The Overlfow Archives (Inactive)

Game Master Baerlie

Ticlo positions himself at the northeast door. "If someone gives me a light, I'll go in." He pulls out a potion of enlarge person in one hand, just in case.

"May the light of battle, Gorum, ...something, something... and see!" Raul declares as he slaps Ticlo on the back. The man's jacket is suddenly illuminated with a radiant glow.
Light

After Raul casted light on Ticlo's jacket Ticlo steps into the room. The water’s surface is carpeted with maps made of silk, vellum, birch bark, and sundry other materials.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Ticlo wades out into the water to fetch the map and bookmark.

Assuming nothing jumps out at him...

The past tense of "cast" is in fact "cast." :)

I automatically succeed at the Knowledge check.

"Hey, look! Creative geography!" Sihir takes a closer look at the map. "[b]Very creative, in fact...."

I read the map-scroll's magic, and....

Spellcraft check on bookmark: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Take 10 Perception: 10 + 6 = 16

Antonella wades through the water to check the map out from over the Wayang’s shoulder. “Tian Xia smashed into the side of Avistan …”

“Is it a glimpse into Golarion’s distant past, when dinosaurs supposedly ruled the planet? Someone's fantasy or vision of the future??” She *shrugs* “I’m not sure what to make of it.”

“Does the bookmark contain another poem fragment, Sihir?”

"And where is Mr. Foxsune? Come Whiskers, we still need to find him as part of our deal ."

The bookmark is magic, it's a bookmark of deception. The map-scroll is a scroll of dimension door.

assuming you take the other door on this side of the archives
The door to the next room is also open. This chamber mostly contains volumes of obscure and tedious genealogy.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Abraxi reaches down and picks up a scrap of parchment, and peers at it. "I think this is another piece of the poem." He says, holding it out.

Looking toward the north, he says. "There appears to be a sphere of darkness over there. Let me try to look into it." Is it normal darkness or deeper?

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Antonella accepts the offered poem fragment into both hands and reads the clue aloud to the others.

"There appears to be a sphere of darkness over there."

“Oh, yeah? I don’t see it.” However, she doesn’t doubt the tiefling’s senses and ponders what the dark sphere could mean.

“Could it be hiding something, perhaps?”

The paladin suddenly *snaps* her fingers. Wearing a knowing smile she says, “Be mindful of nasties, Good Abraxi. I wouldn’t touch a book Zarta Dralneen wanted with a 10’ pole. Who knows what you might catch?”

I think it's normal darkness, one step darker than the surrounding light. "a permanent darkness effect emanating from it (15-foot
diameter, CL 10th)" is written in the scenario text

Raul stands proudly in the chest-deep water, seemingly almost unaware of it.
"Where are we in the poem so far? Any idea where this fox is hiding?"

Abraxi holds up a hand and sticks his head into the darkness sphere.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

That's a good way to lose a face.

Abraxi sticks his head into the darkness sphere. Inside he sees a heavy codex bound with cured dwarf skin. The Darklands Precepts is written on it in big letters. The book is a guide to proper forms of address and correspondence among drow noble families, with shorter chapters regarding drow demonology rituals and other, equally dangerous rites. The tome is written in Undercommon.

Abraxi glances over his shoulder then slowly moves closer to the tome, checking for traps along the way.

Perception T20: 20 + 7 = 27

If it seems safe, Abraxi will retrieve to tome and slide it into his pack.

Sihir holds on to the bookmark and scroll.

"I believe I've heard of these," Sihir says, scrutinizing the bookmark. "They're meant to disguise books as...some less interesting book." Curious, Sihir puts the bookmark in his spellbook long enough to see what less interesting book it will be disguised as.

After that, he looks over the new poem fragment. "You know," he says, smiling gently at the new fragment's contents, "who says there has to be any 'deeper' meaning to this poem? Perhaps what you see is what you get. You might be surprised how much less powerful magic such as mine would be if only more people were willing to consider this."

Sihir's spellbook becomes a book about the shoe fashion in Taldor in the 3500s.

“I note your spellbook appears to be a shoe catalogue, Sihir.”

"You might be surprised how much less powerful magic such as mine would be if only more people were willing to consider this."

“Your words have wisdom.” The illusionist speaks of a topic at the heart of Antonella’s faith. “The Iro-shu teaches the physical world is an illusion. To reject this world and seek enlightenment does indeed require a strong will – though I believe everyone has the potential.”

“What new clues does the poem fragment reveal, Sihir?”

"Interesting book tricks. Although can we use them to find our missing fox? I worry the water creature will forget our deal with the contract."

Sihir's expression is face is devoid of expression for several seconds. "I am suggesting," He says carefully, "that perhaps there aren't really any 'clues' in this poem. Why must everything have some deeper meaning???" One gets the sense that he is expressing an old "pet peeve" as much as anything else.

He removes the bookmark from his spellbook, then looks around the room to re-orient himself.

aiding someone else's next Perception check (can I do that?): 1d20 ⇒ 16

“I confess I am beginning to hope she does just that, Wembly.”

In two minds, Antonella bites down gently on the inside of her left cheek. “I am beginning to wonder whether a creature as entertaining as our kitsune deserves to be caged – especially IF he serves the Great Dreamer.”

She holds up a hand. “But never fear, I shall abide by my lawful duty, as a Paladin and Pathfinder. After all I can hardly pass judgement on a creature I have yet to meet.”

