Can You Hear The People Sing? (Hell's Rebels)

Game Master Paladin of Baha-who?

Moving Lydia and Kiri.

The rest of the group moves into the larger room, nervously looking around the dimly lit room. No one has mentioned producing any sort of light source now that Davina's Daylight spell has expired, so anyone without either darkvision or low-light vision will have a miss chance.

Suddenly another ugly little grimple pops out of a hole in the far wall, and opens its mouth. Suddenly a disgusting torrent of putrid puke spews forth, more than you'd think its tiny body would be capable of holding! The vomit sprays 30 feet forward in a relatively narrow line, spraying over Jessibel, with a few stinking drops hitting Lucius and Domitius.

Jessibel, you need to make a DC 11 Fortitude save or be nauseated for 4 rounds.

Order:
Kiri
Leora
??
Domitius
Jessibel
Lucius
Lydia
Davina
??

At the sudden appearance of this grimple thing Kiri saw a target she could let loose some of her tension on, as soon as it was done puking that is. She saw it run out of vomit and quickly moved up, her arms pulled the air in around her and focused it on the thing letting a blast of air slam into it.

Air Blast: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 9

GM, Jessibel cast Light on several of us before we went down the ladder to fight the rats. Leora cast light on her shield too. Have 10 minutes passed since we went down the leader? If so, Leora would have recast her spell once it expired.

In either case, Leora will move 4 squares down to be directly next to the enemy.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Jessibel manages to raise her buckler in time to keep from getting hit in the face by the putrid stream, but the right side of her prized armor is covered with nasty chunks and dripping spew. The bard does not look pleased with this development.

I know Jessibel cast light on her rapier and offered the spell to the others, though I'm not sure who if anyone took her up on the offer.

Sorry about that, I was looking but I couldn't find any reference to light in the previous page's posts. Maybe it was further back than that. Anyway, light is fine, then.

Kiri's air blast slams into the grimple and knocks it to the floor.

"Maent yn lladd Kaani! Rydych anghyfreithlon!" another grimple shouts, and three more emerge from the holes in the walls.

Two of them gather eldritch power, and the floor below Lydia, Domitius, Leora, Lucius, and Jessibel becomes as slick as the rungs of the ladder were before. Lydia and Leora fall to the floor, though the others are able to regain their balance.Yup, they used grease. I rolled reflex saves for you. The brown squares indicate where it is. Any movement, including 5-ft steps, requires a DC 10 acrobatics check. If this fails, a DC 9 reflex save is needed, or you fall prone. The squares also count as difficult terrain.

Another grimple flies across the room to land on Lydia and tries to bite her! Its teeth are tiny, but painful, and she is worried about how filthy it is. 1 point nonlethal damage to Lydia.

Order:
Domitius
Jessibel
Lucius
Lydia
Davina
??
Kiri
Leora
Red
Yellow
Aqua

"Get offa her..!"

Doing his best to keep his footing, Domitius shifts around to get a clear swing at the grimple trying to bite Lydia.

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13 Yikes, that ACP...

Falcata attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Falcata damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Falcata crit confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Falcata crit damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 6) + 12 = 20

I wasn't sure if that counted as flanking the little bugger. I mean, I'm pretty sure I hit either way, with or without the flanking, but I might need it for the confirm.

You're not flanking, but you do hit.

Domitius turns around and swings his thick blade with an angry shout, catching the little fey right in the neck and completely decapitating it.

Dom looks down at Lydia, and offers her a hand up. “Whatever instrument that was before, as of now... they’re playing dead.” He has a strong, inexplicable urge to put some sort of protective covering over his eyes.

YEEEEEEEAH!

I think I'm doing this right, but I'm not sure if there might be a penalty involved. Guess we'll find out.

Jessibel's displeasure at being puked on becomes full-on anger as the grimples pull their latest slimy stunt. The girl overcomes her rage, however, and tries to think and act rationally. Seeing the grimple that pulled a Mr. Creosote on her has scrammed, Jessi decides to try to extricate herself and the fallen Leora from the grimple grease.

