Motteditor's Reign of Winter PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Round 2, init 16

Quinn sadly fires upon the advancing guards, disappointed that so many would choose death over cooperation against the evil witches. "Has this land frozen your hearts so deeply that you cannot feel for the families destroyed by the child stealing witches?"

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 4

and possible crit...
crit confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 1
...or not

Round 2, Init 20

Hektir looks at the woman, then at the other 5 foes.

"You get her, Tsin, I'll get the rest. Call me if you need me. Besides, this ain't big enough for the both of us." Hektir says. "Or you can bring her out to us in the courtyard...might be better. I know how much you like playing with multiples at once."

Hektir moves up to next to the door on the bottom of the map. (two squares north of the woman)

Hektir will ready a strike.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 to hit;
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 damage.

So you're going back down to the courtyard?

Uhm, yes? I didn't realize the side sections were really higher and separate from the courtyard. If there isn't good ways up/down, then Hektir will stay, keep his ready and stay where he is. Sorry.

Round 2, Init 15

Tsin moves up to engage the woman, hoping to catch her off balance as she closes the distance. She feels a certain morbid relief as she engages her foe, as the archers are less likely to shoot their comrade in the back.

MW Cold Iron Longsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 damage

Thank you, Dicebot, may I have another...

Malavarius points the wand at one of the crossbowmen, "Oh, blathering blatherskeit, more of them. Dash it all, Zeno, can't an old man be invited in for tea anywhere these days? Hmpf. These are dark days we live in, Zeno. Dark days indeed. Piddlespot!"

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22for: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 2, 2) = 16
Crit?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20for: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2, 1) = 9 LOL!

Pems moves to back up Quinn as Mal's wand catches one of the crossbows, who burns out in a phosphorus-like blaze, his silhouette remaining against ash coating the tower wall.

Nadya, staying behind the cover of the statue, launches another arrow toward the soldiers, but it slams harmlessly into the icy parapet. Quinn has more luck, his bolt catching the closest guard, who cries out in pain as it finds a weak point in his armor and pierces his shoulder, the tip coming out the far end. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he quickly reloads his weapon and fires a bolt, hitting the cleric in the shoulder in return, though Quinn's armor keeps all but the point from penetrating. 1 hp

Hektir retreats into the courtyard as Tsin closes with the woman, catching a tentative swing of her sword on her armored forearm and testing her with her own blade. Hey, that demoralize saved Tsin a wound. The woman parries back, clearly testing Tsin's defenses in the same way Tsin is testing hers.

The last two crossbowmen fire toward Hektir, one bolt grazing his arm as looks for a vantage point to continue the fight. 1 hp

Round 3, init 16

"Look to the shadow that remains of your friend, have you guards any sense? Lay down your weapons now, or you'll all be ash on the wind!" Quinn fires again on the guard damaged by his first bolt.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Pemsworth and Quinn, don't forget each of you also got a helping of protection from arrows!

Malavarius looks down at the wand with wonder then shrugs and points it at another one of the crossbowmen. "Piddlespot!"

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21for: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 2) = 16

"Ha ha! You know, Zeno, I think I might be getting the hang of this wonderful little contraption. Marvelous!"

Round 3, Init 20

Hektir shrugs at the foe and nods with admiration as Mal continues to incinerate them at his pleasure.

A-yep. 'Bout time.

"I'm coming, Tsin, these cowards don't want to come down to fight." Hektir says.

Hektir moves up to flank the woman. If there is movement, he will strike at her. (Looks like he makes it easily.

1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 to hit; (flank)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 damage.

Round 3, Init 15

You have some skill there. Let's see what you do next.. Tsin almost looks a little disappointed as Hektir steps up. The look passes as she swings at the now distracted woman.

MW longsword: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 = 18 for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 damage

"I will yield if you drop your weapon. I promise.". Tsin hopes the female guard doesn't understand Common.

As Pems continues to keep up a guard behind Quinn, the cleric's bolt catches the already injured guard again, but the man refuses to fall even as the blood drains from his face.

Mal's wand proves more effective, though, another ray killing a second guard, this one to the south.

Nadya's arrow again flies wide as Hektir converges on Tsin's foe, though she flings back her shield as he arrives, catching his blade on its spiked lip.

She grunts as Tsin's blade catches her, but spins toward the newly arrived tracksmage, battering at him with blade and board even as the remaining nearby crossbowman drops his bow and rushes forward with a drawn blade of his own. Twisting and turning, Hektir's unable to dodge all the attacks, the newly arrived guard's sword cutting into his back even as he tries to keep the woman's blows from doing mortal damage. 17 hp total

The remaining two crossbowmen continue to launch bolts uselessly at Quinn, who's able to duck out of the way.

