Leland Hopkins |
Leland
hp 16/16; AC 15/12T/13FF; CMD 11
+2F/+2R/+2W
Gizmo:
hp 5/19; AC 20 (16)/12T/18FF; CMD 17
+4F/+5R/+0W
mage armour
Gizmo sparks and sizzles, but the contraption fights on:
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Dmage?: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Claw 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Dmage?: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
wicked_raygun |
Loveless
Doc stares at what he can see of the flames, nearly transfixed, eyes sparkling. "Yes," he mumbles quietly. "Yes, it is. Fire always is."
Seeming to come back to the here and now, the gnome looks over towards the horses, relieved to see that Applejack is alright. "Good call on the mist, Gulch. How badly are you hurt?" he asks as he glances at the man then strides off towards whatever's left of their attackers.
Clearly, what with being completely burned to a crisp no useful information is available. :op
Mr. Gulch forcefully removes the arrow from his shoulder, and then takes a drink from a flask from his bag. The wound begins to rapidly heal.
"A mere scratch, Good Doctor."
He also stares at the burnt corpses.
"Not much to go on. But I suppose we can believe that they were men, at the very least. And not some sort of doppelganger, as I now suspect the sheriff might be. I think they were burying him to get rid of the evidence. Observe the digging equipment."
And indeed there are some spades and pick axes arrayed near the men.
Let me know, if you want to take the time to loot, Doc.
Dr. Miguelito Loveless |
Let me know, if you want to take the time to loot, Doc.
Doc begins poking at the charred remains with his cane. Looting? No, I'm just... uh... looking for clues. Yeah, that's it, looking for clues! He glances over at the body on the trail as he does so.
"You're saying they killed the real sheriff so a doppelganger could take his place? These wastes of flesh were colluding with such a monstrosity?"
He looks thoughtful as he continues to check the remains and the area behind the rocks. "That's unnatural. And unnerving." He looks at the sorcerer pointedly. "Something's afoot, Gulch. How are you involved?"
After completing his search, Doc takes a minute to mix an extract. (Burning his one open slot to replace the CLW potion he used earlier.)
Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
Ben reloaded his gun before holstering it, then knelt by the gnome. "You speak the common tongue? Tell me what's going on down here. What's all this machinery for, and where is the little girl?" He put particular emphasis on the last, staring straight into the gnome's eyes.
Bukaru d'Banzai |
Bukaru walks over to the wounded Gnome, waits till everyone is gathered round, and Channels Energy :
healing: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Affects all within 30'. Excluding downed bad guys that may not be "completely dead". :)
1/6 used for the day.
Mallory Lewis |
When the hobgoblin drops, Mal, ignoring the gnome, turns away, already reloading her pistol and, clenching her teeth, moves further down the corridor.
"Damn fool had no idea." she mutters. 'Ain't sure I do, neither.'
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
wicked_raygun |
Loveless
The goons were carrying the following #Loot:
- potion of cure light wounds x3
- chainmail x3
- shortsword x3
- dagger x3
- longbow x3
- 24 arrows
- 6 gp
The gear is all medium-sized.
***
"I am not involved, Doctor. And I would appreciate if you didn't hurl baseless accusations."
From behind you can hear the rapid clop-clop of a pony. You look to see Deputy Blue Feather riding in. She stares at the body of the Sheriff in mute horror, before raising a hand crossbow in your direction.
"Reach for the sky, or I'll plug you, you murderers!"
Mr. Gulch sighs exasperatedly.
"How droll."
wicked_raygun |
Under Dry City
Ben reloaded his gun before holstering it, then knelt by the gnome. "You speak the common tongue? Tell me what's going on down here. What's all this machinery for, and where is the little girl?" He put particular emphasis on the last, staring straight into the gnome's eyes.
The older deep gnome nods slowly as he gingerly tries to stand, he smiles at Bukaru's magical kindness.
"Thank you. Yes, I speak the Surface Tongue. If you speak of the little human girl, then I'm afraid they just took her deeper into the tunnels. She has fire in her belly that one. Talks back to the hobgoblins," he says with a pained smile.
"They didn't like that. So they would beat her and then leave her to the insane human to heal, so they can do it again. Be careful of that one. She is a priestess of the Dark Stranger."
"I don't think she is their leader, but the hobgoblins are afraid of her. Other humans come down here sometimes, too. Not many. I think they work on the surface. I have no idea what they do though."
"The machines are for oil. There is a large supply here. Coal as well, but mostly oil. They are incredible. Use blend of magic and technology. Dig -- without digging. Built by Spoon."
He then digs around the corpses' bodies and finds a key. He uses it to open the doors, letting out a couple more deep gnomes.
"You killed Brogo's brothers. He will be vengeful. You should be careful." He is unaware that you killed Brogo already.
