Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Kyson will begin sorting through the door pieces, looking for suitable makeshift torches and handing them to Finn for inspection.

"Finn, what do you think of this piece? Or this one?"
Kyson holds out a particularly wet and warped piece of wood.

I'm helping.

Beyond the smashed door, a room, about 25-feet square with a five-foot alcove to the south and another set of doors to the east, stands revealed.

Also revealed, however, are five more zombies, obviously alerted by the noise, who quickly move to attack, jaws open as they reach for you.

Initiative:
Dargon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Finn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Kyson: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Sekathral: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Silvio: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Zstelian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Zombies: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Map

Round 1, Init 19

Kyson stands agape for a moment as his mind puts together the pieces from the first fight to these new threats.

"Zombies! These are zombies, right?" Kyson fumbles for his holy symbol. "Sarenrae teaches us what to do with them!"

Kyson moves to within 30' of all of them...but as far away as he can.

Uh, Sarenrae, it's me, Kyson. Can you hear me? Kyson holds his holy symbol aloft.

Help me, Sunshine! Help us!

Channel Energy to harm undead: 1d6 ⇒ 4 damage, DC 15 (1/5 used)

Round 1, Init 20, HP 8/8, AC 16

Get into position to where I'm unlikely to be swarmed/flanked, then attack (with dagger) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 dmg 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Round 1
Init 11
HP 12
AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +1 natural, +1 dodge)
CMD 20
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

"More souls denied their rest," Dargon mumbles as he moves in to slash the closest zombie with his handaxe.

Handaxe
ATT 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
DMG 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

AC 20/touch 15
HP 11/11
CMB -1, CMD 13
Effects: Dex Mutagen
Bombs: 3/4
Str 11 Dex 18 Con 17 Int 16 Wis 12 Cha 14

Finn launches a bomb at the back of the pack.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The group again reacts more quickly than its opponents as Sekathral leaps forward, his dagger slicing smoothly through one of the zombies and severing one of its arms in a spray of ichor. 8 hp damage

Kyson's call to Sarenrae seems to bathe the area in a soothing, warm energy, but the zombies moan in apparent pain as it washes over them. 4 hp damage to zombie 3, 2 hp to the rest (10 total to zombie 1)

Silvio dances forward, teaming again with Sekathral as he slashes at the badly injured zombie. "You attack well but you should try to remove their heads, not their arms," he advises the elf as his blow opens a gaping wound across the creature's neck. But the its head is nearly severed, it continues to move.5 hp, 15 total

The zombie bites Sekathral, its teeth ripping into his flesh as it holds on, clearly preparing to continue trying to eat the elf. 4 hp to Sekathral, now grappling; improved grab so no AoO

Dargon's axe cuts through zombie flesh with little resistance, his blow unbalancing the creature for a moment before it resumes its attack. 5 hp damage, 7 total The zombie bites at Dargon, sharpened teeth cutting into the dwarf's tough skin as it tries to rip his flesh from his bones. 4 hp to Dargon, now grappling; improved grab so no AoO

Zstelian pulls his falchion and rushes forward to help Dargon, but his blow lands wide, only carving a sodden piece of armor from the zombie.

Finn's bomb explodes in the rear of the group of zombies, filling the damp cavern with a horrid stench of burning, rotting flesh. 9 hp to zombie 4, 11 total; 4 hp to zombie 3 (8 total); 4 hp to zombie 5 (6 total)

The remaining zombies rush foward, horrendous moans filling the cavern. Two more try to pile on Sekathral, but Silvio's able to protect the dwarf, though he's too harried to land a blow with any force.

The final one moves in on Dargon, taking another bite out of the monk and also holding on as he continues to try to tear the dwarf's flesh, ignoring Zstelian's attempt to keep him away. 5 hp damage, also grappled

Round 2, initiative 18
ac 17
hp 8/12
effects:

"You seem to be the choice course of the dead, my friend", Silvio remarks as the another zombie takes a bite out of the elf. "Swift feet, like Silvio. That is the way!" he continues as he thrusts his sword at the zombie gnawing on the elven rogue.

5ft step to move into a flank with the zombie grabbing Sekathral
Standard action to attack the zombie: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 (+2 if flanking) 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Round 2 - AC: 18, HP: 12

Zstelian whistles, sending Kayle on the attack and then brings his falchion to bear again.

