Blood Under Absalom -- A Multitable PbP special (GM Hmm's table) (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

Sophia shifts her hypnotic gaze at the new guy.

She repeats casting lullaby, DC 15.

Mort watches at the monk he cut down goes up in smoke Well that's good, I felt a little bad about that.. Just as quick another pops up and roasts poor Sheela in the face!

"Hey now! What's up with pickin' on the ladies? I've got somethin' for you right here buddy!" He makes his way down the dais and past Yorad, bringing his sword down in a mean chop!

Greatsword + Bless + Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 72d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + 3 = 16 Does the dais count as higher ground? But his swing doesn't even come close.

"Ooohhh...you look blurry. Are you feeling well?" Yorad quips as he maneuvers around Mort and strikes again at the female.

Move to position on map.
short sword, bless: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Will Save, Enchantment, Stare: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 - 2 = 21

The monk saves against Sophia's spell. "Fine, keep trying your silly little spells. I'm not going to be lulled into rolling over for you."

Mort's swing is fierce but wide, but Yorad gets in a good stab!

The monk grunts as first blood is drawn. "Why am I going after the women? Casters die first. It's my ironclad rule."

ORDER: Monk (-7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort, Yorad

Corona and the Princess are up! Roll your 20% mischance with your attack!

Noticing that the monk is in perfect range without her having to even move, Tiffany tosses ye olde net at him. "This guy somehow seems less honorable than the other monks, don't you think?"

Net adept with melee reach, am I flanking?: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17
Subtract 2 if I'm not!

Miss: 1d100 ⇒ 17

"While I can't blame him for that rule, it's annoying for less warrior types like myself." She feels the burnt zone on her shoulder.

"Nonono, do it again!" Corona yells, though to who or what seems unclear.

I'd like to make the monk reroll that Will save against Sophia's spell.

Finding that her legs seem to be sluggish again, she staggers next to Sheela and places a hand on the woman's shoulder. "New Friend Sheela, you should...you should try that last thing you tried again. I bet it'll work this time!"
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A 5 foot step and then Guidance on Sheela!

Tiffany would have netted herself a monk, but the blur caused her to overestimate slightly on the throw.

Corona forces a reroll for the Monk's will save.

Will Save, Misfortune, Enchantment, Stare: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 - 2 = 11

The lullaby hits him, making his eyelids heavy! Yawn. "This is why I..." Yawn. "...hate casters."

Will guidance help Sheela?

Realizing he's in a bad place, the Monk goes for a stunning blow on Mort, the guy blocking his path with a scary sword.

Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Mort Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Mort, you're stunned for a round, and your sword clatters to the ground. Then the monk five foot steps away from Yorad, then goes north where he can get a better view of the casters, raising his hands menacingly.

ORDER: Monk (lullaby, stare, -7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort (stunned), Yorad

Everyone but Mort is up!

Guidance won't help with Sheela's magic, but...

Sheela nods to Corona, not really understanding the entire scenario. She runs around the monk I have enough movement to get there without provoking. and tries to slow him down some more.

Laughing Touch, Guidance: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 + 1 = 20
Miss Chance, Low is bad: 1d100 ⇒ 44

"Well, here I am! But if you want to take me down," she slaps him across the face, "You'll have to deal with these pythons!" Sheela flexes, fully aware her puny muscles make her look like a fool.

It's bound to be funny, though!

The monk bursts into peals of helpless laughter.

"Bwahahahahaha! Pythons! That's hilarious!"

ORDER: Monk (stare, lullaby, laughing, -7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort (stunned), Yorad

Corona, Sophia, Princess, and Yorad are up!

"Awww, he don't want to play with me anymore..." Yorad sighs melodramatically as he chases after the monk again.

Move to position on map.
Attack: short sword, bless, flank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 20
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Sneak Attack: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 20 fudge!

Yorad misses the monk, if only because of the blur.

ORDER: Monk (stare, lullaby, laughing, -7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort (stunned), Yorad

Corona, Sophia, Princess are up!

Sophia smiles.

"Sleep, sweet child, sleep.
Lay down and count your sheep.
If you do, and be a good boy,
We'll give you a toy."

Sophia eyes Yorad's dagger.

Casting sleep, DC 16.

Tiffany watches as Sophia coaxes the monk to sleep. "Oooh, that makes even me tired! I bet he can't resist your soft voice!"

Just waiting to see if it succeeds before I act

Monk Will Save, Enchantment, Stare, Lullaby: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 24

Geeze, this guy has been really resistant!

"Bwahahaha! Whatever you did, missed!! Hahaha! I am laughing at the thought of toasting your witchy, castery asses!"

ORDER: Monk (stare, lullaby, laughing, -7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort (stunned), Yorad

Corona and Princess are up!

"Ha ha ha. You are SooOOooo funny. Like, how do you think you're going to toast us when you're trapped under my big net?!" Tiffany taunts the monk as she tosses the net again!

