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Good things are worth waiting for. Olik will be here when the time comes. I hope things start getting smoothed out for you soon Dak.

3 xp is a level in PFS correct? If so congrats everyone :)

Onward to glory :)

Olik shakes his head to refocus on the situation at hand. Looking down he notes the injuries, forgotten in the enthusiasm of discovery, that he incurred in their attempts on the door.

"Indeed Master Abbala, the Goddess's blessing would be most appreciated."

Olik looks on with a mix of amazement and awe. "Now this is something. In just a few steps we'll be walking where no one has passed for ages. He falls silent again for a moment and then smiles, "So shall we see what adventures await?" And steps across the threshold.

"Well shall we try this again?"

Olik again tries the stones placing them starting with red and continuing with orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple.

On full defense again

"It's worth a look." the bard says still shaking his hand a bit.

"You know they refer to the points as stars but perhaps it's really planets? Little Sister what do you think? Colors of the rainbow...planets of our heavens?"

His hands still aching from the last round of shocks Olik considers the rainbow concept a bit more.

K:Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Perhaps it's the recent jolts but nothing seems to come to mind.

"Gah, that's almost as bad as the first. I've one more thought on the matter."

This time he arranges them with the red at the top, then the orange, then yellow, green, blue and finally purple.

Total Defense is a +4 Dodge bonus so it would apply. Also Olik will use it again to avoid zapping any more fingers :)

"Such stars have often been used but this one doesn't seem to be directly related to any other uses I know of. Humm perhaps the same order but in the opposite direction."

Olik tries the stones in the same order but this time going counterclockwise. As he places the last gem he is especially careful.

Total Defense if it's possible

K:History on the significance of 7 pointed stars: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
K:Arcana on the significance of 7 pointed stars: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"They all seemed to fit well enough. I think it's a matter of getting the correct gem in the proper slot."

And while we're at it...K:Engineering to identify any clues from the architecture that history doesn't cover: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Well enough, just a bit singed. Does anyone have any thoughts on where these should go? I wonder if the two green gems might be part of the problem?"

"Ouch" Olik says shaking his hand. "Guess that wasn't right."

Olik approves of that crit :)

"Hummm...perhaps as a rainbow?"

Olik then inserts the orange, yellow, green, peridot, blue and purple gems in order around the gate and takes a step back.

When they once again reach the misty room Olik again allows the party to pass through but this time keeps Tamarie with him. Once the others are safely by he places a reassuring hand on the half elfs shoulder and walks through with her speaking as they go, "My people have always been tied to the sea and through it to the mists. We have a saying, "The brave find their fortune in Gozreh's breath". The mists are like the unknown future, full of weal and woe but in the end they are as likely to aid as hinder. Some days it may hide an attack and others treasure but we'll never know if we don't set out into it."

By the time he's done speaking they've cleared the room. He gives her a reassuring nod and then hurries to catch up with the others.

Standing before the gate again he collects all the gems they've found so far. Before him on the ground lay a green emerald, an orange gem, a blue lapis, a red gem, a yellow gem, a purple gem and a green peridot.

"Well Jharun thought the top might be red so let's start there." Taking the ruby and tries to put it in the top slot of the gate.

"Well if these can be used then I believe that brings us to seven gems. Let's make our way to the portal and see if they work." With that he leads the party back the way they came, excitement evident in his step.

When the party reaches the room with the pool where they initially fought the goblins Olik pauses and takes some time to look through the water.

T20 to search the pool = 26

Nodding Olik ushers the rest of the party onward and takes up rear guard.

"Are you alright Brother? There is something odd about this place."

Tossing the gem into the air before nimbly catching it again the bard hands it to Jirani for safe keeping. "Well that's another one down. Where to next?"

Olik takes a deep breath and wastes no time moving forward and snatching up the gem.

Move action to enter the room, standard to pickup the gem. Holding his breath if it matters :)

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Let's see if we can clear this fog then. I don't trust it. Batah would you do the honors?"

I was thinking we could try Jirani's idea first. He can sweep his ranseur from the doorway first and see if we need to use it at all. If we don't find it then we try and blast the fog away.

"Perhaps we can try that first from here. Tam was headed this way when I heard the sound so she may have kicked it near here."

As they walk back to the room with the rolling mists Olik hands Batah a scroll. "It's not quite what I wanted but I believe this may help us here. It creates a wall of wind which can be shaped by your focus. My thought is to cast it into the room to disperse the fog and hopefully alow us to see what might be on the ground.."

