GM Tarondor's Emerald Spire Campaign

Game Master Tarondor

roll off: 1d20 ⇒ 10

The ring is distinct in it's dwenomer and it takes in the glimmer of light as if absorbing it. Jharun says

and of course it has a strange writing that I can't quite make out...

Wymond shakes his head and holds his hand up.

"The whole point of me gettin' this star on me armor was to protect against fire, so I don't need that ring. One of you'd get more out of it."

roll off: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Lilika leans over, curious, her interest in the earth and dark places of the world extending to stones and metal. After a moment, she shakes her head and walks away, back to having her shield up and ready to fight off whatever tried to kill her next.

Frizz places the ring on her finger and holds it up to the light to see it shine.

"Weird how it fits my finger perfectly. I never knew I had a finger same size as a necromatic snake." She says with a smile.

Frizz then moves to check the door to the east and says "Wonder if we'll finger more jewelry?!?"

Inspect the door please, if safe, move aside for Wymond to open.

Frizz clears the door and Wymond opens it, revealing a long hallway marching to the right, with a few doors along the way. The hallway is carved with ceremonial bas-reliefs dedicated to a serpent god. Some of those on the northern end of the corridor have been damaged by hammer and chisel or smeared with paint in the same shape as the amulets worn by the troglodytes.

"Ever think one of these levels won't scream 'death'." Frizz comments as she approaches the first door in the hallway. If it seems clear of traps, she'll open it.

I think it screams my deity is better then yours nah ne nah ne boo boo... Jharun says with a wink and a smile.

The door to this room is made of thin iron plate and is warm to the touch. It is not locked. The sound of clanging metal is clearly audible through the door, a rhythmic hammering.

I think it screams my deity is better then yours nah ne nah ne boo boo... Jharun says with a wink and a smile.

"Petty juvenile little..." Wymond grumbles in response. He hears the pounding and looks to the others.

"Think this must be their foundry. If one of ye hasn't put that ring on, do it now."

He waits for them to do so and gingerly pushes the door open with his bardiche. Maybe with all the noise, they could get the drop on its occupants.

As Wymond opens it, Frizz tries to slide up next the door to avoid notice from within.

A wave of heat floods out as the door opens. Inside the scorching hot room are a great anvil, a pool of magma, and a stack of barrels along the north wall. A serpentine creature made of fire, with a snake's lower body and a humanoid torso is working at the anvil, forging a hot falchion.

"“You do not belong in this place. Leave or the Awakener will strike you down.”

"You the Awakener, or is the Awakener whoever's in charge of this whole level of the Spire?" Wymond asks, while trying to think if Old Deadeye's Parables mentioned critters like this thing.

Religion (T): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

know arcana: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

monster lore?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

occultism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

religion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Jharun looks at the salamander and tries to come up with anything helpful

Wymond, your religious studies haven't covered this, but Jharun immediately recognizes a resident of the Elemental Plane of Fire. He knows legends that say it is immune to all fire, but unusually sensitive to cold. They are said to be formidable warriors.

“Stupid mortals! I speak of mighty Kro’akoth, the Fire Serpent, Prince of Demons. This is his shrine, and you are fools to come here!”

"Never heard of him," Wymond replies. "Yeah, I get called 'fool' a lot, but like Erastil's old St. Cuthbert once said, 'I may be a fool, but I'm a wise fool.' If Kro'akoth's all that mighty, why not see how ye square up against a champion of an actual god?"

He readies his bardiche, knowing battle was imminent.

"One on one?" he asks, reaching for a wickedly carved ranseur. "Or is your god as terrified as you are?"

Frizz stays quiet and hides at the threshold, witholding a snicker from Wymond's comment.

Triath moves up to Wymond's side, squealing and stamping.

"Ah, right. Triath, Erastil's holy messenger, won't let me fight alone. Him an' me, we fight as one. Y'all ok with that?"

"If your god needs a pig, your god needs a pig. Come then!"

Wymond Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Salamander Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Wymond, you're first.

Anyone else can jump in at will after the Salamander goes.

"Ye heard him, Triath!" Wymond barks with a smirk, prompting Triath to rush forth and gore at the salamander, followed by Wymond attacking with his bardiche!

Support, Strike, STRIKE!

Strike 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 222d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 6) + (6) + 4 = 18
Strike 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 272d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (7, 6) + (2) + 4 = 19

Jharun says it is immune to fire being from the plane of fire but is weak to cold! right before Wymond goes dashing into one on one combat

Wymond slices across the salamander's right bicep. The elemental bursts into flame, trading blows with the paladin, a battle of obscure polearms! The serpentine smith slashes low, cutting a line across Wymond's exposed thigh.

