Kintargo's Ravens; a Hells Rebels Game.

Game Master Tark the Ork

Beorn checks around as well
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Paquen does the same as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Outside of a whole lot of garbage and nastiness the room contains nothing of wealth or interest.

Malgar looks sadly at the dead rats, then mutters a few words under his breath and looks about the room while the others search it. "...If this place is like this on purppse, I can see why it remained a secret. No sane Dottari would willingly go in here. Hm..."

He spends the rest of the time trying to pinpoint the source and direction of the sound and starts heading that way when they finish, only stopping to check for traps on any door or area just behind the door.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"You're the only one who got bit. Maybe the rats didn't like you," Litsy replies to Variel, quite sulkily. It's easy to guess she's still not quite over yesterday's arguing, but as Variel goes to assist Rexus, she doesn't insist.

She moves to the door to help Malgar check it for traps, and draws her rapier again in case something nasty I'd waiting for them on the other side.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

The combat seems to have broken Variel’s foul mood as he responds lightly to Tiny. Perhaps but I prefer to look at it the other way. I was the only one that worth taking a bite out of. or that they liked being that I am so personable. Perhaps they were scared the rest of you may be diseased. Variel waves his bandages hand in the air. Its all perspective.

No doubt they smelled the cheese sandwich you had and thought you were made of cheese.

Borgan smiles to himself as the others seemed to still be able to crack jokes while they are all in the middle of a room filled with rat droppings.

He moves towards the mad dwarf close to the door.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
"Hear anything? My sense of hearing isn't as keen as others is."

Borgan tries his ear on the door as well, but can't hear anything outside Litsy, Variel and Beorn making fun off of each other.

"When you're ready, Malgar." He holds his shield up in a defensive fashion.

Dirty salt and sawdust coat the floor of this gloomy hall. Bits of the wall masonry have been chewed or clawed away, revealing narrow, winding animal tunnels beyond. Steel rails are mounted in the ceiling, with a few lonely iron hooks dangling from them roughly 12 feet high. A pile of stained pillows and moth-eaten blankets lies in a ten-foot-square depression in the floor to the northwest.

"Ugh!" Paquen exclaims dispiritedly.

She goes to toss the bedding with the tip of her rapier to see if anything is beneath or within it.

"Watch your backs as you look around. Pipes player creep has to be around here somewhere."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

No doubt they smelled the cheese sandwich you had and thought you were made of cheese.

"Or they just smelled his socks-that'd smell like old cheese," Litsy hops on the joke bandwagon, but this time her tone is more teasing and light-hearted than sullen.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Bleh! Hey Rex, your contact didn't give you a meeting point beside 'inside the creepy, abandoned building'? Nothing about 'I' ll wait beyond the rats' nests, find me next to the pile of crappy blankets?"

Borgan and Tiny are you calling me a cheesy individual? Even if the rats did smell cheese it is mine and nacho’s. Maybe they were afraid of some Muenster back here. Ok enough with the goud(a) cheese puns.

When the door is opened and they see the next room Variel gives a small sigh. At least we know how the rats got in here through the tunnels and it doesn’t smell as bad in here or I am getting used to it. Variel goes about helping Paquen search the room.

Aid perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

are the pipes still playing or did they stop when we entered?

pipes stopped upon entering room. Initiatives please as the vomit possums attack.

Init 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Vomit possums? You got to be kidding me. This doesn’t even sound like a good a idea at this point. First sewage, then hit by dire rats, now vomited upon by possums…who wrote this mod?

Huh?

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Wait, a minute, surely that's a joke, right? There's no such thing as a vomit possum... is there? :')

Init...?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Would they be worse than adolescents blackbelt capybaras?

Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Variel seems to mistake Beorn and Borgan. Well we both are followers of Shelyn so...

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Obviously the writer is someone who thought that it's not a real AP if the PCs are not violently throwing up by page 4 :P

Oops sorry Borgan. Yes it was Beorn. Indeed Tiny.

When I was playing Council of Thieves, the whole party barfed each other once.

Im afraid I misspoke.

