GM SpiderBeard's Carrion Crown (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Lena casts a quickened dimension door to evade the tentacles and casts a mirror image on herself

concentration: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

Adder moves to flank with Whiskey, assuming that his blade will find no special purpose in the maggotman.

No sneak make's Adder sad. :(

Attack: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (15) + 25 = 40
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 1) + 22 = 24

It is not undead.

Didn't think so, but was hoping:)

With her misfortune failing Elena tries once more to get it to stick to the worms.

Misfortune DC 25 Will save.

Potpie flies right out of her hands and begins to peck at the worms. "Stupid bird, you're going to get yourself killed!"

Bite: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Round 3

Wren continues to chitter, double moving in up and behind Elena.

Round 2/13: +1 to all the things, you know the deal.

Bronin slips down into the roiling crucible of maggots. He has endured much and this is almost too much.
He thought twice, neigh three times on how to use his levitation boots to get close to the enemy and stay away from the maggots. But, the loss of mobility could spell their death- so in he goes.
He advances on the maggot-man and swings his sword.
long sword attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (6, 6) + 14 = 26 plus fire damage!
fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Also Reflex save
reflex: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Lena disappears from the tentacles' grasp, and casts a protective spell as her companions move in on the maggot figure. They send little worms splattering as they strike, but even then it feels like more seem to fill in the gaps almost instantly. Still, despite that, it's starting to look hurt and distracted by Elena's hex.

He tries to cast, but just as he does, Bronin's arrival sends a handful of maggots from the pool into his mouth and he loses the spell! Big save from the misfortune.

Party is up; I need Reflex saves from all but Wren and Lena (including Potpie).

Bronin reflex save Duran Duran: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29

What spell was lost? +1 to misfortune.

Round 4

Wren moves behind Adder and offers some very good advice. ”Hit it hard and accurately, dearie.”

Adder: Take +7 insight bonus to your attacks, saves, skills, ability checks for 1 round (until Wren's turn again).

Round 3/13: +1 to all the things, you know the deal.

Ref: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Attack: 1d20 + 25 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 25 + 7 = 36
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 4) + 22 = 30

Attack: 1d20 + 21 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 21 + 7 = 42
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 2) + 22 = 28

Attack: 1d20 + 16 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 16 + 7 = 25
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 2) + 22 = 26

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 7 = 28
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 2) + 22 = 27

Elena Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Potpie Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Elena cackles as the creature appears to struggle a bit as she glares at it intently. Cackle and Evil Eye (-4 AC) DC 23 Will Save

Lena shifts position a bit

She casts acid arrow at the thingi, quickened, and then cast elemental body 3 (fire elemental)

acid arrow: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 Touch attack

damage: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 1 = 9

Lena then burst into flame, becomes a bonfire

She is now large, and has elemental traits

AC is now 38, HP increased to 80, +2 reflex save, + 1 fort save

I feel something squishing between my toes? Anyone else fully grossed out by the fact that maggots are dead and dying between my the toes *inside* my boots?!

He swings with his sword to kill as many maggots as he can from this maggot-man.

Of course, Bronin rolls very well and possibly crit a "non critable" creature. Dice-bot I CURSE YOU!!

I forgot. The prior acid arrows are doing damage.

acid arrow damage combined: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 3) = 14

Twas disintegrate.

Your weapons and magic take down the horror before it can discorporate into individual maggots and heal itself. But as you settle down, Bronin and Adder both notice several of the maggots burrowing into Potpie's legs! Need a DC 17 Fort save from Potpie.

1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 22 + 2 = 42 Know (Nature)

"Oh yes! Delicious rot grubs!" Wren cheers hungrily, loving a good grub. "I mean, they are dangerous when alive, but delicious when pickled or with a good sauce," she explains, not wanting to be misunderstood.

"You see, first thing you need is a supple...blahblahblah...nursemaid, with all the attendant acreage...blahblahblah...a stout shorn dwarf, for really handling...blahblahblah...keep going at it until screaming, or moaning, depending on what you're into...blahblahblah...delightful sprays of that white gooey...blahblahblah...until one is truly aroused...blahblahblah...and that's how you make rot gubs in a blanket," she finishes.

Whiskeyjack pulled a dagger from his side and sheathed it in flames. "Hold onta tha' chicken an' we be havin' them rot grubs ou' in a flash. Dinnae le' i' be squirmin' abou' or we'll be havin' i' fer dinner."

As soon as he was sure Elena had the chicken in hand, and it was needed, Whiskeyjack laid the flaming blade to the spots where the rot grubs were.

Fort Save DC 17: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Elena grabs ahold of potpie's midsection, wrapping her arms tight around the wings to secure him down. "How close do you need to get with that blade, I don't wanna get mauled."

"All th' way, lass. Th' bird-brain said to touch fire t' all o' th' entry wounds fer t' grubs. Hold on tight now."

