GM Tektite's Iron Gods Campaign

Game Master Hawkwen Agricola

The group frantically rushes around the small complex trying to figure out where Richard went or what he is doing. In a strange moment Lewdon looks up to find Richard climbing the array with the explosives.

Richard believes he found a decent spot for the explosives just a little further up.

Is there a place to stand on the array?

No place to stand. Richard is climbing the pole, bracing himself with the guides and support posts.

Seeing no other option, Alpha casts a spell on his shield before throwing it at Richard hoping to knock him to the ground.

Cast Returning Weapon.

"I take no joy in this."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

That should hit Richard since he's denied dex. He needs to make a climb check or fall.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Alpha's shield knocks Richard clear off the array.

"AAEEeeeiiii...!"
Crash!!

If Richard tries to cast or run again Lewdon will pounce on him.

Richard opens his eyes to find himself look straight up at the ceiling and everyone else standing over him just as confused by what is happening.

Lewdon Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Ow.." Richard groans. "I thought that.. I was sure that you were all replaced by imposters. And that I was going to be next."

Looking up at the array, he says, "Let's set these explosives and get the heck out of here."

"you gents need to hurry your asses we need to get out of here someone's poking around inside my head and I'm not sure I kin hold em off for long"

"That is highly illogical, but no one was damaged. We should keep moving."

Getting his mind right Richard goes back to setting the explosives. Once set the group quickly retreats from the vicinity of the receiver array and clicks the detonator.

A bright flash is seen in the sky as a deafening boom is sounded in the nearby distance. Within moments the receiver array slowly begins to collapse in on itself, turning the entire place to rubble.

Returning to report your findings to Redtooth you find her Warren to be in a bit of shambles. As you crawl through the tunnels you find several dead ratfolk that you are forced to push through. Several moments later you reach Redtooth, who is nursing her arm and has a large gash over her eye. Fresh blood trickles into her once shining fur.

She coughs and groans in pain. "Seems you caught Hellion's attention. He sent a message. You are invited to the Scrapmaster's Arena."

Richard looks around the Warrens with unconcealed anger. Glancing at Alpha he laments his own unusual capacity for emotions.

It would be so easy not to care.

Upon finding Redtooth, and seeing her injuries, he offers what little magic he has to heal her.

"I thought the warrens were secure. How did Hellion manage to raid it?" He realizes the question is mostly irrelevant and changes the subject. "Accepting the invitation to Scrapmaster's Arena sounds like willfully walking into a trap. What other options do we have? And are there enough of your Raiders left to scavenge supplies if we can pay for them?"

We have a ton of gold. I'm thinking we might want to get some more healing scrolls or maybe a good wand.

Yea, we should try to sell the stuff we're not using also. I'm gonna use some of the funds for some gear/upgrades too.

"Affirmative, it has all the qualities of a trap." Alpha agrees.

"Blast it!", Kharax feeling some guilt over the fact that the ratfolk's attempt to aid the party led to this attack.

Yeah, a CMW wand would go well since I don't get my bigger heals until next level :/ Also, maybe a scroll of fireball or some other good AoE spell such as burst of radiance?

You have no problem finding what you require up to 4000 gp. Go ahead and continue your purchases. Going to push forward to the arena.

As you near the Scrapmaster's arena you find that an enormous battlefield actually sprawls here. A fighting arena that measure's several hundred feet in diameter, ringed by mounds of junk and refuse stacked in tiers for seating. The ring has an arched opening in its westernmost end to allow access to the arena, while against the eastern side, a large metallic structure akin to a squat tower protrudes from the hard packed earth. A wooden stairway wraps around the tower's sides, and a twenty foot tall stage protrudes from its western facade, overlooking the arena below.

The arena measures 400 feet in diameter, roughly circcular area of open ground with low mounds of junk scattered about to provide cover and break up the battlefield.

As you enter the arena you see that hundreds of orcs, ratfolk and a smattering of humans sit in the stands. Several orcs are sparring in the center of the arena nearby where you entered. The mass cheers them on as blood is inevitably shed.

"I believe the meatbag term for this is barbaric."

"There's a word in androffan for it too." Richard mutters. Though he holds his buckler firmly in his left hand, he seems to carry only his stungun on a holster at his side. His other weapons remain stowed away in his magical haversack.

