Red's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master GM Fuzzfoot

René gives a shrill yelp and jumps back as he sees Tsuto rush towards him, instinctively trying to ward himself even further from assault. He gives a nervous laugh, his voice about a half-octave higher than normal. "Make up yer mind; are ya a bully goin' after 'Rora or a softie pullin' yer punches?"

Evil eye Tsuto's to hit for 7 rounds. DC 15 Will save to reduce to one round. Then cackle again.

Statuses
- All but summons: +1 to attack and saves vs fear (24/30 rds)
- Tsuto: -2 to saves, Misfortune (2 rds), -2 to AC (8 rds), -2 to hit (2 or 8 rounds)

Watching Tsuto move enough past him to get at Aurora Tylur strikes at the half elf.

Spiked chain, bless, guidance, combat expertise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 16
damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 = 6

Widening her eyes a little and shaking her head, "You hit like a lazy drunk." Reaching out at tapping Tylur's shoulder.

Guidance! Cause I am helpful!

Will Save, Evil eye, Misfortune: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 2 = 4
Will Save, Evil eye, Misfortune: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 = 19
René piles on another hex, though it doesn't seem to help Cordwin's cursed bow. Tsuto is clobbered by Tylur's heavy chain once more, though even thoroughly bloodied he's much too stubborn to surrender, and attempts to slam Aurora again. "A lazy drunk? We'll see how much you speak when you're knocked out!"

Stunning Fist, Misfortune, evil eye: 1d20 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (11) - 2 + 5 = 141d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Stunning Fist, Misfortune, evil eye: 1d20 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (20) - 2 + 5 = 231d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
DC 14 Fortitude or become stunned for 1 round

The punch connects again, though it's still awkward and weak.

Still cornered, Lyrie spreads her hands and begins to cast again. Skarn smashes another one of her images while she does so, and Lyrie unleashes a plume of flames at the dwarf.
Cast Defensively vs DC 17: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Burning Hands: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 4) = 12
DC 15 Reflex halves

-- Bold is up --
Tylur (-5), Skarn, René, Aurora (-4), Cordwin
Tsuto (-24) & Lyrie (2 images)

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 Ugh!!!

Skarn again readies an attack for when Lyrie goes to take an action.

This has to work eventually, right?

Heavy Pick Hit: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 1 - 1 = 21
Heavy Pick Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 3 = 11 x4

If she casts other than defensively, then I’ll take an AOO also.

René groans as, despite his best efforts, Tsuto continues to smack Aurora around. "Make up yer mind Sue-toe!" He then starts laughing hysterically. "Lookit that! She's stunned at how wimpy yer punch was. Ain't had enough spinach did ya? Never listen ta ya dear ol' ma? Probably tried ta kill her too, I reckon." As he's bent over double from laughing, he tries to mutter a few arcane words between laughs.

What is the illumination level of the room? I'm guessing either bright or normal?

Cast one of the two spells, then cackle.

Statuses
- All but summons: +1 to attack and saves vs fear (23/30 rds)
- Tsuto: -2 to saves, Misfortune (2 rds), -2 to AC, to hit (8 rds)

Tylur attacks Tsuto again and thrusts the hooked part of the chain into the half elf's arm.

"Tsuto you worry about the woman when I am here to bring you to justice? This is why you will never be more than some minion to the abomination, Nualia."

Spiked chain, bless, guidance, combat expertise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 21
damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 3 = 9

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Lips curling into a wide smile, "Honestly I doubt you could manage that. I mean I am a still target."

Rreaching out to touch Tylur on the shoulder. Guidance

"Bring me to justice?" Tsuto scoffs, laughing at Tylur. "I'd sooner die!"

The hooked chain catches Tsuto's arm and rips open a vital artery. Tsuto falls to the ground, unconscious from blood loss.
Stabilize DC 12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Lyrie is filled with anger as she watches her half-elven amour nearly die. "Gah! I'll have to kill you all myself!"

Light level is normal. Tsuto is down. Does René want to instead target Lyrie with that spell, or do something else?

Yeah, sure. I'll target Lyrie with the Shadowmind.

Will Save, Lyrie: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Image or Lyrie? 1 is Lyrie: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Lyrie's world goes suddenly dark. She pulls out a wand This provokes from Skarn and Tylur and while she begins to activate it, Skarn hits an image with his pick. Lyrie looks at the one last remaining image nervously, then triggers her wand, evoking a force missile aimed for the dwarf.