As Paquen flips the blanket she finds a chaotic pile of shiny objects and a pair of very angry and tiny creatures vaguely shaped like humanoid possum. As they cry out in anger at their disturbance the holes in the walls become disturbed as a number of similar creatures wriggle their way out of their burrows and spreading their arms glide angrily toward the group teeth gnashing.

They're flying vomit possums.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Heroes 9.16
Critters 15.43

Ranged Touch Attacks
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Borgan 1d4 ⇒ 3
1d20 ⇒ 2 Beorn 1d4 ⇒ 3
1d20 ⇒ 8 Rexus 1d4 ⇒ 2

Chewing Paquens Ankles
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
1d100 ⇒ 63
1d100 ⇒ 39

From the south magical energy pulses and Beorn, Tiny and Variel suddenly find the previously dusty floor covered in some disgusting affluent that makes footing incredibly tricky Reflex save DC9 or fall prone. From the east and south two of the creatures glide forth towards the group. Opening their mouths a foul fluid erupts further threatening to cover the group in disgusting vomit. Borgan takes the worst of it some of it even getting into unfortunate places. Borgaqn makes a Fortitude save DC11 or be nauseated for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds. Those on the floor leap upon Paquen biting any exposed flesh they can find though their small size and relatively blunt fangs make their attack more shocking and painful than particularly dangerous. 2 Non-Lethl

Heroes up. Map updated.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Borgan gets some of the foul stuff in his mouth and immediately starts coughing and spitting as much out again as possible.

"Gah.. That bile... one of the worst thing spossible..."
Luckily he manages to keep his stomach from churning and spitting up his own vomit with it.

Are these creatures flying on a height where we could reach them or do we need ranged attacks to be able to hit them?
Also considering I wasn't fully healed yet, even after a night's sleep. I believe I'm at 5/15 hp

They're reachable. They can get out of said reach but for now they're not out of it.

Borgan moves further up towards the north to protect Rexus from any attacks from the northern creature, then strikes with his mace before it flies away.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 1 = 161d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13

My goodness! We tempted fate and were answered with exactly what we were most afraid of!

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Beorn manages to artfully dodge out of the nastiness and moves to stand next to their perhaps unhinged dwarf friend and fight side by side with him.

reflex 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Variel thanked the gods above and especially Cayden for the fact that the flying vomiting possums did not spit upon him first. The fact that they targeted Borgan was blessing. He didn't need that after being bit by the rats. It was bad enough that the ground below him was slippery but he managed to keep his feet. Moving due west he went after the thing that put the grease spell below him.

charge 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"WHAT ARE THESE?!" Litsy screams, almost hysterical, as vomit splashes around her. She chases blindly one of the flying monstrosities across the room, thankfully remaining sure-footed on the now slippery floor. From the corner of her eye, she catches movement, and strikes at the possum with surprising accuracy, impaling it on the tip of her rapier as it tries to get away.

Move Action: 25 ft
Standard Action: Attack

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Critical?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

My goodness! We tempted fate and were answered with exactly what we were most afraid of!

"...You mean these critters are tiny barbers!? NOT ON MY WATCH!" Malgar yells, and attacks the closest living target before it shaves him!

attack, flank or charge +2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

He attacks the possum thing in a flank with Tiny if her target is still alive. If not, he charges the one tp the southwest of Beorn instead.

Paquen yelps at both the critters and the biting. It's more like pinching than biting but it still hurts.

She jumps back and starts trying the skewer the one down by her feet.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Malgar
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Variel
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Paquen
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Paquen
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Variel touch

Borgan and tiny have no issues swatting thw tiny creatures from the sky. Paquen struggles against her assailants, variel swings at air and despite the solid hit of Malgars rapier the hide of the creature is a little tougher still. Rexus pinches his nose and holding his breath and keeping hia mouth throughly sealed he moves over to Borgan and touches him lightly on the shoulder. For an instant Borgan can see briefly into the future noting all the moves and defenses of his allies and his enemies. +1 insight bonus to attack rolls, saving throws and skill checks for 1 round.

The critters in the meanwhile opt for the direct approach pouncing on those closest to them and attempting to gnaw their foes to death. Malgar and paquen take 1 nonlethal.

