Erea Eclipsed (Inactive)

Game Master Larkos

Val winced at the noise of the two gunshots. "Don't worry. That happens to most men eventually" she said when the weapon failed to fire.
"Yep, statue ambush. Clever. Glad you picked that up, Nicky." she said gratefully.

Init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"That was unnecessarily noisy."

Int: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"See, moving statues! I was right!"

init: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Grand Unified Init Order
Gargoyle 2: 21
Nikandros: 18
Tarik: 15
Main Construct: 10
Gargoyle 1: 9 (6)
Anya: 9 (5)
Val: 7
Ophelia (since I forgot about her) 1

Gargoyle 2 flew off its stony perch and dove to strike Val.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Hello friend"

Attack directed at gargoyle 2. I will assume I need to move

Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28
Damage: 2d4 + 11 ⇒ (1, 1) + 11 = 13

Seeing that the paladin had the first gargoyle well in hand, Tarik focused on the other

Attack directed at gargoyle 1. Deadly and Rapid

Attack1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Damage1: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Attack2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Damage2: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
crit confirm: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
bonus crit damage to add to damage 2: 3d8 + 45 ⇒ (8, 4, 1) + 45 = 58
Attack3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage3: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Misfire on last attack and botch on crit confirm. Thanks dice roller.

The Second Gargoyle exploded in a shower of stone as Tarik's shots rang true.

The main construct knowledge arcana or religion for more info charged forward to flank Nikandros.

Slam Attack: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (20) + 26 = 46
Damage: 4d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 6, 6, 3) + 19 = 362d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (4) + 26 = 30
Crit Damage: 4d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 3) + 19 = 35

The First Gargoyle continued his fight with Nikandros.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 291d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 101d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 181d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 31d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 31d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Regardless of crit confirmation, you take one point of bleed damage, Nik. I believe you are at -6 and bleeding out now.

Know Religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Hopefully, I got a good look at it while it murdered me...Also, -4/86 HP

DC 15: This is a construct with the regular immunities: death effects, disease, mind-affecting effects (charms, compulsions, phantasms, patterns, and morale effects), necromancy effects, paralysis, poison, sleep, stun, and any effect that requires a Fortitude save (unless the effect also works on objects, or is harmless). Constructs are not subject to nonlethal damage, ability damage, ability drain, fatigue, exhaustion, or energy drain. Constructs are not at risk of death from massive damage.

DC 20: This is a Juggernaut, a construct dedicated to guarding sacred sites. It will not attack any creature that openly wears or displays the holy symbol or unholy symbol of the deity to which the juggernaut is dedicated unless that creature first attacks the juggernaut. since it attacked you, it is not dedicated to Erastil.

It also has SR 22 and DR 10/Adamantine.

When a juggernaut kills a creature with at least 5 Hit Dice and an alignment two or more steps away from the juggernaut's alignment, it gains a kill point. Add its current total kill points as a bonus on its attack rolls, combat maneuver checks, caster level checks, and skill checks. Add half its current total kill points as a bonus to its natural armor and spell resistance. The juggernaut loses 1 kill point every 24 hours.

DC 25: Like Clerics, it has particular abilities tied to the domains of their deity. You felt the effects of the Evil domain when it attacked. It will do extra damage to anyone who is good aligned.

"Nik, f*@#!" Anya snarled as she threw her magic at the construct, cold flaring up from beneath and shooting upwards.

Ice Spears, two on "main" construct.

Piercing: 4d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 5, 5, 5) + 4 = 24

Cold: 4d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1, 3, 3) + 4 = 17

"Thanks for the save, Rik." Val said when Tarik shot the gargoyle attacking her. She dashed over to the first gargoyle and attacked, hoping to kill it before it could do more harm to nikandros.

Targeting with studied combat, making a piranha strike and studied strike. Spend 1 luck point for Run Like Hell for the increased AC.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 331d6 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 113d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2) = 13

Sorry for not saying so before but the gargoyles are evil.

Holy Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Val's blade struck true into the fiendish gargoyle's neck. It raised its fell claw to retaliate but the holy light of her magic sword purged the creature from the inside out.

Ophelia recovered from the shock of Nikandros' fall. "Nik! You bloody bastard! I'll shove this arrow up your arse, you shite-licking bastard!"

