Facing the troll tagged by her magic, and seeing Vexras flank it with her, Isabella ... grins.
"You're mine. You're dead," she crows as she launches into another flurry of attacks.
Garrivek hustles forward 15 feet, then backs up around the corner . Then he spits a ball of fire at the teal troll.
Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
Vexras moves around the troll, barely avoiding its bite, but can't land a blow -- he sets up Isabella to do so, though, and she cuts into it, before Garrivek hits it with fire. It staggers as it takes the flame fully in its face and roars in anger, stepping back again as it tears and bites at Vexras and Isabella. The former avoids the fangs again, but Isabella isn't so lucky, and it rips her flesh with its claws .
Meanwhile, above, as Arryn slips away, the troll follows, calling out "Nashgra!," a call that brings another troll -- a woman wearing a bandolier of wooden wands and large gloves -- out onto the parapet. She looks over the scene below and pulls out a wand!
Aqua: 55
Arryn pulls a flask of acid from his pouch and readies an attack against the new arrival using her wand.
x 1.5 = 33 + acid
Splitting his focus between the troll before him and the new arrival on the balcony, Vexras weaves the casting of a spell into his attack routine. He chuckles at the troll in front of him, "I don't suppose you have learned your lesson yet? Ranger forts do not belong to you, my smelly lumbering oaf."
HP: 39/39
AC: 24 (18 T / 16 FF)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 18
F/R/W: +7/+7/+6
Arcane Pool used: 2/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [X], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [ ], scorching ray [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 fire (5/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
flank: +2 to hit
spell combat: -2 to hit
concentration check: -2 to hit, +2 to check
"Could use some healing, here," Isabella remarks without turning away from the teal-nosed troll.
Garrivek hears Aramis behind him and calls back. "You heal Isabella, I've got a big old ball of flame with their name on it!" Hearing Aramis give affirmation, Garrivek hustles forward His gloves turn red with heat. He claps his hands together and a ball of flame engulfs both trolls up on the parapet.
Aramis moves up behind Isabella and casts a healing spell on her.
Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
In the courtyard, Aramis heals Isabella and Vexras finishes off the troll, before everyone turns their attention to the trolls on the parapet. The wand-bearing troll easily avoids the worst of the fire, though the other one isn't so lucky.
The last of the original three trolls rushes down the stairs -- apparently not willing to leap from the heights -- and threatens Arryn as the other one pulls another wand and casts it, catching everyone but Aramis in a cloud of stinking vapor. As she uses the wand, Arryn hits her with his own magic; it's not enough to disrupt her, but she does cry out in pain. Unfortunately for him, he also gets bitten by the troll, but he trusts his force ward to protect him .
Green: 17*
Wand-a: 58*
Unable to see past the stinking cloud, but aware Isabella's still wounded, Aramis casts another healing spell on her.
Then she pulls out an alchemist's fire in her empty hand.
Arryn skirts the edge of the cloud, moving left to end up 1 space north of Vexras and 4 left (no doubt taking an AoO unless the concealment prevents it). Once there, he flings something heavy at the troll of the ground.
probably a miss
x 1.5 = 36
Garrivek sputters and coughs.
Knowing the troll is directly in front of him, he blindly stumbles forward through the cloud.
"Much obliged," Isabella tells Aramis.
... And then she marches off into the fog, one sword flicking left to right, probing for opposition.
If Vexras isn't overcome with nausea, he hurries forward toward the troll he last saw. Bursting out of the choking cloud, he brings his fiery sword forward and up in a rising slash as he advances.
HP: 39/39
AC: 24 (18 T / 16 FF)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 18
F/R/W: +7/+7/+6
Arcane Pool used: 2/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [X], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [ ], scorching ray [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 fire (6/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
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Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
Arran barely avoids the troll's claws as he moves past it, but in his haste, misses with his attack on the creature. Vexras isn't so lucky and starts gagging as he staggers backward .
Garrivek staggers forward, having smelled worse (he could tell you about this one time...), while Isabella plunges into the mist . The troll in the courtyard catches Garrivek by surprise as he emerges from the cloud, fangs and claws ripping painfully into the dwarf.
On the parapet, the troll waves another wand, this time catching Arryn with an acid arrow.
Green: 17
Wand-a: 47
Isabella (presumably) hears Garrivek's shout of pain nearby and leaps out of the fog, blades leading the way.
"Didya miss me, you ugly wart?" she shouts as she cuts at the teal troll.
Arryn pulls out an alchemist’s fire and flings it at Wanda.
Garrivek curses, "Busted knuckles!" He grimaces at the troll and brings his dorn-dergar around to bash it upside the head.
