Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

"I've been better, mate. Should have stayed at sea - drowning I can understand, but not being eaten by a ****ing giant snot-blob..."

Lot of lost HP, but I don't think I've got any negative levels...

"Let me take care of that", Linah says and channels some of the positive magic from one of the healing wands into Sekathral.

Cure light wounds wand hit for Sekathral: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Cure light wounds wand hit for Sekathral: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure light wounds wand hit for Sekathral: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure light wounds wand hit for Sekathral: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Cure light wounds wand hit for Sekathral: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

That should just about bring you back to full.

"Next time you warn us of everything that is in the chamber", Linah warns Irgzid. "I am greatful that you healed Sekathral, but should you have informed us of the being Sekathral would not have been injured in the first place."

Linah looks down the dakr tunnel. "How much further?", she asks before starting the continued delve into the island.

I don't believe Seka has any negative levels. He is down 1 Con, however, because of the poison. In about 30 seconds, he's going to be down 1d4 ⇒ 2 more Con.

"I'm sorry," Irgzid says. "That was not there the last time I came this way! The Darklands are a dangerous place; there is much down here that will kill you. And there is still much more time to go."

He gestures on and you continue down the path, miles passing in the oppressive darkness, with the weight of the world seemingly on your shoulders.

Eventually, about 8 miles later if Zstelian's any judge, Irgzid calls a halt.

Ahead of you, a 70-foot-wide cavern drops away into a black gulf below. A forest of stalactites hangs from the ceiling, some dropping away out of sight into the darkness. A ledge, its surface glistening with moisture and mold, winds down the inner wall of the cavern, a descending path of dubious safety.

"There is a creature here that can be dangerous. It usually lets my people pass, because we offer it a slave to eat, but I do not know how it will react to you. It may expect to eat one of you as well."

He describes it at your request: It's a conical creature, with a single eye and maw, with fibrous tentacles.

Kyson tries to believe Irgzid's words, but is having a harder time believing.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 Sense Motive (Irgzid)

Kyson has no dungeoneering.

Kyson listens to Irgzid's next warning with interest. He hopes he might be correct this time.

"Well, let's see what we got next," Kyson says tentatively. He feels a fear that he hasn't felt in a while. Something about being this far down, away from the light of the Sun and Sarenrae seems to have zapped some of his resolve.

"You guys go first."

Kyson pads along in the air...and when he gets to the cavern, goes a bit higher, looking for the creature that Irgzid spoke of.

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34 Perception

You believe Irgzid is telling the truth.

Zstelian inches forward. "So it talks? Maybe we can reason with it."

Still feeling a bit ropey, Sekathral chugs down a vial of antitoxin, then has a think.

Dungeoneering (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Never ****ing well heard of it. If we ain't got something for it to eat, I don't reckon it'll be that pleased to see us, but give it a go"

Looking sceptical, he loads and cocks his pistols.

knowl dungeoneering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

"Yeah, I'm not sure what that could be Maybe once we see it."Khaz considers Irgzid's description, but can't quite seem to figure out what he's talking about. She grabs her wand of Saranrae's righteous redemption and follows the others into the next chamber. Whatever it is, let's hope it will listen to reason, either ours, or the Blessed Lady's.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Seka's down 3 Con; do you guys want to do anything about that before continuing on?

You enter the cave, but if the creature Irgzid described is here, you can't make it out from the rest of the stone. The troglodtye follows you, looking around nervously.

Seka's down 3 Con; do you guys want to do anything about that before continuing on?

Kyson will cast Lesser Restoration on Sekathral, admonishing the pirate while doing so for missing morning prayers for the sun.

1d4 ⇒ 1 heal con damage

Would totally appreciate it if you guys would be super duper clear with me when you need help. I check statuses, but I'm not always able to track your effects and needs.

Kyson is ready to move on...he thinks.

Let's get in there and talk to/kill a tentacle monster.

I assume you did go in, per my last post. You don't see the alleged monster. You can try to descend or talk to the air or ... something else, I guess.

Zstelian keeps his weapons sheathed but his hands aren't too far from their grips.

"Mister Choker? Are you out there? There's no need for surprises. Show yourself and let's work something out."

Perception: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26

Khazmia casts mage hand and takes up a torch,moving it about the room. "Helloo! Come out, come out wherever you are...."

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"What do your people call him, Irgzid?"

Kyson continues to keep his eyes open.

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19 Perception

"Yeah, we don't want to kill you with painful fire. Don't make us!"

Casting Lesser restoration on Sekathral: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Please be quiet! We do not need to call out this creature. I would rather avoid any altercation. Remember what almost happened with the oozes. Just keep your eyes open, Linah says and moves further into the cave.

Perception roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sekathral, bursting with health, peers into the gloom as he backs up the others

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

"What almost happened with the oozes?" a gravely voice asks, though you are still unable to place its location. "I hardly fear you killing me, though you do look like delicious snacks. Why do you disturb me, though? Answer quickly, or I shall make a meal of all of you!"

Nice!

