DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Round 2

Grateful to see Lefrik rushing from the cloud to her aid, Kel lashes back at the drow assaulting her.

morningstar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Bruendor rushed forward and pricked the drow who had shot him. The drow sucked in a breath adn began coughing on the dust that still filled the room. He backed off, and Bruendor felt a presence in his mind, freezing his muscles, though he tried to fight.

Kelendra, Calla, and Lefrik focused on the drow separated from the others. The drow took damage from arrow, axe, and morningstar, but continued to press the attack on Kelendra. Fortunately for the oracle, the strike missed.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Oh-oh...

Bruendor's first impulse is to press his advantage against the retreating drow, but his muscles slow, then lock. His eyes cast about in horror as he wills his limbs to move, but they refuse to listen to him.

Well, that blows! :(

Provided Anklebiter can see at all what is going on in the dust cloud...

Anklebiter curses when he sees Bruendor suddenly freeze, and thrusts his green hand out at the Drow closest to the doughty Dwarf. "Sagittae magicae, omne errore vacuae, e manu meu evolete!" he chants, and launches four darts of force.

"Bruendor's in trouble!" the Goblin then yodels and, grimacing, makes his way into the dust...

Spell penetration 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10 on the Drow on the left, and 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7 for the Drow on the right.

Anklebiter moves to U12. Fort. save 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Taking a deep breath and holding it, Calla responds to Anklebiter's yell by spinning back into the cloud and launching two more arrows toward the nearest drow.

5-Foot step to V-15; attacking drow at Z-11
Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22Mwk longbow (point blank range): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 23
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (1, 4) = 10
Mwk longbow (point blank range, rapid shot): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 = 22
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (5, 6) = 14

Any bonus against the cloud in the next round for holding my breath?

Lefrik hears Ankebitter's cry, but the drow before him is stubbornly insisting on living. This vexes the barbarian, and he goes berserk!

"DIE ALREADY!" He politely informs the drow that continues to pester Kelendra

+4 to STR, Con, -2 to AC
To hit:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32 +2 for flanking?
Dmg: 1d12 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

And again he strikes
2nd to hit thanks to level: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Dmg: 1d12 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Sorry if that's out of order agian. Just stick with it unless this target goes down before he goes

Round 3

Kel resists the urge the hug the big barbarian after he hacks down the drow threatening her. (assuming the first strike was the deed, and the second was icing) "Thanks, blondie, now let's help our clean shaven friend." Slipping around the could of dust, Kel looks for the dwarf's assailant, unleashing the coldness of the void if she finds the culprit. (move to Y-16)

Interstellar Void: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4, 5, 1, 5) = 24, DC 17 Fortitude save for half damage

supernatural ability, does SR still apply?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

for next round, can Kel enter the cloud and cast a spell before the dust starts choking her?

SR does not work against supernatural abilities; that's part of why slumber hex is so effective.

You only have to check if you start your turn in the cloud

Think we're waiting on you, DM

Waiting on me to find time to post, you mean? ;)

Lefrik's axe did the job, neatly lopping the head from his foe and sending it bouncing to land atop a pile of scrolls and loose paper. Arrows and magic struck the dark elf attacking Bruendor, killing it as well. Kelendra called the cold of deep space onto the spellcaster, causing its skin to crack under the intense cold.

The drow spat something in a dark language, then moved to Bruendor's side. The clearing dust made what happened next all the worse for being clearly seen. The drow lined its morningstar up with Bruendor's head and hauled it back. The weapon swept forward and connected with a meaty thunk. Bruendor toppled, rigidly hitting the floor.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
YESSS!!!

Bruendor collapsed from the strike, blood oozing from the wound down his face and into his left eye. He blacks out for a moment, but something - determination, hatred, or just plain dwarven stubbornness - keeps that blackness from claiming him. His eyes flutter again, and he looks up at the drow, hate gleaming through his eyes.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Well, I would have liked to shake this off as well, but this'll have to do.

And the Gm breathes a sigh of relief.

And the Gm breathes a sigh of relief.

The GM?!? How about the poor guy you smacked on the noggin? No respect, I tell ya... ;-)

Are you kidding me? I'd have to change tokens, update my rolling macros...it's a ral headache, I tell you ;-)

Spell penetration check 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"NOOOOO~!" Anklebiter bellows, the amount of noise that issues from his body quite impressive for his size.

"DIE, you misbegotten demon-kisser, DIE! Exhalatio ignis ventique!"

The little Goblin runs forward with wild abandon, chanting as he goes, and when he finally skids to a halt atop the debris at the end of the hallway - he breathes out a cone of fire and wind, enveloping the lone Drow soldier!

