Silverhex Chronicles/Master of the Fallen Fortress/Crypt of the Everflame (Inactive)

Game Master Emmjay

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We will start later this week. Due to the holiday season we will take it slow until/about the 2nd of January when we go full steam ahead!

Ok, everyone is here and checked in! We are ready to start, but because it is the holidays family comes first, so we will be going nice and slow until the 2nd of Jan or so while people are on vacation and such.

THE SILVERHEX CHRONICLES

You begin your adventure in Gralton, where the first step in Ulisha's Journal leads you. SLIDE 4 - HANDOUT 1

For a small city, Gralton boasts an ostentatious cemetery, with the tombs of wealthy Galtan refugees evoking their lost glories. When you arrive you find that the gates are ajar and no guards are on duty.

Go ahead and place your token(s) on SLIDE 5 at the top where it says 'enter here'. This is also a good time to introduce yourselves. Once that is completed, we will continue on.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Ne'erduwyl looks imperiously at her fellow Pathfinders, who she clearly thinks are beneath her. Disturbingly, a scorpion plays around her shoulders. There is something off about her. She's clearly half elf, but a more sinister race plays into her features too.

"A cemetery," she says. "What a perfect way to begin."

wait, clearly a half-elf or an elf?

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Knowledge (Local) 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"I, er, once sold a load of barley to some merchants headed toward the River Kingsdom a whiler back," Hekran says while feeding a handful of corn to Gartempe, a pure white-plumed chicken. "Now rumor has it that this Lord Tullivor, he said that they was gonna bury 'im with a whole heap of treasure. And that there tomb of his gonna have a magic trap, which can only be overcame with, now what did they say? Right, than the trap is bypassed by 'one who earn's Tullivor's thanks', though I ain't clear on what that means."

Hekran's a man in his late twenties with a short brown beard and tanned skin with a floppy straw hat and peasants clothing.

"Now I reckon its mighty weird that this here cementary's has got its gates as wide open as a cleric of Lymneris's skirt and that there ain't a guard on duty.

"Oh, by the by, name's Hekran, Hekran Mesra. I'm a simple farmer, freeholding land in Andoran. North of Olfden, south of the River Foam." He holds out his hand in order to shake any takers.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

When the good Pastor received notice of his assignment and received a copy of the letter, he began beating the bushes of all his sources of information. Unfortunately, his search didn’t prove fruitful as he couldn’t find any extra information.

Roland takes the man’s hand as he entered the cemetery. ”The name is Roland. Roland Aimane. Some people just call me Pastor. I make books,” he said with a smile, holding his large iron bound tome up for inspection. ”And I spread the good word of Nethys. Magic is life, you know,” he grinned.

The man himself was quite imposing, broad shoulders, bald head, wearing armor with a shield strapped to his back. He kept his tome in his right hand at almost all times, almost by force of habit it seemed.

Glok Longtongue is a young grippli, about 2`1`` with maybe 35 pounds. His skin is fiery red with golden dots and great golden eyes.
In private he wears well made green tunic and baggy pants, with a brown trim and a green cap with a pink feather.
But if he on a mission, he wears a well made explorers outfit consisting of a green cotton shirt, leather vest and soft boots and gloves of deerskin, together with a breastplate, a buckler showing Erastils holy symbol, a rapier and a few daggers.
His voice is a throaty croaking and he smells always a bit of fresh water.

Hearing some rumors Glok shrugs and speaks up."Was that human called Laban Tullivar a cruel man! Did I hear that he was entombed with his riches."
Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23Moving toward the gate Glok looks around.
"You do see the guards?"
Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Diplomacy, gather information: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

The half-orc is so odd that he can't convince anyone to even speak with him, let alone give him information on the city. "Armenian Man not know why. Why will you not talk to Armenian Man?" He simply bounded up, the ringing of unseen bells jingling at his approach, and stated his question simply. "Gralton. Cemetary. Tell me. Tell me what you know." They all just ran off, or sork of 'eeked' and slipped away.