She squats and grabs ahold of Leora (move action to pick up an item?), tries to step out of the greased area herself (into the square below her starting square, start of a second move action), and then (hopefully) drags Leora out of the slimed area.

(Moved Jessi straight down, down diagonally right, then straight down again; double movement cost for each square. Moved Leora two squares (down diagonally right, then straight down.)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Davina hears the grimples screaming about their friend,and sees Leora fall. She takes a couple of steps to the left avoiding the grease. She yells back at them in Sylvan.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

[ooc]
Move me down one square 5 feet and left 3 squares. That should avoid the grease. Having issues with the formats this morning.

Jessibel offers a hand to Leora to help the cleric back to her feet.

Wow--Mrs. Eradon can speak Gremlinese! Will wonders never cease?

Moved Davina's token as per request.

The flute has indeed ceased, now that the shouts and sounds of combat have broken out.

Moving another character in combat is covered by the Drag combat maneuver, which, since your characters are willing, we can treat as if you rolled a natural 20, and you would be able to move Leora a total of 10 feet, which is how far you moved her on the map. Doing this adjacent to an opponent would of course provoke an attack of opportunity.

It should also be noted that the gremlin who puked on Jessibel is not hiding, it's dead or dying due to Kiri's attack.

Davina, demoralizing requires you to pick a particular target unless you have a special ability. Which gremlin do you want to demoralize?

I'll go with yellow. I think that one isn't almost dead.

The ones who have been injured are already down, either dead or dying. These guys don't have a lot of HP, even with DR2/cold iron.

The mellifluous language belies Davina's harsh words, and the grimple to whom she addressed her threats looks worried, especially considering the sudden, bloody death its companion just suffered.

Lucius tries to move out of the greasy spot while taking a shot at the nearest gimple.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 2

Lucius hits one of the grimples but the musket ball doesn't seem to do any damage.

Lydia is still up.

Moving for Lydia.

Lydia stands up and tries to step out of the grease. Unfortunately, her feel slip out from under her and she falls flat again. Grumbling, she decides to aim a shot of electricity at the nearest gremlin from the floor, but she misses.

Another grimple pops out of its hole in the wall, and floats over to spew another gross line of vomit over Davina and Lydia. Only Davina is hit by a large amount. DC 11 Fortitude save or be nauseated for 1 round.

Order:
Kiri
Leora
Red
Yellow
Domitius
Jessibel
Lucius
Lydia
Davina
Blue

With more of these nasty critters popping out of the walls and now floating Kirri gives a whistling laugh as she move to get in range of one of them. She once again sends a blast of air at a grimple, one which connects solidly and nearly turns the grimple to paste on the wall as it slams against it.

Air Blast e/ PB on yellow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 = 201d6 + 1 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 3 + 1 = 9

"Sheesh. I can't believe I've fallen on my butt this many time in the livery and haven't even had anything to drink..." Leora grumbles as she finds herself on the ground again.

Leora is impressed that Jessibel can drag her out of the grimple's way. "Thanks! The grease knocked me over, but it probably made your life easier!" She says as Jessi scoots her across the floor. She climbs to her feet, no longer standing in the slimy grease puddle. She will have to clean it off of her armor later though.

Rapier still drawn, she slashes at the grimple in front of her.
attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Since Jessi dragged Leora out of the grease I'm assuming no check is needed to stand up. Move action to stand, standard to attack blue.

Kiri's air blast smashes the gremlin against the wall, while Leora's rapier meets some resistance, but is still able to badly wound the smelly little creature.

"I uffern gyda swn hwn!" the one near Lucius says, and makes a beeline for the door and then the trap door in the ceiling of the room you all just came in through.

The wounded grimple retreats to the holes in the wall to the south and disappears into one of the tiny tunnels.

Combat over, unless you want to take out the ones who are fleeing.

Jessibel doesn't bother chasing the fleeing grimples. Instead she casts a number of prestidigitation spells to clean the vomit off herself and Davina and the grease off Leora and (assuming she eventually makes it up off the floor) Lydia.

