[PFS/DMK] 5-16II Destiny of the Sands III - Table II (Inactive)

Game Master Kludde

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
I'm assuming Prot Evil applies to this things attacks? It won't have changed anything but keep in mind that you guys have it.

Piroth senses the evil coming from the creature but shrugs it off with ease.

He then proceeds to carefully cast a spell before taking a swing with a surge of power.

Free action - drop mace. Cast Ray of sickening( DC 15 ) defensively. Move action - weapon cord retrieve mace. Use amazing initiative to take a swing at it.

Defensive casting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Attack MW silver mace: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 for Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Reserving my immediate action to use absorb blow if any big attack should come through on me( doubtful given the creature's situation )

I'll need a ranged touch attack for the ray

The creature struggles against the tight grip of Olga

CMB: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Yes, it does seem intelligent

The gaze of the creature is still painful to Olga and Darvik

Damage: 5d4 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 4, 2) = 15 Fort DC 16 to negate, Olga and Darvik only

The skeletons show a mindless advance

Scimitar, Darvik: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Claw, Darvik: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (14) - 3 = 11
Scimitar, Cpaw: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Claw, Cpaw: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (15) - 3 = 12

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Alek
Darvik
Olga
Piroth
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Skeleton
Skeleton
Hound (18, pinned)
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Fortitude save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Olga screams in pain as her gaze meets the hounds'. She then tightens her grip, attempting to maintain pinning the beast's head in between her legs.

Grapple to maintain+damage: 1d20 + 19 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 19 + 5 = 42
Damage(Armor spikes): 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage(Unarmed strike): 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

She then adresses it in common:

Stay DOWN! Stop doin' that, or i'll crush ya 'between me legs!

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Darvik can't seem to stand up to the power of the enemy! Despite this he continues to attack!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 for Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Shield: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 for Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Shield Confirm?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 for Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Forgotten Ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Piroth continues its attack on the creature that doesn't seem particularly interested in standing down.

Mace attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 for Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Olga crushes the shadowy beast as it struggles in the hold of the brawler, while Darvik bashes the skeleton in front of him with his shield, breaking it into splinters. Pirate's mace swing misses.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Creature is sickened

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Alek
Darvik
Olga
Piroth
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Skeleton
Skeleton
Hound (35, pinned, sickened)
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Alek Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 4 + 1 - 1 = 31 Oh yeah!
Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 7 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 4 + 1 - 1 = 23 I hope!
PA Damage: 2d4 + 6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 15
Crit Damage: 2d4 + 6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 17 If applicable.

Alek carefully aims his next strike at the strange, demented creature wrapped up in Olga's legs. He brings his blade down in a vicious arc, connecting with a solid, well-placed strike! Meanwhile, Cinderpaw retaliates against the skeleton which tried to slice and claw him. The wolf snarls and snaps at the foul undead! Unfortunately his rapid attack is ill-aimed and Cinder's jaws snap closed empty!

Cinder Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 = 7

Alek/Cinder: Standard - Alek attacks the hound while Cinder attack the skeleton!

Olga must feel very happy to have assistance of Alek, if only for the fact that that blow didn't hit her, but the monster instead. It's a swift blow, cleanly separating the head from the creature's neck.

Cinder has less luck with the final skeleton, the bite goes wide as the skeleton tries to retaliate

Scimitar: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Claw: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (13) - 3 = 10

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Alek
Darvik
Olga
Piroth
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Skeleton
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Darvik continues to battle on with his enemy!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 for Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Shield: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 for Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Upon seeing ALek decapitate the creature, Piroth takes a sharp intake of breath, clearly impressed. He then turns around and moves around Davik to try and finish the last remaining skeleton.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 for Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

With a well-aimed swipe of the shield, Darvik also crushes the last skeleton, making the room quiet once more.

Combat over

Olga stands up, covered in smear from the dark creature. She has a look in her eyes, a look that only can be described as that of a young girl in love. She slowly turns towards Alek, turning red as a beet.

W..w..w..wow A- a- alek! That w- w- was impressive! You eh... m- m- married?

Please, please, please, by Iomedae, let him not be married..!

Perception 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Perception 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

As the last of the monsters fall, the wild look in Piroth's eyes quickly fades. He takes a deep breath to calm herself before taking a closer look around the room.

Spotting a few interesting items, he starts reaching out for the leather strap. But he pulls back at the last moment: "Be careful about touching things we come across in here. I've already had to deal with curses on this mission and I'd rather not have to do it again."

He then casts a quick cantrip before focusing on the various items across the room.

Casting Detect magic and focusing on spotted items in order, separating them carefully with mace if needed

Perception 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Perception 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Alek leans down to check Cinderpaw for any injuries, scratching behind his friend's ears. "Good boy, Cinder!" Olga's words cause him to stand suddenly and stiffen, looking decidedly uncomfortable with the question. "Married? No, I um, no I'm not married." He looks around for something to quickly change the conversation when he spots the leather strap dangling from one of the hounds as Piroth reaches for it.

"Agreed, caution should be used within this place. Is anyone in need of healing?"

The leather strap is attached to a belt pouch - something the beast must have have chewed on and swallowed. The contents have been severely damaged by the stomach acids, but several parts of a journal are still intact and legible. The entries include poetry and music, as well as mundane day-to-day observations. The last several pages record complaints about the Aspis Consortium’s lack of appreciation for the author's accomplishments. A folded sheet of paper wedged in the journal bears the title “Potential Partners” and names the Pathfinder Society among other well-known organizations.

