GM SpiderBeard's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master Barvo Delancy

Bofur and Kwava hurry along, avoiding the gricks while Thaddeus chants his spell. Thaddeus summons his muck into the water, which turns the water into a sort of thick sludge that makes it difficult for the gricks to get through.

Unfortunately, the grick appear quite happy on land as they crawl out of the sludgey water and make their way for tasty Fiona! THanks to the slowing terrain, only one can attempt a bite which Fiona easily avoids.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Everyone is up once more! Thaddeus, feel free to tweak the swamp's grasp squares.

"Well, I guess it was too much to hope for that they would stay in the water."

Seeing the slimy creatures work their way through the muck, Variel steps back and touches Mutt's weapon. "หลงใหลได้ปลื้ม"

5' step and standard action to cast Magic Weapon on whichever weapon Mutt is holding. (+1 attack and damage, overcomes DR/Magic). Move action to put away the whip.

Round 2: Actions
No Action: 5' step to the side
Full-Round Action: Swing at the red grick

After narrowly avoiding the grick's beak, Fiona hops to the side and swings at the beast.

"I'M NOT TASTY!"

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Her swing goes completely off-target and almost throws her off-balance.

"We 'kin still run, y'know! Ah 'kin slow 'em down, an' Ah doubt they'll chase us 'dat far!"

However, Thaddeus isn't the sort to leave and simply hope everyone else follows. Instead, he runs up in between most of his allies, drawing his enchanted dagger while he does so. Rather than attacking the gricks, he holds out the dagger.

"'Dis dagger is magical! Should be able t'pierce 'dere hides, accordin' t'Variel. Anyone want it?"

Not sure what sort of action holding out a weapon for someone else to grab would be, but that's my action.

Mutt smirks as Variel does whatever he does to his greataxe. He unleashes his full rage, flames and electricity flying! He quickly steps forward and attacks the red monster, yelling all the while!

Attack (bloodrage, Magic Weapon): 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 = 25
Damage (bloodrage, Magic Weapon): 1d12 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 = 10

Round 2 Actions
Free Action: Start Bloodrage
No Action: 5 foot step
Standard Action: Attack the red grick!

Statistics are AC 13, touch 8, flat-footed 13; hp 23/37; Fort +7, Will +5; Str 20, Con 19; CMB +8; CMD 18. 16/17 rounds left.

If you have it drawn, it's a free action.

Thaddeus holds aloft his magical dagger, hoping somebody can make good use of it. Variel enchants Mutt's weapon. Roaring his challenge, Mutt slashes the grick brutally with his axe. The creature completely panics as it takes serious damage for what may be the first time in its life, but keeps fighting!

Fiona is spun around entirely by the force of her blow, and almost falls over.

Unable to harm their opponents, Bofur and Kwava hold.

The two gricks snarl, leaping upon the most obvious danger, Mutt. Now positioned, they bring their many tentacles into bear.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 5 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 17 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 8 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 3 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 1 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 7 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 14 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Tentacle: 1d20 ⇒ 6 Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Despite the incredible onslaught, it's obvious their eyesight and the strength of the tentacles are quite poor. Mutt is still bitten and whapped.

Mutt takes 7 damage! Everyone is up!

Round 3: Actions
Free Action: Drop Earthbreaker
Move Action: Grab Magic Dagger
Standard Action: Stab Red Grick

Fiona immediately drops her earthbreaker again in favour of Thaddeus' offered knife. "What the hell--it's something."

With the magic piece of steel in hand, she stabs at the grick Mutt wounded...

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Mutt grunts as he takes the blows. He retaliates by swinging at the gray grick.

Attack (bloodrage, Magic Weapon): 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20
Damage (bloodrage, Magic Weapon): 1d12 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15

Round 2 Actions
Standard Action: Attack the red grick!

Statistics are AC 13, touch 8, flat-footed 13; hp 16/37; Fort +7, Will +5; Str 20, Con 19; CMB +8; CMD 18. 15/17 rounds left.

5-ft Step up behind Fiona and cast Guidance on her.

Fiona and Mutt both team up on the red grick, and with a stab and a thwomp, it collapses to the ground, dead. The second grick shrieks, and turns, moving into the water. Of course, it is immediately slowed by Thaddeus's spell, but nonetheless swims out as best it can to get away from the group, vanishing below the surface.

