3-18: Dacilane Academy Delightful Disaster (GMRR) (Inactive)

Game Master ChesterCopperpot

For the moment, at least, the kids seem settled into the great hall of the lodge. Several of them are spectating a lively game of drouge, waiting to score a match with the winner. Others are reading quietly in armchairs or sprawled in front of the fire.

Target dummies and racks of blunted weapons line three of the walls in this sparring space. On the western wall, a large mirror hangs from floor to ceiling. Tels and Vim are look to have tried on some of the practice gear, but they're currently making creative stacks of practice weapons in the center of the sparring space.

As you enter the room, Vim looks up and gasps, "What are those!" as she points at your reflections in the mirror. The goblin darts behind Tels.

The burly changeling squints at the mirror, then replies, "I think...I think it might be the chaperones.--Hello! Is that you?--It looks like their silhouettes in the mirror, at least."

Thievery (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Locke signs the word "Yes" and tries to make it appear clearly in the mirror.

"Does our breath show on the mirror?" Azrael wonders as Locke communicates with the children.

Thievery (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Help us. Stay together. Find focuses. Bring to Venture-Captain's room", he signs over and over until they understand.

"Yes, it's them alright!" Tels says, excitedly.

"Stay focused? My teachers tell me that all the time!" Vim exclaims.

"I don't think that "find focuses" is metaphorical, Vim." Tels replies. "The chaperones need us to find something, but..." the young man turns to your reflections, "Could you show us some moves first? You have no idea how disappointed Hari and Geltra are going to be if we don't finish our assignment."

You can demonstrate Pathfinder combat techniques by attempting Athletics checks, Strikes, or spell attack rolls. (Or something else suitable that requires an appropriate roll.)

"Oh, for the love of gold," Locke groans. "Best to just hurry and satisfy them."

He draws his dagger rather than his sword and demonstrates a simple feint.

Feint: Deception (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

...perhaps too hurriedly.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Harumi twirls her priest's staff around before slamming it down on the ground with enough force that the vibrations make it all the way to the children's realm of existence.

"By the spirits I hope I was not as impertinent as a young one." she mutters.

Gwen roll her eyes. "I guess." She snaps her fingers and her hand is engulfed in green flame again. She hurls it at the head of a target dummy.

Spell Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Azrael draws her scythe and spins it around and around, slashing at the air, showing her newfound prowess with such a weapon.

Scythe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Watch closely, hatchlings. This is how the great dragon attacks evil doers."

Jinlong concentrates and hurls divine energy at a target dummy.

Divine Lance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Oh NOW I manage to crit...

I was just going to move up to one and use my breath weapon on it, but that didn't need an attack roll...

Igaraise follows the others out to the central area slowly, grumbling about having to go here and there and back again.

He takes a look at the target dummies and fighting going on, gives a bored yawn and fires off a ray of frost before turning around and heading back to the rest of the kids.

Ray of frost: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Wow! Amazing! Wait until we show the others." Vim and Tels do some fantastic imitations of your techniques, punctuated with appropriate sound effects.

Meanwhile, the energy from Jinlong's mighty blast reverberates through the chamber, lingering far longer than usual. In the magical blastwave, the mirror starts to shimmer, and more strange figures appear in it. They grow bigger the longer you watch them, as if they were swimming toward the surface of a strange lake.

Suddenly, the creatures burst through the window! Three flying, writhing creatures covered in multi-colored scales emerge into the room and make a b-line toward you. While they seem hostile, Vim and Tels haven't reacted to their presence in any way.

~+~Combat Round 1~+~
Gwen
Azreal
Blue
Red
Harumi
Locke
Jinlong
Thunder
Yellow

Map

Azrael pulls out a small bag of sand and pours it into her hands. "Sleep, little ones." The sand wisps through the air towards the window at the flying creatures.

Cast Sleep on Red

As the dust settles so too does a agical shield as it springs up in front of Locke.

◆ Amped Shield Spell (Locke)
◆◆ Sleep (DC 17)

"Jinlong...what did you do...?" Gwen watches the energy reverberate for a few moments before the creature burst through the windows. Suddenly, her demeanor changes from worried to excited as she realizes the creatures mean them harm.

"Oh, playthings! Good, I was getting bored." She points at the one in the center, saying, "Come play, my dear." Lightning erupts around it, arcing to another one of the creatures too.

