DM Jelani's Carrion Crown

Game Master Brian Minhinnick

oh. 100 feet. Somehow I thought it was 300. Ashan will move adjacent to Janos' space and stay there until getting a better assessment of what is going on and how the werewolves are reacting.

Drosil will be moving to the wall, as B'yelka stated.

OKay, Round 2: Anton hits once. The rest of the people run to the building.

Begin Round 3

Anton is still 100' feet back, at the treeline.

The silverhides continue to fire on Dantrian, this time taking their aim.
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Attacks on Feral: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 91d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 121d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Miss. Miss. Hit. Miss.
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 4 = 14

You are up. I'm going to remove the roof from the map, so you will see the inside of the building potentially. The archers are still up above on the roof, despite appearances. If you go inside you won't be able to see them.

They've got a 50% miss chance while I have displacement up. It's a lot to keep in mind, I know =(

Miss Chance (1-50=hit): 1d100 ⇒ 25

Also, the map is completely black. (not revealed perhaps?)

The one arrow does hit (lucky!); 5 hp is converted to non-lethal, 1 soaked into my temp hp, the remaining 8 gets through as lethal; spontaneous healing then heals 5 lethal and 5 non-lethal simultaneously.

Feral storms into the shrine, his voice a thundering roar down its halls. "MATHUS! Why do your mewling pups fire upon one of your own?!"

Actions to come once I get a lay of the shrine when the map is fixed.

Sorry, forgot to give control of the Feral token to you. Should be visible now.

Seeing the others mostly reach the temple, Anton puts his head down and charges headlong across the open field, feeling dangerously exposed as he does so.

Janos watches as Anton begins running to the temple. He steps out and yells at the archers to get their attention. "Here, you furballs!" He launches a silver arrow at the nearest archer.

Delay until Anton is moving. Move out just enough to get a shot. Hopefully Janos has some cover.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

If he doesn't have to move more than 5 feet...
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

double moved into the shrine and dropped some lines showing the movement; howling and shouting for Mathus the whole way

Anton eyes flick between the archers on the rooftop and his friends gathered at the base of the temple but he ploughs on, running as fast as he is able to join them.

Round 3

The silverhides continue to fire on Dantrian, this time taking their aim.

Feral storms into the shrine, his voice a thundering roar down its halls. "MATHUS! Why do your mewling pups fire upon one of your own?!"

Seeing the others mostly reach the temple, Anton puts his head down and charges headlong across the open field, feeling dangerously exposed as he does so.

Janos watches as Anton begins running to the temple. He steps out and yells at the archers to get their attention. "Here, you furballs!" He launches a silver arrow at the nearest archer. His arrow shatters against one of the columns that the archers crouch behind.

Anton eyes flick between the archers on the rooftop and his friends gathered at the base of the temple but he ploughs on, running as fast as he is able to join them.

B'yelka? Ashan? Drosil? Map is updated, need your actions.

I am not going to be the first to step into the obvious ambush...

Standing, catching her breath in the shadow of the ancient temple B'yelka mutters another incantation. Suddenly all of her and her allies movements are accelerated.

Cast Haste, and wait... Still active: Good Hope, Haste and round 2/2 Lingering Performance. (+4 to hit, +4 to Damage, +2 to Saves, Skills; +1 REF Saves, +1 AC; One extra Attack w/ Full Attack)

Drosil, hoping that the werewolves on the roof are not likely to leap down to follow them, makes his way into the temple.

Move action: As indicated on map (60' move, with haste)

Ready action to attack if a target presents itself.

Stats: As header except as follows.
AC: 26 (+6 armor, +5 natural, +4 Dex, +1 dodge)

Ashan steps away from the tower wall, looking up towards where the arrows are being fired from. Raising both hands into the air, Ashan calls out in a booming voice far removed from the hushed, sibilant verses he normally speaks in. "Vhen'alas isala tel'ar!" Wind whips around the mask elf's form and threads of golden light surge and swirl up from the ground, passing through the walls of the Stairs, joining with other whispering, babbling threads that twist around Ashan's outstretched hands. With one forceful thrust, Ashan throws his hands forward and the threads dislodge, weaving together to form a circulatory system forged from radiant threads of ectoplasm encased in radiant armor. In that brilliant surge of light and cacophonous whispers of the dead, a phantasmal elven soldier in plate armor with a wickedly curved sword is called into being high above, behind one of the werewolves on the Stairs.

The phantasmal elven soldier's eyes surge with a brife throb of light, distorted faces of elven figures briefly blossoming into being around its form. "Elgar sa vir mana, dirth'ena enasalin! Ma garas mir renan!" Ashan's command is firm, directing the soldier intoto battle. In a single, fluid motion the spirit slashes downward and cleaves into the lycanthrope warrior.

