Leather Goddesses of Castrovel (Inactive)

Game Master MayDay

Well, you know, Doll, fist impressions are not my strong suit. I tend to grow on people, you know, once you get to know me, you might think better of a guy who just likes a good looking broad as much as the next guy.

Girls can smell competition. And sensing Lisa's heart-jolt, Agonia tosses her head back and gives some flirty laughter. Well, Victor Jankowski, you said you felt a bit lost with everything going on... She proceeds to fill him in with whatever info Victor had missed. And also sneak in a couple facts about herself as well. Like the fact that her primary SFSC (Saucer Fleet Specialty Code) is "Manta Sky Car Pilot." But I'm qualified in most Saucer Fleet vehicles too... And also the fact that her tour as receptionist down here was punishment for doing something Arael said was Naughty. I'm still not sure what it was I did though.

"Come on now, Lisa... Victor... Argonia... We don't need to fight here. Whatever the three of you may plan on doing, it's moot at this point," Celes managed out before taking a step to the professor's side looking to him, she shrugged. "Thank you for that, I'll cross first. I feel we should head straight, no point in trying other paths until we know where they lead, right?"

To be on the safe side, Celes closes her eyes and mutters a prayer, letting the souls of the dead be her shield for now. Casting False life.

False Life...Life: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

If given the go ahead, and no one has any objections, Celes would then, make a quick sprint to the middle island beyond the first bridge that the professor helped freeze over, trying her hardest to be careful.

Of course, unless someone has an objection, otherwise she turns, and waits to hear whoever does.

Okay, you can make your first intentions known as you enter the room like Professor and Celes, but then stop cause somthin' needs to happen. Take your time RPing and leveling up. Sh&ts about to hit the fan.

"This is not going to work, if we can just run over the bridges it's not really a challenge is it?
And can you three keep it together, after this is over we can shut you in a room to work out your frustrations"

"Victor, we are on a planet man-starved enough where even your lines are working. I would recommend saving the smooth-talk for when we get back to our planet. Now while Elai has a good point about this being too easy, we can't beat this trap from the outside. We just have to do what she," at this point Figit waves her raygun in the general direction of Agonia, "said and look for the child. Now we aren't going to get through these rooms by sitting around! Come on Agonia, it's time to heated up in another way." Figit starts to prod Agonia into the room and across the bridge where the rest of the group is. When she gets there she shall start looking around for the baby.

Me? I don't want to go in there! This is a terrible idea. She goes reluctantly. Can't argue with Figit's Ray gun.

I'll follow close behind Figit

As you enter the room you hear a recording over a loud speaker.

Welcome to Test #1. The following scenario will test your male's willingness to put himself in harms way for the sake of his future Lashunta Family. If you will please direct your attention to the far corner of the room...

In the distance you hear a baby crying. Straining your eyes through the shimmering heat you see a Lashunta infant lying on the rocks in the far corner of the chamber. MAP UPDATED.

If the infant dies you will fail the test. Your male will be sent to the Lunar Salt Mines, and you will return to Fleet Command to report your training failure to Space-Marshall Stardust. Begin the test!

Roll perc and init. You make take a single move action. Professor appears to have already done so.

"Spread out or keep together?"

I can’t believe that they would subject a real infant to this scenario. Can any of you detect life, or in some other way verify if that is a real infant. I’m betting it is not. We should proceed with caution, and stay as close as we can to each other. Follow me.
I’ll move slowly toward the infant

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Initiative: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Elai moves forwards,
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Great Mastiff is a bit taken aback by the scene before him.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Figit makes a move towards the child.

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"This is absolutely the most monstrously barbaric sort of trial I have ever heard of... and still rather cruel even if that is an illusionary child."

Suddenly you hear a voice.
I can hear your thoughtssss...Detect Thoughts, Will DC18 negates.

Then out of the corner of your eye you see a creature zooming toward the baby from the left.

MAP UPDATED.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

Begin Combat.

ROUND 1
Actions available for
Everyone

Argonia: What the kittens? What's that thing?

