DM Bigrin's Shattered Star (Group B) (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Zaph weighs their options, and decides to agree with Angelica. "That's fine. No party crashing for us."

Okay, I think I misunderstood the map. The only way we can go is into the room from this hallway, or go around to the stairs that we think lead to the balcony into this room. Either way, this room is the only way.

Angelica takes the layout of the room into consideration. "Well, we can just enter here and try to slink past all the people, or go to the balcony and try to see if we can glean something before entering. Maybe waiting up there we can see when all the visitors leave or they retire for the night." Not waiting for a response, she heads back toward the stairs in the other room and follows them to the door. She stops and inspects it for either wards or locks.

Stealth 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25 (Can move at full speed w/o penalty)
Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 (+2 vs traps, and +4 vs stone like creatures)

Well at least if it does all go wrong, the balcony will work as a fortified position of sorts."

Jakscar tucks into his usual position and follows Angelica up to the balcony.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Shabbezz stays back, but attempts to keep her companions in sight of the signal for her to approach or retreat.

Zaph stays with Shabbezz, ready to assist where needed.

As soon as the door to the balcony opened, a voice rang out over the partying crowd, and all conversation ceased.

"Oh my sweet subjects. Now is the time to enjoy the sweet succulent fruits of our labor. I give you license to indulge your appetites, every unexpressed libidinous impulse, for by such indulgences you honor me. Those who would interefere with this sacrament are like the blind chastising the sighted for looking with pleasure upon a rainbow. Why, some in our midst this very moment are actively working against us - obstacles between us and the indulgence of our passions. Behold the cold and bloodless prudes who even now stand before us!"

All the party goers turned towards the balcony, every eye fastened upon Angelica in the open doorway. One looming man dressed in greeen-and-gold robes raised an accusing finger and yelled, "The proper place for those without inner fire is the grave! Come, let us drag them there!"

The crowd surges towards the balcony in a frenzied mob, splashing against the walls. Most could not reach even the bottom of the balcony, but then some began hoisting their fellows up. Reaching arms grabbed the rails and bodies spilled over. Down below, more ran out the passageway you had recently abandoned, clearly heading for the stairs. Angelica moved to close the door, but as she did, the first of the furious revelers reached for her...and vanished. That was the trigger for all, and in ones and twos, then by the handful, the revelers disappeared.

Sorshen was the last to go, that sultry smile on her lips leering at you as she disappeared, her last words lingered in the air.

"I'll be waiting for you."

Angelica, startled by the entire exchange, can only utter a single response. "I'm not a prude." Coming back to the now, she adds, "So, I guess that means she knows we're here? If we haven't already set off some sort of alarm."

As the flow of party goers heads for the balcony, Jakscar sees they will ne overwhelmed and readies his blades. "Get out before they block the stairs, I will hold them here. " and then they disappear. Jakscar stops with blades in the beginning of an overhead strike and only stops his blade from hitting the balcony with an exertion of his muscles.
"Oh crap! I guess she does. Much though part of me suggests that we just give up on this one, I guess we push on quickly before she can organise her defence? Although I fear that may be too late!"

Shaken somewhat by the strange event, Shabbezz's academic curiosity edges out her fear.

"An illusion, maybe? It detected Angelica, so possibly it was pre-programed to trigger for an intruder, or there could be some guardian entity in control of it..."

Knowledge (Arcana) to try and suss out what just happened: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

"Regardless, something has detected us. If we're already made, we may as well press forward cautiously and see just how much trouble we're in!"

Angelica shrugs, and offers, "Well, no sense in being up in this balcony now. Let's go back down into the room and find a way through it." With that she moves to go right back down the hallway they came up and enter into the room.

As Angelica entered the ballroom, there was a pop of displaced air. Suddenly, there was a 15-foot constrictor on the ground in front of her, charging full speed! It struck at Angelica, who was barely able to avoid it, being ready for some kind of danger. From above, the sound of faint chanting could be heard.

