[Gameday IX] 4-12 The Refuge of Time

Game Master garmon

kn planes: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Spell like abilities please.

Enora is astounded.

She looks at the others and shrugs.

"Enora is my name oh dear Monanic Deva, Angel who fights for good! We are definitely not tomb robbers. We are looking for an evil wizard that enslaved people and is working in the name of an evil goddess to revive one of the runelords of old Thassilon! I am a follower of Nethys and a Pathfinder!"

diplomacy aid another +4 for main roll due to 'helpful' trait : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"We are sorry to disturb you but as she said, we are here to prevent evil from reappearing. You are most welcome to come with us to see for yourself and help us in removing the threat to our world" Lorian said, going into full diplomat mode.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 31 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 31 + 4 = 49

After hearing Enora call the being an Angel Jaxun visibly relaxes and lets his more diplomatic freinds do the talking.

Knowledge (planes) DC 22: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Mun is awed at the majesty of the angel, but needs Enora to name it for him. A deva!

He adds his own brief words to the negotiation. "I am a servant of Ashava; it's simply not possible that her goals, expressed through her use of me in this world, could cross your goals."

Diplomacy (aid another) DC 10, extremely fashionable: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 = 32

Want another +2? Kick that Diplomacy over 50?

Orst just smiles nicely. "Yep here to stop evil."
diplomacy aid: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

"If you wanna no combat all must pass my test, remove all auras and magical item and i prove the thruth on your hearts"

Sense motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Lorian paused for a moment, making sure that he heard correctly.

Jaxun is also bit surprised..
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Orst is also suspicious, "That is an unusual request. Are you not able to read our aura's?"
sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Orst will detect evil on the angel. If this thing is powerful, and it is hiding as an angel it can probably hide its alignment too. But give it a try anyway.

"Yes I can read auras but magic can modify his appearance, remove your items, spells and aura or leave this zone fastly"

Enora starts to take off all her magic items.

"This is an Angel for Nethys' sake!"

Orst says, "Alright, I will. I am a paladin in Iomadae's service and a pathfinder. I am here to stop cultists."

He places his backpack down he lays his shield on it. He takes off is belt, headband, ring and amulet and then his armor. All taking about ten minutes. that should be the whole of it.

"Test away. I am ready. But alittle cold and feel foolish so hurry please."

Jaxun shrugs, "Apologies, it was jsut an unexpected request."
He then strips down to pretty much his skivvies...

Mun chuckles at the sight of his companions disrobing, but he too removes any magic that might interfere with the angel's inspection. He undoes the headband that adorns his brow, and places it neatly in one of the side pockets of his handy haversack. He removes his breastplate and lays it on the ground gently. Fishing his wayfinder out of his belt pouch, he places it in the pocket with his headband and places the haversack on top of the breastplate.

"The only magic that remains on me is Ashava's; I can't remove that which she has granted."

The Deva makes an ample use of his ability to shutdown magical areas
[spoiler=Spellcraft DC20]Deva using dispel magic[/dice]

" Are you remove all magical item?"
if you dont remove any magical item you can make a bluff check
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (8) + 26 = 34

"Tell me why you are here and the purpose of your travel"
Deva use a discern lies spell DC20 i f you wanna bluff

"Is this an angel that was bound by the Thassalonians thousands of years ago? That was something one of the other pathfinders recalled. This is setting us up for a very nasty situation if the cultists have taken control of this "angel". Orst thinks to himself.

Orst looks longingly at his gear. "Can't we get dressed first and then answer the particulars? I assume you are satisfied with our aura readings."

"Perhaps you would start us off, Lorian?"

Nodding in agreement, Lorina started explaining their mission. "We have been sent to seek out the shrine and recover the refuge tokens so that we may use them to access Krune's lair, thus preventing the Lissalans from raising their runelord." he said. "Now, we hope that the Lissalans have not arrived. Did anyone else show up here?"

"My senses tell me that your words are noble and sincere, since time immemorial the lords of the Runes, thanks to magic, have tied my fellow men by the use of magic at their service as protectors, although their purposes are not the most honest.

