DaWay's Legacy of Fire - Howl of the Carrion King
Game Master DaWay

Grumbling, Arizhel summons another sacrificial eagle.

To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage, if hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage, if hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage, if hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Everything is a miss.

The pugwampi continues his frenzied assualt at Malak
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 1 nonlethal
confirm 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 1 nonlethal

The pugwampi growls as his dagger sinks into the meat of Malaks calf.

"Enough!"

Obviously frustrated, Khatijah tries to punt the little beast into the wall.

Kicking the Pugwampi, provokes an AoO.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 => 7 That's a miss.

Taldor tries again
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 201d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13

The eagle swoops in, again.
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage, If Hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage, If Hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage, If Hit: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Kara swipes again.

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
unlucky: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Arg! That's almost a critical, even with the darned unluck aura!

Finally somebody landed a hit on him. This had to be a halarious few seconds in game. You'd know what would suck? If he's still standing and fighting after that -.- lol

Nope, that's 6 hp. The little guy is down. I am almost sad to see this one go.

I sure ain't!

Kara stands triumphant over her kill and wipes the blood off her curved blade with a bit of cloth. She gives the little menace a bit of a kick as she steps over it to carefully re-enter the room and look around.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Taldor nods to Kara, acknowledging her kill. He also enters and looks around

perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Fionn follows Taldor and looks around the room.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Malak looks down at his leg and then at the little pugwampi. That little one had some fight to him.

Don't forget that being in that room still requires a reflex every round due to the junk strewn about. If you want to search just let me know. If not we can move on and finish up this level.

"Well, should I stick with you now, or head back to the rear again?"

Entering the room, Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

"As long as you promise not to get involved with combat until after you are healed up, you may as well stick around. Just don't go dying again."

Perception(Aid Other, Zerika): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Zerika's total Perception: 35

Fionn takes one step into the room and looks around, stepping out again almost immediately when she realizes the condition of the floor and gets hurt.

reflex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

For the benefit of everyone who took damage from the pugwampi and the floor of that room, she prays for healing and channels energy.

channel: 1d6 ⇒ 6 points healed.

Can I make an acrobatics check to avoid the bits of pointy stuff since we're not in combat? If so I'd take 10 for 17.

As other members of the group head into the newly (and presumably) cleared room, Tolus does his best to calm his breathing. His ears are ringing from the adrenaline and his hands have begun to shake slightly. He was about to ask if everyone was alright when Fionn's washed over him.

He shakes his head to try to clear the fuzzyness left from the rush of combat and begins to scout across the hall into the only remaining area of this floor of the temple.

stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
spreception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Shoulda seen about grabbin' a broom."

Khatijah slumps against the wall again. Her moodiness from earlier back in full force. She begins looking closely at the mold growing on her arm.

"Cursed blade for a cursed slave I guess."

Kara looks over at Khatijah curiously. "Cursed? Hardly. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a trained and strong warrior. I...I just got lucky, is all. I'm sure these things are much smaller than what you're used to fighting anyways, they just happen to be more my size."

"Heh, I should tell you how I first learned to fight. We are not as different as you think."

Kara raises an eyebrow as she tries to guess at her meaning, then a look of astonishment creeps over her face. "You fought back, and they let you live?"

Tolus is hearing all this as he prepares to scout. Upon hearing Kara's astonishment he chimes in, You are in the presence of a particularly rare specimen of a person, Kara. One of the rarest of Exotics. Khat is what several of my masters would call an "Indominable". The fact that she is still breathing marks her as a breed apart from pretty toys such as you and I. Tolus looks to Khat for her reaction, half expecting her to lash out. He wished she could see her own incredible value in his eyes. She was a symbol of everything to which slaves are naturally attracted: inner strength, beauty, grace, and unyielding independence to name a few. In 40 years Tolus had yet to meet her equal. He was determined to make her see in herself what he saw in her.

You clear the room nothing of value noted.

Moving to A17.
Three long wooden tables and dozens of chairs that once lined this mess hall are now in shambles, mostly rotted away with the passage of years. Light shines through several large holes in the ceiling, illuminating a closed door on the east wall.

