DM-Camris' IRON GODS Part 1: The Fires of Creation (Inactive)

Game Master Camris

Lilly hisses through her teeth as another attack slips through her defenses. She couldn't take many more of those hits. She breathes deeply, steadying her nerves, letting the past two failed swings melt away as she sizes up the enemy before her, letting loose a stroke at Bug 5 after she finds her range.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

And bug 5 explodes under the war priestess' weapon, bug guts spattering everyone in five feet.

Thomas steadies himself, and takes another swing at *bug1*

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 -2 from Daze

and Misses Horriblely, Still effected by the flashing lights

"I cannot See a thing! curse these Vermin!

"OUCH! The next time I say we should be quiet, I MEAN QUIET!!!"
Celest stabs down hard on the beetle between her and Flynn number 7.

Stab!!! (flanking): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Stabbier damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (4) = 10

Edit: Assuming it's dead, if possible she takes a 5-foot-move to D13, otherwise she backs and comes around to the same spot using a full move to avoid an attack of opportunity.

And down goes Red 7!

Flynn 5foot steps into the space formally held by bug 7.

Rapier: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

"Well that sucked."

"I can go defensive if you need to step back and recoupe Lilly. I won't last long, but you need a second wind."

"Well that sucked."

Over the sound of battle Celest cries: "Still is! As far as I can see!"

"Yeah, at least we don't have a bard with us to immortalize us and regale audiences how we went down ---valiantly---just inside the door to a few freaking beetles! For the love of Desna."

Elise continues to stab the same beetle with her pointy stick! Attack vs Beetle 1: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19; Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

"Wow, always embarrassing to be shown up by someone wielding a sharpened stick."

Blinking his eyes, Doctor Rhaym stepped back onto the dry sandy riverbank.
"Everyone take a giant step back!" He shouted as he uncorked a potion bottle.

Round 3____________

Lilly Peregrine_____
She breathes deeply, steadying her nerves, letting the past two failed swings melt away as she sizes up the enemy before her, letting loose a stroke at Bug 5 after she finds her range.
And bug 5 explodes under the war priestess' weapon, bug guts spattering everyone in five feet.

Thomas Eldrich_____
Thomas steadies himself, and takes another swing at *bug1*
and Misses Horribly, Still effected by the flashing lights
"I cannot See a thing! curse these Vermin!

Celest Slysword_____
"OUCH! The next time I say we should be quiet, I MEAN QUIET!!!"
Celest stabs down hard on the beetle between her and Flynn number 7.
And down goes Red 7!

Notorious Flynn Ryder_____
Flynn 5foot steps into the space formally held by bug 7.
He attacked, but missed.
"Well that sucked."
"I can go defensive if you need to step back and recoupe Lilly. I won't last long, but you need a second wind."

Celest Slysword _____
Over the sound of battle Celest cries: "Still is! As far as I can see!"

Notorious Flynn Ryder_____
"Yeah, at least we don't have a bard with us to immortalize us and regale audiences how we went down ---valiantly---just inside the door to a few freaking beetles! For the love of Desna."

Elise Emeria_____
Elise continues to stab the same beetle with her pointy stick!
The spear hits home through the beetles eye, and it collapses.

Notorious Flynn Ryder_____
"Wow, always embarrassing to be shown up by someone wielding a sharpened stick."

Doctor Rhaym_____
Blinking his eyes, Doctor Rhaym stepped back onto the dry sandy riverbank.
"Everyone take a giant step back!" He shouted as he uncorked a potion bottle.

ENEMIES__________

The beetles swarm mindlessly trying to get to whoever they can.

Red 2 attack vs. Thomas: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 for a possible 1d4 ⇒ 4 damage.
Red 3 attack vs. Thomas: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 for a possible 1d4 ⇒ 1 damage.
Red 4 attack vs. Lilly: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 for a possible 1d4 ⇒ 2 damage.
Red 6 attack vs. Flynn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 for a possible 1d4 ⇒ 2 damage.

Round 4____________

Players take their turn in order of posting, Enemies will go last.

TACTICAL SITUATION

"Wow, always embarrassing to be shown up by someone wielding a sharpened stick."

Stab #6 with flanking! (assuming Lilly's still standing): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

STAB!!: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + (5) = 9

To Flynn: "Maybe you should get a sharper stick."

If #6 drops, she tries to reach D17 (avoiding attack of opportunity if at all possible by going around it's threatened area--her rate might depend on the water's depth).

Flynn steps back as directed and face palms when he sees Celest do the opposite.

"Uuuuuuuummm, maybe you should start listening---because the mad scientist guy asked you to step back as he uncorked a bottle of whoop-ass! Drop back before you get set on fire or melted by acid or something."

