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Your adventure begins in front of the Grand Lodge in Absalom.
The city is alive with the sounds of bustling conversation and commerce outside of the Pathfinder Society’s Grand Lodge. An older human man with a shock of white hair and a slight paunch, Drandle Dreng, stands smiling just off of the street and with perception indicative of a Pathfinder, he waves a beckoning hand.
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A Large ulfen man dressed in (slightly tight) urban-ware saunters toward the Grand Lodge. Slung over one shoulder is a bag with his less "respectable" gear. Gear that, should one be downwind, might provide a degree of offence to those with gifted olfactory senses.
Looking left, and then right, Ulvard crosses the busy road and peers at the slightly disreputable figure of Dreg. "I am Ulvard!" he states. "But you have already heard of Ulvard, thus you gesture to him."
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A short olive-skinned human male with black hair and a neatly-trimmed black beard walks carefully through the crowd. He is dressed in a gray robe, bound with a wide belt and has a cloak over the top. His head is bound in a light blue headscarf.
Spotting the venture-captain, he steps out of the crowd to join the small group.
He leans on his staff as he comes to a halt. "Well met fellow pathfinders! I am Khaldan al Tephu, at your service. "
With a quick sniff and a squint, he notes matter-of-factly "Ah, so that's why the crush parted as I got close." and moves to be upwind. "Good to make your acquaintance..."
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A dwarf holding a stein and what looks like an outfit more suited for bartending than adventuring chortles as he takes a sip from his mug.
"Well met! I am Kargoth! Dropped in an ale barrel as a babe and been devoted to the drink since then. I have some knowledge in healing and drink! Pleased to meet you all!" he says.
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A Large ulfen man dressed in (slightly tight) urban-ware saunters toward the Grand Lodge. Slung over one shoulder is a bag with his less "respectable" gear. Gear that, should one be downwind, might provide a degree of offence to those with gifted olfactory senses.
Looking left, and then right, Ulvard crosses the busy road and peers at the slightly disreputable figure of Dreg. "I am Ulvard!" he states. "But you have already heard of Ulvard, thus you gesture to him."
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A slender old elf in black leather and wearing a black hat moves silently towards the group of Pathfinders. In his back a strange looking crossbow is visible as well as numerous vials secured in his belts.
His smirking face is marked by numerous scars, some old, some fresh.
Greetings, name's Dolmandir.
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A short, stocky human, dark-haired and bearded with a complexion that looks permanently windburned, follows behind. A greatsword is sheathed over one shoulder and a greatclub over the other. He wears a light knee-length tunic decorated with bright embroidery around the collar and cuffs, plain wool trousers, and leather boots. "Kimmo am I. It's an honor to meet you all." His voice is a light tenor.
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"Pathfinders!" He says, motioning to follow. "Your timing is perfect, but let me get straight on to the matter at hand, and also add that I certainly hope that you're all wearing a good set of boots."
He swiftly walks off, leading you into the city's back alleys. "As you may well be aware, the Pathfinder Society has many allies hailing from across Avistan, Garund, and beyond. Some of our allies are much closer, and indeed right below our feet." He comes to a stop and motions down at a thick bronze plate in the road covering an entry into Absalom's sewers. "Perhaps you've heard of the Sewer Dragons? They're a resourceful kobold tribe claiming a major portion of Absalom's underground. The Society has understanding with them, and I've regularly met with their representative, one Dragonspeaker Engashez, a blue-scaled bard with a penchant for drums. While she can occasionally be yappy, she is prompt, and earlier today she failed to appear at our scheduled meeting. I suspect that something has happened, and I want to find out what."
Dreng leads the way below ground, into a subterranean chamber strewn with the carnage of a recent fight. Two ragged, giant holes are punched through the walls at the room's opposite ends though both tunnels subsequently collapsed. More startling are the dozen kobold corpses dead and partially submerged in the room's standing water.
"Oh no no…" Dreng mutters in disbelief before he raises his head at the echoing, distorted sounds of nearby fighting. "Trouble ahead. Whatever caused this must still be close by!" He points down one of the passageways out of the room and wades across the room towards the other exit. "I'll go this way and you go that way! Quickly now!"
