GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 1

Wren shakes her head as everything seems to be going wrong at once. She casts haste on the party, then floats back and away.

Can’t move on map right now, but going about 20’ away from the plant and vamp.

Haste! You know the deal. +1 to yadayadayada...

Bronin went in Round one. He was grappled. Waiting to either be swallowed or set free via killing this thing.

Adder walks in to start attacking the plant and as he moves, the flytrap's giant maw snaps open and closed, grabbing him as well! However he manages to score a solid hit alongside Bronin, who carves at it as best he can.

Wren magically hastens the party, and Whiskeyjack absolutely wallops Merrick with Raven's Head. The vampire hisses in shock and chants for a moment, brambles crawling up around her to encase her in a thorny armor.

Adder takes 14 damage from an AoO and is grappled! Lena and Elena are up an that flytrap has seen better days.

So, no more fireballs, what to do Lena says, grinning. She then cats a scorching ray at the flytrap.

scorching ray 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

damage 1: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2, 5, 2) + 1 = 12

scorching ray 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

damage 2: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 5) + 1 = 17

scorching ray 3: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

damage 3: 4d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1, 2, 2) + 1 = 11

all touch attack

Elena glares over at Merrick. "Rip our throats out?" Though the glare she passes contains a powerful magic as the medallion glows beneath Elena's clothes.

But Merrick can see the wispy outline of true power cascading around the little barmaid.

Agony Hex on Merrick- DC 20 Fort save or nauseated for 11 rounds.

Lena's ray is enough to blast the flytrap apart, freeing the rest of the group. Merrick is almost done in by Elena's magic, but she snarls and fights through it!

plant is down and initiative blocks collapse. Everyone else is up!

Round 2

Wren calms as the big plant dies, more worried about being swallowed by that than the vampire’s kiss.

Haste! 2/11 You know the deal. +1 to yadayadayada...

Drawing her wand, she fires at the vampire.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 4, 4, 2, 2) + 5 = 19 force damage
24/50 charges left.

Elenea continues to glare at Merrick. "Stop this madness already before someone gets hurt. We just wanted to talk!"

Accursed hex- Agony Hex on Merrick- DC 20 Fort save or nauseated for 11 rounds.

Adder shakes off plant guts and waits to see if Merrick will listen to Elena or fight.

"We are also sorry about your plant."

Move up, study, attack

Attack: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (7) + 22 = 29
Damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (2, 4) + 21 = 27

"Plant?! YOU JUST DESTROYED HUNDREDS OF RARE SPECIES WITH THAT FIREBALL!" The vampire is completely enraged, fighting on despite the attacks pouring on her, she shrugs off Elena's hex as she attacks. Whiskeyjack and Adder land solid blows while Quinley races past her in an attempt to set up a flank.

"You had every opportunity to parlay Merrick! We're getting into the underground no matter what, I'm not going to let my mother's death go unanswered!"

Merrick snarls, and as Adder continues to beat on her, she focuses on him for a second.

Adder's Will Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Adder quickly shakes his head as the vampire's gaze bears down onto him, and he resists her control!

Everyone is up!

Round 2

Wren sighs as the vampire continues to her second death (after living, now unliving) and seemingly wants to rush to her third and final death (staking or destruction of the coffin).

”You had your chance to be nice, dearie.”

Haste! 3/11 You know the deal. +1 to yadayadayada...

She fires her wand at the vampire.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 3, 3) + 5 = 16 force damage
23/50 charges left.

One second, BRonin has an arm engulfed by the flytrap. The thing trying to lift him and swallow him.
A ball of fire and brimstone decimate the plant, leaving it's flytrap mouth to open and liberate Bronin. Calmly, he walks around the now inanimate stalk and the torn and burnt landscape of the sunhouse.

He has both weapons drawn as he makes his way to the druidess that just wouldn't be nice when given an open opportunity.
Round 2 movement to position next to the druid.
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ROUND 3.
Quinley's on a mission, but really, I'm the one you should have been most worried about. I'm destruction.

