DM NomadSage's Curse of the Crimson Throne (Inactive)

Game Master nomadicc

Seren stabs at the grasping wererat before he knocks the rapier free.

To hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

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... and on his turn, Seren will pick the rapier up, throwing his regular one down in the muck at the rats feet.

"Here, use mine." he taunts.

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... and on his turn, Seren will pick the rapier up, throwing his regular one down in the muck at the rats feet.

Negative... Girrigz is holding the silver rapier. Unarmed disarm = auto-pickup.

If he drew an aoo attempting to disarm I believe he takes a negative of the damage dealt to his disarm attempt. So -7.

Indeed! However, Seren's AoO misses...

Mmm, so there's that. Need to rethink action, then

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So, 18 misses. Nevermind....

Ouch. So, Segang takes 11, minus 2 for DR, making 9, divided by 2 round down is 4. Um. That puts Cherias at -13. This could be bad.

Constitution check to stabilize: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 2 = 20

Um, unless anyone can get to Cherias and stabilize him before his turn... I better start considering what sort of new character to create.

Def Cast: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Seren defensively casts invisibility and then draws a scroll of magic weapon in his off hand

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And 5 foots toward Segang

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Never mind, Segang took off the ring so the spell ended.

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Segang attacks the were rat that just attacked him growling as he does so.
Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 223d6 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (3, 6, 4) + 9 + 6 = 28

"No!" Absinthe shouts when she sees Melianthe go down. The tiefling explodes into a blur of motion, flipping and tumbling, and ends up standing over the Dusk Elf. "Away with you, you filthy scavenger!" she roars, swinging her mace at the lycanthrope that just cut down her friend.

Acrobatics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27 to get to F11 without getting AoO'd along the way. Absinthe ends with her back to the wall, standing defensively over Melianthe so she won't come to more harm.

Attack roll vs. the wererat who pursued Mel and stabbed her: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 for 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 damage.

If I might make a suggestion, Segang? Focus on the leader.

Sorry, folks, I was kind of out of options... -lays there bleeding-

I got your back... I hope. ^^; I don't suppose you've taught your scorpion to administer healing potions in case you're knocked unconscious?

Suggestion noted. Segang felt he could kill the non-leader with one hit. We shall see if he did. And that one happens to be standing over Cherias. Plus he is raging and the the one he hit had just hit him for a decent amount of damage, so you know, rage.

Hmm...my familiar has an INT of 7. I don't think there are rules for training a familiar, but that seems like a reasonable thing to ask a creature that's as smart as many fighters. :D Let us survive this first, eh? :D -edit- probably not until Level 5, and then Hloire and I can talk about this and that.

Round Sixteen

Segang turns, arcing his earth breaker around and smashing the second wererat. Already badly wounded, this one impacts the wall behind him with a sickly crunch. Seren makes himself invisible and steps away from Girrigz.

Inside the den, Absinthe spins, arches and flips across the room to stand over Melianthe. With a flourish, she slams Melianthe's downer with the silver mace.

Girrigz snarls as another of his kin falls. He shifts to stand over Cherias, skillfully stabbing Segang twice with his silver rapier.

Absinthe finds herself quickly surrounded by three wererats as they close in and attack with blade and fangs. She takes another telling wound. (At 7 hp?)

Actions for R17?

Stabilize: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6

Oh, dicebot.

Melianthe continues to bleed.

Segang, with two rounds of rage left, attacks the wererat leader.

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 113d6 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4) + 9 + 6 = 30

So, what do you want to play after we all die here? Any chance I can get a shirt re-roll, or use a hero point, or something?

Damn it ... Need to get to her, Seren thinks to himself as he sees Absinthe get surrounded.

Abandoning his previous action he takes off sown the hallway to the southeast hoping to come upon another entrance to the lair.

Double Move

Acro if required: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

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The tiefling slips into another spin and tumble, which ends with her dashing down the eastern tunnel. Tears trickle down her face and her whole frame telegraphs defeat.

Acrobatics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 to get to the eastern tunnel while avoiding AoOs. Double move. =_= So sorry.

Round Seventeen

Segang brings his earth breaker down on Girrigz, but slips on an unmentionable patch in the sewage and the weapon arcs wide. The hammer smashes into the floor, cracking a flagstone. Girrigz chortles at the clumsy attack.

Invisible, Seren disengages and runs down the tunnel, rounding the corner and bumping directly into a grate of iron bars, floor to ceiling. Another grate, sixty feet farther east, is collecting a disgusting blockage of garbage, offal and chunks of sewage.

Nimbly fleeing the wererats, Absinthe hurtles through a communal den lit by a low fire. Continuing south and around, she enters the sewer tunnel in between the grates. Absinthe hears the wererats in the room behind; a glance back shows them holding back, two with crossbows trained.

"Enough of this!" Girrigz snarls and ceases his attack. "Surrender now, and I may even spare your wretched lives..." Segang notices that though his blade is lowered, its tip lies just above Cherias's neck.

I.impassable grate? This is the direction the wererats and their boss came from right?

Seren will look quickly for a hidden trigger somewhere.

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Not impassable for a rat-sized creature... Say a DC 20 Escape Artist check to squeeze through.

Ah, I envisioned a grate having smaller holes vs a gate

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Escape artist 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Absinthe creeps towards the grate, seeing Seren. She puts an index finger to her lips, then actually manages to wring herself through one of the holes...! Face grim, the tiefling pulls a bottle from her pack and downs its contents.

Potion of CLW for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6.

The drink seems to do her good, but her voice comes out as a hoarse, unhappy whisper: "We have to keep that beast talking and scam it somehow. "Melianthe and Cherias need us!

