Shackled City (Pathfinder) - GM_Chris

Game Master Chris Shannon 719

Does Toffitt need a hand on the winch at all times? Is he able to defend himself, use a wand, etc.?

Finneas moves over and heals the Doctor before covering the area in a thick fog.

Move to Toffitt, cast CLW for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 and then Obscuring Mist

Does Toffitt need a hand on the winch at all times? Is he able to defend himself, use a wand, etc.?

Yes. There is a safety mechanism that requires it to be held down. If you let go, it stops. It only takes one hand.

Ruins with Mist

As the cage reaches the halfway point, Finneas's mist covers the winch house and surrounding area.

Atol and Dyrant can see the southwest door (AG-40) open slightly, but no one comes out.

Dyrant moves to catch himself as the cage sways into motion, putting one hand on the bars to steady himself and the other to put away the eel monsters.

Phew. Another few minutes of waiting in this cage and we'd have run out of food and Atol might have begun to look around for his meal: me.

20/31 hp

"Thanks my friend. That bloody hurt."

Dr. Toffitt awkwardly gets out his wand, preparing to raise a shield if a foe should appear.

It should move faster. Five hundred times faster. Hurry, dammit.

Better Map

1d20 ⇒ 16
1d100 ⇒ 62
1d20 ⇒ 18
1d100 ⇒ 37

A couple arrows fly out of the southwest door and through the mist.

Playing loose with the rounds here. I won't go into actual initiative unless the situation changes. Just seeing how people react to the situation.

With the thunk and the plunk of arrows hitting arrow them, Glimmil holds out a mailed hand and looks upward, wondering if it's raining before realizing the danger present from the southwest.

"No worries friends, I will hold them at bay!"

Glimmil moves southward under the cover of the fog.

To AF,34 to maintain concealment. If this is combat, then he'll ready an action to fight defensively once he gets to that spot.

Status:
AC24 (or AC26 if fighting defensively)
Cog 28/28HP
Glimmil 42/42HP

Since I'll be AFK most of the day... Glimmil has his lance currently out, so should get an AoO if anyone comes into melee.

If he gets another round to prepare, he'll actually ready a charge action against the first person to leave the cave.

If any DMPC'ing is required after that, typical Glimmil tactics, running around with his hook-hammer trying to be the center of enemy fire, while fighting defensively if there's multiple bad guys on him.

Finneas will prepare to strike any foe coming out of the mists.

Greatsword Power Attack +7
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 152d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 2) + 9 = 13

Atol calmly munches on the Eels.

He hears the noise and sees the mist forming.

What are they doing down there, trashing the place?

He hears the arrows thunking against the building, but takes no particular notice with all the other crashing.

Must be some more loose debris.

He hears the Doctor request healing.

Sigh, now he's hurt himself stumbling around in the fog. We really need to be more careful.

1d20 ⇒ 12 - miss
1d20 ⇒ 5 - miss

1d20 ⇒ 20 - hit
1d20 ⇒ 13 - no confirm
1d2 ⇒ 2 - Hits Dyrant
1d100 ⇒ 58 - passes concealment
1d6 ⇒ 3 - Damage
1d20 ⇒ 12 - miss
1d100 ⇒ 53

As the cage continues to descend, a few more arrows fly from the southwest door. As the cage descends into the mist, one arrow finds its mark and catches Dryant on the leg.

The southwest door then closes. Glimmil could see there were several people inside the room.

The cage has reached the bottom. Dyrant and Atol can hop out. No more arrows fly at the party.

Toffitt lets go the lever and nudges Finneas, gesturing toward the cage. Moving out of the winch house, he continues his Celestial rambling.

Hrm. Glim can't understand a word I just said. Perhaps he'd be open to some tutoring...

Dyrant opens the door and holds the door for Atol to exit, before stepping outside himself and taking the arrow in the leg.

Now, let's see what mess we have created...

"Ah! I see the Doctor has already made friends," Dyrant says to Atol while his leg bleeds.

Dyrant walks 'north' on the beach, moving to AH26 so he can see the structure clearly. He will go prone while he looks.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Perception

Any of those doors open?

