DougFungus' Rise of the RuneLords

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Damieka has been watching the hall to see what will happen when the others have moved towards the room so has had the opportunity to see what was going on. She has readied herself for this and has made her own prayers that her friends are not hurt.

She aims, a cold fire hardening her heart to the goblinoid ahead of them, and shoots.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 201d8 ⇒ 6

With the creature potentially surrounded, Samara takes aim with her own bow and fires at it.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

• Nicea runs down the hall and attempts to knock Koruvus back. Nicea did not beat Koruvus' CMD and the attack is unsuccessful.

  Koruvus' Attaco of Opportunity w/ Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 Miss

• Davben Attempts to get to the other side of Koruvus but cant get the proper footing. He doesn't move this turn.

• Both good attempts, but Koruvus is rocking a 17 for his CMD.

• Samara fires an arrow at Koruvus but misses.

• Zara casts Guidance on Nicea.

• Silva moves to F-24 and casts Ear Piercing Scream.

  Koruvus' Fort Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Pass

• Koruvus swings wildly at Nicea while shouting: "Worry not Erylium! Koruvus will protect your flock!"

  Glowing Red Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Hit
  Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

  Silver Dagger: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Miss

  Very nice looking HandAxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Hit
  Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

• Damieka lets loose an arrow down the hallway and finds it a home in Koruvis' chest.

MAP!

Next Round Begins Now

Zara looks aghast as Nicea is attacked once more; that the corridor has become another horrific choke-point. The thud of metal upon flesh makes the dancers stomach turn and she gasps shocked. 'Please not again.' her eyes becoming misty.

Through this obscuring fluid she looks and incants:
"Lady Sivanah, I implore you for aid.
Beset by evil, may your hand guide ours.
May you blur their vision, like they have mine.
May we strike true against them."

The horrific goblins shout sends a chill down her spine. 'Erylium!? Who's that? A Goddess! Or an ally.' Out of the corner of her eye, the heavy door catches her attention. She dives behind the beautiful demi-human, and throws her weight against the door. Leaning upon it, using the ranseur to brace it.

Standard: Cast Bless. Everyone gets a +1 to attack. 1/12 rounds
Move: to G21 and lean against the door.

Samara takes another shot with her arrow, eyebrows furrowing as she sees Nicea once again injured by the creature's blows.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

I forgot about the cave bonus last round, that's the +2, +1 from Zara

13/13HP

"Damn this guy is tough..." Silva mutters, not at all pleased by the outcome of his spell. He had reached his limit for the day - using another of the same level was well beyond his abilities. Unless... With a frown, the sorcerer fishes the wand they bought earlier out of his pocket, giving it a cursory glance before pointing it past his companions and at the hideous little creature. "Well, here goes nothing!"

Silva draws his wand of magic missile and fires it at Koruvus!

Pew!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Pew!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Seeing Nicea's rush unsuccessful, and not finding a path past the wildly swinging three armed goblin, Davben is frustrated by once again being blocked behind the enchanting warrior. They need to get out of this bottle neck if there's any chance to take some of the enemy's focus off of Nicea.

Expecting Nicea will try again to push into the large room and give them space to maneuver Davben braces himself ready to help, hopefully both of them together can move this monstrosity.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

If I'm not able to aid another in a bull rush, or there's another reason this isn't acceptable let me know I'll do something else.

"I'm sick of you <redacted> goblins in this <redacted> city!" Nicea shouts, trying to bull her way past the three-armed freak.

Raging as free action. +4 hp, now at 15/26. AC drops to 14, which doesn't really matter since nobody fails to hit.

Overrun attempt, provokes. Additions to attack: +2 wrath, +1 bless, +2 rage. I don't think Dav's excellent idea about Aid Another will work because he's not in a position to make a melee attack on 3-arm.

CMB: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 15

If this succeeds, she stops at F30 to flank, but... oh, gee, I guess it doesn't matter. A five? Seriously? I now predict he will hit on 3 15's.-- The Amazing Kreskin

P.S. Sorry about the grumps. It's just dice frustration. We've all been there.

This is not good. It is not good at all. One of these days they will have to be able to fight in the open so that it makes everything a lot easier in the fighting except that the enemies would be more difficult to find. In here they may be a bit scattered but you could find them a bit easier.

That did not matter with her new friend in such danger. The smell of blood was making the hunter upset and she had to fight down that anger to pray for another good shot.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 91d8 ⇒ 5

Then swears at a missed shot.

Don't worry about the swearing over a bad shot. Damn dice grrrrrrrrrrr!

