Adventure Path Reign of Winter

Game Master Almonihah

Quasit glances off toward Findurel while Selena scolds her, considering what he had said, then pulls out a flask of acid, opens it up, and dumps it liberally all over the unconscious monster.

"Oops. Butter fingers."

"You were saying?"

Acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Then she tosses away the empty flask nonchalantly.

Bulvi points at Selena "No! I'm not going to stand here while you verbally duke it out with Quasit. We're the only ones- and I can't believe I am saying this- helping you restore the rule of this land to Baba Yaga. We're up against an entire country and yes they might have been lied to or misled as well as the possibility of jumping in with full knowledge but one of her riders is dead and as far as we know we are the only ones trying to deal with this."

"If you don't like it fine but we're the only ones trying to stop this as far as we know."

GM, why didn't the guards notice us fighting the creature?

they noticed, and didnt care

as the acid starts to eat away at the beast, you here what sounds like a rattling sound from its throat then dies

~~end of combat~~

Fin shakes his head at the strangeness of this place. "Guards apparently don't care...we should move on before they do..."

Fin will check the tower entrance.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"Yeah, let's move on quickly." Sakitu moves towards the entrance with Fin.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

While the others spoke and moved off, Quasit just took a moment to stand where she was, still staring right at Selena, arms crossed before her. Not an angry look really. Just looking, and waiting.

Finally, after letting the moment happen, she glances down at the melting monster, nods once, lifts her eyebrows and slips back into her casual demeanor.

"I tell ya, once we take this tower over, those guards are fired," she says breezily as she starts off toward the door. As she passes Nadya, she reaches up and gives the woman's shoulder a little squeeze of support. She too looks over the door, checking it for traps...

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

... and if she doesn't see any, she goes to push them open.

... but just before she opens the door, she looks at Tyrael.

"I wouldn't say no to a hit or two from that healing wand. I can't feel my left hand and that cut is really starting to hurt now. I've got this weird sharp pulling feeling in my shoulder. And I can feel blood running down my back and soaking into my unmentionables. If you don't mind?"

Fin shrugs. "Quasit, you forget that I can use that wand as well..."

The ranger takes the wand and casts it upon the rogue...

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"You know what? I did forget that. Is there anything elves don't do well?" says Quasit cheerfully as she twists her arm around, testing it out. "Good as new. Those wand things really are amazing."

"I wanted to be an elf when I was a little girl. In the stories my mom told us, they were always so clever and talented and graceful and wise. I wanted to live in the woods and talk to bunny rabbits and faerie dragons, and shoot orcs with my elegant bow, and drink elderberry wine and all that junk. And you never see a fat elf. Plus you get to live forever, right? I mean, I'm kinda talking myself back into it right now as we speak. I don't know if it's as good as being an amazing fox lady, but it's gotta be pretty close."

"Amazing? Well, I guess I can't help it." Sakitu struts a few steps. It feels good to ignore the stress of the situation for a moment. "You know Quasit, it is just fun to be around you. Fun and funny."

Sakitu's tail swishes back and forth a little more rapidly as they move further in.

Fin arches an eyebrow at Quasit. "While our lifespans are longer, we die like every other race...and we can be killed likewise..."

"Humans can talk to rabbits too Quasit, they're called druids and rangers, just the same as a the elven ones... wait. Quasit are you thinking of gnomes? They actually are immortal and can talk to bunny rabbits withouth special trainning."

"What? No!" Quasit giggle-snorts as she slugs Bulvi in the arm. "Cripes, I'm short enough as it is. No little girl dreams of being shorter! Though the purple hair thing is kinda neat."

"And I don't think I ever actually wanted to live in the woods. I like beds and oven-baked bread and soft clothes. It's just... I don't know, in the stories, the elves were just like this majestic heroic people who protected everything from all the evil monsters. The wicked dragons and fiendish spiders and junk. I mean, when you're a little girl like I was, you learn pretty early on that the world doesn't really think much of you, and there's just a lot of drudgery and oppression waiting for you once you grow up. So you dream. My mom was pretty good at feeding me fantasies. Pretty good at feeding herself fantasies for that matter."

