Male Elf Alchemist 5 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 33/33 | F +4 R +7 W +2 | Init +5 | Perc +10 | Bombs 10/12 | Reroll: Not used
Celfwyn snakes his way through the space cleared by the elemental to see what the hell's going on. As he moves, he draws an extract and drinks it at his new destination.
Horatio continues to hold (since he doesn't have the feat required to ready an action to charge) until his nausea passes so he can launch his most powerful assault!
Okay, so no spot check, but still pockets of Cloud. That does change things for me.
Tired of this, Druthane takes a deep breath and advances towards the melee. (not wanting to be between the enemy and the opening, he prefers to stay inside.)
Since I misread where the general was, can I change my action from holding to instead having Horatio pull out an oil/potion from his pack? Thanks if yes, no worries if no.
Oops, yeah now that I'm well rested, it would have been an arrow, not a sword swing. My apologies. I don't have precise shot, so if a 23 hits, I'm still good, but the damage is different (and I can't deliver Chill Touch)
(It was the confirmation for the crit that was only a 23. The initial attack was a natural 20. I wasn't sure if something like continual concealment, wind, etc effect caused the hit to miss. No worries either way, just trying to get what I can :-)
I think that is what happened, 19 was a threat with a sword, but ranged attack needed. Bow is +7-4 for shooting into combat though (22) which makes it a miss.
Brae-Hagen attacks the elemental and looses a spell on the halfling. A gush of water hit the gunslinger and tries to push him over the edge!
Wembly feels the connection to his summoned creature disappear stretch, but it remains! Again look at Puffy go! :) This means puffy also gets an attack of opportunity when general casts.
Finally free of the sickness that forced Horatio to vomit up his breakfast, second breakfast, and mid-day snack out the side of the yawning mouth of the cliff, he roars a mighty challenge!
"No more running and hiding from the Pathfinder elite, foul general! Now you shall feel *our* wrath visited upon you wherever you may flee to!"
With that, Horatio smears the Oil of Fly on Ferox's hide, locking his knees into the saddle as the wolf takes flight, bringing the pair out into the air, above the general, so that they can line up for a charge!
With a fly speed of 60, Ferox can move at 45° up and out, so we should be ~30 feet above the general's elevation, and 30 feet from him horizontally. I tried to place Horatio on the map at the approximate spot for that.
EDIT: Apparently I don't need to push Ferox to fly, but if I delete that roll, the second roll will appear with the result of the first - so just disregard that part, sorry!
Brae-Hagen swiftly recalls the gestures and words he just used, then he repeats his spear attack against the elemental and the spell aimed again at the gunslinger.
I want to play this up, so will post more details when I get to a keyboard. Technically the fall is 200 ft. But there is a contingent written in. What is the range increment on your weapon?
1d100 ⇒ 91
Druthane:
Since no one has hit him yet there is no way for you to know, but your arrows would be more effective if you had some way to enchant them. Maybe something swift like. Maybe something Magus-ey.
"SOON, YOU LOUSY COWARD, YOU'LL DIE!" Devon's voice booms out across the battlefield. Many Army of the Open Road soldiers let out a collective chuckle too engaged by Worldwounds hoard for something more serious.
"Not if I get you first mortal!" screams the general. Unaided by the magic of his bunker it only reaches the ears of the Pathfinders and seems much less impressive for it. He makes good on his threat though, and cuts the elemental to bits.
Druthane takes the shot he has been waiting for, loosing an arrow that sinks deep into the demon-spawn's chest.
Grunting the general casts a spell and a wave of water gushes around the halfing's body, carrying him over the edge of the cliff face to smash in the armies 200 feet below.
"DEVON?!" booms Druthane's voice. The alarm in his tone causes many down below to look up.
"God's Mercy" Farabellus gasps and nods to an aid who didn't need the cue and quickly casts a spell. The aid is not the only one to notice the halfling's plight. Several others in the mixed armies of Pathfinders and their allies also cast spells.
It is not clear whose spell grips the falling gunslinger, but his meteoric and frantic fall slows and he is able to right himself.
R8 begins and the party is up! Make it dramatic!
Devon:
Feather fall has been cast on you. You fall at 60 ft. a round. Let's assume you are 50 ft. from the general during R8, 110 during R9. This could be your last shot... sorry for the delay PbP causes and the moment of 'insta-death' being stretched into days. :(
Male Elf Alchemist 5 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 33/33 | F +4 R +7 W +2 | Init +5 | Perc +10 | Bombs 10/12 | Reroll: Not used
Unable to stop the gunslinger's plummet, Celfwyn turns to the demon and shouts "Damnable bastard, I'll send you plummeting down after him!" and sends another bomb at the flying demon, muttering something about learning to make cold bombs. (Excluding elemental on a hit)
This is the point I realize that Celfwyn is gonna be one of those swearing characters when he's angry... And of course it's when Farabellus and all of the Society can hear him.
You don't have any buffs you can give Haro do you? He has kind of sat out the battle scenes and now this one as well & I would like if he got to participate somehow. :P Maybe the scroll of magic fang that you found/purchased/wrote/stole/GM fiatted earlier?
Wembly, feeling like he cannot contribute much to the battle beyond the elemental, looks to support others close by.
"Hey Haro, do you have a ranged weapon or anything to shoot or swing? I am lousy at it myself. But i may be able to help buff yours...at least until Poofy goes down."
With most of my characters I try to make a real effort not to hog any spotlights - even though Horatio is a gloryhound, let me know if you want me to back off at all!
Finally able to think and act freely, Horatio nudges Ferox with a grin as he bellows at the top of his lungs. "Now taste the wrath of the Pathfinders, evil doer! CHARGE!"
Ferox Fly:1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9 (DC 10)
Ferox, apparently, is unable to gain any traction in the air, and thus founders and is unable to charge.
Male Halfling Gunslinger 5/Fighter 2; HP 53/53; CMD 20; AC 19, t 15, ff 14; Fort +11 Ref +11 Will +4 (+4 vs. fear); Init +6, Perc +5
@Horatio: Did you remember to include the fly bonus granted by Fly spell's good maneuverability? It's an additional +4 bonus.
Fly skill:
Creatures with a fly speed treat the Fly skill as a class skill. A creature with a natural fly speed receives a bonus (or penalty) on Fly skill checks depending on its maneuverability: Clumsy –8, Poor –4, Average +0, Good +4, Perfect +8. Creatures without a listed maneuverability rating are assumed to have average maneuverability.
Fly spell:
The subject can fly at a speed of 60 feet (or 40 feet if it wears medium or heavy armor, or if it carries a medium or heavy load). It can ascend at half speed and descend at double speed, and its maneuverability is good.
Devon continues his downfall, eventually realizing he's too far off to hit the demon. A neverending stream of cursing can be heard from the halfling.
I'm guessing Devon will effectively be out of this fight altogether. *sigh* Does Devon get to join the massive fight down below then, or am I out of the game? If latter, PM me once we're done.
...apparently, in my tiredness, I had forgotten about that! Adding +4 takes that from a 9 to a 13, which beats the DC to charge! Thank you! PS, I love Devon's shouting too. Depending on the answer from the GM, maybe Ferox can fly down to grab Devon and/or Horatio can toss him a potion of fly if he doesn't carry one on him?