The guardsman's blade misses Hektir thanks to Pem's hex. However, with that woman's strikes, Hektir has lost the benefit.

Round 4, Init 20

Hektir spits as he finds himself flanked.

This was not the plan. Hmm....

"Let's take her down quick, Tsin. She packs a punch." Hektir says.

Hektir attacks defensively, trying to give himself another round of consciousness.

1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 24 to hit; (flank, fight defensive)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 damage.

Pot Crit:
1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 6 to hit; (flank, fight defensive)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 damage.

AC 17+2=19. HP: 24/33
Thanks Pems! Again!

Round 4, init 16

"Curse you guards, how many times do I have to pincushion you before you'll fall?" Quinn fires again on the guard damaged by his first two bolts.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Furrowing his brow and bunching his eyebrows up as more and more of the guards fall, Malavarius points the wand at yet another guard.

"Honestly, this could have all been avoided with just a little bit of civility and hospitality. Piddlespot."

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5for: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 3, 1) = 10

This time though, the fiery beam flies far and wide from any conceivable target, lancing up harmlessly past the tower.

Quinn, Pemsworth - don't forget you both have protection from arrows on you!

Pems loads and swings his sling at the attackers! 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 for 1d4 ⇒ 1 damage!

Round 4, Init 15

Tsin continues to harangue the guardess. She's got the familiar territory here. And she knows which side I target... Clever girl...
MW Cold Iron Longsword: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 = 11 for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 damage

Pem's stone bangs off one of the guards' armor, as Quinn's third bolt hits the other archer, finally sending him down onto the icy wall.

Mal's blast has less luck, it splashing off the icy tower, creating only a small deluge of steam.

Hektir slashes the woman as she turns her attention back to Tsin, knocking her blade away before spinning back and battering at Hektir, who's able to fend off her blows. It leaves him open for her companion, though, and the guard's sword cuts into his back, warm blood flowing down into his clothes. 7 hp

On the other side of the wall, the guard returns fire toward Quinn, the bolt hitting the cleric's armor and bouncing away.

Round 4, Init 20

"C'mon Tsin! Help me out here!" Hektir cries nervously, still pressed between two foes while Tsin lollygags and prances around with her sword.

Hektir will attack the woman defensively again.

1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 7 to hit; (flank)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 damage.

AC 19, HP 24/33

Round 5, init 16 should there only be one guard on the wall near Quinn and Pems?

"Hektir, are you hurt?" Quinn calls out to his friend, hearing the distress in his voice across the courtyard. Firing again on the last guard near them, he then moves back down the retaining wall and swiftly crosses the courtyard passing Mal and Nadya. "Come on Pems, let us aid our companions, the healing power of Cayden will mend us all."

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 1

possible crit, light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Shouldn't your hp be 17, Hektir? And, yes, Quinn.

Round 5, Init 15

Tsin struggles to make her swings count. "Hektir, I don't seem to be having much luck here. I think the tower has something about it that brings ill luck." Like I've been jinxed, or something.

MW Cold Iron Longsword: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10 for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 damage

"Help! Quinn, Mal! Pems! I'm losing Hektir here."

Yes, oops. 17/33. Apologies.

Pems will take a double move to get as close to Hektir as he can.

Oooh, bad luck posting, Pems. I was about to do your post for you and had rolled a crit. Now I get to keep the crit for myself! Mwahahaha! Oh crap, except I'm using it on Nadya. Oh well. Also, I can't figure out which spells you have memorized -- is it on your "sheet."

Pems rushes toward Hektir as Quinn fires another bolt and also starts retreating across the courtyard. Nadya advances to cover their move, her arrow slamming into the guard, who retreats slowly back into the tower.

On the other side of the wall, Hektir and Tsin continue to batter at the wounded woman, but she seems to be finding her stride and grins as she easily fends off their blows.

Hektir's own sword seems to blur as he furiously throws it into defense, the sound of steel singing echoing through the courtyard. He keeps his attackers' own blades from touching him, but the woman manages to connect solidly with her shield, bashing him across the face with its spiked surface as Hektir parries her blade. 6 hp

Round 6, init 16

Quinn moves near the southern stairs to the retaining wall with crossbow still in hand (down 3, left 3) and extends the healing warmth of Cayden to his friends while excluding the guards.

selective channel heal: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

"Stand strong, Hektir, the others guards lay dead and these two will join them soon enough!"

Round 5, Init 20

Hektir gives Tsin a murderous look (that would probably be better served directed at the bad guys, rather than an ally) that he hopes will spur her into fighting.

