Heathy's Isle of Dread Thread
Game Master Heathansson

Group base initiative 13.

"Don't touch the gas, guys. Seriously. Don't do it." Altai nods at Gittik. "No charging off into the fog - it'll kill you stone dead. We just hang out here and wait for them to either die or come to us."

Ah, the boot camp gas room... Fortunately, I'm almost immune to CS, so the sergeant made me do jumping jacks once we found out that just taking off my mask didn't do all that much. It got pretty nasty after a few minutes of those.

I never knew how much damn snot could come out of my head.

I guess I'll wait to see if anybody else wants to do anything;.....

Sorry, been busy this weekend! LOVEing the riffs song-meister!

Elgan smiles grimly as Altai's gas cloud appears.

"Not turribly sportin', but verrah effective when dealin' wit' pests!" He observes of the wizard's magical assault.

Hm, dang post-monster!

Elgan nods as the gas cloud spreads throughout the room.

"Not turrbly sportin' chere'. But verrah effective whe dealin' wit' pests!"

heh heh.....
let me know if there's anything you want to do on your turn;
no hurry as the 'British are still sleeping.

I'm preparing an action to cast Acid dart on the first idiot to poke his head around the corner. Our friends take another round of gas (surprise round plus round 1). Then it's us (preparing actions, I guess) and then them. I assume Gittik's up front, followed by Oso and me.

right on.....I'll go ahead on and damage them some more.

"Not turrbly sportin' chere'. But verrah effective whe dealin' wit' pests!"

"True. But can you really blame me? Also, I've wanted to try this spell for the longest time."

I was also nervous about potential swarms of those nasty insects, but this cleans those right out. This is, after all, my most powerful spell, so I thought I'd put it to good use.

Three more of the face-raping arachnids crawl out of the fog to die at Gittik's sandaled feet.

"Haha!" Giggling with excitement, Altai's so happy about his new super-spell that he can hardly stand still

Beldan, having developed a special fear and loathing of the spiders, makes sure he’s certain they’ve stopped moving then proceeds to start squashing them with his boots.

"Haha!" Giggling with excitement, Altai's so happy about his new super-spell that he can hardly stand still

and so the "BMX BANDITIFICATION" of the fighter(s) begins.... he said, sarcastically......

Not complaining; this isn't a done deal yet.

It probably won't kill Grobnar or any of his cronies; it's just meant to get them out of their positions and damage them a bit in the process. Waiting it out's not really an option for them, as it lasts a minute per level; unless they have truly epic Con scores, they run out of Con well before the spell ends.

Three more of the face-raping arachnids crawl out of the fog to die at Gittik's sandaled feet.

"Hey, someone put sandal on feet while me sleep!"

I never knew how much damn snot could come out of my head.

Oh Christ that was a sucky day! We had a jerk who refused to take the mask off too so we were stuck inside until we finally pulled the fncker off him.

Pip, figuring that the casters got this one, keeps his metal song going:

"Groobnar and Ulga,
Sittin' in a room,
Never knowing it's their doom!
Regulators have come to call,
Don't think they'll survive at all!"

Blistering power arpeggio ensues

Perform(string):1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36

+2 for everyone ATK/DAM/Charm/Fear

Oso was all set to step forwards then he stops at Altai's words. Foot a bit off the ground. He then checks to make sure no one has changed his boots for spider encrusted sandals too.

And finishes with casting a spell on Gittik just in case there's a fight...

Protection vs Evil

Elgan just stands ready. He seems to be totally relaxed, and he is. But he stands perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet, ready to move in an instant. The cajunelf frowns at the appearance of the nasty arachnids.

"Nasty lil' buggers. MEbbe not too bad if'n dese in dere nat'ral habitat, wit' enough predaters tah keep 'em undah control. Ah s'pose,..." The druid states uncertainly, obviously having some small difficulty reconciling his desire to protect natural creatures with his newfound revulsion for the face-r@pers.

He follows Oso's lead and casts a preparatory spell of his own. Barkskin, this round.

Everybody preps up spells.
There's much wailing and gnashing of teeth in the fog, and coughing and cursing.
They all seem to be headed to the eastern portion of the room away from the party.
There is much pushing and shoving and smashing into eachother to be heard.
The cloud stays put where it is.

perception d.c. 10

Round 2....group's turn.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"Aw, sounds like they're getting away ... Altai, can you cancel the poison death cloud?"

"Unfortunately it won't roll up the stairs. But it'll stay around for a while. I'll dispel it if it becomes necessary." Altai makes a pushing motion, and the cloud shifts somewhat eastwards.

The cloud moves 10' east. At least they got three rounds of yucky death cloud.

He raises his voice a bit. "So, Ulga, while we wait..."

We didn't hear her take off, did we?

“I don’t know, she doesn’t sound that hot … oh, wait, you weren’t asking what I thought of her?”

Beldan loads his crossbow. “I know I’m going to regret this, but want me to go around the corner and have a look-see?” he asks quietly. “The death cloud’s a bit of a way back, right?”

"Just don't stumble into it, and you'll be OK. Anyway, it won't kill you right away - it usualy takes at least 20 seconds."

“That’s comforting.”

