Baldwin the Merciful's: Razor Coast (Inactive)

Game Master baldwin the merciful

Back !'ll get my whacks in.

Torgue grunts as the pirate stabs him and winds up to do what he does best,Guzzle beer break skulls

Greatclub+1[/dice: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 281d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Greatblub+1 Attack 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Torgue hits twice.

The smuggler crawls out from under sorrin's legs he grabs the cage and moves to the starboards side of the boat closest to where Cir is located and eases into the water.

The two enforcers attack,

L:25 jabs his rapier through the opening of the wheel house attacking Chell,

rapier: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
rapier: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The priestess is stabbed hard. Chell the room is roughly 7 wide by 8 ft long ft.

the other attacks Torgue,

rapier: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
rapier: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Torgue feels the sting of the blade once.

RD 12_ land crew

the three remaining archers on the beach take aim,

@Bri
H:33
crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14;damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

N:37
crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13;damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

@ Torgue
P:37

crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15;damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

the bolts fling wildly off target.

RD 13 -

Astri -
Bri -
Torgue -
Archers - dead
Sorrin -
Chell -
Capt/jenkie -
Smugglers/chimera -
Cireladwen -
galley crew -
land crew -
Underwater friend -

RD 13

Torgue, a little... angst, please!

Clear line to enforcer or Jenkie in the way?

HP 39/76(49/86 when raging)
AC 19/T11/FF19 (-2 when raging)
Saves F10/R3/W4
Weapon in hand:Greatclub
Rage used 0/16
Effects:

Torgue heard Sorrin ask for angst, Torgue thought hard about what might really make him upset..

No food? Bad but he could take it

No gold? Well...he could always work.

Dying? Well that is bad of course but he was sure there was lots of booze in the other world.

No more ale?

AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Rage

Greatclub+1,Rage,Power attack#1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 281d10 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Greatclub+1,Rage,Power attack #2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d10 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Rage

Cireladwen's eyes watered from the sheer volume and heartbreaking angst of the shriek.

Rapidshot on L23: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Daño: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 Daño: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Clear line to enforcer or Jenkie in the way?

You are a cliear line. Jenkie is hanging off the side of the boat on the rope till the way is cleared.

Round 13

Astrianna curses as her spell has no effect, and reaches for her blade. The bard's longsword sings as she pulls it from its sheath, and she takes the blade into two hands. She steps forward and works with Torgue to double-team the enforcer. looking startled as the huge man flies into a sudden frothing rage.

The bard notices arrows coming from a cliff not too far away. She takes a moment to glance over, and sees an elf firing down on the ship with considerable accuracy. It was no mistake the archer was only hitting the smugglers.

The half-elf calls out to the woman on the cliff in flowery elven, yelling over the din of battle towards the cliff.

Move Action: Draw Longsword

Standard Action: Attack enforcer at L26

Longsword attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
threat: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damagex2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Torgue strikes hard his foe. Torgue's mouth frothy at the though of the lack of ale. The enforcer groans under the pressure of his ribs shattering but he manages to stay on his feet....for now.

Astri hits the same enforcer but she can't put him down quite yet either.

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I'm waiting on Sorrin's attack on the enforcer before posting Cir results. If Sorrin puts his man down then I'll shift cir attack to the the man engaged with Torgue/Astri.

Astriana's call has Cireladwen spinning. She is a hunter... sort of... and definitely a disciple of Desna. It was a little presumptuous to say she came from the stars, though, and she wasn't really tracking prey with the intention of killing it. She was more of a professional shipwright and hobbyist froliker.
But that's not to say Desna DIDN'T send her, right?
Oooh. She likes the holy savior idea more than she should. She hopes it isn't sacreligious, and returns the communication melodiously.

Quell! I will defend her honor... The young man steps up.

atk, enforcer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
dmg, enforcer: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Could have been worse?

Quell! I will defend her honor...

[Dice=atk, enforcer]1d20+10
[Dice=dmg, enforcer]1d6+6

Could have been worse?

[oo]You cold have missed.[/ooc]

Sorrin hits and his slash is quickly followed up by elf archer's arrow through the man's neck, he topples to the deck.

Thank you! Seems I've acquired a guardian angel!

Cireladwen does a little fistpump of victory that hopefully no one sees.

RD 13 - Update

Astri - hit enforcer L 26
Bri -
Torgue - hit enforcer L 26
Archers - dead
Sorrin - hit enforcer L 25
Chell -
Capt/jenkie -
Smugglers/chimera -
Cireladwen - killed enforcer attacking sorrin L 25
galley crew -
land crew -
Underwater friend -

The only one alive that you see on the boat is the enforcer fighting Torgue and Astri.

To the best of my knowledge, the use of the Slumber Hex is limited only to the people and creatures available for me to use it upon.

That is why Slumber gets reviled by a number of people. Knock-em-out limited only by number of targets

Healing Hex? We're gonna have to last... Torgue, first!

wanna add more but can't right now. I delay till after cir so there are only 2 enemies on deck. Then channel excluding those 2.

