DM Bigrin's Shattered Star (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Crossbow covering the busted up attic, Eowithe motions the others toward the door.

"Right, who wants to play possible pin cushion?" Pakak smiles toothily.

Alnathian nods his head at the half orc and draws his sword as he moves to the door. "I will check."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Like the other doors, this one is closed, but not locked.

Alanthian attempts to open the door as quietly as possible.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The room before Alanthian is floorless, yet again, with only an exposed septic pit where the floor should be. A dry sewer pipe extends from the wall of this pit. The pipe is maybe a foot in diameter, and extends maybe a foot out. The west wall is dominated by a massive brick fireplace that still remains anchored in place, overlooking the sewage. A ladder extends from the sewage to the fire-blackened hearth above. As in other rooms, the ceiling here has collapsed to reveal the attic space. A short ladder leads from the sewage pit to the hearth, and another ladder lies almost hidden in the darkness of the hearth itself, leading up the chimney.

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Pakak glances over Alanthian's shoulder, then whispers low "Careful of the pipe, might not be something we could go through, but I can picture a goblin being cozily hid."

Eowtihe moves to the opposite corner of the room C8 observing the remnants of the attic for any movement.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Crugold follows behind as he shakes his head, "I've heard of no ceilings or roofs, but this the first time I've encountered anyone that thought that floors were unnecessary."

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Eowithe catches a glimpse of movement in the rafters above, but it is so faint that she isn't really sure she saw it. Whatever it was was small, like a rat or something.

A cursory examination of the new room reveals no additional details.

Crugold goes over to this ladder and takes his time to look it over carefully. "If the person we seek is truly here, than one of these ladders must be in reasonably good shape. Even the lightest person in the world would need at least one reliable path up, and I doubt she went into the sewer tunnels."

"Up then."
Alanthian begins to climb the ladder.

Alanthian climbs the first ladder to the base of the stone hearth and looks up. The great chimney is almost three feet wide and has plenty on room for someone to ascend on the ladder that rises through it. In the shadows of the hearth lurks a long, sinuous figure, with the head of a goblin. Its bared teeth are sharp and its long forked tongue flickered about.

Eowithe catches a glimpse of movement in the rafters above, but it is so faint that she isn't really sure she saw it. Whatever it was was small, like a rat or something.

A cursory examination of the new room reveals no additional details.

Hmmm, lost a post. Then didn't get notice that there were new posts....grrrr.

Eowithe enters the rooms with the hearth after the others, watching the pipe and shattered attic.

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Pakak follows, though he's not afraid to ask for a rope throw if it looks like ladders alone will have trouble.

Crugold scrambles up as best he can, eager to find this girl and get on with other tasks.

Alanthian holds up his left hand and slowly draws his sword. "Trouble."

As Alanthian's hand shot to his sword, the coiling form in the darkness lunged out at him. The snake fangs razored for his arm, but missed as the elf drew back sharply.

5' Step to allow others room and set up flank.

Attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage:1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Not able to do much, Crugold waits until the ladder is clear for him to climb up.

Once Alanthian has moved out of the way, Eowithe will launch a crossbow bolt at it.

Attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Damage 1d10 ⇒ 3

Pakak moves up and then helps Crugold up as well while the others engage.

Alanthian's strike tears a huge gash in the goblin-faced snake's side, and the coils thrash. The snake hisses again as Eowithe's crossbow bolt buries itself in the thing's side. It lashed out at Alanthian with its fangs, but the rogue turned the strike aside with his blade.

Attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Pakak moves up to join the fight, drawing his rapier and stabbing at it.

To hit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Seeing that she wouldn't be able to engage in melee, Eowithe reloads her crossbow.

Crugold does the same and waits for a clear shot.

As everyone jockeys for position, Pakak draws his rapier and waits for an opening. Stepping forward, he jabs the point of the blade through the open mouth of the goblinoid face, piercing the brain beyond. The snake goes limp, with none of the thrashing and neural spasms of a standard reptile.

