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Thanks so much for running that! I thought we were goners for sure!

Great work Periel and Hydris for hanging in there and dealing with it. It took out most of us before we could do anything.

Calypso casts cure light wounds from her wand.

She laughs maniacally for a brief moment, hysteria in her eyes.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Saved only by her false life spell, Calypso maintains her feet.

Unsure whether to laugh of cry, she recognizes her grievous wounds and moves from the room, then draws her healing wand.

move action from the room, move action to draw wand

Is there any chance we're playing an encounter from the wrong tier? I mean, 2 of the party are panicked and the rest of us just took 40 dmg on a DC 21 Reflex save. I failed it and am dropped in 1 hit. Valandil posted an action, but he's also unconscious. Hydris has 5 hp. This is a TPK.

reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

EDIT: I forgot I have false life up, which absorbed some of the dmg. Also, I should note that I'm 40' away from the 'dragon'...most cones are 30'.

false life: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Looks fantastico

will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"So nothing in the hole, then? How disappointing," Calypso says. "North, I guess."

Calpyso follows the others, continuing a lively discussion with the crab in her hair.

Calypso looks to the north where she had heard the sounds from.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Wait!" Calypso says, a clawed hand raised.

"I hear snarlings and snivelings! There is likely some kind of enemy on the north side, and I suggest you proceed with caution! Unless you have a death wish, in which case I suggest you cast caution to the wind!"

Calypso laughs hysterically at Periel's joke about trusting in adamantine.

In fact, she continues to laugh at it as they make their way down the eastern passage, perhaps a little too loudly.

"That was such a funny mentor!" she cries, holding her side.

"Well fought, lovely paladin!" Calypso says. "Is anyone else injured?"

Calypso casts guidance on Periel again, hoping to guide his blow.

Another +1 for Periel.

With Periel's massive form filling the hallway and no ranged spells that would affect the creature, Calpyso throws some bones on the floor to see how they fall, places a hand on the paladin's back, and casts guidance/

+1 to next attack

Calypso's clawed hands open in preparation for clawing at something, but what that is, she doesn't know.

I'll detect magic in the room and look around.

I'll be backpacking (Ibapah Peak in Utah) for the next little bit, and won't be able to post again until Monday. Please bot me as needed!

Calypso's creepy gaze scours the room for signs of anything unusual.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

"Okay," Calypso agrees with as she suppresses a laugh.

Calypso agrees with Mykel.

"Unless someone wants to go set the trap off...just for fun, we should try this north door."

"Wait! I wanted to hear the tale of Durvin Gest!" Calypso mourns as Hydris points out the trap.

She sulks at the back of the group.

The crab sitting in Calypso's hair clacks its pincers in anticipation of the next room as they head east.

Calpyso snickers at nothing in particular, then follows Valandil through the doorway to the south.

Calpyso's hair releases the creature's arm as it falls.

"One guardian down, many more to go, I am sure!" she laughs in an unsettling manner.

Seeing the creature is nearly finished, Calypso leaps toward it with a disconcerting cackle. Her hair tries to lash around it while she scrapes at it with her claws.

Hair attack plus grab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 If hits, free grapple attempt that does not provoke AoO or leave me with grappled condition. When hair successfully grapples, begin constricting as swift action, dealing damage equal to that of its attack.
grapple attempt: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27
Constrict: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Claw attack1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Claw attack2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Grappled: A grappled creature is restrained by a creature, trap, or effect. Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple. In addition, grappled creatures can take no action that requires two hands to perform. A grappled character who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + grappler’s CMB + spell level), or lose the spell. Grappled creatures cannot make attacks of opportunity.

Calypso's long hair lashes at the creature like a thousand razor blades and attempts to grab hold of it. Her long black claws likewise try to rend it.

Hair attack plus grab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 If hits, free grapple attempt that does not provoke AoO or leave me with grappled condition. When hair successfully grapples, begin constricting as swift action, dealing damage equal to that of its attack.
grapple attempt: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Constrict: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Claw attack1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Claw attack2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Grappled: A grappled creature is restrained by a creature, trap, or effect. Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple. In addition, grappled creatures can take no action that requires two hands to perform. A grappled character who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + grappler’s CMB + spell level), or lose the spell. Grappled creatures cannot make attacks of opportunity.

With her false life activated, Calypso cackles madly and strikes out at the enemy, her hair wrapping around it and her claws digging into it.

