Heralding the Coming of the Age of Worms (Inactive)

Game Master Fanguar

These are the enemy. Lucid says, stating the obvious. Focus Fire and take them down.

Oh good. That's the answer I wanted. Keep 'em off me! Gavie begins a slow, rumbling chant in a suddenly deep voice, and electricity begins to crackle around her hands.

Casting Call Lightning (1 round casting time).

Issac jumps into action. He steps up to the injured man and unleashes a flurry of blows.

Flurry of Blows #1, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 2 = 24
Flurry of Blows #2, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21
Flurry of Blows #3, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 2 = 18

Unarmed Damage #1, str mod: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Unarmed Damage #2, str mod: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Unarmed Damage #3, str mod: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Total Damage is 19

IQ's current AC is 19 without his gear.

Sorry Markus, forgot you asked a question. Added the sphere to the map. I don't see why you wouldn't be able to trip.
Also paging Sverrir.

Sorry gang - have had flu all week and didn't realise I was off the beat. By my reckoning Sver took 59 damage on 3 attacks - less 9 from his DR? So 50 total taken... ouch!

Reeling from the onslaught of attacks, Sverrir growls and draws upon his inner reserves (Activate Godless Healing for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 healing)

The wounded dwur slams a fist into the burning foe...

Melee: Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 4 - 2 = 12
Power Attack Fist (NL): 1d3 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

... and follows with a headbutt:

Melee: Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 4 - 2 = 12
Power Attack Nut (NL): 1d3 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 = 11

I moves Issac up into combat.

On Lucid's turn he rolls the flaming sphere onto an enemy (original target, if he is still up. And then he launches a barrage of magic missiles to either try to finish the most wounded, or if he is down, to would the other combatant.

Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 1) = 5 DC 17 Reflex Save

Magic Missiles: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 2) + 4 = 13

Unarmed, Markus moves forward attempting to trip the nearest for!

trip attempt, improved trip +2, maneuver mastery +2, no sash: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Lucid, would you please move me between the other two... Thanks! It's going down, I'm yelling timber!

I don't think my round for casting Call Lightning is up yet; they'll need to have a chance to try to interrupt if they're going to.

I moved you up to the first combatant Markus. "Between the other two" did not make sense to me based on the map.

Cool. That's what I meant... Between Sverrir and Isaac.

Fun fact: If you perform a disarm combat maneuver with empty hands, you can take the weapon out of an opponent's hand and use it for your own.

AoO on Sverrir: 1d20 + 13 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 3 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 6 = 16

Ref: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

The wounded man manages to dodge the flaming sphere, but Markus catches him with his attention elsewhere and tosses him to the floor.

Ref: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Trying to regain his feet, he is unable to avoid the giant ball of fire 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 1) = 13 and he cooks. Writhing in the flames, his skin and clothes seem to melt and lose definition

The remaining man continues to attack Sverrir:

AoO on Sverrir: 1d20 + 13 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 3 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 6 = 18

AoO on Sverrir: 1d20 + 8 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 3 = 15

Everyone is up. For the future, is roll20.net preferable for people for maps?

I actually prefer Google Maps - I'm often checking either from work or my phone, and Google Maps is easier on both of those. But roll20 is fine if anyone else prefers it.

With a flourish, Gavie finishes her incantation; the halo of electricity around her hands suddenly begins snapping and writhing like a thing alive. With a flick of a finger, the electric beast charges for its prey, St. Elmo's fire dancing in its wake.

Calling a lightning bolt for 3d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 5) = 9 damage on the remaining man, DC17 Reflex save for half.

Completely indifferent on the maps front - my crap inter webs means I'm likely to take an age to access regardless of where they are situated...

Sverrir reels under the hacking attacks of the men (5ft Step), his toughness absorbing some of the vicious damage;

Attack 1: 16-3 = 13 damage & Attack 2: 18-3 = 15

In desperation the stone cold sober dwur grabs for his opponents blade, attempting to disarm him: (cough)

Disarm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Did Lucid's missiles impact somewhere?
On his next turn the little wizard rolls the sphere onto the last enemy and missiles him as well. Reflex DC 17 or Flaming Sphere: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 4) = 11
Magic Missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 3) + 4 = 12

Flurry of Blows #1, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10
Flurry of Blows #2, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10
Flurry of Blows #3, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 2 = 20

Unarmed Damage #3, str mod: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Issac throws a flurry of blows at his target, missing on the first two swings but connecting on the third.

Skipping Markus
@Ludic: Ya it hit the one that ended up dead.
Ref lightning DC17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Full damage
AoO: 1d20 + 13 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 13 - 3 = 17miss
Ref fire DC17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19no damage

Magic and fists land mighty blows and Sverrir nimbly plucks the man's sword from his hand.