I'm dying here, Tsin!

"Thanks, Quinn!" Hektir says as his healing comes through.

Hektir continues to fight defensively, striking at the woman.

1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 24 to hit; (flank,defensive)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 damage.

HP 21/33, AC 19

Edit, pot crit:
1d20 + 6 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 - 4 = 19 to hit; (flank,defensive)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 damage.

Round 5, Init 15

Tsin glares back at Hektir. I'm trying here. Trying, and largely failing it seems.

MW Cold Iron Longsword: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 = 14 for 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 damage

"The captain's sword must be cursed to anyone holding it but him!" Tsin starts to doubt its function, readying to draw her falchion, and be done with this fight.

Really? I mean, come on...count to ten... nine... eight...

Malavarius grunts with a start and shakes his head, seemingly returning from a distant and remote place, "Hmmm? What's going on? Why are we always fighting? What the devil- Hektir! Lad, why are you letting that woman perforate your face with her shield?" The aged wizard hussles over to the battered tracksmage and raises his staff, a shimmering curtain of light blossoming out once more. "Try to hit her back this time, my boy."

Move Action: move to within 10 feet of Hektir, but stay as far form spiky-shield-lady as possible
Standard Action: Protective Ward

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

Sorry about that, Mal. I think I was so focused on Pems being gone over the weekend, I didn't realize I missed you!

As Pems moves still closer to the battle, he launches a stone toward the guard fighting Hektir, banging it off his helmet in an attack more likely to distract than hurt him. Come on; I keep getting crits FOR you guys instead of against you!

Nadya launches an arrow toward him but her aim is off as she keep watch on the northern door.

Quinn and Mal rush to their companion's aid, their magic washing over Hektir, reinvorgorating the tracksmage. Wounds healed and able to extend himself more, he striks a mighty blow at the woman, his blade finding a weak point in her defenses as she blocks a blow from Tsin and sending her crumpling to the ground.

The remaining guard's eyes go wide at the carnage and, slightly panicked, he tries to batter at Hektir with his blade, hitting nothing but air.

Round 7, init 16 looks like Pems and Quinn got flipped on the map

Quinn levels his crossbow at the remaining guard, but holds the shot as he waits for Hektir to slice him down. If the guard flees, or another appears, then he takes the shot.

light crossbow, if triggered: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Pems, first chance we get I'm buying you drinks until you teach me the northern speech of these folks. These guards could have fled, could have joined us, anything other than dying in an icy prison." Quinn shakes his head at the carnage around them, carnage he participated in creating. "With the troll burnt dead why would they keep attacking us, who do they fear more than our might? Surely the witch can't scare them so badly, can it?" Quinn sneaks an apprehensive look at Pems, wondering if the man is hiding supernatural powers from them.

Round 7, Init 15

"We need his eyes, Hektir!! Don't end him until we have more knowledge of the interior!!"

Frustration gets the upper hand, with Tsin being unable to attack past Hektir. She reaches out at the guard, and her hand tingles.

Ranged Touch, Acid Splash: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 4 = 15 for 1d3 ⇒ 3 damage

"By the gods!" Tsin looks shocked, her will made real. "Pems, tell him to drop to his knees! He's not long for this world should he continue with his aggressions!"

Pems obliges, calling out in Skald: "Surrender and you may walk free! Continue and you will die!"

Spellcraft (Tsin's acid splash): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Malavarius bounces his eyebrows in delight as Tsin calls forth a bit of magic on her own. "Zeno, would you look at that! It seems the girl's got some gift for magic too! Ha! I thought her skill with a sword was as deep as she got, but there's more to her after all. Splendid!"
From underneath Malavarius' warm hat, Zeno retorts, "What if it's from that Herald, hm? What about then? Will you still think it's splendid?"
"What herald? You mean that Purple Nighttime fellow? Baba Yaga's lackey? Well, if that's the case, then of course not. Nothing good ever came from that old crone!"
"Maybe instead of complaining about Baba Yaga you could keep burning the people trying to murder us all?"
"Hm? What's that? Nonsense! Those young folk have that last guardsman well in hand. Now, what was I saying before? Oh! Yes! Do you think the residents of this chilly tower have my good hat?"

Round 6, Init 20

Hektir spits, narrowly missing the face of the woman he just fell in single combat, alone and all by himself, while another hacked at his back.

Hektir turns to face his back-attacker.

"You want a piece of me? I got the witch and the b!*$* on my side," Hektir nods at the halfling then over his shoulder. "Put down the sword before I kill you dead."

Readied attack for non-surrender.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 to hit;
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 damage.

