Serpent Skull- Beer and Pretzels (Inactive)

Game Master drbuzzard

Lalali casts her famous acid splash from behind.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

splash and zap miss

The pintadin stabs back at#2, healing himself mid flourish.

Stab: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Just so it is clear for those not checking the map, Ivar has cleared space so people can move up and get into combat.

Sir GiveLittleHead does hit, but again needs to make a fort save to avoid being sickened (DC 12).

Dont be a 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Kek

OK, Bart decides to watch, and critters go.

They both attack shorty.

to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 12 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 5 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 2 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 miss

to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 15 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 9 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 18 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 hit

Party is up.

"Blast, Randy, I think your on to something here! You rush in, all the bad guys attack you and the rest of us can whack them at our leisure!" Ivar takes advantage of the distraction his ally has created and he swings his axe at the nearest smelly creature. #2

attack: greataxe, PA, FF, rage
attacks: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 for damage: 1d12 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 3 = 19

Splat, again.

Before you wonder why only the peck is getting the pus (and fort saves), it's a matter of weapon type

I thought maybe they just really hated paladins, short rapier using ones...

"Corblimey Ivar, that means everything is going according to keikkaku!" * says the peck as he dodges all but one attack before stabbing the remaining thingy in his ugly thingy face.

Stabbing haters whole night long: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Fort save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

*Translator Note: keikkaku means plan in Halfling

"I left my sling on the sea turtle, so I'm not much help from back here."

Barton squeezes past Lullaby and up into the room.

Janzadar tries to help the small paladin with another lighting bolt.
Lightning Attack Roll (Touch Ranged Attack -4 cover): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Malok attempts to bank one off the wall into the nasty! "Called Shot!"

Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 4 = 9

"Yikes! Heads up!"

I see you physical types have this situation under control and no magical interference is needed. Most pleasing.

Lalali wanders into the room (ignoring that she was just called Lullaby) and admires the work of Ivar and Sir Gali.

The critter again tries to attack the paladin.

to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 18 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 hit
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 18 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 hit
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 3 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 miss

PCs up.

Corblimey? Keikkaku? I wonder if that's Halfling talk.' Ivar stops for a split second and looks at Randy, he then steps towards the last smelly creature and swings his axe at it. "What ever you say Randy."

5 ft. step, full attack: greataxe, PA, FF, rage
attacks: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 for damage: 1d12 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 3 = 19

and splat again, so we're done

Barton searches the cave.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Janzadar asks all of his hurt friends to gather around so he can asks his deity for healing
Channel Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Channel Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6
"Anyone still hurt?"

You find a scrap of leather with writing on it.

I am Captain Alizandru Kovack, betrayer of my crew and destroyer of the good ship Jenivere. Hell would be a welcome escape from what hideous unlife looms before me, but it is no less a punishment than I deserve. That I was enslaved mind and body to a serpentine demon who wore a Varisian’s skin does not pardon me. It is my weakness that led the Jenivere, her crew, and her passengers to their doom. That Ieana has abandoned me here is nothing more than the fate I deserve. I do not beg forgiveness, but I despair that she lives still, and that she seeks something dire on this forsaken isle—she seemed particularly interested in Red Mountain. If you read this and you be a kind soul, seek out what I have become and destroy me, and then seek out Ieana and slay her as well. And to those whose lives I have helped destroy, I can only apologize from this, my dark cradle and darker grave.

Barton cocks his head and "Hmmmms" as he tries to recall anything about serpents that wear human skin. (other than Lalali-Re)

Knowledge(local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Knowledge(history): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

You recall a race of serpentfolk which could shapechange into human form. However they are from way the heck back, being rivals of the Azlanti.

Kicking the dead undead, to make sure it's dead. Ivar Shows Janzadar his shoulder, "The one caught me, but I think Randy got the worst of it." Nodding as Janzadar heals them, Ivar nods "Thank you."

He then accepts the leather piece and reads it out loud to the others. 'A shame, Kovack was a good captain.' Asking: "So we learned our captains fate. Does anyone remember this 'Ieana' or some other Varisian?"

