DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Lefrik nods and follows Bruendor. "Magnificent beasts, darn shame."

Kel keeps scrambling to the road as Bruendor directs, hoping to get to a place where she has more freedom of movement.

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I had a hell of a weekend, had to fire someone while we were in Seattle, then had to spend all day yesterday doing damage control. Posting should resume as normal now

SHaking its head and stumbling about, the hippogriff moves towards you, crashing through the underbrush. Its tenaciousness was costly. As it came, it was overwhelmed by a combination of magic, arrows, and hand held steel. As the beast crashed to the ground, Lefrik muttered "Magnificent beasts, darn shame."

On the side of the road, you can see that the young hippogriff was indeed killed by a blade, likely the shortsword lying in the dirt beside the second body. It was once human, but the damage it endured rendered it all but unrecognizable.

"Poor, stupid birds," Anklebiter says, shaking his head.
With that eulogy done, the Goblin scuttles over to the human corpse and gives it a look-over, scowling angrily. "Who were you, and why did you do such a stupid thing?" he mutters as he investigates the corpse.

Anklebiter finds a small pouch with a handful of coins, some twine, and a dagger in the man's boot. Other than that, there is no indication of the man's identity.

"Grmpf," the Goblin growls. He scuttles ove to the others, putting the coins in Calla's hand, the shortsword in Lefrik's, the dagger in Bruendor's, and the twine in Kelendra's. "Nothing else," he says. "We move on?"

Calla mutters a quick orison and looks for any magic on the man.

Calla's enhances senses pick up no sense of magic on the man at all, nor anywhere nearby other than her companions.

"Well, that was lovely. Just something else we can thank the other visitors to this island for, I guess. No one's hurt enough not to continue?"

Anyone need any healing? IIRC, we have a wand of CLW.

"I think they only got Bruendor and Lefrik," Anklebiter says, shrugging.

"Normally I would say let me do the healing and save the energy in the wand, but I fear this day may tax our resources and using the wand would be wise. It's strange to find these unidentifiable men, we know of the dwarves expedition, and the wizards, did Zilcher get a group to this island already?"

"Maybe the Dwarves or the wizards took some grunts along to do the heavy lifting and catch fresh meat," Anklebiter suggests. "Maybe they both did. Or maybe yes, Zilcher's men. Does not matter so much now. Let's move; I would like to be inside before dark and those weird monsters come."

"I could use a touch of that one, but just a touch." Lefrik says, "And then move on as Anklebiter suggest."

I'd say roll the wand's heals yourself and just let me know how many charges you use. I'll mark them off.

"If Zilcher's men are here then we best be careful as we explore, this undergrowth funnels us down the path and those hippogriffs may have been an intended diversion for our party. Zilcher is just another Saul, nothing is too low for men like those."

Roll healing as needed before you move out

You get back on the trail, moving quickly, but trying not to tire yourselves out too quickly. This becomes even more difficult when the trail begins to rise steeply, heading up the rise to the peak of Witchlight. The trail was so steep in places, it was all you could do to raise your head and look around.

Suddenly, the detritus at the edge of the trail swirls to life. Bneath the bracken and dead leaves are the shapes of segmented bodies, much larger than the ones infesting your camp this morning. Giant centipedes, some five foot long at least boiled up out of the underbrush and

Not sure what level the wand casts at?

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16.

"What a lovely place this seems to be," Calla says, whipping out an arrow and firing it toward the creature directly in front of her.

Longbow (+1 within 30 ft): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage (+1 within 30 ft): 1d8 ⇒ 1

please don't roll for initiative. I have already taken care of that

CLW wand was CL1, iirc

Actually, I don't think I was hit at all during the hippogriff fight.

"I'm sure they're here, Kel," Bruendor says as they walk. "Though setting beasts like that on us is a bit out of the sort of ambush I'd expect from him. He's more likely just to have goons ambush us. I suspect that the man we saw was one of his who attacked the baby for whatever reason - greed, most likely, probably wanted to sell it back in Riddleport - and the parents took exception. Pity we had to kill them. Magnificent creatures, really."

Bruendor jumped back as centipedes as long as a man burst from the foliage. "Torag's tits! They breed them big here!" He fires a bolt from his crossbow at the lead centipede,

Calla's arrow glanced from the carapace of the centipede in front of her. It did cause the creature to shift and expose is softer underbelly to Bruendor, though. The dwarf's shot flew true, slamming into the beast just beneath its head area. It thrashed on the ground, wild gyrations sending clouds of dead leaves and debris flying in all directions.

The other centipedes didn't hesitate in their quest for fresh food. Two of them headed straight for Lefrik, a mistake their primitive brains couldn't possible comprehend. The barbarian deflected their strikes with ease. Another moved in on Anklebiter. It's mandibles clamped firmly on the magical shield around hte goblin's leg, but failed to penetrate the barrrier. Bruendor, however, wasn't so fortunate. Still trying to reload his cross bow after the last shot, he was caught off guard and poisonous mandibles tore through his left leg. The damage wasn't too bad, but he could feel the poison coursing in his veins.

Backing up, Calla sends another arrow flying, this one toward the bug attacking Anklebiter. She growls wordlessly as it just skims along the creature's back.

Move to EI-20
Longbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Anklebiter scuttles backward, shrieking his shock at the sudden attack.
"Bugs!" he yelps as he comes to a halt next to Calla. "Big, ugly bugs! Stilla Acida!"