"Ara ma'athlan vhenas!"

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Move Action: Move 15 feet to gain line of sight to the werewolf archer marked with the blue pip on the map.
Standard Action: Cast spiritual ally, targeted in the square directly behind the werewolf archer. The spiritual ally attacks on the round it is summoned and deals damage as a spell (bypassing DR, but potentially being stopped by SR, if any.

Spiritual Ally, Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
>> Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Round 3

The silverhides continue to fire on Dantrian, this time taking their aim.

Feral storms into the shrine, his voice a thundering roar down its halls. "MATHUS! Why do your mewling pups fire upon one of your own?!"

Seeing the others mostly reach the temple, Anton puts his head down and charges headlong across the open field, feeling dangerously exposed as he does so.

Janos watches as Anton begins running to the temple. He steps out and yells at the archers to get their attention. "Here, you furballs!" He launches a silver arrow at the nearest archer. His arrow shatters against one of the columns that the archers crouch behind.

Anton eyes flick between the archers on the rooftop and his friends gathered at the base of the temple but he ploughs on, running as fast as he is able to join them.

Standing, catching her breath in the shadow of the ancient temple B'yelka mutters another incantation. Suddenly all of her and her allies movements are accelerated.

Drosil, hoping that the werewolves on the roof are not likely to leap down to follow them, makes his way into the temple.

Ashan steps away from the tower wall, looking up towards where the arrows are being fired from. Raising both hands into the air, Ashan calls out in a booming voice far removed from the hushed, sibilant verses he normally speaks in. "Vhen'alas isala tel'ar!" Wind whips around the mask elf's form and threads of golden light surge and swirl up from the ground, passing through the walls of the Stairs, joining with other whispering, babbling threads that twist around Ashan's outstretched hands. With one forceful thrust, Ashan throws his hands forward and the threads dislodge, weaving together to form a circulatory system forged from radiant threads of ectoplasm encased in radiant armor. In that brilliant surge of light and cacophonous whispers of the dead, a phantasmal elven soldier in plate armor with a wickedly curved sword is called into being high above, behind one of the werewolves on the Stairs.

The phantasmal elven soldier's eyes surge with a brife throb of light, distorted faces of elven figures briefly blossoming into being around its form. "Elgar sa vir mana, dirth'ena enasalin! Ma garas mir renan!" Ashan's command is firm, directing the soldier intoto battle. In a single, fluid motion the spirit slashes downward at the lycanthrope warrior. The nimble wolf leaps out of the way.

"Ara ma'athlan vhenas!"

A familiar glowing form rises from the floor at Dantrian's feet - the Vilkacis! The savage lycanthropic spirit tries to slash the alchemist with its claws. Both its paws pass through Feral, leaving trails of torn and frozen flesh.

End of Round 3
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Begin Round 4

The wolf archers retreat from the rim of the roof, out of sight. From his more distant vantage Anton sees them dashing across the roof before the angles block off his view as well.
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Touch attacks: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 251d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 351d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18 Hit, Crit, Confirmed
Damage (Untyped/Cold): 3d8 ⇒ (3, 1, 5) = 96d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 5, 5, 4, 3) = 26
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 191d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

You are up!

"Oh no you don't!" B'yelka chides the Vilkacis. She chants a slow dolorous dirge, hoping to bind the spirit more firmly in this world. Once the spell is cast she turns her voice up into a building aria, rallying her allies.

Cast Ghost Bane Dirge; DC17 Will or become semi-physical, and fully vulnerable to magic, 50% vulnerable to non-magic damage. Move action to begin Inspire Courage

Round 2 of Haste ;)

Again, 50% miss chance
Miss Chance (1-50 = hit): 1d100 ⇒ 96
Miss Chance (1-50 = hit): 1d100 ⇒ 9

So the regular hit misses, and unless I miss my guess, I can just subtract the first d8 and the first two d6's from the damage
9-3=6
26-9=17

5 damage is converted to non-lethal, remaining 18 get through
Spontaneous healing heals 5 lethal and non-lethal simultaneously

"Drosil! The Vilkacis has appeared! Come, bring that shining blade of yours over here and teach it it's final lesson!" Feral seems amused by the spirit's appearance and after calling for Drosil the hulking form of Feral grins at the tortured wraith. Once his fetchling ally arrives, Feral explodes into a blur of savagery. His heavy mace swings around in wide, whooshing arcs and his jaws snap forward suddenly in the midst of the flurry. Though he knows his mace will not hurt the undead thing overmuch, the beast that once was Dantrian throws his head back and laughs regardless.

