Sivar will cast ironskin and then divine favour on himself
Checking out the cool rune on his fauchard he slices the air with it
"let's go stomp some bad." he starts heading further inside
Following preparations, you find yourselves in the previously mentioned scene of an empty reception and two corridors leading to the great hall, both locked.
Forcing the way into the main hall for Sivars part
It takes a bit to hack down the heavy metal lock on the door, but it eventually breaks under applied brute force.
The doors surprisingly make relatively little noise, a soft creaking. The hinges are apparently oiled frequent enough.
It's dark within, the only light coming from the lit fauchard, casting light on the benches ahead.
A few bodies hang slumped over them and on the floor.
The bodies turn out to be dwarven clergy, a few still clutching to warhammers, being near a corpse of some otherworldly beast. It looks like they managed to kill it, but were killed in turn by something.
A torch falls off the wall suddenly....
Sivar looks suddenly in the direction of the torch
Sivar notices the tip of something, a tail perhaps, disappear up ahead....
"I'm sorry my brothers.", Burdock laments with a silent weep. Noting impending danger, he casts a spell to boost the party's defenses versus the evil forces that likely lurk ahead.
"Let us end this before more lives are lost.", Burdock moving forward during his words.
"Umm a tail or something up ahead... Sivar lowers his fauchard ready to attack.
Elsa nods to Father Burdock. Indeed.
As the team cautiously moves towards the center of the room, they see a large statue of the Forge Father Torag. Its lower part has been somewhat damaged by traces of something dragging along its surface.
It is then, that the front benches are flipped onto their backs, and two large wurms show themselves, hungry for more denizens of Golarion.
Void wurms.
These oversized wurms are aberrations, their origins unknown, but some speculate they are not from this world, and are summoned to Golarion via dark means.
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Sivar
Father Burdock & Elsa
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Wurms
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Grint
Sivar moves and launches a powerful swing at the big worm
Burdock chants a prayer of Torag to empower the party!
He then moves to hold the line for Elsa, shield at the ready.
Elsa gathers power and unleashes a blast at a nearby creature
*1.5 =24
Sivar closes distance with the lower wurm. His fauchard comes down hard, yet the thick carapace of the wurm causes it to slide off.
He also notices its skin secreting an awful odor.
Elsa is having more luck, right after Father Burdock casts a blessing from the Forge Father himself, to cleanse his sacred hall of these abominations.
The wurm seems to resist some of the cold.
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Green wurm moves forward to near Father Burdock, toppling a brazier dish and a solid wooden bench as it goes.
The maw, filled with teeth of dubious hygiene, miss the stout dwarf.
Red wurm retaliates against Sivar.
The wurm bites SIvar's shoulder, pulling him closer towards it.
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Grint steps 5ft forward, then unloads a few arrows at the red wurm.
All shots miss, unfortunately.
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Sivar (grappled)
Father Burdock & Elsa
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Wurms
Red (-19)
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Grint
Sivar starts gagging at the smell and then cries out in pain at the bite
Burdock calls for Torag to release Siivar from his current bond!
The dwarf priest then follows up with a blessing of Torag that incites alacrity and fervor among the group.
A dwarf creates new life through art,
as a cook does with his meal
through the beating of the hammer
shaping crafted steel.
Sivar steps 5 ft away from the worm
He makes a fervorous second attack with Torags blessing
With Father Burdock's spell instantly releasing Sivar from the hold of the wurm, Sivar swings his fauchard at the beast, cutting a gash in its hide.
Elsa
Elsa joins Sivar's fight, as Father Burdock's defenses are a bit more solid. She steps 5ft back, and aims for the wurm.
The wurm gets a solid 36 to its body, of which it resists 5.
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Wurms
Green bites at Father Burdock.
,who places his shield between the many teeth and himself.
Red (-67) bites at Sivar.
Once more, the maw sinks its teeth firmly into Sivar's body, again grabbing him tightly.
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Grint fires off arrows at green.
From being unscathed, green suddenly is hurt for 56 dmg.
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Sivar (grappled)
Father Burdock & Elsa
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Wurms
Green (-56)
Red (-67)
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Grint
"Raaaarggggg..."
Sivar just attacks from his compromised position, sick of being grappled by the beast he just tries to kill it
Burdock shouts another command of freedom to Sivar as he takes his hammer to the wurm in front of him!
Elsa sends more empowered blasts at the enemy!
*1.5=31 cold damage
Thanks to some quick casting from Father Burdock, Sivar once again escapes from the maws of dark gobbling, this time gutting the wurm, as his fauchard cuts open a disgusting wound, from which blood and innards roll forth.
The wurm crashes down with a hard *THUD*.
Father Burdock's own atack doesn't connect thereafter, which is something Elsa compensates for, taking out the 2nd wurm with a blast to its face, sending the 2nd wurm to crash down upon the benchs, which crack and break under the heavy weighted impact.
Sivar gives a sigh of relief and then stops himself from collapsing he turns to father Burdock
"Thankyou father. .. that was timely."
He then casts sure serious wounds on himself
Burdock clutches his new holy symbol, remembering Torag's command once more.
"Aye, I could say the same thing about your swings.", the dwarf sighing at the damage caused. "Let's go in.", the forgemaster leading the way deeper into the church after patching Sivar's wounds.
Elsa nods to the Good Father and follows them into the room, ice falls from her fingertips.
Status
67/67 HP
AC 22 (10+3DEX+5Armor+4 Shield bonus)
Burn 6
(+2 attack +4 Damage to Blast)
Father Burdock recalls the supportive rooms to this church are to the south, and so the team heads there.
The heavy doors make a slight low creaking, as they are carefully opened partially, to check for hostiles. Father Burdock sees none, but he is looking into a hall with furniture, where meetings were usually held, with doors leading to the Archives, armory/smithy, sleeping quarters, and vault.
Elsa taps her foot impatiently, you people aren't expecting her to go first are you?
Sivar moves towards the door
"To the armory door, first. He may have fought towards better defensive point.", Burdock heading that direction.
Father Burdock carefully opens the armory/smithy, finding a rough 25ft by 30ft room. A brazier bowl still has a soft glowing fire, and the smithy furnace still glows with hot coals.
There are signs of fighting, as some bloodstains and a few broken hilts are at the scene.
Surprisingly, there are no bodies in sight.
Sivar will move further into the smithy looking around
Burdock looks around the room, somewhat confused.
Both Father Burdock and Sivar notice, when coming to the center of the room, something odd about a vent nearby up in the ceiling.
It's now more obvious why some of the present blood is more splatters than outright puddles or gashed.
Burdock ties a grappling hook to some rope and tries to pull the vent open.
Sivar pulls on the rope and gives it a mighty tug
Between the two men, the vent's frame gives way, falling onto the floor with a solid metal bang.
Red stains the entire top of it, as if something living was forcefully pulled through the frame and bled further upon it.
The disturbing part follows just seconds after. A mass of amorphous flesh goops down onto the floor. There are faint shapes of dwarven faces underneath the surface, expressions of anguish, yet only partially solid in structure.
Flesh blob.
A thing crafted through foul methods, these all consuming masses of flesh have been a design among cults to non Golarion entities.
They are capable of producing new ones, if they have eaten and digested enough victims.
The sight of it is hidious....
Flesh blob, round 1
Everyone
Flesh blob
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Sivar steps back if he needs to and brings the fauchard down on the beast
Sivar makes two swings at the fleshy mass, yet the flow and eb of its substance seems to anticipate his attacks.
Elsa, Father Burdock