Motteditor's Reign of Winter PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 5, Init 10

Fortitude v DC 11: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

No longer in melee combat with the rapiered sprite, Tsin sheathes her falchion, and picks up her bow, feeling decidedly useless for the moment.

"Well done, Quinn." She says it with a little rasp, a light trickle of blood tinging the cloak at the neck. "Now let's see if we can't discourage this assault from across the river."

@Mal: I piddlespottingly love you.

Round 5, Init 14

Hektir grunts happily as Quinn pulverizes the offending sprite, offering a long range spit in the direction of the dead fey.

Hektir follows his Sylvan ire with a string of invectives as he begins to twirl his sling and looking for a foe.

"Die you!"

Hektir loses a stone at Sprite#1.

1d20 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 1 + 2 + 1 - 4 = 16 to hit;
1d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7 magic cold iron damage.

Hektir reloads his sling.

1/10 +1 stones used.

Round 5

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Quinn tries to hide his surprise at the effectiveness of his attack, "Well, ah, that's right, little sprites! There's more where that came from!" I hope! Sheathing his weapon, Quinn retrieves his crossbow from the snow and prepares a bolt for the winged beasts across the icy river.

If you guys miss with those magic bullets (the ones for the slings not the kitchen appliances) don't forget you've a chance to recover them!

Tsin and Quinn grab their dropped bows and Pems grabs and loads his sling as one of the sprites just barely dodges out of the way of Hektir's bullet and another easily avoids Mal's fiery blast from the wand. Note that I changed Pems' action.

The sprites fire back from across the creek, two of the arrows sailing harmlessly into the underbrush, but one slamming into Mal's chest. 1 hp, Fort save DC 11 or be staggered 1 round

Round 5, Init Angry!

16 misses!?! Why you little blue smu-- oh, wait, I need my outside voice...

Hektir's jaw drops as his assuredly hitting sling stone misses, as if denied by the winter itself. His fists clench with anger.

Hektir loads a normal slingstone and fires again, unwilling to waste the magic on such a low chance of success.

1d20 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 1 + 2 - 4 = 10 to hit;
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 normal damage.

Hektir unleashes another string of sylvan obscenities.

Round 6

Fumbling the bolt into place, Quinn takes aim at a sprite and fires.

Light Crossbow +4, -4: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 1

...only to see the bolt whipped away in the wintery air. "This will never do, we'll be pincushions before we hit those tiny targets!" Quinn sheathes his crossbow and looks to the icy river, preparing to sprint across the slick surface.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Malavarius frowns deeply as the coruscating beam of reds and oranges sails harmlessly wide of the sprite. His frown deepens even further as another tiny arrow pierces his skin. "Ouch! Blast it, I said that hurts!" The wizard harumpfs grumpily and stomps his way through the think snow until he's in the midst of all his allies. He raises his staff and conjures up a familiar protective curtain.

+1 deflection bonus to AC for any buddies w/in 10 feet of Malavarius

No problem on the changed action!

Pemsworth moves to be beside Malavarius, and squints at the distant fey. He frowns, sticks out his tongue and fires!

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Round 6, Init 10

Tsin eyes the ice with trepidation. "I would join you, Quinn, but it feels dangerous, trying to cross while they continue to shoot." She looks for the previous tracks of the party, hoping Quinn will find some semblance of a worn path to follow.
Locating Cleat Tracks: 1d20 ⇒ 7 +3 for Perception, +5 for Survival

Tsin can't spot any path, the falling snow having obscured your previous crossings, but she is able to hit one of the small fey with an arrow as she sights through the snow. The small creature spins through the air momentarily before it can recover to return fire. As before, the arrow doesn't seem to hurt it as badly as you think it should without any cold iron, but it looks as if its collective wounds are beginning to take their toll.

Pems, Quinn and Hektir's projectiles go wide, the snow continuing to play havoc with their aim but the sprites fair no better, missile toward Hektir and Tsin landing in nearby snowdrifts.

Malavarius points the wand at Sprite #: 1d3 ⇒ 1 and grumpily declares, "See how you like being shot at, you miserable little miscreant! Ha! Not so fun, is it?"

Scorching Ray (ranged touch): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 2 - 4 = 15for: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 5, 4) = 13

Pemsworth loads and fires another bullet!

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Round 7, Init Angry

Hektir draws his shield again as he goes to stand in front of Mal.

Hektir spits and lets another stone fly.

1d20 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 - 4 = 0 to hit;
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 damage.

