Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Survival with Adaptation Take 10: 10 + 16 = 26

Sekathral awakes.

"***k me, I'm glad that's over. I was moving towards a red, smoky looking light, with some bastard in red tights with a goatee and a tail beckoning me onwards and cackling, then..."

He waves his hands in the air as if to say, 'here I am', then feels inside his shirt.

"Me third nipple's gone, too. Good work, mate!"

He ruffles Kyson's hair, pinches his cheek in an avuncular manner, then looks around.

"Oi, where's Urol, and what are all you buggers looking so glum for?"

”We have to move. Now. We can’t stay here”, he explains as he slips his daggers back into his belt. ”Kyson, get Seka back on his feet if you can.”

Kyson looks at Seka, not understanding.

"Go?! While leaving Urol behind? What? We can't do that! We have to find him and get him back," Kyson argues, looking for face to face for support.

"Kyson, I...I think he's gone. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for him, would you? He just... disappeared." Her normally chipper olive complexion more an ashen shade of overcooked asparagus. The young half orc paces back and forth, looking for any evidence of where Urol's abductor may have taken him.

"Boy, I can track anything with feet. I can't track those things - they move with magic. The best thing we can do now is keep moving and hope they can't follow us."

"Yeah," Avner puts in. "Lets get out of here while they're distracted with the gnome. No reason we all need to die here! Let on, Zstelian!"

Kyson's jaw drops, looking from face to face for others who think they should rescue the gnome.

He ensaddens greatly, still waiting for Seka and Silvio to opine.

Seeing the dismay on the young scribe’s face, Zstelian gestures to the vast jungle before them.

”He could be anywhere out there boy. We’d never find him, not before those things snatched up the rest of us.”

Silvio stumbles up on the conversation. "What is this that catches Silvio's ears? Suggesting to leave Silvio's good friend Urol behind? Well, Silvio's good friend Kyson can relax, for Silvio will go and rescue our mutual friend!" Silvio proclaims. "Silvio is confident that the bird Urol kept as company will be able to find him!"

Silvio could use some healing by the way. At 14/68 hit points.

"I hadn't thought of that", the old ranger admits.

After whistling to call Kayle down to his forearm, he asks his avian companion to translate for him.

"Can you sense your master's location?"

Kyson looks at Silvio, amazed...equally amazed at the solution and who came up with it.

Silvio!?!

Kyson quickly pounces on Silvio's brilliant idea.

"That's a good idea, Silvio! It can't fail! We should go find Urol!" Kyson looks at Zstelian, hoping the old man's efforts pay off.

I'll look for my wand charges when I get home. Heals to come.

Khazmia looks up, turning wide, full smile upon Silvio. She too is glad for an option that doesn't include leaving Urol behind.

"Thats...That's a wonderful idea, Silvio! Yes, let's do that!"

Kyson's wand has 12 charges left. What about yours, Zstel?

Kyson heals Seka...

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 healing

and Silvio...

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 healing

Kyson chucks the wand into the jungle, its charges spent.

Btw, are we just f'd because we haven't seen land/city in forever? Sheesh.

Wand of CLW #3 1/50

CLW on Silvio: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Wand of CLW #3 0/50

RIP Wand #3

"Yeah - nice one, matey"

Not wanting to feel left out, Sekathral also congratulates Silvio, thanking Kyson for the healing shortly afterwards.

"We'll be pretty much buggered if he's been ate or whatever, so let's find him before those sods get a chance to. Send yer ferret down the nearest hole, Zstelian - that might flush 'im out, ha ha."

He pauses and looks around.

"I wonder where we are, more or less?"

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

The raven hops around, continuing to caw in frustration, though Kayle's able to eventually get her to talk, disconsolately admitting she doesn't know where the gnome is, but she'd really like you to find him.

Sekathral, you think you're a little more than halfway from the crash site to Farshore, but not sure if you're looking for more than that?

Silvio is momentarily struck down with that the raven is unable to find Urol, but the brave chelaxian soon recovers. "Very well, then Silvio is just going to have to find him. Zstelian, some tracks please", he tells the ranger appearently not paying much attention to the conversation that prior to his participation.

The old ranger's nerves break under the growing tension. "I can't track them you glossy-haired fop! They've teleported. I can't track them anymore than I can track fart on the wind."

