Motteditor's Reign of Winter PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

”Dolls are never mere dolls when witches are involved! We’re wasting time traipsing through this horror-filled cottage when we should be after the Old Crone’s daughters so all this mess can come to an end!” The old wizard then starts rooting through one of the pouches on his hip and mutters to himself, ”Now, just how much bat guano have I got here exactly?”

"That child sized cage in there is empty and fresh cookies are on the stove. What kind of child wouldn't be interested in fresh cookies?" Quinn looks suspiciously at the child sized dolls.

Perception: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (12) + 31 = 43

The dolls range from small animal figurines to life-sized mannequins with articulated limbs painted to resemble beautiful princesses, armored soldiers, and regal kings wearing crowns of gilded foil.

Though Hektir doesn't see anything with his bat-senses, as Tsin goes to touch one of them in her efforts to destroy them, it and five others suddenly animate!

They move to attack, wooden shards flying everywhere as several of them splinter, sending shrapnel into your flesh! Tsin and Quinn take 16 slashing; Mal, Hektir and Pems take 20; Hektir and Pems take 16 more; DC 18 Reflex for half

Their wooden fists hit with painful impact. 11 hp to Tsin; 8 hp to Pems; 13 hp to Mal; 15 and 12 to Hektir

Party is up.

"What th- blast it all! Doll-touching fools! Now look at this mess!"

Knowledge (arcana, DC 19): 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (20) + 26 = 46
Reflex Save (DC 18): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
As the dolls' cut into the old, wrinkled man, the talisman hanging from his neck flares and many of the wounds instantly knit.
Talisman of Healing: 4d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1, 6, 8) + 7 = 25

With a huff, he frowns at the group, "Get to cover, all of you!" and, if they don't, he trusts his earlier magics will ward them from the conflagration he's about to conjure.

delay to the bottom of the round, then drop a rather large fireball at my feet.

CL Check vs SR: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 Hopefully them being wood golems means that this check doesn't even matter? =\
Intensified Fireball (fire): 15d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 4, 6, 3, 6, 6, 2, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3, 2) = 55 Ref Save DC 22 for 1/2 damage

Reflex Save (DC 22): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Sixth round seems fair enough. That's a risky move to fireball yourself there...

Evasion?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20 Pems avoids the explosions, only to be pummeled by tiny fists!

HP 90/98

Pems decides to ward Hektir, granting him +3 deflection to AC and +3 resistance to saves. he then steps back from the monsters five feet and draws his icicle dagger!

Oh, I’m surrounded aren’t I? I can’t fail the cast defensively check, but here’s one anyhow if it’s necessary.
Concentration Check (DC 23): 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (5) + 22 = 27

Round 1, Init 14

Reflex Save v DC 18: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 = 13

Tsin has no desire to step from the room, what with Mal's magic coursing through her veins. She steps into the middle of the three dolls, and lets Sever begin Her work, starting with Yellow. Bane for Constructs

Sever, Power Attack, Bane: 1d20 + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 43 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 14 + 12 + (6) + (6, 3) = 48 damage, including Fire and Bane
Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 30 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d10 ⇒ (1, 1) + 14 + 12 + (9) = 37 damage, including Fire

Second Swing: 1d20 + 20 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 20 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 26 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 14 + 12 + (1) + (4, 2) = 37 damage, including Fire and Bane

Third Swing: 1d20 + 15 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 15 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 28 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 14 + 12 + (1) + (5, 6) = 43 damage, including Fire and Bane

Haste Attack: 1d20 + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 40 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 14 + 12 + (1) + (4, 6) = 40 damage, including Fire and Bane
Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 25 - 4 + 2 + 1 = 34 for 2d4 + 14 + 12 + 1d10 ⇒ (1, 1) + 14 + 12 + (10) = 38 damage, including Fire

Starting with Yellow, then Blue, then Green, should she be so lucky

"Once this room is clear, I'm going to need further healing, before we proceed into the next room..."

Reflex Save v DC 22: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22

Round 1

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 Reflex

Apetir is not leaving the room, nor the fight. He defensively casts Fire Snake to burnify each and every foe.

15d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3, 3, 5, 1, 5, 1, 4, 1, 5, 5, 1, 4, 1) = 50 fire damage vs. DC 21

Not leaving until the Alpha does.

Fire rips through the room, Mal's fireball blasting everyone, while shockingly Hektir's magic seems to show more discretion. Only two of the dolls survive the infernos, and Tsin makes quick work of one of them.

Quinn stabs the other, but his rapier seems to do little against its wooden form and it manages to slam him twice before Tsin returns to end the threat. 14 and 10 hp to Quinn

Fight over.

