Please don't forget to roll dim light mis chances (25%, low is bad).
Not to be picky, but isn't that 20%?[]/ooc]
GM Damo wrote:
[ooc]And just for good measure, Gunari came to the same conclusion almost immediately after Amaranti posted... but because I didn't refresh the page, I didn't even f*cking realize. Thanks Gunari for trying to save me time. Bugger that it didn't work! I want a 30 minute refund. Nice one Jack for being quicker on the uptake than me.
Was easy for me, since I was involved in a forum "discussion" about this around 1 month ago... so remembered all that. However, I did forget why I had come to this conclusion, so thank you Jyri for pointing it out! I just clarified the 'why'.
Ibid cannot see far enough along the trail to spy the swarms, but can easily hear the teeming mass of scurrying insects. He first lifts his wayfinder aloft while mumbling quietly to himself, and suddenly the compass-looking device begins to shine and blanket the surrounding area in light. Almost immediately, the old man begins to feverishly sift through his bag, pushing aside various arrows, potions, and wands in a mad search.
standard action: use wayfinder to cast light
move action: begin searching his pack for an alchemists fire
Male Human (Garundi), Summoner 10, HP: 93/93 | AC: 19[21] FF: 17[19] Touch: 13 | Saves: Fort: +11[+13] Ref: +9[+11] Will: +11[+13] | Perception: +2 SM +0| Init: +2 | CMB: +16 | CMD: 27 | Speed: 30 | Spells 1st: 6/6 2nd: 4/5 3rd: 2/4 4th: 1/1| Wand of MA 39/50(1) | Wand of IH 38 / 50 | Active conditions: heroism 200 min, greater invisibility 10 rounds
---Earlier in the ravine ---
"Others ride my snake!? But, but..." Amaranti mutters, in shock of the idea. At first, he was going absolutely to refuse. However, looking at Gunari in his heavy armor and Finarin in his slippery high-fashion boots, the Garundi understands that there's no option, unless they want give out their location to anyone with a sense of smell. Grumbling, and muttering something incomprehensible, Amaranti dismounts, and send Kaisharga up to give the others a lift. Once they are ready to continue, the Garundi seems very silent and looks as if moping.
--- Now, the bugfight. ---
"Oh, no!" Whatever dark thoughts Amaranti had, they disappear once gets the sight of ant swarms. Remembering the basic training, and his previous fights with such menace, he knows the lance is useless here. He takes a vial of Alchemists' Fire from his belt, and tosses the alchemical weapon towards the closest swarm.
Alchemists fire, -2 for range :1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 2 = 21 miss chance:1d100 ⇒ 90 damage :1d6 ⇒ 2
After the throw, he takes a step away from the bugs.
There is not much Kaisharga can do about these tiny critters, other than offer a distraction. It slithers away from the main group, hoping to draw the ants' attention.
I'm happy to rule that you have useful weapons, like alchemist's fire and holy water on a belt (unless you'd prefer otherwise) so it can be a move action to draw them. Ibid can move and hurl next round.
Amaranti also needed to step out to throw that (he can draw as he moves) since the trees would have provided the swarm with improved cover. Given you a Lockwood to help with that... actually works out better for your companions, too! Otherwise, Stormy would have gone for the line while Swarmy couldn't make it. Only Finarin gets it worse as a result.
Lockwooded Kaisharga through the trees (counts as difficult terrain, grants improved cover.
Amaranti's aim is true, and Stormy explodes into flame. Even Swarmy loses some ants to the fire as the burning liquid splashes it.
As about a hundred ants writhe on the ground before becoming charred little corpses, Stormy leaves its dying comrades and crawls all over Finarin, stabbing and stinging. Individually, the ants have barely enough poison to cause more than a little discomfort. In this quantity, however, their innmerable poisonous bites can be deadly.
Stormy vs Finarin, damage:1d6 ⇒ 4 Finarin fort save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7--Wow, my rolls suck. Sorry buddy! Finarin strength damage:1d2 ⇒ 1
DC 13 concentration check if Finarin wants to cast a spell... but just move away first (sorry, though, difficult terrain is your only outlet, so can't 5ft step).
