GM ShadowLord's Rise of the Runelords Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master GM ShadowLord

Grace stumbles backwards. She's not a front line fighter. Not without big, strong, bulky men to hide behind. Or, you know, Sunday. She moves down the stairs, ready to defend herself.

Doing a full withdraw down the stairs.

And of ocurse I fall asleep right before Grace's post >_<

Seeing the heavily wounded Diva stumble down the stairs Sunday snarls and barrels past her, as well as the the cultist with the odd look on his face. Was this the one the Witch was talking about? What did she do to... Sunday stopped thinking on it as shivers ran down his spine, in fact, he almost stopped altogether.

But with everything that had happened he pressured on and set upon Grace's attackers.

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 = 20
Damage (slashing, magical): 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 17

Raging HP:50/65

Sunday cuts down the masked man with ease, sending him tumbling back on the ground into a bloody heap in the corner of the room. One of the three remaining masked men steps up and slashes at the barbarian, quickly followed by the other two as well. The first two fumble forward and can't seem to get a solid handle on their blades, missing badly. The third attacker reaches around the corner and slashes at Sunday's arm (4 damage)

The tall elf steps forward to glare at Sunday. He whips his hands around as he casts a spell and says in a deep clear voice, "Return to the temple immediately, you are desperately needed there." He cast suggestion, DC15 Will to negate or decide suddenly you are needed elsewhere.

Party is up!

Attack Sunday: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Attack Sunday: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Attack Sunday (cover): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Sunday Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Sooooorry, it seems I posted before hand. Delendir climbing should happen now

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Also dudes trying to kill you are in the way of you getting to the temple. "Asking the creature to do some obviously harmful act automatically negates the effect of the spell." like turning his back on people who are still attacking him, one of whom just cut him

Ah! Good point.

"Need to... go back..." Sunday stupidly mumbles before attacking the people out for his blood.

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 = 24
Damage (slashing, magical): 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 21

Raging HP:47/65

Elisai storms up the staircase, having dealt with the last cultist, attempting to join the others on the upper levels.

Jessica knew there was little she could do to help Sarah and Samuel any further at the moment. She also knew that there was every possibility that one of the cultists might come down and flee only stopping to kill Sarah as he fled. she couldn't let that happen and said, "Go Elisai, I'll protect Sarah." Then she had an idea, something that might actually be worth the effort, she drew to mind the image of her angel and chanted a prayer while focusing on her holy symbol. The bond she had made with it allowed her to access a spell she hadn't prepared and she chose one that might actually scare the cultists into making a mistake. She looked up through the whole where Sarah had fallen from and through it projected the image up.

In the room where the fighting was a brilliant light began to rise through the shaft and quickly reached the top. Once it arrived it formed into the image of an angel, a very pissed off angel, who's drawn blade through the rope and causing it to fall through the hole below.

I cast Major Image using my bonded holy symbol. DC 17 will negates once it's interacted with.

AoO 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
AoO 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 161d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
AoO 3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Seeing Grace stagger down injured, Yavenee reaches out to steady the taller woman. her eyes glowing a deep green as the diva feels a deeply comforting warmth flow through her, awakening every cell in her body and closing the worst of her wounds.

Healing Hex: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (5, 7) + 5 = 17

"Thank you, my dear." Grace says, leaning against the witch for a moment before steadying herself again. "Now, let us see what we can do about our darling Sunday."

Grace takes a deep breath and begins singing.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night..."

Perform (singing): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

NOTE: Grace's Inspire Courage +2 effect has expired. No one is getting that anymore.

Starting up Bardic Performance again. Specifically, Countersong. This should be effective against the mind control the bad guys are dishing out since spells like suggestion and command are language-dependent. Basically, so long as I'm performing the Countersong, y'all use my Perform (singing) check (which is a 28 this round) instead of your own Will save to resist. Sunday, you automatically will get a new save on your next turn, also using my Perform check (28 right now) instead of your Will save to break free.

I do need to make a new Perform check each turn I keep up the Countersong but it will never be less than a 17 since Grace is a freaking diva.

CURRENT HP: 22 out of 34
BARDIC PERFORMANCE: 18 out of 22 rounds

Yay!

*bows down*

Also dudes trying to kill you are in the way of you getting to the temple. "Asking the creature to do some obviously harmful act automatically negates the effect of the spell." like turning his back on people who are still attacking him, one of whom just cut him

Well, in what I was thinking when he cast the spell, Sunday probably could have totally withdrawn safely and not been threatened and not been in violation of doing anything harmful :) Nice to see countersong being used, it gets such little love.