Demoralize Yellow vs Will DC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Electric Arc (Reflex DC17) vs Yellow and Blue: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

◆ Demoralize Yellow
◆◆ Electric Arc on Yellow and Blue

Will (red): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Reflex (yellow): 1d20 + 11 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 11 - 1 = 12
Reflex (blue): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

The red creature just manages to shake off Azreal's spell, and Gwen easily startles the yellow worm before shocking two of the creatures. You notice that, after being shocked, their scales take on a yellowish glow.

The worms wriggle through the air and attack Harumi and Gwen.
Tail (Red v Harumi): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 for slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Tail (Red v Harumi): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 for slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Tail (Blue v Gwen): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 for slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Tail (Blue v Gwen): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 for slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Both of the tails connect once. Harumi and Gwen both feel strange!
DC 16 Will saves or stupefied 1 (stupefied 2 on crit fail.)

~+~Combat Round 1~+~
Gwen (-1)
Azreal
Blue
Red (-8)
Harumi (-2)
Locke
Jinlong
Thunder
Yellow (-8, frightened 1)

Map

Locke darts out from behind one of the practice dummies. "You've got this, Gwen," he says as he leaves the half-fey's side.

He cuts at the (blue) vibrant-colored wyrm that attacked her before turning to and bringing a slice to bear against the (yellow) one that failed to notice him.

◆ Stride
◆ Strike vs. Blue: +1 Aldori dueling sword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Slashing, Thief: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
◆ Strike vs. Yellow: +1 Aldori dueling sword, Surprise Attack: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 5 = 21 vs. Flat-footed & Frightened 1
Slashing, Thief: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 + Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 4

↺ You're Next: Defeats an enemy
Intimidation: Demoralize vs. Red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

That will do in blue. Red doesn't seem very intimidated by Locke, but I am!

Jinlong gasps at the three creatures. "I didn't do anything! I just showed the hatchlings how dragons attack!" He recovers and immediately brings down Abadar's wrath on Yellow.

Divine Lance vs Yellow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

He then casts shield to protect himself.

◆◆ Divine Lance
◆ Shield

Will Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Gwen's mismatched eyes unfocus for just a moment before she snaps back to glare at the thing that dare attack her.

Harumi will study red for a second.
discern weakness: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
If that identifies, she'll trigger his mortal weakness if it is 3 or more, otherwise she'll give him a personal antithesis . . . unless it crit fails?

attack 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
damage if hit: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

attack 2: 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 5 = 19
damage if hit: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

I'll update the tracker after Thunder goes, but Harumi takes out red with those two hits. Only yellow (-9) remains!

Thunder gives a scream as soon as they see the mirror creatures forming. "MIRROR SPIRITS! Hit them hard and hit them fast before they can form a reflection of you! If ythey do they're going to try kill and consume you. Also keep any reflective surfaces covered! They can jump from one to another!"

Thunder then draws up a large ball of electric energy in their clwas and fires it at the still standing spirit.
Thunder horizon Sphere, 3 actions: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Electric Damage, half on a miss: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2) = 10

The sphere of electricity slams into the creature, though its scales seem to discharge some of the energy harmlessly.

The yellow voidworm flails at Locke.
jaws: 1d20 + 11 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 11 - 1 = 20 for piercing: 1d8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 1 = 8
tail: 1d20 + 11 - 5 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 5 - 1 = 20 for slashing: 1d4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 1 = 5

Two hits!
Locke, please attempt a DC 18 Will save or be stupified 1

~+~Combat Round 2~+~
Gwen (-1)
Azreal
Harumi (-2)
Locke (-13)
Jinlong
Thunder
Yellow (-22)

Map

Will Azreal shield block that first hit? Uses your reaction rather than mine.

Will vs. DC 18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Ow!" Locke cries out as the wyrm slaps him. "Ya! I feel like I just woke up after drinking all night."

He tries to feint with his blade. "Now look here, worm, I say--what was I going to say?" He completely befuddles the wyrm and compounds it with truly wild swings.

◆ Feint: Deception (E), Stupefied 1: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 1 = 27
◆ +1 Aldori dueling sword: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 vs. flat-footed
◆ +1 Aldori dueling sword: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 5 = 5 vs. flat-footed

Azrael's shield absorbs the hit as two of the magical barriers burst apart. Break 2 layers of shield to shield block 7 damage from that first strike on Locke.

Azrael points a grayed hand out at the creature as magical energy stutters in and out of phase, burning into the creature.

