Motteditor's Module Madness PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

"Then you had best get in here and stop them from hurting any of us!" She keeps up her guard, but doesn't attack again, muttering in Skald, "Kom få din gris, innan jag avslutar den jävla odjuret!"

Full defense, AC is now 23

Mace, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 4 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Cheer up Philgor!" Shackleton says conversationally, as 400lbs of tusk and muscle stare him dead in the face. "We couldn't do it justice here on the road. It needs a proper marinade, wine, cloves, pepper... some nice jam tarts and a mug of dark beer to wash it down. Blast... Now I'm hungry."

Clever, Lyra. Is that using your Summon Nature's Ally SLA, though? If so, I think that means Olive can't be there.

Lyra summons a trio of eagles, which immediately being circling the area, looking for a half-orc as Philgor and Shackleton start beating on the nearest boar, though the big human takes a tusk to his forearm as he does 7 hp.

Vegazi mutters something inaudible in orcish as she switches her weapons and moves to help Lisbet; Argus taking up the guard position behind you all.

The boars try to gore you with little success as the scared family stays huddled behind the impromptu shield wall.

Philgor takes another swing at the boar hoping it will lose interest in the group.

Punch in the Head: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Nonleathal: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Your right Shackleton. Boar should be smoked for several hours to bring out the proper flavor. I find a combination of hickory and apple wood works best for wild games like these."

The half-elf enjoys the walk outdoors. Though she misses her usual traveling companion....

Sorry that could have been more clear, but no Olive. :) Party is up?

Lyra watches the forest for any commotion the eagles may cause.
Lyra delays, let me know if you want me to roll anything for eagles.

"Hickory? She shrugs to say 'each to their own.'

Mace, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 4 = 6 Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"... and some nice slices of boar bacon. Goes down a treat with some vensison!" he says, growing so distracted that his swingf goes wide.

Lisbet growls in frustration, shifts the grip on her sword and thwacks the cut boar a hard blow across it's neck. Somehow it's not the same! All the while, her spirits try to pull her shield away from her.

Attck, NL: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 4 = 19 for Damage, NL: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Less talking. More fighting." Argus warns.

These animals might be controlled, but it's still better to kill one of these than risk those kids...he looses the crossbow bolt at one of the boars.

Masterwork heavy crossbow, point blank shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 17
damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Philgor pummels the closest boar, the blow to the head staggering it as it takes a step backward, snorts twice and then falls first to its knees and then over, eyes rolling back into its head.

Argus takes a more lethal approach, his bolt hitting the creature, before Lisbet thumps it with her sword, sending it also into a deep sleep.

One of the hawks begins circling a spot in the woods, behind a hill to the south of the trail.

We can go out of combat, for the moment.

Argus breathes a sigh of relief as the giant pieces of angry pork become a lot less angry. "Next time, menu planning after fighting."

He looks up at the eagles, but has no real reference for what birds do. "Any luck spotting whoever keeps sending these beasts after us? I'm much better at making things explode than knocking them out."

He pulls the coil of rope from his pack, cutting a 5-foot length and tying the two boars to one another. Gingerly, so as to not wake them. When they wake up, they'll have to spend some time stumbling around and chewing through the silk rope before they can decide to kill us again.

"That should be our quarry," Lyra points to the eagle to the south. "I'll check it out. Follow if your able. You should be safe here for the moment," she tells the steaders.

Lyra moves with haste & an arrow knocked towards the hill.

I thought I posted that last night.

"Not alone you don't!" Lisbet in a smooth motion Lisbet wipes the boar's blood on her gambeson's sleeve and follows Lyra.

Shackleton claps his hands together. "The game's afoot!"

Philgor stays with the family as a guard and protector. He gathers them up says, "We will follow them in case they need help. Stay close to me."

They follow at a slower pace.

Do the farmers have any weapons?

As Philgor and Argus deal with the family which has daggers and unconscious pigs, Lyra, Lisbet and Shackleton hare off to the south.

As the trio rounds the hill, they see a third boar scrambling away, while a red eagle circles overhead, keeping away from Lyra's summoned bird.

"Boars don't normally run away... not in my experience..."

"Stealth or speed? asks the half elf. She chooses the latter, unless someone suggests otherwise. Not much interest in the boar, she looks for signs of their true quarry.
Perc: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d20 ⇒ 14 (+5 nature? +1 survival?)

