GM Silbeg's Emerald Spire level 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

Drungaard strikes a glancing blow at the purple goblin. They both try and return the joy in kind. In fact, the pink goblin is able to land a blow on the warpriest.
purple attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
pink attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 piercing: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Betty, Sithy, Anya, Downer, Sigríðr & Hrafnr are up
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions: Dark, 5’ limit on light
Knowledge:local, nature

Elizabeth delays.

Anya readies to Daze a goblin if one enters her line of sight.

Daze DC 14 Will save

Sigríðr yells, "Use your light you fools! You should be able to see by now!"

She steps closer to the Goblins and swings her pick and the one that's been winged already.

Pick Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 Pick Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

She braces herself for the first satisfying "crunch" shes had for days. A smile, ever so slight, breaks out.

Sigríðr's pick goes right through the skull of the grinning goblin, who doesn't have the chance to realize the folly of his actions.

Sithy and Downer are up, the humans in delay

Sigríðr points at the fallen goblin's colleague, points to the other goblin, and then points to her pick. Then she starts making disgusting motions to reflect what she's planning to do to the dead goblin in an attempt to frighten him, or at least what you hope is just to frighten him.

It's honestly just a good thing the light doesn't reach her.

Declan moves in (provoking as he moves) and swings at pink.

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 192d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13

Sithy steps up and attempts to fire his crossbow at the goblin.

Crossbow into Melee: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0
Crossbow: 1d8 ⇒ 2

The bolt is not seated properly and does a fancy flip as he pulls the trigger, much to his embarrassment.

After Declan crushes the skull in on the goblin, Sithy tries to shoot the already bleeding out goblin, and misses terribly. (so really had a -4 on his roll, and the target had +4 to AC. So he needed to hit a 12-13 I guess.)

Combat Over

There are stairs down... and you all can hear moaning and slow, shuffling footsteps below.

"Mm. I don't have any interest in killing the dead." says Declan as he turns away from the stairs "Lead the way angry la-" he stops short of finishing the sentence. "Lead the way Sigrid."

"MAYBE WE SHOULD CLEAR OUT THIS FLOOR BEFORE GOING FURTHER DOWN. IT WOULD SUCK IF WE HAD TO MAKE SOME KIND OF ESCAPE ONLY TO RUN INTO MORE TROUBLE ON OUR WAY OUT."

"Agreed. Let's finish this level before we explore any further."

Sigríðr grumpily closes the door, "Fine, there's an open hall over here, and a closed door over there. I say we go to the open hall rather than the closed door."

Sigríðr starts heading to the left side of the map she's been crudely drawing.

Anya follows.

Declan moves to follow.

Sigrid moves up, and can see another door.

Sigríðr walks up to the door, listens quietly, and waits for at least half of her party members to arrive before she tries to quietly open it.

Anya moves up to the door, using Sigrid for cover.

Drumgaard will also move closer.

Declan shuffles up and waits.

"WHAT'S THE HOLD UP? IS IT TRAPPED OR LOCKED OR SOMETHING?!"

Moved tokens a little bit, based on Sigríðr's rig
Sigríðr opens the door, and sees a room full to bursting with a motley collection of cots and other furniture cobbled from scraps of wood and cloth. The stench of rotting food is overpowering. Doors lead to the west
and the north.

She sees three goblins, in arms, waiting for her to open the door!

Immediately the goblins fire their bows.
Green Bow at Sigríðr AC18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Pink Bow at Sigríðr AC18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Purple Bow at Sigríðr AC18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 arrow: 1d4 ⇒ 3Anya, Betty, Sigríðr are up
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions: Dark, 5’ limit on light
Knowledge:local

Elizabeth, eager to smash her 'share' of the goblins, bolts into the room.

She swings her earthbreaker at the purple goblin.

earthbreaker PA: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3) + 7 = 13

Sigríðr, clearly not wanting to be outdone by Elizabeth charges the goblin in the middle.

Pick Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10 Pick Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Sigríðr starts bellowing and swearing at the room, "GODS DAMNED STUPID GOBLIN AND PICK AND ALL OF YOU AND I HATE YOUR FACE AND YOUR STUPID GOBLIN STENCH AND THIS DARKNESS AND THE STUPID LIGHT PROBLEM AND MY SHIELD AND YOU AND YOU AND YOUR DEPRESSING COMPLAINING AND YOU YOU DAMNDABLE BIRD AND #$*@# AND %@*(@# #$@@#$ @#$@#@# @!!@(# #@($!) $($@>?@! $)@#@>! #$$@@)! @!#(@($)! @!@#)!#)#@ !$)*%$*@) $*@($!)!

Anya moves into the room; with her folding pole of sunrods, she should be able to see the goblin directly in front of Elizabeth.

