[PFS] GM Harker Presents: #6-06 Hall of the Flesh Eaters (Inactive)

Game Master Justin L. Warren

Dieb moves up, and lobs a harmful glob at the ghoul that just paralyzed Darius.

ranged attack Disrupt Undead: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I don't have quickdraw, so drop bow and draw bastard sword as part of my move action while moving towards that enemy I'm now engaged with.

hit: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (10) = 13
dmg: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 as I'm wielding bastard sword 2-handed. slashing dmg

I moved Tamisiel to the proper spot.

As things begin to look a little more dire for the party, Tamisiel drinks an extract to boost her defenses, while Dieb shoots a ray that his ghoul target dodges. Perhaps insultingly, the undead wiggles its discolored tongue in the arcanist's direction.

Meanwhile, Mark drops his bow in lieu of a bastard sword and engages the tongue waggling ghoul in melee, but only barely misses his target.

Zathran is up, and I still need a fort save against disease from Darius.

Sorry!

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

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Zathran steps out of the flanking position he was put into, and attacks the black-background festrog again.

Five-foot step, position updated on map.

Warhammer attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Potential damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Zathran smashes the burnt festrog into a pulp, the remains falling in clumps on the floor.

The last remaining undead turns his full attention to Mark, attacking with his bite and claws. One claw manages break through the ranger's defenses, but he manages to shrug off the paralysis effect. 7 damage to Mark from the ghoul's claw.

Onix now feels the ability to move again as the overwhelming numbness of the ghoul's touch wears off.

Initiative (Round 5)
Darius [6 Dmg, Paralyzed 2 rounds]
Zathran [4 Dmg] <= Up
Tamisiel <= Up
Mark [7 Dmg]<= Up
Dieb <= Up
Onix [12 Dmg] <= Up
Ghoul

Onix, Zathran, Tamisiel, Mark, and Dieb are up!

Onix's stony arms have feeling again as he punches the ghoul twice.

Flurry: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Flurry: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I will slash at the ghoul hit: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (3) = 6
dmg: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

If at first you don't succeed...shoot him again.

ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22

damage Disrupt Undead: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Onix and Dieb destroy the last ghoul with a melee/magic combo.

Combat Over

Once the party finds time to breathe again and Darius overcomes his paralysis, there's time to take a better look around at the room. The passage to the southwest is choked with rubble and will take sometime to clear out, but luckily Venture-Captain Benarry provided you with the necessary equipment to remove the chunks of masonry. In the center of the western wall, amid a series of scratched symbols, Onix' stonecunning sense notices a secret door hidden in the masonry. North of that door is a much more obvious stone door of the same construction as the other doors you've encountered.

Of course, the most obvious feature of the room is the large necrotic polyp in the center, which appears to be just about finished healing all of the injury it took from the ghouls and festrogs feeding from it.

Onix will try to pick up the pieces that fell from being attacked by the undead. He then hands out his wand to whoever can use it, pointing to his out of place pieces. Can anyone use the wand on me?

Fine. Tamisiel says, snatching the wand from Onix.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Then she takes her own wand out to heal Mark.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Zathran
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
and Darius
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Before you all start to crave human flesh you should drink these. She says passing out two vials of anti-plague.

Onix grins his thanks at the elf before taking the anti-plague and downing it.

Mark tries to recover his other 3 arrows fired. chance: 3d100 ⇒ (82, 9, 46) = 137 and out of the ones that missed, 2 broke and 1 remained in tact.

Darius looks pale, and simply nods in thanks as Tamisiel hands him the antiplague. He drinks it, and a bit of color returns to his cheeks. Though he's not sure he's out of the woods yet...

I search the tree for anything else perception: 8 + 1d20 ⇒ 8 + (16) = 24

It's more like a giant tumor than a tree, Mark. Do you touch it while you search it?

Forgot how Anti-Plague worked, it does not give you a new save. DO NOT DRINK IT NOW! Drink it tomorrow (IG) right before you make your next save. It will give you a +5 Alchemical bonus to your save.

Tamisiel will jots some notes in her journal detailing the polyp even cutting a sample and storing it in a sealed glass vial. She will then search the room for anything of interest.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Onix is stopped from drinking the vial by the elf that gave it to him.

It's more like a giant tumor than a tree, Mark. Do you touch it while you search it?

Nope, I make a perception check with my eyes and ears only. Oh and my nose

Looking over the description of antiplague, it would appear that those infected with a disease are allowed to roll two fort saves vs. disease and take the best one, instead of receiving the +5 to the fort save you receive if you aren't infected yet.

The necrotic polyp is a mass of rotting gray-green flesh, roughly 20 feet in diameter and 10 feet tall, bearing hundreds of jagged, poorly-healed scars. In the course of a minute, it appears to heal all the bite wounds left by the now destroyed undead.

When Tamisiel cuts off a piece of the polyp, the foul greasy substance dissolves into a vile-smelling, watery gruel over the course of several seconds.

