The Faceless GM's Irrisen: The Realm of Winter Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master kamenhero25


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Universal Buffs: Nothing right now
Inire wrote:
Sorry, but I don't see who that's a response to?

One of Nathara's posts says she asks Tacey to help fortify someplace to keep the bandits. Tacey is responding to that.

Vrixx glares at Nathara but takes the dried fruit anyway and begins to munch on it without another word. He seems very adamant about not saying anything he doesn't have to.


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

Alrighty, I took that as just being 'locked up for the night' type of thing. Cause most of them aren't moving until morning ;)


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Morgraine could put them quickly back on their feet with her healing hex... As far as their non-lethal damage < their current HPs (and most of them are unharmed), they should suffer no penalties. Oh the joy of being able to cure 8640d6+17280 HPs per day at 2nd level!

@Mouse: Tiferet and Tacey carried all the stuff downstairs, we're there with you if you want to chime in :)

@The Faceless GM: how does Magic Weapon interacts with the Automatic Advancement system? Does it function normally?

Rolls:
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Tiferet swiftly peruses through the scrolls before putting them back into the pile. "There's one I can't really make much sense out, but this one should shield you from the elements, while these two should be able to infuse a mundane weapon with magical energies – much like those unguents. The last two are used to create more of those 'pets', I believe, though the choice of languages is... bizarre to say the least" she says, brusquely discarding them with a vaguely disgusted expression on her face.

Sharing a smile with Nathara as she tries to reason with the scornful fey, she ponders their options. "It should take eight hours to get of these woods, give or take. Four more to reach Heldren. If we're lucky, we'll be halfway to safety before the fey even get a hint of what transpired here. The way back will likely be another issue entirely, but with a confrontation being inevitable, better to face it on our terms."

That said, she climbs down into the cellar once more before re-emerging with a copious amount of rope – hopefully enough to constrain every single living bandit. With Eve's help, she binds their wrists behind their backs, and then proceeds to tie them to each others.


[img] [sheet] Female Elven Tiefling Spelldancer 3 / Mythic Champion 1 HP: 32 AC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14 CMD: 18 INI: +3

Nathara laughs heartily as she watches Vrixx's defiance. It almost sounds hysterical, but the relief for being victorious at least in the matter of saving the imprisoned noble woman and unharmed on top of it finally gets through to her. An actual adventure. And she prevailed. And found a most curious set of fellow adventurers with the most intriguing facets to their story and all kinds of differences, but pulling on the same string. If this fey is of the opinion that he may resist Tiferet and Nathara he may be right, but he's certainly not able to to resist their pretty femme fatale, Evelyn. Sweet lips are truly mightier than the sword.

Still visibly amused and giggling every now and then she says to Vrixx: "I am afraid we can't release you right now and the fact you are already imprisoned comes in handy to us." she wipes a tear of laughter from her eyes and continues a little more serious: "But fey are not meant to be caged, but free spirits, unbound and beautiful. I take no pleasure in seeing you like this and we shall bestow you with the freedom that befits you." Of course, if Lady Vasilliovna has this creature's heart as well, that freedom will be shallow until they manage to rectify the situation.

To directly engage another who is powerful enough to cast a Gate spell powerful enough to let the magic of winter seep through, has an own fortress and an army of followers compelled to the death seems bold, but it does not seem viable to anything else. The gate must be closed and the fey be freed and given their recent success Nathara tries to take confidence from that. She will think about what they will find beyond the gate once they're through it.

"I shall take care you have a bit more dignity and comfort in your cell in the meantime, even if you give us the silent treatment." She winks to Vrixx. If Tiferet does not have anything more to say she organizes a pillow or a bit of fur for the cage, several cups with fresh molten snow so he can clean, drink and relief himself and some food that should be suitable for him.

She is going to check the stable (carefully, in case there is anything dangerous within) after that and continue taking care that the room where the prisoners are heals is safely locked up.


[img] [sheet] Female Elven Tiefling Spelldancer 3 / Mythic Champion 1 HP: 32 AC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14 CMD: 18 INI: +3

Nathara nods to Tiferet regarding her comments on the scrolls they found. "I am going to prepare a spell to decipher arcane script tomorrow." She takes the scrolls written in the strange languages which Tiferet could not decipher and has a look at them.

I don't which checks are appropriate for those particular scrolls. Nathara takes a ten on Knowledge (Arcana) ⇒ 20, Linguistics ⇒ 16 and Spellcraft ⇒ 18. She speaks Taldan, Abyssal, Elven, Infernal, Gnome, Orc, Sylvan and Skald.

