Revival of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master Cellion

Guiness checks to the west, outside the palisade, for any signs of the goblins from that direction, as they heard voices there before.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Assuming he doesn't see them immediately approach, he takes a moment to move over and roll the sleeping goblin off the bridge with his heavily armored foot. "The water will wake him up, for sure. If he has any sense, he'll never show up around here again," thinks Guiness.

If there are goblins approaching (the ones who were making noises before off to the west), he will charge them.

Rig follows quickly behind Kargas (possibly snickering a little as the dwarf rolls the sleeping goblin off the bridge). "Wanna grab that gibbering one? Maybe we can ask him some questions?"

While the others clean up loose ends after their battle, Flo sets to work patching up her friends. "Don't move so much, you're wounded!" she complains as everyone practically sets off into different directions. With a defeated sigh, she stands in the middle of them and channels yet again.

"Any information we can get would be useful, I think it is worth a shot!" she chimes in on the topic of interrogation. "Let's not take too long though, who knows what they're doing on the inside of the fort in preparation for an assault now!"
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Channel Positive: 1d6 ⇒ 5 That should do it for everyone!
Man, Sundays are the day for posting! Thanks for the bot GM, exactly what I would have done.

"You! Drop that rusty pig-sticker or I'll gut you," Kargas jabs a finger at the remaining goblin. Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 4 = 15 I added the size bonus already, I don't think Fatigue affects this roll

Assuming it complies, I'll still end Rage and be Fatigued for a few rounds
Grapple: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22
Seizing the goblin by the throat, he slams it against the wall and holds up his bloody falchion with one hand and growls in the captive's face. "How many more of you inside? Are there tunnels dug into the rock? Who are your chieftains and where might I find them?"

”Thank you, Lady of the River,” smiles Guiness at Floredana as she heals him. Assuming no goblins are coming around the outside of the fort from the west, Guiness will join the others in the entry room. He looks around carefully for signs of his missing gear.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

If there are no enemies in view, Kargas will yell "COURTYARD CLEAR!"

"Your grasp of the obvious is beyond compare, Kargas." gushes the wizard in quietly mocking tones.

"You! Drop that rusty pig-sticker or I'll gut you," Kargas jabs a finger at the remaining goblin.

Seizing the goblin by the throat, he slams it against the wall and holds up his bloody falchion with one hand and growls in the captive's face. "How many more of you inside? Are there tunnels dug into the rock? Who are your chieftains and where might I find them?"

"Guiness, leave the sleeping one. We might need him if Kargas breaks this-" *SPLASH!* "Of course."

Typical. If the rascal survives he might flee to the other tribes and warn them what we are up to.

Guiness doesn't notice anything coming from the west, suggesting that perhaps you have a reprieve for a few moments. When he pushes the pink goblin off the bridge, its little body tumbles a couple of times before hitting the surface of the water below with a sickening slap. From the way its body rapidly sinks beneath the waves and blood rises to the surface, you think it probably died on impact.

Falling Damage vs. Pink: 2d3 + 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2) + (3, 3, 5, 4) = 20

Flo's holy energy heals the party's wounds in a matter of moments, along with healing those of the green goblin. Said goblin drops his little short sword and looks up at the longshank with mad fear in his eyes. He offers little resistance when Kargas picks him up and pins him to the wall by the neck.

"GEEHCK, GEEEEK, GUUURK." The goblin gesticulates wildly as Kargas chokes him. Though he's not able to talk clearly (due to being pinned by his throat), he still points animatedly towards the double doors to the north.

None of your gear in here Guiness.
Flo's channel brought everyone to full HP.

Sighing after seeing no sign of his gear, Guiness wipes off his borrowed dagger on a convenient dead goblin cloak, flips it and hands it back to Rig, saying “Thank you for the loan of the weapon, firey warrior.” He moves over to the fine daggers in the south wall and pulls them both down, sliding one into his well-worn boot (that seems to be well-used to housing a boot dagger) and holds out the other, ”Anyone need a dagger?”

Looking at Kargas holding the goblin a good 3 feet off the ground, he growls, ”And what about my gear? Where is it?” at the pitiful creature.

Grunting in annoyance, Kargas lowers the goblin to the ground and releases his grip on it's throat. "Try that again," he demands.

Rig gives Flo a thumbs-up of thanks. He takes back the dagger from the dwarf and returns it to its sheathe. "Sure, you can never have enough," he says taking the extra dagger.
if anyone else wants it, he'll share, no need to be greedy

Brother Guiness retrieves not two, but seven daggers from where they were pinning the wings in place. Of them, six appear largely ordinary. But one has a beautiful pearl handle inscribed with undulating ocean waves (An art piece worth 100 gp).

