Shifty PFS group Charlie (Inactive)

Game Master Nik B.

Chronicle sheets have been emailed out.

I have also re-attached the Ascendance Day boon, as apparently some people missed it/didn't get one when they came out and were eligible.

I keep forgetting to check enemies for spellbooks to learn new spells. Any chance Riverbane had a spellbook? I know it's too late for all that anyway.

Thanks again for running a fun game, Shifty.

Master of the Fallen Fortress

Tossing back cold ales and cheap coin, a bunch of Pathfinders await their meeting with Drandle Dreng in a low rent tavern in Absalom...

Check in open! Once we are all here I can crack on.

Feel free to tell huge stories and outright lies to each other in the interim

Charlie
Steven_Evil Hask Wartooth-Sorcerer
Sior Wyconda Sunaki - Samurai
caps Fingalad Eldahir - Archer Bard
PJP Inira McCullagh - Archer

Dot!

Sitting atop a rug, Wyconda watches the others as he waits. As each enters the room, he gets up to greet them with clasped arms and a welcoming clap on the shoulder. The most unusual thing about this man, for man he seems to be, is the dull green skin and the serpentine eyes which regard you. "I am sure you have heard a few of us vishkanya offering to aid the Society in their missions. Today, I shall be one such companion and will treat you as such in kind."

After greeting each Pathfinder, he returns to his spot on the rug and lowers himself into a lotus position to continue waiting.

Fingalad gratefully takes Wyconda's offered hand and returns a friendly smile. I am honored to have one such as yourself as a companion today. My name is Fingalad.

A half orc with mottled grey skin strides into the room. His face and arms are covered in what appear to be stylized burn scars in tribal patterns, interwoven with white tattoos that match.

He is less bulky than you would expect a half orc to be, being about the same musculature as an average human man. He wears a simple outfit made of leather, with multiple pouches on his belt and two bandoliers across his chest, in which are stores several vials of alchemist's fire, holy water, and some flasks of acid. He leans a simple wooden longspear against the wall and shakes the Vishkanya's hand.

I am Hask. I have never heard of your people, but I welcome you as my ally. May we be more powerful than our enemies this day.

It's apparent that his words are some sort of greeting from his homeland.

The elf receives the same handshake.
I am Hask. It is a pleasure to work alongside you in this mission. May we be more powerful than our enemies this day.

After he has greeted the two, he takes a spot in the corner, and a small ball of fire springs up in his hand, into which he stares, and toys with it, making it assume different shapes and colors.

Fingalad stands near the Vishyanka with a relaxed posture that exudes grace even as he remains motionless and straight with his hands resting at his sides. Although humans might call his frame slender at first glance, a second look reveals a taut arms and a firm chest resting on powerful legs.

--

He shakes the Half-Orc's hand and nods at his words. "Indeed."

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Pending Iniria

You are in Absalom, the mighty City at the Center of the World,

Like all the great Pathfinders before you, you have just spent many hard weeks training at the Grand Lodge and based on the fables, outrageous tales, and 'fishing stories' bandied around about the Absaloms surrounds you’ve always longed to explore one of the countless ruins of failed conquerors that litter the plains outside the city’s walls to see if any of those legends were true.

You’ve all heard rumours that one of the sealed siege castles has been laid open by a minor earthquake. Word on the street is that no one has yet entered the tower, which folks are calling the “Fallen Fortress.” What better way to start a life of excitement and adventure than by exploring its long-abandoned, dusty halls and perhaps claiming its ancient treasures? Surely this is the reason you were called away to meet with Drandle Dreng.

After a long wait, and falling hopes, Dreng finally arrives.

"One of your fellow Pathfinders, Balenar Forsend, a young and spiring bard decided to set out and build a legend around himself - wishing to be known for dash and derring do. He too heard about the tower and decided to go and get first bragging rights for exploring it. Now you will be exploring it to find what remains of him. Questions?"

"How long ago did he go missing?"

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Inira walks in, quiet and unassuming, and listens as Dreng explains the situation. She is a half-elf lass with long, red hair and bright green eyes.

"Loss of such an eager life saddens me."

Hask muses as much to himself as he answers Inira.
Hopefully he isn't dead. If he is only trapped, and we hurry, we may be able to help him.

"Let us hope that eager fire still burns in his veins."

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Before Dreng arrives, the vishkanya nods to his new companions. "I am called Wyconda. We will bring honor to the Society with our strength."

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After Dreng's introduction, Wyconda awaits answers before springing more questions on the Venture-Captain.
He who runs into darkness alone is blind, but he who runs out of darkness... hmmm, perhaps a greater threat?

"How long ago did he go missing?"

"Only two days ago, by our best reckoning. Bards are fickle and mercurial, it was assumed he was lost in the arms of some new amorous affection and just overdue, but then the real story emerged"

Dreng notes your concerns and seems comforted by the party positivity.

"Then we should make haste. Does anyone need any supplies before we go? I can think of a few items. Let's go quickly and regroup, and head out."

Inira will purchase 2 vials of acid, 2 alchemist's fire, and an everburning torch. Total: 170 GP.

