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Gay Male Inhuman

So do we have a plan? Any preparations you want to make in the bucket?

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Did we get the other player

He's working on a PC now, but has been delayed by long workdays.

Gay Male Inhuman
Yridhrennor Arahaelon wrote:

Cautiously, oh so very cautiously, Yridhrennor backs away and heads to his compatriots to warn them of the danger.

[dice=knowledge Planes]1d20+11

Yridhrennor slips away without being noticed.

Knowledge: Planes:

Yridhrennor recognized the demons as babau, stealthy assassins. They had a preternatural sense that guided their blows to vulnerable spots, the kind of thing that mortal assassins trained for years to master. While generally hard to harm, their many defenses can be pierced by blessed weapons and those of cold iron. Their acidic coating could do great harm to weapons, or anyone foolish enough to strike the babau with a bare hand.

Gay Male Inhuman
Caitlyn Weissman wrote:
Is there anywhere we could run to if we wanted to play hide and seek?

There are places you could lose yourselves, yes. You'd have to shake the draconians, but the area gets gives plenty of spots to break line of sight and go to ground.

Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:
I assume Jakun sees none of this...

Yeah, the distance is working against him.

Gay Male Inhuman

Sorry for the delay.

Unseen, Yridhrennor made his way up the stairs. On the Gray Garrison's second floor, he found a long hallway. There a pair of emaciated demons, horned skeletons with a layer of greasy leather stretched over their bones, stood over the bodies of a few freshly-slain cultists. Each held a lengthy spear, using it to mutilate a corpse as they chatted with one another.


"Love when they run."[
"Always surprised. See the face on mine?"
"Shame they didn't scream so much, though."
"Not like those crusaders..."
"The righteous have the best screams; it's true."
"Think we should tell Jeslyn?
[b]"And ruin our fun? I can practically smell them below. Let them past, she dies, we get the reward for killing them."

They had their backs to Yridhrennor.

And they're with Y on the new map.

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Is Goldmoon with us?

Yes she is.

Gay Male Inhuman

The gully dwarves went to work and everyone, save Jakun, began sinking through the floor. The bucket swayed and jerked every now and then as the Aghar operated the mechanism. Soon a courtyard paved in broken cobble appeared below. Walls sagged in toward streets running off in three directions. Against the northern wall stood a ten foot high wicker dragon, a large metal plate hanging from its chest. Two robed figures stood near it, one holding a large clapper. About them milled near to a dozen brass-scaled draconians. None seemed yet aware that more than gully dwarves came slowerly nearer to them.

You're about 60 feet up from the ground right now.

Gay Male Inhuman
Theran, Clan Silverlight wrote:
He smiles, "Then let's get knocking." He'll head back to get the ram with Steave.

A generous, if loud, application of the battering ram threw open the barred door. It flew open to reveal a fair-sized room empty save for a smashed sideboard and stairs ascending to the second floor.

Gay Male Inhuman
Thistletorp Babblebrook wrote:
Thistletorp scuttles down, blades drawn, hiding in the shadows of the bucket

Being sure I understand the plan: Everyone in the bucket, Thistletorp hiding, and all down together. Right?

Gay Male Inhuman

Yridhrennor came to the door to the west and listened closely at it. Hearing nothing and spell-cloaked, he tried to swing it open. The door proved barred against him.

Gay Male Inhuman

Does Y prefer the east or west door?

Finished Taylor over the weekend. It really picked up toward the end but I was still frustrated with how much it was really a history of slavery in the War of 1812. The preamble is decent, but I felt like the tailing edge going out to 1832 existed mostly in the subtitle. Great book, but not what I wanted it to be.

Presently auditioning Merril Peterson's The Great Triumvirate, which bills itself as kind of a triple political biography of Henry Clay, Daniel Webster, and John C. Calhoun. There is no good political biography of Clay, which is a bit amazing. I'm not sure if I care for it or not, but it came highly recommended for getting a feel for how the men and their party system operated. Would dovetail very well with my ongoing project to push my knowledge deeper backwards and get me out of this Early Republic rut I've been in.

And Door Number Two: Walter Johnson's Soul by Soul, which is a microhistory of the New Orleans slave market. Johnson gets huge points for writing s#~@ right in the introduction. No apologies or qualifiers. No hand-wringing about undinified language. He just says s@~@ when he means s@@+. Hundreds of people would be crammed into these rooms, sometimes for days on end. They didn't leave behind feces or waste to cover the floor. They had s@*@ up to their ankles. It was a damned dirty, ugly business that earned dirty words.

