Hound vs Kaddoc bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 for 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10
crit confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Just missed the confirm
Kaddoc: will save DC 14 or be shaken for 1 round; trip attempt vs CMD 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
grappled is not even close to helpless--I think you have to pin and then restrain to get helpless/bound
Brin could explain in detail how his dealings with an evil son of a powerful family member who cast evil rituals in his presence, was accused of sexually molesting young women, and tried to subvert his plan to buy an island to make an inn as a refuge for expatriate demihumans may have prejudiced him somewhat against the human ruling class. He may be concerned that anyone with family connections may not get a fair trial. But suffice it to say that Brin is not 100% trustful of the human justice system and feels that Nualia has confessed enough evil to satisfy him.
"She didn't call off her hound or surrender. I think she wanted it this way."
After savaging Kaddoc, the hound turns, howling again, not as an attack this time, but as a threat as it glares at Brin.
|Kaddoc the Grey|
Sorry, completely missed that I was up. Kaddoc is raging, so that is a crit confirm and he takes and extra 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9 damage
Hp 36/61; AC (16)18/12T/16FF; CMD 20
Buffs: Bless, Rage
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Attack from prone: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 - 4 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (1, 4) + 12 = 17
With Kaddoc's blow, the yeth hound falls...and returns to it's home plane, vanishing from the room.
A search of the room reveals several pages of notes an a battered journal. While reading through all of them will take time, they reveal the entire story of the mad aasimar.
When the panic runs out, Idril is beside herself with rage and humiliation. She casts Expeditious Retreat and runs with blazing speed back to the room only ten rounds after she left.
Her eyes blazing and hair windblown she looks around enemies.
"Where is the fight? Did I miss anything?" She asked, gasping for breath.
|Kaddoc the Grey|
Nope, not done.
Among the notes, you find what else she was trying to do...she was trying to release some -demonic?- being trapped here, called Malfeshnekor.
This creature, which she seemed to beleive was a barghest, is apparently what draws the goblins to this site, and the creature they refered to as an 'ancestor'.
Returning to where Nualia was slain, Cilyanka stares at her corpse silently for several minutes, trembling. I should have been the one to kill her. Instead, I ran.
I don't know who this Malfeshnekor is, but if he had anything to do with what was done in the glassworks we have to stop him as well.
Casting Barkskin, Mage Armor, Protection from Evil, Shield, Guidance.
Temp HP: 19/19
Effects: Barkskin, Mage Armor, Protection vs Evil, Shield
Idril looks down at the body.
"This? This little girl got those goblin tribes to work together? Incredible..."
When the Journal is found, she leafs through it; fascinated at the sad and horrible story it revealed.
"Well then, victory is ours! Back to Sandpoint!" Declared Idril.
She smiles at the thought.
"Yes. Master Cyrdak is sure to choose me... I mean us! For his new theatrical production! You know he wants the Heroes of Sandpoint to feature there, right?"
Idril starts to argue.
Then a thought seems to strike her.
"...need to stay until this hidden fortress is thoroughly loot... Neutralized! Rendered harmless to Sandpoint I meant of course!"