DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

"Not my fault, elf, he magicked me to miss!", Bruendor lies.

Dark, sinister words spill from Anklebiter's lips as he weaves his green hands in the gestures of a spell -- and a writhing cord of darkness materializes between his clawed fingers.

"We need a live one anyway," he says, shrugging at Bruendor as he sends the whip-cord cracking at one of the Drow.

Anklebiter casts Limp Lash. Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8. No saves, but spell resistance applies, so... Spell penetration check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10. If the whip hits, it deals 1d6 ⇒ 3 Dexterity damage; I'm going for paralysis while also making the scunners easier to hit.

Bleagh. Nothing but miss... Better luck next round, I hope.

A flashing pattern of colored light stops one of the drow warriors in his tracks, but the other one charges on, ducking under Lefrik's javelin and Anklebiter's magical lash. The drow's rapier bit deeply into Lefrik's side, drawing forth a bright red stream of blood.

The wizard grunted as a brilliant red flash of light struck him in the side, Calla's bolt, but easily dodged Bruendor's weak attack. A scimitar of flame appeared in his hand and he cut at Bruendor's head, striking soundly. The hiss of burning flesh and the smell of scorched hair and leather filled the small room. Distracted by the blazing pain, Bruendor didn't see the giant albino gecko until it had fastened its jaws on his leg. The pain was excruciating.

Anklebiter curses and hisses as he hops backward to get out of the Drow's immediate range and cracks his cord of dark energy again.

Five foot-step to M20. Attacking the Drow currently in melee with Bruendor. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 for 1d6 ⇒ 1 Dexterity damage. Spell penetration check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5.

"Blast it, there's something else!" Calla growls.

Praying quickly, her holy symbol seems to flash as she opens her mouth in a silent scream.

Switch to piercing judgment +1 sacred bonus on concentration checks and caster level checks made to overcome a target's spell resistance. This bonus increases by +1 for every three inquisitor levels she possesses.
Cast ear-piercing scream; wizard is dazed and takes 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7 sonic damage; Fort save DC negates the daze effect and halves the damage.
Caster check: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11

The cry of pain from Bruendor breaks Kel's concentration on the cloud of colors to the north. Moving to his side, she places a healing hand on his back to support the beset dwarf.

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

move to O19, cast cure light wounds, the hypnotic pattern will last for two more rounds

"More my style anyway," Lefrik lashes out with his great axe at the the drow that pricked him.

To hit with Great axe1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Dmg:1d12 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Bruendor stumbles back a few steps as the mage and the cave lizard tear into him. "Enough of this!", he howls, thrusting his blade at the wizard.

The wizard laughed off the spells flung at him, and returned with another strike of the flaming blade. Bruendor dodged aside, pulling his own strike in favor of preserving his skin. His move put him in prime position for Kelendra to swoop in and lay a hand on his shoulder. The burns and bite wounds closed over as her healing magics swept through him, along with a coolness that made the dwarf sigh in relief.

Lefrik smashed his opponent with his axe, knocking aside the drow's own attack and causing the dark elf's off arm to hang loose at his side.

Lefrik presses his advantage on his foe, hoping to finish him off

To hit with Great Axe 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
dmg: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"You're blocking my shot," Calla growls at Kelendra and Bruendor, as she gestures toward the wizard, bringing down Calistria's curse on it before reloading the small crossbow that she hopes to get another chance to use.

Standard action: Divine retribution (Reflex DC 13 for half): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Move action: Reload hand crossbow
Swift action: Switch to protection judgment (+1 AC)

Kel keeps a healing hand on Bruendor, ignoring Calla's sauciness. "Shoot around us, beardless is holding off the assault with his skin!"

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Just to make sure, even with Point Blank Shot, I'm going to have a -4 because I've got no direct shot without people in the way, which would count as soft cover. Or am I overthinking it?

Kel is hiding her slender form behind Bruendor, she's barely even noticeable against the silhouette of the dwarf

Anklebiter shrugs and lashes out at the other Drow, the one currently stunned by Kelendra's magic.

As before, so once more: ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 for 1d6 ⇒ 2 Dex. damage, spell penetration check 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14. I'm not having much luck, am I...? ^^;

"Beardless has a name, dammit!", Bruendor says over his shoulder, parrying the flame blade with his rapier. He pushes back against the drow, hoping to throw the man off balance, and stabs back at him. "Clear the way, Kel, I'll give Calla her angle!" He tries to roll over the wizard's back and end up on the other side.

Calla - you are correct. Without Improved Precise Shot you are going to take the -4 penalty in cases like this. Normally, I don't apply the penalty because I figure you have some wiggle room, but in tight confines with 2 people in your way, I don't see a way to avoid giving the mage cover.