Which all goes to say that I'm clearly going to read Johnson and save Peterson for some other day. :)

Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:

Jakun grimaces at the Gully Dwarves' words, "I will stay up here and assist with the crank then use my magic to glide down to the rest of you. Goldmoon, may I have my hat back? I will use it to take the appearance of these Dragon Men in case another patrol comes as I am lowering the rest of you down".

** spoiler omitted **

Re: New Person:
He has. PMed him back last night.

As the Companions began to pile into the large pot, and Jakun reclaimed his hat, a gong sounded from below.

"That means they want the bucket," the gully dwarf said.

Gay Male Inhuman

A gully dwarfess stepped forward, "You get in the one pot. We get in the other one. Crank cranks. Simple!"

Then her eyes fell on the large, dead ogre. "Or not. But we can crank too! We did it before them!"

Gay Male Inhuman

The crusaders found a desecrated temple. Blood and filth smeared the floor. Six white stone statues of crusading heroes lined the hall, each clawed, bloodstained, broken, and otherwise defaced. At the far end, a raised dais held an upturned alabastar altar. Sitting atop the upended altar was a hideous mass of severed limbs, stitched together in an insectoid shape. Before the dais, ratty bedrolls lay on the floor.

A pair of cultists, their eyes mad with fright, charged the crusaders. Their madness made their attacks wild and drove them past all caution, making them no real threat. In only moments they were slain.

Gay Male Inhuman

Handwaved a bit of NPC Gavin's movement.

Ogre: 17, T8, F17
Draconians: 17, T10, F17

Round 1
His magic spent for the moment, Jakun lowered his horns and charged. He came to a hard stop against the ogre's thigh, horns neatly bracketing the limb but leaving it unharmed.

Gavin rushed up behind him, shouting a challenge as he rushed ahead. His enlarged strides covered the ground in an instant and the ogre-sized man cut deep into the actual ogre. The huge brute howled piteously and threw up its arms to shield its head.

Caitlyn too closed the distance, moving in a flowing series of flips and dodges that brought her into the ogre's shadow. She leaped up, pivoting in the air and bringing her foot into the ogre's small ribs. It staggered for an instant as she recovered, then collapsed with a satisfying thud, sprawling half into one of the shafts in the floor.

Mariel joined the advance, swinging her mace at a draconian. The last foe standing brought up his blade a moment too late to parry and reeled under the blow.

Thistletorp came forward, blades drawn, and accosted the same draconian: "Hiya! I'm Thisteltorp Babblebrook! Pleased to meetcha! You were really mean to my friends and tried to hurt them. I can't have that. So, poke... poke poke.. poke.... poke." Two pokes left the draconian, like the ogre, sprawled on the floor and a threat to no one.

And that's all of 'em.

Gay Male Inhuman

Received word from Gavin that RL doesn't permit him to focus on games at present. Sorry to see him go, but life happens. :(

Seems we'll have two open spots then. I'll knock out the round tonight and then see about dressing up a recruitment post updated to present circumstances.

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
I think that recruiting might not be a bad thing to replace the 2 and to utilize them in when it makes sense. How long of a time would you give Gavin to respond?

As it's been a month and I've called on him in the thread too, I think I'll give it a couple of days.

Gay Male Inhuman

Steave found a wide hallway that he recalled used for musters in better days. It had a few overturned chairs and other indications of recent flight, but was otherwise unremarkable.

Gay Male Inhuman

Hi everyone.

I've shot Gavin a PM. His last post here mentioned RL heating up, a bane we all suffer from time to time.

Provided he's not back in touch, my immediate plan is to muddle along. I'll NPC him until there's a good chance to write him out, likely with some kind of ambiguous disappearance so if he does come back later we can pop him right back in.

This would leave us with four PCs: Thistletorp, Mariel, Jakun, and Caitlyn, which isn't a bad lineup, really. In the medium term it would work out to the standard fighter/cleric/rogue/mage set. Caitlyn is mighty fighty, so the party wouldn't be without strong melee. Were it just up to me, I'd probably just go ahead as-is.

Games are always co-productions, though. I'm sensitive to changes in the party dynamic. The action economy runs a little less in your favor and an unlucky save taking Caitlyn out of the fight for a few rounds becomes a much more serious thing. Plus it's not quite the same to play the lone melee vs. playing one of two and there's likely knock-on effects for everyone else. The way the game works means there might end up being more pressure on Mariel and Thistletorp to adopt heavy melee roles that aren't in keeping with past expectations. That could be unfun. We all take our lumps, but it's no good if the game becomes consistently unappealing to anyone and I know from past experience that heavy turnover tends to kill online games.

