RoW: Let's Thaw the Frozen Stars! (Inactive)

Game Master Daxter

Round 5: Actions
Full-Round Action: Stab stab!

Shanya keeps stabbing.

...why hasn't this thing died yet?!

Studied Stab: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Studied Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 4d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (2, 5, 4, 4) = 21

Stab: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Shanya slays the creature and it's partner runs away in terror!

I'm calling it. Combat Over!

After the conflict is over, the adlet introduces herself. "I am Baknarla, shaman of my tribe. You must be the destined ones. The ones to free my people's lands from the dragon warlord Yrax. He has oppressed us and driven us from our home. I have left my tribe to see you out. I have a relic that belonged to a legendary hero named Sarnok. He was a mighty warrior shaman who lived long ago and was a known dragonslayer. " She moves and picks up a spear, handing it to the party.

It is a +2 Bane(Dragon), Thawing, Longspear.

Avora looks the weapon over, appreciating the fine craftsmanship. She gives a low whistle before handing it to Sven. "Best that you decide who is fit to carry it," she says, though the tone of her voice makes it clear that she wishes to be that individual.

Sven is visibly surprised by Baknarla's generosity but he doesn't reject the adlet's gift. He seen too much crazy s$~* in the last couple weeks to reject any notions of destiny at this point.

When Avora puts the weapon in his hands, the big ulfen almost immediately offers it back to her. "She's a fine weapon. I'm confident you'll do Sarnok proud if we end up facing down this dragon."

The adlet bids you good luck and you are off. You fight your way through a large portion of Ivoryglass, defeating everything in your path. You're probably getting close to Yrax. Checking the next door, you find a large room. Training dummies, ropes, weights, and other martial exercise equipment fill the room, the floor of which is covered in padded woven mats. A weapon rack stands against the northwest wall, and iron manacles hang from the walls.

A furry humanoid clad in purple body wraps is in the middle of performing an elaborate blade kata when you enter. Noticing you, she ceases her movements and gazes curiously at you. Putting aside her weapon, she shows her hands are empty before cautiously approaching.

"Greetings to you. I am known as Cesseer of Ning, consort of Warlord Yrax. Who am I addressing? I apologize for my bluntness, but what are you doing in this part of the palace?"

Sven follows suit, lowering his weapon as he keeps a close eye on the formerly armed consort.

"We're here for your master. Stand aside. We're not here to hurt you and we have no interest in doing so."

"I see. This puts me in a difficult position, I must confess. As consort to the Warlord, I am expected to either report your presence or engage you in combat to defend his property. However, while it's the traditional expectation, such orders have not been officially given to me. You see the dilemma? I've not had a good fight for a very long time, as I've been unable to find any worthy opponent in this fortress. But as aliens from another world, you're much too interesting to simply slaughter to fulfill what's expected of me. Do you have any suggestions?"

Not entirely trusting the warlord's personal whore, Sven eyes her warily as he considers her words.

"You're seeking a physical challenge: Face our champion. When we win, you step aside and tell us where to find Yrax. No slaughter necessary."

Sven gives Kalt a knowing nod before looking to Cesseer for her reply.

"That sounds delightful, actually. I've been cooped up in this castle for far too long. Would you prefer blunted weapons, unarmed strikes only, or something else. I don't know how they conduct duels on your world, but I assure you that I can handle any fair ruleset."

Kalt's eyes widen as he's named the champion by Sven, though an ironic smile crosses his face an instant later. Always the joker...I'm surprised he didn't offer to just wrestle with her, knowing Sven.

"I fight with weapons better than with fists, so blunted weapons seems the best choice," Kalt replies, sizing up his new opponent. "You sure you don't want in on this, Bjornson? A little wresting match seems just your thing."

This should be interesting, since I expect the encounter is designed for a party rather than a single character - but I'm game. I notice we have not defined what happens if I lose...

Shhhhh. Don't tell her that! With hunter's focus up Kalt should be able to burn down any single opponent.

That's what I had in mind too - but I can't help think back on the time Kalt almost soloed an ice troll - until the ice troll soloed him. In any case, I'm game.

"Blunt weapons? To the death or until unconsciousness? Also, when I win, you will leave peacefully."

But then Lana came along, so it's not like that episode was all bad...

"I've no wish to beat you into a bloody pulp with a blunted blade," Kalt replies, "so I say to unconsciousness."

No fair, the DM reading OOC commentary!

"Alright then. To unconsciousness." Cesseer walks over to the weapons rack and picks out a Three Section Staff, twirling it around before nodding to herself. She steps down into the middle area waiting for Kalt to join her. As she does so she performs a quick mantra before getting into a fighting stance.

Kalt!

Did we have a moment for buffs? I would have happily cast barkskin and lead blades – and would accept any buffs my friends want to give! Not sure if Cesseer’s mantra was a spell or just getting into her stance.