Dyrant, having surveyed the area, waits a bit if he's not under fire.

Waiting for the doctor get healed...I believe the Mist should last about 4 minutes.

"Glim! Glim! Can you see about getting this door open?" Dyrant points to the door in AF26, mindless to the fact that the gnome can't see in the fog.

GM Chris, requesting a DMPC spooning of the door in AF26.

No one sees any movement in the ruins. All the doors are closed. There are no windows.

That door is unlocked when the party is ready. I'll DMPC Glimmil if necessary.

"Let's be wary of more traps. Oo, Atol, that tickles."

"The door is unlocked if you are ready friends! I felt a bit like Garl himself may use me as his puppet, but rest assured I am myself again!"

Glimmil nods to the others, takes a deep breath and pulls the door open.

Dyrant stands up and joins Glim at the door.

"Let's be careful now," Dyrant says as he keeps an eye on the mist.

"Let's go Finn, Atol, Doctor!"

Glimmil opens the door to a large room with a ceiling that rises in a forty-foot-high dome; the floor is polished smooth. Water from condesation runs down the walls, and a pair of large braziers to the northeast and southeast provide smoky light a long table with a dozen chairs dominates teh center of the room.

There are double doors on the west wall and a single door on the north wall as well as the south wall.

The doors to these ruins are 6' wide stone doors that pivot on the center leaving a 3' gap on each side to walk through.

General ruins features: The architecture is smooth and somewhat unsettling, looking almost like a more stable structure of dwarven design that was allowed to partially melt; all angles on the interior and exterior are smooth and curved. In many places, badly eroded carvings on the walls depict the ancient kopru enslaving other races and partaking in all forms of vile practices.

All doors from the current room are unlocked.

Finneas moves into the room, barely squeezing his frame through the strange door.

"Why would you build a door like that? This place is odd."

Female voice: Look at those sheets! They've ruined them.
Male voice: What are you on about? Why would they even put them there.

"It's probably some kind of trap, now shut up you two."

Atol stays close to the rest of the party and moves through the ruins. He pauses for a moment early on to fond... er touch Doctor Toffit.

He converts a Shield of Faith to a Cure Light Wounds for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"This place is awfully damp. I wonder if it's like this during the dry season as well? Seems it must be."

He wraps his robe tighter.

Glimmil glances backward, arching an eyebrow in wonder why Finneas would suggest Dyrant and Atol 'shut up'.

Shaking his head in semi-shock, Glimmil does his best to keep quiet, lest he too incur the half-orc's wrath for being too noisy.

These cords are sure at an obnoxious height for a gnome.

Glimmil glances at the length of the cord to where they fasten along the wall, wondering what their purpose might be.

Realizing the archers from earlier might be alerting their entire complex to their arrival, the gnome begins to open his mouth and suggest they move quickly... then he sees Finneas and the stern look on his face, and decides better of it.

"Thank you, Atol. I feel right as rain now."

Toffitt moves into the central hall and examines what lies behind the different doors. "I'm inclined to go towards the source of the earlier arrows. There may be something of interest beyond the trapped floor, though."

Dyrant peers around inside the room from the outside (AF26).

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Perception

"Who is telling who to shut up now?" Dyrant asks dryly, unsure what the oafs are murmuring about.

Who is telling WHOM, Dyrant. Apparently Cuthbertines aren't cudgeled for poor grammar.

New Map

Clearing things up. I've marked the rooms with numbers. I thought the party went into 12, but it was actually 41. At this point, I'm going with the party has entered 12 and opened the doors to 33, 13, & 17, but not entered those rooms. Also, the party opened the door to room 41, but did not enter it.

Room 12 - Glimmil opens the door to a large room with a ceiling that rises in a forty-foot-high dome; the floor is polished smooth. Water from condesation runs down the walls, and a pair of large braziers to the northeast and southeast provide smoky light a long table with a dozen chairs dominates teh center of the room. There are double doors on the west wall and a single door on the north wall as well as the south wall.

Room 33 - Northern door:
This opens to an empty 10' x 10' room with a door in the northwest corner.

Room 13 - Western double doors:
This opens to an empty 40' long vaulted hallway with double doors at the other end.

