[PFS] Season 0 run, mixed with Dragon's Demand

Game Master Irish202

Fiona improves her position to see the Wyvern leader who is still standing in the hallway, chanting. She pulls out a feather from one of her pockets and begins tearing it apart, letting the bits fall to the floor while whispering a few words looking at the leader.
Slumber hex on Randalan, DC 14 vs. Will.

Gwendallyn takes a 5-foot step and kicks the green Steel Wyvern in his groin. He lets out a gasp gasp and cringes.

Urbar stands and grabs one of his swords.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Fiona moves a bit and uses a slumber hex on the leader of the Steel Wyverns. The man instantly stops singing and falls to the floor, sound asleep.

Round 3:
Green -7HP
Urbar 5/12HP
Fiona
Gwendallyn
Randalan (Asleep)
Vicard
Yellow -10HP
Tereze
Eryzule

Gwen's attack was actually against Yellow.

Vicard, still using his spear, attacks yellow with a hard jab.

"Give up! Don't make us kill all of you." Vicard shouts over the sounds of the fighting.

Spear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Attack Yellow

Lets pause for a moment, please. Gwen attacked Yellow... Then moved into Flanking Green with Vicard so he could get the extra bonus to attack. I bring this up, because it will likely change Vicard's attack into a hit.

Ah, but Gwen, I can't hit green with my spear from current spot. I'd have to take a step back to gain distance or something. I suppose Is hould have waited for GM to post.

Chalk it up to inexperience fighting with you using the spear.

Oy, I forgot you were using a Longspear, Vic! My mistake. Also, I hope my last pos didn't come off as abrasive. It's easy to forgot that text does not hold the inflections that speech carries...

My bad, messed up! :O

Retcon:
Gwendallyn kicks the yellow Steel Wyvern in his groin. He lets out a gasp gasp and cringes, after which he passes out. Gwendallyn then takes a 5-foot step to move into flanking position with Vicard.

Round 3:
Green
Urbar 5/12HP
Fiona
Gwendallyn
Randalan (Asleep)
Vicard
Tereze
Eryzule

Vicard, you'll have to retcon. You'll keep the rolls in your previous post if you're going to attack.

"Pardon me!"

Ery says as he lifts his crossbow toward the GREEN wyvern, A bolt being fired.

Heavy Crossbow attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Piercing Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 4

"Anyone else surprised I hit? I know I am.

Yes especially considering you forgot to facto in the -4 for shooting into melee and the -4 for soft cover from Fiona. So you got a 14 in the end.

Yes, that makes the shot even more impressive! >.>

Vicard moves slightly away, giving himself room to use the spear and lashes out at the last remaining standing thug.

Attack green, same roll as above

Tereze looks down at the sling in her hand and then shakes her head.
Looking at Ubar's Saber on the floor and the ranger standing, her mouth flattens into a grimace.
With a look of resignation she steps back, closes her eyes and sighs.

When her eyes open they glow with a golden light.
Appear. She says in a commanding voice.

Behind her a misty figure in a ragged black cloak appears. It's hard to make out may details of the figure beyond the cloak, as your eyes are drawn to a malevolent red glow that comes from two points in the shadows under its hood.

Each of you hears a distant voice that coldly whispers: Come to me. come my sweet and DIE! The last word echos in your mind over and over.

Tereze's eyes flash blindingly yellow and in a voice far more harsh then you have ever heard her use, she commands Keep silent and OBAY!

She points at the sawtooth Saber laying at Ubar's feet and motions upward.

The thing floats over and picks up the saber from the ground with a desiccated clawed hand. It then stands up and offers the saber hilt first to Urbar.

Nice post, Tereze!

Tereze takes a step back and uses her powers to summon a misty figure with the ragged black cloak. The figure is forced to pick Urbar's sword up at Tereze's command, and places the weapon inside Urbar's free hand.

Vicard attacks the green Steel Wyvern, stabbing his spear in the thug's side and wounding him badly.

Eryzule lifts his heavy crossbow toward the green Steel Wyvern and fires a bolt, which miraculously hits the thug in the chest and takes him out.

Combat's over!

The fight's already over, but the sheer awesomeness of Tereze's post compelled me to let the figure place the sword directly in Urbar's hand!

The cloaked figure winks out of existence as the saber leaves its hand.

Tereze's eyes stop glowing and she quickly busies herself shuffulling in her backpack and eventually pulls out a wand.

By your leave. she quietly says to Urbar and gently taps him wounds with the wand.

