GM Qstor PFS #0-28 Lyrics of Extinction FULL (Inactive)

Game Master Qstor

Natharanak waits on Granny's shoulder, apparently intent on something.

Keep watch on Granny's emotional state via Empathic Link. If Granny starts going strange, bite her.

"Thank you Friend Inga and Granny Cheechatkae," Kahwen says as one lady removes the spine sticking in him and the other heals him up.

When what they are going to do is settled, he hops into one of the canoes. It quickly becomes evident that he knows his way around boats and his outfit isn't just for show.

As the pyramid comes within view and hearing, he accepts one of the sets of ear plugs but keeps a sharp eye out for threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

Rallas casts a side eye at Smorboll. He then looks at Inga.

A side mission, i assume? Don't worry..I'll never tell... he adds, sotto voce.

As they make their way down the water, he looks out along the way.

Earplugs would be good...must invest in a pair or two...I seem to have everything but those... Rallas says looking over his gear, mentally chastising himself at his shortsightedness when they reach their goal.

umd shield: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
umd long strider: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
lead blade: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

of course i use good rolls for them...lol

Jory cautiously accepts then cleans his earplugs off with some water, wipes them down, and puts them in his pocket.

"I can be sneaky when its time to go in. And I can see in the dark--let me take point. I like to be ready to hear things."

Trokkus nods as he takes the offered earplugs and puts them in. He says, much too loudly "Thanks Granny!"

We jumped ahead to stay on this roller-coaster, so I'm not sure what the resolution was with the elf, but as a Paladin of Sarenrae, Trokkus would have done the best he could to set them on the right path. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption! (and he would never in a million years return them to slavery, if that was what was going on!)

I'll use a lay on hands on myself.

lay on hands: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 6, 6) = 25

Jory cautiously accepts then cleans his earplugs off with some water, wipes them down, and puts them in his pocket.

"I can be sneaky when its time to go in. And I can see in the dark--let me take point. I like to be ready to hear things."

Klaus raises an eyebrow at Jory.

Trokkus nods as he takes the offered earplugs and puts them in. He says, much too loudly "Thanks Granny!"

We jumped ahead to stay on this roller-coaster, so I'm not sure what the resolution was with the elf, but as a Paladin of Sarenrae, Trokkus would have done the best he could to set them on the right path. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption! (and he would never in a million years return them to slavery, if that was what was going on!)

we can hit rewind. I was just trying to keep things moving... REWIND...buzz

The elf looks at the half orc. "You look all stoic. Are you letting me go free or kill me like you outsiders do?"

The druid rubs his face then shakes his head.

"I don't think I can go through walls unless someone magics me."

Jory turns to the prisoner. "I think you should accompany us and see the good work we are doing to help this area out. We didn't bring a bard, so you will have to do."

Jory hands him some parchment and quill. The top parchment is a drawing of the elf, which Jory takes and puts in his pocket.

"Write about what happens, you can leave out the part of fighting us if you want. I have money to pay you, but it all depends on how good a story you write. You can keep that inkpen, quill, and vial of ink too."

Granny would have raised an eyebrow at that, if she had one. "You're the one that attacked us, you know, and we came here because of dead travelers. You don't exactly have the moral high ground to talk about "outsiders" doing all the killing."

"So," Granny asks, leaning forwards on her cane (and repositioning it in a less-soggy spot.) "What position do you hold in your tribe, and what is your personal position on slaves?"

A handy ability, going through walls. makes my job much easier. Rallas says, stifling a chuckle. he then hears the wild elf rambling on about something.

i chose to engage you using fists...in hopes to spare you, cousin. next time i bring this out...and i assure you it hurts a lot more than a punch... he pats his large blade.

Jory whispers to Rallas

"They teach the wild elves to read and write don't they??

Trokkus nods, arms crossed, waiting to see how the prisoner responds to the others' comments and trying to get a sense of whether there'll be anything trustworthy forthcoming.

Sense Motive+Boon: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 2 = 34

"So," Granny asks, leaning forwards on her cane (and repositioning it in a less-soggy spot.) "What position do you hold in your tribe, and what is your personal position on slaves?"

"I am but a guard and watcher. I keep the howlers we use as guard animals." He pauses. "Slaves are are foes we have defeated in combat. They regain their honor by cleaning our homes and working in our fields. If they disobey they are punished such is the way of things."

He looks at Rallas. "Are you punching me while I'm disarmed cousin. That is not sporting. " He spits at the ground. "Kill me or let me go. You have defeated me. Make your choice!"

He seems impatient.

"Let you go?" Granny asks. "Wouldn't it be 'the way of things' for us to take you home and have you clean for us? Or serve as a chronicler, as Jory suggests? You were defeated in combat, after all."

"Would you like that?"

Let's see how much sudden empathy he musters up here, now that the shoe's on the other foot.

Jory looks disappointed, "I was right to mistrust elves I guess."

Jory puts his writing equipment away.

After cracking his back and then his knuckles he says. "We can put you back to sleep for a while. Or you can come as a slave till someone in that pyramid speaks on your behalf. I thought elves were supposed be literate. The goblin Effy or Ellie I met on one of my earlier missions is better behaved."

