The Armageddon Beasts (Inactive)

Game Master Zayne Iwatani

This'll be fun.

Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 291d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 271d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 321d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 201d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 301d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 341d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 291d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 341d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Yup, max duration. Have fun everybody!

Donovan says "Well, let's see this done, then." and rains down death.

non-rapid shot attack:

1d20 + 33 ⇒ (20) + 33 = 53 crit confirmation roll 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (8) + 33 = 41CRIT! for 4d8 + 72 + 5d6 ⇒ (3, 7, 2, 7) + 72 + (2, 1, 2, 1, 2) = 99 damage
1d20 + 28 ⇒ (20) + 28 = 48 crit confirmation roll 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (13) + 28 = 41CRIT! for 4d8 + 72 + 5d6 ⇒ (8, 3, 2, 2) + 72 + (6, 6, 1, 4, 6) = 110 damage
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33touch only
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31touch only

1d20 + 33 ⇒ (14) + 33 = 47 full hit
1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46 full hit
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40 full hit
(Gonna save those 5 bullets after seeing it's head explode from the first two shots through its eyes.)

How? Just how? Well...its definitely dead now. Pleasantly surprised they lasted that long. That was an 18, 19 and 20. so about a CR 21 or 22 with the situation. COMBAT OVER.

Who needs healing and how much?

Kyamba remains unable to do anything for as long as he remains trapped inside the bubble. At this point he has decided to sourly accept his fate. Rika, on the other hand, has started fluttering around to the rest of the group and seeing to their wounds. Unfortunately it seems that the Bandersnatches poison is beyond the capabilities of the poor Simulacrum, so Mortimer will just have to suffer through it.

All the quills are removed with no further damage
Mortimer, I'd give you a Neutralize Poison spell but Rika would need a nat 20 to beat the fort save. We'll just have to wait out the duration I guess.
If we have at least two minutes of down time I'll be back to full health.

I'm only down 26. But Mortimer is down like 100! He needs some serious healing.

Looks like Groff is down 35.

"Nasty buggers. " as he starts cleaning gore off his armor and weapon.

Not down now, but two quills stuck in me

I'm down around 80. But more importantly I'm confused right now. So this could get interesting.

The Simulacrum takes care of all of the quills with no issues.

Mortimer you get a Heal spell from Rika to bring you up to full (110 points). Also, it apparently ends your confusion right away. Problem solved.

Goff and Darnank: you both get a Cure Critical Wounds from Rika

Healing (Groff): 4d8 + 11 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 3) + 11 = 20
Healing (Darnak: 4d8 + 11 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 7) + 11 = 29

Ah, but she's going to have to reach me first. So there's at least 1 round that Mortimer will be potentially rampaging!

Behavior: 1d100 ⇒ 50

"Influxed corinthias radial tranturn moarebiskholigradurganishbahieliumrectsu!" As Rika heals Mortimer, he shakes his head and holds it with one hand. "Thank you Rika. I should have been more careful."

Good. Now let me out of the bubble.

Fizzy has the Fuzz cover his eyes while the quills are pulled

owowowowow

When it is done he flops onto his back and breathes heavily. The Fuzz takes a cloth and wets it and pats his brow.

So why did we do that? Never mind I think it is nap time. he and the Fuzz curl up and he is immediately snoring.

"Think we were set up. "

Donovan reloads and holsters his guns, keeping an eye out for more trouble while the others get healed. I. Hate. Fey. he says as he loads each bullet.

"Taken care of" chirps the Simulacrum.

Sorry, I read your previous post and retconned my statement. Must have crossed each other in the lobby :)

"Ah yes." Mortimer lowers Kyamba to the ground and releases his spell. "Well, all in all that could have gone far worse. I do wonder how they circumnavigated my spell..."

blew it. Should have taken shadow gambit not threatening illusion. Too late I assume?

"Thanks..." murmurs Kyamba. Once free he immediately moves to the carcasses of the three Bandersnatches and draws out a dagger, intent on harvesting them for their exotic ingredients.

I'd like to get some Quills, the Confounding Bandersnatch's poison gland, and a couple of good cuts of meat.

Afterwards he returns to the rest of the group. "Honestly, I'm more concerned with that" he says, pointing to the forest outside of Mortimer's spell that has been transformed into an alien landscape.

"If you wish I could ask the gods about it." Mortimer says casually.

Kyamba: I think with your expertise you can take whatever you want.

Quills: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Poison Gland: 1d100 ⇒ 72

Many of the Quills are damaged but you manage to get 6 of them and still coated in poison. The gland also comes out easily enough under your expert hands and you can get

1d4 ⇒ 2

2 viable doses of the poison. Oh and meat. Delicious Bandersnatch meat.

Hope you're all looking forward to Bandersnatch Kebabs and cocktails for dinner!

"Should we explore it? I mean we don't really have any other choice."

Fizzy wakes up around the time the butchering is done. He rolls onto his back and rubs his belly.

Refreshing. So I am thinking that I need to set up a fun image for you chef. And one for your Goff, and one for you two Darnak, and then of course a fun one for me.

each of you let me know what kind of image you would like created for you, to be a flanking buddy, and it will be programmed, and I will give you the command word to summon it

"If you wish I could ask the gods about it." Mortimer says casually.

