Motteditor's Ironfang Invasion PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Violet attempts to put the bird down with another stroke or two from her waveblade.

Thorn damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Attack 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage 1: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

If the first attack downs the bird, Violet will move 30ft south towards the hobgobbos. If not, she'll attack again.

Attack 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage 2: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Arryn goes invisible and then moves south, making it 10 feet into the rubble.

Garrivek's summoned horse races south into the fort.

As it passes, he chuckles. "Yeah! Kick some sense into them!" It was near the bridge, now it double moves toward the nearest hobgoblin.

Garrivek tries to follow, huffing and puffing as he goes and winding up at the edge of the rubble.

Aramis casts a spell on herself then moves up beside Vexras.

Shield.

Vexras advances into the rubble-strewn area, followed invisibly by Arryn. Garrivek's horse joins him as its dwarven master rushes forward too. Aramis joins them as quickly as she can, just in time to see the two remaining hobgoblins launch arrows at the tiefling -- who lets them impact harmlessly on his armor -- and then each drop his bow and pull a longsword.

Meanwhile, behind them, Violet snaps the bird's neck, then hustles to join her new companions.

Vexras strides up to the nearer of the hobgoblins and shakes his head chidingly, "I'm afraid that you and your fellow squatters have worn out your welcome, my ungainly opponent. But enough of the chit-chat, no? Come, throw yourself at me with reckless abandon and let's get your plucky but ultimately pointless last stand out of the way, shall we?"

Katana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14for: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Move 3 squares, swing at Orange

Arryn moves forward 20 feet and unleashes some debris on orange.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 2 + 2 = 31 vs Dex-denied AC, minus whatever cover Vexras gives him
Damage: 3d6 + 3 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) + 3 + 5 + 4 = 26

Then he reappears feeling slightly exposed.

Violet looks at the horse, then looks at Garrivek, then looks back at the horse.

"Mind if I hitch a ride?"

Violet swings up on top of the horse and...

if Garrivek needs to control the horse: ...waits for Garrivek to send her taxi on its way, dismounting once she's arrived (readies a move action to dismount when the horse has completed its movement).

if Violet can control the horse: ...guides the horse to the green hobgoblin and dismounts next to him.

If she can't do any of that, she'll double-move to the green hobgoblin.

@Violet: the horse is summoned, so it should automatically move toward and attack the nearest enemy. You should be able to mount it, but neither you nor Garrivek controls where it's going. Plus side, it's probably going where you want it to.

Aramis hustles closer and casts out her arms, sending a trio of magical green bolts zipping through the air and slamming into the green hobgoblin.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 3 = 10

Garrivek hustles forward after Vexras, huffing and puffing from the exertion. "I'm coming!" (Double move).

Despite the unexpected load, Garrivek's horse trots forward and up to the nearest enemy orange, I expect, but with Vexras in the way it might veer to green I suppose. Double move. All up to GM where it chooses to go.

Vexras closes in on the nearest hobgoblin, but his aim is off. It doesn't matter, though, as a moment latter Arryn dispatches the enemy, leaving just one to fight.

Violet hops on the horse as it rushes toward the remaining enemy, who pulls out a pick, grunting as Aramis' spell hits it. Despite the weapons in both hands, he lashes out at Violet with his sword, barely scoring a blow as she prepares to dismount from the horse. 11 hp

Party is up

Seeing the congestion in front of the last enemy and seeing how competent their new ally is in battle, Arryn makes himself invisible and moves towards the double doors nearby, trying to listen through them for any sounds of activity.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Violet grimaces as the sword cuts into her. Too shaken to quip, she silently thrusts her waveblade at her opponent with a flurry of attacks.

Attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Damage 1: 1d6 + 6 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + (2, 2) = 12

Attack 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Damage 2: 1d6 + 6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + (5, 5) = 19

Attack 3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage 3: 1d6 + 6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + (6, 5) = 20

Possible crit on the 2nd attack:

Attack 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Additional damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Violet murders the remaining hobgoblin guard, leaving you in a seemingly still courtyard ... for the moment.

