1310 PbP Gameday - Beggars Pearl - utopia0137 (Inactive)

Game Master utopia27

As the party approaches the cave, the shreds of woodwork blocking the entrance are flung away. The source of the odd shredding sound becomes apparent as an ant the size of a small pony bursts through. The ant flings ahead of it a bedraggled dwarf. The ant plunges forward through the scraps of boarding, bearing down on the dwarf. It is followed by two small squat humanoids, which seem to be nearly all head — an unfortunate circumstance, considering how ugly its puffy blue face is. The dwarf struggles to crawl away, attempting to protect his head and vitals. As the small humanoids caper about, the ant once more mauls the dwarf, who ceases his struggling.

The lead adventurers are approximately 50' from the dwarf and ant.
map updated - if not beautiful. When I trimmed out the image I hadn't realized the extent of 'outside' that would be useful.

Initiatives
--Group A--
init Falksat: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
init Torean: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
init Cesare: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
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init mites: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
init ant: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
--Group B--
init Little Foot: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
init Rowanna: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
init Faerunduil: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Group A - you're up!

Question: Is the dwarf grappled and do i have the chance of hitting him when I shot and arrow? (with Precise shot)

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

GM: Why weren't the usual initiative modifers used to roll initiative?

@Falksat - dwarf is not grappled, and not creating 'melee'
@Rowanna - because I'm an idiot and copy/pasted far too liberally :) Lesson learned for next combat.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Falksat recognizes the creatures on sight, alerting the group:
"Those are a disgusting kind of fey, let's get rid of them!"
Falksat moves closer and looses an arrow on the Mite to the right:
Longbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21;Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

@Rowanna - because I'm an idiot and copy/pasted far too liberally :) Lesson learned for next combat.[/ooc]

Heh, ya, I want my 8 instead of a 6! *cough* I tell you, Little Foot has the worst dice luck ever. (The first scenario he played, he never made a single roll, the entire game (attack, skill, save, whatever... all failed)... the 2nd scenario... only marginally better)

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

oooo, I spoke too soon! barely... I'll assume that's a good enough result to at least know DR for fey in general and use the right arrows.

does the terrain support charging?

want to post more, but given that the bad guys go before me, the layout might all change before my turn actually comes up! I shall check in later

@Little Foot - good enough for 'fey' - that and Falksat's outcry

Cesare exhorts his companions to heights of valor.

Start Bardic Performance: Inspire Courage +1 Competence Bonus on attack and damage rolls. +1 saves vs. Charm and Fear.

"Ugh, filthy things! Get away from him!" Torean draws his warhammer and advances, intent on the fallen dwarf.

Move Action to draw. Silly lack of a +1BAB

utopianGM_A wrote:

@Rowanna - because I'm an idiot and copy/pasted far too liberally :) Lesson learned for next combat.[/ooc]

Heh, ya, I want my 8 instead of a 6

And I want my 17 instead of a 10 ;-(

Faeranduil moves closer, to a place where he is 25 feet away from the eastern mite. If it is possible he moves to a place where he has an unobstructed view to the creature, although that has a lower priority then getting in range.

He then points his finger and launches a ray of frost towards the fey.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Never mind

Still not my turn, dangit!

Well, whatever the situation after they go, looks like I'll be able to get to something, so we'll just work with that!

Little Foot tosses his bow to the ground, and charges, pulling out his tetsubo as he goes. Go +1 bab

Not picky about target, just need a clear charging lane, though get a mite if I can and one's still up

melee charge attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 26 for (1d10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8 damage)

With a muted and surprised cry, one of the humanoids falls to the ground, transfixed by an arrow through the heart. The second humanoid looks around in sudden fright, and emits a startled squeek. He follows with a rapid stream of harsh-sounding gibberish.

Round 1
Falksat - skewers one mite
Torean - advances
Cesare - inspire courage ( +1 / +1 )
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Mite - casts 'doom' on Torean, retreats to cavern
will save, DC10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 - saves, though barely
Ant - advance to Torean, attacks
bite attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14, damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 : Miss
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Little Foot - charge! ant, inflicts 8 pts damage
Faeranduil - misses with ray

Torean makes that save in spades. He gets +5 to saves vs any spell from Steel Soul and Glory of Old. Making saves is what he does.

