GM Qronos's Strength of Thousands Campaign

Game Master Qronos

The first campaign for the GCPathfinders


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Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah looks at the “dead” students, then sighs. She murmurs to herself.

Casting stabilize, first on Mtembe, then Oyo.

She pulls out some rope from her pack and calls over the anadi.

”Goss, could you please fetch Master Ot or some other senior teacher here, please? We need to find out what they were doing here. They cast some sort of mind-control on me when we first encountered them so we definitely need to stifle their senses, too.”

”Threads, Ducreyi - we need to see what’s further on in this place. Would you take the honour of guarding these two until a senior teacher arrives?”

Laesah winces at the haughty answer she’s expecting from Dookie. She tries to mask it by getting out her healer’s tools and tending to Haunt.

Treat Wounds: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 Whoa. CRITICAL SUCCESS!

Haunt healing: 4d8 ⇒ (6, 4, 7, 2) = 19


Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13
Haunt wrote:
"I don’t want to run into their buddies at half strength."

Much rubs her ribs and droops her ears in commiseration with Haunt.

"I've been better as well. That said, I think these two were guarding something. And I'd bet that killing them is going to warn whatever is on the other side of that trap door. Whatever happens next, it probably needs to happen now. Shall we heal Haunt and push forward?"


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As you look over the bodies - The thoroughly smashed and dead bodies - you see signs of snake like features. And more signs appear slowly as you watch and heal hourselves. Teeth lengthen, pupils become vertical slits, and the scales start to emerge in patches on the skin. There are no signs of the beads or masks you might see on a student.

Goss nearly trips over himself as he backs out of the door. "Sure! I'll go get Master Ot! Of course!" He then runs out the door.

Ducreyi is not so eager to comply. "I am not yours to command, Laesah. Everywhere you go is chaos. Everywhere you go is death, weranga tukutuku. Threads, come with me. Or haven't you noticed that every time something tries to kill you, it's when these ones are around?"

Ducreyi leaves. Threads looks conflicted for a second then sighs, shrugs at you apologetically, and follows Ducreyi out the door. "Hope we see you around. Don't die, alright?"

While looking over the room and the bodies, the pack finds: a warcaller’s chime of destruction, two vials of hunting spider poison, two short swords, two hand crossbows, and two sets of thieves tools. The short swords and the bolts loaded in each hand crossbow appear poisoned already.

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah sighs at Dookie’s temper tantrum.

”I wasn’t expecting more from that petulant brat.” She rubs her forehead and looks at the dead sekmin. ”I guess guarding two corpses isn’t an honoured duty, in all honesty.”

At the discovery of their equipment, Laesah frowns. ”Why did these intruders have items used to shatter things?”

She swiftly agrees with Much.


Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13

Much drops to her knees near the trap door and begins sniffing intently around the edges.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Perception and thirty feet of imprecise scent.


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Much doesn't detect anything out of the ordinary. The trap door smells of wood and the dirty trash that was parked on top of it. It's also locked, and the lock looks pretty complicated. You don't notice any traps though.


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Maddox takes the lockpicks and gets to work on the trap door...

lockpick 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
lockpick 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
lockpick 3: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
lockpick 4: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

It takes some effort, but eventually there is a pronounced CLICK and the door is open. Maddox looks up at you blankly, awaiting more ideas.

What do you do?

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah steps forward.

”Let’s advance,” she says, making eyes at her trio of compadres, then opening the trapdoor.


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M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1
GM Qronos wrote:

....There are no signs of the beads or masks you might see on a student.

Goss nearly trips over himself as he backs out of the door. "Sure! I'll go get Master Ot! Of course!" He then runs out the door.

Ducreyi is not so eager to comply. "I am not yours to command, Laesah. Everywhere you go is chaos. Everywhere you go is death, weranga tukutuku. Threads, come with me. Or haven't you noticed that every time something tries to kill you, it's when these ones are around?"

Ducreyi leaves. Threads looks conflicted for a second then sighs, shrugs at you apologetically, and follows Ducreyi out the door. "Hope we see you around. Don't die, alright?"

Before Ducreyi and Threads get more than a step past the door, Haunt - still crouched over Oyo's corpse - calls after them, "Hey, Ducreyi, you don't get to talk to Laesah - or anybody else - like that! Maybe you'll fight when it's your own butt on the line, but it sure seems like you don't care about anything or anybody else. You're the wererat ticktock, not Laesah."

"Threads, you and Goss are good people. Don't worry about us, we'll see you around."

