Samnell's Gestalt, Mythic Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Samnell

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male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

Yridhrennor gulps and steps forward. "I ... I'm not very strong, but I can help."

Falfaeren caws from over by Teofil. "Idiot! Sometimes, I think your uncle is right! You don't have the sense of an orc!"

"They're obviously in trouble, Falfaeren. We have to do something! Besides, Saito is helping, too!"

"Look at him, and Steave, and Abelard. Are you really comparing yourself to them? Or Galin? You're a librarian, not a warrior! Stop thinking like you're in one of your stories!"

"Hyderus, in his Paths Untraveled used a simple trick to move rocks. He wasn't able to lift the largest. His legs were broken by a fall. But, he was able to reach out with the Art and grasp a small stone..." He stares at some of the smaller rubble on top of the pile.
"Biotáille anáil agus sciathán, a thabhairt amach do chumhacht!" One of the rocks at the very top of the pile flies off into the distance.

That's a a mage hand.. he'll keep casting that spell until there aren't any rocks that are 5# or less in the pile :D


Human Barbarian 6/Oracle 6; AC 26/16/23 (DR 4/-); Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +6* (+3 cha/comp, +2 F/W rage); Init +4; Perception +9 144/148 hp; Rage 21/23; MP 4/7; Spells: 1st 0/7, 2nd 6/6, 3rd 1/4; Current mods: shield of Faith, divine favor

Theran gives the others a look, and noting that they aren't preparing for battle, he'll step forward and check the pile. Noting one of the heavier rocks, he'll put his back into moving that.

strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Grunting, he'll say, "Somebody, get that side"

The dice aren't playing happy with my concept. :( At least they did well in the last fight.


Human Brawler 2 | AC 18 [T 13 FF 15] | CMD 17 | HP 22/22 | F +5 R +5 W +0 | Spd 30 ft | Init +2 | Perception +5 | SA: Martial Flexibility 4/day |

Abelard steps forward, keenly aware of his responsibility to help those in genuine need, but wary of getting suckered into a trap. His instincts don't tell him anything here, unfortunately.

He steps forward and starts moving rocks, doing his best to keep his blade with him in case it's needed.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Aw, he's just too trusting!

Str check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

Steve sheathes his longsword and stows his shield in the middle of his back. "There is no Evil in their hearts. If they need help, then we must provide it." He starts moving rubble too and working to free the victim.

Strength check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13


M Half Elf Warpriest 7/Fighter(Dervish of Dawn)7 (HP 97/97| AC:23 | T:18 | FF:16 | CMB: 8| CMD:25 | Fort:+9 | Ref:+11 | Will:+11 | Init:+7| Perc:+15 | Speed 60)

Moving over to the other side of the massive rock that Theran has attempted to lift, Galin begins to help him shift it from the pile.
Strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20


Gay Male Inhuman

With Saito, Theran, Galin, Steave, and Abelard, all at work with the two tainted ones, the debris gave way quickly. Even Yridhrennor's limited capacity to move rock by magic came in helpful as several fist-sized stones would have fallen on hands and heads as they worked, but for his spell to stop them. Soon a much-battered tainted one came free from beneath the rubble, gasping for air.

"You are true of heart," the one who spoke before said. The other saw to their companion, who still coughed out dust and spat dirt. "I am Lann. This is Dyra," he indicated the woman with the tumors on her face, "and Crel."

Crel, who looked equal parts dwarf and bat, managed a grateful wave between his coughs.

"Is there any way that we could be of aid to you?"

"You could tell us of your history. How did you come to be here?" Teofil said at once.

"We were all b-"

"Are you isolated bands, or do you have a larger organization?

"We have a ci-"

"Which gods do you revere?"

Lann gave Teofil a curious look. The blind wizard was oblivious, but caught the meaning of the silence.

"I'm sorry. That was poorly said."

Dyra made an impolite noise.


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

"I am Steave," and he continues to name the group to the tainted ones. "Please pardon my friend." He nods toward Teofil. "There are stories of underground inhabitants that he is anxious to confirm."

"For our story, we fell through a newly created large hole in the city of Kenebras several hours ago and landed in a cavern connecting to here. We are trying to return to the surface and would appreciate any aid that you may give."


Portrait M Human Figther 1/Sorcerer 1 (abyssal) 16/16 hp, 10 AC (+0 Dex), Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +3, Initiative +6, Perception +1, 3/4 1st level spells

Saito wipes the dust off his hands and nods in acknowledgement to the creatures as Steave speaks and introduces them.