Anklebiter moves to Y12 and casts Fire Sneeze. Note he'll aim the cone so as NOT to envelop Bruendor. Reflex save DC 15 to halve 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 fire damage. Fail the Ref. save, and take a DC 12 Fort. save or be knocked prone.

Whew. This almost got real with that CDG!

"You bastard!" Calla curses as she steps forward, and in a murderous rage fires two arrows toward the drow.

5-foot step to V-14
Mwk longbow (point blank range): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 + (1, 6) = 14
Mwk longbow (point blank range, rapid shot): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 14
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 + (4, 1) = 15

Under a hail of arrows and a cloud of fire, the remaining drow falls to the ground. One arrow sticks out of her left eye as the body comes to rest facing Bruendor. The paralyzed dwarf and the dead drow stare blankly at each other as the scrolls and old parchment around them begins to catch fire.

Combat over, but now there's a new crisis. See? All goblins like to burn stuff!

Whew. I also realized I shorted myself a Will save - I get one when the spell is cast, plus another for every round to shake it off, but I neglected to take one on my first round of paralysis. Fortunately for the narrative, my second roll was also a failure, so everything would have gone the way it did, but I do have a third roll I get to make.

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Yeah!

With a loud snarl, Bruendor fights to regain control of his limbs, and with a final struggle, his arms and legs begin to respond again. Snatching up his blade, Bruendor rolls atop the fallen drow and shoves his blade into the dark elf's throat. "Stay out of my mind, indy," he spits, his chin streaked with red. He pants several times before his hand goes to his head, startled to see how slick with blood it is. "I, uh, might need some healing," he says, slumping off the drow and clutching his head wound.

Goblins are, indeed, famous for loving fire. Another thing they are known for - in some circles, anyway - is their having feet which are disproportionate to the rest of their bodies. Anklebiter puts this particular Goblin feature to good use by jumping up and down on the starting fires, all around Bruendor and the dead Drow.

"This very unnatural for Goblin!" the little Wizard wheezes. "Dance around fire, not... on fire!"

"Kelendra, you're needed, both for healing and creating water to put out the fire," Lefrik says as he moves to the dwarf's side

Calla keeps an eye out for more drow or dretches as the pair put out the fire.

"I have the wand, if you need it," she notes, anticipating the burns they're sure to receive.

Stamping and shuffling, Anklebiter manages to put out the fires with only some minor burns on his feet. A touch of Calla's wand easily put him aright. Bruendor, however, is another matter entirely.

Go ahead and heal up as needed, then tell me what you plan on doing

If you want to roll the CLW checks, I'll mark off the appropriate charges.

Calla looks around the room, trying to find some way to get to the roof.

"If there's nothing here, we're going to have to climb, after all. On the bright side, it should make it easier to defend once we're up there."

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

"Hang on, please," Anklebiter says. "Not just being greedy-greedy, might be more Drow..."

The little Wizard hurriedly frisks the dead spellcaster, looking for any magical items he can quickly pocket and/or use.

"One who hurt Bruendor... said... we took the library," Anklebiter reports. "Not sure it was true. Nice if it is. But probably more Drow yet. Who knows what else..."

Detect magic up to search for useful stuff.

Scanning about, Calla does not see any means to access the roof. The drow must have gone up from the outside. Anklebiter rifles through the drow's pockets, skipping the armor and weapons and looking for anything immediately useful. He finds a potion of cure moderate wounds on each of the two drow soldiers, along with another two on the leader, plus a scroll and a wand. Also, a whip at the leader's side radiated magical properties. In the pile where the ambushing drow had hidden, Anklebiter detected magical auras that turned out to belong to another scroll and a book.

Dibs on the whip!

"Maybe, but we should check the roof just in case. It could be a good place to set up a sniper station too..."

Spellcraft wand 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Spellcraft scroll 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Spellcraft scroll 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Spellcraft book 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"Calla, Kelendra, take a look at these scrolls, please," Anklebiter says. "They're beyond me just now."

With the scavenging done - and the whip duly handed over to Calla - Anklebiter scuttles over to Bruendor and takes both his hands in one of his. The Goblin smiles. Not a sight for the fainthearted with all those teeth, if not for the genuine happiness that radiates from his features.

"Friend Bruendor, I am mighty happy to see you alive. I'm not sure any of the Elves have the power to bring back the dead, or that you'd even respond to the call of an Elf-god, and where are we going to find a Dwarf-priest all the way out here, I ask you? Better, much better, that you survive."

