Kingmaker [PbP] (Inactive)

Game Master Jeff Przybylo

Holding at the end of Sarenith 4707 for people to catch up.

30 Sarenith 4707

"Sounds like a great idea, maybe we all go to the temple in the forest, it is less than a day's ride."

26 Desna 4707

Edric stands there agape as Magna flees from their conversation. What happened?

This will be further addressed once Vosil responds on 25 Sarenrith

Edric spends much time over the next few days trying to find Magna, once he does so he makes a point of spending time near her, just doing tasks that happen to be nearby. After a couple of days, when she stops trying to actively avoid him he approaches, cautiously, with hands empty and in view.

"Magna, I just wanted to apologise for how our conversation ended. I had no intention of upsetting you and I'm very sorry that I did." Pausing for a moment Edric waits for a reaction, not receiving one he goes on. "I meant what I said. I've no feelings for Taalia. I respect her as a companion and a clever person but I do not love her and I absolutely do not prefer her to you."

21 Sarenith

"Vosil. Forgive me but do you like Taalia? You two always seems to be so close..." Edric starts lookng uncomfortable but plows on anyway. "How do you.. know when a woman likes you...?"

Vosil - somehow - manages to set his goblet of wine carefully to one side without spilling it in reply to Edric's question.

He quickly considers what to say. The first liaison he had which might properly have been termed a 'romance' was with a paladin; it ended badly, and left him with a broken heart - and a broken arm (his heart took longer to heal: the spell 'Cure Lovesick Adolescent' is not on any cleric's list - proof, if it were needed, that the Gods are not all-powerful). But he has learned from his experiences, and has formulated a number of rules for dealing with paladins. The first rule is: Do not talk to them about personal stuff. (The second rule is like unto the first, but with more emphasis: DO NOT talk to them about PERSONAL STUFF!)

A shame, then, that he is just no good at following rules (hence the aforementioned broken arm). He sighs.

"There's a Varisian saying: 'Lucky at cards; unlucky in love' - it's supposed to be a consolation for the loser, something for them to say to the person walking away with the winnings."

A wry grin. "Based on my own experience, I've come up with a variation on that: 'Unlucky at cards AND love, lucky in combat.' In truth, my...career to date has precluded anything beyond the occasional tryst - constant travel and ever-changing companions don't make for lasting relationships!"

Deep in thought, he runs a thumb and forefinger along his mustache and beard. "But really, you are a paladin: if someone has caught your eye, why not be honest and tell her? What's the worst that could happen?"

I know, I know - but there's a reason Vosil isn't a relationship counsellor...

25 Desnus

Talia tilts her head slightly to the side, peering intently at her companion of the last many weeks. The Viscountess knew a few things; Dregan was more comfortable in the wild than in a town; he loved his family very much; he was a crack shot and an expert woodsman. But less so than all of her companions, Talia didn't understand Dregan. He seemed to have no ambition, no desire to better his circumstances, beyond what he already possessed.

But of course this assessment must be wrong. That simply doesn't make sense.

"You're mistaken about just being a hunter and a farmer. I have every intention to follow through with my words - you will be given a title in thanks for everything you've done. And that title comes with land. Land for your family to farm, land for you to hunt on."

"I implore you, go home and see your family. And then help them pack their belongings for their move to Concord. I'll have your land waiting for you and your family's return, Lord Marshall Hirsherz."

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21 Saraneth 4707

Talia stands, stunned, as Magna kneels, knowing full well how difficult it must be for the headstrong shieldmaiden to do so.

"You have no need to beg - ever - friend Magnitofera. Please stand, we have much to discuss."

Taking Magna's arm in her own, Talia walks with the shieldmaiden up the stairs to Castle Ulfogstrahd's walls, leading her friend along the parapet. "I know that you've walked these walls many times this past month, Magnitofera. I've seen it. And for good reason. It is a fine castle, but it is no dwarven fortress! I suspect it never will be so impregnable, but with your help, this could be a realm no one dare invade!"

"What do you say, Lord General Skeller? Will you serve at my side to protect Fairhaven's people?"

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30 Sarenith 4707

The truth was, Talia never cared much for Erastil. He was a little too parochial, a little too conservative, a little too unsophisticated. But there was no doubt that he was a beloved god, and one that many of Fairhaven's people worshiped first and foremost.

"Archerfest it is. I presume you have plans for how to celebrate our first holiday, Lady Asha?"