Dr. Miguelito Loveless |
Doc doesn't raise his hands, but he does slowly turn his palms towards the halfling and splay his fingers -- as much as is possible while still holding onto the cane in his right hand -- to show he's unarmed.
"Miss," he calls out firmly, "I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing, but I'd strongly advise you to lower your weapon. We're not murderers."
He cuts his eyes towards Gulch and mutters, "Well I'm not, anyway."
He raises his voice again. "The murderers -- or rather, what's left of them -- are here behind this boulder, from where they just tried to ambush and murder us." He slowly and unthreateningly lifts his cane and points past her. "And if you look around out that way you might turn up a few bits of lead to support that statement. The matching casings are here on the ground."
"We came upon that body." he says as he swings the cane to point at it, "same as you -- and when we stopped, we were attacked."
"Now, keeping that crossbow at the ready would be wise, as there might be other threats about... but kindly stop pointing it at us!"
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Yeah, diplomacy ain't the doctor's bag.
Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
What's the DC on that Knowledge:religion check?
Satisfied with the gnome's answer, Ben nodded and stood up. "Brogo won't be troublin' you any longer. He's takin' a dirt nap." Eyeing the passle of gnomes, he added, "If any of you-all is feelin' vengeful in the slightest, we could sure use some information on what's waitin' farther in. What's the layout of these here tunnels? Where can we find the girl and the priestess? Are there more of Brogo's kin workin' down here? Where might they be?" Glancing at Mal's departing back, he said with exasperation, "And make it quick. Some of us are in a damn hurry to meet up with the undertaker."
Bukaru d'Banzai |
"I would like to remind all of you (hoping Mal is still within earshot) that I can do little else at this point than heal you of your wounds several more times. But I am anxious to rescue the child as soon as possible."
Rasp the Rogue |
DC 15. Knew I forgot something.
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Rasp the Rogue |
Loveless Mr Gulch clears his throat. "Deputy, I'm sure you remember me, don't you?"
"Oh, I know exactly who you are, you snake . Now put those hands up or there will be trouble! " she says scoffing.
He does so. "I assure you that there's no need for hostilities. The good doctor here is correct. The Sheriff was already dead and we were ambushed."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Deputy Bluefeather waivers for a moment but then finally drops her hand crossbow.
"Fine, but help me get his body on a horse, because I'll be damned straight to Perdition itself before I leave him here for the buzzards."
Just then you hear a cart approaching fast. It's kicking up dust like a storm. The deputy aims her crossbow, but then lowers it.
"Dagnabbit! It's Old Walther."
"The Undertaker," Gulch asks.
"He can smell death in the air or something. It's, well, creepy. He can only ever be too late though."
And sure enough he stops right next to you carrying exactly 4 pine box coffins in his cart. He hops off and begins dispassionately unloading the boxes.
Would the good Doctor like to get a word in?
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Dr. Miguelito Loveless |
"Baseless accusations, as you put it, seem to be the order of the day," Doc grumbles as he gathers the potions, leaving everything else be.
In low tones he adds, "If you're theorizing dopplegangers, Gulch, how do we trust these two... or anyone? Do you have a way to detect those atrocities?"
He eyes the sorcerer. "I'd question if I can trust you but, doppleganger or no, I already know the answer to that," he snorts.
wicked_raygun |
Loveless
"Oh, don't be so predictable, Doctor. It's very unbecoming. And. no. I don't know of anyway to detect a doppelganger."
"Wait? A dop-a-what-zit?" the Deputy asks.
"Doppelganger. It's a monster that can mimic people. Very dangerous. I saw someone wearing the sheriff's face before I found him here dead."
"What?!"
"Indeed. We should probably get back to town?" Gulch answers drolly.
The three mount up and ride hell bent for leather back to town.
Cue 3 Amigos song.
Dr. Miguelito Loveless |
"I'm a scientist, Gulch. Predictability and repeatability are cornerstones of science."
"I would say I'm sorry my manner annoys you," Doc says with a smirk as he climbs onto Appie's back, "but I don't deal in falsehoods."
Mallory Lewis |
Have those of us down below died yet? Did Bukaru marry a Hobgoblin? Has Leland's contraption gone rogue? Was I forced to eat Ben after a cave in (and 10 minutes without food)? The possibilities are endless.
Rasp the Rogue |
Yeah, sorry, guys, weekends suck for my posting lately. But I should have time tonight.
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Leland Hopkins |
Leland
hp 16/16; AC 15/12T/13FF; CMD 11
+2F/+2R/+2W
Gizmo:
hp 11/19; AC 18 (20) (16)/12T/18FF; CMD 17
+4F/+5R/+0W
mage armour, charged
Surprise round
Letting out a steam whistle toot, Gizmo charges:
Claw 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage?: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Claw 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage?: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Rasp the Rogue |
Under Dry City
Gizmo tears into the Hobgoblin. He doesn't quite bring it down, but he does do heavy damage.
