GM Jhaeman's "Dawn of the Scarlet Sun" (Inactive)

Game Master Jhaeman

Pulling herself together and putting on her happy face, which only looks slightly forced, Pai brightly chirps: "All right! Now! Which way to the old temple?"

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

She starts heading out...in the wrong direction. As soon as someone corrects her, her bright peach complexion flushes deeply as she giggles self-consciously. "Ooops! Guess I got turned around there. Lead on, fearless leader!" Focus on the task at hand. That's behind me now. Whew! All done! Yup, sirree. Gonna check out a ruined temple. Gonna be bad people and monsters in there, for sure. Criminals, yup. Gonna keep murdering people if we don't stop 'em. Yup, sirree. Fortunately for the group, her endless nervous-pep-talk chattering is only in her mind for now.

Knowledge (local), Inspiration, Take 10: 10 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 8 + (4) = 22

”Perhaps this way would be more efficient,” Angoldir suggests as Pai departs. ”But we would best served by remaining on our guard as we approach. If there are other servants of Shax at the shrine, they will no doubt gladly add us to their list of victims.”

Following Kasadei's brief instructions, you make your way to the old shrine of Sarenrae. It looks just as abandoned as she said. The shrine's stone walls still stand, but the wood-shingled roof that once sheltered the single-story building has fallen in almost completely. The shrine’s front door has fallen away as well, and the stained-glass windows lie shattered, covering the ground nearby with colourful shards. A small graveyard, overgrown with weeds, stands just off to the side of the structure.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Dru stays on her guard, but doesn't see or hear anything unusual

Abaal returns from around the corner attired in his dark blue robes and holding the shreds of his dress.

"Honestly, how to you fight in these things." he asks Drusilla.

Tossing away the scraps, he draws his black blade and scans the area for sound or movement.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Ready?"

He'll swig a couple of potions as well.

potion of cure light wounds (x2): 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 = 10

Before he can drink his potions, Dru offers her magic wand to use

I do have that one, if you want to spare your potions. I'm sure Gruniak can heal us with it. Better play safe we don't know what awaits us.

Using two charges of my wand on Abaal, if GM don't mind, and a few on whoever needs it, feel free to roll (30 charges left after Abal and me), and I'm back to full HP

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Now that they're at the creepy, abandoned shrine-thingy, Pai's attention is fully taken by the task at hand. Oooh! Creepy graveyard! Wonder if anything's gonna come out of that. And all dark in there, of course. It doesn't look that big, but maybe there's a basement or something. OOH! Or a...secret tunnelllll! Secret tunnellllll! She briefly starts humming softly as she visually inspects the area, then stops humming and begins sneaking toward the shrine by arcing around to the left of the group.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Grunyak helps with the wand applying the healing cures as necessary. "I asked who needed healing earlier, I guess you all were busy. I like to heal right after battle straight away as you never know."

After the impromptu triage, Grunyak helps to examine the outside of the building and graveyard with the rest of the group. perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

The group fans out and looks around the exterior of the abandoned shrine.

Pai continues circling the building, then reports back to the group to share what she saw. Spoilers open.

Listening to Pai at was she discovered, "Perhaps dig up what buried to see what they try to hide?"

”Or their bodies used for some necromantic ritual,” Angoldir answers grimly. ”But further answers may lie beyond the door. Grunyak, do you still have the key?” The investigator walks over to the hidden door and starts examining the area carefully for dangerous surprises.

If the group is fine with waiting the few minutes, Angoldir will Take 20. Otherwise, roll is included in spoiler.

Perception, Trapfinding, Take 20: 20 + 9 + 2 = 31

@GM Jhaeman: Did Pai notice any other potential exits when she circled the building?

"I have the key here." He hands it to Angoldir. "Not so abandoned or ruined afterall."

Grunyak walks over to the graves briefly while Angoldir works hoping to learn anything useful from the graves.

"What could they do with old bones?" "Why do they remove the hearts of the victums?" Grunyak thinks about all the dark religioua practices he has heard of.
knowledge religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"I have the key here." He hands it to Angoldir.

"I too have a key that can open most any door." Abaal says brandishing his adamantine falchion.

Grunyak walks over to the graves briefly while Angoldir works hoping to learn anything useful from the graves.

Anyone got a shovel? Otherwise that might be a looooong while.

Pai watches the guys poking around in the graveyard with a bored expression on her face. "Hate to break it to you guys, but the longer we poke around out here, the longer they have to notice and prepare for us in there. Let's just use the key on the almost-hidden door over here. I mean, we could check out what's inside the other open doorway, but my guess is there are about a million ways for us to accidentally alert them to our presence if we do that. And probably not much to show for it, if anything."

She suddenly feels antsy, realizing that dug up graves likely mean undead are in her future. And she really, really doesn't like undead. She really, really doesn't want to think about it. Like, at all. 'Cause it's scary as all heck. A shudder runs through her diminutive frame as she repeatedly shifts her weight from one foot to the other, trying (and failing) SO HARD to avoid remembering that ghast. Come ON! Let's go DO SOMETHING! I can't STAND waiting!

