The Avalon Chronicles

Game Master lynora

Tybalt Baneko wrote:

1d20+11

Woo! I love being Irish! When its my turn. (Probly soon) ice wall between the bugs and the team.

you are using your thing as if you were a high-tier water bender... You are making the class seem useless.

I get two useful things. One of which wouldn't work here. Just let me have this moment. ;)

David.De'Foul wrote:

1d20+8 while the creatures had indead revealed themselves as asked they were doing so threateningly, he lights himself on fire casts a flurry of magic missels at them both take 3d4+4 2d4+3 damage one for one one for the other and then tries to catch the both of them in a gout of ice 5ft steeping in any way he can to make it easier the blast is a 40 ft cone and the reflex save DC is 40 at the moment damage delt is 20d6+1 I also enjoy being Irish.

??? okay... I'm lost... didn't the DM call for Initiative...?

the first roll was my Initive

"They're kinda plain." He says with a bit of distaste for the food as they become less and less realistic.

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1. I rolled higher and you still went ahead. 2. We need to wait for other people first. 3. It was Tybs that 'revealed' them. They were just scary on their own. :)

I believe he meant... shouldn't we wait to see what all the initiative counts are before acting.

Tyrrin's Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

As soon as the snake tracks manifested themselves, Tyrrin had cast Mirror Image on herself, though her continued struggles with the snow and slippery conditions make her slow to react otherwise.

Images: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Really? I can't tell. Hm..."
she eats another one, then spits it out violently.
"EW."
she pauses for a moment.
"Well, that's the most useful you've been all day. Madness says not to think about it."

Feeling nit-picky right: Tybalt revealed the creatures. The cretures did not reveal themselves.

Dave, explain how you're casting a spell and using what looks like a breath weapon please. And the rest of the group is between them too, so it's either get them and your friends or get just one.Also, the whole initiative thing Tybalt said.


Oneiro:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

if someone else's actions somehow make mine invalid, I will edit, like say for example someone actually manage to kill one, but otherwise, if Dave is already decently buffed, or if there is no time for buffs this is the opening round combat for him as a default edit: the spell is quickened, all my magic missels are quickened.

He tries to eat them while looking at the people walking past doing their thing. The taste of salt happens again instead of bland nothing.
"Cool it works." He says which immediately returns his attention and the bland taste to the chips.
He makes a kind of frustrated face. "This is hard." :/

she's already eating them again.
"What is hard?"

"Not thinking about it. Cause if I don't think about it then I don't get to really taste it but if I do then it tastes bad. I have to think about not thinking and then doing that I think about it again." He sigh-huffs frustratedly. This consists of a swift exhalation through his nostrils and a shaking settling down against the wall they stand next to. "What's happening now Mr.Sam?"

The Marilith speaks a few arcane words in Abyssal and a wall of whirling blades springs up blocking off the other demons and would be heroes from Yrrin and the fiend Quickened Blade Barrier

"There, now we have some privacy."

And with that she lashes out with her full array of attacks vs the noble warrior.

Well Grim what do you see on this "door"? or should I just touch it to see if it opens

Lang puts his hand out ready to touch the blue glow

Pretty much just waiting until someone touches the glowy blue 'door'. Currently Lang, Grim, and Ignace are all standing in front of it and Pyra is still working her way towards it.

Ginni wrote:

Melody Waverider wrote:

Ginni? Would you consider me a friend? I mean I barely know you and...well...I really didn't have a good first impression about your boyfriend, Ace. He kinda...I don't know, please don't take that the wrong way, and he seems to have changed since then. Its just the way he acted when we first met

"You're a new friend," Ginni said with an encouraging smile. "We're still getting to know each other."

She giggled. "A lot of people think of Ace that way at first, that he's arrogant. And he is. It's a coping mechanism because he was so scared and lonely after he lost his family I think. He doesn't mean anything by it. And he's also kind and thoughtful and loyal to the people he cares about."

You already know more about me than almost everyone in this school. maybe I shared too much.

after a bit I, wonder if this Miss Jones is coming, you sent that other kid to get her right? melody is starting feel a bit nervous.

maybe I'm trying too hard, But I want more friends, Vai is a great friend. now Ginni, this girls night thing might be good. I wonder if I should be ready to sing or something, I have a few songs I would like to try out

"Indeed she did," Miss Jones said in her usual crisp, businesslike tone as she entered the room. Her suit and blouse were perfectly pressed, not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere, and of a conservative cut designed to cover without flattering. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and she peered through a pair of downright unattractive glasses. In spite of all of that she was still obviously very beautiful. "I am Miss Jones, the enchantment teacher," she added waiting expectantly for Melody to introduce herself.