+1 Heavy Mace (first): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 6, 5) = 20

+1 Heavy Mace (iterative): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 3, 6) = 15

Bite: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
for: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17 and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 6, 5) = 14

+1 Heavy Mace (haste): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2) = 9

delay for Drosil
Full Attack

Hearing Feral's shouts from inside diverts Janos' attention from the retreating werewolves. He moves inside to see Dantrian's alter-ego facing off against the spirit creature. The Ranger drops his bow and draws his longsword, moving to engage it. He slashes at the spirit with a heavy stroke. "For Ascanor Lodge!"

Attack (PA, FF, GH, IC, Haste): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 35
Damage (PA, GH, IC): 1d8 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 24

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 19
Blur is active. 20% miss chance

Anton rushes forward once more, finally reaching the walls of the temple and ducking inside only to find his companions already in a pitched battle with the wolf-spirit they encountered earlier.

He draws on his inner reserves and calls for Desna’s aid, muttering a short prayer as his eyes blaze with a bright light that transposes itself over his bow.

Using Divine Bond to enhance my bow with the Holy property

Drosil moves to intercept the spirit, thrusting with his rapier as he arrives to flank with Dantrian. No, this is Feral, Dros; they are not the same... As he strikes with his mithral rapier, he screams, "You'll take no others this day, or any day forward! Your time has come!"

Move action: As indicated on map
Standard action: Attack Vilkacis
Attack (+1 Mithral Rapier, Flanking, Power Attack): 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 11 + 2 - 3 = 23
Damage (+1 Mithral Rapier, Power Attack, Precise Strike): 1d6 + 8 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 6 + 8 = 23
Swift action: Menacing swordplay
Intimidate: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Dros, don't forget all of B'yelka's juicy bonuses. She should be giving you +5 to hit and +4 to damage.

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Ah, yeah - thanks for the reminder. That looks much better...

Need Ashy. I call him that because he's constanly turning into fire and smoke and floating around everywhere.

Do you want to bot Ashan, Jelani? To keep things moving I mean.

Can someone else take an action for Ashan please? I hate DMPCing.

I think just keep it simple with a searing light on the Vilkacis?

Searing Light: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 I think..?
Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 4) = 26

Sorry, was sick yesterday. Just really busy week, needed some time away from PBP.

Round 4

The wolf archers retreat from the rim of the roof, out of sight. From his more distant vantage Anton sees them dashing across the roof before the angles block off his view as well.

"Oh no you don't!" B'yelka chides the Vilkacis. She chants a slow dolorous dirge, hoping to bind the spirit more firmly in this world. Once the spell is cast she turns her voice up into a building aria, rallying her allies. The spirit resists her magic.

"Drosil! The Vilkacis has appeared! Come, bring that shining blade of yours over here and teach it it's final lesson!" Feral seems amused by the spirit's appearance and after calling for Drosil the hulking form of Feral grins at the tortured wraith.

Hearing Feral's shouts from inside diverts Janos' attention from the retreating werewolves. He moves inside to see Dantrian's alter-ego facing off against the spirit creature. The Ranger drops his bow and draws his longsword, moving to engage it. He slashes at the spirit with a heavy stroke. "For Ascanor Lodge!"

Once his fetchling ally arrives, Feral explodes into a blur of savagery. His heavy mace swings around in wide, whooshing arcs and his jaws snap forward suddenly in the midst of the flurry. Though he knows his mace will not hurt the undead thing overmuch, the beast that once was Dantrian throws his head back and laughs regardless.

Anton rushes forward once more, finally reaching the walls of the temple and ducking inside only to find his companions already in a pitched battle with the wolf-spirit they encountered earlier.

He draws on his inner reserves and calls for Desna’s aid, muttering a short prayer as his eyes blaze with a bright light that transposes itself over his bow.

Drosil moves to intercept the spirit, thrusting with his rapier as he arrives to flank with Dantrian. No, this is Feral, Dros; they are not the same... As he strikes with his mithral rapier, he screams, "You'll take no others this day, or any day forward! Your time has come!"

Once his fetchling ally arrives, Feral explodes into a blur of savagery. His heavy mace swings around in wide, whooshing arcs and his jaws snap forward suddenly in the midst of the flurry. Though he knows his mace will not hurt the undead thing overmuch, the beast that once was Dantrian throws his head back and laughs regardless.

Ashan moves into the doorway, again chanting an ancient elven spell. He raises one hand and spirits of light swirl around it before lancing towards the wolf-ghost in the form of a golden spear of light. The spell burns away a large portion of the spirit.

The spirit whirls on Janos, slashing him with its ghostly claws.