30 Sarenith

Vosil is already predisposed to support Asha's request, even before he hears it: her friendly welcome and smile when he first arrived at Oleg's was the first he'd had in a long while. Some things stay with you.

He surreptitiously shuffles a few papers. One of Kaalib's clerks has seen the benefit of having another friend on the Council and ensures that he, Vosil, is supplied with regular, accurate copies of the exchequer accounts; in addition, Vosil has been in contact with a factor he knows from Absalom, who owes him a favour from time past and who has extended them a line of credit at very favourable rates. As a result, he has a good idea of what their little province can afford.

Just RPing the move from putting his bonus from Stability into Economy.

He clears his throat. "Subject to our Treasurer's agreement, it appears that if we put our efforts this month into cultivating the nearby valley of fangberries, that would provide enough to be self-sustaining and give a surplus allowing for this festival to go ahead."

He smiles at Asha. "I think you just got your festival. I second our ruler's question: what is your plan?"

21 Sarenith

But he has learned from his experiences, and has formulated a number of rules for dealing with paladins. The first rule is: Do not talk to them about personal stuff. (The second rule is like unto the first, but with more emphasis: DO NOT talk to them about PERSONAL STUFF!)

Deep in thought, he runs a thumb and forefinger along his mustache and beard. "But really, you are a paladin: if someone has caught your eye, why not be honest and tell her? What's the worst that could happen?"

I know, I know - but there's a reason Vosil isn't a relationship counsellor...

But what if the paladin wants to talk TO YOU about personal stuff? :)

Edric grins. "We make quite the pair don't we..." His grin fades quickly however into a thoughtful look. "You misunderstand me friend. It's not that I have an eye on a girl but that I was trying to help someone and they accused me of liking another woman, ran off and has barely spoken a word to me since... I just don't understand it... I apologised and everything. I was hoping you'd be able to explain a little."

Just for a moment Edric looks surprisingly young as his confusion shows clearly on his face. "You see I don't have any experience with women at all, not beyond one night shortly after I escaped. I just thought..." He throws his hands up in the air. "I don't know. I just thought that it wouldn't be this hard. I can fight and I can host demons, that's all I'm good for. You, Kaalib, Taalia, you're all so involved and capable. You're building a city for Desna's sake! I can't even figure out how to help my friends" He falls silent, staring into the dying embers of the fire, light glittering on all sides from the sand.

21 Saraneth 4707

"What do you say, Lord General Skeller? Will you serve at my side to protect Fairhaven's people?"

Magna looks away, not a Talia's eyes. She answers in a cold voice.

"I respect her as a companion and a clever person but I do not love her and I absolutely do not prefer her to you."

Magna looks coldly at Edric, and answers him with an even colder voice.

Edric 'Godly' wrote:

"I respect her as a companion and a clever person but I do not love her and I absolutely do not prefer her to you."

Magna looks coldly at Edric, and answers him with an even colder voice.

"Please, don't say a word! I beg you forget the whole incident. Goodnight."

What did I do?!?!?! Edric is seriously considering celibacy now...

21 Saraneth 4707

Talia returns Magna's embrace, squeezing her fiercely. "The philosophers argue over the root causes of feelings like friendship, comradarie, and love, how they form, why some take to others... I suspect that it all is borne of respect. There's nothing to forgive, my friend..."

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30 Sarenith

"You know, the more I dwell on it, we probably need much more than one official holiday. I mean, the Desnans won't like it that their holiday isn't official. We'll need to make sure they're included going forward. And if we're lucky, many of Torag's fine folk will someday soon grace our realm. It would be an insult to not welcome their beliefs. Of course there's Abadar..."

"Harvest festivals, and the end of winter - those are important. We need something in the dead of winter, too - that's a dreadful time of year. A token holiday to celebrate our rich shared heritage with Brevoy wouldn't be a bad idea, either. It would further bonds with that nation to our northern border. But we should celebrate our rich cultural diversity too - some sort of "friendship day."

Running a quick tally in her mind, Talia smiles. "That's by my count at least twelve festivals that we need!"

21 Saraneth 4707

Talia returns Magna's embrace, squeezing her fiercely. "The philosophers argue over the root causes of feelings like friendship, comradarie, and love, how they form, why some take to others... I suspect that it all is borne of respect. There's nothing to forgive, my friend..."

Magna keeps crying.

Dregan starts grin as realization dawns. "Can I have the land without the title? Or can I swap the title for more land? It's only I don't want my son growing up thinking he more important than he is, that's what Ulric thought and you saw where that lead."

