GM ZD Hall of Flesh Eaters (Inactive)

Game Master Z...D...

Dragall tries to strike red Ghoul.

greatsaxe: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Take that!"

Dragall cleaves the ghoul in half.

Aroden maintains Inspiring Sword and takes a 5' step so he is out of Celewen's way.

Kaepora continues his assault!
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 26
Damage Roll: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 8

The shadow steps over so that nothing interrupts its way. It makes two attacks against the remaining ghoul.
1st Slam Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 28
1st Slam Damage Roll: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 6
2nd Slam Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 20
2nd Slam Damage Roll: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 7
1st Slam Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 18
1st Slam Crit Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 5
18 Damage from the Shadow and 8 From Kaepora if all attacks connect. I think its dead(er).

Yeah that will end it.
Out of Combat

Now with the undead gone, you notice the rest of the room.

The ceiling is 20 feet high near the walls and rises to 30 feet at the apex. The patch of rotting gray-green flesh is roughly 20 feet in diameter and 10 feet tall, and it bears hundreds of jagged, poorly-healed scars from the local ghouls’ relentless feeding.

You notice one passage choked with rubble, and it would require extensive work to excavate.

Towards the rear of the chamber on the western wall, find another door.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Kaepora notices nothing unusual. "Do we want to work together and clear out the rocks, or wait until after we feel we have thoroughly explored?"
If a few other people are for it, both Kaepora and his Shadow will partake.

Just as Pai is about to send another blast of lightening careening toward the last target, it tumbles to the floor, vanquished. "Well, that was quick. I thought that'd be harder. Oh, well." She hops over the detritus of the battle, striding into the room beyond.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Pai glances around the room with curiosity, but can't keep her eyes off the blob of rotting flesh. The stench is putrid, and burns her nostrils.

"What is that thing? Or what was it?" She asks in a strained voice that sounds like she's almost choking on the pungent odor of rot. And is it going to pop up and get us?

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
"There's a secret door over there," says the wizard.
"But that pile of flesh. .. what is it?"
He casts Detect Magic.
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Aroden scans the mass and is nearly overwhelmed by the strong aura of necromancy radiating from it. He believes it is what is fueling the undead and making them stronger.

"Yes, Kaepora, I believe we should hold off on any digging until we know nothing else is going to sneak up on us. That wouldn't be fun. Nope. Nope. Nope. We'd all have our backs to the room while we dug. And we'd be making so much noise, we wouldn't hear them. They'd be on us before we even knew they were there." Hearing Pai's question, he turns to face the big pile of yuck. "I was wondering the same thing. How do we even know if something like that is alive or dead or undead? Just because it isn't attacking us, that doesn't mean it isn't just waiting until we are alseep before it oozes its way over and absorbs us. Sheeze, what a way to die. Having a nice dream about planting daffodils in the little garden under the front window of your home and then everything goes dark. You cannot breath. You wake but cannot see. Something is on top of you, keeping you from moving." He shudders. "I think I've had dreams like that before. The elders said there was nothing holding me down, but I swear it felt like there was." At that, his face turns grim. He loads up another magic stone and hurls it at the giant blob, waiting for something to happen. If nothing does, he rambles on some more and then pokes it with his sickle. I have a scroll of detect undead if we want to be sure.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"A secret door? Aroden, are you sure? Oh! I see it now too. Good eyes! Yeah, I think we need to check that thing out first."

"Good idea, Celewen."
And so, checking the spoiler...
"Well, I suppose we will need to excavate. But we should first destroy this necromantic abomination before moving on."
Aroden waits to see the impact of the sling bullet; he prepares to move up and begin hacking at the blob with his sword. He also has a vial of holy water if needed.

The magical stone leaves a decent sized hole in the blob. However, after a few seconds, the fleshy mound begins to close up.

"So that would take some time, hacking it apart faster than it can regrow.
And excavating that tunnel would take even more time.
I think Celewen is right, we should make sure nothing else can sneak up on us while we are engaged in a time-consuming task. Let's check that door at the end of the room."

So any preference on what to do before heading in.

The agents head further into the room and stack up on the door.

"Crud. I wanted to kill this thing 'til it was dead, but if it regenerates that quickly... Ugh. Maybe something further in will give us an edge. Here's hoping it doesn't grow real fast and block us in after we're past it." Pai is clearly fixated on and paranoid about this necrotic mass.

