PFS: The Midnight Mirror (Inactive)

Game Master R D

Berosius may act. Then the enemy.

Berosius delays.

The fetchling swings a club at Sithiss:
Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18, Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The party is up. Finish him!

Harrow throws a javelin somewhere near the last room they were in.

javelin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 61d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

buffs
greater magic fang - 5 hours
longstrider - 5 hours
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bite attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20, if hits
bite damage: 1d4 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 and
grab: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 1 = 35, if grab hits
constrict: 1d4 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 = 14

Husarq swings his great efreeti scimitar.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 Dmg: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (4, 6) + 10 = 20

The final fetchling is felled. Combat over!

Description of room G15: Unevenly upholstered furniture fills this large common area, chairs and sofas circled around asymmetrical tables. Doors on both sides of the room lead off into tiny bedchambers.

Where to from here?

Let's go in order...

Room G16: Sinuous, curving shapes topped with delicate spines rise seamlessly from the floor to form distinctly uncomfortable- looking furniture. Black flowers appear to bloom everywhere, but they, like everything else in this chamber, are formed from a colorless, textureless shadow substance.

Playing in this room is a fetchling boy. He recognizes instantly that the party members are not of this plane. "You're not from here. You're just like my daddy and uncle, aren't you?" he says. "Have you come to bring my father back to me? Are you also members of the Boroi family?"

Harrow looks puzzled.

"We not Boroee family. Who is daddy and uncle?" he asks the boy.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

The Baron had killed both brothers, right? Did he kill their kids, too?

Baron Stepan had his brothers put in here and claimed that they died of sudden illness.

"Daddy is daddy! Everyone knows daddy. And everyone knows uncle Henric, too."

OH, right! I was thinking he had killed them because he said they died, but remembered he didn't quite...

Harrow smiles. "I see...where is daddy? Can we talk to him? And where is uncle Henric?" the half-orc asks.

"They're in their rooms." He points to the rooms with the dead body and the (former) allip.

The brothers were sent in here about 10 years ago. This boy is about 8 years old.

Selter crouches down in an attempt to seem less threatening, Having of Daddy we do not. Yet the taking of one to Daddy might be thing of talking about. Tell self little manling, Nicasor be having meanings to you?

The biy shrugs his shoulders as Selter's question.

Seeing the dead fetchlings in the next room, the boy innocently asks: "What happened to them?"

"Ummm...maybe they attack something that hurt them?" Harrow responds to the boy's question about the dead fetchlings.

"Well, you stay here where it safe and we need keep going," the half-orc suggests to the boy.

Harrow seems flummoxed about anything else to say to the boy, and moves to the next door. G17

G17: Thick, plush draperies cover the walls in this room, making the darkness seem even more oppressive. While not quite luxurious, the furnishings and decorations here are comfortable and more than just functional.

"Eh? Git outta ma room ye brash, loud youngsters! Let me be in peace an' quiet! Young folks. Always babbling an' carryin' on..." Harrow sees an elderly fetchling.

Harrow lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Oh, sorry! Who are you?" he asks as quietly as possible.

"I'm the ol' timer who's gonna kick yer backside if'n ye don' leave me alone!" he says in a huff. It looks like it's a strain for him to turn his head to see you, much less actually get up and engage in combat.

Harrow frowns at the man, and looks tempted to say something loud, but refrains.

"Maybe try next room," he says as he quietly shuts the door.

Try G18

Be any else thinking one of these might be same Nicasor disguised?

"Harrow not know," the half-orc shrugs. "Guess Harrow not know what he look like. Maybe we ask him next time we see random person..."

"Harrow not know," the half-orc shrugs. "Guess Harrow not know what he look like. Maybe we ask him next time we see random person..."

"This is a good idea," says Mareq, in response to Harrow's direct approach.

He looks at Husar briefly, suspiciously, and then returns his attention to the rooms and rooms full of fetchlings of various ages and types.

"I had considered that, perhaps, these are all Nicasor himself, in various states of age. No disguise, but perhaps the unusual traits of the plane or prison reflecting different versions of himself."

So you is be saying kill child and not needing to deal with remainder? Surprisingly sensible come from mammal.

"I had considered that, perhaps, these are all Nicasor himself, in various states of age. No disguise, but perhaps the unusual traits of the plane or prison reflecting different versions of himself."

Stepan told you that Nicasor is a Shae, whereas these guys are fetchlings.

The boy says, "Hey! There's momma! Why's she lying on the floor?"
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Room G18: This room looks just like the room with the old man. There's nobody here, though.
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Room G19: The wall, floor, and ceiling here are all covered in improbable bookshelves that bulge and contract to match crumbling volumes of all shapes and sizes. There are two people reading in here. One is an adult male shae. The other is a young female shae.

The male says, "What are you doing here? This is my home! Put those weapons away!!!"

"Well, hello, Nicasor," says Husarq, hefting his efreeti scimitar still dripping with the blood of fetchlings. "We met some of your fetchlings. They were fun."

He looks about the room carefully, despite his bully behavior, to ascertain the situation.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Who's your friend here?"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Damnation. He is reverting to his self, thinks Mareq. I must reassert control, before this becomes a disaster.

"Nicasor?" the man seems confused.

"He's not 'Nicasor'," the girl laughs.

"How rude!" The man continues. "You barge into my home with weapons and you're in the wrong home!"

