Feral's Devil We Know (Inactive)

Game Master Feral

Assuming Chorister kept his spell.

CLW for Rhyno: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 6, 8) + 3 = 21

Ryster heads back toward the dock. We ready? As he waits for the party, he asks. Think we're going to encounter anymore of those undead?

Should we not use the potions first, both orcs had a couple of potions, so that means at least 4 potions are around. Rhyno used one already, but that could be 3 saved charges from the wand. We should try to save those as much as possible. Also, after the 2nd charge, Rhyno would have waved off any additional as he was fully recovered.

"Yeah, I think we should get goin, now that the people are free. Not a very hidden basement if its on map, eh?" says Rhyno as he does a few stretches and flexes to make sure all the limbs still function.

The party makes their way to the shipyards and without much trouble finds the warehouse noted on the map - warehouse that is suspiciously unguarded. The hidden trapdoor is located exactly where the map notes it should be and leads down into a dark passage.

A smell, not unlike wet dog, fills this room. The corners are occupied by dirty straw pallets covered by wrinkled, mildew-encrusted blankets. A single dilapidated table and four cracked and uneven chairs surround it. A passage way opens to the east leading deeper into the compound.

A thin man in ratty furs sneers when the party enters. He motions to two monstrous rats to attack!

Alexia: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Chorister: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Rhyno: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Rhyster: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Druid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Mooks: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

The party is up.

Ryster shakes his head and fires his musket at the thin man. I have had it with these treehuggers and their rats! He then reloads his weapon.

RTA PBS: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

I don't think we should use the potions as they can be carried and used by anyone, but there's only one wand. The potions can be used in a pinch by whoever is hurt, the wand is only held by one person at a time. I think using the wand first is wisest, from a resource perspective. So my 2cp, save the spontaneous cast, but use the wand before the potions.

Chorister moves his hand from his nose long enough to touch Rhyno's back, letting a small but potent bit of magic flow into him. "What a smell!"

Cast Guidance on Rhyno.

"Thanks." Rhyno grumbles as he charges on the nearest rat, his maul whirling in his hands. "Shoulda tried to talk, ye can't win." he says to the man in back as he brings the weapon in a cruel arc.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 142d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14

Due to charge, AC is 16 for this round

"I suppose you wish me to keep one alive for questioning?" Alexia asks mockingly of Chorister. As she speaks, she moves forward, her hair lashing out at the rat.

Move to E14.
Hair attack vs. Rat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Hair damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Bah, I forgot about you guys all day. Speak up next time!

Alexia's hair slams into one of the dire rats snapping its spine and Rhyno's hammer splatters the other. The man in ratty furs grunts in pain as Ryster's bullet slams into him.

Victim: 1d2 ⇒ 2

With an unintelligible cry, the rushes forward with a club raised high at the Ulfen.

Vs Rhyno: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

The party is up.

Seeing only 1 foe left, Rhyno uses the bit of guidance given to him by Chorister. Heaving his weapon in a vicious overheaded chop, he tries to end the threat to his group.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 = 142d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 = 16

Ryster moves to position with a cleat view and fires his musket at the druid.

RTA PBS: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Surrender, little man," Alexia calls, "And we may even let you live." With a flick of her wrist and a single word, another spell is cast.

Casting daze (DC 14).

Chorister debates internally on whether to use more spells, but holds off for now, not knowing what they'll face, instead dropping the crossbow and moving in with the mace, aiming to take up a flanking position with Rhyno, "Yes dear fellow, you really should give it up." and flails wildly with his mace, not really coming that close to hitting, but hopefully distracting the villain for the much stronger Rhyno.

Aid Another lower foes AC by 2 for Rhyno, DC10: 1d20 ⇒ 13 Success! If able to flank then baddy is -4AC for Rhyno's next attack.

Waiting to see if the 14 and 13 hit, yes?

Ryster’s bullet wings the man and Rhyno’s hammer quickly finishes him, crushing his skull like an eggshell.

Movement can be heard from further east.

Ryster reloads as the party goes to investigate.

Rhyno waits a moment for the others to check to corpse for anything of interest before heading east.

Chorister, kneeling gingerly beside the corpse, carefully picks through his clothes, careful to not get any blood on his hands. "My my, there goes another one." he mutters of the dead fellow before straitening and following the others, crossbow reloaded and ready.

The dead man doesn’t seem to have anything of interest or value on him other than a handful of coins.

Yoink! Tallyho!

Ryster listens and peers in the direction of the noise, trying to discern any information.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Ryster hears footsteps and talking but no discernible details.

Ryster shrugs, "Well, let's go check it out." He moves to the opening of the corridor and waits for his party, before continuing.

Chorister skips forward a few steps, and touches whoever's in the lead (Rhyno?) lightly on the shoulder, "A bit of uhh... magic to help us along." he says by way of explanation, and then follows closely along himself as they investigate the noise.

