DM Oladon |
Randall: double move to finish getting to the door.
The big baboon howls in pain as it is bitten by the dog, then collapses in a heap after Njord slices open its stomach.
Antal, want to change your action?
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Who, me?! I has a shortbow, actually. ;)
Fíriel runs into the room past the fallen monkey and fires a shot at the older man.
Attack (PBS, guidance, cover): 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 6
Recover?: 1d2 ⇒ 1
DM Oladon |
The man in the grease attempts to flee again... and falls to the ground, now covered almost from head to toe in slippery grease.
Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
As he falls, he strikes out angrily at the halfling next to him.
Club vs Fíriel (frightened, prone): 1d20 + 4 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 2 - 4 = 18
Confirm...: 1d20 + 4 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 2 - 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Lymas glares at the invaders of his home, then fires a bolt at the newest one.
vs Dog: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Confirm...: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6
And doggie goes poof.
The party is up. Antal is no longer shaken.
Njord Bjornson |
Njord advances and takes a mighty swing at the man tumbling in the grease.
Smash: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Jametor Darksbane |
DM Oladon |
Will: 1d20 ⇒ 9
The man lying in the grease cries out as he nearly loses an arm from Njord's attack, and stares at the masked halfling with wide eyes. The older man narrows his eyes at the elf and points one bony finger, too.
Randall and Fíriel are up.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel drops her bow and pulls a dagger, hopping across the greased floor with ease, and tries to stab the man on the ground.
Auto-succeed grease Acrobatics.
Acrobatics (tumble): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Stabbity: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Confirm!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Damage: 2d3 - 2 ⇒ (2, 1) - 2 = 1
*flexes muscles*
DM Oladon |
Randall attempts to get the lock open. It's a full-round action, so once he retrieves the tools, it'll take up his standard next turn as well.
The man on the ground seems to regain his senses somewhat. He glares at his attackers and swings his club at the big man.
vs Njord: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
1d2 ⇒ 1
The older man levels his crossbow again and fires at the halfling closest to him.
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Party is up.
Njord Bjornson |
Not exactly eager to murder these men, Njord grabs the prone man by the shoulders and delivers a crushing headbutt.
Unarmed: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d3 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Antal Hyrgan |
I'm thinking the crossbow isn't enough metal to be affected by Burning Disarm. Would that be a safe assumption?
The halfling moves forward again, this time touching the big man to give him some Guidance.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Hearing Randall at the back door, Fíriel hops back there to open it.
Autosucceed grease Acrobatics.
The door is now unlocked. Randall has a move action left this round with which he can open it.
DM Oladon |
1d2 ⇒ 1
Randall opens the door, drawing a fresh glare from Lymas. The older man steps back and fires his crossbow again.
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
He aims too high, and the bolt thuds harmlessly into the wall behind Fíriel's head.
The party is up. The two thickest squares of straw (two squares east of the "A3" are difficult terrain.
Jametor Darksbane |
Acrobatics Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Moving through the grease spell, Jametor then takes out some blue sand and throws it at Lymas, while calling out the command words for Color Spray.
Will Save DC15
MAP
Njord Bjornson |
Not trusting himself to get across the patch of conjured grease, Njord pulls another vial and pours the contents into the worst of his bites.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
"Har! Jametor can you do something about yer mess?"
Randall Quickstep |
Ah, totally did not get that. Randall moves into the room, drawing a dagger and staying along the wall as he circles the room and comes up on the opposite side of Lymas. He doesn't have enough actions to do more than...
"You know, we weren't coming here to hurt anyone. We just came to ask some questions."
DM Oladon |
"Oh sure, so you break into my bleeding home and murder my friend when he tries to defend me! Zon-Kuthon take you, you filthy scumbag!"
Antal and Fíriel are up.
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel skips up behind Lymas as he's distracted by Randall, and tries to stab him in the back.
Attack (flanking): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (2) = 4
DM Oladon |
Antal looks at Jametor, waiting for the elf to clean up his mess. Delay.
1d3 ⇒ 1
Lymas roars as he's stabbed in the back, whirling around and dropping his crossbow. In a moment his hand holds a glittering scimitar, which he swings powerfully at the halfling that hurt him, before stepping out of the flank.
vs Fíriel: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
The party is up.
DM Oladon |
Grease is a dismissable spell, so you can spend a standard action to dismiss it completely.
Njord Bjornson |
As the conjured grease disappears from sight, Njord rushes into the room and swipes at Lymas with his blade.
"Drop the sword you damned fool!"
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Antal Hyrgan |
"He said drop the blade!" Antal takes a step to get into range and concentrates, causing the man's blade to superheat.
Burning Disarm. Reflex DC 15 or take...
2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
Randall Quickstep |
"Firiel!"
Randall moves around the deeper straw again and into a flank with Njord.
"Ugly!? You think he's ugly? You should see Sal, down on the docks - now, he's ugly. You are surrounded, Lymas, and the longer you fight, the less chance we can save your friend. We need to know where Larur is."
Assuming he is unwilling to surrender:
Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22 including flank bonus
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (3) = 6
DM Oladon |
"And I said you're a lice-bitten dog of a midget!" yells Lymas at Antal, gripping his scimitar in both hands and grimacing. He glares at Randall. "I have no idea what you're talking about, scum, but if you're trying to distract me, you're out of luck."
Fíriel is up because Randall is a ninja.
Randall Quickstep |
Oops, I forgot to post the map: Here it is!
"Aw, now that really hurts. I've trained those lice since they were babies. They wouldn't bite a dog - they have better taste than that. You're thinking of fleas."
Fíriel Goldworthy |
Fíriel cries out as she's struck hard by the man's sword. "I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay..." she repeats to herself, taking a deep breath and holding up her dagger to stave off any more blows from the older man.
Total defense.