Price of Immortality

Game Master Birch33

FWIW, guys, whoever wants to is free to knock my sitting butt out. I don't mind a welt over the noggin to spoil the fat joker's fun. So thwap my character at your leisure. If you really want to piss off the cleric, we could have a pleasant discussion before we agree to how you thwap me. :) Never let a sadist get his kicks.
But if one of you wants to get in good with him, gimme a good rap on the skull and some garbage talk about the greatness of Razmir.

When Grob can go maybe I'll thunk you hard with a -4 to hit non lethal strike with the flail. That should make up for the lack of a trained bluff skill :)

Are we back to the top of the order and Heladar's turn?

Yes

When Grob can go maybe I'll thunk you hard with a -4 to hit non lethal strike with the flail. That should make up for the lack of a trained bluff skill :)

You don't even need to worry about that -4. Since I'm not resisting, you can CdG me... just roll that double damage, but please make sure that is NON-lethal damage. ;)

Heledar turns around, looking for another target - "Very well then, if that is how we have to do this, the fight is on!" - smiling behind his mask, safe in the knowledge that no one can see it, but still assailed by a thought -I would never use such deception hiding behind a mask of a true God - but how can we be sure that Razmir is not one? I wonder what misfortune I may be bringing upon me with such disrespect - but still he is not a priest, so he keeps on smiling, while he tries to fake CDG Rumha - "This one is mine"

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Hehe, that was lucky. Should I roll some sort of damage? Rumha m8, apologies for targetting you, even if it is make pretend :D

"There ya go boy!" - he boasts - "Thank you for sitting down and making this all easier!"

Grobradon tries to think quickly, We have to decide who wins here without looking like we're deciding who wins here where that sadist can see it. This is going to be tricky. Then there's the problem that if I could bluff worth a damn, I'd have won more at cards back home. But I...

Even as he considers what to do next...

Although looked as though Rythanus hardly touched Grum, the half-orc reacted as though he'd taken a savage blow as he fell lifelessly to the ground. Only the rise and fall of his chest as he was breathing indicated he wasn't actually dead.

What the hell? Did he just hit a vital spot or something? Grum WAS sick...guess he's not over it! Oh this doesn't have to be faked, Son of a kobold just nailed my stick brother!

Convinced Rythanus has hurt his brother Good bluff roll there by Grum :) Grob swings the fail about with a snarl hoping to avenge him.

To hit with Flail, Fatigue AND nonlethal penalty counted in: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Non lethal dmg: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Not sure if that hit Rythanus or not

LOL! Poor Rythan. Good thing he didn't get Grob REALLY angry with him! Without his armor his AC is only 12, so that's a good hit!

Rythan had a moment of unfeigned "Oh SHI-!" before Grob clocked him with the flail. He spun about, then collapsed into the dust, lying still and hoping that Grob wasn't angry enough to clock him again!

bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Rumha lets the blow knock him down and, presumably, out.

No apology necessary, Heledar. By long tradition in my IRL group, there are no rules against PvP action... it tends to curtain d-bag behavior. So I've got no problem with you decking my character for the greater good.
In terms of damage, you'll want to roll 1d6 + STR bonus for a regular blow and if you are actually doing a CdG - that'll be 2d6+ 2x STR bonus. I'm not sure what you were faking there, so you'll have to choose.

Bluff 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

My actual idea was not to roll any damage at all, but since it is all a fake anyway, I'l go with the least possible - regular blow:

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Heledar turns around, looking for another target - "Very well then, if that is how we have to do this, the fight is on!" - smiling behind his mask, safe in the knowledge that no one can see it, but still assailed by a thought -I would never use such deception hiding behind a mask of a true God - but how can we be sure that Razmir is not one? I wonder what misfortune I may be bringing upon me with such disrespect - but still he is not a priest, so he keeps on smiling, while he tries to fake CDG Rumha - "This one is mine"

[dice=Bluff]1d20+4

Hehe, that was lucky. Should I roll some sort of damage? Rumha m8, apologies for targetting you, even if it is make pretend :D

"There ya go boy!" - he boasts - "Thank you for sitting down and making this all easier!"

Heledar delivers what appears a crushing blow to Rumha, apparently rendering him unconscious.

Grobradon tries to think quickly, We have to decide who wins here without looking like we're deciding who wins here where that sadist can see it. This is going to be tricky. Then there's the problem that if I could bluff worth a damn, I'd have won more at cards back home. But I...