Linah looks back and forth trying to discern the source of the voice. "What happened is none of your concern, and you will make a meal of no one", Linah answers keeping her tone calm but firm. "We do not seek to disturb you. We are just passing through."

"Linah, tell him that I taste bad and he probably doesn't want to eat me," Kyson whispers. "Also, we will burn him with fire. Lots of fire."

"Ah. I have let many pass through. All I demand is a live snack and you too may benefit from my largesse," the voice growls.

"Now", says Sekathral, "It so happens that we're going hunting. Wouldn't be any trouble for us to bring you much more than a snack back, given how good we are, and we're folks what keeps our promises, so how about it?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Linah looks at Sekathral with astonishment. Had the elf completely lost his mind? Giving him the benefit of the doubt Linah leans in and whispers with an agitated tone: "What are you doing? I can not give my word that I will bring back a sentient being for this thing to devour"

"You don't have to", hisses the elf. "Plus, I didn't say what I'd bring 'im back, did I?"

He winks at Linah.

Kyson steps forward to 'help'.

"Oh yeah, we can find some meat for you. In fact, there is a whole bunch of bad guys we just slew upstairs. We could toss them down and drag them through the jelly if you'd like. Some of them are burnt to a toasty goodness by Sarenrae's fire too," Kyson offers. "Would that do? Do you prefer cooked or uncooked? With jelly or without?"

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 Diplomacy

"You know, I think I'll just take the snacks that are already here!" the creature intones.

Suddenly, a thin sticky strand comes flying from amidst the stalactites, one of which reveals itself to have a huge eye just above a toothy mouth. It hits Zstelian, pulling the Varisian five feet closer to the creature. He feels his body going numbed, muscles feeling like jelly. DC 25 Fort save or take 3 Strength damage

Linah and Zstelian are up for Round 1/2.

No map on this one. Creature is 20 feet away from all but Zstelian, who's 15 feet away.

Initiative 17
ac 28 (32 vs AoO provoked by movement), touch 21, fleet-footed 23 (+6 to AC if the creature is evil)
fort +14, ref +15, will +15 (immune to charm, disease, fear)
cmd 30
hp 83/90
effects: aura of courage ‘10 +4, aura of resolve ‘10 +4, Smite Evil

"You will do no such thing!" Linah cries out and lashes out with her scimitar.

Swift action to use Smite Evil on the creature
Is it possible to attack the tentacle on Zstelian?
If so I’ll take a full round action to attack it twice, otherwise I’ll take a move action to engage and then a standard action to attack
Main attack roll: 1d20 + 16 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 16 + 6 = 40 (+6 Smite Evil (I’m assuming it is evil aligned))
Damage roll: 1d6 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 10 = 21 (+10 Smile Evil)
Crit confirm attack roll: 1d20 + 16 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 16 + 6 = 34 (+6 Smite Evil (I’m assuming it is evil aligned))
Damage roll: 1d6 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 10 = 20 (+10 Smile Evil)

Secondary attack roll (if I can attack the tentacle): 1d20 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 6 = 33 (+6 Smite Evil (I’m assuming it is evil aligned))
Damage roll: 1d6 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 10 = 17 (+10 Smile Evil)
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 11 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 6 = 19 (+6 Smite Evil (I’m assuming it is evil aligned))
Damage roll: 1d6 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 10 = 22 (+10 Smile Evil)

Fort: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Zstelian screams as the strand's touch numbs his limbs. Kayle is quick to take off from her perch on his shoulder and fly to the old ranger's defense. Zstelian growls and flings several chakram at the thing.

Mainhand: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 14 - 2 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 1 = 12

Offhand: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 14 - 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 = 7

Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 = 13

Offhand Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 = 13

Secondary Offhand Iterative: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 - 1 = 11

Kayle Claw: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Damage: 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Round 1, init 12

Sekarhral raises his pistol and blazes away into the darkness

Attk: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Just Linah and Zstelian are up at the moment. It's my turn; just need to get a little more time to post -- busy weekend here.

Linah easily cuts through the strand, her sword going through it like a hot knife through butter, freeing Zstelian to launch his favored weapon at the strange creature.

His aim is true, all but one of the chakram hitting, but only one seems to penetrate its tough hide, and its maw gapes in what you think might be an evil grin, even as Kayle's claws rake it.

It lashes out more strands, each hitting you and immediately numbing your flesh Everyone, including Kayle must make a DC 25 Fort save or take 3 pts. of Str damage and pulling everyone but Linah closer.

Irgzid's eyes go wide and he quickly intones a prayer, flexing his claws as he gets ready to fight.

Linah is 30' away; Zstelian is 20' away; everyone else is 25'; Kayle is in melee range.

Fort save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20 vs DC25 => fail => 3 str damage.

@Mott: Did Linah get hit? If the creature is evil she should have a AC of 34 and a touch AC of 27 because of her Smite Evil.

Oh, I apologize then, Linah. No, you didn't get hit.

Round 1, Init 11

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29 Fort

Kyson shakes off the bad touching and moves closer to the roper, drawing a small pouch of 8 holy holly berries as he does. He looks sad, as if wishing he didn't have to do what he was going to.

