Motteditor's Reign of Winter PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Hektir rushes up the ladder and makes to cut off the dragon, but finds himself slipping slightly on the ice and has to slow down. half speed on the ice; -4 to Acrobatics checks

Behind him, Quinn casts a spell on Tsin, who flies up through the trapdoor and brings her blade to bear against the dragon. Despite seeming to catch the dragon still unprepared, the hot metal isn't enough to cut through its tough scaled.

Behind her, Pems scales the ladder, giving the dragon the evil eye as he looks through at it, though it seems to have little effect.

The dragon roars, blowing a plume of snow and ice into Tsin's face before taking flight and backwinging out of the tower. Well, that was a crappy roll... 12 points of cold damage, plus you can take AoO

I don't know what I expected... Tsin braces for the icy pain, and looks quite visibly relieved when the brunt of damage rolls off her like so much bluster. Resist Energy (Cold/10) FTW!!

She watches the creature take flight, with a bit of awe, and tries to kill it.

AoO: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 = 31 for 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1) + 9 = 11 damage, and 1d4 ⇒ 2 fire damage

Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 almost...

Round 2, Init 19

Hektir sees the dragon flee, cursing that he couldn't get in position to keep him penned in.

He casts Produce Flame into his open hand.

"You flee, dragon!? Come face a real man, not the children your friends would slay!"

Hektir tosses a ball of fire at the dragon, his blade in his other hand.

1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26 ranged TOUCH attack;
1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 FIRE damage.

OOH! Potential crit:
1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17 ranged TOUCH attack;
1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 FIRE damage.

AC 23 + 2 PfEvil = 25.

Pems watches the dragon fly away, Hektir taunting it as it went. He drew his icicle dagger, ready to stab the creature, but instead waits until it's within range and evil eyes it again, this time to lower its attacks!

Round 2, Init 24

Barring any special effects Mal brings to the table...

Tsin flies around the dragon, emboldened by her protections and her blade's grace. She hopes to set up flank for the next ally to take flight and join her in flight.

+1 Falchion, Sun Metal, Blessed: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 = 15 for 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (4, 1) + 9 = 14 damage, and 1d4 ⇒ 2 fire damage

Round 2

Quinn hops about impatiently, like a child waiting to go to the bathroom, as Mal slowly ascends the stairs. Eager to help his companions, but seeing no clear path to the upper level, Quinn begins praying.

Summon Monster II, small air elemental

Mal climbs through the hole and as he pulls out his trusty scorching ray wand makes way for Quinn, who begins casting a spell below.

"This may be the best thing I've ever bought, Zeno ... except for my good hat, by the way. Wish I knew where that blasted thing was. I'd trade this wand for it!"

The dragon roars as Tsin's blade cuts it and again as Hektir's fire slams into it, and soars around the far side of the tower.

OOH...That's some good Mal, Motte.

Round 3, Init 19

Hektir gives a spit as the dragon flies (presumably) away.

"Ha! Is that all it took?!" He turns to Pems and Quinn. "You guys look for loot while Tsin and I make sure it stays gone. I knew ol' flamy here," Hektir holds up his flaming hand, "would be too much for it."

Hektir casts Fly and flies out to follow the dragon a bit...when he sees it, he scurries back to where he started.

"Maybe I'll wait here to see if it comes back. It's just over there." Hektir points to the dragon.

Round 3, Init 24

Tsin growls as the second swing goes wide, her feet not really needing to brace her mid-air. She looks down at her blade, on fire, and she revels in the confrontation. As the dragon flies off, she curses it under her breath. What, we have to chase you now?! I wouldn't have thought dragons were intelligent enough to recognize odds and mortality... smart enough to retreat.

She... retreats to the platform, taking care to stay airborne and avoid the ice altogether. She readies a swing should the beast return, and close. Move two squares south of Hektir

+1 Falchion: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 27 for 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (4, 1) + 9 = 14 damage, and 1d4 ⇒ 4 fire damage

Round 3

Quinn finishes his prayer and a small orb of rushing air whips and turns on itself above the top of the stairway. Climbing the stairs, Quinn directs the orb to sneakily lurk below the front lip of the icy platform.

small air elemental stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Pems nods distractedly at Hektir, though he doesn't share the optimism. From everything he's heard of dragons, they're clever and deadly, and he doesn't want to underestimate this one. Instead, he holds a spell, ear-piercing scream, until the dragon appears and is close enough. Then he'll unleash the spell, hopefully dealing 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11 damage and dazing it 1 round, unless the dragon succeeds on a Fort Save DC 14 for half damage which also negates the daze effect.

Malavarius hoists brushes his bunched robes flat once more after hoisting himself up to the top of the ladder. He keeps his distance from the others, wary of the dragon's icy breath but keeps the wand at the ready for when the dragon shows itself once more. "Mind your feet, Zeno. Mind your wings too, now that I think of it. Who knows what that overgrown lizard might be capable of!"