The man in the robes gasps when the blinding light of the angel comes up the rope. He shields his eyes with his free hand and tries to figure out what the hell is going on. Yelling in a deep commanding tone he issues, "Be gone from here! I shall-" he slashes at the image with his short sword, the blade cutting right through the illusion. He gasps, "-what? Trickery? I should have figured as much. Take your foolishness elsewhere child, you are outmatched here!"

He looks to Sunday and commands, "I bid you to take your leave, be gone!" When he doesn't respond he grows frustrated, "KILL HIM!" to which the masked men quickly follow their instructions. The first slashes Sunday's neck with the razor and takes a step back while another steps forward and slashes at his chest. The third doesn't even come anywhere close to hitting him however.

Party is up!

Moving up the stairs and tapping her new friend on the shoulder,Yvenee switches places with him, standing safely behind him as she chants the words to the same spell she used before, the air before the maniacs' leader erupting into an explosion of glittering gold.

Having my new friend trade places with me then casting glitterdust centered on the square in front of the leader. 10' burst should catch them all and exclude Sunday. DC 17 Will save or be blind

I guess Elisai runs up more stairs?

I'm assuming BBEG had to move to the opening that I sent the "angel" up from to take his swing at it which means I should be able to see him from where I'm at. If so he didn't get moved to the right place. Kinda need to know where he is to determine where I want to move to.

Boosted by the fury of those desperate, Delendir grasps to the rope with all his strength pulling himself up. His muscles tense, his multiple wounds bleeding, his hands starting to pain with the rough contact of the hemp.
Climb-accelerated climb+IR DC 15: 1d20 + 5 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 5 + 1 = 15

What the ranger finds at the third floor almost leaves him without breath. As he climbs up the last bit and sets fit on the floor, he catches eye on the elf right in front of him "You! You bastard!"

His mouth open, face palm, and he barely reacts to draw his magical longsword "For so many years you have been unreachable. And now... you are here!" although he tries to seem a rock, the voice of the half-elf is tearing, almost breaking into stutter "You monster, you just cannot let Lauralel live her life!"

Delendir raises his sword ready to defend himself.

Raging HP 26/53; AC 16

Soooo how much damage did he take?

Feeling the familiar dread of someone else having control over your thoughts leave him Sunday beagin heaving and screeching "I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 = 30
Damage (slashing, magical): 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 17
Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 = 29
Critical: 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 20
SOOOOOOOOOOOO CLOSE ;p 37 if confirmed.

Raging HP:48/65

Jess - I'm mobile and can't edit the map but you are correct on his place,net adjacent to the image."

Sunday - 11

Sunday clearly is unable to spare anyone from a horrific death as he beheads yet another masked man, blood spraying in a vicious arc across the room.

The leader, the one Delendir spews hatred towards and the masked man in front of hi, resist Yavenee's spell. The robed man turns towards Delendir with outstretched arms, holding his blade at the ready. He is not as surprised to see Delendir as the ranger was to see him. He speaks slowly in a controlled voice. "No half breed, it is you who killed my daughter. Time has done you nothing I see. You return to me now and you shall pay the price of taking my daughter AND grandchild from me."

He points his blade at Delendir and stands erect as he raises his voice, "Your ignorance almost destroyed me as well, but I shall not be done by an insolent fool! This day I will enjoy carving your chest for my mistress."

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Um, so our go or does he still have more to do? I'm assuming the latter.

Regardless Sunday will step over the now very dead cultist so that they can't keep crowding us down the stairs.

I moved him roughly where I think he would have gone, the closest place to him that he could attack from and then moved myself. I'll adjust my placement later if needed.

Jessica knew from the cultist's words that he was at the hole and she could move to see him. She quickly stepped over making sure he couldn't attack Sarah and chanted before sending a spear of pure white light up at the bastard's face.

Just in case he's an evil outsider I'll roll a second damage roll using those dice just in case.
Spear of Purity dc will for half and no blindness: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 183d8 ⇒ (1, 1, 4) = 6
SoP dmg vs evil outsider: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 3, 2) = 10

...well crap, dice roller hates me.

Oh, it's still our go. Mah bad :3

Still your go, I was just responding to events so far. Grace is still up.

The spear of white light flies toward the elf but he moves with amazing reflexes, maybe the fastest you've ever seen, as he contorts his upper body and the light fizzles into the wall directly behind him. There is no question that Delendir solely holds this man's attention, but he does shoot a quick sideways glance at Jessica with annoyance. He mutters, "Of course you call upon your useless god now. What a shame it will be when she can't help you."

Grace continues to sing, focusing on countering the potential poison words of the cult leader upstairs.