Ranseur: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 192d10 + 7 ⇒ (8, 3) + 7 = 18
Ranseur: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 282d10 + 7 ⇒ (8, 10) + 7 = 25

STATUS
Wymond - 66/99 hp
SALAMANDER - 19 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp - Delayed
Frizz - 66/74 hp - Delayed
Jharun - Delayed

Wymond, go!

Frizz can't help but step out of the shadows to watch the duel.
This is like in that one book about the guy in the mask with the boat... She thinks.

"Knock his block off Wymmie!" Frizz shouts.

Readied action to Trip with the Whip if the Salamander does anything "unfair" or if Wymond goes down.
Also, FREAKING AWESOME DUEL!!

"Keep 'em on his...um...tail, Triath!" Wymond says. Triath obliges and savages at the salamander, while Wymond, confident in having gotten first blood, strikes again!

Next verse same as the first: Support Strike Strike.

Strike 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 192d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + (4) + 4 = 13
Strike 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 272d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + (3) + 4 = 12

Jharun is going to use conceal spell which allows silent spell for free so no deception roll just stealth and will cast heal.

stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

2 action heal on Wymond: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

Wymond, when you strike the salamander this time, it flame armor burns you!

Give me a DC 25 Reflex save now (and every time you hit) or suffer 2d6 persistent fire damage!

STATUS
Wymond - 66/99 hp
SALAMANDER - 31 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp - Delayed
Frizz - 66/74 hp - Delayed
Jharun - Delayed

Jharun, the salamander notices immediately!

"Foul! False! Base and Treacherous! You are a dishonorable coward, just like your mewling god!"

Ranseur: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 272d10 + 7 ⇒ (4, 7) + 7 = 18
Ranseur: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 212d10 + 7 ⇒ (9, 4) + 7 = 20

STATUS
Wymond - 75/99 hp
SALAMANDER - 31 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp - Delayed
Frizz - 66/74 hp - Delayed
Jharun -

Give me that save, please. Then go.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Wymond roars as the flames engulf him.

At least my spellheart takes a little bit off the damage...only a little bit, though.

Then he hears the salamander's accusation, feels the healing and realizes what happened.

"Hey, I didn't ASK him fer that!" he barks. "And Erastil don't mewl. He bugles like a buck-elk!"

Wymond points Triath towards the monster and presses the attack again.

Support, Strike, Strike

Strike 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 302d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + (5) + 4 = 12
Strike 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 272d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1) + (2) + 4 = 13

Wymond Persistent Fire Damage, Previous turn: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7
Does it stop (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 7 Nope.

Wymond Persistent Fire Damage, this turn: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8
Does it stop (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 18 Yes.

"You didn't demand it stop, either! Coward!"

As Wymond's clothes burn, the salamander strikes again, slashing the paladin with his ranseur.

Ranseur: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 282d10 + 7 ⇒ (7, 1) + 7 = 15
Ranseur: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 182d10 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13

STATUS
Wymond - 45/99 hp
SALAMANDER - 56 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp - Delayed
Frizz - 66/74 hp - Delayed
Jharun -

"Horse-puckey! Ye can't stop a healin' spell once it's started, ya ninny!" Wymond barks back. "Triath, get his scaly arse!"

Boar and paladin strike as one!

Support, Strike, Strike

Strike 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 322d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 7) + (2) + 4 = 19
Strike 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 122d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + (3) + 4 = 10

Gimme a reflex save each time you hit, Wymond.

How many times did I hit?

Once.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Gonna use a Hero Point to try and reroll that

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Wymond Persistent Fire Damage, this turn: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Does it stop (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 13 No.

The salamander strikes again, still invoking the fiery armor around it. Another deep cut against Wymond and the paladin once more begins to burn.

Ranseur: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 212d10 + 7 ⇒ (10, 3) + 7 = 20
Ranseur: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 322d10 + 7 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 = 18

STATUS
Wymond - 23/99 hp, 2d6 persistent fire
SALAMANDER - 75 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp - Delayed
Frizz - 66/74 hp - Delayed
Jharun -

Wymond, go!

"Uhhhhhh.... Wymmie, you ain't looking too hot." Frizz says as she moves to position herself in a flank. "Hey fish face, why don't ya cut the flames ya cheater!"

Move to a flank and ready a strike if Wymond goes down.

