Hell's Rebels AP - Down with Thrune! (Inactive)

Game Master GM Red

Victor will give the trap door a thorough searching as well "Be there are even more rats down here right Geoff? Probably hundreds if not thousands..." Take 20 perception, 29

"We're probably going to need a light source." He looks to their practicing magicians.

Issil pops a light spell off on her brooch. "That's no problem."

Pádraig Henry casts a cantrip, and four glowing spheres of light (which look like will-o’-wisps) surround the party. "Let's go."

Before descending through the hidden trapdoor, the bard casts heroism on himself.

After preparing yourselves, you pop open the trapdoor, which opens with suprising ease on oiled hinges.

All is dark below until Pádraig and Issil illuminate the area. A flight of stairs descends into a partially collapsed basement. The air is thick with the cloying reek of garbage and decay, and clouds of fat flies buzz about, making it doubly unpleasant to breathe within the dank chamber. A wooden door, reinforced with rusting iron strips, sits in the eastern wall. It seems to be locked.

The stench of sewage, waste, and dead animals below is overwhelming.
I need a DC 12 Fortitude save from everyone or become nauseated for 1d4 rounds

Start of our map

Fort (DC 12): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Morvena coughs and splutters and gags a little bit as they move through the trapdoor and into the dank chamber below but manages to resist urge to get sick.

"Gah! I hope that this place will be worth the trouble...I am simply sick of meandering about in moldy cellars and rank sewers!"

Perception (DC 16): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Perception DC16: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

"Something's moving in the piles of garbage and dead animals!" Pádraig Henry hisses a warning to his friends, drawing his rapier and extending his buckler.

Fort (DC 12): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Riding atop Morvena's shoulder, even Pava seems to fidget with disgust as the group descends into the chamber. "This smells awful! I can't imagine what it must smell like for all of you! Hopefully it won't be like this the entire way through."

Perception (DC 16): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Suddenly, Pava flutters her wings and tweets with alarm!

"O-oh! There's something moving down here!"

Fort save DC 12: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Geoffrey keeps the contents of his stomach firmly in place as he draws his blade, eyeing the garbage mound carefully. "Just rats...if we are fortunate."

Fort Save, DC12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 71d4 ⇒ 2 Victor makes his way down the stairs and promptly inhales an oversized bug and pukes all over Morvena's back, not once, but twice as he tries to dislodge the bug from his throat. RALPHHHH!

(Sorry about missing the Fort Save)
Fortitude DC12 (with Heroism): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 (+1 vs poison effects?)
Pádraig Henry pukes up what sounds like a prayer to Rovagug.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
"I've been in worse." Issil shrugs.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4
"Oh come on, guys." Issil reaches for her waterskin to help Pádraig and Roger, when Pavanna gets her attention. "What's up?" She reaches for her mace.

Pádraig, nauseated rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Once the nausea wears off of Pádraig and Victor, they're sickened for 1d4 ⇒ 3, er, minutes.

As Pádraig and Victor cough and choke on the disgusting smell down here, the movement Geoffrey and Pavanna becomes much more obvious, and soon, a three-legged freak with a giant mouth and three tentacles on its head emerges. Two more crawl out of the piles of refuse to the north and south.

The first two get the drop on the party, and one lashes out at Geoffrey with its head-tentacles.

Tentacle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 91d4 ⇒ 1

He quickly lifts his leg up and away from the filthy tentacle. The other creature stumbles ahead.

Kn. (Dungeoneering) DC 13 to recall monster lore.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (nauseated 2 rounds), Morvena
Red Creature
Issil, Victor (nauseated 2 rounds), Geoffrey
Blue, Green

K Dungeoneering, DC13: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Victor looks at the creatures and pukes in their direction. Blllurrrggghh

Knowledge (engineering) DC13: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 (Special Attacks, Special Defenses, and Resistances, please.)

Heaving up the half-digested contents of his stomach, Pádraig Henry warns his companions, "These creatures are __________. Their special attacks include __________. And their special defenses include __________. They're resistant to __________."

