GM Barty's Lost Mine of Phandelver (Inactive)

Game Master GM Barty

Idrix will drift to the middle of the order.

"Good luck, Zove!"

"You think one of them's a trap then? Maybe they have two hideouts?"

"Why build two bridges? It doesn't stand to reason...but hopefully it will stand beneath our weight, my friends." he hands the rope to Rory and crosses the left bridge, securing the other end to his waist.

Zove finds no suitable place to toss the rope on the ceiling, which is natural stone but mostly flat. Rory takes hold of the rope while Zove ties the other end to his waist.

There is a northern and southern bridge, which one did you mean by "left"?

Southern, sorry was thinking south was to my left for some reason...looking back now I see there is no real reason to believe that.
I will try to read gooder.

Lol, no worries!

With Rory bracing the rope around his waist, Zove steps onto the southern bridge, which seems stable with the first step. However, the ends of the bridge suddenly dislodge once the elf's weight fully shifts, tumbling into the crevasse. Rory holds fast, keeping Zove from suffering the same fate, but the momentum of the fall swings him into the side of the crevasse, taking 1d6 ⇒ 4 bludgeoning damage from the rough walls. The final pieces of the bridge join the jumble of rubble below, displaying a more grim fate that your precautions avoided.

Zove struggles back up to the edge of the chasm, laughing quietly at himself "*cough* Good hands, Rory...it would seem the Fates have given us a strange kind of luck. Shall we put the other to the same test?" he inquires, motioning to the northern bridge.

"Don't fall!", says Idrix with cupped hands, in a helpful mood.

Gelin peers over the edge of the new chasm, frowning. "Lot of trouble to build a trap bridge...maybe it's just old?"

Don't forget to update your HP Zove

While Zove hangs from the rope awaiting Rory to pull him up, a loud cackle fills your minds.

"They does not come to bring food! No, no, revenge for red ones. But if there is no food, then they shall be food!" The voice rattles in your minds.

Zove wanted to rub his temples but didn't let go of the rope, instead squinting his eyes hard and shaking it off "I think I may have received a blow to the head...hearing voices..."

Rory begins to haul up on the rope -- with more urgency after hearing the voices speak, apparently threateningly, in his head!

"No, ah hear it too!"

"Truly...? Who is this hidden trickster..." he shouts "Show yourself, coward!"

Idrix is incensed.

"Show yourself!" , he shouts, looking around for the hidden voice.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Gelin scans the area, trying to spot the speaker. "You've got to teach me this trick!" he calls out to the disembodied voice.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

The source of the voice remains unseen, as it continues to clamor in your heads. It is tinny, high pitched, and growing frantic.

"Food! Now! Bring it, give it, want it, or it dies!"

Unsheathing his sword and calling out "I have your food! Come on out and open wide and I will place it in your throat myself."

The voice rings in your heads, "Will! Feed meeee!"

A hunched, grotesque aberration reveals itself from behind the pillar on the west side of the cavern. It would be tall if it were to stand upright, and its hunched back is covered with rock-like spines protruding asymmetrically. Its sinewed limbs end in long, jagged claws. Its fierce jaw and long teeth are comically small compared to its lone, massive eyeball.

Round 1 Order:
Players <=====
Nothic

Tracking:
The nothic stands on the other side of the crevasse, 15 feet away from the party.
Navigating across the northern bridge and back to the nothic is 70 feet of movement.

Disgusted "Ugh...!! What is that foul thing?!" Zove dashes to the north, attempting to close to melee...60 ft move

Gelin's eyes go wide at the sight of the strange creature. He pats Rory on the shoulder. "Well, good luck with whatever you're about to do about this!"

one voucher of Bardic Inspiration! Good for one roll! Expires in ten minutes!

Idrix does his best to look concerned for the disgusting creature's welfare.

"Oh no! Look behind you! It's on fire!"

[ooc]Create bonfire in the 5ft area the creature just walked through, but not where it's standing, as a distraction/cutoff.

Deception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Food, eh? See what ah got - an' maybe you can tell us a bit of what goes on around 'ere."

Rory rummages in his pack for a second, pulling out a pouch of jerky and attempt to throw it across the crevasse at/to the thing.

-1 ration. will use the bardic inspiration if you need a roll.

Fire appears near the creature, just as a day's worth of rations lands at the creature's feet. Its eye twitches and jaw quivers as the crazed voice speaks again in your minds, "Dry? Dry!? Live meat will I eat!" The creature turns its gaze toward Zove, who has sprinted across the northern bridge and is now 10 feet away.

Zove CON Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

The elf feels energy washing over him, but feels no differently.

Round 2 Order:
Players <=====
Nothic

Tracking:
Zove is 10 feet away from the nothic.
Rory, Idrix and Gelin are 15 feet away from the nothic, on the other side of the crevasse.
Navigating across the northern bridge and back to the nothic is 70 feet of movement.

The strange energy washes over Zove, but only serves to amp up his battle fury. Closing in, he pushes himself beyond any normal limit, despite his heavy wounds...

Second Wind: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 hp regained

Revitalized, he attempts to slice across the creatures eye with full force...

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Is there a way I could position myself to shove the nothic into the crevasse? (next turn)

"Well, screw you, weird thing!", says Idrix as he lets the bonfire sputter out and lobs a bolt of flame at the creature.

Fire Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 7

Rory calls on Torm to smite the beast before moving to the bridge to join Zove.

sacred flame - DC 13 DeX save or fire damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3, then 25 foot move.

