GM Silbeg's Age of Ashes AP (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

Gideon will move onto opening the box carefully.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Dvian peers over their shoulders to see what the big fuss is about over the box. "You think it is trapped since the spear was there?" He asks, trying to learn.

Gideon determines the box is definitely locked. He goes on to pick the locks, and succeeds with stunning results! Inside is 31sp, and a mummified elf hand hanging on a golden chain, its gnarled fingers locked in a peculiar pattern. You identify this after 10 minutes of study as a hand of the mage.

Note, please take time to look over the "loot" sheet and choose what you are taking. I personally don't care what method you use for dividing the loot, though I have found the "take what you can use" and sell the rest, leaving 1 share for the party to work well.

"A gruesome trophy" Edjarha mumbles, examining the mummified hand. "But potentially quite useful." Edjarha has no qualms about wearing/using the mummified hand, though I don't feel at all strongly about him having it if someone else would like it.

Checking the loot list is also a suggestion to remember some stuff you may have forgotten you have!

As he examines the mummified hand, something of the conversation with the erstwhile Hellknight nags at Edjarha's consciousness. After a moment's careful consideration, he snaps his fingers and quickly digs through his pack, emerging with the Hellknight insignia the party found earlier. I have no memory of us finding an intact insignia, and I'm not having much luck finding it, but it is listed on the sheet (without a location).

"I've just remembered," Edjarha addresses Alak, holding out the insignia. "We found this somewhere in our explorations. Perhaps not a relic, but it might be of interest to you. We also found the remnants of some records a few rooms back, now that I think of it."

Davian beams. "Good idea! Of course they belong to you Alak." He is eager to see the Hellknight reaction. "We didn't mean to seem like we were stealing them of taking it like some sort of trophy."

insignia were found here!

Alak seems truly surprised when Edjarha pulls out the insignia. ”No, of course not, Davian! Thank you, I will bring these back with me when I return to the Fortress of the Nail.”

He looks at the insignia, and continues. ”As a matter of fact, this was exactly the type of thing I was referring to. Perhaps you thought I meant the finger bone of an ancient Hellknight, or some magical sacred implement, but this is what I meant. The things that the armigers and Hellknights would use on a daily basis. What my parents would have used. ”

He carefully smooths out the cloth insignia, pulls out a large ledger, and places them inside the book, inscribing some notes, before looking back up to you all.

Alright, the work week/month of hell is finally over. New Years is done, and most of the hardship involving that is no more.

Ingraham will use the Low Grade Silver Dagger if no one objects to it.

"Rough subject?" Ingraham asks the Hellknight. "Ye don' have to tell if ye don' want to." If silence persists, Ingraham looks to the next door and raises his club, ready to march forward into it.

"What? My parents?" asks Alak. "Not particularly."

Seeing everyone getting ready, Alak puts the journal into his pack and readies his sword. "Where would you like me in your marching order?"

Gideon notes "With your fighting skill I'd recommend towards the front. Where did you learn to fight by the way?"

"Citadel Vraid, of course. Been training since I was your size!"

He moves near the front.

The room to Aragelda's east has rows of long, slender dining tables sit in skewed rows throughout this room. Broken chairs are scattered throughout the chamber, and the entire room has an air of disuse and disarray.

Looks like a mess hall. "But not it is a mess!" comments Alak.

With a little more exploring, you realize that you have cleared out the entire southern wing of the citadel, and you head back out to the courtyard, where it appears there are two options to continue.

Marked A and B

Did the last few rooms take an hour? Aragelda can do some healing if so. If not, let's do B.

"This place could definitely use a bit of work." Davian looks around at the mess and stone walls crumbling around them as he heads to the south. Depending on Aragelda's healing of course.

I think an hour would have passed. Go ahead.

Treat Wounds on self: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 1 = 24
heal: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 8) = 11

Treat Wounds on Gideon: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 1 = 19
heal: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

Treat Wounds on anyone else?: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 1 = 24
heal: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 7) = 10

Aragelda spends a few minutes patching up her and Gideon's wounds.