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

"I am Steave," and he continues to name the group to the tainted ones. "Please pardon my friend." He nods toward Teofil. "There are stories of underground inhabitants that he is anxious to confirm."

"For our story, we fell through a newly created large hole in the city of Kenebras several hours ago and landed in a cavern connecting to here. We are trying to return to the surface and would appreciate any aid that you may give."

"The tower fell here at just that moment," Lann said. He looked up dubiously. "Before then, this cavern sat at the nexus of several tunnels. Three of them would have taken you to the Above in time. Only one remains, and it will take you through our home well before you see the sun."

"I mean you no offense to say so, goodsirs, madame, but you would do well to have us to speak for you going that way. People have come from before amongst us who thought our forms spoke to the state of our souls. Now that Crel is free, nothing keeps us here that cannot wait."


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

Yridhrennor regards the Tainted Ones as they speak with the Crusaders. "Oh! You have a city! That's fascinating! There are rumors of people who live below. What is it called?"

Falfaeren makes an impolite gesture, but remains silent on Teofil's shoulder.


Gay Male Inhuman
Yridhrennor Arahaelon wrote:

Yridhrennor regards the Tainted Ones as they speak with the Crusaders. "Oh! You have a city! That's fascinating! There are rumors of people who live below. What is it called?"

Falfaeren makes an impolite gesture, but remains silent on Teofil's shoulder.

"We call it Neattholm."

"How did you come to that name?" Teofil asked.

Lann shrugged, then remembered Teofil clearly couldn't see him.

"I suspect our founders simply enjoyed the sound of it."


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

"Well then, lead on." Steave suggests to Lann.


Gay Male Inhuman

Lann lead on, taking the Crusaders and their charges on yet another winding, uneven path beneath Kenabres. After about ten minutes' walk, passing several tunnels branching off to either side, they came to a tunnel clogged with dirt and stone. Some of the debris had a strangely flowing shape, as if it had melted together or run like water. Lann pulled up short on finding it.

"My apologies. This was the safe route to Neattholm. There is another path, but it passes through the den of a spore-cougher. It may have gone abroad, but if not we shall have to slay it. I think all of us together equal to the task, but would not take you forward without giving notice of the peril."


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"That is very considerate! Not everyone we find down here would be so thoughtful!" Falfaeren snickers.

Yridhrennor shoots the raven an angry glare. "Please ignore my bird. He forgot his manners up on the surface."

Knowledge(Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 What is a spore-cougher?


Portrait M Human Figther 1/Sorcerer 1 (abyssal) 16/16 hp, 10 AC (+0 Dex), Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +3, Initiative +6, Perception +1, 3/4 1st level spells
Samnell wrote:

"My apologies. This was the safe route to Neattholm. There is another path, but it passes through the den of a spore-cougher. It may have gone abroad, but if not we shall have to slay it. I think all of us together equal to the task, but would not take you forward without giving notice of the peril."

"We will do what we have to." Saito acknowledges and encourages.


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

"Thanks for the warning. Can you tell us more about spore-coughers? What are the best methods to destroy them?" Steave inquires.


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:
"Thanks for the warning. Can you tell us more about spore-coughers? What are the best methods to destroy them?" Steave inquires.

"I only saw one from afar, some time ago. They are plants that walk, nearly so tall as you. They have vines that they whip about, strong enough to break bone, and if they touch you spores will burrow into your flesh. Some lose all reason when near one, seeing phantoms. But they die like all other things. Blades will suffice."

Yridhrennor:
He can confirm all that Lann said. These spore-coughers sound like basidronds. He knows from several herbals that such a creature should not be trifled with. It can sense the most minute vibrations about itself and cannot be harmed by cold of any sort...but exposure will rob it of much of its speed. Many authorities believe that the madness it spreads comes from invisible spores the plant releases, but few have cared to experiment on the matter.


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"It's useless to use cold against it, too!" Yridhrennor beams, clearly enjoying being so helpful. "Well, that is, um.. cold doesn't hurt it. It's just sluggish in cold environments. That makes sense since plants normally whither over winter. And, they have some kind of ability to sense people near it without seeing them. I'd avoid them at all costs."


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

"How fast can the plants walk? Are we better off fighting from a distance? I've got some lamp oil that I can rig for Mendevian cocktails." Steave asks while continuing to walk. He wears his shield on his arm.


