DM Bigrin's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Lefrik grabs his javelin and moving, flings it at the Gorgan
Move to EF 27 then fling!

To hit:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

The javelin impales itself in a random tree.

And when that Pine dies from infection caused by the wound, it's many off spring will swear revenge upon Lefrik's heirs! "You killed my forest... prepare to die!"

That javelin may be a magical item...! A cursed one. ^^; Have you ever hit anything with it that you aimed at?

Bruendor hops off his mount and moves laterally, attempting to avoid the metal bull's crushing onslaught. He pulls his crossbow as he goes, getting ready to fire upon it.

Getting off my horse is a move action, and I believe readying my crossbow is a move as well.

The bull shook its head as the hail of arrows and javelins pinged off its armored back and decimated the underbrush to either side. It snorted a puff of green vapor into the air as the gladiator moved back into its pat, but otherwise seemed to ignore the figment. It pawed the ground as if to charge once more, but instead moved forward at a deliberate pace and snorted. The snort filled the road and underbrush before it with the same green vapors that it had been exhaling in small puffs. The vapors washed over Lefrik, Kelendra, and Anklebiter making each of them cough at the foul gas.

Kel's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Horse's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Kel feels the rigidness creep over her and is extremely thankful that the horse remains still and doesn't throw her to the ground.

Fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Concentration check to retain spell: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Fortitude save 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Anklebiter startles at the petrifying cloud's advance, but manages to avoid inhaling the toxin. The Goblin's eyebrows draw down in a furious glare when he sees Kelendra's stiffening form, however, and he finishes his chant.

1d3 ⇒ 1

Up in the canopy, the air swirls and darkens -- then abruptly brightens. A single, golden-furred spider appears, liquid eyes sighting on the Gorgon. The spider spits a stream of webbing at the gorgon, attempting to snare it.

Meanwhile, Anklebiter heels his wolf away from the metallic monster. He hurls a spell at the gorgon while he goes: "Simil clamo, simil moris!"

Anklebiter finishes casting Summon monster III and gets one celestial spider. I can't access the map right now, but please put it where the spider can spritz the gorgon. Ranged attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 to entangle.

Anklebiter moves south, out of the gorgon's gas-range, but not before tagging it with an Ear-piercing scream for 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10 sonic damage. Fortitude save of 14 or it is dazed for one round. If it makes the save, damage is halved.

Can I suggest putting it behind the gorgon, so if it turns to use petrifying cloud on it, we're not in the range?

"Damn it," Calla curses as she sees Kelendra stiffen.

"Fireface, get her out of there before it can breath on her again! Let the horse AWAY!" she orders.

She pulls a couple more arrows and lets them fly, still calling on her goddess' aid.

"There!" she exults as both shafts him home deep in the creature's chest.

Longbow (point blank range): 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 24
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 + 2 + (3, 3) = 16

Longbow (point blank range, rapid shot): 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 2 + 2 + (5, 1) = 19

Ah, good idea... Yes, please place my eight-legged friend behind the gorgon.

Anklebiter nods in agreement and grabs the reins of Kelendra's mount as he moves south.

Lefrik, you going to do anything other than save? ;)

I believe Kel's horse is also petrified, not sure if AB would know that before trying to lead it away?

Sorry about that delay

Lefrik races forward to take on the Gorgon that's spewed its foul stench on them.

To hit: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Dmg: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Kelendra and her horse stiffen and turn a mottled shade of gray, while Kelendra's clothing and gear maintain their normal appearance. Apparently only living flesh can be turned by the monster's foul breath. Anklebiter was about to lead his own horse away when he felt it unmoving against the reins. Looking over, he saw that his horse as well had been petrified. He sent a spell at the bull and then scampered away to get out of the thing's range.

Bruendor and Calla lined up their shots, and while Bruendor's crossbow bolt went just wide, both of Calla's shafts sunk deeply into the bull's chest.

Lefrik roared and left his horse behind, charging the bull. His axe cracked off one of the thing's horns before the other swept in and gored him. The entangling webs seemed not to affect the massive bull at all, and the strength behind the horn ripped Lefrik from crotch to sternum.

Calla launches two more arrows toward the beast, carefully aiming around Lefrik.

Longbow (point blank range): 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 25
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 + 2 + (6, 2) = 15
Longbow (point blank range, rapid shot): 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 16
Damage (point blank range): 1d8 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 + 2 + (1, 6) = 15

The celestial spider moves into flanking position with Lefrik (if possible) and tries to put the bite on the gorgon.

Attack roll 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7 for 1d6 ⇒ 1 damage plus poison. Fort save DC14 or 1d3 ⇒ 2 Str. damage to gorgon.

At the same time, Anklebiter casts another spell, causing mucky, vile-smelling grease to bubble up out of the ground underneath the gorgon!

