Stealth
Stealth
Intimidate
Intimidate 1d20+4
"All men here have one and only one opportunity to live. Throw down your arms and join the rune lords in power and glory or never leave this hovel of a base alive. Every man chooses for himself, but you must do so quickly. "
Who has not thrilled to the stories of the Stag Lord as a child? The monstrous bandit lord who ruled the kingdom's lands with his twisted servants before the coming of the Runelords.
While the stories are colorful, the truth is more prosaic. The Stag Lord's 'army' was a chaotic mess of loosely affiliated raiders. His keep - though impressive - was the looted sight of an abbey and even at full capacity housed less than thirty men.
The Runelord's planning is the subject to much dispute; though fortunately their actions are recounted with much more accuracy in Runelord Kindness' journal. I have endeavored to give an understanding of the kind of planning engaged based on the actions in the war. Undoubtedly my critics will bemoan that I have simply taken the actions and engineered a plan that would result in those actions, but I feel this is reasonable. That said, then;
The plan went off without a hitch, at first. The mass of Grey Servants moved into place at the bottom of the hill. As they were approaching an alarm is raised in the keep. By the time the Grey Servants are in place a full unit of bandit archers - perhaps 25 men - manned the walls and watchtower. Runelord Dranstus' spell had its audience.
The illusory Runelord was impressive, and delivered his speech:
"All men here have one and only one opportunity to live. Throw down your arms and join the rune lords in power and glory or never leave this hovel of a base alive. Every man chooses for himself, but you must do so quickly. "
But the bandits were too intimidated by their own 'lord' to put much stock in the voice of a wizard. Overconfident they jeered back, and the first flight of arrows filled the sky. Shaft after shaft punches through the grey robes only to find no flesh beneath; or worse, not even a ture robe but only Ronald's illusion.
Going to scale up both sides so not all tiny.
Final tally was 34 archers, 5 zombee mounted archers, yes?
Let's call it a unit of
tiny flying zombie archers
hp 4
ACR 1
DV 11
OM 1 (0 ranged)
flying, darkvision, mindless, undead
and
medium skeletal archers
hp 1
ACR 1/3
DV 12 OM 0 (ranged)
darkvision, mindless, undead
versus
medium bandit warriors
hp 1
ACR 1/3
DV 14 [fortifications]
OM 0 (ranged)
Morale +0
For each unit could you please roll attacks on the bandit warriors. d20+unit OM-14.
This is likely to be a quick battle, and will then inform what is happening during everything else.
Meanwhile, unseen the true Runelords walked up the path as they sky above them filled with arrows.
tiny flying zombie archers
medium skeletal archers
Simon looks around for someplace that would allow him to be close enough to see the archers on the walls, but not otherwise be in danger.
Anglon heart races as they approach the gates. He readies to call down a version of his prayer infused with his new power.
Forsten stops in front of the gates with the others. He watches the flight of arrows fly overhead to the grey servants and using the noise of bowstrings and jeering bandits he softly intones his spell. The other runelords feel a calm confidence settle over them as their understanding of the flow of the fight expands. He then stands ready to defend the others as they take advantage of the confusion.
The illusory Runelord raises his hands as lightning begins to wreath his arms and his eyes glow red.
"Get the gate open or go high, I'm going to cease concentration momentarily, and our friend will last just a bit afterwards, " Ronald stage whispers to his allies as he continues towards the gate.
Up above the battlements, Grey called forth the invisible horror to advance on the fort.
Then, he began calling up additional reinforcements.
The invisible monster that was once a spider moved with surprising silence and speed for a thing so large.
Whatever the bandits within the fort thought was coming, it certainly wasn't this.
The runelord's aerial support didn't keep in anything resembling a formation. Grey and Simon knew better than to cluster their troops. They were wizards, after all. The small grey-robed archers strapped firmly down onto the once-bees picked their targets seemingly at random. Whatever was closest to them at the time and armed with any sort of projectile was fair game. The bees looped and buzzed about, occasionally swooping down to deliver vicious stings. It wasn't the best strategy in the world, but the confusing illusions that increased the apparent size of the swarm made it more than adequate.
As the Runelords advance up the slope it becomes obvious the advantage of height is enough for the archer zombees to turn the tide of battle. Given time the bandit archers will fall.
Thirty feet from the portcullis more men can be seen running around inside the keep. Perhaps six or seven of them.
Your Arcane Sight detects auras within. It appears two or three men are quaffing potions.
From your elevated position you can see six or seven men running around. Two, together, seem to be in charge. They have a third man, chained. The three men are drinking potions; though it seems the chained man is unwilling.
You then spot, emerging yawning from a ramshackle building a stag headed archer.
"Several of the bandits are drinking potions. What they are, I cannot tell yet. Be on your guard for invisible foes, and expect magical enhancements on the fighters."
Looking into the base, blocked off by the portcullis, he shrugs.
"So, any ideas on how to get in?" he half-jests.
