With the heart of the Stolen Lands explored and the bandits who ruled there scattered, the long-contested realm finally lies open for pioneers and settlers to stake their claims.:
Amid the rush of opportunistic travelers, the PCs find themselves stewards over a new domain, tasked with the responsibility of guiding and guarding a fledgling nation struggling to grow upon a treacherous borderland. Yet the threats to this new nation quickly prove themselves greater than mere bandits and wild beasts, as the monstrous natives of the hills and forests rampage forth to slaughter all who have trespassed upon their territory. Can the PCs hold the land they’ve fought so hard to explore and tame? Or will their legend be just one more lost to the fangs of the Stolen Lands?
I don't think Posh never got back to me as to where he was climbing so I'm going to flip for it. Heads it's into danger, tails it's out of danger. It's heads. Trust me. So 'into danger'.
Poshbot dumps his heavy mace, and his backpack containing 2 lbs of alchemist fire, 10 lbs of rope, 8 lbs of tanglefoot bags, and 10 lbs of caltrops (these I guess must be edible, because he doesn't actually have any food, water, bedding or blankets listed among his gear). This clears up about 35 lbs of stuff bringing him down below his light load of 24.75 lbs. Then he scales the wall in what seems like no big deal for a guy who's been weighted down for years beneath everything including probably a kitchen sink. He has a new spring in his step as his acrobatics mod goes from a -3 to a +4! His move speed from 15' to 20'. No doubt this was all part of his Super Saiyan training regime. Yes, even his hair stands up straighter!
He takes 10 on his climb check back in round 9, and gets an 11. Then he does it again on the following round daring accelerate his accent at the risk of a -5 penalty to the DC 5 check. No sweat!
Now I know he's cast grease a bunch today but I'm pretty sure it's only been about 3 times, giving him 2 more castings. Hanging from the lip of the tunnel he casts it again upon Scarlet's armor.
Medium creatures are squeezed for space. Squeeze Each move into or through a narrow space counts as if it were 2 squares, and while squeezed in a narrow space, you take a –4 penalty on attack rolls, and a –4 penalty to AC. Note The room with the table in it is itself large enough to accommodate Medium-sized characters (and bugs).
Round 12!
The Bold May Act!
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__ Zokon -23 hp
__ Scarlet -21 hp, grappled, greased __ Alia -9 hp
__ Mikmek -3 hp
__ Numalar -8 hp
__ Tickleback the giant tick -6 hp, grappled
__ Celyne readied
__ Posh -5 hp
Gnome Sorcerer 4 | AC: 15, TAC: 13, FAC: 13, CMD: 11 | HP 7/23 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +6 | Init +5 | Perception +9, Sense Motive +2, Darkvision 60' |
Resources:
Spell Slots available: 1st: 5/8 2nd: 3/4 Claws: 8/8 rounds left SLAs: Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Flare, Produce Flame
"Scarlet! Bloody insects. The many-legged kind and the blue kind! Have some of this!"
Scarlet's in trouble; gotta make this one count. Numalar throws a ball of flame at the giant tick. The flame burning on his hand goes out as he hurls it.
produce flame vs touch AC - 4 in melee, +1 bless:1d20 + 4 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 + 1 = 12 damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Hmmm... doubtful. That was my last bolt. If there is any chance of it hitting Scarlet she can resist most of the damage.
Well, since I moved away from the hole, and the two bombardiers above did the same, I may as well go save Scarlet. Accelerated Take-10-Climbing across the Chasm.
Alia calls out to Mikmek:"Mikmek, t-t-t-t"(sound as if luring a dog or cat)
Draconic/Goblin/Bovine:
"Mikmek, t-t-t-t*" *insulting sounds of being beckoned over
, as she grabs on the roots above and attempts to make her way over to where yet another insect attempted to eat her bodyguard.
| Bloodrage 12/12 | Fire Strikes 3/3 | HP 43/43 | AC 18 T 14 F 14(Uncanny Dodge) | CMD 19 | Saves 6/4/0 (+1 Will vs Mind Affecting) | Init 3 | Perception 3 | 4 Female Ifrit Bloodrager (elemental, fire) | Spells 2 |
Fort Save vs Disease:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 This d20 wants to kill me.
Scarlet giggles as her armor is covered in slick goo. "Good idea, but I don't have much movement room." So she spits caution to the wind and tries to reverse the grapple.
CMB, Bloodrage:1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Scarlet grabs the tick by the horns mandibles. "Yeah! Now we're talkin!"
Despite the odds, being drained of blood into unconsciousness, squeezed for space, and fighting with one hand while the other is desperately clinging to the incline, Scarlet must be blessed by the gods, luck or both because she manages to reverse the grapple!
