GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Whiskeyjack bore in on the festrog, smashing his enhanced shield into its snarling face, then doing it again for good measure.

full attack. SS is up (+2 AC) for first attack on Arval

shield bash: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
shield bash 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

WHAANNG

WHAAANG

Wren's magic missile blasts into the festrog. Whiskeyjack then lets out a roar and charges into the enormous festrog. The dwarf picks up the creature with his shield and charges into a wall, slamming it into it brutally. There's a crack as its back is broken, and it collapses to the ground.

Lena's magic missiles do their own trick, and catch the curate under the chin. She flips backwards and lands on her neck, dying instantly.

End of Combat

Wren fluffs her feathers angrily, still annoyed that *some* people ignore her might feathered works of magic. She saunters by the be-tripped Arval and into the room to try to figure out why the priestess was there and if she had any interesting magics upon her.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 Perception and Detect Magic

"Why is she here? Why does she have those undead in this place?" Wren coos aloud.

Arval cleans his blade on the cleanest piece of cloth he can find. After sheathing his sword he takes to looting the corpses.

Perception for loot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Lena sighs.
that's kind of obvious, featherbrain. She was with the whispering way. And they like dead things. she helps arval up.

they must have a base of operation near. We have to find it, and and this. she says, while casting a detect magic of her own

what we have encountered are patrols, both guards and watchers. And we haven't been quiet. We should watch for more of them.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"Why dinnae ye be askin' her? Mebbe ye go' a feather tha' ken be talkin' wit' th' dead?"

Whiskeyjack shook the festrog's gore off of his shield, then slapped Arval on the back.

"Lad, ye go' t' stop jest runnin' in there an' gettin' knocked down. Keep t' yer feet. When ye be goin' up against a big pup like tha', ye gotta ge' i' offa 'is feet an' keep yer own. Ge' 's head up an' then ye got clear access t' i's vitals - neck, chest, viscera. Ye see?"

There isn't anything of particular note in the butcher shop - it looks like the curate was scavenging the area with a patrol. There's nothing of use to be found.

However, the curate had some valuable items on her.

From here the town of Feldgrau stretches before you with several locations to visit.

The loot found it equivalent to what you found on the last curate, so I've just doubled the amounts in the spreadsheet. Check 'map of Feldgrau' up top for the spots you can check out.

"Why dinnae ye be askin' her? Mebbe ye go' a feather tha' ken be talkin' wit' th' dead?"

Wren just shakes her head. "No the betwitchments of the necromancers are not my area of expertise. My feathery is better suited towards other factors, like seeing the patterns of nature and how they affect time and space."

Wren will claim the Pearl of Power off the curate (unless anyone objects) as she likes shiny things...and shiny magical things are even better.

Wren ponders the town more, thinking about what she's seen with her eyes and what Kawrock had reported.

"I think we should go south, towards that tavern that was mentioned, then slip into the apothecary. That might be best," Wren suggests already moving towards the door.

Yanking the lasting items from the curate's body Arval quickly follow Wren.
"No rush! If you go on like this you'll end up dead in the street."
He says as he stores the items in his pack. He pulls his sword out afterwards again, not wanting to be exposed for too long.

Kawrock shrugs as Wren walks past. "Sorry, there is a lot of fire in this group. Makes it hard to remember who threw what fireball." Once he is sure the elf is out of ear shot he adds. "Still didn't see a feather used for it."

Lena giggles. Then she says we should get moving

You know I swore I posted...

The group charges off after Wren, making its way towards the tavern in the south. The tavern is south-facing, and you come up to the back door. It remains in good condition, but the windows have been boarded up. The sound of grunting and smashing comes from within.

Map is updated.

For game purposes, Wren is pushing the action, but as a general rule please assume she is deferring to other to go first for the most part. It would be great if others would also help push things along.

Wren stands outside and listens. She looks at the rest of the party and wonders if Eldon is going to attempt another intimidation or there will be another process introduced here.

Time zone makes that I'm often too late to post pushes :/ But thanks for running off!

Arval moves a little closer to Whiskey and whispers to him.
"You open the door and I charge in."
He relays the tactic to the rest before nodding to Whiskey to open the door. He charges in holding his sword up high and slams into the first person, or thing, in sight.

