Samnell |
Before the others got too excited, Caitlyn held up a warning hand and told them, "Wait up. Let me check for tracks"
[Dice=Perception]1d20+9
[Dice=Survival]1d20+9
The dark, the water, and the general discomfort of the place made Caitlyn's investigation harder than usual, but in the end she found no worrisome tracks at the foot of the shaft.
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Thistletorp giggle as Mirtens picks him up. Whee!. He grips one of Mottens' horns and stands on his shoulder hand over his eyes to shield an imaginary sun. He looks like a brave explorer surveying the region from a high peak. Im just like my uncle!!!
Jakun Stormhoof |
Jakun steps and lights two torches, "My spell selection for the day is offensive so no magic to aid us seeing ion the dark I am afraid".
He keeps one torch and hands the other to Goldmoon.
Caitlyn Weissman |
Caitlyn was unaccountably pleased when Jakun used lit the real proper honest to goodness torches. She wasn't a fan of magic at the best of times, after the horror she'd witnessed at wayreth. It had been years, but the image of her brother suffering had been indelibly etched into her psyche.
Finding the environs claustrophobic, Caitlyn whispered despite the obvious foolishness of that, "We'd better get going, shall I scout ahead or would Thistle prefer to do that? If he's not having too much fun that is..." Honestly it wasn't every day you got a chance to ride a minotaur. She could hardly begrudge that, especially since they where all about to face a likely excruciating death at the hands or rather talons of Dragon Onyx..."
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
I could try, but the water's pretty deep. He slipped off Mittens and easily landed in the water. At three feet exactly, he had to stand tiptoe and tread water to breathe. I could say like this. I've never searched places while swimming before. It could be exciting!
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Thistletorp slips through the water stealthily, although wettily and not without soem close calls about swimming. Not that he minded, almost drowning sounded kind of fun! The "almost" part of the whole thing is what made it fun!
stealth: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Samnell |
Jakun enters the tunnel last turning to the gully dwarf, "Please wait here for our return".
The gully dwarf nodded eagerly.
If Thistle's really going to swim the distance, then you'll all be in that water for quite a while to keep in time with his swim speed. Being in it, you can tell that it's potentially dangerous to you to do so. Not instantly fatal, but also more than mere discomfort. Cool?
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
If it's really dangerous to the group, Thistletorp won't do it. He doesn't want to hurt the group. And, while he doesnt' necessarily see that actions can have fatal consequences for himself, he doesn't like death, and naturally avoids things like drinking poison or swimming through harmful and toxic water. So, he'd climb out of the water and ride Mittens. he'd still use his perception to try and keep up with any dangerous dangers lurking dangerously in the dark to do dangerous things to them
Samnell |
Noted.
The Innfellows began their long, cold walk through the secret tunnel. It runs arrow-straight, bar missing stones, for two hundred feet to the south, then turns for another three hundred and forty or so before the cold, wet adventurers find themselves at its end. A shaft rose up above, marked with abundant handholds. At the top, an iron grate let through a faint glow.
Total distance through the tunnel is 540 feet. Going through the difficult terrain means a speed of 10, so 20 per round. That's not quite long enough for cold damage and fatigue. Congratulations! :)
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Thistletorp pets Mittens on the head with a childish Thank you! And leaps from the Minotaur's shoulders up to the shaft. Giggling, he climbs up to the grate to peak around, suddenly becoming very silent the closer he gets to the grate.
Jakun Stormhoof |
Jakun refrains from speaking waiting for Thistle to give an assessment of what he sees up top. To the Minotaur it seems like old times, he and Thistle have explored a few places together, none with a threat as dangerous as this though. This sort of danger has not been seen since the time of Kaz.
Samnell |
Thistletorp stuck his head up into a vast chamber, a hundred feet wide with a broken, translucent dome above. Xak Tsaroth's ever-present mists shone with dim light. The same dragon that Thistletorp had seen twice previously stood amid a pile of jewels, steel weapons, and other decidedly fascinating treasures...including a sheaf of what had to be hundreds of platinum disks, each barely thicker than a fingernail, held together by a single rod.