Pai will agree to move on to the north door. As everyone moves towards it, Pai will make sure to keep as far from the smelly blob as possible, preferably with someone between it and her whenever possible. She will of course be paying more attention to it than anything else until either she's well within the next room or something else draws her focus.

"Let's try to hit this thing together. It may not be as fast to regenerate. Maybe we can do more damage than it gets regenerated, so we can ruin it after some time. I have the feeling that the fire has caused a lot of damage."

Dragall starts hitting with his greataxe.

Kaepora agrees with Pai. "Suppose this flesh mound sprays a dangerous toxin when it eventually dies. Best to play it safe, hoo hoo!"

"How about you watch that far door, Kaepora, to make sure nothing comes through, and I will join Dragall and whoever else wants to in destroying the blob. If it empowers the undead in here as I suspect, we should destroy it before facing any more of them."

Dragall changed my mind.

Ok, time to fast forward. It has hardness 2 and 300hp, also fast healing 5. Which I am not dragging out via PBP

The agents move to the mass of flesh and start working on it. After a minute of two of hacking and slashing and beating on it, it finally deflates.

Next room

This large chamber has a relatively low ceiling. The far southwest wall is set at an angle, and against the center of the wall sits a heap of bones and skulls resembling a large makeshift throne. To the left of the throne sits an oak and brass sea chest, carved with images of sea serpents chasing their own tails.

The ceiling here is only 10 feet high. The only furniture in the room are the throne made of bones and skulls and the sea chest.

On the throne sits another undead. In front of it are two more festrogs. They do not immediately attack like the others.

The one sitting on the throne begins to speak, "So you were the ones making all of the ruckus in the halls. Welcome, I am Rajhan Vul."

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
"Ghastly."
I have no problem talking, but also no problem with just initiating combat if anybody has strong feelings about destroying the undead. Whatever the party wants to do.

I recall playing this with a life oracle. As soon as she stepped in, instant popped off channels. Argument "it is intelligent why did you attack". Counter "it is still undead"

I am fine with both options.

"Funny, I don't recall undead having names. Usually we just call them abominations."
Kaepora draws his sword, and his shadow poses to strike.
Pharasmin, I am totally on the KILL IT WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE train.

"And usually they just call us 'lunch'. But if it can talk, maybe we can learn something useful here. But I'll follow your lead, guys, since you're the experts." Pai's voice shakes slightly with...anticipation? fear? adrenaline? Yes, definitely adrenaline. We'll just go with that.

Pai wants to kill them, but after trying to learn what the heck is going on down here.

Dragall holds his axe firmly in his hands.

"I'm aghast at your behavior. It's talking to us when it's Vul-nerable, and you're planning on just killing it. Maybe it's got something to say about this place, or about how best to avoid 6 hours of digging." Ai steps forward and starts talking.

Diplomancy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"Hello, Mr. Vul. Yes, we do apologize for the ruckus, but it was somewhat important that we move quickly. You see, we don't have an eternity, unlike someone in your position. I don't suppose you know our friend Mazzer Thrent? He left something here, and we're supposed to retrieve it. You wouldn't happen to know where it is?"

Not the best roll, but I'll go for it anyways.

Mazzer Thrent, that was some time ago. He too liked to cause a ruckus. Did you notice the collapse in the other room, that was him. It pauses for a moment to look over the PC's, "Other than the wounded crew members he sacrificed to me in exchange for safe passage out, I am not sure if he left anything."

One of the festrog attempts to move closer to the PC's, Vul screams at it, "Did I say move, get back here" Strangely enough, the festrog listens and goes to kneel in front of the throne again.

"Sorry about that. They are not the most intelligent servants, but I have to work with what is available."

Pai mutters: "Safe passage out?" But there's only three of them... And we probably just killed those crew members... Turning, she peeks out the door into the other room, checking to see if they're trapped or about to be ambushed.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Trusting undead. Very foolish. Kaepora thinks to himself, weapon still drawn and still at the ready to kill the first undead that gets even the wrong idea of approaching.
Dedicated Pharasmin. Of course I will never trust an undead, even an intelligent one.

"Hmm."

Aroden sheathes his sword and walks out of the room. Once out of sight, he draws his scroll of Haste and lingers near the doorway.

I do not want to be in melee range of an enemy when initiative is rolled.

Dragall follows Aronden out of the room but ready to attack if needed.

