GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 3

HP 82/94
AC 19/T 11/FF 17
CMD 26
Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +7; +1 Luck bonus vs. traps, +3 Ref vs traps
SA: sneak attack +3d6, studied target +3 (3rd, swift action)
Orc Ferocity: 1/1
Tactician: 2/2
Target: Yellow Triangle
Active: Studied Target, Haste, Lunge

Having no clear flank Adder instead moves and lunges with his falchion, counting on the haste to give him bite.

5' step and activate Lunge to hit Yellow Triangle. Using Studied Target as a Swift Action.

Attack: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 1) + 20 = 23

Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 2) + 20 = 24

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (4, 3) + 20 = 27

Hey guys, exhausted wreck - post will be tomorrow morning if I can hack it.

The group focus their attacks intensely on the remaining dimensional shamblers, which fall beneath their incredible assault. The room itself seems to shudder violently, as if reality has malfunctioned, and the shamblers are gone. Lena drops to the ground with an 'oomf' and Pot Pie starts pecking the ground where the shambler once was.

End of Combat

The tunnel leads westwards towards, at least check, a large number of skum.

Wren looks pleased at the wreckage, impressed. She notes the damage done by WhiskeyJack most of all.

"Well done, W'Jack," Wren coos. "Seems like our new fighters have breathed some life into your axe." She looks over to Bronin, then Jameson. "Yes, you did fine, all trying so hard to impress me, my little dearies."

Wren fluffs her feathers while waiting for others to be healed, keeping an eye out for trouble.

When others are ready she will follow the party to the next spot. She has done what she can to prepare them for the dangers ahead.

Whew. Very well done team. I feel that since we are all still going super fast, that we should heal quickly and move forward.
Whiskey, can you please make me stronger? Is that okay?
Lena- prepare the fireball, I'll draw them out right now.
Wren - I am glad you were impressed with my manly prowess. and he gives a wink to the ugly but motherly Wren who obviously needs reinforcement that her beauty has not looooong since disappeared.

Bronin takes a drink from his CLW potion - unless the CLW wand is not in use. He's trying to be efficient with Wren's Haste and gives a round or two for people to heal and to get a Bull Strength buff (if available or if Whiskey wants to even give).
CLW Potion or Wand1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Next round, he moves forward. Not sneaking, but double move to get the Skums attention and draw back.

Elena wipes her tears away. "Those weren't Skum..." She mutters as she sniffles a small bit more. her hand trembling. She realizes she is holding her dagger, his knuckles ghostly white as she holds the handle too tight. Her eyes wide she looks to the others. "What were those?"

Adder shakes the blood off his sword.

"Are you ok Babu Wren?"

He watches the suddenly oversized chicken scratch at the corpses.

"They die anyway."

Wren notes Jameson admiring the large chicken, Wren looks as well, a smile on her face.

”Oh, I am fine, Jameson. And, oooh...isn’t she magnificent? She’s a wondrous bird, she is,” Wren coos.

She flies over to Elena. ”Are you okay, dearie? Oh no, those weren’t skum, as I explained, they are dimensional jerks. They were mean and shouldn’t have attacked us...they might have hurt PotPie! They deserved to die.”

Lena picks herself up. ug! The stink of those things.
She pulls out a potion and drinks it.
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Hp:49/52

Bronin wants to check in on the status of his fellow compatriots, but also sees the advantage that Wren's magics have created starting to ebb away - and there's a bigger fight up in these cave pockets.
They generally look okay, and no one has an organ hanging out. Heck, the super large chicken is fine - if rather sparse of feathers in the rear. He can ask about growing chicken later. the "Vestal" at least stopped crying from the battle trauma.

Hope you all are okay, I'm heading forward to press the advantage.

Bronin wastes no time, hoping that Wren's intelligence is still correct. It is. He hops into the centre of several intersecting tunnels, and looks down to see several skum in each.

Patches of phosphorescent lichen growing on the damp ceiling
provide a dim light in this stone chamber, and the walls are decorated with disturbing, explicit carvings of skum mating with women. Mounds of soggy seaweed have been gathered into nests or beds upon the floor.