Yaiho moves up to the door and waits for it to be unlocked before barging in.

Quietly, Abaal barges in.

Pai watches the guys poking around in the graveyard with a bored expression on her face. "Hate to break it to you guys, but the longer we poke around out here, the longer they have to notice and prepare for us in there...."

"Agreed."

He inspects the supposed door for a moment and then a darkness falls over the wall, and is gone, faster than an soaring eagle's shadow.

+1 adamantine falchion v secret door (overhand chop, power attack): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 damage: 2d4 + 16 ⇒ (3, 3) + 16 = 22
THREAT! (Maybe. He's never critted a door before.)
confirm?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24 damage: 2d4 + 16 ⇒ (3, 3) + 16 = 22

Abaal returns the falchion to its sheath. The blade settles into place with an audible click.

If the door falls away in two pieces, Abaal steps aside, and gallantly allows others who want to to go first, otherwise he will. If he doesn't murder the door, he shrugs ("Good door."), and lets whomever wants to to use the key.

Angoldir barely blinks as Abaal’s blade cuts the air next to his face. ”Well, that is certainly one method of detecting traps or other safeguards,” he states as he moves to allow Yaiho to take his place next to the door. ”Though a word of warning would be appreciated next time in the event that your blade finds a surprise waiting on the other side.”

Pai is incredulous. "Are you kidding me? We have the key right here! What the fudge, man..." Is he stupid? He didn't seem stupid before...

She is so confused.

Abaal loudly cuts the door in half, revealing a small chamber that contains nothing more than a narrow, winding staircase that leads about ten feet down onto a stone floor. Strange shrieking starts up from below, and in between the inarticulate cries, you hear the sound of shuffling feet!

Please see Slide # 7.

Strange shrieking starts up from below, and in between the inarticulate cries, you hear the sound of shuffling feet!

How strange? Like bats, or like a mom when their child hasn't cleaned their room, and she's had too much wine? Is it one voice or many?

"Right. Who will bear the torch?"

”Since you seem so intent on announcing your presence to everything within the city block, perhaps you should carry the light,” Angoldir replies. ”The better to illuminate the brilliancy of your actions.”

"Haha! Good one." Pai's nervous chatter is beginning to form in her head. Undead undead undead undead... It's a rhythm that she cannot shut off, but at least it isn't roaring...for now. She fidgets, waiting at the edge of a dreaded confrontation.

”Since you seem so intent on announcing your presence to everything within the city block, perhaps you should carry the light,” Angoldir replies. ”The better to illuminate the brilliancy of your actions.”

"Very well." Abaal tosses the magical torch down the stair, and in a swish of robe follows quickly after.

If the ceiling in the stairwell is high enough he leaps down the stairs, allowing him to have some movement left when he reaches the bottom, and sees what there is to see. If he can and does jump he has 20' of move left. If he can't jump he takes the stairs and only has 10' left at the bottom, and if he falls he grumbles about the slippery floor, and uses whatever actions he has left to rise to his feet.

(Maybe) acrobatics (standing long jump): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Yaiho steps through the ruined door and goes down the stairs, sliding past Abaal to stand beside him at the bottom of the stairs.

...and he throws the torch. ...What? If I was down there, I'd grab the torch and put it out. Dufus. Whether fortunately or otherwise, Abaal's lack of professionalism is distracting enough to break the cycle in Pai's mind. There is so much of his behavior that she just can't understand. Speaking to those who haven't descended, Pai asks: "Uh, why are we letting him lead? 'Cause he's...not good at it."

Descending the staircase, you find yourself in a brick-lined catacomb. Filaments of pale fungus grow along the walls, while a thick layer of mud lies on the floor showing numerous human-sized footprints running along the center. In the flickering torchlight of the dropped torch, you can make out tangles of pale yellow mushrooms in a row near the edges of the chamber. But this is no time for mycology, as three putrid walking corpses, their eyes glowing with red light, shriek out in raspy voices and attack!

On your turn, you can try to identify the creatures.

Initiative (Round 1)

Drusilla
Angoldir
Pai
Undead
Abaal
Yaiho
Grunyak

Bold may go!

Speaking to those who haven't descended, Pai asks: "Uh, why are we letting him lead? 'Cause he's...not good at it."

"If you prefer to stay back, you may do so. I will not dispute your courage for coming as far as you have."

knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Whatever they are they, certainly seem hostile."

Knowledge (religion), Inspiration: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 7 + (6) = 32

”They are wights,” Angoldir replies steadily. ”You are correct in your assessment that they are hostile. In particular, their touch is quite dangerous to living creatures as it sucks away a year of your life part of your soul. Try not to die from that, or you’ll end up in a similar state of existence as them.” The elf nods at Drusilla, Pai, and Grunyak. ”However, they are dependent on physical contact to inflict harm on the living. Your skills and abilities to fight from a distance may prove quite useful here. A shame those two rushed downstairs, or we might have been able to lure them outside.” He pulls out a small bottle of milky-white liquid and drinks the contents before pulling out his bow.