Other than Mark being briefly overwhelmed by the odor of death infusing every inch of the room, neither he nor Tamisiel find anything else of interest other than those features mentioned earlier.

Yup I got mixed up with Antitoxin. So if they drink them now do they get to make their second fort save?

Content that room hold no more to offer Tamisiel moves over to the door to the north and checks it for traps.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

As the others are investigating, Dieb takes out his journal and writes copious notes about the polyp. Everything about it is simply...fascinating. Spells that affect undead seems to affect it, but it regenerates--something he didn't know undead could do. And it regenerates, but does not grow--simply astonishing.
He tries to include a crude drawing, but his hand was never talented at such, so it does what he can, then prepares to follow Tamisiel to the next room.

Zathran also takes notes about the polyp in his journal.

"This is... as interesting as it is repulsive. I can't help but wonder if this is but an extrusion of a larger mass spread throughout this complex. We should keep our eyes open for more things like this as we progress further."

Just in case it might yield something interesting:
Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"I am somewhat wounded from our combat; I would be grateful if anybody were able to lend me some magical healing. I have a minor healing wand myself, but not the skill to use it; if somebody is versed in the activation of such wands, I would be grateful if you would use my wand on me."

Errrr! Grows Tamisiel, annoyed at being interrupted.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

sword in hand, after picking my bow back up, I stealthily open this door
stealth: 7 + 1d20 ⇒ 7 + (5) = 12 and I continue to stealth peaking my head around the corner to see what is there without being seen.

Re: antiplague. I'll have them roll two fort saves when it's time, with the assumption that they used the antiplague.

Also, Tamisiel healed all of Zathran's damage already with her own wand earlier.

Knowledge (dungeoneering) does not yield any additional information at this time.

Tamisiel finds no traps on the door, while Mark tries to peek behind the door without being seen. Behind it, he sees a large chamber with a relatively low ceiling. The far southwest wall is set at an angle, and against the center of the wall sits a heap of bones and skulls resembling a large makeshift throne. To the left of the throne sits an oak and brass sea chest, carved with images of sea serpents chasing their own tails.

Sitting on the throne is what appears to be a ghoul dressed in rotting pirate clothing, with two festrogs at his feet prostrating themselves. Both the creature on the throne and one of the festrogs turn to look at the door when Mark opens it and wait for a moment before the ghoul addresses him, "I see we have a visitor. Who comes to the Court of Rajhan-vol?"

I step around the corner and ready an attack with my sword in case they try to charge at me or come within 5 feet of me hit: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (2) = 5 really do the dice just really hate me this game
dmg: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 wielding 2 handed.
It is I, Mark Shadowlord. I've been in this place for several hours, and I've never seen an undead talk, this is all new to me.

"How did you make it past my guards? What are you doing here?" The ghoul asks, looking the tengu over like a cat eyeing a canary.

My friends had them busy. And I don't remember why I'm here, but I am. diplomacy: -2 + 1d20 ⇒ -2 + (17) = 15

Sorry, missed the healing that Tamisiel already did!

"Your guards were very absorbed eating a huge fleshy mass outside," Zathran says, keeping his hammer ready in his hand in case these undead prove hostile (as he fully expects).

"We are looking for things that may have been left behind by one Mazzer Thrennt. In particular, a coppery orb with gems inlaid in a way that mimics the pattern of the stars in the sky."

Zathran watches the undead to see their reaction as he shares this information.

Trying some untrained, no-bonus skill checks...

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Dieb hears the exchange as he walks in, talking on the air of a scribe, or adviser.

"Be careful, Master," Dieb snivels out to Zathran. "This is the one we have heard about. He is cunning and powerful. We must be cautious."

Aid Another, Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

I guess Dieb don't snivel so well.

The ghoul on the throne seems unmoved by the attempts at building rapport put forth by the group so far and his motivations are thus far inscrutable to Zathran. The festrogs motivations are much easier to read by the hungry glares they give to the living people in the room.

"Yes, I've had dealings with this Thrennt in the past, I am quite old and powerful. Before we begin our parley, why don't you friends come forth and introduce themselves." The leader strongly suggests in an almost threatening tone.

Tamisiel stays on the other side of the door listening quietly while digging into her pouch she retrieved a pellet grenade and a tindertwig. hearing the gouls's threat she move into to the room. Smiling at the ghoul she bows. I am Lady Tamisiel Riversong, and like you my lord I am old and powerful. We belong to an organization dedicated to exploring the world and unlocking its treasures and knowledge. We come here, as my colleague stated, to acquire magical artifact. If you are in possession of this item or know of its whereabouts we would greatly appreciate your assistance.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (16) + 2 + (4) = 22

Darius enters the room and flourishes both his swords as part of an elegant bow.

He sheathes both weapons and addresses the ghoul:

"Indeed, it is as the lady says. We come seeking magical relics. I am Darius Marel, son of Taldor and aspirant to its former glory. Please, do tell us where we can find what we seek."