And bug 6 drops where it stands.

Lilly heeds the Doctor's words, taking a careful swipe at Bug 3 before taking a step back.

Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Please 5 ft step Lilly up and to the right.

After stepping back and people are out of the way, because I think I can 5toot and still do this with QuickDraw.

Flynn QuickDraws his bow with a flourish and snipes away at the bug least likely to be threatened by the Doc.

Composite Shortbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Threat
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Damage: 3d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 6) + 3 = 12

"One super sharp stick comin right up!"

"Boooooyah!"

"Everyone take a giant step back!" He shouted as he uncorked a potion bottle.

Using her best Lando Calrissian impersonation: "Waitaminute, I thought you couldn't see!"

"That's why I said 'Step Back' and not forward woman!" Rhaym snapped irritably as he dropped the catalyst into the bottle and threw it towards the shore (F,16).
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Hit! for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 fire damage and 5 points fire damage to each square around it.

"Even still gramps, you being a Doctor and all should know that four 's still more than two." Celest says waving four, beetle-juice splattered fingers. "Who's still alive? Yo paladin, ya dead?"

Thomas Jumps back As the Bottle of Explosives goings flying past his Head.

"I am Fine, other than the Spots floating in my vision. Is that the Last of them?"

Round 4____________

Celest Slysword_____
Stab #6 with flanking! (assuming Lilly's still standing)
And bug 6 drops where it stands.
Then she splashes through thigh deep water to reach D17.

Notorious Flynn Ryder_____
Flynn steps back as directed and face palms when he sees Celest do the opposite.
"Uuuuuuuummm, maybe you should start listening---because the mad scientist guy asked you to step back as he uncorked a bottle of whoop-ass! Drop back before you get set on fire or melted by acid or something."

Lilly Peregrine_____
Lilly heeds the Doctor's words, taking a careful swipe at Bug 3, (And missing), before taking a step back.
5 ft step Lilly up and to the right.

Notorious Flynn Ryder_____
Flynn QuickDraws his bow with a flourish and snipes away at the bug least likely to be threatened by the Doc.
"One super sharp stick comin right up!"
Flynn shoots red 4 through the multifaceted eye and it collapses.
"Boooooyah!"

Celest Slysword_____
Using her best Lando Calrissian impersonation: "Waitaminute, I thought you couldn't see!"

Doctor Rhaym_____
"That's why I said 'Step Back' and not forward woman!" Rhaym snapped irritably as he dropped the catalyst into the bottle and threw it towards the shore (F,16).
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Hit! for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 fire damage and 5 points fire damage to each square around it.
He toasted the last remaining bugs in a miniature mushroom cloud, and almost caught Thomas as he backed out of the blast radius.

Celest Slysword _____
"Even still gramps, you being a Doctor and all should know that four 's still more than two." Celest says waving four, beetle-juice splattered fingers. "Who's still alive? Yo paladin, ya dead?"

Thomas Eldrich_____
Thomas Jumps back As the Bottle of Explosives goings flying past his Head.
"I am Fine, other than the Spots floating in my vision. Is that the Last of them?"

Looking around, you see no more insects. The Battle is Over.

Blinking his eyes until the spots faded, Rhaym glanced about, but saw no threats.
Nodding with approval, he donned his coat from his pack again and tugged it straight.
"Yes. Very good."
He looked around at his companions.
"Is anyone injured?"

TACTICAL OVERVIEW

Three of the beetles have two glowing phosphorescent glands that can be removed and used as torches with a Survival DC15 or Heal check DC10.

Looking around, you see scorch marks on the sandy shore.

He looked around at his companions.

"Is anyone injured?"

"The better question might be: 'Is anyone not injured?' Ow."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
survival: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Well that was creepy. I sure hope there aren't more of these beetles up ahead." Elise dusts herself off, but does not look worse from the battle.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

"I got hit a couple of times, but have curative magics at my disposal if we lack mundane methods." Lilly sighs, the tense battle over. She had been acting selflessly, but needed to be a bit more cautious in the future, or she'd end up dead.

Doctor Rhaym opened up his valise and felt around inside it amidst the rattling of glass bottles in racks.
He pulled out two test tubes filled with a warm golden yellow and faintly glowing fluid. He hands one each to Celest and Lilly.
"Here you go. Be sure to take the whole dose, and keep the glassware wherever you can. I can refill them given time." He said pompously.

They taste of sunlight and butterflies, and are potions of Cure Light Wounds, healing 1d8+1.

Lilly takes the proffered potion, sniffing at it for a moment before downing it in one gulp. She sighs in contentment, feeling her multiple wounds start to close up. She stows the glass vial in her pack, cushioning it as best she can. Once everyone is settled in, she motions for Flynn to lead the way.

