Iron Gods AP with GM Mustache (Inactive)

Game Master Mustachioed

Zeke cast levitate on himself. When Ton'iel falls, as an immediate action, Zeke casts feather fall from his brooch on Ton'iel, Jolga, Garfaulk, Charles, and himself.

Sorry, I'm not getting notifications suddenly. I happened to check in here when I got home.

Anxious about the others but reluctant to pass up a good shot now that the creature has returned to its nest, he quickly charges his arcane gun and draws out a scroll from his pack. He casts coin shot, firing a platinum coin at the creature.

Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 1 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 - 1 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 18 (BAB+Dex-fatigued+enhancement+prayer+inspire courage-Deadly aim)

Platinum coin damage: 1d10 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 14 (CL+enhancement+prayer+inspire courage+Deadly Aim)

Ton drifts slowly to the base of the tower, unable to stop himself falling but equally glad for Zeke's intervention. He reminded himself that the young half drow had helped him out twice in quick succession now.

"F*cking a*shole of a thing...."

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a potion, hoping that it isn't shattered.

Move action to stand, standard to pull out a potion - will drink it next turn

As the creature moves away from him he swings out, hoping to make him angry.

Attack AOO: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (1, 5) + 19 = 25

He watches as Ton is thrown off the tower. "Check on Ton! I'll finish this creature!" He then flies down shouting at the creature.
"Fight me!" Come for me!" Swinging his hammer down from high up.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 2 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 6) + 19 = 27

Jolga snaps at Wulf as he swings at the moving creature.

Bring AoO up to 19 to hit. I have a feeling I might not be on this roof much longer...

Garfaulk grunts, watching Ton go over the edge, but Zeke seemed to have that fall covered. Aiming his shot, he realized the creature may get a swipe at him-but then, with any luck, Jolga could get away "Move yer arse, Jolga!" he shouts between verses, taking sharp aim at the beast, wanting to take it down quick before they were all knocked from above

Crescendo: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 16 Vs Touch AC-1

POW!: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 11 Grit for Damage

The creature is fast, and heavy armored... a brutal combination.

Wulf misses twice; Garfaulk misses! Charles gets a solid blow in (but not a crit), as does the elemental and Zeke.

Charles, when going through the nest to strike the manticore, gets cut on a piece of barbed wire, doing 1d8 ⇒ 6 piercing damage (DC15 reflex for half) If you move at all, you will take the damage again. I am assuming that Wulf is floating in the air above the nest and not getting him.

It focuses on what it deems the biggest threat, Zeke, with his loud and painful magic gun, and lets loose with its bite and claws.

bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 321d8 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
claw: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 322d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3) + 7 = 13

bite confirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 161d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
claw confirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 182d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 = 9

Two confirmed crits....49 damage... Zeke falls to the ground... mortally wounded?

With one housebreaker dealt with, the manticore swipes at Charles...

claw: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 292d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13 He hits for 13 damage.

ROUND 3

Ton'iel -- 9 damage
Charles --13 damage
Zeke --49 damage
Jolga-- 5 damage (Mara- 5)
Garfaulk
Wulf
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ROUND 4
manticore

Zeke is pulverized by the creature's attack, and falls unconscious in a bloody mess.

Constitution check to stabilize, DC 10: 1d20 + 2 - 10 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 10 = 12

Zeke is down, but stable.

charles or sam?: 1d2 ⇒ 1 Charles stays in control.

Heal check to know if Zeke is ok: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

I'm going to assume that he looks ok to me.

Concentrating hard, Jolga keeps trying to slow down the massive creature while stepping somewhere safer.

Move, provoking an AoO. Scorpion is with me increasing my AC by 2 to 22. Hoping to eat the AoO on the movement then cast a spell without an AoO. We'll see how smart the manticore is. I think I had to move through some barbed wire.

Then Jolga casts a spell.

Shadow trap again. DC 17 will save.

CL check for SR: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Currently, scorpion and I are missing 5 hp each.