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

[ooc]That is a very good question...
Dungeoneering Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"Let me consult my books...." He leafs through an herbal for a few moments.


Gay Male Inhuman
Yridhrennor Arahaelon wrote:


"Let me consult my books...." He leafs through an herbal for a few moments.

20 feet :)


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"Aha! Here! Yes! Professor Thistletrop Babblebrook clearly states in his Herbologies of the Inner Sea that they are quite slow. He states that Eldebreth, his elf assistant.. no that's not right! It says here that Eldebreth was his lover. But, Thistletorp isn't an elf.. that'd be.. oh.. oh dear!"

"Well, at least they didn't confuse each other's genders!" Falfaeren laughs and flutters his feathers on Teofil's shoulder.

"Whatever their relationship, Thistletorp is very clear that Eldebreth could easily outrun the thing."


Human Barbarian 6/Oracle 6; AC 26/16/23 (DR 4/-); Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +6* (+3 cha/comp, +2 F/W rage); Init +4; Perception +9 144/148 hp; Rage 21/23; MP 4/7; Spells: 1st 0/7, 2nd 6/6, 3rd 1/4; Current mods: shield of Faith, divine favor

"Fungus." he says with disdain. At the talk of ranged weapons, he groans. "I only have a spear and dagger." He cocks his head at that and pulls his knife and starts cutting at his leather cloak.

untrained craft: leather: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Is that enough to make a sling? I'm sure there are enough stones to use for ammunition


Gay Male Inhuman
Theran, Clan Silverlight wrote:

"Fungus." he says with disdain. At the talk of ranged weapons, he groans. "I only have a spear and dagger." He cocks his head at that and pulls his knife and starts cutting at his leather cloak.

[dice=untrained craft: leather]1d20
Is that enough to make a sling? I'm sure there are enough stones to use for ammunition

That'll do. Slings don't cost anything, after all. Stones aren't as aerodynamic as bullets, so -1 to attacks and damage with them. But it'll do the job all the same.


Human Brawler 2 | AC 18 [T 13 FF 15] | CMD 17 | HP 22/22 | F +5 R +5 W +0 | Spd 30 ft | Init +2 | Perception +5 | SA: Martial Flexibility 4/day |

Abelard gives a wry smile. "If'n it's missile weapons you're using, I'll just be in the way." He will position himself along side the archers, ready to intercept anything that moves toward them.


Human Barbarian 6/Oracle 6; AC 26/16/23 (DR 4/-); Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +6* (+3 cha/comp, +2 F/W rage); Init +4; Perception +9 144/148 hp; Rage 21/23; MP 4/7; Spells: 1st 0/7, 2nd 6/6, 3rd 1/4; Current mods: shield of Faith, divine favor

Finishing up his makeshift leatherwork, he'll hurl a stone to see how it works and nod. "I'm ready to move on if everyone else is."


Gay Male Inhuman

The crusaders move warily on, backtracking a few minutes then taking another tunnel. Several times Lann stops and checks his blade, or looks forward into the distance and steels himself, before pressing on.

After about twenty minutes, the tunnels give way to a circular cavern, forty feet across. Thick sheets of fungus grow in curtains on the walls and several tunnels reach away amid them, all save one plunging steeply downward. Two corpses lay on the ground, near to a softly glowing mound of green mushrooms.


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

Board ate my post

Before moving out, Steave hands Theran five (5) half pound sling bullets.

When he sees the corpses, Steave examines them for Evil and whispers, "is that glowing mound of green mushrooms the spore-coughers?"

two move actions of Detect Evil on each corpse.


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

Board ate my post

Before moving out, Steave hands Theran five (5) half pound sling bullets.

When he sees the corpses, Steave examines them for Evil and whispers, "is that glowing mound of green mushrooms the spore-coughers?"

two move actions of Detect Evil on each corpse.

Lann peered at it from the distance.

"If it sleeps, perhaps. It has the color, but I've never seen one sprawled out before.

Detect Evil:
Steave finds no evil on either corpse.


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

Steave surveys the area for Evil and asks, "Yridhrennor, do you know if that glowing mound of green mushrooms are the spore-coughers? Teofil, if we describe these things better, would you know them? Should we just burn it just in case?" His hand rests on a pocket of oil.

standard action Detect Evil in 60-ft cone including corpses and shrooms


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"uh.... I... Let me see...". Yridhrennor rifles through his books

Knowledge(Dungeoneering) Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15


Gay Male Inhuman

Detect evil:
Steave doesn't find anything.