Antonella turns to face the west wing. “What say we remedy that situation with a short journey a-duskward? I remain very interested in learning our quarry's name.”

Take 10 Perception: 10 + 6 = 16

"Yes, we still have areas to search to the west. Let's look there and see what additional clues we can find before we beat our heads against the wall puzzling over half a riddle."

You move to the other side of the archives, the hallways on this side look pretty much like a copy of the other side, except the two doors. They are closed. At the north door you find another fragment of the scroll pinned with a dagger.

Gormandelle, the lady gorger
Dined on beans and bones and ordure,
Lost her teeth so took her daughters’,
Then went wading to make water.
When Sir Crocodile attacked,
Used his teeth to bite him back.

north or south part?

Any chance of knowing who this Gormandelle is, and which faculty would we be using to determine that if so?

Sihir thinks that the name Gormandelle sounds 'feyish'.

Antonella turns up her nose. “‘Then went wading to make water’ is just disgusting.”

“Hmm … has anyone noticed that the first letter of each poem fragment has been emphasised? C – A – U – G … I wonder what the next letter might be?”

The monk brings herself back to the present choice the party faces. “North or South door, brothers? A fight may await us behind both.”

1d2 ⇒ 1

“North?”

"Maybe the letters are in a different order. Um... 'aguc'... 'cagu'... 'gua-' 'guacamole'! Wait, no, that's probably not right..."

"Also, by the sound of that poem, I wager the northern door leads to a bathroom. Anyone need to go before we go?"

Abraxi grins slightly despite himself and follows to the north.

Wembly seems embarrassed by the line of reasoning and hopes the fox is more clever than crude.

"The theory on the letters is interesting, Antonella. I had not noticed until you pointed it out. Lets try north. ."

"I prefer to avoid spelling. Let's go north!" Raul agrees, partially convinced it is his own original idea.

"Raul, try not to be so exuberant when you're doing your business. Remember, a clean bathroom is a happy bathroom."

The door to norhtern chamber is closed. Although somebody disabled the lock, the door can't be opened easily. DC15 Strength to force it open

"Oh, I think someone's in there already..."

"Hello! Is anyone in there? There's a line forming out here!"

"Maybe it's flooded."
Raul examines the door for signs that opening it would kill everyone.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Raul's assumption is correct, it's flooded on both sides, but opening it would not kill somebody.

"I'll get it."
Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"...I'll get it."
Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Abraxi braces himself, waiting for the flood of water.

Wembly prepares to see what the door hides as well.

"I think we must be getting close, eh Whiskers?"

Take 10 Climb: 10 = 10

Antonella climbs out of the flood-water and sits on the edge of a bookshelf beside the gnome. “It will be interesting to see if the next stanza begins with an ‘H’ or ‘T,’ Wembly. Otherwise my theory might get … blown out of the water.”

The philosopher-priest *rolls* her eyes at Ticlo’s antics. The one thing that transcends race, language and creed ISN'T love, faith or hope – it’s bathroom humor.

Raul opens the door and a flood of water comes out. It's not enough to knock anybody off your feet. The rush of escaping water reduces this area to a shallow bog.

A thin waterfall drops from a grate in the ceiling fifteen feet above, creating a curtain in the doorway to this flooded room. Beyond, mounted animal heads glower from virtually every inch of every wall. Stuffed specimens also lurk beneath the dark water, their antlers, horns, and claws breaking the surface here and there. In the eastern corner, a large gilded cage sits mostly submerged, its waters thick with embalmed birds bobbing at the surface. There are no shelves in this room.

Four more creatures are in this room and they approach you to take out your teeth. "Many white teeth for us. Look, daughters!" one of creatures says. She's perches on a stuffed gorgon’s head mounted near the ceiling and she crams her mouth full of mismatched teeth.

Round 1
Ticlo
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Daughter yellow
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Wembley
Raul
Sihir
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Daughter green
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Abraxi
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Daughter blue
Mother red
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Antonella

The mother is small, but her three daughters are diminutive. The mother sits on the head near the ceiling, the daughters are flying.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

So it's a shallow bog inside the room, and a deep bog outside where we are?

"They seem to have a prisoner. Be careful."

Ticlo trudges through the water, drawing his polearm as he goes.

Double move, raging. Threatening at 10 feet now. Dropping the potion I was carrying, but I'll grab it after combat is over.

I have a pretty good idea about what these are, but just to cover my bases a little...

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

Sihir identifies the Mother as a bog nixie, a fey. Her three daughters are tooth fairies.

Yes, shallow, but getting deeper as the water flows in from the door (which would stop when the door is closed), threatening the guy in the cage to drown.

Ticlo moves into the room, he's getting aggressive. One of the daughters attacks him right away. Aoo for Ticlo
Bite vs. Ticlo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Round 1
Ticlo
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Daughter yellow
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Wembley
Raul
Sihir
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Daughter green
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Abraxi
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Daughter blue
Mother red
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Antonella

Wembly casts haste on Ticlo, antonella, abraxi, raul

"crazy fey. You cannot trust these ."

Sihir gets on the railing of the stairway and prepares to cast a spell. If only that third one were a bit closer....

I ready an action to cast color spray (DC 20) as soon as Daughter Green comes in range, which will enable me to cleanly spray all three of them from where I am.

Remarkably, that attack missed, if only by 3.

AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
"I will save this toothless fellow!" Raul cries as he splashes water in a wide arc, cutting the water with his magical haste.
I assume I provoke