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

Game Master Tangaroa

Guilford will have time to move down the ladder but not identify the potions.

Leastrie opens the door to see the manufacturing room of the chandlery. The smell of hot fat is overpowering. In the front of the room is a drying rack on which candles are hung while they cool. Broken and mangled, it sits in a circle drawn in blood and fat.

Farther back, a furnace emits a dim light, and behind it stand several enormous vats, each as tall as a human.

A man and a woman dressed look up from their work of arranging the circles. Both of them appear to be be in advanced stages of Tallowthroat. Behind them flits a small winged man with a bulbous head, watching over the two humans. He is distracted for a moment and speaks before looking.

"Ah, Catalina you have returned. Who did you brin...". He pauses as he looks up, surprised "Who are you?" Eying the sword he yells. "Stay back! I am here with the leave of the Baron!"

Leastrie can see the source of the crying now. A young girl seems to have been secured in a vat of hogsfat, the solid fat reaching up to her neck. In another vat, a young man is secured, and in another an older man suffers the same ignominious captivity.

On leave of the Baron???

Leastrie pauses, taken aback by the scene in front of him. Seeing the children and elderly, his features harden and he charges the winged man.

Shandor comes down as soon as he thinks it's safe. Seeing that this place can still be fraught with danger, he activates his wand of mage armor, then his wand of shield. 21 AC

"Did these shadows come out of her goître? What foul business is afoot here?"

I'll assume Chuurock made his way down before Leastrie opened the door.

Leastrie moves rapidly towards the fey, surprising Ilquis, but misjudging the distance and obstacles and coming up short.

Ilquis screams out. "Fane, Oana, protect me my friends"

Sense motive.

Having no idea what the creature means by that, Shandor prefers moving into the room and conjuring arcane forces to take down the fey creature. His orcish-sounding voice utters guttural words that quickly turn to a very high-pitched sound, to the point the fey's ears will be pierced by a screeching sound only it can hear.

Baldwyn moves in with his hammer. Double move
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

The creature staggers under Shandor's brutal magic. Which means Chuurock can take his turn now too

Wow! Less than 3 hours between checking the forum on a Saturday morning, and over 20 game posts, ending one combat and starting another! Thank you for assuming I went down the ladder/stairs in that brief opening.

Chuurock follows his companions into the new room, ignoring his plans to cover the body, and decides that while something needs to be done about the creature giving commands from the back of the room, the closer threats need to be dealt with first. "Hopefully, the woman will not be an immediate problem."

Standard move into room
Cast Murderous Command on woman (lower figure on map) - Will DC 15 or attack nearest ally with extreme prejudice for 1 round

Also - on the idea of charging into the room, a Charge requires a clear, straight line of travel without obstruction (and the map shows a stack of wood between you and Chuurock right now). If you had to open the door, then you would have had a Standard Action only left, and a Charge as a Standard action is normally limited to a single move.

I apologize, bad editing again on my part. Above in post 401 it was supposed to be "A man and woman dressed like commoners look up..."

Guilford enters the room with the enemies, fetching his wand of magic missile as he goes. He steps up behind Baldwyn and incants a spell. Balwyn feels added power surge through his muscles.

Move into room and cast Bull's Strength on Baldwyn. +2 to attack and damage for 3 minutes. Mage armor still up on me, AC 17.

"Husband, I hate you... Oana swings clumsily at Fana but misses. Suddenly she stops and cries out. "Husband, forgive me! I did not mean to do that. What came over me?"

Fana gruffly barks back. "What are you doing wife! Stop that and protect nice Mr. Ilquis."

Fana swings a piece of wood wildly in an unskilled blow at Leastrie, but his swing bounces off at a glancing blow.

Leastrie moves up and attacks the lurker. "This is the lurker we were told about!"

"Wait here, and stay out of sight," Kris instructs the shadow. "I'll be back for you."

She then tries to climb the ladder, following the sound of combat. climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

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Baldwyn will swing at the woman within reach, as it seems the lurker is being handled well by Leastrie.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
1d12 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Shandor sends forth arcane missiles that strike the lurker unerringly. The sorcerer's eyes turn to red as a surge of anger takes his mind. He is set on utterly destroying the being of light.

Balwyn's hammer smashes into the woman's head she falls to the ground heavily.

The man cries out. "Mercy sir! Mercy! Please spare me wife, and let me aid her."

Guilford is up

Guilford looks at the lurker and calls upon the power stored in his ring. He sends two bolts of force towards the creature.

Ilquis flies back a short distance from the elf, blood dripping from his clothing.

"The baron will make you pay for disrupting me! My light would have saved these people!"

Suddenly, one of the vats is illuminated brightly and the room bursts out in a actinic, magical light. Ilquis' form disappears!

The half-orc will stabilize the woman. "She's not going to die from that blow. I've seen to that. Please move to the corner over there, and start telling us what's going on in here."

