Motteditor's Module Madness PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Philgor stumbles a few feet trying to evade the crows. Once he feels that they are no longer targeting him he tries to clear his vision.

Heal Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Lyra continues to search for tracks as Shackleton whacks a few more birds from the sky, though they continue to flap and caw around him.

Philgor clears his vision in time to see Argus' bomb again explode far from the nearest birds, who continue to savage Shackleton. 4 hp, plus DC 11 Reflex and Fortitude saves please.

1d6 ⇒ 4

"Stay low Shackleton."

Philgor carefully swings over the gnomes head trying to break up the swarm.

Swing: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Smash: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Philgor's sword skewers a few more of the crows and the remaining ones -- barely enough to do you any serious harm -- take flight.

As she continues to search, Lyra finds what she thinks are boar tracks leading south.

Combat over.

Lyra signals her allies. "This way," She concentrates on the eagle, commanding it to attack the boar.

Shackleton pauses to knock on the farmhouse door. "Terribly sorry. Shan't be a moment." he says, apologetically, before following the others with a brisk jog.

There are only boar tracks, no boar.

Lyra follows the tracks for a while* but not finding the boar gives up. "The evidence suggests she is after us and not the steaders, let's get them into town and quite worrying about these poor animals."

EDIT: "Our gracious host seems to have a green thumb, perhaps you know something of animals as well? Do any of you have skill in hunting boar?" the half-elf asks the other steaders.

*staying within ear shot. I am not sure we can do anything to stop these attacks. Either we do not have the right skills (survival to follow the tracks?) or none of us has asked the right question.

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 8

As the cawing of crows dies down Lisbet tries to clear her vision. She curses vehemently as she fumbles about trying to fix whatever the problem is, and her haunts seem to revel in her misery. Pulling hair and twisting straps. All this only makes the Ulfen more angry. "I don't care who's sister this b!%!@ is, when I catch her, she'll be a gutted fish!"

You can use Survival to follow the tracks.

Vegazi gives her usual uncomfortable shrug as she puts herself in the limelight.

"I find, kill boar," she says. "Good to eat. If makes sister upset, even better."

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"This isn't my first boarhunt." Shackleton says, sliding up his spectacles, leaning forward, and nose inches from the ground, taking a few long strides through the grass. "Vegazi, let's follow this trail and truss us up some roast dinner!"

Lyra grins at the chance to finally catch up to the sister. But her brow collapses into a perplexed mess, before realizing Shackelton is only joking about canabelism. "He must be joking" she thinks and the grin returns.

Between Shackleton and Vegazi, you're able to follow the trail to a remote campsite to the west of Grev's home, where you leave the old man and family you were escorting.

A green-skinned woman and familiar boar stand ready, watching for your arrival.

Party is up.

Argus will ready an action to hit the woman with a bomb if she or the boar move too quickly or do anything overtly hostile.

"You there! Hold it!"

Touch attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Or, he could blow up something random when they move to quickly...

scatter direction: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Splash is 6 fire damage. Within 10 feet, because Argus totally would have used Explosive Bomb.

Hopefully they'll hold still nad play nice...

Since Argus technically was to act in Round 1/2, I'll resolve his action and then do the antagonists' and then the entire party will be up.

"Finally, you've come to me, Vegazi" the woman says moments before stepping back and starting to chant a spell. "Mother will be so happy to see you!"

Her porcine companion takes up a guardian stance, not flinching at all as Argus' bomb flies wildly.

Entire party, including Argas again, is up; and don't forget that Perception spoiler in my previous post.

Vegazi Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"I don't think this is going to be a friendly reunion. I got the boar. The rest of you take down the sister."

Philgor moves to the front of the party and takes up a stance to intercept the boar if it charges.

Brace

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
*sputters* The dice, they mock me.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

"No, no more summoner's chants from you." he says, reaching for a more reliable option than his powerful bombs - a jar of alchemist's fire. No mixing, no judging the wind on a an ounce of reagent. Just a heavy pint flask of pitch and white phosphor. And clinging, painful flames that make it hard to remember the magic words.

Touch attack, point blank: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10
Mock me, I say!