"Fortunately for me, I grew up to be an outlaw, murdering things in the woods and freezing her tits off in some gods-forsaken witch castle. That's much better."

checking the doorway shows no traps, though as you open into the hallway, Steamy air fills this inner gallery, emanating in lazy wisps from a bubbling pool recessed into the floor of a raised dais surrounded by six pillars of ice. Four foggy mirrors hang from the walls near ice sculptures of helmeted pike-wielding warriors.

Quasit points out the mirrors.

"Ring any bells?" she whispers to her companions. "I'll bet you anything they're magical like the one at the tea saloon."

She looks around, chewing her lip, thinking.

"Maybe Fin and I can scout around quietly, and see if we can find a stairway up or something. Come inside and shut the door and be quiet. We'll try and make this fast."

Quasit edges along the wall to the left, moving clockwise about the perimeter of the room, blending into the shadows, moving as quietly as she can.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Fin nods to Quasit, draws his bow, stealthily following and covering her as they skirt the perimeter...

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"This looks kinda strange. I agree, Quasit, reminds me of that other mirror." Sakitu steps to the nearest companion, Bulvi, and lays a hand on his arm. She mutters a few arcane words and magical energy flows into him. She doesn't look at Bulvi but continues to gaze around the room in search of danger.

Cast resistance on Bulvi. +1 to saves for 1 minute.

In the center there is a pool of water, to tge north and south there are larger mirrors and crystals, and doors that continue farther back

"Magic mirrors possibly? Should we smash them or something?" Bulvi looks are the more mystically inclined members of the group.

Quasit checks the first door on the left, nodding to Fin that he should move on and check the next one.

Perception for traps: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

After checking it for traps, she'll open it quietly and peek inside.

"Do you see anything suspicious Quasit? I mean, any traps or anything? I think it's odd that we haven't really see anyone else in the tower yet. I mean, there were those guards and the ugly thing. But, we seem to be on our own here."

Quasit looks back and shakes her head and puts her finger to her lips and pantomimes a shush sound.

Quasit doesnt see anything trap like, and when she opens the doors, she sees stairs that lead to the balcony, of the first floor, but no stairs leading to the second floor

Quasit closes the door and moves on to the next one.

GM, to speed this up, Quasit intends to keep working her way around the room clockwise until she sees something that (a) leads up to the next floor or (b) needs to be dealt with (aka people, monsters, weird stuff) or until something discovers us poking around and jumps us

Fin stays silent and tries to stay concealed as he follows Quasit, covering her as she opens each door...

Bulvi moves ready to support the others once something is discovered to react to.

Making her way across the hall to the door on the opposite side, quasit can notice no traps and proceeds to open the door as a blade comes out from behind the door to surpise her

Surprise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
White
Quasit
Sakitu
Findurel
Black
Pink
Blue
Red
Purple
Tyrael
Yellow
Green
Cyan
Orange
Bulvi
Selena

White seems to be in charge, but doesn't stop him from firing a crossbow at Quasit

XB: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 - 4 = 5 but it seems to stick into the door frame

At first, Quasit holds up a hand and tries to play innocent. "Wait! We're bringing you traitors from the village! Radosek told us to come!..."

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

But before the words are even done spilling from her mouth, she realizes that the horse is already out of the barn. She sighs.

"Ah, screw it..."

And a blade whips out from behind her back. She flourishes it quickly in a little twirl, then suddenly jabs up into the groin of the guard in front of her.

Attempting Feint to get target Flat-Footed. Using Combat Expertise to raise AC to 19.

Feint check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Melee Attack on Green: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Sneak Attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

"Look, if you're mad about your monster in the courtyard, we'll buy you a new one."

Then she slithers back a step to give the big boys more room.

Green stays standing as quasit fakes zigging when she zagged

Findurêl will fire twice at the green creature...

Longbow: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 2 = 22

Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Longbow: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 2 = 14

Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

...and step back 5'...

Fin manages to kill the green

"So many people!" Sakitu quickly nocks an arrow and fires at the one she can see straight through the doorway.

shortbow@orange,pbs: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12

The sounds of a door can be heard opening as more soldiers move out into the hallway

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
White
Quasit
Sakitu
Findurel
Black
Pink
Blue
Red
Purple
Tyrael
Yellow
Green
Cyan
Orange
Bulvi
Selena

"Crap! Crap! Crap! We're about to be flanked!" says Quasit when she sees a second squad of soldiers bearing down on them. "Damn those mirrors! They were just waiting for us!