Several choices of where you can go -- two buildings to the west, with a garden between them; one building to the right (with two entrances); plus the tower. Also a building to the south, and the other bridges.

Now that it’s quiet, Arryn tries to hear anything from beyond the double doors of the east building.

Garrivek heads over to the horse and gives it a pat. "Thanks friend." A moment later it dissipates into mist, the magic of Garrivek's summoning spent.

While Arryn listens at the door, Garrivek loots the hobgoblins.

Arryn hears something through the doors -- there's something or things in the building -- but it's too hard to really make out any details through the barrier other than something is moving in there.

The two hobgoblins each have two smokesticks and two thunderstones, as well as two other vials of liquid that don't radiate as magic; they also both have a +1 chain shirt, composite longbow (+3 Str) with 16 arrows, a masterwork light pick, a masterwork longsword, a cloak of resistance +1, backpack, belt pouch, blanket, flint and steel, holly and mistletoe, a mess kit, a spell component pouch, five tindertwigs, five days worth of trail rations, and a waterskin. Between them, they also have a total of 22 gp.

1d20 ⇒ 18

Invisible Arryn wanders over. One of the sets of chain and a cloak rise into the air. "Did you say these were magical? What do they do? I don't have magical ones."

"Oh, there are some creatures or something behind that double door. They might burst through any second."

Arryn would very much like one of each, though the armour especially.

Looking at character profiles, it looks like Vexras could use the other +1 chain shirt and Garrivek could use the other cloak.

The chain mail would be a slight (as in +1 dex) upgrade for Violet, so she'd only take one if no one else could use it. The cloak would also be an upgrade for her, but I'm not too worried about her saves at this point.

She will, however, grab one of the bows and a quiver of arrows.

"Yoink!"

Vexras shakes his head as Violet arches one eyebrow and jiggles the chain shirt at him. ”Ah, no, but you have my thanks. Even if I could not smell the hobgoblin upon it even from this distance, I’m I’ll suited to such things. Too restrictive, I’m afraid.” He pats his simple traveling outfit and smiles. ”This is all I need, my friend.”

I’m not proficient with armor, shields, or any weapons other than my katana

Violet curtsies to Vexras and quickly swaps out armors. She waves in the general direction of Arryn, "Twinsies!"

Aramis hustles over beside the door and prepares to rush in after the others, spells flying!

...Only they're all to busy changing their clothes in the middle of an enemy fort.

"Now?" she whispers. "Seriously?"

Aramis shakes her head and takes a steadying breath. While she waits for the others, she draws her dagger and waits near the door.

Garrivek greedily hands out the loot to the others, pocketing the alchemical substances for himself, and clasping on the magical cloak. While the others swap out amor, he packs up the leftover goods into his backpack and looks over the unidentified vials.

Rolling some stuff to identify the vials of nonmagical liquid. Let me know if you need something else.
Appraise: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Vexras smiles at Aramis and shrugs, ”It will make for a nice story when we get back the others. Perhaps we could say they are changing quickly into our foes’ uniforms to try and sow confusion when the next bit of conflict inevitably erupts, yes?”

Garrivek, you think the liquid is an alchemical concoction common to hobgoblins called fervor juice: This foul-tasting alchemical concoction grants those that imbibe it ferocity for a short period of time. This functions as the universal monster rule of the same name, and lasts for 1 hour from the time you ingest the solution.

Through the double doors Arryn listened at (and heard something behind)?

Arryn will make himself invisible and then study the doors to see if they’re locked and/or trapped.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Violet sheepishly finishes donning her armor and prepares to breach the door. She mumbles under her breath "He started it," then draws her waveblade.

She also checks the door for anything unusual.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

The double doors appear safe to open, though Arryn can no longer hear sounds from the other side.

