The Night March of Kalkamedes (Inactive)

Game Master Matthais777

Cyan grunts and falls to the ground as Myth's second arrow takes them in the chest.

PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!

Myth
Jian-Wei
Flix -21 [Stabalized!]
Pethjun -9
Angie
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BanditY
BanditV
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Delora -19 [Unconcious! Bleeding!]
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BanditG

Pethjun moves over to where cyan fell and stabs at green.

+2 to hit and +3 damage when flanking. -2 to hit and +4 damage for Power Attack

rapier: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 - 2 = 24
damage: 1d4 + 6 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 3 + 4 = 16

Watching the bandit slide into the woods and vanish from sight.

With the bandit gone, Angie sen Steps over to tighten up the ranks of his party so they can fight back to back and attacks another bandit(V).
5' step

Two weapon Katana Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 2 = 20
dice+base-TW
Katana Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Two weapon Wakizashi Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 2 = 11
Wakizashi Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Flix gurgles.

Green groans as he's stabbed by Pethjun and falls to the ground.

Violet takes damage, but strikes back with yellow striking from the forest!

Sickle: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (5) = 9
Sickle: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (2) = 11

But neither can land a blow.

FINISH THEM!

PATHFINDERS FIGHT! THE BOLD MAY ACT!

Myth
Jian-Wei
Flix -21 [Stabalized!]
Pethjun -9
Angie
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BanditY
BanditV -6
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Delora -19 [Unconcious! Bleeding!]

GM: I believe Yellow was hit for 12 points earlier by Angie...you mentioned Angie wounded him before he went into the forest...

Myth will step back 5' NE and fires two arrows at Yellow...if the first one drops him, he'll fire the second at Violet...if not, then both at Yellow...

Shortbow: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 20
Magic/Cold Iron Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 7

Shortbow: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 20
Magic/Cold Iron Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 6

Stable?: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (9) + 1 - 3 = 7
wow the dice do NOT like me this game. going to -4 HP next turn still not stable

Pethjun steps in to get violent of violet.

-2 to hit and +4 damage for Power Attack

Rapier: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 10 - 2 = 10 Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 4 = 13
Razored Tail: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 2 = 18 Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

Yellow went into hiding DC18 to spot, missed the check by one so I had to disengage and go after another.

With Blades flashing Angie Sen swings at the bandit(V).

Two weapon Katana Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 2 + 2 = 12
dice+base-TW+flank
Katana Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Two weapon Wakizashi Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 2 + 2 = 17
Wakizashi Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Luckily, those attacks are enough to take them down!

With a flurry of weapons, arrows, and grit, the final two bandits are taken down!

PATHFINDERS WIN! VICTORY!

But people are down and injured help is needed! Garmin calls out

OY! THE LASS BE BLEEDING OUT! HELP HER AND THEN GET THIS POOR BOY UP!

Dolora has a wand of CLW in her bag if someone wishes to use it on her instead of using their own spells or charges

A healing wand slips from Flix's backpack.

hint hint

The two people who are unconscious are the only ones capable of using wands of cure light wounds. The rest of us don't have it as a spell and don't have UMD.

Pehtjun takes the other potion he has and administers it to Dolora.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Welp, that's not enough to bring you back to consciousness, so unless someone else had the forethought to bring a healing potion or smelling salts with them, that's probably going to be end of adventure.

Pethjun will then start searching the bodies of the bandits for anything useful.

Angie Sen moves over to Dolora and gently pours a healing potion into her. The magic closes her wounds.
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"There you go, my potions come from Tien. They seem to work better than your western ones."

"Mine came from bigfoot I stabbed in the back."

Myth nods to his companions. "When Dolora comes around she can use Flix's wand to heal him up...no telling where Kalkamedes will lead us next..."

