Becoming even more frustrated by his foe's blocks, Dieterich brings his shield up in a defensive position and and dives down to one knee, aiming his whirling flail at the thug's legs, hoping to bring him crashing down...
Trip Attack with Combat Expertise (1d20+5=23)
Naria is feeling nauseous but still manages to put some hurt on her foe, and Dieterich swipes his opponent off his feet.
Airlon is up, then the luckless thugs.
Naria is feeling nauseous but still manages to put some hurt on her foe, and Dieterich swipes his opponent off his feet.
Airlon is up, then the luckless thugs.
Naria is feeling nauseous but still manages to put some hurt on her foe, and Dieterich swipes his opponent off his feet.
Airlon is up, then the luckless thugs.
Airlon unleashes another electrical ray, this time at the thug threatening Naria. "Who else wants to get fried!"
Ranged touch attack roll = 14+4-4=14
Damage = 1d6+1= 6
Airlon has a hard time trying to avoid hitting Naria, so the thug easily dodges the electrical bolt.
Torrent takes a hit for 4 points of damage while Ellantera suffers 6 points. Dieterich's opponent is trying to rise . Despite being groggy Naria still manages to evade her foe.
You're up.
Airlon has a hard time trying to avoid hitting Naria, so the thug easily dodges the electrical bolt.
Torrent takes a hit for 4 points of damage while Ellantera suffers 6 points. Dieterich's opponent is trying to rise . Despite being groggy Naria still manages to evade her foe.
You're up.
The "luckless thug" knocks Ellantera out with a well-placed blow.
Realising things are not going so well Naria trys to knock the wind out of her current opponent
Attack
When it is Airlon's turn he will cast Daze on the thug trying to whack Naria.
Audric once again attempts to club one of the soldiers with his staff.
Dieterich's opponent again narrowly manages to parry the blow. Torrent finally manages to land a powerful blow and her opponent collapses in a heap. Airlon's magic confounds one of the thugs and Audric's staff strikes true at Ellantera's foe - but now you've got his attention.
Dieterich is up.
BT:
BT:
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Dieterich swings his flail at the staggering thug again, but misses.
Finding themselves outnumbered and outgunned, the thugs lower their weapons. One even tries an uncertain smile. "OK, mates, let's call it a draw. If you just let us pick up our friends and leave, we won't bother you again." He gestures outside, where there seems to be a lot of commotion. "It sounds like we all have bigger problems than this anyway, what with the Ragesian bombs falling everywhere. And you're not really hurt, are you? Just a few friendly bumps. We don't have anything against you anyway, we just wanted the bounty."
Naria pauses mid punch swing "err what bounty?" she asks looking between her group and them still standing mid punch.
Naria pauses mid punch swing "err what bounty?" she asks looking between her group and them still standing mid punch.
"Unlicensed magic-users, luv. The Ragesians pay us a 100 gp per head, and that's a lot of money, you know." The thug pants and then smiles wrily. "So if you would just come quietly things would be better for everyone."
"I'm not a magic user you brain dead hick" The hand wavers slightly as if she is deciding whether she should go through with the rest of the punch or not.
"I'm not a magic user you brain dead hick" The hand wavers slightly as if she is deciding whether she should go through with the rest of the punch or not.
"So why don't you and your murderous friend [nodding at Dieterich] just leave while we bundle up your associates. We're sorry for the inconvenience, but this is standard procedure." The bandit spits out some blood and possibly a tooth.
"Is tossing a flaming corpse down a flight of stairs also part of your standard procedure? Because that doesn't really encourage us to come along quietly you know."
"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about. The bombs did that, not us. If the damned Ragesians hadn't taken out half our team you guys would be toast by now. Maybe it's not too late after all..."
"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about. The bombs did that, not us. If the damned Ragesians hadn't taken out half our team you guys would be toast by now. Maybe it's not too late after all..."
Without warning Airlon unleashes another electrical blast of energy at the thug who is speaking, hoping to catch him flatfooted.
Ray = 1d20=20 +4 =24
Damage= 1d6+1=3
"No one is taking my head or handing me over!"
Airlon's blast strikes the thug square in the chest and he winces, but his hold on his sap tightens.
"Alright, alright! Just kidding. Let us just pick up our fallen friends and we'll be out of here. But if it's not us, someone else is sure to be coming after you, and they won't be using nonlethal blows."
Torrent snarls at the bandits: "Just get out of here, you scum."
Naria takes the time to begin helping the injured on her side of the conflict up.
Dieterich snarls at the brigands, keeping his shield up as they exit the building, and glancing over at his friend, making sure he is still breathing.
Once the bounty hunters are safely out of the way, Torrent fingers her holy symbol and unleashes a couple of bursts of renewed vigor, healing everyone 7 points of damage (and 7 points of nonlethal damage), reviving Jace and Ellantera.
As the ruckus dies down you hear screaming and shouting outside. The Ragesian bombardment has plunged the town into chaos. Torrent curses. "We'd better get to Rivereye quick", she sighs, "before he panics and flees. I hope you have some good idea about how to get those uniforms so we can get out of here."