Round 5
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V will save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Touch Attacks on Janos: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 331d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Miss chances (0-20 hit): 1d100 ⇒ 191d100 ⇒ 89
Damage (untyped/cold): 1d8 ⇒ 82d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6
???: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

You guys are up.

Well, that didn't work! The Diva strides into the room, as if taking center stage. Her voice still carrying her song,
"Ας ζωή σας είναι ένα όνειρο
Ακεραιότητα, τιμιότητα
Είναι πολύ αργά για μένα
Μην κοιτάς πίσω
«Μέχρι είστε ελεύθεροι να κυνηγήσει το πρωί"

Move into the temple, continue singing. Don't forget the Blurs, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, and Haste +5 to hit, +4 to damage, +2 to Saves, Skills

With the aid of B'yelka's magical haste, Drosil thrusts at the spirit three times with his magical rapier.

Full-round action: Attack Vilkacis
Attack (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Haste, Flanking, Power Attack): 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 = 18
Damage (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Power Attack, Precise Strike): 1d6 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 = 28

Attack (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Haste, Flanking, Power Attack): 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 = 17
Damage (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Power Attack, Precise Strike): 1d6 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 = 27

Attack (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Haste, Flanking, Power Attack): 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 3 = 14
Damage (+1 Mithral Rapier, Good Hope, Inspire Courage, Power Attack, Precise Strike): 1d6 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 6 + 8 = 31

Wow, what horrible rolls...

Attack 1: 1d20 + 17 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 17 - 3 = 32
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 and Holy damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Anton dashes across the stone floor of the temple, hoping to get a clear shot at the thing. Once he sees his opportunity he takes it, sending a single gleaming arrow through the thing's centre.

Janos slashes at the spirit, hoping his the magic sword will end the Vilkacis. He lays into it with the help of B'yelka's magics.

Attack (PA, FF, Bard, GH, Haste): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 21
Damage (PA, Bard, GH): 1d8 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 23

Attack (PA, FF, Bard, GH, Haste): 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 18
Damage (PA, Bard, GH): 1d8 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 24

Attack (PA, FF, Bard, GH, Haste): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 29
Damage (PA, Bard, GH): 1d8 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 21

Ferals howls with delight as he brings his heavy mace crashing down in another series of arcs, his eyes bright with excitement and hunger.

+1 Heavy Mace (1st): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 6) = 9

+1 Heavy Mace (2nd): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 5, 5) = 15

Bite: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
for: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 6, 6) = 20

+1 Heavy Mace (haste): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
for: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19and sneak attack: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 1) = 10

Spontaneous healing heals 5 lethal and nonlethal simultaneously again.

Are we waiting on Ashan?

Ashan
Ashan sends a trio of gleaming arrows streaking from his bow toward the twisted spirit!

Ancestral Bow (1st): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
for: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Ancestral Bow (2nd): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
for: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Ancestral Bow (haste): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
for: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

(Haste +1, Inspire Courage +2/+2, Good Hope +2/+2, Deadly Aim -2/+4)

Round 5

Well, that didn't work! The Diva strides into the room, as if taking center stage. Her voice still carrying her song,
"Ας ζωή σας είναι ένα όνειρο
Ακεραιότητα, τιμιότητα
Είναι πολύ αργά για μένα
Μην κοιτάς πίσω
«Μέχρι είστε ελεύθεροι να κυνηγήσει το πρωί"

With the aid of B'yelka's magical haste, Drosil thrusts at the spirit three times with his magical rapier. He leaves three chips in the marble floor around the spirit's half-emerged form.

Anton dashes across the stone floor of the temple, hoping to get a clear shot at the thing. Once he sees his opportunity he takes it, sending a single gleaming arrow through the thing's centre. Ha, didn't know Anton was English. Would you like some grey armour in a lorry, govna? Or perhaps a sabre? :P

Janos slashes at the spirit, hoping his the magic sword will end the Vilkacis. He lays into it with the help of B'yelka's magics.

Ferals howls with delight as he brings his heavy mace crashing down in another series of arcs, his eyes bright with excitement and hunger.

Ashan sends a trio of gleaming arrows streaking from his bow toward the twisted spirit! His arrows cause the tattered remains of the spirit to dissipate.

End Combat....for now. Please don't post more than three round's worth of actions for the next little segment of action.