End of Combat

The dead grick has no valuables, and you can then press on through the cave. You finally encounter something quite different.

This cave is illuminated by strangly glowing crystals protruding from two stony outcroppings that rest on either side of a low natural shelf on the southern wall. This shelf has been converted into a bed of sorts, complete with a luxurious white fur blanket lying rumpled on it, a velvet pillow, and a platinum filigreed foot chest. A pair of black boots rests beside the small ledge.

Away from what appear to be very pleasant personal chambers, the cave bends southwards into the darkness.

Fiona retrieves her earthbreaker and looks upon the strange... bedroom/cavern.

"What...? Was someone actually living down here?"

Oh, wow. I wrote down two separate targets. Oh, well. Can't change that.

Mutt ends his rage as the other grick flees. When it dives under the water, Mutt turns to the others. "Why aren't we going after it?!"

Strange Bedroom

Mutt snorts as he looks around the room. He walks over to the bed and looks at it. After a few seconds, he grabs the white fur blanket and the velvet pillow. After the oddness, he looks around the room again. His attention goes to the chest.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Mutt quickly looks over the bedroom for loot. The platinum chest itself is locked, and ignoring any contents looks to be extremely valuable. The boots look to be of exceptional quality, although not magical.

The boots are mundane, but confer a +2 bonus to stealth checks.

Mutt ends his rage as the other grick flees. When it dives under the water, Mutt turns to the others. "Why aren't we going after it?!"

"Yeh feel like a swim 'dat badly? We don't have t'kill every ugly critter we meet down 'ere."

Thaddeus takes his dagger back from Fiona. Before he leaves for the next room, he looks curiously at the psuedo-light coming from the rock nodes. He'd like to take some for research, but they're too high up, and he doesn't want to waste time.

Next Room

"What...? Was someone actually living down here?"

"Looks like 'it. Don't seem like ideal lodgin's, though gotta say that's a mighty fine blanket. An' most everythin' else. Really fancy, 'specially fer somebody who's hangin' dere hat up in a place like 'dis."

Thaddeus assists Mutt in giving the room a one over, though he keeps his eye down the hall, suspecting that whoever's bed this is may come back at any moment.

"Yes, the quality of the goods here belie the location. Someone is using this as a hideout."

Variel inspects the area for magical auras, then prepares to continue down the hallway.

Finished the general inspection, Thaddeus looks at the rather well-made chest.

"No keys 'round here, is 'dere? Prob'ly not, be kinda silly to keep keys close t'the thing yer keepin' locked up."

"Welp, if nothin' else, might as well keep movin'. Still no elf, though Ah wouldn't be surprised if this was 'dere domicile."

Fiona nods and twirls her earthbreaker. "Let's hope our quarry isn't too far ahead."

Variel detects no magical auras. The group snatch up the platinum coffer, resolving to open it later, and press southwards. The cavern continue for a decent ways before opening up.

This cavern appears to have been recently enlarged at the east end, where a massive, curving stone carving protrude from the floor, wall, and
ceiling. It is covered in runes that appear strangely familiar, and it appears that some of them have been chipped away. A table nearby holds several stoneworking tools and a thin book.

Standing guard at the edge of the cave are two squat, hideous looking figures.

The creatures' bloated frame shudders with each heaving step, yhet despite its shape, the thing moves with surprising quickness.

Unfortunately they are very ready for you. Furthermore, at the extreme south end of the cave, dimly light through the crystals is a strange-looking elven woman.

This elven woman with dark purple skin, and silvery white hair. Her eyes are white voids without pupil. She wears an intricately rafted chain shirt and exotic-looking weapons, including a hand crossbow fitted with a pair of slender blades she can wield as a dagger.

"What?! I heard something clunking around down here. Kill them!"

Kwava gasps as he stares at her.

"Drow! This is the renegade! We must destroy her, friends!"

Variel and Fiona are up! Map is updated.

Knowledge(planes)+Monster Lore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
"And consorting with demons! We'll want cold iron on them, or else simply hit as hard as you can!"

Knowledge(local)+Monster Lore: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
"Kwava, s̄ìng thī̀ lạks̄ʹṇa k̄hxng xelf̒ khụ̄x? C̄hạn mị̀ khey h̄ĕn p̄hiw thī̀ s̄ībn ỵāti k̀xn."

