Darklands Archivist's The Armageddon Echo (Inactive)

Game Master Guy Player Man

falling damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 3) = 12

Does that wake her up?

Not wanting to get cooked any worse than he already has, Lothan fires one arrow after another at the robed drow.

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/RS: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/RS: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/RS: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

BoF ability: +2 attack/+2 dodge AC/Reflex.

AC 29(25 vs non-elves); Hp's 68/68; 4 arrows shot
Active effects:
+20' speed(1 min/level);
Bull's strength(1 min/level);
Adaptation: +2 nat armor(10 min)

Lothan kills the robed drow, then kills one of the crossbowmen.

Zoltan and Vendric. You're still unconscious, Iolar.

I don't think the robed drow acted after I cast glitterdust. If he did:

Zoltan rushes forward, then flames burst on his charred arms, which he moves like snakes dancing around one another, to finally unleash forth and fly towards the robed drow.

Cast Scorching Ray, Range touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 254d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 1, 6) = 14
Cast Scorching Ray, Range touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 144d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 3) = 11
Caster check: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 = 26

Zoltan, Lothan killed the robed drow.

Aaaaah! Sorry, completely missed that part. In fact, I was thinking: Why didn't he target that one first!!! Goes to show...

Zoltan, seeing the robed drow down, will redirect his wrath towards the drows still standing.

I think there's still three drows up, and I'll target two, one ray each, starting with non-blinded ones. I'm rolling a second Caster check, though I don't think it's needed. Let me know.

Caster check: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 = 15

Vendric downs a haste extract and takes flight continuing to advance on the drow.

AC:22. Fly speed:90

Round 4

Zoltan scorches two of the drow, killing one of them, while Vendric flies directly in front of them.

Round 5

The two remaining drow pull out short swords and attack Vendric, but the alchemist avoids their assault.

Lothan is up.

Glad to see the robed drow fall, he concentrates on the last two.

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

BoF ability: +2 attack/+2 dodge AC/Reflex.

AC 29(25 vs non-elves); Hp's 54/68; 6 arrows shot
Active effects:
+20' speed(1 min/level);
Bull's strength(1 min/level);
Adaptation: +2 nat armor(10 min)

Lothan kills the last two drow.

End of combat.

Does the tremendous thud of them falling down wake Iolar?

Zoltan runs to Iolar and tries to wake him while telling the others: "Would you secure the entrance?!"

What exactly are you doing to wake Iolar?

Zoltan shakes and slaps Iolar with his frail arms.

Iolar make another Fort save.

Zoltan runs to Iolar and tries to wake him while telling the others: "Would you secure the entrance?!"

"On it!" Lothan moves over near the entryway, his bow ready just in case.

As he nears, he stops and listens. "Guys. Sounds like we got more of... I don't know, something? in there. It sure doesn't sound like the stinking drow." He moves to the edge of the of the opening of where the door use to be and peers carefully inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35

Vendric moves towards Lothan drinking a sheild extract when he arrives.
"Whatever it is I hope we can take it down quickly."
Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20

Fort save : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

His eyes going wide, he pops back behind the wall. "Freaking crap! What the freaking crap is that thing! Are you kidding me?! Alright, V, you better bring your A-game because that thing in there is... is... well it's just sick! And I don't mean it's got a cold either. It's got like... multiple arms with multiple longbows and it's super fat! Where are the others?! We need them here now! Like right-freaking-yesterday now!"

Delay. For now.

Vendric tries to think of what the thing could be.
Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

"Well the first thing we should do is calm down. Panicking here would do us no good we must think of some sort of plan. Perhaps it haven't seen us yet." Vendric then looks towards where zoltan and iorlar are wondering how their doing.

Well hope these low rolls mean high ones later.

"Oh you think so huh? I'll tell you what, you think of a plan while I run that way. 'Cause the freak show is on his way out here now! Let me know how that plan works for you, hm?" Lothan then takes off, getting as far away as he can before stopping, turning, and preparing to fire away.