"Perhaps." Valerianna focuses for a moment, drawing on a well of power deep within her . As the group then arrives at the portcullis a few breaths later, she grabs the lowest crossbar with both hands and with an impressive grunt heaves upward.
HP: 62/42
AC: 25 (12 T / 23 FF)
Fort: +4 // Ref: +5 // Will: +6
Cantrips Prepared (4): mage hand, mending, prestidigitation, read magic
Level 1 Prepared (3+2+1): enlarge person [ ], illusion of calm [ ], liberating command [ ], mirror strike [ ] [ ], shield [X]
Level 2 Prepared (3+1+1): alter self [ ] [ ], blindness/deafness [ ], bull's strength [X] [ ]
Level 3 Prepared (2+1+1): extended false life (mythic) [X], haste [X], monstrous physique (mythic) [X], resinous skin [ ]
Bonded Item Spell: [ ]
Augment (+2/+2) used: 0/8
Mythic Power used: 3/7
Ongoing Effects:
Str: 24 (+7)
extended mythic false life (6/12 hours)
mythic monstrous physique- gargoyle (+4 str, +3 nat armor, darkvision 60, fly 30) (4/10 rounds, 0/6 minutes)
bull's strength (+4 str) (3/10 rounds, 0/6 minutes)
shield (+4 AC) (2/10 rounds, 0/6 minutes)
haste (+1 to hit, +1 dodge, +1 ref) (1/6 rounds)
"Be on your guard for invisible foes, and expect magical enhancements on the fighters."
"When our invisibility ends, I can purge the area of any other invisible people."
Simon casually withdraws Kindness (adamantine sword) and holds it hilt first so Val can take it. He says quietly, "Shove this in the wall to hold the gate open. I'll retrieve it later."
Simon casually withdraws Kindness (adamantine sword) and holds it hilt first so Val can take it. He says quietly, "Shove this in the wall to hold the gate open. I'll retrieve it later."
Anglon continues to ready his mythic prayer until combat starts.
The Grey Horror goes over the walls unseen. Grey's whispered command carries on the wind to the Horror's simple mind.
It focused on the two who seemed to be in charge and prepared to leap from the walls.
Valerianna wrenches open the portcullis in a spectacular feat of strength, and Simon pegs it open with his adamantine sword.
As the portcullis goes up two of the 'leader' bandits start convulsing. The bandits around them start to run - away.
The final, chained Bandit looks to the sky "I'm sorry", then he too starts convulsing.
MP 12
Swift: Vanishing Move
Full : Shoot Grey Horror
Bonus Standard:
From nowhere a pair of arrows strike out at the still invisible Grey Horror.
Grey Horror takes 11 piercing damage; 7 if it can make a dc 21 perception check. The first arrow ricochets off the centre of the Horror's head, the second lands in a joint.
Anglon may not fully understand what the bandits are doing or what shot the giant spider, but he does know a fight when he sees one.
"May the power of Lissala strength us!"
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, DF
Range 40 ft.
Area all allies and foes within a 40-ft.-radius burst centered on you
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance yes
You bring special favor upon yourself and your allies while bringing disfavor to your enemies. You and each of your allies gain a +2 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a –2 penalty on such rolls.
Mythic: When you cast the spell, your affected allies heal an amount of hit point damage equal to double your tier, and affected enemies take an amount of damage equal to double your tier.
Knowledge
Perception
Molly:
Knowledge
Perception
Simon takes a 5 foot step diagonally then cast's a spell. (Epic fire stream)
a 20' line of fire erupts from his outstretched hand as waves of heat continue to push forward from his position. (
Fire damage
School evocation [fire]; Level magus 3, sorcerer/wizard 3
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range 20 ft.
Area 20-ft. line
Duration concentration, up to 1 round/level; see text
Saving Throw Reflex half; Spell Resistance yes
A rushing stream of fire sprays from your outstretched hand, dealing 2d6 points of fire damage to every creature in the area. Each round you continue to concentrate on the spell, you can select a new area for it to affect.
Firestream sets fire to combustibles and damages objects in the area. It can melt metals with low melting points, such as lead, gold, copper, silver, and bronze. If the damage caused to an interposing barrier shatters or breaks through it, the firestream may continue beyond the barrier if the area permits; otherwise it stops at the barrier just as any other spell effect does.
Epic FIRESTREAM
Source firestream
The damage dealt increases to 2d10 points of fire damage. Any creature that fails its saving throw also catches fire. The continuous line of fire pushes against all creatures, making them treat the spell's area as difficult terrain.
Augmented (4th): If you expend two uses of mythic power, you create a second line of fire using your other hand. If you overlap the lines, creatures in the overlap must attempt two saving throws and take the lower result, but don't take damage from both lines. You may stop either line of fire as a free action on your turn, but once you stop maintaining a line, you must cast mythic firestream again to recreate it.
"Lycanthropes" Simon says calmly just before the spell finishes.
"Lets see them fall."
Ronald casts create pit under the group of bandits.