"Indeed. I agree with Jirani, let's back track the way we exited yesterday. I believe I heard something in the mists as we passed through." Using the grappling hook to attach a rope to the level above Olik climbs up and ties off the rope before waving the others up.

T10 Climb 11

After a bit of resupplying around town the group heads back to the the gate.

"Little sister can you tell if anything has entered since we've left?"

Olik bought spellcasting services at the temple of Gorum. It's only 60 per Lesser Restoration to have it cast so I kind of hand waved it with the price of the sword. Since we're using that now I'll roll for the restorations to see how many it would have taken. (it's 1d4 points of a stat recovered per casting). Overnight rest gives you 1 point back to each stat. The scroll was just for if we hit something else.

Grappling hook sounds good and is only a couple gold. Just to clarify since all the items/gold we're using and the items we buy with it are temporary I've been only loosely accounting (basically as long as it seems we have more than enough to cover the purchases I'm not too concerned about how much we have left). Dak if you want a more specific accounting just let me know.

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 4

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 4

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 1

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Strength recovered

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 1

L Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Con recovered. Total cost 360gp so total spend is <1,500

Unless there's something someone wants to add I'd say let's get the above and get back to exploring.

Two additions based on what Dak mentioned, Scroll of Lesser Restoration and a Scroll of Wind Wall. They're 375gp each.

It was when she was coming out of the mist room, just before the bugs attacked.

Tam makes her way toward Olik, but nearly trips on something in the mist on the way, as it clinks across the floor. She catches herself though and makes it out of the room.

Weren't the yellow crystals in the collapsing room?

So for temp stuff does this work :

2x CLW potion (100gp which would add to the two from the module to give us four)
3x Magic Weapon Oils (150gp)
1x Scroll of Lesser Restoration (150gp)
1x light pick (4gp)

Assuming we get ~150gp per Mwk item we'd need to kick in 129gp from the gold pile to pick all this up. That would leave around 110gp or so. All of this stuff poofs at the end of the level.

You're right about gust of wind, won't work unless someone has UMD. Hold our breath?

As far as temporary items go we might want to consider lesser Restoration scrolls, oils of Magic Weapon (in case the shadow decides to show up again. Perhaps something to deal with that mist (gust of wind scroll?). Alch Fire and or Acid are always classics too if we don't have them. Oh and maybe something that might help in the room that was collapsing if we plan to try and remove a gem.

Sorry for the hold up, I'd intended to post this yesterday.

In the morning Olik awoke and for the first few blissful breaths felt fine. Then he made the mistake of trying to move. His mind was immediately assaulted by complaints from every muscle in his body. Sore from head to toe it felt as if he'd spent three days pulling the oar of a dragonship during a storm. Slowly he rose and dressed, wincing at each movement. Seeing the look on Tamaries face he quipped, "Must be getting old." His laughter made his ribs hurt.

After getting a bit to eat he collected up some of the weapons gathered during their adventure, the most prominent among them being the small blade found in the statue, and traveled to the temple of Gorum.

Once there he looked over his weapons and armor, giving those with him a moment to do the same, and then pushed through the door with more gusto than he actually felt. Working hard to keep his shoulders high and back straight he strode up to the altar once again. Noticing some of the blades tithed in the past now among those piled around it or hanging from the walls he felt a spike of pride. "Battlelord again we return victorious!" he called out to the massive iron statue. "See the blades of our foes taken from dead hand and brought here that they may decorate your alter or be wielded by stronger hands!" With that he spilled all the weapons he'd brought, with the exception of the short sword, at the foot of the altar without even looking at them. "We have faced the might of the goblin tribe and brought them to ruin. See now the prize won through righteous battle and claimed in your honor!" With that he slammed the sword down upon the alter, the steel rang as it struck iron. It was impossibel to say but it seemed the burning eyes of the statue shone brighter for a moment. Chin high and defiance on his face Olik turned from the statue, barely disguising his failing strength, and strode off the dais.

Near the central battle pit he greeted Eldrast. After speaking with him for a bit the bard said "We seek to go forth once again to do Gorums work but the shades of death have drawn out much of my fighting strength. It returns but slowly and I would have His blessing to speed us on our way."

Mainly turned over the sword for fluff reasons since it was the wrong size and I figured it was going poof shortly anyway. I'll retcon if anyone wanted it. Assuming it pays for quite a bit of lesser restoration.

