Motteditor's Realm of the Fellknight Queen (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

He might be away indeed. I imagine one of his standing stays quite busy. As uncouth as it is we should check the cabin as well. Anything couldve happened and Id hate to see us waiting around when the answer could lie just inside...

He trailed off as dark thoughts overtook his typical positive way of thinking.

...anyways, Ill see if the door is open. Mabe spread out and see if theres any clues to our absent host's where about's

The magus will walk back to the druid's abode and check to see if the door is open.

Kreg stares at the runes, seemingly fascinated by them. "Whoa...thesh are huge." He is too distracted to hear Koremar mention heading back to the cabin.

As much as I dislike invading ones privacy in such manners, I think it might be wise to do as you suggest Koremar.

Cyrus turns away from the strange stones to follow the magus to the cabin. He almost starts to walk away before he notices that Kregimie isn't following. Instead of accompanying the others he decides that he might as well spend a moment with the huge monoliths and Kregimie.

Call if you find anything! he exclaims before addressing Kreg in a tone more appropriate for conversation Impressive, aren't they...

The door opens into a homey cabin, with a large bearskin rug covering the cabin’s floor before a stone fireplace along the far wall. A handcrafted table sits in the southwest corner next to a cabinet cluttered with empty cookware.

Sitting in a chair at a table is an older human wearing some type of splint mail and a scimitar. He looks up as you enter, Koremar, seemingly surprised.

"Eh? Who're you and what're you doing in my cabin?"

Abigail had been too caught up with the monoliths to notice Koremar simply entering. She moves behind quickly to join them.

"Pardon our intrusion Devarre, but we called your name... and the times demand we press you and forget for now the usuals forms of diplomacy."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"Hmm. Never too pressing to forget to knock. And if you called my name, I didn't hear it. You should speak up, girlie, I'm not as young as I used to be."

With all due respect sir. We did knock and we called out. We didnt get an answer so feared the worst. With times as they are we took the liberty of entering your abode. Our apologies. We are here seeking your council on combating the Fellnight Queen Rhoswin.

Cyrus hears the faint sound of conversation coming from the log cabin and realizes that the others might have found something. He puts an gauntlet hand on Kregimies shoulder and leads the fascinated gnome away from the rocks and towards the cabin. Ace runs ahead, curious about this druid.

Come on, it sounds like they found something he blinks to Kregimie It might even be more exiting then these stones - otherwise I might show you a small trick of my own...

Kreg hears Cyrus talk of more excitement in the other direction and does his best to follow his new friend.

He decides to perform one of his trademark flips but isn't able to concentrate on the landing. He turns over in midair before landing on his backside. "Whooo...ahhugh!!"

Cyrus notices in the corner of his eye Kregimies misfortune. He quickly turns back and heads over to help him regain his feet again.

How are you doing ? Still reeling from the ale ? I cannot blame you - that was the strongest spirits I ever had ... he adds without any hint of mockery or irritation Want me to carry you back to the cabin?

"Rhoswen? Eh, who's that? I'm not that interested in fighting anyone, certainly not at night."

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

I'll be out of town Thursday, and probably not online. I should be getting home sometime Friday. Happy thanksgiving to anyone celebrating.

Abigail moves behind Cyrus and invokes quickly a simple prayer to see magical auras. She then smiles and bends her head to take a long look at the druid, for his behaviour is confusing her.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Heal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Compulsion... Interesting!

Abigail turns to face away from the druid, they speaks very softly to her companions, hoping the druid is truly hard of hearing: "He seems under a spell... I will try to dismiss it. Cover me discreetly as I do so."

She moves to the back of the room, putting distance between her and her intended target, turns around and moves her hand quickly, softly asking Erastil to free the druid of his bonds.

Casting Dispel Magic Caster Level check to dispel: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Cyrus, Ace and Kregimie silently watches the strange looking druid as Abigail speaks. Cyrus makes a quick and discreet prayer to Andoletta, hoping that the Clerics magic works.

@Kregimie: I moved us to the cabin, when you post again you could mention exactly how if you want, or do something else if you don't want to follow

The magus wasnt sure how a druid of Devarre's abilities came to be under a spell of any sort and he hoped fervently that Abigail was able to counter it. He tried to keep the man focused on him instead of the priestess.