Yridhrennor's Knowledge:
Yridhrennor isn't completely positive, but he thinks it very likely that the mound is the creature in question.


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"Yes.. um.. Yes.. the mounds are probably the basidronds. Um.. the uh... spore-coughers." He blushes at all the attention being given him. The Crusaders are looking to him for answers. They're brave and courageous... they're Crusaders, everything that stories and histories are written about. And, he's so very not. "Burning them first would be best. Anything that keeps us away from them."


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

How close are we to determine range penalties?

"Whoever is good with a sling or throwing things, let's all give it volley before we wake it up. I don't think those skeletons got that way by themselves. I've a couple of pints of oil for Mendevian cocktails. I'll gladly give them to someone more skilled than me. Anevia, how's your aim?" Steave gets out his pints of oil and preparing them.

OK folks, we've a lot of quiet players. Steave has a +2 attack with a thrown weapon. Anyone better, please volunteer to throw a pint. On the count of three, we can throw our volley in a surprise round. Steave has a sling that he can do more damage if it hints if the plant doesn't have DR.


Portrait M Human Figther 1/Sorcerer 1 (abyssal) 16/16 hp, 10 AC (+0 Dex), Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +3, Initiative +6, Perception +1, 3/4 1st level spells

Saito simply hasn't had anything to add in a bit, but he'll definitely join the toss if you like, though he only has a +1.

"Not the greatest shot myself, but I'll take a shot if you need me." Saito responds. "Assuming there isn't any peaceful way to bypass said plant people? Not a fan of lighting some poor fellar who is just minding his own business on fire."


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"Um.. they're not really intelligent. They're aggressive plants, but not um.. not like a dog or a horse. They don't really think." Yridhrennor peruses his books again to verify.

Knowledge(Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26


M Half Elf Warpriest 7/Fighter(Dervish of Dawn)7 (HP 97/97| AC:23 | T:18 | FF:16 | CMB: 8| CMD:25 | Fort:+9 | Ref:+11 | Will:+11 | Init:+7| Perc:+15 | Speed 60)

Galin steps forward, cracking his knuckles, Pass me the vial. My aim is decent, if I do say so myself.+5 to hit, which seems to be the best so far.


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

How close are we to determine range penalties?

"Whoever is good with a sling or throwing things, let's all give it volley before we wake it up. I don't think those skeletons got that way by themselves. I've a couple of pints of oil for Mendevian cocktails. I'll gladly give them to someone more skilled than me. Anevia, how's your aim?" Steave gets out his pints of oil and preparing them.

"Good enough," Anevia said, taking a vial when Steave offered.

Let's say the range is about forty feet. Yridhrennor is sure the plants are pretty dim.


Human Barbarian 6/Oracle 6; AC 26/16/23 (DR 4/-); Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +6* (+3 cha/comp, +2 F/W rage); Init +4; Perception +9 144/148 hp; Rage 21/23; MP 4/7; Spells: 1st 0/7, 2nd 6/6, 3rd 1/4; Current mods: shield of Faith, divine favor

"I'll stick with the sling," he says simply. He wasn't the best thrower, being much better close up. He looks at the plants with a slight contempt for their unfair ways, but says nothing more.


Human Brawler 2 | AC 18 [T 13 FF 15] | CMD 17 | HP 22/22 | F +5 R +5 W +0 | Spd 30 ft | Init +2 | Perception +5 | SA: Martial Flexibility 4/day |

I have alchemist's fire, and a +3 to hit but only out to 30 ft, which is out of range

Abelard nods to Steave. "I have a couple vials of cleansing fire, if anyone needs one, don't be shy now."


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

Could Falfaeren carry one of the vials for an aerial drop?


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

Steave hands out a prepared pint of oil to Anevia and Galin. He loads a bullet in his sling and starts swinging it. "On the count of three, we attack."

Surprise Round
sling bullet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
if hit, damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8


M Half Elf Warpriest 7/Fighter(Dervish of Dawn)7 (HP 97/97| AC:23 | T:18 | FF:16 | CMB: 8| CMD:25 | Fort:+9 | Ref:+11 | Will:+11 | Init:+7| Perc:+15 | Speed 60)

Galin hefts the vial of oil in one hand, then lobs it on Steave's command.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6


Human Barbarian 6/Oracle 6; AC 26/16/23 (DR 4/-); Fort +9, Ref +7, Will +6* (+3 cha/comp, +2 F/W rage); Init +4; Perception +9 144/148 hp; Rage 21/23; MP 4/7; Spells: 1st 0/7, 2nd 6/6, 3rd 1/4; Current mods: shield of Faith, divine favor

He nods and begin to swing his sling to let fly on Steave's signal.

sling attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

When they let fly, he flushes red as the bullet slips from the pouch before he can let fly. It was the mistake of a child.