Torean spits as he feels the magic run off him like water. "A spell?" He laughs. "I'll beat that out of you just as soon as I'm done with this ugly ant!"

He hefts his hammer with both hands and tries to slam it on the ant.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

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Oh hey, I can move the little pawns around on the map. Handy! Moved Little Foot to where his charge would have put him.

Don't forget the bard song on your attacks and damage, Torean!

"Go left" Little Foot grunts at Torean. "I'll go right."

hoping to get Torean to 5' step in there for a flanking option on my next turn.

I am currently on a phone, so I can't pull up the map, if someone could move Rowanna appropriately, I'd appreciate it.

Rowanna moves up close enough to the remaining mite to get within 30', but not in melee range of ant. She then places an Evil Eye hex on the mite.

Evil Eye hex on mite. DC 14 Will save. -2 to AC. Lasts one round if makes save, 7 rounds if fails.

If unable to get in range of mite, will just move closer.

Torean will take a step to the left if permitted.

Although the and is surrounded by his allies, Falksat has no problem in aiming at the big ant, since it would be best to let the Mite alive. He draws another arrow and fires it, followed by the one in his mouth: Rapid Shot
Longbow: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 14! Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9
Longbow: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 16! Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

He speaks to the Mite in a emotionless tone, as if he didn't really care:
"Would you like to surrender instead of dying?"

I moved you six squares Rowanna

@Rowanna - someone got your more, and you got range.

All of Group A go!

Already acted.

Cesare continues to exhort his fellows while moving and firing his bow at the mite in the cave entrance.

Shortobow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 121d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Don't forget the +1 to hit and damage from the bardic performance!

@Torean - what you doing?

I'll be away from home from tomorrow through the end of next week. Posting will be sporadic but I promise to get a few in. Please run me as appropriate.

Guess he is not coming to the party today.

The giant ant waves its mandibles threateningly, emitting a penetrating, chittering cry, while it drums a rear leg on the ground. As it lowers its head in attack, Falksat sinks an arrow in a tender place. The ant flinches from the biting arrow, just as Torean whirls his hammer to drive the arrow's entire length into the ant. It appears the arrow severed something vital inside the ant, and it falls in place like a marionette with its strings sliced.

Firing past the drama with the giant vermin, Cesare shoots at the small humanoid cowering in the mouth of the cave. The shot connects, but does not inflict quite the damage that might be expected. Shedding the arrow, the humanoid emits a frightened 'eep!' and flees into the depths of the cave.

Round 2
Falksat - one arrow true, one deflected
Torean - hews with warhammer
attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 21. damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12
Cesare - wings mite, inspire courage ( +1 / +1 )
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Mite - 'eep!' flees into cavern
Ant - expires
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"I suppose we should go after it, to prevent it from warning any possible allies." Rowanna suggests as she makes her way towards the cave and arms herself with her quarterstaff, just in case.

Heh... Torean had posted his move before Falksat and Rowanna did... but your roll was much better. =)
Little Foot frowns as the second mite flees, glancing back to where his bow lay on the ground forty feet back.

"Try different arrows." He says, offering his cold iron arrows for anyone that wants to grab some. "I got this guy."

Instead of following himself, he kneels down to check the dwarf laying on the ground.

he still alive? Will try to make sure he stays that way if he is.

If alive: wand of cure light wounds on dwarf (Zap: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 hp of dwarvish love)

<doh!> right you are Little Foot, I missed the order. It was the difference between 0 hp and -12...

Everyone headed into the cave, give me a Perception check.

Is Faeranduil the only one with a riding animal?

"Do not rush into that cave, I need to take care of my horse first and get my stuff. How is that dwarf doing Theo?"

Faeranduil unsaddles his horse, unpacks his pack saddle and starts packing his backpack. He leaves his packsaddle with tent and saddle near the horse.

