Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Zstelian advances on the southern undead, whistling for Kayle to join him in his attack.

Kayle Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

After he's closes on the monster, he brings his knives to bear.

Divine Favor: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11

Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Round 2, Init 19

"Seka, did you see that? That little ball just rattled around inside him and dropped back out again!"crapcrapcrapcrap!

"S**t"

Sekathral exchanges glances with Khaz, flings his pistol aside and engages the mummy presently assaulting Skald with his rapier. Moving into a flanking position if possible - if not, please ignore +2 and Sneak damage

Attk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 2 = 25

Dmg: 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (1, 6, 4) + 1 = 16

Round 2, initiative 7
ac 22, touch 15, fleet-footed 17
fort +7, ref +5, will +1
cmd 22, (26 vs disarm)
hp 60/60
effects:paralyzed (2/3)

Silvio tries desperately to move but his muscles refuse to obey his commands.

As Kyson and Silvio struggle to master themselves, their companions launch into action.

Khazmia's fiery bolts slam into the nearest mummy, which goes up like the dried corpse it is, screaming in pain as Sekathral dives past it and tries to draw the others' attention from Skald. His blade seems to have no effect though, the wound closing up as quickly as it was made. No flank available; still has DR

Zstelian's blade does more damage, though like Sekathral, he finds it's not as much as he expected. Still, it's more than Kayle can manage, as the creature fends off the bird's talons.

Despite her perch on the wall, the mummy is able to slam into her, its fist nearly knocking the gold caps from her tusks. 13 hp, plus need a Fort save

The other mummy continues to ignore Sekathral, its fist hitting Skald once again, sending the man collapsing to the ground next to Lirith.

In the other side of the hallway, the third mummy slams its fist into Zstelian, a powerful blow that rattles the Varisian's bones. 15 hp, plus a Fort save, please

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Zstelian grunts in pain as the undead's fist smashes into his torso. After regaining his bearings, the old ranger spins his daggers in hand and gestures for Kayle to flank the undead with him.

Mainhand: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Offhand: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 = 31
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Iterative: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Kayle Bite: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Round 3, init 6

Sekathral, unable to make a dent in his opponent and glumly convinced that he's next for the chop, whips his rapier around in a moulinet, backing away from the foul thing as he does so

Taking total defence, so +4 to AC

Round 3, initiative 7
ac 22, touch 15, fleet-footed 17
fort +7, ref +5, will +1
cmd 22, (26 vs disarm)
hp 60/60
effects:paralyzed (3/3)

Silvio continues to struggle with his unfunctional muscles.

Round 3, Init 19, 27/40 HP

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"Ooohf!" The mummy slams into Khaz, shattering what little remained of her sense of safety.

Falling back 5 feet, she draws up what she can and sends two more fiery rays at the mummy that hit her.

scorching ray #1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 234d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 2) = 9 (Ranged touch, -4 if it happens to be in melee)
scorching ray #2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 74d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 4, 5) = 14 (Ranged touch, -4 if it happens to be in melee)

Round 4, Init 27

Kyson prays softly, glad that his bowels cannot unclench even though the fear wants them too.

Fear Round 3/4.

With Kyson and Silvio still incapacitated, Sekathral backs off, hoping not to join them and their three other companions no longer moving.

Khazmia's spell is enough to put down one of the creatures, which collapses to the ground and rapidly disintegrated into a pile of dust. The other one advances, swinging at Sekathral, who's able to knock its hand away with a quick chop of his blade.

On the other side of the catacombs, Zstelian and Kayle tear into the other mummy, though their attacks continue to be blunted by the undead things' fell magic. Seemingly frustrated, if such a thing is possible for the walking dead, the mummy bats at its avian attacker, fist connecting with a dull thud. 18 hp to Kayle, need a Fort save, please

Zstelian hisses in frustration as the mummy slams into his avian companion. With a fury he continues to slash madly.

Kayle Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Mainhand: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Offhand: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Iterative: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Kayle Bite: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Confirming: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22
Extra Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Confirming: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Extra Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Gogo murder-bird!

Round 4, init 6

Sekathral, despite his aching muscles, maintains his guard Total defence again , yelling to Khaz, "Burn the ****ers!"

Round 5, Init 27

Kyson tries to regain his bravery.

Fear Round 4/4.

