Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

Forgot to post this while the site was down: Map

Kyson rolls up the note in the elven alphabet and stows it as well.

I can work on this later.

"Shall we go through this door now?" Kyson indicates the east door and awaits Silvio or Dargon.

Silvio looks at his trousers with a searching look. "You are right. These trousers have lost their luster in the wake of the last nights events. Silvio will have to visit a tailor when we find Vanthus.", the young noble admits. "You will work on what the colors on those fangs mean while Silvio checks the door", Silvio tells Kyson and marches up to the east door and tries to open it.

Before they go through the door, Sekathral exclaims: "Oi, look here - I know what'll nark 'em" , then swaps the flags around at random, removing the one on the Vanderboren estate entirely. "Petty, I know."

Silvio, the door sticks for a moment but then pops open as you pull, revealing a long hallway running to the east. Another closed door is at the far end.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Kyson follows Silvio or Dargon down the hallway.

I wonder if there are any damsels that I can save around here. I doubt it.

"What are these 'dragons' up to down here?" Zstelian asks aloud as he follows along.

"This isn't the lair of a petty crime ring."

"You saw that roster of ships to be holed - they're up to something tasty down here, 'cos that screams protection racket to me. 'Lotus Dragons' sounds a bit Tian Xia-y to me, so maybe it's just an outlandish bunch of sharps trying to muscle in and being a bit heavy about it."

He scratches his nose thoughtfully, then pipes up again

"Doesn't this bloody warren ever end? Silvio, pull open that door. There must be a treasury about somewhere. On second thoughts, let's have a look at it first"

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Sekathral, you don't find any traps on the door or hear anything coming from the other room.

Pulling it open takes a few tries before the seal with the frame finally pops loose. On the other side is what looks like an empty room, but a large creature prevents you from getting a good look.

The creature stands about eight feet high on its back legs, a large hooked beak protruding from its face and talon-like claws from its paws. Feathers drop from its form, which appears to have several large wounds, that almost appear to be rotting.

1d20 ⇒ 4
1d20 ⇒ 6
1d20 ⇒ 17

Initiative:
Dargon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Finn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Kyson: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Sekathral: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Silvio: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Zstelian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Creature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Round 1, Init 11

"Uhm...yuck. What is that?"

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Knowledge (Religion)

"And why does almost every door in this place have some big hideous monster behind it? How do these 'dragons' get from room to room without dying to their own pets?" Kyson wonders aloud.

Kyson will keep his distance from the beast, pulling out a scroll.

It appears to be a zombie of some sort, but you're not quite sure of what.

Round 1, initiative 15
ac 17, touch 13, fleet-footed 14
cmd 16
hp 20/20
effects:

Silvio recoils momentarily from the smell inside the room and shields his nose. "Not even our good friend the taxidermist could make this thing presentable. No need for Silvio to hold back." He swings his blade casually from side to side as a warm up, then moves in to engage the creature.

Move action to engage the creature
Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Round 1, Init 15, HP 13/13, AC 16

"Hell of a pet"

Once Silvio/Dargon/Zstelian have the beast occupied, Sekathral will duck and weave his way past it Acrobatics 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 , then attack Attk 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Dmg 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + (5) = 11

Round 1, Init 20
HP 21/22
AC 21, touch 16, flat-footed 18
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +6
CMD 21 (23 grapple)

Dargon immediately jumps on the creature, hoping to hold it down while his friends get into position.

Improved Grapple
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Round 1, Init 13

Zstelian moves in alongside the others and hacks at the foul monster.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11

By the hungry sands, what is that thing?

Round 1, Init 11a
HP 14/14
AC 15(+2 for fighting defensively=17), touch 13, flat-footed 12
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +3
CMD 16

Khazmia joins the fight cautiously (fighting defensively), taking a flanking position across from Sekathral if it is open.

I'll not be much use against this rotting feather duster, but maybe I can distract it enough to help the others.

sickle: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 51d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Kyson squinches his eyes as he sees Khazmia enter combat, he had almost forgotten she was here.

She's been so quiet. Must be one of them ninjas I read about.

"Careful of that beak, Khaz! I can't re-attach your big tooth should you lose it!"

