Geoffrey's Finest (Inactive)

Game Master CampinCarl9127

Lindale's strikes count as magic, and if Gabriel could smite, then smite evil ignores damge reduction.

I don't know if incorporealness counts as damage reduction.

Light seems to be sorta effective. Perhaps charge the drow first though?

I think shadow are resistant to non-magical strikes? The incorporeality is just a problem we will have to suck up. I'm waiting to hear back whether the light was effective. I think Lindale should go after the shadow and I will go after the drow.[/ooc]

He's uncomfortable in the light, but it's not really effecting him. It's like a drow walking around in a well lit tavern, not ideal but not really painful.

Will Save: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Who is up?

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

"Beware the witch! She's absorbed the beast's lifeforce!" Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from her... Dalton feared those as smart - or smarter - than himself. This Drow could well be one of them. He'd prevented use of her weapon, but he could not stop her magic. He could, however, make her more vulnerable to his allies. That was his hope, anyway.

With a wave of his hand and a baritone invokation, the earth beneath the Drow's feet parted.

Expeditious Excavation. She may Reflex DC 17 to move to an adjacent square or to land in the pit on her feet. Otherwise, she's prone in a pit 5' deep. Creatures in and adjacent to that square have concealment (20%) for one round.

Top of next round, everybody has their action

Is there a mechanical bonus to having the higher ground?

Feeling his strength spill out of him, Toramin knows that this could well be the day that goes to Torag, but he would not go alone.

Whack-a-drow: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23
Ouch!: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1) + 2 + 1 = 9

If Lindale lends Bjorkus the wand, he could patch himself up and get back in the fight.

Higher ground gives you a +1 to hit

Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 11 Fails

call for it and I can throw it. Move to get out wands right? would it be free or swift to throw to him?

Bjorkus clutches his busted ribs and looks to Lindale. "I need that healin' wand."

When the drow attempts to stand up, Toramin will take his AoO.

Stay Down!: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 + 1 + 4 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 + 1 = 5

The snake-eyes.

Assuming Lindale has it somewhere accessible:

Bjorkus takes the drow's wand and touches it to his side.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Inspire 5/5

Just feel me up without permission hey. It's probably in a pocket somewhere. Was waiting for DM to say how many actions to give it to you is?

You say No but Bjorkus knows a Yes when he sees one. =P

Move to get the wand, and I would say swift to toss it to Bjorkus. In my mind it takes a moment to find and dig out the wand, but you'd flip it over like a baseball player the instant you could get your hand on it.

Lindale hears Bjorkus and pulls the wand out of the pouch around his neck. Then tosses it to him and steps up to the shadow with a quick step and stabs forward at the shadow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 can I not miss for once plz!

The fallen ogre and Bjorkus’ war cry stirs Psotheos to greater optimism. They could win this fight! ”Arjax!” he yells as he releases another arrow at the female drow.

Dalton shifts the land underneath the drow, and she collapses into the hole. The shadow gives a wicked, hollow laugh and passes a cold, ethereal hand through Toramin again, this one leaving quite the mark as it sucks the strength away from the dwarves limbs. Arjax arcs his bow down and lands a solid arrow in the drows leg, causing her to hiss in pain. Toramin slowly lifts his hammer, feeling the weight of it drag on his weak limbs, but still manages to bring it up and around to land on the drow. As Lindale stabs forward at the shadow the drow noble finally recovers from her fall, but instead of standing up she says the same incantation she said the first time (eating another wack from Toramin) and the room drops dark...eerily dark. So dark even those with darkvision are blinded.

Toramin will bring his hammer down in the spot that the drow noble just was at because he doubts she will have had the chance to get out of her hole.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 12
damage: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (5, 1) - 2 = 4

He will then 5' away from the shadow.

Oh I forgot to tell you in an ooc line. The shadow did another 6 strength damage to you Toramin, you are currently at a 9 strength penalty

Yes, but I miscounted and took off two more, so my attack and damage should have +1.

Even though the darkness blocks his vision, Bjorkus touches the wand to his side again.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Lindale again assaults where he last saw the shadow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Keep firing into that hole! She hasn't had time to climb out," Toramin called out weakly.

Feeling his busted ribs mostly knitted, Bjorkus tucks the wand into his belt and shuffles forward in the darkness.

I just double checked something, and I found out that deeper darkness cannot stack with itself. You are still in an area of dim lighting and this is the drow nobles new action for that round

The drow noble stands (eating another wack from Toramin] and steps forward, then quickly passes a hand over her rapier and stabs forward with it, but it fails to pierce Toramin's thick armor.

Should I reroll my attack?

Yes, because it was an action decided for a different situation.

I apologize for the retcon, but I figured that was a fairly battle changing thing.

