GM Infinity: Crypt of Everflame, Wizard Party [Completed!] (Inactive)

Game Master mishima

"No orcs, she said, no orcs! That old man is a liar, she said," Hemiantus screams as he struggles to pull his elven curved blade from it's back sheathe. His rat familiar ducks down deep into the familiar satchel.

BTW, even though I am posting "actions", they don't happen until my turn, obviously.

Will is even more frustrated than before. first the human lies, then the hunter ends up being wrong... I think we're having a "talk" after this...

will pulls his crossbow up and begins to load a bolt.

for the game's sake, the bolt was already loaded, i'll actual count drawing the cross bow when i state my actions.

Calling out in Orc Og challenges We are mighty wizards. Yield this path and we will allow you to live.

Calling out as a free action. First round action will depend on range.

Ok, battle grid is all set on slides. Og, you can engage in melee with a single move action...if you have the initiative.

Initiative:::::
Orcs: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Erald: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Hemiantus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Medgar: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Og: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
William: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

No surprise round.

Order:::::
William, Hemiantus, Medgar, Og, Orcs, Erald

The orc carry freshly oiled greataxes that glisten in the afternoon light.

William pulls his crossbow up from his waistmove action

but instead of fireing a bolt, he begins waving his open hand in the patterns of a spell, his voice deep and rough with the dark words of necromancy

ray of enfeeblement lead(closest) orc
ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
enfeeblement effect: 1d8 ⇒ 3to str

feel my hate!

Hemiantus pulls his enormous elven curved blade from his shoulder holster and intones a few arcane words while carving sigils of protection through the air. Instantly, a purple, translucent barrier springs up all around him. His rat peaks out of his satchel, looking intently at the orcs.

<<What do we do now?>>

Move action to draw weapon, standard to cast mage armor.

"Copper piece says its the old boy's illusion," Erald says, putting sniggers and miss informed woods women together and making five.

Orc Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
mystery roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

A dark aura of pure hate energy envelopes the orcs bulging biceps, which bulge no more.

Order:::::
William, Hemiantus, Medgar, Og, Orcs, Erald

Think Medgar's player is currently asleep IRL, I'll gm if everyone else posts actions

I just woke up, catching up now.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9 Any reaction to Og's threat?

The half orc also draws his weapon and casts Mage Armor, stepping to stand side by side with Hemiantus. Stay close Hemiantus. Makes it harder for them to flank us.

The larger of the 3 orcs snarls at Og "Mighty? Ahahaha...you're nothing but a half-blood!"

The gnome, somewhat annoyed at being called upon to use his limited magic already, sighs. <This needs to be over fast. Any objections?>

Pulling the unloaded pistol from his belt, Medghar take aim at the center of the band (trying to ensure that all are in 5 yards of center). "Well, look who showed up early for the festival! Have some fireworks on me!"

At the word me, a red and gold dragon shaped missile launches from the gun and flies toward the center of the band, deftly avoiding all obstacles in its path to detonate into a colorful explosion of fire and sound at the precise point the gnome was aiming.

Casting Snapdragon fireworks at the center of the band. I am still figuring this portion out, but it should do 1d4 fire damage and daze anything within five yards of the blast (reflex save halves the damage and negates dazzled). I am treated as one level higher because it has the fire descriptor, so I should get a second round of launching them, choosing again where it goes if I am reading the spell right.

<<Looks like we are doing this the hard way.>>

I think you meant 5ft, not 5 yards, right? Or am I missing a special ability?

OrcRed: 1d20 ⇒ 11

The orc erupts in a blaze of sulfurous black powder, and seems wholly in a a stupor. The one on the left roars and charges Hemiantus holding the greataxe aloft...

OrcYellow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

...but the fire distracts him and it swings free. The final orc still behind the tree pulls forth a javelin and tosses it at Og.

OrcBlue: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 hitting current ac 16
dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
mystery roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Og, you notice the javelin piercing through your force armor...impossible! It sticks in the ground and fades to a mere outline...it was an illusion.

Og can you double check your will save calculation? Regardless this one stands

Yes, good catch it is a five foot radius blast, with a 400 ft +40 ft per level range (so current range would be 480 ft of flight time before it would have to detonate). Forgot to roll damage, even though Og seems to think it might be an illusion I probably should still do so.

Firework damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Medgar Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Medgar seems to think they are real when the fire erupts.

Am I missing something obvious? Your will save also seems not calculated right, should be +3 not +4?

+3 is correct. Sacred Tattoo racial trait combined with Fate's Favored trait gives him +2 to all saves. :).

