DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

The moonlight bridge popped into place just as the deva's spell wrapped three of the drow in holy light. Two of the creatures flinched away, burned, but not too badly, but the third screamed and clawed at his eyes with crisped hands. Bruendor took advantage of the distraction to race up the moonlight bridge ad drive his rapier into the drow's neck. The drow burbled in pain and terror, swaying on his feet.

The shaitan gestured, and one of the drow froze in place, muscles quivering as they strained to push against the magical forces holding them steady.

Lefrik charges forward across the moonbridge, hooking to the left even as his friend hooked to the right.

Not sure if that counts as a direct path to get to L13 but barbarian speed and so forth might help.

to hit if charge allowed 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35
Dmg: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

If charge and attack not possible then a full move it is to get into said drow's face... and nothing bad can come of that *Wry*

Lefrik leaped up the ramp after Bruender, bringing his weapon down in a powerful arc, catching his target in the side. The drow recovered remarkably smoothly, slashing at Lefrik with his rapier and drawing a fine line of blood. He was joined by another, while a third went to engage Bruendor and hold the dwarf still while his companion cleared the blindness from his eyes. The final two drow abandoned the shaitan and leaped down from the dais, heading straight for the rear guard.

Hey. ^^; It's my turn, too…

Anklebiter draws a bead on the red Drow approaching the rear guard and barks words of arcane power. Three rays of searing, sizzling heat go flying towards the purple-skinned marauder!

Spell penetration 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 2 = 33
Anklebiter casts Empowered Scorching Ray at the red Drow at S 17!
Ranged touch attack #1 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for 4d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 6, 3) = 17 fire damage, plus 8 comes to a total of 25 damage.
Ranged touch attack #2 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 for 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 1) = 14 fire damage, plus 7 comes to a total of 21 damage.
Ranged touch attack #3 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 for 4d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 5) = 12 fire damage, plus 6 comes to a total of 18 damage.

"Prithee deal with the vermin drawing close, mine mortal allies," the deva says, "whilst I provide ranged support to our comrades in the field."

Again, the angel unleashes its power, celestial light erupting around Bruendor, Lefrik and the Drow ganging up on them!

Spell penetration 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30.
Movanic deva uses Holy Smite, centered on N13, catching all the Drow currently engaging Lefrik and Bruendor. Will save DC 18 to halve 5d8 ⇒ (7, 5, 1, 5, 7) = 25 holy damage. Failure to save causes one round of blindness. The spell-like ability won't do any harm to Lefrik and Brue, since they're Good-aligned.

Bruendor frowns as two of the drow leap past their front line, memories of the recent slaughter in the council chambers fresh in his mind. He pushes the bloodbath out of his mind, reminding himself that the other three were capable in their own rights, and he resumes his focus on the living drow before him.

Since I'm not sure what's going to happen due to the holy smite, I'll add a few conditionals here. If Orange falls, then both attacks are directed towards Blue. If Orange doesn't fall, then the first attack is directed towards Blue, and the second towards Orange. Sneak attack is included on Orange only, since there's really no way I can get one right now for Blue.

Attack 1, bane, favored enemy: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 37
Damage 1, bane, favored enemy: 3d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6, 4) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 23

Attack 2, bane, favored enemy: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 14
Damage 2, bane, favored enemy: 3d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1, 5) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 17
Sneak Attack![/dice: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5) = 13

Crit Attack 1, bane, favored enemy: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 27
Crit Damage 1, bane, favored enemy: 1d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 9

Calla calls on Calistria, turning her judgment to vengeance vs. the nearest drow swift to switch to destruction and justice judgments and follows up Anklebiter's attack, launching a trio of arrows.

Targeting red, unless of course he's already dead, in which case I'm 5-ft. stepping to my right and targeting the other nearby one
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, point blank): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 2) + 11 = 18

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, point blank): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 6) + 11 = 21

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, point blank): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 4) + 11 = 20

Kel moves closer to the drow approaching from the left and hold out a palm towards it. A wave of bright colored lights erupts over the drow that seems to wilt before the display.

Kel now has Awesome Display -5 (Su) Your Illusion (pattern) spells treat observers as -5 HD lower than their actual HD.

Cast Color Spray, DC 16 Will save, adjusted for Awesome Display

7 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.)

8 or 9 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.

10 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round.

You'll probably need a caster level check, Kel.

All drow have SR, so penetration checks for all spells that require them, please. I have rolled for Kel.

