GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Wren waits for others to go first, not willing to engage all the monks on her own. She does draw her wand of Magic Missiles. She grips the raptor’s talon-shaped rod tightly.

The party carefully develops a strategy of run and kill everything.

[ooc]I'll just push to the fight. Bronin and Adder are up!{/ooc]

Bronni whispers and touches the blades. They seem to get thicker and heavier. He then moves quietly to put himself into position to spring upon enemies at close range.

Roll Tide 'em like Varisians.

stealth: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24

cast leaded blades

Lena advances a bit. Then she will cast a magic missile on the first target that comes into view

magic missile: 5d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 3, 4) + 6 = 19

Lean? And where is Elena?

Elena is back near Wren.

I meant in the init order

Whoops. Elena is in the latter half of the initiatives with the rest of the group.

Adder moves up alongside Bronin, readying and action as he prepares for the enemy to counterattack! The mohrgs and monks all rush in, creating a bottleneck as the undead in front start the attack.

Bronin takes 15 damage. EVERYONE IS UP!

Bronin absorbs the pain of the Morghs. Even with taking a swipe -Bronin looks at Adder. Smiling.
Looks like it's just you and me holding off the breech.
I know people think I'm an a%~#!!~, but I guarantee you that the people behind me are surviving this because we're here- holding the breach.

You always were an a#$@$!$ Gorman! Classic scene.

Round 1

Wren moves up and sees that she can offer a nice piece of big boom to help her goon squad beat the bad guy goon squad. She casts Fireball (intensified) and is able to hit all targets.

13d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 1, 1, 3, 2, 2, 1, 6, 6, 4, 4, 3) = 41 fire damage vs. Reflex 21 for half

Adder looks uncomfortable holding the line with only Bronin there. "Let us hope we are not alone for long."

He swings at the nearest foe.

Attack #1: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (4, 2) + 24 = 30

Attack #2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (2, 4) + 24 = 30

Attack #3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (3, 3) + 24 = 30

Attack #2 Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (1, 1) + 24 = 26

Bronin activates his glove Swift Action.

Also, if I start taking down opponents (With the help of Wren's Fireball) note I also have "Lunge" as an ability. Increasing my reach to 10 feet! it's this type of situation where Bronin is really powerful.

Elena begins to turn her hands in circles, molding the shadows in the room into an orb. The shadow orb swirls and twists, ready to engulf any who come near.

Shadow conjuration an Aqueous Orb. DC 20 Reflex to negate the damage. If unable to negate then take 2d6 points of nonlethal damage damage and need another DC 20 reflex or become engulfed. Those affected by the orb also need a Will DC 20 to disbelieve this illusion and only take 20% of the damage.

@ Elena - what a cool spell. I really like your character as she has brought some awesome and original spells to the table.

@ Elena - what a cool spell. I really like your character as she has brought some awesome and original spells to the table.

Wren huffs at something only she can see and feel, annoyed by something. He glares at someone, maybe Bronin but maybe not, and then focuses on the assailants again. No, no, no, she's not totally passive-aggressive or anything. Far from it.

Shadow conjuration an Aqueous Orb. DC 20 Reflex to negate the damage. If unable to negate then take 2d6 points of nonlethal damage and need another DC 20 reflex or become engulfed. Those affected by the orb also need a Will DC 20 to disbelieve this illusion and only take 20% of the damage.

Little problem. undead don't take non-lethal damage

Nope but I am hoping the back ones aren't undead, and if they are then at least it can pin a few of them to take them out of the fight for a bit is what I was thinking.

Whiskeyjack hustled around the corner an dsaw teh bulwark that Adder and Bronin had become. Sure, it kept the undead from reaching the group, but it also kept him from smashing their heads! He began chanting and cast one of his few spells remaining. Everyone felt their limbs speeding up a fraction.

Casting blessing of fervor if it looks like the spells and prior attacks haven't dropped many yet.

Very cool spell, particularly with shadow conjuration. NL damage don't matter if they get picked up by the washing machine.

Wren sends out a scorching fireball, and as soon as it clears a big blob of water suddenly starts rolling among your foes! Unfortunately, none are caught up in it thanks to a mix of dodging it or failing to believe the illusion. Adder and Bronin both turn into spinning walls of knifey death, cutting down one of the mohrg in front of them while another barely stands.

LENA you posted without an action. GO GO GO GO GO

Lena advances a bit. Then she will cast a magic missile on the first target that comes into view

[dice=magic missile]5d4 + 6

Here was my action from above. 19 damage

Lena blasts a mohrg into nothingness as the monks decide to test their luck against the orb. There's lots of 'ya!' and 'flippity!' as they charge forward only to get battered back by the party. Two of them get pulled up into Elena's magical washing machine as one manages to squeeze through to punch Adder in the face.

