[Outpost IV PFS2 1-01] GM Chadius - Absalom Initiation (Inactive)

Game Master chadius

Drakmak's dagger sinks into the big pink creature. Seems like it can't take much more of this. Uncle Good Good tries to help distract, but it's too blind to really notice anything, so he settles for grabbing his dagger.

Chirrit tries to wriggle free, but the undead holds him fast. So he impales it once and prepares for the worst.

Round 2
Quinton (Magic Weapon)
Drakmak
Chirrit (10 damage, Grabbed by Black, Dueling Parry)
Uncle Good Good
Eddie
Rathal
Big Pink Zambie (44 damage, Blind 9 rounds)
Green Zambo (dazzled for 9 rounds)
Black Zombie (10 damage, Grabbing Chirrit)

Combat is on Slide 1

Rathal continues with his flanking position...his adrenaline is pumping...hmm so this is what it feels like to be a fighter...hmm.

With another thrust of his Longspear...
Longspear Strike: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
Rathal drives the spear deep into black with the determination of of an elf gone wild!

Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Rathal casts Disrupt Undead! (on black if he's still up or on pink if black is down) DC17 Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Quickly, to Chirrit, before the thing can drain him of blood!" Sir Quinton rallies his companions, stepping around the blinded vampire to attack the one holding the kobold.

His blade cuts deep -- almost too deep, as he can't quite pull it out cleanly enough to put any strength behind the next swing.

Action 1: ◈ Step
Action 2: ◈ Combat Assessment
Action 3: ◈ Strike

Excalibur! vs Black: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22
Slashing: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 2) + 3 = 12
Religion (untrained) to Recall Knowledge: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6

Excalibur! vs Black: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 - 5 = 11
Slashing: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 3) + 3 = 13

Sir Quinton slices right into the Black Zombie, slicing through its collarbone and through its arms, freeing Chirrit. He tries to follow through to finish off the zombie with the pink sash, but his blade cuts across the wood, deflecting his aim. The pink creature seems to laugh, or maybe just groan.

Rathal takes offense and follows up with a spear stab, followed by a holy blast. The creature writhes back and forth before falling apart. It releases a terrible odor as the energies holding it together come part.
Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Round 2
Quinton (Magic Weapon)
Drakmak
Chirrit (10 damage, Dueling Parry)
Uncle Good Good
Eddie
Rathal
Green Zambo (dazzled for 9 rounds)

Combat is on Slide 1

Thank you Sir! Chirrit gasps as his legs drop slightly to reach the ground again. That would have been a rough end to be remembered for.

Ack sorry for the delay!

Eddie shuffles down to the rest of the group for a better view of the remaining zombies. "You all are great undead fighters. Very good." They wave their hands at the last standing deadie and zaps of electricity jump at it.

Electric Arc, 30/60' Range: Basic Reflex Save DC17: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The remaining zombie takes a shock but keeps going. A tasty kobold snack named Chirrit remains in front.

Green vs Chirrit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Dazzled Flat DC 5 check: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Chrrit tries to parry the zombie's advance but it's too sudden. The last thing he sees is the Mavedarus crest in his face as the zombie knocks him right out.

Chirrit is Unconscious, Prone and Dying 1.

The creature Steps up to Sir Quinton, seeking out more prey to consume.

Round 3
Quinton (Magic Weapon)
Drakmak
Chirrit (Dying 1, Unconscious, Prone, needs Stabilize check)
Uncle Good Good
Eddie
Rathal
Green Zambo (dazzled for 8 rounds, 7 damage)

Combat is on Slide 1

Someone help him!" Sir Quinton says. "I will hold off the vampire. If we're not able to restore him, a wooden stake to the chest. It will be a mercy!"

He then brings his magicked blade to bear again on the undead monstrosity before him, but he's so shaken by his kobold's imminent transformation into a fanged horror that he just swings wildly before raising his shield to protect himself.

Action 1: ◈ Strike
Action 2: ◈ Strike
Action 3: ◈ Raise Shield (+2 AC)

Excalibur! vs green: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 = 10

Excalibur! vs green: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 - 5 = 11

Good Good again tries to juke the zambo before stabbing with his dagger.

