Motteditor's Reign of Winter PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Malavarius frowns at the felled witch then turns and trundles past Hektir back into the hall, "Now about that whispery devil..." He keeps his back to the far wall and slowly realizes as Quinn struggles mutely against the creepy child-thing that he's been bitten. "Bah! Quinn, you weren't supposed to let it go and bite you, my boy. Where's Tsin got to? Tsin? Tsin! Come chop this little devil to pieces, won't you?" The aged wizard then draws the magics from the scroll in his hand to help alleviate Quinn's loss of voice. As he does so, he whispers loudly to Zeno, "I say, Zeno, do you think I should have left him like that? Ha!"

Seeing the grannywitch go down, Pems will move to the door and open it to tell Quinn the good news!

Quinn is again able to catch his breath, but the moment without air throws off his attack again. The attic whisperer bites him again, ripping another chunk of flesh off him. 2 hp; DC 16 Will save needed again or become fatigued for 1 hour

Pems opens the door in time for Tsin to see Hektir finish off the witch, Mal casting from the scroll to break the spell keeping Quinn from talking.

Round 6, Init 7

Having finished he work with the witch, Hektir steps out to help Quinn.

"Let it in, Quinn. I got this," Hektir says with a spit, gripping his bladed belt and just getting lathered from his exertions.

He moves 5' from the door and readies to strike should Quinn move back and let the creature in.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 to hit; (bladed belt)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 damage.

HP 53, AC25

Round 6

Will save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

More than glad to step back from the creepy thing, Quinn jabs one last time, then heeds Hektir's call and moves back into the room.

rapier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

shift back 5'

Round 7, Init 12

Tsin finishes adjusting her bow over her shoulder, as she looks to the door, and sees the little mockery standing in the doorway. As Quinn follows Hektir's suggestion, she moves into the room, stopping abruptly behind Quinn, studying the creature herself.

Knowledge, Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Unable to get at it directly, she waits until she can get past Quinn to hack their way free of the room. She remains contrite for the several moments of recent hiding.

Quinn finally manages to hit the creature as he retreats, Hektir moving in front of the door, where he struggles to make contact.

The creature bites Hektir, but can't penetrate his armor, but the tracksmage feels his throat tighten as the little creature brushes an arm against him. Any creature hit by an attic whisperer's touch must make a DC 16 Will save or lose its ability to speak for 1 hour

"Where's Granny Nan?" it suddenly whispers, in a voice that sounds eerily like Quinn's.

Pems emerges from the other room, and tries to use his evil eye on the creature only to realize it has no effect.

Round 7, Init 7

Hektir was purposefully standing back from the door to allow the creature entrance if it wanted. No matter, attack and 5' step to allow it entry if it wants it.

"She is over there...she wants you," Hektir replies.

Hektir slashes then moves back.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 to hit;
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 damage.

Malavarius grumbles to himself, muttering something about hearing Quinn's voice quite enough when only one person uses it, before he collapses another pulsing orb of fire between his palms.

Spontaneous Immolation (fire): 3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 6) = 10 + catch on fire; Fort Save DC 19 for 1/2 damage + negates catching on fire

Round 8, Init 12

Tsin slithers in between the others, arriving at Hektir's side, with a sheepish look on her face. She says nothing, but tries to strike at the bundle of tinder.

+1 Falchion, Cover?: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 10 - 4 = 8 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1) + 7 = 11 damage

Glad to have the warriors between him and the creepy beastie, but unable to voice his gratitude, Quinn attempts to grant Hektir the Guidance of Cayden, only to discover he can't properly form the words of the simplest prayer. Struggling again against his constricted throat he finally manages a small squeak of piety after Mal's counter spell. "Cayden, grant this warrior the focus I lack!'

Guidance on Hektir

Pems moves up and tries to touch the little whisperer. Healing Hex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 positive energy damage!

Quinn casts guidance on Hektir as his voice returns, but it proves not to be a help as he misses, as does the returning Tsin. Pems and Mal use their magic on it, but neither seems very effective, though the creature does let out a pathetic little whimper and whines in a child's voice, "Why are you hurting me?"

It doesn't seem to buy Hektir's lie about Granny Nan, though and after biting unsuccessfully at Pems, it backs up, moving back and opening the door opposite you, which opens into what looks like a kitchen. Just a five-foot step, so no AoO

Malavarius points his wand at the skull-headed little devil and looses a blast of fire with a grumpy "Harumpf!" The grunt turns into a yelp of alarm though as the ray blasts out of the end the wizard is holding and sizzles past the side of his head.

"Oh my! Someone should really label these things!"
Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 4 = 0for: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 2, 1) = 12

Round 9, Init 12

Tsin swerves around the doorway, angling into the corner, setting flank for one of the others, should it be necessary. "Where do you think you're going, little thorn?"