7 attacks! Flanking with Quinley.
Long Sword: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23 Attack 1
damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16Damage 1
Long Sword: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32 Attack 2
damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16 Damage 2
Long Sword: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19 Attack 3
damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18Damage 3
Long Sword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Attack 4
damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20Damage 4
Short Sword
S Sword: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25 Attack 1
damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
S Sword: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35 Attack 2
damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
S Sword: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 Attack 3
damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Possible Crit -
ConfirmCrit: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Rend Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

I destroyed your plants. Don't worry, I am certain you will be joining them, bloodsucker.

Lena backs up her comments will a spell, building its power

empowered magic missile: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 2, 1) + 5 = 13 x1.5=19

Jameson studies his target while waiting for Whiskeyjack to step down and flank. As soon as that happens, he silently goes to work on chopping down their foe.

Attack: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (13) + 24 = 37
Damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (3, 2) + 21 = 26
Sneak: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 6) = 10

Attack: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (3, 2) + 21 = 26
Sneak: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 1) = 11

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (4, 3) + 21 = 28
Sneak: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5) = 11

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Damage: 2d4 + 21 ⇒ (4, 1) + 21 = 26
Sneak: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 1) = 7

"Plants? Ye be givin' up yer life fer plants? I know vampires were evil bloodsucking monsters, bu' never heard tha' they were stupid ones!"

Whiskeyjack stepped to the side, giving Adder the flank, then pounded the vampire with his undead bane hammer o' doom. Maybe he could come up with a better name than that, but it fit for the moment.

attack, flank, pa, bane: 1d20 + 14 + 3 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 3 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 35
damage: 1d10 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 + 3 + (6, 4) = 24
intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

attack, flank, pa, bane: 1d20 + 9 + 3 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 3 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 29
damage: 1d10 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 + 3 + (2, 5) = 27
intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Elena watches in horror as everyone attacks the vampire. "She hasn't attacked yet. She is just defending herself. Don't kill her!" She screams.

Misfortune Hex on Merrick- DC 22 Will save.

The group piles onto Merrick and just start laying waste to the vampire. Within seconds she is cut down, her body vanishing under the last weapon swing. White smoke pours through your legs and out of the greenhouse, leaving her possessions behind.

End of Combat

Quinley groans. "No better than a thrall. We may have an enemy for a long time because of that fireball but she'll recover in time. We gave her every chance to be peaceable."

He nudges her gear. "Take it if you want I suppose, she's already not going to be well-disposed. Once we get to the Underground and make our plea to Luvick he can order her to leave us be. He'll repect this show of power. Probably."

Quinley cleans and sheathes his rapier, grimaing a bit. "Any one of you healers? We've got a sewer to get in to and I'd prefer not to get filth in my wounds."

”Where is that smoke going?” Wren takes off after the smoke, following it.

Wren will follow the smoke in the air, trying to determine where it is going.

Bronin hands Quinley a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.
Here, take this at least. It won't help with all the wounds the plant gave you, but maybe Whiskey will heal you more. I certainly need some assistance with healing myself.

Seeing the loot, not much interests him. It's fairly low quality stuff, but the cloak could be really useful for where they are going.
do you guys mind if I take the cloak? I have this cloak that helps me while hunting (elven kind), I can share it with one of you- or just put it in my backpack as i don this cloak.
Unless another needs the cloak of resistance or wants to swap out with an Elvenkind, Bronin will claim it and don it.

Bronin looks around for more stuff, like the way to the vampire underground. There has to be a stairway or sewergrate.

perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

"Stop!"

"Dinnae be drinkin' anythin' th' fool be giving' you! Be ye healed by positive or negative energy? Last thing we be wantin' be t' heal ye t' death!"

Adder also attempts to track the smoke while the healing drama plays out.

Survival: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

........
Bronin looks at Whiskey and processes what he just said.
Well, I'll be damned. In this case, I was a fool.
He looks onto Quinley for a response on what's what with his biology.

Elena looks about confused. "Healing you can kill you?" She asks curiously. She slowly withdraws a wand she has hidden within the folds of her dingy apron. "Otherwise, I have a wand. It is a bit cracked and beat up but it should still work for a little while."

Lena waits on developments, casting detect magic and looking through the loot.