Kyson ignores Zstelian's outburst and tries to find solutions on his own.

"I can pray for some solutions tomorrow...maybe Sarenrae will show us the way. And maybe we won't be taken by surprise next time...next time we take one of *them* hostage. We have to try something!"

Kyson looks at the direction the monkeydemons came from.

"They came from that direction. Maybe they did walk here...maybe you can't follow them after they left, but maybe as they came?"

Roughly what time is it?

First thing in the morning. Kyson may not even have prepped his spells yet.

That's convenient. =P

"Give a shot Kyson. I think your goddess is the only one that can save Urol at this point."

I haven't!? *cough* Oh yeah! I haven't yet...no sirreee!

Kyson looks at the rising sun and thinks about Sarenrae.

"Boy, those demons are early risers! Let me pray now and see if Sarenrae has any answers."

Kyson goes to pray, inviting those that wish to greet the morning sun to come with...for it might be the last morning sun that they see.

* * *
Sarenrae? It's me, Kyson. We lost our good friend today, Urol. I know that this might be a lot to ask, but since you see everything, can you help us find our friend?

* * *

We'll try Locate Object first, if that fails, I'll try re-praying with a Divination spell. Or Planar Ally, Lesser because we have so much extra money to burn. Sending? If Urol is conscious and can tell us direction.

Kyson partially finishes praying to the morning sun.

When the party is ready, he will cast Locate Object. He fixate on an item of Urol (his hat? belt? whatever is memorable!) and hope the gnome is within 400+8*40=720 feet. He will move in the direction from which the thing attached for 8 minutes, trying to ping on Urol.

Khazmia attends morning prayers with Kyson. She doesn't dwell on her usual prayer but focuses intently on supporting whatever Kyson may be praying.

Glorious Lady of Light, please hear your servant Kyson this day and if it please you, grant his prayers. Let him be the flame that lights the way to our friend Urol, who was stolen away by horrible monkeydemons this very day. If you should let him lead us, I promise to give my all in bringing your fiery redemption to the monkeydemons and whoever they may serve.

Amen.

Look back; technically he never prayed...

You detect the gnome's hat about 500 feet to the north.

"To the North!" Kyson spins around excitedly, pointing north. Kyson leads on, certain he has at least found Urol's...hat.

*huffa*
*puffa*
*huffa*

"I'll need to pray again *puffa* before we go inside...I didn't finish in case we needed other *huffa* ways to find Urol."

As you rush forward, the oppressive, fog-thick jungle thins before a low hill. Above, a large spire of black rock looms, while at the hill's base, the image of two gigantic fanged baboon heads carved into the rock leers out at the jungle. Their gaping maws reveal two caves that lead into darkness.

The colonists hesitate as you near.

"We're not going in there!" Avner exclaims. "Forget the gnome!"

"To the North!"

Khazmia falls in with Kyson, glad to have something other than hopelessness to focus on. "Right, you pray. I'll blast them full of lightning bolts. Uhhh, do we think lightning will hurt them?"

She turns around again and urges the colonists to follow. "Come on! You don't want to wait here all by your selves."

Holy Crap!! We're so lost, we've traveled into 3.5 LAND!!! GAH!!!!

Kyson looks at the spire in awe, a fleck of drool merging into a beat of sweat on his lip.

"What. Is. That?"

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 Know (Planes)
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 Know (Religion)

"Wow...that is interesting. I'd better pray a lot and extra more before we go in there!"

Kyson goes to pray for rest of his spells for the day.

"Kyson, do you know any prayers that'll help my blades pierce their hides?" Zstelian asks while glancing at his less effective knives.

Align Weapon would be the hotness. Would Weapons Against Evil work?

Khazmia looks at the faces then at Kyson's face then back to the stone faces again. Finally she pulls herself up to her very regal best and addresses the people.

"Nobody panic. Kyson needs a little more time to prepare, and I might suggest that we all join him. Should anyone wish to convert to the worship of Our Lady of Light, I am sure she would hear your entreaties."

Convert...

Sekathral peers up at the sun, screwing his eyes up, then glances at Kyson, deep in prayer.

*He* seems happy enough; more than happy, in fact. Maybe Khaz is right...