Action 1: ◈ Feint
Action 2: Strike
Action 3: Strike

Feint: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (3) = 4

Attack 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Concern descends upon Rathal's face...as if he'd seen a ghost!
He suddenly snaps out of his momentary daze from seeing the kobold collapse and bleeding..

Rathal quickly strides over to Chirrit, and casts Stabilize.

Stabilius Reticulum! he chants while assuming unknown gesturing...

Drakmak chants and sends a shock of electricity through the air at the remaining enemy.

2-Actions: Cast Electric Arc for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5HPs damage Basic Ref Save DC=16

Rathal keeps death from claiming Chirrit. At least for now.

Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Drakmak helps fry the zombie some more, but it keeps lurching forth. Sir Quinton keeps his shield steady, knowing the thing will try to bite his neck and drink his blood at any time now...

Round 3
Quinton (Magic Weapon)
Drakmak
Chirrit (Unconscious, Prone, Wounded 1)
Uncle Good Good
Eddie
Rathal
Green Zambo (dazzled for 8 rounds, 13 damage)

Combat is on Slide 1

Eddie continues to pour on the electricity since Rathal has Chirrit covered. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a blueberry from the feast. "I have a healthy snack for Chirrit when it is safe."

Electric Arc, 30/60' Range: Basic Reflex Save DC17: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

It looks like Uncle has a flank. It so, he'll take 3 attacks.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (2) = 3

1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 5 = 9
1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (2) = 4

1d20 + 7 - 10 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 10 = 0
1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8

Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 10

The zombie falls apart under the party's concentrated assault. Its green sash depicting the Mavedarus crest falls at Chirrit's feet.

Combat Over. Chirrit is Unconscious at 0 HP, but stable.

The unsettling moans of undead are replaced with unsettling quiet over the manor.

A shiver runs up Drakmak's back as the last zombie falls. Surprised by his resilience, his knees suddenly start shaking again. "Is Chirrit all right?" A look of concern on his face, "Can anyone help him, or do we carry him back to the Lodge." He wanders over and looks at the mutilated bodies of the zombies, "We should take that sash, it might help VC Benarry with her research into the house."

Quickly Sir Quinton!...We must administer the healing potion to
Chirrit!

Rathal also casts Detect Magic just in case they missed anything...

"Er, yes, indeed. Or Eddie said he has a snack for him. I think something more solid might be better, so there's no confusion about whether it's blood or not," he says.

Still, he pulls out a minor healing potion school item and offers it up in case the gnome's snack turns out to be simply a purloined hors d'oeuvre.

He looks around to make sure no more undead are coming for them. Liches, vampires, ghosts. Surely a zombie or skeleton couldn't be far away.

Eddie casts a spell, allowing the fungal spirits to energize the blueberry before feeding it to Chirrit. "Nom nom nom nom. Chew four times before swallow."

Goodberry: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

They then sit in a dark corner on a pile of blown in leaves to reconnoiter with the fungal spirits. 10 mins to refocus if that's ok while everyone searches.

As Chirrit's jaws are pushed together and berry juice starts to flow down his gullet, the kobold shakes his head as he slowly rouses.

...and take that.

Opening his eyes, he sees himself on the ground, and several corpse pieces next to him.

Ah! What, what happened? The undead!?!?

With the undead dead once again, you are able to take a rest, set up watch and rest. Besides a bit of rain, there isn't much to interrupt you.

The morning sun vanquishes a horrible night, and you return back to the Grand Lodge. You tiptoe around sleeping Pathfinders equipped with smiles, food and empty bottles of booze.

Calisro Benarry leans her chair against a wall, moving stones across a table and trying to stifle a yawn. Urwal sits across from her, his glare unchanging. "No, this stone moves diagonally. This stone moves horizontally unless it captures forward. This is how I won the last thirty five matches."

Benarry grumbles a bit, studies the board and springs up with energy as you approach. "Pathfinder business, it'll have to wait, Urwal." She turns to you. "Thank the gods... alright. How did it go? Did you spend the night there?"