Round 4, Init 19, 27/40

"I'm out of fire!" She falls back again, shooting off a round of magic missiles instead.

magic missiles: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 3, 2) + 4 = 15

Round 4, initiative 7
ac 24, touch 17, fleet-footed 17
fort +7, ref +5, will +1
cmd 22, (26 vs disarm)
hp 60/60
effects:combat expertise

Silvio keeps on struggling with his unresponsive body. ”What.. in… Cayden’s cups… Aha!”, he finally exclaims as he starts to move. ”Your second death awaits now that Silvio has overcome your foul magic!”

Move action to engage the mummy.
Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 - 2 = 27 (-2 combat expertise), (mithral!) damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Or did I drop my weapon when I became paralyzed?
If that is the case I would like to charge (unless it’s a full action or my path isn’t clear)

Kyson begins to feel his courage coming back as Khazmia's bolts of force rip into the mummy while Sekathral does his best to impersonate Silvio's defensive style of fighting. Despite his efforts, the creature lands a vicious blow, the elf's ribs creaking under the impact. 13 hp; Fort save please

On the other side of the tombs, Kayle and Zstelian tear into the other mummy, ripping shreds out of it and leaving it open as Silvio rushes in and ends its threat with a last swing of his blade. I don't believe you would've dropped your weapon, Silvio.

Round 5, Init 19

moving the 5 feet down the wall, Khaz strikes out with the shocking grasp wand.

shocking grasp, melee touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d6 ⇒ 6

Round 5, Init 27

Kyson, finally regaining his courage, summons the will to move closer to the monsters that caused his fear.

Kyson moves 20' to the left to get in line of fire for the mummy.

"I'm coming Sekathral! COMING!"

Kyson will summon his last ball of fire to throw at the mummy.

1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 4 = 10 touch to hit;
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 fire damage.

After flicking his daggers to free them of grave dust, Zstelian and Kayle take off toward the sounds of battle.

Double moving.

Round 5, init 6

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Oooff!"

Sekathral, parrying a fraction too late, receives a hefty blow in the midriff. Winded for a second, he then steps back, trying once more to keep his opponent from landing a blow and hoping fervently that the cavalry are just around the corner... More Total Defence! How long can I keep this up, I wonder?

Round 5, initiative 7
ac 24, touch 17, fleet-footed 17
fort +7, ref +5, will +1
cmd 22, (26 vs disarm)
hp 60/60
effects:combat expertise

Something seems to click inside Silvio and he does not rush towards the sound of battle. Instead he rushes to the side of the closes downed settler. ”You! Come here and help Silvio treat her wounds!” he commands the closest conscious settler.

Healing roll to assist the settler: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Kyson's ball of flame just hits the creature, which moans in seeming pain as the dry rags on its back ignite in flame, before Khazmia's electricity courses through its frame.

Zstelian rushes to join the fight as Sekathral does its best to keep the thing from skewering anyone. Despite the elf's best efforts, it lands another punishing blow and he sees a few scenes from his long, colorful life begin to flash before his eyes. 17 hp; another Fort save too, please

Silvio leans down to help treat the woman, but it's too late. Her vacant eyes stare upward, unseeing.

Round 6, Init 27

Kyson casts Produce Flame, tossing a ball of fire at the back of the mummy again.

1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 4 = 4 touch attack;
1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 fire damage.

Following the attack, Kyson swoops down to flank with Sekathral, his flaming fist flaming with flame!

"Get 'em with your pirate attack, Seka!"

Kyson holds his new shield stoutly in front of him, hoping it's as magical as he thinks it is.

AC 21

Round 6, Init 19

"I can't believe he's still here, getting his dust all over the place! Sekathral! Fix it!"

melee touch attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d6 ⇒ 5

Round 6, init 6

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Sekathral, seeing stars, thinks back on the past (possibly unwise in the middle of combat)

If I had all the money I'd spent on drink again... I'd spend it all on drink

His companions' exhortations snap him out of his reverie.

"My "pirate attack" does ***k all! Hasn't one of you bastards got a torch or something?!"

Still, fed up of being a punchbag, Sekathral attempts a feeble riposte.

Attk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 2 = 23

Dmg plus sneak (if applicable): 1d6 + 2 + 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + (3, 1, 4) + 1 = 16

EDIT - forgot Kyson's flank... sorry! Probably still don't get Sneak, though :(

Zstelian whistles sending Kayle in to attack while he moves into the flank with his knives spinning.

Flank: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

Kayle: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"These things can die. Keep at it!"

You totally get sneak. Way to use your pirate attack!

Way to use your pirate attack!

"Way to use your pirate attack, Seka!" Kyson yells over the mummy.

He should listen to me more often. I'm totally getting good at this.

So you're pleased about the pirate attack?