Knowing that his death was swift approaching, Toramin made every effort to slay the woman whose superior magic had spelled his doom.

Selling My Life on Discount: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

I don't suppose Toramin wants to step back after that attack and tag Bjorkus in.

Go for it. I don't have control of my figure on the map.

Bjorkus roars as he closes, the pain of his injury fading as his fury overwhelms him.

Rage

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Unable to see, the wiard presses himself against the wall, hoping to make himself a smaller target in case any blows were flung in his general direction. Unable to direct his force manipulations, he had no way of combating their opponents.

Hold Action.

He retconned the darkness, Dalton.

Then so too shall I use my time machine!

With the woman disrupted enough for the moment, the wizard turned his gaze to the shadow. Not vulnerable to metal, but if I can reach through to the ethereal plane with my power, that creature should feel it just the same.

T.F: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Psotheos squints into the dim light, attempting to make out the exact positions of the drow noble and his companions. He sees a shot and takes it, not happy with his odds but not knowing what else to do in the situation.

Not sure if there’s a negative modifier due to the low-light levels -- but after seeing that roll, it doesn't matter.

The shadow recoils in surprise as Dalton lands a solid hit on it, and it drifts away into the wall, disappearing from sight. Arjax watches the drow raise her shield to catch his arrow, the drows morale rising as Gabriel fails to rise from her magic. Toramin is having a hell of a time fighting in his drained state, not being strong enough to bang past the drows shield. Bjorkus charges and brings a blow down on the drows armor, leaving a terribly dent but not hurting any flesh. The drow narrows her eyes at the minotaur, bringing her flashing black rapier forward and sliding it in Bjorkus's leg. It's a wound that hardly bleeds, but suddenly negative energy explodes outwards from the wound and leaves a much larger hole. She grins, but her victory is short lived when Bjorkus ignores the wound and continues to fight her.

Ok dice roller, time to help the PC's now!

"Master Dalton, please be mindful of the walls."

In his drained state, he knew he would be of little use in combat, so he did the only thing left to him.

Lay on Hands (Bjorkus): 1d6 ⇒ 1

The young noble’s frustration is clear on his face. He takes another arrow, fits it to his bow, and fires at the drow.

For the love of Torag, we need to be level three so that ou can get rid of that negative 4 modifier. That has to be frustrating.

Bjorkus roars in pain as the energy from woman's rapier tears through the meat of his thigh. It takes all of his strength to stay on his hooves but the bull knew he couldn't afford to be out of the fight again. The dwarf's healing touch helps a little but the pain is still dizzying.

Gritting his teeth, he focuses on his fury and takes another mighty swing with his axe.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Rage 8/10

Never mind, Bjorkus just one shot her

The drow laughs as all the attacks on her fail and she continues to chip away at the party. She reaches back for another stab with her rapier...and the last thing she sees is a blur of steel. There's a brief moment where she stands there, dumbfounded, then her head slides from her shoulders. The darkness lifts, leaving the daylight behind brightening the room. You hear the faintest whisp of the shadow in the walls, but he doesn't seem to care to come out into all that light.

Combat over, nice rolls Bjorkus! And with that you are all level 3! At the far end is a ladder heading strait up.

As the party begins to recover from the fight, you see a faint image appear before you, and it looks like it has trouble appearing. Bzzz...chkkk...bzzzz..."Dalton! Toramin! Can anybody hear me?" Another moment and the image stabilizes, showing Tiasar. "Finally! The king has some sort of sorceress under his thumb, she seems extremely loyal. We have a small purchase on the wall, but I fear with the retreat of the angry sorceress something worse comes. How does your mission fare?"

If there ever a time for a max damage greataxe roll, that was it.

"Give me your water skins! Quickly!" Toramin shouts!

The moment the drow priestess falls, Toramin hobbles over to her to begin collecting the necessary three liters.

"We are almost to the surface. Fierce resistance! Drow alliances! Horrifying Genocidal plans. Diseased test subjects. Expansive trap budget. We have met the architect of the disease. Mad. Powerful. Has infected himself. I have been sorely weakened by a shadow. But if we are successful in opening the gate house, it will happen soon."

After updating Tiasar, Toramin will call out to Lindale and Dalton, "Please search the drow and the ogre for magic, gentlemen, we will need all the aid we can get."

As an afterthought, Toramin will also mention that he has captured some (nameless) half orc who claims to be the head alchemist of the kingdom and who aided the wicked man who created the disease.

As you poke around the dead bodies, the ogre shows nothing of worth. A hide shirt far too large to be worn by any normal sized person and a club too heavy and unwieldy to take. The drow however, has all sorts of interesting things on her. Among them include:

Masterkwork Breastplate

Masterwork Rapier

Heavy Steel Shield

400 gp

Four vials of purple liquid

One clear potion

Four similar scrolls

A wand