JZ's Reign of Winter (The Frozen Stars) (Inactive)

Game Master JamZilla

Ok I got mixed up what one I was attacking.

Greyston's a drunk now, so that kind of mix up makes sense =)
Real talk though: I don't see Shatha on the map any longer. Shatha's still alive, yeah?

After reeling from a devastating blow to his chest, Corrleon borrows some of Apsu's grace for himself before skirting out of reach of the glaive-wielding dragonkin beside him. As he darts around the field, he looks for the safest route to get to Shatha's side.

Lay on Hands (no mercies, self): 5d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6, 1, 5) = 18

Full Round: Withdraw action, double move to get adjacent to Shatha!

Will save blue dragonkin: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Success

Shatha is the dragonkin with a cross on her furthest left on the map. She is unconscious and bleeding out.

I'll colour the crosses on the dead enemies red to dinstinguish

Elleros to act

Cool. I updated my placement on the map and added a line to show the route taken.

hp:95/136

Drawing out a small pearl from his components pouch he activates the power stored within it, within his memory palace one of the crystal orbs that contain his arcane power suddenly blazes to life and utilising the surge of energy he u leashes a spell.

Magia Vis, Potestas ictus

He watches as the orbs of force streak toward the blue dragonkin and slam into it.

magic missile: 5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 1, 1) + 5 = 15

also moving toward Lucrezzia

Round 2 - Enemy

1d3 ⇒ 1 Sapphire

Flyby attack: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 16 - 3 = 33 Hit
Flyby attack: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 16 - 3 = 27 Confirmed
Damage: 4d8 + 36 ⇒ (2, 8, 6, 6) + 36 = 58

The white dragonkin swoops toward Sapphire and slashes her horribly across the chest, opening a massive wound and spraying blood in a massive gout across the snow.

Flyby attack, Elleros: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (13) + 16 - 3 = 26 Hit
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (7, 4) + 9 + 9 = 29

Similarly, the blue dragonkin cuts Elleros badly as it steaks past.

Dragonkin both 40 ft up in their new positions

Round 2 - Heroes

Pulling his bow free, Corrleon kneels down beside Shatha and releases a flash of Apsu's healing grace.

Lay on Hands (no mercies): 5d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 6, 3) = 20

The dragon kin hits him like a sledge hammer and he cries out in pain as he is driven to his knees by the blow, clutching at the ragged wound in his side he hisses in pain as he fights to stay focused.
Turning his gaze upon the dragon kin that attacked him he draws upon his last reserves of power and raising his hand he weaves one of his last spells, boosting its power as much as he dare.

Calor,ardescit,ignis
Calling out the words of power his hand suddenly glows a bright fiery orange as he hurls bolt after bolt of fire at the dragon .

scorching ray: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
dam: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 4) = 17

scorching ray: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
dam: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 5, 6) = 15

scorching ray: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
dam: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 2, 3) = 14

Hp 23/52

Corum continues to hack at the downed dragonkin, in his savage fury he shows no mercy.

1d20 + 23 ⇒ (1) + 23 = 24

Dam 1d10 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25

1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

Dam 1d10 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25

Body soaked in red, Sapphire's lifeblood spatters to the ground, adding more crimson to the already heavily stained snow.

Trusting her armor to hold her flesh together for now, she soars upwards towards the white dragonkin with vengeance on her mind, determined to end the threat.

Flying charge upwards, swift for arcane strike

Black blade: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 1 + 2 = 28
magic/slashing/fire: 1d8 + 9 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 2 + (1) = 17

AC 22, HP 25/83, arcane pool: 3/6, blade pool: 1/3, blade enhancement: 8/10 rounds remaining (+4 flaming, keen), flight 8/10 mins remaining, fly 8/10 rounds remaining

Elleros blasts the Blue Dragonkin in response, hurling streaks of fire that blacken it's skin but these tough soldiers of the enemy army withstand.

Corrleon heals Shatha and her eyes flicker open tentatively.

Meanwhile, despite her grievous wound, Sapphire bravely throws herself back into the fray.

AOO, Sapphire: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 16 - 3 = 19

Lucrezzia and Greyston to act this round

Drink helps everything

Greyston again rushes forward in the snow, his heart pumping and lungs burning. He stands under the dragon and lobs a bomb directly above him.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (9) + 16 - 3 = 22
Attack: 5d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3, 4, 4, 4) + 9 = 29

Round 3 - Enemy

Flyby attack, greyston: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (3) + 16 - 3 = 16 Miss

Flyby attack, Sapphire: 1d20 + 16 - 3 ⇒ (9) + 16 - 3 = 22 Hit
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 9 ⇒ (7, 6) + 9 + 9 = 31

The remaining dragonkin slash wickedly out again with their massive glaives. One whistles past Greyston's head but Sapphire takes another brutal hit. Feeling consciousness slip away from her, Sapphire drifts down to the cold ground as her Fly spell takes effect.