Adder takes a whopping 9 damage. ASdder and Bronin have attacks of opportunity. EVERYONE IS UP!

Yes. This is your funeral.
attack of Op: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16 damage: 2d6 + 14 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 14 + (6) = 30 +4 to hit and damage if these are Evil outsiders or undead subtype.

Bronin focuses on the Morgh, finding he knows the weaknesses of their constitution.

Possible Long Sword Crit
LS attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 damage: 2d6 + 19 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 19 + (5) = 28 LS D6 is fire.

Round 2

Wren fires her wand at the most wounded mohrg, and then moves out of sight.

”cawCAW!”

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 1, 3) + 5 = 17 force damage
6/50 charges left.

Jameson takes the slap without issue. "Have been hit harder during courtship ritual."

Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (3, 1) + 24 = 28

Attack: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (2, 3) + 24 = 29

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (4, 3) + 24 = 31

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (3, 1) + 24 = 28

"He was much bigger than you though."

Don't forget your Blessing of Fervor, folks

"Ye be needin' t' move! I cannae thump 'em soundly if'n ye two be packing th' hallway like an all-cheese diet!"

Whiskeyjack, frustrated that he couldn't get to the enemy, waited for an opening. Meanwhile, he cast a ray of light that wrapped around one of the bouncing cultist monks.

Hold person DC 17 on the monk outlined in blue

The shadow orb swirls and flows keeping the trio as trapped as she can. It batters the undead as she tries to keep them still long enough for her group to take them down. "Stop resisting." Her voice holds a bit more power than she believes as it takes sway over all in the room.

Mass Hold Person DC 23 Will save if WhiskeyJack's fails. Otherwise she will just target the rest.

Bronin makes a quick end of the novice in front of him while Wren blasts the mohrg facing Adder who also cuts down his foe. The novice who isn't in the giant water ball manages to resist Whiskey's spell, but Elena follows up with a curse of her own and he is soon paralyzed... and underwater.

Lena decides not to do anything. All three remaining novices swirl around in the orb, unable to escape while the last mohrg jumps through trying to take out Adder, failing.

Everyone is up! ALmost done with these dudes.

lena magic missiles the nearest monk

magic missile: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2, 1, 3, 3) + 5 = 18 +1 damage if undead

Wren delays, hoping the goons can clean up the mess.

”How are you doing, my birb fren?” Wren asks of the wondrous chicken, hoping the birb fares well.

Elena continues cursing those that stand in their way. Potpie looks up at Wren, each eye looking in opposing directions as it pecks at the air. "Cluck...cluck.."

Split Hex Misfortune on Mohrg and Blue. DC 24

Attack #1: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (1, 1) + 24 = 26

Attack #2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (1, 4) + 24 = 29

Attack #3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (3, 4) + 24 = 31

Attack #1 Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 24 ⇒ (4, 2) + 24 = 30

Whiskeyjack waited for the two burly men in front to finish off the morgh, and then ran forward with his hammer swinging at the nearest of the monks.

attack,pa,bof: 1d20 + 16 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 16 - 3 + 2 = 18
damage,pa: 1d10 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 6 = 17
intimidate: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

The guys in the orb are screwed, I'm gonna hand-wave.

While Wren tries to communicate with a fellow bird-brain, Adder quickly takes down another mohrg. Finally the group overwhelms the three novices stuck in the big water blob, cutting the evil monks without difficulty.

End of Combat

You find the following on the novices:

Pleased with your work, you peer down the south hall, which goes beyond your light source - but you hear the bubbling of alchemical equipment in that direction.

Well done. Well done. We sure did manhandle those monks and the undead. The ferocious wall held and the people who shape the mystical ...uh...stuff.. did their hocus pocus.
He admires the water orb that was created.

Something *REALLY* special right there. Something special indeed.

"Hmph! Wasted me time and me spell! Dinnae block th' door like tha' next time. I ne'er even go' t' ge' a whack in. His hammer be yearnin' fer some undead ichor, no' t' be waved abou' like a conductor's baton!"

Whiskeyjack stomped forward, hoping to find some skeletons or something to bash.

perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Wren ends her avian mind meld when the sound of combat dissipate, flying up near the ceiling as she follows the others down the hall.

She pauses and sends two pairs of her remaining four Prying Eyes down the hallway in pairs, asking that the look around and return if they get attacked or finish exploring the area.

While she waits for them to return, she will identify the magics of the dead.

Wren's little bird-eyes float southwards to explore the next area.