"Oh what the hell, here we go again."
Seeing the anaconda spring into existence, Jakscar tears across the hall, arms pumping, blades flashing, sprinting in a wide circle trying to loop round behind the massive serpent. Expecting the long coil of muscle to lash out with tail or fang Jakscar activates the magic of his boots and throws himself into a pre-emptive dodge.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 5 = 22

Jakscar moved into the room to help Angelica just as the snake struck again. This time, the burglar was not able to avoid the large snake, and it bit her, coiling its massive body around her legs and torso. The chanting stopped momentarily, and there was another pop of displaced air as a small demon appeared right in front of the hallway entry. It let out an enormous wave of flatulence, and the air in front of the entry was filled with a putrid green smoke that reeked of half-digested offal and spoiled dairy. Immediately, the chanting started up again.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Zaph coughs but keeps it together long enough to move out of the fog if he can. If not, he moves to where both summoned creatures are within thirty feet of him. Then he channels a burst of holy energy, but this time the energy doesn't heal, but harms the outsiders.

Will DC 17 for half: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5) = 10

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Fail.

"Ugkh--!"

Shabbezz starts to retch, grasping her stomach and covering her nose and mouth with a webbed hand. She tries to quickly move out of the way, but can focus on little else.

I can't see the map very well on mobile. I'll update my move on a better device later tonight.

Per Roll20, I can't move out of the cloud, I have to move past the dretch but I'm pretty sure that due to the concealment it can't get an AoO on me unless it's got something special. Or, if Bigrin rules that it does. :-/

Attack D sword: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20
Dmg D Sword: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (2) = 10

Attack S dagger: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21
Dmg S Dagger: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (6) = 8

As combat starts again in earnest, Jakscar's blades move in the familiar glitter of silver and steel, slicing and stabbing at the snake in a whirl.
"Can someone work out who is summoning these things! Are they invisible?"

Angelica whirls with blade and claw at the sudden snake appearing beside her, both weapons move with alacrity and determination, biting into the animal. She tries to pay attention to where they may be coming from, either hearing the caster or seeing movement.

Full attack.
Silverfang vs snake 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28, damage 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (3, 3) = 14
Left claw vs snake 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25, damage 1d4 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + (1, 3) = 11

Between them, Angelica and Jakscar easily sliced the snake into several pieces. Above, you could hear a curse of anger as the mage above finished their next spell and hated you for destroying its summons so easily. Another pop and another dretch appeared. This one clawed at Jakscar before letting off its cloud of flatulence. It didn't do much, as Jakscar was ready with the parry. Inside the first cloud, the dretch waddled up to Zaphomil and lashed out, but its own cloud kept its strike from landing.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Fighting the stinking effluent stench, coughing and with his eyes streaming, Jakscar lashes out, guessing the dretch's position from his earlier parry.
Miss chance D sword need over 20: 1d100 ⇒ 97
Attack D Sword: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 = 31
Dmg D Sword: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Miss chance S dagger need over 20: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Attack S dagger: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 = 26
Dmg S Dagger: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Fort Save 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Angelica just managed to fight off the disgusting odor permeating her senses. Thinking about where the creature appeared before it let out the cloud, she moves around to try and flank with Jakscar. The thickness of the cloud was enough to prevent her from truly finding a weak point.

Move, to flank with Jakscar, will provoke (+4 to my AC)
Standard, attack with Silverfang 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 = 17, miss chance (need over 20) 1d100 ⇒ 75, damage?? 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Can't cast...Can't see past the cloud!" Shabbezz yells back to Jackscar.

She had retreated to the refuge of the hallway in order to escape the radius of the dretch's cloud, but could do little more than continue to retch until the magically-induced nausea abated.

I've got see invisibility and gust of wind on deck, but I can't do much of anything until the nausea wears off. It's supposed to last for up to 1d4+1 rounds after I've left the cloud, GM's roll.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Zaph sends another burst of holy energy that will harm evil outsiders, then moves to get out of the putrid cloud.

Channel DC 17: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 4) = 14
30'burst, hopefully that catches both dretches

Angelica moved, easily avoiding the dretch's strike as she pinned it between herself and Jakscar. The two managed to whittle down the demon, with Zaphomil's channeled energy finishing it off. The other dretch waddled after the gnome, scratching at Zaph's armor without doing any real damage. Another pop heralded a squeal, and a 300-pound boar with long, razor-sharp tusk and fiery eyes charged Zaphomil. The gnome threw himself to the side and avoided the tusks, but was in trouble. Above, the chanting started again, even as the first dretch's cloud disappeared.