Even as he considers what to do next...

To hit with Flail, Fatigue AND nonlethal penalty counted in: 1d20+2
Non lethal dmg: 1d10+4

Not sure if that hit Rythanus or not

Grob also appears to deliver an authentic blow - this time to Rythanus. It's so authentic, a small trickle of blood appears on Rythanus' cheek and it appears it is swelling up too.

Rain takes a step back and watches as the boys pummel each other into the ground. Surreptiously, she brings her right hand behind her back and conjures a shadowy, coiled whip into her grasp while looking worriedly at Grob and his nasty flail.

Drek! I didn't kill the guy! He glances over at Talarin Double Drek! I can't hit a girl! Mother would never forgive me if she heard about it! Indeed a life time of lessons about his mother telling him to control his strength AND temper arise because he was bigger, and even more lessons about being extra gentle with girls.

Of course, sometimes it seemed the girls of the village could be sneaky, and Jilliana the lumberjack's daughter could sure swing a strong axe herself, and legends abounded about women warriors but...

Mother said not to hit girls, and mothers often trump reality.

He turns to Heledar, and mumbles low hoping their observer can't hear "One of us has to win. So uh, let's make it look good whatever happens."

Grobradon swings with the flail again, trying to hit more with the chain than head so not to truly hurt the man. Nonlethal penalties counted in
To hit:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
NONlethal dmg: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Heledar nods in understanding, and with a sidelong glance at Talarin, moves to attack Grobradon.

Sap Attack fighting defensively: 1d20 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 2 - 4 = -4Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

MUAHAHAHAH!! FEAR my combat prowess FOOL!

We've got a lot of folks playing dead. So Who's up?

near as I can tell, our intrepid GM is =)

Oops

Grob swings Heledar but misses by some margin. Heledar only narrowly misses a self-inflicted injury as he defends himself.

Rain glances nervously at Grob and the flail again as she continues to maintain her distance, letting the boys beat themselves silly.

Well, that was mutually embarrassing. "For the masked god!"
He makes a great show of whipping the flail around, even if he does plan to hit mostly with the chain instead of the head.
To hit, nonlethal 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
EDIT: dmg, nonlethal 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

And he damn near strikes his own foot.

Oh yeah, we bad!

Edited the dmg. Yikes, apologies, I engaged fingers to type but turned off the brain

lol - 1d20 damage?! That is one HUUUUGE flail! =P

The oracle keeps up, trying to produce anything that is worthy of note in a fight, though completely out of his element.

Swinging at Grobradon.

Sap Attack fighting defensively: 1d20 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (19) - 2 - 4 = 13Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Grobradon gets tagged by the sap blow, and whirls the flail around once more, hoping for better luck this time.

To hit, non lethal, etc etc 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Dmg if that hits:1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Current Hitpoints 36/37 (Well, it's non lethal so I'm not worried)

Talarin looks on as the two protagonists swing at each other, Grob clearly having the edge, tagging Heledar with a solid 'thwump.' That had to hurt!

Talarin's eyes widen as the flail bounces off of Heladar with a loud crunch. Shaking her head, she draws her lips tight in determination and sends her whip out to wrap about the head of the flail. "Ah, ah, Smiley. Let's even things up, shall we?"

Disarm (whip): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Grobradon's swing is very strong, and almost knocks Heldar out cold, but he presses on, following through with their silent agreement until the end.

A smile shows on his face when Talarin apparently joins on his side against the massive half-orc - The fighting is not the best - he ponders to himself - But at least we are putting on a show

Sap Attack fighting defensively: 1d20 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) - 2 - 4 = 10
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Talarin manages to take the flail away from Grob with greatb skill, drawing a gasp from the cleric loitering in the corner.

Talarin's eyes widen as the flail bounces off of Heladar with a loud crunch. Shaking her head, she draws her lips tight in determination and sends her whip out to wrap about the head of the flail. "Ah, ah, Smiley. Let's even things up, shall we?"

Grobradon's eyes go wide in surprise as his flail is taken away, Girls ARE sneaky! And while he's still gaping, he gets slugged by Heledar's sap.