+1 Falchion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 = 9 damage

Quinn again grants Cayden's Guidance to Hektir, hoping his friend can end this undead menace.

Guidance on Hektir

Round 9

Hektir moves over to the door (standing in front of it) that the AW opened and closes it.

"You ain't going no where. So...you were the witches friend, huh?"

Provokes from AW. AC 25.

Quinn casts guidance on Hektir, who moves to close the door, nearly getting bitten in the process. The lack of escape seems to discombobulate the former child, who lashes out wildly, not coming close to doing any damage with his tantrum.

More dangerous to Mal is his own errant blast, but Tsin returns to the fight with a vengeance, hacking into the little undead creature. Pems jabs it with his icicle dagger.

Round 10, Init 12

Tsin keeps up with the doll, hoping another strike will bring it down.

+1 Falchion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11 damage

Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12 damage

"For all the fey-blighted things this land is riddled with, will they never end?"

Quinn continues to linger back away from the creepy thing while granting guidance to Hektir.

cast Guidance on Hektir

Round 9, Init 7

Hektir attacks the creature, granting no mercy to the witchfriend.

1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 20 to hit; (flank and guidance)
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 damage.

Malavarius conjures another curtain of protective magics as Tsin and Hektir hack at the child-like fiend.

"Thank you, Mal. I only hope I can keep my senses to remain close by." Tsin throws a look to the stairwell, hoping they can be done with the birch baby and hag without drawing undue attention.

She remembers her recent screaming, and shakes her head exasperatedly.

Hektir and Tsin combine to finally take down the little creature as Mal's protective ward covers them, leaving the room still, the only noise the grinding from above.

As the undead (?) dies, Hektir lets out a satisfied spit.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Hektir has a big smile on his face. "We kilt that witchy good, huh? Did you have fun with that one?"

Hektir goes back to check on his kill.

"Say Mal, Pems? Do you think she has anything that will help us against the dragon? This witchywitch here won't be stealing any more children...never again."

Hektir goes to loot the witch chambers.

"Tsin, where did you want to go next?"

"Finish looting, Hektir. We could use leftover magics should we find any. As for our next focus, if you think we need to bring down the trolls first, I'm not going to argue. At least they're devoid of unsavory spells."

Tsin decides to open the double doors the attic whisperer was so eager to use, after Hektir returns from the witch's quarters.

"Trolls? Now you want to fight the trolls? Just how many spells do you think I have exactly? If we mean to deal with a dragon, then the dragon should be dealt with."

"You do make a valid point, Mal. I didn't say that I would prefer to fight the trolls, but the last time we as a majority pointed to the dragon, Hektir decided to overrule, and hunt the witch instead. The witch is dead, yes, but Hektir might not forgive himself if any of the trolls got away."

Tsin pauses before continuing in any specific direction.

Hektir gives a loooong look to Tsin.

"Don't you put words in my mouth, Tsin. I got my witch. I don't care about none trolls. If you want to get the dragon, we'll go get the dragon."

As you look around, you notice a key among the detritus that collapsed into a pile after Tsin and Hektir's blows on the attic whisperer.

Back in the other room, Hektir finds two potions and a ring that radiates magic, as well as a spell component pouch, a (nonmagical) club, and four keys.

A large glass snow globe depicting Whitethrone’s Royal Palace with a music box built into the base sits atop one of the nightstands, while under the desk, a box containing dozens of pieces of paper.

In the kitchen through the double doors, three tables occupy the northern half of the room. A five-foot square extrusion with a small access door on its western face runs from floor to ceiling just south of the eastern doors. A gigantic cast-iron cauldron stands in the southeast corner with wood stacked beneath it. A large iron stove with twin flue pipes running into the walls dominates the southwest corner.

"Bah!" Malavarius waves his hand dismissively at the pair and begins sifting through Granny Nan's papers and other things, leaving the younger folk to bicker between themselves.

Spellcraft (potion 1): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Spellcraft (potion 2): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Spellcraft (ring): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Pems grabs the snowglobe, just in case it comes in handy and heads after Mal to keep him in sight. He grabs the keys and pockets them, in case they come in handy.

"We should move quick, no matter who we choose to slay next. We made noise and I'm betting noise travels quick in this place. Let's be about our business." Pems murmurs quietly while keeping an eye on the old wizard.

"Right. The dragon then. Let's be done with this tower." Tsin turns away from the double doors, and the interesting oven, to return to the stairs, and higher floors.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Hektir spits and follows Tsin.

He stops before going all the way up to make sure his magics are all in place.

He casts Resinous Skin, making his skin thicker and rubbier.

"Anything for the cold, Mal? Quinn?"

He's ready to kill some dragon.

