GM Tyranius Tyrant's Grasp (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

"No! Albo! When I get to the bottom of this..." The thought never finishes as the creature falls to combat. I'm back and caught up here.

Norreth Albo constant and quietly mutters blasphemies to himself as Vanyan has little idea what could have befallen the halfling.

Atium moves in and strikes at Albo but ends up shattering one of the display cases instead.

Atium meets the man's horrific gaze. Need a DC 18 Fort Save. Failure is 1d4 negative levels.

The creature has a gaze attack. Anybody within 30 feet meeting its gaze must make a DC 18 Fortitude save or gain 1d4 negative levels.

Norreth slams his full weight into Atium's legs.

Slam vs Atium AC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Slam vs Atium AC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Round 2
Atium (32/68; Raging 50/80; 1 Con Dam; Barkskin +3)
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Norreth Albo (DC 18 Religion to ID)
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Round 1
Tessenarin (39/39)
Aishe (34/34; 1 Con Dam; Misfortune Curse)
Vanyan (39/39; +11 temp HP; 1 str drain)
Vinas (48/63; 1 Con damage; 9 int, cha, wis Dam; Barkskin +3)

Round 1

Avoiding looking at the creature, Vanyan moves in and uses yet another 2 precious charges from the staff, again to cast Prayer.

Round 1/6: You and each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a -1 penalty on such rolls. No save.

Round: 1

Aishe, not knowing just how deadly the eyes may be as yet, and knowing nothing about the creature, moves into the room and, as a swift action, focuses on the creature, to get some chance of success (ranger focus).

Seeing his enemy, he locks eyes, if only for a second.
Fort: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 4 = 22 (curse) vs DC 18 or Neg Levels: 1d4 ⇒ 2

He then closes his eyes quickly, not wanting more of the same.

Crossbow (cold iron): 1d20 + 12 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 12 - 1 = 27 (curse, PB, focus) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 3 = 11 (PB, focus) Miss, low is bad for me: 1d100 ⇒ 63

"Close your eyes! Don't look at him! There's something bad about his eyes!"

Teseenarin tries to figure out if he knows what this thing is.

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Unsure what he can do to it, he begins to sing his angry song.

+2 weapons. We now have +3 vs the saves

(As Tessenarin goes before me, +1 to hit (as masterwork is already factored in) and +2 to damage for my attack please!)

"Nice tune Tess'." Aishe murmurs as he takes his shot.

save fort: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28DC 18

Atium uses his bare hands and even tries to bite at the arms and legs that are slamming into him. Too wrapped up in the thrill of the combat. He should be avoiding it's eyes, but the rage takes control.

attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 claw
attack: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 claw
attack: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 bite
attack: 1d4 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Confident in his faith, fortitude, and Tess's magic, Vinas advances boldly towards the tragic Albo. FORT: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 3 = 30. Once inside he tries to maneuver to an advantageous spot. Double move.

Tessenarin recognizes this unholy force as a Bodak and decides to power up his companions weaponry. They are very resistant to all weapons unless forged with cold iron as well as resistant to acid and fire. Their gaze alone slowly kills those around it turning them into Bodak's as well.

Aishe closes his eyes and manages to stick a bolt into Albo's shoulder as Vanyan gives a small prayer to the group. Vinas helps back Atium up in case more magic befalls the superstitious man. Atium claws and claws at Albo's chest but it seems incredibly resistant to his strikes. DR

Albo locks eyes with Atium as he mutters and spits under his breath. "Piss on your pathetic gods."

@Atium- Need a DC 18 Fort Save. Failure is 1d4 negative levels.

Also, those in the room not averting their eyes need to make a DC 18 Fort save as well. So Atium will need 2 saves.

Round 3
Atium (32/68; Raging 50/80; 1 Con Dam; Barkskin +3)
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Norreth Albo (-17)
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Round 2
Tessenarin (39/39)
Aishe (34/34; 1 Con Dam; Misfortune Curse)
Vanyan (39/39; +11 temp HP; 1 str drain)
Vinas (48/63; 1 Con damage; 9 int, cha, wis Dam; Barkskin +3)

Don’t forget prayer on your saves, you jackals!