Will double move away from the creature 100' feet away.

No one comes out of the academy or even appears in the doorway.

How long do you wait for the creature to appear?

Unwilling to abandon Iolar, Zoltan shouts to the others: "I can't wake Iolar!! I tried to slow the poison for a while, but it didn't work. I- I don't know what to do?!"

Lothan waits a moment(A round), before realizing the creature is not coming out. Looking in the direction of Zoltan's yell, "Crap. This sucks. Forget about her for now, Zoltan! If there's nothing you can do then there's nothing you can do! We got bigger fish to fry! And I mean BIG!" Sighing at the thought of what he's about to do, "Well, it's been a good life," he mutters to himself. "Hope you guys are ready! I'm about to bring out the fat guy!" Lothan then moves back to the side of the door, preparing to fire within.

Will move back to original spot from where he peered inside.

Zoltan curses and takes one last look at Iolar, then runs to stand beside Lothan.

Upon seeing Lothan book it Vendric follows after. Not wanting to take on what ever Lothan saw alone.
When he arrives he quickly takes a look at Iolar to make sure shes not dying.
"She most likely got hit with a dose of drow poison.She may be out for a while unless we can get rid of the poison."

Then after Lothans panic filled speech. "First you need to calm down. Panicing will lead to mistakes, and mistakes now Will get us killed. I'll go with you so I can barrage it with bombs." He then pulls out a flask and hands it to Zoltan. "Take this too it will help you out."

It's a paragon surge extract. It gives a +2 to both Dex and int along with a feat.

Vendric and Zoltan see what Lothan saw.: an ancient entry hall, with four white marble pillars supporting the roof. Standing inside, a large hideous creature, its body made from the bodies of elven corpses, with four arms and wielding two composite longbows, and dozens of arrows threaded through loose folds of flesh and fat.

This time the creature attacks.

Map

Initiative: PCs, monster

Zoltan raises his blackened arms in plain view: "The gods have cursed my blood! For I am the herald of time and I share with thee my gift!"

Cast Oracle's Burden on the monster (Will DC 17 or Blackened: Your hands and forearms are shriveled and blackened, as if you had plunged your arms into a blazing fire, and your thin, papery skin is sensitive to the touch; -4 to weapon attack rolls.)

Lothan's eyes go wide at the sight of Zoltan. Shrugging, "Here goes nothin'," he moves into line of sight of the creature and fires away.

5' step to F 12; Attack

Manyshot
+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

AC 23; Hp's 54/68; 10 arrows

Vendric tries to think wha this creature could be.
Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27
Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Then he takes moves over to get a better sight on the thing and lobs some bombs at it careful to not get lothan in the blast.
Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 30
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6, 6, 1) + 7 + 1 = 23

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 29
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 1) + 7 + 1 = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 16
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1, 1, 2) + 7 + 1 = 18

If any hits it will be caught on fire taking 1d6 each round. It can take a full round to make a DC:21 reflex.

AC=28 HP=52 Bombs: 12/15

Round 1Zoltan tries to place a curse on the creature, but it doesn't seem to be the least bit affected by the spell. Lothan fires a flurry of arrows and they all bounce off the creature. Vendric tosses his bombs, and they're all direct hits. The monster begins to move very sluggishly as it plucks of the arrows embedded in its flesh and fires it at Vendric, missing.

PCs are up.

Lothan continues to fire arrow after arrow, hoping he can do something to the creature.

Manyshot
+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

+1 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB/RS: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

AC 23; Hp's 54/68; 14 arrows

"This thing is a flesh golem. Its immune to magical attacks except fire which also slows it." He tells the others as he sends more bombs at the golem.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 22
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 5) + 7 + 1 = 20

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 32
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 27
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1, 1, 5) + 7 + 1 = 20
Crit Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 15
Damage: 4d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 1) + 7 + 1 = 16

AC=28 HP=52 Bombs:9/15

Fire you say...