The one vomit possum unengaged does what it does best and spews a stream of stomach contents in Variels general direction to the amusement of all vomit possums involved.

Group is up.

Borgan, looks back to Rexus in surprise.
"You amaze me, sir Rexus, I didn't take you for the magically inclined. Thanks." He says with a quick nod and hurries over to Paquen to help her out with her vomit possum.

Attack, Power Attack, Rexus's Blessing: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 1 + 1 = 181d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Malgar continues the... uh... desperate struggle against these tiny pests. "Beorn, ye catch it from the rear end!"

attack, Studied target, Flank with Beorn +2?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

In the general chaos and struggle, nobody's taking a second look at Litsy.

Which is a shame, otherwise they'd be treated to quite a scene, the self-professed jack-of-all-trades tries to figure out how to remove a skewered, dead possum from her rapier.

It involves a lot of "ews" and shaking the blade around uselessly, before she finally figures out that she can use her foot to make the tiny corpse slid off her weapon.

Can't see the map, so I'll let you move Litsy along and roll attack rolls if necessary GM

Again Variel thanked Cayden Caylien for the gift of not being vomited upon. Hopefully he could press the advantage and eliminate one of the pests and be able to move on to the next.

Imbued weapon 2-handed 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 for 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Clearly Cayden was laughing at him and having fun at his expense. Malgar, I need a drink after this. You have one for me?

Let us be dance partners, good dwarf! Beorn dashes up and smites the odious rodent.

Sword,Arcane Strike,Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 61d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Paquen continues trying to dance away from the critter to keep it off her legs while trying to run it through.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

As their numbers are thinned further the remaining vomit possums flee into the holes in the walls.

Litsy rips up another piece of cloth to clean her blade from the blood and the vomit of the possums. She now has uneven trouser legs.

"That was my the best trousers I had," she mumbles, looking at what was at best worn-out rags before the battle with sad eyes. "I hope your contact isn't far away, Rex. This place's no good for my stuff."

Rexus sahkes his head frowning at the poor state of his nice boots. "Why would she be down here? We're looking for the old silver raven hideout and whatever they had stashed down here. Though I'll be honest I'm wondering much the same."

Thankful for the puking possums to flee Variel is nevertheless ashamed that he was completely inept at striking the little rodents. He is brought back from the idea of chasing them down by Tiny and Rexus talking. Just how long has this place been thought to be last used by the Ravens? This place looks like it hasn’t been even glanced at in over 2 decades. Even if we do find something valuable down here it would take months to turn this place back into a usable hideout again.

"I think the Ravens go back more than just a couple of decades? I for one am not in favor of doing anything more here than getting the stuff and getting back out."

Paquen is starting to go from doubtful to grumpy about the place.

Rexus nods at Paquens comment. "From what I understand they were destroyed by the end of the civil war eighty years ago. But." Rexus smiles as he gestures towards the locked gate at the southeastern edge of the room. "Whatever misfortune befell them clearly didn't reach here. It's not like the House of Thrune to leave even a trace of their enemies. Who knows what we'll find if we but harden ourselves and press forward?"

His smile and bravado fades as the discordant, sorrowful pipe music drifts from the darkness beyond the gates.

"A quick death?" Litsy suggests wryly, approaching the gate precautiously.

Perception (traps): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Variel grunts his skepticism but still moves over to the grate and opens it after Tony gives the all clear. He also refreshes his dancing lights spell and sends it in ahead to light the path for everyone else.

Seems we have a hidden music lover up ahead.

The gate is solidly locked but otherwise devoid of murderous intent.

"Yeah, that's what it must be. Music lover. Nothing funny ahead."

Disable Device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"I had initially thought that one of those vomit possums was able to play a set of pipes. Though now I've actually seen them, that's not likely."

Borgan looks on as Tinny tries to open the lock.
"Work your magic Tiny one. Let's see if there's any hope left for the city behind it."

While Tiny goes about picking the lock Variel searches the room again for a key or anything of value. He takes note of the shiny objects Paquen discovered and casts detect magic to sweep the room.