He backs up the stone steps.

As Pádraig and Victor cough and choke on the disgusting smell down here, the movement Geoffrey and Pavanna becomes much more obvious, and soon, a three-legged freak with a giant mouth and three tentacles on its head emerges. Two more crawl out of the piles of refuse to the north and south.

"I have so many questions." Issil ponders how these monsters got down here without anyone noticing.

With little time to lodge a proper complaint about the vomit covering her back Morvena has no choice but to begin a summoning spell, hoping to keep at least one of these tentacled-freaks busy!

Morv will start casting Summon Monster III~

In between hurling up chunks of his lunch, Pádraig coughs out what he believes is the identity of the monsters: Otyughs, though these look a little smaller than the average Otyugh he'd read about. They have the constrict special attack 1d6, their bites carry disease Filth fever: Bite—injury; save Fortitude DC 12; onset 1d3 days; frequency 1/day; effect 1d3 Dex damage and 1d3 Con damage; cure 2 consecutive saves and they've no special defenses.

The closest otyugh pads towards Geoffrey, and lashes out with tooth and tentacle.
Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Tentacle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d4 ⇒ 4
Tentacle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 191d4 ⇒ 1
Grab?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

The tentacle slams against Geoffrey's armor, only bruising the flesh underneath.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (nauseated 1 round), Morvena
Red Creature
Issil, Victor (nauseated 2 rounds), Geoffrey (-1)
Blue, Green

Issil pulls out her mace. "Vic, out of the way. Go puke over there." Then she looks around But Chad can't tell if these brown things block line of sight or not:

Geoffrey grunts unintelligibly as he proceeds to hack at the otyugh in front of him.

Attack Red.
Bastard sword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17, Slashing damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Victor stumbles back, drawing out his dagger. There's a decided smirk on his face as he keeps puking and moving back TOWARDS Morvena for some reason... This'll be a hoot... blluuugggghh

The otyugh lets out a loud bark as Issil zaps it with her arcane whip. Geoffrey plunges his bastard sword far into another otyugh's tongue. Then the abberations lumber forward, leaving puddles of drool behind their strange alien bodies.

Green vs Geoff, Bite, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 91d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Green vs Geoff, Tentacle, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 = 151d4 ⇒ 4
Green vs Geoff, Tentacle, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 241d4 ⇒ 3
Grab?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Constrict: 1d6 ⇒ 3

The tentacle wraps around Geoffrey's torso, pulling him in. The otyugh's breath on his face is unbearable, but not as unbearable as the pain of his ribs being crushed from constriction.

Blue vs Issil, Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (nauseated 1 round), Morvena & Summon
Red Creature (-12)
Issil, Victor (nauseated 1 round), Geoffrey (-7, grappled)
Blue (10 NL), Green

Issil bats the creature's teeth away. "No biting, buddy."

"Guys! May I suggest a truce? Maybe there's a way to help one another." Pádraig Henry pokes his head around the corner and looks up, vomit dripping from his chin, with an expression equal parts doubtful and hopeful.

"GROOAARRR!"

As Morvena's summoning spell completes, a celestial wolverine appears right behind the Red Otyugh...and gets right to work on trying to tear it to pieces!

Claw vs. Red (Haste): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Claw vs. Red (Haste): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Bite vs. Red (Haste): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Extra Hasted Claw: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Ah...when the two of you are done emptying your stomachs perhaps you could give poor Geoffrey a hand??" Morvena asks, sounding a little worried as she casts another spell...and suddenly everyone feels like they need to go...fast.
______________

Morvena will cast Haste; that should get everyone but herself. Went back and edited Wally Wolverine's post to account for it!

Victor pukes faster and faster. "This... is... supposed... to help... bluuurgggghhh..."

Despite Morvena's summoned buddy's determination, the otyugh is ever deft with its form and tentacles, dodging the claws and teeth.

The red-eyed beast bats at Geoffrey again. -4 Dex gives you an AC of... 18?
Bite vs Grappled, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 171d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Tentacle vs Grappled, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 201d4 ⇒ 2
Tentacle vs Grappled, Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 131d4 ⇒ 2

He's lashed with a tentacle again, and bruised.