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Using my prima dona ability to gain a +2 bonus to my perform check at the expense of an additional round of Bardic Performance.

Perform (singing): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34

CURRENT HP: 22 out of 34
BARDIC PERFORMANCE: 16 out of 22 rounds

Elisai you need to adjust your token on the map, I assume you're probably at the top of the stairs behind Grace at this point?

Through Grace's song Sunday is able to resist the suggestion he had been given and continue to protect and defend his companions here in the mill.

Now that several of you are piling into the room, you can make a DC25 Sense Motive check on the BBEG.

The two masked men continue their slashes at Sunday, but both attacks fall short as they grow concerned at the barbarian's ability to continually destroy cultist after cultist. The robed man in the rear closes his eyes for a second before his body shimmers and stretches apart into two separate robed men (Treat as mirror image spell). Both robed men look towards Sunday and holds out their palms. They say, "YOU WILL OBEY ME. DO NOT MOVE!" DC14 or become paralyzed and freeze in place.

Attack Sunday: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 2 = 5
Attack Sunday: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Party is up!

I don't suppose the paralysis magic/spell/ability is language-dependent?

"I escaped Magnimar once to elude you and protect my daughter" Delendir voice tears off as he talks remembering his past "But she is a grown up girl now who does not need her father anymore. It is time for us to solve our differences!"

And raising his sword he moves over both elven men shouting "You do not intimidate me anymore with your reputation and trickery. Your time of vile deeds and repression ends here and now!" as he descends the blade over his head with both hands.
Mirror image miss chance 50%?: 1d100 ⇒ 60
+1 longsword (2-handed)-PA+IR: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 2 + 1 = 29
Slashing/Magical damage+PA+IR: 1d8 + 8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 6 + 2 = 20

Crit?: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 11 - 2 + 1 = 18
Slashing/Magical damage+PA+IR: 1d8 + 8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 6 + 2 = 22

There up over the hatch the image of both elf and half-elf can be seen.

Raging HP 26/53; AC 16

Grace - Nope.

Delendir - Hits, not a crit.

Jessica was angrier than she had ever been, she had lost too much to give up now. She cast another prayer to her goddess and yelled at the masked man who murdered Samuel, "You have realized the error of your ways and will drop to your knees and beg forgiveness!"

Casting suggestion and hoping that suggestion is reasonable enough for the spell to work. DC 17 will negates.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The robed man screams with pain as Delendir slashes through the immage and cuts him across the chest in a deep wound. He places his hand on his wound and pulls it away bloody. He shoots Jessica's an irked look ash she attempts to disrupt his plan and he ignores her, turning to face Delendir instead. "You were always such a brute Delendir, you ruined her life! You couldn't just leave well enough alone and take what I had given you, could you? NO! You're going to pay dearly for taking her from me."

Grace, Sunday, Yavenee are up. Don't forget the SM unless you can care less about it ;)

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Of f~@~ing course.

Raging HP:49/65

Not gonna try the Sense Motive with my +1

"NO! YOU are the one who will pay. You like taking advantage of people who are unable to defend themselves? You do you like it!?!?" As she speaks, the witch's eyes darken,glaring past the immobilized Sunday. The dust in the room begins floating up as she calls upon the very force of the land beneath her, her hands extending as if to take hold of the man's spine from across the room. The moment she finishes she closes her fists in a gripping, twisting motion, chantang a phrase in Shoanti as the man feels every inch of his body begin to lock up.

Hold person DC 18

"Drop your weapons or your master dies!!" she says hoping to distract the cultists for a moment.

Will: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 = 17

Infuriated with constant interruptions he turns to Yavenee's voice and raises his sword sword up high and shouts, "NO YO-". His voice stops mid-sentence as he becomes paralyzed, unable to move.

The cultists eyes flick back towards the robed man, unsure what to do. Despite wearing masks it's clear they are showing signs of hesitation. One of them grunts, "M'lord?" but the robed man does not respond, sword still raised up high.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

While Grace is trained to hear any manner of nuance in the voice, it isn't easy to hear that as she sings. She continues as she makes her way back up the stairs, following her fellow opera star.

Perform (singing): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

CURRENT HP: 22 out of 34
BARDIC PERFORMANCE: 14 out of 22 rounds

Elisai should be able to take a turn starting adjacent to Grace now, she's moved far enough.