When Kargas stops blocking the goblin's windpipe, he begins to wheeze noisily before stammering in broken common "Many more goblin everywhere, up and down and around! Big- big boss Ripnugget over THERE over THERE! " He points insistently at the double doors to the north. "Honest! He even got fancy fire hammer. Swear it true! Let go! Let go!" He squirms in Kargas' grip, while simultaneously shining hopeful eyes up at his captors. "Pip helpful, yes? Let go!"

He cocks his head to the side when asked about the tunnels, not understanding what you mean.

"У него есть мой молот!"

Brother Guiness starts for the door to the north that the goblin indicated, a red haze at the edge of his vision at the thought of a self-styled goblin boss with his hammer! Is he wise enough to slow down and plan tactics with his new companions, maybe even borrowing the proffered spear from the puissant half-human?

Will save to not charge directly through the door: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Shaking with rage, Guiness asks in a deceptively quiet tone, "Are we ready to go in?" However calm his demeanor, the flexing fists and the tension in his shoulders, visible even through his battle-worn armor give evidence of his barely contained seething rage.

"Just a moment!" Flo responds to Guiness's call to battle. I can't stand goblins either, but something has got him riled up! If he is going to dive right in there, he might as well have a real weapon.

If Kargas accepts, she takes the Ranseur from him. She then stands in front of the Dwarf and holds it towards him. "This will probably work better for you than that," she suggests, pointing to the dagger he insists on arming himself with. Just before heading through the doors, she will spread more of her Goddess' favor upon the group.
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Bless on the group right before the doors open. No opinion on what to do with our captive goblin. As a player I frankly can't say what Flo would want done with him. Goblins are assaulting her home, but this one is named Pip and Pip has been helpful. As long as Pip isn't tortured, Flo will roll with whatever happens to him.

Guiness will accept the Ranseur gratefully from Floredana, but it is clear his focus is elsewhere, like a tightly wound spring poised to release. He appears to have forgotten about Pip altogether ever since the Hammer was mentioned.

Since you guys seem like you might be trying it soon:
When you check the double doors to the north, you realize that they stand out against the simple construction of the the rest of the fort. The two heavy oaken doors with brass handles look like they must've been swiped from elsewhere and incorporated into the fort - definitely not goblin construction.

Trying the door's handles, you realize that they've been locked.

Taking a deep breath, Guiness attempts to calm himself after realizing that they may need to wait to go through the door (at least until they find a key or someone with lockpicking skill can help out).

Feeling like he needs to explain himself, Guiness speaks to Floredana, who just handed him the spear. ”When I left home, my parents gave each gave me a gift. It is...difficult for me to know they are in the hands of these filthy creatures. My mother gave me a unique Warhammer, sacred to Torag and wielded by my great-great-grandmother, who was a famed warpriestess. I am...anxious to get it back.”

Kellek attempts to avoid the conversation at all costs and works on solving the party's door jam problem. He keeps his mithril-bladed dagger out, one, to show up everyone with a more usual sort of dagger, and two, in case he needs to shiv someone.

And the doors to the west? perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

There's also that little door in the northwest.

"I'd be mad if a goblin took my weapons. Embarrassed too, humiliated even," Kargas offers, apparently trying to be amicable. He grins at Flo and Rig, pleased with his first foray into diplomacy.

Thumbing at the goblin, the half-orc's smile fades. "So...do we let him go?" He would very clearly rather hurl Pip off Thistletop to be dashed against the rocks below.

Kellek listens at the doors to the west, but hears nothing on the other side. They appear to be made of salvaged timber from shipwrecks and have simple pull handles and no locks in sight.

Once you're up near the northern doors, you look down the eastern hallway and spot... yet more doors! Two more single doors leading northwards, and one more leading east. (Map updated!) Other than the aforementioned locked set of fine doors, the rest of the doors here appear to be a mismatched assortment of salvage and densely bundled branches.

"I could smash the doors..."

"I doubt it matters, noise-wise."

”Is anyone here skilled in bypassing locks?”...(cough...cough...Colvyn...)

Colvyn is stuck at work with limited internet. Will post in a few hours if that ok.

"Ahh, in regards to our little buddy here," Rig says pulling out his sap. "I think we can take care of that."
whether I sap him or someone else does, doesn't matter to me

Colvyn walks around the dead goblins, picking up arrows again. Better safe than sorry, never know how long we will be out here. Walking inside the fort, he can't help but smile at Kargas interrogation technique. When someone mentioned the locked doors, Colvyn start digging into his pockets. "Let me see if I can help with that." First, he looks for traps, and then, if he doesn't find any, he then attempts to unlock the door.