The bard renews the light spell on her rapier, offering to cast the cantrip for anyone else who needs it. Noticing that the previous prestidigitations she'd used to color her hair and armor have expired, the raven-haired girl decides to go 'full-Thrune,' slipping on the CCG armband and Thrune amulet.

That's enough actions to keep her busy for a while. I'll let the others do the searching and whatnot.

EDIT: Placed Jessi's token near Lydia, since cleaning her would've been one of her last actions.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

She avoids being sickened, but she's unhappy with the vomit all over her new armor. She yells at the retreating grimple.

I know the dogs are dead, but maybe it doesn't. Hopefully that will keep it worried for a while.

She says, "Thank you for the cleaning Jessibel. That's very kind of you. No one wants to smell that smell for any longer than necessary."

"Thank you Jessi. That's a nice trick," Leora says gratefully as Jessibel cleans off her armor. "How many gribbles were there? I couldn't see them from where I was laying on the ground."

Once this is taken care of, Leora takes a look at the nearby gate to see if there is any sort of mechanism or some way to open it.
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Sorry for not being around, I've been busy.

Lydia grimaces, feeling a little foolish for spending that content slipping in a grease puddle. [b]"Well, nice job everyone, great teamwork. And yes, thank you Jessibel, I certainly could use a cleaning.

With the grimples gone Lydia takes a look around the room.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Davina looks to the left trying to get a sense of the other side of the room away from the gate.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 2 + (1) = 9
Using Inspiration That didn't help much.

"Well, that was pretty awful. We, uh, we never have to mention that part about the vomiting to anyone not in this room, right?"

Dom heads over toward where the grimple popped out of the wall, wanting to see if there are any further unpleasant surprises, and also trying to get a look deeper into the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Even moved myself, since I'm posting from my PC and not my phone. :)

With a twinkle in her eye, Davina says, "I agree let's not mention the vomit or the slipping. It wouldn't look good in the history books about the great Liberators of Kintargo."

She answers Leora's question to the best of her ability. "I think there were four or five. The were blown up or ran away so fast I couldn't quite tell."

The gate does appear to have a lock, though it seems rusty and fragile.

Investigation of the room reveals support structures for the stable above and remains of old slaughterhouse meat storage facilities. The grimples have fled, leaving no trace but the filthy pillows and blankets that fill a square depression to the northwest. (The square on the map.)

Dom's sharp eyes notice something shiny glinting from the grimple nest, and searching through the mess discovers a small treasure trove, no doubt stolen or found by the gremlins at some point. It contains:

• 12 gold sails
  
• 185 silver shields
  
• 352 copper pinches
  
• a pair of quartz earrings
  
• nine silver coat buttons in the shredded remains of a coat
  
• a finely made cloak that seems to shed dirt when you pick it up

Kiri did her part in helping search for anything of value but also paid attention to the bolt holes the grimples used to flee from just in case they decided to come back so she could blast them before they became a problem. She eventually made her way to the structure at the end of the room as she tried to figure out what it was for.

"Well, I'm glad I can offer our little company something, even if it's just cleaning services," Jessibel replies with a smile to the words of thanks from her new friends.

Seeing Kiri exploring near the west end of the chamber and Domitius also around the midpoint, Jessi decides to be brave, saying that she'll check out the far western end of the chamber, "Just to make sure we aren't leaving any foes behind us."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Nothing of interest can be found in the western part of the room, beyond the slaughterhouse equipment. There is actually no explanation for what the C-shaped thing is on the left-hand side. I figure there was probably something special about it but it got cut for space during editing.

"All clear," Jessibel reports as she walks back out of the weird western passage and rejoins the others, wondering how they'll deal with the rusty gate that blocks their way.

Lucius simply reloads his musket as the tiny creatures flee, but he keeps a close eye on the holes to make sure they didn't come back. Looking over at the fragile gate Lucius looks at his companions. "Anyone have some skill with a lockpick or are we just going to break the gate down?"

"Unless that key Davina has works on this door, I think we have to break it down. It looks pretty rusty, should be a piece of cake."

