The Righteous Shall Rise...

Game Master verdigris

Round: 3, Initiative: 11

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Cole winces at the damage Jurin is taking, and hopes to do his part in slowing the bleed.

Bow (magic, cold iron): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13 (point blank, bolstering)
damage: 1d8 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 = 12 (point blank)

Bow (magic, cold iron): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 = 31 (point blank, bolstering)
damage: 1d8 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 = 10 (point blank)

Bow (magic, cold iron): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14 (point blank, bolstering)
damage: 1d8 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 = 12 (point blank)

Alas, his first and third arrows fly wide of the mark, though he hopes he planted at least a little damage with his second shot.

Round 3, Init 16

Eli leans down to look more closely at the winged creature. And what kind of blasphemy are you, I wonder?

Knowledge(Planes) Check v DC 21: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

The old man's eyes start to burn as sweat courses through the wrinkles of his forehead. No matter. We're here to see you erased from the halls of this chapel grounds.

+1 Cold Iron Lucerne Hammer, Mythic Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 - 1 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 + 2 - 1 - 1 = 15 for 3d6 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4, 3) + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 = 24 damage

Cole steps up and fires, though only one of his arrows finds purchase. Perhaps the lack of sound is throwing him off. Eli tries to finish the leering creature, but misses.

Serra and Jurin are up!

Round 4

Serraling attempts to joggle the demon's arms, allowing Jurin a clean strike.

1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 4 = 14 Aid Jurin vs. DC 10

Serraling 5' steps back after joggling.

It kept smiling at him. He beat at the head with his eyes closed, unable to bear the sight of the horror, but it moved her. Her body jerked, repositioned on the floor below him, and he couldn't keep track of it. He needed to open his eyes, and when he did, she was grinning up at him. It made sure to keep her face in his line-of-sight the whole time. If he was going to see it through, it would make him face her, make him watch each blow to its end.

The cheekbone was imploded, but the characteristic of the smile was still there. Several strikes with the bedwarmer later, and the jaw hung listlessly. At least one eye was no longer looking up at him, as it hung down her temple. As much as he smashed, the smile never left. Even as he dragged her body outside to the pyre...

They smile at us, knowing it unhinges us in the perversion... They smile at us, because we can not return the expression... because we have lost our reasons to smile...

Blur High Good: 1d100 ⇒ 75
Blur High Good: 1d100 ⇒ 13

Jurin takes several grievous cuts before attempting to dish out one of his own.

мировник Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21+2 from Serra
Damage: 1d6 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Forgot my evil last turn!

After his slash the cook steps back, hoping to lure the creature forward.

With Serra's help, the quartermaster is able to drop the creature before it can finish whatever nefarious plans he had came to fruition.

and, you are out of initiative.

Cole collects his misses, discards the broken, and replaces the rest. He silently gestures to the northern door as he steps into position.

Shall we?, he suggests silently.

Serraling pokes around the body of dead half-human while Ely/Cole sees to healing Jurin. He peeks around, looking for Kastor, hoping his squire is staying safe while learning about knighthood.

When Jurin is healed, Serraling will open the north door, allowing Ely and Jurin to go in.

The northern door proves to be problematic, or at least locked. The wood appears to still be in decent condition, and the lock decently crafted.

Also, please write out all of the healing so we can keep track of time for those spell durations that may be expiring at some point.

Serra will lead the team to try the door on the east side. If that, too, is locked, Serraling will encourage Ely to open/smash it.

per discussion with Serra, he spends only a few seconds going through the dead guys' pockets.

Serra finds on the dead demi-demon, a wand (DC 14), 3 vials of some nasty looking liquid. he is wearing, a very nice breastplate (pings) and wielding a very nice battle aspergillum (pings), a vile looking holy symbol. some powdered silver, and a key.

As soon as Serra notes the locked door, Cole goes to work on it (likely while Jurin is healing?).
Pick Lock, r1: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 2 = 26 (MW tools)
Pick Lock, r2: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 2 = 26 (MW tools)
Pick Lock, r3: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 14 + 2 = 35 (MW tools)

Jurin waits while Eli wands his wounds close, blood dripping from tooth and claw marks.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

16 charges left on the wand.

Cole opens the lock on the first try. The mostly barren room behind the door has two sets of shackles anchored within a nook along the eastern wall.