Thanks, sorry for not inferring that

So at this point if Og says something like "its an illusion" you get a +4 to disbelieve upon interaction

Order:::::
William, Hemiantus, Medgar, Og, Orcs, Erald

Hey. Wait. That should have hurt. This javelin is an illusion!

"But they do look awfully real, and the old fella is a long way away..." Erald adds stepping back and squinting at the orcs carefully.

"I mean they've got to be real... Right? That one has nose hair!"

Bezoar rushes up and attempts to butt the nearest orc, head going straight through it the goat instantly realizes his foes are not real and shoots his master a contemptuous glare.

"Well I know, but maybe the axe is real, and its like a double bluff..."

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Will: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Goat Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Bezoar Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Also, "interaction" here means damaging, getting damage, or spending a move to study...any of those can trigger a save.

Order:::::
William, Hemiantus, Medgar, Og, Orcs, Erald

"Od, what do you mean... that one seemed to get stunned by my blast well enough."

<Though it could be that hedge wizard I suppose... if it is, I call dibbs on testing his resistance to extreme heat, magical and otherwise.>

Not wanting to risk it, he sends his remaining firework at the orc he stunned's head to detonate at point black range from him.

damage to red orc: 1d4 ⇒ 3
will save: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 4 = 19

And you were right, not sure where I got the +4 from, should be +3

Og is quite suspicious of the orcs now. If they throw illusionary weapons perhaps they are all illusions. He takes a swing at the greataxe wielding orc threatening him, I am on to you. he says as he swings his blade and hoping to either kill the enemy or or dispel the figment.

Falchion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 112d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13

AC 13, hp 6. And thanks Erald for making your familiar pawn.

Medghar, as your second burst impacts the aggressor, its form blends into the forest leaves as if camouflaged...but then you remember this is a tell-tale sign of illusion magic.

Hemiantus brings up his curved blade toward the orc nearest him. The rat in his pocket squeaks out advice, but it does little to help him with the attack, which misses the creature by a mile.

Elven curved blade: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7
Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

<They are, in fact, illusionary my fellows... that blast should have taken the orc's head off, yet instead its form blends into the background. I may not have my race's depth of knowledge with regards to illusions, silly things, but I have been pranked enough to know the signs. I say we head back to town and light the wizard's tower on fire to show our... displeasure with the man. Then we can retrieve the flame in peace I think.>

OrcRed: 1d20 ⇒ 1 reflex save vs pyrotechnics

Its eyes cross and a fat white bird lands atop its head in peace.

William delays, unsure of what's happening. The orc near your front line counterswings at Hemiantus...

OrcYellow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
1d12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Will: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 4 = 15with bonus from ally

...catching him full force in the stomach. Your mind prepares for death, you try to picture Illyriana...but wait, oddly there is no pain. Your entrails are indeed still in place? Aha. Og was correct after all, an illusion!

The final orc at range runs right and with a clear path tosses a javelin at William.

OrcBlue: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

...that instead penetrates into a tree trunk with a *pang*

Disbelievers: Medgar, Og, Hemiantus, Bezoar (lol)
Believers: Erald, William

At this point you could use your actions to demonstrate the falseness, like saying "Watch" and walking up and waving your hand through it etc. Or again, any believer can disbelieve and get a save by using a move action. Or dealing/taking damage.

Bezoar trots over and pointedly stands in the orc, giving his Master another withering glance,

"It could still be sort of real, but only after me... You are being pretty uppity about this for a fictitious goat. Its an awfully big axe..."

Erald Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Erald Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 LOL

hahaha, that probably counts as "proof" but do continue to ham it up :) William you could also see the goat and come to the same conclusion

Combat over

The images fade leaving you with the rustling of fall leaves.

Hemiantus laughs at Erald, "Well, that all turned out most interestingly."

He then looks around to see if he can spot anyone who might be controlling these illusions.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Hemiantus, you note the smell of pipe smoke in the area which does seem out of place for the middle of nowhere.

William sighs I wasted one of my spells... William said this as if he doesn't really care that he lost the spell, but is disappointed more by the fact the orcs weren't real.

he keeps his crossbow in hand and looks around, but not wholeheartedly.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 1

<<There's pipe smoke coming from somewhere, but I'm not sure where.>>

The wizard then begins to beat the bushes to see if he can find where it's coming from.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Hemiantus, no luck I fear.

The path blends into the wilds.

To continue, someone will need to roll a survival check to represent the rest of the days travel. No taking 10/20, but you can aid another on the primary roller with a successful DC 10.