Anklebiter's spell took the charging drow in the chest, and the dark elf screamed as he was nearly completely obliterated by the fire spell. Up on the balcony, yet more screams erupted as the deva's holy smite blasted full force into two of the drow, while a third managed to survive without as much damage, and with his eyes intact. The shaitan also was burned by the spell, and she glared daggers at the movanic deva before turning her attention back to the drow. Bruendor managed to badly wound the elf to his left, then cross-lunged at the blinded elf to his right, only to miss as the drow staggered at the last moment. Kel's spell fizzled as the coruscating light came into contact with the remaining nearby drow. The evil smile on the creature's face blossomed as he saw the spell failing. That smile became a rictus grin as three of Calla's arrows punched through armor and flesh. The running drow fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, sliding to a stop well short of the archer. The shaitan slashed at one of the blinded drow, but the blade sailed smoothly past its target.

"Two of you against one of me eh?" Lefrik snorts "Well, you should have brought more."

Lefrik's sword hums and swings out to strike the one he had hit before, this time in a flurry of strikes.

TO hit 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27
Dmg if that hits: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
To hit 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Dmg if that hits: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
To hit 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Dmg if that hits: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

And cleaving to the side for a strike against the fellow's friend while he does so

Cleave! So one attack on evilo elfo number 2
to hit 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34
Dmg if that hits 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Oh, not sure if it's going to come up but "Improved Uncanny Dodge (Lv >= 15) (Ex) Retain DEX bonus to AC when flat-footed. You cannot be flanked unless the attacker is Level 15+.

Lefrik took advantage of the deva's blinding spell and cut down both of the drow against him. Roaring in triumph he turned and slung blood from his blade onto the other nearby drow. Bruendor's foe looked scared, and near death, but he was determined to slay the dwarf. The dark elf's rapier flew, jabbing holes in Brunedor's neck and chest. The point of the rapier pierced the armor, but fortunately did not manage to hit anything vital.

Anklebiter chants urgently, then points his green hand at the Drow facing Bruendor. Five darts of force fly away, howling as per usual -- but these darts somehow seem a little stronger than his usual array! The darts split in mid-flight, three impacting the Drow slightly to the right of the Dwarf, the remaining two hitting the one right in front of him.

Spell penetration 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 = 31
One casting of Empowered Magic Missile.
That's 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 1) + 3 = 9 +4 = 13 unerring force damage to the Drow at L17, and 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 2 = 9 +4 = 13 unerring force damage to the Drow at L16.

If the Drow are still standing after all of that, the deva again unleashes celestial magic on the battlefield! Glorious light bathes the two Drow and Bruendor in its radiance…

Another Holy Smite, centered on O16. Will save DC 18 to halve 5d8 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 4, 6) = 16 holy damage. Fail to make the save and be blinded for one round!

Kel waits just long enough to see if the attacks drop the remaining drow...

delay until after Calla

Bruendor glances over to Lefrik as his warrior friend slays the two drow upon him, but it's that slight distraction that allows the drow to seize an advantage. Two deadly strikes slip past Bruendor's defenses, but the dwarf is able to redirect the blows to less vital areas.

They still hurt like Hell, though.

"Enough of this," Bruendor says through gritted teeth, and launches an all-out assault upon the two drow.

Again, full attack, though I'm going to start with Orange this time. If Orange falls, then the remaining attacks go after Blue.
I'll roll sneak as well, just in case I get it on either.

Attack 1, bane, FE: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 21
Damage 1, bane, FE: 1d6 + 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + (4, 6) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 19
Sneak 1!: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 3) = 9

Attack 2, bane, FE: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 15
Damage 2, bane, FE: 1d6 + 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + (2, 3) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 18
Sneak 2!: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6) = 12

This would normally be where I complain about how the dice roller is out to get me, but after the last few rounds, that's clearly not the case.

Calla steps up next to the deva and launches another trio of arrows from her inexhaustible supply.

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (6, 3) + 10 = 19

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

The first of Bruendor's targets, the blind one, dropped with the dwarf's rapier in his throat. Bruendor tried to cross and slice, but the other wounded drow leaned way back away from the blade. Unfortunately for him, this brought his head in clear sight of Calla, who neatly placed an arrow in the yelling drow's open mouth.

As the battle came to a close, the shaitan still held herself ready for attack, though her posture was defensive more than aggressive. "Thank you for your aid, surface dwellers. May I ask if we are to continue this little fracas, or were you wishing for a more peaceable interaction?"

"Actually, we came to see you," Anklebiter says, "for peaceful reasons. We wanted to ask for your help - against the Drow, as the matter stands. We may well have common cause."

"Pray accept my apologies for my misdirected energies, Geniekin Daughter of the Deep Delves of the Elemental Plane of Earth," the deva says as she sheathes her blade. "Should it please thee, I offer healing to mend the damage I have dealt."

The deva raises an empty hand and quirks an eyebrow at the geniekin.

"It seems both our homes are being threatened by the drow," Bruendor explains, lowering his weapon in an attempt to deescalate the situation. "We had heard you had assisted surface dwellers like us in the past, and came to ask for your assistance and knowledge of the Land of Black Blood."