21 Sarenith

Edric: You do realise if Magna ever finds out you had this conversation, one or both of us is dead, right? If she ever asks you, you'll have to lie. Oh. Right. Paladin.

"So, this - this girl accused you of liking someone else? OK, that sounds like you have yourself an admirer..." Vosil grins.

"But more seriously, you need to decide if you feel the same way; and if you do, then tell her. Actually, no - scratch that. Show her. How you do that, I can't advise, without knowing more about the girl in question; but honestly, I am the last person you should go to for such advice!"

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30 Sarenith

Running a quick tally in her mind, Talia smiles. "That's by my count at least twelve festivals that we need!"

Vosil raises an eyebrow and does his best not to sigh as Talia does her usual take-a-good-idea-and-run-with-it thing. And seriously, 'Friendship day?!' He does his best to be diplomatic.

"Uh, I don't believe anyone here has said we have the resources for that - at least not yet. I admire your ambition, but let's not grant more than has actually been requested, hm? It sets a bad precedent."

He exchanges a glance with Kaalib, to try and gauge the kobold's support. "I recommend we stick to one festival, with a view to re-visiting this matter at the six-month point."

Trying to tie the Gameplay and the other thread into one another

21 Saraneth 4707

Talia stares at Dregan for a good minute before answering, as she tries to figure out whether or not the man is kidding. On one hand, only a madman would turn down a noble title. On the other hand, Dregan was no madman. He was also very sincere. He must really believe that his son would be better off not being a noble!

It dawns on Talia that she's been exhaling one long, slow sigh. "Dregan, you can turn down the title, and we'll make sure you have the land you need for your family... but I'd caution you to accept the lordship. Like it or not, as the progeny of one of our charter-holders, your son is important. A title will afford him the opportunity to grow into his role as he ages."

"In the end though, it is up to you."

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30 Sarenith

Talia nods, seeing the wisdom in Vosil and Kaalib's council - though she won't pretend to like it. Crossing her arms, she stares across the table. "Perhaps you are correct. If the Desnans get upset, as a practitioner of their faith, you can council them as you did me."

"We'll revisit the issue in the fall."

Haven't forgot about you Magna - just trying to figure out how Talia would react!

Exploration beginning

9 Sarenith 4707

The early summer in the Kamelands is pleasant, mild mornings with just enough heat to make traveling comfortable. you set out east to continue explorations. The hills continue here, rolling eastwards and southwards around the lake - the Tuskwater, as it's known.

It's late at night, moon on the wane. The howl of the wolves can be heard in the distance.

Perception Check: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Magna, unarmored, put her blanket over her head to muffle the noise.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Knowledge local, Aid Another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Vosil pricks up an ear at the sound of wolves, before relaxing. They're not nearby. "Oh, it's no problem. They'll not come anywhere near us, armed and numbered as we are."

Talia, I seem to have acquired your Wisdom from somewhere. Would you please mind taking it back? Thanks.

Dregan enjoys the opportunity to lead his companions out to hunt and explore. Having finished a leg of the roasted rabbit, that had picked the wrong moment to cross their path, he is relaxing and enjoying the sounds of wild.

Percetion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
K local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Talia sits up with a gasp, turning her ear to the sound of the howling. As Vosil seems less than concerned, the Countess settles back down to sleep, when a dreadful thought crowds it way into her head, bringing chills.

Grabbing her scorpion whip, Talia kicks off the blanket she was sleeping under, and standing, urges the others to do the same, motioning with her hand. Up! Up! "It could be a wolf, large and mean, named Howls-in-the-Hills! Haven't you heard the rumors? He's been terrorizing the hunters and trappers that venture too far from Concord! We should track him..."

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
local: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Almost. You can have it back, Vosil.

I think you may mean a 'worg,' Talia. :P

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"If it is a threat to travelers, it is our duty now more than ever to put an end to it." Naralesh adds. He wastes no time donning his mage armor, ready for a fight after a long time without the excitement of battle. Curious that I would seek combat so readily, he thinks to himself. Battling alongside these good friends, for a good cause, has been one of the great and rewarding experiences of my days.

"Haven't you heard the rumors? He's been terrorizing the hunters and trappers that venture too far from Concord! We should track him..."

Bozhmenoi. Vosil is livid with himself, but does his best to regain his composure. Aloud he says only:

"Alas, Lady; I have been getting lazy and soft on indoor life - I have heard nothing of these rumours. Rather a failing, in a spymaster. Your pardon."