The skum sit listlessly in each of the tunnels, staring blankly ahead. Many of them have had the tosp of the heads removed, exposing their brains to the air. They turn mutely and start to shuffle towards Bronin!

Everyone is up!

Round 1, delay for Bronin

Wren worries as one of her suitors risks his life to impress her. "Bro, dearie, you don't have to face them all alone. Come back a bit so that we can help you."

Delay for Bronin to do something, but hopefully he doesn't choose to stand where the fireball is likely to be targeted.

Hearing the call to come back, Bronin smiles at how his new friends understand teamwork and working together.
It's working. They are coming.

He sprints back- amazed at the quickness with which his feet move under this magical effect. He could go faster and farther, but Bronin stops at a strategic chokepoint so that another can step alongside him, and cut off the Cranially challenged from spreading into the cave.
His two swords are out.
Honorable Ameera's, The Skum are coming, make certain to be at a safe distance and let the men take the vanguard.

Hasted move and then fight defensively. (+2 AC, Minus 4 to Attack rolls).

Elena watches curiously as the capless skum shamble out of their holes. "What removed the tops of their heads?"

Delay until the Skum converge in the passageway. Elena will target the largest group of them that her spell can cover.

As the skum begin to converge a small crystal set in her necklace seems to draw a small portion of the light from the luminescent fungi. Elena doesn't even notice or have any idea that she may be controlling it. The shadows slowly move as the floor leading to them becomes as dark as night as if the ground itself was giving away.

Cast Shadow Conjuration to create a spiked pit. Marked on the map but can shift in her line of sight as necessary to catch the largest concentration of Skum. DC 19 Will save to disbelieve. Failure of Will save means the spiked pit is 50 feet deep and deals 5d6 falling damage along with 2d6 piercing damage. Pass of Will save means that it is only 20% real. So 10 foot pit with 1d6 falling damage.

Lena changes position, then readies an action to cast magic missile on the first baddie to come into range.

Round 1
HP 82/94
AC 21 T13 FF19
CMD 27
Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +7; +1 Luck bonus vs. traps, +3 Ref vs traps
SA: sneak attack +3d6, studied target +3 (3rd, swift action)
Orc Ferocity: 1/1
Tactician: 2/2
Target:
Active: Haste

Adder moves up behind Bronin, fully aware that Wren wouldn't bother avoiding him with the fireball.

"Why they have their brains hanging out? Normally that only happen after fight."

DF has a duration of 1 minute. Since we rushed on to the next combat, do I have any rounds of it left?

Whiskeyjack looked at Wren aghast for a moment, then said, "I knew ye were daft, woman, bu' I dinnae know ye were blind too! I's a hammer no' an axe! I be a Hammer o' Agradd, no' a bloody axeman!"

The warpriest then turned to see Lena chugging away at a healing potion. He glared at her wordlessly, then stomped off down the passageway after the new guy, Bronin. He moved ahead of the human as the skum came into sight, taking up a good position to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other fighter and block the tunnel.

Round 1

Wren smile condescendingly at W’Jack. ”Yes, of course it is, dearie. Your sword is a very nice hammer. I’m sure you love it very much.”

Like Elena, Wren waits for the brainless to act and congregate before letting loose with a nice ball of fire. She plucks a faux-phoenix feather from her ‘armor’ and sends it hurtling towards the middle of the decapi-skum. If she can’t catch at least 5 in the blast, she will delay more.

10d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 3, 5, 5, 3, 1, 6, 1) = 35 Fire damage vs. DC 20 reflex

6 rounds have elapsed since the beginning of the last combat, DF is stil active for 4 more rounds.

The skum all start to make horrible jeering and gibbering noises, and show themselves to be anything but mindless as they charge in a frenzy! The sound of their war cries is deafening and in their eyes you see nothing but insane rage as their grossly enlarged brains stick out into the air.

The skum pile into the chokepoint and rush into Whiskeyjack's waiting arms as several spells go off.

