DM-Camris' WRATH of the RIGHTEOUS Part 1: The Worldwound Gambit (table 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Camris

Karthak reaches near Tess and channels the power of Torag in order to heal her wounds.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Jokum sighs in relief as the second monster dies, then sheathes his sword and scoops up Tess's still-unconscious body, gently carrying her back into the light in the direction they came from.

"Brother Karthak, Ce-Eshna looks like she's breathing easily, but she needs your help too, if you can give it. Pollux, Xaivan--follow the sound of my voice, or follow the cave wall toward the direction we came from, and you'll get out of this darkness. It should melt in a few minutes."

Gently setting Tess down, Jokum squats next to her and lights a torch from his pack, illuminating all but the magically-created darkness. "There is some good news: those monsters, darkmantles as they're called, like to prey in tunnels closer to the surface world than the deeps. Those tend to have the most prey moving through them. So...we may be getting closer to our goal."

He frowns. "But I'm not sure how much we can push on right now...several of us have been seriously wounded. I don't want to risk any deaths."

Updated HP, thanks for the heals and stuff!

Xaivan feels his way around the walls until he finally reaches the light once more. I don't care what they are or where they tend to live. We do not belong down here. We need to get out of here as fast as we can. Xaivan looks at the party's injuries. I don't see how we can move with everyone being so hurt but if we linger we'll die to the next thing that comes along.

The halfling starts pacing nervously. I vote we keep moving. Its harder to hit a moving target, so to speak. And the sooner we get out of here the sooner we can help those of us that need it.

Consciousness Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Tess remains unconscious. Forgot I could do this earlier. Let me know when an hour's up.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21

"T'is but a dark spell. Pollux says, kneeling down with his hand outstretched until it finds Ce-Eshna's forehead. He gently moves his fingers down her face until he finds her nose, checking to see if she's breathing.

"Fortunately, it will retreat in a moment, as Jokum said." he pulls his hand back and comes to a rest. "So long as you have defeated everything within this room, I believe we are safe for now. Scout ahead, Jokum. I am more concerned about what is out there than what is here in the dark. But don't stray too far."

Karthak nods:"Yes, Ce-Eshna will get my help, next"[b] as he approaches his fallen camerade the dwarf adds:[b]"Darkmantles they were, aye, but we dealt with them most swiftly and they should not trouble us anymore"

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

This was my last 1st lvl spell untill I can rest

Shaking her head Ce-Eshna comes up with a start, drawing her blade and casting around for an enemy. Her lips pursed in a thin grim line of suppressed rage. "Where is it, What happened, Who, why?" The effects of the magic not quite enough to fully heal her she falters and staggers a bit, seeing the corpses she sighs, "I'm sorry I failed you this time. I will do better." She moves over the the mantle next to her and begins trying to skin it. Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Pollux chuckles into the dark. "Ce-Eshna, you've been brilliant. A windswept angel, you owe not me-- nor us-- an apology."

Jokum purses his lips, glancing down at the unconscious girl beside him. "Very well--I will search ahead. I'll see if there's anywhere we might rest. If not, we should not rule out going back to the temple...it's an easily defended spot, if nothing else."

As he passes Xaivan, he murmurs, "Keep an eye on the child," and proceeds through the darkness. To Ce-Eshna he adds, "You have no shame to bear--those monsters surprised all of us. You just happened to be closest."

Jokum's going to proceed very cautiously, taking 10 on Perception checks every 10-15 feet if he can. He'll turn around if he finds another large cavern or a fork in the tunnels. If he needs rolls, I'm making Perception and Survival below.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Karthak follows Jokum, grim determination painted on his face.

Jokum the tunnel leads almost immediately to another larger cavern.
Map updated.

A small campfire and a well-used bedroll, along with a few utensils and tools, sits near another cave opening in the far wall of this cavern.
A dwarf sits be the fire, his knees pulled to his chest slowly rocking back and forth mumbling something to himself.

Jokum pulls up short when he sees the dwarf in the cavern ahead, throwing out an arm to catch Karthak before his companion can head into the chamber. Trying to stay in the shadows, the big man carefully takes in the room searching for something--anything--that might be more of a threat than the dwarf.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

GM: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
The dwarfs head shoots up at once and he stares blanky at the intruders. "I knew you would come... It was just a matter of time. I wont go back... Never going back..." He gives a slightly deranged laugh at the rough sound of his own voice.

Xaivan looks at the others. Do you think he came from that temple back there?

Karthak spares a piercing stare for the dwarf, as if trying to pry his skull open:"Friend or foe? he shouts simply

Jokum glances at the dwarf, irate that their cover has been blown (even though his clumsy attempt at staying quiet probably didn't help). "This dwarf is clearly deranged," he murmurs. "We should go get the others, and then see if we can learn anything about him."