Kyson's fireball misses the mummy, but his encouragement of Sekathral seems to work, the elf's blade catching the mummy and slicing through it.

Khazmia shocks it as Zstelian and Kayle rip into it, but it continues to stand, though it seems shaky.

Spinning around, it lashes out at Kyson, but seems to shy away from the priest's flaming fist, throwing off its aim. The blow hits Kyson's new shield, doing nothing more than causing his arm to ache for a few moments.

Round 7, Init 27

Kyson attack again, trying to punch the mummyjerk with his flaming hand.

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18 touch attack; (flank)
1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 fire damage.

"Get'em Seka!"

AC 21
Round 3/7 Produce Flame

Round 7, Init 19

shocking grasp, melee touch attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 ⇒ 1

Khaz reaches out again, trying to shock the mummy.

Kyson's flaming touch hits the mummy, which collapses into ash, leaving all silent except for the continued whimpering from the colonists.

Sekathral, his lovely new bruises setting off the acid burns perfectly, looks on stony-faced as Kyson incinerates the mummy.

"Give us a chance, eh? It's all very ***king well telling me to get the thing, but what the bloody hells do you expect me to do with that? Snort it?"

He points to the pile of ash on the floor.

"Once is enough. Come on, you buggers. Jollity Farm this ain't, and the sooner we're out under Sarenrae's benificent gaze the better. Where's that other ***king rod?"

He pokes around the mummy's remains listlessly in the hope that they were buried with something valuable Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

Kyson stares down at the pile of ashes and then at his flaming hand, then again at the ashes. A more wild look is upon his face.

"Yeah, you think you can frighten me again? HA! I got fire. And you burn!" Kyson kicks the ashes around.

HA! I kick ash!

Kyson giggles to himself until he remembers that there are other people hurt that he cares about. So, bypassing Sekathral, he runs to check on any of the colonists who might need aid or who are hurt. (I think there is just one that needs wand healing.)

Returning, he will help Seka loot the mummies and anything they might have in their catacombs that they cleared missed on the first pass through.

"Jollity Farm this ain't, and the sooner we're out under Sarenrae's benificent gaze the better."

Kyson looks at Seka and smiles.

He's finally getting it.

"See Sekathral? I think you're finally getting it. You know the funny thing? I bet Sarenrae would appreciate you smiling up at her right now too."

Despite his efforts, Kyson discovers that the woman Silvio was tending -- like Lirith and Skald -- are beyond his ability to treat, having moved on to Pharasma's realm.

Sekathral finds an ancient necklace on each of the mummies, which look fairly valuable. 500 gp each

Anyone who enters the small crypt behind the hidden door finds a large stone sarcophagus, topped with a depiction of a man wearing robes and a feathered headdress and clutching a blue rod in one hand and a ceremonial dagger in the other.

And just to make sure it's clear, it's a depiction of a blue rod, not an actual blue rod.

Zstelian rubs his sore ribs a bit before retrieving his wand to mend them.

"The question is, where do we find him? He's got to be in a crypt or something around here."

CLW: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 8, 1) + 3 = 19

Zstelian, could you, please? Several livid bruises discolor one whole side of her face and shoulder. CLW wand, please?: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (5, 7) + 2 = 14

"Do you think think that thing opens up, that he could be inside?" After the previous – all too harrowing – experience, the thought curls up cold and heavy in her stomach, and sours her expression.

"Maybe he's in the sarcophagus right in front of us. Silvio, would you like to find out? I'll wait over here," Kyson backs up to just outside the door, letting Silvio have free reign to get at the sarcophagus without interference.

"Ladies first, elves afterwards. Give us a go at that thing, Khaz"

Sekathral requests the wand, after Khazmia's done with it CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11, then squints warily at the sarcophagus, checking it for hidden nasties

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

"H'mmm"

If he can't find anything, he'll turn to Zstelian and Silvio.

"Right, lads. Count of three, then we heave that bloody lid off?"

The search reveals nothing of note, but when the trio go to open the lid, dozens of spears suddenly shoot out of the floor throughout the room before being pulled back into nearly invisible holes in the floor!

Khaz takes 9 hp; Kyson takes 15; Seka takes 39; Silvio takes 23; and Zstelian takes 32; also everyone suffers 1 Con for 4 rounds or until you succeed at a DC 13 Fort save

Inside the sarcophagus rests a skeletal corpse holding a blue stone rod in one hand and a beautiful silver dagger in the other. Around its neck is a golden medallion inset with a shining pink pearl.