Searching for traps: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Disable Devices: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 2 = 25

Colvyn doesn't spot any traps, so he starts working on getting the doors unlocked. The successful click comes mere seconds later as the skilled ratfolk makes quick work of the lock.

Meanwhile, Pip begins thrashing and squealing as it becomes clear that the group isn't going to let him get away. Rig approaches and lands a solid thwack with his sap to knock the little guy out.

I've moved you guys all into the building. Feel free to arrange yourselves how you'd like for entering the double doors. If you'd like to suggest a default order for entering doors in DISCUSSION, we can skip this step with the next eleventy-million doors in this place ;>

Guiness' hands tighten on the shaft of the Ranseur, as he prepares to launch himself into the room at any goblin who dares get between him and his warhamer.

...and if someone tries to wield that hammer in combat, he is in for a bit of a surprise..."A weapon made of siccatite deals +1 point of damage of the appropriate energy type each time it strikes a foe, but also deals 1 point of the same energy damage to the wielder each round it is used in combat."

Reminding this angry Dwarf about the embarrassment and humiliation he must have felt might not be the best thing to do right now. Looks like we are going to have to bring back those daily manners lessons, but with a socializing 101 addition! "A very trying time for you Brother Guiness, how right you are Kargas!" she says, hoping the half-orc takes the hint.

As the group forms up on the door, Flo sticks to the back with her starknife out and waits.
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Just a reminder, per my previous post, we will have bless up once everyone is ready to go.

Suggested order: Kargas, Guiness, Rig, Colvyn, Kellek/Flor? My post below assumes we're starting with the double doors, but we could check out some of the other doors first.

Kargas takes hold of one of the doors, nodding at Guiness to take the other and waiting for the others to signal that they're ready before the hauls it open.

Guiness is ready.

Kellek does a quick search of his pockets again and seems to come up empty.

Rig flashes a thumbs-up.

Once Guiness and Kargas swing open the heavy doors, Guiness rushes ahead, pushing through a set of woven reed curtains and into a large chamber. This large throne room is decorated with hanging furs along its walls, mostly black-and-red striped firepelt skins, various dog pelts, and in some cases, what look like horse hides. Four solid timber posts support the ceiling, their surface studded with dozens of iron spikes, with the lower reaches decorated with dozens of impaled and severed hands in various stages of decay. To the northeast, a wooden platform supports a throne heaped with dog pelts and horse hides. Dog skulls adorn the armrests and a horse skull leers over the throne’s back. A smoldering red warhammer with a dragonskin grip has been set into the horse skull's mouth.

A grey-green skinned goblin wearing a bronze helmet and iron breastplate reclines upon the throne and nurses a burned hand. (See slide 2 of handouts). Sitting at attention in front of him is a giant green and blue gecko. Two more armored goblins stand on either side, leaning into the pillars in front of them for cover, and wielding horse-choppers.

More disciplined than most goblins, none of these rush in immediately to attack. The warchief shouts out in passable common "YOU'RE THE ONES THAT RUINED OUR RAID! BE-GOING! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME IN THE PRESENCE OF WARCHIEF RIPNUGGET!"

I expect you're interested in just caving their heads in, but this is an opportunity to (at least briefly) speak with your enemy if you wish. If no one wants to by this evening, we can jump right into combat. Anyone taking an action that could be considered hostile (like casting a spell or advancing further into the room), will also start the combat right away.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Guiness inhales deeply when his gaze finds the hammer (during which time others are welcome to make their statements—his Perception Check was low enough it takes him a few seconds to focus on it), then bellows with outrage, ”That’s my hammer!”, obviously preparing to charge into the room.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Colvyn walks into the room with the other. Fearing that there might be more than what is visible, he scans all the hiding place he can think of but doesn't see anything. Since he is not much of a talker, he just gets an arrow ready and use one of his blessing to engulf his bow with green flames.

"We'll ruin more than your raid, you mewling coward!" Kargas snarls back. "Where's the demon priestess? We don't have time for jumped-up flunkies."

The goblin leader puffs out his chest. "Volcano hammer belongs to Ripnugget now! Taken fair and square from weakling dwarfling." And at Kargas' comment he snorts smugly "She not deserve to be in my presence. Once Nualia frees Malfeshnekor, it will be a new AGE OF TRIUMPH for goblins! He will put her in place as servant, and raise goblins up as conquerors!"

"Maybe Ripnugget will let Nualia clean his toenails afterward, hehehehe!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

When nobody rushes in, Flo stays put. No point rushing into this just yet if the "jumped-up flunky" wants to talk... "Oh great Ripnugget, tell us of this mighty Malfeshnekor!" she cries from the back, doing her best to appeal to his ego in getting him to spill a little more information. A demon priestess is bad enough!
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Perception, DC 23: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Sense Motive, DC 14: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Y'all, I'm good at like two skills. Why RNGsus?