Laesah Doul wrote:

Laesah sighs at Dookie’s temper tantrum.

”I wasn’t expecting more from that petulant brat.” She rubs her forehead and looks at the dead sekmin. ”I guess guarding two corpses isn’t an honoured duty, in all honesty.”

At the discovery of their equipment, Laesah frowns. ”Why did these intruders have items used to shatter things?”

She swiftly agrees with Much. ”Let’s advance,” she says, making eyes at her trio of compadres, then opening the trapdoor.

Haunt nods. After scooping the tools, weapons, and warcaller's chime of destruction into his magic bookbag until the Pack can get them back to the Stump for examination, the amurrun gets up and brushes ineffectively at his blood-matted fur. "Yeah, let's what these jerks were hiding. 'Hello, fellow students, we are hiding behind the death trap to avoid annoying teachers!' I can't believe I bought that from these... these... beadless bozos! Maskless mooks?"

He wipes his rapier blade on Oyo's robes to clean it then reluctantly sheaths it. "Don't like going down there without a blade in my hand, but I can't climb a ladder with my teeth." He peers through the open trapdoor.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Haunt has low-light vision, but if it's too dark to see all the way down, he will pull out a sunrod and start it glowing. When he goes down the ladder (after he sees what's down there), he will stick the sunrod in his belt to keep his hands free.


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Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13

Much begins stowing her stone rope to free her hands for the descent.
"I can go down first, if it helps."
She looks up to her friends and shows her fangs in a large grin.
"A Kholo is always armed, after all."

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah smiles genuinely.

”I’m lucky to have you all in my pack,” she beams.


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You make your way down the trap door ladder and find a tunnel. It's cramped but you can squeeze your way through in a single file. After a couple minutes of travel the pack reaches another door. Maddox steps up with his lock picks.

Pick1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Pick2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Pick3: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Pick4: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Pick5: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Pick6: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

After a fair amount of fiddling, the door opens and he peeks out, then steps back and makes way for Much to take point. Much steps through and finds that the tunnel lead them to a knot out of the way shrubs - still on the campus, but in a deserted side street.


M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1

“Well, this isn’t what I expected to find on the other end of the tunnel. So it’s a secret entrance for murderous snake-men to sneak into an unused building and … play cards?” Haunt looks around in confusion.

“Should we go back and check those crates? And make sure those guys don’t have any friends hiding in the other rooms of the building?”

He scans the area for any sign of where Oyo and Mtembe came from, what the tunnel has been used for, or how many people have been using it.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13


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It's hard to tell how much this has been used, or by how many people. You do know that there are at least a couple doors you haven't been through back in the storage building.


Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13
Haunt wrote:
“Well, this isn’t what I expected to find on the other end of the tunnel... "

Much scowls and sniffs the air.

"I wasn't expecting to be outside either.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29


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Much gets a better sense of things. It looks like only ONE set of tracks come and go this way, and they aren't the same size as Mtembe or Oyo's (though they do belong to a medium creature).

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

”So they had an accomplice,” Laesah reasons from Much’s observations.

”Let’s head back to the building and see what else we might find there. Perhaps Teacher Ot or some other school official will be there with their wisdom.”


M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1

”Agreed.”


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The pack makes its way back to the room with the trap door and finds Goss looking panicked. As soon as he sees you he sighs in relief. "I couldn't find you guys, and I didn't know if they got you somehow. I grabbed the first teacher I could find."

Next to him is Koride, wearing her typical aloof near-sneer. "What have you gotten yourselves into now?" She asks, gesturing at the dead bodies. The bodies have finished their transformation and are now fully snake men.


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M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1

“Goss and his friends told us there was something weird happening in this building, so we decided to check it out. We were attacked by animated statues before we even got to the door. Once we got past those, we spotted a secret door on one side of the first room inside, but the door to this room had a Serpent Ward trap on it! We disarmed it, and when we got inside we found two apparently “normal” humans in vaguely student-ish robes sitting around playing cards. They claimed they were just relaxing, hiding out from their teachers. It seemed fishy - if I’m going to dodge animated constructs and poison death traps, it’s going to be for a better reason that playing copper-ante card games with a buddy - but whatever, we aren’t the fun police. So we started to leave, figuring we’d ask around or come back later, but they attacked us as we walked out the door! They shifted into some kind of in-between shape, still looking more human than not but their fangs were long enough to rip my neck wide open and give me a nasty dose of venom on top of it. I went down hard and fast and would have bled out in seconds if Maddox here hadn’t patched me up almost as soon as I hit the ground. Much and Laesah did most of the work in taking them down and only then did they change shape to look like … well, like that!”