Readied Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23for: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 1, 4) = 12
Crit?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7for: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2, 3) = 10

Move action: move 4 squares south of Pemsworth
Standard action: ready action to use wand

Sorry for the delay again, guys. I seem to be slowing down on my posting rate, which I'll try to fix. I've got a couple freelance deadlines coming up and I'm hoping once those are finished I'll be back to my usual post-a-day rate.

The dragon races back around the tower, closing on Hektir and roaring in pain and frustration as it shakes off Pems' spell but takes a direct blow from Mal's wand.

It snaps at the tracksmage as it continues its loops back around the side of the tower taking an AoO from the elemental it didn't notice; I think it misses Hektir with a 24.

air elemental AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Round 4

Quinn directs the orb of rushing air to attack the dragon's west flank, setting up his companions for a killing blow. fly to left side of dragon to creating flanking on the right for Tsin or Hektir

air elemental slam: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Round 4, Init 19

If the dragon is evil, then Mal's PfE has warded off the blow.

Hektir readies another ball of flame should the dragon try that again.

Readied range attack if the dragon shows up again:
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 touch to hit;
1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 fire damage.

Round 4, Init 17

Tsin sighs as her blade finds no chance to strike at the creature. Not interested in sparring mid-air with the dragon, she sets down next to Hektir, waiting to swat at the very large fly.

+1 Falchion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 for 2d4 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 + 2 = 11 damage, and 1d4 ⇒ 1 fire damage

She watches with a little disappointment as the light of the sun fades from her blade. I would thrill to its constancy.

Malavarius bides his time, waiting for the winged beast to come around for another pass. "Blasted dragons. I can't say I'm very fond of seeing one in person. Zeno, I say, do you know if they all just wheel around in the sky like drunken birds?"

Readied Scorching Ray: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23for: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 5, 1) = 12
Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13for an additional: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 3) = 8

Pems watches the dragon wheel and whirl, a bit distracted by the sheer grace and fury of the beast. Suddenly a wet nose tickles his neck and he jumps, remembering the spells and tricks the rabbit has graced him with!

He waits until the dragon comes around and launches a sickly green ray at him! Ranged Touch; ray of enfeeblement!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 strength drain! Fort Save DC 14 for half!

The dragon swings around for another attack, only to be met with a dead-on blast from Mal's wand. It screeches in pain as it spirals out of control, hitting off the clock tower and slamming into the ground, its voice silenced.

Stupid crits. That wand is sure paying for itself...

Malavarius looks down at the wand in his hand and strokes his beard contemplatively for a moment before addressing the thin, willowy baton, "Why can't you work that well all the time? Ho hoo, but did you see that dragon fall? He should have minded his wings like you, Zeno. Ha!"

Pems looks at the dead dragon, then back to Mal. "Is it dead? Shall we signal the attack now?"

"What of the trolls and other things in the tower beneath us? With the dragon dealt with, I would rather we focus on seeing if there are any more captives before we escalate things, wouldn't you too, young Pemsworth?"

Tsin takes no time in descending from the top of the tower to the dragon's body, making sure the reptile has no chance to stabilize. Separating head from lengthy neck, she ascends with the head, slowly but surely. She sets down the head, and considers Pems's and Mal's words.

"I agree with Mal. Let's finish with the trolls first."

Hektir goes to see what loots the dragon has, packing coin and gems quickly, handing magics to Pems and Mal.

Logrivich’s hoard consists of a +1 heavy wooden shield, an adamantine warhammer, a serpentine owl figurine of wondrous power, a bone scroll tube containing a scroll of blink, a scroll of scorching ray, a scroll of see invisibility, a wand of silent image (12 charges), a wand of true strike (5 charges), a gold censer with a platinum inlay of Desna’s holy symbol worth 500 gp, and five tourmalines worth 50 gp each, as well as 24 pp, 628 gp, 1,905 sp, and 7,326 cp.

As the party deals with details, Quinn gives Hektir the two thumbs up and joins the search for a dragon's horde.

Perception w/ guidance: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

given the time Quinn would take 20 here, but with captives to liberate and trolls to slay that probably isn't an option

Once the gathering has occurred, Tsin proceeds down the stairs, enjoying the last minutes of her flight, the lesser burden her armor imposes.

She makes the first floor her destination, forgetting for the mean time the woman and the girl. She brings the dragon's head with her, hoping to intimidate the trolls with its presence.

"Let's hurry. I want the mobility of Quinn's flight with me still when we purge the first floor."

If no one objects, she reaches the first floor stair landing, and opens the door, checking for columns in the foyer before advancing.

Should no columns present themselves, she moves to the west door, and listens for activity over the grating sound of the clockworks.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Likely hearing nothing and seeking something to confront with her vision, she waits until the others are present and ready, before opening the west door.

Hektir hands the +1 shield to Quinn, should he want it. The warhammer he passes longingly to Tsin, knowing that the weapon is not outdoorsy enough for him. The coins and gems, he scoops into the bag of holding.

