The Clockwork Tower (Inactive)

Game Master DajellyMan

Zoggle Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Order:

1. Zoggle
2. Owlbear
3. Zern
4. Driana
5. Niah
6. Esther

sorry zoggle, I'm gonna puppet your first round here. Also... I couldn't find any of his info in his profile (no worries), so I'm gonna work with what I do know...

Zoggle takes a 5ft step and then fires a mighty blast from his musket at the owlbear's face...

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

damage: 1d12 ⇒ 10

... And scores a direct shot for 10 damage!

The Beast lets out a howl, take a step towards Esther and then swipes at he with his massive claws...

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
grapple: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
grapple: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

... And the owlbear misses with one of his attacks, but the next one connects and deals 5 damage to Esther, who is also snatched up by the magical beast's magical claw! Esther is now grappled.

Zern's eyes grow wide as he watches the situation unfold. He knows how disastrous an out of control owlbear can be... he reaches into his pack and grabs one of his many fireworks, aims at the owlbear, and then lights the fuse.

The firework explodes right near the bears face...

owlbear fort save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Esther, since you are grappled by the bear, would you please make a fort save as well

... but the creature manages to avert his eyes from the bright firework explosion.

Niah looks at the owlbear. And by look, I mean she gives him The Look... The owlbear catches her gaze and thinks to itself, in whatever capacity an owlbear can think, "that... that is so evil... that eye... is just... evil"...

owlbear will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

... but as scared of the witch's stare that it is... he does not seem to be too effected.

Ok, Driana and Esther are up, and then round 2

updated map

Realizing the reality of the situation, Driana smirked, the edges of her mouth peelin slightly open, revealing her rows of shark-like teeth. The festival had been entertaining, but now it had gotten FUN!

"Dont worry there lady, ive got this!" she yelled, before launching into a charge and a blood curdling roar.

Charge Attack using Power Attack, drawing Greatsword in the process.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 16

Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 6 + 3 = 11

Seems Driana is suffering from a bit of digestion fatigue, curse you chocolate bun! Hopefully I atleast hit with the grapple penalties and Evil Eye.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

i am just join to channel positive energy (excluding the Owlbear)

channel: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Esther you make your fort save.

Draina, you do actually hit for 11 damage. The creature has taken 21 so far...

Esther, it should also be noted the gnomish owlbear tamer was hit by your channel and is slowly picking himself up off the ground, and appears to be fumbling around in a pack.

yes i was the intent to try and "save" the gnome tamer.

It took me a minute... but I totally figured out what you were trying to do ;P crafty PCs...

So... owlbear has Esther grappled. Gnome guy is looking through a backpack for something. Round 2... FIGHT!

On the owlbear's turn, it will...

Attempt to maintain the grapple...

grapple check: 1d20 + 5 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 14 = 27

If sucessful, will bite at Esther with his owly beak...

attack roll: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 2 = 22
damage roll: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Niah bursts into a manic grin that threatens to split her face in two at the sight of the tiefling charging the owlbear. Her teeth parting, the laughter continues.

I love that Evil Eye stacks. It makes it so awesome.

Owlbear Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Lol... apparently the owlbear just isn't that scared of your evil eye ;P Too bad cackle makes his saves not mean much

So, owlbear is now at -2 AC and -2 attack following Niah's latest evil eyeing.

Ether looking really unconcerned and unworried for her safety even after the beak hits her.

Channel positive energy excluding Owlbear: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

Zern realizes this is serious and suddenly his feet spread out and get closer to the ground and he quickly yanks out a bottle and chugs it. Then he moves up next to the Owlbear and calls "I wonder how Owlbear tastes after some cooking!

Swift action assume Dragon Style, standard drink an extract of Shield AC 22 (come on miss Owlbear!), move action to move next to the Owlbear. Haha, that's some great tanking there Esther. You've got him just where you want him!

Oh man, for a moment there I thought you meant Evil Eye stacks in a different way (-4 AC fx) I was like "Waaaaat?"

Caught up in the fury and joy of battle, Driana pressed her attack. The creature was leaving itself open to easily get hit by her attacks, occupied as it were with the stranger it was viciously chewing on.

"Grraaawwwrrr!!!"

Power Attack Greatsword: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 1 = 17

Power Attack Bite: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 - 1 = 9

Damage Greatsword: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 + 3 = 15

Damage Bite: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

Driana rushes the magical, fantastical owlbear. She screams and swings with her sword and bites at it. Her bite is unable to pierce its fury flesh, but her sword finds a sweet spot and does 15 damage!

The owlbear has now taken 36 total damage, and the creature is bloodied.

