Gm Razor's Assault on Dragon Keep

Game Master Ravagwen Darksbane

Chef full moves behind the orcapult so he can get into flanking position!

Mor familiar with style feats now, need a swift action to activate them, so I can't get a boosted damage shot off till the third round. Likely not to happen in this party.

Swift action, activate kirin style.

Rapid shot, deadly aim. Point blank?(if so, +1 more to hit and damage)

to hit: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
to hit: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
to hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 miss

Floid steps forward, blinking through space up to 40ft to get within point blank range.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Anhur goes for flanking with Chef and attacks with his amazing cestus.
cestus: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19, damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + (6) + 10 = 20

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Forgot to include +2 for flanking. Also since he hasn't acted, should be vs flat-footed AC.
Finally, using swift action to do crane style. Already factored in fighting defensive penalties.

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"Dragon Slayer Art: Morning Breath of the Fire Dragon!"

Hands pressed together, Doran spreads them wide; in sync, a thin cloud of bubbling green and red appears hovering innocuously about ten feet over the orc's head. Doran clicks his fingers and a tiny spark appears and is carried lazily up to brush against the cloud. It ignites, blasting down in a sickly green firestorm, blackening the orc and the ground beneath him.

Target word: Burst (10ft), Effect words: Burning Flash and Wrack, Metamagic: Intensified
DC22 Reflex save to halve 10d4 + 20 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 2, 4, 1, 3, 3, 1, 4) + 20 = 44 fire damage and to not be Sickened for 10 rounds[/ooc]

Gerold will just move around for the turn getting around the orcapult.

Getting around the creature for this turn.

It..is an orc on a catapult...he has lots of negatives to reflex...

reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Yeah...he fails...get wailed on and then goes up in flames....boom...

Also since Namless pulled some shenanigan in his I shall give you all the same thing. Two chests pop open inside you find.

I think we will get into trouble if we wear angel-skin. I would like the fortified mithril chain shirt. The others I have no use for.

Gerold picks up the Angelskin armor.

"It's time to wear me some silky soft feathers. Unless one of you would like to wear it?"

"Not a bad bow, but I have better. Someone else might have a use for it. Maybe you Anhur if something is flying. I'd also be interested in the mithril chain shirt, though I'm not pining away for it. I already have one without the fortification. "

"I will take the bow and the heavier chain shirt." Anhur says simply.
going to drop my AC by 2, but increase movement and get evasion back.
Is that bow adaptive or otherwise Str rated?

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Doran holds up the silk armor. "Hey, NICE dressing gown..." He pulls it on quickly. "I'm ready for bed, in STYLE!"

Any issue with fluffing it to look like this?

Doo eeetttt!

what is four mirror armor? otherwise what i have is better than that stuff

Armor here

+6 AC +2 dex -5 ACP

ah too heavy for me. ill just take my share of the sold loot

All set to go after the looting and cashing in.

The party is able to make it to the tower with no issue. They are at the door. Is this the moment that they have been waiting for. Will they finally storm the castle and kill the butt face. You decided next time on pokemon!

Sorry I have been drinking :3

Go to sleep DM, you are drunk.

hahaha enjoy yourself!

By now they are likely in the hangover stage, so enjoyment is not the case

Poke

As the Party opens the door, they are greeted by a nice parlor, however something seems wrong as they all croud through the door. Perceptions please.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

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perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 "Nice parlor"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

As the party enters the room they see the butt face standing before them laughing. He pulls a switch and the floor below you turns into a slide. Weee you fall down into his dungeon. Ya did not think that he would let you waltz through his door now did you shorty? Ah well your still in his castel you just gotta go from the bottom up.

Chef attempts to disbelieve!

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

could probably port out of it, but that wouldnt be fun now would it? haha

Anhur gazes stoically into the horizon as he plummets to what will surely be his doom.
Maybe.

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Doran makes a rude gesture with his right hand and calls out "Better check out the real estate market here cause I'M A COMIN' FOR YA, BASTARD!"

Naturally he's about halfway down the shaft by the time half of it comes out so most isn't heard.

"Ah well, had to reckon it warn't gonna be that easy. "

"Well let's start getting closer to the fool."

They in a a muddy floor, the manage to land with no damage, and it is kinda dark and smelly. It is dim enough that you can look around and those with low light vision can see a little farther than the rest. There is a small blue Orb that appears and whispers softly, Help me...please help me.; Before vanishing.

Chef, you can tell that was indeed the real jerk bag that sent you down here in the smelly place.

Hrumph! I guess this means we can't do any more sidequests!

Chef starts scouting ahead of the group.

Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

"Chef, did you leave something in the oven?" Anhur says as he pinches his nose.

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Don't think so.

Doran claps his hand and four flickering orange and red orbs spring into life, illuminating the room. "What now?"

Dancing Lights SLA

As they look around there is the path before them. The small Pixe from earlier appears before speaking, If you want to go to town for anything I can either take you all there or bring items for you. Especially since you are dealing with a butt head.

Much thanks, Mon Cherie. Now, let us find out how to put an end to the butt head! Chef sneaks down the path.

Floid brings up the rear, crossbow in hand.

"Yeppers, might as well keep a movin.'"

"Let's end that fool."

"Indeed. I have no business in town at the moment. Only in this tower."

The party walks down the tunels they seem to wind around. Before them after some way they see a guy standing over a grave...he looks alive maybe but defiantly looks sad. Wonder what he is doing here.

Chef whispers to the others. We better be wary, the last fellow we 'trusted' turned out to be the handsome sorcerer.