I suppose I had pictured Dav pushing against Nicea to help with her rush, but seems rules say you need to be in melee range of the enemy to aid

In that case I guess really the only thing he can do is acrobatics

Davben tries once again to get past the lovely warrior, and the horrible, frustrating, immovable, deformity at the end of the hall.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Dice frustration... there seems to be a number of us there right now.

• Davben attempts to slip past once again but just cant quite seem to find an opening...

• Samara takes another shot, this time landing a successful hit on Koruvus.

• Zara casts bless and moves to the door.

• Silva fires 2 shots from the wand. The glowing missiles race down the hall and collide with Koruvus.

• Nicea's Overrun attempt fails and provokes an attack from Koruvus.

  Glowing Red Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Hit

  Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

• Koruvus continues his assault on Nicea.

  Glowing Red Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Miss

  Silver Dagger: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Miss

  Very nice looking HandAxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Miss

• Damieka shoots and misses.

MAP!

Next Round Begins Now

Damieka becomes angry with herself and growls as she sets arrow to bow. How could she be a good hunter if she couldn't even hit a stupid goblin twice in a row.

She moves two spaces ahead and shoots, hoping for something better.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 101d8 ⇒ 7

Now that everyone has taken the bad rolls out of the system, let's try this again. BULL RUSH!

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Nicea should move him back 5' plus 5' for every 5 she exceeds his CMD, if she does. From the way things look, he should end up in F32 and she in F31. HP: 15-10=5 (4 from rage). Rounds of rage used: 2/6.

Samara is surprised when her arrow lands, eyebrows raising, seeing if she can press her luck with another.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"How about two more for good measure!" Silva says, flicking the wand towards Koruvus once more.

Another magic missile.

Damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

Davben tries once more to get around the goblin in the hall, again he can't get past. Grumbling in frustration at spending the majority of the past couple encounters stuck in a bottleneck.

Hopefully Nicea will be able to push through and open up the path for the others, Dav gets ready to move in behind her to a better position if she does.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Fail acrobatics, and ready move action to E31, or where appropriate if Nicea succeeds her bull rush.

Damieka, remember you have a +1 to hit for the bless. (Not that it matters too much with that roll)

Leaning more of her weight upon the door, she knows that she's being unproductive once again. Gripping the ranseur tightly she says quietly to Damieka, "Scream if anything comes through this door. I'll be right back." Then she takes off bustling through the group.

Once she sees Nicea push the horrid Korvus back she sets off a pace down the hallway.

Delay until after Nicea's action, then...
Double Move to H31. Avoiding AoO's and ranseur in hand.
Bless 2/12

• Davben still cant manage to find an opening and remains in place.

• Samara successfully lodges another arrow into Koruvus' body. Koruvus is beginning to get frustrated with all the arrows sticking out of him.

• Zara delays...

• Silva successfully shoots another Magic Missiles at Koruvus.

• Nicea knocks Koruvus back 10 feet onto one of the dusty old hatches.

  Koruvus Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 FAIL!

  The hatch collapses under Koruvus feet and he falls into a 20 foot deep pit. Nicea manages to catch herself before falling into the pit with Koruvus.

  Falling damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

  The resulting fall is enough to knock Koruvus unconscious. A zombie that is being housed in the pit immediately reaches down and bites deep into Koruvus jugular. Green acidic blood pours out of Koruvus' veins and onto the zombie, melting its dead flesh and killing both of them as a result.

MAP!

Next Round Begins Now

Move: to F28
Action: Draw wand of CLW

Zara moves down the corridor concern upon her face, as she sees Nicea snarling. The dancer takes all her courage; "Nicea. Are you alright?"

She waves the ivory shaft towards the powerful warrior, unsure of her reaction.

Damieka can only see Nicea disappearing so she runs down the hall trying to get to F29 or as close as she can get with everyone else in the way. She becomes upset at herself for not being able to shoot better, a horrible contradiction in her self-esteem which continues on.

"Nicea! NICEA!" She yells as she runs forward, worried for their friend's life.

On hands and knees at the edge of the pit, Nicea peeks over the edge and watches the demise of both disgusting freaks.

"Wow, that's... horrid..." she mutters dreamily, and promptly collapses in a heap at the edge, taking care not to tumble into the pit.

Dropping rage, losing 4 HP in the process, down to 1. Fatigued for two rounds.