Power charge: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 13 + 2 = 19
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Whiskeyjack followed Arval to the next building. As the young man relayed his plans, teh dwarf nodded. He set himself, then used his dwarven key to slam the door open. He dodged to the side to allow Arval to pas, then followed the young man in, shield held high.

perception 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

lena waits until the dust settles to see what they face

Kawrock summons up a flame, ready to throw at whatever is lurking inside the building.

AUGH I missed this game. Sorry guys! Also wasn't around yesterday. Back in business.

Arval hides by the door and kicks it open to reveal an enormous festrog standing in front of him, looking annoyed at the world. It is busily trashing the tavern's kitchen. Arval has failed to surprise it and they both roar at each other. However, Arval acts first and he charges into the Festrog, cutting it brutally with his sword.

A door swings ajar, revealing a second festrog, and a curate busily looking over the common area of the tavern.

Everyone but Whiskeyjack is up with a standard surprise round action!

Arval takes a step aside and cuts into the festrog again.

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Round 1, Init 10

Wren plucks a feather from her 'armor', and tosses the now blazing feather into the center of the festrogs and curate. If one is quick of eye, one might think it to be a tengu feather harvested after a certain tengu has slept in a spot then not picked up his molt.

Fireball: 8d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 4, 6, 3, 2, 1, 1) = 26 fire vs. DC 20 for half

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

Kawrock does have quick eyes and takes note of the black feather Wren just used for her magic. "These festerlogs seem to be out of control in this town." He says as he hurls a bit of flame at the front most creature.

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12

Sorry for sparse posting guys. I'll be back in tomorrow. In the middle of transition to Christmas vacation so it's causing some chaos.

Lena squeaks as the big creature is revealed, throwing fire at it.
[b]More undead. I hate these things[/dice]

firebolt: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 touch

damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Eldon begins babbling inanely as he starts to inspire courage. There's a FOOM as wren's fireball flies in and partially sets the house on fire, while Lena and Kawrock add to the chaos with firebolts to the festrog in the front. Arval then slams his sword into the creature, killing it outright.

The curate barks some orders and a third festrog trundles out from the back of the tavern while the one who ate some fireball moves over beside the curate, out of line of sight.

Everyone is up! However, Whiskeyjack only has a standard action as he's still in the surprise round.

Whiskeyjack moved in to support Arval, lifting his shield and preparing to cover the ones still in the doorway.

Saving shiled +2 is up!

Kawrock rushes into the burning tavern and takes cover behind the bar. "How many of these things are there?" he calls out to the rest of his companions.

Double move.

Arval moves to the closest enemy and lashes out with his sword.
"Too many... But they aren't to hard to deal with."
Arval says between swings.

Power atk: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Round 2, Init 10

Now that she's blown out the windows with a proper flaming, Wren peacock struts into the building, using her wand to shoot the curate.

4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 1, 1) + 4 = 12 force damage

lena darts in the door, moves to the side, and casts.

fireball: 8d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 4, 2, 6, 6, 6) = 32 DC22 ref for half damage, targeted next to the curate, on the table SE.

That illness took longer than I expected, but now I've finally caught up with all the games I play in!

Eldon continues to run his mouth, giving everyone the unwanted advice they so desperately need. To ensure everyone hears him better Eldon moves inside the building. He then continues past Kawrock in order to get a better view of what else might be inside the building.

"I will describe what I see. There are two large festrogs, and there is one woman. No one or nothing else, as of now. I do suggest we let the woman live this time, as we may be able to extract information from her."

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

Arval's attack on the festrog is deflected as Lena happily starts lighting the building on fire.

FOOM

The two festrogs roar and start ripping the place apart. One seems to take special umbrage with Eldon and it leaps onto the bar, almost falling on its face in an attempt to shut up the chatty halfling. Arval gets bitten and watches in horror as the Festrog swallows a small strip of his flesh, and seems to grow larger and stronger!

ARval takes 11 damage. Whiskeyjack is up!

"Arval, lad, ye cannae jes' be runnin' up like tha'! There be more o' us tha' wants t' be fightin' than jes' ye!"

Shrugging the dwarf concentrated on drawing more of Angradd's power to help his impetuous friend fight a little harder.