"Its brutal I give ya dat"

"Not my taste of things; I liked Torch for its civility compared to... this."

I'll update my stats later.

From up above a large female troll lens over the railing. "So! You are the new arrivals running around poking at us. No much to look at." She spits on the ground. "More machine than living it looks like. No matter. Seems you are to face me in the arena"

The crowd cheers with barbaric glee as they smack weapons against any nearby metal creating a deafening sound.

"As if a troll was na bad enough it had to be a woman"

"Well, ain't nothing 'gainst ya, but we're going to have to win this thing."

Scrapmaster's Arena, where battle one must,
To prove their worth, and join the Lords of Rust...

"You are Helskarg!?" Richard calls up to the monster. "It's said you are the gatekeeper to Hellion. That if we can fight you, we're in. Are those still the terms? Or should we just lop off your ugly head, set you on fire, and find someone important?"

The troll chuckles [b]Yea, if ya can beat me. bring and use whatever weapons you want. With each step the massive armored troll walks down the stairs as a wicked looking chariot is escorted through the far gate. The chariot is pulled by a pair of hefty ogres. Helskarg checks her spiked leather armor and steps into the chariot.

You have time for whatever buffs you wish to do as Helskarg gets ready.

Alpha is ready.

"So we got a plan here gents?

"Shut down the chariot and then her. Letting her have superior mobility is illogical. Kill the ogres first."

Richard hums a spell to secretly communicate with his companions.

"I'm going to create an illusion of a pit that might delay those ogres." He informs the group through a magical whisper. "It might look real, but don't worry, you will be able to stand upon it. For now, Alpha and Lewdon, I'm going to increase your strength."

Richard then slides some scrolls from a case at his side and casts a pair of spells to enhance Alpha and Lewdon.

Level Check vs DC 4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Level Check vs DC 4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Bull's Strength on Alpha and Lewdon.

Lastly, he takes out a vial of magical oil from his haversack and applies it to his stungun.

Oil of magic weapon.

mage armor and scarshield

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A raucous mix of orcs, ratfolk, and humans eager to see blood spilled. Helskarg raises her fists into the air as she begins boisterously bragging to the crowd on her feats and claims of your lives. With a lash from her handle the chariot lurches forward as the ogres feet dig deep into the rocky ground.

Round 1
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Helskarg
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot
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Kharax

Alpha moves closer and puts up his shield defensively. Total Defense. AC is 27 this round

Richard waits for the ogres to begin pulling the chariot, then sings a note that causes a crescent-shaped chasm to open up in the arena floor ahead of them.

Silent Image DC 15 - I put an image on the map, but it may need to be adjusted depending on where they actually go.

Lewdon moves up and nad makes ready with his weapon.

just noticed i have a useless feat (agile maneuvers) any problem with me swapping it outwith something else

yea, that is fine Lewdon.

Lewdon and Alpha ready themselves as Richard watches the Ogre's direction and creates a large chasm in their path causing them to skid to a halt, grabbing their hands into the dirt and stone pillar the ogre's hold on tight as the massive chariot whips around behind them nearly tearing them to the ground from its weight. One giant slips as the chariot rocks and sways back and forth. The Ogre's are able to get teh chariot turned around as they make their way back around.

Pissed Helskarg holds onto the edge of the chariot tightly as he ducks down, trying not to be thrown to the ground. "F#$~ing idiots!"

Round 1
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Helskarg
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot
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Kharax

Kharax steps behind Lewdon, then summons forth a blast of sparkles like the streaks of light from hot steel against an anvil. The multitude of flashing lights sticks to the foes and threatens to blind them.

Glitterdust, area marked on the map in the yellow-dotted shape.

DC 18 Will save or blinded; they can make another Will save at the same DC at the end of their turn to remove the blind condition.

Kharax covers the area in a cloud of dust and glitter that the Ogre's drive the chariot right through.

Red Ogre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Green Ogre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Helskarg: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

The Ogre's eyes turn bloodshot as their hands reach for them. Which definitelyis going to hamper their movement. Helskarg spits on the ground. "Imbecele's!"

Seeing the Ogre's are going to be of little use Helskarg draws her autograpnel. "Just get me close to em ya fools!"

