GM Brunoreturns' Shattered Star (Inactive)

Game Master brunoreturns

"The mistress and her goblins. Nobody else likes going in there, the place smells horrible and has sewage running through the whole thing.

I'm glad she never asked us to stand guard inside."

Paëral shrugs to his companions. "It must be Natalya...but why would she be in league with Goblins?"

Paëral shrugs to his companions. "It must be Natalya...but why would she be in league with Goblins?"

Celia raises her sword and comes down hard pommel first on the back to f the thug’s neck. The thug collapses under the blow unconscious. Celia looks up to Paeral, Does it matter what sort of unconscionable creatures this woman hangs out with? If she’s in there then our mission leads us to follow no? Celia nudges the collapses man with her foot. We’ll leave this one for the garbage collectors, let’s move on our quarry before they’ve more time to prepare! Celia’s excitement is palpable.

note: I know the the thug isn’t necessarily helpless I’m just doing this for flavor sake because I believe this current battle is over and it doesn’t matter much what happens to the thug.

The thug collapses in a heap. The other thug screeches in surprise and involuntarily pulls against the restraining claw of Ulyi.

"Yeah, er, so ya weren't here yet when I sent in da rat, right? Jest be careful - dere ain't much of a floor inside da door - meanin' none."

Ulyi looks to Squint. Squint shrugs.

The eidolon sighs and growls at the cowering thug.

"Run," Ulyi purrs. "Run quickly and run far. If I see you in Magnimar again, I will eat you."

Ulyi releases the thug and watches him scamper off.

"I hope he doesn't have friends," Ulyi mutters as she watches him go.

Green quickly runs off into the streets, muttering thanks to any gods whose names he can remember.

One thug lies unconscious in the street, while three light crossbows, two morningstars, and one light wooden shield lie discarded on the street.

The door to the shed where they were stationed remains open, while the door to the boarding house is currently closed.

Paëral looks at the thug running off, making sure he's well gone before checking the shed...

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Light filtering through the boarded up windows and open door reveal a floor littered with fresh garbage, discarded food, and other signs of recent occupation.

It appears the guards have been spending most of their time here in the shed for the past few days.

There is nothing else of interest.

For expediency, I moved everyone to Slide 4. Paeral is currently situated in front of the shed, while others are milling about outside.

Paëral moves on to the door, looking it over...if locked he'll attempt to pick it...

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Disable Device: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

The door is neither trapped nor locked.

Paeral opens the door and looks inside.

The entire floor of this chamber has collapsed into the pool of water five feet below. The earthen walls of this flooded subcellar ooze with foul rivulets, and the smell is abominable. Two oozing sewer pipes protrude through the east wall of this pit just above the level of the sewage. Part of the ceiling above the entrance has collapsed, revealing an attic crawlspace above; a rickety ladder leads up from the water into the crawlspace. A door stands in the far wall across the sludge pit. A wooden plank balanced between both doors makes a precarious bridge between the two doors.

Reillana hisses at the smell as she peers over Paeral's shoulder, though her mask mitigates the worst of it. "Ugh, this is vile! Why would anyone choose to dwell here?"

Still, the group has a job to do so she murmurs the words of a spell to pick out magical auras and scans the room.

Cast Detect Magic. Looks like there's no way into the rest of the structure from the room we're looking at now?

Squint frowns at the situation, then sighs and picks up one of the discarded morningstars.

"It smells like bilge and black water," Squint offers. He turns to Ulyi. "We might as---"

Ulyi interrupts him.

"If you think that I am headed in that latrine, then I fear that you are more demented than I previously thought," Ulyi pronounces with finality. "I shall watch for trouble out here."

Squint turns back to the rest of the group with a shrug.

"Ulyi can be pretty determined when their mind has been made up. Why don't I dismiss you so I can make use of my powers for---?"

"That sounds reasonable. Please dismiss me immediately."

