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Thanks. I like 5E, but I'm very much looking forward to Pathfinder 2.0. I like what ive seen so far.

PF2 could be a good game, but I really dislike the 50% success rating thing for /optimized/ characters. This is a common complaint and I wouldn't be surprised if the designers come up with a fix.

Aww too bad, guess I saw this coming though. Thanks for running it Niles. Anyway in conclusion I don't like 5e that much. I dislike the bounded accuracy and the cantrips and the upcasting.

"OK to Vallaki, I guess we'd better start walking, it's a fair way" nodded Gail. She then started heading down the mountain. It stated to rain softly and she muttered, "I wounder if we shall have to walk the whole way or if we might find Esmeralda again..."

OK shall we head for Vallaki?

Looking confused Gail asked "I have to admit a certain curiosity about the tower too, but why would Rictavio be here? It is frustrating, we came seeking a sword of the sun - whatever that is and found naught but ghosts and trouble."

Gail peers at the tower for a long while before suddenly whirling round to face her companions. "Never mind him in the tower, we've got bigger fish to fry. I say we head back to Vallaki and search for Rictavio there. We should probably check up on Ismark and his sister too, remember what Madame Eva's said, 'Search for a troubled young man surrounded by wealth and madness. His home is his prison.' I bet that is him."

Assuming we skip that, what next? Do we want to try and find Rictavio?

Softly Gail replied, "Hmm. Lets worry about him later." as she stared walking towards the cemetery, weapon in hand, "No telling what will be there, best be on your guard."

I'm flying on business to Canada for 10 days, so there will be a couple of travel days I can't post (although the hotel and the office will have WiFi). Still with all the forum downtime nobody will notice anyway...

Gail notices Malthorne looking at a window high up in a tower. "Did you see something?" she asked him.

I know that feeling too, some days its such a chore to post after a hard day at work. Take care Talus, with luck things will get easier again in time.

"Now is a good a time as any..." replied Gail. She looked around to see if the others agreed.

"Ugh!" muttered Gail as she wiped away the residue of singed bat, "That's disgusting! Seriously what kind of twisted joke was that?!"

After she'd had a moment to calm down, she asked in a normal voice, "So what next? The abbey or that town and the windmill? Somewhere else?"

I'm not clear if the map is accurate, it looks like the bats haven't moved, if so it's safe to cast shatter again.

Gail shouted "Oak father!" once more and a concussion erupted within the swarm of bats, shredded their tiny forms!
Thunder Damage from 3rd level slot: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 5, 8, 7) = 28 DC 15 con for half. She's out of 2nd level slots so that had to be a third level one.

I can't edit the map but it looks like Gail can get them all.
Gail's voice booms out over the battlefield, "Oak father!" A moment later a great clap of thunder with a visible shockwave washes over the swarm!

Shatter: thunder damage: 3d8 ⇒ (1, 6, 8) = 15 They must make a DC 15 con save for half.

I'm taking the family off on holiday till Aug 2nd. I'll have intermittent (slow) internet so my posting might be less frequent than usual so please bot as needed.

Gail reads the note and raises one eyebrow. Turning to the others she asks, "Don't suppose you've seen any dragon bones?" Out of the corner eye she saw the man below, she pointed and frowned, "What was that all about?! Best go down and see."

Unless anyone objects she will make her way downstairs to the courtyard to explain the box.

Gail looks sharply at Kassimir before whispering softly, "Best not tempt fate..." The others seemed to be searching for something so she looked too.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Gail can't do either of those.

Uhh are we able to do that? If so lets try.

Gail followed Talus and Ozgo, cautiously alert for anything of note.
Again passive perception 17 if applicable.

Gail nods, "Well lets see if they guard over anything that might help our cause."

She starts poking around to see if there's anything else of interest in the room. She has passive perception 17 if that counts.

"Maybe not everything is under his control." suggested Gail, "Just enough to share his private hell with all that unfortunate enough to stray here. Anyway I think we should leave..."

To explore the rest of the tower of course. This is one of those moments where I wish we could save game. Very tempting to try and end the senchel but it's not clear if that would actually accomplish anything.

'A good question' thought Gail, 'and one that should have occurred to me...' She carefully considered the Senchal's words.

Insight into the situation and the Senchal's responses: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Gail regards the Revenant coolly, his words seemed tinged with madness.

"You seem very certain you are doomed to watch." asked Gail carefully, "Are you so sure there is no other way?"

Getting the feeling we're going to have a fight on our hands soon.

"Indeed." echoed Gail, "We would start by lifting the curse he placed upon you..." She was conflicted by this, undead where a perversion of the natural order, but this was Strahd's doing. Somehow he was preventing their souls from crossing over, leaving a mockery behind.

Niles I'm confused, didn't the warriors outside indicate their Senchel was in here?

"Well I suppose this place is as good as any for a breather..." noted Gail. She set about bandaging the wounded.

