Ragnar Deathspeaker |
Ragnar follows Krystae, but is absolutely awful at staying hidden.
I take ten for a 9 on stealth...
Droviz |
Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
"Yeah, I thought as much," Droviz sighs as he unslings sword and shield -- and slashes at the birds. "Trained, are they? Or aren't they proper birds? Should I be using cold iron?"
Greatsword attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 for 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7 damage.
Krystae Stormcrow |
My phone doesn't like rolld20 so I cannot really see the map... So if my actions don't make sense, then I'll fix it later tonight.
Krystae lashes out at the murder with her spear! Hoping to catch the birds off balance...
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Elen Emerwen |
"You shall be large and mighty in a moment, friend Ragnar," Elen calls to him in Elven. Enlarge Person is a 1 round cast. Krystae, I don't think our current encounter is on Roll20. When I go there and join this game I see a map but none of our characters.
Keolin Portara |
I only am using roll20 where it seems to significantly help things run smoother- a lot of these encounters work fine in a more abstract fashion; when we are inside a dungeon it matters more where people are standing so I use it more for that purpose.
Droviz kills one of the ravens... but there are so many...
Krystae's spear misses the nearest ravens. The ravens swarm over the now exposed Ragnar, pecking at his eyes.
swarm damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Ragnar reflex Save vs special attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Ragnar is blinded by the vicious ravens as his eyes are scratched and raked.
blindness duration: 1d4 ⇒ 2
The blindness lasts for 1d4 days or until healed with remove blindness/deafness or a successful DC 20 Heal check.
Ragnar is now enlarged. The PCs may each act now.
Ragnar Deathspeaker |
Blind, hurt, angry, Ragnar felt lost and alone. He was massive and powerful but within him he was still that lost child who'd had his entire future stolen.
He bellowed like a wounded animal, lashing out with flailing arms, unable to do anything but frighten the flock.
Intimidate to Demoralize the swarm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Droviz |
"Anytime you want to throw a bomb at this lot would be champion, Prof!" Droviz shouts as he swings at the swarming ravens. "A really BIG bomb, for preference! Blast 'em out of the sky!"
Oh, for a scroll of Burning Hands. >_<; Attack roll 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 for 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5) + 3 = 10 damage.
Crit threat. Rolling to confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 for double damage.
Krystae Stormcrow |
Krystae growls in frustration at her inability to harm the swarm of ravens. She lashes out again, this time in anger, as she hears Ragnar howling like a wounded child. "Ragner, cover your eyes!"
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Elen Emerwen |
Elen uses the wand to heal Ragnar's wounds, and tries to treat his eyes.
Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
"Does that help? Can you see better, friend?" she murmurs to him in Elvish.
If the treating of the eyes will take more than a minute, I'll have to do it later, I think.
Ragnar Deathspeaker |
Id always planned on Ragnar becoming the pathfinder version of Odin. This seems like a great opportunity to further that...
Elen's ministrations cleaned the blood away from Ragnar's eyes. The left one had deep cuts where the bird's claws had opened him from brow to cheek. The right one was simply gone, plucked away by a savage beak.
The big man was surprisingly calm now that the birds were gone. His ragged breath slowed to its usual barely there pace as Elen carefully worked. He blinked, trying to focus. He kept opening and closing his right eyelid. It drooped and leaked bloody tears without an eye behind it to hold it taught.
"Better. Thank you. Cannot see with this one. Hurts."
Elen Emerwen |
Awesome!
Elen winces and mutters, "I'm afraid that's because there's no eye there to see with anymore, Ragnar. One of those cursed birds plucked it out. Come on, we'll have to go now, but hold this cloth to it when you can. I'll pack it with clean bandages when we get to stop."
Ragnar Deathspeaker |
Ragnar winced a little and sighed. "Does not hurt like it should. Nothing does here. Not sure why."
He stood solemnly and started trudging forward, holding the cloth to his face.
Tulo, Ragnar's Eye |
From the grey sky a black shape returned, another dark bird.
It was Tulo, the former familiar of Khor Norland, who's spirit had joined Ragnar's entourage. The bird had become lost in the flock, but returned now to land on Ragnar's broad shoulder. It had an in it's beak. It laid the gruesome trophy down in the yeti pelt.
"I got it back." the bird squawked.
Ragnar Deathspeaker |
"Thank you." Ragnar rumbled with no hint that that the bird speaking was in any way strange. "It is too late now though. The red threads have been severed."