Standard to drink extract of shield, move to draw weapon.

Not sure if I can shoot them from where I am, and they are quite close already..Better get cautious with these ones

Dru seems to hesitate between her bow and her morningstar for a few seconds

GM:if I look at the map, I'm a bit high on the stairs and don't have LOS on the wights, am I right?

Grunyak bringing up the rear, acclaims, "This is nasty stuff, but it is not made with hearts and bones.".

Drusilla, you're about halfway up the stairs and around the corner from the wights. You'd have to move into the room to get LOS on them.

That's what I tought.

Dru takes her morningstar and descend the stairs, putting her back to the wall, near Yaiho, and preparing herself to fight. Sh'es ready to put all her weight in the blow, knowing that these foes are very dangerous, and the sonner they will be down, the better

Ready Power attack: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 = 26
Dmg, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 12

”They are wights...”

Okay, not ghasts. It's-okay-it's-okay-it's okay! And I can keep away from them...

Pai peeks down at the mass of Pathfinders packed single file on the stairs. Two thoughts flash through her mind almost simultaneously: Heh. Lotsa meatshields. and What are we, amateurs? She calls down to everyone else: "Uh, guys? This isn't going to work. Come back up here! You can draw them out and then we can deal with them one at a time or something! ... For the love!" Her exclamation at the end comes out quavery, as the terror of dealing with scary-scary undead wars with her irritation at the group's foolhardy tactics.

Drusilla, you're about halfway up the stairs and around the corner from the wights. You'd have to move into the room to get LOS on them.

The same I think goes for Angoldir who probably can't actually identify the monsters until he's had a chance to see them. Abaal still has at least 10 feet of movement left I was saving from last round to move out of the way once he saw what there was to see. If he needs to move out of the way for others to get down (though stairs are difficult terrain and not everyone started out as close to them, etc...).

Drusilla swings her morning star with all her might, and a sickening crunch echoes through the room as it crushes the shoulder joint of the nearest wight. Undeterred, the creature reaches out its other arm towards the Spear-Maiden before moving further into the melee. Instants later, its foul allies join in the attack! But the skilled warrior stands her ground and knocks back their deadly limbs.

The Black wight has been damaged (by Drusilla), did an attack against her, and then a 5’ step to the right. The Yellow and Blue wights did move actions to advance and then attacked as well. All of them missed--whew!

These stairs aren’t difficult terrain, for what it’s worth. (my understanding is stairs are only difficult terrain if considered very steep, and since this is PFS, I’ll only apply that if called out as such in the adventure)

Initiative (Round 1)

Drusilla
Angoldir
Pai
Undead
Abaal
Yaiho
Grunyak

Bold may go!

In Abaal's hands the black falchion flashes in the magical firelight like a fan blade. The swordsman's blows are aimed to open path through the lead zombie.

+1 adamantine falchion v black (power attack): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 damage: 2d4 + 14 ⇒ (2, 3) + 14 = 19
THREAT!
confirm?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 damage: 2d4 + 14 ⇒ (3, 1) + 14 = 18

+1 adamantine falchion v black (power attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 damage: 2d4 + 14 ⇒ (4, 4) + 14 = 22

Yeah probably. This is where all the good rolls went. If that incapacitates the lead wight [it better! ;)], Abaal steps up into its space unless Yaiho, or Grunyak wants it.

Abaal destroys one of foul undead with a powerful swing, and then moves forward to damage a second!

Abaal, you destroyed the Black wight with your first hit, so unless you'd rather otherwise, I'll assume you 5' step forward and do the second attack against the Blue wight which is now badly damaged.

Sounds like a plan to me.

Grunyak steps forward pulling his silver hammer symbol from its tethered spot on his belt.

channel positive energy to harm undead Dc 12 for half: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6) = 12

"Fell the light of life!" "Remember it and return to your natural death state."

With no path open to engage with the undead, Yaiho merely lends his support for his allies to finish them off without being hit.

"Nice sound Abaal. Crunching of bones and rending of flesh, sing like bird in morning."

No action taken this round. I should think about getting at least a throwing weapon.

The divine might of Torag, God of the Dwarves, shines through the room, instantly destroying one of the wights!

Blue failed its save and is destroyed; Yellow made its save and is only slightly damaged.

Initiative (Round 2)

Drusilla
Angoldir
Pai
Undead
Abaal
Yaiho
Grunyak

Bold may go!

Angoldir steps forward, motioning for Pai to stand between him and Grunyak. ”It sounds like they have things well under control, but a story can change without warning. Perhaps you will make the difference here between a happy and a sad chapter.”

5 ft step.

Qadar flits over to Pai’s shoulder, warbling softly in her ear. ” भाग्य पर भरोसा रखें। आप शेष राशि को बहाल करने के लिए यहां हैं।” Soft light gently surrounds the gnome as the bird offers a bit of guidance.