[PFS/DMK/EMS] The Emerald Spire Superdungeon

Game Master Kludde

"Asuna, move please!" Jelani growls. He hefts his hammer, ready to bring it slamming down on the wizard if the sorceress clears his path.

Ready action:Move into Asuna's space.

Asuna moves back from Klarkosh as she casts the spell with a 5 ft step.

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Caranthir fires a set of arrows, but finds that Klarkosh, from his prone position, is rather hard to hit.

Thistle moves to heal Kirito, and draws a desperate slam from Klarkosh, just before he sinks into another laughing fit.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Slam, AoO, Thistle: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Kirito, risen from the near-dead, rakes and bites at the hapless sorcerer, Bruce thumps in with his morningstar, and a final blast brings and end to the magnificent spell caster.

Combat over!

Klarkosh was carrying a wand, a potion, he was wearing a magical belt and a magical cloak, a spire transport token and a journal.

Detect magic and:

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Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Nice ... a wand of Magic Missiles and potion of cure moderate wounds ... anybody needs the potion now?
Curious, Fellgrim will glance through the journal to see if he can make anything out ...

Thistle takes a deep breath, relieved that this part of this whole mess is over, and the glowing energy form of his body blinks back to normal.

"I wish we had found out more while he was here, but it is good that he is finished. Hopefully this will help the society's relationship with the goldenfire order. And if we are lucky, there will be more information in his journal."

Thistle looks over the magical goodies pulled from the wizard's body.

Spellcraft, DC23: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Spellcraft, DC20: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

But can't seem to place what the last two items are.

There is one more room in here that we could explore, I am game to clear the whole level. Also just want to make sure we get all the information we can on the underlying storyline... We never did find that second wizard...

Relieved to have finished off the crazed wizard, Caranthir begins to look around the room.

He easily identifies the belt and cloak they find. He looks over Fellgrim's shoulder as he reads the journal.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 includes +2 to ID magic items
spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 includes +2 to ID magic items

Asuna kicks the downed wizard one last time before straightening up and moving to heal Kirito some more.

"I don't mind exploring further. We are still a wizard short after all. Mind If I take the wand of Magic of missles for now? I don't have much in the way of blasting should we need it."

"Take it," Caranthir says. "I use other missiles."

The elf offers a rare smile.

"That was one funny joke. He laughed himself to death," Caranthir adds.

The door to the final unexplored room is locked. Fortunately, Klarkosh was carrying a key on his person. Behind the door is the familiar green spire. Parts of this chamber look like they were recently excavated. To the southeast, a curving cylinder of green crystal—part of the Emerald Spire—fills a quarter of the room.

A strange creature sits on the floor, breaking chunks off the Spire with a small pickaxe. A large sack by her feet squirms and rustles.

"Curious little man? Who are you and what are you doing there. You do not have to fear from us if you do not attack us." Asuna asks kindly.

diplo: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

The creature looks up, This one is Gundrun. This one is harvesting crystals. Gundrun is busy. Gundrun must harvest crystals for the gold-faced man!

"Do you like working for the gold-faced man?" Bruce asks the small creature.

This one serves the Great Master. But the gold-faced man needs Gundrun’s help! Gold-faced man is a friend to the Great Master in the Deep. Gundrun lives to serve the master!

Answers! Woo!

Who is the Great Master? What did the gold-faced man do for him? What do they use the crystals for? we know that Karkosh was using them for his experiments - reported by the wizard we did set free. Does Gundrun know anything about the wizard prisoners?

"Who is the Great Master you speak of? Perhaps we will help him, too..." Caranthir says to the creature.

The Maker of the Spire. Long ago Gundrun’s people served the Masters. Now we serve again!

He frown as continues hacking at the spire.

Gundrun is busy! Gundrun's work is not finished!

I'm setting up the 7th level (woo!), but don't let that stop you from questioning this guy.

"What work is your master doing? What power does this spire hold? Perhaps we can help..."

bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

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Caranthir joins the creature and pretends to chip away crystals.

"I'll help," he says as he chips away at the spire with his dagger.

"What do these crystals do, anyway? How will this help our master?"

You not helping, you in the way. Gundrun says with a frown. You better go down and ask the master for a better job!

The creature just seems to be following orders...

"Okay, I will go ask the Master. How do I get to the Master to ask for a better job?" Caranthir asks as he backs away.

"The golf faced man said he had two prisoners, but only had one at the moment. Does your master have the other spy?"

The master is always ready to accept new servants, yes. Gundrun knows nothing about spies. The creature continues hacking as Caranthir backs out of the room.

Is everybody ready to move onto the next level?

Yup let's do it!

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Let's do this thing! Is the upcoming level one to use pregens on if we are wanting to always do fast track?

If your current level is six, you're right on track. If it is seven, you still participate, the next you'll have to run as a pregen is dungeon level 11.

Signs of battle—most commonly dried blood, scorch marks, and smashed bones—appear along the stairway down.

The stairs end in the northeast corner of a small, brightly lit room with a door on the west wall. In the center of the room are two large iron racks holding numerous burning candles. The iron candleholders are crafted so that each candle appears to be held in the jaws of a serpent. A phrase is written on each rack in Undercommon.

There are 66 candles in six rows of 11.

The door on the west wall is open.

Bruce prepares by drinking his extracts of heightened awareness, dark vision and investigative mind. Seeing the strange writing Bruce drinks his extract of comprehend languages. "It says we need to offer a prayer to Kro'akoth to be welcomed here"

Know religion: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 + (6) = 18
IM roll: 1d20 ⇒ 1 Such a great spell choice I tell ya.

Active extracts: Heightened awareness, dark vision, investigative mind 5/6 and comprehend languages.

liguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

know: religion : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"who is this god who claims scaled brethren? He does not speak to me..."

