GM Hawthwile's What the Helms Hide (Inactive)

Game Master Hawthwile

Zornesk moves through the mist and attacks red.

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Genryl steps into the mists and then tries to lash out at the man in the red mask, clearly not happy about how long it has taken his legs to get around to here. Stupid stubbly gnome legs!

He takes up a fighting position and tries to puncture the skin of the masked person.

'*grumble*’ Poke (Mwk Longspear), Inspire, Divine Favor:: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 16
Piercing Damage, divine, inspire: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 7
Please let this be as good as the last set!

The small gnome-human-dwarf-looking oread then pulls out another bottle of rice wine and spritzes a small amount of it onto Spar keeping him large.

@Eranahu, please be sure to indicate what qualifies as a miss when rolling a miss chance.

Eranahu demonstrates the grace and skill for which the elven people are renowned for as his arrow seems to fly effortlessly through the air to pierce the horned figure's side. Zornesk isn't quite used to his new form though and swings his sword a moment too early, the tip almost grazing the staggered figure's torso.

Genryl lunges with his spear, piercing the helmed figure's chest. The figure falls silently, but before they hit the floor their form starts to dissolve into the same blue mist swirling throughout the library. "The tide is turning!" Eylysia calls triumphantly. "Keep up the pressure!"

The sound of spellcasting interrupts the gnome as the floor underneath Zornesk and Genryl erupts with slippery grease...

Zornesk Reflex, Bonus: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 20
Genryl Reflex, Bonus: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 11

...and while Zornesk keeps his feet underneath him, Genryl finds himself flat on his back as the domino-masked figure approaches and stands over him with their sword held ready.

@Genryl, Green provokes an AoO from you due to moving through a threatened square.

A little bit of reorganizing in the round tracker as turns start to consolidate.

Memory
Round 4! Bold may act!
MacDermot (+4)
Red
Spar (+4)
Khabash (+4)
Blue (-5)
Zornesk (+4)
Eranahu (+4)
Genryl (+4, Prone)
Green
Eylysia

Environmental Effects:
- Blue misty streams give concealment (20% miss chance) to creatures within or on opposite sides
- Sera's Khabash's presence grants all PC's a +1 morale bonus to saving throws and 5 temporary hitpoints
- Inspire Courage +1
- Green square is difficult terrain that requires a DC 10 Acrobatics check to successfully move through

What do you do?

Well, it worked so well last time... MacDermot thinks, croaking out another shockingly loud blast.

Ear-Piercing Scream on Green: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Hopefully he biffs the Fort save as well.

Turning back to his undazed opponent, he waits for the antler-masked foe to advance.

Spar shrinks down to a more normal physique. Seeing his opponent down, he circles the pillar in the mist, holding one hand against the stone to keep his bearings, and comes around next to the domino-masked Decemvir. Infusing his scimitar with acid, he slashes at the them.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 and acid: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Still used another dosage on you! Sorry if that wasn't clear.

Also GM, was that a spell or spell like effect? Genryl has a +1 to those saves so if a 12 passes he should be okay.

'*grumble AoO*’ Poke (Mwk Longspear), Inspire, Divine Favor: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 14
Piercing Damage, divine, inspire: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 10

Whoops, silly me. Didn't read carefully enough. In that case, here's a re-rolled damage for Large scimitar.

DMG: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

@Genryl, a 12 does not pass unfortunately.

Green Will, Bonuses vs DC 13: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 2 + 4 = 20

The figure in the domino mask seems to ignore the worst of MacDermot's croak and easily dodges the prone Genryl's spear, but Spar's massive blade cuts deep into their shoulder and leaves them staggered for a moment before they fall to their knees and begin to dissipate into the mist as well.

Memory
Round 4! Bold may act!
MacDermot (+4)
Red
Spar (+4)
Khabash (+4)
Blue (-5)
Zornesk (+4)
Eranahu (+4)
Genryl (+4, Prone)
Green
Eylysia

Environmental Effects:
- Blue misty streams give concealment (20% miss chance) to creatures within or on opposite sides
- Sera's Khabash's presence grants all PC's a +1 morale bonus to saving throws and 5 temporary hitpoints
- Inspire Courage +1
- Green square is difficult terrain that requires a DC 10 Acrobatics check to successfully move through

What do you do?

One left, and I've got the best shot at them. Who needs support? Khabash grits his teeth and steps into the misty barrier again, moving forward and tossing a bomb at the last enemy. It bursts on contact, spilling alkahest on his target.