Kyson backs up to just outside the door, letting Silvio have free reign to get at the sarcophagus without interference.

Kyson glowers at Sekathral.

"I told you to wait until I was outside the doors! Look at what you did to me! My spleen!" Kyson looks to see if his spleen was extracted by the spears or if it was in there, doing spleeny things. "Ouch, that hurt. I don't feel so good."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Fort Save
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Fort Save

"That's it, we're taking a rest...let's find a nice room to rest for a bit," Kyson says, wobbling a bit and calling upon Sarenrae for aid.

Sarenrae, though Seka is a pirate jerk, he needs you. He's close to understanding you.

4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 5, 1) = 16 healing

If we're going to rest, Kyson will heal via his spells, otherwise, let's use the wands for the rest.

Whoops, sorry, you were outside, Kyson. No hurties for you.

Ouch! I’m gone for a while and you almost kill us!
Fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 vs DC13 => success!

Earlier
Silvio’s shoulders slump slightly as he realizes that the woman is beyond help. Somewhere inside the stoic chelaxian something breaks and a lone tear runs down his cheek. The careless gleam is missing from Silvio’s eye as he approches the other heroes, replaced by a grim and battle hardened edge. ”This will not do. We have lost to many all ready. We need to organize. We can not let these good people be ambushed while Silvio is delving into the darkness of this tomb!”

Present
Silvio suffers through the spear attack as gracefully as he can. ”Will they do so again?”, he asks trying to sound as casual as he can which takes alot of effort on his part.

Whoops, sorry, you were outside, Kyson. No hurties for you.

I'm already healed and had a chance to yell at Sekathral. I'll take the pain and the accidental RP.

earlier

Khazmia straightens at the grim determination in the normally buoyant Silvio's tone. "We do. We can't keep getting all sprawled out like this."

at yet just a few moments later....

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

"That really wasn't so ba...Zstelian! Are you ok?" clutching her own wounds, she carefully moves to Zstelian's side. "That looks bad. Is that bad? Kyson! I think Zstelian needs help removing a spear...or two."

Sekathral, resembling a pointy-eared colander that has just been dug out of a cesspit, opens one eye feebly.

"That was a beauty", he groans, before slumping to the ground again.

Not hurt. Just fancy a kip. Zzz. Heh heh.

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

EDIT: Following negotiations, we've agreed that I'm allowed to enrich uraniu... er, retcon in some healing. So: Wand of CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14. With Resilience, plus Kyson's heal, Seka's much better than he looks as a result.

The wand actually only had one charge left which I believe Khaz has claimed.

After removing himself from the spears with a groan, limps away and finds something to lean on. ”Let’s keep an eye out for those kinds of things in the future.”

He joins Kyson in healing the party.

All of the Channels: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 5) = 12

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"As much as I hate being in this tomb, I have to agree that resting would be for the best." She eyes the wounded warily, weighing their chances if they are hit with another attack.

As you regroup, Avner groans at the idea of spending another night in the tunnel.

"Surely more death is just going to come for us? How many people do we have to lose!"

As Tavey sniffs loudly, wiping his eyes witha surrpetitious sleeve, Amella nods in agreement.

The remaining colonists look back and forth, many of their eyes red from weeping.

"That is enough from you", Silvio orders Avner to be quiet. "You are free to weigh in when you are man enough participate in defending the group!" Then the chelaxian looks to the rest. "We need to build stretchers or something similar. We have to take Lirith, Skald and Sinia (Silvio knows the name of all the women in the group:) with us to be buried outside this hole of darkness."

Heartened by the Cheliaxian sea captain and hero-to-all, Kyson gets behind the plan to find a place to sleep for the night.

"Yeah, it's been a very long day. First, we left the spider lady who didn't eat us after all. Then, we fought those birds. Then, we had the fight with the even bigger bird...that one was huge. Then, we finally walked our arses..." Kyson nods at Seka, feeling giddy from his foray into profanity, Yeah, I said that, I'm bad-arse. "...we walked our arses here. Then, we were attacked by big scorpions. Then, the big blobbie thing. And now the dang mummies. And then Seka tried to kill us all with his spears. And all the while you've been complaining. So forgive us if we want to take a breather and let our bones knit a bit," Kyson supports.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Diplomacy

"No one wants to see the rising sun more than me, but we ain't going to make it if we're tired and bleeding and hurt. Now, come over here and help me bivouac," Kyson orders, pointing to the blobbie room. "We can close the doors there and just need to watch down this hallway. We should be fine."

Try to rest the night in the black pudding room.