PFS Gameday V Beyond Azlant Ridge (Inactive)

Game Master TriOmegaZero

The figure crawls through one of the tents, straightening up to regard the party. Long hair frames the woman's face in awkward tangles, but her eyes are clear enough. "Arletta's me. You're reinforcements, huh? How about those snakes out there, hmm? Seen any stone discs laying about?" Her gaze shifts past the party to the rest of the archaeologists. "How's Juliet's mood today?"

Sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Well... we had to kill an hydra in order to get here. As for stone disks I unfortunately saw none... yet" says Rogar smiling brightly at the newcomer.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 6

"Stone disks? No... We were told that you are ill. Is there anything we can do to help?"

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Are you ILL?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Stone discs? Are you hiding from the stone discs? Do the stone discs pose a threat to you? I am ready to believe you." Spengler doesn't look much like he believes her.

"I'm fine. How about you?" Arletta looks rapidly between the lot of you. "What do you think we should do when we find these stone discs?"

"What would you suggest we do?"

"Well... depends. We should probably study them and if there's anything to learn from them gain any insight we can. That is if they prove to be non dangerous artefacts, of course" Rogar answers, carefully choosing his words.

"I wouldn't mind snooping about and getting a feel of this place."

As would I"

Spengler nods, still distracted by the idea of stone discs and what they could possibly mean.

You can all give me Bluff or Diplomacy checks depending on how your character is approaching the situation. Let me know if you're going to just aid other characters on the check.

Spengler decides not to try to charm anyone; it's very much not his strong point. Instead he'll look around, trying to see if he sees any
'stone discs'. Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Spengler looks about and sees nothing out of the ordinary, save for the ivory hemisphere thirty feet above. It's difficult to see in the light of day, but the sphere appears to emit a soft glow.

Solo Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Spengler studies the softly glowing sphere. Does it appear to be large, small or somewhat in-between? He does not, however, imagine a large puff marshmallow brand icon.

The pillar it rests on seems to be just over fifteen feet in diameter, with the sphere taking up most of the room. It's difficult to judge from below, however.

"Pathfinders through and through, the lot of you. But at least you don't seem to be under any...bad influences." Arletta steps closer, lowering her voice. "The rest of the camp is under some sort of charm. I've studied enough magic to see the signs. I was enchanted, same as them, until I happened to touch the sphere up there. The rest of the team were very quick to blame the sphere for my 'illness', far too quick to be a coincidence." She glances among all of you. "What do you plan on doing now?"

Vim approaches the sphere and casts Detect Magic in an attempt to figure out what's what..

I'm not sure which to roll, so I give you both:
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Steep, narrow stairs lead up to this platform, thirty feet above the lower chambers. The platform faces south, with a commanding view of the Terwa Uplands. An immense ivory hemisphere fills the platform, leaving only a few feet of stone around its edges. If this balcony once had a railing, it has long since crumbled away, leaving a vertiginous drop to the stones below.

Arletta watches Vim climb the steps. "Not much for conversation, is he?" she notes to the rest of the party.

"Not really but we trust him to let us know when there is danger or whether he has the information we need."

Vim scratches his beard while relaying what he has found.

"Judging by the aura surrounding this thing, I'd say it's some form of ward or protection. Its purpose eludes me, though... We should search the rest of the complex for clues."

Seeing Vim going up, Spengler follows him.

"Well, I suppose you'd know best." Arletta looks less than assured. "If you're going to be snooping around, best steer clear of the breech in the wall. It's down the hall through the smashed doorway, and it's dangerous. And whatever you're going to do, don't dally. I'm worried that monolith is going to do something we'll all regret."

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19

As he's about to descend the steps, Vim catches a detail out of the corner of his eye.

"Arletta, has anyone tuched the sphere?"

Preemptive Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Yes! I did!" Arletta calls up, before looking to Chak and the others. "One of those brilliant geniuses that forgets what you just told them, huh?"

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Looks there's a handprint on it. Chak Chak says point to the sphere.

"Venturing a guess here... perhaps touching the sphere thing wasn't the brightest of ideas..." mutters Rogar following the others

Arletta moves to one of the tents and lays down. The party can tell that it seems more like a front to avoid the rest of the dig team. For their part, Juliet and the rest continue clearing rubble and seem to pay her little mind.

"Well, we'd better search this site thoroughly then."

Vim opens the door to the east of the sphere.

"Yes let's check the place out Chak Chak replies and follows the Oracle.

Spengler heads up to the sphere. "There is only one reasonable way to discover if touching the sphere is good or ill. Agreed?" If the others agree, he touches the sphere. If there's objections, he shrugs and does not.

"No I don't agree at all. What if is blasts us or steals our sould or whatever else these things do?" asks a worried Rogar

"It did not seem to adversely affect Arletta. Why should it harm me? And if it does, we have a better understanding of its effects." He pauses and looks more serious than usual. "Knowledge requires sacrifice. I am willing to provide such."

Vim Str Check: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Vim finds the door appears to be stuck in its frame, although it shifts slightly under his pull.

Chak Chak tries to help with the door

assit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Oh well...." still shaking his head Rogar decides to help with the door despite the words he just uttered...

Aid Another (Str) check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

With Rogar's assistance, the Pathfinders pull the door slowly open. Beyond, the hall is dimly lit, although deep gouges in the stone floor and walls can be made out in the gloom.

Vim casts a Light spell and ventures into the hallway.

"Fascinating..."

Any checks we can make on the gouges?

Able to see more clearly, Vim can see the east wall bears numerous mosaics of cyclopes in battle with smaller, serpent-headed humanoids. Along the southern wall, stylized humans with conical hats debark from graceful ships. These humans lift up packages of spears, swords, and stranger weapons to the cyclopes battling the serpent-headed creatures. The gouges have damaged the murals slightly, and the sound of steady pounding of metal and stone is louder, echoing down the passage.

No checks to make here.

Spengler shrugs and follows after the others.

Vim moves down the hallway towards the clanging sound.

"Will you gentlemen be joining me?", he shouts over his shoulder.

"Why not? Let's check this place out... it's why we came after all" says Rogar while drawing his sword.

The crashing noise grows louder, coming from another open doorway on the left, the doors crushed to the floor in a similar manner to the ones closer to the entrance. As Vim turns the corner, he sees the walls of this large, vaulted room are carved with stylized astronomical symbols. The south wall contains a pair of immense doors made of stone. Smaller doors on the east wall have been battered inward. The north wall contains four large panels, each eight feet above the ground with a central gap about seven inches wide and an inch deep.

Above the four panels are blocky letters, and below them, mosaics featuring sway-backed cyclopes. The chamber’s floor displays a stylized depiction of Golarion and its moon traveling around the sun. More immediately interesting is the massive monolith before the southern doors, the source of the racket. Tirelessly, it raises its fists to slam them against the doors, thin cracks spreading slowly over the stone surfaces and archways. The construct is worn and tarnished, but this in no way diminishes the awesome force of its blows.

Spengler looks to the monolith, then to Vim and Rogar. "Indeed, I have followed you to what looks like certain death. I applaud your ability to discover the most definitely dangerous situation imaginable without touching the white sphere. Huzzah."

"YOU on the other hand touched that sphere... and we are NOT dead yet, so stay sharp and avoid making that thing angry at us" Rogar answers Spengler while quietely backing away from the construct.

If the creature notices the party's presence, it makes no sign of it.

Chak chak moves near Rogar. "Perhaps there's a way around it.