KABLAM!

Wren's fireball lands in the middle of the pack, badly burning almost all of them. None are killed, but the disturbing scent of grilled fish fills the air. Lena's magic missile thwaps into the lead Skum, and then a pit opens up. Several of the skum fall into the pit, panicking and screaming as they succumb to the shadow conjuration.

Well that was logistically insane. Everyone is up! Skum could only move this round. TO THEIR DOOM

Lena gives a whoop. At last, a good target. It's going to get hot.

Rapidly chanting in Ignan, lena draws the fury of the elemental plane of fire to her, then unleashes it.

empowered fireball: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1, 1, 4, 6, 1, 5, 5, 5) = 38 x1.5=57pts damage
DC 21 Reflex for half. Targeted on the white dot.

EDIT:

At last, a good target. It's going to get hot.

Hearing his companion call out a probably fireball and starting to speak in a spell-like language he recalls vividly from his youth and his father- Bronin waits a bit before engaging.

Delay until after Lena acts
Once he sees the rush of fire and the bodies fly and burn, he takes a step forward and swings away to cut down any remaining within the screaming horde.

The Lord of the Land must be a barrier to enemy forces that wish to hurt his citizens! Skum of Golarian, you shall find me a blade barrier!

Haste attack long+ haste: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 Attack Red 4
damage leaded: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 2) + 5 = 10
attack long+ haste: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 Attack Red 4
damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1) + 5 = 8

attack short+ haste: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 1 = 17 Attack Red 4
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

attack long+ haste: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20 Attack Red 4
damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 5) + 5 = 13
attack short+ haste: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13 Attack Red 4
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Wren dawdles and delays, preening, seeing who stands after Lena’s conflagration.

When the smoke clears, she will level her taloned wand of Magic Missile at the most wounded foes, sending 3 missiles to one and 2 to another.

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 1) + 3 = 7 force
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 4) + 2 = 8 force
39/50 charges

PotPie starts dawdling forward as he sees more pebbles to eat. Elena runs to the super chicken, grabbing it by the neck and launching it back beside her.

"BWWaaaakkKK"

"Get back here." She watches as the fireworks goes off from Vladlena. She claps and gives a small wink (Evil Eye) as she begins to giggle. "That is pretty!"

Evil Eye on forward two Skum. DC 20 Will save or -4 to Saving Throws for 8 rounds. Pass of saving throw is still a single round. Split Hex to target two skum.

empowered fireball: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1, 1, 4, 6, 1, 5, 5, 5) = 38 x1.5=57pts damage

Sweet Jesus.

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The passage is scorched by unbelievably intense heat which annihilates all of the skum in the pit and one or two others for good measure. Two skum wither beneath Elena's evil eye while Wren fires in a couple of magic missiles and Bronin slashes one up badly, not quite killing it.

Whiskeyjack and Adder are up!

Round 2
HP 82/94
AC 21 T13 FF19
CMD 27
Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +7; +1 Luck bonus vs. traps, +3 Ref vs traps
SA: sneak attack +3d6, studied target +3 (3rd, swift action)
Orc Ferocity: 1/1
Tactician: 2/2
Target: Red Skum
Active: Haste

Jameson moves in and attacks the nearest skum, studying the closest 3.

Attack: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (13) + 20 = 33
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (1, 3) + 20 = 24

"This will make clothes stink for some time."

Sweet Jesus.

Yes. +1. That made me laugh, because I was thinking the same thing. That is almost the equivalent of 400+ damage with one fireball. Minga! Good work Wren and Vladlena.

I aim to please. :D

Jut, please, aim!

Whiskeyjack blinked against the heat as the fireballs exploded in the corridor. His first thought was to wonder why the air smelled so good. his second was delight that the mages had left him and the others some skum to kill. The dwarf laid about him with his hammer, shouting "Angradd!" in a loud bellow.

Full attack, with haste and DF active, starting with one to my west and moving anti-clockwise as they fall.

haste attack, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 24
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 14
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
attack1, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 28
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 22
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
attack2, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 25
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 21
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

see, whiskeyjack, missed you by a mile. Well, inches anyway. But still missed.