Eli makes sure to look closely at the wounds Jurin has suffered, taking in the work of demons and committing it to memory. Tucking away the wand, he waits to understand if the group is moving in the direction of the unlocked room. Once it's apparent there is no living threat, he turns back to the courtyard, and the unopened door to the room likely adjacent to the chapel.

When the door is opened, he will follow others in to look around.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 Percpetion

While waiting for Cole to pick the lock, Serraling focuses his attention on the wand and what it might be.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27 Spellcraft

When that room is safe, he will go scout the Nabasu demon room.

The room reeks of fear and desperation, though there are currently no prisoners held in the manacles.

The scuffing of feet on tile and the soft sigh of breathing punctuate their progress out of the defiled mediation chamber as the group continues to explore the rest of the ruins. In each place, demonic graffiti and destruction overlay what was once a proud homage to Iomedae.

Eli opens another door, another horror show waiting within. The ripe stench of decay chokes the air of this room, emanating from the bodies of two deceased soldiers hanging from the rafters. Various cabinets and tables stand around a fireplace in the south wall, and doors lead east, west, and north.

Cole moves to the remaining door, leaving room for Eli, and gestures.

Are we still in silence?

Glad of Cole's entrance into the slaughterhouse, Eli crosses to the unopened door, and drags it open, hoping targets will be clear enough for Cole's arrows. He nods silently, not terribly concerned about conversation at the moment. There will be time for that once the chapel grounds have grown quiet of demon shriek.

Jurin eyes the corpses warily.

"Could be a trap, or whatever was eating them is waiting for us."

His hand tightens on the hilt of his scimitar.

Serraling nods, ready for the door to be opened.

The silence is only in the meditation chamber where you first encountered it. It is a permanent effect.

The last door is opened (though I am uncertain by whom) revealing the last room. Three stone tables stand in this room, and their wooden benches lie broken and half-rotten around them. Leather straps with restraints stretch across their surface, buckled tightly in place. Nearby, a knotted rope descends through a tiny hole in the ceiling.

"Let me get the door," Serraling lurches forward on his two incongruous feets, opening the doors for the other heroes of Kenebres.

"Careful now," Serraling hisses between his tiefling lips. "I suspect their leader lies within...the one that the gargolyes told us about."

Serra opens the door, but finds no one inside. After a long moment, it occurs to him that perhaps the demi-demon *was* their leader.

Eli looks about, gaining assurance that they've routed the main contingent of demons, at least for what his eyes tell him. The relative intimacy of sixty feet lends him a false confidence.

"You have no idea, my little Zakuska!"

The words keep Eli a little on edge, so he looks to his colleagues for signs of distress or distraction.

"Well, we have an army below, and desecration above. Do we have the time to cleanse this way station before we return to our march?" He looks to Cole questioningly. Both for Beagan's sake, and Mother's. They would not approve of our negligence, should we leave this blasphemy behind.

Cole's tension eases a bit, and he puts away his bow.

"I expect there will be desecration everywhere we go. What did you have in mind for purification here?"

"We should at least search the place carefully, just to make sure the original residents didn't hide something of value that we might use - food, water, whatever."

Cole will search every chamber (take-10 = 21 perception). He'll take-20 where there are things of interest, like the rope - which he does not pull, assuming it leads to something loud like bells. No sense in attracting attention.

In the chapel, now that he is not in the fire of battle, Cole notices something odd about the altar, beyond the graffiti and blood. An old scratch on the floor, no more than that, and aged now so it seems almost a part of the floor, but it appears that a push in the right area, might slide it over.

In the winged man's room, they find a strongbox, containing 383 cp, 710 sp, 3,827 gp, four gems, three white with a iridescent fire in their depths, one long and hexagonal, in a deep green color, a gold holy symbol that looks like an angel with a rising sun behind her. There is also a knight’s pennon, a chain shirt, and a dagger, of of which detect as magical.

What is the verdict on the cleaning?

Serra looks around the chapel, trying to figure things out. He tromps to and fro, looking for remnants of evil. He makes sure that Kastor is nearby, and the knight explains to his squire what the chapel should be, was, and will be again.

"You see, Kastor. This was once a place of splendor and godd. Knights built this, Kastor. Knights and priests. This is what knights can do, Kastor. And we shall make it so again."

Eventually, he will circle back to the hybrid nabasu to do a thorough search of its gear. Calling upon his knowledge of magic and examine the leader's stuff.

