GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Eldon casts a haste spell that speeds up everyone in the party. His mouth now moves with double the speed it usually does, allowing Eldon to spread his incredibly useful advice concerning combat even faster!

"Arval, you have to get up! Why are you down? Get back up, Arval! Don't stay down! Arval, you should really get up! Don't you see you should not be prone? It really is the best plan, Arval! I assure you it is, because I'm very experienced in standing matters!"

"Also, try to not provoke while standing up! Do it like this, Arval!" Eldon assumes some kind of horrible defensive posture while pretending to stand up from prone, which looks weird due to the fact he's actually standing.

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

Lena's just in range of my haste spell, but our ally wolves don't appear to be.

oops, sorry, got excited
Lena moves towards the action, drawing her dagger.

Eldon, what are you doing?

She casts acid arrow, targeting the red werewolf

acid arrow: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28 touch attack. Note no spell resistance.

damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 2 = 9

2d4 Damage each round continues for 2 more rounds

Arval stands up, provoking from the doggies, and takes a 5 foot step closer to Whiskey. He starts pummeling the wolf Whiskey is also attacking, trying to get the number of enemies down. Arval growls as his wounds hurt. On his second attack he really gets mad and starts shouting at the (red, if dead the brown) wolf.
"You will not get me down!"

If the wolf dies he will redirect the attack back to the wolf he was attack earlier, the brown one.

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 2 + 2 = 31
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 2 = 17

Power Atk: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 31
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 2 = 18

Standing now, Whiskeyjack continued to lash out at the legs of his closest foe, pinning it up against Arval with his shield.

haste, attack,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 26
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 17

attack1,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 23
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 12

attack2,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 18
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 12

Edit: Wow, look at those horrible d20 rolls!

Kawrock flies down next to the Princes wolves. "Focus your fire on that big one before he tears my friends to shreds!" He shouts in an attempt to redirect their allies attacks.

Round 4, Init 22

With Arval's shake in position, Wren finally has an opening to do something different. She flies closer, twisting her cold iron ring as she does. Lining up the two wolves, she blasts them with electricity.

This might work where fire does not.

8d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 6, 2, 5, 1, 2, 1) = 20 Lightning Bolt vs. DC 20 reflex for half.
1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 28 SR check

@Arval - one attack only after standing. @Whiskey - your target is dead. Moved you to attack Adimarus.

Arval leaps to his feet, and both attacks miss. He viciously strikes the red werewolf, almost killing it, and then Lena's acid arrow finishes it off. Wren then flaps her way over to hover behind Adimarus and the next wolf, and lets out a massive lightning bolt!

BZZZZHHT

Adimarus is badly injured, but the other werewolf is burned to a crisp by the attack. Only the leader of the werewolves remains. Whiskeyjack runs up to smack him, but his attack is easily parried.

Adimarus snarls viciously as he looks at the group, showing he has no intention of retreating.

Kawrock still has an action to take. One werewolf left!

Kawrock shifts back into his normal form.

Kawrock shifts into human form. A volley of bolts flies at Adimarus, one of which pinks him and bounces off. Snarling, Adimarus cuts viciously at Arval, slashing deeply into the warrior and almost ending him outright.

Arval takes 41 damage. Everyone is up!

Whiskeyjack cursed aloud and shifted, trying to pincer the last of the foes between himself and Arval. Once everyone was in position, he launched another flurry of attacks.

haste, attack,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 30
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 11

attack1,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 23
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 18

attack2,flank,ic,df, bless: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 19
damage,silver,ic,df: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 14

Round 5, Init 22

Wren flies up 30', slowly gaining altitude so she might scout for more approaching foes.

She casts Stumble Gap at Adimarus' feet, hoping to get him on the ground. DC18 Reflex or prone and 1d6 damage from a twisted ankle, if save, then -1 on attack rolls. No SR.

@GM: You rolled d20 dice for damage on Arval. I think that was an oopsy? :P

Eldon steps up to Arval and touches his back, sending healing energy into him. "Well done, you got back up! Now don't go back down again!"

CMW: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 3) + 8 = 19

Inspire Courage +2 continues!

Lena looses a nagic missile at arval's foe.

magic missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 1) + 4 = 12

quick question. Do you want to roll SR, or should we?

Thought we had an extra move action from haste, read the spell again and apparently not. :S My actions would've made sense then...

Arval swiftly turns around and launches a volley of attacks at the last remaining werewolf, hoping to kill it.
"I will get you this time!"

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 2 = 21
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 2 = 24

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 2 = 29
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 2 = 26

Power Atk: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 2 = 23
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20

Waiting with noting the damage on my profile, d20 does sound a bit unrealistic.

Er... ignore that Arval. The damage is actually Damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28

@Lena - I'd prefer you roll since I may not be aware of feats and other bonuses. But I'll roll since you didn't.

SR: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

The magic missile slams into Adimarus, kncoking him back. Arval then steps in, and although one blow is parried, the last is not. He drives his sword through the heard of the leader of the Demon Wolves, and kicks him to the ground.