Crossbow ready, Beldan tiptoes towards the corner and peers around. Stealth: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (15) + 26 = 41, Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Beldan can't see into the room. It's completely jammed up with the cloudkill spell. He doesn't have to go into the teargas room to figure this out.....

sorry; wasn't expecting any answer for a few......cool though...

As Altai inquires of Ulga, he does make out her voice amongst the coughing and hacking and the "get the eff out of my way" and the grunting croaking cacophony of exuent.ing beings in the mist.

"Hehe... HEHEHEHEHE... Oh, Boccob, this is just too good... BWAHAHAHAHA!!" Altai launches yet another spell in the general direction of the cursing and shuffling.

That's Confusion. The combo of mental affliction and poison gas is just too good to pass up. The new spell has a 15' radius, so it'll get most everyone in the eastern end of the room. Will 21 or behave "oddly" for 9 rounds.

Right on....I have to figure out, yet again, the logistics of that little duppy.

You hear, in scratchy, hissy voices,
voice 1: "geewanachabeee! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! wa ma cha jippy!"

voice 2: "miblooobloibybloibynoogablooooooglagla...."
voice 3: "goikgoikgoikgoik........goikgoikwagawagawagawaga....>"

Interspersed, of course, with coughing, and screams of anguish.

Too good, I'm tellin' y'all. It was too good to pass up. A bunch of headcases stumbling around in the poison gas, attacking each other and singing silly songs - it's golden.

Peter Jackson made a movie of it....sorta.

I'd forgotten about that scene. It has been too long since I spent some quality time with Meet the Feebles.

Just a thought - as we can't enter the fog of death, perhaps we should fast forward a little? I'll drop the Cloudkill a couple of rounds after the room becomes completely quiet (just in case they try to pull a trick on us).

Yeah; I reckon I can do a few rounds of 'frogs/n/giantesses flogging themselves and babbling.....

Of course, if any of them stumble into our tunnel, it's chopping time.

after two more rounds, you guys don't hear anything more in the mist.
The last thing you heard was a loud "splap!" not dissimilar from the sound a bovine might make due to falling a great distance and having the fall interrupted by the ground.

Two more rounds, then I dispel the cloud. I tell everyone in advance, so they all have actions once the fog lifts.

The fog lifts.

Again, the room is littered with a good baker's dozen of dead kenkus, as well as their destroyed furniture. All the flies and spiders are dead.
The room is (roughly) forty feet by forty feet, give or take the odd alcove and recess. The room looks mostly worked, not natural cavern at all, though it was roughly hewn by the inartful....dwarves did not make this stonework. There's a wall hugging stairway, climbing upward in the eastern side of the room, about five feet wide; it buttresses along the wall in an alcoved section of the room for about 20 feet up rising upward into the cavern's ceiling and then out of view.
At the foot of the stairwell is the corpse of an eight-foot-tall dusky reddish froglike humanoid who apparently ripped half his face and neck out with his own claws.
Next to him is his crumpled compatriot, same breed of creature, who, from the looks (and previous sound) of things fell a great distance after being cloven nearly in twain with some form of slashing implement.
Crushed mangled bone evident in the wound testify to a heavy heavy blade.....

I gotta dip for about an hour or so.

"Huh." Altai looks over the cloven-headed frogman. "I'd guess this is Grobnar's handiwork; he was talking an awful lot about his axe. Elgan, have you seen anything like these creatures before?"

What are these guys? Knowledge check roll 13 - that gives me a 36 if it is Arcana or Planes, or 27 if it is Nature.

Planes will do it. They are slaadi.
with that roll, you can pretty much peruse the olde Monster Manual I reckon.
Red slaadi, from the very outer realms of chaos....

Heh heh... I don't have my MM here, and as slaad are Wotsy intellectual property, they aren't in the SRD. I guess the main thing I want to know is their DR. Are these the ones that implant people with eggs?

DR nada; fast healing 5; immune to sonic; resist everything else 5;
and yes....they multiply by implanting seeds with their claws.

Just to clarify:
slaadi do not have DR.

OK. You haven't converted from slaads to proteans yet for your weird chaos-monster needs?

"Odd. What the hell is a fire giant doing in this crowfolk hellhole with a bunch of slaad mercenaries? And you said she was pulling a fast one when she told us about the Horns?" Altai scratches his beard, lost in thought. "I though Grobnar was a bullywug or something similar, but perhaps he too is a creature made of chaos-stuff. Very strange. At least we got two of them with the gas cloud."

Any noises coming down from the stairs? Any bloody drag-marks or footprints anywhere?

There's blood, spattered all over, presumably from where the wounded falling victim battered against the walls and the stairs as he plummeted to the floor.
You hear some babbling; then some clashing of steel on steel. It seems more like the intermittent energy of tapping blades than a full out standup slugfest.

"The spell of madness ends soon. Should we run after them?"

Confusion on turn 5 or 6 of 9...

Good time for a cliffhanger.....til the morrow, chaps. HUZZAH!

"Now or later. Besides it seems like they is inviting us to run them down, don't it?"

And you said she was pulling a fast one when she told us about the Horns?"

Beldan shrugs. "Sounded so to me."

At least we got two of them with the gas cloud."

"And the spiders ... don't forget the spiders."

"Meh, dead frog."