Aragelda takes a half of an hour to make sure everyone is healed up. Edjarha was down one as well

Ingraham heal Alak: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"So, that was effective!" quips Alak, as Ingraham manages to put the bandage on the wrong arm of the Armiger. "So, which way do you want to go? One was is as good as the other for me! I don't know what excitement is behind either door!"

Please set yourself up at the door that you would like to open!
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PC Conditions
Aragelda: 20/20 Enfeebled 1, [Stage 3: SICKENED 1]
Davian: 15/15 [Stage 3: SICKENED 1]
Edjarha: 17/17
Gideon: 18/18
Ingraham: 20/20
Alak Stalgram: -1

Lined us up by A

Yay low numbers.

"If ye like, I can scout ahead a bit. I'll take a form that be inconspicuous to this place; that of a wee' critter."

Would be a +10 to stealth checks for 10 minutes, but make me virtually useless in combat until I turn it off. Can sneak around to find the biggest threats while disguised as a rat.
Stealth Bonus would be +12 total.

The party readies themselves to enter the next door.

Up to you, Ingraham, but it might be hard to open a door in that form.

Valid point, I'll save it for later.

Club and board at the ready, Ingraham braces himself for whatever may be next.

This wrecked room holds toppled shelves and filing cabinets. Its southwestern wall has entirely collapsed, revealing the verdant weeds and undergrowth outside.

"Oh, crap. It had to be rats!" calls out Alak, as he opens the door. Inside the room, you see a pack of giant, dog-sized rats!

The other rats then surround him!
Purple vs Alak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 bites!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 61d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Red vs Alak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 131d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 bites!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Green vs Alak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 bites!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
White vs Alak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 271d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 bites!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 31d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Three of them bite him in the tender areas, causing some grievous wounds! However, the tough armiger still stands! The foul beasts fail to infect him with filth fever as well!
disease fort saves: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 251d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 141d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Party is/are up.
Universal Conditions: Inspire Courage

Davian steps to the side as the static in the room builds up, snapping at a pair of the rats.

Electric Arc Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Step
◆◆ Cast Electric Arc DC 16 (Sickened) (Green and Purple)

Gideon inspires his allies.

"Get the rats!"

perform: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

No linger

Before acring lightning between the green and white rats.
Happy to change rats if needed

arc damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8
Basic Reflex DC 17

"Ach, the irony." Ingraham says as he watches rats rush Alak.
Moving North 1, East 1, South 1, ending movement on Alak's southern flank.

Ingraham moves into the room looking to help the Hellknight and start clearing up some of the rats, attempting to club the green rat into pulp.
Rat Cub Clubbing Club VS Green Rat: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Rat Cub Clubbing Club VS Green Rat: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 - 5 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9
If it dies sooner from the lightning and first hit, Ingraham will spend last action moving into its square.

Aragelda casts daze on the most injured rat still standing and then Raises her Shield.

reflex green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
reflex purple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

reflex green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
reflex white: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Davian and Gideon both cast electric arc, and between then they fell the green rat and the white rat.

Ingraham moves in to where the white rat fell, and clubs purple. With his first attack, the rat falls, and he steps up to the red rat.
Aragelda cannot see the last rat from where she is. Also, how much damage would her Daze do?

Aragelda and Edjarha!

Edjarha moves quickly into the room, dropping into a familiar stance and lashing out at the rat with a swinging leg. Stride, enter Dragon Stance, Flurry.

Dragon tail attack (Flurry attack 1), IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 = 25
Bludgeoning damage, IC: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Dragon tail attack (Flurry attack 2), IC: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9 +1 if the first attack missed (backswing)
Bludgeoning damage, IC: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

*BZZZT!* "Botting for Arageeeelllddaaaaaa!" *BZZZT!*

Aragelda strides until she can see the final rat, then casts daze. 3 damage, Will save DC 16.

