Doomsday Dawn Troupe Playtest

Game Master Kevin O'Rourke 440

Our adventure begins several years ago beneath the streets of Magnimar in the year 4,707...

Keleri Deverin, an aristocrat and scholar living in Magnimar, has a problem. Just a week ago, she received an invitation from her cousin Kendra, mayor of the nearby town of Sandpoint, to attend that town’s upcoming Swallowtail Festival.

With the festival’s focus on the consecration of Sandpoint’s new cathedral, Keleri hoped to bring a family heirloom, the Star of Desna, to receive a blessing, but as she prepared for her trip, an unexpected complication arose.

When Keleri entered the old vault beneath the family estate to retrieve the star from storage, she found the chamber in total disarray. Chests lay smashed about the room, shelves were knocked over, and worst of all, the steel lockbox containing the Star of Desna was missing. The source of the robbery was made evident by a gaping hole in the center of the floor, leading down into the sewers, and sewage stains in the shape of goblin footprints leading out of it.

Enraged, Keleri lashed out at the now-empty shelves and ruined containers, only to find that she was not alone. A quiet whimpering came from behind a partially collapsed armoire. Investigating, she found a two goblins, wounded and wretched. Keleri demanded answers about her stolen heirlooms, but the conscious goblin only began howling in greater terror and begged for mercy. Keleri’s rage subsided, and she asked the goblin what had frightened her so.

The goblin introduced herself as Talga and explained that her tribe, the Mudchewer tribe, had been enslaved by a brutish hobgoblin named Drakus the Taker, who was forcing members of her tribe to dig into vaults and basements all around town to rob longshanks of loot and treasure. Those who refused were taken away, only to have their blood-drained bodies put on display as a warning to the other goblins. Immediately after the robbery on the Deverin basement, Talga and a few other desperate goblins rebelled, but they were cut down and slaughtered. Only Talga survived by retreating up to the Deverin vault and hiding.

Now with no home and nearly paralyzed with fear over the fate of her fellow goblins under Drakus’s increasingly violent rule, Talga became desperate. She begged Keleri to send adventurers to her old lair, a complex called the Ashen Ossuary that was accessible via the Magnimar sewers. She promised to sketch a map of the lair and to lead Keleri and anyone who might help to the entrance, and vowed that in return she would work to spread the word among other goblin tribes in the sewers that longshanks are friendly.

While Keleri was sympathetic to the tale, she is a scholar, not an adventurer. However, she does have contacts, and knows of at least one eager new nominee for the task. Ever the forward thinker, she hopes that by calling upon allies she can not only recover her stolen heirloom, but perhaps even start a new diplomatic alliance between Magnimar and one of its most notorious antagonists.

This was her chance. She knew it! Felt it in her bones!

If she did a good job, her father's Order would have to recognize her! Surely!

Neferet adjusted her attire -- she had to look perfect -- and headed out into the busy streets of Magnimar. She had been surprised to receive the invitation from Lady Deverin. But, she supposed her mother and father's presence in the city did cause quite a stir. Perhaps Lady Deverin had heard about her family through noble circles? Many members of the Esoteric Order of the Palatine Eye were of noble lineage. Yes, that must be it.

Why else call on her?

Oh, it didn't matter! This was destiny! This was her chance to do something amazing! Something worthwhile for a person of importance! Once this was done surely her father's peers would offer her a chance to join them as an initiate!

Neferet resisted the urge to squeal aloud in glee.

Looking up at the steps of Deverin Manor, she took a deep calming breath, smoothed out her clothes, and adjusted her wild hair.

I can do this!

She strides up the steps with purpose -- perhaps a little to fast paced and eager.

Neferet is a youthful half-elf of Osiriani and Ustalavic descent. She has dark skin, thick curly hair as black as pitch, and a slender build. She wears a headband with a massive golden scarab decoration on it, which borders on tacky. She has clearly tried to tame her wild locks into the style of an Osiriani wig — and failed horribly. She wears an elaborate dress in shades of white and purple, which is clearly inspired by the fashions of Ancient Osirion — though the dress was obiously made by a foppish aristocrat’s tailor who had never set foot in a desert in his life. Her dark brown eyes are rimmed with kohl, and a pair of ankh earrings dangle from her ears. Vials and beakers protrude from her belt pouches, marking her as an alchemist as easily as the faint chemical stains on the sleeves of her elaborate dress.

Note: The image I've chosen is how Neferet will look later in the campaign, after she's accepted herself and grown into her own beauty. At the moment she's younger, and is desperately trying to look like a regal noble in fashionable clothes inspired by Ancient Osirion. It's a look that suits her poorly.