Ton drinks his healing potion in one swallow.

And then burps.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Wulf bursts into a deep rage. "FIGHT ME!!!" He then moves around the creature. "CHECK ON ZEKE! MOVE BACK!" With his words echoing out, he swings wildly at the manticore.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Damage: 2d6 + 19 ⇒ (1, 3) + 19 = 23

I am flying/floating - These rolls can't come at a better time.

aoo: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 1 + 2 = 22damage: 1d3 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 + 1 + (6, 4, 1) = 22

Garfaulk sees Zeke drop and his eyes flare with determination, aiming point-blank at the monster, whistling between lyrics, trying to get its attention so Jolga can get by unharmed.

if possible,I'm trying to eat the AoO do jolga doesnt have to

Crescendo!: 1d20 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 18

Charles does good damage, and then Garfaulk lines up the shot, and "BAM!" The noise echoes around Scrapwalls rusty metal, but the mighty manticore collapses and... dies!

Putting down the mighty beast, Garfaulk cracks Crescendo open, the b remains of the alchemical cartridge shooting out towards the creature's remains, reloads without looking, and in one swift motion, slings the musket back over his shoulder, the little bauble in the stock spinning until it rested on the dwarven rune for 20r. Grit regained. "heh. Wasn't so tough-aww hell" remembering Zeke was down, Garfailk knelt next to him, drawing on his own power to put some life back into Zeke

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

i know that's not how real muskets load, but in my head that's how Crescendo is built

With the sounds of battle waning, Ton lights up and waits at the base of the tower in a hazy blue cloud of smoke. He wasn't going to climb up there just to climb down again.

Jolga looks over the edge to see if Ton is alright. Seeing the elf standing next to Gumshy, he waves and shouts "We have done it!" Then he steps over to Zeke, drawing out a wand.

CMW wand: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 8) + 3 = 17
CMW wand: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 3 = 9

Then he begins eyeing the body of the manticore. "Hmmm.... this could be extremely useful..."

Can you give me its stats or number of HD? Looking at a regular manticore, I can tell this isn't a normal one.

Wulfs anger still rages in him as he swings down at the creature slamming his hammer into it's chest.

He then spits at the creature and then unsteadily fly's over the edge of the tower looking for Ton, spotting the Elf he shouts down. "It's dead! But Zeke is hurt but don't worry." He then turns as land next to Zeke with a big thump. "Zeke are you ok?" He stays standing over her and Jolga. "He's not dead is he Jolga?"

Zeke coughs and splutters, his white shirt bloody and torn by claw marks. He tries to sit up quickly, a little dizzy and embarrassed to be splayed out on the ground so close to the edge of the tower. He focuses on Wulf with some difficulty and nods in answer to the big man's question. "Thanks, M... Mister Wulf. I think... I think I'll be all right. Has... has the spell expired?" he asks cryptically. "The... feather... fall? If not, we need it to, to jump down..."

Ton looks up and waves vaguely.

"Yeah... good. I'll ah.... secure the area down here."

He continues smoking in peace.

Charles carefully searches the nest. Take 20 for 36

Garfaulk gives a sign of relief when Jolga rouses Zeke, then chuckles, pulling him to his feet. "No idea-but there's an easy way ter test it!" and gives him a gentle shove in the direction of the edge of the tower, but Garfaulk had no intention of hopping down just yet, instead scrounging about in the nest, looking for anything interesting

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Of course NOW I roll one. Would be nice to get that in combat lol *weeps over x4 multiplier*

1d4 ⇒ 21d4 ⇒ 11d4 ⇒ 4 7 damage

1d2 ⇒ 11d2 ⇒ 21d2 ⇒ 1

Charles searches the nest; he is nimble enough to avoid most cuts and scrapes from the metal, but he still takes some damage. He flips back from Sam to Charles in rapid succession, ending on Charles.