Kalt takes a moment to wrap his blade tightly in a long, leather band, carefully studying his opponent as he does so. Once in the arena, he strides closer to Cesseer and whacks her hard!

Use Ranger’s Focus, move and attack.

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, Focus: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 19 + 4 = 33
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 2d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 27

You have time for 1 buff but only something you can cast. Any spells from the party would be considered cheating.

Kalt is able to strike Cesseer very hard. For some reason though, she smiles right before her staff becomes a blur of strikes.

Swift Action to spend a ki point for an extra attack. First will be a trip attempt. After that she'll use Perfect Strike to roll 3 times and take the highest.
Trip!: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (17) + 20 = 37 I believe that lands.
Perfect Strike, Flurry: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 19 + 4 = 33
Perfect Strike, Flurry: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 19 + 4 = 25
Perfect Strike, Flurry: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 19 + 4 = 28
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Flurry: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 19 + 4 = 29
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Flurry: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 4 = 24
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Flurry: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 4 = 21
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Flurry: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 4 = 24
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Your turn, Kalt.

Ouch! Trying to figure out how much damage I've taken. The +4 on the attacks is because I'm prone, right? So I don't have to take a -4 to my AC on top of that?

Yes.

Okay, I’ll have cast lead blades before the fight. First hit would have done 1d6 ⇒ 2 additional damage.

Kalt is shocked to find himself knocked to the floor the instant the fight start! Knowing he won’t survive there, he grunts and leaps to his feet, muttering, ”Another great plan, Bjornson…” He then brings his padded blade smashing down on the head of his foe!

Stand up – provoking an AoO – then attack.

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, Focus: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 19 + 4 = 42
+1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack, Lead Blades, Focus: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3, 2) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 31

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 19 + 4 = 34
Crit damage: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (2, 5, 5) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 32

Status: 71/105 hp

AOO: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Kalt scores a devastating blow with his blade, but Cesseer still stands. This time though she concentrates on her defenses. Ki point to add +4 to AC.

She then launches a roundhouse kick, one that threatens to stun Kalt before resuming her attacks.

Stunning Fist, Perfect Strike: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Stunning Fist, Perfect Strike: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
Stunning Fist, Perfect Strike: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7 Make a Fort Save DC20 or be stunned for 1 round.
Flurry: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Flurry: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Flurry: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Flurry: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
1d10 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Kalt!

Fort: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Kalt freezes in place, his nerves jangling from Cesseer's strike.

Status: 13/105 hp

Well you do still have hero points if you would like to use one.

*cough*For the +8.*cough*

Sure, let's do that.

Kalt grits his teeth, shakes his head and just barely manages to shake off the effects of Cesseer's attack! He then lets loose a series of powerful strikes against the monk!

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, Focus: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 19 + 4 = 40
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1, 6) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 30

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, iterative: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 3 + 4 = 35
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (6, 6, 6) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 38

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 3 + 4 = 15
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1, 6) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 28

Crit confirm 1: 1d20 + 19 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 19 + 4 = 43
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (5, 2, 1) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 28

Crit confirm 2: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 3 + 4 = 16
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 25

Well, if that 96 points of damage doesn't put her down, I think we're done here.

After a hard fought bout Kalt drops Cesseer with his first swing. She drops to the ground in a thud, unconscious. Combat Over.

Kalt breathes a sigh of relief as Cesseer goes down, then raises one eyebrow skeptically at Sven, but says nothing. Turning to Lana, he says, "Think I can get you to patch me up? She hits pretty hard with that complicated stick she was swinging around. And then let's wake her up, get her to hold up her end of the deal."

”I knew you could take her”, Sven says with laugh as he claps his battered friend on the back. ”I wasn’t worried for a second. ”

"Well, that makes one of us," Kalt replies, giving Sven a not so gentle elbow to the ribs in response. "But it was a good fight."

Avora can only stare in awe at Kalt. She could not have withstood the first round of blows, and here he stands barely breathing hard.

Lana?

"Of course," replies the oracle, coming to as if from a long way away. Flashes... memories... are they returning? Finally? So many questions... "I'm sorry," she adds, "I was... remembering." The flames, lapping at the edge of the forest, yet restrained...

Taking a deep breath, Lana reaches out a hand and releases life into Kalt once again. As the essence leaves her, she stares thoughtfully at her gloved hand, wondering what will be revealed next.

CSW: 3d8 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3, 2) + 11 + 1 = 19 +6 for Kalt
CLW: 1d8 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 = 13 +2 for Kalt
CLW: 1d8 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 1 = 17 +2 for Kalt

Channel: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 4, 6, 5, 1) + 1 = 24 +12 for Kalt
Will go ahead and include our unconscious former foe in there.

Let me know if you need more, Kalt.