Droviz |
"Weeeell, I wouldn't necessarily say that," Droviz says. "A bit of magic could probably make it work for you. You know, put it in amber, maybe hang it over the socket on a chain?"
Drow use creepy magic. ^^;
Droviz |
Droviz blinks at the talking raven, then speaks on without breaking stride: "Well, I guess you could use the same magic on the bird now it's swallowed your eye. You'd just need a bigger chain to keep it in place."
Krystae Stormcrow |
LMAO!
Krystae grimaces at the awkward and morbid exchange between Ragnar, Tulo, and Droviz... She absently taps the butt of her spear into the snow three times. "We must hurry to the tower then. We can afford no more delays." She says to Nadya. "Which way from here?"
Keolin Portara |
Nadya agrees with Krystae. "I will take you there directly." She leads the party on a less-used path that arcs around the nearby village of Waldsby, passing it on the north east side, under a set of icy cliffs. Though you only see it from a distance, the village has an uncanny resemblance to Heldren, the village in Taldor you came from, right down to the location of each of the buildings.
Though you are careful to avoid being noticed, you do get close enough to the town to see a bit of smoke coming from one of the homes. Nadya realizes after you point it out that it is her home on fire, with a dozen soldiers standing guard around it as it burns. An icy resolve takes over her, but she says little and continues to lead you to the pale tower. After four more hours, you come over an icy ridge and get a better view.
Sharp winds whistle across this stark white plain, stinging the eyes along with the near-blinding rays of the reflected sun. A great eruption of frozen ice rises in the distance—an imposing pale tower crowned with icicles spearing into the sky. Seemingly born of the land itself, an unbroken circular wall of ice guards the tower’s base, with no means of entrance visible. High above, a large gash opens in the tower’s bowl-like crown, ringed in icy spikes and split by a massive plane of ice resembling an inverted crescent moon.
Feel free to make any preparations you like. Once you advance closer to the tower I will get a map up on roll20.
Ragnar Deathspeaker |
Ragnar seemed confused the men standing guard over the burning home. "Why they not put out fire? They only watch."
Havelock Iacton |
As they approach the tower, Havelock makes a quick inventory check.
Two untapped phial left, four bombs and the mutagen. I think that there will be more fighting, so the mutagen will be a great boon.
I am tired of hiding in the back...
Elen Emerwen |
Elen walks lightly over the snow in her snowshoes, wearing a warm cloak in order to not give away to any watchers the fact that the frigid wind feels like a gentle spring breeze to her frost-infused flesh. "Any idea what we're facing here, Nadya?"
Droviz |
"Meat for the chopping-block," Droviz says, grimly, as he readies his greatsword and shield. "An endless winter is not worth living."
Krystae Stormcrow |
Krystae stares at Waldsby in confusion as she seems to recognize her home. "I... Don't understand. How is this possible?" When they notice Nayda's burning home, the young inquisitor moves to intercede, yet stops as the woman indicates she is more concerned with saving her daughter. An understandable notion; Krystae would let her own home burn if it meant saving her father. At that thought her fingers brush absently across the raven feathers on her necklace.
I need to change Krystae's stats! I forgot we had a night's rest!
Keolin Portara |
Sharp winds whistle across this stark white plain, stinging the eyes along with the near-blinding rays of the reflected sun. A great eruption of frozen ice rises in the distance—an imposing pale tower crowned with icicles spearing into the sky. Seemingly born of the land itself, an unbroken circular wall of ice guards the tower’s base, with no means of entrance visible. High above, a large gash opens in the tower’s bowl-like crown, ringed in icy spikes and split by a massive plane of ice resembling an inverted crescent moon.
The entire tower gives off a strong evocation aura.
Roll20 is updated.
As you approach closer, Nadya implores you to save her daughter, and says she will wait out here and guard the sleds so you can make a quick getaway.
As you move closer, A trampled path of snow, heavily tracked by footprints and sled trails, ends abruptly at an opaque wall of ice. Carvings and ancient glyphs depict only the semblance of a gateway on its surface.
The outer wall is 25 feet high. There are three guards on top of the gate; they do not yet seem to be aware of you. You are 100 feet away right now.
Krystae Stormcrow |
Krystae examines the tower from a distance. "Is there anyway we might be able to approach the tower unseen?" She spots the strange "doorway" and sighs. "Not that it would do us much good anyway. What was is that Nadya was bringing here?"