Sapphire is down

Round 3 - Heroes

Map updated

Sapphire! We have to help her now Elleross shouts out urgently as he sees her bloodied body drifting down to the ground, hurrying to her side he preys she still lives.

moving to Sapphire, if possible j I want to stand over her in the same square, if she gets attacked again I will cast emergency force sphere which should then cover us both

Corum shouts a challenge and stands ready to strike the dragonkin should they charge him.

"Cowards! Come stand toe to toe with me and die!"

ready action to attack anything that comes within range.

Lucrezzia still has a round 2 action that hasn't been taken, I can save Sapphire right now on my turn, but doing so would also heal any of the badguys within 30 feet of me as well. I'd like to hold off on posting anything until Lucrezzia resolves her Turns 2 & 3.

Greyston ducks just in time to dodge the dragons ferocious attack but turns as he hears her screams, Sapphire cut down her body slowly drifts to the ground and his heart sinks.

Not her... Not her! He screams in rage as he dashes towards her in the snow, his muscles burning and lungs on fire all forgotten as he skids on his knees down to her bloodied body.

"Don't you leave me! You were the strongest you couldn't be hurt!" He pulls at her fur coat examining her wounds as he throws off his satchel and mixes up a potion.

Heal: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (13) + 21 = 34

This is where I have a question. Can I tell she is still alive? I would cast breath of life if not, or cure serious if I knew she was just knocked out - I have high heal so would a quick check let me know?

Yeah you can tell she is still alive but badly injured

That's fine Corrleon, I will post for her later if we haven't heard.

HP -6/83 goes to 28/83 after Greyston's kind intervention :)

Sapphire sits up and takes ina a massive breath of air, eyes fluttering. She seems to snap back to realising where she is, spares a tired smile for Greyston and mouths 'thanks', before shoving herself upright and scanning the battlefield ready to leap back in to the fray.

That was a heal check, Sapphire, not a potion. =P

For round two, Lucrezzia would have channeled from where she is, close enough to hit Sapphire and everyone else, too... excluding the two DK turds, of course.

Channel Pos: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 3, 4) = 19

Round three...

Cure Serious: 3d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 8, 8) + 10 = 32 Is my potion :P

Lucrezzia if that was your round 2 action you still have one to take now, as does Corrleon

Round 3

Lucrezzia faces the blue dragonkin and chants a spell, summoning enough starlight to hopefully daze the beast.

Wandering Star Motes DC 20 Will or be dazed. Must continue saving each round until successful. If it saves, the motes jump to the next enemy within 30'

Corrleon nods to Shatha, "Your fight's not done yet. Not while I'm here, at least." He then looks up and seeing that Greyston and Lucrezzia are able to attend to Sapphire, he pulls his bow and calls out, "Daxionnen Apsulanti!" A bolt of white flashes down from the sky above, limning him in a soft, white glow. Empowered once more by his faith in Apsu, he draws a pair of arrows and lets fly at the dragonkin that had cut Sapphire down a moment before.

Longbow: 1d20 + 15 - 7 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 15 - 7 + 5 = 25 for: 1d8 + 7 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 16 = 26
Longbow: 1d20 + 10 - 7 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 10 - 7 + 5 = 24 for: 1d8 + 7 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 8 = 20

Swift: Smite evil
Full: full attack

The arrows fired from Corrleon's bow hammer home. The blue dragonkin is thrown against the tower wall and then crumples down into a heap at the base.

Will save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Success

Round 4 - Enemy

White dragonkin breath weapon: 9d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 3, 4, 2, 1, 4, 3) = 25

Elleros: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Fail
Lucrezzia: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 Fail
Greyston: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Success

The dragonkin swoops down toward three of the heroes and blasts them with frigid air that almost freezes Elleros to the spot.

Round 4 - Heroes

The light surrounding Corrleon wicks away and fades as the blue dragonkin falls. He sighs with exertion, his shoulders heaving as he offers Shatha a small smirk. Banishing his fatigue with a shake of his head, he turns his attention and trains his bow on the remaining white dragonkin.