Olik left the temple-fortress of the Lord in Iron feeling a new man. The Battlelords healing had burned like molten metal but now infused the bard with renewed strength as if armor reforged. He returned to the inn with high spirits and ready to see an end to the mystery of the gate and what lay past it.

I think it's every dungeon level or so since Dak mentioned found items go away after each level. I'm guessing once we open the gate we'll be hitting such a point.

Actually looking back at his post Dak mentioned gold so if everyone is ok with it I'm going to go buy some lesser restorations.

Dak as far as the loot goes is it reasonable to sell stuff off? It's kind of odd in that it goes away at the end of an adventure area. Does gold and such work the same way? I'm trying to figure out what the actual cost is for getting lesser restores (he'll need at least 3 at 60gp per).

Calling it a night unusually early Olik made his way to their room and all but collapsed onto the bed. Despite the shape he was in he drifted off to sleep feeling pride at how much the party had accomplished that day and confident that they would soon open the mysterious portal.

Recovering 1 Str and 1 Con overnight which puts Olik at Str -11, Con -2

No worries. I'd forgotten how close it was to town (was thinking of the dig site we'd tracked down earlier). As far as the loot sheet goes, if were doing PFS I don't know if you need to go through the effort...your call though. I'm happy to have one :)

The short walk back to gives Oliks muscles a chance to start tightening and complaining. "Uh, feels like I've been wrestling a linnorm." he complains good naturedly. "I'm sure a taste of the local brew will bring the Lucky Drunks smile set things right. If not I'll seek Gorums blessing come morning." he jokes with a wink as the party heads towards the inn.

Later after a good meal and a few rounds he sits and discusses the mystery of the door with Jirani.

"I agree, these must be at the root of it. So there are seven sockets and we've found four stones. As you say we may have found a fifth. I also recall Tam kicking something in the mists as she left the room. We should have another look there though there was something foul about that place so we'll need to be careful. As for the seventh...well it would seem we'll need to look about some more."

Dak should we assume we're back in town or is there some traveling to be done?

Olik spends some time looking at the gateway as well. He considers the symbols and runs his fingers over the intricate carvings.

"I agree, let us regain our strength and then return to solve this mystery.

Back to town then?

Olik pulls up the rope and knots it every few feet.

"I hope you don't mind but I think I may need the extra help."

With that he uses the rope to lower his pack to Jirani and then climbs down.

T10 = 6

"Let's have another look at the gate."

Feeling the warm wash of Serenraes divine energies flow over him Olik looks to Batah and thanks him.

"Eh that thrice cursed oversized cricket managed to get it's teeth into me. I think the poison has run it's course but between that and the shade my body has had about enough for one day. I'll be fine with some rest." As he speaks the Ulfen straightens and seems to regain a measure of his usual composure.

"Let's see if this room holds anything of interest, take another look at the gate and then see about getting some rest."

Between the statues state and the blurriness of his vision Olik can't seem to place who, or what, the statue was.

"To ruined to tell who it was." he says to no one in particular as he slowly rises.

Turning his attention to the partially melted statue Olik asks Jirani, "So Brother...what do you think that thing is?"

Knowledge check (+6 Nature or History, +2 for others): 1d20 ⇒ 8

Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Olik staggers and only manages to stay on his feet by bracing himself against the wall. Regardless he somehow stumbles his way forward until he falls to his knees beside Tamarie. There he changes the song, sung at barely a whisper now, to the chanting monotone he used earlier. With obvious effort he places his hand over the worst of her injuries and they begin to close.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Seeing her eyes flutter open he smiles, pats her on the head and then slumps back against the wall to catch his breath.

All spells burned, Str at 2, Con down by 3 and less then 10 hp left ;)

After a moment he opens his eyes and looks up at the concerned faces of his companions who all carry their own battle signs. Smiling he says, "Now that is a day worthy of a tale. Now, what was it we were here for?"

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The poison further weakens the bard. Realizing he has little strength left to strike he instead stands to distract the creature and then steps back to allow his allies through. Still strong in spirit he begins his song of valor once again.

Stand, 5' step back, Inspire Courage

Olik shakes his head to clear the fuzziness. Seeing the creature still looming over him he reaches for his sword. With the beast distracted he touches his chest while chanting a steady rhythm .

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Oliks eyes blink open.

3hp

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Stabilization DC 12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Olik falls before the creatures attack when it's bite comes up under his defense and tears into his abdomen. Fortunately the wound is not as deep as it first appears and his breath comes regularly. Unfortunately the vile ichor coating the beats mandibles begins coursing through his blood.