Round 2
Ow, get them away from me.
Philian begins to dance about like he just stepped on hot coals.
Fighting Defensively - AC19
Attack:
Damage:
Once more, he makes a vicious swing resulting in a complete miss, probably caused by his doll dance.
The ranger and inquisitor turn two dolls into wood chips.
The last doll hits twice!
Asaran says, "That was the plan.", and swings at the remaining doll.
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Round 3
Rakal continues to pound away at the wooden dolls
Status 18 11/11
Current Effects Judgement of Healing
Now bleeding badly, the tiny bard is not looking so good.
Ow, these things are hurting me.
Fighting Defensively - AC19
Rake scratches the last doll as his companions miss.
The last doll is determined to take out the little guy After dodging acid.
Pfilian takes another spear hit for and falls.
rnd 4
Sunjeet
Rakal
Rnd 5
Asaran.
Round 4
Rakal gasps, "Pfilian!". He is determined to kill off this doll thing
Status 18 11/11
Current Effects Judgement of Healing
After Rakal's hit the doll is barely holding together.
Asaran says, "Get Pfilian to safety. I'll keep the doll's attention.", and slashes out with his falcata.
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Stabilize vs DC12:
The last doll continues to mindlessly stab the downed invader of his sanctuary after Rakal cracks him in many places, but the mage and ranger miss him completely.
Pfilian is stabbed twice more.
Party go GO
rnd 5
Sunjeet
Rakal
Rnd 6
Asaran.
Rakal will delay until after everyone else goes, then hopefully it is dead with Sunjeet's spell and he casts clw
Con: vs DC17
Once more the tiny bard's wounds quickly stop bleeding, but it is clear that many more pokes and there will be no more bleeding.
Asaran swings at the doll after it's sprayed with acid, hoping to finish the cursed thing off before it finishes the halfling.
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The acid and falcate both miss the animated doll. He seems ready to keep jamming his spear in the fallen Halfling.
Cast is fine in that case
Rakal calls upon his divine powers and brings some powerful healing to bear on Pfilian's savaged body. Pfilian's eyes open and he finds himself prone with a wooden doll ready to poke him the eye. To his horror, he is not waking from a dream. The doll is real.
Pfilian @ 1hp, no longer helpless, but prone
Pfilian's eyes open filled with fear.
Get it away from me. Get rid of that horrid thing.
Cast Defensively: vs DC17
Philian follows Rakal by also casting CLW.
CLW:
Pfilian casts and feels better before the spear come downs two more times into his chest.
The possessed wooden doll seems determined to end Pfilian.
Pfilian fights to keep conscious.
Party to go--gotta finish off Chucky
Rakal swings once more looking to end this fight.
Status 18 11/11
Current Effects Judgement of Healing
Rakal barely gets past the creature's defenses and ends the last of the wooden dolls. Splinters of wood litter the ground.
Combat over
Asaran shakes his head, "Those stupid little things were nimble. Suddently, I miss the sand scorpions."
He offers a hand to the halfling to help him up, asking, "How are you doing?"
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Lending what little comfort he can to the injured halfling the mage seems embarrassed by his incompetence, "I shall have to learn more of fire and other spells if these be the sorts of foes we will face. I apologize, I will try to do better in the future."
To study something is not to truly know it...I am ill prepared for this adventure it would seem. The path to power must be traversed quickly if I am to continue in this manner.
Philian gets up looking flustered and very put out.
Can you believe that? Look at my shirt. Full of little holes. Even worse, now I have blood stains on it. Do you know how hard it is going to be to get this blood out. They even got some on my hat. MY HAT! Do you know how hard it was to find someone capable of making a perfect blue hat like this.
Suddenly he realizes that the blood is entirely his and begins to sway.
Ooh, I don't feel so good. I'm not made for losing blood like this.
Pfilian is still hurt
Looking quickly around, nothing new in this chamber is discovered. It appears you will have to retrace your route past the unopened chest and take the southern door to continue exploring.
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"When I am able to study again, I will use my magics to mend and clean your clothes. In the mean time, I would suggest we search this chamber well as such potent guardians would not have been put here idly."
The mage then sets about assist anyone who looks like they know more about searching a room than he does, which is essentially everyone, and manages to do more than just get in the way this time.
