[PFS][Level 3-5] DM Ranginui runs The Midnight Mirror (Inactive)

Game Master Tangaroa

Kris will draw and strap her heavy steel shield, bringing her AC to 17. Two Move actions.

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Guilford steps into the room and incants a few words. A jet of fire springs forth from his outstretched hand.

Scorching Ray, ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Now that the casters have gone, Baldwyn steps in by Shandor and swings at the construct.

As quickly as the combat started, the battle is won as Baldwyn's lucern hammer smashes the burning wax golem into a pile of gooey remains.

As the six have a moment to let the adrenaline flow from their body and look around, they see the candles in the shop are burning low, and have not been replaced in some time. The wax overflows from the countertop and onto the floor. A room lies to the east.

Perception checks please

"Well struck Baldwyn, well struck indeed! Now, shall we investigate the next room? I'll be only too glad to get the door again, if you like."

Guilford inspects the door to see if there are any traps or dangers.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Guilford perceives no wards upon the door.

Was that perception for the door or the Perception check I asked for?

I was positng when you called for it, it was going to be for the door. Here's another one.

Perception #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Baldwyn looks at the loaned hammer. "I have got to get me one of these!"

Kris keeps the shield on her arm in preparation for the Lurker for whom they search.

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Baldwyn and Guilford hear what sounds, very faintly, like sobbing. It seems to be coming from below their feet, perhaps on the floor below.

Baldwyn holds up his hand to tell everyone to be quiet and stay still. He then moves to any obvious stairs leading down. If he finds none, he'll look for a trap door.

There are no stairs in the front room, but you push through a door into the bedroom. A chandler’s working clothes lie scattered around this simple room, and a mattress lies along the wall. Stacks of ledgers block access to the wardrobe. A small strongbox is under the bed, and there is a trapdoor in the corner.

With a chagrin look on his face, Leastrie enters the building with the others.

Straining to hear, the elf shrugs. "I don't know if I hear it. Below you say?"

Scanning the room for traps or alarms, Leastrie moves toward the ledgers and begins to thumb through them.

The ledgers are singularly unexciting reading, except for the queer fact that they seem to be lacking entries for the past two weeks.

Leastrie frowns. "Odd...there are no entries from the last two weeks. This doesn't bode well I'd say."

Padding over to the trapdoor. Leastrie once again listens and checks for traps.

Leastrie lets out a low whistle. "I suspected something of this sort! Look there." He says, pointing at the trapdoor. "There is a fine tracing of runes on the door."

"Well, I suppose I'd better have a look then."

Guilford casts detect magic and examines the runes using his arcane training.

"There is some sort of evocation placed upon that door. Possibly elemental in nature. Evocation means it's likely meant to harm someone who tampers with it. Can we trigger it from a distnace, I wonder?"

"Can't one of you casty types just... I dunno... exorcise the magic?"

Uh...so I can acutally do just what I suggested. *facepalm*

"Baldwyn, you're a genius! I have got just the spell prepared, if this trapdoor isn't locked that is. Everyone stay out of this room!"

Once everyone has moved Guilford will position himself in the southwestern corner of the bedroom and cast open/close on the trap door to try opening it.

Fortune doubly smiles upon Guilford and Baldwyn: once, as the trapdoor has no lock upon it, and twice as a bolt of lightning leaps directly south from the trapdoor, burning a mark in the wall.

The door is open, and the sobbing can be heard more clearly. The voice sounds like that of a young child.

Shandor expects a lost soul to be found down there, and has little interest in that. He prefers watching the party's backs, staying in the shadowy spots of the chandlery for now and using all his senses to try and detect the lurker without relying on sight.

Baldwyn heads forward and down the stairs/ladder beneath the trap door, clapping Guilford on the shoulder as he passes. "Nice." Hopefully that magical trap didn't reset...

The half-orc moves towards the trapdoor and calls down into the opening. "Are you alright in there? Can you move or do we need to go down there and release you?" Realizing what Baldwyn's doing as he speaks, Chuurock shrugs and moves to follow him down.

Baldwyn sheathes the magical hammer and quickly climbs down the ladder. He turns around to see a storeroom piled high with crates of candles and packing materials. In the center lies the dead body of an adult woman, her throat burst in a bloody mess and still steaming in the cool night air. Two semi-translucent shadowy figures turn to Baldwyn with bright, hateful eyes. They hiss and start to move towards the unfortunate man-at-arms.

I started my edit to follow him before you posted, and didn't see the problem until after I had posted. I intended for the edit to be posted, so I'm not deleting it, just pointing it out.

Baldwyn sees a door to the west; the cries seems coming from behind the doorway.

Awwww, I have to sheath it? I had intended to have it in one hand. Can't wield it one-handed, but can carry.

Baldwyn calls up "Shadows!" before sidling over away from the ladder. He draws his magical hammer and swings at the closest shadow.

Guilford grabs his wand of Mage armor and casts it on himself.

The magical energy of the hammer makes bright blue sparks as it carves into the incorporeal substance of the shadow. The creature hovers close and strikes out at Baldwyn.

However, with its essence disrupted by the magic of the hammer, the creature cannot seem bring its unearthly essence to bear upon Baldwyn.

Shandor moves closer to the trap door and crouches there in order to catch glimpse of one of the shadows. He casts a spell and missiles of pure force surge from his fingers to strike the closest creature, probably the one Baldwyn already hit.

Streaking from the fingertips of Shandor are three bright points of white energy. They tear through one of shadows and it disperses into nothingness.

The other shadow hungrily moves up to steal Baldwyn's essence.

AoO, please

Bladwyn's muscles burn and weaken as the creature's ghostly hands pass through his right side.

3 strength damage

Leastrie draws his blade and drops down the hole, landing on his feet. Swinging, he strikes, with his magic blade, at the shadow as he passes by.

Kris hangs over the lip of the trapdoor, seeing the creature. She gives it a dead stare, "Creature of darkness, break free of your hunger and join me."

DC 20 Control Undead energy channel. If it takes, I'll inform everyone we've got a live specimen for the cleric.

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The shadow moans hungrily, but then turns its mockery of a face meekly towards Kris.

Combat over(?)

Leastrie's sword lowers a bit as he looks at the undead in amazement. "What did you do?" He asks in astonishment.

My AoO is to try to trip it as it comes in.

Trip AoO: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 vs CMD to trip

"It will listen to me, at least for a day. I could explain in detail, but I believe there is a child down there." She gets out of the trapdoor and gestures the undead up to her (unless its too bright up here), "Shadow, to me. We'll wait up here; no need to show a child their parents' killer."

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Leastrie begins searching the room at Kris's mention of a child.

Ha, oh right; Kris didn't hear that and only the half-orc yelled down to someone. Is it more audible now having been in the room below?

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Baldwyn discovers the incorporeal cannot be tripped

Upon closer inspection the dead woman wears a heavy garb, splattered in multiple places with multicolored wax. Various tools are stuffed into her waistband. Perhaps this woman was Catalina, the oft-mentioned chandler.

An everburning torch lies by her side, a ring is on her right ring finger, and two potions poke out of her pockets.

Baldwyn calls to the child through the door, feeling a little worse for wear with the touch of that shadow. "It's okay, we ain't gonna hurt ya." He looks for something to cover the body with. For the child's sake...

Leastrie moves to the door, checking quickly for traps before opening it.

The door is plain and unadorned without obvious defenses.

"Anyone else coming down?" Leastrie asks as he opens the door.

"I'll join you Leastrie. Let's have a look at this poor woman's potions while we're here."