"Old git must have gone out of his way to teleport here, or maybe a Phantom Steed? Even just a horse I suppose..." Erald says, still eyeing the orcs - just in case.

"Well let's move along, this way I think..."

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Survival: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Medghar is clearly a bit upset.

"I am just glad I didn't waste any powder on these... phantoms. So, I will need to find more kindling on our way back. The old man claimed to not have touched fire magic, I intend to rectify that oversight by him."

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11Let's use that as an aid another check, given not a great roll by beats the minimum.

survival: 1d20 ⇒ 3

william chuckled as he thought about returning...

I'll cook tonight. he said. based on our rations, we can make a stew, soup, or perhaps some jerky.
William is good cook, despite his love for killing ;)
and apparently he isn't really trying to survive...

Hemiantus comes back empty-handed from his search and sheathes his sword.

"Who knows where that guy disappeared to."

Upon hearing Medghar's comments he notes, "Let's not be to harsh with the old man. Probably was just having a bit of fun at our expense. No need to go all Cheliax on him."

"Too bad we didn't bring the woman along with us as a guide. She could have just taken us there. I thought it was just a matter of following the map."

"Here we go this looks like as good a campsite as any, let's set up the tents. What is the difference between stew and soup again, stew is gloopier right? Either works for me. Guessing you can take care of the fire Medghar?" Erald says tying Hermione to a handy tree and removing her packs. Then he begins setting up a tent,

"Do we need to set a watch, we do don't we - ugh. Alphabetical order?"

Hemiantus shrugs, "That sounds as good as any other method."

He looks around at the rest of the group. "Anyone have the alarm spell memorized? I personally abjure abjuration magic, heh, heh, hee."

The half-elf chuckles to himself as he unloads the donkey he has been leading. After he finishes, he looks around for a place where the animals can forage for some food. His rat familiar is out of its satchel and sitting on his shoulder grooming herself.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

The grump immediately drops from the eyes and attitude of the gnome.

"Campfire, thought you would never ask!" Medghar proceeds to start gathering and strategically arranging logs, twigs, dried leaves and grass, and even a few dead bushes into an ever increasing pile. Placing the final log in its preordained spot, and ensuring a ring of sizable rocks are around the kindling, Medghar beams triumphantly at his fellows. The final product is twice as tall as the gnome himself...

<Time to get this pyre started!>

The gnome rubs his hands together eagerly, then pulls them apart, a bright fire appearing in between his palms. Using his daily use of Produce Fire from his racial. The gnome carefully pushes the blaze into the dry kindling in several sections, igniting the blaze. Finally satisfied that the fire has started, Medghar withdraws from close proximity and sits down and looks at it.

"I am afraid the best I can do for security is to set this blaze. Never had time for learning all that fancy defense stuff... was too busy learning more practical things."

Once dinner is made and the tents set up Erald says, "Right first watch for me and Bez, I'll wake Hemiantus in a couple of hours," taking a seat on a nearby log. In the flickering light of the fire the shadow of a goat can be seen flicking through a spell book while a human shadow on all fours licks itself inappropriately.

With no civilization in sight you come to a small clearing, quickly establishing a camp. Medghar's blaze lashes the night sky, abolishing the bone cold of the bare trees.

You are fairly sure you are following the map correctly, and some of you seem better at finding soft spots of ground to set up tent than others. A hot meal and evening of study seems to be quite manageable.

But there is an endless howling of wolves as the crescent moon sets. Over the first hours of night it seems to get louder and louder before eerily being silenced...

Og is content to follow those who lead in the woods, but helps as best he can. Turns out that is not so much. Perhaps he misspent his youth reading too much?

Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Best set watch. he responds to the howling of the wolves and keep an ample supply of firewood. He helps gather wood before turning in.

<<I too wasted a good spell on that illusion. Some type of test I am guessing. I am not pleased. Wake me for a middle of the night watch I have excellent vision in the dark after all.>>

Hemiantus watches the gnome nervously as he begins to pile high the fire.

"Erm, that's a bit high, don't you think, Medghar?" When it's obvious that the gnome is not listening, Hemiantus begins clearing back any dry sticks and twigs that might be too close to the fire, not wishing it to spread and engulf the forest around them.

Mystery: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Erald: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Hemiantus: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Medgar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Og: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
William: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Hemiantus, you notice a scrappy looking black wolf just on the edge of the light, skulking, its fur encrusted with mud. It doesn't seem to realize you've spotted it just yet...