Angelica moves out of the cloud to the cover of one of the columns. From her place of hiding, she tries to be more helpful by finding the source of the summoned creatures. She gazes up and down the length of the hall, looking for the signs of casting or activity

Move, out of the cloud, Stealth 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 (Can move at full speed w/o penalty)
Standard, active Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33 (+2 vs traps, and +4 vs stone like creatures)

Angelica sees no sign of the caster, but she can tell that the sound of chanting is coming from above, near the ceiling.

Shabbezz is still incapacitated from the effects of the cloud. In between heaving she is finally able to see how the battle is progressing as the cloud dissapates, but remains in the shelter of the hallway until she can once again cast spells.

Sticking to the relative safety of the hallway for now.

Surrounded by a dretch and an angry boar, Zaphomil weighed his options. Seeing Angelica run out of the cloud and search the ceiling for the source of the chanting, he calls out, "Have you spotted it yet? I can let you fly up there!"

He pushes past the two threats and runs up to the burglar. He casts a spell that will let her defy gravity. Casting fly on Angelica

Sorry, was flying home from holiday yesterday

Following the porcine squeals and Zaph's shouting, Jakscar heads out of the choking cloud, almost stumbling on to the tusks of the enraged ham.

Attack D sword: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Swinging his blade in an overhead blow he cuts at the beast's shoulder.

Zaphomil broke free of the combat and cast his flying spell on Angelica, while Shabbezz continued to dry heave and weakly clutch at the wall of the corridor. Jakscar broke free of the dissipating stink cloud and slashed at the boar, cutting it deeply. The chanting stopped and another boar appeared, charging Jakscar and catching the cat on the leg, tearing deeply at his calf. Unsurprisingly, the chanting started back up again immediately.

Got it. I'll be ready to move after the enemies.

Looking into the room, Shabbezz tried to concentrate past her nausea and ready a spell to detect whomever or whatever was the source of the summoned creatures.

Can't access the map currently

Angelica tests the newly granted ability to fly, and heads up to about the middle of the room lengthwise, but just a little under its ceiling, once more focusing on finding the source of the casting.

Move, as indicated in the text
Standard, active Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31 (+2 vs traps, and +4 vs stone like creatures)

Distracted by the tearing pain in his calf, Jakscar's strikes are off balance.

"Hurry it up please, I didn't come equipped for pig sticking!"

Attack D Sword: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Dmg D Sword: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Attack S dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Dmg S Dagger: 1d4 ⇒ 3

I'm so upset that I didn't take something like invisibility purge

Zaph tries to help Jakscar with the boar by sending a crossbow bolt its way.
Ranged: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

@Angelica - I moved you closer to where you hear the chanting coming from, instead of the middle of the room.

Angelica flew towards the sound of the chanting, and though she could hear it quite clearly, she saw no signs of the caster. The boar dies as Jaksar pinioned it with his blade, but the dretch continued to bite and rake at the catfolk with its claws. Blood spattered on the marble floor as the little demon savaged Jakscar's left arm with its teeth and talons. The fighter nearly lost his grip on his blade, the pain was so fierce. Another pop heralded the presence of a new foe, this one a spider. Then, the chanting stopped. Angelica swore she felt air move nearby, but though she reached out grasping hands, she felt nothing.

Finally past the nausea induced by the cloud, Shabbezz finally is in a position to provide aid. She grabs her spell component pouch, extracts what she needs, and weaves the effect into being.

Casting see invisibilty (Casting Time: 1 standard action; Components: V,S,M [talc and powdered silver]; Range: personal; Target: you; Duration: 10 min./level [1 hour].

Her large red eyes gleam supernaturally for a moment before seeming to return to normal. The grippli then races as far as she can manage into the chamber and attempts to locate the source of the hidden conjurer.

Perception, if needed (darkvision 60 ft.): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

In case I don't reply quick enough, assume that if Shabbezz is able to spot the summoner's location she immediately points it out and yells it to the others. I will make any appropriate knowledge rolls if it needs to be identified.

Shabbezz shouts out, "She's near the center of the ballroom!" She pointed and marked the enemy caster's position with one tiny finger pointing.