The fighter steps away from the fire and tries to get his sword back:

Disarm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 but fails. Sverrir gets an extra AoO on his turn.

Everyone is up

Lucid rolls the fire back onto the creature but holds his standard action to see if he needs to cast another spell.

Want another taste? Gavie gives another flick of her wrist, and another bolt of lightning arcs toward the man.

Another bolt for 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1) = 10 damage, DC17 Reflex save for half.

Issac launches another flurry of blows on the remaining man.
Flurry of Blows #1, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 = 25
Flurry of Blows #2, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11
Flurry of Blows #3, BAB, str mod: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

Issac's first punch finds its mark but the remaining two punches miss.
Unarmed Damage #1, str mod: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Sverrir throws a hard grin at his opponent;

"My turn scum!"

before chopping at the man with the stolen sword;

Melee: (Longsword): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Melee: (Longsword): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

His first two thrusts with the usual (for him) weapon falls short of the mark, so he aims a hacking chop at the man which finds the his foe:

Melee: Attack of Opportunity (Longsword): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Markus, pleased with his success... Tries to trip the remaining assailant.

trip attempt, improved trip +2, maneuver mastery +2, no sash, flank: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 2 = 26

Lucid continues to delay, waiting to see if he needs to act or if the thing that looks like a man will fall.

Ref save dc17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 Fire: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) = 8
Ref save dc17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 5 damage

Lucid doesn't need another spell, as between the current magic and attacks, the man falls. He too begins to lose definition in death. He and his companion appear to be be grey skinned, mostly featureless creatures Yes doppelgangers

There is the door back towards the exit and the double doors to the north. You have not seen anyone go through the double doors since you arrived.

#Loot: 2x +1 longswords, 2x mwk studded leather

Take a moment to arm and armor yourselves gentlemen. Lucid says to Markus and Sverrir. And if any of you can perform any healing I believe Sverrir could use it. he says addressing the others in the room. We have been tricked. I say we go find our gear and bring the fight to these skin changers!

Arm yourselves. While you do that, I've still got one trick up my sleeve - they didn't think to grab my boots. Gavie stomps a surprisingly heavy-soled boot on the ground, and illusionary plant roots wrap themselves over her feet and snake their way up her body. She blows a kiss to Sverrir, and a tongue of flame shoots from her hand, coming to rest over his heart.

His wounds begin to knit themselves together; as his wounds heal, they reappear on Gavie's skin, and she suddenly sags and moans in pain. But the roots from the ground beneath her feet begin to entwine themselves over the gashes, pulling their edges together and repairing the damage. After some time, she stands straight again. It's done with. I'm all right, and your friend should be too.

Life Link with Sverrir, Boots of the Earth activated. He heals to 70/73 in 8 rounds and I recover completely in 40 rounds (4 minutes).

Sverrir stands somewhat dumbfounded at the effects of the healing magicks.

He flashes a hard smile to the colourful gnome;

"Mynn thanks... I'm a godless heathen, but whatever... wherever that power comes from I am grateful..."

The dwur turns his stolen longsword over examining the workmanship;

"Not mynn dwurvinn mattock but it'll do... Just need a dram and all is well..."

Sverrir points his blade tip toward where their former companion's body lies;

"We should take him with us nei? Give him back to his ancestors..."

Lucid nods, shifts into the cell, lifts the elven body heavily over his shoulder and shifts back out. dropping the heavy load with as much grace as he can manage he says That would not have worked if he were alive. Its like his body is now only an object. His face is grim. Now lets go get the bastards responsible for his death.

Issac says to his new companions, "I would suggest that we stow these grey bodies in one of cells. We may need to show someone as evidence that these people have been infiltrated. I do not think that everyone are these creatures, but we must caution ourselves, anyone can be a suspect."

Issac picks up a long sword and hands it over to Markus.

Issac's right fist comes to his left palm as though he is punching it. "No weapons for me except my out fists and feet. I too would like to get my items."

Which way.?

I'd like my stuff too. - it just doesn't feel right not to have all my supplies with me. And then I'd like to get outside as quick as we can. I...got separated from someone, and I'd like to meet back up with her. Gavie looks worriedly out of the tiny, closely-barred window. Come on. Let's try these doors up here. She begins walking toward the double doors to the north, then looks back at Sverrir. I'm sorry about your friend - can you carry him? I'm afraid I won't be able to help much in that regard.

Perhaps the way we came in for now. Maybe our possessions are that way. But I do not want to go all the way outside yet.