"We did, indeed, Master Benarry. We found these papers which evidence the traffic in enslaved people, and we were visited by some of the unquiet dead."

"Oh yes and the rather badly smelling creatures that Sir Quinton dispatched, wore these emblems and insignia. It would have been worse had not the Rathal been able to help Chirrit, when he fell bravely to the onslaught." Drakmak bows as he hands over the sash.

"These grotesque undead have given me a ravenous appetite...I do hope there is some of that divine Filet Mignon left...extra Bernaise of course.!

Chirrit should also belly up to the buffet. It will help him get his strength back...he was after all into the thick of things!

Captain Benarry takes the book and insignia and frowns. "So the rumors were true, huh? Never trusted the Mavedarus family- their numbers never added up." Her gaze sweeps across the floor, nowhere in particular. "Still, I recognize some of these names... they went missing a few months before Absalom abolished slavery. The slave trade must have had a huge surge. This is going to help a lot of families put their missing persons cases to rest. Thank you."

Captain Benarry smiles. "This is what the Pathfinder Society is about. We risk life and death in unknown lands to solve mysteries, fight evil and do the right thing. I'd be honored to sponsor your-"

Janira Gavix races down the hall, her blond hair flying in her excitement. “I just heard you made it back—congratulations! It sounds like everything went, well, about as well as anyone could expect. Come with me, I have something for each of you.”

The halfling woman leads the way into a small office and distributes finely crafted wooden boxes. Within each, a gleaming compass lid emblazoned with the Glyph of the Open Road and an engraved name lies upon a cushion of silk. “I’m not sure if you’ve picked up your own wayfinders yet, but when you do, you should have ones that prove that you belong. Now it’s official,” she beams. “Welcome to the Pathfinder Society!”

Thank you all for playing. While I prepare the character sheets, what will you do afterward?

"Yes, many angry dead spirits in the house that hid slavery behind a plaque. We helped them quiet down. Its all still now." They smile as they forage the leftovers lingering on tables, the more wilted the better.

"A wayfinder, for me? Thank you!" Eddie collects the box with care, taking out the trinket and promptly blasting Uncle Good Good in the face with the light 'accidentally'. "I think mine is alive inside, yes?"

Uncle Good Good receives the blast of light with the stiff upper lip expected of a butler.

"Yes indeed, Master Eddie. Very much alive and very bright, sir."

Uncle Good Good will reflect on the injustices perpetuated by the Mavederus family. In his time in Cheliax, he saw a good many people in bondage and secretly hopes that he can use his position in the Society to end slavery everywhere in the Inner Sea. To that end, he'll try to make connections with the old members of Liberty's Edge.

I think I'm going to take a bit of time here at the Lodge if you don't mind Ms. Gavix. Chirrit says. My life flashed before my eyes just yesterday, and if that's going to become a regular occurrence I think I should probably get my head together before the next mission. And my affairs together too I suppose.

The kobold makes sure to specifically stop and give Ratahl, Quinton, and Eddie a hearty handshake before leaving. I only remember part of it - because, you know, unconscious - but I think I'd've been chow if you hadn't helped me back up. I won't forget that: you ever need anything, give me a summons!

"Oh, yes, perhaps we should spend some time together, Chirrit. I can tell you all about it!" Sir Quinton says, pocketing the compass cover after giving his thanks to Janira.

"Let me just ..." he looks around and picks up a stake -- wooden, not filet steak -- and rejoins the kobold. "A few days would be lovely."

He spends the next several days making sure the kobold does not grow more fangs or turn into a vampire. "Yes, garlic does wonders for the circulation!"

Drakmak thanks everyone for such an enjoyable party, leavingh everyone with his calling card. "My glorious friends, heroes of such adventures, accept mmy most humble thanks for keeping the undead and the shadows at bay. It has been my utmost pleasure to have spent time with you, let me give you my card. " he smiles after handing you a small piece of parchment that just has his name and the Lodge's address. "If you every need small trinkets, rings, broaches you know that sort of thing, I'd be only to happy to make something for you, at a fair price." He touches his head and bows, although he does take a step back from Sir Quinton's heavy garlic breath.