GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 1, Init 15

Thinking quickly, Wren takes a greasy pelican's feather from her 'armor', enchants it with arcane magic and tosses it at the feet of the giant. She hopes the small pit created will cause the giant to slip and fall. Casting Stumble Gap (DC 19 Reflex) or take 1d6 ⇒ 5 damage and go prone.

Wren then floats out of sight, so that no rocks find her 'beautiful' skin.

Can't move on map now, but will tomorrow morning.

Arval is completely lost on Whiskey's words and shrugs. He moves into the room and goes total defense, a horrified look on his face upon seeing the very large woman.

Whiskeyjack followed Arval into the room, his shield held high, and also ready to respond.

"An why would ye be waitin' fer us t' come in, instead o' callin' ou' an' lettin' us know ye be here? I's in me mind tha' yer no' too welcomin' o' our presence?"

Total defense, saving shield +2 up

The not so jolly Green Giant

lena casts more slowly than her usual pace, building the power of her spell, the two bolts of flame strike at the green colossus.

scorching ray 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

scorching ray 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

damage 1: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 2) + 1 = 11 x1.5 19 damage

damage 2: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6, 6, 5) + 1 = 24 x1.5 36 damage

touch attack, empowered

Lack of posts on my part was due to waiting for the group since we just got going again. One a day posts does not mean everyone posts on consecutive days. Botting Eldon and Kawrock.

The group moves into position as Lena fires off two scorching rays, one of which manages to solidly hit the giant.

Eldon begins babbling as he begins his raging song, while Kawrock moves with Whiskeyjack and Arval, taking up a defensive position.

The giant looks at her rock, and shrugs, tossing it over he shoulder. She then chants a spell, and the area is blanketed in an incredibly thick fog!

Everyone is up. Fog cloud spell is on the map.

Grunt. Did Wren's Stumble Gap spell get off? Might effect what she does or where she moves.

Wren squawks.

Missed it in my ire.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

"DWAH!"

The big lady giant crashes onto the ground. She glares at Wren, and then the fog cloud spell goes off.

Giantess is prone.

Kawrock lets out a stream of flame that seems to slither through the room as if it had a life of it's own, burning away some of the fog and striking the giant.

Fire snake DC 18 reflex for half: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 1, 2, 1) = 11

Kawrock can send the fire snake through 30 feet worth of squares in an attempt to clear the fog from the room. Up to GM discretion on how effective that is.

That should work, Kawrock, but why on 6d6 and 30'? Should be 8d6 and 40', maybe? Or more? I dunno.

Wren waits to see how much of the fog is burnt away before sending more fire into the area.

Oh EDIT!: Looks like we just passed the 6000 post mark. Nice work.

Arval takes a five foot step forward, to where the giant should be, and sees her in front of him. He lashes out with his sword.
"Get it while it's down!"

Power atk: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Power atk: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

fog? That's cheating. Oh well, I'll just cast something else.

Lena casts shield on herself

Missed fog penalty...

<20 = miss, first attack: 1d100 ⇒ 71

<20 = miss, second attack: 1d100 ⇒ 67

Wren is correct it should be 45 feet and 9d6. For some reason I thought Kawrock was level 6

Extra damage: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 3) = 7

So 18 damage DC 18 to half it.

Lack of posts on my part was due to waiting for the group since we just got going again. One a day posts does not mean everyone posts on consecutive days. Botting Eldon and Kawrock.

Everyone but Eldon is up! Map is updated.

Eldon has no idea how to contribute with the fog cloud obscuring his view, but he's not going to let anyone know about that.

"Good job, everyone!" he says as he moves into the doorway. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I can see it's taking effect!"

Inspire Courage +2

Whiskeyjack followed Arval, keeping his shield up to cover the man, as well as himself. Seeing the giant on the ground, he hesitated, then shrugged and brought his hammer down, aiming for a shinbone.

attack1, pa,ic: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 17
damage,pa,ic: 1d8 + 6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 + 2 = 14
intimidate, if hits: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

attack1, pa,ic: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 2 + 2 = 24
damage,pa,ic: 1d8 + 6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 + 2 = 14
intimidate, if hits: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

AC +4 vs Giants

@Kawrock - unfortunately this is a fog cloud spell, and as such fire doesn't burn it away like it would an obscuring mist spell. Giant is hard to miss so the spell still hits.

Kawrock's spell burns into the flame and he hears a loud yelp as the marsh giant is scorched. Arval then moves in with Whiskeyjack and they both score mighty blows, which manage to cow and intimidate the mighty giantess. Lena shields herself while Wren watches the fight.

Wren still has an action. Fire does not burn fog clouds unless I've read something wrong.