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This passageway marks the beginning of the Sewer Dragon’s territory. With the tunnels bored through by some tunneling device or monstrosity collapsed, the only exits are into passages to the east and west. Venture-Captain Dreng has taken the western path and instructed you to take the eastern path.
None of the kobolds strewn about the room or floating in the sewage are still alive. The signs of battle are intense, though it’s clear that the kobolds were taken by surprise. Many still have their weapons sheathed at their sides, and an equal number of kobolds seem to have been crushed by debris or with bodies twisted as though smashed down by some powerful creature.
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Progressing down the passage, you quickly notice a pile of broken stones and glass in the tunnel’s center.
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After surveying the remains of the battle, Khaldan will pause and think. After a minute he will pronounce
"Otyugh are filthy trash eaters, they have three massive legs and three tentacles. One of the tentacles is an eye stalk and the other two are barbed which they grab and tear at prey with. So we should expect grab and reach attacks. Oh and of course you all saw the acid - that too."
When they find the sprung trap, he will comment "Looks the kobolds aren't without their defences! Glad we are being careful."
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Looks! The creatures seem to have veered to the sides of this passage, certainly chasing kobold victims as you can certainly see with theses numerous bloody marks along the walls.
Says, as if evident, Dolmandir
Stops! There is a trap. he adds before getting carefully closer and trying to disable it after getting his tools out.
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Dolmandir easily spots and removes a trapdoor. It's revealed to be a pit 20' deep and 10' square. You mark the trap and move on.
This stretch of the sewers curves back toward the west. You immediately notice another sprung trap: a broken trip wire and a hanging scythe blade.
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Debris, blood, and carnage fill this hallway. Blood is splattered around the room, and a sewage-soaked bag of tools sits abandoned on the southern walkway.
You notice another trap. Pressure sensitive panels in the floor connect to a barrel of debris hidden in the hallway’s ceiling.
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Dolmandir easily disarms the trap. Moving south, you notice the rubble of an impromptu deadfall trap.
DC 15 Medicine
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Kargoth tips some of the contents of his mug down the kobold's throat before getting to work. It seems to have work as the warrior seems to relax. He patches up the wounds and the warrior sits up slowly.
Blinking her orange eyes and squinting in pain, the kobold instinctively reaches for her weapon, a gleaming rapier, but pauses and relaxes as she recognizes members of the Pathfinder Society.
"I am Pethjun of the Sewer Dragons" she introduces herself.
"Pathfinders?" She glances about, wincing at the distant sounds of continued combat, "We were taken by surprise. Stupidly so! A machine with a great drill at the front, broke through into our territory. Don’t know what it was," She snarls, "It ignored us, but before its tunnel collapsed, otyughs and hungry oozes followed behind it. Chief Yiddlepode was injured from falling debris! Sent her and others off ahead and tried to fight; slow them down so she could escape." Frustrated and in pain, Pethjun screams in anger at her perceived failure, even if against overwhelming odds. "Can still hear fighting though! Pathfinders, we have an arrangement yes? Please help! Will tell you the way, will tell you the traps!"
Pethjun points you in the direction of where her tribe has made their stand. On the way you enter a crossroads from the north. You can hear the sounds of battle close by to the east. Moving towards the sound, you notice the trap that Pethjun pointed out to you. ().
You turn the corner and are immediately hit by an eye-watering stench. You see that the kobolds have made their stand here, behind a hastily prepared barricade at a bottleneck where the chamber meets a smaller passage. One kobold (Blue) flails at the barricade, while another (Red) is busily eating a dead kobold. To your surprise, the Red one speaks!
"Oh look! More food has walked in! We can eat the kobolds later, let's eat those bigger ones first!"
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Red immediately drops the kobold it was eating and oozes forward. It flails its tentacles at Folmyr.