Outwardly, his tone is dry, calm; inwardly, he is fuming. The outside world doesn't go away just because you happen to have found a few weeks - months - of comfort. He should know that better than any of them. Fool! He shakes out his whip; the snap that it makes is reassuring, like the 'hello' of an old, dear friend.

"Ready when you are."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Edric is unsettled by the sounds of the wolves. He's been on edge all day, clutching his head and swaying alarmingly on one or two occasions. Although he hasn't suffered a fit for some time it is apparent that he is risking one. Every time the wolves howl he reaches for his weapons, only relaxing a few seconds later when no-one responds.

Taalia's warning is enough to get him up on his feet and moving to the edge of the light circle from the campfire, he strains his eyes into the darkness but sees nothing.

Magna stands when she hears about the wolfs, and looks for his bow and greataxe.

Vosil has an Everburning Torch that will give off light for those of us non-darkvision types who need it - we aren't tied to the campfire for light.

The howls echo off the eastern side of the dell you are in, and they are getting closer...

Your camp sits at the bottom of an 60'x 60' dell, roughly square in shape. You stand by the fire at the western side, this was the side that best sheltered you from the wind. What are you doing?

Magna signals everybody to assume a "Lookout" stance, and moves towards the eastern side of the fire, some 20' from it.
"Everybody, get in the middle! Edric, cover the west flank, they might try to surround us!"

Talia draws her blade and utters a quick arcane command. Her blade shifts and shimmers in Vosil's torchlight, as if it is bending it. Backing to the east, the Countess tries to pinpoint the direction the wolves are approaching from.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
perception, inspired trait: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Standard: cast dazzling blade on her MW cold iron longsword.

Edric will do as instructed!

21 Saraneth 4707

Talia stands, stunned, as the dwarf breaks down in her arms, a slight frown on her face. Boys. This is about boys?

Letting go of Magna, the countess sits on one of the castle wall's crenelations, slowly rolling up her shortsleeve. "You know," she says, bearing her pale, freckled arm to Magna, "us gingers burn horribly in the sun. It is why I'm always covered when I'm outside. You, on the other hand, take to the outdoors like a deer or a hare, Magna. I'm quite envious. And I'm tall, yes, but not curvy like you. My figure is - frankly - too thin for most. I'm jealous of the way your body moves with you - mine is too rigid, as if it is always apart from comfort, if that makes sense?"

"The point being, of course, that you're quite beautiful in ways that I wish I was. But that's always the way it is, isn't it? The next hill is bound to be larger, more green, filled with more gold. Even if you're standing on a gold mine."

Brow furrowing, Talia pauses for a second, hesitation showing on her face. Edric had never given Talia any indication that he was interested in her. "Why do you say that, about Edric? He has never given me any signs. Besides, the earnest devout holy warrior... that's not really my type. Nothing against Edric of course - he is quite handsome, and he's kind as the summer day is long. Perhaps you should tell him you have these feelings? I waited a long time to do so with Gavriil, until it was too late, I'm afraid. Don't make my mistake, Magnitofera!"

The playwright holds her hands in front of herself, twisting them nervously. She had no answer for Magna's last question, though she was glad it was not the case.

Howls-in-the-Hills is a cunning hunter. Full of tricks and surprises, he has stalked these lands for a generation. So with a snarl and a howl, the pack breaks upon you from the west, where he played the echoes against you.

Two worgs are on Edric in a flash, fangs flashing in the firelight. Their bite draws blood, and the paladin is overborne by their rush. -12 hp, Edric, you are prone.

bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 crit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

The rest of the pack attacks, one worg for each of you. Only Magna's skill at teamwork saves you, keeping you from being totally surprised.

att Talia: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
att Magna: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
att Vosil: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
att Dregan: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
att Naralesh: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20dmg: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10trip: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

These worgs are dynamite!

The worgs come on in a rush, and the party goes down under their savage attack. Only Talia manages to duck under her assailant and remain standing. She looks up to see the silhouette of a huge worg lined against the night sky, staring down into the dell.

NOTE: Everyone is hit and prone except Talia. Please note the damage you took, I rolled it above. You may take AoOs as they trip you, based on the Lookout Feat (you can act in the surprise round). Then you are up for ROUND ONE.

Ooooh, we get an AoO? That changes everything.

Surprise round

Even caught at half-guard, Vosil is still alert, his whip flashing towards the threat as he becomes aware of it.

Trip attack as AoO, with reach weapon: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

The worg that springs at him suddenly finds that its limbs are entangled with a length of whip.