I think...

The Nagaji finishes walking down the stairs, looking around the room and inspecting the strange candle holders.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Caranthir frowns as he considers the question.

Caranthirs digs deep, initially put on the wrong track by 'scaled brethren'. Kro’akoth the Awakener is, in fact, a demon lord, who seeks to usurp the worship of the serpentfolk from their beheaded god Ydersius and make them his own.

As Thistle steps closer to the candle holders, he notices the candle brightening, which is accompanied by a smell of sulphur.

Caranthir shares what he knows about this "Kro'akoth the Awakener" with the others.

"Does anyone know any prayers to offer evil demon lords? If so, I'm sure our welcome will be pleasant," he says with a wry smirk.

The elf takes a moment to prepare himself for exploration, casting several spells.

Going to cast, using my rod of extend, mage armor, unseen servant (will give it a potion of CLW to administer to anyone who falls unconscious) and false life. I'll roll the extra HP for false life below. All should last for 12 hours, so let me know if we go over.

false life: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Unusually quiet around here...

"I'll not offer prayers to a false god. Let them say I am unwelcome, and I will introduce them to the power of a true god."

Thistle steps further into the room Morningstar and shield at the ready.

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Bruce thinks for a moment. "Hail hydra? "

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knowledge religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Do I know any prayers to this guy from this or my previous roll?

It's when Thistle steps in to the room, towards the candles, that he notices that the candles burn brighter as he gets closer. The smell of sulphur increases as well.

Sensing the others may want to appease the false god, Thistle struggles with the implications.

He is false, and does not deserve praise. This scaled one will not bow, and will not let my friends fall prey to his lies.

Walking between the two racks of candles, Thistle pauses between them, and focus for a moment. He summons the divine magic that flows through him, conjuring a giant blob of water above one rack of candles, then a second blob over the other rack, allowing them to drop and douse the flames.

"The deceiver begs you to worship him, but cares not for you. Do not succumb to his honeyed words."

That might just poke the bear.... :)

Despite the water, the candles light up brightly, and flare into brilliant sheets of flame that sweep across the room! From all around comes the tolling of a bell.

Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 1, 4, 2) = 19 Everybody in the room, DC 14 RFX for half

Reflex DC 14: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
"Ow ... that smarts. Next time can we just say a quick thanks for not trying to kill us and move on?"
Fellgrim will take out his wand of CLW and take a charges off ...
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 << 3/50 ]]

reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Bruce pulls out his wand and heals himself as well.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Bruce gives Thistle a reassuring pat on the shoulder be fore pointing to the other passage. "Let's go that way as Thistle doesn't seem to like this way."

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"that may not have been my best choice..." thistle follows suit, using his wand to heal himself.

clw wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

clw wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

clw wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

He then follows Bruce to the other door.

This would be a good time for resist energy, which I don't have.... Oi... :)

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Caranthir cries out in pain as the flames scorch him, though he reflexively avoids most of the blast.

reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Curses! I had been about to mutter some nonsensical invocation to this demon full of double-entendre or innuendo. Let us take care we do not walk right into every trap in this place!" the elf says in a rare bout of annoyance.

He taps his arm with his wand of infernal healing to heal his wounds.

He then begins a thorough search of the room. take 20 perc: 20 + 10 = 30

The door to the west is open, and leads to a short corridor. The next door is closed, and blocked. It seems the only way to open it, is to bash it in.

Break DC 25

I've taken the liberty of arranging us on the map.

Caranthir looks at the door.

"Jelani, will you do the honors?" he asks as he points at the blocked door.

str check assist: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Was wondering what the holdup was here, and then realized I was blocking new posts from this game! Whoops.

Reflex save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Jelani gets singed, but manages to leap back from the worst of the flames. "Ow! I hate getting burned. Here, can someone use this wand on me?"

Cure Light Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

He follows along after the others, with his hammer at the ready. "What do you think the schtick will be with this level?"

Above post was from last night but just now went through for some reason.

Jelani wedges his hammer into the doorframe, and leans on it as hard as he can.

Str check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

See the door unwilling to budge, Jelani starts getting angry. "Back up..." he warns. Then he grunts and begins bashing the hell out of the door with his earthbreaker.

Raging
Round 1 damage: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (3, 1) + 20 = 242d6 + 20 ⇒ (1, 1) + 20 = 22
Round 2 damage: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (4, 2) + 20 = 262d6 + 20 ⇒ (2, 3) + 20 = 25
Round 3 damage: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (4, 2) + 20 = 262d6 + 20 ⇒ (3, 5) + 20 = 28

If the alarm bells ringing through the complex aren't enough, Jelani makes sure the pathfinder's entry is heard. Banging loudly on the door, it eventually smashes to tinder with a loud crash.

As soon as the door is smashed, a rank odor, like a burned corpse was left out in the sun for a week, rushes out.

The next room is an irregular octagon, and stone and wood barricades have been built in front of the doors on the south and west walls. It appears the walls were once covered with frescoes, but these have all been smashed, leaving rough walls and jagged debris.

Behind the barricades six alert troglodytes snap into action as soon as the door breaks.

The terrain in front of the barrier is difficult, the barrier takes a DC 15 acrobatics check as part of a move action, or a climb check

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Caranthir
Asuna
Thistle
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Trog
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Trog
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Bruce
Jelani
Fellgrim
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How many rounds did it take? (For rage tracking purposes).

Thistle growls and moves into the room, stepping around the large, raging barbarian. Seeing the line of soldiers behind the barricade, he hunkers down behind his shield, and releases a blessing on his allies.

cast bless, +1to attack rolls and save vs fear for 6 minutes

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