Pádraig's last bit of nausea wears off, though the smell that had earlier got to him ever lingers in his mind. And stomach. PH is sickened for 1d4 ⇒ 2 minutes, but is no longer nauseated.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (sickened), Morvena & Wolverine
Red Otyugh (-12)
Issil, Victor (nauseated this round), Geoffrey (-9, grappled)
Blue Otyugh (10 NL), Green Otyugh (grappling)

"Little help here!" Geoffrey grunts as he wriggles his body enough to slash at the disgusting creature.

Attack Green.
Bastard sword, grappled: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16, Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Victor starts to feel his stomach calming down, well, after one more dry heave of course. "Bluurrgg... comin... oooh not again, bluuurrggg." In between bouts of heaves Victor moves through the garbage to try helping Geoff.

Since you already attacked I won't move in to flank range yet so maybe I can shocking grasp next turn, or at least 5' step where needed. Also you forgot you are hasted...

Right, I forgot about the Haste. GM Red: Please add +1 to Geoff's last roll.

Feeling Morvena's magic wash over his body, Geoffrey hacks at the otyugh again...

Bastard sword, grappled, Hasted: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 2 + 1 = 15, Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Little help here!" Geoffrey grunts as he wriggles his body enough to slash at the disgusting creature.

"Sure. I'll just waltz in there." Issil rolls her eyes. She steps up and tries to bash the creature holding Geoffrey. "I can't burn stuff with Logan in the way."

She takes a five foot step before bashing the creature.

Heavy Mace, Haste, Combat Expertise: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Heavy Mace, Haste, Combat Expertise: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Issil's AC is 18 this round due to Combat Expertise.

Pádraig Henry wipes the grime from his chin, steps back into the room, and starts singing, inspiring his friends with a little tune, while trying to appeal to the otyughs to halt the hostilities.
♫Why can't we be friends
The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony
Why can't we be friends...♫
War, Why Can't We Be Friends

Inspire Courage +2

Pádraig isn't up until after this post, so I will assume is IC is for next round.

"Friends? You don't look like the people that normally give us food! So you must be food!" The red otyugh gurgles.

Geoffrey slashes the otyugh grappling him easily, then slashes him again. The abberation barely hangs on, its tentacles nearly sliced off. Issil finishes off the beast, walloping it in the back of the head with her mace. Geoffrey breathes a sigh of relief as the creature's tentacles go limp around him.

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Tentacle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 191d4 ⇒ 4
Grab?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Constrict: 1d6 ⇒ 5

... And now Issil finds herself wrapped up in the not-so-cozy tentacles of the blue Otyugh.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (sickened), Morvena & Wolverine
Red Otyugh (-12)
Issil (-9, grappled), Victor (sickened), Geoffrey (-9)
Blue Otyugh (10 NL, grappling)

"Wait, you guys talk?" Issil is surprised. "Maybe Logan here can talk- say 'bub!'" Issil grins at the celestial wolverine just as an Otyugh wraps itself around her.

"Don't say I didn't try to save you, Geoff! Mmmpf!"

Logan continues merrily (you think, it's hard to tell with a wolverine) attempting to rip Red Otyugh into little tiny pieces...

Claw (Haste, IC): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Claw (Haste, IC): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10

Bite (Haste, IC): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5

Claw (Extra Attack; Haste, IC): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7

"RAWWWRGH!"

"Hah! Good show," Morvena smiles, pleased that her newest summon seems to be finding his stride. She then attempts to fire an acid dart at Blue...

Acid Dart vs. Blue (Ranged Touch; IC, Into Melee): 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 - 4 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Logan dives ahead and digs his claws deep into the otyugh's brain. It shrieks in pain as its last bit of life sprays from the wound.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Pádraig (sickened), Morvena & Wolverine
Issil (-9, grappled), Victor (sickened), Geoffrey (-9)
Blue Otyugh (10 NL, grappling)

With tentacles wrapping around her, Issil decides to go down bashing the thing with her mace.