Adder badly wounds one of the skum while Whiskeyjack dispatches one more with three swift blows of his hammer. The three skum outside of the pit continue in their frenzy and try to cross it! Two of them fall to their deaths, plunging into the strange shadow-stuff of the pit. The third is badly cut by the spikes, but manages to cross to the other wall.

The skum leap upon Whiskeyjack as their friend falls, howling and screaming in their insane, fishy way. Their engorged brains blob about in a way that isn't exactly attractive.

Whiskeyjack takes 26 damage! Everyone is up! They're alllmost all dead.

Lena casts quickly, striking the skum that hit whiskyjack with a magic missile spell

magic missile: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 3, 1) + 5 = 19

Whiskeyjack roared as one of the skum smashed him in the face, splitting his lip and possibly breaking his nose again. He threw his shield up into the creature's face, and then continued his rhythmic pounding with his hammer.

Full attack, with haste and DF active, starting with one to my west and moving anti-clockwise as they fall. SS +2 is up!

haste attack, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 25
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 22
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
attack1, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 26
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 17
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
attack2, pa, haste, df: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 3 = 9
damage,pa,df: 1d10 + 6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 4 + 3 = 22
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Round 3
HP 82/94
AC 21 T13 FF19
CMD 27
Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +7; +1 Luck bonus vs. traps, +3 Ref vs traps
SA: sneak attack +3d6, studied target +3 (3rd, swift action)
Orc Ferocity: 1/1
Tactician: 2/2
Target: Red Skum
Active: Haste

Adder smiles and continues his attack in silence.

Starting with Red Skum and will 5' step if/when it drops.

Attack #1: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 2) + 20 = 24

Attack #2: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (4, 4) + 20 = 28

Attack #3: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 3) + 20 = 25

Attack #2 Confirm: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 3) + 20 = 25

Attack #3 Confirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 2) + 20 = 24

Seeing Adder swinging away and moving into tactical position alongside Whiskey, Bronin steps back and puts away his sword. Pulling out his bow and setting aim. Ready for the final Skum to possibly climb out of the pit and into his crosshairs.

That's All Folks!

Wren preens, waiting for the strongfolk to finish off the deadbrains. While she does such, she ponders what is going on with the brains of the skumfolk. She watches each decapitation with interest, hoping that the insides of the heads will explain more than the outside.

Is there a particular knowledge skill that will help explain the changes in these skum?

1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38 Knowledge (Arc20/Dung20/Loc19/Pln20/Rel20)

Elena hangs back, watching with Wren as the others take care of the skum. "You guys are alright!" She smiles tossing another wink.

Evil Eye on the two green Skum. DC 20 Will save or -4 to attack rolls for 8 rounds. Pass of saving throw is still a single round. Split Hex to target two skum.

Wren takes a moment to figure out why the hell their heads are cut open. From the looks of it, the skum's heads have been surgically opened with great care. However, upon closer look - in the din of combat - it's clear that their brains appear to have been tinkered with. Some have bits cut out, or what look like other brains attached with incredible surgical care. Sometimes there's wiring, other times there's discoloration from chemicals. Something has been experimenting with the skum.

Whiskeyjack and Jameson make very short work of the three skum in front of them. The last one leaps up from the pit and rushes for the party, screaming incoherently - that is until it takes a magic missile in the forehead. It flies backwards into the pit. There's a bloop sound and as the pit expires, it comes up to floor level, revealing fourteen dead skum bodies.

End of Combat

Check out these cubbyholes, and I'll advanced forward to a good chokepoint and keep watch for enemies that might have heard a commotion.
Join me when the nooks and crannies are investigated. Hopefully there's more clues to be discovered.

Bronin sneaks forward. he hunkers down into position and tries to blend with the shadows - listening for enemies that might converge on his party of heroes.

Lena casts detect magic on the corpses to see if anything of worth is there.

Adder gives the bodies and room a quick once over before sneaking forward with Bronin.