Is it worth his insanity? In the nest, Charles finds a small iron coffer that he picks up and grabs before jumping off the edge. Garfaulk jumps down too, as Charles has found all that is worth the time.

The coffer is stuck closed; it is sealed by rust.

HD was 7

When Garfaulk nudges Zeke, he just floats at the edge of the tower ledge. He looks startled but laughs. "I forgot, I'm still levitating. I'll wait here with you to make sure there is no further danger before I go down." He looks below him and makes a leery face, as if he is uncomfortable without any ground beneath his feet.

"Catch your breath Zeke, don't worry now everyone is ok. You did a good job." He taps him on the head. He then watches as Charles picks his way thought the nest. "If we have it all Charles let's get out of here." He then waits for everyone to be done and ships people down as needed but waits for everyone to get down before he flies down.

"Any of you magic types got a cure for rust? Or shall we just break through."

Jolga looks at the creature with a satisfied nod. Yes it is certainly worthy to habe its strength honored... He turns to Wulf "Will you bring its body down to the ground? The skeleton will drag it for me." Then he descends with everyone else.

Strength check on coffer!

Charles hands the coffer to Wulf.

"I'm not sure about this Jolga... Just dont go to crazy. I'll push it off the tower but I dont want anything else to do with it." He then lands on the tower looking over the edge first making sure not to hit anyone with the corpse.

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As he lands on the ground he grabs the box offered to him and with his frustration building at with unable to hit the creature and letting his friends get hurt he attempts to break it open with his hands.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 26

So I posted something a lot bigger than this.. lucky I checked.

Wulf, note that bull's strength from cookies lasts 1 hour so you've still got that +4 enchancement in addition to the +2 size.

Garfaulk looks up as Wulf lobs the corpse of the manticore over the side of the tower edge "What in blazes-aw come on!" and with that, the dwarf dashes off to the side, getting 60ft away before the body hit the ground, not wanting to be there when the impact likely splatters people with gore

The landing impact splatters everyone with gore, except for Garfaulk.

Wulf rips the lid right off the coffer, revealing a treasure worth your troubles...

Looks like I misread some commas in the book, the coffer only contains gold and not all of this stuff, so let's say Charles and Garfaulk collected the coffer and these assorted items while searching the nest.

The coffer contains 250 gold.
There is a MW cold iron dagger.
A magical battleaxe. (spellcraft check)
A silver armband with inset pearls (appraise check)
A ring (spellcraft check)
A technological pistol. (engineering check)

That's a cool scroll!

Jolga hums to himself while helping examine the gear.

I auto-aid the spellcrafts. Guidance on anyone helping with stuff.

Appraise: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
K eng: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23

When the group is done examining the equipment, he turns to the others "Should we examine this dish from afar before resting for the day?"

Appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Zeke floats down after the body lands, a little sickened by the sight. For a little extra insurance, he casts a healing spell on himself and another one on Charles.

Cure light wounds, Zeke: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Cure light wounds, Charles: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He shakes his head to clear it, and casts a disparaging look at the flaming skeleton and the huge corpse. He frowns at Jolga and casts detect magic on the items the group recovered. Then he looks over them quickly to see if he knows what they are.

Spellcraft, axe: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Spellcraft, ring: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

He glances at the pistol out of curiosity more than anything else.

Knowledge Engineering, pistol: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

nice try Jolga, you can't rest after a single battle and its only early afternoon at the best. Do you think this is EASY mode? Also, what scroll are you referring to?

Charles figures that armband is worth about 500 gold.

The battleaxe is of the +1 variety.

The ring remains a mystery.

The pistol, of course is very interesting.... You have to refer to Khonnir Baine's advanced technology tome, but you figure out what the pistol does....

EMP Blaster
Base Item: one handed firearm
Proficient: Exotic (firearm)
Damage: d8 (20/x2), electricity
Battery Capacity: 10
Battery Usage: 1 per shot
Ranged increment: 50 feet
Note: Special abilities affecting Arc Pistols also affect the EMP blaster (i.e. gunslinger's weapon training)

Only does damage to robots, androids, or those with cybernetic implants, or anything else with circuitry.