Take 10 Spellcraft: 23. 3 vials, breastplate, aspergillum.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19 Know (Rel) on unholy symbol.

He will then look for a place for which to put the key into.

Eli secures the soldier corpses from the rafters, using what little time he has with his heightened stature and increased strength. He moves furniture about to more proper positions, then brings the bodies into the chapel.

Sensing the ugliness runs deeper here in the desecrated chapel, Eli begins to hum a familiar song, a song his mother would sing in the kitchen and on her way to the Temple of Sarenrae in Greengold.

Inspired Spell, Consecrate (3/4)

He turns to look at the others, and what they might be doing to forward the cleansing. When he observes them looting instead, he continues to work until interrupted. Cast Mending where applicable, given whatever time the group decides it's willing to invest...

Cole shifts the stonework and removes the contents. Once Serra has confirmed their contents, he turns to Jurin.

"Jurin, you're flying a for a bit right? Fly down and let the troops know we'll be along in a couple hours and that all is well. Here take these and see they're distributed. Then feel free to return and help if you like." he hands him the potions of cure light wounds.

Cole then puts his back into the work of cleansing the place for a while. "Remember, we don't have a lot of time, so just focus on the horrendous bits."

Assuming the little stronghold has a graveyard, he works to inter the bodies. If it has no graveyard, he starts one.

Serra recognizes the holy symbol as that of Saranrae. The green gem is worth appx 500gp, the white ones, 100gp a piece. The breastplate and aspergillum are both +1 items, the vials are full of unholy water, apparently for the aspergillum.

Jurin takes the potions and nods to Cole, moving to the soldiers down below.

The sweat somehow smells different. He watches it drip from his nose, as he labors in cleaning and moving. The activity is deliciously mundane, and it sets loving blinders on the old man, who focuses not on the blood and blasphemy, but on the tiring motion of his arms and legs at work. And from that work, sweat.

Not the acrid smell of copper mixed with sweat, of the pores dilating with the heart's own rally, and the flush of the skin keeping the blood just beneath the surface. The smell of fervor, and of fear when the fervor wanes.

No, this is the smell of salt and dust. The pores open to let forth the cooling damp, after the work brings the body to its own boil. He remembers that smell, not on himself, but on her. He remembers only how she patted his forehead, and wrinkled her nose when he tried to embrace her in his sweaty state.

His eyes close as his arms continue to scrub. He lets the sweat trickle into his eyes, eyes that tear and redden from the memories. Only after he's felt their sting does he raise a sleeve to wipe it away.

...

As time passes, Eli looks around for Cole, trying to judge the passing of the day. "Cole, if you believe we only have a couple of hours, do you think we would accomplish more by summoning the rank and file to assist us? We are only five, after all."

Ooops, a few missed things... Serra recognizes the holy symbol as one venerating Saranrae.

As the others work on various places, something unseen cleans the lower half of the wall, slowly cleaning from the floor to three feet up, in slow deliberate circles.

"Kastor, be a good lad while you're working and polish this breastplate and aspergillum," Serra asks, knowing that a way to train a young knight to handle weapons is a lot of cleaning and maintaining them.

"Ely, there is a nice strong breastplate here if you wish it. And the aspergillum could as easily hold holy water as not if you'd wish to use it."

Serra helps clean while he has time, sweating through and around his armor but still doing his share of work.

As time passes, Eli looks around for Cole, trying to judge the passing of the day. "Cole, if you believe we only have a couple of hours, do you think we would accomplish more by summoning the rank and file to assist us? We are only five, after all."

Cole thinks a little while, not responding to Eli right away. Eventually, "I don't know Eli. The troops have their own tasks, and we want to leave as early as we can to push on down the road. We are sacrificing sleep time and more to clean this chapel - and a worthy task it is - but I'm uneasy bringing the troops up here to help."

"I don't want them to lose their fighting edge, even a little, with this work. Frankly, I suspect as soon as we leave the demons of this region will re-desecrate what we've done anyway. We must bring the fight to them, and remember we're in their territory now. Things have changed."

He scrubs a little harder, pushing his own tired muscles a little further doing what he clearly feels is going to be reversed a short time after he's done. He smiles at the enormity of their task and works harder.