Net adept, bless: 1d20 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 4 = 17
Miss: 1d100 ⇒ 36

Finally seeming to realize that this guy has his sights set on her less-armored spellcaster friends, Corona scowls. Hefting her spear, she points it at the monk.

"FOOL! YOU LAUGH NOW BUT YOU WILL BE THE ONE TOASTY AND WARM, NOT US - AND NOT BECAUSE OF A BLANKET OR HOT CHOCOLATE, EITHER!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

A look of determination on her face, she advances towards their foe, ready to help take him down. Or heal Sheela, whichever seemed most pressing.
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Intimidate and then Corona moves to her current position!

No blanket?! No hot chocolate? That's cold!

Tiffany nets herself a laughing monk, then Corona intimidates him!

"Ha ha, I've been netted by a frog! Ha ha ha, that blonde is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen!' By the time the monk composes himself again, his turn has passed.

Since the monk had to laugh through his turn, the whole party gets to act again. Mort, you are no longer stunned.

ORDER: Monk (stare, shaken, entangled, -7), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort, Yorad

The whole party is up!

Yorad grins at the entangled monk. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks as he again stabs at the monk.

Attack: short sword, bless, flank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Sneak Attack: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 30

Mort shakes the cobwebs from his head "What the... Can't say I've ever had that happen before!" As he looks down at his hand he sees his greatsword on the floor and frowns. "Well, I could pick that up.. or I could bash yer skull in with this warhammer here... I guess I'll pick option number two!"

He charges at the sad man in the net, drawing out his steel warhammer as he goes, and bringing it over his head and down with both hands and proceeds to really do a number on the floor with it.

2H Warhammer + Charge + Bless + Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 + 1 - 1 = 91d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 3 = 13

"Woah, been a while since I've used this!"

-2AC from charging

As much as Corona actually wanted to follow up on the threat of making the monk toasty warm, she knows that alchemist's fire in close quarters probably isn't the best idea right now. Instead, she moves around behind Sheela and attempts to stick the monk with her longspear.

"Fall back, New Friend! We'll take care of this mean monk!"

Attack (Longspear; Bless, Flanking): 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1
Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 79
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Don't worry New Friends, Corona shall slowly dink our foes to death! Also I believe we've got 2-3 rounds of Bless remaining, for those curious.

Sleep wouldn't go off until now. You wated a roll. :3

If he resists -this- save, Sophia will spend another round casting another sleep.

Because the monk is entangled, Yorad's attack goes through for another ten damage. Mort misses with his Warhammer! Tiffany dinks the resilient monk for another point of damage!

Sophia, although I mistimed the roll, I am not taking it back. To do so would be kind of like me rolling a die at a table over and over until I got the result I want. Sigh. I wanted him to fail that save as much as you did! Go ahead an cast sleep again, though, if you wish!

ORDER: Monk (stare, blurred, shaken, entangled, -18), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort, Yorad

Sheela, Princess Tiffany and Sophia are up!

I'm just teasing you there.

Sophia's painful stare will have triggered an extra +1 to Yorad's dmg last round, and +1 dmg to the 1st dmg dealt every round.

And yup, Sophia's casting her 2nd sleep spell.

"Gotcha!" Tiffany says as she tightly holds the net and draws her scimitar in her free hand. "Now take this!"

Scimitar: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Thank goodness! Teasing I can handle!

Sophia triggers an extra damage on the monk, and begins casting sleep.

Tiffany's Blur Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 72

Tiffany slices the entangled monk for another six points of damage.

Sheela? Have you got anything for this wonderfully resilient monk?

ORDER: Monk (stare, blurred, shaken, entangled, -25), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort, Yorad

Sheela is up!

The entangled monk earns a quick mace to the face!

Light Mace, Bless, Flanking: 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Miss Chance, Low is Bad: 1d100 ⇒ 47

...or not. She backs away.

Sheela misses with her mace.

Meanwhile, the monk is seething. "I almost had you! I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddlesome frogs!"

Flurry of blows, entangled, shaken: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 2 - 2 = 15
Flurry of blows, entangled, shaken: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 - 2 - 2 = 12

The monk aims at Tiffany twice and misses twice! "This is NOT the end! If you bring me down, another one of my brothers or sisters will come! We will set you all on fire!"

ORDER: Monk (stare, blurred, shaken, entangled, -25), Corona, Sophia, Princess, Sheela, Mort, Yorad

The whole party is up!

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Why am I now channeling Scooby-Doo?

Yorad comments, "I love hearing boastful threats from those who have been beaten...don't you?" He then strikes hard at the beleaguered monk.

Attack: short sword, bless, flank: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 26
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Sneak Attack: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Miss?: 1d100 ⇒ 1.
GRRRR....