"I am not sure I believe in curses, but I now believe in Pugwampis. I would wait to decide how well you do until we face something not quite so accursed."

As Arizhel speaks, she an Zerika scour the room looking for anything of value, keeping a special eye out for magical auras. (Casting Detect Magic on Zerika)

Perception, assisting Zerika: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

Kara raises an eyebrow as she tries to guess at her meaning, then a look of astonishment creeps over her face. "You fought back, and they let you live?"

"I am afraid I am a poor storyteller, but I will tell you what happened after we are done here."

Assuming that I am still alive after this.

Fighting back against oppressors is admirable. I would just make sure that you pick your battles wisely. Malak says while stretching and picking his way through the mess.

When Tolus sees that there is no threat he calls the party over to the former mess hall and approaches the eastern door to check if it's locked.

Tolus the door is unlocked but seems to be jammed.

Tolus curses under his breath.
Taldor? Could you convince this nice door that it's in our way and kindly shatter it to kindling?
Tolus takes a second look at the door for traps, then around the room for anything else of interest

precp for traps on door: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

no traps

Tolus quickly scans the room, looking for anything of obvious interest.
preception for initial room search: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

nothing.

"Here, I will help you push it open."

Arizhel Strength (Aid other): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18 (whoever takes lead on pushing open gains +2 if he tries to push)

Wish I had just tried Str check. Mighta worked, and the halfling caster being the one to open it woulda been hilarious

Tolus joins the halfling in attempting to force the door open.

Strength check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

For a total of 18 if noone else aids

Taldor listens quietly to the numerous conversations, not adding anything to them. When Tolus asks for him he chuckles, then gets a ten foot head start and charges the door

Bull Rush1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Strength Check1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

With a struggle and a crashing dwarf the door finally gives way from the mold that was holding it back to reveal Ten bunk beds in various stages of disrepair fill this chamber, which must once have been a dormitory for students. The roof is mostly intact, and an open arch in the north wall leads to a large hallway. The east and west walls both bear sturdy wooden doors leading to other rooms, and an open arch in the southeast corner of the room leads into a darkened antechamber, perhaps a large closet.

Taldor grunts and brushes himself off, then begins checking the contents behind the doors, leaving the exploration of the room to the rest of the party. At each door he begins by cracking the door and peaking in, then opening it all the way if nothing happens

Perception1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Huh, this place must have had quite the population in its day. Tolus comments about the beds. He follows Taldor to assist in securing the area.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"Aye, ten bunk beds probably means at least twenty acolytes . . . It is a shame we are not able to see this place in its full glory." Arizhel chimes in, remaining just outside the room.

"could you please help them look for anything unusual? Just stay hidden as best you can."

"Hide and snoop. Got it."

Doing her best to remain unseen, Zerika enters the room, keeping an eye open for the unusual.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Khatijah follows Tolus and Zerika into the room, the scimitar Tempest stays in her hand as she looks about.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Taldor grunts at Arizhel's comment "I don't follow Sarenrae, but she has some o' tha prettiest temples there ever was." He continues his search of the area

Khatijuah you could swear the mold holding the door shut is now following you.
The small room off the southeastern wall is the lowest chamber in what was once a 40 foot tall tower. All of the wooden floors and the old lasdder that used to comprise the tower jumble the floor here in a collapsed mess. The roof of the the tower fell years ago, leaving it open to the sky and predators.

You see two wolf spiders the size of a human descending fast upon you.

"Spiders, boss. Look up!"

Zerika retreats back out of the room.

"Running away, as instructed!"

Looking up, Arizhel calls out a warning "Look up! Spiders incoming!"
Making sure that the fighter types are in front of her, Arizhel summons an eagle behind the spider higher up.

Eagle (Augment Summon + Smite)
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
To Hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Fionn sends a firebolt at one of the spiders before anyone can close with it for combat.

to hit ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Tolus's eyes jerk skyward. I hope they're poisonous he thinks. A shuriken whips into his hand and he hurls it at the nearer of the two, but it flies woefully wide.

attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3