Cast Guidance on Rhyno (I believe)

"Thank you." Rhyno again murmurs as he continues down the hall, taking the lead if Ryster will allow him.

When Ryster steps into the hall entrance, a click is heard and an axe flies through the room!

Vs Ryster: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Vs Rhyno: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Was it one axe that passed through Ryster, or are there multiple axes? Also, OWW

Ryster curses, looking back at Rhyno. Watch where you walking big man. He says with a wink, then his face turns serious. My apologies Rhyno, that could have been much worse. Let's get patched up and go get the bastard that set this. Ryster gets Chorister to use the wand on him and Rhyno, the tries to sneak down the hall.

CLW Rhyno: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW Rhyno: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Also expending a charge on Ryster, minimum heals him to full.

It was a single axe that flew through a line.

Chorister watches in horror as the axe gouges his two companions, "Uhh... I dare so we should uh... be careful. Ahem!" he says when the others appear ready to proceed.

"I do watch were I step, so I don't slip in gore after my triumphs" retorts Rhyno with a grin. "I also learned not ta stand behind ya."

Ready to proceed. NOT standing inline with Ryster

Aye, let's go.

Tall vaulted ceilings disappear into darkness high above as candles and torches barely illuminate the lower reaches of this room. Along the north wall are three cell doors, thick wooden affairs bracketed by solid steel bracings with small, six-inchsquare windows set high in them. Enormous crates, barrels, and sacks of goods are stacked neatly in the southwest corner of the room. The floor is clean granite, etched with a wavy line pattern that permeates throughout the entire room; the design even climbs the walls and disappears into the vaults above. A rat-shaped chalk drawing dominates the floor in the center of the room, clearly depicting a dire rat leaning forward as if to pounce. Thick wooden doors in the east wall
lead to a set of steep stairs beyond.

"You're late my love", a gentle baritone calls out as the party enters the room.

"What the- You're not my beloved", a young Taldan man in breastplate with a flail at his hip says as the group comes into view. Standing adjacent him is an undead figure in rotted armor, unarmed other than a pair of deadly claws.

"Kill them! They can't stop the coming Cataclysm!"

Alexia: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Chorister: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Rhyno: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Rhyster: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Boss: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Mooks: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Rhyno is up.

Hearing the man's orders, Rhyno knows parlay is out of the question, not that he really wanted to anyway. Charging in at the closest foe H, he brings the earthbreaker around in a nasty arcing swing.

Charge attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 = 192d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 = 17

The armored undead buckles under Rhyno's massive blow but stands his ground and fires back with deadly claws.

Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Chorister and Ryster are up.

Ryster moves up the wall to get a better view, then raises his musket and fires at the Taldan.

RTA PBS: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Move to U11 and shoot at DT

Edit: Meant U11

Bah, feel free to bot me if I'm taking too long.

Not liking the beating Rhyno is taking, Chorister does hurry over and touch the mans shoulder, expending another spell to heal the damaged man.

Spontaneous Cast (Obscuring Mist) - CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 I believe I still have bless left.

The young Taldan digs a holy symbol mirroring the one you saw wielded by the woman aboard the ship.

"Die interlopers!"

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 4

DC: 13 Will save for half.

Rhyno is up.

save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Rhyno continues to bludgeon the undead thing in front of him, this time trying to shatter the foes legs.

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 172d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 = 11
@ 7/14 hp

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Rhyno's hammer connects again, this time smashing the armored undead figure to pieces.

Chorister, Alexia, and Ryster are up.

Ryster reloads and fires again at the Taldan.

Fire!: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
Whamo!: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Alexia moves to U14 and casts *gasp* daze at the man (DC 14).

The man reels from Alexia's spell just long enough to get a bullet in the gut. With a hateful snarl on his lips, he falls to the ground dying.

Encounter over!

Ryster wipes the sweat from his brow and begins searching the bodies and the room.

Ryster discovers that the crates and barrels on the northern side of the room contain foodstuffs and medical goods, enough supply a small army for a time.

The fallen cleric has breastplate and a flail of common quality and wears an amulet in the shape of a stylized skull. Chorister recognizes this as the emblem of Groetus, God of the End Times. On his hip there is a ring of keys.

To the south there are four cell doors with small barred windows in each. A peek inside reveals all of them to be packed with prisoners and one contains an unconscious Cestis.

Ryster grabs the keys and attempts to unlock Cestis' cell, then checks the others.

Cestis has been badly beaten but his injuries aren't life threatening. The other prisoners have all suffered similar abuse but all appear capable of a full recovery.

"Thank you!" one of them cries out. "That man was insane. He was going to sell us as slaves."

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Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Chorister shakes off much of the painful channel, and channels on his own, looking to bolster those recently rescued.

Channel: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Chorister's pulse of positive energy mends the cuts and bruises of the battered prisoners and gives many of them the strength to move about under their own power.

Cestis stirs, "Ughhhh... A rescue team?"