The rogue keeps an eye out for further trouble...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Dolora slowly stands, a little foggy after her period of unconsciousness. The quietly nods thanks to Angie and then heads over to Flix. She grabs her wand and begins to use it on him.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Flix from -4 to +1 HP
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Flix from 1 to 6 HP
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Flix from 6 to 11 HP
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Flix from 11 to full HP

Seeing him up and alert, she then tends to her own wounds.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Dolora from 8 to full HP

She sits for a second catching her breath, then notices Kalkamedes is still moving. "Thank you for your assistance, but our charge is still on the move"

Removing 5 charges from her wand. Her phantom has been shunted into her consciousness when it was made unconscious so will be unavailable until she has the time to summon and heal it.

Flix rolls over and inhales deeply. He rubs his face with his left hand; it tingles as feeling slowly comes back. Specks of dried blood cling to his hands as he pulls it back. He sits himself up and pulls himself up to his feet.

They packed quite a wallop. Sorry I wasn't able to help more. Seems you cleaned them up nicely. Thank you Dolora. Pethjun, let me see to that cut.

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Anige Sen gets a scowl on his face talking to Pethjun.
"That is not an honorable way to fight."

"Most things are bigger than us. It is called evening the odds."

Pethjun moves to keep up with the group.

Myth grins at Pethjun as he answers Angie Sen. ”May not be honorable, Angie, but considering they ambushed us, outnumbered us, and came close to killing two of us, I’ve got no problem with it. Probably not any less honorable than fighting from range with a bow...but I’ll not change that...”

Kalkamedes continues. He journeys north and then gradually gravitates to the northwest for two more hours.The light o f the sinking moon washes the sub-alpine valley ahead in silvery light. A squat, stone bunker crafted of dark rock sits nestled among the low trees, its domed roof barely peeking out from above the leafy canopy. As a cloud passes over the moon, the entire structure seems to fade from view,leaving a momentary void before the moon's light again illuminates it. Only a single entryway mars the smooth, windowless facade of the lone building.

Kalkamedes walks up to the entryway, A ten-foot wide stone archway, its keystone inscribed with a seven-pointed star wreathed in ancient markings, offers ingress into an unlit corridor built of cut stone blocks. Weathered script snakes its way up and down each side of
the entrance.

Steep stairs descend into this room, whose only other entrance is sealed by a massive set of iron double doors that block passage to the east and rest upon a dais of glistening black stone. To the west stands a statue of an elderly, robed man carved from the same dark stone, and in his hand he brandishes a slender golden wand that points toward the
door. Ancient script winds around the statue's round base, and dried leaves, dirt, and small animal bones are scattered about the room.

Kalkamedes walks up to the door... and bumps into it. Repeatedly. The door does not open for him.

Quite the digs around here. As Kalkemedes starts to butt up against the door. Whoa there, we gotta get this door open before he cuts himself all up.

Wonder what this writing is all about. Someone hold Kalk for a second. Flix takes out a scroll from his bag and casts the spell from it.

Cast Comprehend Languages from scroll.

Flix reads from the script at the entrance. "Enter the Black Edifice, locus of the Thrallkeepers, servants of the Runelord of Sloth."

Then at the statue's base. Those that would dare believe they are strong enough to oppose us shall learn that their strength is their weakness and our weaknesses are our very strengths.

Myth tries to see if he can open the door...he’ll check it for traps first...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

...and then attempt to open it or disarm any traps found...

Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Myth doesn't see any traps as looks over the door.

As he steps up to open it, while he doesn't find any lock, or device holding the door close, it's VERY heavy, and refuses to give at his first push.

He notices that he feels... a little funny standing on the stone dias in front of the door, but he can't quite put a finger on it.

Myth stands back, shaking his head. Recalling what was translated, he ponders. "I don't think this'll open by conventional means...'their strength is their weakness' might mean no one with any kind of strength can open the door...I did feel a bit funny why I was trying to open it..."

He eyes the statue holding the wand. "The statue points the wand at the door...can anyone detect magic on that wand? Maybe the wand, when activated, opens the door somehow..."