You know enough to know that eagle's behavior doesn't seem normal, nor the boar's. A creature that could control animals and force them into attacking could likely take an animal's shape.

Argus reloads the crossbow, so that he is ready if anything else happens, and makes sure his baton is ready to hand.

"Cracked shells! That boar is probably Vegazi's sister!" Lyra loses an arrow at the creature. "Lisbet stop that boar!
bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23,
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 2

She looks at the sky, and silently adds "or she could be the eagle."

Lyra's arrow hits the boar as it moves away through the underbrush. Party is up.

Argus will Delay until something happens, since he's on the defensive.

Philgor continues to lead the farmers toward the rest of the group. He hands a spear to the farmer and a short sword to his wife, "These will help you protect your children until we reach safety. Stay close to me."

"How many sisters does Vegazi have?" She runs as fast as she can after the boar, hoping that it chooses to stand and fight rather than lead her a merry chase in the woods.

"Nine, I think she said," Lyra says hoping to reduce the number by one as she shoots again.

bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25+1 for point blank? -4 for into combat? 1d8 ⇒ 8

"So there might be two sisters here?" Lisbet shouts as she continues to barrel after the boar.

Running as fast as I can in armor!

Produce Flame (touch): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Shackleton will conjure up a crackling blast of mutlicoloured light, hurling the firecracker at the fleeing boar while continuing his brisk jog.

As Philgor, Vegazi and Argus remain with the family, Lyra, Lisbet and Shackleton race after the boar, which squeals in pain as the flame and arrows hit it.

It runs away, pulling away slightly, as the eagle circles above. It moves 70 feet south, which I don't have space for on the map; so add 70 feet to the distance that's represented there. :)

Lyra races ahead and fires another arrow at the boar. "I don't remember how many we've seen. Could be two!"

Move 30 ft. (45 from boar)bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23,
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Anyone else want to do anything?

Just Gumpin' along after the boar!

Since Argus and Vegazi are looking after the family and the boars Philgor will head out towards the sounds of combat.

Philgor charges off toward the fight to the south as Lyra peppers the boar with another arrow, Lisbet rushing along with her. Shackleton rushes along as well, as quickly as his legs will carry him, the boar pulling away again as it charges through the underbrush.

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"The eagle. Its gone."

We may have backed the wrong horse...or boar as the case may be.

Argus will keep delaying.

With a few arrows in it the boar should be easy enough to track. Lyra concentrates on her summoned eagles. Find the eagle. The eagle is now my enemy.

"Track the boar or move on to the next stead?"
I assume the eagles will have no luck.

"Fighting is hard work but netter than chasing a boar through the woods. Let's get on to the next stead."

OK then, let's get these people into town."
unless my eagles find the eagle.

The eagle does seem to have disappeared, leaving you alone again with the family.

Let's gather up and head to the next farm stead.

Lyra looks to the first two animals. She administers a little first aid if needed or asks Shackleton to provide a little butchering if that seems more humane.

"Has anyone noticed an eagle during the previous attacks?" she whispers to the others as they continue to the next farm.

"Do you have much in the way of wild turtles hereabouts?" Lyra asks the steader family about the local fauna.

Not happy about letting one go, but glad to stop the impossible race with the boar. "Let's get on now. Maybe we chased the sisters off well enough."

"I hope so. These attacks are slowing us down. We need to hurry up and get back to town. I hate to think about what is happening back there. If we don't get moving there may be nothing to return to."

The boars harvested, you continue on. By evening, you reach a little house that sits on a level field about a half-mile from the road. Trees surround the home and a small garden is planted in front; these splashes of green provide contrast to the otherwise rocky, dusty terrain. The house is built to weather the elements, and has a wide porch, a fresh coat of paint, and windows open to let in the breeze. A sun parlor on the northeast side of the house features large glass windows instead of walls.

Lyra asks the family to introduce the group to their neighbors. Then she explains the recent events in Arvad stead and the mayor's request that the outlying families return to the safety of the town.

Philgor circles the house looking for any signs of trouble.

"Perhaps they didn't hear us," Lyra says. "Or we are too late. Find anything Philgor?"

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Philgor yells from the back of the house. "It's getting dark back here!"