If trip attack works, worg is prone and gets -4 to attack, which means it misses Vosil and thus can't trip him.

Talia slashes upward as the worg leaps over her, her shimmering sword releasing a brilliant flash of light as she does so. Rising from her crouch to face off against her foe, Talia spies Howls-in-the-Hills above them. "It watches us! Finish the pack and we'll hunt him down!"

longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
longsword confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Will save DC 15 or the worg is blinded for one round.

dregan doesn't get a aoo as he has his bow in hand. However 11 doesn't hit even his flat-footed AC, is he still tripped? And is enough space 5foot away from the worg without ending up in the fire?

Naralesh's tactics will depend heavily on the locations people are located on the map. He's planning to shift ten feet back (away from any worgs) to stand up, avoiding AoOs for doing so. If he can hit a bunch of them with glitterdust he might do that, or he might summon an elemental... without a map I'm unsure how many I could get with the glitterdust spell without hitting any allies.

Nearly overwhelmed by the savage assault, Naralesh went down hard as the worg's bite narrowly bypasses his magical armor. The jolt of adrenaline surges through his magic, and he simply vanishes from the canine's jaws and reappears several paces away. If shifting simply 5 feet will get him out of AoO range, he'll go for the shorter distance.

Rising to his feet, he quickly chants a spell, hoping to put something between him and his attackers.

Hard to make these tactical decisions without the visual, haha. If he can hit at least 3 of the worgs with glitterdust (without hitting any allies), he'll do that. If not, small mud elemental it is.

If he summons:
Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Fatigued.
Slam (Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Fort save DC 12 or be entangled.

If he uses glitterdust:
DC 17 will saves or be blinded.

An 11 won't hit Edric either, even when flat-footed. Does that reduce the damage to 6 rather than 12? Do they get the trip attempt if the attack misses?

AOO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 = 13
Crit Damage: 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (1, 6, 5, 2) + 12 = 26
Total: 39 damage if confirmed.

As the worg's jaws close on Edric's leg, he shortens his grip and brings the earthbreaker down in a crushing blow on the middle of it's back. There is an audible snap as the hammer crashes down.

My action for Round 1 depends on whether I stopped the worg from tripping me or not: if I'm prone, I'll use a dirty trick to blind the worg (standard action) and then stand (move action, no AoO if opponent is blinded). If I'm not prone, I can do a straight attack, with a AoO if I tripped the worg and it tries to get back up.

I actually think, upon looking at the Trip special ability, that the wolves/worgs neither provoke an AoO for using it nor do they get to use it if they miss their attack.

Well, I'm not sure what happened, but I did double-check the to-hit numbers, and I thought I got them all correct. I guess not. Also, Naralesh is correct about the Trip - another mistake by me. You do not get an AoO. <sigh> Let me set the scene as is then:

One of Edric's worg's bites his leg, dragging him down. -6 hp The man's return strike crushes the worg locked on his leg, leaving one more to face. Edric prone, one worg, Round 1 action done.

Vosil goes down under a wall of fur and fangs. -9 hp, prone He just manages to snap his whip across the snout of the beast, gashing it in the eyes. Changed Trip to Dirty Trick, worg blind, Round 1 action over.

Talia ducks her worg, stabbing it. The worg yelps in pain and falls to the ground pawing it's eyes. Round 1 action done, worg blind.

Dregan steps aside, narrowly dodging the worg rush. Dregan can go in Round 1.

Naralesh blinks out of the grip of the worg on him, ending up on the far side of the fire. Seeing no way to cast an area spell without hitting allies in the swirling melee, he summons a trusty elemental, who slams the worg with a muddy fist. mud ele in action. Round 1 action done.

Don't worry about all the numbers at this point. I think I have this back on track. Don't expect a map because the original plan was to not have one. It was supposed to be a simple fight - famous last words...

ROUND ONE: just Dregan goes.

Surprise Round
Magna receives the attack with a fierce smile and an axe overhand chop.
Attack +1 Greataxe: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
"Remember our training, be ready to charge them in turns!"
Switches their stance to Distracting Charge.

When your ally with this feat uses the charge action and hits, you gain a +2 bonus on your next attack roll against the target of that charge. This bonus must be used before your ally's next turn, or it is lost.

I think Magna misses, is prone and hurt (-10 hp)

Yes, Magna, sorry I missed you in that setup cleaning. Still need Dregan in Round 1.