Darnak looks to the wizard with slight amazement. ::The gods? Are ya serious? Well... I guess. It's not like we've anythin' better ta do at the moment but eat giant bugs. Might as well see if they want ta join us too. And you might as well give Torag a hello for me while you're at it, lad,:: he says jokingly and with a slight grin, truly unable to comprehend the magnitude of the wizard's abilities, yet, quite curious if he can actually accomplish such a task.

"Should we explore it? I mean we don't really have any other choice."

::I'm thinkin' we don't either, lad. There's no way we've been brought here just to eat.:: Darnak looks to the dead, oversized bugs and then back to Kyamba, shrugging.

"We were set up. Figure trouble will find us. "

"I wish I could pick which god, but I only get whichever one deigns to answer."

As he thinks over the situation Groff's words suddenly strike him with an idea. Kyamba draws out the card that caused this whole thing and checks to see if anything has changed.

The card still has the same cryptic message as before.

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I think it's still night right? We were only here an hour before we got attacked and we arrived at sundown.

Somewhat disappointed that his problem wasn't going to solve itself, Kyamba is forced to accept the reality of the situation:

"At any rate I think we should set up here until morning. I'm not too keen on going out into those woods at night, especially considering the local fauna." he points towards the still-warm corpses of the Bandersnatches. "At least here we've got a few solid walls and some familiar ground under our feet."

Anyone have any food? Fizzy says, while the Fuzz nods vigorously.

That is unless you want to do something silly like go searching through the woods at night...I mean I can see just fine...but Fuzzwiddle here prefers to rest.

"Yep, hole up here. Watches? "

"We can take them in shifts. Or we can let Rika do it, she doesn't really sleep anyways."

At this point Kyamba has begun recovering the meal that was spoiled by the sudden appearance of the Bandersnatches. Now, however, he has a handful of new ingredients that he is eager to put to the test:

Craft (Cook): 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (2) + 30 = 32

It takes only a few minutes to get everything cooked.

"Still, I can't shake this feeling we're forgetting something. I might end up doing some scouting later on, at the very least to make sure the scent of blood doesn't attract any more beasties."

Groff will eat some of the fare, but skip the drinks.

"Will take midwatch. " and he will hunker down in his armor and go to sleep (comfort armor, so he can sleep in it).

Fizzy eats more than his share as does he Fuzz, then he sleeps through the night

::I don't need a lot of sleep... or food for that matter but I'm gonna try a bit o' that bug.:: He reaches and grabs himself a kebab of bandersnatch, taking a testful bite. After several chews, ::Not bad. Well done, Chef.::

Fizzy sleeps invisible and the next morning will recast his expired buffs and also false life.

so who will be first watch?

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The Fuzz will take first watch. Perception +4, Scent and Lowlight vision. Hopefully someone has alarm, cause Fizzy is worthless on a watch.

I can take whichever watch you like, but my eyes aren't the best in utter darkness. I can also enshroud the camp with smoke I'll be able to see through for an extra layer of protection during my watch. Donovan offers.

He eats the meal with gusto, only trying a little of each dish as he has no need to eat, but wants to savor the flavors of the Chef's wonders.

::All I need is a couple of hours of rest; then I can watch the rest of the night.:: He sends his thoughts on it to the others.

Mortimer tentatively tries the bandersnatch, taking a modest portion when it turns out to be so good. As he slowly eats and watches are discussed, he finishes a bite and clears his throat. "I need a full night's rest to reprepare my spells."

Mortimer raises another bite to his mouth when there's a sharp clicking noise and the piece of food vanishes into thin air, followed by a mischievous laugh. Mortimer gives a small smile and shakes his head. "I'm afraid I will need another helping, for it appears Belbuz has taken to your cooking." With a pop a little red imp appears on Mortimers shoulder, greedily chewing the bite of bandersnatch. He says a few words in a harsh dialect before Mortimer flicks his nose. "We're amongst company, speak in common."

The devil chuckles, swallowing his bite. "Greetings fleshbags! So what has old Morty tricked you lot into doing? Experimenting with more outsiders maybe?"

1d10 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 false life

Fizzy makes a major image of a female imp pop out from else where and speak.

Well hello cutie! Wanna play? DC 28

Grof will take midwatch. He'll just need to be woken for it. He's got a decent perception and darkvision.

I'll take second watch and when I do I want to do a quick lap around the edge of the forest to see what I can see.

Perception: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38

Kyamba hands another of the kebabs to Mortimer as he himself tries out one of the cocktails. Only once finished with the drink does he reply to the Imp: "Experimenting with outsiders, like yourself? Would that make you one of his experiments."

Fizzy makes the impetus dance alluringly

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 dance

Mortimer Spellcraft: 1d20 + 38 ⇒ (11) + 38 = 49
Belbuz Spellcraft: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (12) + 27 = 39
Mortimer Will: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35
Belbuz Will: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

Mortimer chuckles in amusement as Belbuz looks at the female imp. "Not bad! If this is fake, than I don't want to be real!"

I guess it's me and the Fuzz for the first watch, then. What do you say, Master Fuzz, fancy a ride on a flying carpet? Donovan smiles as he addresses the fat varmit.

The Fuzz and Fizzy have an exchange

Both of them start giggling. Then the Fuzz waddles over and hugs Fizzy then waddles back and clambers on to the carpet, fluffs his scarf and strikes an important pose at the front of it.

So Donovan and Fizz first and are going to take a joyride around the camp then Kyamba and I assume Rika who are going to walk a little bit into the forest and then Groff and later Darnak?

How low are you guys flying?