As the Kender peeked up through the grate, the dragon swung her head around and looked him directly in the eye. She spoke in slightly accented Abanasinian.
"Hello, Small One. I hear your heartbeat. Your friends' as well. Wherever did you find a second minotaur in Abanasinia? No matter; we need not resort to unpleasantness. Bring forward what is mine and I'll let you all go free."
She's quite audible down below too. Good pipes on them dragons.
Thistlestealth: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37
Kissyfur Perc: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (4) + 25 = 29
Thistleperc: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Samnell |
You know what? I forgot how numbers work. Or I transposed the Perc and Stealth. So let's fix that.
Thistletorp stuck his head up into a vast chamber, a hundred feet wide with a broken, translucent dome above. Xak Tsaroth's ever-present mists shone with dim light. The same dragon that Thistletorp had seen twice previously stood amid a pile of jewels, steel weapons, and other decidedly fascinating treasures...including a sheaf of what had to be hundreds of platinum disks, each barely thicker than a fingernail, held together by a single rod.
Entirely unaware of Thistletorp, or anything else untoward in her domain, the dragon amused herself by arranging her treasures into piles and shapes on the floor.
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Thistletorp's eyes widens to the size of saucers as he saw the shiny treasure and the disks, and the dragon. The dragon was amazing! It really was real! Wow!
He smiles and looks down to the group, quietly pantomiming his hands in a vague dragonlike gesture. Then, he looks back towards the grate, his intentions obvious.
Mariel Uth Kaldar |
The half elf will whisper Thistle, see if you can sneak and get the disks and bring them here. she says with a look of desperation and prayers that Mishakel will help them and keep them safe.
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Thistletorp doesn't even wait for her to finish, or.. well.. start talking. He easily scurries up through the grate and into the dragon's den.
SNEAK SNEAK SNEAK SNEAK: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28
Samnell |
Thistletorp doesn't even wait for her to finish, or.. well.. start talking. He easily scurries up through the grate and into the dragon's den.
Thistle burst into motion as soon as the first syllable passed Mariel's lips, but as quickly as he reacted the Dragon swung her head around, fixing eyes on the grate.
"I hear you in there," the dragon said in a calm voice. "You want my treasure? A trade, then. I will take from you what is mine, the staff, and give you these disks. There is no need to sneak. We can treat as civilized beings."
Goldmoon stared daggers in the dragon's direction, abruptly unwrapping the staff and casting its azure glow over the tunnel.
"I know what I must do," she said to the Innfellows, resolute.
"Wisdom itself. I know you don't crave my company. Come forward and we will make the exchange."
Through it all, the dragon took no notice of Thistletorp, who had already stolen through.
I'm not sure there is a good skill to measure how quietly one whispers. Stealth is probably the least counterintuitive.
MarielWhisper: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
KissyfurPerc: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27 she heard that...but did not see Thistle.
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M TRYING TO FULL ON BILBO BAGGINS THIS THING!: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Thistletorp scuttles further into he dragons's den. An eager and excited smile on his face! DRAGON!
Mariel Uth Kaldar |
The half elf will accompany Goldmoon You do not go alone Lady of the Que- Shu. when they emerge from the grate, with a look of fear at the dragon but trying to keep her composure the half elf will say defienlty. She will move in front of the bearer of the Blue Crystal Staff NO! Creature of Darkness, we do not negotiate with creatures like you who seek only to bring harm and malice to us, dragon of despair, I rebuke you in the name of all that is good, holy, and decent in this world of Krynn. hold her mace out before her
She is trying to make a distraction so that the Disks can be recovered
Do you like my reference?
She is the grand daughter of a knight!
Jakun Stormhoof |
"This does not seem wise..." Jakun holds his hand up to prevent Goldmoon form climbing the ladder, "But I am not known for my wisdom".
Jakun climbs the ladder ahead of Goldmoon to look the Dragon in the eye, Kossel perched on his shoulder.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Jakun Stormhoof |
She is trying to make a distraction so that the Disks can be recovered
Do you like my reference?