She nods regarding Tiferet's assessment of the situation. Tiferet is clearly more experienced in practical situations and Nathara is always willing to follow her lead.


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

Inire frowns as the scroll gets tossed aside haphazardly. Was it just because she couldn't read it? That was... an incredible waste. It was actually quite important that they know what had transpired so they wouldn't be stuck dealing with something like this again. She moves to collect the scroll, and unfurl it once more, frowning. "I can read half of it... but the other half is in Infernal. I've never had a reason to learn that." she says, rolling it back up, and handing it to Nathara. "That may explain a lot more of the 'why' than we've managed to get out of him... it may not be magical at all, but just a cypher."

K(Geo): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Linguistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24


[img] [sheet] Female Elven Tiefling Spelldancer 3 / Mythic Champion 1 HP: 32 AC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14 CMD: 18 INI: +3

Alright, I did take a sneak peek into the spoiler, even though it says Linguisitics DC 17 and a take ten only yields a 16: Since Nathara does speak both Sylvan and Infernal is a check really necessary?


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Tiferet... didn't do anything that could damage the scrolls :o Having determined their purpose and recognized them as necromantic rituals, she put them back where she took them, just with a blunter gesture due to her disdain for necromancy.

"These scrolls contain the procedure through which those skeletons were created... I can't read its contents, though I can 'sense' its general purpose. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the parts written in Sylvan are posthumous interpolations, and contain the variant ritual through which this particular strain of chill-touched undead are created" Tiferet chimes in as Inire picks up the two rolls of parchment, hoping it could hep with the deciphering.

Assume that since Tiferet passed the Kn. (Geo) check, she would share whatever she learned with the others.


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Magic Weapon: works as normal. Anything that applies a enchantment bonus will replace the automatic bonus if it's higher.

Nathara: since you speak both languages, you automatically pass the Linguistics check. You're good.


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

"We can figure out the items when we get back to town, no point in wasting the time or effort on it now. We should head out as soon as we can."


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Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

"Agreed" Tiferet says as she's tying up the last remaining standing bandit.

Escape artist DC24 to get free

With everything being said and done, she makes her way to the lodge's porch, where Eirikr has been sulking since Rohkar's been dealt with. For a while, she sits besides him, in silence, her eyes intent on piercing the darkness ahead.

"It was during my puberty that my ability to alter my shape first manifested. I only remember seeing an elven girl and wishing I were as pretty as her. My clan took it as proof of Celestial blood still running strong in my veins, in my lineage. Everybody rejoiced."

Again, silence. Then she resumes her speech, a pensive expression on her face. "The point is... I'll make no pretences to know what you could possibly have been through, back in Ustalav. I can only assume your experiences have been diametrically opposite of mine. But there's one thing I can tell you. You hunger. But you're not responsible for your hunger, it wasn't you who created the beast within. It is what you are, but not who you are. Where you choose to direct that hunger, however... that's what defines you. And as long as you point it at guys like Rohkar, it will be a honour to share your hunt."


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Male Skinwalker (Witchwolf) Lunar Oracle 3/Guardian 1 HP: 37 AC: 15 CMD: 15 Initiative: +1

"They burned our house down. Barred the door with my ma and me still inside. And my dad too but they had already killed him. Guess they wanted to be sure. I remember my mother screaming, begging them to let us out, to at least let me out, since I was just a boy. And I was just a boy. Was about," he stops for a moment to think; it's been so long, he can't really remember. "Nine years old, I think? Maybe about ten. When I woke up, our whole farm had been burnt down, and both my parents were dead. All I had left was that spear I left back in that snowman, my flute, and--" he stops again and reaches under his shirt; his hand seems to grip something before he starts to talk again. "And that was it. I couldn't go back to the village, so I ran into the woods. And that was where I lived. Until the dreams started."

"You don't seem afraid. You seem like you mean what you're saying. And maybe you do. Or maybe you're waiting for me to let my guard down, so you can finish me off then," continues Eirikr, not looking at Tiferet as he talks. "Even if you aren't--I saw the way the others were looking at me. I don't blame them though. I just hope they can put off dealing with the monster until we've closed the portal."


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

With the bandits tied up and ready to go, the party begins their march back through the Border Woods. The snow, if anything, seems to be getting harder and the winds seem to be picking up. The unnatural weather only continues to blow over the trees as you make your way along the path. It takes several hours, several particularly cold hours at that, to make your way back to the safe crossing at the river.