"They said it might be this way. Armenian Man grow up very different. Others not know." He suddenly seems to notice that he's now arrived at the cemetary he was directed to, and probably speaking to himself again. There are others here. I guess I should have expected that.

He stands quietly, awkwardly, looking from one to the other as they all speak up.

That one's mean. His eyebrows lift in delight, though, at the sight of the scorpion. Pretty little bug!

Oh, wow. This guy is smart! I think he just knows all this stuff too! He looks at the gate when Hekran mentions it--the gate that he, The Armenian Man, had just walked through, the swivels his head back quickly, eyes wide. Observant, too! Didn't even notice that.

Hmmm. Pastor? Holy book? Devoted, must be.

When his eyes light on the grippli, he looks around and around frantically, as if he's looking for someone hidden. Little frog man! This must be another prank. Where they be. Pranking me. Unable to find his suspected tormenters, he returns his gaze and listens to the small creature. Me play along, then. You not faze me, fickle fey.

When there is a break in the conversation, he raises his hand lightly, and introduces himself. "Hi. Armenian Man"

The little gnome enters into the room with a wide smile and a skittishness as he runs around checking everything out!

Hey everyone he says as he darts.

"Would one of you half wits stop speaking in riddles and explain this nonsense about a guard? If there's one thing I know about grave robbing it's that there's always a price." says Ne'erduwyl.

Ne'er will cast detect magic before they pass through the gates.

The gnome walks up to the gripli. We are about the same size! Can you teach me how to breathe underwater too? he asks with delight in his voice.

Glok ponders over the question from the gnome for a moment or two.
"Do you breathe in! Don´t you breath out! Is it simple!"

The gnome does his best impression of a fish breathing. Like this? he asks.

Now, can you show me how to jump as he begins jumping around. I have a great idea, let's play leap frog!!!

The Armenian Man simply looks around in wonder, a look of glee on his face as he's sure that he's being pranked in the best way. Little gnome clinches it. First World hijinks afoot for sure! When will they reveal themselves? Maybe not, maybe not. Not always their style. Still, Armenian Man know!

Hey the little gnome is cute. Just look at him

Hekran takes his time studying over Neerduwyl. Hekran takes 20 for a 23 on his perception. His eyes narrow a bit at the witch.

"I actually take a lot of interest in magic t'do about the water, little one," he says to the gnome, "I ain't quite mastered a spell that lets you breath underwater, that's powerful magic, but I did done learn one that lets you swim mightily as long as you hold your breath."

If you've got to spend, you might want to look at my spellbook, Gnickygnack, since its cheaper to add a spell to your formulae book from a PC's spellbook or formula book than it is to just buy it. I know Touch of the Sea is on the alchemist list and I've got that one.

The gnome bounces over to the wizard. I like books! he says. Can you read my reciepe book?

"What are you staring at, farmer? Why don't you go throw mudballs at frog boy and his hyperactive friend? says Ne'erduwyl, clearly in a stormy mood.

The gnome sticks his tongue out at the elf and goes back to talking with the wizard.

Make sure you have slides 2 and 3 filled out, as well as post your character image on slide 5.

As you make your way into the cemetery on your way to the tomb, you come across a body slumped over a small marble pedestal. Clearly dead, the young human male is dressed in a nobles outfit with his hands bound by rope.

The Armenian Man frowns. If this part of fey trick, it not nice part. They not think of mortal life with value. Dirty. He assists the others in taking the body off the pedestal.

Perception DC 10: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

As he sets the body down gently, he notices that the belt buckle looks like a badger. That doesn't mean anything to The Armenian Man, so he goes to stand in front of the bust that's been revealed. He doesn't even seem startled when a voice starts speaking. Typical.

Heal DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Survival DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"When the last sun fall on this spot, receive my thanks." The Armenian Man repeats the magical voice with almost perfect inflection.

