
Beldan Vale |

Beldan Vale wrote:Woah; you usually make those...Beldan Vale wrote:Reflex: 1d20 + 15Doh!
"Argh!"
Down to 20 hit points.
Yeah, I think it’s been a long time in this game since Beldan dropped below half hit points. ‘Course, he’s often making reflex saves against traps, he has a higher modifier in that case.

dungeonmaster heathy |

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:I think it fits the Xena/Evil Dead vibe of the whole game. If the campiness wasn't there i.e. if the whole thing was run straight faced, I don't think that the epic f@~&ing LULZ and ROFLSAURUS REX'S would be quite as possible.Speaking of the game vibe. How I miss the gay wizard.
Alas,.....fakey.....irl.....mnaaaar!

dungeonmaster heathy |

<Stig waddles off into the snow after the ranged assailant confident that his mass will provide him the traction he needs. He puts the hammer to anything that turns up.>
att 1d20+3+20
dam 2d6+24+3
Stig advaunces to e5; finds the chraal's battleship, and whacks the bastard once but good; it's still up. Hnoss backs up a little; bursts Elgan, Gjetost, and Stigg, with her jesus bomb;
5d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 5, 5, 5) = 19h.p. healed.

Claw the Golem |

Claw steps towards the chraal, his punch sailing just over Stig's head.
5' step to FG 6-7 before attacking the chraal in CD 4-5. Attack roll 10+16+3(bard)-1(slow)=AC 28, damage 19+8+3=30.
Gjetost runs towards the sound of clanging and yelling.
Move to BC 6-7 before clubbing the chraal in the back of the head. Attack roll 13+19+3(bard)-3(power attack)=AC 32, damage 10+16+3(bard)+9(power attack)=38.

Altai Iscarni |

Cursing and mumbling under his breath, Altai runs out of the shelter towards the sound of battle. Bumping off Claw and then Hnoss and Stig, he stumbles into the remaining chraal, which he promptly blasts with fire.
Move to E4 before using my Pearl of power II to re-cast [i]Scorching ray. Ray 1: Attack roll 10+10+1(haste)=touch AC 21, damage 15 fire. Ray 2: Attack roll 13+10+1(haste)=touch AC 24, damage 17 fire. Ray 3: Attack roll 12+10+1(haste)=touch AC 23, damage 16 fire. Concentration check to avoid getting my face caved in while casting in melee 12+24=36, which is plenty.

Altai Iscarni |

"Blah. This is going to be a long, cold night, especially as I lost the sheltering formula. Well, at least I can help a bit with our space problems..."
I'll use two castings of Disintegrate - one memorised and one re-cast through my bonded amulet - to remove two 10x10x10' cubes in the frozen earth underneath the half-broken dome to add some sleeping space. We'll also need to collect some branches to cover the holes the chraals created.
And, of course - did the chraals leave behind anything useful or valuable? I'm going to keep some slivers of their bodies if possible, to aid me in scrying on our troll friends.

dungeonmaster heathy |

Altai's able to dig out a decent cave shelter; Gjetost ventures out with Claw, tying a rope back to base camp, and is able to rummage up some detritus and newly hewn logs for fire.
"The sirocco helped a little," he tells Altai.
He breaks out his flints, and makes it burn.
"I'm okay. But the rest of you need the warmness...."
he looks like a kid, tapping away to make the fire; you can tell he enjoys it.

dungeonmaster heathy |

Vilya:
Then the darkness falls, and you smell smoke; it's coming from a little ways to the east...

Altai Iscarni |

Altai Iscarni wrote:you asked for it...Beldan Vale wrote:You had to go there, didn't you? A singing Stig... *shudder*...The only thing missing is a penchant for songs about gold...
Heh. For some reason I thought you would pull out this merry tune. Just gold, though, no Scottish accents.