Cesseer wakes up with a jolt. "Well played. You are skilled in combat. I will honor my deal. I will take you to my master." The triaxian takes the group further through the tower and ensures that no one accosts you and even guides you through some illusory walls into antechamber leading to the inner sanctum. "This is where I take my leave. Good luck." She states before taking off. Let me know when you open the door and face the your doom!

Avora would like to cast bull's strength and bear's endurance on Sven, before going in.

Sven gives the alien woman a nod of gratitude for honoring her part of the agreement. "You might want to make yourself scarce. This is going to get bloody and there's no reason for you to die with your master."

***

Feeling his muscles surge with bestial might under Avora's magics, Sven bangs his weapon on his shield before leading the way into the antechamber. "Yrax! Show yourself! Your war is over."

Kalt thanks Lana for restoring him yet again, then readies himself for the fight to come.

Will cast lead blades and barkskin (making my AC 26/16/22) and wait for any generous giving of buffs that might occur.

Shield other, shield of faith, and aid for all who want them. Lemme know.

Taking stoneskin, shield, and displacement.

Would take aid and shield other, as long as the latter won't kill you, Lana.

Pfft, I'm stronk.

The smooth walls of this gigantic pentagonal chamber curve gently inward to form a lofty domed roof above the icy floor. A raised platform sits fifteen feet above the floor at the western end of the room, with a large metal door set into the rear wall. Inside stands Yrax, a huge white dragon, centuries old. "I am Yrax, Lord of the Howling Storm! You think your intrusion surprises me?! The only surprise is the insolence! I have lived through two of this planet's centuries-long winters. I have ruled for centuries! You will not take my kingdom or anything else for that matter, from me!" He roars.

Map is up! PCs are up! Also everyone needs to give me a DC21 will save vs fear or be shaken.

Will, DC 21: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Kalt moves into position, waiting for Sven to move opposite him before striking!

Move action to get close, then attack once Sven moves into flank.

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, Focus, Aid, Flank: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 29
+1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack, Lead Blades: 3d6 + 7 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4, 5, 2) + 7 + 9 + 4 = 31

Temp HP from Aid: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Status: 105/105 hp, 17 temps

Aid HP for Lana: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Lana raises her arms and calls upon the strength of her returning memories to imbue her allies with vigor! Cast blessing of fervor.

Just noticed that Avora was only 10th level here, even though my local copy was 11th. That has been corrected.

Will save: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 2 = 17

Though her knees threaten to buckle, Avora forces herself to stand (Shaken). She dashes into the room, intent on inflicting harm upon the dragonlord. As she comes, she stabs with her new spear.

Attack: 1d20 + 12 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 - 2 + 2 = 30 Damage: 1d8 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + (3, 6) = 13 (plus1d6 ⇒ 3 if cold subtype)

Taking the movement speed this turn.

The dragon's roar rattles Sven's armor but not his resolve. After answering the beast with a roar of his own, the big ulfen marches forward to join Kalt in battling Yrax.

Attack (stance, bulls): 1d20 + 18 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 18 - 2 + 2 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 16

Kalt, Avora, and Sven move up but find only scaly hide with their weapons. They also find that the air around the dragon lord is extremely cold as well. Lana casts a spell empowering her allies. Shanya!

Round 1: Actions
Swift Action: Study dragon
Move Action: Move to engage
Standard Action: Stab

Will Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Shanya isn't impressed by the dragon's posturing. Quite a feat, considering it's... well, a dragon.

"Well, you're bigger than the last one we killed. I'll give you that."

Takes good care of his scales. Try for the belly.

She moves in, rapier in hand and form shifting again and again. Then she strikes...

Stab: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 11 + 3 = 16

...and strikes nothing but hard scale.

Yrax finding himself surrounded, flies straight up into the air! Everyone adjacent can take an AOO. He is now 50 feet in the air.

He then lets loose a blast of pure cold from his giant maw. Hitting Avora, Kalt, Sven, and Shanya.

DC Reflex 25 for Half: 18d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 4, 2, 4, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3, 2, 3, 3, 3) = 50

The Lord of the Howling Storm seems to grin afterwards. Party is up!

Reflex, BoF: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 2 = 24 Agh, so close. Did I miss a +1 from any buffs, gang?

Kalt lashes out with his blade as the dragon takes to the air, cutting the creature's flank deeply! The dragon returns the favor with a blast of biting cold!

+1 Greatsword, Power Attack, Focus, Aid, Flank: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 44
+ 1 Greatsword damage, Power Attack, Focus: 3d6 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (5, 6, 1) + 7 + 9 = 28

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 46
Crit damage: 3d6 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) + 7 + 9 = 33

Status: 65/105 hp

Going to see if someone's going to make me fly or otherwise be able to attack in the air before I ditch my sword.