HP 21/33, AC 19

Quinn blanches as Hektir comments about the witch and b!#ch then glances towards him and Pems. Knowing well who the witch is, Quinn mistakes the other and reacts with indignity. "I am not a Sisssssy!"

The man ignores Pen's cry, and Hektir's blade and Quinn's bolt quickly cut him down. Before you get a chance to recover, though, five more guards rush out of the tower, crossbows singing in unison.

Their rushed attacks fall short, however, one coming near Hektir but the rest slamming harmlessly into the icy structure around you all.

Round 8, Init 15

Tsin drops the longsword in disgust, and bolts past Hektir, while drawing her falchion. "If you'll allow me to make it up to you, Hektir..."

Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 for 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13 damage

"Much better! This is much better. I don't know what I was thinking, playing with the dead captain's blade. No wonder he's dead. Hektir, you certainly would be if I kept using it." Tsin seems to draw the blade at an angle, sizing up the chance for a continuous strike against more than one guard, and disheartens at the absence of such positioning.

Round 8, init 16

"More of these fools? Why don't they just throw themselves from the walls and save us the trouble." Quinn fires on the newcomers.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Round 8, Init 20

Hektir turns around and spits, disbelieving that there are more of them.

"GO AND REAM YOURSELF WITH A HARPY GAFF, YOU WITCH LOVERS!" Hektir roars as he lets Tsin go ahead of him. "I can't believe the lot of you don't see the rest of this courtyard, now painted red with the blood of your witch-loving comrades. You all you sure you want to join them!?"

Hektir 5' steps towards Tsin's dropped cold iron sword. He will take total defense and pick up the blade.

Hektir will challenge the manhood of the assembled warriors, a universal derision-language.

HP 21/33, AC 19+4+1=25

As more guards appear, Malavarius sighs and hangs his head. He mutters into his beard, "Stupid fools!" as he steps up behind Hektir. With a sad look in his eyes, he extends the wand at one of the newly arrived guardsmen.

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16for: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 3, 4) = 14

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

"How many of them are there?" Pems calls out in frustration, firing a stone fruitlessly toward one of the newest arrivals.

Mal has more luck, his fiery ray catching one of the guards, who screams horribly for a few moments before collapsing to the ground.

Nadya's arrow catches another guard in the arm, provoking a cry of pain, even as Quinn's bolt hits nearby, chipping off a piece of ice from the wall.

As Hektir picks up the discarded sword, Tsin rushes forward, her blade slashing through the nearest guard, whose eyes go wide as his blood rushes out of the gaping wound.

Undaunted, the remaining guard pulls his sword and slashes back at her, but she's easily able to parry the blow. The other two fire crossbow bolts haphazardly, their aim thrown off in their haste.

Man, those rolls suck.

Round 9, init 16

"So much wasted life, such a shame!" With pity, Quinn fires again on the guards, aiming for the one damaged by Nadya's arrow.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Round 9, Init 20

Hektir delays to see if Tsin continues with the hot blade, trying to redeem herself from the earlier rounds.

Round 9, Init 15

Tsin no longer sees a guard in front of her, only an impediment to gaining entrance into the main hold. She shakes her head at the man, imagining his last moments in the service of the witch.

Falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 for 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 6 = 13 damage

She steps back 5', to allow Hektir passage, as he sees fit.

Round 9, Init 15-

Hektir stows the cold iron longsword and moves up behind Tsin, ready to move in if she falls or move on when she connects.

Malavarius tromps up the ramp, trying to close the distance to Tsin so his ward might protect her from the guards ahead. At the top of the chute, he points the wand forward again at a distant guard.

Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15for: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 5, 4) = 20

"I say! I do think I'm getting better at using this contraption. What a magnificent and useful thing. Why, Zeno, it's the opposite of you! Ha! Ha h- ouch!" The sound of beak pecking into scalp can be heard clearly, even over the din of the soldiers and fighting. "Alright, alright. Settle down, you. It was only a joke."

Pemsworth ducks, trying to avoid any bolts. He sends another bullet back toward the enemy! ATTACK: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 for 1d4 ⇒ 2

Pems had snowball, ear piercing scream and cure light wounds prepared today. Plus all his cantrips.

Pem's stone flies toward the enemy, harmlessly hitting the ice wall, as a blast from Mal's wand blows another guard apart and Nady's arrow catches a second, leaving just one man between you and the tower's interior.

He and Tsin trade blows, each seemingly able to keep the other's blade from hitting home.

Round 10, init 16

Seeing blood still flowing from Hektir's wounds, Quinn moves up the wall to heal the tracksmage.

clw: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

daily abilities remaining: touch of chaos 4/6, channel 4/6, 2nd 3/3, 1st 3/4