Round 2

Vanyan curses as the nature of this horror is explained. He shakes dust out of his broken lightbox and urges it towards the creature. He stays out of range of the thing’s gaze.

Bodak takes -2 to attacks for 3 total rounds, no save and "causes the target to shed light as a candle, and it cannot benefit from concealment or any invisibility effects."

Round 2/6: You and each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a -1 penalty on such rolls. No save.

FORT: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15 SUNOFA Negative: 1d4 ⇒ 4 Bloody hell.

Vinas's hubris brings him down and he weakly swings at the bodak:

ATK: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 19 Nightmares of his time as a vegetable flash before his eyes.

I am giving my bottlecap to Vinas to reroll that save.

New FORT: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20 Boom, given that he'd also use his second smite. That means his TO HIT roll should be net 25 for DMG: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 8 = 17

He swings again! Bolstered by luck:

ATK: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 30 THREAT
Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 27 for DMG: 2d8 + 6 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (8, 3) + 6 + 4 + 8 = 29

Round: 2

Keeping his eyes closed, he continues to attack the beast as best he can, focusing on the hit, not so much on damage (deadly aim remains off).

Crossbow (cold iron): 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 1 = 29 (curse, PB, focus, prayer, song) damage: 1d8 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 6 = 18 (PB, focus, prayer, song) Miss, low is bad for me: 1d100 ⇒ 97
Crossbow (cold iron): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17 (curse, PB, focus, prayer, song) damage: 1d8 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 6 = 17 (PB, focus, prayer, song) Miss, low is bad for me: 1d100 ⇒ 52

Tessenarin maintains his song but remains out of the range of the Bodak's gaze, which also means he doesn't have a good line of site to shoot it.

Tessenarin concentrates enough to keep the weapons going as Aishe, even with his eyes closed, manages to land another bolt into Albo's squishy belly.

Vanyan's broken lightbox flares to life, illuminating the bodak's essence as it clings to the halfling. Vinas stabs where the light is located and rends his blade through Albo's backside, spilling him open. The man looks near death.

Round 3
Atium (32/68; Raging 50/80; 1 Con Dam; Barkskin +3)
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Norreth Albo (-81)
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Round 2
Tessenarin (39/39)
Aishe (34/34; 1 Con Dam; Misfortune Curse)
Vanyan (39/39; +11 temp HP; 1 str drain)
Vinas (48/63; 1 Con damage; 9 int, cha, wis Dam; Barkskin +3)

Atium did make a save -the first time- for the gaze attack. Rolled an 18 above. will save again as he is not averting his eyes.

Atium Death gaze: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 3 + 1 = 34 DC 18

He knows that his punches aren't doing much, he feels that he can wear down this opponent.

Some of his voice and speech patterns mix with that of the Raven's influence.
Don't talk about the Gods that way. For what is a body without a soul. What is a flower without a stigma.
You are an example that all is left is a withering weed.

attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 Claw
damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 Claw
damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 bite
damage: 1d4 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Atium's claws can't seem to get through as Albo smacks his big, meaty fists at him.

Slam vs Atium AC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Slam vs Atium AC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Round 4
Atium (27/68; Raging 45/80; 1 Con Dam; Barkskin +3)
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Norreth Albo (-81)
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Round 3
Tessenarin (39/39)
Aishe (34/34; 1 Con Dam; Misfortune Curse)
Vanyan (39/39; +11 temp HP; 1 str drain)
Vinas (48/63; 1 Con damage; 9 int, cha, wis Dam; Barkskin +3)

Save v. Gaze: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 2 = 33

"Rest is coming." It's not a battle cry, it's a word of succor. The tone a stark juxtaposition to the urgency of the swings.