If the sense of the group is that we should recruit someone new, I'm cool with that. If you'd like, we could go with two and replace Tania as well. I can write the new PC(s) in as recently-escaped prisoners, independent adventurers you happen to run into, or something on those lines. Let me know.

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
I would think so as well. Can we NPC him until we get back to Solace?

Going to take this to the Discussion thread.

Gay Male Inhuman

Thistletorp? Gavin?

Gay Male Inhuman

Sorry for the delay. The nineteenth century got in the way.

Steave opened the door through which the rat demons had surged and found the ruin of a museum beyond, the contents smashed and scattered across the floor. Even the shelves were torn down. The decapitated bodies of two knights, the armor and bodies broken and mangled, lay amid the debris. Steave recognized one of them by a distinctive tattoo on his arm. Isembart was a crusader he'd seen about town a few times, one of those stronghearted, reliable types that probably would never have made a great name for himself but was always at the heart of a strong unit.

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Whose turn is it?

It's the party's turn.

Gay Male Inhuman
Steave Rojerz wrote:

While everyone takes a breather, Steave looks for hidden evil.

Standard action to Detect Evil

Steave didn't detect anything, but he knows that the walls of the Gray Garrison are thick enough to block the magic.

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Looking at the map shouldnt the fighter be up closer? If he is larger than the rest of us we kind of need to know where he is so WE can maneuaver. Is the fighter still with us?

I'm unsure what's up with Gavin at present. Things seemed to be going well this round, so I just left him back. Easy enough to shuffle things around later. Also the post went through a couple of rounds of revisions due to being copied, saved, and put back up with rolls intact. So it was more appealing in the moment to leave Gavin be. :)

Started The Internal Enemy: Slavery and War in Virginia 1772-1832 by Alan Taylor. Taylor is widely regarded as some sort of inhuman monster for his ability to churn out large, good, and even readable books at such a prodigious pace. It's ok so far, but he leans on biography so hard, and with so little in the way of bridging, that the big picture tends to fade.

Gay Male Inhuman

Ogre: 17, T8, F17
Draconians: 17, T10, F17

Jakun stole forward, his approach lost in the low din that the aghar about continued to produce. Many looked at him as he passed, some turning away in fear and others watching curiously. He slipped into the room with the lift and cast a spell while the draconians were still gaping in surprise at the minotaur suddenly in their midst. Coruscating colors washed over the ogre and one draconian. The ogre shrugged it off, gaping dumbly, but the magic struck the dragonman blind and knocked him out cold.

Caitlyn rushed forward an instant later, trailing her hair like a banner as she flew into a rage. Her huge polearm thrust ahead and slashed deep into the nearer draconian. The dragonman let out a strangled cry as its flesh petrified, locking her weapon within.

Mariel advanced and took cover in one of the alcoves. Thistletorp darted ahead, giggling, and did the same.

Rules Stuff:

Let's get initiative:
Ogre: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Dracs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Total 33, Average 16.5

Caitlyn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Gavin: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Jakun: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Mariel: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Thistletorp: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 never flat-footed
Total 97, average 19.5
Advantage: Party.

Gavin is enlarged from pre-buffing.

DC 15 vs. color spray
Ogre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Drac: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 no love

Caitlyn needs a save. Ref DC 12
Caitlyn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 and her polearm is stuck in the draconian. It'll be free in this many: 1d4 ⇒ 4 minutes.

And the party is up again.

Gay Male Inhuman

Rat Demon ACs: 15 T10 F15, DR 5/cold iron

Round 7
Galin struck, badly wounding the prone rat demon as it slipped and scrabbled on the ground.

"They say not to hit a man while he's down, but you're no man, so I'm in the clear, I reckon," Abelard pondered, before bringing his blade down on the same demon and slaying it.

Steave leveled his own powerful blow, dispatching a second demon.

Undaunted by his pain, Theran pressed the attack. His earthbreaker struck sparks and boiling ichor flew, filling the chamber with the reek of sewage for a moment as the demon rotted to a thin slick of scum.

And you're all out of demons. Bummer, right?

Gay Male Inhuman


Gay Male Inhuman

Whoops. Started resolving and found I don't have a Gavin action. So...Gavin? You're enlarged thanks to Jakun.

Gay Male Inhuman

Resolution coming in the late afternoon or early evening.