Swarmy goes for Amaranti, crawling up his legs and tearing at his skin with a thousand tiny mandibles.
Swarmy vs Amaranti, damage:1d6 ⇒ 6 Amaranti fort save:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Amaranti (barely) manages to shrug off the effects of the tiny things' poison.
Cyrus sees the ants and shivers a touch at the thought of the creepy crawly things. He moves into the trees and his heart sinks just a bit as the ants crawl all over Finarin. Moving, he pulls an acid flask out of his bandolier and throws it in front of him, knowing some of the splash may wash back to him, but determined to break up the swarm that covers his elven friend.
"I'm coming for you next Amaranti!"
Attack square directly north of me:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 for Acid Damage:1d6 ⇒ 6All adjacent squares take 1 acid damage, which would be Finarin and Cyrus, not sure if the "other" squares of ants take additional splash damage
Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images
Feeling his skin smoke and burn from the acid the young ninja just threw, but seeing the ants fall dead by the handful, Finarin moves swiftly to help Amaranti.
He tosses his Alchemical fire onto the square NE of Amaranti.
Gritting his teeth through the acidic burn, Finarin pays it forward with his alchemist's special brew - splashing Amaranti. Swarmy takes the brunt of the flames, however.
Figuring that his friends have the ants taken care of, Gunari moves over to take a look at the corpse. He wonders if there is anything that can be done for the poor soul (though he expects that it is an Aspis Agent, really).
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Miro, seeing that between Cyrus and Finarin they likely have things covered, hangs back. He prepares to come forward and heal those that are wounded when the last of the huge mounds of ants are dispatched. He would go to heal now, but he suspects they'll make a quicker meal out of a halfling than an Amaranti.
Gunari inspects the ant-covered corpse. It is hard to make any kind of determination with the body covered in so many insects. The warpriest determines that he died from poisoning, likely the same poison that seems to be slowing his companion, Finarin. A note is sticking out of his body, and Gunari reaches for it. So engrossed is he by the piece of paper, he doesn't notice that he's standing still. Several ants crawl into his armor and begin biting him mercilessly. Hours later, Gunari is still plagued by a strong itching sensation in his lower legs.
I have had enough of your games. Cheating at dice is one thing, but gambling away our
wages... that I will not forget. No more idle jobs for you. This time you go into the jungle with the others. Bring back the eggs or face my displeasure. I will not bother reporting to Zaril this time—if you fail I will let your fellow agents take care of you in whatever manner they see fit. And you will not see a bit of coin until the talisman is in my hands.
Miro has no desire to suffer from the insect bites that his warrior-friend seems to be having issues with, and so he dances from foot to foot a good distance back from the nibbling tiny monstrosities.
Next up: Amaranti, Kaisharga, Ibid.
Combat table:
Active Global Conditions:None.
Individual Conditions: Finarin -5 (-1 Str), Amaranti -7, Cyrus -1.
The old man quickly moves up to help, an alchemist's fire grasped and on the ready. Stopping a few paces south of Finarin, Ibid throws the volatile concoction onto the swarm, hoping its blast will miss the sizable garundi.
move action: step one square south of Finarin *token not yet moved*
standard action: throw alchemist's fire, targeting square north east of Amaranti
Male Human (Garundi), Summoner 10, HP: 93/93 | AC: 19[21] FF: 17[19] Touch: 13 | Saves: Fort: +11[+13] Ref: +9[+11] Will: +11[+13] | Perception: +2 SM +0| Init: +2 | CMB: +16 | CMD: 27 | Speed: 30 | Spells 1st: 6/6 2nd: 4/5 3rd: 2/4 4th: 1/1| Wand of MA 39/50(1) | Wand of IH 38 / 50 | Active conditions: heroism 200 min, greater invisibility 10 rounds
His legs crawling with ants, Amaranti runs away from the swarm, hoping that the fires will burn away all the little devils. In case more fire is needed, the Garundi dismisses his eidolon to be able to summon more fiery allies.