"Well, that's easy, I suppose, or am I not thinking deeply enough on it? It seems that we should be here at sundown." He begins looking around the space; does it seem that there's a window or other way that light could enter the room at dusk in some meaningful way?

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

The Pastor presents his holy symbol and says a quick word for the deceased, wishing his soul a speedy journey to its destination. He nods at the half orc’s words. ”That seems to be the prudent interpretation of the situation.”

He takes a look at the body as he says his holy words. ”He has scratches on his face, and his mortal wound apparently came from a short sword or something similar.”

Heal 1d20 ⇒ 17

Could Simeon please put my image on sheet two? I can’t do that from my phone. Thanks.

Could Simeon please put my image on sheet two? I can’t do that from my phone. Thanks.

Done

Walking up to the entrance after the group enters the cemetery is a large heavily scarred half-orc clad in chainmail with a large flail and shield on his back and a morningstar on his belt.

Seeing the female elf; Grak stops in his tracks Hell the crazy woman is here again. Touching the haft of his flail.Though she did fix you after we left the museum.

I'm Graktul...the blacksmith was having trouble findin a suit of mail big enough sadly.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Upon seeing the body on the ground he leans over and looks at the wounds a little closer.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Looking towards the sky. Hmm...those scratches are from a hawk coupled with the sword wound makes me wonder if a druid/ranger did him in.

Ne'erduwyl brightens up when she sees her old Pathfinder museum raiding mate, Graktul.

It's nice to have some muscle in the party, she thinks.

Ne'er's a little bipolar, if you hadn't guessed.

"So...Armemian Man, are you suggesting we stand here until the sunsets and then wait for something good or bad to happen?, says Ne'erduwyl. "Anyone bring anything good to eat?

The half-orc--who often seems half-there--tilts his head. "I suppose that's as good an idea as any." His eyes drift up to some off-kilter point above his head. "Unless.... no."

"Well, we could try to find out who... or what... killed that boy." He lifts his gaze towards the best angle he can estimate for the sun at this point in the day.

"We have some time to poke around."

Or do we? What time of day is it presently?

Glok looks around and shrugs. "Are we under no time pressure. Am I hungry!"

The half-orc--who often seems half-there--tilts his head. "I suppose that's as good an idea as any." His eyes drift up to some off-kilter point above his head. "Unless.... no."

"Well, we could try to find out who... or what... killed that boy." He lifts his gaze towards the best angle he can estimate for the sun at this point in the day.

"We have some time to poke around."

Or do we? What time of day is it presently?

The sun is just beginning to set. As far as being in a hurry, no, you have some time to investigate. Silverhex is a series of 6 "mini" scenarios that add up to tell a much larger story. One of the Pathfinder Quests, its first level only requirement is great, and because there is time between each quest, players fully heal/rest up. At a gaming con time would be of a bigger issue, but since this is PbP, well, not so much.

That being said, the riddle is failed at full night, so there is that...

The gnome bounces up to the witch
Listen toots, we don't need your sarcasm or your insults. We are trying to do things right and your attempts at being smart, note, attempts, are doing no one any good. So I suggest you take your head out of your bum and be more helpful and he bounces away.

Ne'erduwyl raises an eyebrow at the gnome. "So you don't have any snacks, I take it?"

Ne'erduywl pulls an apple out of her backpack, takes a bite, and spits a seed at Gnickygnack's feet.

Looks at Glok Are you asking me if you are hungry???

Hope the Gnome sleeps lightly think I remember Neer's scorpion having its mistress's temper...Course that may have been the nightmare I had last night.

Has anyone looked around to see how the body got here?

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Attempting to determine the number of assailants, if the body was killed in place, or where the attacker went after the body.

Rolled here but would taking 20 be possible since we do not have a time crunch.

The Pastor looks around the remainder of the tomb after he administered the rites to the body.

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 perception to see if he can tell anything about the body's journey here.

1d20+6 perception to see if he can tell anything about the body's journey here.