Variel pauses only a moment to study the odd elf, then quickly calls upon his goddess before stepping forward. "ประทาน ความโปรดปราน ของพระเจ้า ของคุณ".

Swift action activate Judgment of Sacred Protection (+1 AC). Standard to cast Divine Favor (+1 luck bonus to attack/damage). Move to step up. Wielding whip for 10' threatened area. If an enemy provokes an AoO, attack to trip.

Not making my move. Just saying something to the others while in the bedroom area.

Bedroom...

Mutt lifts up the boots and says, "These boots help you be sneaky, but aren't magical."

Mutt easily lifts the coffer and, with the aid of the team, straps it to his back.

Round 1: Actions
Standard Action: Start singing Raging Song
Move Action: Move next to Variel

This is it, eh? Alright--let's do this!

Fiona grins and steps next to Variel, a familiar battle song springing to her mind.

"They fall in line,
One at a time,
Ready to play!"

The spirit motes emerge from the rock surrounding them, and her eyes start glowing violet.

"(I can't see them anyway...)"

Variel is well-versed in dretch to also know that they are fond of casting stinking clouds and fear spells. They are also resistant to acid, cold, and fire and immune to electricity and poison.

Kwava glances over to Variel.

"ฉันจะ อธิบายในภายหลัง. But in common parlance she is called drow, an elf most evil and dangerous! She must be stopped!"

Variel and Fiona move up, and one of the dretches waddles forwards before belching out a massive cloud of green, stinking gas! It obscures your vision, and begins choking you, filling your nostrils with the horrid stench of rotten eggs.

The other dretch rushes up to Variel, attacking!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Everyone must make a DC 13 fortitude save or be nauseated!. Variel takes 2 damage, but can take an attack of opportunity. Thaddeus is up! While in the stinking cloud you not only must make fort saves every round, but you do not have vision beyond five feet.

Fortitude Save (Raging Song): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22

Even the harsh reek of dretch fumes isn't enough to keep Fiona from singing.

Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

AoO, CMB to trip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Too late, Variel remembers that dretches emit a cloud of poisonous gas. As he starts to shout a warning, he inhales the noxious vapors, which leave him reeling and unable to adequately defend himself.

Rule 1: Variel's characters always fail their stinking cloud fort save. Dunno why. Mystery of the universe.

I have asthma in all of my incarnations. I can barely breathe air without any bonus chemicals. *sigh*

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Old Horn's Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Thaddeus coughs and gags a bit, but manages to pull himself together.

"Is 'dis whole dang pit a dungeon o'stink? Why'se everythin' down here reek t'high heaven!?"

Old Horn handles it less well, making strange sounds one assumes is a goat coughing and regurgitating.

The clouds block Thaddeus' vision. He can only barely see his nearest companions, but he did get a look before the dretches moved in. His sling will likely do no good against them, and he's pretty sure his dagger will fare little better. For now, probably best to aid his allies, however he can.

MOVE: Move 10 feet to the East, so Thaddeus is right behind Fiona.
STANDARD: Cast Guidance on Fiona.

If somebody could move me, that'd be nice. But if not, I can move myself when I get back to my computer at home.

Mutt sees the enemies before him. He scowls. "We've been chasing this purple elf the entire time?! She's responsible for this?! I will destroy her!" However, the monster uses its stinking cloud attack.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Alas, even Mutt's mighty fortitude can't aid him. He winds up coughing a lot, rendering him unable to attack. He decides to shift back a bit (5' step) and accept Fiona's song.

Note, you have to make saves every round if you remain in the stinking cloud.

Kwava: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Bofur: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Thaddeus quickly enchants Fiona, rushing behind her. The drow elf remains at a distance, calling out for her minions to slaughter everyone. Kwava doubles over coughing while Bofur manages to resist the worst of the cloud. Bofur charges through the cloud, pulling out his axe while Kwava heads to the back to wait out the effects. Bofur slashes the dretch!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The drow holds her action, which collapses the initiative blocks. Everyone is up!

Fortitude Save (Round 2, Raging Song, Guidance): 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 25

The dretch fumes still don't faze Fiona, especially not when Thaddeus' magic bolsters her.

Round 2: Actions
Standard Action: Smack the white dretch with hammer & spirit!
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song

The shoanti singer turns her eyes on the only target she can see--the dretch trying to eat Variel.

"No time to lose!
We've got to move!
Steady your helm!"

She punctuates her verse with a swing of her hammer as a spirit mote tries to follow suit!