As the pair report that the doors are safe but the room beyond has gone quiet, Vexras shrugs. "This either means that they are waiting for us now and shall spring a trap upon us as soon as we open these doors, or that whoever was inside has fled, perhaps out some other exit, and the room beyond is empty." He then chuckles with a shake of his head, "My money is on the former. So, shall we throw open these doors with abandon then? I would hate to disappoint our hosts."

Violet nods and opens the doors.

Vexras' bet pays off, as Violet opens the doors, revealing what must be a barracks. Bunk beds fill the large building, each made with military precision. A round table stands to the northwest near a stack of crates and boxes.

More urgently, three hobgoblins stand ready, arrows set to longbows and clearly just waiting for you to enter. Even so, you manage to react more quickly than they do!

Party is up.

Vexras intones a quick spell before rushing into the room and chiding, ”More squatters. Tch. What ever is this world coming to?” He stops beside the figure in the corner, and brings his blade, now crackling with lightning across its length, around in an angular slash.

Shocking Grasp Katana: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28for: 1d8 + 10 + 5d6 ⇒ (2) + 10 + (5, 5, 4, 6, 2) = 34

Swift: arcane pool; Standard: cast shocking grasp; Move: move 6 squares; Free: shocking grasp attack vs Red

dI think Violet can make it to the spot between the table and Orange.

Violet stomps into the barracks and beelines towards the two remaining hobgoblins.

"Consider this your eviction notice." Violet quips with shaky confidence.

She stabs at the hobgoblin.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 + (2, 5) = 21

Taking a five foot step up and right puts Arryn just within 30 feet of green. He materializes as he flings a chair at the green hobgoblin’s skull.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 29
Damage: 3d6 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3, 2) + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 = 24 x 1.5 = 36

Aramis steps into the doorway and casts out her arms, sending a trio of green magical bolts slamming into the...

Whichever hobgoblin is still standing that's nearest to her.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + 3 = 11

You quickly move into the room, Arryn and Aramis' formidable magic taking down the first hobgoblin as Vexras and Violet draw blood from the other two. Garrivek rushes to help, pulling his dorn-duergar as the hobgoblins catch themselves, their weapons flashing. One misses badly, but Vexras just barely fends off the second. It's looking like it might be an easy fight when a fourth hobgoblin appears out of thin air, her double-bladed sword slashing deep into Arryn's side 14 hp!

She smiles, coldly, and says in Common, "I thought I heard some mice in the pantry. It looks like you need exterminating," as she lifts her impressive weapon in a defensive stance.

”Mice are we?” Vexras chuckles and shakes his head chidingly. ”If that is the case, then I have never seen blocks of cheese as ugly as you lot! Mice, indeed.” He cuts across his foe’s chest diagonally at this last, the motion fluid and graceful despite the increasing chaos around them. He then fades back a step and flings a small glob of acid at the newcomer.

Katana: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 2 = 19for: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Concentration (DC 11): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Acid Splash: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25for: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Full Round: spell combat w/ a 5-ft step if the hobgoblin doesn’t die to the sword strike

Stubbornly holding on to the previous metaphor, Violet tries her best, "Well these mice are sheriff mice and they have eviction notices."

It is quite apparent she knows she is bad at this.

She shifts her focus back to killing hobgoblins (specifically orange).

Flurry!: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 + (3, 5) = 25

Flurry!: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 + (2, 4) = 20

Flurry!: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 + (5, 1) = 22

The sword fails to draw blood, but it does seriously disrupt the skeins of force that surrounds him.

”Cats, more like it,” he replies, takes a five-foot step back, gathers power, and flings some more furniture.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 + 1 = 15

Presumably a miss, but just in case.

Damage: 3d6 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5, 4) + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 = 25 x 1.5 = 37
Bull Rush: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 = 15

Aramis startles as the hobgoblin appears beside her, then takes a quick step back (out of reach of the hobgoblin) and casts out her arms. A thick coating of grease appears on the hobgoblin's weapon.