Deeper into the underground hall, the party picks up the footprints of the two agents they're chasing, which lead deeper into the structure. Then, the prints move toward the buried door at the end of the temple, where they just.. disappear.

Alright, they had to go this way. Darvik tries to determine where the tracks might pick up at.

Perception?: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9

Sorry I didn't respond to your previous post, Kludde, extremely busy/long weekend...

Alek frowns as he looks over the piece of paper. "How strange, I wonder what this could mean?" He looks to his companions to see if they have any further information?

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Once they reach the magically disappearing tracks, Alek takes a few moments to look around the area to see if he can determine anything in regards to their quarry. If he is unable to locate anything meaningful, he will look to Cinderpaw and set him to sniffing about.

That's ok, a lot of people were at Gen Con anyway.

Alex determines that the tracks stop about 15 feet from the buried doorway.

Piroth ponders the message for a moment.

"I'm guessing here, but I think at least one of our friends may not be as loyal to the Aspis as we originally thought. It might be worth our while trying to keep them alive. Maybe try our hands at some recruiting."

As the tracks they were following suddenly disappear, Piroth looks around trying to figure out where they could have gone.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Well, I'll be. I hope you have a better idea than me where they might have gone, casue I'm stumped."

If you cannot find it, it always an option to move back outside, move around the cave and try to pick up the scent from there. You'll lose time, though.

Olga attempts to help her newfound love in searching for answers.

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Darvik tries to help Olga with the task at hand.

Aid Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

With the help of Darvik, Olga finally notices the cracks in the ground...

Methinks this floor is not so very sturdy! We could smash through it, you see!

Smashing takes a strength check, or some tenacity

Olga attempts create a hole with her boot.

Strength check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Alek examines the cracks more closely to examine their make up. Is it like a trapdoor made or wood? Or more akin to fractures in the natural bedrock?

Dammit, woman, step aside. And I could use a little healing if that's OK.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Piroth pulls out a wand with his tail and taps himself with it.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Moving over to Darwik, he taps him a few times for good measure. "Ah yes, healing. Here you go, my friend."

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

First 3 is all he would require, thanks.

Darvik gives a curt nod in appreciation, then continues trying to open the trap door or whatever it is they think they found.

Olga draws a wand and starts patching herself up.

Cast infernal healing three times

The cracks in the floor are stony, and not part of any planned architecture. It seems as though someone or something made a tunnel under the temple. The cracks should eventually give way.

Bashign it open with a weapon should work. The break DC seems to be too high, currently.

Thanks for the clarification, Kludde.

Alek looks over his weapons and those of his comrades. "Piroth, mind if I borrow your mace? I believe Darvik and I can smash through this, but my weapons would be of little use for breaking through stone."

"You're probably right. Here, give it your best shot. Saves me from breaking a sweat." Piroth unwraps the cord around the mace and passes it back to Alek.

It takes a couple of good bashes - quite a few actually - until the floor finally gives way.

A system of tunnels runs under the temple, cutting through the mountains. They are dark, about ten feet wide, and they twist and turn. There are some rough spots on the walls

I also need a dungeoneering or survival check to navigate your way around.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

So, it's this way?

No, this way, you see!

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

I assist

Aid Another Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Piroth takes a makeup marker from his disguise kit and makes sure to leave marks as they travel the tunnels.

"Keep an eye out for these marks. If you see them again, we are going in circles."

The adventurers are moving through the tunnel, but despite their best efforts, progress is slow, and at some point they do see the marks of Piroth again. Fortunately, that save them from going back into the underground temple altogether, and after a while, the trail is found again, and the pathfinders reach the surface in a gorge.

Daylight and hot air great them as two tall sandstone outcroppings rise to the north and south, channeling whistling wind and stinging sand through this pass. The carcass of a giant serpentine beast covered in dried blisters lies in a heap at the gorge’s narrowest point, the body savaged by some powerful predator.

Piroth draws his mace and starts walking carefully towards the carcass, looking around for any signs of movement.

"Keep your eyes open, friends, whatever attacked this may still be around"

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Alek shields his eyes as they exit back out into the desert heat. He examines the carcass from a distance, trying to determine if he recognizes it, before looking around to determine if the predator is anywhere close by!

Know: Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 For when we want to pick the trail up again.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Olga follows closely, breathing heavily when pulling herself out of the cavity. Sweat drips from her forehead and her face is red from the effort.

So, what now, you see?

Piroth and Alek look at the dead beast on the canyon floor, and only Olga has the sense to up at high above the cliff, where she spots a blue beast, looking like it's ready to defend its territory.

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Olga
Darvik
Alex
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Beast
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Piroth
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Darvik moves out in front of and to the side of the party, presenting himself as a target of sorts. Come down here and challenge me!

Ready an attack on the first enemy to come within reach.

Watch out! A monster!

Olga swiftly clicks a wand out of her wrist sheath and casts Long Arm on herself. Something changes in her posture as she slams her fist in her open palm.

Marital flexibility: move action to take weapon focus:unarmed strike.

Unable to reach the monster, Olga and Darvik choose positions.

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Olga
Darvik
Alek
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Beast
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Piroth
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Alek and Cinerpaw both move forward to stand next to Darvik, also preparing to attack the blue creature as soon as it presents itself as a target.

Posting from my phone, if someone could move Alek and Cinder into the squares next to Davrik to the left.

Done. That look about right, Alek?

Done. That look about right, Alek?

Perfect. Thank you, Piroth.