"Uh I think he's in there..." replies Gail as she points to the closes doors to the north west, "But yes I agree we must."

She walks over to the doors and tries to open them. Q39

That got Gail's undivided attention. Eagerly she wheeled round to face the warrior and asked, "The curse. How could it be lifted?"

Gail nods to the skeletal warrior, "Very well we shall do so." They gave her the creeps but this one seemed honorable, so far. She follows a step behind Ozgo and whispers to him, "It might be best if you speak to their Seneschal all things considered..."

"Indeed." replied Gail who had moved to stand next to Malthorn, "Although at times it feels like we've picked an impossible quest. Let me guess, he's responsible one way or another for your present state." She watched the skeletal warriors cautiously for any signs of aggression, they where doubtless considered as trespassers. A part of her was sickened to see the undead, a violation of the natural order. Another part pitied them for being unable to cross over.

Niles what does the door to Q39 look like? Is it in good condition? I assume it's closed right?

Gail suggests, "I doubt we're planning on staying the night, but I'd prefer to rest somewhere defensible. Perhaps one of the towers still has a serviceable bedroom?" Area Q39 looks good, assuming we can actually get to it.

Chewing her lip, Gail considers what they wanted to achieve here, "Afterwards if nothing else I'd like to see what's up at the highest point. The tower to the west looked reasonably intact from the ground. The view will likely be spectacular. I suppose we'll need to access it from the roof." Q49 - Q50 etc.

I'fm fine with taking a breather.

"Lets see." Gail replied to Ozgo.

Gail followed Malthorn into the bedroom and while she didn't have supernaturally enhanced sight her eyes where plenty quick on her own as she searched the room. Passive perception 17.

Gail walks with Malthorn and casts her world-weary eyes over the detritus filling the rooms. "It feels like time has forsaken this place." she muttered upon seeing wreckage, "Still I suppose there could be something of interest lost under this junk." She has passive perception 17 if applicable.

The battle was over but they company was wounded. Gail told the others, "Before we venture further, gather round and I shall lead us in prayer." She took a deep breath and started praying, "Oak father, Lord Sylvanus hear us in our hour of need..."

[dice=Prayer of healing, lvl 3 slot]3d8+4[/dice] That's for everyone, takes 10 mins mind. 1/3 lvl 3 spells cast.

A thunderous concussion detonated when Gail was hit, blasting fragments off the undead warrior.
Reaction: Wrath of the Storm: 2d8 ⇒ (6, 7) = 13 Thunder damage, Dex DC 15 for half, 3/4 uses.

She prayed urgently once more for aid and a shimmer of super heated air washed over the undead.
Sacred Flame (radient damage): 2d8 ⇒ (5, 7) = 12 Dex save DC 15 to negate.

Folks? :)

Gail tries to press home the advantage afforded by her spell, and with a grunt of she sends her mace smashing into the phantom warrior!
Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Warhammer advantage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Once more as the phantom warrior struck her, a loud detonation like thunder was heard rocking it back!
Reaction: Wrath of the Storm: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11 Thunder damage, Dex DC 15 for half. 2/4 uses

Angered now, Gail whispered secret words holy to Father Oak and a flash of light streaks toward the phantom she was fighting, outlining it with a soft green radiance.
Spell attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Guiding bolt: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 2) = 14, Radiant damage, no save if it hits 2/4 lvl 1 spells used. Next person to hit it before the end of Gails next turn has advantage.

As the phantom warrior struck her, a loud detonation like thunder was heard rocking it back.
Reaction: Wrath of the Storm: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7 Thunder damage, Dex DC 15 for half. 1/4 uses

Hurt, but still in the fight, Gail prayed to Lord Sylvanus for aid. A shimmer of super heated air washed over the warrior.
Sacred flame: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9 Radiant damage, Dex DC 15 to negate.

Religion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 . Got to say I dislike the way 5e handles skills. Why does a cleric not know about religion?!

"What are these?" Gasped Gail before offering a fervent prayer to Lord Sylvanus who answered with a sudden shimmer of heat which threatens to roast the thing in front of her!
Sacred Flame (radient damage): 2d8 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2Dex save DC 15 to negate.

Gail checks to see if the door to the west is locked or not.

"Mmm no tracks, maybe it really is deserted..." muses Gail, "Hey Malthorn what have you found there? Something under the cloth?"

She looks...

"It's strange I'd have thought there'd be more inhabitants..." whispered Gail softly. Perhaps there where some but they hadn't yet noticed them... With that in mind Gail has a good look around to see if they left any signs.

Survival to look for tracks: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 She's actively searching the areas listed above She has passive perception 17 if applicable.

"Sure looks like" replied Gail, "But of late they've really let the maintenance go..."

Gail stands beside Malthorn, hammer at the ready to defend him if needs be.

Sure, let's do that?

We could just take a short rest.