Ibid takes careful aim at Swarmy and hits the thing dead center, but also charrs his comrade. Unfortunately, it seems to have hurt Amaranti just as much as it hurt the swarm. Amaranti
Finarin fort save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6-- to save from the earlier poison. Finarin strength damage:1d2 ⇒ 2
Finarin, meanwhile seems to be struggling to fend off the effects of the time he was covered in ants. Welts begin to appear all over his skin, and he has the almost uncontrollable desire to scratch them for all he's worth.
The flaming fire ants then chase after the source of their greatest pain: the elf with the rising welts.
Finarin swarm damage:1d6 ⇒ 1 Finarin fort save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20-- to save from the new poison.
Perhaps building up an immunity, barely notices the pain of the bites and the extra poison has little effect.
Still aflame from Finarin and Ibid's alchemical grenades, enough ants burn up that the swarm is distinctly lacking in numbers and the remaining ants flee rather than face a fiery doom.
Finarin fort save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8-- Last save for the first poison. Finarin strength damage:1d2 ⇒ 2
Oh, Finarin, I am so sorry! I know it seems like I'm targeting you for special attention, but I'm really not. My dice seem to hate you as much as yours do!
Combat over!
Individual Conditions: Finarin -6 (-5 Str), Amaranti -7, Cyrus -1.
The Pathfinders conduct a thorough search of the area, being careful not to disturb any more ant mounds. Gunari is forced to remove his greaves that he might squash the two ants that are continually biting him. He considers complaining, but then looks over at the poor elf who is now so covered in weltering sores and blisters that a good amount of his vitality has left him.
The corpse can reveal little else. Jace, as the letter identifies him, definitely died from ant bites.
Being good adventurers, the companions loot Jace’s body (and the surrounding area) and find a rapier, a masterwork composite longbow, a potion of invisibility, a potion of cure moderate wounds, two oils of magic weapon, two sleep arrows, and two flasks of alchemist’s fire. Jace also has a rope of climbing strapped to his waste.
Finarin taking 10 can identify all of those, especially with Gunari doing a successful aid another even on the roll of a 1 and Ibid helping on the roll of 1 and 2 or above on his 2 dice.
Let me know what you do to finish up and when you're ready to move on!
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Miro makes it a point to grab a flask of the useful alchemist's fire, and makes a mental note to always have a flask on hand, just in case. He turns to Amaranti and Finarin sheepishly. "I can heal those welts, if you'd like."
When that is resolved, the halfling prepares to continue the journey.
Will cast CLW, if they so desire and/or don't want to burn wand charges.
Cyrus grimaces when he sees the elf in his reddened state.
"Sorry about the acid... I.." Cyrus cuts himself off, not sure what else to say.
Looks like if we make it through this we will be investing in some restoration magic...
Hoping to be helpful, Cyrus pulls out his wand of CLW and taps the elf, aiming for a spot that isn't covered by ant bites.
CLW on Finarin:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW on Finarin:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW on Amaranti:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
assuming I can just keep trying until I get it since we are out of combat, RE: UMD. We can save the potion of CMW until later, I suspect we will need it.
"Would anyone mind if I hang onto this magical rope and the invisibility potion?"Assuming that is ok Cyrus coils the rope and slides it over his head and one arm so it sits just above one of his crossed bandoliers. He moves some of items around so that the slots that the rope covers up on one of them are unoccupied. Then with a thought, while grasping one end, he wills the other end to coil and cinch so that it is secure on his body, not impeding any of his movements. Sliding the potion of invisibility into one of the open slots on his bandolier, he checks his belt, straps and gear to make sure he is ready to go.
After the rest of the team grabs the gear,"We have some ground to make up... best get moving." he says with a grim face.
Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images
So I am at -5 strength? Am I done with fort saves or do I still have more to go? I have a scroll of lesser restoration with 5 (Gunari help me out here, I used 2 PP for the scroll). So once I am no longer losing strength, or in danger of dying, I will burn through it to regain all my strength.
**** EDIT****
Quick rules search and it appears I need a UMD DC 21 to cast the spell (Paladin Spell 1), unless it is on someone spell list? I have a +5, is there anyone with a higher modifier, can I take 20, can I have someone aid me?
Only just now realized Amaranti was wearing a chain shirt! He’ll need to start rolling for arcane spell failure chance (20%) - unless I’m missing something?