Bomb to Blue, including inspiration and PBS: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 22

Miss chance, 1=miss: 1d5 ⇒ 3

Bomb damage (unless target is corporeal undead or construct), including inspiration and PBS: 1d4 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 10

Khabash's flask hits the horned helm squarely and the acid within causes the figure's form to begin dissolving even before it hits the ground.

Out of Initiative!

Behind Eranahu, Eylysia grins. "That went differently this time. I like this ending better." Her smile turns bittersweet as the gnome fades from view, and a flash of insight bursts through the Pathfinders' minds!

The library again, the clang of steel and flash of magic. A horned figure fleeing, disappearing into the strange mist swirling around the library. Only two gnomes remain standing against two helmed figures. Crackling energy gathers around Fimbrik's fingers. Crackling energy races at the figure in the domino mask. They drop. They disintegrate into motes of color, quickly devoured by the mist. They are gone. The last helmed figure underneath triple flanges points a blade at Eylysia. Advances towards her, ignoring blood dripping from open wounds. Eylysia yells. "Your secrets cannot remain hidden forever!" She taps a foot on the ground. She vanishes. The world explodes in a whirlwind of rainbow light.

As the Pathfinders' sight returns, they blink and see the library covered in dust and signs of age once more. The strange mist is nowhere to be found, and their own forms seem to have returned to normal. Kreighton Shaine and the two members of the Decemvirate stand watching them - the masks hiding any expressions underneath them, but the Master of Scrolls's face a mixture of excitement and worry as he speaks. "Well! That was certainly an impressive piece of spellcraft - though a bit worse for wear after all those years. Tell us, what did you see inside?"

What do you do?

Khabash runs a hand over his head, smiling at the absence of hair. "It was...odd. We were put into the bodies of Eylysia's companions when she fought three Decemvirs. One had a black, jeweled domino mask, one a stag-horned mask, and one a triple-flanged, eyeless helm. There was another who spoke, but I don't remember seeing them. Eylysia was waiting for someone named Veldrid, to confront her with what Eylysia knew and convince her to support Eylysia. Her goal was to force some others to resign. The stag-horned one told her that it was the will of the Ten that she stop her investigations. She threatened to reveal what she knew to the rest, and it was then that they attacked her. She survived the attack and teleported away.

"I am certain that I have missed something...being in the body of another was disorienting. If the vision is true, though, she was not trying to assassinate the Ten--she was defending herself against the attacks of three of them, who were likely acting without the knowledge of the others."

Genryl gives a shudder, and clutches the flagon of wine he always has to himself. He takes a few deep breathes and a swig of teh wine before starting with, "It was terrible. There was Eylysia, and a group of others as well as three members of what was likely the Decemvirate, given their masks. One wore a triple thorned eyeless mask, another one had stag antlers, and the third had a crystal-studded black domino mask. They attacked Eylysia and her people. In the vision we replaced her companions and fought them off, but we also saw what actually happened and everyone was slaughtered... but the worst of all was that there was no wine! I had to make do with terrible tein rice wine! It was horrendous!"

"Inside? What did you see'outside', Master Shaine?"

Shaine seems too caught up in Khabash's and Genryl's simultaneous recounting of past events that he misses MacDurmot's question entirely. The two masked figures turn towards each other as though sharing a silent conversation.

The figure wearing the mask resembling a whorl of steel with three eyeholes turns to the junior agents. "These secrets have remained hidden for too long - from the Decemvirate and the Society both," the say in the strangely-neutral voice produced by the helms. "In doing so, the organization defamed an upstanding agent. What we have learned here grants us an opportunity to correct past crimes. Well done, Pathfinders." Both helmed figures bow before departing the library.

"Marvelous!" Shaine exclaims, voice almost a squeal of delight. "Truly outstanding work, agents! To think there was something like that hidden right under our noses this whole time! Just imagine what other pieces of the past we could uncover here! I'd better consult my notes, see what other leads we might have..." As he hurries after the members of the Decemvirate, the elf turns back to the group. "Oh, and I'm certain we'll have more jobs for such accomplished agents such as yourselves soon enough!"

Feel free to play out any concluding activities or actions you would like. And that's all, folks!

"Master Shaine, before you go I have a question. In the vision, this room was filled with streams of mist, and when the Decemvirs fell they...disintegrated into it, I suppose. At first I thought it was part of whatever magic put us there, one more strangeness to go with being in another body. But when Eylysia showed us what really happened the mists were there, as well. Do you know what they were?"

Eranahu smiles and nods at the appropriate times, fully expecting this to go no further. He is completely taken aback when the Decemvirate make the claims to correct their past wrongs. His regard for the organization has increased ten fold today.

"I was happy to be of service. It's been a pleasure fellas!"