The Destiny of the Queen (Inactive)

Game Master The Little King

Mikaiela only glances and watches as the group asks Lars for something, get something, and head to the storage room.

Silently shuffling over, she peered inside the storage room to see where the group was going.

They have a key! This could be interesting! Treasure? Or something better?

Mikaiela will be following the well group silently and stealthily. If I need to make Stealth checks, let me know, and I will.

I roll my eyes as I notice the growing group of followers.

Sorry for the delay, I'm working 3 12-hour shifts this weekend.

survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

I move over to the wall and look for moisture, even though I am not really sure what I am doing i figure that i can discover if something is wet.

Odd'n moves right up to the lip of the well and begins feeling around for moisture in the earthen floor; Hrm... how are we supposed to figure this out just by touching the dirt..

Survival: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 2 = 17 dang

Why are you doing +4-2? Your character info page says +3 for survival

+3 skills, +1 for heart of wilderness (add 1/2 your lvl to survival checks), -2 for being sickened (drunk). I could add all my modifiers to that skills list but I figure heart of wilderness will change over time and I'd rather not edit Odd'ns page so often

As they feel around on the ground, Odd'n and Garret find more than moisture, they find legs, mandibles, heads and eyes! Swarms of spiders overrun them and bite them all over. Two swarms in Odd'n's case...soz

Really? Really?? Didn't even notice spiderwebs with that 24 perception check earlier?

Having nothing useful to fight swarms of spiders I start slapping at them on me and then back peddle a full move action away from what seems to be the nest.

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 as I back peddle I look for any sort of lamp oil sitting in the basement.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 2 = 6
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 2 = 8

goodness me.. 5 damage and -3 to Str. Current HP: 9 Current Str: 15. LOL

edit: A bit pointless considering the rolls were so bad, but for future reference-- would I add +1 (from 'Harsh Training' class feature) to the above saving throw? For reference-- Harsh Training (2nd lvl unarmed fighter);+1 bonus on saving throws against effects that cause (blah blah blah).. temporary penalties to ability scores. Maybe it is obvious, but maybe poisons are different? I dunno. Educate me :)

@Garret: Nope! They're behind the cupboards...no amount of perception can give you x-ray vision...soz. And you're down 3 HP, even though you made the save. I'll give you a take ten for your perception check for thinking on your feet.

Though the miniscule spiders are unaffected by Garret's slaps, his retreat out of the swarm is effective long enough for him to locate a drum of lamp oil on the south wall of the cellar. Map Updated

@Odd'n: future reference, yes it would apply as this is certainly a temporary penalty.

The two swarms that have Odd'n in their grasp continue to bite him.
Swarm Damage x2: 1d6 ⇒ 41d6 ⇒ 3 STR dmg x2 vs new FORT saves: 1d2 ⇒ 21d2 ⇒ 1

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 9
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 15

Ok, Odd'n takes a further 7 damage and 2 points of Str dmg (-5 Str total)

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!" Odd'n shouts as the spiders crawl all over him. Slapping at the spiders, Odd'n turns towards Rory and moves to get away from the swarm-- his arms flailing in the air uselessly as he runs behind the man.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 2 = 7
Dmg: 1d3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 2 = 1

Poor guy..

Fwey--1214; @Odd'n: I probably should've tallied this earlier, but Odd'n is sobering up. He should be good to go in 16 minutes, so...not soon enough to do any good, unfortunately...

The swarm having lost Garret now attacks Rory. Swarm Dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Rory FORT save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 STR dmg: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Rory yelps and steps back, lighting a torch as he goes.

I move up to the oil barrel, knocking it on its side I aim it in the general direction of one of the swarms and give it the boot. Hopefully crushing a lot of the little buggers. "break that open and light it up as a last resort. Lars probably wouldn't like it if we sent all his stock up in flames."

Fwey--1215

Barrel Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 3

Barrel Damage (Spiders): 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Unfortunately the barrel rolls slowly enough for the spiders to avoid it's crushing force.

The swarms that were attacking Odd'n earlier find him and continue to attack him, laying him out. Swarm Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 61d6 ⇒ 6 STR damage vs. FORT save: 1d2 ⇒ 21d2 ⇒ 1 oooh 2 6's I'm so sorry...I'm also going to need a CON check for stabilization.

