GM Tyranius Frozen Fingers of Midnight Sub-Tier 4-5 (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

"People have called me mercurial, does that count?" Isabella asks while she seeks for the best spot to bash through the ice, hoping to find a hatch or a door to enter the ship.

Perception take 20: 20 + 6 = 26

Banquo uses Antonella's wand to tap her with some Mage Armor. He then pulls out his own Mage Armor wand and does the same for Angel.

Angel's AC: 22. Angel's HP: 16/26 since he drank a Cure light wounds potion from Antonella.

Angel approaches Antonella hand her a wand, "Paladin, this is Banquo's wand of Cure Light Wounds. Would you be so kind to bestow it's magic on me?"

Banquo chimes in, "Oh, and some of that endure elements too if you are willing."

Afterward, Banquo uses his masterwork dagger to hack away at some ice. Angel joins with his magical slams.

"Chip the ice or just put a hole in the deck?"

“Of Course!” Antonella heals up the eidolon before tapping the pair with endure elements.

"People have called me mercurial …"

“I can believe that.” The paladin smiles.

“Banquo, would the origins of the word 'mercurial' come from the character Mercutio in the play Gnomeo and Juliet?”

"More likely they both come from the same source. But it's all Greek to me."

Just picking away I suppose.

@Frost- It is always a choice to rest overnight. Just let me know if you want to do it?

Sounds like we just pushed on, all good :)

The sloped tunnel is slippery, but after a long curve it suddenly opens into another cave at the rear deck of a ship. More braziers keep the worst of the cold at bay, but a wall of solid ice blocks access to the foredeck. A large drum stands on the deck, and behind it is a trapdoor leading into the hold.

Cirri keeps her eyes peeled. "Can we go below deck or something? Maybe the ice didn't get down there, since it should be relatively water tight."
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Profession Sailor: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

"Let's enter the hold, you follow after me" Isabella says while drawing her sword and opening the trapdoor.

The smell of death and rot fills this lower deck, even with the cold. It is darker down here without the sunlight filtering through the ice, and no braziers burn. Shadowy movements are visible in the darkness, accompanied by an eerie creaking noise as though someone were still working the oars. A figure moves toward you along the aisle between the rowing benches. It appears to be a withered human wearing an Ulfen burial mask, it's eyes glow an eerie red. Four zombies pull uselessly at the frozen oars. The icy air carefully preserved their rotting flesh.

As the group presses forward through the undead hold of the ship, the undead in the burial mask turns and roars at them. The undead Ulfen warriors roil to their feet and it is clear that they are going to attack.

Round 1
Isabella
Frost
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Wight
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Banquo
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Zombies
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Round 1
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

Frost steps in at the closest one, lashing out...

PA
Attack 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 - 1 = 11
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 + 3 = 13

Isabella moves forward and slashes at the undead ulfen with the yellow outfit.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 4 = 19 last 4 is precision

If attacked
Parry: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Riposte: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 4 = 12 last 4 is precision

Stepping in between the frozen wooden benches Isabella slashes her dueling sword at the frozen zombie. her dueling sword shatters the zombie into a frozen pile of fleshy rubble. What little blood it had left begins to melt a small portion of the ice. Frost attempts the same manuever and ends up tripping on the wooden bench and nearly drops his sword.

With a scream the red eyed man strides forward and attempts to slam a heavy mailed fist into Isabella. Quickly spinning around she parry's his blow away, leaving the creature wide open as she slashes chunk of fleshy ice off of it's head.

Round 1
Isabella
Frost
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Wight (-12)
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Banquo
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Zombies
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Round 1
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

GM, did that zombie have at least 2 hit dice?

Reminder to self: if not then subtract one panache from current total and bring to 1 out of 3

The zombie had 2 HD

Will push forward this evening if Banquo has not posted by then.

Banquo, finding his courage in the face of the undead, reaches out to splash the purple tinted baddie with some acid.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Dam: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Angel cuts across the boat after Banquo's splash reaches the baddie. Angel raises his arms and slams them down on the same purple enemy.