Longbow: 1d20 + 15 - 7 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 7 = 24 for: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Longbow: 1d20 + 10 - 7 ⇒ (10) + 10 - 7 = 13 for: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Standing protectively over Sapphire Elleross breathes a sigh of relief as Greyston and Lucrezzia rush to her aid.
As the young alchemist brings her back from the brink he smiles and claps him on the shoulder
you saved her my friend now we need to deal with this damn oversized lizard! he jokes and then the massive blast of freezing cold burns through him as he is engulfed by the creatures icy breath.

g~& d%~mned son of a b$#!@! he curses violently as he cries out in pain and turning he hurls two streams of fire toward the dragon kin

bring it down!

scorching ray: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
dam: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 5, 2) = 11

scorching ray: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
dam: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 6, 3) = 15

Hp 17/52

So, let me get this straight... of all the things I have tried, only one failed save this entire defense (one of the Hydras failed against the Flamestrike...

Using the last of her channeling, Lucrezzia heals the party once more.

Channel Pos: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 1, 1) = 10

With the Beacon of Hope that we are all under, do Elleros or I make that save? Ell gets a 15 and I get a 16. Also, add +2 to Elleros' To Hit with the Scorching Ray

is that blue dragonkin dead? If not Forum is gonna go and make sure it is...

Yeah there is only one left Corum which is the white one 20 feet up.

Save or incapacitate spells are very frustrating Lucrezzia I agree and sadly no those are still failed saves, these things are pretty tough.

Greyston lets out a deep sigh as Sapphire opens her eye's, but has no time for anything else as the dragon strafes them again. Spotting it he pulls his cloak up and coving himself from the brunt of the blast.

Shaking off the ice he can see how frail Elleross is looking. But looks up at the dragon and knows he can hurt this one, shaking up his bomb he hurls it and watches it spin.

Bomb: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24 Dc 19 for entablged
Attack: 5d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 6, 6) + 9 = 28

hp - 60/73

Reflex save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 Fail
Fall damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

The bomb erupts around the dragonkin in a flash and covers the creature in sticky goo that tangles it's wings and brings it crashing down!

Dragonkin is prone and entangled

oops! HP 13/83 after Lucrezzia's intervention, thank you! :p

Sapphire charges the entangled dragonkin

swift for arcane strike

Black blade: 1d20 + 15 + 1 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 26
magic/slashing/fire: 1d8 + 9 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 + (1) = 18

AC 22, HP 13/83, arcane pool: 3/6, blade pool: 1/3, blade enhancement: 8/10 rounds remaining (+4 flaming, keen)

Corum watches it drop and as the dragonkin hits the floor he sprints across the courtyard and brings his sword down on it's head with terrible force.

Pa rage charge 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (18) + 25 = 43

Dam 1d10 + 22 ⇒ (10) + 22 = 32

Combat Over

Sapphire picks herself up from the bloody snow and throws herself into the fray once again. This time, with the dragonkin grounded and stricken before her, she plunges her black blade into it's chest and feels the revelry of the enchanted blade as it pierces the thing's heart.

In a final effort to repel the Drakelands attackers, the Dragon Legion commander takes to the air astride his gold dragonkin. Commander Pharamol and Amerenth attempt to rally the scattered and exhausted Dragon Legion aerial troops, exhorting them to reform and sweep through the equally tired Drakelanders.

The defenders respond and even Shatha, already so severely wounded, pulls herself back into the air and can be seen among the Drakelands blasting with her breath weapon and slashing with her glaive.

Another siege tower rumbles up, a last desperate attempt to gain a foothold on Spurhorn's walls and with the defenders wounded and tired, it has every chance to succeed. Slowly, almost inevitably, it wheels to the wall and the ramp even begins to descend. That is, until Zusk and Herjan come hurtling out of the clouds like a black comet falling to ground. Drenched from head to toe and from horn to tail in blood, arrows, cuts, spear holes and any number of other wounds crisscrossing their bodies, the pair roar in unison.

Thy smash into the side of the tower in a suicidal collision course, sending it rocking and reeling - even am small amount as the weight shifts and an axle breaks and suddenly the whole thing is coming toppling down atop the hydra that pushed it there.

With a roar of approval the men and women on the walls surge forward for a last time.

Pharamol swoops down screaming;

For Spurhorn! For the Accord!

As one the wall defenders press forward against the attackers who had scaled the towers and cut and blast their way through them in a bloody ballet.

After long, long hours of brutal warfare, the siege of Spurhorn is broken and the remaining defenders flee back to their camp, others simply fly into the distance and more still try to scale the canyon walls, escaping a place and a battle destined to go down in legend.

Congratulations, you have made a significant contribution to the defence of Spurhorn and won a Resounding Victory.