Upon seeing Aroden and Dragall exit the room as well, Pai mutters to them in a low voice: "Oh, party out here, huh? Or are we leaving? I didn't hear what it said. But it looks like there's only three of them. If we can keep our distance, I think we can take 'em."

Will we attack or ...?

Ai wanted to talk, I'm letting him talk. But I wanted my scroll of Haste in hand if a fight starts, so I had to get out of sight to draw it.
I'll do whatever the rest of you want, but I felt I didn't need to be part of Ai's conversation with the ghast.

"And these crew members, were they, by chance, worshiping the big blob outside this room?" Ai looks over her shoulder, acutely aware that her friends seem to be leaving behind her. "Because there was, er, an incident with some of your servants and the blob...the blob didn't make it. We're sorry if that was something you wanted to keep around." She takes a step back.

I mean, I'm not looking to leave them alive. It's just that Vul's probably been here a while, he might know something about the big blob of flesh we hacked to death.

I'd love to start fighting but I'm not really the strongest here.

"Actually no, we are not sorry." Kaepora says to the undead abomination. "As we are not sorry for what will happen to you either." Feathers ruffled, and his shadow reflecting this, he holds his weapon at the ready.

Ready Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Ready Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

The shadow also readies itself for the offensive.
Ready Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Ready Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Peaking around from behind the others, the little Halfling pipes up. "You appear to be very calm. If that throne means this is your kingdom, then you know that we have destroyed most of it already. Are you attempting to parlay to keep yourself alive or are you so confident in your abilities that you still feel we are not a credible threat?"

Waxing meta, I assume we are supposed to wack this guy, but I'm perplexed as to why it is talking to us. Does it have a clue we need?

After a moment, he asks another question. "What are you even doing here? What was that blob in the previous room? What are you hoping to accomplish here, knowing that most organizations like the Pathfinders would most likely send a party to destroy you once they knew of your existence?"

Per the scenario, he is just really bored and has not talked to anyone in a really long time. He offers you a parley and if you succeed at a diplomacy check after modifying his mood, he would have left you alone for 24 hours. Most likely enough time to excavate the hallway.

I am well aware of your slaughtering of my servants. More will just have to be created." As the others move away and Kaepora readies, We did not agree on you safe passage out yet and I do not appreciate you raising your weapon against me, when I did not threaten you. Such disrespect, you do not deserved to be spared"

Ai go

Ai frowns as the ghost threatens her and her fellow Pathfinders, then gives him a cold, hard stare. She looks at him, sitting alone on his cold, bone throne, and a piteous laugh wells up inside of her. Before it can escape, she sends it toward Vul, then sidesteps to be further behind Kaepora and his shadow.

Stare, then Hideous Laughter (DC 17) with a 50% chance to ignore it each round on Vul. Going for broke on CCing the "boss".

Vul seems to ignore the spell fro now.

Vul moves to attack Kaepora, attempting to bit the tengu. He misses. So Kaepora's initiative now adjust to right before vul

Initiative Bold May Go
Ia
Kaepora
Vul
Dragall
Pai
Aroden
Festrogs
Shadow
Celewen

Aroden moves a bit and reads his scroll of Haste. He selects Kaepora, Ai, the Shadow, Dragall, and Pai. Celewyn and himself are omitted (only gets 1 creature/level, scroll is CL5).
+1 attack, AC, and Reflex saves; up to +30' move or double your base speed, whichever is less; +1 extra attack when making a full attack action.

Dragall moves closer to blue Festrog and tries to hit it.

greataxe- haste: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 = 17
damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Dragall destroys the festrog in one swing.

Initiative Bold May Go
Ia
Kaepora
Vul
Dragall
Pai
Aroden
Festrogs
Shadow
Celewen

Celewen cheers as the festrog is destroyed!

With a sudden burst of energy, Pai zips into the room and, flinching, lets fly a surprisingly loud blast of electricity from her outstretched hand.

Electric blast vs. Touch AC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 112d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13
She applies Thundering Infusion to her blast. If the blast hits a foe and penetrates spell resistance, that foe becomes deafened until the deafness is removed, even if the blast doesn’t deal damage. A DC15 Fortitude save negates the deafened effect.

She takes 1 point of burn for the Thundering Infusion.

As soon as she does so, the tiny crackles of electricity that had been surrounding her increase in intensity, causing her short shock of brilliant orange hair to stand on end with static electricity. Elemental overflow is activated now that she has taken a point of Burn.