GM SpiderBeard's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master Barvo Delancy

Raging song active. I'm going to assume this excludes Thaddeus until otherwise stated.

The thug fighting Mutt swings out at him at then steps to the side, clubbing the bloodrager solidly!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

The two scorpions in the room start to wander around. The half-orc shrieks as the arachnid crawls onto him and viciously stings his leg!

Move: 1d8 ⇒ 1
Move: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Scorpion attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Crit??: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Scorpcrit!: 2d4 - 4 ⇒ (1, 3) - 4 = 0
Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Mutt takes 5 damage. Variel is up!

As Fiona's song begins, Variels feels the battle-lust rise. He forces it down, carefully moving back past Mutt and Fiona to tend to his wounds.

Decline Inspired Rage for this round. Withdraw action to avoid AoO, moving back to the hallway.

If anyone else has an action free to heal me this round, I can get back in, otherwise I'll be healing myself next round.

It clues in to Thaddeus that charging into a combat while brandishing a weapon was not the smartest of plans. At least, not without establishing whose side he's on.

"Oh! Uh... Bofur sent me t'help!"

Bofur looks up at Thaddeus. He has never seen this man before. Or his goat.

The bow-wielding elf is heard cursing around the hallway, but does not emerge.

Mutt is up!

Bofur scowls at the effrontery of lying outright in his presence.

He clearly shakes his head to indicate that the newcomer's story is sheer fabrication.

Oopsy-Doodle. That's what I get for checking previous posts in a rush. Ah, well. I can work with my flub.

Thaddeus is momentarily confused at the dirty and confused looks he's getting, until he realizes what he said.

"Wait, wait! Not Bofur. Ah was sent t'find Bofur. Sent by Larur... I'M NOT HERE TO KILL YOU!" He says the last bit with uncommon dictation, perhaps fueled a bit by fear.

Mutt scowls at the newcomer. "If you're not here to kill us, then help us kill THEM!" The scowl disappears when he hears that wordless song. He turns behind him to see Fiona. He looks at her, enraptured like a listener to a siren. He then looks at his enemies, a look of rage forming. He feels the rage flowing through him. His pupils contract and become bloodshot. His blood flows faster, the sound of his heartbeat becoming noticeable in his ears. His muscles strain and bulge. He moves a bit down the hall and swings his greataxe down on the thug.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Accepting the raging song. Using bloodraging stats: AC 12, touch 8, flat-footed 12; current hp 7/15; Fort +6, Will +4

At the mention of Larur, Bofur relaxes with a mini-eye roll. "Guess we look as alike to them as they do to us." thinks he, unconvinced, combing his fingers thoughtfully through his luxurious beard.

As Mutt comes into play the archer quickly fires off an arrow, but it slams into the wall. Mutt turns northwards and swings out his enormous axe. It catches a thug in the chest, slamming him against the wall.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

The huge half-orc in the south room roars, squashing one of the scorpions. It makes its way into the hallway. Another thug makes his way out and swings at Mutt!

Attack vs Mutt: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Attack vs Scorpion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Thaddeus, Fiona, and Bofur are up!

Round 4: Actions
Standard Action: Bash the thug in front of me!

Fiona's eyes light up with a mixture of battle-rage and glee as one thug steps out to hit Mutt in the back. Her song intensifies.

"Here I am!
Dirty and faceless!
Waiting to heed your instruction!"

She raises her earthbreaker as Mutt smashes one thug against a wall.

"On my own,
Invisible warrior..."

She swings as hard as she can!

Attack (Raging Song, Flanking): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damage (Raging, 2-Handed): 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 6) + 5 = 17

"...I am a wind of DESTRUCTION!"

KA-THUNK!

Singing her great song of empowerment and strength in battle, Fiona feels energy coursing through her body. With an incredible swing, she cleaves straight through the torso of the thug in front of her, embedding her axe into the wall! Planting her foot against the wall, she frees the axe easily.

Bofur and Thaddeus are up!

I have an earthbreaker. It's not a greataxe--it's a big, honkin' hammer. XD

Thaddeus raises an eyebrow at Fiona's weapon of choice. He's heard Shoanti are tougher than normal folk, but he still wasn't expecting a woman to be swinging around such a large weapon.

And then he hears her song, and its effect. He feels an anger build within him, an anger he cannot recall experiencing before. He forces it down, needing to keep a cool head. Part of him suspects strange forces at work, but the fact he seems to be easily able to suppress the anger means he can focus on more immediate issues at the moment.

