Moving forward, Sylvia quickly thrust her blade at the spirit, hoping to score a good hit.
1 minute, actual +1 enhancement bonus to a weapon (+1 attack and damage or just +1 damage if weapon is masterwork)
The ghost is harmed by the volley of attacks it lets out a terrifying wail. Everyone must make a dc 18 will save or be frightened (you flee at top speed for 1d4 rounds).
The paladins aura of courage gives you +4 on the save.
Your go again.
Jayla is unfazed and simply notches another arrow.
Shaking off the strange feeling trying to dig into her mind, Sylvia once more lashed out with her gladius, hoping to end this poor spirit's torment.
Xaikon cringes at the wail but the sound blocks out the her mind and refocuses taking aim with the coated arrows at the wraith.
Val forgot the +4 from aura of courage and would make the save so she can attack.
Ghost has ac 17 and 15 hp left.
The ghost will use touch of corruption on the paladin captain.
Everyone else can post as well. Actually Kavaki was a round behind I see you can actually post for round 3 as well.
Thrusting her weapon once again, Sylvia was pleased to see it strike, even if just a small scratch.
Xaikon takes am with her bow once more.
"Why aren't you dead already..."
"Properly departed...you mean?"
Jayla's attack?
Kavaki can post again.
Ghost has Ac 17 5hp left.
"Technically, he is dead, luv," Sylvia said with a smirk to Valeria. "You know, what with being a ghost and all."
"The deed is done. He will likely eventually reform but this should calm him down until something stirs him up again. We will abandon this outpost and make for Torch. It is not safe to linger here any longer. I thank you for your aid, I could not have succeeded without you. You can keep whatever items you did not use and takes these extra potions as a reward."
says the paladin captain handing each of you a cure moderate wounds potion.
Before he leaves he expends two of his lay on hands on Val.
Him and his acolytes going abandoning this outpost.
"Thank you for the gifts, Captain," Sylvia said as she stowed the potion into her bag. "I appreciate you allowing me to join you on your endeavors, but, if they're willing, I'd like to travel with our new companions. There's so much here I want to see and explore, and it'll be easier traveling with adventurers like them."
"Thanks for the healing, Captain."
Xaikon breathes a sigh of relief when the wraith vanishes, "Thank goodness it is no more."
"Captain, Thank you for the potions. May you have safe journey to Torch."
"The apparition would manifest again?
Then why not just abandon this place to start with?"
"I hope it does not come back, it was a pain to kill."
"The spirit was always peaceful unless provoked. We had hoped to help him move on but he claims he wont rest unless his beloved or former mentor forgive him and they are both long dead."
"...there is no way to fool the apparition?"
"...It may be possible we had not considered it"
"There are magics of figments, are there not?
Do you know of one such practitioner? Have its creation tell to the ghost that he is wanted at.....wherever ghosts go if business is concluded."
"I never thought about doing something like that," Sylvia said thoughtfully. Her hand rubbing her chin, she continued, "Would something like that work? After all, if he spent this long waiting for his love, a random spell to imitate her doesn't sound like it would fool him."
"She might not have been in opportunity to do so.
The living face trials, why would the dead not?"
"We should see if we can find a few things that we are lookins for here?"
"Ok."
"Wow! Wonder if that would really work."
She begins looking around trying to find something useful.
"So what were you all doing here?" Sylvia asked as they all started looking for something to help the ghost pass on. "How much technology have you found here? That's what I'm really interested in. There's just so much here to discover!"
OK well are you going to wait for the ghost to return to attempt to trick it or move on to scrapwall?
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Jayla figures the captain would have mentioned, if he knew someone capable of proper illusion magics. And so..
"I propose we head for Scrapwall. Lingering here would be a waste of time, given current circumstances."
You decide to travel to scrapwall together as there is great potential for profit and discovery there but since it is such a dangerous place there is safety in numbers.
Scrapwall is an intimidating sight. Towers of rusted iron and hills of rubble and ruin, long ago divested of anything of remote value by tech-hungry scavengers, loom from the dusty surrounding plains. Immense lengths of chain, coils of jagged wire, giant clockwork gears, and old corrugated metal cargo containers riddled with gashes, bullet holes, and the telltale pockmarks of laser fire are piled high, forming a jagged and intimidating hill-like wall surrounding the interior. Scrapwall is 3 miles across at its widest point, and the walls of junk enclosing its interior are an average of 30 feet high. These walls are not vertical and can be scaled, but the rubble shifts dangerously at times. A successful DC 15 Climb check is needed to ascend these walls, but each round spent climbing there’s a chance that the rubble shifts which could cause injury. The walls are open in only one place at the southernmost section, and this entrance is blocked by a gatehouse and guarded by men who carry rifles.
DC 10 Scrapwall is a vast sprawl of junk and refuse, long
picked clean of most useful bits of salvage and
now home to outcasts and exiles.
DC 15 Residents of Scrapwall can earn a place in one
of the region’s many gangs by proving their
bravery, ruthlessness, and audacity, qualities
known collectively by locals as one’s “scrapworth.”
The higher your scrap-worth, the more
respect you’re afforded, and the less likely you
are to be bullied by any of Scrapwall’s more
powerful denizens.
DC 20 The current gangs of note within Scrapwall, in
ascending order of power, are the Steel Hawks,
Redtooth’s Raiders, the Smilers, and the Lords
of Rust. Another group, the Thralls of Hellion,
seems to have recently been disbanded. Loners of
significant power are believed to dwell within
Scrapwall as well, including a mysterious
worshiper of Brigh, a powerful mutated
manticore, and an unknown number of undead
spirits that haunt the region’s easternmost
reaches, but most of those living in Scrapwall
are riffraff and lowlifes known collectively as
Scrappers—exiles and vagabonds who pay
tribute to one of the region’s gangs for protection
but have no affiliation of their own.
DC 25 The Lords of Rust now rule Scrapwall, and
they are in turn ruled by an unknown force called
Hellion that claims to be a god. The Lords of
Rust’s headquarters is located at the center of
the junkyard, at a large structure known as the
Scrapmaster’s Arena, but there are rumors that
the bulk of this gang’s hideout is underground
Upon seeing Scrapwall for the first time, Xaikon takes to flight, flying high in the air to see for threats and when closer to Scrapwall itself she looks inside to see what she can see.
Jayla looks at their surroundings as they walk in.
One can never be too careful.
Jayla shares the information in the spoilers.
Listening in on merchants and travelers alike gets you some interesting info.