Gunari (I'm sure!) helps Finarin out by reading out the prayers from the lesser restoration scroll
1d4 ⇒ 2-- Str -3 1d4 ⇒ 4 -- Str restored!
Woo! My dice love you again. Only 2 charges: best result possible.
Finarin: I'm afraid that can't be a paladin scroll unless it was unlocked via a chronicle.
PFS Guide To Organized Play, p24: All potions, scrolls, wands, and other consumables are made by clerics, druids, or wizards in Pathfinder Society Organized Play. The only exceptions are spells that are not on the cleric, druid, or wizard spell list.
On the plus side, a scroll with 5 of them still costs 2PP. It's just a 2nd level cleric spell on there for UMD purposes.
The group collects all the gear, and then sets off once more. Secretly, every Pathfinder hopes that the ants delayed the Aspis Consortium a lot more than the ants delayed them.
The floor of the ravine slopes downward slightly and the foliage overhead gradually thins. The ravine is wider here, and numerous boulders scattered throughout the area attest to steady erosion. Some of the boulders bear strange carvings and are even hewn into rough pillars, but they jut at odd angles out from the landscape and don’t seem to be a part of any surviving structure. Nestled in the shadow of two such pillars is a shallow pit scraped out of the earth by some massive creature’s claws. The nest contains several branches, the half-eaten body of a leather-clad humanoid, several broken shells, and a several large, intact eggs. In the trampled foliage near the nest lies the corpse of a massive, bipedal dinosaur, its tooth-lined maw agape and its hide pierced with dozens of crude javelins.
Ibid is able to tell everyone that the dinosaur here is actually a Tyrannosaurus, a terrifying creature that can track by scent alone. He can tell the Pathfinders something else that they likely know: they are extremely lucky that this one is dead.
Four lizard-like humanoids crouch in the center of the nest. Each is clasping one of only four remaining dinosaur eggs and look like they're about to crack them open to make a final meal of them. The corpse of what the companions assume to be an Aspis Consortium agent is partially consumed and lying discarded against the northern cliff wall. Clearly the eggs taste better than he did.
Gunari, despite trying to be stealthy upon approach, is making so much noise in his armor that all four lizardfolk (who also rolled astoundingly well) cock their heads, noticing the approaching Pathfinders. No surprise round! Everyone is aware.
As per usual, difficult terrain then improved cover beyond the beaten path. You can't move off the map going up or down due to the ravine walls. The canopy is more open here, so normal lighting conditions prevail.
Male NG Elf Magus 8 | HP: 57/57| AC: 22[21] (16[15] Tch, 16Fl) | CMB: +6, CMD: 22 | F: +9, R: +10[9], W: +8 | Init: +6 | Perc: +9, SM: +2 | Speed 30ft | Arcane Pool Point 8/9, GM Reroll: 1/1, Pearl of Power: 1/1 | Active conditions: Fatigued, Shaken, Haste; 5 images
Ok, so Snowball has a range of 25' + 5/2 levels so I am at a range of 35', so I move to 35' of Elaine
Here is a chance for redemption
Drawing his scimitar, imbuing it with magical energy, Finarin advances close, but not too close to the lizard men. Drawing upon his arcane powers, he send a small ball of packed snow hurtling towards the nearest Lizardman. The snowball grows in size and speed, reaching critical mass, just before exploding all over him.
Finarin's snowball smashes into Elaine's face, and she shakes off the snow. Her cold-blooded nature should mean she is slowed by the chills, but a hot rage wells from within her.
All four lizardfolk scream in unison. It is a horrifying sound, and much deeper than the screechy kobold wailing. Each of their scales reddens in hue, they appear to grow bigger and blood fills the whites of their eyes. -- Everyone recognizes that they are entering a rage state, very similar to what they have seen barbarians do.
George and Jerry hurl their javelins at Finarin.
Jerry Javelin vs Finarin, 35 ft (1 range penalty):1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 2 = 19 Jerry vs Finarin damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 George Javelin vs Finarin, 30 ft:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 George vs Finarin damage:1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Both hurled implements of death find their mark, smashing themselves into Finarin's thigh and shoulder respectively before falling to the ground. The devious reptilians then take up positions behind neighboring columns Granting them cover (full cover from the front).
