Darklands Archivist's The Armageddon Echo (Inactive)

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Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

It's glorious...

A motionless Iolar stares through the portal at the city for three heartbeats. Then she addresses the wizards.

"We are searching for friends taken be the dark elves. Have you seen any of them?"

Iadara? Is that common knowledge among present-day elves?


"You mean those strange elves that seem to have come out of nowhere? They claim to be from a distant land called Zirnakaynan, but none of us have heard of it. They come here to the academy all the time, asking all manner of questions about the coming danger. They have terrible manners about it, too, but they keep to themselves. I've never seen them take anyone."


Zoltan stops himself from talking, though he's quite excited that someone seems to have seen them.

Many times...

He lets Iolar talk to them.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

"Those must be they. Bad manners are the least of their faults. I would tell you more but we must hasten to rescue our friends. Can you tell us aught of their whereabouts?"


The wizards tell you that the foreign elves seem to have made camp at the abandoned observatory.

Iadara is the capital of Kyonin.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11
Darklands Archivist wrote:

The wizards tell you that the foreign elves seem to have made camp at the abandoned observatory.

Iadara is the capital of Kyonin.

Doh!

Iolar inclines her head in gratitude. "Thank you. You may have saved our companions' lives. I wish you good fortune in your noble work to save the elves here. May we all meet in the green forest."

Then she turns back to the party. "We must hurry on."


"Lead the way! I'm so glad we've stopped running in circle on the edge of doomsday!"


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

"Finally! Some actual progress. 'Bout time." Lothan breathes a sigh of relief as they head toward the observatory.


You get directions and head to the southern part of the city.

Standing in the center of a small, well-kept park is a tall and imposing building made of black and white marble and decorated with beautiful celestial patterns. Four low domes adorn the building's corners. A tower rises from its central portion to form a large domed structure from which three ornate telescopes protrude from the balconies.

Two elves stand sentry at the entrance.


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

Lothan moves up to the sentries and clears his throat, "Excuse me, gentlemen, but would it be too great of an imposition to grant us entrance within this fantastic edifice?" he asks in his best impression of a proper tone, looking back at the others to give a wink before turning back to the guards.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Iolar frowns at the first sight of the elven guards. I expected drow here. Were the wizards wrong? Is this a trap?

She is just preparing to detect magic when the impulsive half-elf approaches the guards directly. Her fingers slowly curl as if throttling an invisible neck.


Zoltan stands at the back of the group, wondering why there are elven guards here. Nothing seems to make sense... Why?


The guards move to Lothan and bid him to halt. "You may not enter. Our masters are busy studying the event and cannot be disturbed."


Zoltan's face puckers as he hears the guards' warning. He turns to Vendrik and Iolar and says in a low voice: "How can this be? Are our eyes deceiving us? That big fish had the power to create powerful illusions. And he's around in this aeon..."


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Iolar scowls at the guards. She replies quietly to Zoltan, "The goddess is not the sole creator of illusion. There may be a mage."

She steps up beside Lothan.

"The wizards at the gate sent us here. They warn everyone to go to the gate now or risk your death. And the need to know from your masters how much longer they must hold the gate open. We must enter. "


Make a bluff check.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Her heart isn't really in it.


The guards give you a patronizing look. "The gate is being held open for a few more days, but thanks for your concern. You must go now." Both of them move closer to Iolar and Lothan start shoving, at which point they immediately vanish, their forms dissipating in wisps shadowy smoke before disappearing completely.


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

Lothan looks on with a raised eyebrow as the two vanish. Turning to the others with a wry smile, "You know, I'm pretty sure what they meant to say was: 'You must go on in now'. Which I think is sound advice. Let's go people, times a wasting." Pulling out his bow, he heads in.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Iolar lurches backward in amazement as the guards evaporate. Although she quickly agrees with she calls him to stop. "Lothan, wait. Accept the blessings of Gozreh and Nethys before you go."

If he waits:
Iolar castscat's grace on him.

"Vendric. I can offer you greater strength if you wish."


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

Lothan stops and thinks about it a moment before shrugging. "Sure. Not sure what that's all about but, whatever. If it's a blessing, I'll take it."


"I knew it!" says Zoltan before he follows them.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Iolar completes the cat's grace on Lothan before looking at Zoltan. "Knew what?"


"Not sure yet..." replies Zoltan pensively, wondering if his theory holds.
"Perhaps we've been meeting nothing but illusions? All of them from that macabre fish?"


Inside the gilded doors sprawls a grand entry hall with a richly woven carpet running from the doors to a large silver orrery - a model of the sun and planets - quietly spinning in time.

Five drow, four males in chain mail and one female in plate, stand ready to attack on either side of the room.

Surprise round

Four of the drow fire at the Iolar and Lothan with their crossbows, and all four hit their mark. Iolar and Lothan both take 6 dmg and must make two DC 13 Fort saves or fall unconscious.

The female drow casts a spell, and a sonic boom goes off in the middle of the party. Everyone takes 1 dmg and must make a DC 15 Fort save or become stunned.

Zoltan gets a surprise round action if not stunned.

Map


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Iolar cries out and crumples to the floor.

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Can she be stunned if she was already unconscious? Down 7 hp on the round. Got to find pre-fight HP cause I know we did some healing.


Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Watch out!" cries Zoltan, but he's too late. He winces as Iolar drops to the floor and makes up his mind: Iolar will have to wait...

He concentrates his gaze on the Drow in front of the priestess, calling the gods to turn his hatred back towards his companions.

Casting Murderous Command Will DC 16 on F4.
Spell Resistance: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 = 12

I'm almost spent on spells... And Zoltan is no melee guy! I'll rely on low-level spells for now.


Male Half-Elf Alchemist/8 AC:17 Touch:12 FF:15 HP:52/52

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Vendric resists being stunned by the sonic boom as he watches his allies fall to Drow poison.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Excellent! Welcome back. Did you accept the offered bull's strength or not?


Male Half-Elf Alchemist/8 AC:17 Touch:12 FF:15 HP:52/52

If the DM allows it I will.


Surprise round

Zoltan turns one of drow against the others.

Vendric is up in round 1.

Initiative: Vendric/Lothan/Iolar, drow, Zoltan


Vendric Barsett wrote:
If the DM allows it I will.

Yeah, that's fine.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

I'll mark it as cast.
Nice, DW! +1 for us -1 for them.
With Lothan and Iolar sleeping, Vendric better make his move good.


DM:
Remember Zoltan rolls twice for initiative.


Male Half-Elf Alchemist/8 AC:17 Touch:12 FF:15 HP:52/52

Vendric moves up to get the female drow in range. He then lobs a bomb at her.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 = 29
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 3) + 7 + 1 = 23
11 splash in a 10ft radius dc 21 reflex for half and target is on fire


Round 1

Vendric flings his bomb at the female, hitting her square in the chest and setting her on fire. The two warriors next to her take full splash damage.

Zoltan's turned drow draws his sword and attacks the spellcaster, cutting her along the shoulder. She attacks with a whip, while the other drow opposite the turncoat pulls out his own sword to help her, but their attacks are avoided. Meanwhile, the two on the east side of the room fire multiple bots at Vendric (2 hits for 4 dmg total).

Zoltan is up.

Zoltan:
Yeah I remember.


Seeing his tactic work, Zoltan continues to push his will on the drow.

Casting Murderous Command Will DC 16 on the same Drow.

Spell Resistance check: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 = 25


Round 1

The drow succumbs to Zoltan's command again.

Vendric is up.


Male Half-Elf Alchemist/8 AC:17 Touch:12 FF:15 HP:52/52

A small smile spreads across his face as his bomb hits its mark but his attention is soon drawn elsewhere as a two arrow graze him.

Turning his gaze towards the two who shot him. He gives them a toothy smile as he rushes them. Throwing vials of liquid into his mouth taking a deep breath as he nears them and exhaling a blast of Fire.

Breath Weapon bomb: 4d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6, 6, 3) + 7 = 26
DC:21 for half

got one bomb left


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Iolar snoozes on.

Nice work guys.

Curing Wounds when we entered the gate:
Iolar Eitilt wrote:

"Perhaps the drow corrupt this place too. If no one threatens us now, let us heal our wounds before pursuing the drow further. "

If we have a moment without being attacked: The Cure Light Wounds Bonanza.

Lothan: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 4, 6, 3, 8, 1, 3, 1) + 8 = 42

Vendric: 9d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 4, 1, 3, 1, 4, 8, 7, 7) + 9 = 49

Iolar: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5) + 8 = 32

Zoltan, how do you stand? Don't be shy. At this point I'd rather burn the consumable than any of your spell power.

CLW Wand: 19 charges remain.

Oh, and if Iolar thought Lothan could, she'd tell him to start tracking the drow. :-)


Round 2

Vendric moves toward the foes on the east side of the room and breathes fire on them. They take the full blast, but grit their teeth and draw their swords, stabbing at the alchemist. Vendric is hit by one of their attacks (10 dmg).

The female takes another slash from Zoltan's controlled drow, who in turn takes cuts from her whip and the sword of the drow opposite her.

Zoltan is up.


Lothan, make a Fort save. Iolar, make two saves.


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

And the sleep goes. . ........ The sleep goes on.


Male Half-Elf Slayer 14th; Hp's 118/118; Perc: 34; AC 27/touch 16/FF 21, CMD: 32, Fort: +14/Ref: +18/Will: +12

Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11

I can sleep more comfortably knowing Lothan's back in the fight.


Zoltan narrows his eyes. His intent set on murder, he pushes his will through the Drow, hoping to kill the priestess.

Casting Murderous Command Will DC 16 on the same Drow.

Spell Resistance check: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21


Round 2

Zoltan again is able to impose his will on the drow.

Vendric is up.


Male Half-Elf Alchemist/8 AC:17 Touch:12 FF:15 HP:52/52

Vendric clenches his teeth as the sword meets its mark. He then focuses his gaze upon the offender as he gives into his beastial side and tries to rip him apart.

bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12


Female Elf Init +5 \\ HP 54/61 \\ AC 19,14,16 \\ F 6, R 5, W 10 \\ Percept 11
Zoltan the Crippled wrote:


I'm almost spent on spells... And Zoltan is no melee guy! I'll rely on low-level spells for now.

Hey, it's getting the job done, in style.

Looks like Vendric included the bull's strength in those very nice rolls. Lothan don't forget the cat's grace. Those are going to be Iolar's only contributions to the fight!

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