Sorry fro the delay, am back. Also I kinda forgot about dhampirs lol

Loot is spoilered in my last post, Lena.

Quinley blanches a bit. "Right, the rules are reversed. I require negative energy like the undead, I'll survive otherwise though."

He waves his hand at the smoke. "The smoke is Merrick. She's going to return to her coffin to recover I imagine. By the time she has any designs on bothering us we'll have spoken with her master who will keep her in check."

With that, Quinley makes his over to a massive storm drain. You hear the sound of rushing water below. It's a huge metal grate very sturdily attached to the cobbles.

"This is the way in... the vampires just turn into smoke to get past it." He looks to the rest of you. "Any idea on how to get past?"

Bronin drinks a potion of Bull Strength.
Hopefully the solution is in greater strength.
He tries to pick up the storm drain or at least get it off it's frame so that he can drag it along the ground.
strength check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
strength check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
strength check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
He was already to buff his strength, knowing the certain dangers below.

Elena shakes her head. "Maybe Potpie can squeeze through?" She had little that would help to get the crate off or get her past.

Wren circles back as she realizes that the smoke isn't where the fire is and she returns.

She waits for others to get through the grate, hoping that brute force will succeed before she must bring her magics to bear.

"The size of this grate reminds me of this time I watch this one halflingess...blahblahblah...compared to the size of the enlarged...blahblahblah...she seemed willing enough...blahblahblah...and with enough ooze exact, it was incredibly slick...blahblahblah...no one thought it would work, but they were trying 5gp per visitor...blahblahblah...heck of a profit...blahblahblah...needless to say the place sold...blahblahblah...horrendous ripping sound...blahblahblah...and she did manage to get the bag of chips open, sharing them with everybody," Wren comments from previous experience.

Ignoring the elf, Lena says Perhaps your chicken could get through, Elena, but there may be vampires. Hmm.
She turns and says, Whiskeyjack, can a chicken become a vampire?

K. Religion Untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"I would not think chickens can be vampires, no fangs."

"I no' be havin' anythin' fer yer kind, dhampir. All me magics are fer th' livin'. Mebbe we ken be finding a wand or sommat wit' negative energy bound t' i' along th' way, bu' I no' be hopeful."

Whiskeyjack watched Bronin struggle with the heavy grate with a smirk on his face. He was about to join in and help the human when the former nobleman gave a huge wrench and really muscled up the grate.

He was a little distracted by this and didn't really pay much attention to Lena's question until it had bounced around his think skull a few times.

"Wha'? A chicken vampire? I dinnae think so, lass. The vampire's curse be limited to warm-blooded mammals, and e'en then I ne'er heard o' anythin' bu' a humanoid bein' truly turned. Somethin' in th' magical nature o' the curse requires thinkin' bein's."

In another game, I put a dhampir in the negatives with my clericafter "helpfully" healing him with positive energy. "Helaing them to death" has stuck with me ever since.

Potpie clucks shifting his head about nervously. Elena pictures him with large fangs protruding from his beak with an insatiable thirst for their own blood. It would be quite ironic. Their dinner feasting on them. "Vampire chicken? That sounds horrifying." Though it reminded her of a story from her childhood. "We used to have this boy named Link that would run around town smashing clay pots. One day he accidentally hit a chicken with his wooden sword. Next thing we knew a whole roost of chickens came out of nowhere and pecked him so bad. Little thief probably deserved it." She continues to watch Bronin struggle with the grate. "There another way in?"

With some aid anothers its enough to get past the storm drain so I won't labour the point.

The group gather around and with Quinley and Whiskeyjack helping out you manage to rip the storm drain out right out of the cobbles of the garden. Quinley laughs.

"Kill her favorite plants, send her to the coffin, and now we've torn up her nice street. Serves her right for refusing to parlay. I'm not sure vampirism would work on a chicken, and no right-minded vampire would grant one the gift. I'm fairly certain they'll only turn someone who looks good in a black cape. There's a sense of decorum."

The storm drain yawns below you and you hear the roaring water of the city's sewers. Thankfully the constant rain means the sewers are more water than anything else right now. Quinley waves his hands to the rest of you.

"After you?"

