Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Kyson will get in line at the back.

Ain't no way I'm going first if there are ghosts down here.

Marching order: Silvio, Dargon, Sekathral, Zstelian, Finn, & Kyson Let's move.

Dargon's unable to see anything through the keyhole.

Dargon's leading - I'd probably better go near the front in case the door's locked, so third - behind Finn? "We'd better check that door out before we open it - Dargon, can you see through the keyhole at all?" I'm assuming that there IS a keyhole...

Dargon would likely listen at the door and leave it at that. Looking through the key hole would feel ridiculously too careful for the thickheaded dwarf.

Dargon goes to open the door, looking back at the party just long enough for them to give any objections. In case, someone else notices something he didn't. Then proceeds through the door.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Following, weapon drawn...

Finn waits and lets Dargon open the door, ready to spring into action.

Entering the room -- a 10-foot wide passageway that runs about 35 feet east to west with double doors at both ends -- all seems calm. Then a load moan suddenly rises above the steady drip drip drip of the water.

Shambling out of the shadows at both ends of the room come four humanoid figures. At first it seems as if they just have an odd gait, but you quickly realize that under the tattered, moldy remnants of their clothing, the flesh is barely clinging to the men's bones. Whoever these people were, they're no longer alive!

Their maws gape wide as they reach for you, made all the more horrible as one says in Mwangi-accented common, "sooooo hungry."

Initiative:
Dargon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Finn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Kyson: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Sekathral: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Silvio: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Zstelian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Hungry zombies: 1d20 ⇒ 2

"Haha! You know what we need? Even more fire!"

Finn shakes a prepared gourd and tosses the bomb among the dead men!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"What's going on up there? You people okay?" Kyson takes a good look at the 'men'.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 Knowledge (Religion)

They don't look so good, do they?

Kyson will shout to the men to sit down so that he may tend to their wounds.

"Sit down and we'll get you healed...and we might have some food for you."

Kyson delays, awaiting their rapt obedience to his thoughtful requests.

Round 1, AC 16, HP 8/8, Initiative 18

Sekathral will wait for Silvio to engage the zombies, then get into a flanking position and attack with one of his daggers Attk 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Dmg 1d4 ⇒ 1

Round 1
Init 11; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +3
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DEFENSE
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AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 14.(+2 Dex, +1 natural, +1 dodge)
hp 12 (1d8+3)
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

"Kyson, Something tells me they ain't want anything 'ur meaning to give them.

Dargon pulls out his trust throwing axe. Throwing it at the first zombie to come with 20 feet.

Throwing Axe
Attack 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6
Damage 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Dargon also considers how dated their accent is, to help him gauge how long they have been down here.
Linguistics 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Zstelian - HP: 12 | AC: 18
Kayle - HP: 8 | AC: 14

Round 1 - Init: 6

Zstelian sucks in a breath as the walking dead shamble into view. He wastes several seconds making a complicated Varisian gesture to ward off evil.

The Varisian pulls a javelin from the bundle on his back and hefts it at a zombie. One that is not engaged in melee and preferably without cover.

Round 1, initiative 19
ac 17
hp 12/12
effects: none

"Hungry for Silvio's blade no doubt", the dashing nobleman says with a smile as he draws his sword and engages the undead. His blade flashes in the candle light and delivers a telling wound.

Move action to engage the zombies (drawing my sword as part of the move)
Standard action to attack one of them, 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24, damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Crit confirm (unless these are immune to crits), 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6, damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Hmm... with a follow up like that i really doesn't matter, does it...

The walking dead appear interested in Kyson's offer of food and continue to shamble toward the group, jaws gaping and arms outstretched.

Before they can get near, Silvio charges toward one of the creatures, his blade easily slipping through its rotten studded leather armor. 6 hp damage Sekathral moves to attack the same zombie, but can't find his mark as he tries to avoid being hit by the other creature.