The dwarf flinches as Karthak yells. His eyes seem to stare past you as if lost in thought as he stumbles to his feet. He shrieks like a man possessed shouting "No I wont go! You cant take your blasted crusade with you to your graves!"
GM: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10
GM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
GM: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Initiatives

Jokum: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Karthak: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Millorn: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

His voice suddenly shifts an octave as he rhythmicly chants unnatural words. DC 17 Spellcraft to identify His form blurs, out the outline of his figure begins to shift, and waver in the firelight.

Jokum and Karthak go!

Untrained spellcraft to identify, if this effect comes from an evil outsider: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Jokum snarls a curse as the dwarf begins to chant.

"We've got trouble!" he bellows over his shoulder, in the direction of the rest of the party, as he lunges toward the dwarf, attempting to restrain him.

CMB to grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 (Add +2 if for some reason he counts as a demon.)

Xavian will rush toward the voice of his party member. Trouble, huh? What else would we have?

Ce-Eshna looks up from her skinning job and shakes her head. She jumps up
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 and runs for the sound of the call, blade still in hand.

Spellcraft check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Interpreting the dwarf reaction as hostile, and not wanting to take any risks more than necessary, Karthak brings his axe to his head:

Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage roll: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Using axe and shield

edit:

Confirm critical: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage roll: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Round 1
Millorn:
Cast Blur

Jokum:
Lunges forward reaching for the Mad Dwarf a small dagger flashes as Millorn slashes at his hands. AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 He misses badly.
Jokum grasps the struggling dwarf tightly in his hands.%: 1d100 ⇒ 87 Grappled

Karthak:
Cuts down hard with his ax, %: 1d100 ⇒ 59 leaving a bleeding gash.
7 Damage

Ce-Eshna: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Pollux: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Tesseract: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Xaivan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Round 2 Go!

"Are you daft, Karthak?!" Jokum yells as he wrestles with the other dwarf. "He's clearly mad--show some damned mercy! Do prdele!" he curses in Hallit.

CMB to maintain the grapple and pin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Add +5 if he doesn't break the grapple on his turn! Otherwise I'll just try to re-grab/get back in control...and probably fail.

"Upon the plains of rust and tears the damned raise a chorus of wails, their heads lifted to heavens that no longer care; they make good on their contracts!" Pollux cries ignoring the sickness that plagues him. Burning stars in his eyes he rushes forward, tripping slightly over Ce-Eshna's project. "Protect Tesseract." he orders the NPCs those left behind, "The child sorceress has proven herself worthy of it this day!"

standard action to cast divine favor on self, move action to head toward the other room

I had indicated that I would move up to the room after hearing we had trouble but I see nothing on the current map. I assume I'm now in the room?

Xaivan sees the wrestling match that has suddenly broken out. He yells out to Jokum, What do I do? What do I do? The halfling has his bow out and draws a blunt arrow and aims at the mad dwarf, intent on helping to subdue the dwarf.

Bow: 1d20 + 6 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 4 - 4 = 14 for Non-Lethal: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Ooh! A creature with an Int score! I can hex that! Oh wait....

Tess lays motionless while Sorua whines, curled on her stomach.

Dashing into the room Ce-Eshna stops her blade at the ready, unsure asto whats going on.

"Mad...dwarf!" Jokum yells over the din of the struggle. "Help me..get him...down! Oof!"

Kartak roars while trying to swing at the mad dwarf again:"I'll help you put him DOWN! He's clearly deranged and an enemy of the crusade! Now let me deal with the foul betrayer myself!"

Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage roll: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Round 2
As the others dash into the room at the sounds of conflict. Millorn lets out another cry "Fool! I'll die before going back!"
Take Concentration DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Suddenly the room fills with a dazzling array of colors.
Jokum
Will DC 13: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Karthak
Will DC 13: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Jokum and Karthak go limp falling to the ground. He lets out a triumphant laugh as he lightly steps back from the bodies.

unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.

Xaivan fires his arrow at the dwarf and strikes the raving lunatic on his brow, eliciting dwarven curses and raising a lump on his hard head.
Damage 4 NL

Pollux stops shot taking in the scene and Ce-Eshna stops by his side.

Xavian will move to the east (20') and will fire again, this time for real.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 for Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

EDIT : +1 to hit and damage now for Pollux and his buff, his init is higher than mine.

"Pray your next arrow aims true for his heart." Pollux says to Xaivan, moving uneasily into position 15' away from the dwarf. He looks at Millorn, clearly disgusted.

"You stand here sick, dwarf. For you, a swift death will be its own reward." he then gives a rousing speech that I can't elaborate on because I'm at work right now.

Move to one above and to the left of Jokum, activating inspire courage. Actually, since he goes before me just throw me somewhere reasonable that's '15 feet away from him and activate inspire.


If he attacks and Pollux survives, have Pollux acrobatics to 15' away from him and activate inspire.


If Millorn attacks Pollux, don't forget his + 1 to attack and damage rolls from divine favor and + 1 to attack from Bless in addition to the bonuses from inspire courage after the AoO goes off... Come at me bro.