EDIT: My bad Guiness, I've no problem with Flo keeping what she said and Guiness diving right in there! She easily could have just read the situation wrong! I appreciate your consideration, I just misinterpreted your intentions.

When nobody rushes in, Flo stays put. No point rushing into this just yet if the "jumped-up flunky" wants to talk...

To be clear, Guiness is rushing in. Call it 3-5 seconds for him to see the hammer, take the deep breath, then bellow. Long enough for other people to react (make Perception checks, say something quick, try to stop Guiness from charging in—not advised, by the way).

...and trying to be polite to others who may want to post something before the battle is joined...

Once Kellek and Rig have a chance to chime in & make their Perception checks, Guiness will charge into the room.

Rig Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Kellek Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Since neither managed their perception checks, I'll start the combat rolling.

The goblin chieftain turns his attention to Flo and grins widely, standing up and raising his shortsword into the air. "Malfeshnekor! The Great Beast! The One in the Deep! Our g-" A sudden twitch from Guiness attracts his attention and he narrows his eyes before shouting "GUARDS! KILL THEM!"

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|||| ROUND 1 ||||
Colvyn
Flo
Kargas
Guiness
Ripnugget
Gecko
Rig
Kellek
Other Goblins

Team Buffs: Bless (5rds)
Bold are up!

Colvyn walks into the room and fire an arrow at one of the goblins guarding the chief. Let's clear the way for the dwarf. He is a bit too exposed for his taste, but he assumes that the rest of the group will charge in melee soon.

Longbow vs Blue: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (4) = 10

Blessing of good, 9 rounds

Rig was about to see if he could engage the chief, perhaps as a distraction, when the dwarf bellowed his challenge. With a smile that says "ah what the hell," he prepares for the fight instead.

Without a second thought, Flo showers Guiness in Desnan butterflies before he charges off. "Get that hammer back!" she calls out.
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Luck on Guiness, roll all d20's twice and take the higher until it is my turn again!

Guiness leaps into action! Not wanting to get too close to those spiked columns, he moves swiftly along the west wall and then along the north wall (double move) until he is standing directly to the right of the 'throne', close enough to read the Dwarven script along the haft of his hammer. "It's called 'Драгонфист', you illiterate cretin!" Guiness snarls at Ripnugget.

Since Guiness went left, Kargas decides to strafe right and take out the bodyguard closest to him. Reluctant to use up more of his spirit-magic already, the berserker confronts the wounded goblin with only his own considerable strength. The blow is powerful but ill-aimed...

Power Attack & Bless, no Rage
Power Attack vs Yellow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 11 Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

Colvyn's arrow sails through the air and strikes the flatfooted blue goblin guard. While it leaves him gravely injured, he remains standing. After a blessing from Flo, Guiness rushes forwards towards his precious hammer. He reaches the throne platform, but as he tries to get past the chieftain, he finds that the area behind the throne (north-east corner of the room) is already occupied by another goblin! This goblin is lightly armored and wielding a curved dogslicer. (I moved Guiness 1 square west to account for his target location already being occupied)

Kargas weaves between the spiked columns, but his powerful swing catches on one of the extended spikes and misses its intended target.

Ripnugget quickly leaps onto his gecko and snarls at the approaching dwarf. (I've moved the gecko's token off map, as Ripnugget is sharing his square) "We should have stuck you on a spear earlier! Take this, dwarfling!" He swings in with his shortsword, glancing a blow off Guiness' armor. Meanwhile, his gecko delivers a surprisingly accurate bite to the dwarf's legs. (Dealing 5 points of damage)

Grinning from atop his gecko, he calls out "Surround the dwarfling!"

|||| ROUND 1 ||||
Colvyn
Flo
Kargas
Guiness (5 dmg)
Ripnugget
Gecko
Rig
Kellek
Blue Goblin Guard (10 dmg)
Other Goblins

Team Buffs: Bless (5rds)
Bold are up!

Assuming the goblins do try to surround Guiness, he will get an AOO if they pass through the threatened area of the Ranseur he is wielding (reach weapon). Here is the roll for that eventuality so our GM can incorporate it as needed in the goblin’s turn...

Ranseur AOO: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 11 Bless and Blooded
Ranseur AOO: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 27 Bless and Blooded, reroll from Flo

Ranseur Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 = 10

Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 8 Bless and Blooded
Ranseur added Crit Damage: 4d4 + 8 ⇒ (2, 3, 4, 1) + 8 = 18