DM Feral's Player's Choice (Inactive)

Game Master Feral

Jessamy fires three more arrows, this time at the fleshy-colored sludge next to Jordimandus.

Composite shortbow: 1d20 + 14 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 3 + 2 = 35
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 15

Composite shortbow: 1d20 + 9 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 3 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 10

Composite shortbow (extra haste attack): 1d20 + 14 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 3 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 11

Ensu moves forward and urges his allies on to greatness.

The wasps continue to harass Jordimandus.

Cast moment of greatness: Double a morale bonus on one roll or check, before making the roll, one time in the next 12 minutes.

Wasps: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12
Wasps: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6
Wasps: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9
Wasps: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Pirknok roars wordless assent at Krojun's question, hefting his sword with both hands and preparing to strike. His thoughts are not coherent enough to realize that the esteemed Thundercaller is probably talking about magic. Delay, if Krojun's gonna do something speshul. Keep in mind I'll have to try to save against it, though. :(

I'd like to try Jester's Jaunt to teleport you on top of him. Will save DC 17 negates!

Nat 1?: 1d20 ⇒ 19

... anyone have a reroll I can use? :P

Siolad...

Siolad has a reroll I can use?!

I don't know about that, but he has an action.

So do I, but I wanna reroll! *dorfpout*

Okay, time to slish.

Pirknok grunts in angry disappointment as Krojun's magicks fail to take hold. Striding forward, he focuses his anger toward the destruction of the evil man's minion!

Slish vs Phlegm (rage, PA, haste, inspire, BoF): 1d20 + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 23 + 2 + (4, 3) = 34
Dorf Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Slish vs Phlegm (rage, PA, haste, inspire, BoF): 1d20 + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 32
Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 23 + 2 + (6, 4) = 40
Dorf Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Slish vs Phlegm (rage, PA, haste, inspire, BoF): 1d20 + 17 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 17 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 32
Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 23 + 2 + (2, 2) = 32
Dorf Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Slish vs Phlegm (rage, PA, haste, inspire, BoF): 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 32
Confirm: 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 23 + 2 + (4, 1) = 38
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 23 + 2 = 32
Dorf Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Jessamy pelts one of the humorous oozes with arrows 'wounding' the unnatural thing.

Pirknok follows suit, chopping and slashing the animate puddle of phlem until there's nothing left but a few quivering strands.

Ensu's wasps continue providing an excellent distraction but they don't seem to be doing any real damage to the hideous obese spellcaster.

Siiiiiiolad is up.

Round 6: Actions
Standard Action: Finish casting summon monster VI

Siolad finally finishes summoning a lillend from Elysium and gives her directives to go after the fat caster!

She can act the turn she shows up. Did you want to make some attack rolls?

Lillend Sword Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Lillend Sword Attack?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Lillend Tail Slap?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Sword Crit?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Attack 1 Damage?: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 3) + 8 = 13
Attack 2 Damage?: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (3, 2) + 8 = 13
Attack 2 Crit Damage?: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 4) + 8 = 16

Tail Slap Damage?: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10

You can also take an action yourself this round; finishing the spell is from last round.

Siolad!

Okay, let's finish this up. Siolad, feel free to jump in whenever you can.

Jordimandus's eyes grow wide in surprise when Siolad's summoned angel charges through the air to strike him. Her tail fails to overcome his magical wards but her blade pierces his rubbery flesh twice eliciting a groan of pain.

Desperate to fend off the heroes' mounting assault, he struggles to overcome the stinging wasps and finish a spell.

Caster Level: 4d20 ⇒ (9, 20, 2, 16) = 47 So mean.

The party is up.

Jessamy fires three more arrows at the fleshy-colored sludge next to Jordimandus.

Composite shortbow: 1d20 + 14 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 3 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 12

Composite shortbow: 1d20 + 9 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 3 + 2 = 33
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 12

Composite shortbow (extra haste attack): 1d20 + 14 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 3 + 2 = 29
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 6 + 2 = 13

Ensu pulls and loads his crossbow.

Pirknok moves forward and bravely engages the gloppy foe!

Slish vs Blue Glop (rage, PA, haste, inspire, BoF): 1d20 + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 22 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 23 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 23 + 2 + (2, 3) = 36
Dorf Damages: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Dorf HP: 142/195

Krojun's chant changes as he studies the heartening wizard. His voice begins to pick up the cadence of thunder rolling across the plains, his tale one of a lad who chased the storms and caught them one dark night, becoming part of them when they saw his soul was as their own.

Inspire courage +2 lingers for 2 rounds! Switching to Thunder Call! As Sound Burst, Fort DC 19 to avoid being stunned! 3d8 ⇒ (5, 3, 8) = 16 sonic damage!

Pirknok shudders unconsciously as Krojun's tale stirs some deep childhood fear within him.

Going to call the fight. Jordimandus is just dying by inches at this point.

After a long hard fought battle, the party finally brings the obese spellcaster to his knees. As Jordimandus breathes his last breath, the black tumorous heart falls free from the exposed cavity in his chest and to the ground where it rapidly shrivels until it's no larger than an acorn. With their master dead, the founts of elemental humor stop flowing as well leaving the room silent save the breathing of the assembled heroes.

"Well, that was exciting. Good job with the bees, Ensu. They may have saved us!" Jessamy says.

She starts taking a closer look around.

Perception (+3 vs. traps): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

"Is everyone OK?" Ensu asks. Any healing needed?