Believing you, difficult see happen.
sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 but of course I believe anything

"Lay down your arms!" he insists.

The door to room G20 opens. A tall man-like figure appears in the doorway. He wears a gray cloak over lacquered black armor. His white mask is polished to a mirror sheen and reflects the face of anyone he looks at.

"Calm yourself, Atamin." he says, obviously addressing the male shae.

To the party, he asks: "Why have you come here? What do you want?"

To the party, he asks: "Why have you come here? What do you want?"

OK, after three boozy nights of business travel/meetings/dinners, my brain is mush. Can't remember what the hell our objective with Nicasor is. Kill him? throw him through the mirror. something. I'll have to go back and read earlier posts. Sorry to be so slow.

LOL! You're looking for the heart of this place. You need to destroy it with the shard of the mirror to end the plague. Along the way, you discovered that Nicasor is a jerk. You are unsure if killing the heart while Nicasor is alive will allow the shae to be free on Golarion.

You mean, if we kill the heart first, Nicasor may be released.

You don't know. ;-P

"We looking for Nicasor," Harrow says. "Where we find him?" he asks, lowering his weapon.

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Why do you seek me?" he replies calmly.

"To end your stranglehold over the House of Boroi, monster!" says Berosius, not giving a damn about diplomacy. "You hurt people and you have to go!"

Go, Berosius! :)

buffs
mirror image - 4 images, 5 minutes

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Scales of the goddess! Finally we shall finish this. Sithiss, go over and get behind the prey. Mnohí ma milovať a strachu! Suddenly there seem to be several of the Nagaji standing there. images: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
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Sithiss will go up the wall and try to get behind Nicasor. He could get an AoO on Sithiss if he wants to take it. Selter casts mirror image on himself.

Husarq's attention is divided between Nicasor and the two others in the room.

The elderly one and the woman seem like simple ones to kill. And their screams would be pleasant, he thinks to himself.

A terrible look comes upon his face, a gleeful bloodlust, cruel and heartless. The soul of the efreeti race is plain upon his face for all to see, in case any harbored misconceptions about that genie race. He raises his scimitar and takes a step towards the woman.

The elderly one and the woman seem like simple ones to kill. And their screams would be pleasant, he thinks to himself.

He raises his scimitar and takes a step towards the woman.

PAIN

The ember red brand upon Mareq's forehead sears his flesh as the efreet's thoughts burn into his mind.

"THRALL!" Mareq shouts into the room. "توقف! HOLD!

Attack the one who calls himself Nicasor! he mentally commands his efreet prisoner. Him! Now! اطاعة الاوامر !

The red-visaged genie struggles to take a second step towards the woman. His efforts appear herculean, sweat blossoming on his brow and body. He lifts his foot to take another step... and it turns, finally, unwillingly towards Nicasor.

Rage seems to cloud the efreet's face. He lifts his blade higher and attacks Nicasor.

If you're casting spells, we should enter initiative. There's a possibility (though it's unlikely) that your spell casting will be disrupted...

Berosius Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Harrow Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Mareck Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Selter Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Tan'ia Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Shae Init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Shae Init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Nicasor Init: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

OK. Selter casts a spell, he has a move action remaining. Sithiss may also go.

Tan'ia may go.

Then, it's the shae...

buffs
mirror image - 4 images, 5 minutes

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I moved 10' toward Nicasor.

And Sithiss?

buffs
greater magic fang - 5 hours
longstrider - 5 hours
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Sss... As she was directed, Sithiss tries to get behind the prey.
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Double move that provokes an AoO. But he's probably still flat-footed. I moved her icon on the map.

Yep! He's flat-footed. :)

Tan'ia is up!

Tan'ia will move to Harrow and grant him battle rage. Touch ally to grant +1 to a melee dam for 1 rd.

Sorry for the delay posting

Nicasor full attacks Sithiss. He is two-weapon fighting.

First attack, primary hand, longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + (5) = 14

First attack, off hand, shorsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + (5) = 14

Iterative attack, primary hand: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + (6) = 15

Iterative attack, off hand: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25, Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + (2) = 10

Sithiss takes 35 HP of weapon damage and 18 HP of cold damage. (Total of 53 HP of damage.) The animal companion is at -10 HP and will die in 7 rounds if not stabilized.

The two shae attack Harrow:

Falchion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11, Miss!
Falchion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12, Miss!

"Harrow hold door...others go fight boss guy!" the half-orc yells as he slices as one of the shae with his nodachi.

nodachi (adamantine, power attack, furious focus): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 191d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

I'll try to handle the two shae since I'm blocking the door anyway...the rest of you try to take the big guy. He hits HARD! I would have died outright.

W!

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F!

Nicasor is meant to be an "epic" encounter for 4th level characters.

Husarq steps forward, about to swing at Nicasor.

Mareq shouts at him, "Wait, Dung Face!"

The ifrit pulls out a wand and touches the efreet's arm with it. A small splatter of green ichor splashes upon his red skin. It rapidly spreads thin, covering his entire arm, then the other arm. Husarq's arms begin to stretch and warp, lengthening. As his arms stretch, the green ichor absorbs into the skin, as if the efreet's skin were sickeningly hungry, drinking it up.

Cast Long Arm on Husarq, extending his reach from 10ft to 15ft.