Climbing back up, you again find yourselves in the top floor, where the flight of steps climbs to the platform with a short ladder mounted to the wall leading to a closed trap door in the ceiling just above it.

The child and singer remain in the other room up here, and the area is still otherwise barren except for a column of clockwork gears that rises right through the ceiling above it. An icy draft wafts from above, and the ticking and ratcheting of the giant clock drowns out any other sound.

Pems casts resist energy (cold) on Hektir and his ward on Tsin. +2 Deflection to AC and +2 resistance to saves until she's hit!

I had intended to prepare 1 casting of draconic reservoir for Hektir, but it seems I never popped it down in my prepared list. Is it ok if I swap out one of my two fireballs for it, Mott? If it is ok, Pems you may want to put that resist energy on someone else as it won't stack with draconic reservoir.

Apart from my bookkeeping goof with that, I have 2 resist energies prepared as well. Who needs one?

aaaaand results from the spellcrafts on the potions and ring?

I suppose that's fine.

Cool. I'll let Tsin resist cold then!

Ah, you are most kind and beneficient, Mott - and while your graciousness warms my heart, it also fills me with a nameless dread for this dragon we are about to face =P

Malavarius will bestow upon Hektir a bit of draconic reservoir and a dash of protection from evil. For Tsin, he has a sprinkling of protection from evil and a twist of magic weapon for her bow. For Quinn and himself he has a dibble dabble of resist energy.

Sound good? This presumes Hektir can fly and remain in melee with the dragon while Tsin will be forced to remain land-locked should the dragon take flight.

Hektir, feeling quite blessed to have so many stunning good comrades, smiles at the party, letting loose a spit of deep, manly approval.

He nods at Mal for the magic protections, and stows his heavy shield. He has his bladed belt out and his other hand free as he climbs up first.

AC 23 + PfEvil.

Tsin smiles at Pems as she recognizes the protection of the weave. "Ah, that will do nicely, master Pems. Many thanks." She grips her falchion awkwardly as she ascends the ladder.

"Once we're up, we should fan out. The dragon will try to blanket us with its breath if we huddle together."

Resist Cold, ala Pems, and PfEvil still rolling ala provocation by Nan.

Quinn calls upon Cayden to grant the entire party protection from the icy cold...

Resist Energy Communal, 10 minutes for everyone and save the other resists, or double up the flight

...and for Tsin to be graced with the gift of flight...

Fly on Tsin, and if we don't use communal resist, then Fly on Hektir as well

...and for the entire party to be blessed...

Bless on the party

...and then Quinn follows Tsin ready to grant her weapon the power of Sun Metal.

Preparations complete, Hektir pushes open the trap door, a jingling as the thing opens revealing your presence.

Peeking his head through, he meets the white creature's eyes for a moment, long enough to see them widen and its muzzle open to reveal rows of jagged teeth as it growls, "Intruders!"

Despite it not being too much larger than Hektir himself, smaller than some foes he's fought, a shiver runs through him as he sees a true dragon in front of him.

Hektir, Pems and Quinn up in round 1/2, though I'm going to rule the latter two can't push past Tsin on the ladder.

Round 1, Init 19

Hektir moves into the area, circling the beast to keep it enclosed. Hektir moves 5 right and 2 down from where he is now.

"Hey you, dragon. You a witchlover, ain't you?"

Hektir takes total defense, waiting for his companions to join him.

Round 1, init 17

Quinn infuses Tsin's blade with the heat of the sun.

Sun Metal on Tsin's blade, extra 1d4 Fire dmg for the next 5 rounds

If Pems can see the dragon, he's going to try to evil eye him! If he can't, he'll delay until he can get on the roof and evil eye him then! Using evil eye (Will DC 15 or take -2 AC for 6 rounds; Success shortens this to 1 round!)

Whoops. Went to resolve the first round and saw that Tsin actually had the top initiative, so can also go in Round 1/2. Sorry about that. Will resolve once her action's set.

Round 1, Delay to Init 19-

Tsin watches Hektir move further into the room above, so lets him move out of the way before she wills herself up and through with her new gift of flight, her new armor no longer a burden to her movement. "Quinn, this is spectacular!!"

She intones a low thrum of words as she ascends. Judgment- Wrath, +2 on damage rolls

If possible, she flies up and closes with the dragon, just north of it on the map.

She takes her first swing at a creature no longer myth in her mind.

+1 Falchion, Sun Metal: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 1 = 17 for 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (4, 2) + 9 = 15 damage, and 1d4 ⇒ 1 fire damage

"Hektir, let's see both sides of this creature, yes?"

don't forget the Bless

Fly on both Hektir and Tsin, no communal protection from Quinn and we'll keep the original protections in place to keep things clear, sound good?

After enchanting Tsin's blade, Quinn stays clear of the ladder to allow Pems clear access to the witchy-dragon above them.