As our group of eclectic heroes gather the two goblins draw a map arguing over some details. They seem to be drawing out a map of some underground lair.

You can see this linked above

Keleri turns to each of you. "Thank you once more for coming. The two goblins have some things they wanted to tell you but for now they are making a crude map of their gangs lair. The further in the more vague on details they are. Their former master, a hobgoblin and possibly a vampire by the sounds of things keeps his personal chambers towards the back and they avoid attracting his attention."

The tribal looking young man appears torn from a page in a book. Roakkad is tall, approximately 6'3", with an average build. His tan skin and dark eyes suggest Shoanti heritage, while the intricate tattoos adorning his neck and hands confirm it. His face lacks any such ornamentation, though it wears a thoughtful and discerning expression. He is completely bald. Garbed in a simple, dark green tunic, he carries a long wooden spear at his side. Around his neck you see a choker of animal teeth and, hanging lower on his chest, an enormous bone amulet adorned with bird feathers. His shoes are simple leather sandals, appropriate for the balmy coastal weather.

All of this is observed in an instant, for the eyes are swiftly drawn to the fearsome bird of prey perched on his shoulder.

"It is good of you to have me, Mistress." He bows.

He had not realized that, so soon after seeking temporary employment, he would be assigned to a job so quickly. He had half expected to clean a chimney or some other such assignment far beneath him. But, he had followed the instructions of Matlaihuitl, and has been seeking to "fit in" to this city of the tshamek with its rigid, modern architecture and modern populace.

But here, a theft! And a orcish vampire, of all things, behind it. It was good that he carries all of his earthly possessions with him, for now they must breach the darkness. "Now, this will truly be an adventure," he offers as he begins to don his hide armor. He smiles at the others, introducing himself "...and Tsharat." He motions to his bird, who caws in greeting. Or hunger.

Gorthug grunted. The half-orc crossed his arms. He was quite unhappy. First his bow broke, and then the damnable pink-skins demanded two hundred silver for a new one! Such a fortune was far beyond the mercenary. All he knew now was that he needed work. And this would have to do.

Talga the female goblin looks up. "We snuck around the Ashen Ossuary when the Mudchewers frst took the dungeon as our home. There's centipedes and beetles off the main room, thats the one where they're carving a statue of the boss. The Mudchewer goblins who remain loyal to Drakus are no friends of Talga but they are afraid of Drakus. They wont talk while he lives."

Then she looks a bit more concerned and bites her lip before continuing. [b]"Drakus is a scary hobgoblin who drinks blood and, uhm, he might just be a vampire. When a Mudchewer goblin displeases him, Drakus takes the goblin into a back room, and a few hours later the goblin is returned to the tribe dead, with a hole in the neck and all of the blood drained from the body. Drakus displays these bodies in the main sleeping quarters to keep the other goblins in line."

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After a trek through the sewers you're shown the entrance to the Ashen Ossuary, the two goblins stand back to let you enter. Talga speaks up "I'll go back to Lady Longshanks now... Drakus is too scary."

Ye are just outside A1

Roakkad casts light on his spear to guide their way.

Neferet smiles proudly at Keleri. "Of course, Lady Deverin. I'm pleased to be of service!" she remarks enthusiastically.

She smiles at the fellow experts that Keleri called in, and offers them her hand. "Hello. I'm Neferet Velaketra. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Despite her strange, frivolous attire, Neferet's grip is firm, and her hands are surprisingly calloused.

As the goblins begin to speak, Neferet watches with interest.

"A vampire, you say? Interesting..."

Religion: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2 To recall knowledge about vampires.

What the heck is that?! Certainly it can't be as bad as a mummy? Hmmm... I'll have to study my tomes on undead with redoubled dedication upon my return... Such a lack of knowledge is a disgrace!

As they traipse through the sewers Neferet curls up her nose at the smell and filth. Still, she keeps her thoughts to herself.

...On that topic, at least.

Instead of complaining she prattles on about the nature of Magnimar's sewer system.
Society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 To recall knowledge about Magnimar's sewers and their history for flavour purposes.

"Did you know that the sewers beneath Magnimar were built in the year..." she begins.

"It truly was a feat of engineering!" she finishes as the group arrives at the entrance to the Ashen Ossuary.

Neferet clears her throat, straightens her clothing, and adjusts her sleeves. She draws a dart in her off hand and nods at the others. "I am prepared. Lead the way, Roakkad."

Roakkad smiles serenely as Neferet recounts the extraordinary history of the Magnimaran sewer system. He likes her spirit. "This City of Monuments is indeed a great city. But... Kaer Maga! Now she is a city like no other! She is a mother and a dreamer, and she is as old as anything in Varisia. Not even the elves remember a time without her."

