GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Kawrock lands on top of the tower and tries to keep an eye out for the first sign of a werewolf.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

"Can't see much through the trees, but I'll let you know the instant I see something."

Wren climbs up on a rock to make her defensive nest. She draws her wand of magic missile. Wren is set.

"You all should surround me so that they don't surround you. I can protect you better when I know where you will be," Wren coos.

Arval moves to the entrance of the tower and takes a defensive stance.
"You lot in there have bows? Would help out a lot, with the size they are they are hard to miss."
He says to the people inside the tower, not taking his eyes off of the surrounding area.

"Ain't no reason t' not be talkin' if'n they be willin'. Either way, use th' rock an' th' tower t' limit how they ken be comin' a' us. Wish I had me a way t' le' ye see in th' dark, Arval."

Arval, don't for get to reset your HP before combat. Let's not give the GM any more advantages :p

Kawrock calls down from the top. "If you want time to talk I might have something to make them think twice about rushing in at us."

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I'll let you guys keep plotting. Just FYI I'm at a conference for the week. I have internet access and spare time, just that my updates won't be at the same time every day.

Good call! :P

Arval strains to understand Whiskey but gets the gist of it.
"Couldn't we just light up the place, a lot easier I think? I have some torches in my pack, maybe one of those light spells could do the trick."
He glances back at the top of the tower where Kawrock is.
"Don't they want to talk... I think they have something else in mind."

"I can attempt to reason with them," Eldon suggests. "They will listen to me. I am, after all, the most reasonable person in existence."

Despite what he says, Eldon loads his crossbow with a silver arrow.

"Just in case they're unreasonable fools," he explains.

back. Sorry spiderbeard i should have done my action like you said, but i didn't think about it.

Lena smirks at eldon, as she draws her dagger
ok Eldon, knock your self out. But i don't think they are in a listening mood

"Just make sure you're back in the tower so you don't get caught in the flames." Kawrock calls back down from he top of the tower.

Readied action to cast wall of fire on the first sign of trouble.

Late update today, bear with!

Arval glances back up at the tower, the howling coming closer.
"You want all of us moving inside?"
He turns around to Whiskey.
"I don't want to cook inside my armor, could you move back a little? I'll try and hold the entrance."
Arval says to the dwarf.

Moved everyone back a little, if you don't agree do change it back!

Turns out I can do a 15 foot radius circle at level 7. Which is just enough to surround the tower. Marked it off for the GM to see where I wanted it.

"I ain't wantin' ye t' ge' cooked, lad. Movin' in is fine an' such, bu' le's not be gettin' ourselves stuck in an undefensible position."

Whiskeyjack grumbled at Arval as he stepped back into the tower. He didn't like being holed up in such a place with no means of escape.

Wren resists any shoves by others to shift her out of position, clucking like a chicken and waving her arms violently whenever seeks to move her from her rock.

She seems quite irritated that others might seek to dislodge her from her nest, but soon calms down and awaits the assault by the pack.

"Firebug, you be sure to push that firewall outward, not inward, don't you burn me like an eggbake," Wren says at the kooky bird's firewall idea. "Be sure to let some of them inside the wall. Before you put it up, we'll never catch any and they can wait us out if you put it up too quickly."

High up, Kawrock sees the werewolves approaching. Six of them, jet black and far smaller than the Vollensag stalkers which the group had encountered earlier; clearly from a different pack. They are in hybrid form, swords strapped to their backs as they run on all fours before rising to their human height. Slowly, they approach the tower, slavering and drawing their weapons.

"You have been slaughtering our prey, humans!" calls out one as they approach. "The worm and that dragon were ours. Jezelda howls for your blood and her cries will be answered!"

Since there was some discussion about Kawrock's fire wall plan, we'll hold off on the readied action. You guys have a standard action to play with to cast spells. Map is updated.

Wren seems annoyed at the 'wolves words, mostly annoyance at being called 'human'. She stands up on her rock and replies, screeching like a wo-elf scorned.

"That wasn't prey we slaughtered, it was BAIT!! YOU'RE THE PREY YOU DAFT CURS!" Wren shrills. "NOW COME THE BEATING YOU DESERVE!! WHEN YOU ALL ARE DONE SNIFFING YOUR ASSES COME GET IT."

Wren looks shocked at her own angry outburst (even though the offense of being called human surely allows for some of her anger), and settles back down, preening her armor.

"Oh, sorry about that. They just made me angry..." Wren says much more softly.

Wren does not act just yet.