Assuming no one steps forward to unlock the lock or the key doesn't work:

Getting a slight running start, Leora puts her armored shoulder into the rusty gate, trying to batter it down.

strength check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Seeing Leora is about to ram the door with her shoulder, she tries the key in the lock quickly.

The key fits in but doesn't turn. This could be because it's not the right key, or it might be rusty and sticking.

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Lydia lifts her arms and examines them for a moment; upon confirming their noodliness, she shouts at Leora, "You can do it! I believe in you!"

Fun facts: this is one of three characters I've ever played with a strength score below 14. The other two were a swashbuckler and a rogue.

Finding nothing of interest at the west end of the room Kiri moved back towards the gate where they were trying to get the key to work. She watched as they found that it fit but couldn't seem to get it to turn. "Have you tried turning it the other way yet?"

With Lydia's words of encouragement and Kiri's practical suggestion, Leora tries turning the key the other direction first. Then she tries twisting it harder in either direction in case the rust is making it stick, though she doesn't want to break the key itself!

strength to force the key: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Dom lowers a shoulder. "Let me know when you want me to try my key..."

The key turns part-way in the lock as Leora continues to work it from side to side.

I'm assuming she will continue to try to turn it, in which case:

After perhaps half a minute of working the key in the dusty, rusty old lock, it turns all the way and the gate can be slowly creaked open.

The stairs are grimy and slippery, but allow descent to an old door which turns out not to be locked.

Please move your icons or indicate where you need to be moved, and I will provide a post regarding the room on the other side of the door tonight.

Jessibel creeps down the stairs, trying to be quiet and impress her feathered mentor. When she nears the doors she turns to the others with a slightly perplexed look on her face and mouths the word: "Water?"

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Davina follows Jessibel down the stairs. She sees Jessibel mouth the word water and shrugs.

We are near the docks and have been moving steadily lower than street level for a while. Water is possible.

She quietly listens.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Please put my token behind Jessibel. If the group gathers up put me toward the middle of the party.

With the gate now opened, and Jessibel demonstrating her technique, Kiri stealthily moved down the stairs as well while watching for trouble.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Leora listens as well, hearing the sounds of splashing. She stops and waits in front of the door for everyone to gather, ready to open it once everyone has arrived. She draws her rapier since she's unsure of what will be on the other side.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

I moved my token.

Dom heads down to the door. This time, his hearing isn't quite up to the task; if there's something on the other side, damn if he can make out what it is.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Moved myself.

Moving ahead here. Assuming Lucius and Lydia will have joined the group before the door is opened, I have placed their icons at the back.

Leora opens the doors, and she and Domitius step forward cautiously. Shortly after the door, an open archway in the north wall reveals a huge, circular chamber, mostly occupied by a fifty-foot-diameter pool of rancid, brown slurry. Chunks of plaster have fallen away, leaving ragged patches behind in the walls and ceiling and mounds of rubble on the floor. What wall space remains is decorated in crude drawings and symbols of sinister form. Greasy-looking chains run between four stout pillars rising from the muck and anchor to various points on the wall.

Wallowing in the fetid water are three hideous creatures resembling roiling waves of fatty flesh, with half-formed limbs and a dripping, tumorous face.

Despite Leora's not-entirely-silent armor, they don't seem to have noticed the entry.

Domitius and Leora get a surprise round.

Surprise:
Domitius
Leora
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Initiative order:
Kiri
Lydia
Domitius
Jessibel
Lucius
Leora
Green Lemure
Red Lemure
Blue Lemure
Davina

Surprised and disgusted by the gross creatures and churning fluid, Leora calls out "Cayden, give us your blessing so we can destroy these, um, monsters!"

Casting bless. Everyone gets +1 to attacks and saves vs fear. 10 rounds remaining.

Revolted at the sight of these... whatever they are, Domitius, bolstered by Leora's blessing, strides into the room clutching his sword.

"What are these things...?"

Jess (or anyone, really), please be kind enough to move me diagonally 3 squares? Basically 3 right & 3 up.