Scatter direction: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Argus, you're fairly far away -- I'd have to look up the rules, but I don't think you can even reach her with a thrown object (bombs have longer range, but even then it was probably stretching things).

Alchemist's fire has a range increment of 10 feet, so a maximum range of 50 feet. Looks like Argus would have to step forward to be in that range, but he can do it. The range penalties are moot because he rolled a 3 and wasn't going to hit anyway.

Bombs have a range increment of 20 ffet, so Argus could theoretically throw it 100 feet - or 120 if he misses and the scatter die says 'go long'.

Not enough ranks to make the Perc even on a natural 20.

"Finally come to you? She's been urging us not to slay the poor creatures you've been sending to die from the beginning. Please let me help you stop calling anymore." Lyra follows Argues' lead and launches an arrow into the chanting sister.

Twang: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26, 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Shackleton snaps his fingers, hurling a whizzing bolt of flame at the orc before moving into the underbrush.

Produce Flame (touch): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Produce Flame (touch) Confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 1) + 8 = 10

Argus throws wildly, but the flask hits a rock and explodes on that, leaving the opponents unharmed.

"Enough! Your time has come!" Lisbet shouts as she pulls her sword. Her exclamation seems to fill you with zeal as she prepares to press the attack. everyone gains +1 to hit, skills, and saves for 3 round(s).

Shackleton and Lyra fire toward the chanting sister, both hitting her and causing her to lose her concentration and the spell. Vegazi fires as well, the shaft going wide.

She retreats, the boar following her, into cover, but you can hear her begin to chant again.

Party is up; hopefully I should be back to posting at a decent rate. Sorry for the horrible delay.

Philgor charges after the two.

"Stand and fight woman! There is no escape."

dire rats: 1d3 ⇒ 1
bite: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Lyra pulls an empty bow back and releases another arcane arrow. Its spatters into multiple balls of energy, but only one of those gains real form. The dire rat bites at the woman from behind.

Argus holds out a vial. "Shackleton, go get her."

Trying to pass off an infusion of elemental touch. It should go well with Shackleton's sneak attack if we can close the gap.

Lisbet follows up her warcry by rushing towards the boar and the sister, Finally, some payback!

Double move towards the upcoming melee!

Shackleton nods as he takes the vial from Argus.

"Right good of you, old man. Tally-ho, Philgor. Let's get them!" he exclaims, rushing after the big man and the battle oracle. Vegazi follows right behind them.

As the quartet enter, however, they're surprised by the sudden appearance of two small winged creatures with scorpion-like tails: More imps! One stings Philgor, and the other just manages to sting Lisbet. 3 hp for both, plus need a DC 13 poison save or take 2 Dex damage. Moments later, the boar finally rumbles forward and plows its tucks into the big fighter, just catching him beneath his armor. 12 hp

Behind them, Lyra's rat bites at Vegazi's sister to no avail and she finishes her spell, an insectoid creature with two pairs of bat wings, a tangle of thin legs, and a needle-sharp proboscis appears behind the half-elf and tries to latch onto her Lyra can use her bow as an improvised weapon to make an AoO.

The sister immediately begins to cast again.

"Damned conjurers the half-elf has heard the phrase often enough, but it feels kind of odd to be thinking it herself.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 = 16
rat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

is it attached? If yes: Escape artist +4. If not: move away and shoot at the half-orc +4 (+8-4)
standard action: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Philgor attempts to dodge the flying creatures but feels the sting in his shoulder where the stinger makes contact.
Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

As the boar approaches it slips past his defence and gets a nasty bite.
He backs up and attempts to crush the boars skull.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Fort DC13: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Lisbet reels back as the imp materializes out of the ether, but she can't quite get away. The sting itself is almost nothing. Then the venom starts its work and Ulfen warrior retches, feeling cramps radiating from the wound. "Förbannade lilla skit! Du är nästa efter tiken syster!" Still, with the flow of the fight Lisbet is stuck in with the Imp. She grunts as she swings, bringing her sword

Attack the Förbannade lilla skit!: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23 for Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

In regards to HP, after a night's rest and a nearly full Oracle, is it safe to assume we were 100% before today's scuffles?