Roakkad throws his arms up toward the sewer's ceiling. "Imagine the great cliff, the Storval Rise, and at its crest rest walls eight stories tall! Beyond, a fortress-city frozen in perpetual twilight! Eleven districts ensconced in hollow stone rings, themselves honeycombed with cavernous spaces holding entire wards, neighborhoods, and hovels. The roaming undead of Ankar-Te, the fabled ledge-manors of Bis, the revolutionaries of The Bottoms, the smithies of Cavalcade, the towers of Highside Stacks, the theaters of Oriat, the mystical artifacts of Tarheel Promenade, and, my home, The Warren, where true heart dwells. And in the center, the Downmarket, Hospice, and enigmatic Widdershins. And rising above all, of course, Great Sky Spire and her sky druids."

"When our work here is done, I may show you all these things. Do you like to travel?"

In his excitement, he nearly forgets they're hunting vampires.

Earlier
Large - for a dwarf - Rolo stomps forward. He has been lost in his own thoughts thus far, nodding as the lady spoke. His gear is battered but well-serviced: an embossed heavy shield, a sturdy breastplate and a warhammer, all of dwarven make.

He eventually spoke up himself, in a gravelly voice;

"Ma'am, I would aid as best I can. There is darkness out there, and I would know it - and shield others from it."

Now

He has thought about these oddities.

"A vampire hobgoblin? Perhaps, but perhaps this Drakus simply plays up a horrorshow for fear's sake. Either way, we shall bring him low."

He looks about.

"I would take position at the front, shield first."

Gorthug didn’t speak. He just walked beside the dwarf and grunted, motioning the warrior to go in.

"As you wish, Rolo. Tsharat and I will help as we may." Roakkad grasps his spear in one hand and raises his finger to his lips, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And now we should be as quiet as falling leaves."

With no objections, Rolo does not hesistate, and begins slowly but surely marching through the entrance.

A1
The damp sewer passages have led to a slimy cistern that stinks of decay. On the northern edge of this circular chamber lies a pile of burnt bones in front of a scorched tunnel.

Rolo moves over to the bones, trying to fathom what he's seeing.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Dominion of the black lore: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

"When our work here is done, I may show you all these things. Do you like to travel?"

Neferet smiles widely at Roakkad. "That sounds fascinating! I have spent my life travelling the Inner Sea, but never have I had the pleasure of seeing Kaer Maga with my own eyes. It is not the sort of place my parents would like to visit. A lack of contacts, I suppose." she trails off for a moment then smiles brightly. "I would love to see your home!"

She quiets as the group prepares to enter the goblin lair.

Following the others, Neferet glances at the ossuary's architecture, curious about the history of this place.

Society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Goblins do enjoy fire. I wonder what sort of bones are these." Roakkad whispers as he casts detect magic on them.

Looking about the area Rolo sees nothing further of interest and definitely nothing to do with the dominion of the black. Roakkad senses no magic. Neferet can tell that the area is old, though not by the standards of Magnimar but certainly the architecture dates back a few centuries.

Some of the substance on the floor pools together and strikes at Rolo it's acidic pseudopod cleaning the armour and burning the flesh beneath!
Pseudopod!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (4) = 10
The creature then releases a wave of filth and slime, hitting all creatures within a twenty foot area. Creatures in the area take 1d4 acid damage and are hampered 10 feet for 1 minute unless they succeed at a DC 15 Reflex save (no damage or hampered on a success, and a character additionally falls prone on a critical failure). An affected creature can clean off the muck as an Interact action, reducing the hampered condition by 5 feet with each action.
Move. Melee Attack. Filth Wave. Three actions completed.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Neferet dodges the wave of filthy water with surprising grace, ending up completely unharmed (and unsullied!). She eyes the strange creature, curious was it is!

Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"What is that thing?" she asks the others.

Unable to see well, Neferet skirts around the battlefield. Knowing that she won't be able to harm the beast with her alchemical bombs without hurting her new companions, she tosses a dart at the creature.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Then she draws another dart.

Actions: Move, throw dart, draw dart.

Roakkad Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Tsharat Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

acid damage to Roakkad: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Roakkad hisses as the slime splashes his exposed flesh, motioning at Tsharat. The hawk flies a wide arc, coming in near the rear and biting with her beak.

jaws: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Meanwhile, Roakkad tries to determine what, exactly, they're dealing with, stabbing it with his spear.

Nature (recall knowledge): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

longspear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
damage (P): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Actions: Command animal, recall knowledge (Nature), attack
Tsharat actions (2): move and attack

Rolo's shield is up before he fully realises what has happened, and the blow strikes squarely on it. However, he cannot avoid all of the acid splashed around the room.