So true...just re-read the spell. I didn't realize that they were worded differently. Good point.

Wren delays rather than fire her valuable magics into the fog.

The giantess stumbles to her feet before chanting another spell, taking advantage of the fog. You hear her chanting another spell, and through the fog you see strange sparks fly to explode behind Whiskeyjack!

ARval's Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Whiskey's Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Kawrock's Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Whiskeyjack and Kawrock manage to fight off the effects of the spell, but Arval's mind begins to reel and the world becomes a confusing mess, made worse from the fog cloud.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 65

Arval is confused, next round he will hit himself with his weapon and deal 1d8+str damage to his poor brainhole. Everyone is up!

Eldon places a hand on the doorframe and casually leans against it while shouting into the fog. "Well done! Keep it up!"

Inspire Courage +2

" 'Ere now, none o' tha'!" Whiskeyjack called as the giantess cast her spell. The fog kept him from stopping the spell itself, but it didn't stop him from laying a hammer upside her head, which is exactly what he intended to do. Then, he changed his mind. Chanting in dwarven, he loosed his grip on his hammer and clenched his fist in a grabbing motion.

Casting Hold Person, DC17 Will save or be paralyzed for 9 rounds. New will save each round as a full round action.

Round 3, Init 15

Wren looks into the fog, then at Eldon.

"Yeah, I'm not going into that. They are probably fine, right? But I can't see a thing in all that fog."

Wren readies a Magic Missile if she can espy the target.

"Kawrock, what's going on in there?"

"She's casting spells. Not sure what it was, but Avral sounds funnier then usual." Kawrock calls back. Not liking the fog the tengu tries his best to dispel it.

Dispel Magic: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"Yeah, I'm sure they're fine," Eldon tells Wren in a carefree manner.

Whiskeyjack's spell is resisted by the big giantess while Kawrock attempts to dispel the fog. Unfortunately the fog has different ideas and just sticks around. Arval shrieks like a maniac.

Lena is up!

Arval stumbles in his confusion and rams his sword against the stone, causing the sword to rebound right back into his face.

Dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 +2 for inspire courage if that also counts here

It might work with Eldon, considering what he says can be most frustrating.

Urm...i've nothing for a fog. Arval sounds upset. Ireally have to learn dispel magic one day
Lena fidgets a second.
well, the fights in there.
She casts a spell (trial of acid and fire) and enters the fog, looking for a giant and trouble. Keeping quiet.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Lena tries to sneak through the cloud while Arval tries to beat some sense into himself. The giantess also tries to help. As Arval tries to clear his head, a gigantic club comes down, clonking on the warrior's head!

Everyone is up! I'll let Arval roll his confusion result.

Arval swings around with his sword, getting stuck on the rock again.

Dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 +2 for inspire courage if that also counts here

Round 4, Init 15

Wren moves back 40' and waits, floating in the air.

"We should give them more room and wait for that fog to clear," Wren suggests, uncertain what is happening inside. "I wish I had different magics prepared. I would sweep this nasty fog away."

"Arval? Kawrock? W'Jack? Come out, come out!"

Eldon shrugs and stops shouting 'encouraging' words into the fog. He also exits the building and sits down on the steps leading up to the front door.

"Lovely outside temperature, don't you agree?" Eldon asks Wren, his gaze skyward.

Whiskeyjack, surprised that his spell hadn't worked, went back to the tried and true method of hitting things until they stopped moving.

attack1,ic,pa: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 - 2 = 25
damage,ic,pa: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 + 4 = 18
attack2,ic,pa: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 - 2 = 9
damage,ic,pa: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 + 4 = 19

"I think that is a fine idea Wren." Kawrock shouts back in reply as he finds his way back out of the fog. "I'm not much use in those conditions and I've already tried what I could to clear the room."

Lena moves forward, seeking the giant. All the noise they were all making sould cover her approach. Desna, they were a noisy bunch.

if she reaches the giant

trial of acid and fire: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 touch

first round of effect
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3 acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Fort DC 20 for half damage

If she doesn't reach the giant, she holds the spell.

I'm back! Travel is done. @Arval, you needed to roll confusion result. Lena, you can find the giant easily, you have no line of sight, but she's noisy.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 11

Whiskey's miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 98

Arval briefly recovers his sense as Kawrock and Wren withdraw to talk strategy. Whiskeyjack scores a great hit on the giant while Lena stalks into the fog, finds a huge giant shin, and promptly blasts it with fire and acid!

Arval has an action! When I said roll your own confusion you needed to roll the d100 and decide what you did - this round you can act normally.

Arval, already close to the hulking giant, swings his sword. He half growls, angry and confused at what it did to him.