At first, there is no sign of Fawfein, but he quickly makes an appearance from somewhere in the trees, flying out when he sees the familiar group approaching. "Humans. What are you doing back here? Why are traitor bandits still alive?"


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

"We captured them so the mistress can make examples out of them, we have to go back, she believes the portal is compromised so she's set up another meeting, once we deal with them we'll be back to examine the portal."

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

"What? The portal can't be compromised. Teb would have called us back. Something would have happened. What are you doing human?" His wings begin to flutter wildly and he looks agitated.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Eirikr:
Tiferet listens at what Eirikr has to say without uttering a single word. For a moment, she feels the urge to put a hand on the young man’s shoulder, to hug him tightly while whispering that things aren’t always going to be that bleak, that everything’s going to turn out all right. Eventually, she decides against it. It’s not pity he’s looking for. Pity, self-commiseration – he must already have choked on them.

”If I ever tried to stab you, rest assured it would be in the chest, in a fair fight, like I did with that bandit earlier. But it won’t come to that. And that’s because, as you said, I don’t fear you” she says with a sad smile on her lips.

”I couldn’t tell exactly why. It might be due to my limited experience with shape-shifting. Or perhaps it is because, deep down, I know monsters are created, not born. A monster wouldn’t have simply fled after what they did to you. He would have used his fear to fuel his anger, he would have gleefully donned the mantle his tormentors had sewn for him. And while wrapped in it, he would have eagerly exacted his vengeance upon them.”

”It’s not our shape, our difference, which makes us monsters” she goes on, slowly getting back on her feet. ”It’s the bigotry and fear it might instil in those that surround us. But only if we let it.” She pauses, as if waiting for her words to sink him. She noticed him earlier as he fidgeted with something beneath his shirt, and remembers the name he spoke in his imprecation. Jezelda she thinks. Demon Lord of werewolves.

”I’m afraid the pitchforks will have to wait" she eventually says. "I’m not taking up one any time soon, and neither is Inire, I believe. As for Nathara, she makes no attempt at concealing her heritage. I don’t think she’s going to judge anyone on the basis of his lineage.” She slowly raises her arm, her palm getting closer and closer to Eirikr’s cheek. ”We’ll get your spear back. I promise.”

Can we try to put him out of the equation? He knows about Vosi and killed that hunter we stumbled upon earlier...


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

Evelyn narrows her eyes and puts a hand on her hilt.

"We are doing as the Mistress orders, are you questioning her orders?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

"Portal is crucial to mistress's plans. Portal is part of queen's plans. Wouldn't need girl or care about bandits if something had happened to it. Humans are lying to me." He lets out a shrill whistle and lifts into the air out of reach. "What are you doing?"


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

"Hän tietää Vosi" Tiferet whispers. "Mitä tahansa tapahtuukin, meidän ei pitäisi antaa hänen."

Elven:
"He knows about Vosi. Whatever happens, we shouldn't let him get away."


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

Are we past the river monster trap?

"The girl is just as important to the plan as the portal and failure isn't an option so she's making sure everything goes to plan this time, stand aside and maybe she won't crush your heart for this disobedience."

Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23


Male Skinwalker (Witchwolf) Lunar Oracle 3/Guardian 1 HP: 37 AC: 15 CMD: 15 Initiative: +1

Tiferet:
"As long as you promise to give me a fair fight. I'd like to look death in the eyes; see it coming. A quick one too. Nothing worse than a slow death," he says, finally looking over at her, though still not directly at her.

"Maybe I thought about it, you know. Getting revenge. Hurting them. But I was just a boy. I couldn't hurt them even if I was the biggest boy in the village. Sometimes I think--maybe I could go back and burn their farms down. But I guess I never actually did that, and now I'm on the other side of Avistan. In the middle of the fairy story. So maybe I'm not the monster I--they thought I was," he says, his eyes finally meeting hers. He is silent for a moment, but then the slightest bit of a smile begins to creep across his face.

"I half think Inire still thinks I'm a werewolf. And Nathara--she's a Sarenrae worshiper; aren't they all fanatics or something?" says Eirikr. He'd never actually met a follower of the Dawnflower before--tieflings, sure, they were inevitable so close to the Worldwound but all he knew about Saranraeites was that they were all Kelish fanatics, though Nathara didn't seem to be either of those things. He wrinkles his nose as he considers it. "You right though. I can hide what I am. She doesn't have that option. I guess you know her better than I do, too--the sunlight's shadow and the sunlight on snow, right?"

