The shattered Shield -Core (Inactive)

Game Master Helikon

Tusk rubs his head and considers for a moment.

"Well, I guess so. Don't see the allure of all this ascension nonsense, but if we get the shard out of all this I guess it's OK. Still don't like rituals though. Something is bound to go wrong, I just know it."

Smiling she replies."Choose one of you to aid me. If you are true, the shard is yours!"
That one has to roll 5 skill checks. Either Use magic Device, Know Arcane or Spellcraft

@Helikon: Kargrom already rolled 5 checks in his last post - the results were 21, 24, 13, 22, and 24.

Khargrom steps up to the days and is pretty handily able to do the required steps.
Zaashakar yells her commands and you feel a wave of necrotic energy wash over you right into the pillars in the corner. Then a black ray, darker than the night shoots toward the ghoul and she gives a cry of triumph just to switch to a cry of pain of despair before falling to dust.
Suddenly you hear the childish voice again."I am free, finally free!Free from that evil witch! Please take me with you and allow me to serve Abadar with a righteous ally!”

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Khargrom eyes the childish voice and then walks up to it, "Well all right then, that's good to know." Quicker than a flick, he pulls his sap and tries to whack whatever it is on the head, "THAT WAS FER LYING! YOU AIN'T NO RIGHTEOUS ABADARIAN SERVANT! NOW WHO ARE YOU!?!"

Sap vs. Flatfooted: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 for Nonlethal Bludgeoning + Sneak Attack: 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (4) = 8

"Ouch, you hurt me. Now bring me to your master!"
You know he is lying.

Kent looks thoughtful.

"I am pretty sure that the scholars of the Grand Lodge wound be interested in studying that..."

Khargrom looks at Kent, "Well what do ya think I was trying to do? Alright buddy boy, you start actually answering our questions and maybe we can consider your requests. But you ain't going nowhere before we figure out if we released something that we shouldn't."

When the guy turns to dust, Hekk shouts, [pb]"SEE! I TOLD YOU!"[/b] In a lower voice he adds, "No good ever comes from magical rituals."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"You think its possessed? I think its possessed. We should just burn it and be done with it. No good comes from magical dolls. Sure as My names Tusk, it'll turn on you and stab you as you sleep. I was right before, and I'm right now."

Tusk announces his opinion as he glares at the squeaky doll thing.

At least this one doesn't look like one of us. Creepy enough as it is.

The idol answers."Well then listen!"
And remains silent, whatever you do.

Khargrom sighs, pulls out rope and begins binding up the idol thing. "Fine, whatever, we'll take you outta here. But we gotta do this smart-ish. Hold still."

Please make a fortitude check Khargrom

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 +2 vs. poisons/spells/spell-like

That’s about the 20th fort save this scenario, wowza!

With that Khargrom manages to wrap the idol in leather and you make a hasty retreat.
With the shard in your pocket and enough trinkets you quickly flee home. All is fine... apart from Khagrom. He becomes a golden ratch starting from his hands.

Is that a disease or a curse? If a disease, does it provide opportunities for saves to cure it? If so then Khargrom will request assistance from his allies to try to fight the disease as they leave (using Heal checks to grant a bonus on his saves). If all that isn’t allowed he will spend the prestige point to purchase remove disease or curse or whatever.

It is a disease. You can buy a antiplague. Unfortunately you can´t get a cure disease in this country
Conloss: 1d4 ⇒ 1, you also get 1 Cha damage.

Antiplague aren't Core, but I'll assume I can get one since you said so.

Khargrom goes and purchases an antiplague, quickly slamming it down. It does nothing. He considers purchasing another as his options seem to be dwindling.

Antiplague extra save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

How often do I need to make saves and how much time will it take to get to a location where divine healing is able to be purchased via prestige points? Do my allies get any chance to assist or not with heal checks?

Not quite sure what is happening, Khargrom at least feels that he may have been infected with something. Pulling out his old weather beaten guidebook given to him by his lodge when he first joined, Khargrom finally has a use for it. Flipping through he finds the section for Rahadoum and his eyes light up a bit, "ah good, three options in the city even!" He leads his allies around to various addresses. The first, an alchemist's shop is closed with no lights on inside and no response to knocking, "Eh, I don't feel that bad, let's check out the next place." Tromping over to it, the address is suspiciously vacant... as in a vacant lot. "Hmm... this guidebook maaaay be a bit outdated. Let's try number three, we can always go back to the first one in the morning when they open."

Option three is a simple little shop on the outskirts of a local university. "Tincture's All Natural Healing and Herbology" Khargrom heads in... to a cloud of thick incense. He sneezes and wipes his nose, "ah well, that is a strong smell." The noise of the sneeze drew the attention of the proprietor who wanders over, "Hey man, woah! A dwarf, are you real!?! I've never seen a dwarf before!"

After assuring him he is in fact a dwarf, Khargrom advises him that he works for the Concordance Pathfinder lodge and needs a bit of medical attention. The high elf nods and then gives a wink, "picked up a little something and don't want to go home to the ole lady with the evidence? Worry not, I'll clear up your indiscretion!" He hands Khargrom a vial and says "drink this, it'll help with the after affects of the purification." Khargrom slams it down, minty... The elf druid mumbles a few words in elven and touches Khargrom. He does not feel better. The elf eyes him, "hmmm... tricky little disease."

Remove Disease DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Khargrom sighs, "Do it again, I gotta get clear of this thing."

Remove Disease DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Finally feeling a bit better the dwarf thanks the elf dude and leads the group out of town, "We got what we wanted, and a lot more that we didn't. Let's call that good enough."

One Prestige Point spent per spell for a total of 2 Prestige Points spent.

Sheesh. For a dwarf that was unexpectedly nasty.

I am truly happy you did manage to do so.

This concludes this adventure. I will prepare the chronicles tomorrow.

Yay!

Thanks for running that. Please record this PC as dead.

Why record the PC as dead?

In any case, the chronicles are uploaded in the map section.
Kent, I do not have any info about you, so I can not report you.

Got it, thanks!