Lefrik's blow went wide as the nimble elf before him ducked away. The clanging of steel on rock distracted Anklebiter, whose shadowy lash snapped in the air in front of the fascinated elf, shaking him to his senses. The elf snapped a few words in the drow tongue, and a globe of darkness filled the narrow cave space. Lefrik felt another sharp pain in the side as his opponent scored another hit with his rapier. Bruendor dived past the mage, avoiding a bite from the albino chameleon, but taking a burning slash from the fiery scimitar.

Spell penetration check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 for 1d6 ⇒ 5 Dex. damage...

"Irritating!" Lefrik snarled as he was pricked again.

The axe moved through the shadows to swing at his foe once more. Lefrik was no stranger to fighting in the dark.

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
20% chance to miss BUT two attempts as Lefrik has blindfighting, if either makes it then regular to hit roll applies
Attempt #1 1d100 ⇒ 20
Attempt #2 1d100 ⇒ 36

Dmg if hits: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Dropping her crossbow, Calla pushes her way past Kelendra as she pulls her morningstar, setting up the wizard between her and Bruendor, though her anger makes her swing go well wide of her target.

Morningstar (flanking): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Dice bot *hates* us!

Kel slumps against the wall as Calla drives past her, reloading her crossbow and looking for a target in the murky light.

if Kel gets a shot in the dark: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 8
miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 57

At last, with Calla's distraction, Bruendor lines up a strike for the mage's throat, and stabs forward. If anything, the darkness aids the dwarf, removing distractions like light and color. All that exists is the dark elf, the pale lizard, and the burning blade before him.

Bruendor and Calla flank the wizard, who doesn't know where to strike. As he spins, the mage takes a nasty wound from Bruendor, who smiles as the drow cries out in pain.

Lefrik dropped his foe with a mighty blow, the barbarian seeming to ignore the darkness around him with a preternatural sense. The drow in the back rushed Lefrik, but failed to connect.

Growling, Anklebiter lashes out at the Drow who so unwisely rushed Lefrik just now. For a wonder, the cord of dark energy wraps around the dark Elf as smoothly as a silk ribbon!

"I got him! I got him!" the Goblin exults. "Don't kill him, just punch him in the face or something! I got him!"

I have to get lucky with this sometime, right...? Spell penetration: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21. Ranged touch attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21. Dexterity damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3.

Loathe to give up the advantage, now that he had wrested it from the drow, Bruendor presses his attack, thrusting his blade at the mage's midsection, but keeping a wary eye at the pale gecko beside him.

"Alright, I'll try NOT to kill him, but no promises," Lefrik whirls his great axe again, this time using the flat of its head.
-4 for nonlethal included
to hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Blindfighting again, if either roll above twenty than concealment helps the dark elf not
1d100 ⇒ 46
1d100 ⇒ 42
Nonlethal damage if it his 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Well, hot dog, we may confirm a crit 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
If that's confirmed
Dmg x2 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Dmg x3 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
All non lethal though he may lose a tooth
Edit: Darn it. Looks like no crit confirmation ? Too bad, that would have been fun

"Just die already," Calla grunts, as she swings again at the wizard.

Switch to justice judgment, for all the good that does
Morningstar, flanking, justice judgment: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 14
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 52
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Kel fires again at the drow to the south, hampered by the congested corridor and the murky light...

murky shot into combat: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 2
miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 71

...and curses as a second bolt clatters off the wall.

Anklebiter's dark whip struck the drow and seemed to unfold into a dark membrane, wrapping around the drow and squeezing him tight. The drow slashed ineffectually at the whip, eyes bulging in terror as he feels the strength leaving his body. Lefrik's axe took the drow completely by surprise, the flat slamming hard into the drow's head.

Anklebiter took advantage of Calla's failed assault to drive his rapier deep into the drow wizard. The wizard crumpled to the ground, which seemed to drive the lizard into a frenzy. It leaped at Bruendor with no thought gor defense, only attack. The giant chameleon's teeth ripped into the dwarf with a fiery fury.

"Fall down, stupid Drow," Anklebiter cackles as he maintains the spell's effect. "Fall down; the fun is just about to begin!"

Another 1d6 ⇒ 3 Dexterity damage.

"Huh, that is an odd sound his skull makes," Lefrik again tries to wham the captured dark elf with the flat of his axe

-4 for nonlethal included
to hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Blindfighting again, either roll over 20 and concealment won't help
1d100 ⇒ 15
1d100 ⇒ 70
Dmg, nonlethal 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Bruendor spun as the lizard bit into his side, drawing more blood. With the arcane caster finally neutralized, he turns his attention to the beast before him. "I am not dying to an overgrown iguana," he spits, stabbing at the creature at last.