Room 17 - Southern door:
This opens to a 10' x 10' room with a door on the western wall. Hundreds of thin white cords stretch from wall to wall in this chamber, all about six inches off the ground. The cords make a tangled sheet, and it looks nearly impossible to pass through the room without stumbling.

Room 41 - This room is empy with a door deeper into the ruins on the west wall. Dyrant sees nothing unusual with his perception check.

The party can now proceed from this state of affairs.

"Those white cords are very interesting. Do you think it's a trap - or just a way to slow down intruders? Maybe even an alarm system?"

"Either way, they know we're here, so we should proceed with caution. They will be prepared for us or have run away long before we reach them so we might as well be careful about it."

Atol looks everyone over for injury and seeing only a scratch on Dyrant, he's gotten worse from praying Atol settles in and waits for the party to chose their door.

12 and 13 are fine by me... I'm OK heading to the end of that hallway.

Glimmil trots ahead with Cog, looking at the long hallway sprawling ahead of them.

"This certainly leads somewhere good!"

12 and 13 are fine by me... I'm OK heading to the end of that hallway.

Glimmil trots ahead with Cog, looking at the long hallway sprawling ahead of them.

"This certainly leads somewhere good!"

Glimmil and Cog trot into the hallway and the floor opens up beneath them.

First 10' of hallway (Y,Z,34,35).
DC 15 Reflex save to jump back.
2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2 - 20' of falling damage

Toffitt gets out some rope and tosses it down. "Here, tie this around Cog. Perhaps I should lead and search as I go..."

"Cog!" Dyrant says as the valued puppy and ally potentially tumbles.

May the Blessing of St. Cuthbert protect him. +2 to Cog's saves.

May the Blessing of St. Cuthbert protect him. +2 to Cog's saves.

Cute, but just so we're clear, Dyrant cannot interrupt with his +2 to saves.

Cute, but just so we're clear, Dyrant cannot interrupt with his +2 to saves.

Sheeh...yeah...forgetful with Daylight Savings, eh? Not interrupt, a reminder. Duly noted here and confirmed in status here.

"Whoa... Cog, what are you doing?" Glimmil shouts as he wonders why Cog is suddenly leaping backwards.

Cog Reflex (with +2 from Ward) vs DC15: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 = 27

Not sure if Glimmil needs to make one too? Will do some research...

"Oh... that." he says when he finally realizes a pit opened up beneath them.

"Good boy!"

Of course the only thing I find while searching is another PbP where I was a cavalier and the same question came up. (Pain: Bregan and his mount in Raven's entangle).

I'd say GM discretion on this. For a fireball, it's likely both would need reflex saves, but for a pit trap you can argue it's always the mount that makes the save...

Glimmil Reflex (if needed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Ah, looks like it's moot.

"That was close Glim. We should find those guys, they're probably waking everybody else up."

Maybe just cut through the cords? No, probably blades attached to them or something.

Seeing the dog (and gnome) remain in saddle, Dyrant breathes easier again.

Twas St. Cuthbert that guided that paw.

"Harrumph! Let us move along. I lose patience with those in this place."

Dyrant looks at the floor.

Is there a way around it going this direction? How deep is it?

20 feet deep. No spikes or monsters.

But is there a way around it? Does it take up the whole floor? Ledges?

No ledge. And now that you're actively looking around, you'll notice there are some arrow slits on both sides of the hallway after the trap.

"It's nice to know we're welcome. Murder holes are a nice sign of hospitality. Perhaps we should just announce ourselves and attempt to parlay."

Dyrant grumbles.

"I don't think we can expect to get through this way," Dyrant says, looking down the pit. "I can get myself across, but I have too few angels to carry the lot of you. We should try another door."

Dyrant looks again to the swirling mist to the 'south' and then to the door to the 'north', AF21.

"Maybe that door," Dyrant points.

Dyrant will open the door (@AF21) a crack and look inside.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Perception

"Well those tricky cultists!"

I wonder if Garl approves of these kind of trappy tricks...

Glimmil and Cog backtrack with Dyrant to search for an easier means of entry into the cultist's caves.