Since that was a full round rather than an AOO Edric will throw up his detect evil - trying to get a reading on Howls-in-the-Hills.

21 Saraneth 4707

Brow furrowing, Talia pauses for a second, hesitation showing on her face. Edric had never given Talia any indication that he was interested in her. "Why do you say that, about Edric? He has never given me any signs. Besides, the earnest devout holy warrior... that's not really my type. Nothing against Edric of course - he is quite handsome, and he's kind as the summer day is long. Perhaps you should tell him you have these feelings? I waited a long time to do so with Gavriil, until it was too late, I'm afraid. Don't make my mistake, Magnitofera!"

Sobbing, Magna answers.

Sorry for delay, I had been waiting for clarification of situation.

Dregan steps back and with all the other worgs obscured by his friends he focuses and looses two arrows at the worg that attacked him. If only standard action ignore second attack and remove -2 to attack on first (no rapid shot

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 22 Point blank, Rapid shot, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 11 Point blank, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 27 Point blank, Rapid shot, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 13 Point blank, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus

Worgs: AC 14/12/12.

Two quick arrows from his bow kills the worg who attacked him, leaving Dregan free of opponents for now. After Talia yells a warning, the big worg on the edge of the dell is clear to all - Howls-in-the-Night has come hunting you.

ROUND TWO: You are up. Remember your status from last round - Magna you are prone, yes. Also remember Magna's Distracting Charge.

Talia steps forward, no time to lose, for her glamor will wear off any second. Bringing her longsword down on the wolf, she grimaces as it bounces off its tough hide, just managing to draw blood.

longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

A 10 should be enough to hit with the additional -2 penalty to AC for being blinded in addition to the worg losing dex to AC.

"DRVK. KRVMTHRL DRIMVK. GHRLVM DFBRMDR MKT," Naralesh says, the elf's voice sounding like he is gargling with a mouthful of gravel. ("Flank with my allies. Strike down the blinded one," in Terran.) Naralesh retrieves his scroll of shield, and quickly chants its words. "Wyrdim krishath shinari," he calls out. As the words vanish from the vellum scroll, an invisible disc of force materializes near the elf - he can sense its protection, though it cannot be seen.

Kaldrukth, the mud elemental, heeds its master's words. "BRVKDM. GHRVK. BRNTHNK," it calls back. ("MUDSLIDE. BURY. FLESH.") It seems to be pleased the wizard has managed to learn its language, and enthusiastically dives underground, melting into the dirt like a fish slipping into water. Popping back up opposite the blinded worg, it unleashes a mighty slam.

Slam (Power Attack): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10 Flat-footed, and with an additional -2 for being blind, might actually make that roll a hit.
Bludgeoning (DC 12 Fort or Entangled): 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

I forgot the Power Attack Bonus to damage last time, so the worg it hit should take 3 more damage.

Holding his Everburning Torch aloft, Vosil takes a smart step back from the worg menacing him. His whip in the other hand seems to take on a life of its own, whirling and flickering, faster and faster until with a *crack* like bone breaking, like thunder crashing, he snaps it contemptuously at the worg lurking in the background.

His message - unspoken - is nevertheless clear: we're going to kill your minions; and then we're going to make you into a rug to go by the fire

Intimidate, Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

DC = 10+HD+Wisdom modifier; all enemies in 30 ft who see it are Shaken (-2 to attack rolls, save modifiers, and ability checks) for 1 round plus 1 round for each 5 by which the roll beats the DC

Dregan will 5ft step to get a better line on one of the worgs. If he can get a shot at one without cover he'll target that one, otherwise he'll go after one of the two on Edric, either way he'll use his second use of ranger's focus.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 15 Point blank, Rapid shot, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus, cover not applied -4 extra if needed
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 17 Point blank, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 24 Point blank, Rapid shot, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus, cover not applied -4 extra if needed
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 16 Point blank, Deadly shot, Ranger's focus

Magna tries to hit the wolf from the ground, having a great difficulty to use her axe in that position.
Attack Roll (-4 for being prone): 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 4 = 12
Damage Roll: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
"Get off of me!"

Talia and Kaldrukth dispatch the worg on her. Dregan slays another - the one threatening Naralesh.

Need Edric to go in ROUND TWO still. He is prone. All of the worgs are evil, Edric.

Status Update: Magna is prone, a worg on her. Edric is prone, worg on him. Talia, Naralesh, Dregan are free of attackers. Vosil has a worg, but it is blind. Howls-in-the-Hills is up on the edge of dell and waiting. He is 40' away.