She is the grand daughter of a knight!
Channel Energy - Rebuke Dragon!
Mariel Uth Kaldar |
Gathering her courage, she continues, the thought of those she has lost, her family, her lands, her dignity, all for being different, the ridicule that she has suffered in life, for being a half-elf, powers her words You hold no power over us! All you can take is our lives but the power of goodness shall prevail, though as individuals we may not. You shall bring no harm to these, so swear I, lest you go through me. I am Mariel Uth Kaldar! Grand daughter of Jakob Uth Kaldar, knight of the Rose! Oth Sularus Mithos! My life is my honor and my honor is my life!
Samnell |
It's Philippians by way of Huma, isn't it?
Kissyfur AC: 27, T9, F27; SR 18
Round 1
Mariel rushed forward and the Innfellows came in her wake. Goldmoon permitted Jakun to precede her, but refused to stay below. Even Sunstar came up.
"You've all come. How civil," Onyx said, darting in front of Thistletorp. In an instant, the dragon's eyes were inches from his own. "Sneaky little kender thief!" Her nostrils flared and she drew her head back, inhaling deeply and then spewing a torrent of vitriol that left Mariel gravely wounded and Goldmoon very near death. The blue crystal staff shone in the plainswoman's hands.
MarielBluff: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14
KissyfurSenseBS: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (19) + 23 = 42
KissyfurPerc: 1d20 + 23 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 23 - 4 = 31
Circumstance modifier on that bluff because it's exactly the kind of boldly foolhardy thing that Onyx would expect of a goodly type. The same on the Perc is from the din of everyone rushing forward. If Mariel had made the bluff, I'd have given Thistle a few more points.
Aaaaaaand that's going to be a fight. :)
Inits!
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Jakun: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Mariel: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Mittens: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 never flat-footed
Total 68, average 13.6.
Kissyfur: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 oh dear
She breathes on Mariel and Goldmoon, DC 23
Mariel: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Goldmoon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 12d4 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 3, 1, 3, 3, 2, 2) = 28
And the party's up.
Thistletorp Babblebrook |
Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33
Thistletorp grins and runs straight for the Disks. Wheee!!!!!!
because suicide is painless
He uses the gold coins of her massive treasure hoard to slide underneath Kisanth, grinning wildly the whole while. When he pops out behind her, he giggles and grabs the Disks from atop her hoard!
It was grand knowing all of you!
Mariel Uth Kaldar |
Mittens, I am not sure but without the gods of good to give you your abilities, I am not sure you can smite as a paladin in Dragonlance until you learn about the gods from a cleric or someone else and get a medallion of faith, at least that is how I read the entry in Holy Order of the Stars under Paladins
Jakun Stormhoof |
Round 1
Jakun's eyes grow wide as the battle begins he has no illusions about surviving this fight, And so we meet our end in glorious battle. f only there were someone here to see and repeat the tale.
The Wizard summons his mightiest spell to injure the Dragon aiming it high so as to not strike his allies with its deadly magics.
Lightning Bolt 5d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 6, 4, 4) = 22
Heroic Surge
He then summons force to strike the dragon's claws hoping to divert the swat at his long time friend Thistle.
Telekenetic Fist 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Caitlyn Weissman |
Something inside Caitlyn snapped. Perhaps it was the screams of her friends, perhaps it was the arrogance and malevolence of the Dragon. Whatever, the time for thinking was past and quicker than a flash she was streaking forwards with her flame red hair trailing behind.
Desperation lent her strength and like a meteor falling to earth, her lucerne hammer swung in a great arc whistling through the air as it powered towards the great beast's snout!
Rage, charge, power attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 2 = 32Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
Crit?: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 2 = 29Crit Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Free action rage:
Full round action: Charge! She has a fairly awful AC 15 this round. Note she has reach so will stop 5' short.
Samnell |
For this round I redid the map using the last known good page. There might be some positioning changes since I just C&Ped everything and then had to get it back in the grid, but I think it's close enough. Let me know if it's better.