"She really looks like she could use some of your goddess' loving," Silva says to Zara with a frown, having rushed into the room. He glances at the wand appreciatively before slipping it back into his pocket. He then looks over to the pit, which from the sound of it, was no doubt filled with carnage. "Damn, I was kinda hoping we could question the freak."

Put away wand and move to D-29.

Samara lowers her bow, hooking it onto her back once again, glancing towards the others. She raises an eyebrow upon seeing Nicea dropped to the ground. "Is she okay?"

She nods to Silva once and then adds, "He sounded insane through the door. That is a thing that I thought. Questioning might not have been productive."

Concern written hard across Zara's face, she moves around the wooden hatches to stand next to Nicea. "She will be in a moment." choking back the emotion, she replies to Samara. "You will be..." Trying to keep the catch out of her voice, she applies the beautiful wand to Nicea.

"Not as good as my Goddess' ministrations, but I need to be more favoured by her." she gives a nod to Silva; "Loving?" The Varisian drags a smile from her lips.

"Erylium! Either his Goddess, or an ally or lover. She might be physically here, we need to find her quick! The fight wasn't quiet." Eyes flick between the corridor leading away and the one to the horrific torture chamber that she was in before.

With a wavering voice; "If one of you wish to nip down this oubliette, retrieve the glowing weapons....I have a feeling we'll need them." she pauses putting her hand upon Nicea's shoulder, "Not you Miss, rest up for a minute. That was amazing, well done."

"Silva, can you levitate them out?" Zara wonders softly; nodding down the hole.

Move to E31, avoiding the pit.
Round 4: Standard action Cure Light Wounds Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Round 5: Standard action Cure Light Wounds Wand: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
BLESS 5/20

Nicea looks wearily to the others, whose concern is plain. "I'm fine, or will be soon thanks to Zara. 'Ware the rest of those doors. This one collapsed as soon as he stepped on it."

She surveys the sludgy mess at the bottom of the pit before her. "That gear might be good, but the freak goblin blood dissolved that undead. Be careful if you go down there. Silva, can you move light down into this pit? We don't know how big it is nor if anything else is down there."

Damieka picks up her two arrows that did not hit anything and goes over to Davben's side. She looks over Nicea then down in the pit, "I could probably do it if there are no big surprises down there."

"Davben, please could you tie a rope around Damieka, just in case. Thanks." she says softly, trying to ensure that the hunter will not fall. Whilst at the same time, knowing the man won't mind the physical contact.

Samara mumbles to herself, "It dissolved the undead?" She starts checking herself for any empty vials, seeming quite disappointed when she is only able to find full ones. "Does anyone have any empty glass?"

"I have a leather water-skin pouch, or a glass bottle holding a pint of lamp oil at the moment." Zara offers having healed the battered and amazing leader, Nicea.

"Sure thing Nic-" The dancing lights abruptly vanish, leaving only the light from his copper piece to illuminate the area. "Damn. Didn't realize they've been on for so long already. And that was my last one for the day, too..." With a shrug, Silva moves to the pit and tosses the lit coin into it. "I have plenty of those left, so we needn't worry."

Silva moves to the side of the pit, wherever convenient.

"Err, no, the leather pouch would not be right. I do not want you to waste your oil. Nevermind..." says Samara, frowning a bit contemplatively. "It needs to be glass..."

"Thanks, Zara, that helps a lot."

Nicea stands as the healing knits the vicious slashes of the three-armed goblin's swords and her energy begins to return.

Round 4: 8/22. Round 5: 19/22, last round of fatigue, stands (as long as nothing else happens before that.

The dancer has to control her emotions at the thank you from the leader, feeling such pride - despite her not believing she deserved it.

Turning to Samara, she seems quite insistent. "I'll just pour the oil on a scarf, wrap it around the head of the ranseur and thrust it in the face of the next enemy we meet."

Zara looks around to see if anyone else is going to offer a glass bottle, or beaker. She also takes time just to check out if anyone is heading this way.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Map!

"I see now... Hm. I could probably get some of his weapons out with a few seconds, but if we want his body, well..." Silva shrugs, before casting another spell. "The shiny sword, first," he says, pointing down the pit. Using his magic, he attempts to extract the weapon from the putrid pit.

Cast mage hand, targeting the glowing sword (4 lbs?). Raise it 15 up.

Silva, I'll allow you to use mage hand over a number of rounds to levitate all the treasure from the pit if you like. It will be a lot easier than crawling in there.

Just let me know how you guys want to do this.

Damieka leans against the wall and looks at the others, "If you can get it all out, Silva, then that would be great but if I am needed to go down to get anything just tell me. I can do it."