Jory is truly disappointed in their prisoner. He was sad that most elves were not as good as goblins.

You had your bow ready and aimed at us, as i recall...and i chose to try to spare your sorry hide... Rallas says to the elf then turns and waves his hand dismissively.

Do with him what you wish...I grow tired of his insolence...

Trokkus stares into the distance, obviously giving the matter some deep thought. After a while, he sighs, walks over to the elf, and punches him right in the jaw! He hoists the unconscious figure over his shoulder and carries him into the canoe.

"Can't figger out what ta do with this fella, so we'll take him with us fer now and mebbe I ken pray for an answer in the mornin'. I tell ya, this redemption business sure ain't easy! Too many of them, whatchacallit, 'moral implications' and so forth."

Trokkus will do a nonlethal attack to knock the elf unconscious.

Jory helped. He didn’t use his fists much, and knocking out insolent elves was fun.

Granny sighs. "I suppose that works for now. Maybe waking up believing he's a slave will make him rethink his life."

"Will one of the collars from the howlers fit him? We'd want to scratch off Zon-Kuthon's symbol first, of course."

*****

When the boats get less than a mile from their destination, Granny will pull out a scroll. "Let me see if I can get a better idea of what's waiting for us" she says, before casting the scroll and letting out a surprisingly-complex series of birdcalls.

"I don't think he'll do any more harm. I say we let the elf go. We're heading out of the area and I'm sure we'll take the canoes back this way along the river and not have to trespass across his land."

Kahwen stands awkwardly to the side of the group as they interrogate the elf. While he'll kill a dangerous opponent without hesitation, he fears that the man's answers may lead to him being executed and he's not comfortable with that. Though he's also not comfortable with arguing with fellow Pathfinders.

In fact, he winces sympathetically as the elf gets punched in the jaw but then breathes a sigh of relief at the relatively non-violent outcome.

He'll tie him up while they're on their way there.

moving along

The paladin sucker punches the elf in the back of the head. He drops like a doll.

- - -

As the group approaches the city, a red and yellow parrot flies to Granny.

"Rah...Dangers in City...Rah...bugs...rah..Rah..bugs..." It looks around then picks at it's foot. "Rah"

Bugs? that doesn't sound good at all...let's go ahead and scout...find out what we can...
do i need to buff again?unsure as to timeline...got lost in the talk...

[Rallas sneaks ahead a bit to see if he can find out anything.

stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (2) + 19 = 21
perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
survival: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 1 = 18in case there are tracks..saving time...lol

lol....really, dicebot?

Granny concentrates a moment, then squawks back.

She holds out a portion of pressed seed-grain-and-nut bar to the parrot as thanks.

"I asked what dangerous things were living in the city. Apparently, 'bugs' are the danger."

Natharanak cocks his head at the other parrot before squawking something himself.

Bugs? that doesn't sound good at all...let's go ahead and scout...find out what we can...

do i need to buff again?unsure as to timeline...got lost in the talk...

[Rallas sneaks ahead a bit to see if he can find out anything.

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Rallas approaches and sees a stone door at the base of the pyramid but nothing else.

do you open the door?

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Granny concentrates a moment, then squawks back.
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She holds out a portion of pressed seed-grain-and-nut bar to the parrot as thanks.

The parrot gently gobbles down the seeds and grain bar. "Rahh..Thank you" It bobs back and forth.

Natharanak cocks his head at the other parrot before squawking something himself.

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"Rah...what sings?"

Granny smiles at the bird's obvious enthusiasm for the food.

She does her best to chirp calmly and unthreateningly.
T10 Adjust Birb attitude: 10 + 29 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 29 + (4) = 43
T10 Request Information: 10 + 7 = 17

the elf checks for traps first before opening the door, having learned to trusting nothing is as it seems in his career.

perc, traps: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (15) + 24 = 39

"Here's a bit of assistance, Rallas."
Inga casts guidance on Rallas before he searches.

She then casts mage armor on Klaus.
"Here you go, sweetheart."

Klaus gives a wink to Inga.

Jory prepares to stick close to the elf.
stealth: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

Kahwen joins the forward team at the door, moving quietly and carefully. He's just as careful looking for traps on and around the door and he reaches into one of the big pockets of his coat, half drawing out a set of thieves tools in case they're needed.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Stealth: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (3) + 23 = 26

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Granny smiles at the bird's obvious enthusiasm for the food.

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"No...more seeds...rah more seeds. I'm a pretty bird...rah"

the elf checks for traps first before opening the door, having learned to trusting nothing is as it seems in his career.

[dice=perc, traps]1d20+24

Kahwen and Rallas find no traps on the door.

I put everyone near the door on Slide 2, assuming you open it.

Opening the door, The inside of the pyramid has been torn
apart by a powerful force. Piles of bricks
and stones are all that remain of altars
and benches. Cracks in the walls let in
natural light. A gaping hole has torn
apart the floor, providing an entrance
to the unlit temple basement below.

It smells musty.