""Ely, there is a nice strong breastplate here if you wish it. And the aspergillum could as easily hold holy water as not if you'd wish to use it."

Eli looks up briefly from his cleaning to regard Serra's assessments. "Those items are quite nice, but I'm sure we'll find someone below who will make better use of them." Something catches his attention out of the corner of his eye, along the wall, lazy circles wiping grime away. He studies it briefly, then returns to his own cleaning.

"I don't know Eli. The troops have their own tasks, and we want to leave as early as we can to push on down the road. We are sacrificing sleep time and more to clean this chapel - and a worthy task it is - but I'm uneasy bringing the troops up here to help."

"I don't want them to lose their fighting edge, even a little, with this work. Frankly, I suspect as soon as we leave the demons of this region will re-desecrate what we've done anyway. We must bring the fight to them, and remember we're in their territory now. Things have changed."

Eli wipes his brow, and continues scrubbing the floor of congealed blood and flesh. "Ah, see, that's where I think you could sharpen their edges. Show them this, and rile their blood. Certainly they are well aware, as am I, that we are in demon territory." The old man flicks his beard, releasing a light trickle of sweat.

"Do not be worried about re-desecration, Cole. That sounds tinged with defeat. We clean this building to honor the gods, to let them know that we see the filth, and do not tolerate it. We are bound for greater attentions ahead, I agree, but this place will know our presence, if only for a moment in time. The work you do here is good. Your attentions here garnered a cache of healing the likes I've never seen. That must tell you something. I know it tells me something."

Cole nods to Eli and seems to think a moment, but perhaps it was just a break for breath.

He continues to work, wondering if Jurin is going to return or if there is something going on with the troops.

Serra packs the armor, then gets back to work cleaning. He helps Kastor when the boy needs it, but mostly does what he can in the chapel.

A not-so-subtle twinge hits him in the back, as he continues to lean over and work the stone free of its splatter.

What must this look like to the Goddess? Stone, dirt, blood, flesh. Nothing that would ever touch Her physically, and yet emotionally... How often does She even turn Her gaze to these desolate places? Would time simply let this place slip from Her memory, with Her attention turning towards the fires freshly burning? How long must this shrine have been desecrated? Well, that would be our doing now, wouldn't it? So, for almost as long as we've been traveling. Seems so long ago, our arrival in Kenabres.

Eli turns to the others. "I think we need to return now. Our cleansing here is done. Our final push towards Drezen begins now."

"NulkiNETH!!!" Some one or some thing roars from the courtyard as the Iomedae's Chosen file out of the chapel.

"NulkiNETH! I hunger! Surely you were able to capture some of the crusaders for me."

An ugly guttural laugh laugh fills the space as he sees them. "Oh ho! What is this? Free Range chickens fleeing the coop?"

He beats his wings, hovering just above the ground. "NulkiNETH!!!" Some one or some thing roars from the courtyard as the Iomedae's Chosen are working on the final touches in the chapel.

"NulkiNETH! I hunger! Surely you were able to capture some of the crusaders for me."

Initiative
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
demon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Beagan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

No surprise round. He wasn't quiet. Eli is up.

Round 1, Init 16

Eli moves forward, barely able to take in the bellowing creature. By the gods... what is that...?!

Knowledge(Planes) Check: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Lenore, a little strength here? It's late, and my arms are tired from the cleaning... yes, I know, I'm complaining at the most inopportune time, I get that, but look at that thing...

Eli feels an energizing crackle, and his forearms look a little less old for the asking. Cast Divine Favor

Eli begins quickly referring to the creature's weaknesses, special attacks, and ability to reduce damage inflicted upon it DR. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to draw undue attentions to the group now that they are out in the open.

"Nabasu. Ugly lot. You'll not hit it as well if you don't have cold iron, or your weapon thrums against evil. You'll not overcome it with electricity, poison, or trying to paralyze it. Resistant creature, both to elements and spells. Its gaze, though, this is what we must fear, for its ability to drain our very life essence. It grows stronger when it creates ghouls from our ranks. Even those below us..."

The discussion thread is now...open!

Stay classy, Painlord.

by the way, all the scales are CL19.

I am very glad to be a part of this PbP. Thanks to the Lady at the helm.

:) ahhh, thank you! I've been so excited about getting this game started, I was worried I was going to burn you guys out before we got started.

Stay classy, Painlord.

I'm totally classy.