Vilya the Taker |

Spoiler:the orc made it look easy; the damp wood won't catch. You start getting really cold. Then you don't feel cold any more, but your feet feel tingly and stabby when you step with them. Then the darkness falls, and you smell smoke; it's coming from a little ways to the east...

dungeonmaster heathy |

The sun sets for the main group.....with a warm fire going, though, the blizzard outside soon becomes a mesmerizing, strangely comforting drone; and most fall asleep except for whoever is on watch.
And their humdrum chore is interrupted by a little black cat who strolls in and sits by the fire.

dungeonmaster heathy |

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:** spoiler omitted **** spoiler omitted **
Vilya:
You see four lovely raven haired maids, in smart noble ladys' riding jackets and breeks; they seem to have a pig roasting on a spit.
They drink wine from crystal goblets as they cook their food.
It's ever so inviting a scene.

dungeonmaster heathy |

It allows you to detect...it is powerful.
It's not really spying though. It's strolled up, and warmed itsself by the fire.
"Greetings," the cat says, totally understandable. "I was....called here by some trolls. But, I don't really like them; and I don't feel the urge to heed their counsel. I'm a curious little cat, however; why do they bid me slay you and your gang?
Logic: I've snuck into your camp. Some of yours sleep. Most are unguarded from my fangs.
I could maim your group hard, and yet I do not. This is because I sense you have it within your power to obliterate me.
This is a standoff, and as such I choose to be a chatty kitty....."

Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe |

This is a standoff, and as such I choose to be a chatty kitty....."
Pip cracks an eye and strums his geetar
"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to Asgard to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened an ugly troll under a chair."
Perform (Diplomacy): 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (19) + 27 = 46

Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe |

She rubs up against Pip's leg and purrs.
"Thankyou, the humor helps. I do so dispise this plane..."
and I gotta bail for a couplea hours...
Pip strokes the cat's fur gently
"You're welcome. Humor is my strong point. And this place is awfully cold and humorless. But there is good beer to be had .."
And I'm bailing too for a bit

Altai Iscarni |

"On our way somewhere else, we were ambushed by a trollish wizard. We killed said troll and his undead henchmen. Then, someone claiming to represent the troll's extended family demanded reparations. We told this troll to go f%** itself. And since then we've been inundated with summoned monsters, all of which we have killed."
"So, if we may return to you. Has this trollish cabal put a magical compulsion on you to attack and destroy us, or have they merely asked you to do them a favour? Because if we are on the favour-exchanging level, we could probably off you something fairly interesting too."

Vilya the Taker |

Spoiler:you come upon a clearing; plenty of cover available amongst the trees and moguls of the forest for the sneaky snarky one.You see four lovely raven haired maids, in smart noble ladies' riding jackets and breeks; they seem to have a pig roasting on a spit.
They drink wine from crystal goblets as they cook their food.It's ever so inviting a scene.
Vilya begins to try as hard as she can to convince herself that the four women are an illusion.

dungeonmaster heathy |

"On our way somewhere else, we were ambushed by a trollish wizard. We killed said troll and his undead henchmen. Then, someone claiming to represent the troll's extended family demanded reparations. We told this troll to go f&*! itself. And since then we've been inundated with summoned monsters, all of which we have killed."
"So, if we may return to you. Has this trollish cabal put a magical compulsion on you to attack and destroy us, or have they merely asked you to do them a favour? Because if we are on the favour-exchanging level, we could probably off you something fairly interesting too."
"They tried; they bargained, then they tried through compulsion....their logic seemed flawed, though. I don't particularly relish the thought of fighting you all and losing.
So, I bluffed them, lied, said I'd do you all in for them.....and now I'm stuck in Asgard. I don't think I'll win against you, and I don't think they'll return me to the Web.Um,......what do you have to offer me, though; everything in the multiverse is negotiable."

dungeonmaster heathy |

dungeonmaster heathy wrote:** spoiler omitted **Vilya:
** spoiler omitted **
Vilya:
"...sisters!...." she points. The other three look, smile,
one says,
"Oh,....dear child....you look a fright. Come, warm your poor self by our fire."
Another;
"would you care for some mulled wine?"