"Dang nabbit!" Hektir slams down his sling in disgust as the stone goes very very wide. "This is ridiculous. You blue s~%#s shoot worse than we do in his snow. Couldn't you have picked a nicer day to ambush us?!"

"Burn them all, Mal. Burn them good!"

AC=16 & providing cover for Mal. This battle may take a while.

LOL. You can cross the creek if you want; you did so fine last time!

Round 7

can Quinn get a bonus to a running long jump in these conditions? from the PRD, Creatures with a base land speed above 30 feet receive a +4 racial bonus on Acrobatics checks made to jump for every 10 feet of their speed above 30 feet, so the plan is to cast expeditious retreat on himself to get a land speed of 70' then jump the 20' river at DC20 with an acrobatics check at +17.

Quinn chants a quick prayer and his feet briefly shimmer with a magical energy.

Round 7, Init 10

Tsin watches the ray erupt, then notes Hektir's defensive stance. That's right, Hektir. Mal's to be protected. He's wonderfully useful with that wand.

"Excellent strike, Malavarius. Please continue."

Tsin tries her best to contribute. She tries, at least.
Composite Longbow: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12 for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage

Tsin considers spitting herself, but gauges the wind and her untrained skill in it, and barks out a little growl instead. Watching Quinn prepare to advance, she tucks away her bow. "I'll try to remember the path a third time. I'll be right behind you."

Pems is not helping. He can see that. So, instead he decides to help Malavarius hit the dastardly fey!

Aid Another (attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
+4 to Mal's attack rolls!

round 7 continued

Tsin's arrow flies past the sprites, one of which barely manages to avoid the fiery blast from Mal's wand. Pems changed action again and Hektir have as little luck, their sling bullets landing in the bushes nearby.

Quinn meanwhile calls on Cayden's power and moves toward the river. I'm going to rule you can't get a running leap with these conditions.

The sprites return fire, one of the arrows slams into Tsin's chest 2 hp, DC 11 Fort save, though she dodges a second, and another hits Quinn. 1 hp, DC 11 Fort save

Map

Is the river frozen?

Round 8, HP 14/16

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Quinn moves across the ice and draws his rapier, stabbing at one of the tiny archers.

Rapier +2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

(move to J4, attack sprite at I4)

...and possible another crit, for the confirm...

Rapier +2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Ha, little archers, fear my blade!" Quinn eyes his own blade suspiciously. I bet the kooky old wizard cast some enchantment that makes me effective, Hektir certainly knows I've never been this good

Round 8, Init 10

Fortitude v DC 11: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Tsin jolts in place, forced to stand her ground from the arrow's blow. She does her best to not get hit again, watching Quinn prepare to cross. There's so much melee over there. It's where I need to be.

Standard action only, Total Defense, +4 to AC for 1 round.

"I'll join you in a moment, Quinn. I've been struck. Quite inconvenient."

She pays particular attention to Quinn's trek across the ice.

Damn fine set of rolls you got there, Quinn :)

Yes, Pems. And I need to know your exact movements, Quinn.

Pems will sigh, stow his sling and draw his short sword in preparation for charging after Quinn!

Quinn would take a direct path on the ice; F8, G7, H6, I5, J4 (despite the fact that G7 looks very suspicious on the map :) unless he sees something to cause him to go around it. With a 70' move he can cover 7 squares at half movement for ice, so I think he has a few extra steps for avoiding a bad looking spot.

Round 8

Hektir puts his shield on (+2 to AC).

Hektir takes total defense, still standing in front of Mal.

"I got you, Mal! You just burn them good!"

AC: 22. And cover for Mal and anyone else who wants to stand behind us and is shooting.

Isn't that going to give him a -4 to hit too?

Malavarius points the wand once more at Sprite #1.

Scorching Ray (ranged touch): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 4 = 10for: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 3) = 17
"Bah!"

I don't know WHAT you mean, Quinn...

Tsin, suffering from the cold, prepares to dodge any further missiles as Mal fires again into the snow, the sprites easily dodging the fiery blast.

Pems gets ready to charge as Hektir takes up a protective stance.

Quinn dashes across the ice, his speed carrying him over one section that suddenly collapses beneath his feet, the icy covering falling into the dark water below. The momentum carries his blade through its swing, slashing the small sprite in half, much to the horror of its companions.

"Pym!" one of them screams.

They drop their bows and, pulling swords, concentrate their attacks on Quinn but their wild swings don't even come close to the cleric.

Map

Pems charges to K-6, his feet finding perfect purchase even on the slippery ice. He swings at the first sprite!