Zara nods amazed by the powers of Silva; 'It's one amazing trick, he would be a great illusionist. Oh, I could get him to help in my act.'

"I'll just be down here, but I'm sure someone can use the weapons? Samara the knife?" The dancer glides around the pit, towards the passage where she readies her weapon.

Move to I33

Davben sighs softly with relief "I'm glad you're alright Nicea... we need to somehow avoid always fighting in these bottle necks." He peers into the pit then nods towards Silva "Getting the items out without sending someone down would be best. I'd rather not have Damieka go down there, that goblin's blood seems to have an acidic quality to it, it could be dangerous even if he's dead."

"Apologies Samara, the only vial I have is filled with ink." He says to the elf next to him. "Although speaking of lamp oil reminds me I should retrieve Nicea's lantern, I left it in the other room. I wouldn't want her cross with me for losing it. I'll return shortly." Davben turns to head back to where he left the lantern.

"I will gladly take whatever is there, though I am handiest with my rapier. It is a thing that I am familiar with," says Samara, nodding her head once.

"Arrows. Composite longbow." Damieka states before sitting down and watching the ground, eyes closed to relax.

Aware that the weapons are being brought out of the hole, Zara whispers; "We can climb down and check that he has no other items looted from the innocent peoples of the town later. However, I fear he is not alone down here... either he was being turned into one of the 'rage-beasts' or he has friends."

Pausing for a second; "Do you want to wield the dagger in your spare hand, Samara? The magical sword well, Damieka you have proved adept at fighting these creatures if they get in close - that is unless Nicea wishes it? And the axe could be a useful back-up weapon? Silva?" The Varisian wonders openly, aware how little time they have before her blessings wear off.

MAP!

Silva manages to lift all Koruvus' weapons from the pit.
They are:

• Medium +1 Longsword. Though crude looking, the steel of this sword is a deep red color.
  
• Medium Silver Dagger.
  
• Medium Masterwork Handaxe

"Mm, I could find a use for the dagger," says Samara, nodding her head once slowly in response to Zara's question. "Though I am not well versed in using more than one weapon."

A shiver goes down Zara's spine at Samara's words and she remembers they are talking about a weapon. That her impatience to be further on, will result in blood-shed...

"Door!" she points down the corridor towards the closed portal at the end of it. Zara is ready to drop further back in line.

Move to N33

Samara, understanding her role as door opener, heads down the hall to the door at a hurried pace to check the door carefully if it is locked.

Damieka, knowing that Davben will go past to the front, puts a hand on his shoulder as he is going to go by and smiles at him tenderly. She then waits for everyone else to get going after Samara opens the door.

Nicea stretches and rolls her head, loosening her shoulders as the healing magic finishes knitting most of the slashes closed. She sighs in relief, then examines the gear that Silva has pulled from the pit, nodding as Samara proclaims the dagger useful to her.

"Damieka, why don't you take the red blade?" Nicea asks, "You're excellent with a bow, but it won't do much good if they come right up to you. The way you use weapons leads me to think you can probably handle a blade of this size quite well. Gods know I don't need another sharp, pointy thing. Unless I become a marilith. Hmmm..." Nicea's eyes unfocus as she contemplates the joy of having six arms with which to chop and hack.

"Uh, yeah. The axe. I dunno. Might come in handy if we fight a treant. Otherwise, I don't much care."

She loosens up and follows Samara down the hallway, stopping short when she sees the branching corridor. "Davben, the lantern please?" She leaves an empty space between her and Samara and holds the lantern there, peeking down the side corridor. "I want to leave room for Samara to move back once she opens the door," she explains to the balanced monk.

Move to L33 and put lantern in M33. Look down side corridor. Leave M33 open and prevent anybody else from moving into Samara's retreat space. Dameika, as a ranger, should have martial weapon proficiency for the longsword, and for the handaxe too if she wants it. I can't believe a handaxe is a martial weapon.

"Don't you be following Nualia's lead. Knowing your luck you'd turn into a succubus and have Tsuto all over you." Zara jokes lightly, though there is a slight serious undertone.

Move: to J33
Bless 7/20

"Well I'm no good with sharp, pointy things," Silva says with a shrug, "If we can't use it, we might as well sell it." Slipping another copper out of his pocket, the sorcerer sets up another light, extinguishing the one down in the pit. "Hm. Should we see what's in the rest of these trapdoors? Or should we assume that they're all as scenic as this one?"

Recast light.