Zoltan raises his sleeves and his hands dance deftly, flames conjured along their path, then releases them forth at the golem.

Scorching Ray 1, range touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 174d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 2) = 7
Scorching Ray 2, range touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 204d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 4, 6) = 16

Round 2

One of Lothan's arrows pierces the golem's outer layer of skin and draws a trickle of blood, while Vendric and Zoltan together completely incinerate and kill the monster.

End of combat.

Zoltan looks away as the flesh golem collapses in a roaring maelstrom of flames. He instinctively covers his arms: "We need to help Iolar. I've tried to wake him up by neutralizing the poison in his blood, if only for a short period, but that didn't work. I'm not sure what else to do..."

Impressed by the destruction wrought by Zoltan and Vendric, "Hm. Nice work, fellas. You guys freaking rock!" He then moves to where Iolar is. "Well maybe you should try neutralizing the poison within her," he nods toward the unconscious elf, grinning wryly. "Because Iolar's a she, Z," he chuckles. "Pretty good, huh? 'She', 'Z'. Rhymed and everything. Anyway, I don't know what to do for her. If she's been hit with drow poison... I mean, I don't know. I don't know what to do either. We need to find Eviana; I think she might could help us."

Zoltan blushes as he realizes that he had confused her gender in the heat of the moment: "Let's keep it between us, ok? I feel terrible... Ok, we head back then, but what about the attack? Weren't we supposed to push through? I'm worried about the risk for the other groups if we leave now..."

after the golem collaspes into a heap of flame Vendric looks further into the builoing trying to see if there are anymore threats approaching.
Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23

"Well before we decide on anything let me get a good look at her I may be able to tell us more."
Vendric goes over and tries to figure out Iolar's current health.
Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Zoltan blushes as he realizes that he had confused her gender in the heat of the moment: "Let's keep it between us, ok? I feel terrible... Ok, we head back then, but what about the attack? Weren't we supposed to push through? I'm worried about the risk for the other groups if we leave now..."

Cringing yet grinning, "Oh you're hurtin' me, Z. Oh alright, won't say a word. Fortunately for you, I've got other ideas." He winks, grinning wryly. "Yeah we probably should keep on the attack. She may not wake up for hours; and we sure as heck can't wait that long." Looking to Vendric as he inspects Iolar, "What do you got, V? Anything?" As he waits for an answer, he finds himself staring at the unconscious Iolar. "You know, she's kinda hot when she's not... well... talking. Not like hot like Eviana - or Samaritha for that matter - but a fairly good looking gal. Gotta give her her props."

"Who's hot?" The words drip drowsily, thickly, from Iolar's mouth. Her tongue is a blunt mace instead of a barbed dagger. Her eyes are still a bit glassy. She rolls onto her back, waves Vendric away, and her hands cradle her head.

She swears softly in elven while her left hand traces her right arm, elbow, and shoulder. "Ahh!" She grimaces with pain.

"Someone give me my wand." She tries to sit up, but cries weakly and falls back prone.

She keeps it in her pack. After its delivered to her she'll zap herself for 2 CLW 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 7) + 2 = 13

Zoltan hurries to get the wand for Iolar: "What happened to you? Was it poison?"

"See? I told you. Talking." He shrugs, a slight grin upon him. "C'mon, people, no time for all this 'witty banter', I believe we still have crap to take care of. Let's go." Lothan waits until the others are ready before moving back toward the front entrance.

I'm guessing we need to continue on inside to see what else needs to be taken out.

Zoltan nods, holding back his numerous questions. He's right. It can wait... Until one of us drops again and we don't know how to revive him... Or her. he thinks, smiling somewhat, as he makes his way further down the nightmare, stepping over the shambled and charred corpse of the flesh golem.

Iolar thanks Zoltan for the wand. She glares at Lothan, but her disapproval softens when she sees the dead drow.

"Lothan's right," she admits grudgingly. "We have to get in there before Kaerishiel gets himself and his men killed."