Channel 3/5: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) = 14

-Posted with Wayfinder

Given the stance on other spells of the type (such as sleep or hold person) the designers making slumber hex is really surprising.

Round 13

Astrianna laughs at Cir's response. Very elven.

"One left one the deck!" She shouts to the rest of the group.

Holding her cold iron sword out in front of her, she points the runed blade towards the remaining enforcer as Chell's healing mist flows over them. "Sword on the deck and you live. Or are they paying you enough to die for nothing?"

WHARBBLLLLLLLLLLLL!

RD 13 Galley

The remaining snorts and spit a bloody luggy at AStri just before he jabs at her twice, "Die b#tch."

rapier: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

rapier: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Feed ya to the sharks."

From the other side of the boat where Sorrin freed the smuggler, the cocatrice is flying in circles above the galley deck.

flight: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

The smuggler is unable to make any headway after freeing the bird from it's cage.
smuggler swim: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

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Conf crit on Astri:

rapier: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33;damage, ws, wt: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

The rapier pierces through her back. OUCH

RD 13 Land Crew

the cross bowman at H33 takes a standard action and awakens his companion fromt he slumber.

@ Bri
N:37
crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19;damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

@ Torgue
P:37

crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27;damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

I'm gunna eat you alive! Start with your toes and roast that sweet leg meat!

RD 14

Astri -
Bri -
Torgue -
Archers - dead
Sorrin -
Chell -
Capt/jenkie -
Smugglers/chimera -
Cireladwen -
galley crew -
land crew -
Underwater friend -

RD 14 Map

"How was viper's kiss sweetie, did it feel good?" He chuckles at the look on Astri's face. 'I'm may die but so will you."

HP 37/76(47/86 when raging)
AC 19/T11/FF19 (-2 when raging)
Saves F10/R3/W4
Weapon in hand:Greatclub
Rage used 1/16
Effects:

Torgue unleashes his Rough Beast all over the smuggler.

Greatclub+1,Rage,Power attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 221d10 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Greatclub+1,Rage,Power attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d10 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Torgue kills the last enforcer good and dead, bashing his skull an extra time jsut to make sure.

"Okay, we have the ship. Now what," Chell asks hanging her head out the window. "And where did that arrow come from."

Don't rest just yet, we got crossbows on the beach

Bri makes a rude gesture towards the archer on shore as his arrow whiffs past her.

She will move up to Torgue and cast her healing hex upon him.

heal: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 5) + 5 = 14

"Yep, there are still some archers on the shore."

Round 14

Astrianna was a fool to let her guard down- the desert wanderer's ridiculous respect for life in the middle of combat was getting to her head. She was a fool to let her guard down and demand the surrender of the veteran fighter.

The bard gasps in surprise as the blade pierces her chest and out the other side, jaw quivering as her mind attempts to process exactly what happened. As the blade slides out of her body she begins to scream in pain, but instead of the expected blood-curdling yell from someone that was just run through, a deep wheeze is all that escapes from her collapsed lung.

Staggering back, the bard moves her fingers in precise and memorized arcane movements, but the draconic words fail to follow the unforgiving laws of spell-casting enunciation. Her invisibility spell fails to activate and she momentarily fears for her life. This fear is immediately belayed when Torgue crushes the man's crush into a fine mist.

She clutches the wound on her chest with her sword-hand to prevent her lifeblood from spilling on the deck, free hand ripping a viscous-looking potion from her bandolier. The half-elf downs it with intense gulping, followed by coughing as blood is expelled from her freshly healed lung.

Wiping her mouth off, she tosses the empty vial at the corpse of the dead enforcer, shattering it. She turns her emerald eyes to Torgue, and while the raging man probably can't understand at the moment- "Thank you, Torgue. I believe you just saved my life."

5' step to K28

Move Action: Take Potion of Cure Serious Wounds from bandolier

Standard Action: Drink Potion of Cure Serious Wounds

PCSW+10: 3d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 4, 2) + 10 = 18

Screw you, dice.

Astrianna looks to Chell, and then points to the cliff overlooking the bay. "There's an elf up on the cliff that was covering us. Judging by all these arrows... she killed several. I asked her who sent her, and her answer was cryptic at best. But she's not killing us right now, so I'll take it." The bard points towards the beach now. "We have a lot of crossbows to deal with, and one of those damned cockatrices is flying through the air."

Sorrin, Chell, and Cir are up.

Captain Donovan scrambles up on deck, "Keep low. The diplomatic approach works wonders with deranged drug," he glances at an empty cage, "and exotic pet importer."

Jenkie kneels down next to the Captain. "W..w..what was that crab thingy?"

Round 14

It isn't until the bard speaks that Chell sees all the blood. On both her and Sorrin though the latter seems to be holding up better. Astrianna was partially petrified. "Oh s%~%! Astrianna!"