Whiskeyjack hefted hammer and shield, then jumped down into the tunnels, his natural darkvision kicking in as he looked about, ready for trouble. His feet slipped as he landed, and it was all he could do to remain upright.

"Ware th' floor! I' be as slippery as a goblin's snot socket down 'ere!"

jump: 1d20 - 10 ⇒ (18) - 10 = 8
perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Wren looks down the drain, but does not enter first. She will fly down after the others.

”Okay, dearies, let’s be careful down here. They don’t seem to want to be friendly with us...and there is an open question as to why.”

Bronin takes back the potion. Sorry, my mistake on that. I was intending it as a offer of good will.
He has the botle by the neck, and downs the contents. He was expecting WhiskeyJack to maybe heal him, but accepts the situation.

CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7
The Dhampire must have sapped some of it's positive energy. Bronin takes another.

CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 3) + 3 = 11

Bronin drops down, with a splash , and bended knees. Like a predator that pounced, but missed the quarry. He's amped and ready to slice up some undead.

Elena cringes, not only at the smell but at climbing through the sewage drain. "Vampires don't mind living in this gunk with kobolds and goblins?" She begins climbing down, squealing and shaking goop from her hands as she descends somewhere in the middle of the group.

Lena jumps in.
Not too bad. After getting a wiff of the crazy elf, nothing much is.
She casts light.

BZZZHHHT

As the group jumps in, a trap goes off.

A white symbol flares up as Whiskeyjack's feet hit the ground and a blast of powerful brain-scrambling energy flares out! The spell seems to fade out after hitting two of you, but it's enough to completely stun Lena and Elena! You take a second to get your bearings. You are in a 15' diameter chamber below the storm drain with an exit to the main sewer to your south.

Lena and Elena are both stunned for a few rounds. I'll letcha know how it goes.

Lena staggers. She looks about, not knowing where she is.
Eldon? Arval? I think I brained my damage

Wren stays unmoving for a moment after the trap is sprung, floating above the rest. She cocks an ear as the spell fades.

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31 Perception

”Oh dear, I think we have guests coming! Be ready, my dearies,” Wren warns the party and floats another 10’ up in the air. ”Be ready.”

Elena doesn't seem to hear a thing as her ears and eyes all feel like they are ringing and flashing. She blinks, looking about stupidly for a few moments unsure what is happening. All she knows is she is scared.

Eldon, Arval? What you talking about FieryLena? Won't those the two that fled the coop weeks ago?
Are you alright?

Bronin moves forward. Hearing that there's enemies at the gates. He wants to chop the bad guys down to size.

Adder draws his sword and prepares for company.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (5) + 19 = 24

GAH! I knew I missed a game yesterday!

Bronin moves into the main passage. Fast-flowing water and sewage flows along the main route while Bornin steps out onto a walkway suspended five feet above the water.

As he does so, he hears cooing and whispering from the south. Along with wisps of smoke, two women and a man in bloodstained white shirts lung out. They pause for a moment, eyeing Bronin like a delicious roast about to be carved before they move in, whispering sweetly to him.

"Come join us lover..."

"Please, we have such beautiful things to show you..."

"It's so strange for you to be down here, let us make you more comfortable..."

White smoke pours out overtop of them as they emerge.

Adder, Whiskeyjack, and Bronin are up!

Wren wonders what those things are.

Is there a Knowledge check?

k. religion: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

"'ere they come! Ever'one prepare yerselves!"

Whiskeyjack moved forward behind Bronin, casting a spell to augment his own abilities.

Move, cast Divine Favor

Adder studies his foes then prepares to strike.

K. Dungeoneering?: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

Whiskeyjack knows vampire spawn when he sees it. Weaker, less vampires who will never rise above the thralls of the true vampires. However, tehy are quite dangerous and known for their ability to dominate minds. They have the standard resistances and weaknesses of vampires, being best struck by silver weapons and with some resistance to cold and electricity. They also can assume a gaseous form.

Adder and Bronin are up!

Bronin goes shoulder to shoulder with Whiskey. He downs a potion to buff his mind. Strengthen it against the mind powers of the undead.
Drink Potion of owls wisdom
+4 wisdom
He gets ready for the onslaught.