Keith S. |
The doctor is annoyed at the latest stab, and slashes back at Lazare.
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10, but she misses again.
(this is a cue for the small halfling to trigger his mouser skills if he wants)
all players can go! if Lazare would technically fit in first, we will adjust on the fly.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
I looked up stable and I owe 2 death saves from that attack after the aoo.
death save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
death save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
Lazare |
The halfling dances around the doctor screaming insults at him.
Action Total Defense - AC 22. NPC is -4 to hit against other PC's than the mouser. And everyone has flank if they are next to the NPC (even if we don't have typical flank position arranged.
Keith S. |
The doctor is rattled and staggering!
The slashes and stabs at that weird little halfling thing that is dancing around her.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 but misses badly.
The party may go again! Finish off the good doctor!
Keith S. |
@ trevor, I think you are right.
The good doctor is smashed to the ground, the massive hammer strike smashing her chest cavity.
She is dead.
You stand in the room as before. A slight whimper escapes one of the washbasins.
(unmatched) body parts are piled on one table.
Mostly complete corpses, some opened up and missing bits, are tossed carelessly along the walls.
We are out of combat time.
Keith S. |
So it is late to mention this now - but doesn't JP have 8 hp? He should have been at zero hp and been disabled ?
I meant to ask earlier and then it slipped my mind.
I also consider a person at zero hp stable; he does not lose hp every round. Below zero, you do lose hp. A minor house rule.
Keith S. |
In one washbasin, you see a badly wounded ghoul. It can barely move. But its jaws still click, and it drools as it sees Trevor peer into the basin.
On a table next to the washbasin, you see two piles of cut up meat.
A pile of parchments is next to it, along with a writing quill and inkpot.
Trevor also notes that the basin can be filled via some pipes - he surmises that one is hot water, and one cold, and that if the furnace and boiler were operating, this would make a nice set up for doing LOTS of laundry.
In a corner, Trevor also notices some bags piled up, apparently haphazardly.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
I would have been stable at zero but my attack carried through which puts me at -1, but I immediately stabilized
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
Ah, house rule, then I cast a spell and keep fighting...next time.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
Springing to his feet and stretching widely with his lanky arms, he appears as good as new.
He pokes about, examining every nook for any clue as to this strange place, but he appears lost. Perhaps there was a head injury after all.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Keith S. |
Three possible things of note are discovered.
The sheaf of notes next to the two piles of meat.
The pile of bags thrown haphazardly in a corner.
The doctor's blade is a shiny, slightly curved, single edged dagger with a fine, wide, guard and a leather wrapped hilt.
Keith S. |
The bags have a wide variety of things - small clothes, boots, socks, a notebook or two (journals of pretty normal, quiet lives), etc.
Of particular interest is a cloth belt that has 20 small "holsters" that have tiny bottles in them.
15 have blue fluid.
5 have green fluid.
Also, there are two pistols. Each are medium (1d8) muzzle loaders. There are 50 rounds with them (paper cartridges with solid slugs).
Keith S. |
To move things along...
the blue vials are cure light wounds (1d8+5). The green are cure moderate (2d8+10).
The dagger is +1.
There is nothing left in the northern section that you can access from the refugees in the temple. You can go back there to rest.
You are all now second level.
Please level up your characters, and then we can open the next scene.
Keith S. |
You return the the chapel, somewhat wounded, and a bit richer for the plunder you have found.
You still have no idea who you are; you realize you all know each other but you do not know why you seem familiar to each other.
In the chapel you are able to rest deeply and completely. No nightmares plague you here. Others mention this as well, making it a somewhat crowded spot to sleep.
Consider yourselves fully healed.
Winter will take you aside after your rest period and talk to you.
We have serious problems facing us. You cleared out the section north of us, up to the collapsed area. We cannot go any further that way.
We cannot go outside (although it would be easy enough to smash the windows). There are things in the fog that will kill all of us without a challenge. That leaves heading east. But there is one door to the east and it has .... a growth, for lack of a better word, on it.
We have food for only 7 more days.
Winter takes you to the one door leading east, and shows you this
The wall is shielded from view by a curtain crudely hung from the ceiling. Beyond it is some sort of otherwordly parasitism. A mass of stringy, yellow fungus stretches across the stone blocks. At its heart bulges and blinks a watery eye the size of a wagon wheel.
Keith S. |
We have destroyed it once, and a guard was nearly killed in the process. It came back within hours.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
"Perhaps we should go. No good can come of this eye growing on the wall."