The Goblin fires a drop of acid at the nearest centipede -- but misses.

Five-ft. step to EF -20. Acid Splash, ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 for 1d3 ⇒ 2 damage.

CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
.......

Lefrik slashes at the nearest one, "THESE I will feel no guilt for striking."

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Dmg: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Gah! Get off!", Bruendor shouts as he kicks away the centipede. He stumbles as he feels a chill run up his leg from the bite, and discards his crossbow in favor of his rapier. He glances around and sees the giant vermin surrounding them. "Back to back, Lefrik!", he cries, quickly moving next to the Ulfen warrior. "Don't let them swarm you!"

Kel steps forward and mashes with her morningstar at the centipede near Anklebiter.

morningstar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Eeww, this island is infested with nasty stuff!"

Lefik's axe ripped through one of the centipedes, sending gore flying through the air in a wide arc. Calla's arrow skipped off the back of another, and both Bruendor and Anklebiter failed to hurt their foes. Kelendra stepped forward and whipped her morningstar out at the nearest centipede, but it turned on her, poisoned mandibles diving deeply into her left thigh.

Pulling another arrow from her quiver, Calla lets it fly at the centipede attacking Kelendra.

Longbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 (dang, by 1 point and I hadn't been using resistance)

"Ouch, you awful bug, stay away!" Kel mashes at the thing again with her morningstar.

morningstar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Die, icky bug! You will be dinner! Stilla Acida!" Anklebiter shouts, and he pelts the centipede fighting Bruendor with acid.

Acid Splash against the centipede at EB -22. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 for 1d3 ⇒ 3 damage.

Lefrik whips around to slash at a centipede again "Hang on, Kelendra!"
If one near him is killed before he can slay it, he'll run to the next closest
To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
dmg: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

As Lefrik's axe cleaves through the massive centipedes, Bruendor's attention is caught by Kel's scream. "Swarming's averted, Lefrik, I'm out of here!", he cries, leaping into the breach near him and striking at the insect's back as it focuses upon rending Kel's flesh. "Get off her, you disgusting thing!"

Lefrik's axe sent one centipede's head rolling across the trail, and he turned to face the next one as Bruendor darted behind it. The beast lashed out, catching Bruendor in the belly, opening the skin and muscle there and sending a wave of poison coursing into him. The dwarf's eyes bulged as his body tried to fend off the burning poison, and his hand dived to close the deep wound quickly, throwing off his strike on the other centipede.

The other centipede lashed out at Kelendra as it was assailed by blade, morningstar and arrow. None of the attacks made it through the arthropod's hardened carapace, but a small ball of acid flung by Anklebiter burned its way between armored joints and into the tender flesh beneath. The stench it gave off was horrific.

"Ugh, smells like the chief's underwear hamper at the end of the month!" Anklebiter complains, gagging at the stench. "Stilla Acida!" Again, the little Goblin hurled acid at the hideous insects.

Acid Splash against the giant centipede on EE -22. I don't get flanking benefits for this, I guess. ^^ Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 for 1d3 ⇒ 2 acid damage.

Kel stands firm against the bug's onslaught, knowing that her presence will help Bruendor strike at it.

morningstar: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Her drained dexterity foils her attempt to strike at the beast.

continue saving each round, or just a 1 round duration poison?

Save each round, please. DC15 Fort or lose 1d4 ⇒ 4 Dex. Cure: 1 save

Kel's second poison save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Kel staggers clumsily as the poison takes it's toll. 6 down, dex at 8

"Get the hells away from it!" Calla yells as she lets loose with a third shaft, snarling as the tight window for her arrow compromises her aim again.

Longbow (point blank range): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Bruendor winces as the centipede bites him again, and a cold chill courses through his body. He wavers as his vision begins to blur, and he shakes his head to clear his mind. Deal with the threat first, then see to your wounds, cavescout. Stop being so bloody useless! He stabs at the centipede, hoping to finish it off before the poison gets worse.

Lefrik whirls twisting to strike at the one on Brue which is closer to him. He wishes he could be in two places at once given Kelendra's need.

to hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
dmg: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Lefrik's awesome blow cleaves another centipede in two as the others all try and save Kelendra. No one was able to get through the centipede's defenses, and it lashed out at Kelendra again, ripping a hole in her left side and sending another wave of poison coursing through her.

"How many times do you need to die before you learn your lesson, girl? Do you have a death wish? Get away from it if you can't bother to defend yourself!" Calla screams.

She gestures, bringing down ill fortune on the bug, hoping that might give Kelendra a chance to escape.

Divine retribution (Reflex DC 13 for half): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Healer-girl, back away!" ANklebiter yelps, and he brings his magic to bear against the last centipede. "Stilla Acida!"

Acid Splash, ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 for 1d3 ⇒ 1 acid damage.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Kel steps away from the beast and prays for healing.

dex at 6, will lesser restoration help with that Dex damage?

Yup, it's damage, not drain. Lesser resto will cure 1d4 points of dex per casting.

Also, I forgot that anyone that has failed a poison save needs to make me another at the beginning of their turn or take a further 1d3 ⇒ 3 points of Dex damage

uh oh, this is gonna be bad...Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23...nice!

And Kelendra is cured (no more continual saves, anyways), huzzah!

Fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"We are NOT getting killed by bugs," Bruendor grumbles as he stabs at the centipede that was menacing Kel. "Not even overgrown creepy crawlies like these. You think they were always this big, or did exposure to starmetal make them grow?"