GM Silbeg's Age of Ashes AP (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

Sure, use the scroll now and save one spell casting for later.

"I sa' the left'is a fine choice."

This narrow corridor stretches around the octagonal center of the keep, and is divided into segments by doors leading through this level of the towers or into interior rooms. Here and there, a few remaining paintings of dour-faced Hellknights still grace the walls between high, narrow windows that let in limited light.

Davian slowly walks the corridors, looking at the paintings of the Hellknights. "So many of them. Why did they leave?" He continues to make his way to the left-most door.

"They're not very friendly-looking, are they?"

Aragelda is good with continuing to the left.

Gideon keeps his eyes out for trouble with his shortbow in hand as he tries to think of how to massage these corridors into his next play.

You move forward, on the left-hand corridor. You come to a door, which opens to a round room, with three doors, including the one you just entered.

Take the door straight, or to the left?

It's brought us this far, let's keep going left.

Left!

This dingy room is littered with toppled bunk beds and broken furniture, and doors to small but more private bedchambers hang open along the western and southern walls. In the room’s center, bed frames are stacked upon each other to form a sort of fort, with filthy and ripped bedding draped over the top to form its ceiling and walls.

Davian slowly walks around the room, feeling all of the beds as when they leave he may try to bring one back with him. Not that he has much of a permanent home, moving from place to place each night. "Outside of those goblin dogs, this place isn't as scary as they stories that were told." He peeks into all of the side chambers one by one. "Must have been a lot of knights here."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Gideon continue to keep his eyes out for danger, too nervous to focus much on the bed fort.

"What were they hiding from, do you think?"

Aragelda carefully pushes one of the bed frames out of the way using her shield, so as not to get her hands dirty.

Davian, perception is a secret check, which I will roll if you are taking the Search exploration activity

I have moved everyone back, and had the rest follow in... because...

Gideon, Ingraham, and Aragelda all notice someone or something hiding in the improvised fortress.

Currently counts as hidden to them, and undetected to the rest

Also, please remember that Aragelda, Davian, and Edjarha are sickened 1

Gideon, Aragelda, Ingraham is/are up.
Universal Adjustments:
[ooc]Universal Conditions:

Can we see what it looks like, or just that there is something moving in the fortress?

Can't really see it, yet. But you know it is there.

Unsure of exactly what danger lurks Gideon tries to reassure his companions "Fear not the unknown danger that lurks these halls for together we are strong."

lingering DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Success! 3 rounds of Courage.

Gideon then readies to shoot whatever horrible monster emerges.

Courage: +1s

Aragelda creeps up forward. "Hello? We're here to help! Are you a friend?"

She Raises her Shield in case the answer is no.

Good morning evening, awake from my grave shift slumber.

Ingraham draws his club again and raises his shield. "If ye' be friend, this be no time to play games!" He then marches forward.

Davian backs up, waiting to see what comes out of the fort within a fort. "Think its one of the Brumblebrashers?"

A female voice yells out, "Ewch allan o fy ystafell!"
What looks like a bugbear woman stands and chucks a javelin at Aragelda!
Her shield is raised, as the voice sounds quite hostile

Javelin vs AC19: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 piercing: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Crit for 16
I am assuming the 20 AC is without sickened? If so, this is a crit. Also, I assume Aragelda uses shield block to reduce that by 5, so takes 11. Will adjust if my assumption is incorrect.

Gideon's readied shot flies true, striking her.
"Bydd Yoletcha yn eich lladd am hynny!"

Davian wasn't up yet

Edjarha, Davian is/are up.
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions:

Doh, Thanks! Shifting him back 5 feet forward where he was at then. I think I get messed up since Gideon is my PFS 2E Bards name as well.

Davian watches in horror as the javelin pierces right through Aragelda. "NOOOOoo!" He looks in anger at the hobgoblin as her shield barely saves her life. His back rune flares, bright with energy beneath his shirt. Ley lines of magic flow across like a vein connecting to the rune on his hand as a wave of missiles leap from each of his fingertips. Three of them arc across the room and into the hobgoblin.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 3 = 10

◆◆◆ Magic Missile

That is correct; I did not update my tagline.

A trio of missiles flies out to strike the bugbear, easily getting around her cover. She glares at Davian.

Edjarha?

Edjarha moves forward, wary of rushing in on his own. Still, he prepares himself for combat by adjusting his stance to allow his leg to swing freely, and casting a defensive cantrip to protect himself. ◆Stride, ◆Cast shield, ◆Dragon stance.

Gideon, Aragelda, Ingraham is/are up.
Universal Adjustments: Inspire Courage (through round 3)
Universal Conditions:

Don't forget to add courage to things like Magic Missile.

Gideon Rumblebottom moves up and snaps off another short bow shot before casting shield.

arrowed: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
piercingdamage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

AC 18, will shield block.