DC 15 Reflex save to avoid her casting grease on the weapon. On a failure, they drop the weapon. Grease lasts 1 minute.

"Yeah! What she said, ya' —— wait, what?"

Garrivek swings his dorn-dergar at the hobgoblin fighting with Violet, not entirely sure she knows much about combat banter.

Using Sudden Insight as a swift action to gain a +3 bonus to this attack roll.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 3 = 22
Magic Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13

Noticing the other hobgoblin near Arryn and Aramis, he growls. "Hey! Where'd you come from?!"

Garrivek takes a step diagonally down and left, leaving him 15 ft. from both nearby hobgoblins.

Arrn hastily flings a piece of furniture but the hobgoblin ducks under it. She hefts her blades, but a second later, it slips from her grasp. She growls -- "Damn elf magic, she growls, reaching down and picking it up as she steps after Arryn, blade swinging around and slashing the former barman. 13 hp

Across the room, Vexras cuts down his foe and splashes the apparent commander with a little acid, though she barely flinches. Violet lands one heavy blow, and can feel ribs snap with the impact, but the hobgoblin stays on its feet, spitting blood in her face. Just as he lifts his blade to counterattack, Garrivek's dorn-dergar smashes into his head and he crumples to the ground.

Violet exhales in relief as Garrivek drops the hobgoblin in front of her.

She maneuvers towards the big nasty hobgoblin and stabs at her with her waveblade.

"I don't think the odds are looking good for you. Might want to surrender before it's too late."

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 10 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 2 + (3, 6) = 23

Arryn repeats his earlier attempt, taking a 5-foot step back, gathering power, and flinging furniture.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 2 + 1 = 21
Damage: 3d6 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2, 5) + 3 + 5 + 4 + 1 = 23 x 1.5 = 34
Bullrush: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 = 17

Vexras wheels around and darts towards their newest foe, gliding across the floor and slipping out the door into the space just vacated by Arryn. He quips, his tone conversational, ”Ah, yes, elf magic can be quite vexxing, I must agree. But, you would remiss if you were to discount our blades and bludgeons as well.”

Katana: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12for: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Movement would provoke an AoO for moving through some threatened squares, which Vexras will happily bait out.

Waiting on Garrivek and Aramis.

Aramis casts out her hands at the hobgoblin, sending a burst of lashing vines springing from her hand and wrapping around the hobgoblin's legs. She clenches her fist and gives a yank, causing the vines to coil around the hobgoblin and pull.

Tanglevine to Trip: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Pulling the hobgoblin down to the ground in a heap. Hopefully! Haha.

Garrivek sidles a little closer the launches his dorn-dergar at the last hobgoblin standing.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 16
Magic Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

The battered hobgoblin withstands Arryn and Violet's blows, but once she loses her feet to Aramis' vines, she's easy pickings, letting you quickly end her life.

A search of her corpse reveals she was likely some sort of officer. She carries 4 oils of magic weapon, a potion of bear’s endurance, a potion of bull’s strength, a potion of cure moderate wounds, four vials of alchemist’s fire, plus a +1 breastplate, five masterwork javelins (5), a masterwork two-bladed sword, a cloak of resistance +1, and a keyring.

You also notice shackled together by 3 feet of iron chain in a far corner of the room are two humans. Both are malnourished and lack any gear. They both look up at you, flickers of hope in their eyes.

"Who Are are you you here to save us?" they ask, words mingling as they speak over each other.

Arryn reaches a hand out towards the iron shackles and they fall away.

"We are now," he replies. If there is food or drink at hand, he floats it over towards the prisoners. "We're from Phaendar, searching for Rangers to help us rid our village of the hobgoblins, but it appears the hobbies did too well of a job with their pre-emptive strikes against the ranger forts. Are you rangers?"