CHARGE!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Round 9

Hektir maintains his presence guarding Mal, but does take the time to cheer on Pems and Quinn.

"You get them, boys! Shove their $(*+@ right up their $#%@++es!! Don't come back here without 3 of them ready to stuff!"

Total defense again.

Round 9, HP 14/16

"Two of you down and two to go, and I'm the weak weapon arm in this party! Just wait till the Butcher gets here, she'll do twice the damage in half the time!" Quinn taunts the little sprites even as he slashes again at them.

attack sprite at J4, Rapier +2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

crit confirm!?!?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Round 9, Delay Init after Quinn

Tsin waffles. Quinn's finding his stride nicely. Slayer of Vrixx, indeed.

Waiting on Mal as I don't know if he'll want to fire the wand into melee.

Quinn slashes a second sprite, his blade cutting deep, but the small fey seems to still have some fight left in it. Tsin and Pems charge in too, to try to finish off one of the the injured enemies, but their foe is able to just duck under their blades.

Map

I-10, I-9, J-8, J-7, K-6

Malavarius points the wand at one of the tiny sprites, then lets the tip drop down as Quinn, Tsin, and somehow even short little Pemsworth manage to constantly be in the way.

"Oh bother and... and... piddleSPOT!" He stows the wand back in the depths of one of his voluminous sleeves and frowns at the ice. "Zeno! Zeno? Where are you, blast it all! I need you to carry me across this frozen stream, you glorified goose!"

Zeno pokes his head out from behind the steeple of the wizard's hat, "I told you before you're too heavy! Use your feet for pity's sake!"

Malavarius looks at the ice, then up at the underside of his hat's brim, then back to the ice, then to Hektir. "I think the bird is full of bad ideas. Terribly bad and awful ideas."

Move Action: stow wand
Standard Action: Total Defense

As Hektir and Mal keep guard on the far side of the river, the two sprites fly around their attackers, swinging futilely at the two mages.

Quinn, Tsin and Pems can each take an attack of opportunity (AC 17); they've got 10 hp and DR 2, so it's possible you'll actually kill them before they get across the creek.

Quinn slashes again at the little sprite as it zips away.

AoO, Rapier +2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

ATTTACKKK: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Round 10

Hektir grins as the blasted fey come his way to attack *him*.

OH BOY!

Hektir draws his scimitar and attacks.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 to hit;
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 damage.

"Take that you little bugger!"

That will kill sprite 2; Quinn and Pems, you can also post your regular Round 10 action.

Tsin just manages to make purchase on the opposite shore, and lashes out with exasperation as she watches the sprites fly back across the river.

AoO v AC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 for 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11 damage

Sorry I wasn't quicker to post :(

And that will kill the final sprite.

Quinn will take the time to search the tiny corpses on his side of the river. (perception 32) "Little buggers should have flown away when they had a chance, I wonder why they hate us so much that they would fight to the death?"

"Be a dear, would you, Hektir? See to my bow before you cross over? Much obliged." Tsin looks for the sprites' bows. "The cold injury from these weapons- is it from the bow, or is it in the arrows themselves?" If the bow is in miniature, she takes one. Token or amusement, or both? It matters little, now that the wielders are dead and unable to be offended.

"They are certainly making it hard to negotiate peace." Tsin keeps an eye on frozen river, willing any water creatures to remain asleep. "Fawfein. Pym. Vrixx. Quite a body count we're amassing, don't you think, Quinn?" Tsin looks up quickly. "Ah! Speaking of bodies..."

Tsin makes her way cautiously back across the river. She secures her bow, produces some rope, and tries to make quick work of the white stag. She secures the legs, and pulleys the body upwards, using a supportive branch. She works the hide, more by pulling than with her knives.

Tsin will process the full deer within 4 hours if not stopped. Otherwise, she'll secure the tenderloins, then loins, then steaks, then ribs, and so on, until interrupted.

All three sprites have a miniature short sword and shortbow with 12 arrows saved for Diminutive creatures and 14 gp. The atomie has a miniature rapier.

"Blasted, bedevilish, bullysome fey! Zeno! Remind me later to find a spell that explodes fey, will you? That'd teach these troublesome little imps a thing or two. Ha!"

"There has been a great deal of opposition, both from wintery beasts and human foes. And none that want to help us either, you know it's strange that..." Quinn turns to find Tsin is already walking back across the river, her attention on the white stag. "Well, Pems, dinner tonight should be good. Maybe we can make the lodge by nightfall and relax by the fire with a rack of ribs roasting on the spit."