Scratching his chin Angie Sen looks up and around at his party members.
"A sloth is someone who is slow, lazy, and/or weak. Maybe if the weakest party member tries the door it will open for them, or try moving very slowly to open the door. Dolora, you seem to have the smallest arms, give it a try. Or we could try something truly weak like a pet mouse or something."
Angie Sen chuckles at his absurd joke, that a mouse could open the door.
"If the wand is real can someone tell us what type of wand it is? I could be a clue on how to open the door."

Dolora shoots a quick glance at Angie when he makes his suggestion, then realizes he probably wasn't insulting her. "I'll try the door in a minute. Let me check out this wand first"

Inspecting wand and also casting Detect Magic
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Dolora inspects the wand, and after some time studying it with spellcraft, realizes that the wand easily comes out of the statue's hand. It is a wand of ray of eefeeblement (16 charges).

"This wand can be used to temporarily weaken people. Maybe your theory is right and something about the door causes it to be easier to open the weaker you are. Someone might have left the wand here to assist people in entering."

Dolora walks up to the door and tries pushing it.

"Unfortunately I'm not quite as weak as I might look"

Strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Dolora has a STR of 12. Is there anyone here weaker? I assume this isn't just a normal STR check but there's my roll.

Dolora pushes on the massive stone doors... and they don't even pretend to budge. As she stands on the dias and pushes, she has the same... tingly feeling that Myth did.

Odd, should we weaken you further? Or weaken the door? I'm no good with these riddles. Gamin, what do you think? Flix continues to walk around and inspect the door and other features.

"We should make her as weak as she can be. Then have her try the door.

Angie Sen replies to Flix.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

Alright then. May I? Flix takes the wand and applies it to Dolora.

UMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
UMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
UMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

It takes a few tries to get the thing going but is finally able to activate the wand.

enfeeble: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Let's try this again!"

Now with a strength of 6!

Strength: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

hopefully the lower on the die roll is good too.

Sadly, no. But assuming she takes twenty...

Standing on the Dias, Dolora feels a surge of strength, more than she's ever felt before. Steadying herself, she digs her feet, and PUSHES. It takes a minute, but slowly, the doors swing open, grinding as they swing out.

Suspended by thick chains, a massive metal cage shaped like a demon's head hangs over a dark shaft with no bottom in sight. The cage's door-by all appearances a menacing maw, filled with incisor-like fangs-hangs open to the west. There, a narrow bridge spans the short distance between the ledge and the cage. A small console on the north edge of the bridge
bears a single lever.

Kalkamedes walks into the cage and stands still, as if waiting for the rest of the crew to join him in the decent below....

Going to move on and assume after some arguing, you agree to do so.

You ride the cage down hundreds of feet until you reach the bottom, as you step out, Palm-sized shards of jagged steel jut from halfway up the walls of this large cavern, bathing the cavern with a dark green light. A set of natural rock columns support the chamber's ceiling, which rises to a height of twenty feet. A small tunnel leads to the northeast, and several rounded alcoves branch off.

Kalkamedes steps forward, walking along. As he turns the corner, the team sees a circular alcove buds off from the larger cavern to
the north. An elaborate set of concentric circles inscribed
in dull metal of different colors occupies much of the space
within the room. Within it sits a gnome, who is dressed in threadbare clothes and has an unkempt mane of fuchsia hair. He sees them, and turns to run towards them, but stops as if at an invisible wall. He leans against it and shouts.

OVER HERE! OVER HERE! BY THE GODS PLEASE, OVER HERE, LET ME OUT!

Kalkamedes ignores him, walking slowly past him towards another crevase deeper in the cave.

COME ON MAN, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS WILL LET ME OUT WON'T YOU?! PLEASE, I'M GOING INSANE IN HERE!

Continuing to walk with Kalkamedes, Dolora quietly states to the others "We're here to protect Kalkamedes here. If we stop to help this guy, our ward might walk into danger. Not knowing who he is or why he's imprisoned I think we might have to ignore him for now and hopefully come back."