Finally done with Mason's Slavery & Politics in the Early American Republic. It's about three hundred pages of stuff I already knew, which eventually got a bit arduous. The poor quality of the Kindle version (missing images, no hyperlinks on footnotes) definitely contributed, but he really lost steam in the prose too. The last chapter is an especially tedious exercise in recapping every sectional crisis between 1820 and 1860-1 in a frustratingly oblique way too. He could have done the same in a paragraph and managed much better.

Bigger problem is likely that he's tilting at some historiography that I already don't take that seriously and does so in favor of an interpretation that isn't that far from it. Want to skip the reading, here's Mason's argument:

While slavery politics have generally been treated as latent or not that important in the era between the close of the Atlantic slave trade and the Missouri crisis (sometimes even later) they were actually a major feature of national debate and popular attention, if one often that also had a strong element of ordinary partisanship. As such, the sudden eruption of the Missouri controversy ought not be understood as a sudden eruption at all but rather one a long time coming and greatly abetted by the collapse of the Federalist party into a New England sectional operation. All that antislavery argument wouldn't have gotten them anywhere, let alone been significant enough for some northern Republicans to get on board with them, were it not genuinely popular with the voters. And by the way, most of the major antislavery leaders of the later antebellum have Federalist connections.

But the entirety of this is contained in the standard account of how the Second Party system relied on partisanship as an alternative to slavery politics, built around marginalizing and impeding antislavery.

Gay Male Inhuman

Rat Demon ACs: 15 T10 F15, DR 5/cold iron

Round 6
His rage still upon him, Theran came to Galin's side and struck with his cold iron earthbreaker. Where it hit demon flesh, queer sparks flashed and gyred upwards to flicker and die against the ceiling. Through his fury, he knew that the demon would not withstand another such blow.

Steave came forward to the demons, shield raised high, as Galin's blade flashed again. This time, the demon was wary of it and shrank back with a throat-stretching noise equal parts chitter and howl.

Abelard joined the fray, leaving Yridhrennor well clear of reaching claws and cold steel. It made for a pleasant enough change and he used the breathing room to cast another spell. A new grease slick spread out beneath the demons. One fell on its back.

The demons left standing launched themselves at Theran and his impressive earthbreaker. He warded off the first, but the second slipped past his guard, biting deep into his forearm and clawing his flank. As Theran pulled free, his eyes could scarcely leave the hideous wound the demon's fangs left. An unnatural, soul-deadening doubt gripped him. Who was he to fight demons? What made him a crusader?

The last demon, maddened by its position in the ear, charged heedlessly forward through Abelard's blade, Theran's earthbreaker, and finally fell dead to the ground courtesy of Steave's longsword.

Rules Stuff:

Ref DC 16 vs. the grease.
Save?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Save?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Save?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 One down on his ass, marked with an exploding butt.

Fallen guy tries to rise.
Save?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 nope.

Other two go on the attack.
Vs. Theran
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 all misses

Vs. Theran again
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Claw: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

And a Fort DC 13 vs. the bite.
Theran: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Theran is mutilated, physically and spiritually. -1 to all cha-based checks for 24 hours.

Last demon moves in, AoOs all around.
Abelard: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 10 ⇒ (4, 3) + 10 = 17

Galin: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 miss
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Theran: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 hit
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (2, 2) + 10 = 14

Steave: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 hit
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

So there's no confusion: three demons left, one of whom is prone.

Gay Male Inhuman

Ok, wasn't sure if we were going to just bull on ahead and didn't want to prejudge anything. That said, here's some ACs:

Ogre: 17, T8, F17
Draconians: 17, T10, F17
And everyone's on the map now. The gully dwarves are making enough noise that you can assume surprise. Go nuts!

Gay Male Inhuman


Comrade Anklebiter wrote:
James M. McPherson--The Negro's Civil War: How American Blacks Felt and Acted During the War for the Union

I've got a copy of that about four feet from me right now. You're book-stalking me! :)

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Gay Male Inhuman
Galin Solatar wrote:

My rapier is actually cold iron, so I should be able to bypass their DR.

Galin lashes out at the demon who ran towards him,

I forgot. I'll fix it when I resolve the round and also accept the requisite spankings. I have been a bad, bad boy. :)

I come back to the thread and find out I missed a great post on child exposure. Well I've read it now.

Coriat wrote:
Now, on the cost side, it's not like you're springing for college tuition anyway. If it paid off to raise an infant born to slave parents to make a future slave (and we know from Roman slavery and other slave systems that it generally did) then the same holds for a foundling.