"After you, gentlemen." Rowanna politely waits for the front-line members to enter the cave before journeying in herself.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Cesare has no intention of leading the way into a cave. He'll wait for the dwarf ranger to go first.

once sure the fallen dwarf is going to survive, Little Foot collects his bow and heads into the cave, ready for trouble.

if he sees the mite anywhere within bow shot, he shoots said bow

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
though apparently he's a bit preoccupid

Rowanna notes a fearsome looking sigil on the floor at the entrance to the cave.

spellcraft?

@Theo - heal check for stabilization

Assuming he was not dead dead, Little Foot hit him with the wand of cure light wounds, though if that takes a roll to determine such things, Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Rowanna raises a hand in the air, gesturing to the group to halt. "I would not continue inside yet, there is some type of rune in the floor."

She takes a moment to look it over, casting Detect Magic first.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"The elf might want to take a look at this as well." She looks around and asks "Where's the elf?"

Torean stops short as the Witch points out the rune. He casts a quick spell and his eyes flash blue.

Cast Detect Magic
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

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Torean determines that the sigil hold very weak universal magic.
Torean spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
...but used in a way that's unfamiliar to him.

"The elf might want to take a look at this as well." She looks around and asks "Where's the elf?"

Little Foot hitches his thumb back towards where Faeranduil is working on his horse. "Princess is looking after his pony." he muttters, continuing to peer without success at the spot Rowanna claimed she saw the rune.

"I don't see anything." he adds, "Can we go around it?"

Torean takes a closer look at the sigil (with his own dice.. :) and determines that though it is magical, and very intimidating looking, it is actually a magical inscription made using 'prestidigitation'.

As Rowanna and Torean inspect the sigil closely, it begins to fade from view.

Pesky little fey...

Faeranduil starts toward the others while adjusting the buckles and belts on his backpack. On reaching the others he asks "Why are you all looking at the ground?"

"It appears that the mite has tricked us." Rowanna explains with a roll of her eyes. "Let's move forward, shall we?"

"I would prefer to question that dwarf outside first. However if you prefer to walk into this cave without any information don't let me detain you" Faeranduil says with a smirk.

still waiting for word on if he's even still breathing!

Torean shakes his head in disgust at falling for magical trickery. "Shoulda just walked right through it. Now I'm really gonna make him suffer! "

He looks back to the fallen dwarf. "How's our boy doing?"

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Sorry for missing for a day. Internet is unstable. I would have followed the Mite as soon as he got there, but now it is passed, let`s search for him.

Falksat takes 4 Cold Iron arrows from littlefoot, and moves in when the others say the rune is nothing. He has an arrow notched and ready to fire. Is it dark inside?
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

Waiting for the resolution of the NPC dwarf healing before posting.

"Got to... chasing me. It's growing into my leg! Don't take me back. Can't go back..." The dwarf (whose leg appears fine, though filthy) is staring around wild-eyed, and beginning to crawl farther from the cave mouth. He appears close to collapsing again, but his distress and panic are obvious.

Apologies - hadn't realized you were using a wand earlier. The dwarf is conscious again, and more active than is probably healthy for him.

"The fellow doesn't seem to be in much condition for a long conversation, but I'm sure the mite has had enough time to warn his allies regardless." Rowanna says with a sigh as she casually checks her nails.

Falksat lowers his bow and gets closer to the crazy dwarf.
"Hey. Hey Torvic!" Falksat snaps his fingers before the wild-eyed man. "Calm down or I'll have to punch you. Here, take some water."
He extends his waterskin to the man, watching closely to avoid the dwarf from knocking it from him, if he's still wild.

"Do I know.. who are? Do you work for her!?!?
Water, water is good."
The dwarf snatches the water from Falksat's hand and drinks quickly, still pushing himself farther from the cave.

As he retreats, the dwarf bumps into the carcass of the giant ant. He makes a panicked, wimpering sound, drops the canteen, and crawls away panting hard.

Falksat shakes his head and puts his hand on his forehead, sighing heavily and speaking to the dwarf once more:
"It is dead. You are safe. Would you mind standing up and talking with us?"

Torean laughs at the dwarf's confusion. "On your feet, Torvic! This ain't no time for a nap. What the hell happened here? "

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