I'll be away for most of today. I may be able to get a post in this afternoon, but if not, I'll get something up before bed tonight.

Perhaps it is Eli's eyes, or Beagan's fickle attention, but neither of them sees any evidence of a squire in the antechamber.

Fickle? Who's fickle? Why, Beagan is totally focused on serving all the Big R stands for, advancing Cause of Liberation, Freedom and Justice for all types of....

(A Gnoman body stiffens and a petrified, outstretched arm points) "SQUIRREL!"

Precisely! :)

Warning. I am, alas, taking a vacation for Thanksgiving, and I've decided to take a vacation from computers as well. That means I will not be able to post much, if at all, starting Sunday night and ending next Sunday morning.

A full week without me. Sorry, but I'm sure you'll get over it. I'll try to contribute from phone a little, but I suck at the phone post so do not expect much of me.

I apologize, but there it is. It's my first actual PbP break I think. Hopefully I don't break out in hives...

Enjoy your vacation! :)

I blame his Mendevian brother, Grasker!

This will not stand.

Hmmm.... it will make it much harder for Beagan to step in front of an archer in mid-shot...

Bellow when you get back.

Maybe Finn can run Cole while you are gone?

In the interest of time Grasker will just look if the newly found ring is magical and if anyone is under enchantment (charm / compulsion), illusion (glamer/phantasm) or transmutation (polymorph). Especially Serra. He won't ogle items that glow.

You should probably also check for delusion (grandeur/competence) as well.

Also, Serra was hit with a Prot from Evil recently, if that matters.

Beagan has a scale from the Dragon. If Grasker is examining him after the Gnome casts Prestidigitation (which lasts for an hour), that might show up, too (weak Universal school?). Otherwise, he has no other magic (that he knows of).

As a reminder, GM AA is evil.

Just when you think she's on your side (you know, because you are all in the same party trying to accomplish the same goals), she will allow the evil halfling child to completely fool and backstab certain other party members in the back...repeatedly.

That is all.

Says Serra to his squire...

As a reminder, GM AA is evil.

Absolutely. It's one of her sexiest qualities.

And Gnomes aren't evil! Oh, you said halflings, so... nevermind. This is not the little infiltrator you are looking for. You can go about your business.

In honor of Grasker's dream I present this drawing (safe for work):

Battle Bunny

(Found via a pathfinder summoner guide of all places)

You'd think it would be, but deviantart is blocked at work for me. Luckily I looked from home. Awesome pic, Grasker!

Nice find Grasker. Very, uh, cute?

I've been using the following to run darkness for awhile now.

The question on the table is, since you have a continual flame item, which dampens the darkness, does a sunrod drawn now produce light. Discuss, please, as this will likely come up again and I'd like to have a consensus on how it is run for the rest of the campaign rather than individual discussions along the way.

I think the two spells cancel each other - so no light from them.

Then there's a question. Does the darkness spell still effect the sunrod - taking it's light from normal to dim (as per the spell) or does it light the room normally because the darkness is canceled by the continual flame?

I've always run it as the latter - the sunrod is fully bright, but I can totally see the argument that the sunrod is dampened by the darkness spell (in addition to the spell canceling out the continual flame).

ok, I've placed some aura's on the map. If this works for everyone, this is what we'll go with. In which case, the darkmantle is dead/dying due to Jurin's attack, A certain someone never became a dwarf, and the other dwarf wouldn't have knowingly stepped into the light. The area where all three intersect is light. The area where only the dark purple is,is dark regardless of sunrods or lamps, etc.

I'll be away most of tomorrow, but back the next day. Sorry for the delay.

Total Loki-face on that one. Don't trust him.

Here's hoping you're surrounded by angelic company and you're enjoying more than travel rations at the dinner table :)

Tonight, we are all blind.

I don't see them letting anyone else sit out, unless you hand Errit over as a criminal. Even then, I don't think they'd just leave him out out of hand, you'd likely have to convince them that he needs to be locked up or something.

What if that bluff (secret message) check had succeeded?

Would we be testing if the Adventure could accommodate an attack on the chieftain's hall?

It's like the number of licks to the center of the tootsie pop; this world may never know. ;)

Painlord, I miss playing Petrel, he really excelled at these first contact / diplomatic scenarios.

We all miss Petrel. His kind of 'help' would definitely be appreciated here.