Anklebiter casts Grease. Reflex save DC14 or gorgon falls prone!

Lefrik takes the hit with a snarl, and with that snarl, he embraces his rage.

Berserk, with all its pros and cons

His friends have seen this before, the Ulfen's muscles seem to swell, his eyes spark with a special kind of insanity, and his every motion seems dedicated to attack, attack attack.

He brings the magic great axe down again at the Gorgon, "Die, DIE! Die until you're dead!"

To hit: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
dmg: 1d12 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

As Lefrik roars with anger, Bruendor tosses aside his crossbow and moves to confront the gorgon as well. He pulls his rapier as he goes, and finds a convenient flank with the Ulfen.

Kel's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Horse's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Both Kel and her horse remain in position.

Bruendor closed on the bull, keeping it between himself and Lefrik, as the barbarian smashed his axe down on the creature in a furious rage. One of its horns broke off and the bull reeled in pain. The move gave Bruendor the opening he needed, and his rapier found a vital spot in the thing's belly. Another arrow sprouted from the beast's chest as Calla contributed her attacks.

A pool of slick material magically appeared under the armored bull as Anklebiter smiled in satisfaction. That smile turned to a gasp of disbelief when the bull not only kept its feet, but managed to strike Lefrik twice on the head with its dinner plate sized hooves. The raging barbarian reeled at the strikes, but the now one-horned bull was bleeding and breathing heavily. It wasn't long for this world.

Lefrik reels, but comes back grinning, sensing his foe is nearly dead. And he rears his axe up again and brings it down...

to hit: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Dmg: 1d12 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Lords, No! Not this, give me freedom over my own actions! Kel strains against the forces that hold her immobile.

Kel's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Try as she might, every effort seems to make the constriction worse.

Horse's Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

To her horror, the horse beneath her shudders for moment, threatening to cast her rigid form to the ground, then to her vast relief it remains still.

With a mighty effort, Lefrik sends his axe back in. With a loud thunk he buries it right between the creature's eyes. The axe is wrenched from his hand as the mighty bull reels and crashes to the ground.

Kelendra, no need to roll any more checks, but you are still petrified for the moment

"Stupid magic cow!" Anklebiter curses. "Calla, do you have healing magic now? Enough to fix Lefrik and Kelendra? Yes? No?"

Lefrik snorts as the enemy goes down, and then seems to dwindle as his rage leaves him, "That was... an interesting fight. Is Kelendra going to be alright?"

"I can help Blondie, but I don't think I can do anything about Kelendra. She should recover in time, though."

Calla pulls out a wand and approaches Lefrik, ready to heal.

Wand of CLW. Let me know how many charges you use.

"Do we take Kelendra off the horse?" Anklebiter asks. "Bad show if it goes back to normal first and bucks her off."

The Goblin casts an angry glare at the dead gorgon. "Nasty thing! Maybe I should harvest some organs for spell components! Bah!"

Are there any recipes that call for gorgon parts? Any bits of it useful in crafting or sale?

If you were an alchemist, probably. Not for arcane or crafting though

Within a minute, the grey stone of Kelendra and the two horses begins to take on the blush of living flesh. The metamorphosis from stone to flesh proceeds rapidly, and the three gasp deeply in reflex, drawing in air as if they had been drowning.

"Sheesh, we is being big heroes all over the place!" he says, chuckling. "Many people very happy, you betcha! We travel on, now?"

Two charges I guess
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Edit: Yikes. Let's make that four and add two more
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
"Thank you, Calla."

The barbarian also shoots a look of relief as the Kelendra recovers

"Let's look around, first. Make sure we don't need to expect any baby gorgons or anything."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

If no clues to lead us to a lair or anything, let's move on.

"That a disturbing thought," Anklebiter mutters, flicking an ear at Calla. "If this was the bull, there could be a herd of his cows! With calves to match!"

Is it actually known what kind of marital arrangements gorgons have? Because a herd of those suckers could probably decimate a mid-sized kingdom...

Bruendor sighs in relief as well as Kelendra recovers from her predicament. "Thought we'd lost you, Kel," he says to her. "As much as I appreciate stonework, I think I like the real you to the stone you."

Looking up gorgon's now...oh hey, you CAN get spell components from them. And yes, they can and do form small herds.

Upon further reflection, Anklebiter is certain that he has heard of wizards using gorgon horn for certain strength-enhancing solutions, as well as spells relating to stone. It took a little coaxing, but he managed to convince Lefrik to hack the horns off for later use.

Looking around, Calla spotted the remnants of more statues, some of which were badly deteriorated, while others looked brand new. Some of the newer ones still had their effects about them - clothing, pouches, and belt daggers. Between them, she found a decent amount of coins and a small handful of gems. Given the clothing, she was sure that the gems came from either a minor noble or a gem merchant.