"Inevitable. The lesser races have no honor."

you would have to start with honor you slimy amphibian. Your smug smirk at the beginning of this betrayed you well enough. Why don't you go sit on an icicle! Jharun says really finding this whole thing ridiculous.

Wymond lays a hand on himself, Erastil's holy light keeping him in the fight.

Lay on Hands gives me 6 HP back!

"It ain't MY fault I inspire such loyalty in my friends!"

He then points at the monster and Triath keeps savaging it, and then attacks himself!

Support, Strike!

Strike: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 172d10 + 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (8, 9) + (3) + 4 = 24

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

The fire and the power of the salamander's attack fell Wymond. The salamander whirls and slices Frizz as well.

Wymond Persistent Fire Damage, this turn: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10
Does it stop (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 7 No.

The salamander strikes again, still invoking the fiery armor around it. Another deep cut against Wymond and the paladin once more begins to burn.

Ranseur v. Wymond: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 282d10 + 7 ⇒ (4, 10) + 7 = 21
Ranseur v. Frizz: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 282d10 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6) + 7 = 14

STATUS
Wymond - 0/99 hp, Dying 1, 2d6 persistent fire
SALAMANDER - 75 damage; Armor of Flames
Lilika - 71/74 hp
Frizz - 52/74 hp
Jharun -

Frizz, you have a readied attack. Then, everyone go!

Readied +1 Sickle (1): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Sickle (S+Acid) Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (5) = 13
Reflex for fire: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

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"Lilika, we gotta put out the fire!!" Frizz shouts as she see her Paladin friend go down.

She then sweeps at the creatures legs with her sickle.

+1 Sickle Trip vs Reflex DC(1): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Then lays into the salamander.

+1 Sickle (2): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Sickle (S+Acid) Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (1) = 6
Sneak Attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

+1 Sickle (3): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Sickle (S+Acid) Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (5) = 12
Sneak Attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Reflex for fire: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Good thing I have Fire Resistance

On the downside, Frizz, Salamanders can't be tripped. On the upside, you murdered him.

Frizz responds with three well-placed slashes of her small sickle and cuts the salamander's throat. It staggers back into the forge.

Frizz Fire Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4
Does it stop? (DC 15): 1d20 ⇒ 1 No.

Lilika and Jharun, go! Then, unless Wymond's been healed and the fire put out, Wymond will have some rolls to make.

The flames engulf Frizz with her final slash and she panics for a second before recalling she wore a magical ring protecting her from the heat.

No damage so far! :)

Triath gives an angered squeal as Wymond falls.

Jharun grabs his clock and jumps over to Waymond and slaps the fire out attempting to smother the flames

Lilika rolls her eyes at Wymond's foolishness as she casts a healing spell on him.

Heal (2nd level; 2 actions): 2d8 + 16 ⇒ (1, 8) + 16 = 25

Then she approaches to attempt to help putting out the fire.

Heal (2A), Stride

I love the image of Jharun beating the bejesus out of Wymond with a clock.

The fire is out and Wymond still among the living! Huzzah!

COMBAT OVER

STATUS
Wymond - 25/99 hp, Wounded 1
Lilika - 71/74 hp
Frizz - 52/74 hp
Jharun -

As the salamander's body cools, you find yourselves alone in the forge.

The smith's ranseur is magical (it is a +1 ranseur), as is the breastplate he's just finished (it is a +1 breastplate). Curiously, the barrel he uses to quench his blades is also magical. After some experimentation, you find that it magically chills any water placed in it to just above freezing!

Wymond stirs as the first is put out and he comes to.

"Ohhhh, bloody Hell...Almost thought I was gonna come back as somethin' else again..."

He looks up at the others, and begins to get himself up off the floor.

"Thank ye kindly. Wasn't a very Wise Fool that time...just a plain ol' Fool."

Are you Wymond Derryhouse, Champion of Erastil? You are? Well then you do heroic actions and challenge great foes and face down those evil doers do you not?

and oh look there's Frizz, champion of eating too much and getting into things both when you want and when you don't and jumping in at the best times to help out friends

I could keep going if you liked but no need to apologize for ones nature Jharun says with a smile.

"Mighty nice of ye to say that, but that ain't an excuse fer not bein' practical like Ol' Deadeye would want me. After all if I fall in battle, I ain't able to protect ye!" Wymond replies matter-of-factly. Triath grunts in agreement.

"So...me armor an' bardiche are prob'ly about equal to what this bloke was forgin' so any o' you want these things? Or we just gonna sell 'em when we next go back topside?"