Or someone you just kidnap, which was a serious fear in the Antebellum South. Less so in free states, but I've seen quite a lot of references to it among free black parents below the Mason-Dixon. An adult might stand a chance of defending themselves (and might luck into getting killed in doing so) or raising a fuss that drew too many eyes, but kids were much more vulnerable. I don't know quite how realistic the fear was, but from the POV of the victim it doesn't really matter of the kidnapping took place in the context of a legal property transfer or some slaver just nabbing you off the side of the road. Kid's stolen either way and pretty near nobody will care enough to either look into it or set things right on the far end of the transfer.

Unless you're Solomon Northrup, but it took him twelve years to get loose. Had the incidental help of one of my favorite somewhat obscure Southerners too: Pierre Soule. Remarkably weird dude with what looks like a recent biography in French, but that's no help to me this long after high school.

Gay Male Inhuman

Rat Demon ACs: 15 T10 F15, DR 5/cold iron

Round 5
"This way is clear," Steave said as he returned to his companions. Seeing a lull in the fighting, Theran invoked the blessings of the moon to heal himself.

Abelard, unable to see distant foes, bided his time and hoped for a guide. "Good to know; I'll take your word for it. Where next?"

"Let's explore this way, I'll stay close enough so you can sense me," Galin said, carefully advancing as he did. Listening carefully, he discerned four separate voices amid the din that the unseen foes had put up.

Not content with what his ears could tell him, Yridhrennor bent time and space to appear beyond the blinded cultists. There he saw deformed, upright, ratlike demons with wicked talons and fangs. He knew them at once as abrikandilu, to whom the Abyss granted claws infused with pure chaos. They would mutilate what they touched, even unto the soul itself, and brought ruin to all that came in their grasp. The entropic power of chaos so suffused them that the demons could not bear the sight of their own reflections, which brought their being and nonbeing into conflict and produced ontological contradiction. An abrikandilu so confronted would do all in its power to destroy the reflection and eliminate the negation of self.

Yridhrennor flickered back to his previous spot before the demons could strike him.

Howling in hate, they surged forward and tore down the two cultists in a gory display hardly slowed by Galin slashing one as it pushed through the door. In an instant the demons went from an unseen, distant threat to one pressing close on the swordsman.

Rules Stuff:

Galin couldn't get inside the room to see the bad guys and remain in Abelard's sight range. I opted on the side of caution.

4 demons, two blind cultists. Y goaded the demons into charging in, which gives Galin a nice AoO vs. the first past him. The first two also kill the blinded cultists. NPCs don't have a right to dice vs. NPCs. :) If you want to question one later, there are other cultists that can have actually been unconscious instead of expired.

Galin AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21 hit
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 down to 2 from DR.

The other two rush up, but they have to move too far to get off attacks.

And you're up.

Gay Male Inhuman

Sorry for the delay. Map should be visible now. It's a little truncated for space reasons, but close enough. The ogre and draconians are marked. In the alcoves to either side of the approach are a fair number of gully dwarves, who you've already heard. Thistle got by them just fine, but he's a sneaky kender.

Gay Male Inhuman

I'll try to get a map up tonight for your planning convenience. Thistle has seen everything, after all.

Gay Male Inhuman


Gay Male Inhuman

Thistletorp stole forward at Caitlyn's suggestion, hardly needing to be told twice. He returned in short order, whispering excitedly.

"Hiya! There's a really neat lift elevator type thing down the way. It has big wheels hooked to this big chain with a pot on the end like for when you need to cook a whole lot of food. Like a whole cow, but I don't know who could eat a whole cow. Except a dragon. Oh! It could be for the dragon except the pot is too small for her. There's two holes and the chain goes down both, but only one had a pot on it. There's a big ogre by the wheels. Do you think he'd give me a piggy-back ride if I asked? I should go ask. And two of the dragonmen too, but they've had him all day. I should get a turn. I saw him so I'm first, but then the rest of you can go too."

I know I've gotten the voice wrong, but I tried.

Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:
Jakun points at the leader, "You, lead us to your Highbulp. No more delays!"

The gully dwarves quailed, but Tunket shuffled forward.

"Yes, mister horny-head," he said. He led the companions through the double doors, down a very short corridor, and into another domed room. The ceiling arched sixty feet above. Vines and moss dangled from great cracks therein. Slimy mold clung to the walls. At the room's center stood an empty pedestal, its top impossible to see from the floor. Just to the side of the doors, a circular staircase slick with green film plunged into the earth.