When he gets 10' away from the roper (and on the opposite side of Kayle), he tosses the bag at the roper's feet and stepping back.

"I warned you about burning fire. Let the smoke of your burning flesh fill this cavern. INCINDER!"

Tossing down the Fire Seeds.

Fort: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Zstelian manages to shake off the monster's paralyzing touch and flings several more razor-sharp disks at it. He whistles calling Kayle off.

Mainhand: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 2 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 = 7

Offhand: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 14 - 2 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 = 7

Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 = 13

Offhand Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 1 = 12

Secondary Offhand Iterative: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 2 = 3
Damage: 1d8 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 1 = 6

Kayle withdraws.

Khazmia feels herself weaken She failed her save, so takes 3 Str damage, and quickly casts, sending rays of flame toward the attacker, two of which hit.

Kyson's fireberries tear into the roper, despite its desperate attempts to escape and it prepares to lash out at the young priest when Linah interposes herself, her blade finishing off the creature, and leaving the cavern quiet.

Kyson looks around the cave to make sure the others are still standing before he addresses the burning stump of the roper.

"I told you not to mess with Sarenrae. I told you there would be fire and hurting," Kyson offers a quick kick to the smoldering stump.

"Is everyone alright?" Kyson asks as he looks to see if the roper has any interesting loot and magic (cast detect magic).

Khaz weaves on her feet. "That was... unpleasant." I'm home.

After picking up his scattered weaponry, Zstelian stares in disbelief in Kyson's handiwork. "Well done..."

"Unpleasant's one way of putting it", the old ranger complains while flexing his hand in an effort to return feeling to it. "Kyson, do you have a prayer to fix this?"

Fort save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Sekathral, unwinding the tentacle wrapped around him and picking himself off the floor, nods as vigorously as he can in response to Zstelian's comment.

"Nice job, Kyson, but I feel like a ****ing half-starved kitten. Still, let's see what's left over from what that bugger didn't eat"

He crawls about on his hands and knees, poking at anything that looks even slightly interesting

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 Or take 10 for 28

inside the creature, you can find 43 pp and 5 garnets, each worth 100 gp. A 10-minute search of the bones and other detritus in the cave reveal a silver and ivory scepter worth 1,200 gp, a beautiful flail, a fine cloak and a rune-covered staff tipped at both ends with a glittering diamond.

The latter three items radiate magic.

Kyson shakes his head at Zstelian. "I wasted that prayer on the pirate."

Kyson examines the magic items.

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18 Spellcraft (Flail)
1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33 Spellcraft (Cloak)
1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23 Spellcraft (Staff)

Linah transfers her light spell from her scimitar and sheathes it to check on the others. She looks the group up and down looking puzzled. "You do not carry any visible wounds. What did the creature do to you?"

Cast my Lesser restoration for the day :/

Kyson shakes his head at Zstelian. "I wasted that prayer on the pirate."

"Kyson! You did not waste anything. Do not diminish the aid you provide", Linah chides the cleric.

Kyson shakes his head at Zstelian. "I wasted that prayer on the pirate."

"Didn't seem that way to me, mate. Now stop fondling your booty and let's get on with it"

Kyson, you're not sure what the flail or staff do, but you think the cloak offers magical protection Cloak of resistance +3.

Carefully descending the cliff, you find the path continues on, slowly descending farther and farther into the island.

The miles seem to pass beneath your feet, but the trail continues on, and eventually you feel sleep threatening in the lightless depths.

Not that you can tell, but it's nighttime, so you have a chance to rest and recover.

"Kyson! You did not waste anything."

Kyson flinches under the onslaught, and immediately feels sufficiently chided.

"But...Linah...the prayer barely did anything. I tried, I really did try," Kyson protests, unnerved by the long hours of travel in the dark and murk. He longs to see the sun again and has little interest in climbing down further into this hole, let alone climbing out.

"And I'm doing the best I can!" Kyson responds again, more defensively, rubbing away a tear to offer the cloak of resistance +3 to Sekathral. Kyson doesn't need it. Who needs a nice cloak?

He holds up the staff and flail with a face full of frustrated fail.

"Zstelian, Khaz, might you know what these things are? I wasn't able to place them as others were yelling at me."

Kyson could go on or sleep, as necessary. He can't fix no more damage.

"Here, Kyson, I'll take a look. Just as long as I don't have to do too much too quickly" She says with a sigh. She sits down before accepting the flail and the staff to look over.

spellcraft, flail: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
spellcraft, staff: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

Khaz also can't tell what the flail is, but she believes it's a staff of frost, with 9 charges.

1d10 ⇒ 9

"I did not mean to yell at you. I am sorry, Kyson. I just think that you should not diminish your efforts. Nor should you deminish Sekathral."

Linah is fine with resting.

Khazmia collapses in a heap settles gracefully to the ground as she struggles under the weakness caused by the creature's touch.

"I'm not sure about that flail, but this is a nearly fully charged staff of frost!"