Edjara moves in and destroys the rat prior to Aragelda has the chance to cast her spell.

Alak collapses to one knee, all but overcome by his injuries.

Owing to its exposure to the elements, most of the surfaces of this room are covered in moss and vines, including snarls of wild blackberries. Along the room’s southeastern wall is what looks like a mound of meat or dirt. However, examining the mound reveals that this is a badly decomposed humanoid corpse, the flesh of which has sustained obvious small bite marks.

Davian doesn't know what to think. The man literally just fought off devils without breaking a sweat but a couple of rats nearly killed him. Am I really cut out for this is a trained Hellknight isn't? He thinks to himself as he kneels down to help Alak up. "You alright Alak? What happened?"

”Oh, no big deal, really. Getting bit by five or six rats. Tickled.”

"I can help patch you up, if you'd like."

If he accepts, Aragelda Treats Wounds on him.

Medicine: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 1 = 22
Heal: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

"You ready to continue through that door Alak?" Davian points to the door further into the room.

”Thank you, ma’am. That feels a little better. Seems like that bailing wire you used to patch me up works better than I thought it would. ” Alak says with a wink.

Aragelda reckons that he is still suffering from wounds that would out any of the rest of you on a cold slab in a deep tunnel.

Gideon will help him out with a sooth spell as well.

wound soothing: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

With Alak healed Davian moves to the door and slowly creaks it open.

Rows of desks here are bolted to the floor, though many of the cramped work spaces have been smashed to pieces or otherwise defaced. Wooden chairs have been thrown aside like discarded playthings.

Alak remarks, "Oh, are we moving forward. Good."

Ingraham begins searching through the room of scrapped chairs, looking for anything of interest.
Search action.

Gideon keeps his eyes out for trouble as his allies search the room.

Aragelda helps Ingraham search, rolling her eyes at Alak's comment when he isn't looking.

"Figured you knew where you were going Alak. Have you been to this Citadel before? This is our fist time." Davian chats the man up with a couple questions as they walk along.

“Alas, I do not. I know only the few rooms I've explored so far—I've never visited here, having grown up in Varisia, and I lacked the proper clearance to reference my Order's cartographic archives,” Alak says.

if you are searching, please move yourselves in, and then we can do the search checks.

Moved us in, Gideon is scouting.

Edjarha moves to the anchored desks, looking through them for anything interesting. "Gaining access to archives can be quite the pain. Certainly much more tiresome than the research itself."

Perception to Search: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

As the party starts to search, a ENORMOUS bat drops down from the ceiling.

"Hey, what is that?" asks Alak, pointing at something very large, hairy, with leathery wings.

He pulls out his greatsword once more, and readies to swing at the creature if it comes down close to him.

"SKREEEE!!!!"
The creature then flies down from the rafters, and attacks Edjarha with its fang!

fangs vs AC16: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28 Slashing: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 OUCH! 28 damage on that crit.

Having all but finished off the elf, it slashes its claws at Aragelda, but it missed!

claws vs AC18: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 12 - 4 = 9 Piercing: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Gideon, Ingraham, Davian, and Aragelda is/are up.
Universal Conditions:

Davian reaches up to shield his face as Edjarha's blood sprays across the room from the bat ripping him open. "By the Gods!" His runes glow brightly, if for but a moment, as a trio of glowing orbs streak fast into the bat.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + 3 = 10

Aragelda grits her teeth, Raises her Shield, and casts a healing spell on Edjarha.

heal!: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

lingerring performance: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Gideon yells "Swat the bat before it gets fat!"

3 rounds of inspire courage.

He then reaches out and touches the bat with bad psychic power.

negative damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Basic fort DC 17, enfeebled 1 for 1 round on a critical failure.

Ingraham rushes around the table, raising his club and swinging it down on the bat, looking to get a thick and meaty thud behind the club's blow.
Club Attack VS Bat: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Club Damage VS Bat: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6