"It is a pretty good spear," he says to Tiferet's offer. "I haven't gotten a hange of this sword yet. Feels too heavy in my hand. Guess it's better for fighting fairies, though."


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Nope. He came to meet you as soon as he saw you coming.

"Portal is the plan! Portal is the only plan! You're trying to trick me. Vosi... Vosi is gone. Did you humans kill him? Humans used fey and are trying to double cross us. Traitors! Sneak nasty humans! Kill them!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 20 = 32 Bonus for something he explicitly knows is not true.

Initiative:
Tiferet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Eirikr: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Evelyn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Nathara: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Morgraine: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Inire: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Fawfein: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Skrikks: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Szassh: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Initiative

Fawfein
Morgraine
Szassh
Eirikr
Inire
Skrikks
Evelyn
Tiferet
Nathara


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Fawfein snarls and lifts higher into the air so he's out of immediate reach. He shouts something in Sylvan and points at Eve. Suddenly, Even begins to feel disoriented and everything seems to start getting bigger. A moment later, it becomes clear that she's shrunk to the size of a child.

Sylvan:
"Nasty human get very small!"

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Morgraine is up!

In summary: Fawfein is mad. He uses reduce person on Eve.


HPs: 35; AC: 13 |Touch 11, FF 12; CMD: 12; Init: +1

Morgraine peers about looking for incoming attacks.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Despite Fawfein's whistle, nothing seems to happen. The water in the hole in the ice ripples slightly, like something is moving beneath the surface, but nothing appears immediately.

Eirikr is up!

In summary: Nothing happens... for now.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Eirikr:
"Should the beast ever conquer the man... I swear I'll strive to give you a honourable, painless death" Tiferet says, a veneer of sadness and melancholy clouding her expression.

She then gives a long look at Eirikr's imposing physique. "As long as you promise to do the same. I saw you fight. We both know such a battle would be as likely to end with my throat ripped off."

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

As if to tone down the heaviness of the moment, she picks up a nearby twig and throws it at Ashen, prompting him to resume their earlier playing. As Eirikr's stare finally meets hers, she smiles warmly. He fled a horror story and run into a grim fairy tale. Not the greatest of deals, but at least this time he gets to play the hero.

"Inire might have a hard time to adjust to some of the world's harsher realities... but she has a good heart. A kind heart. When she entered the lodge, she knocked the sleeping bandits unconscious. I have no qualms admitting I would have killed them outright" she dispassionately states. "She will understand, in time. And don't believe everything the Taldan say about the Sarenraenites. To them, it's just their ancestral foes' religion, but really, the Sunflower is the Goddess of Mercy and Compassion first and foremost. Look at how she treated Vosi. Even if she were to see you as a monster, she'd sooner try to guide you toward the light than outright attack you. Their blades only strike unprovoked at the truly irredeemable – like the demons of the Worldwound."

"So you see, the Big Bad Wolf has nothing to fear in our company" she concludes, laying her hand on his fuzzy cheek.

The sound of barking distracts her. As she turns to grab the log Ashen fetched back, she notices a red patch on the wolf's fur – a previously undetected wound the beast has been suffering stoically. "Shhh, Ashen. Relax" she says kneeling down and gently caressing the beast's neck. She melts some snow to clean up the wound, and then bandages it using a bunch of roughly cut blankets she found while scouring the lodge.

Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 Sorry, out of spells for today!


Male Skinwalker (Witchwolf) Lunar Oracle 3/Guardian 1 HP: 37 AC: 15 CMD: 15 Initiative: +1

Eirikr looks up at the fey as it flies into the air; he considers charging at it for a moment but decides not to; even if it wasn't too high to reach, there's pretty obviously something under the ice in the river. Instead, he draws his sword and concentrates, while whispering an invocation to himself.

Eirikr draws his weapon, uses Martial Flexibility to gain Weapon Proficiency: Longsword, and casts Bless on the party


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

Inire slips past her allies and into concealment... for now. The silver of her blade behind the trees possibly revealing her as she draws the long blade.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

The surface of the ice remains flat and motionless, almost like it's waiting for something...

Tiny Evelyn is up!

In summary: still nobody moving...


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Actions:
When words fail, weapons are drawn. Tiferet feels Eirikr's burst of energy emboldening her, his power resonating into her and pushing her to unleash her own. With a thunderous yell, she bellows her battle song, reaching the frozen river's banks while roaring her defiance.

