Aurus tries to stabilize
Failure
Cloudia shoots her healing at Aurus and heals him for 3, reviving him to consciousness
Only to be blasted again by the steam vent!
Lukian (0/14) Staggered
Travail (12/19)
Aurus (-7/21) Dying
Cloudia (2/16)
Steam vents
No extra squares (yet)
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Not seeing the party rewarded in any way by pushing the body into the lava, and shaking the voices out of his head, Travail pulls Aurus out of range of the steam vents , then leaps up to the altar where the idol is.
"Lukian, Cloudia, heal up Aurus, then get up here. There must be some way to disable the idol. Any ideas?"
Travail inspects the idol to see how he might break it or disable the lava flow.
After bringing Aurus to safety, the party can heal the paladin back to conciousness.
Travail inspects the statue and after some investigation he discovers that lowering the arms will shut down the flow of lava. You can then simply lift the 125 pounds idol off its perch and bring the idol to the
Pathfinder Society in Absalom, where the chroniclers and sages study its planar powers and the heritage of the archdevil Moloch. The Qadiran sandstorms recede, the fire creatures that have already wandered through the portal disperse, and the cult quiets in Qadira once more.
You have succesfully conquered the Citadel of Flame!
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Yea!
Cloudia attempts to get her wand of CLWk before Aurus bleeds to death.
And immediately succeeds!
If that does not bring him to consciousness she tries again.
And she is done for the day with the nat 1.
She also brings some heavenly fire down on the other two characters healing them each 2 points of damage (using the rolls from before and provided they are good in alignment).
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Venture-Captain Drandle Drang looks tired as he calls an emergency meeting in the middle of night at his chambers in the Grand Lodge. “I’m sorry to call you in on such short notice and on such a dark night, but a friend of the Society needs your help immediately.” From an adjoining chamber, an elegantly dressed woman of middle age with olive skin and long, straight black hair and piercing eyes steps into the room. “Allow me to introduce to you Hamaria Blakros, of the esteemed Blakros family, whose name I’m sure you all know.”
Hamaria sits at Dreng’s side, smooths her satin dress over her knees, and speaks in a clear though pained voice. “I’m afraid my forebears made a terrible mistake, and I need you to help remedy the situation. When the Blakroses were first gaining a financial and social foothold centuries ago, my ancestors made a pact called the Penumbral Accords with a strange organization on the Shadow Plane called the Onyx Alliance, which granted us trade routes through its dark realm to avoid unpleasant searches, tariffs, and questions among the many parties with whom we traded. At the time, this was an invaluable service, but as our wealth and influence grew, the benefits became less pronounced. Now, almost five centuries later, we no longer want to pay the ongoing price of this agreement. Since that time, we’ve been providing a steady stream of slaves to the Onyx Alliance... including the eldest of our daughters each generation. This year we have two eldest daughters—my twins Eleanir and Michellia—and I refuse to let them be taken!”
“But we can’t actively break the Penumbral Accords ourselves. We don’t know all the details other than our end of the bargain, which requires us to deliver slaves to our very own Blakros Museum on the night of each new moon—and to deliver the eldest Blackros daughter of each generation on the new moon after her 21st birthday. We are told to stay away until dawn, and have honored this command thus far. In every instance for generations, we’ve returned to find no sign of the slaves or our own heirs left in the building. They’ve got some device that lets them take our daughters to their plane, something that only functions one night a month, and only until dawn. That night is tonight, and my Eleanir and Michellia are already there! I need you to get in before the sun rises and deactivate or destroy whatever allows them to keep stealing our people. If that prevents them from ever threatening us and holding the Penumbral Accords over our heads again, even better.”
Dreng leans forward. “You understand, I’m sure, how valuable our relationship with the Blakros family is to the Decemvirate. Their assets at the museum are immense, and assisting the Lady Hamaria tonight will go along way to ensuring that both her family and our organization can form a long-lasting alliance that will benefit all parties.” He glances at Hamaria, who nods once in agreement. “Hurry to Blakros Museum, friends. There isn’t much time!”
