[PFS] Nebby Waters (Inactive)

Game Master Nebten

The narrow stairway drips with water as tiny puddles are splashed all the way down. At the bottom of the stairs, the hallway ends at cave in. To the right, a small passageway opens up into a private, militaristic styled crypt hold. Crypts line the walls holding the deceased, some still retaining their arms and armor.

Ezrek begins peering about, ready for the deceased to spring forth with their retained arms and armor.

"Shall we investigate?" Owai says with false cheerfulness, his scimitar still gripped in his right hand, a vial of Holy Water in his left.

Omrax approaches with sword and board ready for more nasty walking dead minions.
He will take the dad unless the professional trap finders want to go first.

Aye Sir Owai, let us see what awaits here...long lost guards of crypts it appears.

Luisila will drop her backpack when they reach the chamber. She will then produce her wand ...

“Here my lords, have some sugar.”

She will bestow Protection from Evil on all of her companions, but not herself, before placing the wand back in her belt. She will then grip her club in her right hand.

“If anyone wants a spare simple melee weapon, take my club. I still have my bow.”

“I’m guessing we can only see that part of the crypt, that our light source extends to?”

Can I see further with my low-light vision? I’m also going to have a good look around while staying in my usual position amongst the group. Do any of the bodies look royal? Are they skeletal or corpses?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The room is only 15'x 15'. There are small alcoves cut out of each side of the room. The corpses entombed into the walls are in various states of decay. There are no exits from this room.

After the minute or so it takes Luisila to cast Protection from Evil on everybody, nothing occurs.

Ezrek begins searching the room.

Take twenty on Perception

Upon entering the room, Ezrek takes his time investigating the crypts.

Ezrek calls Owai over. Look at this plate armor and shield, they appear untouched by time. Perhaps you can test them for arcane auras.

Neb, Ezrek is fluent in Kelish. Anything legible on the shield.

It is in a cypher that you do not understand.

Haraldir simply waits patiently for his friends to finish, his bow at the ready, and his attention turned towards the back.

Filios searches the shield and surrounding area for traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Filios discovers no traps within the area or on the shield.

"A shield, you say? And armor?" he says, eyebrows raised. He nudges Omrax as he walks over to investigate. He mutters the words to trigger his spell and gives the armor and shield a look.

Detect magic.

It is in a cypher that you do not understand.

“Owai, can you work out what the cypher says?”

Owai and Ormax pull out their secret Andorian decoder rings and begin to work out the cypher.

"Be sure . . ." Owai figures out.

"to drink . . ." Omrax follows.

Then together they say aloud, "your Ovaltine?"

"Sir Owai, that sounds important...we better take it back with us for review. "

Don’t encourage him, Omrax. Oh, I see now. I thought Faction Missions were generally pretty dull. OK ...

Luisila puts a finger to her chin and thinks … “Ovaltine, Ovaltine … I’m sure this is a vital clue … what about if I rearrange the letters … hmm …”

Ovaltine …

“Into Vale! … but which vale?”

“Love Tina?? … I know Charlotte the Harlot, Fancy Nancy and Juicy Lucy but nobody called Tina …”

“In love, ta … can’t be that … totally contrary to Calistrian dogma.”

“Eat Vloin … was he one of the dwarf brothers in that play? …”

“Vote Al in? Is there a politician called ‘Al’ in Andora, Omrax?” Too late for that I’m thinking.

“Sorry, my lords … I’ve got nothing.”

Should we continue onward?

Yes, please grab up the armor and shield and let's move. Unless, of course, you wish to leave it for later on our way out?

"We're traveling pretty light. If anyone has any extra capacity to carry it, please do. We can leave it here if necessary. It is enchanted, however. Is there anyone who might benefit from wearing it while we're down here?" Owai says.

To move things along, I'm going to say that the armor and shield goes into the magical bag where all loot goes in PFS. From what I can see, only Ormax would benefit from the armor and he's got the same type.

The other side passage just leads to more wall crypts without any objects of note or raising of corpses.

Through the stone door, the party find themselves on a large landing. To the right is a staircase that leads down into a flooded cave in. To the left, the stairs go up into a small room that has two armies pitted against each other, one side with a Cheliax standard and the other representing Taldor.

The only other exit is down a steep set of narrow stairs leading to a small passage that ends at a stone door. The air in here feels heavy and thick.

Luisila dumps her poor backpack in the doorway. She definitely does not like the tactical ‘terrain’ of the room.

“It’s like we’re half way up a ‘hill’ which slopes down to the north and west.”

Can I spy any threat in the room or ‘up’ the stairs from my current position?