It's quite crowded and chaotic in the hall. Thaddeus has trouble picking out any targets, or even finding a place to move. He settles for moving up and providing some assistance.

"Don't worry. 'Dis isn't a bad spell. It'll help," he attempts to shout over the din of combat, as he works a minor spell to aid Fiona, somewhat nervous as he approaches and tries to touch her on the shoulder.

It looks like from my position I can't clearly target any enemies due to walls and angles. Correct me if I'm wrong for future reference. For now, though, I take a 5-foot step behind Fiona, move action to put away my sickle, and standard action to cast Guidance and touch Fiona, granting her a +1 on one attack roll, save, or skill check. It'll last a minute. Old Horn stays close.

You're correct. The hall makes for cramped fighting quarters.

Fiona's mighty earthbreaker hammers into the thug in front of her. The force of the swing sends his crumpled body flying southwards, into the room he came from.

Thaddeus moves up and quickly chants a spell, giving Fiona a minor magical enchantment.

Bofur is up!

Mutt leans back from the swing of the club, avoiding the blow. However, Fiona swings her weapon and hits the guy behind him. Mutt stands there, watching in awe at Fiona. He then breaks out into a shark-like grin and a laugh. "So! You not only have an enrapturing voice that entices my rage, but you are a formidable combatant as well! Very interesting!" He looks at the thugs. "Now this... is a battle! Overwhelming odds! Surrounded by your enemies! With only your weapons for aid! This... is a worthy challenge! Come on, you weaklings! Try to bring me down!"

He then sees the newcomer casting... something on Fiona. "Hey! What are you doing, newcomer?!"

Current bloodraging stats: AC 12, touch 8, flat-footed 12; current hp 9/15; Fort +6, Will +4

Fiona gives the new guy a quizzical look as he lays a hand on her shoulder. She's about to protest, but when she feels her earthbreaker settle more securely into her hands she nods. "Ah--thank you, sir."

"So! You not only have an enrapturing voice that entices my rage, but you are a formidable combatant as well! Very interesting!"

Fiona takes advantage of the break in her song to smirk. "Hey--I DID say what I was."

"Hey! What are you doing, newcomer?!"

"Helping me." Fiona shoots back before lapsing back into her song's rhythm.

Mutt wrote:

"So! You not only have an enrapturing voice that entices my rage, but you are a formidable combatant as well! Very interesting!"

Fiona takes advantage of the break in her song to smirk. "Hey--I DID say what I was."

Mutt merely smiles and says, "That you did!"

Mutt wrote:

"Hey! What are you doing, newcomer?!"

"Helping me." Fiona shoots back before lapsing back into her song's rhythm.

Mutt frowns and says, "Oh. Right. Magic. Got it."

With their foes falling left and right, but all out of reach, Bofur opts to try to cleave through the resistant door, the battleaxe in both hands, Fiona's raging song eliminating what was left of his patience.

damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

Sorry GM was in negotiations all day and it'd be weird for me to start updating the game there.

Bofur starts wailing at the door, making little progress.

One of the thugs rushes out of the door, and to his dismay sees the broken body of his forebear. Nonetheless, seeing he's penned in, he swings out at Fiona, missing by a mile!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Variel is up!

Decline inspired rage.

Variel watches the newcomer with the goat carefully while calling on Calistria to heal his wounds. "Savored Sting, help me to continue this fight in your name."

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

His wounds stop bleeding and close up, leaving nothing but a fresh scar on his chest. He watches both directions, ready to move in whatever direction he is needed.

I forgot to take Variel's fast healing last round, so he starts this round at 2hp. With 5 from the CLW and another round of fast healing, Variel is back to full hp.

Variel's capricious goddess decides he's all right by her, and he finds his wounds healed after a quick prayer.

Seeing Mutt absolutely losing his mind and smashing everything in sight, the archer somewhat nervously tries to put an arrow in him. The arrow flies past Mutt, and he barely notices the minor injury as a line of red opens up on his arm.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Mutt takes 1 damage and Mutt is up!

Mutt hardly feels the arrow scrape him as he continues to fight, indulging in the rage. During this, he vaguely remembers what Variel said: ""Well then, so much for a diplomatic resolution. Mutt, it appears we are doing this your way. I'd prefer they not die, but do what you must." Frowning, Mutt decides to try and hit the thug nonlethally.