We're not looking for a fight either. We just want to talk. Have you seen anything out of the ordinary lately?

@Kregimie: I moved us to the cabin, when you post again you could mention exactly how if you want, or do something else if you don't want to follow

Not a problem, thanks. Kreg will take you up on the ride though.

After Kreg gets carried back to the cabin by Cyrus, he stands there with his mouth ajar watching Abigail work her magic.

"Well, there's a lot of mist around," the druid dryly answers Koremar.

Abigail, nothing seems to happen when you cast your spell. And while Devarre tries to hide any reaction, you think he did notice you cast.

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

Hmmm... Could he be under a more potent spell? I need a prayer I haven't prepared then. But I'll wait some first. Maybe it's my paranoia playing tricks...

"Devarre, we have been attacked by spriggans, acting as vanguard for an invasion from a dark fey realm, under the control of a Queen named Rhoswen. We are looking for help in understanding and fighting this threat. Is there anything you might know?"

She studies the druid further, hoping to understand what she feels is wrong with him.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Please listen to the lady - evil wins when good fails to act.

adding some slight dose of diplomacy to grease the wheels: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

“I’ve hunted for the source o' the spriggans and mist, but it’s a big forest, so I haven’t had much luck. There are a few places I haven’t looked yet. If we split up, maybe we could cover more ground?”

"There's a canyon a few hours north that I've been thinking of checking when these old bones are up for it."

Abigail, you definitely think he's moving in a strange manner and there's an odd hesitation before he talks, but you still aren't sure what magic is affecting him.

I hope he takes it the right way.

"That sounds like a good place to start. When could we leave... Master Devarre, pardon my frank speaking, but are you suffering from some disease or condition that hinders your movement and speech?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Koremar watched the druid with alarm after Abigail's warning. He made no attempt to hide the fact as he cast Detect Magic and concentrated on the man. Searching for an understanding of the dweomer.

Cyrus focuses his divine gift on the druid and tries to lock his gaze with him. He looks for any trace of darkness in them, determined to figure out what appears to ail this man.

"Going separate paths might be an unwise plan - alone one might succumb to the dark fâe."

Detect Evil, focusing on the druid

The druid glares at you, Abigail. "Huh. Just because I don't age as gracefully as you doesn't mean you need to be rude, missy! I'd say you can leave right now if you want."

Suddenly the druids stiff movements and unhelpful attitude all makes sense ... He whispers as silently as he can to his companions:

I think he is possessed ...

Cyrus tries to gauge the druids physical prowess, to see if he has any chance of restraining him by force if an exorcism seems necessary.

Abigail tries to keep a warm smile as she approaches him, hands open and palms up: "I'm sorry if I've offended you Devarre. It was not my intention."

As she gets near enough, she tries to surprise the druid, reaching for the arrowhead around her neck, she invokes Erastil's protection, trying to touch the druid:"Old Deadeye protect you!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Casting Protection from evil (Will DC 15) to protect him long enough to talk to him.
Touch attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Hmm... I hope he's also flat-footed!

The druid seems surprised as you suddenly cast out and touch him, and grows enraged as the spell apparently has no effect.

"Foolish mortals," he suddenly says, in a voice that sounds almost as if it were overlaid by a second, almost electric voice. "You shall pay for that."

Sense motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Will save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Initiatives:
Devarre: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Abigail: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Cyrus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Koremar: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Finn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Knowledge/Arcana - 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

...possession?...what did master sicsivicus say about that?...more and more lessons i shouldve paid more attention to...

That sounded like a threat. There is only way to react to a threat.

Koremar called upon his innate talents and brought a spell to his fingertips.

Concentration check to Cast Defensively - 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 5 = 31 vs DC 21

Touch Attack - 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Force Punch = 7d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 1, 4, 4, 3) = 20 Damage and Fortitude DC 18 or he's pushed 15' back

Spell Penetration if necessary - 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Abigail tenses as her spell seems to fail: "What madness is this! We mean you no harm Devarre! Erastil dispels these mists!"