Finn throws his gourd at the two zombies coming from the other direction, and a burst of foul smelling steam erupts from the zombie as the explosion ignites its sodden form. The creature moans as it burns, while the zombie next to it flinches back momentarily from the burst of flame. 5 hp damage, 4 hp splash to creature next to it.

As Dargon throws his ax, missing the zombies, he can't quite place the accent -- it's not one he's heard before, so could be even older than the dwarf.

Zstelian has more luck, though, as his javelin hits the zombie who was caught in the outer limits of Finn's exploding gourd. The shaft passes halfway through the creature, but seems to have little effect other than rocking it back a step. 3 hp damage, 7 total

Despite the javelin poking through its midsection, however, the zombie continues to get close, along with its companion. They move toward Dargon and Zstelian, maws gaping as they unsuccessfully try to bite the two interlopers.

The other two zombies attack the closest sources of food near them, one managing to bite Sekathral. 5 hp damage It tries to grab the elf, but the slime its coated with seems to make it hard for it to get a grip. Grab failed; was no AoO

[spoiler=Dice rolls]
Sekathral acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Zombie reflex save: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Victim determination: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Victim determination: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Victim determination: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Zombie bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Zombie bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Zombie bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Zombie bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Zombie grab: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Round 1, Delayed action

Kyson will "light the candle", summoning a ball of fire into his right hand and toss it at a zombie. (He will move to get a clean shot if possible.)

1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14 touch attack to hit (-4 for combat);
1d6 ⇒ 3 fire damage.

"What is wrong with you people!?"

Round 2
Init 11; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +3
HP 12/12
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DEFENSE
AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 14.
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

"Time 'fer ya to go back to 'ur rest." Dargon says as he pulls out his handaxe and swipes back at the zombie attacking him.

Melee Handaxe
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Round 2, initiative 19
ac 17
hp 12/12
effects: none

Maintaining his position Silvio lunges his rapier at the zombie gnawing on Sekathral, moving back and forth to deny the undead an easy target.

Standard action to attack the zombie, 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16 (+2 for flanking), damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Round 2, Init 18, AC 16, HP 3/8

[b] "Aagh! Sodding meat-sack!" Full attack 1d20 ⇒ 13 Dmg 1d4 ⇒ 4

Zstelian - HP: 12 | AC: 18
Kayle - HP: 8 | AC: 14

Round 1 - Init: 6

Zstelian curses again when he sees his javelin is ineffective and rushes forward pulling his broad curved blade as he goes.

As he lashes out with his falchion the Varisian motions and whistles sending Kayle in to attack as well.

Forgot about traits/feats last post - sorry. That should be Full attack 1d20 ⇒ 13 +4 (weapon finesse) = 17 Dmg 1d4 ⇒ 4 + 1 (river rat) = 5

Round 2, Init 1 (delayed until after zombies)

Kyson will move to where he can get a clear shot at one of the zombies (it has range 30', he'd take as much distance as he can get) and again "light the candle", summoning fire into his right and tossing it at a 'hungry man'.

1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14 touch to hit; (-4 for combat included)
1d6 ⇒ 5 fire damage

"If you'll stop attacking us, we might be able to feed you!" Kyson says, hopefully from a safe spot.

Kyson throws a ball of flame at a zombie, who seem to ignore his entreaty. The creature, already burning from Finn's bomb, smolders more as the flames lick its sodden form. 5 dmg, 10 total

Silvio and Sekathral slash the zombie between them, cutting blows slicing the undead horror into pieces, which fall with a wet plop to the floor and stop moving.

Dargon's blow cuts into the smoking zombie, a final indignity to the battered corpse, which falls to the ground, finally meeting its final rest.

Zstelian hacks into the zombie attacking him, cutting deep and sending flesh flying 6 hp damage, 13 total, but the creature continues to move, though Zstelian easily fends off its attack. Kayle, letting loose a piercing cry that echoes through the hall, rips into the creature attacking her master, but though she rips a chunk of flesh out, it seems to not even notice the damage.