"Now's not the time, Sneezy. We can look at them once we know the library's clear of enemies."

The wand is magic missile, with 10 charges left. The book is a blessed book

Any spells in the book? ;)

"Wand is good!" Anklebiter says. "Battle-wand! Shoots magic missiles! Not many left, but still."

Blessed Books are never found with spells in them :p

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"So long as it's not a dark god, I don't judge, AB," Bruendor says, his eyes clearing as the healing magics work. "Doesn't really matter if it's Old Deadeye or the Savored Sting doing the job to me. I'd prefer Torag, but that's just several decades of living in Janderhoff talking." He slowly finds his feet, and pokes around. "If we're going to race to the top, we're going to have to find a way to get there quick. The slippers would be a good start. Alternatively, I can climb, but it will take me awhile, and I don't relish the thought of getting shot by drow bolts all the way up."

Our orders were to hold it, right?

"I'm glad you're alive as well, Friend Bruendor... and apologies that I did not get to aid you in time," The Barbarian seems apologetic.

Yes, take and hold the library until the main force arrives

"I have two invisibility spells still. Perhaps using those and the slippers, three of us can check the roof... Then, if its clear, we should begin to fortify the doors so no more drow can get in -- it certainly sounded like they were signaling for aid," Calla says as she wraps the new whip onto a hanger on her belt.

"I have one spell that will keep arrows from hurting - so long as they're not magical, and it's not unlimited," Anklebiter offers.

"I have an axe," Lefrik states.

"And that will do us a lot of good once we get up to the roof, but I don't think it will do much to get us up there safely," Calla snarks. "You and Bruendor can climb, right? I suggest we make you both invisible and you can make your way up. Then one of us uses the slippers to follow. If it's safe, great. If it's not, we can occupy whatever's up there while Anklebiter or Kelendra make their way up, or wait below for us to mop up any drow."

I think it'll be easiest not to have AB and Kel come up, but if there are several drow up there, we may need their help. Maybe we can sneak up and have Brue quietly and invisibly let down a rope if there are drow? Hopefully the roof will in fact be empty and we can figure out if we want to use that to hold the library or go back in and try to fortify the doors...

"We should not split up," Anklebiter says, shaking his ears. "If nothing else, there may be another spellcaster up there. Or lots of troops. Fortify and barricade the doors first, yes, but then we need to go up as a team."

"Should we worry about the roof? The drow can float up there as needed and not risk a fall, we may find ourselves more vulnerable up there and exposed to ranged attacks from floating opponents. Maybe we barricade ourselves in here and wait for the army to arrive?" Kel fidgets nervously as she looks at the blood staining Bruendor's face. "I'm afraid what would happen if one of us went unresponsive on the roof and fell to the ground where we couldn't help them quickly."

another successful expo completed, thanks for tolerating my absence

"I don't like the idea of splitting up either, but if there are drow up there, we don't have time to wait for us to fortify the library! Why not have a picnic lunch while we're at it?" Calla argues, practically spitting out the last sentence.

There's no good way I see to get all of us up there quickly. I think my plan gives us the best opportunity. Brue should be able to get up fairly safely if invisible and let down a rope and then Lefrik can climb invisibly and Calla can follow in the slippers, since they tend to be our other main combatants. AB and Kel can come up via the rope if needed in the first round/two of combat, which should keep the drow from picking them off but also get them up there ASAP in case there's trouble.

Kel gulps in trepidation as Calla presses for action. "I can grant us levitation, maybe I can carry Anklebiter with me? You know, to be helpful, not as a shield from arrows or anything."

"Who or what the hell is Pems?!"

LOL. Wrong game, Kel!

"Pems? Are those persistently enigmatic super goblins?, I think I've heard of those before?

oops, Pems edited to AB, I blame it on post Vegas stupor

Let's make a decision, guys. Brue, Lefrik, what do you think?

"If this were an Ulfen raid coming for us, I'd suggest we hole up and fire through openings and hope they didn't bring fire while we shot arrows at them with as much cover as possible and hope to hell they didn't just torch the place. If we could create a ruse where it seemed like more of us were here to discourage them, the better. Drow tactics are different though so I can't say."

Need a decision by Monday, or it will be made for you

Kel enchants a few trinkets with light to provide Bruendor extra illumination as he scours the ceiling for trapdoors in the library.

assuming we go with the 'spider climbing to look for trapdoors to the roof' plan

Let's have Bruendor check the ceiling using the slippers. After that, we have to find a way to check the roof. If no one else does, Calla will take the slippers and go do it herself. If it's clear, we're going to hold up in the library and trap the doors.