With a puff of chilled air, the eidolon disappears.

Squint turns to the rest of the party.

"I can summon various other creatures to aid us if we need."

He unhooks his sling from his belt and heaves a big sigh.

"Ready?"

Barkot picks up one of the discarded morningstars, swings it around a few times to test its balance, and hangs it on his belt with a shrug.

"Anybody want any o' dis stuff? Mebbe we should stick anyt'in' we ain't gonna use in da shed, so's we c'n grab it later. I know a guy who pays decent coin fer weapons an' armor dat ya might find jest layin' aroun' after a fight."

Moving to the front door - we should move our tokens to the door at the upper right, correct?

Barkot feels an uncomfortable sense of deja vu, as he sees -- and smells -- the floorless room for the second time, but the first time with his own eyes (and nose). "Yeah, pretty much like I saw it. Dat board held da rat. Ya t'ink it's gonna hold us?"

@Reillana The door you were looking in was the shed. Paeral had already moved on to the front door of the boarding house, but hadn't moved his token. No, there is no entry from the shed into the boarding house.

There are no magical auras

"Anybody want any o' dis stuff? Mebbe we should stick anyt'in' we ain't gonna use in da shed, so's we c'n grab it later. I know a guy who pays decent coin fer weapons an' armor dat ya might find jest layin' aroun' after a fight."

Celia raises an eye at the half orc, then shrugs bending down and retrieving a morning star of her own, then hooking it on to her weapons belt. I'm not worried about the weapons...In this area the street whelps will make off with anything we stash as soon as we leave. Celia looks around at the open windows and the darkened alleys searching for the probing eyes she knows are watching. Keep what you want leave the rest. Otherwise it might invite curious eyes to investigate our doings further.

Celia saddles up next to Paëral and whispers, Nothing dangerous so far?*wink* nudging Paëral with a gentle playful elbow, while at looking suspiciously at the plank. Lead the way faithful elf, I'll be right behind you. Says Celia as she reaches in her pack for a light source.

Celia keeps her sword drawn while activating a sunrod and holding it in her other hand. Celia will allow one 5ft empty space between her and Paëral otherwise she follows directly behind him. When Paëral moves please move Celia accordingly (anyone can move my pawn thx) Celia will also follow Paëral across the plank if he determines it's safe.

"Well if there's any magic it's deeper inside," Reillana remarks, eying the plank dubiously and carefully testing her weight on it with one foot.

The plank seems sturdy enough. 8 inches wide. It will require a DC10 Acrobatics check to attempt crossing

There are multiple possible ways to attempt this unusual situation, so I am not prodding the party along. Probably many others that I can't think of. Once someone decides to enter, just describe what you are doing, please

After Celia's comment and before moving to the front door:

Barkot shrugs at Celia's dismissal of his idea. "So if dey're gone when we come back, dey're gone. Ain't gonna cost us nuthin to chuck 'em into da shed an' close da door."

Barkot picks up the crossbows and shield, tosses them into the shed, piles some of the refuse on top of them, shuts the door carefully, and heads over to the front of the house. As he passes the unconscious thug, he bends down and unhooks the quiver of crossbow bolts from the man's belt and clips it onto his own. He loads his crossbow with one of his newly-acquired bolts as he joins Paëral and the others at the door.

He holds out the rope he found earlier in the alley. "Mebbe we ought ta tie dis aroun’ each udder in case da board breaks?"

There are no more morningstars, Celia. There were two: Squint claimed one as did Barkot.

Squint follows behind everyone. He defers at having a rope tied to his waist.

"I'll just drag you all down if and when I fall" he grimaces.

Paëral follows Celia across...

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

...once across he'll draw his bow...

Better let de udders go first.

He hangs his buckler on his belt, so that it won't through off his balance, but makes no move to start across. Instead, he watches Paëral and Celia silently jockey for position to avoid going first. Once they're across - and assuming Reillana follows - he leans over to talk with Squint.