The other surviving zombie tries to bite Sekathral, but can't seem to penetrate the elf's armor.

With everyone in close combat, I didn't have Finn throw a bomb. I figured he'd hold himself in reserve at this point, since everything seems to be well in hand.

Motteditor, Kayle's talons do slashing damage.

Zstelian - HP: 12 | AC: 18
Kayle - HP: 8 | AC: 14

Round 3 - Init: 6

Zstelian swings his curved blade in a broad arc again while Kayle goes into a frenzy of pecks and talons.

Round 3
Init 11; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +3
HP 12/12
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DEFENSE
AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 14.
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

Dargon moves in to flank if possible the zombie biting at Sekathral.

Melee Handaxe
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 +2 if flanking
Damage 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Round 3, Init 18, AC 16, HP 3/8

Full attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 DMG 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Round 3, initiative 19
ac 17
hp 12/12
effects: none

Satisfied with laying one zombie low Silvio moves to the next target swinging his dueling blade in wide arcs and quick thrusts. The attacks prove to be more for show than being effective, cutting off rotten clothing and bits and pieces the zombie doesn't seem to miss.

Standard action to attack a zombie, 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 (+2 if flanking), damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Round 3

Kyson delays, hoping for a chance to 'save' one of the hungry men before they bleed out.

Blah, weekends... I'm back.

"When fire's not an option, go for the stab!"

Draw spear, brace for a zombie attack.

Whoops, sorry about that Zstelian. I was apparently having a bad day assuming things in my GM role on Saturday...

As Kayle does enough damage to stop the zombie attacking her master, Silvio and Sekathral hack at the zombie between them, sending chunks of flesh flying, though not doing enough to end its threat. 12 hp damage total

Dargon moves in to try to finish it off, but his blade seems to hit a less-rotten chunk of the creature's armor and does no damage. Silvio and Sekathral are already flanking, so no chance there.

It tries to bite Dargon, but isn't able to get the tough dwarf, and before it can do anything else, the three companions hack it down.

The room falls silent except for the steady dripping as the foul smell of rotting corpses permeates the damp air. Kyson, when you go to check, the corpses don't appear to be so much bleeding as leaking bodily fluids onto the ground.

Double doors await you at both ends of the hall.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 Heal check on man

"Zombies? Did one of you say these were zombies? Weird. I thought they were kidding when they were talking about these. But they really exist?"

Kyson looks around to the rest of the party before backing away from the corpse, wiping his hand on his armor as if trying to remove some undead smear from his hand.

"I thought they were joking." Kyson says with disgust. "Well, if they died here, so surely shall we. Who wants to pray with me?"

Sekathral stares at him. "Dieing doesn't feature much in my plans - neither does praying, but you knock yourself out. My religious duty consists of inflicting a supremely painful vengeance on that Vanthus bastard, and I can only do that if I'm upright and breathing. I'm going to check out those doors"

Sekathral stalks over to the double doors, inspects them Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 then puts his ear to the wood and listens Perception again 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Dead? Not while Silvio is here", Silvio says and dismisses Kyson's fears. "See that door. Beyond lies freedom, my friend. You follow Silvio and you'll see!"

"That is a nasty bite you took, my friend", Silvio tells Sekathral. "Silvio told you about the perks of real armor. Look, not even a scratch!"

Dargon walks over to Sekathral, “Seeing anythin’ on this door to worry ya elf?”

Dargon also gives it a once over to assist Sekathral.
Perception (assisting Sekathral): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Double doors await you at both ends of the hall.

There are two sets of double doors, correct?

Correct

Thanks - missed that. I'm examining the eastern set of doors at the moment, in that case - I'll move on to the others once I've discovered whether or not anything's there

"That is a nasty bite you took, my friend", Silvio tells Sekathral. "Silvio told you about the perks of real armor. Look, not even a scratch!"

