Qstors #9-20: Fury of the Final Blade (FULL) (Inactive)

Game Master Qstor

"The most important part appears to be the fact that the guards patrol at regular intervals. If we time things properly, we shouldn't have to deal with them. In fact, if we wait until just after they go their rounds we might be able to get in and get out before they do their next," Kahwen says.

"Hopefully, having the keys will help."

Aye...great minds do think alike, Kahwen. The quicker we get in and out...with minimal interference, the better. The sun isn't going to slow down rising just because we want it to...

"Did you get close enough to check for magic?" Granny asks. It's expensive to set up, but you can cover an area with invisibility purge or dimensional anchor. I'd like to know if walking in will disable invisibility, or whether we can teleport anyone out if we need to. Those prisoners might be hurt too badly to walk out on their own."

No, unfortunately. I should have but didn't want to run the risk of discovery. I can make a trial run before we do..I can detect auras.

"Only if it wouldn't cause you any trouble." Granny smiles at Rallas' suggestion. "Otherwise, one of us might be able to check for magic on the way in. I'm sure we're all used to improvising when something like that comes up."

Suddenly remembering something, Granny perks up. "Before I forget again, I have a few spells for everyone. One will keep anyone from tracking us, even if the next patrol that comes by has bloodhounds. One might let me move a bit quicker, and help others follow." She pauses before adding "...wish we had time to stash some of my equipment on the ship, but that can't be helped now. One for my health, and another to keep my senses sharp."

"Kahwen, would you like a Heroism spell?" She pulls out a wand and waggles it. "I also have three casts of Mage Armor if the frontliners want it, in case there are ghostly types in there."

False Life HP: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"I'm no hero, Granny but I'll take any spell that will help us," Kahwen replies.

"And I may be able to carry some stuff for you, if you like. My pockets are deeper than they seem," he says and stuffs his hands in until he's contorted in what looks like an uncomfortable manner with his whole arms in the pockets.

They're effectively the side pockets of a Handy Haversack.

"I'm no hero, Granny but I'll take any spell that will help us," Kahwen replies.

"And I may be able to carry some stuff for you, if you like. My pockets are deeper than they seem," he says and stuffs his hands in until he's contorted in what looks like an uncomfortable manner with his whole arms in the pockets.

They're effectively the side pockets of a Handy Haversack.

"That may... wait a moment, please." Granny shuffles her own backpack off and peers inside. "I have a fair amount of space in here, but it's approaching the weight limit."

She pulls out a large bag of birdseed and some trail rations, moves a waterskin into a side pouch and straps a wayfinder to her belt. Then, gauging the space a little more, pulls out a bedroll and comfy-looking blanket, laying them aside. "Okay, if you can take my Sunday best, I think I can make this work." She hands Kahwen a folded set of nice clothing and matching jewelry. 12 lbs, or 19 if you can handle two sets of clothing.

She stands up and adjusts her shawl, which shimmers and reveals itself to be an obsidian-black breastplate. "Now, could someone please help me get this off and stashed in my haversack?"

Hand off 12 or 19 lbs, drop 8+4+5(+3?)lbs, stash 30lbs of armor in haversack

Jory gets his mage armor wand out again.

I have an idea. Let me ahead alone and see if there are any magical wards where we want to go. That way, I can wave the rest up if the way is clear. And if I should get caught, it's only me they have...you can finish the mission. Rallas offers as he gets out his wands to ward himself for the mission.

when near the prison, will cast shield, longstrider and lead blades...

umd shield: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
umd longstrider: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
leadblades: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Percy also casts a couple of spells - one across the group.
He then shakes two vials of alchemicals through a secondary vial.

See Invisibility
Delay Poison - Communal
Antiplague/Vial of efficacious medicine
Antitoxin/Vial of efficacious medicine

Kahwen carefully takes Cheechatkae's clothes and slips them into one pocket, taking extra precautions to avoid rumpling or wrinkling them.

He then stands around awkwardly as everyone else goes about their preparations.

"At least if you get captured we know where you'll be and we're going there, anyway, Friend Rallas," he quips.

He also makes sure Rallas has the keys. The man can do his scouting and open the door for them, then.

"May I suggest we wait for the guards to do their round past the entrance and then start. That will give them time to get away from there but maximize the time we have inside. We should also follow behind them so it is longer between when they get to a certain point and when we are there."