With their friends having hurled their javelins, Elaine and Cosmo charge into combat. Elaine grips her morningstar in both hands and charges the elf who smashed her in the face with a snowball.
Cyrus sees the lizardfolk the same time the rest of the party does. He breaths a sigh of relief at the sight of the dead consortium group, even though he doesn't seem to count very many of them, but is caught up with worry as he sees the lizardfolk about to enjoy an egg breakfast during lunch hours.
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Miro almost launches into song, but the devastation wrought upon Finarin changes his mind. He hurries forward, drawing upon his arcane powers to attempt to heal some of the elf's terrible wounds. While going forward, he draws his short sword, wondering if he'll actually have a chance to use it this fight.
CLW:1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Move forward to behind Finarin, avoiding an AOO from Cosmo by moving diagonal first.
Cyrus sees the lizards charge forward, and changes his plans on the fly. Dropping his crossbow to the ground, he runs narrowly close to his companions, drawing his wakizashi. As soon as he gets close to Gunari, he taps him on the shoulder as he ducks into a slide. His feet leave two long trails of overturned dirt as the ninja rides his momentum low past the lizardman, popping up behind him.
Acrobatics to avoid AoO, DC+10 for moving full speed:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
Oof... if that isn't good enough, Cyrus' AC vs AoO is currently 25.
"Now Gunari!"
Cyrus pauses momentarily to allow the warpriest to step over, giving him the flanking bonus that makes his attacks so deadly.
The corpse of what the companions assume to be an Aspis Consortium agent is partially consumed and lying discarded against the northern cliff wall. Clearly the eggs taste better than he did.
Wishful thinking? Revenge for not reading Poog's enlargement post?
Lockwooded Miro.
Cyrus cannot avoid the attacks of the monstrous lizardman barbarian.
Cosmo, AoO:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Fortunately, though, the rogue is still able to roll with the blow so that it causes no damage. He then strikes a mighty slice across the back of its thighs with his wakizashi.
Male Human (Garundi), Summoner 10, HP: 93/93 | AC: 19[21] FF: 17[19] Touch: 13 | Saves: Fort: +11[+13] Ref: +9[+11] Will: +11[+13] | Perception: +2 SM +0| Init: +2 | CMB: +16 | CMD: 27 | Speed: 30 | Spells 1st: 6/6 2nd: 4/5 3rd: 2/4 4th: 1/1| Wand of MA 39/50(1) | Wand of IH 38 / 50 | Active conditions: heroism 200 min, greater invisibility 10 rounds
"Little ninja! Strike now, I distract lizard-man!" Amaranti offers, steps sideways slighty so the the raging lizardman is precisely between himself and Cyrus. From there, Amaranti 'distracts' the enemy in the best way he can - shoving his lance into the reptilian skull.
"Kaisharga! Go aid Finarin! Kill lizard-men! Hope you don't mind biting relatives, he-he! Lizards, like you, see..." the Garundi send out the message to his eidolon, who is closer to help the elf.
I'm no Gunari, but I hope his flank will suffice for Cyrus :)
"Were I mortal, and of reptilian blood, there'd be little family bonds between snakes and lizards. Oh, nevermind... I'll go and save your friend"
Keeping close to ground, Kaisharga slithers forwards, brushing slightly Miro's legs. Appearing next to the raging lizardman, the eidolon lashes out, it's teeth aimed at enemies legs.
Beset from all sides by competent combatants, Cosmo doesn't stand a chance. Amaranti pushes his lance through the lizardman's chest. Kaisharga nips at his heels, but is unable to upturn him. Finally, Gunari steps in and shoves his rapier through the reptile's throat. Cosmo bleeds out upon the muddy, mossy ground of the ravine.
Ibid steps along the trail, hoping to expose a firing angle against the only lizardfolk which is still standing nearby. Ibid's friends slice the raging lizardfolk apart as he finishes his movement, and draws back on the bow. Now the old man quickly fires an arrow, hoping to help bring down the creature.
could someone give me a Lockwood, 5-feet east of cyrus' current spot?