"Ok ser, thank you." He picks up the unconscious body of his wife and starts moving. He pauses for a second. "We are simply helping nice master Ilquis with his unpleasant work in fighting the shadows because..." He looks distant for a minute. "Well, because we are." He then hurries to the corner.

Baldwyn moves over to the door and shuts it. "Where'd it go? And what does it mean the Baron will make us pay? What's he got to do with all this?!"

Leastrie moves to the last place he saw the lurker and swings his sword at the air.

"It cast Daylight to activate it's invisibility. Gives us a chance to discuss what it is doing that we had lost by starting this fight. If it is willing to trust us enough to talk while we keep swinging at the air . . .."

"You can always bring it back after we've subdued it." Leastrie growls as he peers around the room. "Perhaps you take a more staid view of the circumstances, as these poor children are soon to be on their way to meet your goddess, but I for one, would prefer to keep them in the world of the living until their old age."

Kris, seeing the door slammed as the finally descends the ladder at a quarter of her speed, "Uh, I guess I'll stay out here, then."

Having seen the effects of and heard the casting of the spell, Kris will keep a hilariously-bad eye out for the creature, should he have left his Daylight.

"Sorry, Kris! Forgot you were out there. Hurry in but don't let anything out. Tiny blighter went invisible in the light!"

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"No, I'm fine. If he's out here, then he won't have his sunlight unless he's taking it with him! Cover the exits and whatnot..."

Leastrie's blade slices thin air, and you can hear laughter.

"Ha! Such useless fury against a superior being! You creatures are all insects and fools"

Shandor turns his gaze away from the source of light, dazzled by its potency. In a reflex to protect himself, he whispers a word in a forgotten tongue, and feels toughened by the spell coming from his sihedron medallion. Free action: activate Sihedron Medallion.

The sorcerer then readies a magic missile spell to go off as soon as the lurker appears.

Well, let's see if this scroll is worth the money.

Guilford grabs his scroll of see invisibility and reads the words on it. He then looks around the room for the lurker.

The six hear a hissing noise. "What are your doing, troublemaker; think you are so clever! Well, I will teach you!"

Guilford seems to be batting something away from his eyes, but the Lurker does not reveal itself. It continues to mock the pathfinders in a high pitched rhyme, the voice floating around the room.

"You have a little problem with the dark?
Shadows will drag you away?
Know you this now, the Baron thinks they will.


So you call upon a lurker's bright spark
But this lurker likes to play.
Blood is magic, and I will take my fill"

"The beastly little blighter just tried to blind me! Shut that door! I may not be a arch mage yet, you little beast, but we will triumph nevertheless!"

In Draconic: "No, he moved to the near side of the oven."

Leastrie calls out in Draconic.

Baldwyn blusters by the door, "Quit talkin' gibberish and say where the thing is!"

Oh the joys of only speaking Taldane, Elven, and Giant.
Soooo, delay.

Guilford speaks Draconic:

"Let me help you, Baldwyn."

Gil points his wand at the creature and sends a bolt of force flying into it.

Wand MM 3 charges used; Wand of MA 1 charge used.

"Excellent! Thank ye!" Baldwyn comes out of delay and follows the bolt of magic to swing at the invisible beasty, using the blessing bestowed upon him.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 = 19
1d12 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 76 High hits
+1 hammer

Not liking the situation, but feeling powerless to change it, much. Chuurock recognizes that the combat must move forward because the fey has no intention of making peace at this point.

He gives Baldwyn Doucas some guidance, "Right over there. Whack it." Oh, and a Guidance spell, too.

Leastrie nods, moves to where directed and swings his blade at the air. Frowning, he does not feel the blade connect with anything substantial.

Shandor grumbles in frustration as he doesn't have a hint what the gibberish his companions are talking with means. However, seeing Baldwyn strike at one place, he follows the motion and aims a freezing ray at the same location, but his ray misses completely.

Guilford's missile and Baldwyn's hammer both wound the malicious fey, and it cries out in pain! Meanwhile, Leastrie's blade and Shandor's ray of frost both go astray, stymied by the invisibility.

The Pathfinders can hear a coughing of spittle and see little droplets of green blood hitting the ground in puffs.

"I will flay all of you to the bone for disrupting my plans!"

"Start telling us your plans so we can apologize for disrupting them!"

Kris will delay until she can see a foe. Then she'll leave delay and give pursuit, ordering Babyshade to attack if need be.

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Bright red blood spurts from Baldwyn's neck as he feels a small blade pierce it. He then starts to feel a sense of nausea wash over him.

Guilford can see the creature move away from Baldwyn and towards him, a wild look in its eye. Everyone in the room can see the Guildford animatedly gesturing towards the square adjacent to him.

"I just wanted to have a little fun, wizard! Stop ruining my playtime!"

Leastrie darts toward the area indicated by Guilford, swinging at the air, the continues moving toward the door.

Guilford steps back and fires off another bolt of force from his wand.

"Playtime, eh? You little blighter! You won't make a mockery of us!"