I probably shouldn't have used to word 'stack' to describe it as it is misleading. bonuses/penalties from the same source do not stack when they are a bonus/penalty of the same type. But how awesome would it be if I could just give it an ever increasing -2 AC every turn?

Niah quiets down momentarily, close inspection shows that she is mouthing words quietly. She then looks back at the Owlbear grappling the Cleric and bursts into laughter once more.

Owlbear Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

K, owlbear is now evil eyed (again) for 1 round + x amount of cackles... -2 to ac, attack, and saving throws.

Niah, in the future, I think it would be beneficial to begin with the saving throw evil eye, that way its more likely your other ones stick around longer, letting you move or something ;P

So true, but its totally working, no?

Ok, let's say zoggle reloads and fire again...

zoggle attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
zoggle damage: 1d12 ⇒ 7

... And shoots him again for 7 damage, bringing the total damage to 43, with the creature severely wounded.

The owlbear will retain the grapple...

grapple: 1d20 + 14 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 5 - 2 = 33

And then throw Esther 10 ft away, sending he crashing to the ground...

esther, as an immediate action you can make a check to attempt to break free before you are thrown, grapple check it escape artist

nah, i will let him throw me away, like a ditched girlfriend :), you can roll your damage on me...

let him throw you away huh... Your motives are questionable...

The owlbear hurls Esther with all it's might, sending her crashing head first into the ground ten ft away with a severe thunk...

damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 4) + 4 = 14

Also you are prone

Also everyone but niah has a round 3 action

Seeing that the beast is wounded, Zern claws at the Owlbear, trying to bring it down. "Stay down you beast!" He growls at the beast.

Claw Attacks: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 (Crit conformation1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 nope!), Damage 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8.

Feeling rather upstaged by the madly cackling stranger, even if she didnt seem to contribute anything at all, Driana burst into a mad laughter of her own, sounding just a smidge more insane that fierce. "Whats her deal? Theres fight or flight woman, make up your mind!"

As the Bear thing chomped on its chew toy yet again, before sending the woman flying, Driana taunted it, oblivious to the fact that it didnt understand a word.

"Oi, looks like ya realized whos worthy of yer attention didnt ya, Featherbrain?! Aint noone ignorin Driana for long if they know whats good for em!"

Power Attack Greatsword: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 1 = 24

Power Attack Bite: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 - 1 = 14

Damage Greatsword: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 6 + 3 = 19

Damage Bite: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7

Not sure if I could get a flank so didnt include it in the attack rolls, but Driana will take a Five Foot Step to get the flank if possible (or failing that, take the Five Foot Step to start setting up a flank in a later round.

Alright one attack hits an does 8 damage. Driana also rushes in, sword gleaming, teeth flashing, and does another 26 damage... The creature lets out a final aaaaawooooo-hooo and then collapses.

At this point the gnome triumphantly pulls a wand out of his back.

aha! My owlbear charming wand!! Now time to tame the beast again... Oh dear ... WHAT DID YOU DO TO WALTER??... He better not be dead... My poor poor walter

With the collapse of the creature, Niah calms, a look of confusion on her face as if she only recently woke from sleep. She examines the surroundings and her eyes seem to light up with understanding. She begins chanting again.

The falcon swoops down from the sky and perches on her shoulder once more. She strokes the large bird's chest.

That was exciting, wasn't it?

Matthias ruffles his feathers in agreement.

Driana could be heard grumbling something under her breath, those with good ears catching what sounded like "Yeah ya better not be, Featherbrain, wastin good magic on ya is one thing, but wastin it on a corpse...oh boy, ya better not be dead there Featherbrain."

Jamming her sword into the grass field, she reaching a long nailed finger down towards the beast, fondling a necklace with the other hand, muttering more words. A glow so faint and brief, those watching had to question if it had even been there, lit up the space between her finger and the wounded beast.

She then proceeded to shove her hand into its mouth, waiting to feel the presence or absence of its warm breath.

Casting Stabilize on Featherbrain.

Aww, poor little owlbear... :P

Sorry for the absence guys. I'll get to posting my character ASAP.

no worries zoggle xD you messed up an owlbear prett bad with your musket, except you all may have killed it. And you maybe shouldn't have killed it. Buts it's probably ok.

EDIT* I changed my mind, after doing the math. so the owlbear is at I believe -30 hit points after Driana's attack... I would really like for him to be alive... but alas, that's a pretty big amount of fudging ;P poor Walter. We barely knew ya

You fail to stabilize him, as he is already very dead. The gnome is so upset that he forgets how angry he is that you killed his friend...

im sorry big W... I musta forgot to recast your charms... I swore I did but I must have forgot... I know you'd never hurt me no no it was all the strangers that scared ya I know I know shhhh shhh dream up babe. It'll be ok...

bright light emits from the gnome's hands as he lays them over the owlbear, tears running down his face, as he feebly attempts to cast cure magic... but to no avail.