Yep, basically still playing the waiting game...

________________________________________________________________________

Swift Action: activate Arcane Strike

Standard Action: activate Raging Song

Move Action: move 2 squares NE and 1 E


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

"If this works start running across."

Evelyn picks up a handful of small rocks and throws them away from their path across the river as she casts ghost sound to create the noise of eight humans running in the same direction.

Will Save to disbelieve DC 14, if throwing is a standard action she'd just cast ghost sound
Standard: Ghost sounds
Move: Throw rocks
Swift: Pick up rock
Free: Talk


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

GM Rolls:
Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

The icy surface remains placid.

When words fail, weapons are drawn. Tiferet feels Eirikr's burst of energy emboldening her, his power resonating into her and pushing her to unleash her own. With a thunderous yell, she bellows her battle song, reaching the frozen river's banks while roaring her defiance.

Nathara is up!

In summary: still not much happening.


[img] [sheet] Female Elven Tiefling Spelldancer 3 / Mythic Champion 1 HP: 32 AC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14 CMD: 18 INI: +3

Nathara hastily grabs the bow from her back. Trying to tell herself it was merely a shooting lesson she steadily exhales as she draws the string into the anchor point and increases the tension between her shoulders until the string slips off her claws. A single one fluent motion in perfect alignment with the targets, all muscles relaxed except the shoulders so to not disturb the arrows flight.

Actions:
Move Action: Ready Dansby's Composite Longbow
Standard Action: Attack

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Stats:
Nathara Darkblade
Female NG Elven Tiefling Magus (Spelldancer), Level 2, Init 3, HP 18/18, Speed 30
AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 17, Fort 4, Ref 3, Will 3, CMB +4, Base Attack Bonus +1
Claws +4 (1d4+3 / 1d4+3, x2)
Longsword +4 (1d8+3, 19-20/x2)
Masterwork Captain's Sword +5 (1d8+3, 19-20/x2)
Chain Shirt (+4 Armor, +3 Dex)
Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 19, Wis 11, Cha 10
Condition None


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Nathara's arrow flies well, but Fawfein is a rather small target and her shot misses him by a bit. The fey wisely retreats backwards a bit, flying to the other bank of the river. He stays closer to the ground, low enough the he could be reached by a blade. His hands begin to waves and he points at Tiferet this time. He curses softly as Tiferet shows no signs of shrinking to Evelyn's size.

Sylvan:
"Big Ulfen become small Ulfen."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Morgraine is up!

In summary: more shrinking shenanigans, but this time Fawfein doesn't manage to shrink anyone.


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

"Eve... don't go near the water. I think whatever's in there is going to try to grab us." Mouse says, low.


HPs: 35; AC: 13 |Touch 11, FF 12; CMD: 12; Init: +1

Though she doesn't hope for much success given her track record, Morgraine follows Nathara's suit and sends a bolt hurtling towards Fawfein....

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d8 ⇒ 2

and reloads.


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

"We don't really have a choice we have to get to the other side."


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

"He's trying to lure us across the ford. Let me go first at least. In your present condition you risk being pulled underwater" Tiferet whispers under her breath.


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

"Yes. Let the others go forward. Or me. He made you small for a reason. House cats don't eat people. They're too big."


Male Skinwalker (Witchwolf) Lunar Oracle 3/Guardian 1 HP: 37 AC: 15 CMD: 15 Initiative: +1

Spoiler:
Assuming that whatever the creature is before Eirikr continues doing nothing, Eirikr and Ashen will both move towards Fafwein. Eirikr will just move as far NE as he can and accept the raging song. I think Ashen can actually reach Fafwein this turn; assuming I am correct, he attacks him immediately.

Ashen's Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Ashen's Damage Roll: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Fafwein is tripped if the attack lands.


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Once again there is no response from whatever allies Fawfein has. Eirikr decides it is safe to move across the river, though he has to move slowly to keep his footing. He doesn't get very far across the river, though Ashen is much faster and begins to weave his way between the gaps in the ice. As he passes between two of them, a small creature made of ice erupts from one of the holes, attempting to slam the wolf into the water. Ashen yelps as it slams into his flank and he tumbles back into the frigid waters.

Bull Rush (Charge): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22

Inire is up!

In summary: Eirikr and Ashen move forward, triggering one of the ice elementals to emerge and knock Ashen into the icy river.