Heavy Mace, Hasted: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Heavy Mace, Hasted: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Combat Expertise should boost my AC and CMD. That puts it at AC 16 and CMD 15

"We'll lay down our arms, but you have to withdraw!" Geoffrey exclaims, moving to strike down the otyugh wrapping Issil up.

Bastard sword, IC, Hasted: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 17, Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Hasted Bastard sword, IC, Hasted: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 12, Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10

(Issil can add the +2 competence bonus from inspire courage to her attack and damage rolls.)

Victor, finally stopping hurling, holds his turned guts as he makes his way through the outskirts of the battle field thanks to Issil's speed boost. He pulls up across from Geoffrey with a glint in his eye and puke on his chin. "Just die already you gross pile of tentacles."

His dagger flashes in the torchlight.
Mithril Dagger, inspire, flank, sickened, haste: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 + 2 - 2 + 1 = 261d4 + 4 + 2 - 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 - 2 + (3, 3, 3) = 17

Quick Recap: After saving Octavio from the imp and rats nest, he advised it would now be a good idea to locate a permanent hideout in the city: one that didn't involve borrowing space from an actual business, and would be that much more hidden from Thrune's prying eyes. Octavio suggested The Lucky Bones, an old casino in which underground activities were carried out by the Grey Spiders (a guild of thieves and abductors), and so you've traveled there, defeated a strange abberation who wore a key around their neck, and have now descended down a trapdoor only to be attacked by Otyughs!

Issil wallops the creature giving Geoffrey a loving hug with her mace, and then both Geoffrey and Victor stab the tentacled thing to death with their bladed weapons.

Out of combat!

From here, a door exits to the east, but it seems to be locked.

"Well...that was rather unexpected," Morvena sighs. "Are all of you well enough to continue? We will never hear the end of it from Octavio if we return so quickly!"

Victor gags a bit more as the last tenacled menace hits the ground "I'm fine other than that bad batch of wings. Let's look through this cesspool for anything useful while my stomach gets used to this."

Take 20? Let that sickened condition die off and maybe find some loot. 29, 27 with sickened.

"Whew." Issil checks the bruise that thing left her. "Yeah, we should keep going. Geoff, get over here."

CLW, Issil: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
CLW, Geoffrey: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Feeling better? Good. And you two!" Issil snaps at Victor and Pádraig. "Learn to breathe through your nose without smelling anything. It helps fight your gag reflex." She slaps Victor's butt to give him a bit of Guidance. It's a necessary part of the spell.

Holding onto his stomach, Victor picks through the trash and rubble, and finds a silver comb, an iron chalice inlaid with pearls, and a small black sphere that glows with a moderate evocation aura.

Appraise, no tools: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Appraise, no tools: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Victor holds up some treasures and hands them over to Issil and Morv for more magical scrutiny "Check these out. Not bad once you clean 'em up right? 50 gold and 200 gold probably! And some bead thing that screams I'm magic."

After the fun is over and his stomach calms down, he goes over to give the door a thorough searching as they continue on. Take 20 on the door and away we go! 29

Spellcraft (DC 25): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Morvena studies the small bead for a moment before smiling. "Well, well. This is a Bead of Force. An interesting little bauble that will detonate on impact when thrown...and assuming anything survives the initial blast, it will then be trapped in a sphere of force for a short time unless it is very quick," she explains.

"Hey, gimme those." Issil skips through the trash pile and almost snatches the jewelry away from Victor.

Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 4 = 13

"Oh, beautiful." Issil's gaze is fixed on the chalice and the comb. "These would look really good in a collection. Victor seems to be right on the money with those estimates."

She barely glances at the bead. "Pfft, that doesn't match with these."

Victor decides to take his time looking at the door, and it's a good thing, too, because he finds a mechanism that seems to be triggered only if the door was to be picked rather than if a key were used. A needle coated in a sort of clear (and probably poisonous) residue rests deep in the lock, set to be activated should someone get a little too rough with mechanism.

Disable Device DC 25 on it. Unless...