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Show off :)

Oh and there is is one more friend with us in the room, he is actually 10 feet in front of you. He has on some type of invisibility spell and told me exactly where he would be before he entered the room

bluff: -2 + 1d20 ⇒ -2 + (1) = -1

"Finally, some persons of quality..." The ghoul ruler observes as Tamisiel and Darius introduce themselves, licking his lips as he looks upon them, then pronounces his ruling, "That orb belongs to me. Under no circumstances would I be willing to trade it to you. However, I will allow you to leave swiftly with your lives on the condition you leave one of your number as a sacrifice. Let no one say I'm not without my mercies."

Onix looks to the party after being silent and listening to this attempt at deception. "No." He says slowly but defiantly, his rocky hands balling into fists.

I will sheath my sword and have all my weapons put away, approach the enemies slowly, then when I'm close enough I will try to surprise them by biting them, if they even ask me to drop my weapons on the ground while approaching them, I will even do that too, as the trick I have up my sleeve is my natural weapon. bite: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (13) = 16 I think my natural weapon is based off of str
dmg: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 never, we sacrifice no one. and ouch to whatever enemy it is I'm next too, position updated.

"Stop, I did not tell you to approach." The ghoul warns Mark sternly as he approaches the throne unbidden. When the ranger gets within 10 feet, the ghoul orders the festrogs, "Devour that impertinent Tengu!"

Sorry Mark, he's not going to let you get that close without cementing some kind of deal.

Player Initiative
Darius' Initative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Dieb's Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Mark's Initiative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Onix' Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Tamisiel's Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Zathran's Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Initiative (Round 1)
Darius <= Up
Dieb <= Up
Mark <= Up
Tamisiel <= Up
Ruler
Festrogs
Zathran
Onix

Darius, Dieb, Mark, and Tamisiel are up!

well the good news is that since they didn't tell me to put my weapons on the ground, I didn't

I unsheath my sword while walking forward hit: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (1) = 4
dmg: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 slashing and wielding two-handed. I wasn't sure if the plan would work anyway, but I (and Mark) had a feeling avoiding this fight would be next to impossible, so I tried to get whatever drop on them I could

Darius dashes in, and slashes at yellow!

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage w/ sneak since flatfooted?: 1d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 1 + (4, 5) = 13

Can someone please move me to the square NE of yellow? If black steps up to engage me, Mark can 5' step around him to flank with me.

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moved you darius, and sorry but there is a reason mark is in the space he is in, though maybe next turn though he can help flank with you.

Thanks, and it's no problem. I figured you had a reason for your move. I just like to get in a position where sneak actually works, so we'll have to see how the baddies react.

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Tamisiel sighs as the fight breaks out. Taking a step forward she runs her tindertwig against the wall igniting it. With a satisfied smile she then uses the tiny flame to lite the fuse on the grenade she is holding.
How do you do the 1d3 rounds for the grenade? Does Tamisiel know how long there is?

Dieb targets yellow if it's still standing after Darius. Otherwise, he's puttin' it all on Black.

Powerful magic +2 lvl. Magic missile.

2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 = 8

Tamisiel, since this is a primitive explosive, albeit one that you created, I don't think your character would necessarily know how long she has before it explodes other than between 6 seconds to 18 seconds. I'll roll the ignition time, but it won't go off until the end of your turn on whatever round it's supposed to go off.

Although Mark has trouble cutting down his target, Darius takes advantage of the other festrog's slow reaction time to remove it decisively from the combat. While slicing through the festrog, Darius' gladius manages to rupture boils and pustules on the creature's skin which then spew forth noxious pus all over the rogue. Darius, please make a Fort save vs. disease.

Meanwhile, Dieb shoots magic missles at the remaining festrog, wounding it badly, while Tamisiel lights the fuse on a grenade she created.

Despite its injuries, the last festrog goes after Mark with full force, with a bite and two claws. While the ranger's armor manages to protect him from two of the attacks, a claw manages to rake him. Mark takes 4 damage from a festrog claw.

The ghoul slips from this throne and immediate begins attacking Darius with the same bite, claw, claw attacks exhibited by all the undead so far. Only the creature's bite makes past Darius' defenses, but it leaves a substantial injury. Darius takes 9 damage from the ruler's bite, and needs to make a Fort save vs. paralysis.

Standing next to the undead ruler, both Darius and Mark are overwhelmed by the terrible stench of death and corruption wafting off him. Although the other ghouls smelled terrible, none were nearly as bad as this. Darius and Mark, please make a Fort save vs. stench or be sickened.

Initiative (Rounds 1-2)
Darius [9 Dmg, Disease, Paralysis and Stench saves needed] <= Up
Dieb <= Up
Mark [4 Dmg, Stench save needed]<= Up
Tamisiel <= Up
Ruler
Festrogs
Zathran <= Up
Onix <= Up

Everyone up!

Well, at least this is low tier! Maybe I'll pull through somehow...

Fort v. disease: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fort v. paralysis: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Fort v. stench: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Good rolling, Darius, you made all your Fort Saves.