Add -4 squeezed, -4 one-handed grappling, +1 bless, +5 controlling the grapple, to your next grapple check. Yeah, you went into that last roll with a -7 modifier. Though I suppose you could cling to the tick instead of the incline, if you want.
| Bloodrage 12/12 | Fire Strikes 3/3 | HP 43/43 | AC 18 T 14 F 14(Uncanny Dodge) | CMD 19 | Saves 6/4/0 (+1 Will vs Mind Affecting) | Init 3 | Perception 3 | 4 Female Ifrit Bloodrager (elemental, fire) | Spells 2 |
If I escaped, I would just get bit and grabbed again, since I don't have room to maneuver without provoking. So reverse it is! Hopefully that gives the team enough time to save me. Again.
"Yeeeehaw!" Scarlet slaps the tick with the flat of her longsword as she scrambles onto the tick. "You messed with the wrong scarab today!"
Medium creatures are squeezed for space. Squeeze Each move into or through a narrow space counts as if it were 2 squares, and while squeezed in a narrow space, you take a –4 penalty on attack rolls, and a –4 penalty to AC. Note The room with the table in it is itself large enough to accommodate Medium-sized characters (and bugs).
Round 13!
The Bold May Act!
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__ Zokon -23 hp
__ Scarlet -30 hp, grappled, greased __ Alia -9 hp
__ Mikmek -3 hp
__ Numalar -8 hp
__ Tickleback the giant tick -6 hp, grappled
__ Celyne summoning
__ Posh -5 hp, still has Round 12 actions
Alia moves past the Tick, taking advantage of Scarlet temporarily gaining the upper hand.
Move action to get into the room next to Tick
When she finds herself in position, she channels power through her Estoc, which starts crackling with Electricity...calling upon the blessing she received previously to steady her aim, she attempts to pierce the ticks brain, shouting back:"Jokes on you, Posh, I'm wearing pants!" Stab? Bless Roll 1:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Stab? Bless Roll 2:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27Pierce!:2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13+Electricity:3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5) = 13
| Bloodrage 12/12 | Fire Strikes 3/3 | HP 43/43 | AC 18 T 14 F 14(Uncanny Dodge) | CMD 19 | Saves 6/4/0 (+1 Will vs Mind Affecting) | Init 3 | Perception 3 | 4 Female Ifrit Bloodrager (elemental, fire) | Spells 2 |
Scarlet knows she doesn't have much time left, with the way this thing has been gnawing away at her. Still, she's not one to give up easily.
Grapple:1d20 - 4 - 4 + 1 + 5 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) - 4 - 4 + 1 + 5 + 6 + 2 = 24
Watching Alia slip by, Scarlet decides to opt for defense rather than offense. She quickly pins the damn tick. "Let's tear this thing up, quick!"
Zokon dances a little after his dart of slaying giant ugly ticks hits the mark... then he spots Alia and her nasty nasty electro stabby sword of death still hanging from the stabby she inflicted on the tick and he stops...
Rows of wooden pegs line the earthen walls of the first descent-sized cave you've found under the old gnarled tree. Some of the hooks are hung with tiny, filthy cloaks. In the center of the room stands a rickety table held together with twine, covered with a filthy red-checked tablecloth and heaped with mounds of dirt and twigs and gravel, apparently arranged to form some sort of map.
knowledge (geography) DC 14:
The mites have created a relatively accurate map of the hexes that contain their lair and the Sootscale tribe—the sycamore tree is represented by a tangle of branches, the Sootscale cave by a pile of bloodstained rocks.
Sitting at the edge of the map, weighing down a scrap of paper, is a bloodstained statuette of what looks like a crouching reptilian devil. A large bulging burlap sack sits under the table.
Appraise (statue) DC 20:
The statue could fetch 375 gp.
Scrap of Paper wrote:
It seems to be a sort of list. It reads:
UZ - kobold statue, lots of spears and coins.
DEM - magic dust, lots of coins, shiny human snake ring.
burlap bag:
Contains: 12 Small spears, 243 cp, 180 sp, and 48 gp.
Zokon looks over the statue and map... "I got nothing if they were made by kobolds? Although the statue does appear to be the kobolds statue, so we should take that and the bag contents."
| Bloodrage 12/12 | Fire Strikes 3/3 | HP 43/43 | AC 18 T 14 F 14(Uncanny Dodge) | CMD 19 | Saves 6/4/0 (+1 Will vs Mind Affecting) | Init 3 | Perception 3 | 4 Female Ifrit Bloodrager (elemental, fire) | Spells 2 |
Knowledge(Geography):1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 "Huh. a map. A map of what?" Scarlet moves over slowly.
Appraise:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 "This statue might be worth. Three hundred? No... 375 gold pieces. This is what we came here for, right? How do we get it out of here?"