Slam: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Dam: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 5) + 4 = 13

Banquo hurls acid at the wight, though with his companions in combat with it he finds it difficult to get a clean shot. Angel on the other hand rushes forward and slams an elbow into the side of the undead's head.

The zombies surge forth from their benches as the blood covered (red) zombie reaches out with an icy touch at frost.

Slam vs Frost AC 11: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Cold Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

The zombie grasps ahold of Frost, leaving an icy chill all throughout his body. Frost and ice begin to form around the area that the zombie touches.

Round 2
Isabella
Frost (13/29)
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Wight (-25)
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Banquo (Angel 16/25)
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Zombies
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Round 1
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

Cirri clambers up and swings her staff, trying to topple the fiend. "Hey! Leave Frost alone!"

Quarterstaff +1 trip, Combat Expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 13
She pokes its leg.

Frost isn't too worried about the cold (DR 5 vs Cold) - Aasimar
She was also healed up before we came down (the collection of CLW's)

She looks at the touch and ice and just laughs "I am born of the ice and snow, you are only reminding me of home", she swings back at the creature with force, determined to see the undead returned to slumber.

PA
Attack 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 1 = 26
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + 3 = 12
Crit? 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 1 = 22
Add Damage 2d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 + 3 = 12

Isabella attacks the leader of the gang wight and slashes her sword over what remains of his face. After making the attack she readies herself to parry the first attack that comes her way.

Slash!: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 4 = 13

When attacked
Parry: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Riposte: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 = 18

Frost isn't too worried about the cold (DR 5 vs Cold) - Aasimar

She was also healed up before we came down (the collection of CLW's)

It was hidden in the discussion tab. That is why I couldn't find the heals when I read back to the last health totals.

Though Frost's skin is frozen, it does not seem to bother her in the least as Cirri tries to trip the zombie. Swinging her staff she ends up getting it caught in the frozen wooden benches, leaving the zombie standing upright.

Isabella swings her sword with deadly precision, shattering what remains of the wight's head, dropping it to the ground in a pile.

Frost's falchion cracks another frozen zombie's chest wide open, ending it's unlife.

Round 2
Isabella
Frost (29/29)
Banquo (Angel 25/25)
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Zombies
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Round 1
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

Antonella holds her position, activates Crane Style swift and channels undead killing positive energy. All undead are within range.

Channel Death to Undead: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Will DC 13 for half

“I’ll do the dedicated healing for the time being. Looks like you guys have got this. Nobody’s going down on my watch.”

Lucky nods and darts forward, bringing his battle aspergillum to bear against the blue-ish undead.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Rats! Missed." Banquo attempts another acid splash at the purple tinted baddie.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Dam: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Angel slams down on Mr. Purple again.

Slam: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Dam: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 6) + 4 = 15

@Lucky- Is it filled with Holy Water?

Lucky smashes his battle aspergillum hard against the zombie, sending small cracks arching up it's body.

Stepping forward Antonella holds her holy symbol high into the air, releasing a massive wave of holy energy upon the undead.

Red Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Green Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Blue Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Small tendrils of holy fire race upon the three zombies, burning their flesh and souls within.

Banquo hurls a small bit of acid at the zombie near Isabella. The acid sizzles right past her head and sizzles against the zombie's face, causing it to pop and blister as Angel finishes it off by raising both of her fists into the air and bringing them crashing down with all of her fury.

The remaining zombies continue to reach out and grasp at Frost and Isabella.

Frost Touch vs Frost Tch AC 11: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Frost touch vs Isabella Tch AC 16: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Both easily evade the zombie's grasp as they knock their hands out of the way.

Round 3
Isabella
Frost (29/29)
Banquo (Angel 25/25)
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Zombies (Red -2)(Blue -2)
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Round 2
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

"Gosh, I hate undead. So cold and slimy!"

Quarterstaff+1, Improved Trip, Combat Expertise vs CMD: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 25

Cirri gets a much better grasp on the zombie's legs this time.