Ingraham marches to the far side of Yoletcha, raising his shield.

Not sure where I can attack her from with all that cover, so best I can hope for is to divert her attention.

"Rydych chi'n tresmasu yn fy nghartref ac yn dweud wrthyf am sefyll i lawr? Die, ci mochyn corrach!"

Aragelda uses her free hand to cast a spell.

Dranngvit, I need your vengeance...

Daze on the enemy. 3 damage, DC 16 basic Will save, stunned 1 on a crit fail.

She then Raises her Shield.

will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Yoletcha completely throws off Aragelda's spell.

Rather than drawing and throwing another javelin, she uses the bastard sword she was holding to attack Ingraham!
This breaks her cover
bastard sword vs AC20: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31 ouch!
slashing damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 doubled to 28 but not massive damage

Ingraham goes down in a bloody mess, as the large blade cuts into his gut.
Ingraham is dying 2

She then takes cover, again.

Edjarha, Davian is/are up.
Universal Adjustments: Inspire Courage (through round 3)
Universal Conditions:

Davian continues to let the magic flow from rune to rune to his fingertips, mainly because he doesn't know how to turn it off. Another trio of missiles hits Yoletcha before they finally stop. His fingers are numb from all of the tingling. "Ingraham still alive?!?"

Magic Missile; Inspire: 3d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) + 3 + 1 = 11

◆◆◆ Magic Missile

Gideon, worrying about his fallen companion puts everything he has into his own trio of missiles.

MM: 3d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4, 3) + 3 + 1 = 14

Edjarha rushes forward, hoping to take this foe down so Ingraham can be saved. ◆Stride to adjacent, ◆Flurry of Blows, ◆Step away.

Dragon tail attack (Flurry attack 1), IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21
Bludgeoning damage, IC: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

Dragon tail attack (Flurry attack 2), IC: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 1 = 17 +1 if the first attack missed (backswing)
Bludgeoning damage, IC: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13

Fear not friends, I should still have a hero point!

With a flurry of missiles from both Darian, the bugbear's attention appears to waver a little.

Then Edjarha rushes forward, but all he can hit are boxes!

She used the Take Cover action

Then, Gideon lets fly with his own trio of missiles.

Agravara, then Ingraham can make his flat check

Folgrit, please bring Ingraham back.

Aragelda calls on the dwarven pantheon to heal Ingraham.

2-action heal: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

She then raises her shield in protection.

Aragelda’s heal brings Ingraham back, at least part way.

The bugbear has some gear, including her bastard sword, 2 javelins.

Searching around while folks refocus or heal finds a potion in the bugbear’s fort, a couple of what appear to be alchemical weapons of some sort, and a small talisman, of the type you might attach to armor or weapons.

Two vials of a clear liquid are also found tucked under a wooden shield.

Edjarha picks up one of the vials, trying to puzzle out what it might be. Arcana/Occultism +6, Nature/Religion +4

Aragelda starts in on her own wounds.

Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 = 23
heal!: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 8) = 10

She then tries to finish patching Ingraham's injuries.

Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 = 7

But no luck.

Ingraham, do you want to wait another hour, or are you okay to proceed with the 13 hp from the heal spell?

Davian picks up the small talisman, flipping it all around as he observes the craftsmanship.

Arcana +3 to ID

Ingraham turns to the goblin they are accompanied with.
"So, seems'ye made some foes in'ere. Tell me, how much'uva rush are we in?"

If he says rush, I'll use my second heal spell. If not, I'd be willing to wait the hour.

Ingraham turns around to realize that Warble is no where to be seen. He realizes then she never came into the citadel.

"According to Warble he goblin tribe here appears to be in some sort of trouble." Davian shrugs on how much time they have. "So we should probably hurry a bit."

Where to next, then? There is a door by Aragelda, and a door at the far end of the room.

"Let's check here, first. Don't want anyone coming behind us."

If everyone is ready, Aragelda raises her shield up and opens the door next to her.

To the north of many rows of stadium-style benches stands a wide dais. Garbage clutters what was once undoubtedly a pristine floor. A small corridor near the dais leads to the west, while to the north, an iron gate provides a view into a central courtyard.

From through the iron gate, you hear a series of barking growls, the sounds of claws scraping stone, and further still, what sounds like goblins and a halfling arguing.

The halfling (who sounds vaguely like Calmont) is making insulting demands that he be shown the way into the citadel dungeon. The goblins are so far refusing and throwing back creating insults themselves!

Aragelda whispers, "At least we've found some goblins. Should we assist them?"

Davian looks to open the gate. "Either way we need to get to them and Calmont. Find out what is going on."

"Alright'en, I'll be more cae'ful with whatever we fight." Ingraham continues, covering himself with his last spell.
Heal: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11