Near as you can tell, he was killed here.

Looks deep in thought before turning to Hekran.

You said there was a rumor that the body was buried with a whole lot ta treasure and guarded by a magic trap that requires one to receive the Lord's thanks...Is it just me or is just having to wait till sundown a little too easy for a magic trap.

Looks around is there anything that "last sun" could correlate to other than the big ball in the sky?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Pertaining to my post earlier could I take 20 to attempt to determine if there was more than 1 assailant and at least which general direction they went after killing the man.

Looks deep in thought before turning to Hekran.

You said there was a rumor that the body was buried with a whole lot ta treasure and guarded by a magic trap that requires one to receive the Lord's thanks...Is it just me or is just having to wait till sundown a little too easy for a magic trap.

Looks around is there anything that "last sun" could correlate to other than the big ball in the sky?

[dice=Perception]1d20 + 5

Pertaining to my post earlier could I take 20 to attempt to determine if there was more than 1 assailant and at least which general direction they went after killing the man.

Given that this is a cemetery that is regularly patrolled by guards and has frequent visitors, with all the footprints, you are unable to discern anything more than two sets of prints and that assailant(s) went south to the area marked on the map.... A matching set can be found near the gates as well.

As far as the Tullivor Mausoleum goes.....
This baroque marble tomb clamors for attention like a gaudy flag waving for a once noble house. Its most audacious feature is a sculpted badger that looms, gargoyle-like, above the door. The iron door is decorated not only with the Tullivor name and crest, but also with an elaborate arcane rune.

As the Mausoleum where the tracks lead....
This alabaster tomb evokes a past age of Galtan architecture, including a ten-foot spire atop a broad dome. Its awnings teem with sculpted white raptors. An iron gate bears the motto, “Last to Fall.”

"Judging by the 'Tullivor Mausoleum' sign I'm assuming he's buried there.' Ne'erduwyl points to the south. "Just to be safe, I'll see if there's anything funny afoot."

Ne'erduwyl casts detect magic, still a safe distance from the mauseleum.

Is the rune readable with read magic? If so, I cast it.

A funny foot? the gnome states looking at his feet My feet haven't told me any jokes

Glok looks around and shrugs."We will inquire the mausoleum?"

The mausoleum is a 15-by-10-foot structure constructed of superior masonry. Its sole ingress is a locked iron door. The door is clearly magical, evocation school - or to be more specific - the rune on the door. What it says doesn't matter.

As far as the other mausoleum, when you go over there to take a look around....
The Sarvio mausoleum is a 15-by-15-foot tomb of superior masonry. Through the ironwork of its padlocked gate one can see that the tomb’s interior contains four sarcophagi but no valuables. On top of the building is a spire. Ne'erduwyl notices that the joint between it and the roof is rather weak.

At this point I need everyone to give me individual Perception checks as you continue to explore the area for clues and such.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

What's the DC on the Perception spoiler?

It isn't, it was just me rolling for you all for the second mausoleum, to save some time.

[dice=Perception]1d20+10

On the map, that enterance, is that where you are checking?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Following the footprints Graktul stops in front of the Sarvio mausoleum and then looks at the handout from earlier.

Seems there was a little bit of a feud between these two...wonder where the chalice is now since our author took it with him.

Just curious guessing there isn't any symbols on any of the other mausoleums (including the Sarvio).

Hekran follows Graktul to the Sarvio mausoleum which is covered in stone raptors. I'm assuming like, eagles and birds of prey not velociraptors, right? With Pathfinder, you can never tell.

"You reckoned the boy was scratched up by a hawk right?" he jerks a thumb at the stone birds

He takes another look, walking around the Sarvio mausoleum.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Interesting thought Hekran.

Was definitely a hawk or close relative...You think it was one of those then?

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Attempting to determine was there any chance that someone ended up running away from this mausoleum...i.e. escaping a hawk come to life from the roof.

PErc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Looking around Glok searches for any bad surprises.