GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

third time lucky?

fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

nope. dead

Re-roll first attack, then

fervor attack, PA, bane: 1d20 + 17 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (12) + 17 + 3 - 3 = 29

Whiskeyjack reeled from the blow he had taken, and as he did he saw Vladlena, lying on the ground, her legs twitching. Then he saw them go still. He bellowed in terror and anguish, then collapsed as the cultist's second swing cut into his lower back.

Dying at -6

stabilize, DC 16: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

You're affected by fortune, Lena. You can reroll.

Elena rushes to Lena's side, quickly kneeling down she taps the wand to her wound. "Please be alright, please be alright, please be alright."

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

ok

fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

still dead :( The dice really hate me at the moment

They hate us all. I was going to Breath of Life you, but then got cut down

Round 7

Wren, sensing that Lena might not be okay, casts Dispel Magic at Lena, trying to save Lena’s life.

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33 Dispel Magic

Adder moves over and attacks the rear cultist.

Attack: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (14) + 23 = 37
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 2) + 20 = 24

Over his shoulder, he sees FieryLena not breathing. Just lying there. Not really bleeding, but some strange and dark magics obviously have her on death's door.
Bronin, not knowing a way to help except cut down this monk in front of him.

Hang on there FieryGirl! This world needs you still in it!

Will use BoF for attack rolls bonus instead of extra attack (as I'm sickened). I'll post rolls tonight as they are complicated!

Bronin sees a way to get some hits in, now that Adder slides into position opposite him. He attacks the green booted monk. He feels sick , but he tries to find a way to concentrate and focus.

Long Sword possible Crit:
Crit: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 = 17 damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (4, 2) + 13 = 19

Wren's spenn is just enough to save Lena at the last minute, as Elena's magic bring her back to consciousness. Still she feels weak, and mortal peril is still at hand conscious, but only at 1 hp. Not far away, potential death looms, battling Adder and Bronin next to the dying form of Whiskeyjack. One turns to Adder with his scythe, while the other hopes to bring Broning down as swiftly as he did Whiskeyjack. The blades cut true, and Adder just barely avoids what would almost surely have been a decapitating strike at his throat 59 hp to Adder, 42 to Bronin

The fly remains in the pit, perhaps the only thing keeping you all alive right now. But a quick glance shows it's climbing up, and could emerge in a matter of seconds!

Lena coughs and splutters, still struggling to breathe. But she's not dying, just unwell.

Bronin just senses the tide of battle going wrong. He's a well experienced veteran. Heck, he's lead a nation in large conflicts.
This is the critical moment. The moment where a leader steps up and changes the tide of battle.
Through a pained and gritted set of teeth, Bronin fervently declares!
I can lead us to victory! We are the good guys, and we shall not fail!

He swings, activating his quick silver glove!

Short Sword might crit. Here's the confirm.
SS: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19 damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Uncharacteristically, Bronin's words match his performance. Instead of failing miserably. As he's done in all stages of his past, his sword swings look to be deft and Olympic.

Bronin's down to 13 HP's. 13/153

Lena pulls out her wand of cure light wounds, when she can, as uses it on herself

cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Wren delays a moment to see (and hope) that Adder takes one down so she might focus on the other.

Adder takes advantage of flanking to put the hurt on the cultist.

Attacking green.

Attack: 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 23 + 2 = 41
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (4, 4) + 20 = 28
Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6, 6) = 18

Attack: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 19 + 2 = 29
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (3, 4) + 20 = 27
Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 5, 1) = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 + 2 = 28
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (2, 4) + 20 = 26
Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 2) = 13

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 = 17
Damage: 2d4 + 20 ⇒ (1, 2) + 20 = 23
Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 6) = 15

If green goes down I'll 5' to Red, losing flanking +2 and sneak attack dice.

With Vladlena well enough for now Elena stands and runs around the pews to try and stop Whiskeyjack from dying.

Double Move

Per ooc w/Motte, the 2 priests are down: "Yes, they're both dead. Note that we'll still be in combat."

Wren moves in, mindful of the golem in the pit. She decides to give the party time by casting a Wall of Force to cover the pit, denying egress.

