GM Dennis - Professional Golfblin Association Desert Classic [closed] (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Muldoon

Botting for Oiur (at Andrew's request):Hearing the Professor's call to draw the creatures away, Oiur steps next to Ibb and readies their earthbreaker, all the while singing.

Both statues advance, intent on destroying the intruder that attempted to pass through their doors. As the orange one steps forward, Oiur's earthbreaker connects, further damaging the already badly cracked statue, but not quite bringing it down.

orange attack vs. Ibb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

green attack vs. Ibb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

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None Shall Pass!

Gosh, there sure are a lot of things waiting to kill us in here.

Eugressia flicks her wand at the orange one again.

magic missile!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Eugressia's bolt strikes true, breaking off a large chunk of the badly damaged statue, but not bringing it down.

The Professor dashes around the side of the room to flank the jackal-headed monstrosity, sliding his spring-blade into his hand as he does so.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Damage: 1d3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + (1, 5) = 8 If that Hits

The Professor's sneaky blade strikes the statue at a vulnerable spot, but does not seem to do any damage. Hits, but not enough to overcome the hardness.

"How's they still activatin'?!"

Rowdy fire another ray of positive energy at the green statue.

Arcane Gun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Disrupt Undead: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"We need to do us more damage, Professor!"

why are we not focus firing? I suspect one of these would be down by now if we were.

Ibb will swing at orange again, which is the most damaged one.

MWK Nodachi +9 -1 Power Attack +1 Inspired Rage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Slashing: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Ibb's ray seems to dim the strength of the green statue, while Ibb finally dispatches Orange.

Botting for Oiur:
Oiur continues their tune as they step over the rubble of the recently dispatched statue and swing their mighty earthbreaker, connecting solidly with the remaining foe.

earth breaker, inspired rage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
damage, inspired rage: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 4 + 2 = 16

The remaining statue is undaunted by the destruction of its ally, turning to swing at the closest creature to the door (AKA Professor Lacrymose).

green attack vs. Professor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 <-Uh oh!
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 <-Oh no!
crit damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

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None Shall Pass!

Rowdy's shot right there was the first one that could have taken Orange down, and did about the same amount of damage as Ibb's shot after hardness. You haven't missed many focus fire opportunities.

I'm back, and thanks for taking the reigns, Dennis! (And for continuing to be a better combatant than that ho-hum Andrew-driven Oiur :p)

Oiur's battered body thrums with the effort of raising the earth breaker once again. They begin to circle around the statue, aiming the hammer's dense head towards its stony back.
Earth breaker: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 = 11

"Well done Ibb. Professor, you okay back there?!"

Rowdy continues to fire positive energy at the green statue.

Arcane Gun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Disrupt Undead: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Did you remember to drink your Ibbaltine?

Crummy combirdshials!

Drink your Ibbaltine! Drink it now!

Awwww… Ibb pulls a tiny tin flask from his bandolier. He grimmaces when he drinks, then crushes it in his gauntleted fist.

His armor groans: the breastplate suddenly pops outwards as if under great strain, and rolls of muscle try to swell from the new crevices forming between pieces of plate mail.

Besieged by growing mounds of greasy flesh, Ibb's eyes seem even tinier.

He grips his butter knife in both hands and raises it high: BAD! DOGGY! BOO-BOO! ROCK! BAD!!

Move & Standard: Pull out and drink a strength mutagen; he'll stay where he is, so it's also going to mean an AOO.

At the sight of Ibb's transformation, Oiur's eyes practically pop out of their head.

Oiur swings again, this time unable to connect. Rowdy continues sapping the life force of the creature with his gun, while Ibb takes a break for a quick refreshment.

AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Professor Lacrymose and Eugressia may act.

Eugressia flicks her wand again, getting nervous.

magic missile!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Ow

The Professor seems a bit stunned by the blow, and combined with his ineffectual strike, backs up a bit, pulling out a wand and jabbing himself with it.

Cure Light: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"That was... rather painful. I'm afraid that finesse doesn't appear to be the answer, here, my friends."

Eugressia's force bolt causes visible cracks to appear on the statue, while the Professor makes a tactical retreat. The statue once again turns to attack the creature nearest the door. In this case, Oiur.

khopesh: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 <--The tide seems to have shifted on these attack rolls.
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

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None Shall Pass!

Ibb will move in the most simple and direct way to flank with Oiur, inducing another AOO, then furiously chop down on the statue.

NO LIKE…

MWK Nodachi+9 -1 Power Attack +1 Inspired Rage +2 Mutagen +2 flank: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Confirm: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

THING

AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Ibb raises his massive butter knife as he steps into position, exposing his core to attack as he does so. The statue takes advantage, striking quickly, but its khopesh scrapes harmlessly off the big man's armor. The force of Ibb's blow pulverizes bits of the statue, creating a thick cloud of dust that hangs in the air for a moment, obsucring the statue. As it settles the rest of you can see a the nodachi lodged in the stone tile beneath, the statue split in half and crumbled into two heaps of stone.

That not only confirms, it would have one-shot an undamaged statue even through the hardness. Out of combat.

Covered beak to claw in pale debris, the bird flits down to the rubble and looks about. I guess you could say… another one bites the dust. He coughs up a chalky puff of powder.

Ibb wrenches the butter knife out of the floor and falls backwards, narrowly missing Irp and raising a large cloud of dust.

Why you eatin' dust? How come you ghost now?

He looks at the door. Time to go?