Sverrir nods solemnly and shoulders his former comrades corpse;

"Well raise a glass to ye longears!"

With his jaw set hard, the dwur marches toward whence they came.

What happened to the Elfess?

@Markus: SHe is still there. She is huddled up in one of the corners of her cell. She doesn't trust that you're really people. You can deal with her now, later, or never.

Pokng your head into the adjacent hallway, you see that a pile of gear has been tossed on a table. All your gear is there, plus a periapt of health, a bag of holding (type I) containing 850 gp worth of coin and finely embroidered cloak (200gp)

I'll find us a new divine caster

Lucid passes out everyone else gear before he equips himself. Noting the extra items he casts Detect Magic and studies each. He is pleased to find the coin in the bag of holding. We can always use more coin. Now lets take the fight to these shifters.

Spellcraft Periapt: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Spellcraft bag: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

This necklace makes its wearer immune to disease. And this bag holds more than it appears to, although was was not able to specifically identify all if its magic.

Who should we are this periapt? I may have the worst fort save, but I try to stay out of melee.

Issac looks over his equipment and then places them on; bracers are placed on this, necklace around his neck and under his tunic. Last but not least he puts on his backpack. He has very little to get ready so he spends his time on guard duty while his new companions are getting prepared.

Found us replacement player. Don't know how I'll do the switch, but I'm sure it will be inelegant
As for the periapt, probably Markus, since Issac is already immune to disease and Sverrir has solid fort saves.

Sverrir sets his fallen comrade down gently, then proceeds to gear up.

Once readied he takes out his flask, shooting a deep nip with a satisfied grimace;

"Sleep easy lad. I've got ye... I say wrap him in that fine cloak..."

Going to assume that you aren't going to just leave this place without poking around.

After checking your back trail and not finding anything of note, you open up the double doors leading out of the jail cells We'll just say you escort the elf captive out. She tearfully thanks you for rescuing her, before darting out into the streets.

Much of the floor of the ruined chamber beyond has given way, revealing a large stagnant pool of water below. Rusted spears and broken swords break the surface of this pool throughout the room A framework of soggy timbers that might have once supported the floor still stands, stretching out across the void.

The far wall of the room appears to have once contained doors for accepting river cargo, but these have been boarded up. The room curves around to the right, out of your sight.

The boards are slippery, you can only move on them at half speed each move action required a DC12 acrobatics check. You are also considered flat-footed while on the planks unless you have 5 or more ranks of acrobatics.. Map updated.

I am light. I can walk out first.

Lucid first casts his dancing lights and sends them to explore the area as he looks around the room and into the water.. Then he slowly ventures out onto the wet boards.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Edit: Stellar rolls. lol

Allowing his smaller, lighter companion to initiate the scouting, Sverrir stands back not attempting to test the sodden timber, scrutinising the room with his keen vision and a throwing maul-axe readied in his hand;

"Step light freinn Lucid. I have your back..."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Aerin passed the half lying the end of a length of rope before he ventured out onto the slippery boards. The other end of the rope was given to the dwarf.

"Let's not leave anyone without a lifeline." he said to the dwarf as he added his own sharp eyes to their scanning.

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

"So, now that we're in relative safety, someone want to fill me in on why I got tossed in jail with you folks? What's going on?"

@Aerin: "Markus" tried to murder the innkeeper and the guards just rounded up everyone as suspects and witnesses.

Lucid inches out along the boards. Besides their slickness, they seem sound enough. You see that around to the right of the room, there is a door that leads into another part of the building.

Issac goes on the slippery boards as well in order to provide any assistance as he is not encumbered; just wearing the robes and his Handy Haversack.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Lucid continues quietly along the slippery timers, his eye on the land and door ahead.

Acrobatics:: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Sverrir wraps the offered rope around his meaty forearm with a nod.

He plans to go last, fearing most likely he will trigger the timbers end.

I'm hoping I did not waste those fine rolls made.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

With sure footing the monk makes his way to Lucid. Issac whispers to Lucid, "I do not think that you should put yourself in harm's way."

Let me know what you need, lads.

He takes it slow.

Totally wasted those rolls.

Attack1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Attack2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Confirm?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Crit: 4d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 1) + 8 = 20 DC12 Acrobatics check to not fall off

As Sverrir brings up the rear, he takes an immense blow. Everyone sees Sverrir stagger and cry out, but that is it.

Combat
25 Lucid
14 Baddies
14 Issac
7 Aerin
6 Markus
6 Sverrir

Lucid is up.

Sver! What gives?!

Markus has his weapon ready, searching for an enemy.