Segang lets the rage fall from him and steps back 5' cautiously. I would leave here with my friends, and you with yours. We both have wounded that need tending. Let this parley be short. He puts the large hammer in its sling on his back, indicating that he is willing to be done with this fight.

I have totally forgotten why we are down here in these sewers.

To assassinate the big ratboy you're talking with, basically, who supposedly has plans to cause a big ruckus and start attacking people. If we did that, the other wererat who approached us promised to give us information about the plague.

Escape artist 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 Absinthe creeps towards the grate, seeing Seren. She puts an index finger to her lips, then actually manages to wring herself through one of the holes...! Face grim, the tiefling pulls a bottle from her pack and downs its contents. Potion of CLW for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6. The drink seems to do her good, but her voice comes out as a hoarse, unhappy whisper: "We have to keep that beast talking and scam it somehow. "Melianthe and Cherias need us!

Absinthe won't see Seren as he is invisible

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Aheh... ^^;

Absinthe finds the grate and squeezes herself through one of the gaps before downing a healing potion. Hearing the wererat leader speaking, she hisses under her breath and starts to creep back towards Segang...

Stealth 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

To be exact, I'll be at M9 at the end of my move.

"The blood of my kin is on your hands, and that will not be forgotten. You invaded our home with murder in your hearts... but how did you find us? Who sent you? I would know the names of my foes."

With a sidelong glance, he eyes Absinthe in the shadows. "You, get over here and stand beside the horser. And your wizard friend too, if he hasn't fled. Do not try my patience," he growls, putting a foot to Cherias's throat.

Stabilize: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (9) - 4 = 5

Melianthe drifts slowly towards a tunnel of light--grey light from a moon-god looming over a vast boneyard.

"You can have the names you wish," Absinthe says as she moves over to stand beside Segang. "If we can then have our people and the right to withdraw. The names are worth it. Trust me." There is some irony in those last two words.

Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Couple things as memory joggers: the issue was that Grigz here is calling his people to war on humans. We want him to stop that, don't have to kill him.

2: Segang also silvered a longsword and 10 arrows

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Silvered Spear I believe, not longword.

This is a truce, not a surrender. And I''l not talk while my friend bleeds out. Step aside and allow us to help him. He says pointing to Cherias. If you want to hold a blade to someone's throat while we parley, let it be mind.

Note you posted some 250 posts ago said longsword

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OK. Glad you noted that. Was thinking I needed to be 10' away to use…

"You waste time speaking meaningless words while you fail to understand who is in control here." Girrigz leans in on Cherias, drawing a bead of blood with the tip of his rapier. "I care nothing for the kitling, but if you value his life... and that of the elf woman... you will tell me what I want to know."

"Bring the elf," he commands his wererats, who hasten to collect Melianthe.

Turning back to you, he demands, "Who sent you? Why? How did they know of this place? Answer now, or more blood will run."

Seren maintains his position ans only moves if he has to in order to hear

Stealth: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (17) + 30 = 47

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Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Whoa now," Absinthe says in a soothing tone. "Don't get too excited! I'll tell you, of course. Have you heard of the Spider King? He controls a lot of the crime that goes on up top. He got wind from contacts down here that you were planning to start a war between the lycanthropes and the folk on the streets. War is bad for... business. Worse yet, word on the streets is that the lycanthropes are involved in spreading the plague, which is all kinds of bad for... business."

The tiefling makes a self-deprecating gesture. "Work isn't always easy to get for us tieflings, so I just go where I'm kicked. Boss-man says, 'go there and there', so I went; I don't dare ask many questions of the Spider King. I'm right sorry for it now, of course, and you got us bang to rights. But please. Let me trickle a little healing tonic down my friends' throats. You'll still be in full control. Please?"

Sorry to leave the thread hanging on this tense moment for so long...

Girrigz's eyes narrow on Absinthe and he snarls. "You chatter like a magpie, droning so many useless words." He glances down at Cherias and sniffs. "I know of the kitling from Old Korvosa... I find his caring nature hard to reconcile with your murderous rampage here."

After another moment he grunts, "Bah! Take the elf and leave now. When you are out of the sewer, I will send up the kitling. Argue, delay, even look back once... and he dies." Girrigz nods to his henchmen, who toss Melianthe in your direction.

"Go... now!"

Seren will cast message from down the hall and whisper to Segang,
"I'll stay and watch to ensure he keeps his word. I'll call you if I suspect otherwise."

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With a scowl on his face Segang moves to Mel and tries to stop her bleeding before picking her up gently in both arms.

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 17

She weighs so little. he thinks. So fragile. Would I be as brave as her if I were so frail and unarmored? As he turns to leave he speaks to the rat leader. Perhaps we were mislead. Perhaps you and your kind do not intentionally spread the plague.

"We... shall take your kind offer," Absinthe says, eyes flicking to Cherias. "Let's go," she adds for Segang's benefit.

As soon as the group is out of the wererats' immediate sight, she pulls a flask from her pack and carefully dribbles the contents down Melianthe's throat, trickling a few drops into her wounds.

"Come on, come on," she mutters, frowning.

Potion of CLW for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8.

Girrigz does not reply as he watches you depart.

Unless you decide to cause trouble, you will return to the streets without issues.

I will take her back to the Inn Cherias knows we stay at. If he is indeed released he will seek us there. If he is not, then we can plan our attack on the sewers from there.

Cherias whimpers slightly in his unconscious state as the wererat picks him up without any gentleness.

2 or 3 HP, depending on how long that interaction took...

Melianthe comes to with a rattling gasp, her eyes flying open and her hands clutching at Segang. "...the bones...I saw them..." she says to the fetid air.