"If we're doing it that way, I should probably try something first."

"This morning, the wind offered to give me glimpses of where it can blow. You said the prison had windows?" She waits for a nod before continuing. "If there's somewhere safe within about six hundred and fifty feet of the window, I can ask for a peek inside. If we take a walk around and check a few different windows, I can probably get a good idea of the layout."

"Unfortunately, I think the glimpses would register as scrying, so if the prison had a ward up against that they might know someone was getting nosy. The hallow spell can't support that particular detection spell, though, so it's more than likely fine."

"Also, I never got an answer on the mage armor. Kahwen, Rallas, Trokkus, do you want it? Jory, of course, has his own wand, which I'm happy to use on you if you need me to."

Jory offers mage armor charges to any who need it.

I'll sneak in and see if there are any magic wards. I can differentiate between them...but just knowing there are some there is better than nothing. I'll wave you forward when I get in position to make entry. Rallas says before heading out, not making a sound as he goes.

i'm good for mage armour...got shield up...

Rallas sneaks forward, eyes and ears straining for anything that might endanger the mission.

stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20
perc, +3 traps: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28

yep..about as stealthy as a rampaging elephant...lol

"Also, I never got an answer on the mage armor. Kahwen, Rallas, Trokkus, do you want it? Jory, of course, has his own wand, which I'm happy to use on you if you need me to."

"If you think it's for the best Friend Cheechatkae," Kahwen agrees amenably.

I put Rallas and Kahwen on the map

The key stolen from the guard easily opens the door to the ill prison and no strange effects happen as it's open. The party didn't find any traps on the door.

Kahwen and Rallas see nothing in the "first room" ahead but hear quiet whistling coming from the left of the map

It's "Common" tongue if that's a thing for whistling.

Before they took off, Granny taps Kahwen with her wand. Feeling the missing weight of her own armor, she also taps herself.

I think Rallas was checking for magic first?

Once Granny is given the all-clear (from a distance), she asks the spirits for a peek into the corner window.
"Wind Sight" (su) ability from the wind shaman (wandering) spirit. 1r clairvoyance, placing the sensor above the window on the inside.

After a quick peek in, she makes a circuit of the prison, doing the same for the other windows.

Plan and crunch in discussion thread.

She describes what she saw with those who'd stayed behind, then uses one of her scrolls of Invisibility and heads for the door.

T10 Invisible Stealth: 10 + 4 + 20 = 34

Natharanak flies to a rooftop facing the prison's front door and perches in the shadows.

T10 Stealth: 10 + 14 = 24
T10 Low-Light Perception: 10 + 6 = 16

Natharanak flies to a rooftop facing the prison's front door and perches in the shadows.

[dice="T10 Stealth"]10+14
[dice="T10 Low-Light Perception"]10+6

he doesn't notice anything

sorry missed the detect magic Rallas notices two strong spells on the BUILDING dimensional anchor and magic circle vs good

@Granny sorry what corner? We'll assume North is UP on the map

sorry...didnt get the notis for new posts...

Rallas follows Granny's plan after letting the others know what he found out.

Jory reminds his friends he can shoot and break things with his space metal arrows.

Trokkus moves as quietly as his awkward frame allows, trusting his allies will let him know when the time for action comes . . .

I'm back, thanks for your patience.

Kahwen joins the others and is ready to breach the prison when they are.

Are you guys moving in? @Kahwen I had you placed outside the doors.

Jory moves in sneakily.

After her invigorating early-morning jog (got to stay young!) around the building, Granny sketches out what she could see of the interior. "I didn't see anyone we were sent for, but I only had a few seconds to look. They might have moved the condemned already."

She points to the unknown area just northeast of the front door. "I couldn't see this area, but that room looks like the warden's office. It might connect to the cells, but I imagine the only access is around to the left."

I only saw one group of people, gaming just left of the entry door. Estienne is with them. I didn't see anybody else outside of the cells. There's ways to hide from divinations, though, or they could just be invisible. Or in that closed-off room to the west. Do be careful, everyone. I'd hate for anyone to get hurt here."

Before approaching the building, Granny uses one of her scrolls of see invisibility (the one she'd forgotten about, stuck to a half-melted candle.) It seems strange that they wouldn't have anyone directly watching the prisoners.