"I agree with Torrent that we need to get to Rivereye quick and get out of town even quicker. Posing as guards once we are ready to leave has merit. If we can't get enough uniforms perhaps some can pose as prisoners, or maybe Rivereye or some other sympathetic magic wielders can provide some arcane disguises"
What advancement rate are you using for this campaign? Being old school, I am not used to these 3.xx rules yet.
What advancement rate are you using for this campaign? Being old school, I am not used to these 3.xx rules yet.
As you leave the inn in search of Rivereye you can't help noticing that the city is in turmoil. The streets are starting to fill with panicking people, and though the bombing seems to have ended, there seems to be a battle going on at the west wall. Townsfolk rush about trying to put out fires or get to the shelter of temples, and soldiers hurry to their posts, slowed by the throng and chaos. All the while, bells ring urgent
warnings up and down the mountain pass.
As you try to make your way toward the rendez-vous, you pass a family in the streets. The father is burnt and barely standing, having run back inside his burning house to try to rescue his wife, whose unconscious and burnt body he carries. With his three children, huddled in coats and whimpering, the man croaks out cries for help. As you pass, the man finally collapses from exhaustion.
Will you help them?
Will you help them?
Naria stops in her stride and heads over to the family crouching down to looks over the father and mother. Unfortunately healing is not something she has ever generally good at so sends a glance to the rest of the group before turning to the three children
"Are you three okay?" she asks them
Naria stops in her stride and heads over to the family crouching down to looks over the father and mother. Unfortunately healing is not something she has ever generally good at so sends a glance to the rest of the group before turning to the three children
"Are you three okay?" she asks them
The oldest of the three children looks at you sadly. "We're not hurt", she says, "but our house burned down and now we have nowhere to go, and Mommy and Daddy are hurt badly. Mommy was trapped in the burning house and I think Daddy got burnt as he went in to get her out. Do you think they are going to die?"
Speaking softly: "Torrent, can you quickly check their parents and render any aid if possible. If nothing can help, we need to grab these kids and make a run to the rendezvous. We can't leave them here, but maybe the gnomes can help 'em."
Torrent nods softly and takes a wand from her belt. She speaks a word and the father stirs again, but the mother is too badly hurt, even if her burns look a little less grievous after Torrent's magic touches her.
"We can't bring them with us", Torrent says with a pained expression. "Do you think you can get to a shelter?" she asks the bereft family. Mutely they nod.
You watch them trot away toward the nearest temple, a little uncertainly. But then you have troubles of your own. [ooo]...but you get 35 xp each for your troubles.[/ooc]
As you pass a cluster of four-story buildings on fire and push your way through a crowd staring helplessly in dismay, suddenly you hear a crash from far above. A woman smashes out a window on the fourth floor and cries for help, screaming that she is trapped.
Can you do anything for her or will you press on?
Dieterich grits his teeth and pulls his shield out above his head, deflecting a coal dropping from a flaming building.
"Thrice-damned Ragesians... I didn't sign on for this!"
He turns his head quickly as the woman screams from her dangerous perch, and growls.
"Bloody hells... Jace, we got to get her out o' there. You all can still find us a way out of this bloody firestorm, but I'm goin' in to save that lady!"
Dieterich grimaces, pulls the light helm on his head over his face and barges into the burning building, his shield covering his upper body from the flames and ash.
Dieterich grimaces, pulls the light helm on his head over his face and barges into the burning building, his shield covering his upper body from the flames and ash.
The heat is overwhelming and makes Dieterich stop in his tracks as a burning beam comes crashing down. Going inside the building without protection would undoubtedly be fatal. There must be another way.
Naria looks around for anyway to reach or help the woman
Perception
1 d20 + 8=23
One of the adjacent buildings is not on fire, and you may be able to reach her from there. Or you could try to scale the wall or simply try to catch her in a blanket or something.
Looking around, Ellantera is overwhelmed by the mad rush of humanity. "Any ideas?"
A little old lady standing not far from you is wrapped in some sort of huge quilt, which may just do the trick, if you can convince the lady in question to part with it.
A little old lady standing not far from you is wrapped in some sort of huge quilt, which may just do the trick, if you can convince the lady in question to part with it.
"Dear lady, may we borrow your fine quilt for a moment? I believe its fine craftsmanship would allow us to catch yon stricken woman if she falls."
"Dear lady, may we borrow your fine quilt for a moment? I believe its fine craftsmanship would allow us to catch yon stricken woman if she falls."
The old lady is aghast. "Sure, my dear. Why on earth didn't I think about it. I'd never have been able to forgive myself if the poor creature should fall to her death. Now hurry dear. That poor woman doesn't seem to be able to hold on for long."
The lady unbundles herself from the quilt, showing several layers of clothing underneath. Either she is very susceptible to chills or she's carrying all she owns. Or both.
The lady helps you clear an area beneath the burning building and spread the quilt on the ground.
1d20+6=18, 1d20+6=8, 1d20+6=13, 1d20+6=18
"Here, sir, if you can pause a moment and take this corner of the quilt. Yes, just like that, thank you."
"Sir? Please help us, yes, just like this gentleman."
etc.
"Dietrich, Jace, this has much safer than running into the burning building - please give it a chance."
Aid Another roll for Strength check: 1d20+2=16
Aid another for Str check