"Hello Mr. Goblin. Gaze upon me why don't you...." Anya's eyes light up as she stares at the goblin.

Daze DC 14 will save

Goblin save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 The purple goblin just stares at Anya.

Declan, Sithy, Drungaard are up
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions: Dark, 5’ limit on light
Knowledge:local

"If it makes you feel any better you'll die one day. You won't have to deal with this nonsense then."

Declan works his way into the room and takes a swing at the pink one.

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 192d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

Sithy moves up and readies his crossbow in case something comes from behind.

Drungaard readies an attack incase one tries to make a run for it...

Declans deep existential pain is so great that moments seem to stretch on and on into eternity.

The pink goblin falls as Declan's earthbreaker splatters his brainpan.

Then the remaining two laugh at Sigríðr, and attack Betty
dogslicer vs Betty AC15: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 1d4 ⇒ 3
dogslicer vs Betty AC15: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 1d4 ⇒ 3

Betty is certain if it weren't for Sigríðr's hissy fit, they would have attacked the dwarf.

Anya, Betty, and Sigríðr are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions:
Knowledge: Local

Sigríðr swings her pick crazily at the Green Goblin. She no longer seems to care at all whether she actually hits.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 1 = 3 self imposed penalty to hit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

She screams one one long scream for all to hear, probably alerting everything in the dungeon complex to their presence, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!"

She glares at Declan. This must be his fault.

"Hello Mr. Goblin. Gaze upon me why don't you...." Anya's eyes light up as she stares at the green goblin.

Daze DC 14 will save

Note: the second goblin couldn't attack due to being dazed by Anya
green gobbo will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Now, while the purple goblin is looking "normal", the green one is looking confused.
But, even so, Sigríðr seems to want to hit Declan more than the goblin. At the last moment, she adjusts her strike with the pick to try to actually hit the goblin. She succeeds at not hitting Declan, but utterly fails to hit the goblin. The sound of pure anguish is heard coming from her mouth. All are shocked that the scream isn't a series of obscenities.

Betty, Declan, Sithy and Drungaard are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions:
Knowledge: Local

Declan moves around to flank the green one (provoking in the process) and swings at the purple goblin. His earthbreaker sparks against the stone of the spire as he swings in a vertical arc trying to catch his foe under the chin.

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 172d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10

AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 1d4 ⇒ 2
The wimpy little goblin slashes his dogslicer into the half-orc, and he moves around to attack. His victory doesn't last long, as one green guy drops the other.

Drungaard moves to the doorway and readies his attack in case the Goblin gets free.

The green goblin does nothing.
Anya, Betty, Sigríðr are up!
Universal Adjustments:
Universal Conditions:
Knowledge: Local

power attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 2) + 7 = 14

Anya moves over to avoid giving hitting her friends.

Anya points her hand towards the goblin uttering mystical words. A white-blue light forms around her hand before condensing. A beam flies from her fingertip, hopefully striking the goblin.

Ray of Frost
Ranged Touch Attack!: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 4 = 16 damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Sigríðr tries once again to hit the goblin.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Additional CRITICAL Damage!: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) + 6 = 14

Sigríðr howls in joy for her amazing prowess on the attack! "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" She yells repeatedly as she continues to smash in the goblin's skull repeatedly, even after it's dead. Blood and gore cover everybody in a ten-foot radius once she's done with the Goblin.

maybe we should confirm that Crit
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 denied!

Anya and The angry dwarf tag team to finish the goblin off. All the goblins now lay on the floor either bleeding out or dead

I did, stupid editing of editing to get in the damage.

Elizabeth moves to the door in the far corner.

"That was effective. Let's do it on this door too!"

On the goblins is the usual goblin-crap. Short sword, ratty armor, short bows. Nothing noble adventurers such as yourselves would care for.

Betty moves over to the door, and is apparently followed by Declan. Of course, given the apparatus that Sigríðr set up, she drags Anya along with her. They all wait at the door... waiting for ... something?

Sigríðr yells back to the Raven, "You know what, just stay back there you crappy piece of flappy. I'll make pie on our way out."

She then lines up, covered in gore, ready for the next door to open.

"No need to hold off on my account. I hardly notice this fleshwound."

Whiner.

Bored by waiting, Betty throws the door open. Sigríðr swears again, as she almost gets tangled up in the contraption she has created.

This curving hall has been badly damaged, but there are intact doors to the north, east, and south, as well as a large double door leading west to the core of the tower. The southeast corner of the room has collapsed in a mound of green glass rubble, but a tunnel runs through the debris, shored up with rough timbers.

Map revealed

"Looks clear!" exclaims Elizabeth before she strides into the room.