Hair attack plus grab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 If hits, free grapple attempt that does not provoke AoO or leave me with grappled condition. When hair successfully grapples, begin constricting as swift action, dealing damage equal to that of its attack.[/ooc
grapple attempt: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Constrict: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Claw attack1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Claw attack2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

[ooc]Grappled: A grappled creature is restrained by a creature, trap, or effect. Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple. In addition, grappled creatures can take no action that requires two hands to perform. A grappled character who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + grappler’s CMB + spell level), or lose the spell. Grappled creatures cannot make attacks of opportunity.

Ooops...I mixed the two conditions up! Thanks!

Seeing this guardian means business, Calypso prepares herself with false life.

FL: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Looks like I just made the save with the +4! Thanks! I'm just stunned, then.

Calypso stands doing nothing, even the crazy look in her eyes momentarily gone.

Looks like stunned can't take any actions, though, so that's my turn.

"What is this feeling...so sudden and new...?" Calpyso exclaims before jolting to a stunned position.

will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"That is a statue, nothing more!" Calypso exclaims, her hair slithering in excitement.

Calypso looks toward the shadowy area and casts detect magic, hopeful she can find some additional clues.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Calypso shrugs and follows along, not caring much how they explore, but glad someone is leading the way.

"Someone would have had an explosive sleep!" Calypso says as they examine the fuse grenades.

"Well...let's take that and go south," she suggests.

Once everyone is healed, Calypso looks to the hallway tot he south. "Perhaps we should continue?" he says, her writhing hair pointing the way.

Calypso cackles as her hair strangles the enemy apparition. Thanks for botting me! I'm back now!

"That was interesting," she says, her crab clacking its claws from her hair. "But not as interesting as things to come, I am sure!" she says as she follows the others into the next room.

Sorry for my absence...back from a hectic trip with little downtime, but I'll be posting regularly again.

FYI, I'll be traveling in Europe for the next two weeks. I'll try to keep up on posting, but will likely be sporadic. Please bot me as needed.

"What is all this pottery?" Calypso wonders as they explore the room. "Nothing interesting, that is for sure. Let's try the next room..."

Also unsure which room we are in...

"Right as rain!" Calypso cackles.

Yeah, we need to rest for sure. We ALL took negative levels (that was touch AC to hit), and a couple of us took 4 levels. We're going to be pretty crippled without rest, and I don't think there will be any negative consequence to resting, except we all use an extra trail ration.

Calypso cackles hysterically as they are drained of energy.

"Oh, a clever trick!" she says. "One that will make it much more difficult to complete our mission! Perhaps we should rest for a bit!" she says. "The dead will wait..."

Anyone up for a rest?

So that just hit my touch AC...when you say if we're touched, is that what you mean?

Calypso follows the others toward the strange object, but not before casting mage armor from her wand. "Intended to scare others away, I believe," she says as she looks at the skull, her hair writhing.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Calypso examines the gargantuan human skill that is glowing with the blue light.

"This seems suitably creepy," she observes. "I wonder what it is for..."

Knowledge (Arcana, Nature, Religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Trying to determine the significance of the skull...

Calypso smiles serenely and walks behind Hydris.

Calypso's hair writhes in anticipation of the mission. The crab clacks its pincers as she speaks.

"Ah, Lastwall and the vanquishers of the Whispering Tyrant! she cackles. "I have heard much of this place," she adds, then goes on to share what she knows.

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 feel free to open all the religion spoilers...

Once they have arrived at the ancient structure, she looks at the old decaying body.

survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"I wonder what happened to this poor unfortunate soul!" she says.

A particularly demonic-looking tiefling sizes up the others. Though her features are unsettling, perhaps the worst is that her hair seems to have a life of its own. Strands of her hair move and writhe of their own accord, as if she were a medusa with a head full of snakes.
"Greetings, fellow travelers. I'm Calypso, the resident beauty queen. I'll handle any required seduction, if that's okay."

It appears she is quite serious. A hermit crab emerges from her hair and bobbles about, wearing a shell and clacking its pincers, happy in its home.

Player: PatheticWretch
Character: Calypso Nyx
PFS# 132076-30
Faction Scarab Sages
Lvl 4

No day job.
Yes, I've played it.

Thanks for running this! If you want to fill it up, I would be surprised if you didn't get several bites in a half hour at the Flaxseed Lodge.

I'd love a spot! Thanks for your consideration.