Favored Enemy, Bard, Flank, Smite
Overhead: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 29 for DMG: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 16
Sideswipe: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 19 ??? DMG: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 19

Vanyan delays slightly before acting, hoping that another can kill the creature before he uses his precious magics.

Atium is last in acting, so delaying post to see results.

Does Vinas still have all that ability damage?

Atium is last in acting, so delaying post to see results.

Why would you delay? Kill it. Vanyan is waiting on you.

Vanyan roots for *WANK* to tear some stuff up.

@Vinas- Nope that returned with your sanity.

Vinas overhead chops down through Albo's chest, ending the presence of the bodak. A glimmer of hope returns to the halfling's eyes just before death, his final whisper is a small prayer to Sarenrae that seems lost on his lips as he passes.

Hanging around his neck you find:

Perception: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 4 = 13 (curse) vs DC 25

He checks his miss to see if it's any good. low is bad for me: 1d2 ⇒ 2

He opens his pack and takes out his last bolt. Placing it with the other into his quiver, he notices it's not full. Checking his pack again, he shrugs, "Well, I'm almost out of bolts." He looks to the others, "We'll have to head back to the forge before long or I won't be terribly helpful in battle. My Achilles heel you see. I need ammo."

He stands up ready to continue. "Let's end these cultists."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 = 25 Including prayer.

"By the blade that was... not easy. I agree Aishe. My heart is ever more hardened. Though, there is wisdom in prudence. I'm drained from our grim work. I could use a rest before taking the battle to its end as well."

”Out of bolts? Yeah, that’s not good,” Vanyan says. ”But maybe, just hear me out here...you could try not shooting the ceilings and walls so often with them? I dunno, maybe you could try to hit the bad things? I know you’re cursed and all, but still, I think it’s a sound idea. What do you think about that?” Vanyan offers a cheeky grin with his opinion.

1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 1 = 19 Perception

Vanyan takes his time to identify the Phylactery, but has no interest in the item himself. He supposes that if ever lives long enough to find a real town that he could live a long life of luxury...but that was probably never going to happen.

He picks up the holy symbol of Sarenrae.

”How could that halfling been one of Sarenrae’s? Seems like complete blasphemy to me, that it’s even possible. What’s next? Where are the heroes of the story to set this place right?” Vanyan opines emptily.

Happy to move on after others get healt.

"Yeah, I'm good for another three or four fights, really. Just planning ahead." He pauses, "Yeah, even with the curse."

He grins and lines up by the next door. Dropping a cold iron quarrel into place, he raises his crossbow, and is ready to go.

"Atium does not look very healthy. Vanyan, can you do something for him? Do we have a wand left by chance?"

"Atium does not look very healthy. Vanyan, can you do something for him? Do we have a wand left by chance?"

Vanyan offers vague words of agreement.

Not sure how to respond to this. The wand is available to all, they can do their own charges.

Aishe observes that these next two northern doors stand wide open.

A wide bench runs along the western wall of this room, facing a mural painted to look like a stained-glass window depicting a sunny landscape of rolling hills. Warmth and the smell of fresh wildflowers seem to emanate from the painting.

The Sarenite priests believed that feelings of calmness and well-being were important parts of the healing process, and so constructed this chamber to aid those recuperating from illness. The mural on the eastern wall has a powerful enchantment that provides light, mild heat, and a pleasant smell. The mural slowly repairs any damage inflicted to it. Despite all their efforts, the orcs and cultists of the Whispering Way were unable to dispel this enchantment, and now they just avoid this room.

Further north refuse is piled in the corners of this simple chamber, which is otherwise empty.

"this seems like a rather pleasant room. Perhaps it would be a good place to rest? Or should we keep adventuring?

Atium does get some healing from Vanyan with the wand.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Really using a lot of the charges from the nearly empty wand.

Let's go. Check out this whole place and see how we can get out of here.Maybe we can get lucky and find a place that will have a forge. Or a place where we can move the town forge. There's certainly some more raw materials here that can be used to craft you more arrowheads.