From above, a sound can be heard, as of someone shifting their feet. Crugold jerks as a crossbow bolt fired from above strikes him in the left arm, nearly ripping the limb from its socket.

Seeing a crossbow bolt srout from Crugold's shoulder, Eowithe tries to determine where it came from

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Eowithe sees some small forms above, through the broken slats of the ceiling, but has no clear shot or determination of what they might be.

Crugold goes full defensive as he looks around himself, not having much else he can do.

"Blast, I don't have a shot at those critter up above. We need to move up that ladder quickly!" Eowithe calls out to the others.

"If it will hold us," Pakak says, "Lighter folks first?"

Alanthian runs to the ladder and begins to climb.

Unable to do anything else, Crugold will stay full defensive until everyone else is up the ladder, not wanting to risk their ability to get up with his weight, at which point, he himself will climb up.

Pakak looks over at Crugold, "I ain't no daisy myself, but alright." And up he goes after Alanthian

As Alanthian started to climb, a pair of squashed goblin faces looked down on him from the top of the flue. Both leveled small crossbows at him and fired. Pain exploded in the elf's head and shoulder as the bolts struck. One, catching him on the brow, cracked his skull and left a jagged tear along the right side of his face.

"Dammit, Alanthanian, out of the way." Eowithe cries, surging forward to the ladder. Pulling him off the ladder, she takes her shield muttering impreications to Desna, holds it over head in one hand then begins climbing up the ladder. "Follow me, under the shield!"

Alanthian allows Eowithe past him on the ladder and follows her up to the goblins.

Pakak mutters as folks shuffle over him, "about had it up to here with goblins."

Crugold frowns at his inability to do anything as he moves close to the ladder while staying in a defensive posture.

Eowithe threw her shield over her head and managed to start climbing the ladder, though awkwardly. It took more than a little effort to climb, and the entire time she could hear mechanical gears and feet shuffling. Knowing that at any moment, the quarrels could be raining down on her any second, she pressed upwards. Her hear barely cleared the trapdoor above her when two forms leaned over and unloaded their crossbows point blank at her. The shield did its job, deflecting the quarrels enough to avoid any serious damage.

Above her are two goblins with the dreaded crossbows, and a tall woman with dark hair and an imperious expression on her face.

Chest heaving, snarling in pain from where the crossbow bolts scored her flesh, Eowithe gains her feet at the top of the ladder.

Glowering at the woman she yells "If you're Natalya Vancaskerin, then stand down woman! We're Pathfinders!"

Pakak holds off on his own charge to see if the woman responds.

The response was short and to the point. "If they don't leave immediately, kill them."

Crugold clambers up the ladder and frowns at the response. "We can't help you if you insist taking the hard road. Even a message for our employer so that she has something to work with would be of great help, and quite frankly, after the wild goose chase we've been on today, I don't recommend testing my dwarven patience anymore than necessary."

Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 17

The goblins step back, and follow their leaders command. Crossbows click and the steel-tipped missiles flash towards Eowithe. Without much room to maneuver, the woman was struck by one of the missile, which tore a small gash across the small of her back.

Natalya, if that is indeed who she is, stepped backwards and made a few hand gestures, accompanied by arcane words. As she finished, a thin layer of slippery substance covered the landing around the ladder, and the ladder rungs themselves.

Pakak will try to clamber up, but with the grease is treacherous. "Why is EVERYONE out to #$#ing kill us when we just want to talk?"

Ref Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

And he slips falling, though fortunately the others had already moved past him.

Reflex Save DC 13 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Holding out her hands, Eowithe manages to keep her feet

Bending her legs to maintain her balance she is able to takes a swing at the goblin beside her.
AoO Attack1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Using the momentum from her miss, Eowithe swings her morningstar back around at the goblin
Regular Attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

If she can Eowithe will take a 5' step to B1 to clear the ladder.