Status: HP 26/35; DEX damage 8/10

Round 2 of 3 for War Cry

More imps. Argus drinks his other infusion of elemental touch, and lightning begins to crackle around his hands. Plus a move action to get closer to the melee.

Yes, I think you guys were at full health not counting today's fights. I'm also fine with retconning in some healing post-birds, as I think you'd have done that.

Argus and Shackleton drink their infusions of elemental touch and move forward, the gnome ducking around the nearest imp to get on its far side.

Lisbet's sword slams into the other imp, but its damage seems blunted by the infernal creature's tough hide and the small wound then seals up almost immediately.

Lyra has more luck as she swats at the stirge, knocking it out of the air and causing it to blink out of existence as it hits the ground, and she moves to try to find a clear shot. Lyra, Vegazi's sister has both cover and concealment from her where you are -- there are trees and rocks in the way.

Philgor brings his weapon down on the boar's head, splitting it open and sending blood everywhere as its white skull is visible through the wound, but it remains on its feet no cleave possible; the enemies have to be adjacent. It tries to gore the big man again, but the injury has it rocking on its feet and it hits only armor.

Vegazi's sister finishes her next spell and a swarm of bats suddenly appear on top of Argus, Vegazi and Lisbet, scratching and biting. 5 hp, plus bleed 1, plus need a DC 11 Fort save or be nauseated 1 round. The sister then turns and slashes the rat 2 hp

Vegazi, retching, backs away as the imps continue their assaults on Philgor and Lisbet. The latter, her muscles already stiffening, can't avoid the attack, and a new hole pierces her shoulder. 4 hp, plus now need a DC 15 Fort save or take 2 Dex damage

Lyra, Vegazi's sister has both cover and concealment from her where you are -- there are trees and rocks in the way

I wasn't sure if I would have been attached. Assume a move action last round? A double this round?

The returns the small wound with an attack of its own.
rat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20, nomnomnom: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Philgor takes another swing at the swine but dodging the imp throws off his aim.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Argus is dismayed by the sudden appearance of a flock of bats. He grabs more vials (fortunately glass is a strong insulator and not wrecked by the lightning crackling about his hands) and pitches them into the ground, creating an upward blast.

Explosive bomb on the bats, using Precise Bombs to protect himself and Lyra
Bomb, point blank: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19 FINALLY!
Bomb, point blank: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 + 1 = 9, plus 50% = 13, plus catch fire

Fort, DC15: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17

Fort, DC11: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21

Frustrated by the imp's impervious nature, Lisbet steps between them and casts a spell on herself. Invigorated by her spell, she readies herself to continue the melee.

Cast Defensively, DC19[/dice: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Move to be out of the swarm, but between the imps :/ Cast Bull's Strength. Current HP: 17/35

Argus's bomb explodes among the bats, scattering the few that aren't killed immediately by the blast, while Lisbet ducks away from the burning corpses and puts herself between the two imps.

Lyra's rat bits Vegazi's sister as the half-elf rushes around the camp, trying to get close enough to get a shot and arriving in the clearing just in time to see the badly wounded boar sidestep Philgor's sword and hit the big mercenary's armor with its tusks.

The two imps are equally unsuccessful at stinging Lisbet, her armor turning aside their barbed tails, while Vegazi recovers her weapon and closes in.

Vegazi's sister, clothes smoking from a ball of fire thrown by Shackleton, steps away from the dire rat and casts, and suddenly the trees and branches begin grasping at your legs, hampering your movement, as she calls the boar back to her.DC 14 Reflex save to all, or be entangled, as the spell. DC 14 Str/Escape Action check to escape the effect.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Finally having an open shot Lyra lets loose another arrow. She then moves toward her target and away from the grasping plants. The rat continues to attack Vegazi's sister with long dirty teeth.

Arrow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24, plunk: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Rat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Philgor steps away from the imp and takes another swing at the bore with is bec de corbin.

Shift 5' NE

Smash: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Splat: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Argus weaves his way through the entangling vines and branches. Getting out of the entangle area to the northeast.

Once in clear air, with relatively inanimate plants, he throws another flask of alchemist's fire at the foul druid.

Alchemist's fire, 30 ft range: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 20
Damge: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 And 1d6 next turn.