Reflex save, DC 18: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20

Reflex save, DC 22: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

hp: 70/130

Quinn's suspicious glare is met with a wave of splinters, then a wave of fire, then a doll punches him in the face, twice, before Tsin cuts it down. As the splinters begin to burn Quinn quickly calls for healing.

Channel Heal: 8d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3, 2, 6, 5, 3, 1) = 31

Channel Heal: 8d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 5, 1, 4, 6, 6, 4) = 32

Apetir basks in the glow of the Alpha, taking in the elfman's strength that was not the only thing hyper-endowed by his god.

He stretches and readies his Fire Seeds for another use. He will help Tsin grind the remains of the dolls if it is needed, but will mostly let the crying baby (no, the doll) instruct what is needed next.

Tsin looks about the inside of the cottage, gauging any fire damage now lent to the trapped witch's abode. "My intention was to simply destroy the carvings, Mal. Your eruption might stoke the embers of Baba Yaga's ire, don't you think? Awfully rash application of destructive magics."

The swordswoman enjoys the priest's healing, and debates the next room, and what will besiege them once they enter.

"Bah! We've got her broom and the besom and if we mean to have all the protections I've woven over us intact for her thrice-blasted daughters, then we can't afford to dilly dally and pluck at or grind up individual dolls. If the Old Crone doesn't accept that, then she's free to cast us from her miserable hut and remain at Elvana's mercy." The old wizard harumpfs and moves into the next chamber. "Now, if one of you will be so kind as to open this door, I've got more awfully rash applications of destructive magics to bring about!"

I'll ready another intensified fireball to toss through the remaining closed door if anyone is willing to open it.

I've got haste at 9/16 rounds after Quinn's 2 post-fight channels

Apetir, though not taking orders from Quinn, does decide that Mal’s kvetching has merit and moves to open the door, using his long arms to avoid being in the wake of any blast.

For a slow old man, he certainly can be impatient. But I guess we’re all anxious to have this curse lifted from us so we can enjoy our summer.

So just to make sure, the plan is to open the door and fireball the room where Quinn saw unclaimed cookies?

I'd meant for the top right and still blacked out room to get the scorch; cookie-room being lit made me think it got opened at some point during or before our last kerfluffle

Oh, OK. No, that was just what Quinn saw when he looked in. So, first room first.

A great cast-iron stove in one corner keeps this room is pleasantly warm, its stove pipe extending upward through the ceiling. A plate of cookies sits atop the stove’s cooling shelf, filling the room with a delicious aroma. A small paper placard stands next to the plate. A table with two tall stools stands next to a door to the south, and another door exits to the east. In the far corner of the room, a child-sized wooden cage hangs by a hook from the rafters. The cage is empty, its door hanging open.

The small placard next to the plate of cookies is scribed in Common and reads, “Welcome to Granny’s kitchen. Thank you for coming for dinner. Please come in, have a cookie, and make yourselves at home.” Each of the cookies on the stove has a bite taken out of it.

It turns out the cage isn't quite empty: In the bottom of it is a single child-sized boot, a wax candle with a bite mark in it, and a small, thick stick of wood.

As you read the placard, the stove suddenly unfolds itself into a vaguely humanoid shape whose stovepipe head brushes the 15-foot-high ceiling, the banked fire in its belly immediately roaring to life.

Party can react first.

Round 1, Init 12

Tsin regards the stove for a moment, before stepping away from the door frame, where another gout of fire is likely to erupt. One gout of fire in so many moments is one gout too many, whether it comes from an animated stove, or a deceptively-able wizard.

She sheathes Sever, for what little good the fire will do against the stove, and selects the adamantine warhammer, for a change.

"Good luck, master Mal. Perhaps a touch of cold blast instead of fire? I'll listen to you this time, and remain at a distance."

Arcana: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 Pems nods at Tsin's words. "I can help with cold." He sends a freezing sphere shooting at the thing before anyone charges in.

Freezing Sphere, DC 23 half: 14d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 6, 2, 1, 6, 5, 5, 1, 5, 2, 2, 5) = 49 cold damage
SR check if needed: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

After Pems magic shoots into the room, Quinn leaps forward and slaps the stove. "How dare you spill the cookies, I was looking forward to those!"

slap of chaos, touch attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

fire away, best chance for it to fail a save is now

Knowledge (arcana, DC 24): 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (2) + 26 = 28

"What?! Blast it all, we've found a stove-turned-golem or golem-turned-stove! Either way, magics aren't likely to harm it, but you've got the right idea with that hammer, Tsin." The old mage then flips the hood of his cloak up and retreats to the corner opposite the stove golem.

displaced!