Phase Bolt: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 If the target has any circumstance bonuses it is reduced by 2 for this attack.
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

↺ Shield Block
◆ Sustain Amped Shield Spell (Locke)
◆◆ Phase Bolt (Yellow)

Gwen cackles as she moves to get a better view of the creature. "Playtime, little one!" Green fire shoots out from her hand at it.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Move
◆◆ Produce Flame at Yellow

Jinlong again calls down the wrath of Abadar at the creature.

Divine Lance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Disgusted, he pulls out his crossbow.

◆◆ Divine Lance
◆ Draw Crossbow

Azrael & Gwen's combined attacks destroy the final worm. Tels is particularly impressed by the display of combat prowess, which he and Vim eagerly watched in the mirror.

"That was awesome! Here, take this!"

Tels trots up to the mirror with a fine short sword in hand. Though wrapped for practice, it has a beautiful jeweled pommel. He pushes it through the mirror and into the hand of Locke. "Woah, I didn't think that would work." The boy taps on the mirror, and it seems to have regained its solidity.

"Thanks for the help, Pathfinders. We're going to go back to the Great Hall and show off the moves you used!" Vim practically squeaks with excitement and you see that she is making notes, complete with diagrams in her notebook. Both kids head out of the room.

"Wait! No we need--!" Locke protests with futility since the students cannot hear him. "At least they will all be in one place now. Maybe."

Thunder's eyes widen at the sudden sword into the mirror trick that Tels pulls and narrows their eyes at the young 'human.' They watch the 'boy' for tell tale signs that he is a mirror spirit and not an actual boy as they stalk him back to the main room with a distrusting look.

Azrael taps the mirror face herself. "That is strange. Was it something to do with the blade itself?"

"It's like these Kits have no concept that we are literally trapped in another dimention. Oh well . . . at least they pay attention . . . sometimes. Now that they are back in one place, let's see if we can finally get them working on getting us out of this mess."

She shivers momentarily.

"The faster we get out of here the better."

When you return to the great hall of the lodge, all of the students are--thankfully--present and accounted for. There is still no sign of their teacher or any of the staff of the Woodsedge Lodge.

"Right. Let's see if we can get them focused on the task of saving us," Locke says, his tone conveying his pessimism. He walks over to the game board and starts to focus on moving the pieces around.

Thievery (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

He has a bit of trouble but manages to correctly spell, H E L P.

"I wonder where the teacher ended up at?" Azrael knows there is little more they can do but wait for the students.

Any checks we can do to try and figure out a way out of our situation? That quick pass through the mirror seems about our best possible route.

Diplomacy to communicate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

“Failsafe”

"I'd wager a shiny Sail that he was the one in the library using that book to communicate with us," Locke comments to the duskwalker.

Something odd is clearly going on here, and you don't feel like you've reached the heart of it. Now that the kids are safe, perhaps a thorough look-around is in order.

"With the children confined and safe, let's sweep the building for a better look." Azrael suggests as she floats off back towards the northern set of doors and opens them.

"We need them to find the 'focuses'. Whatever those are." Gwen flips her hair over her shoulder and follows Azrael.

Azrael floats through the doors and find a quiet courtyard open to the sky above. A cobblestone pathway winds its way between carefully tended topiaries and past a burbling fountain. Doors on the eastern and southern walls lead back into the lodge.

Map

"Well, then let us find the Venture-Captain's room," Locke says. "Then at least we know where to take the foci. Probably upstairs."

Jinlong follows, after putting his crossbow away.

The large staircase in the great hall provides easy access to the second floor.

The environment upstairs in the lodge is decidedly more chaotic, with shifting patterns in the carpet that change color; strange smells of the ocean, swamp, and desert wafting through the level; and odd noises of all types ringing through the air. The windows are shuttered. Lanterns with continual flames illuminate the area, as on the lower floor.

Doors to eight rooms lead off the hallways of the upper story.

Map

"Lets check the four rooms on this side first, then the other." Azrael motions to the north.

"Dwarven door technique or one at a time?" Locke asks as he follows the duskwalker.

"Dwarves can't always be wrong." Azrael looks to investigate the northern quarter.

I'll throw numbers up on the Map, before this gets too confusing.

"Ah. That was fast," Locke comments as Azrael emerges from the other door. "Maybe we should perform a visual inspection from the threshold."

"Ah. That was fast," Locke comments as Azrael emerges from the other door. "Maybe we should perform a visual inspection from the threshold."

My description here may not have been totally clear. All of the doors are closed.