As the dragonkin falls to the combined efforts of Greyston and Sapphire, Corrleon exhales deeply and lets the foot of his bow drop to the stone. Leaning on his weapon briefly as a staff, he looks up at Shatha cutting through the sky and smiles softly despite his obvious exhaustion. At Pharamol's shout, Corrleon lifts his voice in echoed support, "For Spurhorn! For the Accord!"

Once the group is clustered together and far enough away from any downed foes, Corrleon releases the last vestiges of grace granted to him. White light limns him once more, like long drops of water falling upward off his body before it vanishes in two distinct blooms of pearlescent warmth.

Channel: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 3, 5) = 21
Channel: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 6, 6, 2) = 25

As the last lingering motes of light fade, he smiles proudly. "My power is extinguished, at least for today. But many of the Legion yet stand who otherwise would have fallen were it not for your efforts, my friends. The day is won, thank Apsu. And that is in no small way because of each of you."

Grey and exhausted, Elleross feels little elation at their victory, he is just glad it is over.
He cannot recall ever feeling so drained, so tired and so sore.

I can't believe it is finally over he says wearily , numb from all the fighting he looks out at the piles of the dead and dying and he cannot help but feel a great sadness at the futility of war you did your people proud Corrleon. he says softly as he limps heavily away from the battlements.
now I suggest we seek out the commander, we have an eagle to see he says, despite his pain and fatigue he could feel the curse pulling at him.

At that moment Pharamol lands beside you and dismounts.

Good work. he says quickly in draconic. Damned good work. We've had our losses but theirs are far greater.

Their will is bent but I mean to see it broken! he says fiercely. General Malisinder is still out there trying to stop a full scale desertion. While she is camped out there the siege holds, even tenuously.

He clenches a mailed fist and says;

Help me finish her. You will have the eagle and anything else I can provide.

With their skirmish in the courtyard brought to a bloody conclusion Corum rushes to the wall to bolster the defences. He guys and thrustsbwith wild abandon; leaving a line of dead and maimed soldiers in his wake. At one point the press of bodies is too tight for swords to be swung and he chokes the man before him to death.

He roars in triumph as the attack breaks and the defenders finally clear the walls.

Bleeding from a dozen cuts he finds the others and claps them all on the back. "bloody good fight that!"

He can see Elleross is tired and moves to help him sit as the Commander lands.

He waits for his words to be translated and smiles.
"What I said at the start. Cut off the head of the snake. I'm in. You have my sword Commander."

Sapphire I think you missed my heal on you for 32 also.

Greyston just slumps to the floor and then lays facing up looking up into the sky. Cry and shouts of battle still going off in the distance but he just needs to rest, his head still spinning from the alcohol and exhaustion.

He lays there and listens as the commander asks them to help him yet again, closing his eyes he doesn't put up a fight whatever the other decides he will go but he doesn't have it in him to even speak.

Elleross looks at the commander with flat tired eyes and shakes his head
if you mean to strike at her today then I wish you the best of luck, I have exhausted my powers and will not be accompanying you he says wearily if you can wait until tomorrow then I will be able to help you

By tomorrow she may have mustered whatever forces she has left and maintain a hold on the siege. In days to follow she could call for reinforcements. the Commander shakes his head.

We are all injured, exhausted and low on resources. But still, we fly within the hour. I hope to use what I have left of the Dragon Legion to harry her troops as they flee and give you the diversion you need to head straight for her camp and finish her. he adds as he lays out his plan.

Corum looks at Elleross with sympathy. The elderly man is all but spent. He says "It's ok Ellri. War is a young man's game. You've done more than your share. You all hsve but I'll take the burden for you. I am still fresh and ready to take the fight to them."

He turns to the Commander. "Strike while the iron is hot. I need healing potions just in case and someone to carry me though. I can't fly like them." He nods toward the dragonkin.

I'll carry you. Shatha says, the dragonkin you just saved. She still limps slightly and one of her wings is folded awkwardly behind her back. I'll still bloody well fly out of here. she adds defiantly.

Corrleon nods to Elleross in understanding, "My power too is spent. But if you wish to accompany your brash and bloodthirsty companion, I will stay near you. If you can, take this time to ready any scrolls or other tools you might have or be able to acquire." His next words are offered to the group as a whole, and are heavy with weight and warning. "Malisinder is not to be trifled with though. She is a fearsome warrior and earned well her position within Yrax's horde. Take her lightly at your peril."

You have any juice left for heals and such, Lucrezzia? If we wind up needing any in this upcoming kerfluffle, I'm plumb out.