If the AoOs don't take her out:

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

-- Bold is up --
Tylur (-5), Skarn+AoO, René, Aurora (-4), Cordwin
Tsuto (-33, stable) & Lyrie (1 image)

Using a wand doesn’t provoke.

With the images gone, and she seemingly having reverted to using the wand, Skarn just goes ahead and attacks her...

Heavy Pick Hit: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 - 1 = 16
Heavy Pick Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 3 = 11 x4

If she casts other than defensively, then I’ll take an AOO also.

Taking out a stored item does.

Taking out a stored item does.

True, true. I guess we play wands as “weapons” since drawing a weapon doesn’t. Nobody says the rules have to make complete sense.

René's eyes go wide as the dreaded, terrible Tsuto falls. A slow smile spreads across his face as suddenly he jumps up in the air and clicks his heels together. "Wahhoooo! We did it! We ain't dead! Take that Mister Punchy Pants! Ahahahaha! Ain't gonna be no dead man today! Thank you oh great gods. Thank you ma. Wherever you are, thank you-yowww!" He yelps as Hadley dutifully bites his hand in an attempt to remind him that Tsuto wasn't exactly alone. He blinks owlishly at the frantic looking woman wielding a wild wand and the still intense-looking combatants near her. "Oh...right."

He moves in to the room, stepping carefully over Tsuto's unconscious form (more because tripping is bad than because he didn't want to kick the guy), and glares at the woman. "Now, listen here. You better go'n surrender-like, or we'll halfta knock you out to. Ain't never been mucha a fan o' hittin' a lady, but we can't go lettin' ya run all over us neither."

Evil eye to -2 her AC for 7 rounds. DC 15 Will save to reduce to 1 round. No cackling because I used my move action to actually move.

Statuses
- All but summons: +1 to attack and saves vs fear (22/30 rds)
- Lyrie: -2 to AC (7 or 1 round)

Tylur strikes at the mage as she fumbles to take her wand out.

AoO: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8
damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 = 8

Although Cordwin is glad Tsuto is down, it would really be unfortunate if this woman killed them all anyway. He decides to launch a bolt her way.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Cordwin angrily shakes a fist at the dice gods.

I'm going to throw a bunch of botting in here to get us moving...

Skarn AoO: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 - 1 = 6
Aurora hits Cordwin with some Guidance before he shuffles into the room to get a better look at Lyrie...

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Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Tylur, Chain: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 272d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8
Tylur, confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12
Skarn's attack, Lyrie is 1: 1d2 ⇒ 1
Tylur's attack, Lyrie is 1: 1d2 ⇒ 1
Cordwin's attack, Lyrie is 1: 1d2 ⇒ 1

"Surrender?" Lyrie balks. "Gah, not after what you've done to him! Tsuto deserved so much better than this. Outnumbered or not, I won't go down without a fight!"

Skarn ignores her gloating, and swipes her with the heavy pick. Tylur's attack accuracy is somehow blessed by an unseen force, and he whips his chain across her midriff, tearing out a chunk of flesh. Likewise, Cordwin's bolt finds its mark in her neck, and Lyrie faints from blood loss.

- Out of combat -
I have HP status at: Tylur (-5), Aurora (-4), Skarn (-30). Let me know if I'm off.

René raises his arms in victory and begins singing. "Weeeeee are the championnsssssss. Weeeee are the championsssss. Nooooo time for LOOOOSEERRRRRSSS 'cause weeee areeeeee the championsssss!" As he sings, he quickly nudges away any obvious weapons from the unconscious bodies, lest they suddenly jump up and kill them anyway. Eventually he switches to humming to do a more thorough search and de-arming of the two.

"Who's good with rope? Are we patchin' 'em up and taking 'em back with us or just leavin' 'em here to their dark fate?"

That's in my head now René. Thank you :D

Reaching out and smacking René on the shoulder, "We don't know if anyone else is here so stop yelling."

Glancing down at the unconscious duo, "I'm sure the guards have questions for them."

is Orik still here?

Alright! Tsuto's dead! It has been fun playing with you all and I hope I'll see you all on the boards...wait? The Runelords are rising? Yeah, I guess we SHOULD do something about that!

Cordwin feels elation that their quarry is lying at the feet. He will get the justice that he deserves. I am pretty good with rope if someone has some.

Psh, Runelords. Tsuto is obviously much tougher than they are, so if we beat him, they should be a piece of cake, right? I can just see it now: "Hear ye, hear ye! Group of level 3 adventurers save the world!"