"Real armour!" Sekthral snorts. "The only reason they never hit you was that they were too busy checking their reflections in your lovely shiny bosom. You look like a tengu jewellers after an earthquake"

"And it works! You cannot argue with Silvio's results"

Kyson looks confused as no one else kneels to pray for quick, painless death with him.

"We're not going to die?" Kyson asks, confused.

Things were much less zombietastic and confusing in the monastery.

Kyson gets to his feet and follows the others to the doors.

"What's more troubling is how those things got down here", Zstelian says as he wipes the foul corruption from his blade. "Monsters like that don't show up on their own."

"They tripped. They fell", Silvio suggests with a casual shrug. "And now they are dead. No, Kyson my friend, we are not going to die. These things where common men, they where not us. They lack Silvio's ingenuity, his passion, his skill! Just look how they are dressed. Beyond those doors lies freedom. When Sekathral presses his ear against the door he can hear the city crying out for Silvio, their lost hero. But do not worry Elender, Silvio will return!" he announces to everyone and no one proving that eventhough the chelaxian has many words in his vocabulary, "dispair" is not among them.

Silvio, you bust me up.

Kyson steps back from Silvio, nodding his head slowly in agreement lest Silvio poke him again, slightly inspired by the man's confidence.

Okay, we're not dead...yet.

"What's more troubling is how those things got down here", Zstelian says as he wipes the foul corruption from his blade. "Monsters like that don't show up on their own.

"Sekathral takes his ear from the door and turns to Zstelian. "Well" he says, "Nice out of the way place if you want to dispose of someone inconvenient. Nice out of the way place if you're the sort of sick bastard who likes fiddling around with corpses. Bet Vanthus falls into both categories, blast his putrid soul"

May as well examine the western doors while I'm at it - Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 to examine the door and Perception again 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 to listen at it and hear what I can hear

Both sets of doors appear to be wood, swollen shut from the water. Sekathral doesn't hear anything from the eastern doors, but can hear what sounds like lapping waves from the western.

Thinking for a moment, Finn examines the corpses, wondering if anything might be useful as a reagent.

Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Alchemy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Finn then joins Sekathral in listening at the doors.

Taking 10, getting 18.

Finn's ears perk up. "Lapping waves? There's a way to swim out? That sounds like a way out to me!"

Thinking for a moment, Finn examines the corpses, wondering if anything might be useful as a reagent.

Heal: 1d20+6
Alchemy: 1d20+10

Finn then joins Sekathral in listening at the doors.

Taking 10, getting 18.

Finn's ears perk up. "Lapping waves? There's a way to swim out? That sounds like a way out to me!"

Just approaching the western doors, after picking up his trusty throwing axe, Dargon responds to Finn. I'm doubtin' all of us can make a swim out-a-here," Dargon says looking at Kyson.

"Let's give it a look at least."

Dargon then opens the western doors.

Finn, other than the rotting armor, the zombies have nothing on them. You don't think rotting undead human flesh is used in any reagents that you're aware of.

Dargon, the doors stick for a moment as you try to pull them , but with a mighty heave, you're finally able to get them open.

On the other side is a massive chamber -- extending farther than the light from your torch. Who's holding the torch, btw? From the entrance, you can see a pair of great wooden pillars rising up to support the ceiling, which sags dangerously in places and it think with hanging strands of fungus.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Finn or Kyson had the torch - I hope...

Sekathral leaves the easternmost set of doors and walks over to Kyson and Finn. He looks nervous. "Before we go on, have either of you two got anything good for zombie bites, or shall I just drink this?" , holding up his healing potion.

Kyson or Dargon had the torch. I just had the big match.

Finn raps his chest. "Nothing but a good old-fashioned healthy regimen here!" he proclaims.

Do we still hear the lapping water?

Yes, the water sounds slightly louder now that the door is open.

I'll drink the potion, before anything else happens - 1d8 ⇒ 6, bringing me up to full hit points.

Dargon steps further into the room as he points out to the others what he sees, "There's a door at the other end and some water over there."

Finn picks up the torch again, all too glad to carry the fire.