The Marilith speaks a few arcane words in Abyssal and a wall of whirling blades springs up blocking off the other demons and would be heroes from Yrrin and the fiend Quickened Blade Barrier

"There, now we have some privacy."

And with that she lashes out with her full array of attacks vs the noble warrior.

** spoiler omitted **

Every attack bounces off his shield of holy energy or his (champion enhanced) reflexes catch them

"Pitiful" Yrrin says as he defends himself, attempting to psychologically intimidate the creature

AC was 54, but gets +4 from Righteous and +4 from Fei... so its 62

Edit: the first blow slips through his defenses and causes a minor wound on his already horrifically bloody body

The crit will hit regardless, so you take just that, correct?

What's your full AC currently. I have you at 42, but its obviously quite higher

Tyrrin searches her long elven memory for anything that could be of use here... she knows she has heard of these creatures...

Knowledge (Arcana) 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (10) + 25 = 35

The crit will hit regardless, so you take just that, correct?

What's your full AC currently. I have you at 42, but its obviously quite higher

Posted above 33 from armor and skill, +9 from smite, +8 from channel into shield, +4 from fei +4 from righteous

33 + 9 + 8 + 4 + 4 = 58

sorry 58 currently... haven't activated my other +4 just yet

As he reveals the bug like creatures he is quick to act. A massive wall made entirely of ice rises up between the group and the insects. It is around a hundred feet wide and fifty or so feet tall. The shapes of both creatures are visible through the blue sheen of the ice.
While casting it his semantic component looks as if he was conducting a band to a massive cretiendo with both arms rising quickly. The verbal component is in the language of catfolk and translates to "You will not get near them!"
making this a full round action so its a little less op for a spell like. :)

Seeing its companion smashed into flinders which are then pureed by the wall of spinning blades, one of the two Vrolikai snatches Phaezeriel up.

Grapple: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (16) + 30 = 46.

Having successfully grappled the small demon, the Vrolikai lifts into the air with a powerful stroke of its wings, its companion joining it.

The unencumbered Vrolikai aims itself at a high window in the warehouse smashing through it and some of the surrounding wall. The Vrolikai holding Phaezeriel follows it through the new 'door'. All three demons vanish through the still-open portal to the Abyss.

Seeing its companion smashed into flinders which are then pureed by the wall of spinning blades, one of the two Vrolikai snatches Phaezeriel up.

Grapple: 1d20+30.

Having successfully grappled the small demon, the Vrolikai lifts into the air with a powerful stroke of its wings, its companion joining it.

The unencumbered Vrolikai aims itself at a high window in the warehouse smashing through it and some of the surrounding wall. The Vrolikai holding Phaezeriel follows it through the new 'door'. All three demons vanish through the still-open portal to the Abyss.

"GO AFTER HIM!" Yrrin bellows, "I have this one!"

Fei's body is instantly limned in silver-white fire as he hurls himself into the sky after the demons. He flies through the hole in the wall, spotting Vai as she clears the rooftops.

"They took Phaezeriel through the portal!" he yells to her across the din of clashing blades below him. "I think I can steal him back before they get too far!"

The young monk then concentrates once more on Phaezeriel, tuning out everything else...

Autohypnosis Check, 'Taking 10' via Unshakable Calm: 10 + 50 = 60

His arms go wide, and he disappears, his Champion aura fading from his allies here....

...And reappears on top the Vrolikai that had grabbed Phaezeriel. He closes his arms like a vise, attempting to wrestle his friend away from his captor...

Assuming that wee dramatic trick works... ;)

Grapple check, utilizing Stone Oni Stance: 1d20 + 43 ⇒ (12) + 43 = 55

[EDIT]: That should do it. Fingers crossed.... (^-^)

"Indeed she did," Miss Jones said in her usual crisp, businesslike tone as she entered the room. Her suit and blouse were perfectly pressed, not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere, and of a conservative cut designed to cover without flattering. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and she peered through a pair of downright unattractive glasses. In spite of all of that she was still obviously very beautiful. "I am Miss Jones, the enchantment teacher," she added waiting expectantly for Melody to introduce herself.

almost instinctively Melody stands, upon hearing Miss Jones announce herself.

Hi, Miss Jones?, having never met her before Melody seems a bit unsure how to address her nor how she should conduct herself in Miss Jones' presence.

I'm Melody...Melody Waverider. I don't know much abot enchanment stuff, and I usually don't buy into all that "magic" stuff, but Ginni here says you can help.