René flinches, more at obviousness of Aurora's words than the actual blow; he probably should have thought of that himself. He then grins sheepishly at her.

"Well, if'n we want ta ask them some questions, maybe we should stop their bleedin'?"

Wait! Since we are “rising,” I assumed we’re the Runelords!

”I shall stabilize them, but no more, until we are all healed.”

stabilise on both of them.

Wait! Since we are “rising,” I assumed we’re the Runelords!

If we are the Runelords then Cordwin will be the Runelord of lust - lust for learning! Ba-Bing! Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I will be here the whole campaign!

Yup, campaign's over now guys, thanks for playing. ;)

Can we make up our own sins? Otherwise, Gluttony is probably closest for Skarn

Pretty sure René would be Sloth then.

"Whelp, we got what we done come 'ere for. Shall we head back? Don't rightly fancy carrying this dead weight 'round the rest of this here place. And we can't rightly leave 'em be while we finish our lookie-loo or they're likely ta slither away."

My character normally lean towards lust but wrath seems to be a good fit for my temperamental red headed healer.

Nodding, "Yeah we should leave."

is Orik still here?

Skarn will look to the others, ”Anyone with any healing abilities?”

He will detect magic, and strip their opponents of just about everything. He can not identify any magic items however.

Orik rushes into the room, and begins a slow clap, kicking Tsuto's side. "Well done, well done. Finally, the jerk got what was coming! Oh, glorious day."

Lyrie was carrying a trove of magical goods.

She also had 5 magical scrolls.

And her wand, which you know is a wand of magic missile having seen it used, but aren't sure how many charges it has left. Unless:

She also had a magical cloak.

The more mundane items she had were a silver comb, fine silk gown, everburning torch, and a strange, small pouch of artifacts that includes hair, a fingernail clipping, used handkerchiefs, and a pearl earring. A small coin purse contains 3 pp, 278 gp.

She's got a spellbook as well, if anyone wants to know its contents, let me know.

Tsuto had the following gear:

A composite shortbow with 20 arrows, masterwork thieves' tools, masterwork flute, silver earrings, 6 pouches of gold dust, 8 pouches of silver dust, and 10 pp. He also carried a magical ring.

Skarn points out the magic stuff to the others. ” No ever filling beer stein I see!”

Reaching out and smacking Orik on the arm, "We want him alive and kicking him is not going to make me want to help you."

Shifting on her feet, "I can but we have to be away from them or I heal them too. I can do a sort of area thing."

Spellcraft potion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Spellcraft wand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Spellcraft cloak: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Spellcraft ring: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 What the hell Dice Roller! Bard come figure this stuff out!

Staring at the potion, "That will heal."

Once everyone steps away from the unconscious then channeling happening.

Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths while quietly mumbling to herself, "Come on, come on." before a glow rolls off of her. Quickly followed by another one.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8
Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1) = 7

I think Aurora has Read Magic prepared. If not, I can prepare it tomorrow for the scrolls. (Or maybe she didn't since I now see I got ninja'd)

Potion, DC 16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Wand, DC 16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Cloak, DC 16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Ring, DC 16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

René starts slowly shifting through the various random gear and passing it out seemingly arbitrarily. When he hands things out, take that as role play and not an actual suggestion for who should get what.

"Lessee. Flute for the bard. Toolsy things also for the bard. Earrings for..." he pauses and looks around at everybody's ears to see if they're pierced. If anybody has pierced ears, he'll hand the silver earrings to them. Otherwise he'll just put one in his own ear and the other earring in the bag for now. "Shiny dust. Some platinum. A bow for...who wants the bow? A lucky ring of 'don't punch me in the face' for..." Instead of finishing he just hands it to Aurora. "Comb for Skarn's magnificent beard. Gown..." He holds it up to himself. Then up to Tylur. Then turns to the others. "Dunno, who's eye d'ya think it brings out more?" Without waiting for an answer, he shrugs and just tosses it at Tylur before continuing on to Lyrie's gear.