Attack on orange: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 4 = 3
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Mutt shouts in frustration as his swing misses.

Current bloodraging stats: AC 12, touch 8, flat-footed 12; current hp 8/15; Fort +6, Will +4

Mutt swings out wildly, and only manages to damage the wall!

Sorry folks, had initiative for a dead guy. Thaddeus, Fiona, and Bofur are up!

Round 6: Actions
Standard Action: Smack the thug in front of me

With her song back in full swing, Fiona eyes the thug that just tried to bash her over the head. Her eyes light up.

"We fight for jus-tice
In a for-got-ten place!
Ful-fill our duty,
Then van-ish with-out a trace!"

She swings her earthbreaker...

Attack (Raging Song, Guidance, Flanking): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 16
Damage? (Raging, 2-Handed): 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 2) + 5 = 12

Fiona's earthbreaker catches the thug in the side of the head, and he collapses to the ground, bleeding out.

Bofur and Thaddeus are up!

Emboldened by Fiona's song, the lack of enemies getting out of the corridor and the fact that none of the cries of pity and desperation are coming from his comrades, Bofur takes another swing at the door in front of him.

"Someone dinnae want us to know what he's up to."

dmg: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

It appears that the Shoanti have the hallway well under control, Mutt and Fiona easily making a mess of all who get close. Deciding there isn't much else he can do there, and that the cramped quarters make it difficult to move to a more advantageous position, Thaddeus moves down, getting a good vantage point to scan the area around the stairs for any other threats, readying and loading his sling while doing so.

Move action to move two squares down and one square to the right, drawing my sling. Next move action to load it, while visually sweeping the area outside from the smashed doors, down the hall Bofur is just north of, down the stairs, and otherwise.

Could someone move my character on the map, please? Can't do it from my tablet. As usual, Old Horn stays beside me.

Thaddeus' Perception Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Old Horn's Perception Check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Thaddeus posts a lookout at the top of the stairs. Despite the ruckus the others are causing, nobody has even wandered over to have a look upstairs.

Bofur mightily swings at the door but only manages to scratch it. Solid wood! He'd be impressed if it wasn't so irritating.

Thug Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Mutt takes a glancing blow with a club as he continues to get slowly picked apart!

Mutt takes 2 damage. Variel is up!

His wounds healed, Variel moves back in to help Mutt. This time, he lets Fiona's song inspire him as he attacks.

Accept Inspired rage. Swift action to change Judgment to "Justice" for bonus to attack. Move to stand over the fallen thug, attack the one around the corner. He probably has cover from the hard corner, so I'll let you take that into account on his AC.

Attack (inspired rage, judgment of Justice): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 damage (two-handing sword): 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Variel leans against the side of the door, swinging out awkwardly and the thug manages to jump back. The elf with the bow looks at the carnage, Mutt, and Variel.

"Forget this! This is a death sentence! To hell with the Pauper!"

He turns and bolts, heading into the west door.

The thug looks at Mutt and Variel and shakes his head slowly.

"I... they're all dead. All of them."

He drops his club.

End of Combat

Seeing that the remaining thugs have had the good sense to surrender, Fiona stops singing. The battle rage in her eyes fades as she leans on her earthbreaker.

"Finally. Now, I'm only going to ask you this one more time--where is the Pauper?"

Mutt feels the rage leave him. He then winces as he feels the pain. He feels the blood pouring from him. From his shoulder. From his head. Down his face. He even feels the blood of his enemies on him.

However, he doesn't let it bother him. He shoulders his axe. Looking to Variel, he says, "I tried to not kill that last one."

He then moves back down the hall to meet up with Bofur. "Bofur! We're done! Just what have you been doing?!" Mutt then leans down to pet Fetch and try to establish more of a friendship.

If I can take 10 on ability checks, then I'll do that: either 12 total on diplomacy or Charisma check.

You hear a YAAAAHOOOOhooohoooeeee... THUD as the fleeing archer presumably jumps off of the rear balcony. The thug who surrendered falls to his knees, babbling in his thick Riddleport accent.

"I ain't seen him much, he's usually disguised so we dunno where he is! But he's 'bout fifty, short brown beard, long hair, nice teeth.
"

Thaddeus decides to stay out of the interrogation, instead continuing to keep an eye out for any other goons coming up the stairs.

