At the corner, you see a portcullis. It's down, and preventing you from turning the corner to go into the chapel. What do you do?
Chestman chugs booze and gets real angry as he tries bending the bars
While Chestman tries the more physical approach, Vesica creeps forward and starts looking for some sort of locking mechanism that might keep the portcullis down.
Chestman chugs booze and gets real angry as he tries bending the bars
STr,Rage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
The bars bend, just a little with your effort. Not enough to let you through, but probably an elf or a halfling can get through.
While Chestman tries the more physical approach, Vesica creeps forward and starts looking for some sort of locking mechanism that might keep the portcullis down.
Vesica Perception Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
You find a winch on the other side with rope coiled around it. There is a locking mechanism, but it's for keeping the portcullis up instead of down.
Gothia keeps watch as Chestman deals with the bars, and Vesica examines the locking mechanism.
Vesica's good eye bounces between the gap in the bars and Alenthieal's slender frame. "Think you can squeeze through and raise the portcullis?"
Huff huff huff. That is all I can do
"Why bend the bars? This is a portcullis, they lift up. They are just very heavy and difficult to lift when being attacked through the bars. Come. Help me lift, and Vesica can slip under and lock the wheel."
Krishka then moves up to start lifting with anyone else that chooses to help.
Vesica shrugs and drops to one knee, ready to roll underneath the portcullis if her friends can lift it enough.
Gothia moves forward, takes a grip on the bars and, with Krishka, heaves upwards with all her might.
Just need an aid another rolls from those who want to lift the gates.
Kehlysch watches as the sturdier, more muscular members of the group work to lift the portcullis.
"If you need my help, I'll jump in, but I doubt would contribute much in moving those bars," Kehlysch says, pulling up his sleeves, revealing his lanky limbs.
The portcullis is lifted high enough for one person to crawl under.
TT slides underneath and then tries to use the winch mechanism to raise the portcullis.
TT slides underneath and then tries to use the winch mechanism to raise the portcullis.
No. No check required.
TT tries to keep her grunts to a minimum as she cranks the winch and raises the portcullis as quietly as she can before locking it into place. Then she waves her friends forward, again dropping to the rearguard position.
A moment later, she again scoots to the front, grumbling under her breath, something about, "Guess I ought to check for even more traps--these people are paranoid!"
You find no further traps.
Vesica finishes poking and prodding, throws a shrug into the air, and waves the party's less squishy members forward!
"Oh, why thank you good lady." Krishka says with a very exaggerated and silly manner. But she looks ahead and above with all due seriousness.
Kehlysch nods in acknowledgement of Vesica's all-clear sign. "Let's move."
Then you see it, men with swords drawn.
"We've been expecting you."
Chestman defeats them!
Readying her sword and shield, Gothia calls upon her god to smite the evil in this prison!
"Then you were all expecting to die today. Happy to oblige you," Kehlysch responds in a tone of menace.
"Hell, by this point we've defeated dozens and dozens of you lowlifes!" TT exaggerates with performative disdain. "What's a few more?"
"By Nerull's beard! We will defeat you interlopers!" They break out into a run, all six of them.
Some are intimidated, but not all of them.
"Run and free the slaves! Cowards!"
Chestman focuses his Ki!
The slavers are retreating to the chapel, where they have the advantage.
"Follow the path they take closely!" Vesica hisses as she ceases her bardic performance and begins to give chase. "I can't check for traps when we're moving this quickly!"
Krishka follows close behind, "I shall summon a demon behind them!" Krishka yells to her companions as she casts silent image to create an illusion of a demon stepping out of portal of fire and smoke. The illusion is cast ahead of the slavers to block their way, scatter them and send them back towards us.
I figure the already intimidated ones will probably be extra susceptible here, but that might just be me.
I wish Phantasmal Force was a spell in 3.x/Pathfinder. Awe well . . .
What's the DC to disbelieve?
Chestman charges in to attack
Chestman charges in to attack
Big mistake! You trip the trip wire that drops a net over you and your companions.
Vesica grunts in frustration as the heavy net drops over her but quickly regains her resolve, sawing and burning away at the ropes with her flaming short sword.
for plus
for plus
If TT succeeds in cutting through the net, Kehlysch draws upon his power to lift the pieces of (presumably) burning net off the group.
Vesica grunts in frustration as the heavy net drops over her but quickly regains her resolve, sawing and burning away at the ropes with her flaming short sword.
Vesica +1 flaming short sword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 for magic, piercing damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 plus fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Vesica +1 flaming short sword (Confirm?): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 for magic, piercing damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 plus fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Vesica, you are burning through the ropes easily enough.
They see you trying to escape.
"What in the Nine!"
"Who in the Eight? When in the Seven?" Vesica chirps, trying to conuse/antagonize the slavers as she burns away more of the net (probably the bits holding Gothia and Chestman first)....
Once the net has burned away enough for her to move, Gothia surges forward to attack the slavers!
Attack:
Damage:
"I thought this place was warded against paladins?" one of the slavers ask. "Didn't you cause a fireball back there?"
The wizard (who threw the fireball at you earlier) nods. "They escaped."
"And they got past my traps!"
Oh and Gothia, that was a direct hit!
"How in the Six?" TT keeps calling out as she burns the rest of her friends free. "I'll tell ya how! Cuz we're the Six Slaver Slaughterers, that's how! Prepare to pay dearly for your wicked ways!"
The slavers probably think I'm crazy, but maybe Gothia appreciates my words!
Chestman attacks!
There are 6.
One fighter is in combat with Gothia. There is a wizard present. There are two thieves (rogues), and there is one evil cleric. And finally one other fighter.
The elf shoots the nearest bad guy.
"Obscuro Litura!" Kehlysch intones, and his form becomes fuzzy and indistinct.
Chestman attacks!
Greatclub,PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24; 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
"Ugly cuss!"
The elf shoots the nearest bad guy. or the cleric if I can see him
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Now their cleric has an arrow stuck in him.
"Obscuro Litura!" Kehlysch intones, and his form becomes fuzzy and indistinct.
All of you notice that your sorcerer has become blurred.