Attack (Raging Song): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12
Spirit Mote Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Fiona grimaces as both miss their mark. Her next verse seems to be quite apropos.

"(I am losing sight again...)"

Barely able to see through watering eyes and the thick vapors, Variel follows the wall, trying to find a clear space.

Move action to get out of the cloud, provoking an AoO. AC is currently 19.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The rage that Fiona's song infuses into Mutt helps him stave the effects of the stinking fumes. He steps forward, closing the gap to the blue dretch. He swings his greataxe at it!

Attack (raging song): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 (I just found out that the magic weapon spell doesn't stack with the bonus from masterwork weapons. Guess I didn't throughly read it. My bad.)
Damage (raging song, magic weapon): 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Crit Confirm (raging song): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Extra Damage (raging song, magic weapon): 2d12 + 10 ⇒ (1, 5) + 10 = 16

Statistics are AC 13, touch 8, flat-footed 13; hp 16/37; Fort +7, Will +5; Str 20, Con 19; CMB +8; CMD 18.

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Old Horn's Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

The fumes finally overcome Thaddeus, who doubles over in olfactory agony. The best he can manage is running past one of the dretches, out of the cloud.

Move around the grey Dretch, provoking an attack of opportunity. Current AC is 16

Old Horn manages to recover, but simply heads the other way out of the cloud. Apparently he figures Kwava had the right idea.

(I just found out that the magic weapon spell doesn't stack with the bonus from masterwork weapons. Guess I didn't throughly read it. My bad.)

It doesn't add to attack, but it does add +1 damage and, more importantly, overcomes DR as a magic weapon.

Move around the grey Dretch, provoking an attack of opportunity. Current AC is 16

My move would have provoked already, so you're probably safe (unless it has Combat Reflexes, in which case NOT FAIR! :-)

Mutt you would have still been nauseated, but I just rolled 1 round on your nausea, so I'll give you the attack. Variel is also no longer nauseated!

Fiona remains in the cloud and swing out wildly at the dretch, just missing the slow-moving demon. Variel charges through the cloud, almost running into a wall from his nausea. However, the dretch misses wildly.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Thaddeus succumbs, and rushes out, also trying to keep his lunch down while Old Horn bathes in the stuff.

And Mutt, emboldened by the song, sweeps his axe down at an angle for the dretch. The powerful attack cleaves straight through its collarbone and into its midsection. The disgusting creature falls apart and Mutt kicks it off of his axe.

Kwava waits out his nausea while Bofur attacks the dretch again, but misses wildly.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Mote: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

The drow elf, seeing Variel charge out of the cloud, raises a small hand crossbow, firing two bolts at him. One slams into his arm, and despite not doing much damage, he feels a pleasant numbness start to spread through his limbs.

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The dretch facing Fiona leaps at the skald, biting and clawing!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Variel takes 5 damage and must make a DC 13 fort save or fall unconscious! Fiona takes 8 damage! Everyone is up.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
*blink* Really, RNG? REALLY?????
The really sad part is I thought about changing my Judgment to Purity for the +1 to saves last round, but forgot ...

As Variel emerges from the cloud, he manages to clear his lungs and eyes just long enough to see the dark skinned elf fire at him. Before he can remark on how little the bolt hurt, his vision blurs again, and he slumps to the ground.

Fortitude Save (Raging Song): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 = 10

Variel, if you accept my Raging Song, you'll make that save. :)

Now the fumes start getting to Fiona. It doesn't help that she just got mauled by the dretch.

Round 3: Actions
Move Action: Get out of the cloud
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song

The shoanti staggers out of the cloud, gagging and gasping for breath. Somehow, she's still singing.

"Fire your guns!
It's time to run!
Blow me away!"

GM, would my spirit motes still be able to attack even if the people affected by my song can't?

I assumed the save had to happen as soon as the attack hit, before my turn. If Spiderbeard deems otherwise, then I can either take the song or alter my judgment, but that rather involves meta-knowledge that I missed the save by 1.

Oh. Alright then.

Sounds like I'm still hacking and coughing then. For two rounds, at least. I'm assuming you'll let us know when we've recovered at the beginning of the round, Spiderbeard?

Thaddeus begins to regret hanging around in the cloud as he doubles over, his vision getting blurry and doing his best to keep from vomiting. He is aware of Variel knocked out by the bolts fired by the 'drow' (Whatever that is), but can't really do much about it. Or much of anything, so he stays in place.