Acrobatics vs CMD: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Cirri bounds past Angel and flanks the hopefully floored zombie. "Gonna squish you good when you stand up!"

AC is 15 this turn.

Frost smiles to Cirri as she positions, then lashes out on the frozen monster to her front...
"...pass quickly from this world to the next!" she commands it.

PA+Flanking
Attack 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 1 + 2 = 28
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + 3 = 12
Crit? 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 1 + 2 = 28
Add Damage 2d4 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 + 3 = 11

@Lucky- Is it filled with Holy Water?

Lucky smashes his battle aspergillum hard against the zombie, sending small cracks arching up it's body.

Stepping forward Antonella holds her holy symbol high into the air, releasing a massive wave of holy energy upon the undead.

[dice=Red Will save]1d20+3
[dice=Green Will save]1d20+3
[dice=Blue Will save]1d20+3

Small tendrils of holy fire race upon the three zombies, burning their flesh and souls within.

Banquo hurls a small bit of acid at the zombie near Isabella. The acid sizzles right past her head and sizzles against the zombie's face, causing it to pop and blister as Angel finishes it off by raising both of her fists into the air and bringing them crashing down with all of her fury.

The remaining zombies continue to reach out and grasp at Frost and Isabella.

[dice=Frost Touch vs Frost Tch AC 11]1d20+2

[dice=Frost touch vs Isabella Tch AC 16]1d20+2

Both easily evade the zombie's grasp as they knock their hands out of the way.

Round 3
Isabella
Frost (29/29)
Banquo (Angel 25/25)
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Zombies (Red -2)(Blue -2)
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Round 2
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

Yes, I start each scenario with it full. It's on his physical sheet, sometimes I forget to mention it online.

Seeing the battle is well in hand, Antonella draws and drinks a potion of resist energy.

She then takes a 5’ step east, waiting to see if her healing skills will be required.

Finally getting a better angle Cirri is able to trip the stiff zombie in between the wooden benches. Taking advantage of the situation Frost brings her falchion down hard, shattering the undead.

Stepping back Antonella drinks a potion of resist energy

Round 3
Isabella
Frost (29/29)
Banquo (Angel 25/25)
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Zombies (Red -2)(Blue -2)
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Round 2
Cirri
Lucky
Antonella

Banquo: You going to finish this last guy?
Angel: I think they got it
Banquo: But it's a zombie! Kill it!!
Angel: What about you? What are you doing that is so pressing?
Banquo: Oh, 'cause my acid is doing sooo much...

Angel audibly sighs and takes a wide arc around the boat to get behind the zombie without provoking it.

Slam Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12 (flank)
Dam: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

Taking the long route around the benches Angel firmly rasps the remaining zombie's head and smashes down as hard as she can into the benches. The zombie's face shatters apart.

Combat Over

"Gosh, I hate undead." Cirri shakes off the excess frost. "Where to next? Let's see what's on the other side of the ship."

Antonella claps Cirri on the back. “Sounds good to me. I’ll just check any doorways for traps before we advance.”

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Oh, anyone who hasn't already - I'd suggest drinking one of the captured potions of resist energy before we go through the next companion way."

Finding no traps you climb up the ladder to the deck of the ship. The soft glow of sunlight again penetrates into this ice cave, and several braziers burn near the walls. A beautiful woman stands next to a simple chair, facing you. Other furniture in the chamber suggests that this is her private quarters. The woman looks you over as though judging a draft animal, and asks, “Have you come to work the oars? I am in need of more rowers.”

Cirri drinks one of the potions of resist energy before proceeding.

"Umm... your ship is infested with zombies. And stuck in ice. I don't think rowers can do much." Cirri says matter of factly. "Oh! Have you seen Tirfyr? He has some very important information we need."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

I am afraid that he will be of little use. You see He was one of the undead below. She calmly says pointing down to the level you just came from.