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 271d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 271d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
damage: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 181d8 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 131d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Crit Damage: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 111d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Ophelia's arrows all strike the construct piercing its thick stone. However it managed to block an arrow that would have struck in a weak spot created by Anya's ice spears.

I slap myself conscious. Swift, Standard, Move

Lay on Hands: 4d6 + 4d6 + 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 2, 2) + (3, 6, 4, 3) + (1, 4, 4, 6) = 42

38/86 HP

"Ouch."

LoH Uses: 7/10

"Good to you back up!" Tarik called to Nikandros as he fired off a salvo at the juggernaut, hoping to get its attention.

Deadly aim, rapid shot, upclose and deadly 4/5 grit, DR factored in already

Attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Attack 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Attack 3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

damage 1: 1d8 + 6 + 3d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (1, 3, 2) = 17
damage 2: 1d8 + 6 + 3d6 ⇒ (7) + 6 + (1, 1, 2) = 17
damage 3: 1d8 + 6 + 3d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (4, 2, 2) = 19

The Juggernaut looked down at Nikandros still on the floor. "Threat Reassesed. Acquiring new target. Target acquired." It wheeled away from Nikandros and ignored Anya as it rushed towards Tarik.

Attack: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (2) + 24 = 26
Damage: 4d6 + 19 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 1) + 19 = 25

Summoning her magic, Anya flung a ball of snow and ice at the Juggernaut.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Damage: 5d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 6, 6, 5, 3) + 5 = 30

"Got a mouth on you, kid." Val said dryly to Ophelia. She dashed in to try to flank the juggernaught with Tarik, trying to stab the juggernaut. "Do you ever get used to fighting giant stone monsters?"

Targeting with studied combat, making a piranha strike and studied strike.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 241d6 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 143d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 1) = 82d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

"You never get used to it."

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 131d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 141d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 11d8 ⇒ 71d8 ⇒ 3

Nikandros stands up, and lays his hands on himself once more.

LoH: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 4, 5) = 17

LoH: 6/10

HP: 65/86

Barely managing to deflect the juggernaut's attack off his shield, Tarik scrambled backwards, firing directly into the construct as he went

5ft step, rapid and deadly

attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
attack 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
attack 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

damage 1: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
damage 2: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
damage 3: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

gun borks on shot 1, -2 attack/ damage on subsequent rolls

The last bullet finally finds a way through the Juggernaut's tough exterior into its inner workings. "Error: system compromised. Now entering defensive shut down." With that, the once mighty war machine collapses into so much scrap metal.

Nikandros and Ophelia, having been trained in divine matters, notice a faint black and purple aura normally associated with demons travel downward as though melting through the floor.

"Gods damn! I was hoping to not have to use one of these yet," Ophelia said as she handed Nikandros a potion.

Nikandros gains a potion of cure serious wounds.

"Now into the hatch to whatever horrors we face next."

"Yeah, because remember, this was the welcoming party. Only going to get worse from here," Tarik grumbled as he banged on his pistol a few more times to clear yet another jam. "You want me to take the front? " he asked Nikandros.

"Nicky, you okay?" Val asked. "None of us are scheduled to die until we get a bit further in to this place." Despite her jokes, she didn't want any of the team to die, although her desires had never factored in to it before.

"Are you sure you're using that right? Seems to be having a lot of trouble" she asked Tarik.

"Thanks Ophelia"

Nikandros downs the potion in one swift shot, rolling his shoulders as the wounds closed. After six seconds or so, the bruises had faded and he looked merely pained, instead of dead.

CSW: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6, 6) + 5 = 21

HP: 86/86

"I don't think I'll die yet...but if I have to there aren't much better ways to go than trying to clean out Erastil's home. I think I've got the front still, just have to avoid a smackdown by a large, angry pile of metal"

Nikandros kicks the remnants of the juggernaut before looking around the roof for any handy entrance.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Anya finally allowed herself to relax just a fraction. Nik was up and looking alright, the juggernaut was down, and the first hurdle completed. "No use burning daylight," she said to Ophelia. "Show us out-of-towners the way."

Nikandros noted a rather large wooden trap door that the Juggernaut was standing on when the fight started.

Roll Kn (religion) please.

Know Religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Though tied to a particular faith, Juggernauts are still constructs and are therefore incapable of alignments. Val's sword should not have done any extra damage.

P.S. For everyone: the door is unlocked and not trapped.

