Chronicles of the Silver Rose Company

Game Master Patrick Curtin

Oi! You'd better not be spreading that around to your friends or Justin is going to get such a smack!

"I'll have what she's having," Karrin says to the waiter, referring to Merle's order.

Soon enough large bowls of a spicy seafood chowder is placed before them. They make quick work of the meal, it is delicious

1d6 ⇒ 6

I’ll need perception checks please

Per: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Justin thoroughly enjoys his own bowl of 'gumbo', but after warnings from both their guides and Mel, his old habits from the streets of Sigil return in this place, and he tosses frequent wary glances around the room.

Justin locks eyes with one of the Khaasta sitting over in the corner. The lizard being is covered in what looks like dragon skin armor. Justin suddenly has a memory of a shaman dressed in bones that looked an awful lot like this particular Khaasta. The Khaasta grunts suddenly narrow eyes widening. He bellows, and rises up quickly, knocking his chair over

“YOOOOOOOOOU!!!!” He roars

"Oh. Bother." Justin sighs into his bowl.

"Hey, Karrin, don't look now, but I think it's one of your admirers!"

Perception

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Merle far to busy feasting to notice much "Wow thish stush ish Guud."

"Huh, I sure hope this isn't another lizard folk who can't tell us smooth skins apart. You must have a real punchable face Justin, it's a cross cultural thing, even creatures without faces think you're too smug looking and need to be taken down a peg or two."

ROFLMAO! I never know what to expect from Karrin. And she has never disappointed me yet! ;P

Justin shrugs, trying valiantly to tone his smug-smirk down from 'blindingly pi$$i#g people off' to 'merely annoying overconfidence'.

"What can I say? It's a gift. And a curse. When your blessed with an over-abundance of Wit, Charm and Intelligence it's your duty, no, your responsibility, to share it with the Planes. And to tweak the noses of those who are too big for their britches."

Justin picks up another spoonful of Gumbo and blows on it.

"Sadly, not everyone appreciates the burden of responsibility I'm forced to bear. Said Khassta bellowing from the back of the room is case-in-point."

"What can I say? It's a gift. And a curse. When your blessed with an over-abundance of Wit, Charm and Intelligence it's your duty, no, your responsibility, to share it with the Planes. And to tweak the noses of those who are too big for their britches."

Merle looks up long enough from her bowl to mutter "Clearly not talking about himself then typicaggrrpph." before Seph shoves her face into the chowder again

Last damn post got eaten.

Hamar stands behind the Drow observing the room, he orders some sort of meat on a stick that he can eat and keep watch.

Perception 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (11) + 19 = 30

As the lizard man thing begins to bellow and point at the Wizard, Hamar places his hands on the hilts of his blades dropping the half-eaten meal on the floor.

Hamar sees the bartender getting a large crossbow ready, aiming it at the party

“No fighting! Take it outside!”

The dragonskin-clad Khaasta nods and points a finger at Karrin.

“You killed my broodmates with that accursed axe, devilborn! I will see it bathed in your blood!”

Ferissirion growls suddenly. The two pet alligators under the lizardfolk table stop tussling and stare over

The Khaasta party walks out on the porch and down the stairs

"Right . . . Because I'm sure this time you'll do SoOOo much better," Karrin grumbles as she grabs her axe.

"Should we just wait here and let the barkeep shoot them? I bet they cannot keep themselves calm.

Not that I mind a fight but I've only eaten half of my dinner..."

Justin sighs into his soup. The shovels another large spoonful into his mouth before starting to rise himself. He gives the Drow guides a wan smile.

"Sorry. Old business. Some folk just can't keep from taking business personally."

Justin claps Hamar on the shoulder. "Sorry. Your right, but we dont need to antagonize any of these fine folk. We can finish our dinner after."

"I don't know WHY they're so upset,..." Justin says clearly enough to be heard by everyone who is trying hard to look like they aren't listening. He gestures dramatically as he continues,...

",... We only burnt down HALF the Demiplane. We left the rest alone. Mostly." And follows Karrin towards the door.

Hamar shrugs and follow outside as well, stepping in front of Justin as he does so.

"Oh for......fine." An irrate Merle gets up to head outside and help the others deal with the interuption to her meal

The party descends and follows the Khaasta out to the back of the Gator Inn. There is a swampy area, with odd primitive cyclad trees. The air hums with insects, and the 'daylight' is gone. Mosterous croaks can be heard out on the nearby swamp. The swamp water borders both sides of this narrow jut of land, bordered by a stretch of stinking black mud

MAP

Green is swamp. The large trees are palm-like cyclads. The smaller ones are bushes. Tell me where you want to position and we'll kick this off

Karrin will be on the front line and Karrin will activate her belt of giant growth the moment she's outside.

I guess, if we just trade places with Karrin and Justin, then we have Karrin/Hamar on front line, Merle & Justin in second, and Mel hanging out on the end,(ALmost where he currently is) waiting to support either line as needed?

Sounds good to me

Agree with Justin. Does it seem that the ground around will hamper movement?