My name is Azrael and I was patrolling the border that separates the positive from the negative Plane side when I was tied by magic to protect this entrance, as your heart is noble and sincere I will allow you to pass."

what you wanna do

Enora puts all her magical items on.

“Thank you very much! Can you potentially tell us more about the person that called you and give us a description of the others that accompanied him?“

Orst puts his stuff back on starting with is headband and then his armor and shield. The belt and the backpack are last. Once all his stuff is secured, he leads his horse, Bongo, forward whispering to him. Stop laughing, you silly horse. When an angel asks you to do something, you do it."

"That was certainly thorough." "We will move on now." "May the blessing of Iomadae smile upon you and your purpose."

Jaxun, who was basically down to his skivvies and the padding under his armor, takes a few minutes to get everything back on. He'll listen to the reply the Angel gives to Enora.

Mun gathers his gear and puts it back on. "Thanks for your attention to your duty, Azrael."

"How much can you move from your spot?" Lorian asked finishing putting on his boots. "Since the Lissalans appear to not have arrived, maybe you can give us a tour of the areas that you can travel and tell us of this place?"

" I dont see who are inside i was patroling and a magical force anchor to this entrance with mission dont allow that anyone enter but my code of conduct are in conflict, go inside and help to break the chain that fix me to this place"

if you are gonna enter place your token on next room

After he finally gets all his armor and gear settled Jaxun nods, "Let's go take care of this."

"Well, freeing an angel from captivity sounds like it would certainly give us some good karma for later, so I am in!"

The halfling pokes his head in, and the strides to a corner to browse around.

Lorina headed in, not sure what to expect and hoping that he might be able to find a peaceful outcome.

Each door in the shrine has the Sihedron rune on both sides, and each Sihedron glows with a continual flame spell originating from the wrath rune. This provides the room with normal light in a 20-foot radius from the door and dim light 20 feet beyond that. The double doors are unlocked and swing open silently

The walls are worked stone, and the ceilings are 20 feet tall. The air inside the shrine is oddly fresh, and the temperature remains comfortable thanks to ancient magic still in operation. Detect ma.fjic reveals a faint transmutation aura in the shrine

The impossibly large blocks of the shrine's walls are in such good condition that they seem to have been laid only decades ago. Carved into the stone, spiky script is clearly visible throughout the room. Stone double doors stand in the east and west walls. Each is decorated with a seven-pointed star, and each blade of a star displays a spiky rune. One rune per star glows with an amber light that illuminates the room. Also in the western wall, a short square tunnel leads back outside, with a score of muddy footprints showing the way. A passageway to the south leads to another lit room. The air inside the shrine is cool and fresh.

When you enter the hall you see 3 dirt-covered bald shoantis sitted on the floor.

On the west wall you see a foppish Taldan gentleman bedecked in a deep blue waistcoat with gold trim and what were once matching trousers.
Dried mud now covers the entirety ofhis calf-high riding boots and most of his breeches. His moustache and goatee, however, are meticulously groomed.

Near you can see a relatively thin dwarf woman, indicating that she spends more time behind a desk than in front of a forge.

Fuzzfoot walks up to one of the bald guys and starts to speak. "Hey there, what's going on here? Why is everyone so dirty?"

Gather Info: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Enora also approaches.

“Does anybody need help?! What happened here? Who else did you see?“ she asks in a fast pace.

Orst will use his paladin ability to detect evil on the muddied trousers individual. Fancy mustache or no, he seems suspicious to Orst.

"Greetings, I am Orst. Who are you and why are you in this place?" "The angel outside didn't seem to know there were others visiting the temple."

"Good day everyone, let us leave our weapons sheathed so we can talk. I would hazard to guess with the fresh mud and dirt, you are exploring. Maybe we can come to some kind of agreement?" Lorian said, trying to get them to talk rather than fight.