Kyson realizes that he should have probably clarified which beak he was talking about, the monster's or Khaz'.

What does he mean, “big”? My teeth are the perfect sized!

Khaz runs her tongue over them just to be sure, but the small, silver capped tusks are just as they've been since her sixth birthday when they came in. Xodak swore they were perfect, a sign of her future Destiny. Perhaps Kyson realized that as well, and feared the loss of one might trigger the loss of the other. Yes, that *must* be it!
"Thank you, Kyson! May the Sun warm your toes for your concern. It will not be forgotten!"

Dargon rushes in, grabbing hold of the much larger creature in spite of the smell emanating from it, and opening it up to Silvio's attack, which carves a piece of rotting flesh from it. 9 hp damage

The creature, strangely silent, furiously attacks the dwarf, ripping into him with claws and beak. Blood flows freely as the much scarred warrior slumps into unconsciousness after the attack! 26 hp total damage from three attacks

The rest of the group rushes to surround the creature, but though Zstelian is able to carve another large swatch of splotchy feather-covered hide from it 11 hp, neither Sekathral nor Khazmia is able to penetrate its guard.

Round 2, init 15, hp 13/13, AC 16 [b]

[b]"Cayden's swollen liver! Dargon!"

Attk 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Dmg 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (4) = 7

** spoiler omitted **

Dargon rushes in, grabbing hold of the much larger creature in spite of the smell emanating from it, and opening it up to Silvio's attack, which carves a piece of rotting flesh from it. 9 hp damage

The creature, strangely silent, furiously attacks the dwarf, ripping into him with claws and beak. Blood flows freely as the much scarred warrior slumps into unconsciousness after the attack! 26 hp total damage from three attacks

The rest of the group rushes to surround the creature, but though Zstelian is able to carve another large swatch of splotchy feather-covered hide from it 11 hp, neither Sekathral nor Khazmia is able to penetrate its guard.

** spoiler omitted **

Can he do that? Usually a creature would have to win a grapple check (if they are being grappled) to make a single attack. Not that it can't have special abilities that change it. Also if he can, it looks like only the last one could have hit, unless there are bonuses that are not reflected in the rolls.

Missed that Dargon had taken a potion of mage armor, so only the last attack actually hit. So he's only taken 11 hp damage, and is still conscious.

Round 2, Init 20
HP 10/22
AC 23, touch 18, flat-footed 18 (Mage Armor, Fighting Defensively)
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +6
CMD 21

"Careful, this beast packs a punch," Dargon announces as he let's go of the creature, pulls out his hand ax and attacks the creature from a defensive stance.

Hand Ax - Fighting defensively
1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 4 = 6
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Round 2, Init 11

Kyson will move around to get closer to Dargon should he need more help, still clutching the scroll in his hand, not getting too close to the beast, but about 5' from Dargon.

Take total defense.

"Careful now, Dargon."

Round 2, initiative 15
ac 17, touch 13, fleet-footed 14
cmd 16
hp 20/20
effects:

"Watch that beak, Dargon! Dodge, skip, strike! Like Silvio!" Silvio advices as he manuevers around the undead beast looking to strike at a vulnerable spot.

5ft step to manuver around the creature, trying to get into a flanking position.
Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Round 2, Init 11
HP 14/14
AC 15(+2 for fighting defensively=17), touch 13, flat-footed 12
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +3
CMD 16

"Ooh! That looked painful, Dargon. Do be careful!" Blood is so hard to get out of things.

Khaz does her own version of skip, strike and dodge, continuing the defensive posture while still trying to strike, stepping out of flank to give it to you Silvio.

1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 4 = 61d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Dargon backs off the creature, but isn't able to penetrate its guard as he protects his own hide. Silvio, however, has more success, carving another stripe off its rotting hide. 9 hp damage; 29 total

The creature rips at him, hitting twice, as the Chelaxian isn't able to take his own advice to Dargon. 13 hp total

The rest of the group hacks at the sticking undead, but only Sekathral is able to cut through the features to do some actual damage. 7 hp; 36 total

Round 3, init <u>13</u>, HP 13/13, AC 16

Sekathral attacks again. "Once more, dahlings! Zis time, more striking and less skipping!!" He says, in a bad Taldan accent.