R20 Half-elven Rogue/Bard 3 (VMC)//Trickster 1 HP (31/31) IP (1/1) MP (5/5)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 21/15/16/16 | Fort/Ref/Will +04/09e/02 | Init +05
Skills:
+14: DD; +11: Stealth, Acrobatics; +8: Perception, K(Dun, Loc), L(Heroes); +7: P(Oratory), Linguistics, A(Stories); 5: K(History, Geo)

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

I forgot I can't see the map in this game unless I have a computer. In the interest of not slowing the game. Double move with fast stealth perk, crossing the ice towards Fawfein. I figure I should keep a concealment bonus against the underwater folks.

When Inire sees Ashen get pushed into the water, she moves quickly from her corpse of trees towards Fawfein. The beast was much too large for her to help out... so she needed to hurry and finish the fight if they were to save him from the bitter cold.


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Inire's footsteps across the ice are utterly silent, not even making the ice react to her presence. It seems to be successful in keeping her from being attacked as the other icy creature does not make an appearance, still waiting safely in the water for someone to close enough to him.

Evelyn is up!


Female Human Mesmerist 3, AC/FF/T 16/13/13, Initiative +3, HP 23/33 CMD: 14

Evelyn tries to copy the whistle that set off the traps in the first place then tries to copy Fawfein's Voice. "Skrikks! Szassh! These people are allies. Let them cross unharmed.

Mimic Whistle, Ling: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Mimic Voice, Ling: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Bluff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Once she'd given the order she'd step out onto the ice to test it moving toward Ashen but glaring at the ice creature as she cast her last spell of the day.

0 Spells Left for the day, Mesmerist Trick is still active ( 1 Clone )
Standard Action: Cast Command, Flee On Ice Creature. DC 16 Will
Move Action: Move To Ashen.
Swift Action: Hypno Stare At Ice Creature. -2 Will
Free Action: Talking.


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Will Save (Hypnotic Stare): 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 2 = 5

Eve's voice comes out in an almost disturbingly perfect imitation of the atomie. The ice creature recoils from Eve's voice, looking horribly confused. It certainly doesn't seem to know what to do.

Tiferet is up!

In summary: Eve hits the visible ice elemental with a command spell and thoroughly confuses the one beneath the ice with the fey impersonation.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Skald 3 / Marshal 1 | HP 34/34 {conditions: none} | MP 4/5 | AC 17 (Tch 11 FF 16) | F +5, R +3, W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +6, darkvision

Seeing an opening, Tiferet attempts to cross the ford moving in a wide circle. Axe in hand, she hustles toward the opposite bank – and Fawfein.

"What's the matter shorty? Too coward to fight your own battles?"

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Swift Action: activate Arcane Strike

Double Move Action: move 3 squares N, 1 NE, 1 E and 1 SE

In case of an AoO, Tiferet's attack bonus is +1 (BAB) +4 (STR) +1 (Bless) +2 (Tactician trait) = +8 and her damage is 1d12 +6 (STR) +1 (Arcane Strike) +1 (whetstone) = +8


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Nathara is up!


[img] [sheet] Female Elven Tiefling Spelldancer 3 / Mythic Champion 1 HP: 32 AC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14 CMD: 18 INI: +3

Nathara takes a few steps to the along the river bank in order to have a more open field of view. A slight smirk runs over the elf's face as she witnesses Evelyn's newest betrayel. That lovely young human woman has at least as much of a devil inside as Nathara herself a demon; just a lot cuter kind of.

She pulls the string of her bow into the anchor point, her thumb squeezed against her cheek bone. There she remains, breathing conscious and steady. Just try to cast a spell, jerk.

Move Action: Move as indicated on the map
Standard Action: Ready Action - Shoot at Fawfein as soon as he tries to cast a spell.

In case the attack is executed: Bow Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Bow Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Fawfein seems to realize that he is not in a good place and tries to back off, flying back to the edge of the trees. He points at Tiferet's massive ax and begins speaking in Sylvan again. Nathara's arrow flies in his direction, but misses by a bit. He yelps in surprise, but manages to finish his intonation. Tiferet's ax begins to get smaller and small in her hands.

Sylvan:
"Weapon is too small for your big hands."

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Morgraine is up!

In summary: Nathara misses her prepared attack and Fawfein uses shrink item on Tiferet's ax. She takes a -2 to hit for an improperly sized weapon and her damage is reduced to 1d10.


Universal Buffs: Nothing right now

Oops. Forgot one thing.

Fawfein shouts out as loud as he can. "Skrikks! Get up here and fight!"

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