Keith S. |
The only way forward is past the door with the eye. To risk the fog is to risk certain death.
Just sayin'
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
"How did you damage it? What is it made of?
How did it react? "
The Lord of Cats observes it for an extended period, watching it's behavior. Besides not knowing himself, he is not sure why he is helping these people instead of making his own way. He resolves to make this way, his way.
perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Lazare |
While firewood is being gathered, Lazare takes a long look at the disgusting eyeball that is attached to the door. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Moving around the room, he takes notice to see if the eyeball follows him but takes care to remain out of range of any danger this thing could cause.
If we use fire here, will it spread to other areas? I'd hate to burn down our only protection against the acid rain and whatever else is out there.
Keith S. |
On one hand, the place is damp and dripping water from the oppressive fog.
On the other, some significant seismic event shook the building and wrecked a big chunk of it.
So you have a definite risk of lighting the entire building on fire and bringing on all that associated badness.
Winter will tell you that if you get within about 5 feet of the thing, the pupil becomes a mouth and it bites you. That is how they got someone seriously wounded trying to chop at it with axes. That didn't work, by the way. It seemed to heal quickly.
York then led his guards in a volley of rifle fire, which destroyed it. Until the next morning, when it was back again.
While it was destroyed, they looked beyond the door and saw the entry way to Briarstone, but did not explore further for fear the shooting would attract something foul.
Jean-Phillipe, as he studies it, can hear faint sobbing coming from it.
He surmises that this is some sort of interdimensional thing, a kind of haunt. It is a sign of blurred boundaries between dimensions in this place.
Haunts, he muses, are often destroyed by something other than physical violence.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
"Winter, I have meditated on this door and asked my mistress for guidance and we must exorcise this door. Is there any holy water in this temple?"
Keith S. |
By scrounging, Winter can come up with one vial of holy water.
At least, she thinks it is holy water. Most any kind of water is being drunk these days, and then refilled with drips from the various holes in the roof.
Keith S. |
Trevor flings the holy water on the thing. A shriek of rage is heard, and the eye bulges forward, the pupil becoming a fanged mouth, snapping and gnashing with terrible speed.
Like a nightmare thinks Faradin.
Three different, overlapping voices are heard from the thing, sobbing who am I become?, over and over again for a minute or so.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
did that hurt it a little? A lot? I can make 3 pints a day. I can also create enough food and water to keep them alive indefinately,
But I won't.
I'm going to take 20 on the temple, searching it top to bottom with detect magic.
There has to be more to this.
Lazare |
Lazare, watching the sobbing and viciousness of the eye, stands 6 feet away and tries to talk to the extradimensional thing.
He asks the following questions, more of a conversation than rapid fire questions.
Do you have a name?
What are you?
What is it that makes you sad?
Is there something that would make you less sad?
Why is that you live here and not somewhere else?
Keith S. |
In the end, JP doesn’t think the holy water actually hurt they eye any more than your eye would sting if someone threw some water in your face.
In the chapel, he finds a magical statue of Desna that is doing something, and the altar stone that holds the statue of Pharasma is also magic. He surmises it has something to do with the peaceful rest that can be obtained in the chapel, when resting anywhere else is plagued by nightmares.
In the Chaplain’s office you find a wand of lesser restoration (7 charges). There is a large wooden desk that has been partially broken apart for wood (for cook fires), and a stone and wood bookshelf built into the wall with a decent sized mirror and some vestments of Desna’s faith.
Talking to the thing yields much babbling, wailing, and sobbing. It is obsessed with what it has become, and what it might be, and what else may happen.
Faradin Rogarvia |
"So, if the volley of rifle fire destroyed it about a night... what about building an explosive big enough to make it so it doesn't come back? Lots of gunpowder would do it I reckon..." Faradin mused, not understanding the magical aspect of it at all. He sets himself to getting used to the brace of pistols he has strapped, one under each armpit as the others discuss how to fix the problem at hand.
Jean-Philippe St.Onge |
"Maybe we should start with a 10" spear and see if it can move."
Lazare |
Aye, but even if we manage to poke its eye out with your long stick Jean, it will just come back. Like it did with the other chaps. Coming back after our adventures might be a problem if the rest of it is on the other side of the door.
Is the statue of Desna big enough to move into this room?
Any help on how to deal with this taunt? Some roll that one of our PC's could make? A swift thump with the GM clue bat?!? :)
Keith S. |
It keeps whispering What have I become....What have I become
More clue bat thumping is available if that makes no sense
Blowing up the door is definitely risky from a building stability point of view.