"Think these will go back to flesh, too?" Anklebiter asks Calla, gesturing at the newer statues.

"I'm guessing they're done for. Healer girl came back pretty quickly, after all."

She shrugs, glancing over to make sure Kelendra is moving normally.

OK, ready to go on...

"Icky, stone-making, people-eating magic cow," Anklebiter says, shuddering. "At least my people usually definitely kill people before they start eating them."

"Poor wretches," Lefrik shudders at the thought of being turned to stone forever. "If we're done, let's be gone from this place. It chills me to think on it too long."

Leaving the gorgon's territory behind, the road joins up with the Velashu River and follows its western bank for the rest of the day. Camping by the river, you set your watches and lay back to get some much-needed rest.

The morning dawned with a cool, misty light, and once breakfast and spell preparation was complete, you set off again. You had only been on the road for an hour or so, when a movement off to the east had Calla peering into the woods. She was about to say something when a black-fletched arrow slammed into Lefrik's shoulder. The force of the blow nearly sent the barbarian reeling out of his saddle.

The first arrow must have been a signal of some kind, because more arrows rained down on you from both sides of the path. A second struck Lefrik, this time in the leg, pinning him to his horse, which reared in sudden pain.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

And she has low-light vision, so that should negate the lighting problem.

"Calistria take you!" Calla curses as she looks for her targets.

Holding off on any further actions until I see what I can see. Aw man, way to make me waste a crit, though!

It's not the low-light that's the problem. It's looking directly into the slanting sun. Still, nice 20 :)

Calla looks around, squinting to stare through the slanting sun and into the trees to her right. She sees a pair of forms about forty feet into the trees, sitting in well-made blinds about fifteen or twenty feet up. Turning to the left, she sees a similar setup.

[ooc]I'll update the map once we get some others to make their Perc checks. But Calla, at least, knows right where the ambushers are.

Anklebiter heels his wolf forward, ending up between Kelendra and Bruendor, and shouts a single Word of Power. An aura of protective magic layers itself over the party, a slightly greater feeling of security.

Anklebiter moves to CY 49 and uses his Protective Ward: everyone gets a +1 Deflection bonus to AC. (This'll have to do until I can research Mass Mage Armour. ^^; ) Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Round 1

Still moving slow after the petrification, the ambush unfolds before her and Kel cries in pain as the arrow draws blood.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

The sunlight obscures her vision and prevents Kel from seeing her attackers. Dismounting and using the horse for cover, she calls out in her sweetest voice to their assailants. "Hold, bandits, you can keep our coins, no need to bleed us for them!

Bluff check to buy us time: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

"They're in the trees," Calla growls as she pulls her bow and slides off her horse.

Calling on her goddess for protection, she sends an arrow hurtling into the nearest tree stand.

Longbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Ah! Treacherous dogs!" Lefrik snaps, and looks about, even as he tries to calm the horse

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Ride to keep from being thrown 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

And once again, he finds himself in dire shape as the arrows dug DEEP

Bruendor peered into the forest's gloom as he dismounted his horse - taking cover behind it as he searched for their attackers.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Calla's shot flew true, hitting one of the ambushers to the west of the trail, where the early morning sun wasn't painfully slanting into her eyes. The creature grunted, then returned fire, its arrow driving into Calla's right side. The others milled about in confusion, trying desperately to see where the attacks were coming from. Unfortunately, the trees, in combination with the sun off to the east, made it difficult. Bruendor finally spotted Calla's target, and raised a finger to join her pointed bow. Lefrik, still on his panicked horse, felt a third arrow drive deeply into his chest. His left lung filled with blood and collapsed as he weakly held himself in the saddle.

"Propugnatio contra sagittas!" Anklebiter chants as he moves up. Rising in his stirrups, he slaps his hand against Lefrik's back. A tingle of magical energy passes through the mighty Ulfen and he may well feel a little more secure.

Anklebiter moves to CW 49 and casts Protection from arrows on Lefrik. Lefrik, you've got DR 10/magic against ranged weapons; the spell's exhausted once it has absorbed 50 points.

"Thank you, I think, Anklebiter, for whatever you did... but what I really need is healing." Lefrik dismounts his horse, draws his javelin, and hurls it at the remaining foe the others have pointed out.

To hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Snarling with the pain, Calla intones another prayer to her goddess swift action to switch to healing judgment and fires two more arrows into the woods.

+1/+1 if there's one within 30 feet
Longbow: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 - 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
Longbow (rapid shot): 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 2 = 5
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Round 2

Kel scuttles to Lefrik's side (CW-49) and pulls the arrows from his wounds as she calls to Desna for strength. "Heal him, Goddess, for he is my shield!"

Cure Moderate Wounds: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (5, 8) + 5 = 18