Character Art Halfling Dual-Cursed Lunar Oracle 1; Perception +0, Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +2; AC 16, touch 14, FF 13, Moonbeam 2/5, Adaptable Luck 0/3, 1st Level Spells 0/5
Orla gives a smile and tries to use one of the quotes she heard from Janira, "This creshon is better than part of...the valor," and feeling like she was close to nailing it, she gives the group another smile and a reassuring thumbs up.
Stairs sounds fine. After all, discretion is the better part of valor ;=)
Ken'ichi slams against the door and it swings wide open. Crude bunks line the walls of this room, which is filled with the nauseating stench of troglodytes. In the center of the room, three troglodytes stand up with their spears drawn.
Though Petro is able to hold in his lunch, the smell still gets to him. He can't seem to hold his morning star properly.
GM Screen:
?:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 ?:1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
?:1d20 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 4 = 3 ?:1d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
?:1d20 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1 ?:1d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
The young yellowish troglodyte steps up to the cleric. With his club, e tries to smash down, but can't get through Petro's armor. He tries to bite and scratch, but the troglodyte has no experience and doesn't leave a dent.
Character Art Halfling Dual-Cursed Lunar Oracle 1; Perception +0, Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +2; AC 16, touch 14, FF 13, Moonbeam 2/5, Adaptable Luck 0/3, 1st Level Spells 0/5
"Leave my friend alone!" Orla calls as her eyes gloss over in black. She reaches up with her burned left hand and brings it down in a sharp and aggressive gesture even as chains suddenly erupt from the floor the green lizardman.
Male Wayang N Arcanist 2 | HP 16 / 16 | AC 14 / 14 T / 11 FF | CMD 12 | Fort + 2, Ref + 3, Will + 2 Init + 5 | Perception + 3 (60' Darkvision) | Speed 20 ft. | Conditions: None | Arcane Reservoir: 5/5 | Spells: 1st Level (4/4)
Sombra moves into the room and faces the troglodyte's stench.
Fort Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
And provokes from the green troglodyte to cast Color Spray; he's aiming it so green and blue are affected and the remaining area of the cone is behind the troglodytes (not hitting any PCs).
All the troglodytes seem hardy - nothing the Pathfinders do can harm them! Both saved vs Color Spray. The reddish hued one looks at the tengu. With his club, the troglodyte swings but barely misses. The tengu then sees his claw come down to scratch Nat 20, but doesn't confirm. 1 point of non-lethal damage. These things are vicious!
Once again, the mage loads a bolt into his crossbow. Alright you disappointing contraption, last chance. Kelleran takes aim at...it doesn't really matter, does it? Let's say one with a runny nose. He steadies his breathing, slowly squeezes the trigger, and watches the bolt shatter uselessly against the far wall. He holds the weapon at arm's length for a moment, inspecting it for any apparent design flaw. "Excuse me ladies." The mage steps over to the stairwell before taking the grip in both hands and begins to repeatedly slam the crossbow against the stone. After six or so seconds, the elf is exhausted. In earnest disgust, he hurls the offending war machine down into the depths of the fortress with all his might. It clatters off the stone work, the echoes only serving to taunt the wizard even more.
Female Half Elf Swashbuckler 2 / Witch (Sea Witch) 2 Init+5 HP 33/33 AC 16 T 12 FF14 Fort+2 Ref+5 Will+2 Perc+6 Spd 30
Fort:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Seeing things coming to close combat, Evelyn puts down her crossbow and unsheats her rapier before entering the room, ready to dodge any incoming attack
With a fell swoop, Ken'ichi decapitates the troglodyte.
Will:1d20 ⇒ 1
And Sombra moves back. In some arcane language, he attempts to daze the young troglodyte. And the trog seems to just stand in place, eyes closed, wobbling back and forth. Seems the spell worked!
Character Art Halfling Dual-Cursed Lunar Oracle 1; Perception +0, Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +2; AC 16, touch 14, FF 13, Moonbeam 2/5, Adaptable Luck 0/3, 1st Level Spells 0/5
Frustrated that her first attack missed, Orla takes a deep breath, focuses her energy, her eyes gloss over, and her arm moves more crisply and angrily in that same motion as the chain bursts forth from the ground again.
With a disappointing sigh, Kelleran once again snaps his wrist and feels the wand slide into his hand. He levels the 'weapon' at the remaining trog and looses an unerring bolt of energy. It slams into the creature with a terrible thud.
Kelleran takes out his wand. A missile the size of a dart flies forth from it and slams into the size of the last remaining troglodyte. It just sways back and forth, still in a daze.
Evelyn moves forward, but can't seem to hit it.
Then the troglodyte snaps back to attention and realize its now surrounded.
Character Art Halfling Dual-Cursed Lunar Oracle 1; Perception +0, Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +2; AC 16, touch 14, FF 13, Moonbeam 2/5, Adaptable Luck 0/3, 1st Level Spells 0/5
I assume that has probably dropped the troglodyte, and if that's the case, Orla casts stabilize on the troglodyte. If that one's not down, she'll cast it on one of the others.
"We must be merciful where we can," Orla says quietly. "That's what Janira always tells me."
Male Wayang N Arcanist 2 | HP 16 / 16 | AC 14 / 14 T / 11 FF | CMD 12 | Fort + 2, Ref + 3, Will + 2 Init + 5 | Perception + 3 (60' Darkvision) | Speed 20 ft. | Conditions: None | Arcane Reservoir: 5/5 | Spells: 1st Level (4/4)
Sombra comforts Orla on the loss of the troglodytes.
"I recommend we try the door to the south but we should be prepared for danger; the one troglodyte seemed keen to open that door and exit in that direction. First we should carefully search this room and the troglodytes and see if there is anything of value."
Female Half Elf Swashbuckler 2 / Witch (Sea Witch) 2 Init+5 HP 33/33 AC 16 T 12 FF14 Fort+2 Ref+5 Will+2 Perc+6 Spd 30
Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Loot can be important, but let's keep an eye on that door, just in case the sounds of our battle dragged more foes. I don't think the trog we just defeated wanted to go to the lavatories.
Character Art Halfling Dual-Cursed Lunar Oracle 1; Perception +0, Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +2; AC 16, touch 14, FF 13, Moonbeam 2/5, Adaptable Luck 0/3, 1st Level Spells 0/5
Orla gives Sombra a nod of thanks as he offers some comfort at her inability to save any of the troglodytes. She then begins following suit with the group and searching the room.
Perception:1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
But as she bends over to inspect something on the floor, a blur of blue moves across behind her and her skirt is flipped up resulting in her mooning the group. "Glamoursten!" she scolds as she quickly stands up and smooths down her skirt. She then turns to the group, blushing, and says, "Sorry."
Evelyn looks around the room. The troglodytes have some very basic clubs, but beyond that? Not much. There are crude bunks here but probably nothing the Pathfinders want - crusty old blankets, wobbly bedframes, piles of rotten food.
male half elf LN Ranger(urban) 3, HP 28, AC/T/FF 19/14/15, F +4, R +7, W +4, Init +6, Perc +12, +13 traps
I think that your...friend is a little on the mischievous side...I hope that he doesn't do anything to hinder you in anyway... Petro says as he looks around the room. Filthy...be on the look out for anything worth salvaging...not telling what they have here.