Knowledge (religion) about the woman: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Knowledge (arcana) about the woman: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Antonella takes a moment to study the woman before chiming in politely. "Lady Natalya, we are scholars with a distinctly practical bent."

"We seek information about the freezing curse that surrounds your vessel. We would be honored to leave an offering to show our respects to Jarl Bjornsson in return for information about it."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Frost watches and listens to the conversation.

Isabella has also drank a potion and moves up to stand near the woman.

"And please explain your role in all this" she adds to Antonella's question

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"Um, yeah, it's kinda cold out here. And anyone who freezes..." Cirri trails off.

Reusing my Diplomacy roll of 18

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Banquo: What's going on?
Angel: Shhh. I'm trying to listen.
Banquo: Who is that lady? And why is she down here with zombies?
Angel: Quiet.
Banquo:Arent' we looking for a lantern?
Angel: Yes. And she might know where it is. That's why we are listening.
Banquo: She's not going to tell us where the lantern is. Look at her. She's gone all wacko.
Angel: Sometimes all we need is some kindness to find the words.

Dip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Angel bows, "My lady, we stand here in wonder at your marvelous ship. As our other comrades have revealed, we are seeking information. I am Angel and this is my companion Banquo."

Banquo: "Hi."
Dip Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Angel: "It now seems that you have us at a disadvantage. May I ask who you are? How did you come to be here? Where is this boat traveling? We regret to inform you that your oarsmen have been dispatched. But as Antonella has offered, we would be willing to offer a tribute in exchange for your assistance in our quest."

The woman smiles as she looks at each of you in turn. Her eyes lock on the lantern that you carry and she smiles. It seems that you have returned my lantern to me. I thank you. Set it on the table here. She says motioning next to her.

My name is Natalya Yagevna, widow of Haldyr Bjornsson. Five weeks ago Skelg the Ripper raided my late husband's funerary ship and saved my life as I was due to be sacrificed along with Haldyr. Skelg raided the ship and left me with my dowry. She says as she motions to the vessel that we stand on.

Haldyr's son, Bengeirr, heard word of this and must have followed Skelg to get revenge.

I can help you with your curse, but I require something in return. If I am to return to my home in Irrisen then I require a suitable mate and the beacon returned to my possession. I can say that I would make it worth your while as you would be treated as royalty in Irrisen... entices the woman.

Cirri blushes at the woman's offer. "Um...we just need a cure for the lantern's extreme cold. Bengeirr hit Skelg with the lantern and now he's freezing! Could you help him out a little?"

Cirri scratches the back of her neck. "There are plenty of guys outside of the ship, though. Maybe you could leave, find a mate and then return home?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
What is with this lady? At least she isn't undead. But if she knows how to reverse the effects, why did Tirfyr freeze? This is a trap, isn't it...

Knowledge(Geography): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Does she really need the lantern and a mate before returning home? Is this one of those honor things? Would she really be treated as royalty?

"Maybe Skelg is up for a relocation..." Frost smiles.

Cirri believes it to be a great deal of honor for Natalya as the woman cocks her head to the side slightly at Frost's offer, as if in thought.

Hmm. Skelg would make for an ideal mate. he did save me and by the laws of the north my captor and lord. I have no desire to leave this ship unless it is to my home in Irrisen. Bring Skelg to my ship so we may discuss this further.

The paladin’s eyes widen. Antonella Schiavo – Holy Warrior of Irori AND Matchmaker! Who would have thought?

“My Lady, we shall need the Beacon in order to return with Your Lord Skelg for the pre-nuptial arrangements.” The monk bows respectfully to the Jadwiga. “If the Ripper agrees to your terms, we could present the Beacon to you both as a Wedding Gift before we return home.”

Antonella turns to the others. “The Big Bearded Boss Captain said we didn’t actually need to keep the Beacon of the North. We just had to find out as much as we could about it.”

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Natalya nods her head in agreement as she sits back at her desk, looking over sea charts and a decent sized tome. Then you had better hurry before Skelg freezes to death.

From what Antonella can tell Natalya is being sincere and truthful.