"Was good fight, we win."

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

Wren takes a few quick mental notes about the procedures in case any of the men-folk need any work done later.

”This surgery is just...interesting. It reminds me of my time as nurse...blahblahblah...second war of the flumphs...blahblahblah...no one thought they would come back...blahblahblah...severed kneecap, but the solution turned out to be man’s seed...blahblahblah...helmets did little to protect one’s backside from the tentacles...blahblahblah...commanding officer fell in love with a dwarf...blahblahblah...scandalous amount of hair...blahblahblah...and that’s when we knew we won, after we had the shipment of turnips,” Wren explains while others explore.

She casts Detect Magic and float/scan all the room in 2, then move up to Bronin.

Can’t move on map now, feel free to move Wren up.

When Wren joins us at the front
*****
We will want to be quiet for now, but I'd love to hear about your time in the place called... The Furrows. I saw the map of your travels and it looked like an interesting place. Seemed like a blackspot on the map.
SHHHH. Quiet time. Let Adder and I scout forward more.

Bronin will wait for the rest before advancing forward. Hopefully they give some level of sign language that their findings were "positive" or "negative".

The skum all have high-quality scale mail and tridents, but nothing else of value. Scouring the surrounding tunnels, you're surrounded by the extremely graphic carvings of skum engaged in carnal acts with human women. You investigate the seaweed mounds, trying to look for information or discern their purpose. It appears whatever use they once had was cleared out. However, you do find out bit of information. A hand-knitted baby blanket, which has a few tiny scales, as if a fishy thing was once wrapped in it.

From here, the tunnel continues south, where a strange sort of brain-fungus was in a room, and several buzzing insectoid creatures.

This is a very bad place

Adder looks at the baby blanket with more questions than answers.

"Where are these children?"

He then sneaks forward to scout the brain-fungus.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

"Indeed, little one, indeed. Here be evil, make no doubt abou' tha'. When th' time comes t' leave this place, i' would be better off fer a scouring with yer fire."

"Which way d' we go, oh fearless leader? Th' left fork, or th' right?"

”We should go left,” Wren chitters, explaining what her eyes saw again. ”A hard left. Around that way...yes, dearie, there you go...” Left left to area 3.

Wren continues to explain her history as a nurse.

”...and we quickly discovered that turnips...blahblahblah...powerful aphrodisiac..blahblahblah...mixed with cotton swabs inserted in one’s..blahblahblah...uncontrollable urination..blahblahblah...pleasant burning sensation..blahblahblah...and the triplets were insatiable..blahblahblah...had to be serviced every hour lest..blahblahblah...and well, in short, we really enjoyed the ketchup.”

Bronin advances around the corner. Quiet and lurking to see the Brain fungus. He leaves the talk of Fire-scourging and burning urination behind.

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22 +4 more for evil outsiders. +4 for undead. +2 for Abberations
perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27 +4 more for evil outsiders. +4 for undead. +2 for Abberations

Elena drags PotPie close behind. The large chicken scuttles forward, bumping into everything around it as the cross-eyed chicken looks for food. Ruffling its sparse feathers and flaring out at the moving shadows.

"Do you think they keep the children and women alive?" Elena asks waiting for Bronin to come back. She wraps her arms tight around herself as it is much colder down in this damp cavern.

Bornin cautiously advances around the corner.

The damp walls of this dark cavern display a bewildering variety of obscure and esoteric symbols painted in bright, clashing colors and pigments.

In the centre of the room is a large fungal brain atop five ropy legs, encrusted with fungal shelves. A wide mouth with chitinous teeth gapes on top of its body, and two long tendrils lash the air above it. As Bronin advances, a bewildering array of strange, conflicting images appear over and around the creature, makings its form difficult to understand. The faces of loved ones, memorable locations, and vanquished foes twist and turn together, like your dreamstuff has been yanked out and dumped onto this creature.

To the south, fungal webbing blocks off several chambers, and within you hear buzzing and can see the silhouetted forms of what you understand to be mi-go. They appear to not have noticed Bronin.