Using his blessing of flames, Whiskeyjack will methodically rod-sear the chicken, pausing as needed to jab the poultry with a healing stick.

Bronin levitates out of the mess. He checks his own body for grubs as he does so.
Disgusting. Too disgusting for words.
he then sees Whiskeyjack.
Hmmm. Whiskey's Barbecue Chicken. Vestallena, you'd better watch out- it seems Wren and Whiskey are looking to open an Inn or Tavern.

You're able to kill the grubs before they can kill Potpie, though do suffer some beak and talon wounds in the process. A quick search through the former spellcaster's gear before you all get out of the grub-infested pool of maggots reveals +4 leather armor, a cloak of resistance +4 and a staff of charming.

Another pair of double doors leads to the west.

After identifying the magics, Wren waits for others to push on so she might follow. She does not take any of the gear for herself.

Chicken vs. Rot Grub? I think the winner would be the chicken, amirite? They are merciless and voracious.

Lena Cancels her elemental form

If it's okay, maybe I can take the leather armor? It might actually help me. Be a little liberating than what I am currently wearing.

Anyway, please tell me when the recipes are done being swapped and dinner plans done being made. I'll be over here ready to push these two doors open and see what other slimy, wormy, blood waterfall or spirit trapping mirror is in our future.

Ready to proceed.

Elena works on healing her scratches as Potpie angrily takes to the air. Loose feathers rain down from above as Elena chases the chicken around scolding it. "You singlehandedly fought a demon and won, but a grub nearly kills you cause you can't sit still?" Elena is mainly just frustrated with herself because there were a couple points when holding Potpie as Whiskey's flaming sword made the chicken smell quite delectable.

Ah, Bronin. Don't you want to wash it first? It was just filled with maggots. Not certain if I would call that liberating

Lena sniffs

Is that roast chicken?

He listens closely at what FieryLena says. You are 110% right. This leather armor is too yucky for me to even consider. Let's sell it and *not* tell the merchant where the leather originally came from- that'll drop the price by half at least!

I didn't realize I upgraded my mithral chain to +3 already. It's far better than the Leather armor. The Armor penalty check is a downside I can live with.

Wren rolls her eyes and waits for someone to open the double doors. She’s quite far away from the doors but not quite far away enough not to hear defeats of Bronin’s noble’s preenings.

Let’s get on with it, ya daft gangly primping rooster.

In his mind. daft gangly primping rooster.

Yup, Bronin's a cock (rooster) alright.

Bronin pushes on the left door, opening it to peer what's on the otherside.
perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25

Black flames lick the walls of this huge ceremonial chamber. Three giant statues of Urgathoa loom threateningly over stone pews and a processional leading to a black altar atop a raised natural outcropping. A dark pit boiling over with foul necrotic energy gapes at the far end of the room, and a writhing humanoid form hangs stretched over the well, stout chains tethered to each of its limbs.

A pallid humanoid pic on the combat map seems to preside over the ceremony here, as Count Galdana hangs over the pit. Or does he? The pews are filled by 15 cultists dressed in simple robes, each of them looking identical to the man hanging over the pit, the man you've traveled all this way and nearly died time and time again in an effort to rescue.

As you try to take everything in, the group of Galdanas in the northern pews rise and turn toward you. They continue their eerie chanting to Urgathoa as they rush forward, clearly hoping to overwhelm you before you can react!

The figure behind the podium begins rushing down toward the pit, and begins casting a spell.

Party is up. Remember that you need to be in a position to see in the room to affect what's happening in there.

Round 1

As she cannot yet see what there is to be seen, Wren only casts Haste on everyone but herself.

Round 1/13: +1 to all the things, you know the deal.

Elena hangs back a moment, unable to see in the room herself. "What is that noise Bronin? Can we get in there?"

Delay for now.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29

perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

quickened fireball: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 6, 5, 3, 5) = 39

empowered firball: 10d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 5, 2, 4, 6, 3) = 32 x1.5=48

DC 21 reflex save for half, targeted on the cross I have drawn

That spell will stop anyone getting close to that guy. Get everyone else first

Seeing and hearing what was going on in the room beyond, Whiskeyjack conjured up some of Angradd's protections for his friends, he moved quickly among the group, placing a seal of protection on each of them, except for Wren who was too far away.

Casting Communal Protection from Evil on everyone but Wren.

perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

"Oi! Tha' one's go' better lookin shoes than th' others. Be' if'n we want some information, 'e's th' one whose testicles we need t' be standin' on!" Whiskeyjack pointed out the Garunder with the nice shoes. With his hammer.

Bronin sees the twin fireballs go off and moves forward. Trying to roll and weave through the enemies. (Hoping they didn't survive).
If they did, there's about 3 attacks of opportunity I incur) if I don't beat their CMB.
CMB Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
I'll try to create some space for the rest of you to see!

Ah, I'll leave the testicle standing to you, Whiskeyjack. You have the boots for it

Then she watches Bronin's, er, Maneuvers.