LoH: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 2) = 11 "Rest. Please. Here is a good option."

Aishe is ready to continue when Vinas, shortly, calls for a halt. "Ah oh. OK."

He falls back and thinks, "Do we want to leave and come back, resting in our usual spot? Or camp here?"

Vanyan looks around.

”Yeah, it’s been a rough day. We can probably find a place near here, right?” Vanyan scouts the rooms they have been in, but he isn’t too picky. The room where Vanyan’s token is in is fine. We can close off the doors and hope for the best, I dunno.

”Yeah, let’s get some rest. I can take another crack or two at what is ailing Aishe,” he opines. ”And I can try to recharge the staff a bit. Won’t be much, but every bit might help.”

Vanyan will sacrifice a spell to recharge the staff a bit, back up to 6/10.

Updated the CLW wands.

Atium rests. Happy to have some calm before the upcoming storm.

We should stay in here. The cheerful atmosphere that this picture brings is good. I like it.
If you guys want to stay in that other room, fine. We'll keep the door open, but this room smells good. I like a good smelling room.

"I agree with resting here. It seems the various creatures here have left this room alone, which bodes well for some peaceful rest."

Using the display cases you bar the pair of doors here and set in for the night for a bit of rest and healing. The night is not without incidents as the doors slam and creak from something pulling on them. Likely cultists investigating their wounded and dead among the ground floor. According to the voices mumuring on the other side they seem to believe this room to be left untouched due to the Bodak's abilities and leave it alone.

You are all now level 7!

Ah yeah!

Vanyan smiles when they survive the night, happy to be alive at all. He will take some time to pray and think upon past Pathfinders. At about the time breakfast is ready (probably more goodberries, right?), he will call Aishe over to try to fix his affliction.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Remove Curse
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Remove Curse And failure. Sorry buddy.

"This is one tricky one, Aishe. I just can't seem to knock it," he apologies. "I can try again tomorrow. Yeah man, I dunno."

"It's OK Vanyan. I know you're trying your hardest." Aishe doesn't even look glum. He's accepted his fate, but wonders about whether his new abilities, and more rapid shooting, are going to lead to complications. He'll certainly need bolts sooner than later at this pace.

He gathers his things, surprised they were not molested in the night by cultists. "Should we backtrack, or press on?"

"We will never give up on it though, we'll find a cure."

To Aishe, "I'm not a fan of leaving unknowns behind us. I want to press on, but I want to do it confident with what is behind us."

We are close to seeing the rest of this cathedral. Let us move on.
We can then go back to the forge and I'll make arrows for Aishe.

Continuing up the eastern path or back to the western side?

Vinas, full of vim and verve, directs the party by point his blade. "That way." Marked on map.

Vinas leads the way and opens the door on the eastern end of the cathedral. This room contains three long tables heaped with alchemical equipment, tattered tomes, and rotting body parts. The smell of decomposing flesh mixes with the pungent odors of various reagents to produce a nauseating atmosphere.

Standing in the room are three more of the powerful wights as they sort through a copious amount of notes and samples of different flesh. They don't seem to have noticed you.

Vanyan casts extended Barkskins on Vinas and Atium, Magic Circle Against Evil on Atium, and False Life upon himself as the party begins to explore. 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 temp hp.

If and when others are ready, Vanyan will offer a fireball to start the combat.

I will destroy them and their damn notes.

7d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 3, 6, 1, 6) = 25 fireball vs. DC 16 for half

Atium sees a line of fire stream out of Vanyan.

Shakra Drake!
and he enters a rage.
Rage 1/19 rounds

Oh definitely a spellcast with the lightbox as the focus. So...both?

Vanyan hopes his fireball burns the s!~@ out of the undead, who are probably jerks.

Tessenarin thinks "Time to watch Vinas pick his nose again I suppose," and waits for the battle to begin in earnest, pulling out his bow.