Pawns of time (Inactive)

Game Master Cr500cricket

Attempt to drag towards river's edge(5ft/5 above CMD, Not normal Drag rules): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (3) + 25 = 28
Another vine coming to grab Gray(Touch): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
If it hits attempt to drag: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27
A blue vine comes from the cliffside and attempts to grab at Gray. Meanwhile Scath is being pulled towards the cliff.

That's not dice wrath. That's 'if I don't botch, I hit anyone here :P

Gray starts hacking at his own vine with the axe.
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10Add 5 precision if it's affected by that.

Hecate stared as the vines started acting - she didn't have a combat knife on her right now, so forget that - and instead cast her gaze towards where they were coming from. If she could see a source, she might be able to put a few bullets into it...

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

As Hecate peers over the edge, she sees that the vines are coming from a crack about 40ft down. It'd be a hard shot to hit but it would be possible .

Roy mumbles awake.
"Ugh. Bloody hell just happened...?"
He stands, shakily looking around.

Hecate considered for just a moment before pointing her weapon down. It was most effective against targets up to eighty feet away, and this ought to be a shot she was capable of managing. Quite calmly, she began firing, taking her time and working to get the best shot she could.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22 for Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2 6/7 bullets loaded.

If it has DR, he probably can't. Considering the near impossible to beat CMB, and that Scath didn't get a perception check to see or smell it, I'm guessing it's a plot device to get us into the river, since we didn't fall for the trap. If that's the case, just let me know so I can pose being dragged over the cliff rather than multiple posts of attacking for no gain.

Scath continues growling and clawing at the grass next to his rear leg, which seems to be caught in something from the way he moves.

Attack, Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Attack, Claw: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Attack, Bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Damage claw 1: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Damage claw 2: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Damage Bite: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Bleed, if both claws hit, and can bleed: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

If Nova spotted the vine and time allowed she would try to cut the vine with her Rapier as well.

To Hit: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 +5 damage if not immune to sneak attack

If the above hits, it's also a threatened critical.

yea forgot about that,25 damage if critical confirms

critical confirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Hecate fires a shot into the mass that she sees. A burst of blue liquid spurts out of it confirming a hit. The mass struggles to get out of the cliff and nearly 100 vines can be seen ripping their way out of the cliffside.

EDIT: The vines let go as they attempt to flee the cliffside.
This area is basically a feeding ground for the river. There is Always a way out

Same vein of thinking.

Gray apparently isn't pulled over the edge as the DM changes his mind. :P

Good to know, never know with a new GM. Sometimes things must happen with some GMs, others not.

I'll only force things to avoid TPK

"What in the name of ♣@±‹£ was that thin?!"
He draws his club and motions to the retreating vines.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Hecate stepped back, away from the ledge, as it seemed like the vines were moving away. Ah, modern technology - the number-one thing that any kind of wildlife learned to fear. Still, if there were more enemies around, she'd need to be ready to deal with them - and she took a moment to reload her firearm and bring it back up to full capacity. 7/7 shots. "Are we done here?" she asked.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"I've no idea." Gray shrugged. "I've been done for a fair bit. I... don't really foresee an easy way out, given that Sleepy and Doc didn't see anything from above."

"Everyone be on your guard, as a precaution against further attacks, we should probably move away from the river and silence areas"

Roy looks up to the sky.
"Iarraim na cumhachtaí a bheidh, ina chaomhnóir a dheonú dom in am contúirt."
He says something in a strange language.
A glowing circle or bright white runes appears in front of him. There's a sound of bells and a black cat stands in front of him, hackles raised.
007 vaguely recognizes it somewhat. He remembers an old man in a bar saying something similar while also looking to the sky. The inflection was different and some of the words are changed some, but he recognizes enough to know that this is a prayer. A request for a guardian angel.
Of course, the man didn't get a cat, either.
Summon monster III for the alternate silvanshi agathion.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Grabbing Roy and his helmet, Damian activates his jetpack and flies straight up while shouting out a warning in draconic.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Roy is picked up by the back of his shirt and carried into the sky.
"What the @#$% are ya doin?! Put me down!"

Gray was just moving away from the cliff at this point... which probably meant he was walking -into- the silence zone, completely unaware of what was going on.

As Damian took flight, Gray looked up watching him fly off with Roy, as he snapped his axe back into place on his hip. He would have commented, but Roy pretty much said the same thing Gray was thinking.

Nova wasn't sure how well a tree would hold if whatever moving underground decided to emerge but did as she was told if she was able.

The black cat follows him into the air, flying by some unseen force.
"The metal being says there is danger under the earth, Summoner."
Everyone understands the cat in their native language.

"Great. Did he say -where- under the earth!?" He moved away from the cliff face -and- where rocket-boy had been, in the meantime.

Scath looks around for a large rock or tree, and heads for it.

As you run to safety the ground around the river collapses, likely caused by too much weight on the tunnels caused by the the Vinebeast.

After finding a place to set Roy that seems safe, Damian will go to collect the rest of the group, reseating his helmet as he does (which seals with a hissing sound).

Gray, for his part, points at the ground, and holds his fingers very close together, pantomiming what he wanted Damian to keep in mind as he flew him to the rock.

"Guardian, help bring the others here."
The cat nods.
"Yes, Summoner."
It starts lifting people to the place where Roy is.

Hecate had - and continued - moving away as the ground collapsed. "Who's in charge of this area?" she asked, scowling. "Is anybody hurt? I can provide emergency treatment for most types of injuries." she'd sheathed her gun for now, but left it ready to draw at a moment's notice.

"You wanna know who's in charge? A psychopath. The ground tried to kill Sleepy, then the water tried to eat me and Grumpy." his hand motions to Scath as he shakes his head, ears pinned back. "Next up, it's gonna start raining, just to prove the sky hates us, too. We have -got- to get out of this basin."

Dark clouds begin to cover the sun.

"This is why you don't say things like that."

"Called it..." Gray says defeatedly. "Hey. Can anyone convince one of the fliers to find us a cave to get us out of the rain?"

Not that he thought for a moment that rain was going to be the biggest of their worries... but being caught out in it was as deadly as anything could be. His tail twitched with agitation.

The cat tries it's best to lift people, but is unable to.
It returns to Roy.
"You are injured, Summoner, allow me to assist."
It rubs against his leg like any cat would and a soft white glow emanates from where it's fur touches his.
1d6 ⇒ 5

"Thank you, Guardian."
He reaches down and pets the cat.
"Now, could you ask the Great Ones a few questions for us?"

Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Hecate glanced up at the clouds, trying to figure out whether it was actually likely to rain or not. Might as well put all of that survival training to good use, right?

It shouldn't be raining, it's unnatural, you know that.

"Yes, Summoner."
It sits, curling its tail around it.
"You will have six yes or no questions."
Silvanshee can cast Commune. It gives six questions and will be answered to the best ability of whatever NG god answer's the phone's knowledge.
Its eyes glow and project a golden circle in the air in front of it, a kind of magical screen pointed towards Roy that will give the yes or no answers.
"Thank you for your help. First question. Is the nearest shelter to the north?"

No

"Is the nearest shelter to the south?"
He will continue asking for east and west regardless of the answer.

No
No
Yes(West)

So, that's four.
He thinks for just a beat.
"Does the one that was watching us earlier wish us harm?"

Unknown

Scath watches the Silvanshee with interest. Then he lets out a long string of growls, yowls, and mews.

Sorry for the lack of posting, as I said, on the road. Kuwait trip is postponed until the last half of November