Quit reading my mind you, I share plenty as is: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Knowledge: Arcana(?): 1d20 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 13 + (2) = 17 While I'm at it, let's do the Pokédex thing...

What I'm doing past that depends on how much of a difference trying to cool these metal grates really has, and whether those of a more combat-ready nature took me up on it when I was passing around 3 extracts of enlarge person.

It's 140 degrees F in here. You can last 5 minutes then I'll start asking for Fortitude saves. The metal bridges are hot so you can stand on them for 2 rounds then you take 1d4 lethal. But anyone within 30 ft of the Professor starts the clock over and the grates become "warm".

I will do nothing but Run, quadruple move, in the shortest route possible toward the infant.

Well of course you can hear my thoughts. I speak them out loud all of the time.

NonWill Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17, Ooh, so close!

At the sight of the threat hurtling toward the child, Great Mastiff also moves speedily toward it, quickly intoning an incantation of defense.

Move,
Cast Mage Armor.

Add 1 to those last two checks if it matters, forgot to save that big ol' pile of new skill points thrown onto them.

"Well, there's a number of things I'm certain we'd all like more information on here, but for now let's just focus on the immediate concern of whether we can keep from burning our feet off on these metal walkways, shall we?"

With that the professor moves forward to try cooling the grate most likely to have a fight break out on it, and gives this naga(?) a few reasons to regret detecting thoughts, pondering quite a lot of matters on the side, including but not limited to the practicalities of space flight, local environmental conditions, alternate solutions to the problems facing these lashunta, the possibility of any given thing in this room being just an illusion, how best to engage any further lashunta in conversation without a fight breaking out, several new possible alchemical formulations, and, just for good measure, whether Celes has actively been trying to flirt with him or if those are just her typical mannerisms.

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Figit thinks loudly. Then she is going to try and figure out what what the hell that thing is.Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17 If she does, Figit will point out the weak points of this...thing while moving towards the babby.Using my Naturalist to give +1 AC, Attacks and Saves against the thing to everyone in 30 feet

Nice deep thoughts professor! That Naga(?) must be in sheer mental anguish!

"It's not that bad in here." Takes a breath of the hot air.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 That's 3 fumbles so far in this game
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Vanna then hears the creature in her head. "What? You'll have to try harder then that." She pushes the spell out of her head, and runs towards the center of the room. The heat obscuring her vision.

Will Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Cast mage armor if I can.

The creature speaks to your minds. Even if you keep me from eating this particular child you will never pass the second test...Nadezdha will most certainly ssssseduce you! khe khe khhhhhe

Is it laughing?

Argonia tries to stick close to Victor if she can.

"Ignore it's laughter! It's kind will try to twist your thoughts for it's dark purposes. Think of everything that you possibly can and confuse it. Make our minds our weapons!" Figit calls out as the Naga speaks to her. Thoughts of bunnies, snakes, beer, wine, boar, the feeling of looking at the stars on a clear night, the third law of Thermodynamics, how to calculate gravity, how long is this trip going to take, Victor can considered to be good looking, beer, wine, am I an alcoholic, Nagas are ugly, what will my next paper be on, was that girl hitting on the Professor?!?!

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Will Saves for DAYS: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Celes having walked up with the professor, would all the same charge forward to the island (She did move to him, wouldn't that mean I'm beside him near the bridge?) to the island. When the Naga embraced her mind she shivered, her eyes taking to her as she snickered. "Welcome to the Carnival then, darling. Pluck away at me!" Clearly of no concern to her what exactly the creature wanted inside her head, which was mostly dominated on how to oust Argonia without anyone ever suspecting her of foul play. How earning the professor's favor as well as Victor's will help ensure she gets out of here alive. The thought of whoever laid beyond and out of her, or whatever it was, was better at the lust game.

Though one thought in particular seemed most prominent of all, the constant and berating chide of a man's voice, constantly and ever demanding of gold before night's end, and such a thing was constant, and gave a sense of fear in her, but was not the most active thought on her mind right now.