CLW Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Ummmm, yeah I'm in one piece actually."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"So I was going to show you that over here, someone,---before my arrival, burned away some mold. Looks like harmless mold to me, but whatever."

The way upstream, NorthEast is open, but you can also proceed directly East down a passageway full of stalagmites if you can climb the ten foot high cliff.
It is some kind of sandstone and crumbly (Climb DC20) but ladders, grappling hooks and rope can help with that.

"So I was going to show you that over here, someone,---before my arrival, burned away some mold. Looks like harmless mold to me, but whatever."

It is just like the flop house."

"Anyone see some tracks? Which way should we go?" Elise studies the burnt mold to see if that offers any clue.

Lilly looks doubtfully at the short cliff, shaking her head. "Let's continue to the northeast. If that doesn't pan out, we can always return her and climb up."

"These glands here can be removed and don't set gasses or other stuff on fire. Doc can you snag a few for us?"

"And Celest I have a hard time believing you would be living in a flophouse. Far to beautiful."

Celest downs the potion in one go.

Cure light wounds potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Hmm. Tastes like butterflies and sunshine." She says to no-one in particular. "The problem with butterflies is you end up spending hours picking their little legs out from between your teeth."

Flynn leans close to Lily, "Is this one crazy?"

"Tracks? tracks.---Oh yes---Tracks!"

"Ummmmmmmm"

Flynn cranes his neck around a bit.

Tracking: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Flynn moves about quickly before hooking a finger in his belt loop and turning back to the party.

"Oh yes, but of course. I was, um, going to direct your attention over here where we have some obvious tracks right . . . Ha! . . . Yeap, right over here people. There they are! boot prints and they go . . . That way. Uh, should we follow?"

Flynn winks at Elise.

"Pretty good Huh?"

Flynn leans close to Lily, "Is this one crazy?"

Perception (overhear whispers): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Rhaym took one look at Flynn's find and shook his head.
"I cannot climb that cliff! I agree with Lilly. Let us proceed North East along the stream."

"You forgot to add one who sleeps in flop houses and gets butterfly legs stuck in her teeth. . . Eating butterflies---who does that?!"

"Well, that's why I didn't mention the tracks because---well, how many parties have not come back already? Two? Three? Lead on Lilly. I'm right behind you---checkin for traps and stuff."

Lilly gives Flynn a look as he leans in close...the look doesn't appear to invite him any closer. She smirks as Celest apparently overheard the comment, nodding at the Doc's agreement with her logic. "Very well, gallant one. I will lead." She chuckles, waving Thomas over and proceeding to lead with the warrior down the northeast corridor.

Your expedition gathers itself together and heads out upstream.

Wading through echoing chambers shin deep, you again feel that strange migraine headache that has plagued you all off and on for the last week or so. After a few minutes it seems to fade again.

Moving on, you find a shallow creek runs through the middle of this cavern, while to the south a stony bank rises up from the water.
Thick carpets of green and gray mold and fungus grow on the bank, particularly around a trio of three-foot-high, foul-smelling mounds.

TACTICAL OVERVIEW

Elise sloshes uncomfortably through the creek, pinching her nose from the foul stench. "Ugh, let's stay far away from that mold!" She edges toward the opposite wall.

"This is what we get for not bringing an elf or willing type along with us to identify all this flora and fauna stuff. It would be pretty amazballs if we could get further in than the foyer. Okay let me take a look here. . . "

Dungeoneering: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Know nature: 1d20 ⇒ 5
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Yeap. That's mold alright. Thanks doc for getting those glow glands, that was sarcasm by the way. I am guessing this stuff is flammable, because it was burned back behind us. We gonna set this stuff on fire? It might use up our air."

"Or Celest, is this part of your lean and green diet? Freegianism is really all the rage in Absalom right now."

Lilly looks with concern and disgust at the covered mounds in the room, her imagination running wild with what might be underneath the mold.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

She nods to Elise's wise words, clinging to the northern wall. She turns to Flynn, "I'm beginning to see the wisdom of them sending you in ahead and not introducing you to us beforehand."

"Hey look lady. I was hired as the box and locks guy. Not some forest dweller scout smokin herbs and waving sage grass and grigri sticks at everything with some hawk companion leaving poopstains on my shoulder while I talk to the spirits of my tribal ancestors."

As you start to pass by, you see up close that the mounds are actually small halfling sized humanoids, now covered by mold and fungus.

Heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Peering at the remains, Rhaym grunted.
"Hm. The flesh has not decomposed yet, this has to be fairly recent. Within the last couple of weeks or so."