He then picks up the bag of odds and ends. "A bunch of-" He opens the bag. And then closes it and puts it away. "Of that. Fancy smancy cloak with shiny outsides. Good material. Lightly resistant to water, oil, 'n' dirt." He tosses it, so it covers the two dwarves. He then grabs the wand. "I think we already know this stick thing shoot zappy little lights at folks. Had a woo-woo magicky friend once. Pretty sure he said they had some odd number of uses. Like, 38 or sommat. So since she used it once it'd be down by one." He then looks at the potion. Eyes lighting up in recognition. "Ahh, now this is a thing I know all to well." He solumnly hands it to Tylur. "For when the next crazy elf-man goes punchin' ya in the face repeatedly. It will stitch up your face. But, y'know, just the light wounds. No critical or serious wounds."

Going to try to see if René recognizes/remembers any spells for which hair, fingernails, hankerchief, and an earring could be used for. Though my guess is if a spell is involved, it just needs something related to the target and not specifically those items.
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Sorry for being vague with the magic item descriptions. Trying to make it so the players can figure out what they are even if it sounds like René just saying nonsense to the other characters. Everything except the scrolls and the money have been added to the loot spreadsheet.

While Skarn has no Spellcraft, he can read magic if required, and would tell everyone what the scrolls dol

Tylur nods as René passes him the vial of curative aid. He puts his in pouch and then waits for the others.

Cordwin emerges from under the cloak that René threw at him and Skarn. Say this is a nice cloak! Who wants it? He then spies the thieves tools. Ooooh! I bet these can open some doors! Can I keep them?

Please! Please! Pretty Please! I promise to take care of them!

Have at it.

Taking the ring with one hand and touching the dried blood on her face. A little huff escapes her lips and she reaches out and takes one of the bags of golden dust, "I think this is used for certain magics or crafting."

Turning to Cordwin, "I don't care."

Skarn looks at Cordwin, "keep what you need my friend."

René scans Lyrie's spellbook and compares it to the items found within the pouch. None of the spells contained in it use those as components.

"Given that I obviously mean you no harm, may I have my weapons back now? With Tsuto out of the way, I intend to head east to Korvosa, away from all of these goblins and scheming," Orik pleads.

Where to, team? Heading back to Sandpoint with Lyrie and Tsuto in tow?

"Before we do that tell us about this Nualia. That is her name is it not? What is she planning next and where will we find her."

”Indeed! We shall need to know her abilities, her hideouts, and any known associates, besides these ones, obviously.”

"Yes, Nualia. Once my love until that half-elf came into the picture," he scoffs at Tsuto. "I don't know the details of what she's doing, just that she's interested in some sort of monster in the floor below this one. Mal... Malfeshnekor, I think she called it? Yes, that's it." Orik shrugs emphatically. "Personally, I'd pass on any sort of monster interaction."

Any knowledge checks on that name?

"Well, if that doesn't sound like a job fer the fine officers of the Sandpoint guard, I dunno what does. Why don't we let this here fella go along his merry way, turn these two low lives in, and leave the rest ta them?" René starts edging in the direction of the exit.

Tylur immediately grabs René's shoulder. " You have honoured your word. We have no quarrel with you, Orik. Show us the passage that leads down to where Nualia is and go." Still with his hand on René's shoulder he speaks calmly to the others. "WE all know where we must go so let us not delay it any longer."

Glancing at Tylur but keeping quiet. He had better mean the town.

Tylur looks at the others seeing no movement. "There is no time to bring these two back and then return to deal with Nualia. This is the time. She is the reason for these problems and giving her time to make a deal with Malfeshnekor will only put the town at more risk."

Cordwin is confused. You mean you want to fight HER? Between Ripnugget and Tsuto we are lucky to be alive. He then pauses in contemplation But if you want to go fight her, I'm game.

René gives Tylur a blank look. "Soo....you want to use the dead weights as human shields? Or just kill'em now, so we don't hafta carry them?" It's unclear if he's being sarcastic or if it's meant as a serious question. It's quite possible he himself isn't sure which one of the two it is.

" 'Course, iff'n we do go'n face this Nualia lass, and she inevitably kills us, the town would be in even bigger trouble 'cause there ain't no one ta warn them. Person'ly, much as I hate ta leave y'all, I volunteer fer the tiresome duty of goin' ta inform them and bring back the cavalry." He attempts to adopt the visage of one offering a great personal sacrifice.

If we go fight Nualia, hexing is going to be pretty much the only thing I can contribute, since I'm down to one spell left. Skarn is also the only main combatant I haven't used fortune on yet. And unless Orik can direct us straight to her and around obstacles, there's probably going to be more combats between here and finding her.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Letting it out slowly before opening her eyes, "We need to let the town know. They should be able to spare a few guards to come help. If we can get help we can come right back if we have to."