Attk 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Crit confirm 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 Dmg 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 3) + (2) = 10

"Yarr!"

Round 3, Init 11a
HP 14/14
AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +3
CMD 16

What? But I might get... dirty, hurt, killed? This is *so* not the life I'm supposed to be living! But I see your point.

Dropping the skulk and dash, Khasmia slashes with the sickle, pretending it's Mirkoah's entrails she aims to leave upon the floor.

sickle: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Round 3, Init 11b

Kyson moves around for a better shot as he tries to 'light the candle'.

I was hoping he'd be dead by now.

1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12 ranged touch with his small Fire Bolt;
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 fire damage.

Round 3, initiative 15
ac 17, touch 13, fleet-footed 14
cmd 16
hp 7/20
effects:

"Woah", Silvio exclaims as he jump out of the way of the claw that would without a doubt have disembowled him should he have been slower. Unfortunetly the chelaxian was not fast enough, leaving his shirt in tatters and a wicked wound across his midsection. "Silvio might have to stuff you anyway, then sell you to pay for Silvio's replacement shirt", he says and swings his blade across the beak of the undead creature.

5ft step into the spot vacated by Khazimia to set up a flank.
Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24, damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Damn, should have fought on the defensive there...

Round 3, Init 13

"Perhaps we should all talk less and focus on killing this thing!", Zstelian shouts in frustration as he brings his blade to bear again.

Assuming I've gotten a flank at this point.

1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8

Dargon again cautiously wades in, this time connecting viciously with the horror in your midst, sending rotting flesh flying in a spray around the room. 10 hp

Silvio opens up to attack, scoring a hit, but again apparently drawing the beast's ire, as it claws at him once more, slashing open the Chelaxian's flesh again, and dropping him into unconsciousness. 14 hp damage

Before it can do any more damage, though, Sekathral and Zstelian take advantage of the opening, their blades ending the creature's life for a second time.

Note Kyson did NOT use his lighting the candle power before combat ended.

Kyson wipes his face with the scroll he has in hand before realizing his error and putting the scroll away.

Seeing Silvio down, Kyson rushes to Silvio's side.

Hmmm...did Silvio mean to do that?

"Quick, Fi--, ehrm, Khaz! I need our wand!" Kyson yells at Fi--, ehrm, Khaz.

Taking the CLW wand from Khaz, Kyson repeats the activation phrase to bring Silvio back from the brink of death.

"Aur-eli-an Fa-CHE," Kyson says, then says again. "Aur-eli-an Fa-CHE!" And then again for good measure, "Aur-eli-an Fa-CHE!"

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 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 healing

Kyson turns to Dargon and offers the same.

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

Wand Charges: 40/50

"Whatever lies beyond this point must be of interest or such a fearsome creature would not be guarding it," Kyson muses, while stowing the wand.

Zstelian holds his breath as the Chelaxian bravo crumples. He is visibly relieved when the man recovers thanks to Kyson's magics.

"If it's not Vanthus it had better damn well be someone that can point us in his direction", the Varisian mutters as he wipes the decayed gore from his blade.

"Whatever lies beyond this point must be of interest or such a fearsome creature would not be guarding it,"

"Something with no sense of smell, whatever it is" Mutters Sekathral, then brightens. "Money? Booze?"

[b]"You alright there, matey?"[b] He asks Silvio

"Silvio, are you..." Khasmia shakes the wand useless, then hands it over, Her attention full on the sounds Kyson makes using the wand.

Mouthing them around her tusks, her brow furrows as she tries to make sense of them, " 'Or real and fake cheese?' that doesn't even make sense! It's a good thing you're here to wield that thing, Kyson, I'm afraid I would botch them up good, should I ever have to try."

She 'tsk's sadly at the state of her shoes, but never one to let adversity get her down, she brightens, giving a nearly full-toothed grin, "All better, then?"

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Kyson looks around to make sure everyone is standing.

"That think that a big beak, eh?" Kyson says of the monster before Kyson's eyes go Khaz's beak...then they dart away.

"If we are ready to move on?" Kyson lines up at the east door, waiting for Silvio or Dargon.