Allowing shopping and refurb of gear. Any last prep? The Journey is about a days leisurely stroll

Fingalad nods at Inira. "Indeed. Haste is in order. I am ready now."

no purchases here. I think I'm more or less broke.

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I am ready to set off. I shall wait here for anyone who needs to resupply.

When the group is ready to leave, Hask stands with the rest and offers a small, toothy smile.
We should be wary. If one Pathfinder has fallen victim to this place then we already know it's dangerous.

"Indeed. With preparation and greater numbers on our side, we will prevail where one has tried."

With a quick check of his katana, Wyconda signals readiness to set out.

0 xp character, no dosh left, hahaha.

Same here. This is a brand new character. Haha. I might hit him with the credit from WBG2 later. We'll see.

Fingalad has 1 XP but he dumped all his treasure into a MWK +2 Str Comp. Longbow. :p

Same here. This is a brand new character. Haha. I might hit him with the credit from WBG2 later. We'll see.

I was going to do the same damned thing! Hahaha

I'm torn between giving it to this guy and giving it to a halfling warpriest I just made for a Wounded Wisp game. Too bad there aren't any people running a second game of WBG, haha.

The ruined siege castle now being called the Fallen Fortress rises out of the churned earth of the Cairnlands. No doors or windows mar the otherwise smooth expanse of the tower’s walls.

The tower is quatrefoil in plan; its eastern wing has largely collapsed, exposing the interior floors to the open air. Only the topmost level seems whole, though its eastern portion hangs precariously over the mountain of rubble left by the collapse.

At ground level, the rubble frames a gaping hole in the side of the building that provides access to the tower’s darkened interior.

Watching the tower a while, you see a couple of large feral looking dogs picking around the base...

Do you have a general marching order before I dump you on a map? :)

Fingalad should probably be in the middle or back.

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Inira doesn't need to be front line, but having a high perception probably will help.

Hask has excellent HP and perception, but a terrible AC. Middle is best for him.

I'll be the tank... famous last words, eh?

As they near the structure, Wyconda takes his katana and runs his tongue along the blade. His saliva runs thick over the edge and dries in the wind.

Swift action: Applying venom to the blade. Because why not?

The party presses forward to the waiting tower, the dogs await their arrival...

R1
Wyconda
Inira
Fingalad
ENEMY
Hask

"Anyone good with animals? I hate to put them down, but if I must, I would rather do it from a distance... they look vicious."

"I have no skill with animals." Fingalad draws his bow and nocks an arrow. "I agree that killing them from a few hundred feet away will be safer and less unpleasant. I doubt we could run them off."

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Hask draws his crossbow.
Poor things. But they stand between us and rescuing an ally. They must be dealt with.

He loads a bolt as he speaks.

Wyconda steps forward and readies his blade against the first enemy to come adjacent to him.

Fingalad moves to the right and draws an arrow back. It begins to glow, and then he releases it at the rightmost dog.

Longbow, attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Longbow, confirm crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Longbow, damage, Arcane Strike: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8
Longbow, crit damage, Arcane Strike: 2d8 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 7) + 4 + 2 = 17

Inira taking offensive action or just chilling to see what happens?

Fingalads arrow streaks across the distance and squarely strikes a hound, putting it down silently.

Since Fingalad already started... :)

Inira takes aim and fires off a flurry of arrows at the leftmost dog.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Another dog wears a hit, and the last dog rushes at Wyconda - only to die on his readied blade.

The injured dog notes its two dead packmates and heads away quickly.

Silence, other than the normal sounds of the Cairnlands, once again descends.

Ahead of you the tower awaits. A brief peruse past the opening reveals that the northern wing of the tower seems to have escaped the worst effects of the collapse, but rubble still litters the floor and everything is covered in a thick layer of stone dust.

Thick cobwebs cloak the ceiling and hang down the walls like gossamer tapestries. A single archway stands open in the southwest wall.

Fingalad murmurs a spell and Wyconda's armor begins shedding light like a torch. Fingalad looks around the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

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Hask stands just inside the room, his long spear held ready.
Keep your eyes open. Something could be waiting for us to all get inside that room, and then block us in.

He looks around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Fingalad SWEARS he saw something black and chitinous moving in there!

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Wyconda looks about as he steps toward the remains of the fortress, but the sudden light from his armour makes his eyes wince before adjusting. It is just enough for him to miss something otherwise obvious in the dim light.

"A spider! Or... something like it." can Fingalad see where this "chitinous" creature is to shoot it?

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I1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Inira and Fingalad have a moment to respond!

Surprise
Fingalad
Inira

R1
Fingalad
Inira
Spider
Hask
Wyconda

Fingalad raises his bow and releases a faintly glowing arrow in the blink of an eye.

swift action to activate Arcane Strike for +1 damage
Longbow, Attack, point blank shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Longbow, damage, point blank shot, Arcane Strike: 1d8 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 6

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The arrow strikes true, but is not fatal!

Inira tries to follow with her own arrow.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Inira doesn't manage to land the shot.

R1
Fingalad
Inira
Spider
Hask
Wyconda