DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

The deva shouts her fury when she sees Lefrik's plight and flies up to him. Once there, she shakes her flaming blade at the Mouldering Emperor.

Fly 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 to K14.

"Creature of foulness! Yield to righteousness or perish! Holy Smite!" the deva roars as she unleashes a blast of holy energy upon the creature.

Spell penetration 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22. Holy smite DC18 to halve 5d8 ⇒ (3, 8, 5, 7, 6) = 29 holy damage.

Calla steps forward 5-foot step to M-11 and calling on Calistria unleashes hell on the neothelid, launching cold iron arrow after cold iron arrow at the monstrous creature.

Activate aberration bane. Using Deadly Aim, Rapid Shot, Point Blank, plus justice judgment and divine power too. And gravity bow. All with cold iron arrows. +1 to hit because of coordinated shot
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 13 + (6, 2) = 28
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 13 + (6, 6) = 30
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 13 + (1, 2) = 23

Divine power bonus attack: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) + 13 + (6, 2) = 29

If it's standard neothelid AC, that's 53 hp damage.
Missed arrows (high is good to recover after the fight)?: 2d2 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Botting Lefrik
Will save: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22 Wow. Just got it!

Lefrik groans in pain, but grits his teeth, bringing his sword to bear.

"Not today, creature. I may feel like dying, but you're actually going to die!"

+2 evil outsider-bane cold iron bastard sword: 1d20 + 17 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 17 + 3 = 30
1d10 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 3 = 18

+2 evil outsider-bane cold iron bastard sword: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 3 = 22
1d10 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 3 = 18

+2 evil outsider-bane cold iron bastard sword: 1d20 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 3 = 18
1d10 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 = 19

And then back to my usual rolls...

Waiting on Bruendor and Kelendra until this afternoon

Kel calls down a second column of fire on the creature hoping for a better result than last time.

SR check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Flame Strike: 11d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 6, 6, 4, 5, 2, 6, 2, 5) = 44

Bruendor races forwards, drawing his cold iron sword as he charges to meet the Mouldering Emperor. "Your reign is ending this day, Emperor of Filth."

Charging to J13, and making a single attack. My AC drops to 22 this round.

Attack, charge: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 + 2 = 28
Damage, cold iron: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

@Calla - No, it is most certainly NOT a standard neolithid

Bruendor tore forward, taking a heavy blow from a writhing tentacle as he ran. Both Lefrik and Bruendor landed strikes, though their weapons were doing less damage than they should. Even Lefrik's outsider bane sword seemed to be fairly ineffective. Calla's abberation-bane arrows, on the other, were very definitely effective. The creature screamed as the arrows punched through armor-like chitin to tear at the soft flesh beneath. The creture screams again as the flames from Kelendra's spell catch part of it, though the cold black blood sheeting off its body hissed away into foul-smelling steam as it absorbed much of the damage. The deva's spell wasn't nearly as effective, its magics washing away as it failed to effect the creature's native spell resistance.

The worm retaliated, lashing out with a rain of cold black blood that burned where it contacted skin, then with the tentacles. Two each drove in on Lefrik and Bruendor, tearing into their skin, then wrapping around them and lifting them high into the air.

Then, as all hope seems lost, an enormous earth elemental popped into existence behind the neolithid.

The map link doesn't lead to a map...

Seeing his first summons of the day appear, Anklebiter takes flight, assuming a position where he has a decent view of the battle -- but is hopefully not directly in the monster's line of sight. Once there, he chants urgently and unleashes a barrage of force missiles on the hideous creature holding his friends!

Fly to M 16; 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12. Spell penetration to hit the gigantic freak with Maximized magic missiles for 25 damage: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18.

The earth elemental roars, its voice rising from the very depths of the Land of Black Blood as its mighty fists hammer down on the Mouldering Emperor's scabrous hide!

Full attack, using Power attack: Slam #1 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 17 - 3 = 21 for 2d8 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 + 6 = 19 damage; slam #2 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 17 - 3 = 32 for 2d8 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (6, 7) + 9 + 6 = 28 damage.

"Fear not, friends! Help is coming!" the movanic deva trumpets as she takes flight and hurtles at the tentacle holding Bruendor.
Singing a paean to the powers of light and goodness, the angel hacks away at the offending monstrosity with all the power in her arms and body, seeking to break the grapple!

The movanic deva attacks the tentacle holding Brue, using Vital strike and Power attack. Flaming longsword 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 17 - 3 = 32 for 4d6 + 7 + 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6, 5, 6) + 7 + (4) + 6 = 35 damage.

Kel calls upon her god to release Brue from the grasp...

liberating command

...then she follows up by chastising the beast. "Choke on your own black blood!"