"I t'ink yer weird buddy had da right idea. Not lookin' forward ta swimming in da pond o' crap down dere." He sighs. "An' I jest had a bath, too."

Barkot gives the plank a skeptical look. "Ya wanna go first? I'm big enough I could bust up da board if I fall."

After Paëral makes it across and draws his bow, he'll look for traps and foes...

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

...and, if clear, he'll wave Celia and the others over...

As Paeral starts crossing the plank, hoots sound out from the sewer pipes. Three goblins emerge and spread out in filth below Surprise round move actions

Green, wielding a broom handle attempts to dislodge the plank, but misses the bridge. Squealing angrily, he starts to draw back the broom for another attempt.

Broom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Blue throws a pouch at Paeral. The pouch splatters all over his armor, releasing a noxious blend of nightsoil and broken glass. The shards of glass bite into Paeral's flesh, while the disgusting concoction Sickens him.

Fort save, please

Pouch: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Previous Acrobatics checks will be allowed for crossing the plank. I will allow Paeral to open the opposite door and stand in that entrance (if he wants to, given other information the party already knows about the next room). One character may also stand in the doorway to the street. Otherwise, you are either standing on the plank, outside the building, or jump down in the pit.

The pit is 5 feet deep, and covered in a pool of sewage that will impede movement. The goblins don't seem to be impacted by the movement. Due to the angle, firing missile weapons from outside the building will be very difficult

Round 1
Bold may act

Green
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 1+ rounds Needs Fort Save
Barkot
Celia
Red
Squint
Reillana

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

After retching, Paëral will open the opposite door, and stand in the entrance...

1d6 ⇒ 5

Round 1
Bold may act

Green
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 4 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red
Squint
Reillana

I forgot to carry over party wound states in the block. I will add them in my next post

Celia moves across the plank and through the open door. (1/2 speed for balancing I assume) When she gets to the ledge on the other side of the door she instinctively drops her sunrod to the ground and begins to sheathe her sword in preparation, of drawing her bow in a moment.

Celia and Paeral attempt to find a better position from which to deal with the goblins.

Round 1
Bold may act

Green
??
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 4 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red
Squint
??
Reillana -3

Gobbos! Knew it!

Here we go. Try not ta be so mouthy dis time.

Barkot steps to the doorway and fixes his glare on the green-garbed goblin. Dropping his already gravely voice deeper, he intones, "Da city curses you all!"

Casting Bane, each goblin must make a DC 14 Will save or take a –1 penalty on attack rolls and a –1 penalty on saving throws against fear effects.

Will Green: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Will Blue: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Will Red: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

The green and blue goblins laugh off Barkot's spell, but the Red one appears to be affected.

He turns to Barkot and throws a pouch of his own. The pouch breaks on Barkot's shoulder, glass cutting his arm and the noxious substance causing him to gag. Fort save, please

The pouch hits the wall harmlessly and the substance slides back into the sewage.

Pouch,Bane: 1d20 - 1 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 - 1 = 14 I am reducing that by 2 for range increment, but it still touches Barkot By 4... I misremembered the range of improvised thrown weapons.

Round 1
Bold may act

Green
??
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 4 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red Bane 9 rounds
Squint
??
Reillana -3

"Dammit, I just had a bat'!" Barkot growls, as he flails in an unsuccessful attempt to dodge the crap bomb.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"Dammit, I just had a bat'!" Barkot growls, as he flails in an unsuccessful attempt to dodge the crap bomb.

[dice=Fortitude]1d20 + 2

I altered my ruling, so you actually didn't get hit, FYI

Got it.

Barkot makes a gesture at the red goblin known in the Underbridge as “flippin’ da boid.”

Squint steps behind Barkot so as to see the room and calls upon his summoning powers.

Casting Summon Monster I. Because of my summoner talent, the casting time is a standard action and the monster lasts for 1 minute per level (1 minute).