Take 10, 41 diplomacy

Jaxun just stands back, keeping an eye mostly on the Shoantis since the fop-ish looking individual seems to be covered...

Mun, typically used to doing the negotiating for a group of Pathfinders, finds it refreshing to let Lorian take that responsibility this time around. He'll probably muck it up, but he does seem to have some skill at it....

Three dirt-covered, bald Shoanti sit quietly against the northern wall and when you speak to their one shout "We dont wanna go outsode, its plenty of Orcs and Giants, they wannna eat us"

You see a foppish Taldan gentleman bedecked in a deep blue waistcoat with gold trim and what were once matching trousers. Dried mud now covers the entirety ofhis calf-high riding boots and most of his breeches. His moustache and goatee, however, are meticulously groomed. Hi my name is "Marquis" Jeor Haywood and i dont understand why I initially agreed to follow the cultist bu plz call me Marquis Haywood" and continually attempts to pick dried mud off his clothing.

on the other side you can see a relatively thin dwarf woman, indicating that she spends more time behind a desk than in front of a forge. She is intrigued by the enormity of the stone blocks that make up the walls and is currently formulating a plan to finance an expedition here to quarry the stone. She likes to purse her lips as she rubs the gold rings braided into her long, black hair.

No one ask their about cultist

K:Nobility: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Lorin tried to recall the name. "Sorry, there are so many names on the peerage rolls of Taldor. When did you get added?" Lorian said.

At the mention of the cultist, Lorian looked at the dwarf. "Do you also get sent here?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Try to play it off that we had been sent on the same mission.

Orst addresses the Shoanti. "Go outside? Where? Giants and orcs are a danger for sure. Where exactly are you talking about seeing these Monsters?
diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Lorin, I think you have the best chance with the Marques. Orst will question the Shoanti to see if the picture of what is going on here becomes clearer.
Orst's dress and demeanor in full armor and swords sticking out takes away from his attempt at sounding sympathic. But it should be at least sounds sincere.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" Fuzzfoot tries to chime in cheerfully. Often his joke die in translation from his brain to his mouth, however, so he is rarely annoyed if no one laughs with him.

He listens at the double doors in front of him.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

"We tend to do well with monsters, actually. Maybe we could help?"

Diplomacy, aid another, extremely fashionable: 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 1 = 16

Marquis reply " The Fat man goes with his man to east room and then goes to soutwest door"

"Are we looking for a fat man?"

To the others, "This door is locked. Should I open it? Or should we go check out this fat man?"

If anyone says open it, Fuzzfoot pulls out some tools and sets to work.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Jaxun walks up beside Hogan, mumbling something about whatever lies on the other side being more uplifting than this crew and helps with the door

disable assist: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40

Enora readies herself by using her wand of mage armor on herself.

1 hour duration.

She then also casts protection from evil on herself and extends the duration with her rod of extend.

14 minutes duration protection from evil.

She also casts false life and then uses her arcane reservoir and her quick study exploit to change false life to glitterdust.

false life, temp hp: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

map revealed, what room wanna check first??

When the door is opened Jaxun steps in to get a better look, shielding Enora from any threat in the room as well.

May as well head into the obvious room!

Mun protects Selune with mage armor from his wand. The pair then follow Jaxun into the room.

Orst excuses himself from the Shoanti, and joins his friends apparently leaving into another chamber. "Sorry, I must stay with my friends."

Fuzzfoot looks behind the door, but then follows Enora's lead and heads over there. He pulls out a couple of potions and and gets ready to drink them in case of signs of trouble.

"Excuse me, got to run." Lorian said as he joined the group.

"Near the north wall of this chamber stands a statue of a halfsnake, half-human creature covered in Thassilonian runes. The folded arms of the female creature's torso hold a quill and a whip. Six wings grace her back, and her lower body is a coiled serpent. In place of her head, a disk with a sevenpointed star, each point with a different rune, completes the amalgamation. The statue faces a huge circular door embossed with the same seven-pointed rune."

The door on rigth wall is heavily close.
if you wanna open strength dc30 to open