"Tyrael, cover this door. Bulvi, see if you can head off that second group and keep them off us."

I don't think Tyrael has posted in quite some time...maybe weeks...

ok looks like the forum is back up, I will inform Tyrael and have him post

Tyrael moves in and swings his hammer down on one of the people

Attack vs Cyan: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 = 9

Yellow attacks Tyrael
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Cyan swings back at Tyrael
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Miss

Orange steps forward and swings at Tyrael
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Miss

~~Round 1~~
Bold to Act
White
Quasit
Sakitu
Findurel
Black
Pink
Blue
Red
Purple
Tyrael -5
Yellow
Cyan -9
Orange
Bulvi
Selena

Bulvi moves to shield the others from the second group keeping his guard up but not moving so far away as to get isolated. "Don't go past me I'll try to hold a few off."

Total Defense. +4 Dodge bonus to AC for an AC of 25. Power attacking as part of any AOO

Shall I post for Selena?

Too late, but thank you. You can always post for me on tue, wed, or thu. I don't get much internet time on those days. Often no internet time at all.

Selena brings up the rear rather sluggishly, unsure of what to do about her companions. As Quasit gets surprised though, Selena suspects they must have been waiting for them, so she casts Detect Magic, and looks around and at the enemies.

Selena looking at who she can see, notices all but white have their weapons glowing, but white seema to have weapons and armor that seem to light up

White seems to move away and out a door dropping his xbow and pulls out a sword and shield

~~Round 2~~
Bold to Act
White
Quasit
Sakitu
Findurel
Black
Pink
Blue
Red
Purple
Tyrael -5
Yellow
Cyan -9
Orange
Bulvi
Selena

Fin will move 10' NE and fire at cyan...

Longbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Quasit looks back and forth, trying to decide where she can work most effectively, when she notices the guard captain bursting out of the room into the central area, heading right for Bulvi as he works to hold off the assaulting horde of other guards. A flush of anger washes over her features and she immediately rushes out to meet the new threat.

"Not so fast, sweet cheeks!" she snarls as she draws her sword and stabs low under the shield toward the captain's belly. "You just made the biggest mistake of your short life."

Move and Attack, Combat Expertise to raise AC to 19

Melee Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Melee Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Crit Damage if applicable: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Sakitu spies one of the guard through the open door, just past Tyrael. She glances from side to side. There are just too many of these guys. Quasit goes running after one of them, Fin shoots another with his bow. Sakitu turns back to the one she sees in the room and raises a hand towards it. Two missiles speed across the room and slam into it.

magic missile 1@orange: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
magic missile 2@orange: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Black, Blue, Pink, Purple, Red all move in closer to the group

Black Swings at Bulvi

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Pink also swings at Bulvi

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Blue will swing at Quasit

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 miss

Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Tyrael swings at Orange

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 = 13

Cyan dies from Fins arrow, and Orange dies from Tyrael

yellow swings at Tyrael

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

~~Round 2~~
Bold to Act
White -11
Quasit
Sakitu
Findurel
Black
Pink
Blue
Red
Purple
Tyrael -5
Yellow
Bulvi
Selena

As half of the northern group peels off and comes at her, Quasit's eyes widen and she glances around herself, suddenly realizing that she may have made a not atypical tactical error in her impulsive way.

"Wait!... no no NO!..."

The sword jabs into her belly and there's no way to avoid it, tied up as she is with the guard captain.

"AHH! Dammit!" she shouts out angrily in frustration. "Wait your turn, will ya? What, you don't have a dozen MORE guys in the floor, or hiding in the can? You don't know who you're messing with! I'm gonna cut off your nuts and feed 'em to you! Lousy bastard!"

Bulvi makes wild swings to keep the enemy troops back.

Power Attack Cold Iron Longsword Vs Pink: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"You can't even follow your own orders." snorts Selena toward the ridiculously impulsive Quasit. "I think perhaps I mentioned how foolish it was for us to storm this place without aid."

Nevertheless, with a sigh, she throws a spell toward Blue.

Cast Daze on Blue

blue will: 1d20 ⇒ 13