Eldon sees his chance to negotiate go out of the window and sighs. To lift the mood a bit, he starts telling a funny anecdote. Or at least Eldon considers it to be funny.

"You know, this situation reminds me of the time I went fishing and I caught a kraken. When I hauled it in, the thing was twice the size of the boat! The vessel nearly sunk under the sheer mass of the creature, but my epic sailing skills got me and my fishing pals back to shore. Hahaha!"

Inspire Courage +2 is up!

Arval looks a bit confused at Whiskey.
"Good point."
He looks around for other options and seems desperate.
"There isn't anywhere to go now... Only thing we can do is go to them. We could move back a little but that would do us no good, although only one at a time would be able to enter the tower."

If I am able to move back one square into the tower we could trap a single werewolf inside the ring of fire with us, with the fire aiming outwards. Only one at a time would be able to enter the tower. I think it would be best if I got to stand where Lena is standing currently.

ok

Lena casts shield and moves to give arval some room.

Wren, you loopy elf, stop antagonising the wolfies unless you want to dance with them. I'm certain you would taste great to them

Arval nods, taking the place Lena was in.
"I think this should do it, are you satisfied Whiskey? I'd rather not charge them!"

"We do not wish to fight with you. Though we are on edge after the dragon attacked us.[b]" Kawrock looks down at Wren as he says the last bit. [b]"It was not our intention to hunt down and kill the creature, we were simply defending ourselves. We will be forced to do so again if you choose to attack us."

"KILL THAT ELF WOMAN FIRST!" roars the werewolf who was doing the speaking. Absolutely mad with rage, the werewolves ignore any other attempts at diplomacy and charge for the party!

"What is wrong with that daft elf?!" shouts Cilas from the back of the tower.

Kawrock is up! Lemme know what elevation you're at.

Kawrock will delay, and he is still currently perched on top of the tower.

Lena readies an action. When a werewolf enters the tower, he/she gets a face full of magic missile

magic missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 3) + 4 = 12

"She's crazier than a loon, tha's wha'! Cannae ye be takin' yer flappy bird-brained mouth fer a vacation when there be a chance t' avoid fightin', elf? No' ever'thing in th' world has t' be beaten up afore ye talk to i'"

Sighing in resignation, Whiskeyjack hoisted his shield and prepared to repel the werewolves.

Wren takes little notice of the grumping by others, continuing to preen.

"I can't believe that they called me 'human', how rude!" Wren says, still irked. "I'm no human. I have these pointed ears and beautiful skin for a reason."

The werewolves approach the tower, and quickly realize the excellent defensive position set up by the group.

"Take the walls and shoot down that bird," snarls the female. Three werewolves charge for the tower, spreading out into a circle to start climbing the exterior while three more load and aim crossbows at Kawrock!

Everyone is up!

Kawrock flame strike on two of the wolves loading their crossbows. Then lays flat against the roof of the tower to avoid getting hit by the crossbows.

Casting flame strike and going prone.

DC 17 reflex for half: 7d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 2, 6, 5, 3) = 24

Are they holding their weapons as they climb?

Round 1, Init 14

"Oh you shouldn't shoot birds!!" Wren clucks angrily. "Birds, even firebugs, are our friends!" She hops forward to inspect Kawrock's carnage, then adds her own.

Cast fireball at the 3 non-climbers.

7d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 5, 4, 5, 5) = 28 fireball, DC 19 reflex for half

"Huh?"
Arval seems confused as the werewolves are climbing the tower.
"Where's that wall of fire you promised, Kawrock?"

Whiskyjack, could remind me when we get back. I have a hankering for roasted quail. Mmm, bird meat.

"Where's that wall of fire you promised, Kawrock?"

"Oh, I see a wall of burning baddies over here," Wren replies, noting the dual pyrotechnics.

"Righ', roasted squab i' be! In th' meantime, le's be sendin' some mangy curs off wit' their tails between their legs. Since fire be th' flavor o' th' day..."

Whiskeyjack used a fraction of his power to light up Arval's sword.

Blessing of Fire on Arval's sword (+1d4 fire damage)

Kawrock - swords are in their mouths and crossbows are strapped to their sides. Also, the tower does not have a roof, it's open to the air. However you can flatten yourself on the edge of the roof.

Flame strike:
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Fireball:
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

KABLAAAM

Flame scorches from the sky while Wren flings her own bit of bat poop towards the werewolves with crossbows. The heat of the conflagration is spectacular, and two burned husks of werewolf bodies fly out of it before slumping against the trees.

Seeing werewolves climbing up the tower, Cilas orders his guards into the disgusting lair of the weaverworm to get out of the melee.