When a EMP blaster damages a target it interferes in circuitry and temporarily reduces its defense (reduces the target's hardness equal to the damage dealt.) Any damage dealt higher than the hardness directly reduces HP.

The reduction remains in effect until the end of next players turn.

(This takes coordination to properly use, of course).

Ooops... Got confused while posting: "A mammoth tusk scrimshaw from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords with several spells carved on its surface. The tusk weighs 20 pounds and functions as a magic scroll containing the spells bull’s strength, ice storm, and phantom steed." That was in another game which is right above this one on my page. But the appraise and K eng were intended for here.

I wasn't planning to rest just yet. Want to scout out the dish first. :) Good chance we have to fight something on the way there anyhow.

Garfaulk whistled at the pistol, marveling at it and what it could do "Now tha's a weapon fer Ton if I ever saw one-help ya get yer revenge on Trett, eh?" It was fancy, though a bit too fancy for his tastes. He liked rougher guns. The ring had his curiosity as well, giving it a lookover, though he had no idea what it did.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Peering over at the rifle they found earlier, Zeke wonders what it does.

Knowledge Engineering: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Garfaulk whistled at the pistol, marveling at it and what it could do "Now tha's a weapon fer Ton if I ever saw one-help ya get yer revenge on Trett, eh?" It was fancy, though a bit too fancy for his tastes. He liked rougher guns. The ring had his curiosity as well, giving it a lookover, though he had no idea what it did.

"Ton's not the only one with a score to settle with Trett. This dagger thirsts for whatever he has for blood."

Somewhere, deep inside Charles, Sam thinks Damn right!

Looks like you did figure out the timeworn laser rifle because it is in the technopedia, but no one added it to the loot sheet so I did just now. Make sure you current finds are on there too.

Laser Rifle
Type: two-handed firearm
Proficient: Exotic (firearm)
Damage: 2d6 (20/x2), fire damage
Battery Capacity: Holds 20 charges (2 batteries worth)
Battery Usage: 1 per shot
Ranged increment: 150 feet
Special: Can be set on automatic mode or cone mode (or just single shot mode). Each special mode costs 10 charges to fire, either a straight line or a 30 foot cone. Roll to hit each target. Iterative attacks are acceptable. Cover rules apply.
When set on either of these modes, each attack roll takes a –2 penalty to account for recoil, and its attack damage cannot be modified by precision damage or damage-increasing feats such as Vital Strike or Deadly Aim. Effects that grant concealment, such as fog or smoke, or the blur, invisibility, or mirror image spells, do not foil the line and cone attack. If any of the attack rolls threaten a critical hit, confirm the critical for that attack roll alone.
Otherwise, same description as a laser pistol.

A sly grin spreads across Ton's face.

"Damages robots eh? That's damned useful. Those metal bastards are tough nuts to crack. If you don't mind, I'll find a home for that on my other hip."

Ton really struggles against hardness, this pistol is a godsend. If no one objects of course.

Spellcraft ring: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Ton glances at the ring but is too preoccupied with the smooth lines of the EMP pistol to pay much attention.

"Think any of that will be good for me?" He looks over the loot.

Then turning to Charles he grimaces. "We all have something to pay Trett back for. Don't worry Charles, I won't stop till he's dead at the end of my hammer." He holds his hammer up. "After this dish is down we really need to start thinking of a way to lock that Frekk down."

"Good luck ending him before me. He killed my brother, who lives in my damn head now. No offense Samuel."

Ton looks up from the EMP pistol.

"50 gold says I kill the son of a b*tch." the elf says, one eyebrow cocked wickedly.

It may be in poor taste, but he was a gambler through and through.

It doesnt occur to him in the moment that it is this level of insensitivity that cost him his family

"Make it 100 and I'm in."

"Done."