I need to know if I'm allowed an action, either I moved 30 and can cast, or a sprinted and can't. =/

I listen to Figit's warning and I try to make myself think of extremely confusing things

remember when you had shoes, not these shoes the shoes you used to have, and those shoes had laces! Man that was a pain, with the whole "the rabbit goes round the tree and in the hole" nonsense. I could never get that right and then, wait. Did I leave the stove on?

Regular ol' not-surprise-round at this ponint so... yeah, move and a standard I'm fairly sure.

Yeah but on the map it says I'm still in the far back. Which is why I wanted it to be stated.

Pretty sure we're actually on the honor system of dragging ourselves around the map by what feel like fair distances. Nixie's never moved anyone.

Ah! Well I suppose I should have known better. Derp.

Upon moving forward she, in more effort to prepare herself, summons up more of Pharasma to plate herself in bones.

Casting... You guessed it, Armor of Bones.

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
"You want to read my mind, Read this!"
walking forwards Elai tries to use Aversion Augmenting for additional duration and +1 Save DC (Save DC17), giving the creature a powerful aversion to the image of the Lashunta baby, drawing from her own aversion to small children.

will vs aversion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 Nice try, little Lashunta husssssy!
Yup, drag yourselves on the map. Celes you must live in Russia or something! I'm always asleep when you post:(

Monsters turn.

Suddenly Victor get's hit by lightening. That's right, freakin lightening.
8d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2) = 16, DC16 Ref for half.
As you all whirl around to see where the spell came from and see another Naga (b) cackling as it's invisibility spell ends. MAP UPDATED.

Naga (a) moves forward a bit and casts MAGIC MISSLE, 2 at the Professor and 2 at Celes.
professor: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6
Celes: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

END ROUND 1. If Lisa makes it back she can take both turns next round. If she doesn't make it back you might be in trouble...

ROUND 2
Actions available for
Everyone
Lisa x2

Naga (b): Jusssst give us the child and we will allow you to esssscape.

ReflexSave: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Ouch

I grab the infant

It appears to be a real Lashunta Female baby.
Wha...What is Commander Stardust doing? How could she? V..Victor, let me hold her for you. Argonia offers to take the baby so Victor can fight. She casts CLW on the baby either way.

"Victor! Play along. Remember this is a test to see if you are willing to do whatever for the wife and child."

Cast Resist Energy - Lightning (10 resist)

AC is now 27.

'Abomination; cogitation, sub-par...
Self-identity; deemphasized. Infernal residents; say 'hi'...'

Striding forward, Great Mastiff allows his body to do what comes naturally to it, slamming one granite block-like fist into the serpentine form.
Slam attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16, if that hits, Slam damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Bludgeoning &...
Shove: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17, vs. Naga's CMD.

As she maintains the lecture on how to harm these things, Figit will take out her raygun and fire a shot at the naga closest to the child. "Get away from the child you monster!"
RAYGUN: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 242d8 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 1 = 6

I'll hand the infant to the girl, and then, fighting Defensively, ready myself to punch any Naga that approaches. meanwhile I'll look for an exit

My luck with dames, it aint improving, doll.

Perception Check Looking for the Exit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

If a Naga comes within striking range of the Infant
Melee Punch, lethal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
possible damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

AC goes up to 17

Victor sees a steel trap-door where the infant was lying. That must be how she got there.

The Naga takes the full searing energy of Figit's Ray gun blast.

The Naga deftly sidesteps Great Mastiffs' slam attack.

I'll give it the "once over" to see if it is trapped, then check to see if I can open it

This is our ticket off this griddle.

Perception, you know, traps and stuff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

The professor continues to focus on cooling the walkway should anyone feel brave enough to tackle the naga, while studying it for weaknesses.

"I don't suppose anyone has the means to give the beast a good shove over the side of the bridge, do they?"

The steel door is not trapped.

*Baby Crying*

Cool air wafts up from a shaft as you open the steel door. A grated spiral starcase descends into darkness.

You see how much I miss my hat! I picked the wrong avatar, at first

After you, toots. Hey Professor, Celes, Vanna, Grey, Elai, Lisa, and Figit. Our way out is here!