Gnome Sorcerer 4 | AC: 15, TAC: 13, FAC: 13, CMD: 11 | HP 7/23 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +6 | Init +5 | Perception +9, Sense Motive +2, Darkvision 60' |
Resources:
Spell Slots available: 1st: 5/8 2nd: 3/4 Claws: 8/8 rounds left SLAs: Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Flare, Produce Flame
"We had planned to trade the statue to the Kobolds in exchange for some Moon Radishes. I'm not sure that the radishes are worth as much, though Svetlana did offer to pay a hefty sum for them."
"But if we want to create good relations with the Kobolds, then the money might be secondary."
"We had planned to trade the statue to the Kobolds in exchange for some Moon Radishes. I'm not sure that the radishes are worth as much, though Svetlana did offer to pay a hefty sum for them."
Gnome Sorcerer 4 | AC: 15, TAC: 13, FAC: 13, CMD: 11 | HP 7/23 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +6 | Init +5 | Perception +9, Sense Motive +2, Darkvision 60' |
Resources:
Spell Slots available: 1st: 5/8 2nd: 3/4 Claws: 8/8 rounds left SLAs: Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Flare, Produce Flame
RPGGGM wrote:
Numalar Auritonius wrote:
"We had planned to trade the statue to the Kobolds in exchange for some Moon Radishes. I'm not sure that the radishes are worth as much, though Svetlana did offer to pay a hefty sum for them."
Actually someone asked JJ why the reward for the radishes was so high. His response was that it was an appropriate level of treasure for the encounter, but to go ahead and do it differently if you want to make it more plausible.
"Ngo' Shiv-Tooh qeylIS YAP QeH. nuv ghaH luj doom! Hegh qoj'a' SuD luDalaH wa' nargh luj ghaH 'Iv neH vegh lo'taHvIS je Hance. ghaH toD vIneH 'ach YAP YAP Qu' pe'vIlHa' je Hance 'ej poH cha'DIch jIH chegh juH mob." Mikmek turns away, and makes a sad sort of whining noise.
Draconic:
"Old Sharptooh is a very angry god. Those who fail him are doomed! Only through sacrifice and penance can one who fails him escape the dreadful yellow death. I wish to rescue him but this is the second mission I have taken as penance and the second time I return home alone." Mikmek looks back across the tunnel to the charcoal black bodies of his dead, tortured to death, companions, and makes a sad whining noise.
Wiping off tick juices from her estoc using whatever cloth could be found nearby, Alia responds to Scarlet: "Who cares? Probably some mumbo-jumbo about the proposed divinity of his clans little idol. These degenerate sub-dragons believe in that kind of thing." Actually I was really tempted to pick it up and throw it at him "Mikmek, catch" and see where THAT goes...but I'll think of the group and not do that :)
Taking a look east, she continuse:"Aye, climbing seems like a bad idea. They can attack downwards, and block us from approaching, while we have to move up in single-file. East seems like a better idea!"
Gnome Sorcerer 4 | AC: 15, TAC: 13, FAC: 13, CMD: 11 | HP 7/23 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +6 | Init +5 | Perception +9, Sense Motive +2, Darkvision 60' |
Resources:
Spell Slots available: 1st: 5/8 2nd: 3/4 Claws: 8/8 rounds left SLAs: Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Flare, Produce Flame
Scarlet Scarab wrote:
"Uh...what did he say?"
"He says that Old Sharptooth here is an angry god. He goes into detail but overall it doesn't sound like you get a lot out of worshiping the bastard."
Numalar turns back to Mikmek.
"qatlh qeylIS toy'? pa' Ho' wej latlh qeylIS Ha' je pabwI' vI'Iprup yISeH 'ej SoH QaD vo' ngo' jej naDev? ghaH pagh wa' neH."
Draconic:
"Why serve this god? Are there not other gods who would deal with their followers more gently and would protect you from Old Sharp tooth here? He cannot be the only one."
Numalar begins crossing over to the east once again. Take 10 to climb across.
| Bloodrage 12/12 | Fire Strikes 3/3 | HP 43/43 | AC 18 T 14 F 14(Uncanny Dodge) | CMD 19 | Saves 6/4/0 (+1 Will vs Mind Affecting) | Init 3 | Perception 3 | 4 Female Ifrit Bloodrager (elemental, fire) | Spells 2 |
"Okay. I'll grab Posh's stuff, then let's grab the statue and get out of here." Scarlet heads down to retrieve the goods, then straps it to her back and climbs back out.
Male Gnome Bard/ 3rd AC: 15 (T 12, FF 14), HP 20/20 5NL, Fort +2, Ref +6, Will +1; +2 Enchantment | CMB +1, CMD 14 | Init +3 | Perc +4
Posh feels somewhat downcast as he couldn't help out the group, but instead decides to entertain the group and start up a happy and flowing tune he picked up from Eseme.