SR check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Terrible Remorse, DC 19 Will save, You fill a target with such profound remorse that it begins to harm itself. Each round, the target must save or deal 1d8 points of damage + its Strength modifier to itself using an item held in its hand or with unarmed attacks. If the creature saves, it is staggered for 1 round and takes a -2 penalty to Armor Class, after which the spell ends.

Probably praying for 20 here, but hey, free checks is free checks.

Escape Artist, Liberating Command: 1d20 + 2 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 20 = 30

Yeah, this thing is Gargantuan, so there's no way that succeeds.

Despite Kel's magical assistance, Bruendor struggles are in vain - the Mouldering Emperor's filth-encrusted tentacles have him wrapped too tight. Even now, he feels his bones crush, and his vision reddens as his body threatens to pass out from the shock.

NOT YET, he thinks to himself, knowing that if there's no way free, then by all the gods above, he'll make the Emperor remember him. Three swift slashes from his sword fly out, trying to hack his way free from the creature's embrace - perhaps the last thing he will ever do.

Full attack. On deadly ground, fight. Can't tell if I get sneak attack or not, since the map is down, but I'll roll the damage anyway.
If I do, then just add on the damage, and ignore my penalty, since the flanking bonus would offset the grappled penalty.

Attack 1A, grappled: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 14 - 2 = 29
Damage 1A: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Sneak 1A!: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4) = 10

Attack 1B, grappled: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 2 = 32
Damage 1B: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Sneak 1B!: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 6) = 14

Attack 2, grappled: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 2 = 18
Damage 2: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Sneak 2!: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3) = 14

Confirm Crit 1B, grappled: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 - 2 = 24

If that confirms, then I'd like to use Assault Leader to pass that crit off to whoever hits the neolithid with the next melee attack. 24 is kinda low, though, so I'm not confident it hits.

Calla launches another swarm of cold iron arrows, the first two so quick that she doesn't have time to adjust when the first one hits an armored spot. After that, though, she has her aim and buries the next two in the heart of the creature.

Aberration bane. Using Deadly Aim, Rapid Shot, Point Blank, plus justice judgment and divine power too. And gravity bow. All with cold iron arrows. +2 to hit because of coordinated shot.
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (4) + 24 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 13 + (1, 6) = 26
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (7) + 24 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 13 + (4, 3) = 26
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon, justice judgment, bane): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 13 + (5, 4) = 30

Divine power bonus attack: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (19) + 24 = 43
Damage: 2d6 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 13 + (2, 4) = 25

Possible crit 1?: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39
Damage: 4d6 + 26 ⇒ (3, 2, 6, 5) + 26 = 42

Possible crit 2?: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (20) + 24 = 44
Damage: 4d6 + 26 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 4) + 26 = 33

Well, that's a strange array of rolls. 4, 7, 19, 19, 20, 20...

2 missed arrows recovery?: 2d2 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Lefrik attempts to break out of the grip with a snarl "Maybe I should just start oiling up before every fight?"

CMB to break 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Crushed in the grip of the creature's tentacles, Bruendor and Lefrik squirm and writhe, desperately trying to get free. The neolithid raised them higher, it's maw flowering open to reveal hundreds of serrated teeth and a spined gullet that reeked of rotten meat and vegetation. Frantically Bruendor slashed at the tentacle holding him, digging deep wounds into the beast's chitinous flesh, but the tentacle just squeezed harder, driving the breath from the dwarf's lungs. Kelendra cast her spell, but felt it slide of the monster's spell protections, the magical energy cooking away like a bead of water on a hot griddle. Anklebiter's magical missiles hit the creature, but they were like gnats biting a bullette.

As Bruendor was about to be thrust into the creature's maw, the neolithid shuddered, swaying side to side. An enormous rock elemental was pounding on the creature's back. Then, Bruendor felt himself falling free as the deva hacked free the tentacle holding him . He hit the ground hard, but managed to roll out of the way of the torrent of freezing cold blood pouring from the stump of the severed limb. Lefrik, too, felt himself falling to the ground as a trio of arrow buried themselves deep in the neolithid's chest, finding a chink in the armor that led to the heart, or some other vital organ. Calla lowered her bow in satisfaction as she watched the beast fall to the floor of the fungi palace, keeping her balance as the ground beneath her trembled at its fall.

Wow! That was so close. Not sure Bruendor or Lefrik would have survived what was coming. Great job!

Yeah, I was...not in a good place.

Bruendor rolled to a defensive position as the tentacle's grip on him slackened, watching as the beast toppled, crashing into the stone and sending shockwaves through the rock. He sighed in relief, and began coughing profusely. Wet, hacking retorts came from his lungs, and he stared grimly as the spittle he issued was crimson. Indeed, his chin was dripping with his blood, and he could feel the bruising already forming around his chest and waist where the neothelid's tentacle had nearly crushed him into a paste.