Zstelian nods and lines up as well.

"Lead the way, brave Silvio."

Silvio sits up and begins to shake the dizziness from his mind. "Yes, Silvio is fine. The boy here is truly a miracle worker. No doubt aided by Silvio's robust physique but it is still a worthy feat." The chelaxian rises to his feet and looks at the total ruin that now is his shirt. The shirt hangs in slashed stripes revealing toned muscles and bruised ribs.

"Now that Silvio is back, we continue our search, yes?" The chelaxian walks up to the door and tries to open it.

The Chelaxian gives the door a tug and it pops right open, revealing a hallway running north. It curves briefly to the east -- with a door to the south -- then back to the north, with another door leading west.

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1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Silvio traverses the corridor up to the closest door and atempts to open it.

Kyson will follow Silvio.

"Zstelian, why do these people have rooms so far from the entrance and other people? And why all the monsters?"

The door is open, Silvio, and leads to a large chamber, its opulence a bit jarring after the previous chambers you've been through. The smooth plaster walls are painted violet. Delicately crafted silver lanterns flicker softly on the wall, lighting the room. The floor itself is adorned with a thick, deep purple carpet.

A shelf to the north holds several books, statuettes, stuffed animals, a crystal ball with a smokey red light at its core and two coffers, one of darkwood and one of iron decorated with tiny jade bats. A five-foot-wide landscape of the city of Eleder hangs on the eastern wall, yet all of the ships in the harbor fly flags depicting a serpentine dragon coiled around a lotus.

Along the far wall, a dressing table sits next to a padded stool, and a large canopied bed with silk sheets is covered with oversized cushions.
In the center of the room, a pair of overstuffed chairs sit beside a low table heaped with fruit and bottles of wine.

Sitting in one of those chairs is a woman with her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, who Silvio in particular remembers insulting him at the Vanderborens' wake. Her eyes sparkle like chips of green jade, as she leans forward at your entry. Her leather armor is cut so that you can see one shoulder has a tattoo of a lotus, while the other has an intricate dragon tattoo, its tail coiling down around her arm. Sitting next to her, its eyes fasted immediately upon you, is a vicious dinosaur-like creature with green scaled and a bright yellow crest on its head.

As she bounces a rapier on one gloved hand, she smiles at you. "Lavinia's flunkies, hmmm? I didn't think you'd arrive here. Still, it speaks well of you that you did. You're obviously resourceful and good in a fight. Why not come work for me instead of little Lavinia? I'm sure the pay is better and the work far more fun."

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Kyson smiles nicely at the pretty lady, momentarily forgetting why he is here.

Kyson absentmindedly begins to comb his hair.

She's pretty. She can't be bad if she's pretty.

"I'm afraid that's not an option", Zstelian declares harshly.

"Who are you and where is that dog Vanthus?"

I assume we're not taking her up on her offer..

Sekathral eyes the bottles of wine longingly, then returns his gaze to the woman. He spits noisily on the floor. "Why, so you can squat on the throne and bat your eyelashes at us while we train? We're not f****ing flunkies, fat-arse, and we haven't had much fun out of you and that dribblefart Vanthus so far. Besides, we've chosen our side already and I am a man of my word, the word in question being: "Balls" "

He makes a vulgar sign at Rowyn, surreptitiously digging a thunderstone out of his pocket as he does so.

Sleight of hand? 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Khazmia hears the voice first, and bristles at being called anyone's "flunky". "Who are you to..." her voice stalls as the rest of the crew parts, allowing a view of just who dares use that term.

"Oh. I wondered how loathsome someone had to be to have so many dead things for friends. Now I know." The half-orc nods, as if some great cosmological puzzle has been solved, but the answer found disappointing.

"That won't be happening, though I will enjoy all your pretty things when you're gone. Assuming we have to kill you, that is, I don't suppose we have to kill you, do we Kyson? Kyson?

"dribblefart"? lolz.

Kyson snaps out of his momentary reverie to try to look stern.

"Yeah!"

I wonder what I'm agreeing to/with. I hope I just agreed to be the one to mate with her in exchange for Vanthus' location.

Kyson looks worried for a moment.

I hope she's willing to be gentle. And teachy.