"You budgies want to grab everything you can and we'll drag it out of here? We have a few rounds before...before I'm not sure what will happen when that pit ends, to be honest," Wren offers, trying to get the loot and get away before the golem returns. She notes the severe injuries to a few people that she likes.

I figure we got 10 rounds to get out. Doubt the golem will chase, but not sure I want to find out.

Seeing Lena move again -- along with the realization that Whiskey is down and death could still be at hand -- seems to inspire Bronin and Adder and they manage to bring the two priests down.

The moment to breathe is shattered by Wren's twittering, however, and you grab your dying companion and beat a hasty retreat. I'm assuming you're going to pull back, which you have time to do (and stop Whiskey from dying, and heal up as you want). If you want to remain in the room, however, we remain in combat rounds and everyone will be up.

As Monty Python so accurately declares, "Retreat!!!". Bronin does so. I'm good with a "victorious retreat" and getting out of combat.

I think monty python was "RUN AWAY!, RUN AWAY!"

Lena Whoosily gets on her broom and flys back.

"Grab the priests, grab the pickings my friends! They might have notes or information upon their bodies! Grab it all!" Wren chitters as she watches the pit and hopes people get out.

Elena does what she can to help get Whiskey out of the room. Once out she begins to tap the wand of healing against his wounds. "That was too close of a call."

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Whiskey and Vladlena go ahead and roll your healing now that we are out of the room.

"Lena!!!" Whiskeyjack gasped as consciousness flooded back. He sat up and saw that everyone was gathered around outside the closed doors leading into the chamber they had presumably just left.

"Wha'...wha' happened? Did ye kill th' cultists an' tha' fly thing?"

Even as he asked, Whiskeyjack was channeling healing energies to those around him.

channel: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 6, 5, 3) = 25
channel: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 3, 3) = 12
channel: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 5, 5, 4) = 21
channel: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 5, 3, 4) = 19
channel: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 3, 5, 3) = 18

Dunno how badly everyone is hurt, but there's 95 healing to everyone.

Bronin feels much better as the healing energies wrap around him and settle within him- binding his wounds and gashes. 108/153

He looks to ask for the wand of curing after others are done with it.
In the meantime, he holds a tight grip onto his long sword and short sword. Defending those as they recoup.
Only half the mission is accomplished. Rovagug still flys. (or is it spelled "flies" even though Bronin's aluding to it's appearance).

Lena feels a lot better.

So what loot did they have. Enquiring minds wish to know

Cast detect magic and looks

perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Each of the cenobites had a +1 breastplate, +1 scythe, robe of bones, 10 onyx gems worth 50 gp each, spell component pouch, and an unholy symbol of Urgathoa.

Wren chirps and flits, worried for the health of her little birdies. She relaxes slightly as they all show life and might be not dead.

”Did we get everything? Is there anything within that we missed?” Wren wonders about books or notes, something that might help them further. ”We should be fully healed before we go mess with that big fly…but might be that we can avoid it altogether.”

Looking at the ‘Campaign Maps’ link, seems there is a door around the way on the left to the last unexplored area.

We barely survived! That was crazy close. We should count our blessings and praise our respective god's.
Whoever did those spectacular arcane magics.... you or all of you.. saved the day.

Bronin takes 6 hits on the wand.
CLW: 6d8 + 6 ⇒ (6, 7, 1, 7, 6, 5) + 6 = 38

Props on the spell use all. Especially Wren. The battle was only survivable with the smart spell casting. HP: 146 /153

Seeing what Wren sees - that there's another way to go into unexplored rooms - he agrees.
Anyway to avoid Rovagug again. Let's try that side door.

Wand of CLW: 7d8 + 7 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 6, 5, 3, 2) + 7 = 34

Elena taps her wand until it is now empty. It turns black and ashens in her hands. She wipes the soot off onto her dirty serving apron. "I am mostly alright but that is all my wand could handle."

Hearing that VestaLena needs more help to be healthy and hearty, he hands her a potion.
Please drink this. Your health and survival in this dark dungeon of a crypt. Getting you out alive is the very least, and yet the very most I am trying to accomplish with each breath I take.