While he is mourning after the bear, he notices a small dart sticking out of the owlbear's neck...

What... what's this? Did one of you... you murdering thugs poison him? couldn't face ol' Walter in a fair fight?

Channel positive Energy including the Owlbear: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

well that was an interesting show, glad i volunteered to be the assistant says esther with a smile

Seeing that the owlbear is dead ester kinds of feel sad also for the poor thing...

Driana scoffed at the Gnomes accusations, however when he suddenly accused her of using poison, of not fighting fair, she had to silence the little ingrate. Taking two quick steps forward, she lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up to hang eye to eye with herself.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Ya ungrateful little s%#%! Ya really think Id come here to fight yer Gods damned Featherhead!? I think ya should just be happy ya aint goin to be standin any trial for gettin someone killed! And yer welcome for that by the way! She started shaking him in anger.

"And ill be hearin no damned talk of poison and me in the same sentence ya hear?! Aint noone says that about Driana and lives! But im gonna give ya a chance to say "sorry" and "thank you", cuz this is a festival, not a battlefield, after all. She let the Gnome dump down upon the belly of the beast. Digging her heels into the ground, she placed her hands upon her hips, looking down expectantly at the Gnome with an angry glare.

Niah continues her rambling, but she looks lost in thought.

I didn't see anyone use any kind of dart or poison.

Niah inspects the dart and sense magic afoot.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 241d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Niah, the dart appears to have contained some sort of dispel magic... Maybe why it went beserk... Hmmm.... You all find significance with this fact.

Gonna assume the Gnome is so paralyzed with fear from my mighty 13 Intimidate, he doesnt do anything.

Driana spat on the ground at this new bit of information, retrieving her sword from where it stood. Holding it at the ready, she started to warily turn on the spot, scanning the area.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

"Well strangers, seems everythin just got a whole lot more interestin, and not in a good way. Way I see it, aint nothin but one reason why someone goes and makes a scene like this all sneaky like. Only question is, what was they doin they didnt want noone else noticin?"

Ester feeling really sorry for the owlbear will get on her knees and start praying for his eternal rest:

There is a city bright
Closed are its gates to pain
Nought that defileth, nought that defileth
Can ever enter in

Till in the snowy dress
Of Thy redeemed I stand
Faultless and stainless, faultless and stainless
Safe in that happy land.

The gnome stands silently as Esther prays. When she concludes, he will shed a final tear, and then ask niah for the dart.

The council will certainly want to see this... Yes... Why would someone want to cause such a ruckus... I don't understand... And where is Edarian the clockmaker... Strange days strange days...

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Around the market you see many exciting things... A tall man with a greatsword and a half-elf contact juggling sit under a tree, speaking loudly of certain doom. The half-elf speaks

I feel it Min, things are happening here. You see that owlbear go beserk? And remember all them fey raiding through the wood? Wonder what it is that would rile them all up... usually peaceful place... I thought clockwork Wiz was supposed to show up? Isn't that what that fairy told us back in... where.... wherever we were? That that guy is an ancient protector of the wood? Or something... bah

The half-elf goes back to his juggling and starts to sing a sad little song...

The large man examines his sword and says nothing...

You also see a Troll running around harassing people. A minotaur selling what he claims are magic horseshoes. Fairies flit about, attempting to pull your hair and cause mischief. An old crone stooped over a cauldron sells green apples. And so on and so forth... you all eventually make your way back through the wall to the town of Timber to find lodging for the night.

Many of the elder townsfolk talk about strange things in the wind... but all of it is cast off as superstition by most everyone. People say a shadow is creeping over the lands... but the people who say this... well... no one trusts anyone from in the fey wilds...

But to all of you, it is very obvious most people are a nit uneasy, and things are not quite as they should be...

Assuming it is bright outside.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 181d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

Niah decides it would be best to see what the ruckus is about and heads towards the Inn of the Lost Winds.

Let's go see the bard, Matt. I'm sure if nothing else we will get to hear interesting stories. Lost in thought for a moment, she looks back at Matthias. Bards really are great, aren't they?

Matthias once again nods in agreement.

Driana tried going back to enjoying herself, and for the most part succeded. However every time she would happen upon on of the others from the Owlbear incident, the reminder of the strangeness of the dispelling dart spoiled her mood "Somethins going on here and I dont like it."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Frustrated with her inability to locate anything that might give her a clue as to what was going on, she finally decided to fill her belly again, her second greatest passion (number one being fighting, number three, sleeping). Spotting the crone with her apples, Driana move to the cauldron.