Fortunately, he'd been provided with a sap of his own, and with out skipping a beat he brings it to bear against Heledar
To hit with sap: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

I'm at 33 hitpoints currently, nonlethal of course so nothing a good nap won't fix :)

Not sure I can add anything by way of narrative - you guys keep at it until one of you has to contend with the sneaky one!

Smirking inwardly, Talarin darts up behind the bigger of the two boys and lashes her whip across his un-armored back.

Mwk Shadow Whip: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
Grob gets to make a Will Save (DC 15).
Success = 1 non-lethal damage.
Failure = 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + (3) = 9 (also non-lethal)

From the other side of the half orc, she offers Heledar a coy wink.
shadow weapon (for ease of reference)

"OW!" Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"Feeling a little picked on here," He mumbles.

24 hitpoints left currently

Smiling under his mask, Heledar moves in for another strike at Grobradon.

Sap Attack: 1d20 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 2 - 4 = 1Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Haha, it is useless. Heledar cannot hit the side of a barn :D

Grobradon decides to put a bit more ooomph into this blow..
Power attack to lower to hit by 1 and raise nonlethal dmg by 2

To hit with Sap: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
dmg:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

And he manages to nail Heledar squarely

Heladar, we're flanking poor Grob, so you should have a +2 to hit for that. Additionally, saps do non-lethal automatically so if that -4 is for doing non-lethal, you actually don't suffer that penalty.

I got two on one against me. He doesn't need the help ! ;)

I just realized I mis-rolled my whip damage, Grob! Sorry sorry sorry!
Instead of 2d6, it should have been 1d2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (3) = 4

Man. You were right. Girls are sneaky!

Whew. Current Hitpoints are 29 then

Grum watches from his prone position, peaking out of one squinted eye at the fight, wincing subtly at the hits on his brother, but not sure he should be rooting for anyone for this farce of a battle. I'll be glad when we can get back at the real enemy! he thinks to himself.

I think I took 21 points of non-lethal damage. So ONE more to go :D

@Talarin: The -4 was for fighting defensively, and I was not sure f he was flanked.

Almost collapsing, Heledar keeps up the ruse, and swings againt at Grobradon.

Sap Attack (fighting defensively): 1d20 - 2 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 - 4 + 2 = 8Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

aaaah! my bad =)

Seeing Heladar swoon briefly, Rain tries to even the playing field just a bit further. Her shadowy whip snakes out toward Grobradon's sap!

Disarm (whip): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
She offers Heledar a grin and mimes tipping a hat in his direction.

"Oh come on," Grobradon sighs as his sap gets taken out of his hand.Instead he just punches at Heledar
Which should give him a free Aoo

Unarmed Strike To hit:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
NL Dmg if hits: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Rain chuckles quietly to herself at Grob's muttered complaint.

Heledar drops like a sack of potatoes.

you get an AoO before you go down, Heladar. [ralph wiggum voice]I'm a helper![/voice] =)

True :D

Sap Attack - Not defensively this time ;): 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 2 = 6Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Geeeez...

The punch misses Grobradon, and he takes this time to grab the downed man's sap and then he looks over at Talarin, new weapon in his hand. OK, the whip hurts, the taking my weapons away is just embarrassing. But she's still a woman and mother told me never to hit women. Argh.

"Now, now. When I said 'even things up', what I really meant was 'give myself whatever advantage I might'. I'll take that one too, thank you!" The whip snakes out again, plucking Grob's newly claimed sap from his meaty hands.
Disarm (whip): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"I'm feeling kind of emasculated, just so you know..."

Then an idea springs into his head, he closes the distance between them, and attempts to grapple her. Hugging, yeah, I could hug a girl, pin her, and then hey, no hitting. 'Mom, met a girl in the city. She was nice. I gave her a hug' Yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Pretty sure this provokes at least one AoO, but it's the only ethical solution that might avoid mama's wrath when he gets home :)

"Ohhh stront." Rain swears under her breath as Grob lumbers toward her. She slaps out with the sap, hoping it gives her enough space to keep from being smothered. She looses a mousy "Eeep!" just before Grob's arm wrap around her.

Sap AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14for: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Nope! Needed to basically crit and max the damage to avoid that grapple =P

Grobradon pins her, and whispers,"Just go with me on this if you would, okay?" and looks up at the priest, "She is bested, in Razmir's name. She stands no longer."

Rain stops struggling, though she strongly considers smashed her forehead into Grob's nose before at last relenting.