POP! A celestial dolphin (named Celine) starts swimming through the sewage towards the goblin on the east wall (green), propelling its sleek silver body at the unprepared assailant!

I don't know if this would be against a flat-footed AC, GM, but I'll let you determine that.

Slam Melee Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Squealing in protest at the filth it finds itself in, the dolphin slams into the goblin holding the broom.

I've never heard of a summoned creature getting the benefits of surprise on the round of its creation. I'd be glad to be proven wrong, but I don't think flat-footed would apply

Round 1
Bold may act

Green -4
??
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 4 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red Bane 9 rounds
Squint
Dolphin
??
Reillana -3

"Here goes nothing, try to cover me Barkot," Reillana slips past the half-orc and nimbly balances on the plank, taking aim at one of the goblins and firing.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Reillana's arrow is blocked by the goblin's shield.

The green goblin shies away from the dolphin, continuing its attempt to dislodge the bridge. With a shove, it sends the plank and Reillana plummeting into the ooze.

Squealing with glee, he drops the broom, draws his short sword and 5-foot steps to get closer to the fallen bard.

Fort save please

Broom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 13

In the other room, a goblin suddenly stands up from behind the crates and fires a too-large crossbow at Celia. I will say that you told Celia about the goblins, so she is not flat-footed

The bolt embeds itself in the wall next to Celia.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Note: The crates provide the ambushing goblin with cover

The blue goblin draws its short sword as it moves forward to swarm the fallen Reillana, but he can't quite find her through the muck.

Shortsword,Flank,Prone: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 4 = 10

Round 2
Bold may act

Green -4
Yellow
Blue
Paeral -1 Sickened 4 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red Bane 9 rounds
Squint
Dolphin
??
Reillana -3 Prone, Fort save needed

Paëral will fire at the blue goblin...

Longbow: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 21

Damage: 1d7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 2 = 5

Even firing into melee, Paeral's arrow flies true and deals a grievous wound to the Blue goblin. He looks bad, but is still standing.

Round 2
Bold may act

Green -4
Yellow
Blue -5
Paeral -1 Sickened 3 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red Bane 9 rounds
Squint
Dolphin
??
Reillana -3 Prone, Fort save needed

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Reillana lunges to her feet, sputtering and furious. "Oh, oh Goddess it got in my mouth, oh damn you you got s%&+ in my mouth!"

Barkot is stunned by Rellana's swearing as she spits out excrement.

Dat is one foul-mouthed elf! He chuckles quietly at his own joke, then fires his crossbow at the green-garbed goblin.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 141d8 ⇒ 1

Once he fires, Barkot takes a five-foot step back to allow Squint a better shot, and reloads his crossbow.

Celia calmly sheaths her sword and hoist her bow from her shoulders. She knocks an arrow and prepares to fire if given a clear shot. action economy: Celia sheaths her sword and draws her bow

Reillana feels no ill effects, but wonders about the long term consequences of being immersed in sewage.

Barkot's bolt flies wide, while Celia prepares a new weapon.

Red screams some unpleasant sounding words and moves in to attack the dolphin while drawing his shortsword, scoring a minor wound

Sword,Flank,Bane: 1d20 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 - 1 = 23
Confirm?: 1d20 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 - 1 = 9
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Round 2
Bold may act

Green -4
Yellow
Blue -5
Paeral -1 Sickened 3 rounds
Barkot
Celia
Red Bane 8 rounds
Squint
Dolphin -2
??
Reillana -3 Prone

Squint moves to flank the doorway leading into the cesspool, spying a goblin harassing Reillana on her flank. Squint summons a ball of acid and attempts to lob at the goblin.

Ranged Touch Attack, No Precise Shot: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 141d3 ⇒ 1

Celine the celestial dolphin swims within the sewage out from between the two goblins (5 foot step; has swim 80 speed) and menaces the one that just stabbed her (red).