End of Combat

There's a moment of silence as you look over the devastation of the battlefield. Corpses are everywhere. The Prince's Wolves rush over, quickly checking Adimarus' body.

"He doesn't have the heart." They look on to the tower in the distance before looking back to all of you.

"We will deal with the remaining demon wolves that weren't in the fight. If you find the heart, return it to us, but it is better lost than in the hands of the Jezeldans."

With that, the Prince's Wolves make to leave.

You take a moment to gather the valuable equipment from those who have fallen, and recover the following.

As you do so, the Inn and Mill burn merrily beside you.

Loot spreadsheet updated.

Well that was fun. Let's go get the rest of them. Oh, and get that heart.

Wren goes up higher, still flying, to check to see if she can spot any more foes...like the Whispering Way.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 Perception

If she sees nothing, she will quickly alight on the ground to ID the magical items. She will pass around her learned observations, then be ready to move on. She wants to be quick, lest her flying spell end.

"Heal up and let's go. We can defeat the rest if we act quickly!" Wren is ready to move on the WWay compound.

Arval sits on the ground and wipes his sword clean on the body of Adimarus.
"We got out of that inn just in time... Good call."
He says as he sheaths his sword. After taking a breath of two he walks over to Gwen, who is inspecting the pile of loot.
"That amulet sounds interesting, I could make use of that."

If no one else needs it, I could use a little more AC :)

well, it might stop you getting hit. Does that hurt?

"Aye, le's ge' ye healed, an' ever'one else too. Then we gotta keep movin'. Hope th' ghostie ain't hurt by tha' fire."

clw: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 1, 4, 3, 6, 8) + 8 = 36

Using 8 charges to heal myself fully. Anyone else who is injured, just roll and tell me how many charges to mark off

"Of course it hurts!"
Arval says a little surprised in response to Lena. He walks over to Whiskey and let's the dwarf heal him.

CLW: 6d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 7, 5, 8, 5, 8) + 6 = 42 6 Charges, you already have a amulet of natural armor right?

Wren squawks, anxious to move on while she can still fly.

Kawrock watches the mill and the inn burn. "Think the heart was in there?" He askes as the others examine the loot, but gets distracted by Wren's anxious squawks. "Yes, best to keep the pressure on the Whispering way." he adds as he follows the squawking elf.

Arval - I have an ANA +1

"Off we go!" Eldon declares as he runs toward the tower where the Whispering Way is, his movement speed boosted by his haste spell.

@GM: How many minutes/rounds of haste do we still have when we arrive at the tower?

as haste is one round a level, it's probably run out now.
To arval well you don't act as if you are hurt
Lena starts moving after eldon
eldon, do you think it wise to lead the charge? Not that you don't look impressive doing so.

Haste is over, you've only got a minute and you had to loot the battlefield.

Intent on finally putting a stop to Auren Vrood and the madness he's caused in the Shudderwood, you strike eastwards. Distantly, you hear the howls of the Prince's Wolves as they hunt down the remnants of their mortal enemies. You head into the town square, which once held a large number of skeletons and their curates.

In the shadow of a crumbing tower lies a barren swath of muddy red earth that likely once served as the town square. A large trench has been excavated in the center of the square, and a confusing jumble of half-unearthed bones jut from its churned earth.

From here, you have two places to approach.

Just northeast of the town square, a squat stone building stands adjacent to a ruined tower, its windows shuttered and its doors hanging open. Dimly lit by torches, the building’s interior has been gutted. All that remains within are several stacks of wooden crates and a large stone vase.

And finally there is the tower.

Overlooking the town square stand the battered remnants of what must have once been an impressive tower. Now only the tower’s ground floor and half of its second floor still stand, and catapult balls lie scattered about the piles of broken stone and masonry at the tower’s base. Of the top of the tower, only a jagged crest of stone remains; the tower’s roof has been ripped off, and much of the rear portion lies buried in rubble.

Tower or armory?

Arval grabs the amulet and puts it around his neck. He quickly follows the party.
"Well, not anymore... Guess I'm getting sort of used to getting beaten up..."
The burly warrior says as he looks at all the dents in his armor. He looks inside the armory and sees a single vase stand in the middle of several crates.
"That looks very promising."
He tries to enter the building very carefully, his clanking armor making that very impossible, and watches out for traps, heading strait for the vase.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Stealth: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2

Lena watches is stunned amazement as Arval tried to sneak into the building.
A herd of cattle would be quieter Lena resolved at that point to find a magic item to help arval sneak better. After all, she like the big , clumsy bigger.
Still to work. She kept ready to cast.

Whiskeyjack followed Arval to the armory, clanking along beside him. The look on Lena's face as they proceeded make him chuckle behind his beard. He spoke to Arval as they moved.

"Th' lass thinks we be makin' too much noise. Wha' she dinnae know is tha' i' be nothin' more'n a bugle call, sendin' fear ahead o' us t' our enemies."

He kept an eye out as they moved, knowing that at least some of the cultists had escaped the last battle.

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Arval makes for the armory and steps in through the open doors. As he looks around, he immediately - and somewhat astonishingly sees several shadowy figures with red eyes doing a very good job of hiding around the edges. He has enough time to call out a warning, and the creatures attack!