Trokkus walks in and takes a look around. He points toward the hole: "Good thing I got these fancy new boots!" he half-whispers, pointing toward his feet. Tiny wings can be seen attached to the side of them.

Perception check to search: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Trokkus walks in and takes a look around. He points toward the hole: "Good thing I got these fancy new boots!" he half-whispers, pointing toward his feet. Tiny wings can be seen attached to the side of them.

[dice=Perception check to search]1d20+7

Trokkus doesn't notice anything of interest in the room.

The parrot flies around Granny, then perches on her shoulder.

Jory realizes the other scouts were doing a better job than he was.
"Rallas, you and Kahwen are better scouts than I am. This is my first mission where I have met scouts better than I am, and its two scouts better than I am!"

Jory makes a sweeping bow and removes his hat.

"I am honored to be with you. I will try not to make as much noise in the future."

Jory looks around for threats.
Perception rolls, 3: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 231d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 261d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
A scan at the threshold, one at the altar, and one by the way down.

Not noticing anything interesting in the room, Trokkus activates the magic in his winged boots and awkwardly half-hops, half-flies to the edge of the pit to look down.

The dear was a bit of a birdbrain. Not unexpected, really.

Granny reaches into her pack and pulls out a piton, then looks around for a good place to wedge it - the room was small enough that a rope ought to reach from here down to wherever Trokkus was looking.

Natharanak stares at the interloping parrot with an unreadable expression, not giving up his shoulder.

"That parrot sure is friendly."
Inga says, somewhat suspicious of the bird. She glares at the parrot trying to sense if it has some spark of intelligence (more than a usual parrot).
"I don't know. I just don't trust that bird."
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

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Inga searches around the room with the others.
"Junia, Jeeves, Smörboll, stay close... and don't touch anything."
She warns in a motherly manner.

Inga watches Granny struggle with a rope and pitons for a moment before speaking.
"Granny. Wait a moment. I have feather fall. I can cast it at the same time we all leap into the hole. However, before we do so..."
Inga peers into the hole.
"Hold on. Allow me to check for undead first."
She casts detect undead and scans the floor below.

"I could fly down there in my incorporeal form and check for dangers as well. Before you all take the leap, of course."
The phantom werewolf suggests.

Rallas eyes he parrot suspiciously. If it rankles Inga's feelings, it might be a threat.

sense motive, studied target: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 1 = 17

He then peers over the edge into the hole. He gets out a rope and ties a stone at the end, then lowers it into the hole.

Should give us a rough estimate of how deep... he says casually as he gets out his ioun torch.

if i need to re0up my buffs, let me know...

"Oh, feather fall will get us down there just fine." Granny pauses her preparations and looks back to Inga. "But how exactly were you planning on getting everyone back up?"

Since the spells are already flying and they were making noise, Granny takes the opportunity to user her Shining Wayfinder to find the closest Evil.
Hopefully the needle doesn't point to her shoulder
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Well, I have a double length of rope...and a climber's kit should the need arise...and a potion that lets me fly if there is an emergency... Rallas looks for a spot to anchor or tie the rope off.

"You did a fine job, Friend Jory. We all have our strengths and sometimes it is a combination of good abilities that make someone excellent rather than a single excellent ability," Kahwen says.

"I can glide down so you don't have to use a spell on me. It looks like Klaus and Trokkus can get down and up without any outside assistance and so can I and Rallas, if necessary. Anchoring the rope now might be best but it isn't our only option," he adds to the conversation.

Jory went down the rope knowing he could slow his fall when near a wall (up to 40’)

Jory went down the rope knowing he could slow his fall when near a wall (up to 40’)

The rope would need to be at the north or south edge of the eastern wall since it's just a big gaping hole in the floor.

Any undead auras below?

"Jory, don't be so hard on yourself. You're a wonderful addition to our group and I'm happy that you are with us."
Inga says with genuine sincerity.

Inga thinks for a moment about how to get back up from the lower level.
"Huh. I didn't think about that. Maybe there's another exit on the lower level."
She shrugs.

"I suppose it would be a good idea to lower a rope as a means to get out if there isn't another exit below."

I guess we're climbing the rope down instead. Take 10 for a total of 10 to climb down rope anchored near the eastern wall.

Jory went down the rope knowing he could slow his fall when near a wall (up to 40’)

I'm going to say you're hanging just on the edge.

The Pathfinders start to explore the room. The parrot on Granny's shoulder suddenly flies away. Inga's spell starts to "ping" as four misty and hideous creatures arise form the floor and glare evilly at the Pathfinders.

Combat

Pathfinders are up

Granny looks up from the detect evil compass to see things rise from the floor. And there's the trap.

What were those, some type of ghost? Abberation? Magical construct?

Religion: 1d20 + 16 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 16 + (4) = 32
Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 12 + (5) = 29
Arcana: 1d20 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 15 + (1) = 27

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Granny looks up from the detect evil compass to see things rise from the floor. And there's the trap.

What were those, some type of ghost? Abberation? Magical construct?

[dice="Religion"]1d20+16+1d6
[dice="Dungeoneering"]1d20+12+1d6
[dice="Arcana"]1d20+15+1d6

they're ghosts and radiate evil cause they're undead