Folymr gets smacked by the tentacle, which wraps itself around him.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Stench: -2 to saves vs disease, anything w/in 30' of the otyugh
Before Your Turn
DC 17 Fortitude Save vs Stench: Kimmo, Folmyr, Filma dur, Ulvard, Khaldan, Kargoth
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Those with ** may go
Red (Grabbing Folmyr)
**Kimmo - AC 18, 22/22
**Folmyr - AC 19, 29/34 (Grabbed, Immobilized, FF, Escape DC: 18)
Blue
Filma dur - AC 16, 15/15
Ulvard - AC 19, 38/38
White
Khaldan - AC 16, 15/15
Kargoth - AC 13, 20/20
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CONDITIONS AND EFFECTS REFERENCE
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CS/S: Unaffected; Immune for 1 hr
F: Sickened 1
CF: Sickened 1, Slowed 1 for 1 hr
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Folmyr manages to endure the eye-watering stench of raw sewage but Kimmo isn't as lucky. Kimmo manages to clear his digestive tract before entering his rage. He draws his sword and prepares to strike.
Folmyr breaks free of Red's tentacles and tries to smack Red. Unfortunately, he misses.
Blue moves forward. "Hey, Red! Get outta the way so I can get the fly!" It reaches out with another slimy tentacle.
But Folmyr manages to avoid the swats.
Ulvard pulls out his sword, steps forward and swings at Red.
He tries to power through the horrid smell.
"I've smelled worse!"
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Ulvard charges forward and swings at Red, opening a slice in its body.
"That wasn't very nice! Red growls.
What appears to be an ooze slithers forward. It hits the trap.
The ooze is slightly injured by the spear, but it manages to creep forward and unleashes a wave of filth, hitting everyone except Blue.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Stench: -2 to saves vs disease, anything w/in 30' of the otyugh
Before Your Turn
DC 17 Fortitude Save vs Stench: Kimmo, Dolmandyr, Khaldan
DC 15 Reflex Save vs Filth Wave: Kimmo, Dolmandyr, Khaldan, Kargoth, Folmyr
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Those with ** may go
Red (-7)
Kimmo - AC 18, 22/22
Folmyr - AC 19, 29/34
Blue
Ulvard - AC 19, 38/38
White (-9)
**Dolmandir - AC 18, 13/13
**Khaldan - AC 16, 15/15
**Kargoth - AC 13, 20/20
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CONDITIONS AND EFFECTS REFERENCE
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CS/S: Unaffected; Immune for 1 hr
F: Sickened 1
CF: Sickened 1, Slowed 1 for 1 hr
CS/S: unaffected
F: 1d4 Acid, -10 Speed 1 minute
CF: as F, but also falls prone
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Khladan gulps as the wave of stench washes over him, turns an interesting side of green, but manages to steady his gut and press on
"Oh and I thought it was bad back in the corridor!"
and then dodges out of the wave of acidic filth from the ooze!
Looking warily at the ooze that has moved up close, he will try to recall what he knows about them
◆Recall Knowledge
before waving his hands in an intricate pattern to
◆Cast Protective ward and draw forth a shimmering aura to protect himself and his nearest fellow pathfinders.
He will then call out a quick word to
◆Cast Shield for some added protection
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You recognize it as a sewer ooze. Easy to hit but immune to acid, critical hits/precision, as well as mental and visual effects
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Stench: -2 to saves vs disease, anything w/in 30' of the otyugh
Protective Ward: +1 AC to all allies w/in 5' of Khaldan
Before Your Turn
DC 17 Fortitude Save vs Stench: Kimmo, Dolmandyr
DC 15 Reflex Save vs Filth Wave: Kimmo, Dolmandyr, Kargoth, Folmyr
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Those with ** may go
Red (-7)
Kimmo - AC 18, 22/22
Folmyr - AC 19, 29/34
Blue
Ulvard - AC 19, 38/38
White (-9)
**Dolmandir - AC 18, 13/13
Khaldan - AC 16, 15/15 (AC 17)
**Kargoth - AC 13, 20/20
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CONDITIONS AND EFFECTS REFERENCE
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CS/S: Unaffected; Immune for 1 hr
F: Sickened 1
CF: Sickened 1, Slowed 1 for 1 hr
CS/S: unaffected
F: 1d4 Acid, -10 Speed 1 minute
CF: as F, but also falls prone