Melody sits back down. (unless Miss Jones indicates she remain standing)

if there is anyone with Miss Jones Melody will indicate that they leave, only Ginni and Miss Jones will be in the room before Melody will proceed

unless Grim or Ignace stop him...

this doorway may be keyed to a bender's ki so only certain people can open it.

Lang will touch the blue glowing door

When he sees Lang reach for the door, grim shouts "wait, lets touch the door together, Ignance, you too!" if Lang reaches anyway he try's to time his touch to be I'm sink with his own hand

Knowledge Arcana 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (7) + 32 = 39

Through his helmet, Ghalens voice comes out tinny and amplified, declaring these creatures as Remorhaz, and gives everyone the necessary tactical information. He judges which one will reach the group first, lifts the rifle to his shoulder, and fires. Three bolts of intense red light lance out to the creature.

1d20 + 28 ⇒ (4) + 28 = 32 for 6d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 6, 2, 4, 5) = 19
1d20 + 23 ⇒ (1) + 23 = 24 for 6d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 6, 4, 3, 2) = 26
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25 for 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 5, 6, 1) = 20
Lasers are usually considered heat/fire damage; I'll leave it to you DB3.

When he sees Lang reach for the door, grim shouts "wait, lets touch the door together, Ignance, you too!" if Lang reaches anyway he try's to time his touch to be I'm sink with his own hand

Lang will wait to ensure we all touch together.

Dave bites off the breath attack he was about to make "immune to fire eh? Just means no one's tried hard enough" he casts the previously mentioned quickened magic missels and begins to glow, waves of heat coming off of him and a white hot ball of fire blasts one of them in the face clipping the other if possible casting searing fireball

Vai catches what Fei says, slightly horrified at the thought... but Phaezeriel had come to her Hell and freed her. She would do no less than the same. She would go into Hell or the Abyss or wherever else these fiends planned on dragging her friend!

The large dragon focuses for a moment and vanishes, appearing in eye-level with the portal (and thus able to see Fei, Phaezeriel, and the other hostiles).

There is a battle roar that echoes through the town, and Vai blinks through the portal to the other side of the fiend that Fei was grappling. Her powerful coiled muscles unleash a furious assault on Phaezeriel's captor, teeth gnashing, claws tearing, tail smashing and one wing buffeting.

Total Physical Damage if all are hits (no way to overcome DR): 259
Electricity Damage (assuming no resistance): 6

"They are not simply Remorahz! Something is strange here, they are almost never seen in pairs! Be careful!" Tyrrin decides that their method of appearance and the fact that there was two of them warranted a different tactic than pure offense. She begins to intone the words of a spell, her eight images making the same motions as she does.

Casting Dispel Magic targetted at one of the Remorahz (whichever isn't the focus of the other's attacks). Caster Level check: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

David.De'Foul wrote:

Dave bites off the breath attack he was about to make "immune to fire eh? Just means no one's tried hard enough" he casts the previously mentioned quickened magic missels and begins to glow, waves of heat coming off of him and a white hot ball of fire blasts one of them in the face clipping the other if possible casting searing fireball

you cannot have spell perfection without 3 meta magic feats. No magic missiles.

woah ninja, go see discussion, anyway fireball deals searing fireball: 16d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 2, 4, 3, 4, 1, 6, 5, 1, 6, 3, 6, 3, 5, 5, 3) + 11 = 72 DC 28 reflex save for half.

Jeran waits, letting the creatures come towards him, preparing to put himself in between them and his teammates.

Holding his action, prepared to attack any remorhaz that gets through the ice wall.

Fei successfully tangles the flight of the fiend, and the three tumble the short distance to the stinking miasma that this level of the Abyss uses for ground. Vai plummets in, a whirlwind of slashing, tearing, and buffeting, pieces of the demon falling away from her furious assault. The demon seems tougher than it should be, its flesh resisting Vai's efforts to some extent.

Vai, unless I misread the feat, you do not give up attacks for using dimensional dervish. You have one wing buffet left. After which I will post Phaezeriel's actions.

As Lang, Grim, and Ignace touch the blue portion of the wall, they are enveloped in a blue glow. The room seems to fade away around them and when it clears again they are in a very different location.

They are standing on a large platform with a huge flame inside an enormous metal bowl in the center. The edge of the platform was enclosed with windows that gave an unfettered view all around....at a large city most of the buildings of which appeared to be made of crystal...