Leland 23
Hobgoblins 15
Mallory 9
Gizmo 9
Ben 7
Bukaru 5
Leland is up.
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Leland Hopkins |
Leland
hp 16/16; AC 15/12T/13FF; CMD 11
+2F/+2R/+2W
Gizmo:
hp 11/19; AC 20 (16)/12T/18FF; CMD 17
+4F/+5R/+0W
mage armour
Leland hustles towards the sound of gizmo's warning. Gizmo continues his assault.
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Claw 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
wicked_raygun |
Actually, I had put Gizmo on a different initiative. I forgot that I normally have him run on your turn. Oh, well, let's mess up some Hobgoblins.
Gizmo tears the face off the Hobgoblin, leaving him dying in agony. Unperturbed by their comrades demise, the other two moved in to flank the courageous and crafty construct.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Leland, you're very lucky that I decided to apply flank to the second hobgoblin. Or else that would have confirmed.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
The first hobgoblin manages a vicious attack, but the other can't quite get a good hit on him.
Everyone is up. Have fun.
Rasp the Rogue |
Yeah, I moved you guys closer to the action earlier. I'll retcon answers after the battle. Just be sure to nudge me again later.
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Mallory Lewis |
Double Move
Mallory continues down the hallway after Gizmo, moving past Leland and getting herself into position to blast the creatures. She raises her gun, fire in her eyes, and prepares for the fight.
Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
I see computer repair in my future. :(
Ben slunk along the wall with his hand on his gun, only drawing once he'd seen the new hobgoblins Gizmo was demolishing. He paused to see if the monsters had noticed the gunslingers' approach, or if a challenge would be necessary.
Rasp the Rogue |
The Hobgoblins are a bit preoccupied with Gizmo to notice the others. They both attack Gizmo. And one gets in a vicious hit.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Everyone up again. Gizmo HP 5/19
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Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
"Whew, and here I thought you lot were plenty ugly before that contraption set on you," Ben sneered, raising his weird pistol to take a shot at the other hobgoblin as he closed to prime shooting distance.
attack (into melee): 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 = 21
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 4
Leland Hopkins |
Leland
hp 16/16; AC 15/12T/13FF; CMD 11
+2F/+2R/+2W
Gizmo:
hp 5/19; AC 20 (16)/12T/18FF; CMD 17
+4F/+5R/+0W
Go, Go, Gizmo
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Claw2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Leland will draw and load his crossbow.
wicked_raygun |
One of the Hobgoblins takes a bullet and then is clawed. He bellows to his comrade, "Get 'em! I'll finish the kitty!"
He attacks Gizmo, but misses wildly.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
The other Hobgoblin recklessly abandons Gizmo to attack Mal. And brave Gizmo makes a single swipe at the fleeing Hobgoblin, raking his back severely.
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
But the Hobgoblin isn't down and so he charges into Mal with his sword, slicing her shoulder brutally.
Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Mallory Lewis |
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Mal gives the hobgoblin a look that would kill a lesser man, as her free hand clutches her shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Raising her arm despite the pain, she fires a shot at the hobgobin.
But misses. At point blank range. With a critical failure.
Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
That polecat's got it coming... but I don't want to be swarmed down here without backup.
Ben holstered his gun and, with the song of metal being drawn, pulled his shiny elven curve blade from over his shoulder. "This here's goin' in you," he promised the hobgoblin with a nasty smile as he circled around it, the blade weaving in the light. "Don't you shoot me, woman!" he added with a scowl at Mal.
Leland Hopkins |
Leland
hp 16/16; AC 15/12T/13FF; CMD 11
+2F/+2R/+2W
Gizmo:
hp 5/19; AC 20 (16)/12T/18FF; CMD 17
+4F/+5R/+0W
Go, Go, Gizmo redux
Claw 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Claw 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
He slices, he dices...
Rasp the Rogue |
Gizmo rakes the Hobgoblin to death. The other one decides to attack Ben, but misses wildly.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Everyone is up again.
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Mallory Lewis |
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
"Ain't worth the price of the bullet, Dalton." Mallory replies with a scoff as she takes another shot at the hobgoblin that wounded her.
Benjamin Alderly Dalton |
Ouch, that sounds bad. Get well soon!
curve blade + flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16
dmg: 1d10 ⇒ 4
"Woman, you're a pestilence on this earth," Ben snarled, slashing at the hobgoblin. "I've damn near got a mind to leave you to get stuck on this fellow's blade! How about it, ugly? You gonna cut on her? Maybe I'll let you live long enough to shut her up."