At Mutt's question, Bofur looks a little awkwardly at the scratched but far-from-open door. "I--my axe was in need o' dullin'"
He glances surreptitiously at the newcomer with the goat to see if he might resemble the thug's description beneath some sort of mask or makeup. The crappy light complicates his examination and he can understand how easily the Pauper could use disguise within the walls of the church. Then Bofur gives the 'goat' a once-over, just to be sure the Pauper isn't more resourceful than he could imagine!

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Bofur looks over Thaddeus and the goat. Although the goat has a suspicious beard, it's too small and has hooves. Unlikely. Thaddeus could be a fantastic disguise, but doesn't look it.

Mutt tilts his head in confusion, blood pouring down and onto the floor. "I don't understand. Is that something dwarves do? Do they all chop down doors?" Mutt hears the thug scream as he jumps, but doesn't bat an eye at it.

As Bofur and Mutt talk, Mutt looks over the newcomer and his goat with a wary eye.

Take 10 on Perception: 10 + 5 = 15

When Bofur and Mutt are done with their conversation, Mutt goes back over to the interrogation, once more petting Fetch.

Diplomacy(?): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Charisma check(?): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Fiona listens to the thug's terrified explanation. Hmm... fifty years old, brown beard, good teeth, long hair.

She gives Variel a look. "Well? Should we let him go?"

"That depends ... "

He looks at the man, his features serious but not overtly threatening. "Is he telling the truth, and does he plan to leave this gang and stop victimizing the poor?"

Sense Motive: Is he telling the truth?: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Fiona eyes the man with a glare. "Well? Are you speaking the truth, sir? I assure you, lying will get you nowhere."

Thaddeus notices the dwarf and the large Shoanti man giving him a suspicious one-over. He looks uncomfortably to the sides, not wanting to make any movement that looks suspicious, and hoping that dwarves and Shoanti don't have odd criteria on what looks suspicious.

"Uhh.... Hi," he says to Bofur awkwardly, after the other man heads back to the interrogation. "Name's Thaddeus."

With no reason to suspect the man (outside of his own suspicious nature in this filth-ridden excuse for a human city), Bofur relaxes a smidgeon in front of Thaddeus.

"Hmm. Bofur, as ye've guessed. Good of Larur to send ye after us. Coulda gotten ye killed, but all's well that ends well, someone said."

"Ehh, Mutt. Before ye go, I believe that lily-livered Pauper hisself is hidin' behind this locked door. Could you help me open it? 'tis a bit sturdier than normal for a human door. In my experience, at least."

Before he turns his attention back to the door, he glances at Thaddeus again. "Eh... nice goat. You two an item or somethin'?"

Thaddeus' face contorts slightly in disgust at Bofur's question.

"Eech, no. Why, jealous?"

This prompts Old Horn to look up at Thaddeus in annoyance before butting him in the hip.

"Ooooww, don' be so sensitive, Old Horn."

Fiona gets the strong impression he will say anything to get away from the group. However, he seems to be telling the truth about what the Pauper looks like.

The thug nods over to Variel enthusiastically. "Oh yeah! I'll stop whatyesaid-ing the poor right away!"

He's lying about that one.

Variel rolls his eyes. "Get out. I do not wish to lay eyes on you again in the future."

While Mutt and Bofur examine the locked door, Variel motions for Fiona to help him check the rooms the thugs came out of.

"Wait." Fiona rests a hand on Variel's shoulder. "He's lying."

"Undoubtedly. That just means I'll have to kill him very slowly and painfully when I catch him again."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"AUGH! Okay! I'll get out of the alley and never return, I promise! Pauper had the wrong idea ever - never ever rob poor people."

He appears to be telling the truth now.

Fiona smirks. "Good. Glad we understand each other, tshamek. Go."

She moves with Variel to investigate the other rooms.

@Bofur

Mutt stares at the door before drawing his greataxe again. He then begins to chop the door!

Damage: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

@Thaddeus

Mutt frowns at the countryman and goat. "I am Mutt. So, Larur sent you to us? What can you do? And why do you have a goat with you? Is that a thing people do where you're from? Have goats follow them everywhere?"

Normal

After that business, Mutt frowns at the prisoner as he shouts his pleas. Mutt does look scary, what with blood dripping everywhere. But he puts no effort into scaring the thug, letting Variel and Fiona do that. He doesn't thrive in social situations. When the thug flees, Mutt simply snorts and joins in on the investigations with the two, swaying every once in a while. But he doesn't let that get to him.