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"Do you think I can bring my pony? It might come in handy if we do go to another plane, you know, to carry stuff? And remember to bring blankets and things everyone. We may end up somewhere else. Unless we end up as slaves. Do you think we will end up as slaves?"
Cloudia thoughts flit from one concern to the next and she is not at all pleased with their latest landing place.
After some of you use their society contacts for some very quick shopping you approach the gothic Blakros Museum and prepare to enter the atrium.
Aurus jogs up to the musuem, out of breath. "Sorry gang - I went and woke up Janira and did some research with her help."
[dice=Knowledge check]1d20
Knowledge (history)
In recent years, the Blakros Museum has been the site of a number of strange occurrences, many of which were handled quietly in the dead of night by agents of the Pathfinder Society.
In the early days of Absalom, the Blakros Museum was originally the stronghold of an eccentric wizard. Abandoned for centuries, it was later bought by House Blakros, who turned it into a museum for their impressive collection of curiosities from across Golarion.
Knowledge (local)
The wealthy and prominent House Blakros is a large, extended clan of eccentrics with trade contacts rivaling those of the Aspis Consortium, who made most of their money selling valuable antiquities across the border between Taldor and Qadira. Their daughters are known far and wide for their beauty, and marrying a Blakros woman is a sure path to power and riches.
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Aurus seems flustered and defensive if any of the party notices and points out that they already knew that information from the last trip. "Well, who knows, we could have uncovered something new," he says. "Besides, what's the point in rememberin' something if it's written down in a book?" His street accent gets sharper when he's embarrassed.
Aurus opens doors.
Great pillars of hewn black stone support the vaulted ceiling of the Blakros Museum’s grand entryway, visible through its wide, double doors. Braziers mounted on the pillars cast white radiance from balls of continual light. A fossilized dinosaur skeleton occupies the northwest corner of the room.
The party marches into the museum.
Upon crossing the threshold, the air ripples and all visible surfaces shimmer as if they were momentarily composed of still, reflective liquid. As soon as the effect manifests, the strange sensation ends, leaving thick shadows covering all surfaces. The white light of the braziers glows an arcane shade of blue, illuminating the shadowy form of a different skeleton that overlays the more solid dinosaur from moments ago.
The dinosaur skeleton animates and seems to get ready to attack!
Lukian
Cloudia
Aurus
Mao
Skeletal Guardian
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Cloudia momentarily considers hurling a vial of acid at the thing but realizes:
1) She might miss
2) Acid and museums do not mix
3) She would have to get far too close to the thing to have a decent shot
4) She is carrying her wand of magic missiles in her throwing hand
Some day this whole sorcerer thing will become natural to me. Some day.
Cloudia's magic missle damages the skeletal creature.
Lukian determines the skeleton is that of a Deinonychus. Aurus determines it is an undead of the skeleton kind, so DR Bludgeoning and mindless.
Lukian's acid splash hits and melts away some of the bone.
The creature charges Mao, who tries to trip it, but fails.
It attacks the monk!
Hits for
Party is up!.
Cloudia's missile strikes, mao sweep trips the creature and his punch breaks more bones. Aurus finishes the fight with a massive swing of his flail.
Combat is over
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"That was odd wasn't it, the way everything turned colors - not jut the skeleton. We were told that folks vanished, right? Do you think we are on another plane, right now?"
Cloudia looks around with wonder, soaking up the oddities.
I hope we can get back.
She eyes the main door with an odd look in her eye.
"That was odd wasn't it, the way everything turned colors - not jut the skeleton. We were told that folks vanished, right? Do you think we are on another plane, right now?"
Knowledge (planes)
Cloudia slowly walks towards the front door and opens it, peering out, not knowing what to expect, her stomach in knots and all excited.
Cloudia finds that a shadowy wooden door stands closed against her, occupying the same place as the doors of the Material Plane’s Blakros Museum. It is locked.