The stairs made for a steep climb. Three times Tunket slipped and fell forward. The companions came at length to a larger chamber. Its vaulted ceiling, though heavily reinforced, remained intact save for a few large cracks. A vast hall stretched out to the east, and there the floor buckled and gave way in several places. The dim light, filtering up from below, revealed that the passage went further east but other pits cut off the rest entirely. To north and south smaller corridors, these intact, drew away. Hot mists, carrying the odor of decay, rose near the holes in the floor.

Tunket turned from there down the south passage. As he did, he paused, "There's more dwarves here. We work the lift."

The corridor bent east, parallel to the broken path, and to either side opened in alcoves, each with a broken crypt inside. The sound of dwarven voices came from ahead for just a few moments before the report of a whip cut if off and a harsh voice called out, "Quiet, you maggots!"

Gay Male Inhuman
Mariel Uth Kaldar wrote:
Is there an apparent leader gully dwarf in the group?

Yes, Tonket.

Gay Male Inhuman

Cultist ACs: 13 T9 F13
Rat Demon ACs: 15 T10 F15, DR 5/cold iron

Round 4
Galin made to finish the last sighted cultist, but she slipped in the grease at just the wrong time and his blade struck the floor inches from her.

Seeing things well in hand, Steave moved to the party's left flank and looked about for new perils. He found himself in a room where hung defaced portraits of past crusaders. Two marble plasters lay smashed on the ground. Mud streaked the entire floor. But unless the discarded food and playing cards at the rooms table came to life, he saw no lurking foes.

Ignoring the pain of his late wound, Theran strode forward and brought his earthbreaker down in a blow worthy of its name. The cultist died in an instant.

Seeing Galin's poor luck with the cultist still on the floor, Abelard stepped up and cut her the rest of the way down with a practiced blow.

The two blinded women reached around and with some difficulty located both the door to their side and its handle, throwing it open and stumbling through. Inhuman roars from somewhere beyond greeted them. A human head sailed past one of the cultists, striking the wall to her side with a fleshy thud.

Rules Stuff:

Anyone who can fight and is present is dead or wasted their actions on some grisly amusements.

And you're up. There's something hostile in the room to the east, but it's not presently visible. But rather than get into a weird guessing game I'm going to put them at their present locations right now so you can figure out movement and so forth.

Gay Male Inhuman
Theran, Clan Silverlight wrote:
Sorry, I though I had posted

It's ok. I've forgotten or thought I had posted more times than I care to recall. :)

Abyss-tainted ACs: 16 T13 F13
Cultist ACs: 13 T9 F13
Dretch ACs: 14 T11 F14, DR 5/cold iron or good

Round 3
"Ok, not so bored. More like it," Abelard said, smoothly dispatching the last dretch that could see. Taking spare moment, he further healed himself.

With similar ease, Steave's fists brought down a pair of abyss-tainted men and left Yridhrennor again clear of foes.

Galin made to dispatch the last demon, but saw that he would need to advance into the blinding cloud of Yridhrennor's spell. He looked questioningly at the elf, who dismissed the spell with a gesture and a word. His way clear, Galin strode forward and slew the final spawn of the Abyss.

On the party's other flank, Theran slew the last Abyss-tainted man and drew up against a cultist.

The blinded cultists blundered about, groping toward the door to the east. The one still on the ground courtesy of Yridhrennor's spell tried to rise, failing. Seeing opportunity in her travails, Galin slashed across her shoulder, coming within an inch of her throat.

The lone able cultist still present drew back from Theran, putting her glaive's reach to work. Distracted by her comrades' plight and her suddenly solitary position, she failed to come near breaking through his guard.

Rules Stuff:

Did some stage directions to facilitate things with the glitterdust.

Two cultists left on the board who aren't blind. One is prone. She tries to rise.

Ref DC 15: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 nope. Provokes off Galin.

Galin AoO: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Last vs Theran: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 miss

And you're up.

Gay Male Inhuman
Jakun Stormhoof wrote:

Jakun grimaces, "Is there no more secret way to visit your Highbulp? I've no desire to fight past a dragon to meet a gully dwarf, I think its time you start showing us where we want to go little ones or else..."

Intimidate 1d20+8

"No secrets! None! We told you! Don't hurt us!" The gully dwarves made an unintentionally comic show of trying to hide behind each other, each in turn realizing that he'd come to the front and rushing to the back. A pair of fresh, familiar, and unpleasant smells filled the air about them.

Did you just want a guide? If so, feel free to pick one out. They're too afraid now to volunteer but one would come if chosen.

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