Kyson will move to where he can get a shot off without cover and let loose with a ball of fire at the zombie grappling Sekathral.

Light the candle! And release!

1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 15 touch to hit;
1d6 ⇒ 1 fire damage.

As Dargon noted in the discussion thread, he is NOT actually grappled. The zombies tried to hold on but his flesh ripped free, so they just choked down the meat and will try to bite again.

Round 2, init 20, hp 4/8, AC 16

"They're ****ing dead! Why do they need to eat if they're ****ing dead? **** off! Eat the priest instead - it's his bloody turn!" [b] Sekathral screams, slashing out with his dagger in an attempt to make the zombie let go Attk 1d20 ⇒ 15 Dmg 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Round 2
Init 11
HP 3/12 -> 12/12 after potion
AC 17, touch 16, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +1 natural, +1 dodge)
CMD 20
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

Dargon yells out, "Get ur stinky maws off me!", as he takes a step back 5' step and downs his cure light wounds potion.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Sorry about the delay. For some reason I thought I was waiting on a couple more posts.

Sekathral slashes at the zombie holding on to him's neck, finishing severing it. The head stop moving, though its teeth appear to be caught in the elf's coat sleeve, clinging to him even after its body has finally fallen still.

Kyson throws a ball of flame at one of the zombies attacking Dargon, but his care to not hit the dwarf means he barely brushes the foul creature, inflicting a minor wound. 1 hp

Silvio maneuvers around one of the other zombies and slashes at it, carving a small chunk of rotting flesh clear. 4 hp damage

Dargon steps back to drink a potion and as the zombie lurches forward to follow, it leaves an opening for Zstelian, who's able to take advantage. The blow splits the zombie down its chest, both halves falling to the side after a second, putting the undead creature to rest. Kayle takes a few chunks of flesh from the zombie as it falls, not realizing its dead before she swooped at it. She missed, so that's just a little color...

Finn pulls his spear out and waits for an opening in the melee.

The remaining zombies continue to try to bite at you, one ripping into Sekathral, tearing a large chunk of flesh off the elf 8 hp, drawing a yell of pain before the sailor's face suddenly turns pale and he collapses unconscious.

Kyson will fumble for his scimitar.

Kyson will move up 10', ready to defend himself if zombies come close.

I've never understood how to use this thing. I think I'm holding the right end.

Round 3, initiative 18
hp 8/12
ac 17, touch 13, fleet-footed 14
cmd 16
effects:

"No, no", Silvio laughs. "That is not how you hold it, lad. You must grasp your weapon with purpose! Then thrust your blade with the fiery passion of Silvio's heart. You watch Silvio for a while. Watch Silvio's spirits. A greater lesson, there is not!" the chelaxian continues as he whirls his sword among his undead enemies.

Move action to take a 5ft step into a flank if such a thing is possible
Standard action to attack a zombie, 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 (+2 if flanking), damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Edit: come on flanking, come on low ac!

AC 20/touch 15
HP 11/11
CMB -1, CMD 13
Effects: Dex Mutagen
Bombs: 3/4
Str 11 Dex 18 Con 17 Int 16 Wis 12 Cha 14

"Yes! Like Silvio! Like this!" Finn cries out as he launches his spear.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The spear strikes true, even though it wobbles limply in his target. "Haha! You see? So easy!"

Finn pulls out another spear, preparing for a repeat performance.

Kyson watches spear and sword move with both speed and willful malice and wonders how such is possible.

Kyson grips his scimitar even tighter.

These people are mad.

Round 3 - AC: 18, HP: 12

Zstelian tries to ignore Silvio's bluster and focuses on the foes before him. Falchion in hand, he presses his attack. Kayle follows closely behind.

Round 2
Init 11
HP 12/12
AC 17*, touch 16*, flat-footed 14* (+2 Dex, +1 natural, +1 dodge) *-2 after charging
CMD 20
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5

Dargon noticing Sekathral collapsing under the a duo of zombies charges in to push them off.

Bull Rush with Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17

On his way to save Sekathral, Dargon noticing Kyson fumbling with his blade yells out some dwarven wisdom. "Pious Kyson, don't fret over your blade. Your god is your true strength. Call for her to move beyond your heart and into your arms."

The above was for round 3, not 2. I forgot to up the round and didn't notice until I could no longer edit.

Kyson tightly grips his sword in front of him, white knuckles causing
the blade to shake in his hand.