Ok, I've got the walking stick and the 2013 sign. Who's going to put on the diapers and take this 2014 sign?

Speaking for the oldest (and therefore no-doubt the wisest) character in the group, I was thinking Cole had the best demeanor for it, as he's so boisterous and bubbly! (Hmmm, or maybe it was it because Cole might look the best wearing nothing but a loincloth? Beagan's 'old-age' must have made me forget.)

And I won't repeat why GM_AA thought Cole would be appropriate.

After prompting from the GM, I did some quick searches to see if I could identify valuables retrieved by the party. I think everything I've found has been disposed of or claimed except for 129 gp and 2 Glaives. Did I miss anything that would be held in common by the group?

If no one objects, we could see what Oopli the healer will trade for the 129 gp and Glaives? (Began would also throw in the Darkmantle hide, if that's worth anything.) We could procure Cure potions for the party. Anything else we should ask about?

Gear on "Iomedaen Crusaders" with Baphomet Symbol
- 129 gp
- 2 Glaives
- 2 MW Chain Shirts (Grasker and Serra)
- Baphomet symbol (destroyed)
- scroll (Serra)
- potion (Serra)

Pieces of Darkmantle Hide (Beagan)

Gear on Huecuva
- 2 CLW potions (1 used, 1 held by Grasker)
- Small Gold Ring (Grasker)

Gear retrieved by Cole, including:
- backpack (Eli)
- arrows (Cole)

Gear retrieved by Grasker, including:
- Bat on a Mushroom medallion (given to Chief Sull)

Beagan, thanks for taking the time to look all this up!

I also agree with what you want to do.

Serra has offered his scale mail. Not sure it has any value to them, but it's worth 25gp on street.

Thanks for digging up that and linkifying everything. I forgot about the ring. Did it detect as magic when Grasker was scanning things?

It didn't detect as magic, but it's a nice ring, well worth trading. Serra's scale mail will trade at the usual street value; they have people that can use it, or melt it down to make something else out of. One of the places I really fall down on the GM job is tracking treasure and stuff. I have the document made up, but haven't done a good job of filling it in. I'll take some time today to figure out approximately how much you guys have, but please help me out by stating anything you've kept out of what Beagan listed off. I think the 2 Masterwork armors are being kept, right?

Yes, both armors are claimed.

So, what does Opoli have to trade?

By my figures the group has approximately 400 gp to spend, not counting their own personal money. I'm not going to worry too much what you trade for what, it works out somehow.

Preferences for spending any of the 400gp?

If 4 CLW potions purchased (200gp), than each PC non-healer (Jurin, Cole, Serra, Beagan) could carry one.

Do we need anything else from Opoli's list. Perhaps an Antitoxin (50gp)?

We might also replenish Alchemist's Fire and Sunrods (some of which have been used), and pick up a couple of picks (4 gp) and shovels (2gp) just in case we need to dig through something?

200 gp - CLW x 4 (1 for each non-healer - Jurin, Cole, Serra, Beagan)
60 gp - Alchemist's Fire x 3 (1 each for Cole, Jurin, Serra)
40 gp - Acid x 4 (1 each for Cole, Jurin, Serra, Beagan)
50 gp - Antitoxin
20 gp - Sunrod x 10 (1 for each traveler)
12 gp - 2 picks and 2 shovels
-------
382 gp

I think the Chief was giving the party rations. Or should party gold be spent on different items and/or saved for the future?

Yes, Beagan. Eli would contribute 20gp to supplement purchasing Opoli's antitoxin. All for it. And applejack. They're bound to have applejack.

It looks like the Chief already gave the party 3 Alchemist's Fire and 20 Cold Iron arrows. So we could remove the 3 Alchemist's Fire from the purchase list above, or we say the more the merrier (so we'd have a total 6 new ones - 3 from the Chief and 3 purchased).

I approve the above list and suggested alterations, however, I believe the Angry Ankheg suggested we could get a 20% discount if we sweet talked the dealers with talk of righteous smiting. Let's do that.

This list is excellent - and you cannot have too many Alchemy Fires. 3 is... woefully inadequate for a party this size. That might not even see us through one combat with another swarm - especially if we miss a few.

According to Cole of course.

I'm so sorry, Eli. There's no applejack. They do have a rather strong fermented moss concoction that can do the job, but it tastes nothing like applejack.