1310 PbP Gameday - Beggars Pearl - utopia0137 (Inactive)

Game Master utopia27

Faeranduil still has his ray of frost readied for any mite that shows its ugly face.

Falksat also stands ready to shoot the thing if it shows up on the top of the room.

Cesare continues his rousing tale of goblin-slaughtering. He readies his bow to shoot the mite should it appear.

Inspire Courage. +1 attack and damage rolls. +1 vs. Charms and Fear.

Ya, Theo closes in again, and takes the afore mentioned swipe

Torean advances on the blue fey, hoping to trap him in the corner. He swings his hammer again.

Attack(Bard): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13
Damage(Bard, 2handed): 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13

The mite leaps from the wall after Little Foot strikes home. It narrowly (oh so narrowly, including Rowanna's curse) avoids Torean's hammer. As it hits the ground, it rolls lithely and draws two short swords, entering a complex attack routing against Little Foot. One of his swords angles directly for Little Foot's kidney, but is deflected by a plate of armored kirtle, but still landing a nasty gash in Little Foot's side as the blade skitters along the armor and finds a chink between plates.

@Little Foot - 3 points of damage

@Rowanna - I've repositioned you in the lower area of the forge. If you were up on the edge, there would be a floor disrupting your line of effect.

Party is up again!

Eep! Almost a crit, and dual wielding now? Little mite's got game!

Not letting up for a moment, Little Foot presses the attack with Torean. Though the slow trickle of blood from his wounds starts to accumulate, he only scowls... intent on the task at hand.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10 (minus DR)

edit: Dang, can we use my to hit rolls, and Torean's damage rolls?

Thanks for moving her to the appropriate space, sorry about the confusion.

Rowanna directs her Dancing Lights near the mite in an effort to illuminate it's position to the rest of the party. Afterwards, she Cackles to continue the effects of her curses.

Faeranduil hears the commotion under the floors and eagerly awaits the moment that the mite will come through the floor

Falksat will approach the noises on the bottom, getting closer to the action but still out of the difficult terrain.

Cesare waits with bated, uh, bow. And continues his declamation of poetry.

Inspire Courage +1

Torean swings again, hoping to catch the mite as it's attacking Littlefoot.

Attack (Bard): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21
Damage (Bard, 2handed): 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

With a mighty smite, Torean clouts the mite as it attempts to hew its way through Little Foot.

A brief search through the clutter reveals that there is an area where the mite nests, apparently along with several other mites. There are rude pallettes, a small collection of threadbare dark trousers and cloaks. There are also a dozen pairs of manacles, along with some basic tools - pliers and hammers and such.

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As the party regroups, Torvic approaches them, "The 'celebration' is in full swing. We can stay in this room in some safety. There will be few better opportunities to reclaim the Galleries. Please strike now, and rid the world of Morilaeth."

"Done. It'll be worth it just to stop Falksat from haranguing us about it." She says with a half smile. "But first some of you better heal."

Falksat looks offended. "I'm... haranguing you? Well, sorry then, but this could have gone much worst..."

He shuts up and remains a few feet away from the group.

Little Foot comes back out from under the floor, scowling, but satisfied.
"Wouldn't of wanted that little bastard at our backs, that's for sure."

He pulls out his wand and zaps himself with it.
Cure Light Wounds (wand): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Then does the same for Torean.
Cure Light Wounds (wand): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

As Torvic approaches, he frowns. "I wouldn't recommend waiting here too long for us." He adds, with a shrug.

The Gygaxian rules of dungeon design say there should be another way up east down the main hallway north of us.... but whether this follows gygaxian rules, I dunno... might be that door in the southeast corner too!

Little Foot will go take a look through the southeast doorway, see if it leads upwards.

GM: The shaft in the south/central part of the room with the dumbwaiter-type setup... is that functional at all? Can one go upwards there? seems about the right location to reach the hall above, though only about half way along.

Faeranduil seems dejected

"Although I hate to admit it, I kind of agree with Falksat, lets end this quickly and leave this abysmal dungeon as soon as possible"

The good lord of dungeons does indeed provide, as requested. The door to the Southeast leads to a narrow stairwell ascending, and the sounds of 'celebration' are carried downward by the echoing stone.

Also as a note, no one has explored the large flue/elevator thing either... There are also more doors to the west (down the west corridor, hang a right) that are on-level. Just for those keeping score at home.

Little Foot nods with grim satisfaction. "Looks like this might it." He eyes the distance across the room for a moment. "Should be most of the way across from here, and the party's still in full swing, if the noise is any indication."

Hopefully this will be better then wading through the whole hoard! *knocks on wood*

When the rest are ready, Little Foot will lead the way up.

Am assuming the noise above will cover any need to stealth for now

"I meant no offense, Falksat. It's just you've been rather adamant about returning to the room to destroy the Queen. You should be happy now." Rowanna offers with an edge of an apology as they head up the stairs.

GM: How long has it been since we've entered the dungeon? Asking to determine if Rowanna's Mage Armor is still active.

Shattered dwarven sculptures choke the stairway leading to the ballroom, but can still be climbed. It ends in a hallway that wends back and forth, and ends at a standard-sized door.

The door is marked 'secret' - but that's from the other side. This side has a lovely conventional handle on.

Little Foot frowns at the door for a moment (Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 in case its trapped or the like).
He resists the temptation to crack it open to get a look to see what's on the far side, for now.

"We should be much closer to that raised section from here." He says quietly. "Hopefully Morilaeth's there and we can get to her quick*, before her lackeys can assemble and overrun us." He scowls slightly, not quite liking the sound of that, but determined nonetheless.

*quick being a relative term for a dwarf!