The flesh of this walking corpse is rotting and putrid, its body skeletal in places and its eye sockets glowing with red light.

Lena is up! Map is updated.

Kawrock hangs back as the others check out the armory. As Avral calls out a warning cry Kawrock looks over at Wren and adds, "I am starting to think his unofficial job is finding trouble, and he appears to be quite good at it."

k. religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

"Wights, big 'uns! Dinnae le' them drain yer life force from yer body! I ken only be doin' so much fer puttin' i' back!"

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23 know (rel) - Questions: DRs? SR?

"Oh, right, wights, a delight," Wren highlights.

Wren manages to identify not only wights, but the big'un as a dread wight, which is simply a more powerful wight that has mental command over the others, and a resistance to channeling. They have no unusual defenses for an undead, those slain by wights will rise again as wights, and they can be destroyed by 'raise dead' or similar spells.

Lena cannot see any targets, so she casts a spell on herself.
Resistance

In the building, the wights look like they're about to charge out, but suddenly stop and slip into the shadows.

Eldon and Wren are up!

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Ah, yes, wights! My mother used to bake wights on Sundays!"

Not moving from his position, Eldon starts to elaborate on the subject of baking some kind of pastry. "To bake a nice wight, you need proper flour. Such flour cannot be found everywhere, as you need special wight flour..."

Inspire Courage +2 is up!

Round 1, Init 12

It should be clear from Wren's nervous squawking that she has no desire to go inside there, nor have others go inside either.

"Shall we blow them to bits from out here?" Wren chirps, hoping that cooler heads prevent a massacre within.

She pulls out one of Kawrock's feathers, enchants it with fire, and tosses it into the armory while speaking words of arcane power.

8d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 2, 4, 1, 4, 2, 2) = 20 fireball vs. DC 20 for half Tossing it to the top part of the map, definitely to get the Dread Wight she can see and anyone near it.

Wren's fireball explodes in the building. Astonishingly, the dread wight does a neat backflip in order to completely avoid the attack. The wight then charges south. The door just beside Whiskeyjack then flies open as the wight sends it off its hinges with a high kick.

Everyone but Eldon and Wren are up!

Arval moves south and cuts off the wights, preventing them from going outside. He follows up his actions by attacking the one in the doorway.

Power Atk: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 2 = 34
Intimidate on hit: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 2 = 29
Dmg: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 2 = 23

Whiskeyjack pivoted to the side to aid Arval, while keeping an eye on the main doors. No sense in getting blasted apart by his own team, after all. Striking around the doorway, Whiskeyjack slammed his hammer low into the wight's legs while keeping Arval covered with his shield.

burn fervor to cast divine favor on himself, 5' to doorway, full attack, SS +2 is up.

attack, df: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13
attack2, df: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

Actually unsure on a rules clarification. Does intimidate work on undead?

Whiskeyjack is unable to land a blow but Arval connects with a vicious slash that knocks the dread wight back.

Lena nd Kawrock are up!

Actually unsure on a rules clarification. Does intimidate work on undead?

Nah. They are immune to fear and mind influencing stuff unless you have some really rare special ability that specifically allows it. Most undead (much like Eldon) aren't sentient enough to recognize fear when they feel it.

Thank you, Wren, for bringing up how incredibly brave I am in the face of any kind of mortal danger others wouldn't be able to handle. I often do mention my bravery to other people, but it's nice to see someone else has also taken to spreading my epicness across Golarion. To show my gratitude I will mention how you were present as my assistant while I defeated the Demon Wolves and Whispering Way, once I get to share this epic tale with a broader audience.

Lol... I just roll it with every power attack. Should the roll apply then it's already rolled, otherwise I have to roll afterwards making things more complicated.

Kawrock moves to get a view inside the building, knowing full well the Elf was just planning to use more magical seeking missiles, and calls down a pillar of holy fire.

Pillar of flame DC 18 reflex: 8d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 5, 2, 2, 5, 5) + 1 = 33

This attack is half fire and half holy damage.

Can we get a GMPC for Lena? She's been up since Friday and 4 days is plenty of waiting.

Wren squawks as Kawrocks fire burns.

as a little point of information, i am slower on weekends due to family commitments. I have mentioned this before, though it was a while ago.

Lena moves so she can see through the door arval is at, and quickly casts a spell, which results in black tentacles bursting out of the ground, attacking the enemy.

black tentacles: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 grapple attack, targeting so as to not hit arval.

damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6 only if grappled

Late to posting as its been a busy day, glad to see we're caught up! Lena you'll want to specify where your black tentacles spell goes - I've put down a tempalte that makes sense.

Kawrock summons a huge pillar of flame which scorches the three wights in the south door, annihilating two of them. The dread wight manages to completely avoid the spell, but is then tied up by Lena's black tentacles.

The wights in the north are contained by the spell, but try to charge through nonetheless. However, they are pulled in by the tentacles, and then ripped to shreds!

Eldon and Wren are up! All the little wights are dead.