Casts Invisibility Purge (35 ft radius), then brings her mace to bear.

Curses...

With the sound of an elephant in a porcelain shop (and about equal grace) the armoured knight crashes thru the room and into the druid. He grasps after him with a bear-hug and tries to restrain him, before whatever malevolent spirit that controls him attempts some wicked magic.

"Sorry, this is for your own good"

Move action to get adjacent with the druid, then a standard action to grapple (this provokes). Free action to get Ace to follow his lead.

Grapple roll 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Wooof!

Following Cyrus lead, Ace leaps tru the room more gracefully then his master. He quickly circles around the druid and tries to lock his fearsome jaws around the druids wrist, pulling him down towards the floor in the process.

You seems to have forgotten to roll initiative for Ace and Sacha, so I will roll for Ace atleast. If you want them to act on their masters initiative, feel free to ignore that roll =).

Move action to try and get adjacent and in a flanking position on the druid. This might provoke an attack of opportunity. Then a standard action to grapple (also provoking, I hope he don't have combatreflexes/is armed).

Initiative Ace1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Grapple Ace1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 (I don't think flank acually helps on grapples, but if it does, feel free to add +2 to that roll =)

It seems Kreg didn't get an initiative also. So many individuals to keep track of in this skirmish! It's OK, he will ready an action this round. Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Having heard Cyrus' warning that the druid is possessed, Kregmimie pulls down his longspear but is unsure of what to do.

Abigail didn't direct Sacha to attack. For now it stays put.

Sorry, I tend to put animal companions at the PC's initiatives. Kregimie, I didn't forget you, though I did use the name of the gnome in my other campaign who's using the same avatar (Finn). Sorry about that.

Abigail calls upon Erastil for clear vision, but nothing appears in the area with you as she pulls her mace.

Koremar's attack seems more effective, though, as his blow sends the druid flying across the cabin and drawing a cry of pain and rage. 20 hp damage

The druid casts a spell, pulling his scimitar and gestures for you to approach. "You'll pay for that, little mortals."

As Cyrus nears, he swings the blade, slashing the paladin, with a blade that seems to emanate a fell chill. 13 points damage, 5 from cold The blow seems to throw off the fetchling's timing, and he's unable to grab the druid.

However, with the druid distracted, Ace is able to close in and pounce on him, hampering your foe's movement. Both are effectively grappled

Spellcraft - 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

Ware his blade, he's enchanted it.

Koremar draws Mai'Tahl and he moves closer to Devarre as he whispers words of power. His right hand glows with a pale blue radiance as he reaches out to the possessed druid with his frigid touch

Touch attack - 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Damage - 4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 3) = 15 and he is staggered

The druid blocks Cyrus with a flash of his curved blade, causing him to instinctively winch back a few steps and failing in his endeavour. The cut is shallow, his armour absorbing most of the force. Still, a few drops of pale red blood stains his bleak appearance. Seeing as Ace managed to get an hold on the druids arm Cyrus once again silently thanks the heavenly powers for his blessed companion.

Good! Now, get him down he shouts encouragingly to the hound as Koremar shouts his warning.

He quickly throws a glance at the wound on his arm, curiously finding that a few drops of blood appears to have frozen solid on his armour even thou he don't feel especially cold. Now look at that ! Weird.... After this brief moment of pause he turns his attention back at the druid, drawing his greatsword from its sheet, intent on giving the druid a good whacking.

Move action to draw the sword, then a standard action to smack it across the druids head (attempting to deal non-lethal damage).

Attack roll 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Dmg 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13

Cyrus has cold resistance 5 from his racial heritage, so is currently down 8 hp

Grrrrrr...!

Ace growl in suppressed by the arm of the druid which currently resides in his mouth. He rolls his eyes at his masters command - of course I know that I should get him on the ground!. He sighed. Sometimes he wondered if the air really was that thin up there where the two legers had their head, and that was why they felt compelled to state the obvious all the time.

The large hound drags the druids arm towards the floor with all his might, trying to pin him with his body before he slips away.