Round 1

Apetir waits for the fires or icings or whatever to happen, the follows Tsin into the room. He uses his superior reach to bite at the furnace like golem.

bite: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31 to hit;
2d6 + 17 ⇒ (5, 2) + 17 = 24 magic damage;

To be clear, Tsin is swapping weapons outside the stove room, out of any line-of-fire through the door frame. Quinn and Hektir making attacks suggests that they're the first into the room to melee the metal man...

After realizing it's immune to fire, Pems blasts the slow-moving furnace and -- though much of it seems to melt away in the heat -- the iceball seems to slow it even more, giving Quinn time to rush in and slap it.

Tsin switches weapons as Mal joins Quinn in the room, followed by Hektir, who attacks the golem, though the blow almost chips his own teeth instead of making a dent it has a good DR. The furnace creature slams back into the ape with a heavy blow that leaves Hektir's head ringing for a moment as it grabs onto him 32 hp, plus 9 fire; plus grabbed (I think? not sure your CMD).

Round 2

With 36 AC, not sure the stove hit to initiate the grapple. CMD is 35.

Apetir roars at the walking chilrenic tandoor, biting again while flailing with teeth and fists.

bite: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39 to hit;
1d6 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 magic damage;

claw: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39 to hit;
1d4 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 magic damage;

claw: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (4) + 22 = 26 to hit;
1d4 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 magic damage;

"Unhand my friend, you iron bully!" cast Liberating Command on Hektir

"I should create a cookie golem to teach cookie waster like you to be more careful." Quinn slaps the stove again.

slap of chaos, touch attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

does Quin take any burn damage for touching a hot stove?

Pems flings a snowball at the nasty oven! Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 12 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 12 - 4 = 15 for 5d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 6, 3) = 12 cold damage!

Round 2, Init 12

Of course it grabs. The next step will be shoving us into its belly.

Tsin heartens to see Quinn at the ready for any releasing, should she get caught, again, by the large forgefire.

She moves into the fray, the adamantine weapon in her hand alien, for the time she's spent with it.

Adamantine Warhammer, Power Attack: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 21 - 4 = 23 for 1d8 + 6 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 12 = 23 damage

Lord... +36 to grapple... Get ready, Quinn...

Malavarius zips over to stand beside Tsin and weaves a quick spell over her hammer, "There you are, my dear. Smash it to bits!"

Your adamantine hammer is now a +4 adamantine hammer for the next 16 hours

Yeesh. That's all I've got for this fight, I'm afraid. All the other spells I've got prepped are affected by spell resistance. >_<

Sorry, you're correct, Hek. Not sure how I managed to mess up the slams.

Pems' spell seems to simply melt as it hits the stove, which lashes out at Tsin as she rushes in 26 hp, plus 7 fire damage, and grappled. Still, slowed as it is, it can't do the same when Mal closes in to enchant Tsin's weapon, in hopes it won't simply bounce off the golem again. Hektir takes advantage of its focus on Tsin, biting and clawing at it, though its tough form proves hard to damage.

Tsin's fears prove accurate as the furnace creature does indeed thrust her into its belly, the flame licking her flesh 9 hp fire damage; DC 30 Str check to bend the bars or you can try to attack them -- Quinn, you could teleport in to grab her, but you'd also take fire damage.

Is any part of Tsin sticking out? Like... a foot?

Nope. She's in the belly of the beast.

Round 3

Apetir continues biting again while flailing with teeth and fists.

bite: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 to hit;
1d6 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24 magic damage;

claw: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (16) + 22 = 38 to hit;
1d4 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25 magic damage;

claw: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39 to hit;
1d4 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23 magic damage;

Quinn pops into the belly of the beast, then reappears with Tsin across the stove from Hektir. "This time it's you who will crumble!" Quinn threatens the cookie defiler.

two moves, hop in and grab Tsin, then hop out to place her in flanking with Hektir

Round 3, Init 12

With the stove in the corner, I'm assuming there's no flanking in the future...

Emerging from the flames, Tsin orients herself for a swift second, before laying into the metal man. Bane- Construct

Adamantine Warhammer, Power Attack, Bane: 1d20 + 21 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 21 - 4 + 2 = 20 for 1d8 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 12 + (2, 5) = 30 damage, including Bane

Second Swing: 1d20 + 16 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 16 - 4 + 2 = 30 for 1d8 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 12 + (2, 5) = 32 damage, including Bane

3rd Swing: 1d20 + 11 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 + 2 = 20 for 1d8 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 12 + (6, 1) = 30 damage, including Bane

Haste Attack: 1d20 + 21 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 21 - 4 + 2 = 39 for 1d8 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 12 + (1, 6) = 28 damage, including Bane
Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 21 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 21 - 4 + 2 = 35 for 2d8 + 12 + 24 ⇒ (5, 5) + 12 + 24 = 46 damage

Dont forget the +4/+4 from greater magic weapon, Tsin!