Power Atk: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Power Atk: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Oops, forgot about the miss chance

Arval scores a mighty hit on the giant, who roars and tries to squish him like tiny bug. Although her blows are fearsome and partially destroy the ground around Arval, she's foiled by her own fog cloud and both attacks miss!

Y'all are up!

Assuming I'm still confused
Confusion > nearest creature is the giant herself: 1d100 ⇒ 100

Arval swings again, having hit her once. He looks confused and terrifying in his anger. He doesn't seem aware who he is attacking at all.
"WRAAAAA!!!"

Atk: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Hit > 20: 1d100 ⇒ 59
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Atk: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Hit > 20: 1d100 ⇒ 52
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Dmg: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

second round of spell effect
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

DC 20 fort save for half

Lena sneaks away

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"Hold still ye deformed whelp o' a unholy union o' mountain and she'goat! This willnae be hurtin' ye fer long if'n ye stop yer struggles. Attack an innocent group o' travelers will ye?"

Whiskeyjack continued to smash at the giant through the fog.

attack1,ic,pa: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 - 2 = 25
damage,ic,pa: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 + 4 = 13
high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 41
attack2,ic,pa: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 - 2 = 25
damage,ic,pa: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 + 4 = 18
high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 18

Wren continues to listen to the carnage in the mist from a safe distance.

"What do you think is going on in there? Might be they should come out here so we can help?"

Wren delays, wishing she had magics to help with this.

"I don't know, but it'd indeed be better if they'd just relocate here."

Eldon unties his shoelaces and ties them again, whistling an improvised tune.

Arval lets out a deranged scream and just begins slashing at everything that moves. To the great relief of everyone, the only thing he can actually see in the cloud is the giant, whose leg he cuts off before he repeatedly stabs her until the madness clears. Along with the fog. She's dead.

End of Combat

With the fog gone, you can get a good look at the chamber.

A vast chamber occupies the space below the mansion’s cracked dome. Sweeping stone stairways, their wooden railings long since rotted away, climb to a balcony overlooking the room below. From the center of the floor rises a rough, flat stone with scorch marks on its center, large enough to be a table. More surprising are the columns that support the dome high above. Rather than the finished pillars one would expect in such a stately chamber, seven massive stones stand along the walls instead, crudely chiseled and set on end in a rough circle. It appears that the lords of Undiomede did not just place their seat at an age-old sacred site, but built their house upon the ancient stone menhirs of the druid ring itself.

The giantess is wearing a large, fishgold armband engraved with eels entwined around humanoid figures. It looks valuable - she has nothing else of interest on her unless someone is into giant rock and boulder collection.

You can either take the stairs up, or investigate the rooms on the east wing of the house.

"Hey look at that, the giant is already dead. What was Arval even doing in there?" Wren squawks curiously. "Well, let's take a look around."

Wren casts Detect Magic and inspects the giant's loot and the surrounding area.

1d20 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25 Spellcraft - armband

"Shall we continue now?" Wren waits for Arval to be healed before pushing on.

Whiskeyjack wiped away the blood and sweat that had splashed onto his face from his and Arval's combined efforts and glared at teh elf. "Already dead? Aye an' mebbe ye think she jest fell down an' cut 'er own leg off while th' lad an' I were playin' tiddlywinks? Crazy elf! Make yerself useful and find somethin'"

Whiskeyjack shook his head, beard wagging, and began inspecting the menhirs around them. He shook his head again, this time at the unimaginable gall someone had of constructing this house on a druid's ring. Whiskeyjack held no truck withteh folk of the woods, but this seemed to be going a little too far.

Then, he moved off towards the east rooms, motioning for Arval to come with him.

Eldon gets up and rejoins his allies inside.

"I knew you could do it!" he says as he joins Whiskeyjack and Arval. "I'm proud of you! You've just defeated your first foe without me."

Nothing magical. The armband is probably worth around 500 gold.

Do you want to go into the room with boarded windows, or south into the dining room and so forth?

HP -23

Arval slumps to the ground and drops his shield and sword, exhausted.
"I think the thing put a spell on me... Can't remember a thing that just happened."
He takes a long moment to collect himself before sheathing his sword and picking up his shield again.
"Could someone poke me with one of those healing sticks?"

"Aye lad. Ye did well, fightin' off tha' spell. Ain't ever'one tat can do aught bu' attack their friends or sit their gibberin'. Funny word, tha', gibber? I wonder wher i' is they speak it. Maybe the land o' th' gibbers? Be' th' elf came from there."

Whiskeyjack muttered a few more imprecations abotu the elf as he puleld out his healing wand and tapped Arval a few times.

"Looks like tha's done ye. Now, how abou' we pick a door an' knock i' down?"

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6