He hands her a potion of cure moderate wounds (should get you to full).

Adder also offers up aid. "I have a wand and some potions if you still require healing." He motions towards Wren first with these objects of course.

Unfortunately, a quick exploration reveals the door opens into a small chamber devoid of furnishing or decoration. The still air within the room is dry and carries the sharp tang of foul-smelling smoke.

An exploration reveals six bodies in here; to your surprise, though, they don't animate. Perhaps they were being preserved for some later use or they were supposed to be bodaks, but I don't think that's a combat we need to have unless someone really wants to.

You're left with the giant iron golem fly as your only way forward.

Wren chirps and flutters as other get healed, realizing that the party missed something in the iron fly room and that they need to go back, probably.

”Oh my little chickadees,” Wren coos around the party. ”I think we have to go back into the room with the iron fly. I think that we’ll be better able to handle it, but we should prepare to get thrashed.”

”I remember getting thrashed really silly by this one well muscled…blahblahblah…had arms like tree trunks …blahblahblah…called himself an ‘interior decorator’ …blahblahblah…had me flat on my back …blahblahblah…cracking more than just my…blahblahblah…thumping my head against…blahblahblah…so them bones were as broken…blahblahblah…stirred in some oregano, the sexiest of spices…blahblahblah…and it was good turtle soup.”

It appears some people missed Whiskeyjack channeling 95 healing to everyone

Thanks Whiskey!

"Any tricks you can think of to deal with that Fly Wren? I m not sure paprika will help us here?" Elena is unsure wat se can do against an actual golem.

When asked about tricks on how to handle the fly.

Bronin looks down at his swords.
I have a left solution and a right solution.

He also listens to Wren as Wren talks about thrashing.

”I remember getting thrashed really silly by...

Bronin's jaw drops. He sputters. He followed the story as much as possible. His face turns red.

Sputtering and with body language that reflects a total lack of confidence. He's outside a comfort zone.
Wren- You ARE talking about sex right? I listened, and while at the end you made Turtle Soup (something Bronin likes a lot), you were grinding on the threshing floor with this strong man?
I only ask because you mentioned your other stories were about cooking recipes-- yet there was far more "cooking" than recipe in that last story.

Wren seems confused at Bronin's question.

"Of course it's about turtle soup? Did you even hear the parts about the oregano and seven other sinful spices? How it requires a good froth and a good beating to get *just* right!" Wren seems aghast at the direction Bronin's mind has gone.

"And breaking the meat out of the shell is pretty hard, you know? It takes a bit of thrashing and beating. Not all of us are youthful warriors in our prime, you see, my little chickadee?"

Wren tries to forgive the question, but is very confused how one could mistake a simple turtle soup recipe for sex, which is completely different. One requires at least 2 halflings and a deaf derro to be done correctly. Obviously.

Bronin listens to Wren's explanation. He feels a bit better, but isn't fully convinced. Wren is a strange bird, and Bronin is a total Rupert (Just like Vladlena correctly labeled him).

I don't know. There was this female bard that visited the court once. Sang a song called, "Afternoon Delight". I was darn certain it was about making afternoon sun tea - which isn't my topic, but it had a catchy tune. And I will tell you, it WAS NOT a song about brewing tea. It was about having afternoon ...
and Bronin mouths the letters, S- E- X with his hand covering the side of the mouth so that VestalLena doesn't hear the scandelous word.
Then there was another song called, "Pina Colada". It's some alcohol they make down near the Eye of Abendigo. I thought it was some pirate shanty, but instead it was all about some failed ADULTERY!
Bronin still has a very uncomfortable posture, but he at least feels he's explaining with two "food examples" about why he thought Wren was talking about sex with his cooking recipes.
I had to ban the bard from performing in the Castle. I was talked out of running her fully out of town by my advisors. They said that censorship was bad.

You get from Bronin's tone and words - Bronin certainly didn't agree and was probably forced to relent. He probably feels that Censorship is perfectly fine.

"Will ye two be quiet abou' yer sex lives an' yer...whatever it is tha' Wren is babblin' abou'? Comin' back from th' dead and near t' killin' meself trying to heal everyone all in a few minutes has got me head poundin'."