”Blasted stove!” Malavarius grumbles as he slips backward away from the golem.

Withdraw, begins Hektir is fine.

Blasted thumbs! *behind* behind Hektir is fine!

Realized I missed a rule, so not going to retcon it in, but note that touching it is painful.

Hektir bites and claws at the furnace, its metal exterior now hot enough to burn as it continues to battle back 9 and 6 hp fire damage when you hit it.

Mal retreats, with Pems reaching out to heal Hektir +17 hp from his healing hex, while Quinn takes the opposite tack -- his skin sizzling 5 fire damage as he appears momentarily in the fire with Tsin before pulling her out. She embues her hammer with even more power than Mal already had and brings it to bear. The first hit seems to simply reverberate off it, but great splits appear in the golem's form each subsequent time, before it finally cracks completely in half with the final mighty blow though she takes 9, 8 and 8 hp fire damage in the process.

Combat over.

Apetir sucks his burnt knuckles and lips, wondering why the ample fire protections didn’t protect from the pain.

He will apply some created water to the boiler in an attempt to cool it down before searching the embers for things of interest.

He waits for others to heal, realizing that this fight could have been much worse...and possibly that the doll should have offered some warning of the danger. He glares at the yucky baby doll.

Are you not tracking your protection from energy’s, Hektir? I spent 5 charges from the wand to give us it against everything.

”Thrice blasted stove!” Malavarius kicks the crumpled mass of metal then eyes the door. ”Alright, patch yours up quick. My magics won’t last forever and we should proceed before they dissipate. Quinn, if you’ll peak through the door first, Tsin or Hektir can open it and we can get back to- how did you put it, Tsin? ’Awfully rash applications of destructive magic?’

Quinn expunges a burst of healing, then peers through the remaining door.

Channel Heal: 8d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1, 5, 5, 1, 3, 3) = 27

door sight on the door

As Hektir keeps his eye on the furnace, he notices what looks like a grinning spectre with mad eyes and blood-red hands that twitch and jerk leap from its fragments, through the eastern wall. Among the pieces of broken metal, he notices the charred remnants of a few child-sized bones as well as a singed but still intact sapphire ring worth 2,000 gp

Quinn's quick look through the door reveals gauzy lace curtains hang over the window in a quaint, cozy bedroom. A thick pile of rustic quilts lies folded at the foot of a four-poster bed, atop which sits a tin foot warmer. A wooden rocking chair sits between the windows beside a small table holding a porcelain bowl and pitcher.

Hunched over beneath the room’s 15-foot-high ceiling is an immense green-skinned brute wearing a matching vest and ushanka of wolf fur, his head sticking out to reveal jutting teeth and tusks.

1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36 Know (Local)

Apetir grunts, knowing the nature of the beast, but unable to speak of it others.

Questions: DRs? Resistances? Regen?

"Uuugg, there's a giant green skinned monstrosity and a bed in there, if that's one of the sisters we're in trouble. This looks like a job for you Hektir." Quinn steps away from the door.

"Thrice blasted stove! Alright, patch yours up quick. My magics won’t last forever and we should proceed before they dissipate. Quinn, if you’ll peak through the door first, Tsin or Hektir can open it and we can get back to- how did you put it, Tsin? ’Awfully rash applications of destructive magic?’"

As Quinn describes yet another peril waiting in Baba Yaga's bedroom, she lowers a single brow in Malavarius's direction. "I tire of much larger things capable of embracing me, or tossing me in their oven. Is there any kind of magic that will prevent me from ending up grabbed all the time? I will sacrifice any of my items in trade with Zilvaraat to see it done."

Tsin doesn't approach the door just yet, allowing the elf and ape to look at each other a while, while she inquires about stiffer magical items.

"This looks like a job for you Hektir."

Apetir nods to the Alpha, doing as ordered. He grips his fire seeds loosely, happy to give them to a good new home. When others are ready, he will open the door.

Hektir swings open the door and the creature inside lets out a roar. It seems to move startlingly fast, though Pems still manages to move even faster.

No surprise round. Pems is up for Round 1/2.

Pems lets out a whistle. "Granny Yaga grows 'em big here, doesn't she?" He lays his ward on Hektir, granting him a +3 deflection to AC and +3 resistance to saves until he gets hit or misses a save.

Pems wards Hektir just in time as the troll creature seems to shudder and then attacks, swinging at Hektir with claws and club, and biting at him. The big ape's thick hide and magics seem to be more than enough, though, and none of them get through to hurt him, as the troll seems to move almost jerkily.

Party isup