Also Delay Poison on everyone

"Let's go in, I'll save invisibility until a point where we will 100% need it"

Percy tugs his garments that then transform into typical Galtan grey-gardner attire...
Using Disguise skill too

Rallas darts inside quickly and quietly. He heads to the door to his right and listens at the door before checking it for a trap then silently opening it.

stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22
perc, +3 traps: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30
Dd. +8 if a traps: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25

Jory follows quietly. He has his bow ready.

Granny moves in past Jory and into the nearest alcove. She does not want to be caught outside if fighting breaks out and her invisibility falls.

T10 Invisible Stealth: 10 + 4 + 20 = 34

Kahwen draws his sword and moves up to support Rallas.

He doesn't get too close to his friend, though just in case there is a trap there that can get multiple targets.

Rallas fumbles with the lock but isn't able to get it open.

Jory easily slips behind the other Pathfinders.

I'm going to assume Kawhen tries. It's not trapped

The tengu easily opens the door. There's a desk with a quill and ink sitting on top.

I'm going to assume you go through the drawers. You find a note in common. Posted above on slide 2

"That is rather concerning"

Granny keeps an ear out for sounds of alarm coming from either the Gardeners or the probably-office to the east. Jory had a good-enough view of that room, and he seemed neither alarmed nor inclined to move up. So... stay here keeping watch for now.

T10 Perception: 10 + 12 + 2 = 24

"It's probably just dogs, right?" Kahwen whispers after reading the note.

He slips past Rallas and checks the next door, pulling his fancy thieves tools from one of his pockets as he does so, then shoving the edge of granny's dress that came out with them back in.

Perception (for Traps): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

Disable Device (door or trap) MW Thieves Tools: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 17 + 2 = 26

Disable Device (door if there's a trap) MW Thieves Tools: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 2 = 23

Trokkus reads over the note, and nods. "It figgers. Creeps usin' final blades and such probably ain't adverse to consortin' with even worse."

Either I'm getting rusty and need some practice, or it's time to retire.... the elf says sheepishly after his lackluster efforts at his craft.

That is worrisome...if they can't control these creatures, they could be a sever problem...

you get the sense that citizen dread is a leader of the gray gardeners and the letter refers to the undead

There the corner looks like a bedroom. There is a fine bed make of sturdy wood and sheets from distant lands. Kawhen searches the room thoroughly and finds nothing of value.

I'm going to assume you eventually make it to the guards? Let me know when you do?

Trokkus half-whispers, half-mumbles to the others. "Gotta either be real sneaky or try an' take out these mooks fast, a'fore they can alert the whole base. Mebbe one of youse have a silence to lay down?"

Trokkus half-whispers again. "Sounds like Estinne's one of the fellas playin' cards over there! I say we mosey over and ask ta be dealt in!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Jory whispers:
”I can blunt arrow them which knocks ‘em out.”

"I think we should ask exactly that"

Let's go get in front of them - I'm disguised as a GG so lets see what happens...

Works for me... Rallas says with a nod.

Kahwen keeps back and keeps to the shadows. Chances are, a tengu WON'T be able to pass as one of the guards or someone who belongs there.

Stealth: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42

Chances are, a tengu WON'T be able to pass as one of the guards or someone who belongs there.

This is the PEOPLES revolution, comrade, everyone belongs to the great proletariat and only the dangerous bourgeois elites would divide us flesh from feather, we all know that such traitors should be re-educated - or face the people's justice on the guillotine. Anyone questioning the tengu people's legitimacy is thus an enemy of the State and is a dangerous threat that must be dealt with - weeds need to be ripped out roots and all lest they begin to take over the garden of glorious peoples republic

”I got the sandwiches!”

Jory hands wax paper wrapped sandwiches over.

OK I'll assume that you move towards them.

THe guards stand and pause seeing Percy dressed as one of them.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" says Estinne. "It's late. He points. "Who are the others Gardener?"

Granny resists the urge to sigh, her invisibility fading while the others were searching that bedroom. It got her in here, and that's what counts.

She resists the urge to move, knowing her out-of-practice stealth skills would be more likely to draw attention before the others were ready.

Rallas stays silent and tries to keep a gruff demeanour, knowing he is not the best with diplomacy, preferring to duel with blades as opposed to words.