She will also try and keep aware of any threat from the rear.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

“I’m thinking anything hostile might try and force us onto the low steps where we would be at a disadvantage. Holy Drone, the entrances to this landing are narrow …”

"Well since those chambers were empty, What lies down this steep passage? "

sorry caught myself, but not soon enough. I was thinking you meant the passage the other way. Post updated.

Omrax starts down towards the door...

perception : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Those staircases were investigated already and turned up what was already described.

Ormax ends at a closed stone door.

Ezrek comes down to the door and begins examining it for traps or anything unusual. He also listens at the door for any possible noises. Does everyone feel the change in the air? Can someone try to detect any arcane auras?

Taking the obligatory Twenty

I think I hear waves crashing on rocks on the other side of this door. Curious..

“I’m guessing that if we open the door, water rushes in and floods the lower steps.”

“The thick air … does it seem to be water vapour?”

“I think we should try to open the door remotely – maybe with a rope again or using Mage Hand perhaps?? And then get ready for any threat that ‘rides the wave’ into our room.”

“It goes without saying, nobody should be on the lower steps when we open the door … right, Omrax?” ;)

um, right mum.

"Yes, Lady Luisila. If we can open from a distance that may be wise. I do not need another bath in black water today, once was enough."

Why open it at all? Let's just take a different path, for now.

I believe are only other choice is the flooded landing where we first entered.

Investigating the first flooded landing requires one to dive into a flooded staircase that leads to a cave-in.

This door and death are the only way out . . . or go back up the main entrance. =v)

Does the door open in or out?

Casting detect magic again for the benefit of the others, Owai observes the door from behind Ezrek and Omrax. "I am certainly willing to try a Mage Hand." he says. "If it is too heavy for the magic to affect, get a rope ready." A glowing hand is conjured by the Dervish and floats, poised and ready to pull or push the door when the others are ready.

The door opens into the room on the other side.

"It is as I thought. We'll need some physical muscle to open it, and I find no magical auras to trouble us." Owai reports.

I guess I shoulld probably check it for traps as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

I detect no traps, but I agree, let's tie off a rope and move away before opening.

Omrax, that’s Mom to you, Junior!

Luisila keeps thinking on the situation as it develops …

“My Lords, if I understand correctly, the door opens inwards to the WEST not outwards to the east. That being the case, pulling on the door probably won’t work … maybe we try it, but I’m thinking we’d have to pull the door off its hinges for it to work.”

“IF that’s right, the door will only open with a PUSH not a pull. To do it remotely we would need a ram or something … The other alternative is … a volunteer with a rope tied around them opens the door from the bottom steps, while the others stand well back to pull her back and deal with any hostile forces.”

“When the flood comes in, that person will likely be inundated with water the same way Omrax was. It might be good for that person to have an air crystal in their mouth. I could also cast Remove Sickness on them to help with any possible disease affects from the (Black) Water. I would not be able to cast that spell on Filios later in that case.”

“I’m thinking I am probably the best candidate. My armor is not too encumbering and I am probably the least effective in combat. What do you all think?”

Sure, if you are up to it, but you do know that nothing of the sort may even happen. We may just be hearing the sounds of the ocean because we are near to it.

I agree with Filios, and if we were pushing against an ocean, we would be unable to open a door. I will open it when the party is ready.

Open says a me.

Edit: Also being very careful to just open the door and not step through, in case it opens up unto a cliffside or something.

To Filios: “Sure, I could be wrong (it happens pretty frequently! lol) and I agree we couldn’t push back against the ocean …”

“So we try to pull the door open with a rope and if that doesn’t work, Ezrek tries to open the door, with the rest of us some distance back? Is that the plan?”

Omrax stands next to Ezrek, ready to step into the doorway or block the ocean from rushing in to ravage the party.

"Ready Sir Ezrek!

Pushing the door open, a large space appears before the party. With the frequency of storm waves approaching the shore, salt water erupts from cracks in the floor of this large hexagonal room. Foamy, blinding spray jumps in every direction, then drains from calf-height to ankle-deep before the next wave hits. Occasionally a length of black-brown seaweed shoots in and adds one more strand to a room that already appears draped in long wet hair. In each of the chamber’s six corners, a fluted pillar rises to the fifty-foot ceiling. Between each pair of pillars, an open arch connects the chamber to an attached space. Beyond the northwest and southwest arches, three tiers of recessed spaces form three massive steps. A stone sarcophagus rests on each step.

Owai peers into the room beyond, his scimitar gripped loosely in his right hand.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Filios also peers into the room searching for traps on the immediate flooring near the entrance.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Ugh...that blows!

From the doorway, there is nothing more to observe then what has already been mentioned.