Why is everyone yelling at me? I'm doing the best I can!

Round 3, HP -4/8

Constitution check time... 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 4 = 3

Whoopee.

The zombie who had ripped a chunk of flesh off Sekathral stops fighting, leaning down, mouth open wide, to feast on the dying elf. Before he can do any more damage, Silvio's blade separates its head from its shoulders, and it collapses in a pile on Sekathral.

Dargon launches himself into the other zombie hovering around Sekathral and Silvio, shoving it back five feet, but suffers a bite in the process, flesh being ripped from his shoulder blade.6 points damage It quickly closes with the dwarf and tries to bite him again, but Dargon's able to fend him off.

Zstelian and Kayle turn to the zombie that Dargon abandoned to help Sekathral, Zstelian distracting it while Kayle rips chunks of flesh free with her talons and beak until it stops moving. 8 points damage

Finn's spear seems to slide through the remaining creature's rotting guts, spilling ichor. It doesn't seem to harm the creature, but as it goes to pull the spear from its body, Dargon takes advantage and slices it in half. With just one left, I did Dargon's round 3 actions.

The room falls quiet again, only the steady drip drip drip of water falling from the cave roof and your own breathing (and likely Silvio's commentary) piercing the silence.

Kyson will run up to a 'dead' zombie and hack at it with his scimitar.

"Heee-yah!"

I'm fighting.

Kyson will slash a few times before realizing that they have already returned to undeath.

Wiping sweat from his brow, he will look at his companions.

"Fighting is tiring, is it not?"

"That's the spirit! Once you are ready to move onto moving foes you can embark on the path of Silvio, superior swordsman and captain of great repute", Silvio encourages Kyson. With a nonchalant flick of the wrist he accomplishes the noteworthy feat of cleaning almost all of the gore of his sword. Two move swipes with some of the zombies clothing removes the rest and leaves the blade glimmering in the soft light in tune with his pearly smile.

"But now i think your skills are better suited to treat the living", he says and points to Sekathral. "He is still breathing, is he not?"

Heal Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Aye, but 'is breath is light, he ain't 'ave much time."

"Pious Kyson, can Sarenrae relight 'is fire?"

Kyson looks at Sekathral for a few moments before realizing that he can, in fact, do something for the rude little man.

"Whaa-? Oh yeah...if Sarenrae is with me, of course, I might be able to help."

Kyson moves closer to Sekathral.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 heal check

Is he still alive? Ah yes. That's good, I suppose.

Kyson will place his hand on a non-bloody part Sekathral's body and ask Sarenrae for help.

Are you there Sarenrae? It's me, Kyson. I need you.

Cast CLW, converting Comprehend Languages.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 healing to Sekathral

Kyson looks around at the assorted woundage of the party.

At bit more, Sarenrae? It's me, Kyson.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 5 healing to all

"Are you there, Sekathral? Sekathral?!"

Now I know why Sarenrae hates zombies.

Seeing Sekathral come to, Kyson will arise and retrieve his scimitar.

Trying the same move that he saw Silvio do to clean his blade, Kyson succeeds only in spraying himself (and those nearby) with zombie gore.

"Oops! Sorry!"

Kyson will retreat back to the crab room to clean up in the water there before returning to the group. He will dip his scimitar in the salty water a few times before putting it directly back in the scabbard.

There! Just how a warrior would do it.

Sekathral raises himself up on one elbow, groaning and swearing under his breath, and looks about him, slightly surprised. "Thanks" he mutters. "Glad you woke me up. I dreamed I was lieing on a silken couch in Calistria's boudoir, surrounded by buxom petitioners offering me all manner of perverse delights, only to find that they all looked like Dargon. No offence. " He says drily, nodding to the dwarf. "And if you think I'm going toe to toe with any more walking worm-farms, you can forget it. We should have had crossbows for this job"

Sekathral raises himself up on one elbow, groaning and swearing under his breath, and looks about him, slightly surprised. "Thanks" he mutters. "Glad you woke me up. I dreamed I was lieing on a silken couch in Calistria's boudoir, surrounded by buxom petitioners offering me all manner of perverse delights, only to find that they all looked like Dargon. No offence. " He says drily, nodding to the dwarf. "And if you think I'm going toe to toe with any more walking worm-farms, you can forget it. We should have had crossbows for this job"

With a strange look at Sekathral, a confused expression shows on Dargon's face, "Huh?!"