Gelin stops at the end of the bridge, watching as Zove and Rory close in on the strange...thing. He glances at the bridge, then thinks better of it and instead utters a short spell, stabbing at its mind.

dissonant whispers, psychic damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 1) = 11 WIS save vs DC12 for half damage, if failed, must move away from caster.

Nothic DEX Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Nothic WIS Save: 1d20 ⇒ 4

The nothic ducks Zove's slice as the elf circle around it, keeping the creature between himself and the crevasse. Fire strikes the nothic's back, and radiant flame falls upon its shoulders, and its clawed hands cover its ears, as a scream fills your heads.

The nothic suddenly charges past Zove, running toward the southern set of steps that descend to the west.

Round 3 Order:
Players <=====
Nothic

Tracking:
Zove is 15 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.
Rory is 10 feet away from the northern bridge and 60 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.
Rory, Idrix and Gelin are 85 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.
The nothic is out of sight.

AoO? Zove will pursue and double attack if possible.

AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Get it!", urges Idrix, as he tries to move to a place where he can see the creature - and burn it!

If a move action gets him within line of sight

Fire bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 5

"Don' get yerself killed!" Rory grumbles, as Zove disappears out of sight in pursuit of the creature, and rushes across the bridge and toward the stairs to back up the elf.

dash - 50ft move

Gelin dashes to keep up with the group. "Never a dull moment!"

Zove's attack of opportunity and regular attacks happen but Idrix's movement does not bring him within sight of the nothic.

Zove feels his scimitar bite into nothic flesh as it flees from Gelin, and the elf follows closely as the rest of the party tries to catch up. Zove descends the set of steps, on the offensive. The nothic ducks away from the elf's first attack, but takes another cut on its side from the following scimitar. Blood drips from its wounds and mouth and its jaw twitches erratically.

Gelin, Rory and Idrix all cross the northern bridge.

Claw Attack at Zove: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Claw Attack at Zove: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

The nothic goes into a frenzy, frantically slashing and clawing at Zove in a desperate final assault. Claws rake across Zove's chest, dealing 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 and 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 slashing damage (for a total of 13).

Round 4 Order:
Players <=====
Nothic

Tracking:
Zove is at the base of the steps, engaged in melee with the nothic.
Gelin is 25 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.
Rory is 35 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.
Idrix is 55 feet away from the steps that the nothic descended.

Zove staggers under assault "Yes, you understand creature, you will not survive the day!" and snaps a quick double slice across its guts...

Attack 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Idrix lobs another ball of flame at the creature.

"How about crispy meat - yours!"

Fire Bolt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 10

Hearing blows exchanged beyond the stairs, Rory continues his rush to support Zove.

Dash - intent to end in melee with the nothic, ideally on the far side of it to cut off further retreat.

Gelin follows Zove down, rapier drawn. Once he lays eyes on the creature again, he whispers another spell, sending another scream directly into its mind.

dissonant whispers: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3) = 10

One final scream echoes through your minds, and is cut off as [b]Zove[b] brings his blade across the nothic's eye with a heavy slash. The creature crumples lifelessly to the stone floor.

The chase has brought you to the top of a staircase that descends to a narrow, single-file hallway. Further down, there is a closed door to the south, and the hallway turns to the right. Behind you is the large cavern with the crevasse.

"Anyone checking that door?"

Breathing heavily "In all my travels I've never seen its like...why would the Redbrands keep such a strange guardian...?" he ponders.

Hmm, were there other exits in the room with the 2 bridges besides these stairs? Let me check back sec...

edit: yep looks like a small room and another hall on this level. Fine descending here though.

Straight ahead of you across the southern bridge, is a narrow hallway with a descending set of stairs. To the north, you see a smaller room cut into the cavern. Across the northern bridge, you can just make out another narrow hallway to the west. Both sides of the crevasse are narrow.

Zove cautiously inspects the hall and the door before opening it...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

...but some of the nothic's eyeball juice splashed in his eye, and he keeps winking involuntarily.

Once at the door, Zove sees that after the hallway turns, it ends after 10 feet at another closed wooden door to the north. Both doors have iron handles, hinges, and built-in locks.

Tracking:
There are two doors in this hallway, one to the north and to the south.
The hallway exits to the east into the cavern with the crevasse.

"Any tracks?"

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

The area is clear of dust, indicating that the passage has seen some use, but the stone floor makes it difficult to find anything more specific.

"Long as we see them before they see us, right?" Gelin exhales as he falls in with the group.
"Though, I'm a bit drained, to be honest. No real spells left. Just putting that out there..."

Sorry, should have pointed out, the nothic fell before the second casting of dissonant whispers, so Gelin has that spell slot back.

"Might as well try this one?" Rory indicates the closest (south?) door to Zove. "Ye want me ta take the lead this time, or ye happy continuin' ta get beat up on?"

"The day is long, but I have some fight left in me yet, my friend. I will admit the moisture of this Coast is ruining my Zakharan armor though, I should hope to find a replacement soon." he tears off a few small flakes of white leather; once sun scorched and now soggy, brittle like wet newspaper.

Zove opens the south door, again using the mage hand rope trick if possible.

How far away are you when you open it using mage hand?

I think I started with 30 ft so lets stick with that if possible.

Zove's mage hand pushes the door open. Gruff voices from inside shout in a strange tongue.