He is ready to join the dragon head dragging Tsin down the stairs to slay some trolls, release some hostages, and prune the hedges of many small villages get out of the tower.

He waits on the stairs Tsin to decide where to go.

Shield at the ready to protect him from harmful trolls, Quinn stops Tsin from opening the west door. "Here, let me take a peak first." Placing his hand against the door, Quinn projects his mind's eye through the planks.

Door Sight

Tsin blows hair from her eyes, and nods. "Ah, yes. The look first. Excellent. Sorry, the head is quite heavy."

She readies to throw the head into the room when the door opens.

Hektir spits, wondering if he should run up and grab the witches head and also toss that into the room.

He decides against it...or does he?

Quinn, not seeing any columns in the foyer, nods, and Tsin moves through. She hears nothing at the western door.

"Quinn, would you be so kind again?" She flicks her head to the western door, and readjusts her grip on the horns of the dragon's head. When Quinn gives report, she looks to the others, before throwing the door open, and lobbing the head across the doorway. She defers to anyone, should they suggest a different approach against the fire-vulnerable trolls rumored to dwell in and about here.

Quinn obliges, placing his hands against the door and peeking through the woodwork. Door Sight "Only once more this day will Cayden grant me the gift of extended sight, I hope we find the rest of this tower's secrets quickly."

Hektir spits, waiting.

Quinn sees the large room contains little in the way of furniture other than five beds sized for giants and two large chests. A five-foot square extrusion runs from floor to ceiling near the southeast corner with a small rectangular access door at its base.

A pair of trolls appears to be sleeping on two of the beds.

"My but it's drafty in this blasted tower! What are we doing again? Have we found my good hat yet?"

"Sleeping? I suppose they've gotten used to clanking of this tower." Tsin sets the head down, no longer interested in making a show of it to half-groggy trolls. She looks at Mal, the conscience of the group.

"There are trolls here, master Malavarius. We have two options- leave them to their slumber and raise the signal that the dragon is dead, or finish the trolls off first, then raise the signal. Do you have a preference?"

Hektir spits, pondering Tsin's question that was not directed at him.

"Let's kill them as they sleep. Maybe in their own beds..they would do the same to us."

Pems keeps silent, knowing that Hektir's right.

"But, I mean, they are just sleeping, right? Let's get the kids out and let the witches waste their energy on punishing trolls." Quinn arches an eyebrow and pantomimes retreating quietly.

Hektir reminds Quinn of the dangers outside.

"Except that we have those columns outside too. If we kill these trolls, we can leave another way...or quickly past the stones that broke my sword."

Hektir nods for Quinn/Tsin to silently open the doors so that there may be some troll-bed-slaying.

Malavarius strokes his beard in thought, a pensive crease wrinkling his brow, "While I'm sure there may be some good trolls somewhere in the world, I can't imagine they'd be here happily being fed by that troublesome witch upstairs. Putting the brutes down now also means those brave souls from the fishcamps won't get skewered on their tusks when we call them in." He nods, as if agreeing with himself, "I could use this new fiery spell. You'll all want to keep a good and healthy distance if I do though, it seems like it might be rather impressively big." He says the last with a bounce in his bushy eyebrows.

Tsin grips her falchion, at the ready. She indicates which direction she'll move when Quinn opens the door, encouraging Hektir to take the troll in the opposite bed.

"Alright then, Mal. Once you've had your casting, Hektir and I will close distance and finish what fire has started."

"Yes, I suppose you're right. Ready, gang?" After receiving nods all around and letting Pems check for sneaky traps, Quinn quietly opens the door.

Is the room large enough to accomodate a fireball without roasting all of us as well, Mott?

As you open the door, you hear one of the trolls growl "Oi, quiet down!" in Giant, but before it has a chance to do anything else, Mal casts his spell, sending a ball of fire exploding in the room.

The two trolls scream and begin lurching to their feet. Need to know details of damage and whatnot...

1d5 ⇒ 4
1d5 ⇒ 2
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Everyone but Mal is up for Round 1

Fireball (fire): 5d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 2, 4) = 17 Ref Save DC 20 for 1/2 damage

"OH! Oh MY! Zeno! Zeno! Tha- that was much bigger than I thought it would be! Haha!"
"Yeeeaaaaagggghhhh! I tried to warn you!" Zeno screeches his response as he dives for safety beneath Malavarius' winter hat. Malavarius, meanwhile, dances a brief and satisfying little jig as he shuffles his feet and wags his elbows.

The trolls scream in pain, neither moving quick enough to avoid taking the full brunt of the fireball.

26 hp damage to both

Surprise Round

Tsin takes what remaining lift remains to her from Quinn's gift of flight to cover the distance to the furthest prone troll. 40' Move straight across the room

+1 Falchion: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13 damage

Confirm Critical?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 for 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12 damage

not sure Trolls are currently prone, so didn't factor it in :)