The werewolves along the tower scamper quickly up along the side before they perch on the top, grabbing their swords from their mouth. Lena's magic missile spell goes off as a werewolf climbs over the lip, slamming into her. One of the werewolves finds himself adjacent to Kawrock, and he grins, producing his sword from his mouth.

The werewolf who was scorched by the fireball roars with rage, and bolts across the battlefield before attacking Wren. He throws his crossbow to the side, drawing his sword as he runs.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

With a werewolf nicely in range, Arval attacks around the edge of the tower, missing twice.

Wren takes 11 damage! REadied actions have gone off. Three werewolves are sitting on the edge of the lip of the tower, ready to jump down. One is at the front door trying to eat Wren. Eveyrone is up!

Two werewolves are dead, three are sitting on the tower lip 20' up.

"I shall now show you all an example of perfect marksmanship!" Eldon boasts. He shoots a silver bolt at the werewolf up at the tower lip, the one not adjacent to Kawrock.

Alchemical Silver Bolt, PBS, IC: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 1 + 2 = 28 Damage, PBS, IC: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Eldon reloads his crossbow with another silver bolt, meanwhile telling everyone how he became such an epic marksman. "It all started when I was born and immediately grabbed hold of a crossbow so I could hunt wyrms. My parents knew I was someone epically special right away. I slayed my first wyrm about five minutes later, in a cave about ten miles north of where I lived. Ever since that day, I have..."

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

Round 2, Init 14

With a cloud of feathers and loud squawks, Wren withdraws from the man waving the pointy stick. She's never enjoyed being stabbed, ever.

Lena, seeing her spell worked ok, repeats and rinses.

magic missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 1) + 4 = 14

targeting the one with the plus sign

Arval takes a step towards the werewolf in the entrance and attacks it with all his strength. His first attack taking out a good chunk of meat.

Power atk roll: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 = 31
Dmg roll: 1d10 + 11 + 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + (2) + 2 = 23
Power atk roll: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 2 = 16
Dmg roll: 1d10 + 11 + 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 + (3) + 2 = 22

Kawrock does his best to cast a spell from the ground.

Cast defensively: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

The werewolves swords start to get uncomfortably warm in their hands.

"Fire wall was for talking and Wren has done enough of that." He calls down to Avral before standing up."[/b]

Casting heat metal on the swords.

Lena and Arval both attack the werewolf at the front entryway, cutting it down into pieces almost instantly. Feathers cloud everyone's vision as Wren squawks and flees. Meanwhile, Kawrock casts a spell and the blades int he werewolves' hands start to heat up.

Whiskeyjack is up!

Did my bolt do anything to one of the wolves on the lip? :o

Whoops, lost that in the edit. Yes, it successfully struck and hurt. I even added the damage.

Kawrock stood up so that will provoke.

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Are there any more baddies on the ground?

No, they're all perched on the top of the tower, looking to spring in. Maybe.

Lena ducks out of the tower, and spins casting a spell in ignan as she goes. Two flaming bolts leaves her hand.

scorching ray 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 touch

scorching ray 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 touch

damage 1: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 6) = 12

damage 2: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 5, 6) = 17

Both slamming into the climbing wolfman (triangle).

Whiskeyjack looked up and around, then cast one of his favorite spells. He could feel the god's favor filling him with power and enhancing his abilities.

"Come on ye mangy furballs! Ye though' ye'd be fightin' whelps, bu' ye're abou' t' be run off like th' smelly dogs ye resemble!"

Casting Divine Favor (+2)

Sorry for the slow weekend folks, back in business!

As Kawrock stands a werewolf snaps at him, but to no avail. The werewolves all get ready to jump down, and properly hesitate. Three of their number are already dead, and one side is not coming out of that tower alive. After a long moment, one turns to the other.

"Is this the day we die?"

One snaps back.

"This is the day everyone dies!"

The werewolves slip over the side before leaping down into the chaos of the tower, attacking wildly! Kawrock pecks at one as it leaps down, but misses.

Two land to surround Wren. She squawks and ducks one attack, but is slashed by another. Eldon is then hit by one more attack.

Lena turns and blasts one of the werewolves with fire, almost killing it outright!

Wren takes 8 damage. Eldon takes 7 damage. Everyone except for Lena is up!

Round 3, Init 14

Finding herself surrounded, Wren again throws up a puff of feathers as she flutters away while clucking angrily the entire time.

"Oh you shouldn't scratch birds!!" Wren shrills angrily.

Withdraw.