Haunt may be fully healed, but he is still covered with dried blood, most of it his own. He gestures to his blood-matted fur and points to the signs of the battle on his comrades as supporting evidence.

“Anyway, Laesah spotted this trap door, so once we were all back on our feet we went down to check out where it went. There’s a tunnel that leads all the way to the outskirts of campus, I think - it was pretty deserted. It looked like only one person had been using the tunnel, which means maybe these guys got in a different way. We haven’t checked out the whole place yet, so we came back to do that and to see if Goss had managed to bring back a teacher for us to report to - which he did! Thanks, Goss!”

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah’s eyebrows go as high as possible as she regards Haunt with respect.

”What he said, Teacher,” she nods.


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Koride takes her glasses off, closes her eyes, and rubs at the bridge of her nose. "How can you be so careless, annoying, and somehow in the midst of all of that so impressive. A serpent ward is no simple thing, and serpentfolk have been a challenge for even the most adept. We've had them here before, of course. A school like ours has too much power to not accumulate spies. Still...

She looks around the room at the garbage and mess. ...an interesting location, to be sure.

With a brusque incantation, Koride casts heal to top off the party. "I can't have Ot saying I left his students injured," she says, then points at the bodies. "Those are your responsibility though. Report them and see they are disposed of."

With that she turns to leave unless you intend to stop her.


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Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13

Much watches Koride's back disappear out the entrance.
"I appreciate the healing, but she's a b#@*%"
Her eyes go from the blood on Haunt and then trail down to the blood in her own fur before she sighs.
"Right. Next door then?"
Much falls into Delta Formation and casts shield.


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The pack moves through the secret door in Delta Formation and sees a small room containing cleaning supplies. Slumped in the corner is the corpse of a lithe woman with a snake head, her face is locked in a look of terror. There are no obvious signs of violence. No blood, no wounds.

Otherwise nothing is remarkable about the room. There is a door to the north and a door to the west,

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah moves up to the dead female sekmin, trying to see how she perished.

Medicine: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21


M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1

Haunt shakes his head in confusion. “So, this is what? Those two a$$hats were playing cards in the next room while another one of their group was literally scared to death in here?“

He looks around the room for any sign of what could have been so frightening.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15


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You don't find anything in the room that strikes you as particularly frightening, and checking her body confirms what you suspect. She died of some sort of fright, and while there are no other signs of bodily injury, there is some sign of mental trauma, with bloodshot eyes and some traces of blood inside the nose that wasn't immediately visible.

Maddox also has no additional observations about the room and thinks everything is as it appears. He does take a moment to set "What killed this woman" as a lead.

[ooc]What now? To reiterate, there is a door to the North and a door to the West. The map should now be updated (and I just realized I wasn't doing fog of war).[ooc]


M Catfolk Thaumaturge 4 (Wiz Dedication) | Perception +7, low-light vis. | HP 25/44 | AC 21 | F+9 R +11 W +7 (+2 vs misfortune, +1 vs foes demoralized w/in 24 hrs) | Hero Points: 1/3 | Spells: 0 - ∞/5; 1 - 1/1 | +1 Rapier +10 (1d6+1 P, ddly d8); Longbow +9 (1d8 P, ddly d10, range 100') | Add'l Damage: Pers. Ant. +4, Imp Emp +2/die | Esoteric Lore (E) +12 | Active* Enfeebled 1, Wounded 1

“Let’s start with the door to the west. That room probably connects to the room with the trapdoor.”

Haunt listens at the west door for sounds of gambling snake-men and/or horrors beyond the limits of what the humanoid mind can tolerate.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Silver Crusade

Female Anadi Monk 4 (Druid Dedication - Wave Order) | HP 48/48 | AC 23 | F+8* R+12 W+11 | Perception +9 | fist +11 (1d6+1 B) | dart +10 (1d4+1 P) | Conditions: none

Laesah nods and prepares herself.

Could Laesah have refocused at one point?


Fem Great Gnoll|Percep +9, low-light| HP 58/58|AC 21|F+9 R+8 W+9|Hero 1/3|Stone Rope +13 (2d8+4 B), Trip +13

Much follows the group to the western door, briefly breaking Delta formation to drop on her belly at the door, listening and sniffing at the gap above the floor.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Bouncing to her feet, Much recasts shield, and plays a bit of rope out on her weapon before nodding her readiness to the group.

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