Damn. When she's buffed, Calla can do some serious damage output.

"That was close," Calla says, looking around as she tries to avoid the black blood. She glances at Bruendor and Lefrik. "Glad you two made it."

She goes to collect the arrows she can find, concerned her supply of cold iron is beginning to run low, and then looks around the fungal cave while Kelendra helps her companions to see if she can find the glyph.

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37

The deva alights near Bruendor, a serene smile on her face.
"As I promised," she said, "so it was. But I see you are in need of some further assistance..."

The deva lightly touches Bruendor's forehead, and a surge of wellness travels through him.

Cure serious wounds for 3d8 + 12 ⇒ (3, 8, 2) + 12 = 25 hp.

"Not quite enough yet, I see," the deva says as she eyes Bruendor, critical of her own work. Another light-fingered touch to the Dwarf's head, and…

Cure serious wounds for 3d8 + 12 ⇒ (3, 8, 1) + 12 = 24 hp.
And another one for good measure…
Cure serious wounds for 3d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 4, 6) + 12 = 24 hp.

"And mayhap I ought do a little something for thee as well, my barbarous comrade," the angel says as she moves on to Lefrik.

Cure serious wounds for 3d8 + 12 ⇒ (5, 7, 7) + 12 = 31 hp.

"Cry pardon if I refrain from further healing," the deva apologizes. "My ability to channel this power is limited to seven charges per day, and we may yet face more threats in this den of vileness."

Anklebiter comes flying into the cave, his green face oddly pale.

"That was a bad one," he says. "I am very glad you are both alive after all of that."

The little Wizard waits to see what the results of the deva's healing efforts are before clearing his throat.
"I um, I suppose we really should start looking for the next runes… unless the two of you would like to rest up a bit? I could send the homunculi to go looking if you do. I mean, I could see how you would."

"MY thanks... noble deva..." Lefrik says, "You have been a boon in many ways. I am also grateful to the rock man. Though I do not speak a common tongue with him." A sigh "I am alive, and while not at my best better than I thought possible after such a beating." he chuckles at the blood which sticks to even now healed flesh, "Let me wipe some of this off."

" 'Oh, thank you too, Calla. I know you're just a woman, but those arrows probably distracted it as much as my and Beardless' thrashing around so the other things could hurt it' " the half-elf snarks in a ridiculously high falsetto that has no similarity to Lefrik's voice.

"Why Calla. I didn't know my opinion meant so much to you? thank you too then. I'm touched." a smirk, "Aye, thannks to all ...tough fight."

Kel wrinkles her nose at the fallen mushroom and tends to any remaining wounds. "What a terrible creature, I hope we're done with this dark land and back beneath the stars soon."

any additional healing needed after the devas efforts?

I hope you don't mind I did some preliminary healing, Kel? I figured we might need your high-level spell slots yet.

"That's basically been my strategy for awhile now," Bruendor says after the angel's healing magics repair his snapped ribs and crushed lungs. "Lef and I run in to get our asses handed to us while Calla rains arrows of death. It seems to be working. Though I wouldn't mind a battle where more of my blood is in me than out."

"Calla did superbly," Anklebiter says, inclining his head to the acerbic Half-Elf. "Far better than I did; my spells were like water to that thing, for all the harm they did."

Regarding the earth elemental, he shrugs helplessly. "I don't speak its language either. It's something I need to learn. Maybe next time I call for its aid, I can convey our thanks. I think I'll be calling on this being plenty, yet; as deep under the surface as we are, it is easily the most powerful elemental ally I can call on."

The deva inclines its head, shrugs, then addresses the earth elemental in a deep, rumbling language:

The earth elemental rumbles a reply:

The angel coughs, slightly embarrassed, then paraphrases translates: "The gentlebeing from the Elemental Plane of Earth acknowledges your kind words, but asks that it be given further instructions, or else allowed to return to its home and its own concerns."

What'd you expect, the guy has an Int of 6. ^_^;

Sorry for the silence. Been an interesting week. 1 bar of phone signal every few hours does not make for the most effective communication. Man, I don't see how my in-laws live like that.

With the neolithid slain, there still remains the original purpose of your trip here, the warding glyph. You can feel its presence on the other side of the giant mushroom, but the neolithid's body, curled in death, makes it difficult to get past. Anklebiter can fly over, of course, but the others took longer to rig a rope and sling system, to get over the giant creature and safely to the other side. Allevrah truly picked the placement of these glyphs and their guardians well.