Realizing that he is not getting help from his companions, Philian uses the last of his healing spells to bind his wounds.
Cast CLW:
Although he is not fully healed, most of his wounds stop further staining his clothes.
No more secrets are discovered.
"I have some healing magic left if we need it."
Rakal casts detect magic while searching
Going to the room two south of where you found the chest and bypassing the chest.....
Opening the southern door......
A massive mirror stretches across the southern wall of this chamber, flanked by two statues. The statue to the east depicts a tall, gaunt woman in a flowing, hooded gown, holding an hourglass. The figure to the west is that of a jackal-headed man carrying a scepter or staff in his hand. Stone double doors, standing slightly ajar, lead to the east and west. A third set of double doors exits the room to the north (from which you entered). Torch holders sculpted in the shape of bird skulls are built in each corner, and a thin layer of dust covers every surface.
You identify the eastern statue as the goddess Pharasma,
You ID the western statue as Anubis, the ancient Osirian god of burials and tombs
There is evidence of tracks in the dust between the east and west doors.
The tracks are those of animals with the vermin type.
Asaran asks, as they pass it, "Should we not look in the chest first? I have no skill with traps, I admit, but it could contain things that would help us -- perhaps more healing magic, for example."
Stepping into the room, Asaran smiles, "A status of Lord Anubis... Little wonder that I've been drawn to this pla--", he stops suddenly as his gaze passes between the doors, "Tracks... Looks like vermin.... Recent enough that I can see them in the dust. Be wary."
"And the woman is Pharasma. Kindred spirits they can be."
At the mention of vermin, "I'm going to get this alchemist fire out. Who knows what we will run into, but I'm not getting eaten by thousands of tiny bugs or rats."
Philian, still annoyed at the holes in his shirt and the blood on his hat is not really paying attention. Looking up briefly he nods.
Yup, Pharasma all right, no clue about the dog face one though.
The door is opened to the west after checking it out.
A flight of steps gradually descends to the west down this passage. Halfway down the stairs, small holes and burrowed tunnels riddle what remains of the passage’s southern wall. Earth and sand have spilled over the collapsed masonry, covering the stairs with dirt and rubble. Stone doors engraved with a golden scarab, its wings open beneath a golden sun, stand at either end of the stairs. One of the eastern doors is slightly ajar.
Knowledge(local):
Pfilian looks at the ever increasing pile of old junk.
Unless someone is planning on opening a dusty old junk store, we could probably sell most of this stuff. Then we could hire someone to cast a spell to fix the holes in my clothes and get the stain out of my hat.
Asaran shakes his head, "I believe Sunjeet offered to do that for free? Perhaps"she should focus more on the tomb for now -- if only to try to avoid bigger holes in us that are harder to fix?
Philian shrugs:We have a full day to explore this tomb. Since my clothes are not going to get fixed, we could probably go back to the city and sell some of this stiff to purchase scrolls and potions to mend our wounds or for other purposes.
"I'm not heading back until we finish the job here." Rakal starts down the steps with his weapon ready, relying on his dwarven sense to warn him of any stone traps or secret doors when nearing them.
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Sunjeet follows behind the dwarf, looking carefully at his surroundings for potential scholarly significance.
So different being here than reading about it. The risk is quite exhilarating, though I will have to gain skills if I am not to end up a pin-cushion like Pfilian almost did. The entirety of death and the powers surrounding it must saturate ever grain of sand making up the bricks of this place. Someday I will be able to harness this energy...
Philian hesitantly heads off behind his companions hoping that someone will see the light, and lead the party back up to light and potions and healing and other good things, like a skilled tailor. With every step he almost jumps expecting more homicidal miniature wooden dolls to attack.
Moving into the sandy stairwell, the group begins to find the footing very unstable. As Rakal makes it halfway down the stairs, a large sandy creature raises up to attack.
Pfilian
Sunjeet
Asaran
Inquisitor
Enemy 1
SURPRISE ROUND
Anyone making PERCEPTION DC 21 can act=single standard
Oh great, something else to try to destroy my clothes. Why did I ever decide to come down here.
Knowledge(everything): <-- Bardic Knowledge, yet still completely clueless
Philian begins to dance around like a crazy man, yet oddly enough it looks like the dance is in fact of some intentional design.
Move(instead of Standard) - Begin Battle Dance