The sand colored ground is normal movement. The green is swamp, so water. The black is mud, which will count as difficult terrain

As Karrin grows in size, the dino-skin-clad Khaasta also grows, transforming into a huge tyrannosaurus rex made of fire. His brawnier lieutenants flank him, and the run-of-the-mill Khaasta start moving to the left, using the large bushes for cover

Roll initiative!

Map

As Karrin grows in size, the dino-skin-clad Khaasta also grows, transforming into a huge tyrannosaurus rex made of fire. His brawnier lieutenants flank him, and the run-of-the-mill Khaasta start moving to the left, using the large bushes for cover

Roll initiative!

"Oh. I am SOOOO looking forward to this,..." Justin drawls slowly. His voice dripping with so much sarcasm that you glance over, half expecting to see him standing in a puddle.

Init Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Merle? You still got that old 'Grease the Ground' spell handy? Drop it or anything else on the BIG guys before they get close to the others! Try to keep them off balance." Justin says in a calm, if rushed voice. The wizards own fingers are already moving, visibly gathering magical energy.

"I'll try to take out the support squad, AND see if I can't call for reinforcements while I'm at it,..." he adds with a smirk.

Waiting for the INIT order, or shall I go ahead and post action? :)

EDIT- I'll just post. :) PLAN is to drop my mega-fireball-of-DOOM at Location T15. By my count that SHOULD cover all of the group on the right, and the lowest of the upper group, and stop just shy of singing Hamar's eyebrows. :) IF my count is off, then location is T16, should still cover same bad guys?

Justin gathers energy, draws a fiery glyph in front of him with his new 'blasting rod', and his ring and medallion-necklace glimmer with the same reddish glow as the fiery glyph,...

"FUEGO! EXPLOSIVESS! MAXIMUS!" And sends a ball of fire nearly as large as his head screaming off towards the nearest incoming Kaashta,...

'The Big Boom', with all bonuses (but not using charges from fire ring, just the +1CL) Intensified, = 15D6 fireball, EMPOWERED by amulet, Etc etc,
15d6 + 6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 3, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 5, 2) + 6 + 1 + (6) = 71
+35 pts for EMPOWERED= 106 fire dmg total

"There. THAT should get their attention down at the camp." Justin says smugly,...

OK, just getting things together..

inits: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 161d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Swamp Brawl:
Khaasta mooks: 23
Justin:22
Khaasta Leader: 16
Special Guest: 15
Mel: 14
Khaasta Lieutenants:6
Hamar:
Merle:
Karrin:

Mel: 1d20 ⇒ 14
special guest star: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

The flanking Khaastas aim bows at Justin

arrow one: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d8 ⇒ 4
arrow two: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d8 ⇒ 7
arrow three: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d8 ⇒ 2
arrow four: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 ⇒ 2
arrow five: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 ⇒ 5

A pretty piss-poor showing. So I’ll need a DC 14 Concentration check from the one that pinked you

EDIT: I forgot you were flat footed, so both of those 13s hit as well. So a DC 23 concentration check

Init1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Justins plan being a pretty good one (Although she would never admit it to his face) she will attempt to grease the big Khassta

initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
I got to see how the battle field lines up before I make my move

Dangit, ate my post in mid-post!

And OWIES OWIES OWIES! Dangit Jim! I'm a WIZARD, not a pincushion! ;P

Concentration Check: 1d20 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 5 = 19

Oh for pete's,... Are you KIDDING me? :P

THAT is probably the single biggest 'fizzle' in my personal game history. Ever. Just sayin'. :P

Yeah these Khaasta have seen your tricks. They remember the tower ...

Swamp Brawl:
Khaasta mooks: 23 (arrows-5/held 1)
Justin:22 (wizzle fizzle)
Khaasta Leader: 16 (Flame)
Special Guest: 15 (fireball breath weapon)
Mel: 14 (god bomb)
Merle: 13 (Grease)
Karrin: 12
Khaasta Lieutenants:6
Hamar: pending

The Fiery dinosaur waggles the smallish arms and roars. A column of flame arcs down from the dark sky, touching down in a fiery tornado laced with black energy between Karrin and Hamar The smell of rotted eggs fills the air

Flame strike 10’ radius. I believe that’s Hamar, Karrin, and Justin DC 18 Reflex for 1/2

Flame/radiant dam: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2, 4, 6, 5, 5, 1, 4, 4) = 39

There is a sudden screech and a large reptilian form arcs out of the sky. It belches forth a sizzling ball of flame from its mouth which explodes directly over Justin

This breath weapon is a fireball. 20’ radius. I believe if is centered on Justin it will get everyone. DC 16 Reflex for 1/2

Fireball: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 2, 1, 2) = 14

Channel Energy: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 5, 1, 2) = 13

reflex: 1d30 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Mel raises his holy symbol up high and a wave of healing magic washes over the party

Init1d20+7

Justins plan being a pretty good one (Although she would never admit it to his face) she will attempt to grease the big Khassta

Where do you want to set it? Farthest point can be 50’ from your position. That does putyou in range of the fire dinosaur

Hamar Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Hamar Reflex Save 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Hamar rolls away from the blast and feels the light of Mel's channel wash over him, a bit singed but overall fine, the Barbarian looks to Karrin to make a move and he will follow as he activates his boots of speed.