Cmb roll to maintain grapple (assuming the druid don't escape on his turn): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 (both have -2 on their CMD since their dex is lower when grappling)
Move the druid to a pin as part of the roll. If the druid escapes Ace will use his move action to pursue him and a standard action to grab him again (provoking, use the same roll but subtract 5).

Abigail hesitates as the wolf seems to have taken a hold of the druid. She points a finger to the druid and shouts in anger, targeting the druid's holy symbol: "Ol' Deadeye rid you of your possession!"

Cast Shatter (sunders a single solid, non-magical object; For DC 16) on its holy symbol if I see it. If not, on his scimitar.

The druid casts a spell, pulling his scimitar and gestures for you to approach. "You'll pay for that, little mortals."

"Wait, is he calling me short?!" Kreg says out loud. Seeing his friend's blades slash the druid, he is confused on the task at hand. "Don't we want him to live?" he yells as he gets into position to stab at the druid with his longspear if he tries to get on his feet.

If we can keep him alive we will Kreg but can we risk that at the perils of our own lives? Cyrus does have the right idea of it though.

...intersting...I wasnt trained in the use of the flat part of my blade but it looks like it could be useful in just this type of situation...

Abigail's spell has no effect as she casts it on the druid's blade, but Koremar's seems to wrack him with pain, as his skin turns almost blue from the cold. 15 hp, 35 total; staggered for 1 round

As Kregimie maintains position, ready to help if needed, Devarre struggles to free himself from the hound's grasp. It appears at first as though he won't be able to break free, but as Ace tries to maneuver him for a pin, the hound loses his grip on the druid's arm. Devarre failed his CMB check to escape, but Ace then failed his to maintain the hold.

His struggles leave him open for Cyrus' attack, however, and the fetchling slaps his foe across the face with the flat of his blade, snapping the man's head back. 35 hp damage, 13 hp subdual

As the fight goes on, you all get the feeling Devarre is almost struggling against his attacks, almost as if he were fighting not only you but whatever might be making him engage in this battle.

Round 3 actions, please.

Abigail motions for Sacha to grab the druid: "Hold him down Sacha!"

Abigail uses all her concentration to direct carefully her companion (handle animal for the cougar not to hurt the druid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Sacha's grapple check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32
(claw damage in case: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9)

The magus recalls that he has a spell that would be perfect for their effort. He could see Devarre struggling and hoped fervently that he was still in there somewhere and would be able to find himself again. He whispered in a cold voice and reached out to touch the druid again.

Touch Attack - 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Frostbite Non-lethal Damage - 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

and Devarre is now fatigued

Cyrus hears Kregimies concern "I don't think he was picking you personally ... I don't think its his fault"

He resumes his attempt to subdue the druid - he didn't like beating people, but whatever vile force that drove the druid must be stopped. The look on Ace face cheered him up a little however-

Full attack to inflict non lethal damage.
Attack roll 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 dmg 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 = 14
Attack roll2 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 dmg 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 5) + 7 = 18

edit confirm crit 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Ace pulls the druid down with all his might - and with a loud rip a large piece of the druids shirt arm tears of and the dog lands painfully on his but with confused look on his face.

*Cough* Ace spits out the cloth and tries to get the bad taste out of his mouth.

I'd like to make an addendum: If the druid drops before or during Cyrus attack I'd like to stop attacking him - feels very un-paladinlike to strike someone unconscious (and it might be harmful for him)

Sacha leaps on the druid, apparently too caught up in the melee to restrain herself, as her claws slash across his chest as she grabs hold. 44 hp damage, 13 hp subdual

Koremar adds to the fray, calling on his arcane might to freeze the druid. 44 hp, 26 subdual, fatigued

Frozen, slashed and beset, the druid again tries to escape the grapple, struggling to get to his feet as Cyrus steps up and slams him across the head again.

The man crumples to the ground, apparently unconscious.

A few moments later, as you struggled to catch your breath after the quick but furious battle, his mouth opens and light comes pouring out, manifesting as a glowing white ball about 1 foot across.

"What the?" Kreg blurts out as he attempts to strike the ball of light.

Longspear: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24, damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 plus 1d6 ⇒ 1 acid damage