Cosmo had way more than that! He was left with 5! When the rage subsided, though... ew.
Ibid's arrow doesn't fly as true as usual. Fortunately, the lizard creature was still regaining her proper footing following her mad charge, so Ibid nevertheless manages to score a glancing hit across Elaine's brow.
OMFG! You guys let monsters make it to Round 2! Well, I guess you didn't have a surprise round so you can be forgiven.
Weaving an dance of mystical steel and arcane power, Lord Finarin Moonstep finds his form at last and slashes Elaine across the chest before finally beheading her in a shower of blood.
George leaves the safety of his cover to prey on this martial adonis who has felled the last female of their hunting pack. He too grips his weapon in two hands, and charges with the same reckless abandon that she did.
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Looking to safeguard the remaining eggs against the stupidity of the lizard creature, Miro casts another spell, sprinkling a bit of dust and rose petals in the air. A wave of drowsiness flows over the creature, the magic compelling it to lay down and sleep.
Cast sleep on Jerry, Will DC 15 or he takes a nap.
"Even better my friend, we all get our cuts in!" He laughs with the Garundi as the three of them mercilessly cut Cosmo down.
The mirth is short-lived, however.
Cyrus fights back a lump in his throat as he sees his elven brother cut down again. The inner rage he has kept down and in check since they first came out to the jungle flies out of him, unabated. His eyes burn and his voice cracks as he screams out at the viscous lizard.
"You'll pay for that wretch!"
Cyrus again employs the same trick that snuck him past Cosmo, even though he got a swing off. Running, sliding, and skidding he pops up in time to duck into the thicker trees on the edge of the path, pinning the wretched foe between himself and Kaisharga.
Acrobatics to avoid AoO, DC+10 for full move:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
In position again, he lashes out in frustration and anger.
"You won't see the next one coming!" He shouts before disappearing into thin air.
Took full 30' of movement to get into the difficult terrain and flanking, attack, then swift action for vanishing trick. AC vs AoO is 25, hopefully his AC sucks after charging. Oi.
The javelin throwing lizardman shrugs off the drowsiness, gritting his teeth menacingly at the spell-flinging halfling.
George AoO, power attack:1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 1 = 15
Failing to position himself properly, Cyrus nevertheless manages to avoid taking a hit from the off-balance George. Despite his superior positioning, the ninja is however unable to land a blow of his own.
Next up: Amaranti, Kaisharga, Ibid, Gunari, Finarin.
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Ha, well, saved you a nasty hit there anyway, Cyrus. :)
Looking to safeguard the remaining eggs against the stupidity of the lizard creature, Miro casts another spell, sprinkling a bit of dust and rose petals in the air. A wave of drowsiness flows over the creature, the magic compelling it to lay down and sleep.
Cast sleep on Jerry, Will DC 15 or he takes a nap.
Gunari moves past Ibid, and up to George. He is thinking he should get to Jerry quickly, but he's not very agile. He's going to save his spells for future fights... he is trying to learn not to go in with all barrels blasting every time.
Rapier Attack vs George (Divine Favor, PA) (#1):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 Rapier Attack vs George (Divine Favor, PA) (#2):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 Oh how the dice taunt me! They KNOW I don't have Keen yet! Damage on George:1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Male CG Halfling Bard 6 | HP 33/33 | AC 24 (15 Tch, 21 FF) | CMB +1, CMD 14 | F +7, R +10, W +8 | Init +7 | Perc +11, SM +12 | Speed 20 ft | [ooc| Inspire 16/18[/ooc] | Spells: 1st 5/5, 2nd 4/4 | Active Conditions: Short Sword shrunk
Gunari Maximoff wrote:
Miro Ammars wrote:
Looking to safeguard the remaining eggs against the stupidity of the lizard creature, Miro casts another spell, sprinkling a bit of dust and rose petals in the air. A wave of drowsiness flows over the creature, the magic compelling it to lay down and sleep.
Cast sleep on Jerry, Will DC 15 or he takes a nap.
Sleep is a full-round cast!
Damn damn damn. Bad part is that's not the first time that's been pointed out to me, either.