I have nothing to prep, just move in and club things... so up to everyone else when they're good to go!

Torean merely nods at Littlefoot, a gesture that only the dwarf can probably catch in the darkness of the stairs.

Rowanna puts quarterstaff in hand to signal she's ready.

Faeranduil flexes his fingers

"Let's do this." he says, eager to get to business.

Opening the door cautiously, the Celebration is indeed in full swing. From this angle, the Party can more clearly see Lady Morilaeth perched on a throne of carved alabaster, Lady Morilaeth enjoys her degenerate followers’ drugged (emphasis on drugged revelry. The ill-proportioned product of a union between an elf-maid and a mysterious creature of fey nightmare, Lady Morilaeth masks her gaunt features with thick layers of white ceruse makeup. Pale linen robes shroud her armored form.

Dozens of whirling, twitching humanoids fill the massive chamber, dressed in outlandish costumes. Masked derros madly waltz about, ducking in and out of the light shed by a few battered candelabra. Others wave banners of tattered cloth or whirl feeble, guttering torches, their dim light an unnatural blood red. Some mites wind between the derros’ legs in a chaotic mimicry of peasants’ country dances, while other intoxicated mites awkwardly gather dirty plates and goblets from tables. More creatures crowd an elevated gallery at the chamber’s east end and appear to be a mockery of an orchestra, each musician vying to outdo his fellows in thunderous cacaphony. A handful of human bodies lie sprawled among the dancing creatures in the middle of the room.

Map updated. You are as yet undetected. give me an approach - charge? stealth? massed bow fire? negotiation?

Well, I'm pretty sure stealth's not an option, given we tower above everyone else in the room, and negotiation will be done with weapons not words!

Possible to learn anything about Morilaeth now that we see her in person?

(If its a fey thing: Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7) edit: guess not! =)
(or a perception thing: Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11) edit: not that either!

How hard to get up onto the raised section? Just a step up or some sort of check involved? Does it prevent a charge action?

Barring any other thoughts, Little Foot intends to close with her post haste. Partial charging if possible (assuming a surprise round)

Should probably add some pithy comment or other, but that's Torean's job!

Faeranduil is eagerly awaiting the charge of the light brigade dwarven brigade.

Rowanna takes a moment to examine Morilaeth as the others prepare to attack.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Knowledge Nature/Dungeo/History/Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

I'll go with the 'massed bow fire' option. Let's get everyone in and havoc these losers!

"They seemed oblivious," says Cesare. "We weren't being sneaky at all and they totally ignored us. I think we should head right for Morilaeth and ignore the rest."

"Let's do it. Falksat, Faeranduil. You look to suppress any response from the revelers. The rest of us will focus attention on Morilaeth. I'm sure she'll have something up her sleeve."

"This fey b%%#+ will pay for what she's done."

Are you going to roll init Utopia?

looks like everyone's on board and posting.
dias is chargable. As far as I can tell it's not supposed to be tall - the gallery in the southeast is supposed to be tall. that's where the 'band' is partying (i've put 2 mites in there).

Round (surprise - remember move OR standard action)
initiative rowana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
initiative torean: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
initiative faearenduill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
initiative falksat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
initiative cesare: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
initiative little foot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 (you can take one attack with standard-action-charge)

Round 1
initiative rowana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

initiative herself: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

initiative torean: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

initiative support: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

initiative faearenduill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
initiative falksat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
initiative cesare: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
initiative little foot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Heh, Faeranduil can't catch a break with that init mod of his

Little Foot will partial charge the woman on the throne and take a (hopefully) might swing with his tetsubo while she's hopefully flat footed.

charging Melee Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

@Little Foot - how convenient that your alignment doesn't include 'good'.

Torean casts Divine Favor on himself and moves up 5 feet.

Being somewhat fragile and not wanting to expose herself to attack, Rowanna moves behind Torean as she waits for others to enter the room first.

Faeranduil knows that he can not possibly contribute in the few seconds before they are noticed, as he does not have a target in his sight. He therefore waits behind Rowanna for an opportunity to place his grease spell where it will hinder most enemies.

Cesare whispers secret enchantments over his simple longsword, hardening and sharpening it in an instant.

Cast magic weapon.

Falksat starts with a volley of arrows! He throws a Cold Iron one at the closest Enemy! "Now!"
Longbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24! Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Falksat fells a derro before it's aware anything is wrong. Little Foot charges Morilaeth and lands a solid blow as she gapes at him, momentarily startled. After the blow lands, she draws herself up, with less damage than should be expected.

Round 1 start
Round 1
initiative rowana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

initiative herself: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

initiative torean: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

initiative support: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

initiative faearenduill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
initiative falksat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
initiative cesare: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
initiative little foot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

With a sigh, Rowanna moves into the room and places an Evil Eye Hex on Morilaeth!

Evil Eye Hex. -2 to Saves. DC 14 Will. Duration with Save: 1 round. Duration without Save: 7 rounds.

Morileth rises up, drawing an exquisitely crafted cold iron rapier. "You dare? In my hall! I will flay you by inches in your dreams!" She stabs at Little Foot with a shriek. As she screams, waves of fear emanate from her, flowing out in cold, biting waves.

As the party begins to react, pandemonium breaks out in the hall. The derros and mites begin a stampede for the far end of the hall, with tremendous confusion, screeching, and leaping about. Two mites seem to be hanging in, though it's difficult to tell in the confusion.

She missed Little Foot.
Everyone, will save v. Fear, (DC14), then you're up!

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Is this a mind-affecting effect? Is it from a spell or spell-like ability?

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mind affecting yes, spell or spell-like no. For all those interested, it is also a fear effect.

Strong-willed ability allows Torean to roll his will save twice and choose the best.

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

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