Then he takes a step to the side )
Wary of charging blindly into the toxic cloud to get squished by trolls, Aramis pulls out a scroll and uses it on herself. Her body begins to glow, then erupts in flames.
Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
Above, Arryn hits the wand-bearing troll with an alchemist's fire, causing her to cry in pain and use the first wand again against the former tavern boy.
In the courtyard, Vexras retreats and can just see Aramis burst into flame. Neither can see what's happening on the other side of the fog, but roars of pain indicate Isabella and Garrivek are having some success. Still, it's not all good for them. The half-elf leaps out of the smoke right into the monster's jaws even as she drives her shortsword into its chest. It's surprised enough that it only manages to bite her once, nearly catching her in the neck, but his claws tear into her, undoing all of Aramis' healing in a flash even as its flesh begins to knit closed.
Green: 44
Wand-a: 66*
Unconscious and bleeding, Isabella falls down and stops moving.
Arryn takes another from the first acid arrow (I’m guessing the second one missed?).
Then he gathers power and unleashed another blast of debris at the wander woman.
x 1.5 = 34
Garrivek calls out in Sylvan.
Garrivek whips his dorn-dergar at the troll.
Then he takes a five-foot step back into the toxic cloud and spits at the trolls.
Aramis hurries into the toxic cloud, following Garrivek's voice. When she's gone as far as she can she releases a burst of healing energy, hoping for the best...
Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
As Vexras continues to wretch, Isabella falls to the trolls fangs and claws, Garrivek lashes out with a crushing blow before stepping back into the fog, relying on the fog to protect him from the troll and his hardy constitution to protect him from the fog . He's joined by Aramis, who manages to get out a healing burst before being overwhelmed by the foul odors.
Unable to clearly focus on what's happening in the fog below, Arryn continues his battle on the parapet, gathering power and blasting the wand-user. She looks badly hurt, but Arryn sees her wounds start to heal before he's suddenly surrounded by another cloud of vile vapor.
Green: 41
Wand-a: 95
Arryn holds his breath and moves blindly into the fog in the direction he was just flinging stuff. In 20 feet, he comes just to the edge, right below Isabella (he’s been five feet too far left for a few rounds now, since he can’t be on the wall). I’m not sure if that means the fog is thin enough to see, but if it is, he flings more junk at Wanda. Best to take her down and worry about regeneration later. With nothing else to do with the extra power from his infusion specialization, the blast carries a bit of extra punch.
If he can’t see well enough to target the troll, he instead uses kinetic healer on Isabella, giving her 19 go but inflicting 6 non-lethal damage.
Seeing his wounds close from Aramis' familiar healing burst, he sighs in relief. He steps forward, out of the cloud to press the attack and finds the troll gone. "Keep it coming, Aramis!" he calls out, trusting her to keep he and Isabella standing, he instead casts out his arms at the wand-wielding troll. "Eat flame!" A line of fire erupts from his hands right at her!
Aramis wretches and staggers forward, hoping to find her way out of this ghastly fog!
Arryn: 17
Vexras: 12
Aramis: 10
Garrivek: 4
Isabella: 8
Antagonist: 4
Arryn's blast hits Wanda, slamming her back into the wall behind her, where she slumps, the wands falling from her limp grasp. Garrivek's blast catches the other troll, who charges him. The dwarf avoids the attack and a moment later, he and Arryn are able to put the two foes to rest permanently.
The fog eventually dissipates and you discover, the first three trolls you fought had little of interest, but the fourth has a trove of treasure! You suspect even if you find nothing else here, you're already in much better shape than when you arrived.
Green: 59
Wand-a: 115
Arryn quickly strips the troll of the valuables while Fire-amis sears its wounds, keeping it from regenerating. When she’s ready to return to her normal form, he’ll hand her all the wands, though he pauses and considers both Vexras and Garrivek, who may also use wands for all he knows.
Or shall we push on while her fire elemental thing is still active?
Vexras groans and shakes his head as he grunts away the last of the nausea. "I must admit, that was one of the most abhorrent odors I have ever had the misfortune of encountering." As the group gets Isabella back on her feet and discusses the wands and other trophies, Vexras takes a moment to pull a small stone from his hip pouch and focuses on it briefly. As its luster fades, he looks up and coos softly when Arryn holds up a number of wands. "Oh my, what have we here? This one has promise, I think. If none of you mind?" He gestures to the wand of burning hands inquisitively.
HP: 39/39
AC: 24 (18 T / 16 FF)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 18
F/R/W: +7/+7/+6
Arcane Pool used: 2/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 1/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [ ], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [ ], scorching ray [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
Garrivek coughs and hacks. "What a foul stench! Ugh! Although, not as bad as Skunk River, out River Kingdom's way." He chatters on about the stinky river while he pulls out his wand and scrolls and starts to heal everyone.