Kissyfur AC: 27, T9, F27; SR 18
Round 2
Mariel screamed in pain.
With that mad joy that only a kender could have, Thistletorp ran straight at Khisanth squealing, "Wheee!!!!!!" He shot right between the dragon's forelimbs, a whisker ahead of her claws, rolled clear of her sweeping tail, and came up on her far side within arm's reach of the Disks. The kender took them in hand, finding them smooth, warm, and surprisingly light. They seemed to thrum under his touch.
"By the will of the old gods Mittens will defeat you foul beast! You leave Mittens friends alone!" the newly-arrived minotaur declared, rushing forward as he drew his blade. He landed a solid blow, but almost invisible black scales turned it away.
Jakun cast his mightiest spell and a stroke of lightning burst from his hands, briefly turning the chamber a painful blue-white. The lightning split and crawled across Khisanth's body for a moment before fading to nothing. Not a scale on her appeared harmed in the slightest. In the same instant, Jakun mustered a blow of unseen force which melted away against the dragon's snout.
Outraged at the dragon, Caitlyn threw herself forward, swinging her hammer so fast it nearly blurred. The business end came crashing down on Onyx's nose. Scales gave way and bone crunched beneath. The dragon's eyes flew wide in astonishment.
The dragon roared, shaking loose stone and sending her piled horde cascading about. The silver-etched spine of a night-blue tome peeked up through the shower of gold and jewels, catching Jakun's eye. Khisanth struck on a fury, lunching forward for Caitlyn. Razor-sharp teeth tore flesh and armor from her forearm, which she pulled free just in time to pull out of reach of claws that each stretched longer than Caitlyn's hand. The dragon wheeled about, striking Mittens with the steel-hard leading edge of one of her wings as she brought her tail across, coming frightfully near bowling over Thistletorp as she struck with it, slamming into Caitlyn's chest with bone-cracking force.
Stricken, burned by acid and trailing blood, but undaunted, Goldmoon cried out:
"The gods have not forsaken us, dragon! I will not yield to despair! I am Goldmoon, daughter of Que-Shu and I will do as the Goddess bids! If I die here, I die well!"
Holding the bright-blazing blue crystal staff forward, the plainswoman closed the distance to the dragon at a run. Khisanth released another roar and turned to meet her. Goldmoon threw the staff aloft for a mighty end-on blow and the black dragon darted low, snapping its jaws around her chest. Goldmoon's limbs went limp. The staff fell from them, its light flickering and dying down to mere embers as Onyx flexed her powerful muscles and threw Goldmoon's broken body. It hit the far wall with a sickening crunch. The plainswoman slumped down eyes still open but limbs twisted in impossible angles, broken bone jutting through her tanned skin.
As she fell, the staff rolled across the floor and fetched up against Mariel's foot. A deep, resonant male voice spoke in her heart with the patience of the ages and the resolve to move mountains, "The courage of your grandfather is with you still. I AM," an awesome, wonderful force filled the two words and for a moment Mariel saw herself before a platinum-scaled dragon as vast as the sky, with stars for eyes, "that which you Seek, unknowing. Take up the staff, my daughter. Have faith and strike the dragon with it. Then all will be well.
Kissyfur's CMD is 19 (bab) + 6 (str) + 1 (large) for 26. Kick it up 5 for going straight through and it's 31. Thistle succeeds.
Jakun vs. SR?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 no love
Telekinetic fist is a spell-like, so SR applies.
Jakun vs. SR?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 damn
And Caitlyn claimed a little over a quarter of Kissyfur's hp. Damn.
Bite for Caitlyn: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35
Damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 3) + 12 = 19
Claw1 for Caitlyn: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Claw2 for Caitlyn: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Wing1 for Mittens: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Wing2 for Mittens: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Tail for Caitlyn: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22
Goldmoon comes up, provoking an AoO off Khisanth.
Bite: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 6) + 12 = 21 she goes from 1 hp to -20 and very dead.
And the party's up.