Cure Light Wounds (Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Putting her wand back she looks up and says: Gwen you may want to tie ze leader up before he wakes. As she speaks she moves quickly over to the fallen thugs and casts stabalize on them.

When she finishes she addresses the Almsman: I trust you can arrange for these to face a civilized court of law and be punished suitably for their crimes? We are people of our word and would not despoil Lord Abadar's sanctuary with an unlawful killing if we can help it.

Vicard moves over and helps Tereze heal the wounded. Ironic, we spend all this time fighting people, then end up healing them so the city can throw them in prison. But it is the right thing.".

Then he turns to the Alsman, "So, did we uphold our end of the deal?"

Fiona smiles to herself as she helps - or at least tries to help - Gwen tie up the sleeping Wyvern leader, checking his body for valuables or anything interesting. When finishing she moves back to stand near the others and listens to the conversation.

I kinda forget what else we have to do, but I'm sure we all earned tea."

The elf gave an affirming nod, laughing lightly.

"That I really like! Though I would like to not go down instead of getting my weapons handed to me."
He sheaths his swords and taps himself with his wand another time.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Gwen quickly checks the area for any more enemies when the last thug goes down. At Tereze's suggestion, Gwen nods and rushes over to quickly tie up the gang leader. Once properly secured, she drags him in the center of the room. "Done."

She then takes a moment to glance over at Tereze. She speaks to her quickly in their native tongue.

Vicard looks at Gwen and Tereze speaking a strange tounge. Someday, I'll have to have them teach me whatever it is they know. I hate not knowing secerts. but keeps his face firm and eyes locked on the Almsman.

Tereze lowers her head and responds softly:

She looks up and says with a grimace:

Fiona squints at Gwen and Tereze, uncertain why they decided to speak in a different language the others cannot understand. Instinctively, she moves a bit away.

"Well, I sure enjoy being left out of the loop with secretive languages going about that sound full of..Err...secrets..."

The elf looks about briefly before half-intently kicking debris as his arms fold neatly behind his back.

"So...our plan?"

Ery, ze plan depends on ze answer ze Almsman gives us. We zink we held up our end of ze agreement. Now it is his turn.

She finishes her work and turns to look at the Priest.

"Don't mind if I just have a seat here and enjoy a refresing cup of tea while you do what...you are all doing."

The elf takes a seat against the wall, opening his case. He pauses for a moment then looks up at everyone, slowly shutting the ceremonial case in which his tea supplies was stored.

"Damn it past me...you never think of future you!"

Gwen gives Tereze a concerned look at her confession, but decided not to further push the issue with everyone so close at hand. 'What sort of terrible crime could she have committed to earn such a punishment?' She wonders to herself...

Instead she directs her attention back towards the Almsman, quietly awaiting him to uphold his portion of their bargain, now that his Sanctuary had been defended.

"Them lot be dead."
Urbar says as he kicks one of the baddies in the head.
"Now it's your turn"
He says as he points to the Almsman. He sits down on some pieces of furniture to make himself comfortable.

While Urbar kicks one of the thugs that Tereze just stabilized against the head and declares him dead, the Almsman nods his head. "You kept your end of the deal and I'll keep mine. And yes, I'll see to it that these men will be taken to prison."

The Almsman then goes on to describe where Gandros used to dwell: "When you leave his sanctuary go right. Take another right at the first intersection and you're at Gandros's place."

He then turns to Gwendallyn. "I know the silk merchant from Absalom with a copper mask. He is my cousin, and he has only three fingers on his left hand."

"Oh thank gods! Our noble sacrifice was not in vein! Onward friend! The cups restless souls need to be put to rest!"

The elf hops to his feet, explaining this forthright, thrust a finger toward the exit and marching his way in the directions given. Laughing joyfully as he does.

Gwen smiles and nods knowingly to the Almansman. "Thank you, sir, for your aide this day. I look forward to speaking with your cousin again."

Tereze looks oddly at Gwen and the Almsman but says nothing.
We all have our own secrets. Let them keep one of their own. she thinks to herself.
She quietly follows the others back out into the sewers.

"Time to be going then!"
Urbar says as he moves out.
"Right and then right..."
He follows Ery, correcting him if he goes the wrong way.

Can't make any sense of the map :P Could you move me/the group?

Vicard sets off, carefully following the Almsman's directions through the dirty sewers.

"Does everyone feel they have done their good deed of the day?" he asks the group. 'Saving a bunch of poor beggars?"