Calla grunts, and begins making sure all the drow are in fact dead, checking their bodies over as her companions talk to the shaitan.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35

The shaitan smiled at your responses. “I thank you for your assistance in dispatching these vermin, and will thank you further when you remove them from my sight. The cursed drow are a plague on my land, and even now they deface these caverns, carving wounds into the earth to bring ruin down on the Land of Black Blood and open it to the sky. I would have you stop them—but something tells me you are well ahead of my requests. How can I aid you in your quest?”

As the deva moved forward to make good on her offer of healing, however, she stopped and stared at the shaitan. "What foul trickery is this?!?!?!?! Spawn of the evil one, prepare yourself for thy doom is at hand!"

The movanic deva's wings unfurled and she launched herself at the shaitan, her great flaming blade whipping into the stone genie. The blade punched through the stone flesh and a gout of blood splashed to the floor. The shaitan screamed in pain and backed up, preparing a spell. "How dare you!" called the genie as a disintegrating ray lanced into the deva. Feathers curled and skin split as the angelic being was nearly destroyed by the magic. Only the barest shreds of power held her together.

"Well," The barbarian, chief officer of stating the obvious for the party, observes "This is awkward."
But he does not move to attack, rather simply moving before ANklebiter ready to protect the frailest member of their party should the genie thing decide to continue attacking.

"What fresh Darklands Hell is this?" Calla snarls.

She advances halfway up the bridge and tries to make some sense of the new battle.

Move 30 feet forward, then use detect evil, looking toward the shaitan and deva; it'll take a couple rounds to figure out which is the source if I do detect any evil.

Kel narrows her eyes at the scene. "What sort of earth genie can disintegrate foes, or is that a genie at all?"

Knowledge, Planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Soldier of Righteousness! I bid you quickly withdraw to the astral plane and return to my side after healing yourself!" Anklebiter yells. "Creature of evil, yield or perish!"

The Goblin hurriedly chants a spell, releasing five darts of force at the shaitan - if that's what she is!

Spell penetration 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 2 = 28; Empowered magic missile for 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 4, 2, 4, 3) + 5 = 19 + 9 = 28 force damage. Trusting the literal angel in the room on this one.

Bruendor stays his hand for the moment - but only for a moment, as a quintet of force darts slam into the genie. "You should listen to the man," the dwarf says, raising his blade again. "We've killed demons, y'know." Bruendor leaps to the side, trying to avoid the shaitan's scimitar.

Move to K17, using Acrobatics to avoid an AoO. After that, attacking defensively and using Combat Expertise to increase my AC by 6 this round to 30 (after the move, of course). If bane or favored enemy count here, then please add them.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Attack, CExpertise, fight defensively: 1d20 + 14 - 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 3 - 4 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Calla moved forward as spells and bodies flew past her. She concentrated on what lay ahead, and yes, there was indeed an aura of evil on the platform. But, with all the combatants, it was impossible to tell who, or what, what exuding it. Anklebiter held no illusions. In his mind, the deva was acting on its nature, attacking a force of evil. So, Anklebiter waived it off and then attacked himself, sending a gout of magical missiles to slam into the shaitan. Lefrik moved to protect the goblin, and Bruendor took an advantageous position behind the genie, though his attacks missed entirely.

Kelendra crinkled her brow as she concentrated, trying to recall what she knew about shaitan genies. She supposed there was no reason a shaitan would not know disintegration spells, though such creatures were commonly limited to shope- and mineral-related spellcraft. More telling was the splash of blood. No shaitan should bleed like that, as they were creatures of the plane of earth, and their bodies did not bleed as mortals' do.

The deva retreated at Anklebiter's words, though she did not leave for the astral plane. Instead, she bowed her head and prayed. An infusion of holy power closed the worst of her wounds, and started the healing process.

The genie screamed "How dare you come into my home and attack without provocation! You will regret this, fallen angel! Please, surface dwellers, do not let this false angel deceive you. I bear you no ill will, but she must be stopped!" Her hands moved again, and another spell formed. Rays of black and red fire spouted towards the deva, but stopped short before they touched her.

Bruendor may take an AOO to stop the spell if he wishes

Spellcraft to identify the spell the shaitan just used: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

Anklebiter puzzles as to what this creature might be ... even whether he might truly have drawn up a fallen angel, but he comes to no quick conclusions.

Spell penetration 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 = 33

In the absence of sure knowledge, the Goblin sticks to the course. He rises into the air and flies towards the battle. Along the way he opens his mouth wide as if to scream - but the only one who hears the scream is the shaitan!

"Soldier of Righteousness, fall back! Get out of its range and keep healing!"

Move: Anklebiter flies to S 16.
Standard: Ear-piercing scream for 5d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3, 4, 4) = 20 sonic damage. Fort. DC 16 for half. Fail save and be dazed for one round!