In an alcove on the far side of the mushroom sat the next glyph. As you approached, you could hear the water droplets oozing from the fungi walls. Scuffs of feet sounded like thunderclaps, and when Lefrik cleared his throat, it sounded as if the world had exploded. This must be the Glyph of Vigilance. It resembled the mushroom it inhabited, looking gray-green and spongy, and the ribbon of arcane symbols that swirled around it were darker hues of the same. The entire thing had the air of a cocked crossbow, with tension on the string ready to fire a warning shot.

Feel free to inspect with whatever spells, skills, or senses you like

Anklebiter casts read magic, translates the text, and tries to analyze the glyph's strengths and weaknesses. Especially the weaknesses!

Spellcraft 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25

Anklebiter sees that this glyph's arcane weaknesses are sleep or silence spells. He also knows that a magical fear-based effect is the root of this glyph. Of course, cutting it apart with a sword is possible too.

"I uh, I can't cast Charm- or Silence-spells," Anklebiter admits. "Well, tell a lie. I could cast a Charm-spell if I'd studied it. But I didn't. Anyone else?"

"I can only charm things naturally", Kel laments with a small pout.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"But maybe the glyph is just like a person and needs reassurance." Kel addresses the glyph. "It's ok, we defeated the big meanie with the poison skin and now everyone is safe."

Bluff check w/ guidance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 1 = 30

Kelendra could almost feel the tension leaving the glyph at her soothing words. Perhaps a few more tries might shut it down completely?

"I can force something to be quiet, but I don't know that that will help," Calla says.

She decides she's probably not the most calming influence among the group and decides to leave the effort to Kelendra. And maybe Anklebiter. And Bruendor and Lefrik. Maybe even the earth elemental might do better at that than she would.

Goddess, they were all so annoying.

Encouraged by her success, Kel continues to placate the glyph.

"It's so nice and peaceful here now, nothing can hurt us while Calla is watching."
Bluff w/ guidance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 20 + 1 = 34

"Lefrik is so big and strong, he can fight off anything."
Bluff w/ guidance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 20 + 1 = 22

"Nothing can sneak up on Brue, he's lord of the shadows."
Bluff w/ guidance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 1 = 30

"And Anklebiter is a mighty wizard of the Peace and Love schools."
Bluff w/ guidance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 20 + 1 = 29

Anklebiter, who had been taking a sip of water, struggles not to spittake at that last statement...

I think that first one is probably Diplomacy, not Bluff. That said, I'm assuming it got the highest score because it's the closes to the truth. :p

"Lefrik is so big and strong, he can fight off anything."

At last, some appreciation around here! He thinks and puffs up a little

The glyph seemed entranced by Kelendra's words, and eventually it calmed down to the point of sleep. With a slight "pop" your heightened senses returned to normal and you could see that the glyph was deactivated, in some sort of dormant state. No arcane energies emanated at all from it.

"Smash-smash now?" Magpie suggests from her perch - on Lefrik's head.

"Let's not scare it again," Calla mutters.

I can't tell if we need to or if it's fully deactivated. It sure sounds like the latter, but I suppose destroying it would make it actually permanently deactivated. I guess let's play it safe and do that.

Kel turns her back to the glyph and gives the party crude sign language, a fist striking a palm, to indicate smashing it.

if it's just dormant, then it could be awakened, lets smash it to be safe

Lefrik hums gently as he cleans the two handed sword he's willing to lose... nothing to see here , just getting it shiny....

THEN WHAM.... he brings the blade down to smash the gylph

Sunder!

To hit:/ooc] 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38

[ooc]Dmg: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 4) + 11 = 19 plus Electricity 1d6 ⇒ 5

The blade carved through the ward as if it were made of the same fungus it was housed in. The ward awoke with a snap. Your senses all leaped back into sharp focus once more, which was a bad thing, as the glyph began wailing like a banshee.

Everyone make me a DC20 will save or take 8d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 5, 4, 3, 1, 2, 2) = 19 sonic damage

Edit: well that was disappointing

Will 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"...Ow," Anklebiter says, in a very careful tone of voice.

Will 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"Indeed," the deva agrees.

Will (with Shake It Off), stalwart: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Calla grunt at the loud noise and responds with three arrows.

+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon): 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon): 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 13 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13
+1 adaptive composite longbow (Rapid Shot, Deadly Aim, heroism, greater magic weapon): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11

Calla's arrows hit, but have only the barest effect. Unlike the great gouges left by Lefrik's sword.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Bruendor winces as the ward squeals, but shakes off the worst of the assault. "Sorry, it's just how it has to be," he says, slashing at the ward with his own blade.

Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

DC20 will save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Kel cringes at the shriek. "Don't worry, little Glyph, my friends are helping you get rid of some bad spots, it will just hurt for a few moments, then you'll be better."

Bluff: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31