"As fer th' fly, we do i' righ'. Buff up an' rush it, coordinated flankin' attacks, and le' me shield do th' initial bash'n'cover. Spellcasters spread ou' along th' back wall t' be gettin' good angles withou' gettin' clumped up. An' be prepared fer th' thing to try an' fly free o' comba' an' either break fer th' casters, or get ou' th' door. Last one on should probably close i' off behind us."

"Now, I ain't go' bu' mebbe one or two good spells left, an a channel an a few fervors fer healin'. I dinnae know if'n we can be waitin' on this, with how far we be comin', and as much noise as we be makin', bu' if'n there be anythin' down here bu' this fly thingy, we're gonna be stretched thin as a tumbler o'whiseky among twenty dwarves."

hmmm

Lena thinks about her spells

I have a spell called acid spray. It should have the golem most effectively. but it is area effect, and will ess other up. If I can hit it first, it should weaken it enough to be taken down

Oh, Afternoon Delight, what a song. Ah, the 70s, never change.

”I’m not sure I have too much left against the golem,” Wren clucks. ”I used most of my good golem spells in the first fight to prevent it from killing you all and then saving Lena’s life for which she never thanked me.” Wren passive-aggressives with the best of them.

”Maybe if I didn’t thanklessly save Lena’s life, I would have some good options in this battle, but I’ll still do what I can do. Maybe I’ll keep watch in the hall and guard our backs while you do what you inside.”

Wren will offer a Haste to the party, because she’s not miffed about not being thanked at all and would never mention it because she’s not even thinking about it.

Haste, you know the deal, when the time is right.

Whiskeyjack chastens the pair of talking sex pots.
Bronin backs down immediately, as it was not a topic he really wanted to talk freely about.

Bronin nods.
I'm ready when you are.

Lena Looks at Wren
You saved my life? Thanks, I guess
Dismissing that from her mind, Lena thinks.
That rather courageous of you Wren. I mean all alone, covering the rear. I mean, you could be attacked with no meat shie...I mean strong warriors to assist you. You could even be forced to...melee
Looking back to the rest of the party, she says let's end this thing

Hmmm. It's a Golem ...hmmm. So it's not Rovagug. Hmmm... Maybe I need to make my weapons a bit stronger. I could also use the aspects of The bear.
He uses his pearl of power and recasts Led Blades on his weapons. He also casts Aspect of the wolf (Bear) a 4th level ranger spell. And takes a final hit from the Cure Light Wand to get as healthy as possible. clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Switch defender to AC.
HP: 153/153 AC: 31

Bronin...Rovagug is a god. We would be dead if he...she...it was here. Lena explained gently.
Also Rovagug is more the rip you to shreds type of god, not become the living dead. And he...she...it is imprisoned in the centre of the earth. By other gods. That thing is a construct made by a wizard. Why a fly? Wizards are weird, always smoking something.

I think you mean, oh "Afternoon Delight."

After a moment of thought, Lena realizes the fly is the sacred animal of Urgathoa, The Pallid Princess, goddess of death, disease and the undead.

You make your way back to the room, opening the door to find the fly back where it was, above the large fire pit that also was removed by Wren's own pit spell.

Party can all act first; you can assume you cast any buffs you want before you went in, but remember to account for the rounds if they're of shorter duration.

”Go my pretties! Get the fly!” Wren coos as she casts Haste and begins to guard the door.

Round 1/14: +1 to all the things. You know the deal.

On the approach Lena recasts shield. The fly might be symbolic of Urgathoa, the goddess of undead and disease and stuff like that.

Lena steps forward and casts Acid spray at the fly

acid spray: 14d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6, 1, 6, 6, 5, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1, 1) = 39 DC22 for half

just looked up acid spray, and it allows an SR roll. That might mean it doesn't work against this thing. Oh well, Lena is more an intuitive caster.

Current AC 36

Bronin moves forward, looking to take one side of the thing while Adder takes the other side.

He hears Vladlena/FieryLena's call about disease and undeath.
Got it!

Move Bronin.