Now committed to the battle, Bruendor takes advantage of the shaitan's focus upon the deva, stabbing her handily in the side. "That 'fallen' angel was appeased by the destruction of an evil artifact. I'm placing my trust in AB, Heaven, and the deva."

AoO, CExpertise, fighting defensively: 1d20 + 14 - 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 3 - 4 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Crit?: 1d20 + 14 - 3 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 14 - 3 - 4 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"No genie would bleed like that!" Kel snaps. "May Dwellers in Darkness take you!" Kel gestures, but instead of her usual divine judgement a bitter cold rolls through the chamber and from the darkness in the corners a creature coalesces into shape and darts down upon the fake genie.

Phantasmal Killer as a spell like ability, DC 20 Will save or dead fake genie

SR check if needed: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Anklebiter recognized the failed spell as a shadow conjuration. A greater version of the spell, unless he was mistaken. Bruendor's blade drove into the creature as it cast, disrupting the shaitan's concentration and helping to end the spell prematurely.

As the battle begins and the shaitan calls out, Calla calls on her ability to tell truth from lies, trying to discern what is truly happening here.

Discern lies as an immediate action (DC 17 Will save negates).

"I Hope you are all right about this." Lefrik says "I can be foolish enough on my own without one force or another playing me for one." He sighs "Again."
And he changes his priorities, heading to be in front of the Deva and ready to intercept any attack directed at her by the Genie if he can.

Action is a full move and positioning etc

Calla frowns as her spell is resisted by the shaitan. Her gut instinct is to attack - something, anything - but she waits again to see what is really going on. Anklebiter is not so reticent. He was absolutely certain that the deva was not evil, and thus the shaitan had to be....or at least was insane. His spell reverberated in the shaitan's head, but the goblin could tell that she had resisted at least some of the spell, even as Bruendor attacked again and Lefrik positioned himself in front of the deva.

"Fools! We know of your coming now, but you will not stop the coming Armageddon!" The shaitan stepped back, stone-like flesh and large stature dissolving into smooth skin just as dark, but on a petite drow female. "Allevrah will be waiting for you, as will I!" The drow waved the wand clutched in her hand and disappeared, a slight pop of displaced air telling of her passing.

The deva sagged, partly in injury, partly in frustration, as the drow disappeared. She turned slowly in place then said "I sense no signs of evil about us. It seems that our foe has left us, taking warning of our presence with her."

"Mice!" Anklebiter curses, shaking his ears. "Soldier of Righteousness, please finish healing. Where is the wretched geniekin supposed to be? Was there never one? Did the drow kill it?"

"Damn it," Calla curses, frustrated at her own reticence.

She begins searching to see if they can find the shaitan.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22

"Unless the Pathfinders lied, there probably was one, though whether she moved on from this place willingly or not remains to be seen," Bruendor replied, sheathing his blade, snapping it into his hilt hard in frustration. He then begins to search around as well, hoping he could find some evidence of the shaitan's passing.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

"Unless they lied... or were themselves fooled. If we can't find the geniekin, I can summon several celestials capable of casting an augury tomorrow, to help us get our bearings."

Calla and Bruendor searched the area, both of them circling back to the stone altar. The altar appears to be made of a solid piece of granite, but Brundor saw scuff marks on the stone floor beside the altar in a roughly circular arc. Calla found a hidden button under the lip of the altar and, after assuring herself that it was not trapped, pressed it. There was a slight click, and the altar shifted subtly, but it would take a good bit of strength to move such a might block of stone.

Strength checks, please. Highest roll is the base, and all others will aid

Strength 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

The deva immediately lends her might shoulder to the challenge!

Strength 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Anklebiter makes a spirited attempt to help shift the stone... 'Attempt' being the operative word.

Calla stands back, bow in hand, assuming Lefrik will be able to move the thing.

"This is more your skill, Blondie," she snarks.

The deva's strength is more than enough to push aside the altar, revealing a set of spiral stone steps leading down into darkness.

"Do we just go down, or should we drop a note in?" Magpie trills, curious.

"Stupid!" Duchess scoffs. "Even if she's down there and writes back right away, it'd take two to three days before the mailman gets the reply to us, and we're in a time pinch. Go look for the doorbell."

"What the hell is a mailman?" Calla snarks.

"If there's anyone down there, we're coming down," she calls. "We don't mean any harm!"

Bruendor nods his approval at the deva's strength, and begins to head down the steps. "Normal formation, folks - if it's just the shaitan's private chambers, then this should be pretty quick, but there's no guarantee that there's not more rooms, or that these halls are trapped to the Nine Hells."

Checking for traps as I go.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

"And what is it you reckon a 'normal formation', mine allies?" the deva politely enquires. "I am no slave to battle formations as are archons, but would fain know where my strength is best deployed."