Fiona follows the others through the maze-like corridors. "Lives are lives, Vicard", she answers the investigator's question. "Neither of us can judge how much they're worth, and saving those poor men back there might have unforseen consequences in the future. The wheel turns the fortunes of men swiftly."

Urbar snorts at Vicard's question.
"Beggars or thieves. Both the same to me."
He follows behind Ery, correcting him if he goes the wrong way.

The Almsman’s directions lead to a heavy wooden door. A sign on the door is partially obscured by grime and moss, and the word "Skytower" is still barely legible.

Vicard enters the room carefully, sure not to disturb the knick-knack furniture. He moves forward to inspect the corpse, carefully. Did I mention I am careful?

Perception to sense any other things in the room: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Local to see if this explains the 'price' delusion of Gandros: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Urbar walks in and takes in the room.
"Stink of burned flesh... What has that weirdo prince been doing here..."
He remains a step behind Vicard, letting the investigator do his job. He does however keep hold of his swords.

Gwen looks around at the strange setup, examining things at a distance while Vicard approaches the corpse. "I don't know, but I wonder if that is the actual "Prince" right there and who we spoke with was some sort of... impostor."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

The tin crown worn by the charred corpse bears a crude inscription that reads "Emperor Relios."

Amidst the furniture is a desk with several log books and journals. Most of them detail the day-to-day transactions of the Emporium, but one is Relios’s personal journal. It details the goings on of many of his wealthy clients, as well as Relios's personal life including the details of his ancestry and his son Gandros's birth. One of the last ledgers mentions that Relios was falling on hard times and intended to sell his wayfinder back to the Pathfinder Society. The ledgers also show that Relios was selling a steady stream of yellowcap mushrooms to members of the pre-revolution high society in Augustana.

The next rooms are vaults lined with shelves thick with growing yellowcap mushrooms. More faerie effigies hide among the mushrooms, and on the very back wall is a painted a portal, a large circle of swirling color patterns. On the floor lies an open and empty scroll case next to a slightly charred, blank piece of parchment.

Vicard and Gwen may read this without check, because they've already made it:

Tereze follows the others into the room.

Yellowcap mushrooms. Does anyone know anything about zem.
I worry zeir spores may have an effect like ze mist from ze Museum. Zat may me why he zought he was a prince.

She pulls off her headscarf and ties it over her mouth, revealing that the back of her head has large bald spots where the hair is just starting to grow in.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

With her mouth safely covered she goes over to look at one of the winged Effigies in the first room.
Anyone know what zese are supposed to be?

The elf peers into the room, just giving the typical once over that everyone else was giving..
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
...Ery noticing nothing out of the ordinary, folding his arms behind his back as he glances at the Scroll, an eyebrow raised as he speaks casually.

"Like a used prophylactic..."

Gwen shakes her head at Tereze's inquiry about the mushrooms; however, she then puts a finger to her lips to indicate keeping quiet. She then points towards the vault from where the noise is emanating.

"Art?" Vicard shrugs, not knowing Baroque from Classical.

Then he relates what he can tell about the corpse and crown.

Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"I think I know why Gandros was nuts. Those vaults are full of yellow mushrooms. Used to be a fun little diversion for the nobles. Drives you mad. Witness Gandros for prolonged exposure?"

Then he takes the parchment Ery dismissed and pours over it.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Hmm, a used scroll. Interesting. Any guesses"

Instantly he hears the sounds and like Gwen, motions for silence while whispering, "Noise, from the far vault. Be careful"

Draw long spear, ready action to stab anything that looks otherworldly!

Urbar nods to Gwen and moves beside her in the front of the party. He himself notices nothing but stays on alert.

Knowledge nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Made aware of the presence of something by their allies, the others also move into the room. A couple of seconds later a trio of ugly, small creatures with bloated frames show themselves.

Round 1:
Fiona
Tereze
Blue
Red
Yellow
Vicard
Eryzule
Gwendallyn
Urbar

Tereze bows her head and formally intones:

Lord Abadar, master of all order and lord of ze vaults.
As we helped your servant spread civilization to zose who are downtrodden,
So help us now in our effort against zose who spread insanity and chaos among zis city.
Guide our hands in your sure way and protect our minds from ze chaos in this coming battle.
In your name we pray.

As she finishes a feeling of confidence settles over you all.

Casts Bless

Looking up she says more casually:
We may not have to fight zem, but it never hurts to be prepared.
With zat in mind, may I suggest Urbar and Gwen you head past Vicard and let him hold ze door behind you?