Hopefully the 'ongoing damage' concentration check will slow down the onslaught of summoned minions.

DC14 Ref: 1d20 ⇒ 3

The enchanted plants whip around and Lusbet is caught with her pants down (so to speak) and finds her legs trapped by squeezing seeking vines and roots. Shrieking with rage she turns on one of the nearby Imps and lashes out herself. Her blade finds purchase and the imp winces but comes back leering at the ulfen warrior. As if to increase the mockery, her own spirits jab her in the nose, making her eyes water.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 for Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Sorry for the delays; trying very hard to get back to regular posting rate. I appreciate everyone's patience. Also, it seems we've lost Shackleton, unfortunately. I'll continue to DMPC him for the moment.

Argus flees the grasping vines and hits Vegazi's sister in the head with an exploding vial, a blow followed up by Lyra's arrow.

Her cry of pain turns into a scream of outrage, however, as Philgor again slashes the boar, which squeals in pain. It takes advantage of the vines wrapping around the big man and slams its tusks into his mid-section, breaking several ribs. Philgor's entangled by the spell, then takes 12 hp from the boar

Lisbet and Shackleton focus on the imp between them, even as the vines snag both of them. Each manages some punishing blows, but not enough to send it back to Hell, and it immediately begins healing.

"Blasted, infernal beast," the gnome growls as it stings him, the other's tail finding nothing but Lisbet's armor. The two creatures fly out of the spell's area, closing in on Argus and Lyra. Lisbet and Philgor can take an AoO; one of the imps is badly hurt, the other is untouched.

Ilka, pulling out a wand, moves behind a rock, blocking her from view of almost everyone but Lyra.

Ongoing fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Argus takes advantage of his last round of elemental touch to swipe (ineffectively) at the imp.

elemental touch, touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Philgor catches sight of an imp flying by and takes a quick jab at it before turning his attention back to the boar.

AoO on Imp: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 25
AoO Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Pulling at the vines with the powerful legs he attempts to break free of their grasp.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Reversing his grip on his weapon, he stabs down at the boar.

"One of us is going to eat well tonight."

Boar: 1d20 + 9 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 4 - 2 = 16
AoO Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

HP 17/44 and Entangled

Going after the injured Imp, unless Phil clobbered it out of it's existence :) In that case, the other one ;)

AoO: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 for Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

As the imp tries to fly clear, Lisbet swats it between it's wings. Not taking the time to celebrate the small victory, Lisbet then throws her weight to get clear of the entangling plants... However, Philgor's fight with the boar keeps her attention closer by. She steps toward the pink eyed lunch meat and swings!

STR to Escape!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 for Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Confirm?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 for Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

5' step to close with the boar and the imp. If Phil already pulverized our dinner, the swing goes after the imp! :)

Lyra sees an opening and looses another arrow before the rat can again close with the half-orc. "Shoot faster, shoot faster," the half elf whispers to herself.

Twang: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25, ploonk: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
rat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6, 1d4 ⇒ 2

Philgor's sword hits the imp and it falls to the ground, broken, only to be finished off by Lisbet's blow. The big man tries to cleave through to slay the boar, but the vines -- still hampering him -- grab at the blade and throw his aim off. Lisbet has no such problem and brings her sword down in a mighty blow that nearly cleaves the creature's head off and drops it to the ground. Boar is down, though still breathing; Philgor is still entangled.

Lyra's arrow again hits Vegazi's sister as she continues her retreat, again using her wand, her wounds seeming to heal. She now has partial cover from everyone. The imp closes in on the archer, but her leather shirt turns its stinger aside.

Shackleton and Vegazi continue to struggle to free themselves from the grasping grass, but remain bound tight as Argus moves into the camp.

"No, no, no," the archer says and chases after the escaping sibling. Heedless of any blows she may provoke she races past the sister to prevent her escape.

The rat follows its target.
rat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17, crunch: 1d4 ⇒ 1
double move for Lyra

"Oi!" Argus calls, chasing after Ilka. "Get back here."

He shoulders the heavy crossbow and fires.

Masterwork heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 MIght hit, depending on her AC with cover.
damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

With mighty grunt pulls free of the vines and starts moving toward the woman.

"We can't let her escape!"

Move as far as possible towards her.