Mort watches the scene of the Monk kicking and clawing at the tough little frog in amazement and a bit calculating. Not so scary now is he? Got to admire him not giving up though.

"I'm very interested in meeting this friend of yours, I hope she shows up sooner than later." Mort twirls the warhammer around, getting accustomed to the weight again before stepping across from said Frog and swinging it two handed golf club style for the man's chin.

2H Warhammer + Study + Bless + Flank + Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 = 231d8 + 6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 + 3 = 16

Move: Study, then Standard Smash!
Miss(low bad): 1d100 ⇒ 41

The monk gets to make that DC 16 willsave vs sleep, now that Sophia completed casting sleep.

If he resists it, Sophia glares at him.
"I wonder what you taste like, when we finish up with you."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"It's like an entire family, out to kick my ass. Honestly, that's not too different from what usually happens to me, haha."

Let's see if Mort tore that guy apart...

Mort hammers the monk HARD and the monk falls down. Sophia does not get to eat him, for he suddenly dissipates in a wiff of gaseous smoke! How do they do THAT?

--Monk Two Down!--

Do you want to change targets, Sophia? You see another monk, this time a woman in green robes, turn towards you and quaff a potion, becoming blurry as she does so.

Everyone else, you have a round to heal, reposition, or buff before she comes at you.

"Corona, dear, could you help with this burn wound?" Sheela lowers her sleeve, exposing her burned shoulder. "If it weren't for my exercise routine that scorching ray would have taken me right out."

Yorad takes the opportunity to switch from the cumbersome sword to his more comfortable knife.

Mort smiles seeing another one bite the dust, spins on his heels to go grab his greatsword... "Oh I see how it is! I can do this ALL DAY LONG!" So long as someone heals me... He eyes up his fresh target, then takes a step in her direction, pointing his blood covered warhammer at her as if to line up another hole in one.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14 That looked way scarier in my head...

Study target then intimidate.

"I'm on it, New Friend Sheela!" Corona nods as she quickly produces her healing wand and gives the young woman a tap.

Cure Light Wounds (Sheela): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

She then readies herself for their next opponent, wary of more firey ray attacks.

Sure thing GM.

Sophia shifts her hypnotic gaze at the newly arriving monk, and unleashes her sleep spell on her.

"If it weren't for my exercise routine that scorching ray would have taken me right out."

All I can picture is your avatar sitting on top of the shoulders of one of the 80s lady exercise gurus in fully body spandex.. and 1 and 2 and 1 and two.

Tiffany folds up her net again, because why not. "Nice job, guys! But I can't help but wonder if there are prizes after this? You know, once we win? What happened to our rubies? And our vase?!"

I don't remember OOC, but let's chalk it up to Tiffany being a bit of an airhead.

Sophia shifts her hypnotic gaze at the newly arriving monk, and unleashes her sleep spell on her.

The monk's pre-rolled will save comes into play. Her eyes close and she falls fast asleep...

CDG! CDG!

Awesssssome!

I gotta head out for a while so on the off chance people want to see a warhammer CDG I'll put it in a spoiler, otherwise as soon as that monk goes bye bye I'll recollect my greatsword

Boom!

Mort's hammer comes down and the monk dissipates in a wisp of smoke...

-- Monk Three Down! --

A pink-robed monk appears, her rose colored monk robes whirling in the wind. She drinks a potion and becomes blurry. You all have one round to reposition, heal or buff.

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Feel free to make your next posts, but I'm going to take the rest of today and tomorrow off, and let other tables catch up with monk kills. We've taken the first three monk kills of the special by ourselves. It's time to take the pedal off the accelerator for a couple days. See you all Thursday!

Is Sophia's psychomatic surge still considered active?
Otherwise, Sophia moves up to Yorad and renews it.

Initial temp hp: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Lifesaver temp hp: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
To get triggered when i choose.

"Oh come on! We beat three of you already, stop throwing people at us and give up already."

"Huh, I didn't even have to do anything there." Sheela rubs her shoulder instinctively. "Corona, feel free to help Mort."

"But...you're still hurt! No, let me finish patching you up - I insist!" Corona protests as she taps Sheela yet again with her healing wand.

Cure Light Wounds (Sheela): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Charges remaining (42).

"Huh...did it run out of juice?" she frowns as the second go with the healing wand proves to be noticeably less effective than the first. "Well, I guess it'll have to do for now," she sighs before moving up behind Mort.
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How is everyone else on HP?

Mort is undamaged. These monks really enjoy beating on the ladies it seems...

Mort starts to shake the skull and brain bits from his warhammer when #3 goes up in smoke, he smiles and reaches down to retrieve his greatsword "Kinda nice they don't leave a stack of bird treats when they go isn't it, and it makes it easier to find the sword they were sitting on!"

He slides the warhammer back in its spot on his belt and takes a few warmup twirls with his greatsword.

Enjoy the break HMM!

One could say they are 'hitting on the ladies'.