Lacking confidence that she'll do more good than harm with her crossbow, Kel sheathes the weapon and draws her morningstar. Raising her buckler in defense, she waits for an opening to shift forward and strike at the lizard. "Give me an opening Calla, let me smack that mean lizard before it makes a BrueChew out of beardless!"

assuming opening, if not then just ready action to smack

morningstar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 83

The drow continued to flail at the dark lash with his rapier, connecting with a weak strike, but not managing to do any real damage. Lefrik stepped in, and with a careful blow tried to knock the drow unconscious. His blow was too timid, however, and didn't connect on the thrashing drow.

Bruendor missed his blow on the chameleon, but stepped back to allow the ladies in. As he did, the chameleon lunged forward and ripped a chunk out of his thigh. The loss of blood and shock sent Bruendor to the floor. Calla and Kelendra both stepped forward and wounded the chameleon, not noticing that Bruendor had been wounded until the dwarf fell to the ground.

Bruendor relaxes his guard as he faces down the chameleon, assuming that he can handle fighting it now that the wizard was no longer a threat. Rookie mistake, he thinks to himself as the beast is atop him. And now you die for it. Just like your brother. The last thing he sees as his vision fades is the two ladies stepping up and diverting the creature's attention away from him.

Stabilize?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Failure on stabilization. I'm now at -2.

And another 1d6 ⇒ 6 Dexterity damage for the unlucky Drow!

"Almost ready! He's weakening!" Anklebiter exults, unaware of Bruendor's plight. "Hit him again!"

"I think something's going on at the other end of things, but okay..." Lefrik gives it a whack...or in this case, a bash again.

To hit, nonlethal counted in: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
dmg, nonlethal 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Kel swings at the lizard again, hoping to clear the threat and heal Bruendor before it's too late!

morningstar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 84

Together, Anklebiter and Lefrik render the remaining drow warrior unconscious. Kelendra tries to shoo the lizard from Bruendor's body, but she misses the albino chameleon rather badly. Wounded and missing its master, the lizard makes a break for the open crack in the far wall, trying to scuttle out of sight.

AoO on the lizard from Kelendra and then the fight is over.

'Nasty lizard, that's MY dwarf!" Kel swings with all her might at the beastie that just feasted on Bruendor.

morningstar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 52

Kelendra swings at the white lizard, but it is nimble and avoids her blow as it makes for the crack in the wall that leads outside. It flinched slightly as it encountered the brilliant sun outside, but quickly adjusted and scurried out of sight.

"HEY..." Realization dawns on Lefrik, "Is Bruendor hurt or something over there?"

Anklebiter squeaks, his ears vibrating in distress, but shakes his head.
"Yes, he looks hurt BAD," he says. "But either let the ladies fix him up or get him a healing potion - I can't help, I need to keep this spell going or it'll all be for nothing!"

Another 1d6 ⇒ 1 Dexterity damage to the downed Drow. Maybe not sporting, but if he wakes up all of a sudden I'd like to see him immobile. ^^ Speaking of which, we're going to need to tie him up very securely; once the spell ends, so do all of its effects!

Hopefully we'll make it that far, DM!

Stabilize?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Now at -3.

Anklebiter whimpers and whines when he notices more blood oozing out of Bruendor.

"Check my pack!" the Goblin calls to the others. "Right pocket, second from the top! Four bottles of golden liquid, with a twist of flax around the neck! They're healing potions, get one down his throat and dribble any dregs onto his wounds!"

Kel drops to Bruendor's side and applies her healing arts.

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Lefrik nods and looks about for a bottle of golden liquid, if need be lighting a torch or something so he can see the color. Once he finds one of the ones described, he moves towards Bruendor with his usual haste.

"Hang on, Bruendor..." and stops as he sees Kel is already on it.

Bruendor gasps for his breath as Kel's magic brings him back. "Careless," he says, coughing up red-tinged spittle. "Careless and foolish. I've cost us energies better directed towards our enemies." He gingerly sits up, looking around to note the absence of the lizard and the defeated drow. "What have you all got left?"

"One prisoner," Anklebiter replies, as he continues to wave his hands over the unconscious Drow, arcs of necromantic energy playing between him and the downed Elf. "Speaking of which, we need to truss him up good and strong."

And another 1d6 ⇒ 4 Dex. damage. Stop me if he hasn't got any left. ;)

Lefrik puts the potion back, and then tries to help tie up the drow prisoner, "I'm not sure how helpful this one will be."