Zaph, tired of this spellcaster's tactics and invisibility, targets the area where Shabbezz points with a dispel magic. He makes sure not to include Angelica in the area, lest he accidentally dispel his own fly spell.

Dispel: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

The boat ready to be roasted, Jakscar pins to face the dretch and speaks through gritted teeth. "Your turn now, and if I remember correctly, you will disappear eventually. So i will just say that it was unpleasant to see you, please don't call again.". Eith that, Jakscar adopts a more cautious fighting stance.

Attack defensively D Sword: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 12 - 4 = 18
Dmg D Sword: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Attack defensively S dagger: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 4 = 21
Dmg S Dagger: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Fighting defensively for +2 AC

Okay, considering Angelica goes before Zap, she doesn't know of his intentions.

Angelica feels the rush, and hears Shabbezz cry out. Turning from where she is, she flies toward her best guess of where they might be, and tries desperately to get a clue to their whereabouts.

Move, as indicated in the text
Standard, active Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33 (+2 vs traps, and +4 vs stone like creatures)

Jakscar killed the little dretch, freeing up all on the ground except Zaphomil, who was being attacked by the spider. Angelica flew towards where Shabbezz was pointing and lashed out with talon and blade, but caught nothing. She definitely heard it when the spellcaster began chanting again. It was off to the left of where she thought the creature was. Then, Zaphomil managed to get his counterspell off, and your target suddenly appeared. It was a female sinspawn, similar to the ones you had seen before, only this one was dressed in a halter and flowing skirt. Her spell completed, and she blurred slightly with speed, as did her spider companion. The spider attacked Zaphomil over and over, it's fangs glowing with a black-speckled purple hue. Zaphomil felt the mandibles pierce his left leg, and the poison coursing though the bite.

Shabbezz saw the spider sink its fangs into Zaph and immediately tried to drive it off of him. Two glowing missiles streaked from her wand at the arthopod.

Firing the wand of magic missile (3 charges remaining, CL3, range 130 feet, two missiles, no attack roll needed) at the spider attacking Zaphomil.

Versus SR: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Damage (force), 1st missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage (force), 2nd missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Being able to see the target of her searches finally, Angelica uses the newfound speed granted by the flight to cut a wide circle around behind the thing. Ideally this will allow her to cut off any form of escape. Silverfang in hand, she stabs out at the creature.

Move, to new location
Standard, attack with Silverfang 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27, confirm 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 damage 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 (in case of crit add 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8)

poke? Come on guys

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Zaph's gnomish constitution throws off the poison. He steps back, loads his crossbow again and shoots the spider on him.

Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Sorry tough week. Is the sinspawn flying as well? Unsure after spells etc? Doesn't affect my choice now, but might going forward.

As the dretch slides off Jakscar's blades, he is already turning to find the next enemy. Spotting the spider, Jakscar charges into combat with it, howling and hissing like a tomcat to catch it's attention.

charge D Sword: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 2 = 27
Dmg D Sword: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Yes, sinspawn is flying...for now

Jakscar raced to Zaphomil's aid, a pair of magical missiles flying over his should to impact on the spider's body. The catfolk arrived just as Zaphomil sank a crossbow bolt into the spider, and Jakscar slashed the summoned beast. With a squeal, the spider flipped over, its legs contracting in death.

In the air, Angelica slashed at the sinspawn, who dropped her guisarme and lunged back at the burglar, slashing with razor-sharp claws and biting with a jaw that unhinged to an impossibly wide angle. But, Angelica was too adroit to be taken in, even in mid-air, and she contorted her body to avoid all of the blows

Moving the wand to her left hand, Shabbezz weaves her right in a quick series of gestures punctuated by arcane phrases. Three glowing missiles spiral from her outstretched palm and rocket towards the sinspawn homing in on its position even in flight.

Casting magic missile at the sinspawn (Magic Missile: CL6, three separate missiles, range 160 feet, no AC bonus for soft cover or penalty for firing into melee, no attack roll needed for either one; all three will strike the same target).

Versus SR: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Damage for missile #1: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Damage for missile #2: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage for missile #3: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Zaph loads another bolt in his crossbow and shoots at the sinspawn.

Ranged, melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Unable to reach, Jakscar sheathes his blades and draws his rarely used shortbow placing an arrow on the string.