Bronin what are you doing?

Perception: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (11) + 26 = 37

Adder starts swinging at the poorly shod fools.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (1, 3) + 22 = 26

Attack Haste: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 3) + 22 = 29

Attack 3: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 4) + 22 = 29

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

Attack 1 Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43
Additional Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 3) + 22 = 29

Wren casts haste as Elena waits for room to get in, giving Lena a chance to fire a couple of fireballs into the room. Three of the Galdanas go up in flames, but two manage to dodge the worst of the conflagration, shrugging off much of the flame that does effect them they have fire resistance.

Bronin moves in, avoiding a swing from one of the Galdanas, who he then cuts down with Adder's help. Whiskey casts a quick spell to layer on protection for everyone as the remaining Adders close in.

Undaunted, they close in themselves, grabbing and slashing at Bronin and Adder as they continue their chant. Bronin can't quite keep track of all the Galdanas surrounding him and take a vicious cut into his side from one crit does 23 hp, while another one nearly grabs Adder with the help of his friend Red aided, but still not quite enough for Green to grapple.

The priest in the back finishes casting his spell and continues moving south, where he casts another spell, causing all but the two southern-most Galdanas to being moving far more rapidly.

I WANTED to be surrounded! Watch what happens now! Bronin lets his blades do the talking! He focuses on Dotted Boxed Pink. If he takes that guy down, he 5 foot steps to give Adder Flank against dotted Red. Ignoring the Flame damage as you've indicated they are resistant.

Round 2

1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 17 + 2 = 21 Perception

Still keeping to the way way back, Wren does move around (down on the map) so she can see into the room, and more of the foes. She offers a very nice Chain Lightning to 14 of the goons, casters, and general jerkery in the room.

14d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 5, 2, 4, 1, 4, 3, 5, 5, 3, 5, 5) = 49 Electricity, vs. DC 22 (DC 24 for the red guy in the middle)
If needed: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31 SR

Round 2/14: +1 to all the things, you know the deal.

Elena waits for more to gather as she moves in behind Adder. Concentrating she draws upon the shadows of the room as they burst and leap like muted flames.

Shadow Evocation for a Fireball

Fireball Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 4, 1, 2, 1, 5, 2, 3, 3) = 31 DC 21 Will save to disbelieve. If disbelieved they still take 20% of the damage. DC 21 Reflex for half.

Lena decides to double down a bit.

quickened Magic missile on skull guy: 5d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 1, 4) + 6 = 21 (+1 added for undead)

chains of fire: 14d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 3, 1, 6, 6, 2, 2, 4, 5, 3, 1, 3, 6) = 48 DC 24 reflex for half for primary target, DC 22 for secondary targets. Primary is purple guy near the door and then hitting every other enemy within 30 feet

Also assuming undead unless told otherwise

Whiskeyjack stepped into the doorway with his shield high, slamming his warhammer back and forth in a steady rhythm.

Fervor to cast Divine Favor, move up and attack green dash. Saving Shield +2 is up for Adder

attack,haste,df,bane,pa: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 3 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (3) + 17 + 1 + 3 + 2 - 3 = 23
B damage,df,pa,bane: 1d10 + 8 + 3 + 6 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 3 + 6 + (5, 1) + 2 = 32

You all bring flame and lightning and steel to bear, leveling Galdanas left and right in a mass of carnage. Of the three remaining, the one seems to wander to the south, while two close in on Bronin and Whiskey, though both men are able to turn away their swords.

Meanwhile, the apparent leader of the service stops in front of the pit, his wounds seeming to heal as he stares balefully at you. He pauses and then calls on Urgathoa as he casts another spell.

Can you describe the pit? Is it deep? Is the leader standing on something or flying/floating?

1d20 + 24 ⇒ (1) + 24 = 25 Spellcraft

They fell so quickly! See how The Whispering Way just crumbles when the bright light of justice shines upon them!
You bastards may have been the shadow puppets that overthrew my kingdom, but *NOW* is the time I bring you out of the shadows and destroy you!

Tears of rage and anger well up in his eyes. He lashes out in anger at the lone figure in front of him.
Bronin just unloads on Green.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23

Watch out he's casting a divine power spell!

Through the doorway Elena looks to send more hellfire but her power quickly wanes. She gives the Urgathoan leader an evil eye. "Ignore them!"

Evil Eye DC 23 Will Save -4 AC

Attack 1: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (4, 4) + 22 = 30

Attack Haste: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (1) + 21 = 22
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 1) + 22 = 26

Attack 3: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (3, 2) + 22 = 27

Attack 4: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Damage: 2d4 + 22 ⇒ (2, 1) + 22 = 25

Adder chops at his foe, attempting to free up Whiskey to engage the leader.

You can't tell much about the pit from where you are (you'd need to be next to it to look down to see how deep it is), but you can see it's boiling over with foul necrotic energy. The leader is standing on the floor.