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Acid Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Using reaction for Reactive Shield feat to raise shield and so can shield block.

He holds his shield in place, and strikes the mass with his warhammer, trying to shove it back.

Raise A Shield, Strike (2)

Strike: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8

Damage, B: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Shove: You can use this weapon to Shove with the Athletics skill
even if you don’t have a free hand. This uses the weapon’s reach
(if different from your own) and adds the weapon’s item bonus
to attack rolls (if any) as a bonus to the Athletics check. If you
critically fail a check to Shove using the weapon, you can drop
the weapon to treat the outcome as a normal failure.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21

Ref: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Gorthug ducked as the acid went over his head. Win blade in hand he ran straight towards it, ready to strike.

Hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Power Attack: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (1, 10) + 4 = 15

It wasn’t the most graceful of blows, to be sure...

Roakkad hisses as the slime splashes his exposed flesh, motioning at Tsharat. The hawk flies a wide arc, coming in near the rear and biting with her beak.

Meanwhile, Roakkad tries to determine what, exactly, they're dealing with, stabbing it with his spear but knows it is a thing not of the natural world and little more for now.

Gorthug ducked as the acid went over his head. Win blade in hand he ran straight towards it, ready to strike. It wasn’t the most graceful of blows, to be sure... but he did not have the more graceful enemy.

Rolo's shield is up before he fully realises what has happened, and the blow strikes squarely on it. However, he cannot avoid all of the acid splashed around the room.

He holds his shield in place, and strikes the mass with his warhammer, trying to shove it back. The thing rolls away viscous fluid flowing from its membrane to harass the group no longer.

Neferet dodges the wave of filthy water with surprising grace, ending up completely unharmed (and unsullied!). She eyes the strange creature, curious was it is!

"What is that thing?" she asks the others.

Unable to see well, Neferet skirts around the battlefield. Knowing that she won't be able to harm the beast with her alchemical bombs without hurting her new companions, she keeps her dart focused on the creature but thankfully it has been vanquished.

Your first playtest victory.

Looking for a rag to wipe the remaining acid off his shield and armour, Rolo replies:

"I do not know. But it can be driven back, which is the most important fact. Let us press on."

The walls of this long chamber are scorched dark, and the thick layers of soot crusting to the ceiling above attest to the tremendous fire that must have raged through this room in the past. Burial niches in the walls and the row of central pillars contain only fragments of burnt wood and charred bone. Four goblins are in the room turning at your approach.

Perception or sometimes a skill is used for initiative, like stealth for someone scouting.
Rolo Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Roakkad Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Neferet: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Gorthug: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Goblins: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Roakkad
Goblins
Rolo
Neferet
Gorthug

"The Mudchewer goblins who remain loyal to Drakus are no friends of Talga but they are afraid of Drakus. They wont talk while he lives."

Roakkad has been thinking of Talga's words since entering the chamber. Perhaps it was time to give them something else to fear. He steps up, motioning and speaking in a strong voice, and an arc of lighting dances between his free hand and the tip of his spear. Then it surges forward toward the two goblins before him.

Casting electric arc (range 30ft, targets 2 critters). Electric damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3. Red and Orange must make a DC 15 Reflex save. S: half, CS: none, F: full, CF: double.

Actions: stride, somatic cast, verbal cast

I also inserted an image token for Tsharat, I hope that's okay.

Roakkad has been thinking of Talga's words since entering the chamber. Perhaps it was time to give them something else to fear. He steps up, motioning and speaking in a strong voice, and an arc of lighting dances between his free hand and the tip of his spear. Then it surges forward toward the two goblins before him the goblins avoid the worst of the damage.
Red Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Orange Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

The two injured goblins draw their bows, knock arrows and return fire at the Roakkad but the arrows hit the wall beside him. The other two draw sword and move down towards the druid to find more interfering adventurers. "We'ze going to cut you up for dinner longshanks!"
Orange Vs Roakkad: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Red Vs Roakkad: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Rolo
Neferet
Gorthug
Roakkad
Goblins Red -1 HP. Orange -1 HP

Hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 2d12 + 4 ⇒ (7, 5) + 4 = 16

Cut us up for dinner? Gorthug chuckled as he strode up. He brought his blade down with a smirk, ready for that satisfying sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. The sound that made it good to be alive.

I moved you up to an enemy, Gorthug.

Neferet circles around the fight until she has a clear shot against the goblins and tosses her dart at the yellow goblin.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Then she keeps moving, deeper into the Ossuary towards the goblins with the bows.

Move. Attack. Move.