When the dog-headed statue explodes in front of them. Oiur's cry of pain at the khopesh's strike turns into an immense coughing fit. Their song ebbs away over the several moments it takes for them to return to normal breathing and to, thanks to Ibb, metaphorically collect their jaw from its place on the floor.

"I'm... not sure I want any Ibbeltine." They reach down and offer a hand to help lift Ibb up. "Pancakes seem a lot safer." Looking down at the big man, they take a second to search his eyes. Still the same Ibb in there?

The effort of helping him to his feat brings another sound of distress; Oiur fishes into their pouch to use the by-now-familiar wand. (1 charge used, now 36/50)
Injuries tended, they use the head of their hammer to sift through the debris, then glance about the room...
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
...their gaze coming to rest on the double doors. "Must be something important in there, if it was behind a secret door and then guarded by those things." They look at Rowdy, then hitch their head towards the big doors; dog dust poofs from their scarlet hair. "Shall we try detecting over detectoring?"

The professor continues to heal himself and will follow through the door.

Two more charges uses

Rowdy shifts the toothpick in his mouth, thinking, as he detects for magic on the door.

”I agree with Oiur. We right in assuming we’s goin’ in here next? I ain’t afraid, mind you, I’m just makin’ sure you all don’t have somethin’ else you’d rather do. Cause like Oiur here, I got me a feelin’ that whatever’s behind this door is gonna try its damnedest to ruin our good time.” He grins then. ”An’ we done been havin’ such a good time.”

Oiur does not find anything searching the room but debris. The now-unguarded doors do not appear to be magical, but there is a visible keyhole.

The Professor will take a minute and brew an extract of Locksight, then begin examining the lock.

Ibb will use a couple charges off his wand to heal up. He will also chug his Maple and Blueberry syrups. Antiplague & antitoxin

He stares intently at the keyhole, and then at his butter knife, then at the keyhole again, then at his butter knife again…. then he looks at Oiur. Pancakes!?

Unfortunately Ibb is the same as he always is, Oiur. I can't change that. With his special drink, he's just… even more himself…

The bird waddles back and forth on Ibb's head and mutters to itself about altering the experimental formula, adding more flavor syrup, and wings.

Satisfied that he has identified the lock, and is confident in his ability to pick it, he checks the door for traps.

Didn't we find a key somewhere?

Didn't we find a key somewhere?

You did.

Satisfied that he has identified the lock, and is confident in his ability to pick it, he checks the door for traps.

After a careful and thorough search, you find no apparent traps on the door. You find no traps taking 20.

"Sorry, Rowdy my dear boy, did you say something?"

”I said, we got us this gilded gold key. I’m sure you was just occupied with examinin’ that periapt, Professor.”

Rowdy produces the key and then casts heighten awareness on himself before putting the key in the lock.

”Better git yer pancakes in now, ‘cause I don’t wanna hear a bunch a bellyachin’ afterwards,” he says with a grin.

Ready check!

Ibb starts running in place and takes a few practice swings with his butter knife. From atop his bald dome, his bird friend greedily eyes the gilded key.

Ready

The Professor steps back to allow the others room, and hits himself with a charge of his Shield wand.

Ready

Eugressia doesn't even bother putting her wand away. She nods, solemnly.

Ready!

”Alrighty then.”

Rowdy turns the key and opens the door!

Oiur, you can have done whatever prep you would like before opening the door as well.

Huge granite slabs form the peaked roof of this chamber, the walls of which are incised with thousands of tiny hieroglyphs. In the center of the chamber lies an open stone sarcophagus, its granite lid cracked and broken on the floor next to it. A beautifully decorated wooden coffin lies inside, its lid also askew. Four alabaster canopic jars stand like guardians at the foot of the sarcophagus, while various grave goods lie heaped around the walls of chamber.

A voice booms out, dry as the grave:

You see two figures standing side-by-side. The first is a humanoid, wrapped in ornate but badly time-worn fabrics. Next to them is a creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of a falcon. The flesh is rotting off its bones as it stands, obviously subservient to the humanoid figure.

Knowledge(history): 1d20 ⇒ 2

Knowledge(Religion) 1/2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Knowledge(Religion) 2/2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

The bird bobs its head at the figure wrapped in fabric. A "mommy" — undead, hit it with fire!

It jabs its beak at the other creature: It's also undead, and quick, and a sphinx!

Looks like 3 questions on the heiracosphinx.
1. One special attack, if any
2. DR
3. One other interesting thing about it.

1. It has a 'Quick Strikes' ability, that lets it make an extra attack on a full-round attack action.
2. No DR
3. It's large size, but only has 5ft reach. It can also fly, badly.
There's not much else interesting about it.

Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Two interesting facts of your choice about the mummy, please.

Eugressia's eyes go large as she peers into the room, and her personal wind starts to pick up speed.

In addition to its vulnerability to fire, the mummy has DR/- and its strikes can infect its foes with a cursed disease called Mummy Rot.

Don't forget we got the Periapt of Health. I would vote that Oiur could have taken it, since they're doing melee and getting beat up today. Now, would that Antiplague Ibb drank help against a "cursed disease"?

I'll say yes.

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Looking around the room, and hearing the being's voice, the Professor quickly puts two and two together. He drops to his knees and brings his head to the stone slab in front of him, arms stretched out.

In Ancient Osiriani: "Oh great Pharaoh, please forgive the impudence of these humble servants. We did not mean to disturb your slumber!"