"There! That's better." He tucks away the spent wand into his pocket. "Now what do we have here?" he inspects the wands and plucks the wand of burning hands from the pile. "Oho! I'll take this."
Then he gestures back at the statue. "I think that's hollow. Shall we?"
"But of course, my keen-eyed friend." Relinquishing the wand of burning hands, the tiefling then strolls over to the hollow statue to regard it more closely. "This? You think this to be hollow, do you? Interesting. Do you think there is a way in of some sort or must we smash it to bits?"
Arryn will reach out and, if the statue weighs 600 pounds or less, it lifts off its plynth and comes to rest on its side gently on the ground.
Arryn's able to do that, the noise revealing something is inside, but it appears to be sealed. You'll have to smash it to get at whatever is in there.
”Garrivek, can you crack it open carefully enough not to wreck the statue? It’s probably some useful emergency gear they hid away for just such an eventuality as this, but if we can avoid trashing the place anymore than it already is...”
Isabella slowly, painfully scrambles to her feet.
"This happens too often," she states. Then, to Artemis: "Thanks again."
Aramis retches for a while while she helps burn the trolls to ash. Eventually, her flaming body returns to normal. She collects the extra wands and tucks them in her belt, knowing resources were hard to come by and welcoming the addition to her spells.
Breaking open the statue of the human woman with her arms outstretched, you discover a small cache of goods: a pouch of 150 gp, 30 days’ worth of rations, a disguise kit, 10 masterwork alchemical silver arrows, and a potion of gaseous form.
A search of the exterior barracks built into the walls reveals wooden interior walls and furniture have been smashed, leaving only cave-like stone rooms and a floor lined with straw, splinters, and stinking feces. Several large beds have been dug out through the floorboards and lined with ponchos and animal furs. A few odds and ends have survived, possibly because they were overlooked, including a set of masterwork sewing tools, a leatherbound book on Chelish history , several bolts of fine cloth , a mithral dagger, a pot of stone salve, a scroll of baleful polymorph, and two potions of delay poison. The southwestern barracks still contain maintenance supplies -- including hammers, lumber, nails, bolts of oilcloth, and two dozen pots of paint. Garrivek, poking around, notices a sealed jar of marvelous pigments stored in one of the paint pots.
In the room where the female troll emerged from, which appears to have once been a bedroom and office, seems to have been transformed into a comfortable den, straw and expensive bedding heaped together into a nest and lined with attractive pieces of shattered darkwood furniture. A skull still lies in the corner, now painted with arcane symbols.
The symbols appear to be fake, as if the artist wanted them to seem magical, but didn't really know what they were doing.
A hidden door built into the stone wall, which Cirieo mentioned, leads into the true treasure of Fort Nunder: the vault built into the Nunder Scarp. It appears locked, but your search of an old desk -- one of the few pieces of furniture left intact -- reveals a key that can open it.
Vexras insists that Garrivek keep the wand and the pair descend into a brief argument of politeness as each continues to insist the other take the implement. After a few volleys, Vexras admits defeat and takes the wand with a humble nod, ”If you insist, my finely bearded friend.”
Later, as the troll matriarch’s chambers are searched, he takes up the skull in one hand. ”Alas, poor whatever your name might have been, we never knew you.” He frowns and tosses the skull to Garrivek, ”Don’t fret. These markings are just decorative. Whoever made them, if they were genuinely trying to put magical tunes upon a skull, did not have the slightest idea what they were doing. These are little more than colorful scribbles on a rather macabre canvas.”
Catching the skull, Garrivek shakes his head. ”Such a shame,” he remarks, turning the skill over in his hands. ”Poor fellow.” He places the skull down carefully, then searches through the rooms, shoving loot and salvage into his bags. ”Does anyone want some of these treasures? A few are quite handy.”
While the others sift through the gear he examines the door for traps or other defences…
When everyone’s ready and equipped, Garrivek pulls out the key from the desk and places it into the vault door.
She shakes her head. ”I’ve got plenty.” She gestures at Isabella, Arryn, and Vexras. ”You should take what you like first.”
Aramis examines the door for a time, curious if it has any interesting markings. When it’s time to open the vault, she holds her handy wand of magic missile in hand.
The door doesn't appear to be trapped as far as Garrivek can tell, a belief borne out by the lack of anything happening as you open it. A short east-west corridor leads to a larger one that runs north and south. Two iron plaques are mounted into the stone of the east wall, each three feet above the flagstone floor. The northern and southern halls both curve to the east.
The southern plaque reads, “A whirlwind of blows assures victory. —Dargrit Foehewer,” while the northern plaque reads “Strike safely, strike quietly. —Ekaterin Fletcher.”