He thinks for a long while, not sure what to do, then notices he can see down Amella's blouse out of the corner of his eye.

We-e-ell... ! Os**t, I think she saw me looking. Better look busy...

He hurries off, trying to appear as if he's thoroughly occupied with preparing his weapons for the coming battle.

Loading pistol with tracer bullets, I think.

Briar finishes praying and is ready to head in. He looks to Silvio to lead the way.

The colonists, seeing you plan to enter, balk.

"No flaming way, we're going into the kraken's gullet," Amella swears. "Might as well just spread oil over the hull of the ship and start juggling flaming gaffer's hooks!"

Several others nod, Avner adding "Just let the gnome go. How hard can it be to get out of here?"

Also, will need to know which of the two entrances you'll want to enter.

Khazmia listens to Amella's panic for a moment, her frown deepening until her tusks jut forward. "There is more to the value of a man, or a gnome, than what he can do for you. If we would leave Urol, then what is to say that leaving any of you won't be next? If we have a chance - and Saranrae shines upon her beloved Kyson, surely- then we must try to save him."

She turns to follow Kyson, then stops and faces the colonists at large. "Your other option is to stay here without us, of course. Not what I would suggest, considering how the last few encounters with the native fauna have gone, but certainly within your right."

Head held high, she turns, dismissing them all, and follows Kyson.

Is there anything identifiable about the entrances?

"Fine. Stay out here then. I'm sure you'll be fine without us if those things come looking for you", Zstelian passive-aggressively threatens in agreement with the orcish princess.

"The rest of you that aren't daft need to stick close."

Nothing more than I put above; is there something specific you're wondering about?

Also, new map is up; ignore the black square to the left -- that was the little inset map from the previous encounter.

The colonists exchange glances and look dubious.

"We're not going in there," Amella repeats. "Last time we went underground, Lirith and Skald didn't come out."

"Not to mention Telores," Lissa adds in, referring to one of the other colonists.

"We'll wait out here in the jungle," she says, several of the others nervously nodding.

Oh, there's a map!

Maybe one entrance was littered with corpses or something. =P

Zstelian looks around for tracks, either human, animal, or demonic.

If nothing turns up, we try left.

Left?! That's not right!

Kyson follows Zstelian into the double scary caves of infinite demonic doom, nervous about his just brilliant idea to try to save Urol.

Real smart, Kyson! Sure...lead people to this place. I hope Sarenrae can see my bravery in her name!

"No flaming way, we're going into the kraken's gullet," Amella swears. "Might as well just spread oil over the hull of the ship and start juggling flaming gaffer's hooks!"

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Anyway, if you're staying out here, see you later. I'm going in, 'cause there might be something to drink. Or nick"

Sekathral follows Zstelian in, being as quiet Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18 and observant Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 as he can.

"Silvio belives that you are safe in the capable hands of yourself. We shall return shortly with Urol." the chelaxian proclaims and enters.

With no tracks, you enter the dark tunnel but you've gone no more than 20 feet when the roof above suddenly collapses, tons of rock coming down on Zstelian and Silvio 19 hp, DC 15 Reflex save for half, and burying the two men under the rubble!

The rock slides backward, also catching Khaz and Kyson and threatening to bury them as well 14 hp plus buried, DC 15 Reflex save to negate.

8d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 3, 1, 2, 1, 1, 3) = 19
3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 6) = 14

Anyone who's not buried can work to free those who are.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 Reflex

Kyson seems to avoid most of the falling rocks, blind luck shining brightly upon him.

"Yikes!!" Kyson begins to dig for any friends who are trapped.

Flex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Zstelian narrowly avoids the avalanche.

Zstel and Silvio are buried regardless; they just take less damage with the save.

reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Khazmia, still fuming about the idiots refusing to follow them into the cave, is caught unawares by the collapse and is buried by the cave in.

Bummer. =(

"Bloody hell. Never a dwarf about when you want one"

Sekathral begins the long task of excavating his friends

Kyson, in this continuing efforts to misuse the holy weapon of choice, pulls out his scimitar and begins to use that to dig as well. He trusts the blade is strong enough to withstand the damage he'll be doing to it to save his friends.

Reflex save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 => half damage \o/

"*mphkjlfdskljkfdsplkjfdslkj*" says the muffled voice of Silvio beneath the rubble.