She climbs out the window and heads for the bard. She gives Sorrin a concerned look but he was a fighter and more used to taking hits. And again, he wasn't partially petrified. She places her hand over the wound and healing mist spreads over it and even sinks in. She directed the magic to heal the worst and thus the punctured lung re-inflates and the hole seals shuts.

Move to Astrianna and sacrifice Hold Person for Cure Moderate.

CMW: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (5, 4) + 5 = 14

She then turns to the elf on the cliff when astrianna is breathing properly. "Thank you for the aid. We are dealing with smugglers. Can you keep an eye on the chimera and chuul? We can take care of the rest. You shouldn't have to put yourself in any more danger for strangers but we can't afford to turn away help if you are still willing."

Astrianna can you put your health in the signature bar above your avatar?

Hurf, Hurf, well whatwegunnado? swim over?

Sure, I just liked it behind the stats spoiler is all. I have some OCD when it comes to organizing things...

Round 14

Astrianna breathes a sigh of relief as Chell closes her wounds, giving the priestess a grateful touch on the shoulder. "Thank you. I'll be all right."

The bard smiles weakly at Jenkie. "A Chuul, Jenkie. They're large, lobster-like creatures from Lamashtu-knows-where. They're unfortunately quite intelligent for a monster... Don't ever trust one."

She looks to the Captain. "According to Sorrin, this is an assault... My attempt at diplomacy almost cost me a lung a moment ago. I'm inclined to kill all of those bastards now, diplomacy be damned."

Looking at the future assault... "I can make some illusionary cover to keep those bolts from hitting us, but we still have to get over there. I also have two invisibility spells left. Torgue and Sorrin could swim over while invisible and attack them, but they might notice. Not to mention there's the Chuul in the water."

"I would rather not go in the water. Mind if I try Diplomacy?" she asks with a mischievous smirk. Her eyes also begin to glass over as divine power fills her. She's gonna do the thing.

Does Cir have a decent shot at the shore from here?

Cir you have good views of the two closest (G and H) men on the beach, they are behind sand dunes for some cover but you can see them. The other two are not easy to see with the ship mast and the their cover.

Astrianna calls back in Elven-

She then turns to the elf on the cliff when astrianna is breathing properly. "Thank you for the aid. We are dealing with smugglers. Can you keep an eye on the chimera and chuul? We can take care of the rest. You shouldn't have to put yourself in any more danger for strangers but we can't afford to turn away help if you are still willing."

Astrianna can you put your health in the signature bar above your avatar?

Cireladwen had to strain to hear and see the cleric, but she knew that the burst of holy energy/blue light had emitted from her center.

Astriana's words have the elf calculating, though. She wants to be a force of change, to be in the thick of important things... though that just usually consisted of making sure an errant Eagle Knight vessel wouldn't sink casually into the brine.
However, elves are supposed to be cool and collected, right? Not that she's much to base an entire race off of, there is an image to construct (Just pretend to be your mother). It makes it funnier, then, when she later destroys it.

She pulls her next set of arrows out and pulls the first one taut in the bowstring.

Attack, rapidshot at G32: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 Damage:1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 Damage:1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Rata tat tat Mofo.

Embrianna, knit me back together when you can. Torgue, follow me. Everyone else, cover us.

Sorrin moves near the witch nodding. Then he leaps, sending himself, legs churning... towards the beach.

Raising his voice, he addresses the thugs. I'm here to see about a dog, no... a b!@t{h in heat.

Acrobatics, long jump: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Assumed it was beach, and landing on partial water didn't matter much. Dice didn't help. If there is 10 for running start +4 helps. Imaging Prince of Persia animation.

Ok...guess Sorrin didn't want to spend a few moments healing up before phase two begins. Especially with Astri down 3 DEX and it takes 3 rounds to cast lesser restoration. As you stated "Into the fire." By the way the dice hate you!!

Sorrin first moves towards the aft of the ship he quickly gagues that the beach is about 20 feet away before he jumps and tries to push off using the rail of the ship. His momentum does not take him quite as far as he would like as he splashes down in 5 feet of water about half way there. Damn that rail!

Both of Cir arrows strike the human with cover just as Sorrin becomes airborne.

[ooc]A 15 roll should take you 15 feet but you had to clear an obstacle the rail which added to the DC. Plus there is a rock to the ships due to the chuul.[ooc]

I have an image of Chell asking Embrianna if she can try diplomacy while Sorrin yells Leroy Jenkins behind her.

If there's a choice between DM and Dice, DM every time. Cat's Grace... It's an assault, we move forward and push our dis-advantage! As long as they keep falling, praise the Dawnflower!

Cireladwen places her free hand against her forehead in with a smack.

He's put his faith in a guardian angel, now don't screw up. On a good note, his lack-luster leap keeps him well within Embrianna's Hex range! This is what happens when my keynote speaker is a decorated Navy SEAL.