Sorry about that, Spiderbeard. I just didn't know how many rounds I was nauseated. Variel, I know that it doesn't add to attack and adds to damage. I just forgot to add it to my damage.

Mutt smiles as he kicks the dead dretch off of his weapon. He steps out of the cloud. He swings his weapon at the gray dretch.

Attack (raging song, flanking): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 2 = 20
Damage (raging song, magic weapon): 1d12 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7

Statistics are AC 13, touch 8, flat-footed 13; hp 16/37; Fort +7, Will +5; Str 20, Con 19; CMB +8; CMD 18.

@Variel - yeah had to state you were accepting the song earlier. @Fiona - you need to attack. @Thaddeus - yep, I'm tracking it! 1-4 rounds.

Fiona and Thaddeus remain nauseated while Variel slumps to the ground. Mutt manages to get a glancing blow in on the dretch, barely injuring it. Bofur, seeing Variel go down, charges for the drow, swiping out with his axe and missing badly. She calmly backs up, fires, and Bofur collapses face-first on the ground.

The dretch snarls, leaping on Mutt, biting and clawing, scoring two more hits!

Bofur Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Drow Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Drow Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Bofur Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Dretch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Dretch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Dretch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Thaddeus is no longer nauseated! Fiona and Kwava remain nauseated. Everyone is up!

Thaddeus manages to shake off the worst of the stench, and he even kept his breakfast internalized.

Recovering, he sees Variel and Bofur both prone due to the drow's bolts. He can only hope that is only a knockout poison, and not something nastier.

Hopefully other people prove more enticing targets, as Thaddeus takes a bit of chewing tobacco out of a pouch, and pops it into his mouth. He also grabs something he's kept strapped to his belt.

STANDARD: Cast Adhesive Spittle.
MOVE: Procure Smokestick. Also take a 5-ft step.

Old Horn, still gagging and making unearthly sounds, gets a little closer, now that the cloud has dissipated.

Mutt grunts as he takes the hits. He continues swinging at the monster!

Attack (raging song): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Damage (raging song, magic weapon): 1d12 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16

Statistics are AC 13, touch 8, flat-footed 13; hp 10/37; Fort +7, Will +5; Str 20, Con 19; CMB +8; CMD 18.

Oh, boy. I guess I'm going to need one of my CLW potions soon. Also, just out of curiosity, Spiderbeard, how high is the ceiling? I'm asking because I also have a potion of enlarge potion.

Don't forget your spirit mote attack, Mutt. :)

Sorry for no post yesterday, fell asleep as I was about to start it. Update at noonish MST!

Oh that's right. I've been forgetting about that. Let me fix that.

The little spirits form around Mutt once more. One of them crashes into the dretch.

Spirit Mote Slam: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Negative Energy Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

@Mutt, around 20' high. Easily enough room to be enlarged.

Mutt swings out wildly, barely missing the dretch. A spirit mote slams into the dretch, but fails to do any significant damage. Thaddeus starts preparing for some proper havoc while Fiona tries to recover from the nausea.

Kwava finally seems to be feeling better, and charges forward, firing at the dretch.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

The drow, moving with liquid, graceful motions, backs up towards the base of the large, rune-covered structure and fires a bolt at Fiona that barely misses the skald. The drow starts cursing loudly and fumbling with her bolts.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The dretch attacking Mutt, sensing its prey's weakness, pounces once more!

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Mutt takes an additional 5 damage! Everyone is up! Fiona is no longer nauseated. Mutt I've updated the combat tracker to show your current, considerable hit point shortage.

...actually, GM, since Fiona is in a raging song, that bolt hits because her AC is reduced by 1.

The bolt nicks Fiona's shoulder through her armour as she stands up...

Fortitude Save (Raging Song): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23

...but she's too angry and filled with adrenaline for whatever toxin the bolt has to take hold!

"(I will stay in the mess I've made...)"

Round 5: Actions
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song
Standard Action: Cast CLW on myself
Move Action: Close with the elf!

Her anger reaches a boiling point as she throws her nausea off, and she touches her most recent wound with a glowing blue hand. Healing power courses through her, courtesy of her song!

"After the fall,
We'll shake it off!
Show me the way!"

CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

A great deal of her wounds close up, and she starts running at the elf with renewed energy.