Ivar tries to remember any lands he had heard of used by serpentfolk.

knowledge: geograpghy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

You remember a female shipmate by that name. She mostly stayed in her cabin and didn't socialize.

"Red mountain? Where could that be?"
Aid Another Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

You think you noticed, when scouting around the island, that there was a peak in the SE of the island with a reddish tint.

You remember that the Serpentfolk were quite the rivals of the Azlantis till something big happened, the exact details eludes you though. It wasn't Earthfall, but before that.

'May as well keep moving.' Panting heavily while he recovers from the rage, Ivar finally nods toward the cave tunnel. "We may as well save the leather for latter and continue our search." He then rests his axe on his shoulder and continues going deep in the cave. Keeping a keen eye out as he calls back. "Randy are you coming?"

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

A dark pool of water lies in the center of this silo-shaped cavern. A five-foot-wide ledge of stone winds down to the pool below, passing several cave entrances along the way.

1d100 ⇒ 45

You see no threats in the room.

Janzadar, moving behind Ivar, tries to Detect Magic.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

nope, nada

Don´t look at me like that Barton, i´m an elf wearing serpent skin, not the other way around. Anyway, stuff from before Earthfall is a long, long time ago. How are the chances those are still around? We can check out this red mountain though. Perhaps there´s a brokeback for you and Galittle.

She follows deeper into the cave.

Barton follows the other into the room.

"Careful of that water down there. No telling what sort of beastie is swimming around in this death pit."

He takes a look around for himself.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

'Barton's right there may be something in there, four move tunnels, the one to the left isn't very far away.' Ivar nods his head in agreement with Barton, "Your right Barton, lets explore the cave immediately to our left and see if we can find out any more about the pool."

Ivar turns into the large cave and begins up the nearest tunnel. Smiling he looks down at the Halfling, "Unless you want to dive in Randy, I guess we would wait if you wanted to take a swim." He then continues into the new tunnel.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"We should find the captain and end whatever he has become. Let us take it slow though.."

This long chamber evokes the feel of an ancient, hideous cathedral. The walls are carved with images of serpents walking upright like humans, snakes coiling around and eating hapless women and children, and stranger scenes. Four stone pillars carved like coiling snakes support the vaulted ceiling 30 feet above. Four small cells blocked by rusted bars sit in the walls to the east and west. To the north, an immense carving of a snake’s head looms, an ash-caked door clenched in its jaws, while to the south rises a horrific mound of bones and partially decayed bodies in an eight-foot-tall heap arranged almost as if to evoke the imagery of a coiled snake made of corpses.

There are four clearly undead humanoids in the room, and they react as you enter.

Init time. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Gnarly...."

initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"C'mon, Cayden, you could show me who's the biggest among them so I can smite him in your name!" says out loud the halflingdin.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

"Beware there are.." Seeing the undead, Ivar begins to warn the party, but hearing Randy's prayer stops mid sentence and turns to look at the servant of 'The Lucky Drunk.'

what a waste of pretty good init rolls.

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Ini: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

In the interest of speed, I'll go first.

They all rush up to attack Ivar with their bite.

to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 8 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 11 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 1 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 miss

oh well, PCs are up.

"Blast you, get away from me!" Ivar, raging, jerks his axe of his shoulder and swings it at the undead thing right in front of him. #1

attack: greataxe, PA, FF, rage, powerful blow
attacks: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 for damage: 1d12 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 3 + 1 = 14

You hit one and topple it.

Barton contemplates squeezing through shorty and Ivar to get at the bad guys, but then he decides that that's what pintadins are for.

Barton holds his action and probably won't do anything.

Randy passes through the barbarian's legs, tumbling forward as he tries to dodge the creatures' attacks.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Guessing that will stop me right in front of Ivar and eating an AoO...

Actually you make it.

Then my intention was to step one square further right so Ivar could step closer and yadda yadda attempt not to repeat the last fight once again.

Randy shruggs, thanking Cayden for actually protecting him, and stabs #4.

Rapierino: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
If crit add: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

The halflingpint then heals himself.

Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 4

The peck picks the proper point to perforate the pest and perishes him.

Janzadar Channels Positive Energy to hurt the undead.
Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
DC 13 Will Save to half damage.