Round 2
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Helskarg
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot (Red- Blinded DC 18)(Green- Blinded DC 18)
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Kharax

Lewdon takes up a position behind the pillar

Alpha moves up and readies a strike for when they approach.

Running to the column beside Alpha and Lewdon, Richard readies his own autograpnel.

Activating luck 1/7
Double move + draw weapon.

Lewdon, Alpha, and Richard continue to shift into defensive positions as Helskarrg contiues to guide the ogres around the arena. They only seem to be aable to stumble about at half speed as they rub at their eyes.

Red Ogre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Green Ogre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Both Ogres areable to wipe the excessive glitter from their eyes as they look about to make sure that their path is clear once again.

Round 2
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Helskarg
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot
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Kharax

Upset his stalling tactic didn't work near as long as he intended, Kharax moves next to Alpha and sends of a blast of cold that showers the enemies!

Flurry of Snowballs cold damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 4) = 15
DC 18 Reflex for half damage; the 30' cone should hit all of them :)

After seeing Kharax fire off his snowy flurry Lewdon dashes out and attempts to disarm the troll before springing back.

spring attack/disarm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Red Ogre Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Green Ogre Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Helskarg: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Kharax spins around and pelts the entire chariot with a flurry of ice and snow. The half blind ogres don't stand a chance as they pull it right into it. The crowd cheers in a mighty roar at first blood.

@Lewdon- How did you make it that far to disarm and get back around the pillar? these are 10 foot squares.

Lewdon darts out from behind the pillar and attempts to knock the autograpnal gun from Helskarg's grasp, though the troll seems to have a better hold on it than initially thought.

Helskarg's wounds quickly heal from the ice shards. She points the Autograpnal at Kharax and his nasty spells and fires it.

Autograpnal vs Kharax AC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Alpha gets in the way and the thin metal cable flies just past Kharax's shoulder.

Round 3
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Helskarg (-10)
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot (Red -15)(Green -15)
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Kharax

Alpha steps forward and slams his shield into the closest ogre. As he does so he focuses electricity from his circuits into his weapon.

Concentration DC17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Spellstrike, Power Attack, Arcane Accuracy: 1d20 + 8 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 3 - 1 = 12

Lewdon changes things up a bit by darting out and taking a swing at the troll himself
springattack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Richard levels his own autograpnel at the closest ogre, lets out a slow breath, and pulls the trigger.

*Ka-Chuuunn!!*

Luck 2/7
1 Grit for focused aim to add Charisma to damage for 1 round.
Autograpnel + PBS - DA - Melee at Green Ogre vs Touch AC: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 - 1 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

He then immediately drops the weapon and draws his stungun.

Lewdon rushes in and takes a swing at Helskarg herself. She chuckles as the cyber-soldier is only able to dent up her makeshift chariot instead.

Alpha attempts the same butonlyto be repelled by the powerful fist of one of the ogres. Using the advantage Richard fires his own Autograpnal into the green Ogre's leg beffore dropping it to the ground.

The green Ogre drops to the ground as Richardhis a major artery. Blood spurts from the ogres leg as it bleeds out within moments.

The remaining ogre lurches and strains as it now tries to pull the full chariot by itself along with the additional dead weight of its companion and is not able to make it far.

Round 3
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Helskarg (-10)
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot (Red -15)
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Kharax

Kharax steps back, summoning a large ball of fire over the troll. "Let's 'eat things up!"

Flaming Sphere damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 6) = 13
DC 18 Reflex save to avoid.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Helskarg cringes in pain and fear as the small ball of fire appears within her chariot. Without thinking twice she leaps out of the slow moving chariot as Kharax. Hurling her autograpnal to the ground she bites at Kharax's arm.

Bite vs Kharax AC 15: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 - 2 = 30
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 12 - 2 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 = 18
Crit Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 4 = 14

Helskarg nearly takes Kharax's arm right off the bone as her jagged teeth bite in at all directions.

So no one wanted to get Autograpnalled and drug around the arena!?

Round 4
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Helskarg (-23)
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Lewdon
Alpha
Richard
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Ogres/Chariot (Red -15)
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Kharax (20/52)

Lewdon springs in and takes another swing at the troll before bouncing back out of reach.

greatclub,spingattack,powerattack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13