::Sorchan!:: Pyra's mental voice was frantic. ::I've lost the children! They went through some kind of magical door before I could get there and now the door has disappeared....oh gods...I have no idea where they are!::

"Woah... Where are we"ignance's mom is probably having a panic attack right about now...

Lang stands there for a moment looking all around.

this is incredible. as he steps back away from the edge a couple of steps.

he looks to Ignace I promised you the sun. well I wonder, is this it?

Lang glances at the flame in the center bowl. making sure to avoid contact with it.

"Woah... Where are we"ignance's mom is probably having a panic attack right about now...

Lang snaps out of his wonderment when Grim brings this up

Oh crap... we better find a way back!

Lang begins to look around for something that mey get them back... maybe another glowing door.

perception search: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (1) + 26 = 27

Grim Jr. wrote:

"Woah... Where are we"ignance's mom is probably having a panic attack right about now...

Lang snaps out of his wonderment when Grim brings this up

Oh crap... we better find a way back!

Lang begins to look around for something that mey get them back... maybe another glowing door.

[dice=perception search]1d20+26

those were thoughts, I thought we do italics (ha autocorrected to doghnut licks) for thoughts around here

Lang Fei wrote:

Grim Jr. wrote:

"Woah... Where are we"ignance's mom is probably having a panic attack right about now...

Lang snaps out of his wonderment when Grim brings this up

Oh crap... we better find a way back!

Lang begins to look around for something that mey get them back... maybe another glowing door.

[dice=perception search]1d20+26

those were thoughts, I thought we do italics (ha autocorrected to doghnut licks) for thoughts around here

Dang you are right, my bad I am sorry about that. ...its an Avatar thing? ... no? ... or lang comes to the same conclusion almost at the same time (or right after so grim can take credit for thinking of it forst)

you could have seen the look on my face?

Frustrated and emtoonal as he is, Ehos still cares greatly for his demonic friend. He begins to use the only magic he can, dancing his way to the Abyss. A passionate, violent dance.

Inspire Courage for +4 more morale to attack/damage.

"AH HA! Perhaps I have found a chink in the armor of the mighty, righteous paladin? I know of your father, as do many in my domain" The fiend chuckles.

"You make threats I do not believe you can carry out."

"Then you believe wrong!" Yrrin shouts and slams a shining ball of holy energy into his sword.

Devine Bond: Giving Holy & Axiomatic

reposting because of post slide

Voice of Awesomeness wrote:

"AH HA! Perhaps I have found a chink in the armor of the mighty, righteous paladin? I know of your father, as do many in my domain" The fiend chuckles.

"You make threats I do not believe you can carry out."

"Then you believe wrong!" Yrrin shouts and slams a shining ball of holy energy into his sword.

Devine Bond: Giving Holy & Axiomatic

reposting because of post slide

that was move action, Swift action, ending my bleed, free action reactivating my bleed for a +8 to AC, standard action, cure moderate wounds empowered (3d8+15) maximized (24+15=39)

With a burst of light Yrrin heals himself, awaiting the moves of the demoness

Current AC= 62

"Not thinking about it. Cause if I don't think about it then I don't get to really taste it but if I do then it tastes bad. I have to think about not thinking and then doing that I think about it again." He sigh-huffs frustratedly. This consists of a swift exhalation through his nostrils and a shaking settling down against the wall they stand next to. "What's happening now Mr.Sam?"

"Well, suffice to say, some crazy ass shit, that's for sure," Tryko'Sam said while 'peering off' in the direction of Kuros. He did appear to maintain perception well in both locations, or something. "Looks like some more disappearing moves, and, ah- one team whoa- Dragon just teleported twice in a row. Awesome. Uh, the fight's split up into two groups, so, just looking at it now, no fires, some bleeding and glowing knight or something is squaring off against the lady snake many armed thing. He seems to be bleeding pretty badly, though. Might need a healer- huh, wall of metal blades just appeared. Crazy shit."

He glanced quickly behind him to the front doors, then back again towards Kuros.

"I can't tell if this will be a win, but, seems kind of even right now. Is this common?"

Tryko'Sam stood there dressed in his normal clothing, yet this time, he had boots on, no laces in case those cute squirrels tried their antics again.

Ignace was still watching out the windows when she shrieked.

"Lang, those cars are flying! Not hovering, flying! Those aren't shuttles either! I don't think we're on Agartha anymore!" she said getting a bit panicky, the air around her heating up as she became more distressed.

"You seem to know a lot about this. Do you think they'll be OK?"
He asks curiously. It didn't really affect him but its nice to know that people wouldn't be killed.
I haven't decided yet but I think Jabbey is n/n with n/g tendencies.