Oh Torag, is this how you punish me for abondoning my clan? No wife to call my own, yet elves dream of me on their death bed.

"I'm glad you're still with us, elf", Zstelian comments as Kyson's magic brings him back from the brink of death.

"Good work boy", he adds to the scribe.

Looking around the cave, you notice clean bones -- some of them cracked open -- scattered across the floor in addition to the zombies' remains.

Kyson returns to the room, a bit of water dripping from his scabbard.

"Shall we begin to dig our graves here? And do we need to crack our own bones or is someone going to do that for us?" Kyson looks unhappy about having his bones cracked.

I wonder if I should offer to die last so I could perform last rites on all of them...but that might hurt.

Motte, is there a way out of here?

Silvio laughs and waves a dismissive hand at Kyson. "You make a fine jest and you pick up Silvio's spirit. There is no risk here. Silvio's grave will be dug by strong men in earth made soft by the countless tears of Silvio's female admirers. It will lie on a cliff by the sea", the chelaxian announces. "Or perhaps in the garden of a great city. Silvio has not decided that yet", he adds after some thought.

Same question as Kyson. Is there a way out of here or is this room a dead end?

You do not see any other ways out of the room.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"So, are you ready to follow Silvio to freedom?", Silvio asks the group. Once every one has given their concent the chelaxian strides to the eastern doors and tries to open them. (checking for traps are for cowards, not for brave men like Silvio)

Zstelian wipes his blade clean, checks on Kayle briefly, and then follows after the fearless Silvio.

Kyson looks at Silvio with an open mouth for a few moments before shutting it and following the man.

I didn't want to die in this room anyway. Maybe in the crab room?

The only unopened door is to the west in the crab room. Is that the one you meant?

Also, if anyone wants to back up before Silvio leads the way to freedom, I'm fine doing "then and now" for a bit. I like to keep the pace up when possible, but please don't feel you can't do something just because the game's progressing while you may be away from your computer.

Sounds good to me.

Beyond the smashed door, a room, about 25-feet square with a five-foot alcove to the south and another set of doors to the east, stands revealed.

Was this door i ment. I don't know if we've gone through them. Anyway, i'm going with the closest door we haven't opened yet :)

"I'm ALL UP for following Silvio to freedom! Either that or I'm going to have to make a supersuperdoublebatch of shrinking potion and swim through an ittybitty tube to the ocean to find someone bottom trawling and cut me out of the sole who swallows me and... oh gosh, I'm blabbermouthing again because of all that nettle--it's a frobbin' good stimulant, everything just so much more there!"

Sekathral examines the bones Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 "Bet that's Penkus. Anyway, let's go. I can have a look at that door before the inevitable spear trap turns you into a soprano, Silvio, or I can stay here and have a smoke instead - up to you. Whatever's in the next room can probably sense your godlike magnificence from here anyway, so no need to worry about surprising it"

Nobody seems to be paying much attention, so Sekathral swears, lights up and skulks behind the rest of the group consoling himself by mapping out increasingly unpleasant ways of getting his own back on Vanthus.

Sekathral, the bones look like they've been picked clean, with the marrow sucked from the ones that are cracked open. You do however find a potion bottle intact amid the debris, as well as a short sword and four gold coins.

Opening the door to the west, you find what appears to be a sea cave. Water, fueled by what must be powerful submerged currents, laps and splashes against the walls of the twisting cavern about 20 feet from the door.

A sandy slope descends from the door down to the edge of the subterranean tide. Dozens of purple and red sea urchins glisten in shallow divots along the ground and lower walls here, their spines glittering with sea water.

Kyson sits and stares.

I wonder what this place would look like in full daylight. Surely Sarenrae's light would only enhance the beauty.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Perception

"What are those things?"

"Urchins", Zstelian replies. "They are like big spiky snails. Most of them are harmless but some have painful stings."

"We might be able to get out by swimming through here."

Sekathral eyes the passage dubiously. "It'll be tricky swimming through there with all those things. Could we clear some of them off first, or is it better not to disturb them, Zstelian? Also, we don't know what's out the other side" Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 I'm trying to see if we can see daylight/starlight glimmering, which might suggest that we'll be able to get out without drowning. "Maybe Finn could down a couple more of his mixtures and scout it out first"

"Eh?! I'm not one to be jumping into strange waters. This dwarf means to find a dry way out if there is one to be had."

"Sure, I'll go!"