Cyenhelm, can you slap a blessing on my bow so I can hurt these things?
Baub casts an invisibility spell hoping to protect him from the shadow demons. Indeed it seems to have worked as none of the other shadows notice him moving. However ‘his’ shadow followed his every move knowing exactly where he went.
Cyenhelm, can you slap a blessing on my bow so I can hurt these things?
"I'm sorry, my friend, for my lack of foresight. Would that I could!"
Jetro pops one with two Cold Iron arrows.
Duardlara casts a spell, causing a glowing disk to appear in the air, protecting her.
Cynehelm flaps his snowy white wings and rises up into the air, blasting his and Jetro's shadows with the purifying fires of the sun.
"Avast creatures of Shadow!" - Helgash roars, a bright white light emanating from the Paladin.
Greta simply swings wildly at the closest Shadow.
Cynehelm casts a very potent burning hands spell
Sr check success for burning hands
Reflex
Reflex
Both shadow demons fail their save but resist some of the damage and only take half from ethereal. (14 damage each)
Jetro hits with both of his arrows but the shadow demons are immune to the electricity damage and only take half damage for being ethereal. (19 damage)
Duardlara casts shield upon herself protecting her from the touch attacks of the shadow demons.
Greta swings at hers thrice but so sudden is their appearance that she flails helplessly with all 3 attacks.
Helgash channels energy to affect the shadows. However they are not undead but demons and the channel does nothing to them.
The shadows for their part pause their attacks and as 1 rush out of the exit to the southwest.
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Baub takes the moment to cast shield to provide an extra buffer agains the creatures should they return. Then he says, "I'm staying invisible should they decide to return. If they do I will cast haste on everyone at the earliest opportunity. Now, is there anything in here we need or should follow up on." Baub begins to look around as soon as he finishes speaking to see if he can find anything useful, to include an exit to another room.
"Indeed, we'd best be prepared."
She will also look around, but she also wants to examine the candle that seemed to cause the demons' arrival.
Jetro keeps his bow ready to Snap Shot/Combat Reflex any demon that show sup.
"Indeed, we'd best be prepared."
She will also look around, but she also wants to examine the candle that seemed to cause the demons' arrival.
[dice=Perception]1d20 + 20
[dice=Spellcraft]1d20 + 17 + 2
The candle is indeed a trap. 1/day it creates an advanced shadow demon from anything that has a shadow created by the blast of light from the candle. Duardlara your first perception was not high enough to spot the trap. Now that you see it for what it is you can disable it with a dc 30 disable device check. A result of 35 + will bypass it allowing it to work on people other than you party if you so wish. However you would not have control of their shadows.
Duardlara curses under her breath. "Another trap. Perhaps I can disable it now that I see it for what it is."
"Be careful Lara..."
Jetro stands ready.
Cynehelm too.
Indeed the trap is completely disabled now and is a worthless pile of junk. The damage is down though as your shadows are gone and have no idea where they might be or what damage they might be causing.
2 rooms left...which one do you want to tackle first...4 or 7
"If we wait until tomorrow, I can ask the Lady to bless us with holy sunshine," offers Cynehelm.
"Let me look first. Cynehelm, would your lady bless my efforts?"
The elf moves to the entry and examines each step of the entrance with the expectation that there will be yet another trap, maybe more.
Seriously, Cynehelm makes the sign of the Dawnflower. "May the Light show you the way," he says.
And Duardlara gratefully accepts the blessing.
Thick vines and tendrils of ivy twist and writhe over every surface of this overgrown cottage room. This room is furnished with cluttered tables and stuffed cabinets, but with ivy writhing through every nook. More disturbingly, the vines support dozens ofwithered humanoid and animal corpses, their desiccated forms sucked dry ofall life and vitality.
An open doorway to the west leads to area AJ, but pushing through the thick vines and overgrowth requires a successful DC 20 Strength check. Alternatively, characters can hack through the vines with edged weapons in 15 minutes. The vines are immune to normal fire, but magical fire burns them away in 5 minutes. A fireplace in the east wall connects to the fireplace in area A1. The only other exit from the room is through a worn, upright travel trunk overgrown with vines and filled with dirty clothing and rags in the southern portion of the room. Pushing through ragged cloaks and smelly tunics deposits creatures inside the back ofa large wardrobe in area A5.
No traps Duardlara however you see an oversized mandragora in the room along with 5 assassin vines clinging to the walls. The mandragora makes mumbling sounds that sound like ‘mummy’ followed by a possible sniff or snort.
Duardlara reports back to the others, ”Mandragora and assassin vines, nasty specimens of the plant kingdom. There are bodies among the thick vines present in the room, maybe worth investigating. I really don’t feel like dealing with these plants right now. We would need to burn out the mundane vines and maybe take out the sentient plants with missile fire. What do you think - should we see to the other room first?”
Sounds like a job for our fire priest
Duardlara nods and goes to the other room, attempting to be similarly thorough.
Cynehelm opens his mouth to speak, but closes it and waits for Duardlara's second report.
Poking your way forward you reach what seems to be a dead end. However you realize that the door is above you. Slowly pushing it up you see Rows of wooden coffins lean against the thick timber walls of this room, with dozens more lying stacked and scattered on the floor. A dusty fireplace sits to the south, and a stout ironbound door stands in the
eastern wall. You realize that your perspective is from a coffin in the northeast corner ofthis room. The door in the east wall leads outside to the hut's exterior porch. The windows in this room are real, not illusions, and look out over the hut's exterior surroundings, providing a view ofa snowy hilltop overlooking a burned
and ruined village next to a wide, ice-choked river.
A cracked clay bowl with a brown hen's egg inside sits on a table against the western wall.
A skeletal figure dressed in strange dark robes and crowned with a tall fur hat slumps in a dusty chair in front ofthe room's door. He is seated behind a dry-rotted coffin, grasping a crooked scythe in one hand and a deck of cards in the other. Several cards are dealt on the coffin lid before him. This creature is known as the Coffin Man. When PCs first enter the room, the Coffin Man simply sighs heavily and waves for the PCs to take a seat on one of the many coffins in the room.
”The Coffin Man, I presume? What keeps you in the attic of this enchanted place?”
The Coffin Man introduces himself, and claims to be Baba Yaga's "cousin." With a creakingjaw and dusty coughs, he constantly wipes the backs ofhis skeletal hands against his grimy coat while speaking, as ifperturbed by some unseen ichor. The Coffin Man is not interested in conflict, and is willing to engage in conversation.
Everyone can hear that there is no combat so are welcome to come up to talk and interact
Cynehelm cautiously follows Duardlara.
Hearing the Coffin Man's answers as he enters, Cynehelm grips his holy symbol, but largely as a defense.
"What is your purpose here?" he asks.
"We were invited by the owner, by the way."
Jetro keeps to the door, ready for the sudden but inevitable betrayal.
Helgash sits and listens.
The creature rises up to its full height. I am the guardian of this place. Only by my leave are those allowed the exit and enter The Hut. He adamantly refuses to answer anything else unless you are able to sweet talk him.
Works for me
Cynehelm keeps an eye on the "guardian" while his compatriots search around. He shares his goddess's distaste for the undead.
"We are but travelers - on the whim and fate of the Hut itself" - Helgash explains - "What would be necessary for you to allow us passage to and fro, oh guardian?" - his eyes glow with intensity.