Blessing of war mind on Arval. At 1st level, you can touch an ally and grant it a tactical advantage for 1 minute. At the start of its turn each round, it can select one of the following bonuses: +10 feet to base land speed, +1 dodge bonus to AC, +1 insight bonus on attack rolls, or a +1 luck bonus on saving throws. Each bonus selected lasts for 1 round.

Also, Saving Shield +2 is up

The curate quickly rattles off a spell before ducking out of sight.

Arval's Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Arval feels his limbs stiffen, but he shows incredible resolve as he fights off the spell!

Everyone but Whiskeyjack is up!

Arval keeps his attacks up, not wanting the creature to take another hit at him.

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 2 = 26
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 2 = 21

Power Atk: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 = 22
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 2 = 18

Round 3, Init 10

Wren uses her wand at the foe she can see.

"Oh dearie, Arval," Wren coos.

4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 1) + 4 = 15 force damage

Kawrock steps between Eldon and the undead on the bar and attacks with his blade. "Eldon might be bite sized to you, but he is not a snack for the undead!"

Melee: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Melee: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

With a roar, the Festrog crashes to the ground while Kawrock happily pummels on the one that's trying to eat Eldon. As it takes damage, the Festrog roars, turning to attack Kawrock! Kawrock is brutally bitten and clawed once. The Festrog grows larger and stronger as it tries out tengu for hte first time. Kawrock is knocked clean to the ground by the force of the attack.

Kawrock takes 21 damage and is knocked prone! Whiskeyjack is up!

Lena steps into the room and casts at the festog

firebolt 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 touch

firebolt 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 touch

Damage 1: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 3, 4, 3) + 3 = 18

damage 2: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 3) + 3 = 19

I'm guessing those were scorching rays not firebolts?

Kawrock lets out a squawk as the force of the festerog's attack knocks him off his feet.

oops, yes. Too much xmas cheer i think :)

"You will not get me!" Eldon announces to the festrog that leaped at him.

Eldon takes a 5-foot step back toward the entrance and pulls out his rapier. He assumes a stance of total defense while pointing the blade at the large creature. "Come on, just you try!"

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

Merry whatnots and happy things to you all! I'm back in business but again, I don't expect a dedicated posting rate until next year.

Whiskeyjack trundles his way over to the festrog, who swipes out as him as he approaches. Although the festrog hits, Whiskeyjack is solid as a rock and does not hit the floor. He attacks the festrog, but his warhammer bounces off of its tough skin.

AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 Trip: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Whiskey's Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

There is a smash from the adjoining room. Lena then blasts the festrog with a firebolt, the other one missing wildly and adding to the now merry fire caused by the initial fireball.

Everyone but Whiskeyjack and Lena are up!

Better late than never, Merry Christmas!

Arval launches another attack.
"Charge!

Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 + 2 = 32
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Round 4, Init 10

Wren casts Mage Hand to scoop up the feathers scattered by the festrog's last attack on Kawrock. She begins to weave the few she grabs into her armor.

"Oohh...this is a good one, not bent and only little blood on it...." Wren coos to herself.

Kawrock lets out an angry Kaw as he watches the elf magic away a few of his feathers. "This is not the time to be thieving feathers! Also you could try asking first!" he shouts before swinging his blade at his attacker.

Melee: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 - 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Melee: 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 - 4 = 15
Melee: 1d10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 = 15

Eldon keeps his total defense while taunting the festrog. "Ha! You're scared, aren't you? That's why you're not coming after me! You maybe be ten times my physical size, but you're nowhere near as brave as I am!"

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

You were prone Kawrock, so one attack... both would have missed anyways.

"BWAARRGHH!"

The festrog roars as Arval plunges is blade into it. However, it remains focused on Kawrock, biting him as he stands and knocking him to the ground. It then follows up with several more attacks, bloodying the tengu badly.

Kawrock takes 29 damage (50 total) and is prone again. Everyone is up! It appears the curate has fled.

I did not take a move action to stand. That is why I took the -4 penalty to attack and made two attacks.

Round 5, Init 10

"...squawksquawk..."

"Oh please! You weren't even using them! And if you cared about them so much, maybe you shouldn't have let the festrog take them from you! I've never...!" Wren counters back, clutching and weaving in her new feathers.

She fires off a magic missile at the festrog from her wand.

4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 3) + 4 = 18 force damage

Whiskeyjack lifted his shield high to cover both himself and Arval, then slammed his hammer into the festrog.

attack1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
attack1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9