Ce-Eshna throws herself at the man who dropped her new friends, gritting her teeth angrily, afraid she would fail them again.
Her blade slicing at him.
Charge: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 2

As the others dash into the room at the sounds of conflict. Millorn lets out another cry "Fool! I'll die before going back!"
[dice=Take Concentration DC 15]1d20+5 Suddenly the room fills with a dazzling array of colors.
Jokum
[dice=Will DC 13]1d20+1
Karthak
[dice=Will DC 13]1d20+6
Jokum and Karthak go limp falling to the ground. He lets out a triumphant laugh as he lightly steps back from the bodies.

unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.

Xaivan fires his arrow at the dwarf and strikes the raving lunatic on his brow, eliciting dwarven curses and raising a lump on his hard head.
Damage 4 NL

Pollux stops shot taking in the scene and Ce-Eshna stops by his side.

Karthak's saves against spells, spell like abilities and poisons get an extra +3 (+9 for will saves). So unless I'm mistaken he passess his save roll.

Correct you are still up sorry, juggling lots of number with three groups. I'll assume you followed him and cut him then.

Jokum mumbles in his sleep as he lies sprawled on the ground.

Not quite sure where we are in the combat order. :P

Millorn:
The ragged dwarf steps back again, getting closer to a smaller tunnel leading out of the chamber, he pulls a vial from his robe and raises his hand again, his voice is dark and nearly trance like as he casts another spell. Two missile of magical energy darts forth from his fingertip and strikes Xaivan in the chest.
Magic Missile Force damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10
10 Damage

Pollux:
Pollux moves and inspires his allies.

Xaivan: Unconscious and Bleeding
Stabilization DC 10: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 1 - 2 = 2

Jokum: Unconscious

Karthak:
Follows up and keeps up the pressure with his ax, narrowly missing the insane wizard. Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Ce-Eshna:
Ce-Eshna Charges past Jokum’s unconscious form, slicing into the meat of the dwarf’s arm.

Tesseract: Unconscious

Unless he does something seriously wonky Ce-eshna acts as follows on her turn

Angrily hissing at her foolish comrades for pushing on in a weakened state and without the rest of the party, "So help me you fools are going to be the death of all of us." She gathers her winds to herself tightly and tries to knock the feral dwarf down. Ranged Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 14

I want to see an updated map before I take my actions this round. Also Ce-Eshna, you're forgetting another + 1 from inspire

Where did you think the +1 came from :P Sadly being ranged doesnt change the CMB to dex so it still uses my pathetic strength, hopfully it still knocks him down XD

Then you're forgetting the +1 from bless! Remember, we have it all day today.

Woops that one i did forget XD

Updated map

Perception for a trap: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8

Pollux looks suspiciously toward the dwarf as he backed away, the spider's venom reminding him of the last time he rushed in. He sees no trap in the dim light, moves 15' to the right and plunges his spear into the dwarf's hide.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 12
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 66

Perception check: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8 +2 if the trap is made of stone

After checking for possible traps the inquisitor follows up again with his relentless attack:

Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 14
Damage roll: 1d10 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 14

Still at OwlCon but checking in. Looks like the halfling took a couple MMs to the chest so it doesn't matter much. This dwarf is rough.

Seeing him self clearly out numbered and feeling the sting of their blows Millorn leaps backwards from the fray. AoO Ce-Eshna: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 missing him. Karthak however manages to land his blow. Dropping the dwarf to the ground, bleeding. Pollux and Karthak see nothing suspicious as the move in around his unconscious form.

Stabilization DC 10: 1d20 - 1 - 3 ⇒ (18) - 1 - 3 = 14 Xaivan is now Stable

Stabilization DC 10: 1d20 + 3 - 6 ⇒ (19) + 3 - 6 = 16 Millorn is also Stable

Jokum you'll come around in about 50 seconds. Tess you can go ahead and wake up too, that'll be the last combat for at least an hour in game.

Treasure
On the dwarf and among his campsite you find: Two potions and two scrolls.

Potions

Other Gear dagger, light crossbow ,10 bolts, cloak of resistance +1 of a ratty bedroll, a small pack filled with dried meat, preserved fruit, and some moldy cheese (6 days of rations), and a chipped 6-inch-tall marble statuette of a humanoid throwing a spear. The statuette is worth 75gp.

Millorn's spellbook is a ratty old and stained thing, singed on one corner and many of the pages near the end contain nothing but inkblots and smudges, however within the other pages you find the following spells:
acid splash, blur, color spray, detect magic, detect secret doors, fog cloud, ghost sound, grease, invisibility, levitate, mage armor, magic missile, read magic, resist energy, shocking grasp, and silent image.
This book is worth 160gp.

Coins 8pp, 7gp

Pollux's breath steadies as the mad dwarf falls. He puts his spear away and then walks over to Xaivan, feeling his pulse. "He is stable." he says.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

He looks over to Jokum, who is unconscious but stirring. "He too will be fine..." then to Karthak, this time clear irritation playing across his face. "I suppose you were scouting as well?"