I put arrows on the map so you can see where I attacked from.

Rolo charges into the thick of the goblins with no hesitation.

Strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Damage B: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 2) + 8 = 18

Move. Strike 2.

Roakkad takes a careful step back before striking out with his spear, but the goblin ducks out of the way. He whistles out to Tsharat.

longspear@purple: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
damage (P): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Tsharat flies north around a pillar and bites one of the goblins.

jaws@yellow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
damage (P): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Actions: Step, Command an Animal, Attack
Tsharat actions (2): move and attack

Rolo charges into the thick of the goblins with no hesitation, and a goblin quickly collapses to the ground like a harpsicord.

Neferet circles around the fight until she has a clear shot against the goblins and tosses her dart at the yellow goblin.

Then she keeps moving, deeper into the Ossuary towards the goblins with the bows.

Cut us up for dinner? Gorthug chuckled as he strode up. He brought his blade down with a smirk, ready for that satisfying sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. The sound that made it good to be alive... the goblin receiving his wrath was now a pile o gore.

Roakkad takes a careful step back before striking out with his spear, but the goblin ducks out of the way. He whistles out to Tsharat. Tsharat flies north around a pillar and bites one of the goblins laying it low.
All the guys near you were dead so I moved him into a new position against the other goblins

The last goblin starts screaming for help while drawing it's sword before it attacks Tsharat managing to hit it with a few slashes.
Dogslicer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Dogslicer Second Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Rolo
Neferet
Gorthug
Roakkad
Goblins Orange -1 HP

Roakkad and his bird strike together!

longspear, flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

bite, flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Rolo strikes and shoves the goblin, aiming to kill it or at least drive it back.

Strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Neferet moves over, draws a dart, and throws it at the orange goblin.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Piercing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

The remaining goblin goes down without much more of a fight.

Loot
Dogslicer x4
Shortbow x4
Arrows x35
Leather Armour x4

Neferet wanders the room, prying her darts out of the goblin corpses. Then she cleans them off and re-sheathes them.

I don't need any of the treasure.

Then she wanders the room for anything of interest. Starting near where we entered, and working her way through to the far end.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Neferet takes a fingertip and wipes it on the sooty walls, then examines it. She had heard that goblins liked fire, but this seemed excessive...

Not sure what she has to roll, but she's curious what kind of fire this was. As old as the tomb or recent? And 'natural' fire or alchemical? Nature, I suppose?
Nature: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
She shrugs, having no idea.

Rolo picks up a Shortbow.

"Does anyone else need arrows before we move on?"

Neferet is unsure, perhaps just soot?

Yup. They probably just painted it on there. In fact, it's their favourite art medium. Soot is SO hot right now. Neferet's got it all figured out.

”Weak bows. Would break. Keep them.” He looked at the shortbows with obvious distaste, as if the very existence of the weapons was offensive to him.

Neferet approaches the first side cavern. "Let's go in here first. I don't like the thought of leaving mysterious side rooms unexplored behind us."

Perception on A3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Whoo! She is on the ball.

A3
This roughly carved chamber looks to have once been much larger, but now the entire southern half is choked with rubble and debris. As Neferet pokes her head in all seems well until the rocks start moving and reveal themselves to be giant centipedes!

Rolo Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Roakkad Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Neferet: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Gorthug: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Centipedes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Thankfully the creatures are bottle necked only one being able to reach the alchemist. The first time it's mandibles pump venom into her veins but is able to avoid the next attack.
Bite Attack Vs Nerferet: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Neferet
Gorthug
Rolo
Roakkad
Centipedes

"Ouch!" Neferet exclaims. "There's big bugs in here!"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Neferet draws an alchemist's fire and throws it at the orange centipede.

Ranged Touch Attack vs. Orange: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Fire Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
It also deals 1 persistent fire damage and 1 fire splash damage.

Then she takes a few steps back.

Draw, Attack, Stride

Seeing a choke point, Rolo charges in.

Strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Second Strike: 1d20 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 5 = 17

Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Roakkad motions and whistles, and Tsharat hops back a step to make room for Gorthug. "Let them come one by one." In the meantime, he releases another arc of electricity that strikes the two nearest centipedes.

Casting electric arc (range 30ft, targets 2 critters). electric damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1. Red and Orange must make a DC 15 Reflex save. S: half, CS: none, F: full, CF: double

Cast x2, command animal | tsharat backs up

After much delay

With your combined abilities you kill two of the centipedes without any harm in return.

Neferet
Gorthug
Rolo
Roakkad
Centipedes Yellow -1, Green -1

Rolo slides the face of his hammer against a patch of stone, before looking around the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14