Pirknok watches the shriveling heart with revulsion mixed with interest. When Ensu speaks up, he rouses himself and yawns. "Those goopy things got me a bit," he admits.

Down 53... we wanding or casting?

Not sure; do we still have more to explore, GM? I've gotten kind of lost as to where things stand in here. I know we're nearing completion of the area. Also, I've only got Ensu down 17. Did I miss damage in there?

Down 69 points.

"This place is filled with filth and disgust. No wonder the Runelords found it so appealing."

He took 17 from me... I think he might've gotten hit once here as well? I guess the rest of my damage was self-inflicted.

Ensu channels energy twice times to make sure everyone is healthy again. I figure the lillend hopefully has time to cast CSW on Krojun and Pirknok, which should put everyone close to full health; use the wand if you need another hit or two to be topped off.

channel: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 5, 3, 5) + 1 = 26
channel: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 2, 1, 1, 3) + 1 = 15

Sounds good — down 12 after the channeling. Assuming a CSW (or even CMW), I should be good to go.

Where to next?

The lillend has enough rounds left to burn through its healing spells.

As for why you guys are in here: You're looking for information on the Runelords and how to potentially stop their return to the world. You're reaaaally close to learning some important stuff.

Lillend CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Well let's get it larnt then!! HP are full.

What the dwarf said. Where do we have yet to explore? Looks like west, southwest and east? 1d3 ⇒ 2 Dice says southwest after Jessamy's explored this area (25 Perception, above).

Having become at least partially accustomed to the layer of filth that covers everything in this wing of the Runeforge, Jessamy diligently searches the late Jordimandus and his throne.

She finds assorted arcane paraphernalia which quickly catches Siolad's eye but more importantly a thick well-filled journal. It's written in Thassilonian and will take a few hours to parse without the aid of magic.

Other loot: rod of absorption, rod of giant summoning (greater), and pearls of power 3, 4, and two 5s.

Finding little else of interest, the party retreats to the Runeforge's central hub and ventures down the southwest hallway.

Initially the hallway is much like the others in the Runeforge until worked stone gives way to a series of immaculately polished mirrors flanking the way forward. Powerful magic pours off the mirrors so heavily that even the untrained can sense it.

Ensu Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Any idea what it is?

Ensu detects a powerful necromancy aura coming from the mirrors but he's not versed enough in the arcane to make sense of it.

Siolad, you still with us?

Dorf and Jess can read Thassilonian!

Pirknok shudders and takes a step back, unwilling to walk before the mirrors. "They look like the Mirrors of Souls," he comments. "And they give me a real bad feeling... like they're watchin' us. Can we smash 'em?"

Yep. Just... going through a period of motivation problems.

Siolad, having been oddly quiet for a while, finally decides to apply his repertoire of knowledge to the mirrors.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 39

With the a bit of study Siolad recognizes the mirrors as mirrors of opposition, cursed mirrors capable of created twisted evil reflections of those that pass in front of them.

Smashing them is totally an option.

"I think Pirknok's right. We should smash them. And hope they then don't make swarms of little us-es," Jessamy says. Aw; I love when adventures make PCs fight themselves.

"Maybe we should stand back when we smash them and then only have one of us go forward at a time. Who'd be easiest to stop in battle?" I was going to say myself since I need flanking to really be dangerous and don't have much in the way of spells, but ... these could potentially flank if more than one me is created.

Once everyone's backed up as far as we can, she'll look for some pieces of rubble she can use to chuck at the mirrors. Obviously start with just one and wait to see what happens, but if nothing obviously bad, she'll continue.

Siolad believes that the mirror's magic only triggers if someone stands flush with them. As long as you stand to the side, it should be possible to smash them safely.

Jessamy's rock *plinks* off one of the mirrors without causing any real damage but nothing especially magical happens either.

"Stand off to the side and smash them."

Jessamy does just that.

It takes her a few minutes but Jessamy dents and gouges the mirrors until it's impossible to get a clear reflection of more than a few square inches.

Watching her work through the lens of detect magic Siolad senses the necromantic aura dim until it's faded entirely.

"...yep. That'll do it."

Jessamy, searching for any other traps, leads the way forward.

Perception (+3 vs. traps): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

The corridor opens into an immense cathedral of polished ivory flagstones. Mirrored walls rise to a height of nearly a hundred feet, where the vaulted ceiling arches majestically. Four immense chandeliers hang from golden chains and brightly illuminate the entire room. At the center of the cathedral, a three-step dais of polished wood supports a peacock the size of a wyvern, its feathers spread regally behind it. The creature’s eyes seem to hold a great depth of wisdom and intelligence.

Six identical immaculately dressed human men with shoulder-length blond hair pace the length of the room, stopping when the party enters.

They speak with one sonorous voice in Thassilonian, “The master is in study — he is not to be disturbed. Please keep noise to a minimum or you will be punished.”

Krojun stops and stares openly at the men. "What is this? Sextuplets?"

Pirknok stares, too, but his gaze is locked unwaveringly on the statue. Without seeming to be aware of it, he takes a few steps forward, eyes wide and full of awe. "Makirav...?" he whispers, slowly stepping toward the statue again. "Kak...? Namivakira..."

A slight shudder passes across the dwarven frame as Pirknok continues dreamily forward, toward the dais and the magnificent statue thereon.

"I don't think this is the time for sex, Krojun!" Jessamy exclaims as the dwarf starts walking forward.

"Or you, Pirknok!" she says as she grabs at him. "What are you doing?!"