"Yes, sometimes you bigfoots make sense."

The gnome bangs against the invisible wall and calls out.

COME ON! PLEASE I'M BEGGIN YA HERE!

Kalkamedes meanwhile turns a corner into another alcove...

there, lying in a circle similar to the one that holds the gnome, is a beautiful woman. She is bruised, dirty, and her shirt is ripped off of one shoulder where she has tied it into a make shift bandage for her arm. She is clearly breathing, but doesn't look in the best shape.

HEY, IF YOUR GOING TO IGNORE ME, CAN YOU AT LEAST TELL ME IF THE GAL IS DOING OKAY? SHE STOPPED TALKING A WHILE BACK AND I'M KINDA WORRIED!

Kalkamedes stands in front of the alcove, unmoving. Apparently, this is his goal.

A quick survey of the room shows that the two alcoves do not allow the prisoners, for that is clearly what they are, to see each other. Behind them, the team sees a third alcove. A deep pool occupies much of this alcove. Suspended particles of dust cloud the stagnant water, but barely visible at the bottom are several dozen strange bones from otherworldly creatures.

"So this is where his nights have been trying to take him. I wonder if his goal is to help her or stop her?" Coloua studies the woman as well as she can without stepping into the alcove.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Know(nature) in in case the woman is fey or some such: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Know(arcana) in reference to both the presumed barrier and the woman: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Know(planes) in reference to both the presumed barrier and the woman: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Well dem's some bad rolls unless Planes is useful. Wish you could just take 20 on knowledge lol

Dolora is unable to determine what this woman is, though the aura of power she gives off indicates that she's not human, that's about all she can figure out about her.

The barriers however seem to be some sort of binding circle that prevents outsiders from leaving, using their magic, and weakens them as well. The gnome calls out again.

SHE OKAY? LOOK, SHE'S A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE, PRACTICALLY MY SIS. I'D REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GOT ME OUT SO I CAN CHECK ON HER! I'M A CLERIC OF NIVI, AND IF I COULD JUST GET TO HER I CAN HEAL HER! PLEASE LET ME OUT OF HERE!

"The person in the next cell appears to be alive." Angie Sen tells the gnome.

Myth whispers to his companions. ”Methinks he doth protest too much...”

He shrugs at the gnome. ”We know you not, gnome...you may be in here for good reason...but I’ll check on your ‘sister’ for you, if sister she be...”

Sense Motive on Gnome: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Myth cautiously approaches and studies the woman...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Felix follows Kalkemedes and the others. When the prisoners begin to plead for release he looks for some advice from Gamin. what do you think, Gamin. Do you know these folks?

Gamin is silent for a moment.

Gotta admit, bit conflicted me boy. On the one hand, it's wrong to leave someone to rot alone. On the other hand, you usually end up in a prison for one reason or another.

The gnome sighs and leans against his "Cage".

Like, interrupting a bunch of cultists for one of the runelords? Feels like it was ages ago... your boy over there looks like one of our party members actually. Spitting image in fact. To young to be Johannous though.

Myth feels like the gnome is telling the truth.

He takes a look at the woman, and she seems pretty beat up. Bruises, claw marks, ect. Some armor and a sword lies near her... it looks like she had the time to take it off, set it aside, and then bandage some of her wounds to staunch the bleeding before passing out... assuming she did it on her own of course.

Myth looks to his companions. ”She needs healing...one of you healer types can use my wand if you wish...”

The gnome whines.

Come on... I ain't that ugly am i? And a wand? I can use a PROPER spell and have her up in no time, rather than you sitting around all day futzing with a wand.

Completely ignoring the gnome, Dolora tentatively steps into the woman's cell. "I should be able to get back out if this goes wrong, but be ready to help me if I need it"

She approaches the woman and carefully reaches forward to touch her with her healing wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Just using a couple charges, don't want to heal her up too much if she's hostile