Gay Male Inhuman

The missiles go forth, including one delivered by Falfaeren. All save Theran's hit their mark and the mound of fungus erupts in flames. It made no move to answer the assault, save for emitting the expected amount of dark, foul-smelling smoke. Nor did the nearby bodies stir.


Human crusader | HP 100/100 | MP 7/7 | Bond 6/6 | LoH 8/8 | Flex 6/6 | Smite 3/3 | 1st 2/2 | 2nd 1/1 | KO 1/1 | Inc. 0/1
Stats:
AC 26 T 13 FF 23 CMD 23 | Fort +13 Ref +13 Will +13 | Initiative +2 | Perception +9, Darkvision 60 ft.
Active buffs: Incorruptible,

Steave goes forth to check it and the bodies with his shield ready and sling stowed.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15


Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

Steave goes forth to check it and the bodies with his shield ready and sling stowed.

[dice=Perception]1d20+4

Steave finds the Bodies and fungus well and truly dead. Turning over the fungus reveals several large wounds. The humans, two men, bear clear broken bones.

The bodies are dressed as crusaders, with the white surcoats of Iomedaeans who had not sworn themselves to an order. They wear fine chain shirts, but contrary to the usual practice of the Inheritor's faithful wield spiked gauntlets and glaives. One grips a small object tight in his fist.

Loot:

Going to skip a few identifying formalities.
2 mwk chain shirts
2 glaives
2 spiked gauntlets
1 potion (cure light wounds)
1 scroll (cause fear)
129gp

The thing in the fist is a brass bull's head with red gemstones for eyes.


M Half Elf Warpriest 7/Fighter(Dervish of Dawn)7 (HP 97/97| AC:23 | T:18 | FF:16 | CMB: 8| CMD:25 | Fort:+9 | Ref:+11 | Will:+11 | Init:+7| Perc:+15 | Speed 60)

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Galin examines the small object in the crusader's fist, attempting to determine what it is.


Gay Male Inhuman
Galin Solatar wrote:

[dice=Knowledge Religion]1d20+4

Galin examines the small object in the crusader's fist, attempting to determine what it is.

Galin doesn't recognize it as having any particular meaning.


male | portrait, minus the ponytails elf | Wizard(diviner:Foresight)/Arcanist(school savant: Teleportation) 6 MR 2
Stats:
AC: 18 | hp: 42| F +4 R+6 W +7 Init:+15 | Perception: +10 (+13 with familiar)
Wizard:
6/6, 5/5, 4/4 |
Arcanist:
:6/6, 5/5, 3/3| Res 9/9 Mythic: 7/7

"Pardon me a moment, Teofil." Falfaeren flutters over to examine the brass thing in the gauntlet. "Elf! There's something interesting here for you to make boring!"

Yridhrennor sighs and pulls out a book, already leafing through pages. "Uncle said a cat makes an excellent familiar. Or a fox. Both are fine, fine familiars. Even a thrush! Thrushes have far more respect for their wizards than ravens. Anything, that's what he said, anything would be a better choice than a raven. But, no, I had to be stubborn, and take a raven! Why, why did I have to be stubborn? My life would be ..."

"Boring?" The raven jeers as it examines the brass bauble.

"Simpler." Yridhrennor scowls at the bird and pointedly looks down at his book. "Now, hush, you. I'm trying to work."

"Right. Work. Like looking things up in a book is so difficult! Humans seem to do it just fine! And, if a human can do it, it can't be that difficult!"

"Swim. Go, swim in the fountain outside of Uncle's solarium. When we get back, go do that. If everything a human does is so easy, go swim in his fountain when we get back to the surface."

Falfaeren stares at Yridhrennor in shock, and fairly bristles with, something that looks like a combination of shame and outrage. "How could you! You know that's my one dream! And you.. you.. ugh! You two-legs!" He flutters off to land on Teofil's shoulder, his head buried under a wing.

Yridhrennor sighs and continues reading. The bird could be so dramatic, sometimes!

Knowledge(Planes) Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Aid Another from Familiar: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Knowledge(Arcana) Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Aid Another from Familiar: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

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