Ha, didn't know Anton was English. Would you like some grey armour in a lorry, govna? Or perhaps a sabre? :P

Welsh Jelani, not English. It doesn't really bother me because in my experience very few people outside of Europe seem to know where Wales is, but to some of my countrymen it's like mistaking a Canadian for an American! (or vice versa)

Well, I know where Wales is. It's on the west side of the UK, across from Ireland. Your flag is white and green and it has a red dragon on it. Some of my ancestors are Welsh too! :P

But being an American imperialist requires me to mock the Queen's English, whether you learned in a Welsh school or in London. (Just in case anyone can't tell, this is definitely sarcasm).

English wars aside, what are you guys doing?

Well, I know where Wales is. It's on the west side of the UK, across from Ireland. Your flag is white and green and it has a red dragon on it. Some of my ancestors are Welsh too! :P

But being an American imperialist requires me to mock the Queen's English, whether you learned in a Welsh school or in London. (Just in case anyone can't tell, this is definitely sarcasm).

So by the Queen's English I assume you mean correct English? :p I am not a Royalist by any stretch by the way. But since my degree and masters was in English and History I do get way too hung up on pronunciation and punctuation. My particular pet hates, as they relate to pbp, are Rouge instead of Rogue and when people confuse breathe and breath. Oh and misuse of the apostrophe. Don't get me started....

I just mean spellings. I believe in correct grammar as well.

I would n'v'r misuse an apostrophe! I hate when people say 'prolly'

Janos' eyes dart around looking for any further sign of the Vilkacis, but he doesn't see any. The Ranger relaxes a bit, though he tenses again when he catches sight of Feral. "So if Dantrain is still in there," He taps his own head to indicate Feral's. "what advice would the man have for us now? I'm guessing we need to find Mathus." Janos retrieves his bow where he had dropped it.

Janos casts a spell and his skin turns tough and craggy. He moves down the stairs. "There's a corridor with some rooms."

Cast Barkskin. +2AC

Active Effects
Barkskin (+2AC), Blur (20% miss chance), Good Hope (+2 to attacks, damage, saves, skills), Longstrider (+10 ft move)
I assume haste expires

I have been given a blessing by Desna, it won't last forever though. Lead on Janos, I'll back you up.

Haste is still good 'til (round 10) as I cast it back in round 3 ;) Combat ended round 5, and we are doing three rounds of actions, so... we will be hasted for a moment yet :)

B'yelka's voice echoes into the faded glory of the ancient temple and eventually becomes silent. She follows Janos up the stairs, keeping a bit of distance between her and the ranger. What did this place look like when it was in it's full glory?

Stay about 10' back of Janos, my movement is marked in the Roll20 :)

Feral shoots Janos a hungry grin, "He'd suggest an organized approach to searching this shrine for Mathus, yes. But where's the thrill in that?!" With a deep, gravelly laugh, Feral then bounds off deeper into the shrine, his steps hastened by B'yelka's lingering magics and his shouted words echoing and reverb aging throughout the space. "MATHUS! Where are you? We need to be introduced, you and I!"

Need to wait for lunch to pull up Roll20, will present Feral's movement then.

Updated map, purple circle and line were starting point and path the turn after the Vilkcasis was dispatched, green circle and line the following turn

Everyone begins moving further into the shrine. A moment later they are stopped by the sound of bowstrings twanging from behind them.

Two rounds went by. Feral, I forgot to put doors down there...so you probably saw things you shouldn't have. Whoops! Anyway, back to the fighting, I will describe E2 and E3 after.

Begin Round 8

The silverhide archers continue firing on the Six from the archways into the temple!
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Blue on Anton: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 = 181d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 4 = 14
Green on Anton: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 4 = 131d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 = 18
Red on Drosil: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Orange on Drosil: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

You guys are up.

I didn't see nuffin, boss!

Hearing the twang of bows, Feral doubles back with savage speed. As he dashes up the stairs and back toward the entry way, his mace clatters to the floor as Drosil's dagger springs into his hand. Rushing up to the nearest of the wolves, he leans in close and growls, "You should have welcomed me when you had the chance, whelp!"

Shapechanger-bane Dagger: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
for: 1d4 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 15 + (6, 2) = 27

So, last round of Haste! Drosil and Janos, Don't forget you are blurred :)

B'yelka starts again; this time moving down the stairs so she is out of sight of the archers.

Move action to Inspire Courage; Move Action to move down the stairs to get total cover from the bannister and pillar :)

Miss chances on Drosil (x>20=hit): 1d100 ⇒ 361d100 ⇒ 23

The air is knocked out of Anton's lungs as an arrow slams into him from behind. He quickly reaches up and yanks it out with a grunt before stepping behind cover and launching his own volley in return.

Shot 1, green: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 and Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

Shot 2, green: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 and Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

Shot 3, green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16 and Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6

He then calls on Desna in this holy place to heal his wounds.

Swift action LoH for 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 3) = 12