Apologies, have had the flu for the last three days (excluding today), which is really killing my posting habits. Anyway if I can strike out an an enemy (point of order, not the charmed cultist though), then I'll have Elisai do exactly that. If nothing is within reach, then I'll have Elisai move and take the Total Defence action if I end my turn right next to an enemy. Including an attack roll just so I don't slow things down with my tactical weaknesses

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (5, 4) + 10 = 19

Elisai's powerful attack unfortunately falls a little short and shreds some of the wood from the stairwell wall.

Will for Hold Person: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

The robed man is still paralyzed and unable to move, not responding to the masked man.

The two masked cultists are unsure what to do and withdraw, falling back to attack Delendir next round if he injures the robed man.

Party is up! Sunday you get a new save each round.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 - 1 + 2 = 11
Damage (slashing, magical): 1d10 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 6 + 1 + 2 = 20
F~#+ing dice roller

Raging HP:50/65

"What future? A future of serfdom to a crazy god?" Delendir observes how the elf stops mid conversation. Hesitant and not understanding what is going on the half-elf decides to try the elf "What now?!" not receiving and answer the half-elf decides to step back far from the cultists "The cat ate your tongue?" and performs a disarm maneuvre.
Disarm+IR+helpless (helpless): 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 1 + 4 = 21
If I am right helpless reduces Dex to AC to -5 and gives me a +4 to the attack without right to an AoO

"Surrender!" he shouts not knowing what is happening suddenly with the elf.

Raging HP 26/53; AC 16

Having run out of spells that could reach the bastard Jessica changed tactics and drew her crossbow. It was a good thing she always kept it loaded when expecting trouble. She aimed up the shaft, taking a bead on the monster that led this cult and pulled the trigger.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

If I'm still under the effect of Grace's IC via lingering performance add +2 to attack and damage roll. At least he's held so maybe I'll be able to actually hit him with that roll.

His AC drops by 11 when paralyzed. He isn't doing much at all.

Unable to defend himself, the blade thumps loudly as it falls to the ground at feet of the robed man. The man is completely still as a statue, not responding to the disarm attach whatsoever. His cultist gasp as the blade is knocked from his hands. Again once asks, "M'Lord? Are you alright? What do you bid?"

Jessica's bolt flies up through the openings and catches the robed man in his bicep. Amazingly he doesn't even flinch as the bolt punches through his arm, spraying blood onto the ceiling.

Sunday who did you attack? The cultist both moved on.

Grace, Elisai, Yavenee are up.

Does it matter? I guess the one in the middle.

Eyes swirling with malevolent intent Yavenee gestures toward the paralyzed madman, filling him with the dreadful knowledge of his certain death. Seeing the rising panic in his eyes, she begins to laugh, a chilling malevolent giggle.

Standard action Hex:Evil Eye DC 19 -2 to saves (fail 8 rounds/ succeed 1 round). Move action Hex: Cackle to extend effect by 1 round

Elisai swings again, her arms rippling as she swings her blade through the air, lashing out at her previous target, trying to make up for her previous miss.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (1, 5) + 10 = 16

No it doesn't matter you whiffed, but I wanted to know where to place your token on the map is all.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Already straining against the spell that is binding him, the robed man has no reserves to fend off Yavenee's assault.

The tide has turned and things are certainly not going well for the robed man and his masked cultists. While Sunday misses, Elisai follows his attack with one of her own that sends the closest masked man dropping to the floor. The momentum of her blow send him rolling towards the open hole in and he falls down in from of Jessica with a sickening crunch.

Grace is up.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Grace alters her song, changing from verse to freeform so she can impart information. Singing her words.

"I do believe the man in the robes... is being controlled... don't kill him... he may have anwers"

Perform (singing): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

CURRENT HP: 22 out of 34
BARDIC PERFORMANCE: 13 out of 22 rounds

1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 2 = 14

The robed man is unable to break free of the spell that paralyzes him. Completely still and silent the masked cultist fears the worst and says "For father skinsaw!" takes his war razor and takes a step backward into the hole below, dragging the razor across his throat in the process.

All cultist are down, nice work. Rover man still far from dropping though. Party up.

If we didn't need information I'd say a round of Coup de Grace

"Grrrr! Cultists..." mumbles Delendir while he attempts to knock out the elf.
Mirror image miss chance 50%?: 1d100 ⇒ 3
+1 longsword (2-handed)-PA+IR-nonlethal: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 + 1 - 4 = 24
Slashing/Magical/Non-lethal damage+PA+IR: 1d8 + 8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 6 + 2 = 19
Unfortunately he brings down one of the images.

With Delendir disposing of the last image Sunday simply steps over and swings at the man's neck.

Coup de Grace (slashing, magical): 2d10 + 12 + 12 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 12 + 12 + 2 + 4 = 37
DC 47 to avoid death.