"Well aint this a sight for sore eyes old woman, nothin better than a good green apple. They got that nice hardness to em, not soft and flimsy like the red ones...gets stuck in yer teeth it does."

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Esther will roam around the festival some more, she is enjoying herself very much at all the different stands she can see.

ok, I didn't foresee the festival being such a hit ;p I had originally just sorta had it as a device to introduce some plot... But seeing how well it is going (at least in my opinion), I'm down to have a bit more stall hopping before things really get going. Let me do a little bit if writing an thinking and well have some more interesting encounters with the strange people of the market... Also! Thank you all for bearing with me as I cobble together the campaign here ;p

Zern takes in all of the sites and ponders the Owlbear mystery. The actions of the other Tiefling both frighten and fascinate him. I remember having that fire, before the monks beat order and discipline into me. They said that they could protect me, but... Driana. What an interesting name.

Zern wanders around the festival, and eyes the old crone with her apples. He then sees Driana march up and ask for one and quickly heads in a different direction. He finds the Troll harrassing people and marches up to him. He pulls out a vial of a dark, bloody looking vial and stares at it for a moment, then glances over to Driana and downs it. "Hey, ogre! How about you pick on someone your own size! Or am I too large for you? Little goblin, how about a wrestling match?"

Zen's muscles bulge and his horns descend an inch as they grow larger. His brow thickens and his teeth become a little pointed. He growls at the Troll Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Niah:

Niah approaches the bard and his burly companion. The bard appears to be a cloaked half-elf with shortish black hair, emerald eyes, and a pale complexion. His companion is a tall muscular grey-eyed human with a scruffy beard and a buzzed haircut. He has a greatsword sheathed across his back.

As you approach, the bard sits down and pulls out an acoustic bass guitar, and then subsequently proceeds to slap some epic deathcore acid funk fuison bass line. The man busts out some bongo drums and lays down a solid beat.

You immediately recognize the half-elf as Oberst, former lead singer of Born of Asmodeus! The man is unknown to you.

Driana:

Approaching the crone, you see she appears unnaturally old. She is hooded by a dark black robe, and has wispy, snow white hair, and it is obvious one of her eyes is missing, as a wooden imitation stares blanky from her eye socket.

The old woman cackles:

Ah, my sweet, nothing like a green apple, eh? No, no, no, nobody likes those red ones... Green is so much better... won't you buy an innocent green apple from a kind old lady, my deary?

Esther:

You stumble out into an unexpected clearing devoid of any market stalls or tents. Instead, the little field contains what appears to be some sort of miniature race track. There are several small cages, and inside each one contains what appear to be different neon colored hedgehogs; green, orange, purple, pink, and blue.

An enormously fat little man, barely over three feet tall, sits on a stool near what seems to be an entry gate. He is finely dressed in a suit and tophat, monocle and all. He greets you as you approach:

Step up, folks! Get yer bets in, the next race is about to begin! Test your luck in the fantabulous extra amazing world renowned Timber Market Hedgehog Derby!!!

Zern:

The troll grunts in anger,

OOOOO? YOU ANGRY BRO? ANGRY? BRO? WHAT YOU GONNA DO BUDDY? HUH? YOU GOT PROBLEMS? PROBLEMS BRO?

Upon seeing you get all beefed up and whatnot, he immedietly changes his tune...

Woah, bro. I was just kidding man. It's just a game I didn't mean it, chill out...

He then attempts to quietly and cowardly slink away...

Yea, i'll go with pink !

Alright missy miss blondie! How much will yea have on ol' pinky? a copper? a silver? a million gold??? You get your money back if you come second, double your money if in first!

in order to help you make a living i'll go with 1 gold for the pretty in pink ! she said with a smile

The chubby little man pulls what appears to be some sort of clockwork pistol from his jacket (perhaps you have never seen a pistol before, but chances are you have heard of these rare weapons)...

With a loud bang, the race begins!

Oh my look at them hedge hogs go! It's a close one folks! They're neck and neck! Pink is pushing for the lead! But what's this? Orange is racing up the side! Orange passes pink! It's a photo finish!!!

You didn't win, but you did come in second, so you get your 1 gold back! Next race begins in 10 minutes!

That was fun.

i'll go to some other stand and buy some munchies for the Hedgehogs.

Niah squees.

Oh my god! Oberst!? I never though I would see you again after you quit the band! How have you been? Can you sing us a song?

Matthias fidgets excitedly on Niah's shoulder.

It seems Niah's obsessive habit of arcane chanting is suppressed in the presence of Oberst.

Perhaps if you bet on the blue hedgehog and then say "Gotta go fast!" at the beginning of the race he will win everytime?