Based on the map, I will be Dervish Dancing around. Those are all 5' squares correct?

Hamar Initiative 1d20+5

Hamar Reflex Save 1d20+15

Hamar rolls away from the blast and feels the light of Mel's channel wash over him, a bit singed but overall fine, the Barbarian looks to Karrin to make a move and he will follow as he activates his boots of speed.

Based on the map, I will be Dervish Dancing around. Those are all 5' squares correct?

Yessir

Reflex: FLame Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Reflex: Fireball: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Flame strike catches full force, Save for 1/2 on Fireball: - his minor gem of armoring (-1 each attack) =26HP left. (His lvl 11 stats are still on home PC. :P My bad!) +heal from Mel, =39HP. (THX Mel!) ;P

"Um, OW?! WHAT the heck was watchout!" Justin cries as the fireball is breathed over the group. He turns and his coat catches most of the fireball blast. Which still singes him, but that pain is ignorable next to the burning sensation of the Flame Strike that preceded it.

Justin nods his thanks to Mel as the cleric swiftly releases a surge of healing over the group.

"Stupid lizards are stealing MY punch lines!" Justin Grumbles.

The wizard eyes the flying lizard that joined the fray.

"They are taking this WAY to personally."

Memnon looks a bit charcoally, his violet crystal shape smudged with a thick layer of soot

“You think, boss?”

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

“The flying lizard is a flame drake. These Khaasta might have lizard pets in the swamp too. They like to spring surprises. Stay away from the water. Good news is if you wax these jumped up geckos they are nomads as a rule, so they likely have all their stuff in a wagon at the inn.”

Memnon replies to Justin’s inevitable raised eyebrow

“What? I’m being practical. It’s pathetic watching you count out greens at the apothecary for fresh bat guano”

reflex flame strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
reflex fireball: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Edit: Karrin takes 19-5 from the flame strike, 7-5 from the fireball, 16 damage total

"Hmm, not bad, now it's my turn."

Karrin will take a move over to Q&R 11&10, quick cast a true Strike, and then power attack the big dino with a vampiric touch spell.

attack: 1d20 + 14 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 14 + 20 = 48
damage: 2d8 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (8, 1) + 18 + (5) = 32
potential holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8
vamperic touch: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 3, 1, 1) = 32

great cleave Q-13: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
damage: 2d8 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 18 + (4) = 27
potential holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12

great cleave O-10: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
damage: 2d8 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 18 + (3) = 27
potential holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

Karrin gains 32 temporary hit points.

Merle reflex

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

using her catfolk re-roll

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Memnon looks a bit charcoally, his violet crystal shape smudged with a thick layer of soot

“You think, boss?”

1d20+15

“The flying lizard is a flame drake. These Khaasta might have lizard pets in the swamp too. They like to spring surprises. Stay away from the water. Good news is if you wax these jumped up geckos they are nomads as a rule, so they likely have all their stuff in a wagon at the inn.”

Memnon replies to Justin’s inevitable raised eyebrow

“What? I’m being practical. It’s pathetic watching you count out greens at the apothecary for fresh bat guano”

"Well,... Your not wrong." Justin murmurs wryly.

"Thanks Memnon. Dangers of getting stuck in a rut. Forget to use the REALLY dangerous weapon. My Brain. I need options for the flaming dino-guy. IF we cant drag him to the water how can we extinguish him? Dispel Magic?"

Justin watches Karrin land a mighty swing on the big dino-guy.

"OR,... You know, I can just let Karrin do her thing,... "

K: rolls, looking for a weakness for the Flame Drake.
K:Dungeoneering or Nature, whichever applies 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32

"HAMAR! Take out the archers! I'm tired of being used as a pincushion! And stay away from the water. They probably have pets in there!" Justin calls out to his friends.

Justin knows these creatures are invulnerable to paralysis, sleep , and fire. They are vulnerable to cold, however

Merle reflex

1d20+6

using her catfolk re-roll

1d20+6

I’ll need a concentration check for you too Merle. DC 17

stuffs

Ouch

The flaming creature bellows as Ferissirion cleaves deeply into it. It’s flames seem to dim from yellow to deep red as Ferissirion’s blade touches them. The one lone Khaasta behind it runs up and slaps it. It’s flames spring up again, though not as bright as before

"Thanks Memnon. Dangers of getting stuck in a rut. Forget to use the REALLY dangerous weapon. My Brain. I need options for the flaming dino-guy. IF we cant drag him to the water how can we extinguish him? Dispel Magic?"

The skull coughs. Justin assumes he’s being dramatic because he doesn’t actually have lungs

1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36

“That looks like either a wild shape or some sort of polymorphic magic. Elemental Form of the Second Order might do it. I’m betting wild shape. If so, a dispel magic won’t do any good. It’s a supernatural ability. If you have ice magic in your noggin nows the time to unleash it”