"Hey Val, your sword, it does extra damage to evil, right? Last I checked, constructs don't have souls and shouldn't be evil...so I'm not sure why your sword got all holy glowy there. Little weird."

"Does it matter much now? The thing is dead and we have a mission to do."

"Yeah, it does" Val confirmed. She shrugged. "I don't really know how magic constructs are made. But if these ones are evil, it can't mean anything good. Probably demons or something. And to think I thought the werewolf was bad."

"Well at least its dead or inactive or whatever you want to call it now," Tarik shrugged, giving the Juggernaut a boot to the flank to confirm as much. "Some other fancy magician can figure out the hows and whatnots of this thing, we got heroing to do in the meantime, don't we?

Anya grinned. "I like your attitude gun-man. Now someone open that trapdoor. I'll be ready." She called upon her magic, summoning her magic so that it would be ready.

Prepared action, Scorching Ray

Tarik went and opened the door up.

Anya's hands glowed an icy white as she prepared her spell. Tarik slowly opened the door, gun at the ready for trouble. The heroes held their breath as the door landed on the ground revealing...a ladder. There were no monsters or traps waiting for them.

"Well that's disappointing," Ophelia said with a small pout. "Anyway, we only have two stories down to reach the throne room. There should be plenty of time to search the other rooms for fancy jewel- I mean other prisoners like maids and stuff."

"You gonna ask those maids for any valuable keepsakes? You know, as a token of their gratitude?" Tarik asked rhetorically with a chuckle as he started down the ladder, keeping his pistol trained downward just in case.

"I tend to agree, magic is real confusing." Val replied to Tarik. "But if it means something that can keep us from becoming dead or inactive or whatever, I'm all ears."

"You've got better things to do than rifle the pockets of the maids. Anyways, we haven't got the kind of money you want, that's why we become serving girls." Val said with a frown at Tarik. Not that she disapproved of Ophelia's nose for treasure.

She looked down the ladder. "On we go. Never been in a throne room before."

"I dunno," Tarik called back up from down the ladder. "If you're any example of the average serving girl in Stagsreach, those maids should have plenty of clank in their pocket unless they got their own blessed swords. Course by that same logic if you're the average serving girl, I'd reckon they don't even need saving to start with," he added with a laugh.

"Oi. Keep your head on straight. Plenty of time to check out what they were hiding here after we stop, well, giant demon things from killing us all."

Nikandros began to descend down the ladder, keeping a close eye out for any trouble.

"What's between us and the throne room?" Anya asked as she started to move down the ladder, thankful that she wore pants instead of robes.

"We've got one floor besides this one, human guards, hostages, and likely fiendish guards too. We'll see what we can find. Nik take point," Ophelia said pushing Nikandros towards the stairs.

"Out in front to eat all of the death again, I'm excited"

Nik peered down the stairs, advancing as quietly as he could in full plate mail.

"What's at the bottom of these stairs anyway? Another group of fun little constructs that'll try and eat us?"

"Thanks for the compliment to my self-saving abilities. But I didn't buy my sword and armor." Val said to Tarik. "They were bequeathed to me by a man who was like a father to me." Val lied. Exactly like my father, in that I never met him.

Val held on to her skirt and shot a preemptive glare down the ladder. "Eyes towards the stairs, you two." She climbed down after Anya. "If not constructs, something just as bad. I doubt they took over this place by being pushovers."

The intrepid party gathered forth and entered the second floor of the fortress. They were careful and sure to look in every room to prevent ambushes. When they reached the last room before the stairs down, they saw a staggeringly handsome man holding a sword to a maid's throat. On the floor next to them was the body of another serving girl but this one was already dead.

The man was tall and well-muscled with bat-like wings neatly folded behind his back. Everything about him was just a little too perfect to be natural.

perception check and kn(planes)

"That's quite far enough, unless you want this poor woman's blood on your hands," the man said in a calm, silky voice. "Back away and let me pass."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Perception: Val is too distracted by the man's threat and the maid's helplessness to notice anything else out-of-the-ordinary.

perc: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Perception: Tarik also does not notice anything out of the ordinary. He is sure that no one is sneaking up behind them.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Val shifted into a guard stance with her sword. "What makes you think she means anything to us?" she bluffed. In truth, she very much wanted to save the girl. "Go back where you came from and we won't have to hurt you, demon. What do you want with this place, anyways?" Shame those looks are on a demon