Tremendously complicated alchemical equipment crowds the wooden tables in this chamber, all condensing some thick, black fluid. Iron spikes impale several drained corpses to the walls, their bodies sprouting leaky hoses filled with vile ichor.

Strange automatons that are a strange combination of what looks like the spare parts of the laboratory and moving among them is a wizened robed figure, clearly undead. Wren knows a lich when she sees one.

As the prying eyes flit about the room, the lich turns, its disturbing pinprick eyes sighting the spell.

"Curious, aren't you? I thought I heard a fight. Well you are too late - the master rises! Come my creatures, battle awaits."

The lich quickly starts grabbing vials from nearby tables and downing them while the golems animate and begin stomping towards the north entrance. The eyes return and report back these events to Wren.

"Oh no. Maybe we should come back later? It's...uh...it's unseemly in there. Golems and liches and all sorts of unholy gobbledygook," Wren explains what she saw.

She probably assumes that the goon squad won't retreat and are (correctly) ready to stir some s$$~ up, and she's willing to hang in the back and chitter with annoyance at people's failures offer construct advice.

In preparation, she casts Mass Fly on the party and True Seeing on herself before engaging in the battle.

"Get ready. Golems don't come to pet kittens," Wren advises seriously.

Golems and liches you miserable piddlespotters! Let's do this!

Golems? What sort? More details, bird brain.

Lena jumps on her broom and floats to the ceiling, then the mass fly spell hits.

Well, that's handy, but a little redundant.

She stands on the ceiling, using her slippers of spider climb.

But it's good as a backup

Piddlespotters? Are you channeling Quill, you birdbrain?

"Yes! Bring on th' big boys! Golms're immune t' magic, righ'? We be dealin' wit' them and ye lasses be handlin' th' lich."

Whiskeyjack cast a Divine Favor on himself and then readied himself for combat.

Bronin does a little magic. His existing leaded blades still in effect.
I'll post later. at work now.

Danger coming? VestalElena... Bronin stumbles over the words, as he subconsciously reverted back to assuming Elena was a damsel in distress. well, is she a vestal anymore? Is she in danger from this fight, or does she have ways to cause damage like that seen at the WoundWorld?
Bronin shuts his mouth. Not knowing what to say.

"Any suggestions?" Elena looks on as she draws he butcher knife, standing well behind the others.

Bless this sword my magical scabbard.
Bronin casts a spell to give him the endurance of a bear and he unsheathes his short sword from it's scabbard of vigor. Raising it's magical attunement.

Cast bears endurance. Fly up into the air 15 feet and unsheathing sword with Scabbard of vigor to increase it to a +3 for 3 rounds. Vigor - 1/3. if I can turn it to defense,I will. AC 28 new HP's 169/169.

Letting Adder post and will push tomorrow inc ase there's further buffs/strategizing.

Adder stares at the golems grimly and hands out advice. "Flank them, stab for the weak spots if you can. We must work together."

Use Tactician ability to grant all allies within 30ft the Precise Strike feat for 9 rounds.

Precise Strike +1d6 precision damage for melee attacks if you and an ally with this feat flank the same target.

You all get together, plan your "run and stab them" plan, and charge! You make your way down the hall and as your light hits the golems, they attack in turn.

EVERYONE IS UP!

Round 1

Wren knows her friends (and even Lena too) are flying and so has no fear about laying down dangerous pits for bad things to fall into. She casts Acid Pit on the left/blue golem, hoping for the best. DC 23 Reflex or be cast into the acid.

"Fly! Fly, my Pretties!"

2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 Acid damage
6d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 6, 6, 4, 3) = 23 Falling damage

Gripping her knife tightly Elena gives Adder and Bronin a quick wink of assurance. "You got this!"

Split Hex Fortune on Bronin and Adder.

Seeing a nice open path to the golems ahead, Whiskeyjack raised his shield and hammer and rushed forward.

"ANGRAAAADDDDDD!"

The hammer whistled down to strike the golem on his left, and Whiskeyjack smiled as the strike flew. There were six people in that last fight and he hadn't gotten to smite any of them! And then his feet hit a slick patch of floor. He nearly lost his balance, wavered, was fine, and then his shield caught Raven's Head on the downswing and he missed the golem completely. He ended with his hammer head on the floor and his shield badly out of position.

hammer, df, pa: 1d20 + 16 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 16 + 3 - 3 = 17
damage,pf,pa: 1d10 + 8 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 + 6 = 25

Wren creates a pit which only takes out one of the golems, leaving the entryway open for the party to stream through. The golem vanishes from sight, landing with a loud crash at the bottom of the pit below.

Meanwhile, Whiskeyjack charges in, swinging and missing wildly but sounding pretty great as he thunders the name of his God.

Adder, Bronin, and Lena are up!