Odd'n is DEAD at -15 hp (con + 1/2 lvl [heart of wilderness]), currently he is at -10hp

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 12
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 8

Odd'n now has -6 Str; current Str ability is at 12 (from 18)

Con to Stabilize: 1d20 - 10 - 2 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) - 10 - 2 + 5 + 2 = 13

-10 for -10hp, -2 for sickness, +5 for heart of wilderness, +2 for con bonus; Odd'n stabilizes

Odd'ns vision begins to fade as the spiders crawl all over him as he huddles behind Rory. His skin burning from their bites, he crumples to the ground as he feels the last of his strength escape him.

Milani save me..

The swarm previously attacking Rory continues to do so. Swarm Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Rory Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 STR dmg: 1d2 ⇒ 2

Rory Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Suffering major damage and poisoning, Rory drops his torch and runs flailing out of the cellar. [dice=Torch "Attack"]1d20-1[/dice] Unfortunately, the torch falls to the east of Rory's attackers. Map Updated

So, here is my idea. I will need some more info on the barrel before I implement it. I would like to break open the barrel/remove the stopper from the barrel so that it will flow over the 10'x10' square I have highlighted in blue. I imagine it will not actually look that nice depending on how it needs to happen. I want to either kick the torch into the spiders and into the area that I am planning to have covered in oil on my way over too the barrel. Or splash some oil far enough that it gets onto where the torch currently is so that it all becomes a patch of fire. then on my next round I will go pull the unconscious Odd'n away from the area.

Mikaiela moved forward, and attempted to see if she could see the others for a start, now that she was off the ladder.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Regardless of whether she could or not, she stepped to the side, to avoid Rory's hasty and inattentive escape. Once he was climbing, she began moving forwards.

Stealth Check vs. Swarms (just in case, ignore if not needed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Her goal was to get in range. Once confident she was close enough, she began to move her mouth and speak something. No voice was present however, only total silence. As she spoke, she began to move her hands in a small pattern that was akin to merely steadying oneself from being put off balance.

She is invoking Secret Signs. To notice her casting her spell, assuming they see her to begin with (if they don't, ignore this roll), a Perception roll must beat her Sleight of Hand roll.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

After the motions were made, Mikaiela brought her arms to her sides and faced her palms to the ground. She'd needed a little time for the magic to take effect and create a Skeleton to distract the swarms and protect the fallen Odd'n.

Summon Monster I has a casting time of 1 Round. The Skeleton will spawn at the start of her next turn, and last for 3 Rounds, or until slain, whichever comes first. Your call, GM, if it will be on her Initiative, or its own.

@Garret: Here's my ruling: Acro check DC 15 to kick the torch without burning yourself and without using an action, DC 10 to take 1 pt of fire damage. Standard action to spill oil where you want it. Sound fair?

@Mikaiela: The spiders know where you are, and wouldn't react to your hand motions whether the spiders could sense them or not. As for the skeleton, it'll act with her initiative (makes things faster, and it makes more sense)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

I deftly flip the torch right into the middle of the spiders with my boot, and before they start moving away from it, rush around the spiders and begin dumping the oil from the barrel onto the moving carpet of legs hoping to drown them in oil and flame. Dropping the barrel onto the mass after I get a decent spread to crush even more spiders and so I don't catch on fire.

moving 30ft around the edges of the spiders to the barrel. I can't move my character due to posting from my phone.

It should be said that the two swarms on Odd'n are sharing the same square, I have it the way it is so that I can see all the icons. Also pouring out the oil and lifting and throwing the barrel would both be standard actions, so you only get to pour the oil this turn. If you want to do something different, let me know otherwise, here's what happens:

Garret uncorks the barrel and lets it flow into the area dousing the spiders which caused Rory to flee in the flammable liquid. Once the oil puddle reaches the torch, it goes up in flames causing 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6 fire damage to the spiders; and leaving the colored area aflame for 1d2 ⇒ 2 rounds. Unfortunately, the flame follows the flow back to the barrel causing it to explode and cause 1d4 ⇒ 3 force damage to Garret unless he makes a DC 13 REF save, in which case it deals half (rounding up).

The two swarms attacking Odd'n move on from the felled beast, and attack the one who started the flames. Swarm Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 51d6 ⇒ 2 Poison vs. Fort Save: 1d2 ⇒ 2

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

ref: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I take 3 force damage but am immune to the poison per your earlier post about poison. Did the spiders take any of the force damage from the exploding barrel?

As Odd'n is unconscious, but has stabilized, we would just skip his turn right?

The spiders weren't over there when it exploded. It happened pretty quickly. @Odd'n: ...oh...right...

The diminished swarm scurries away from the battle as best it can.

Assuming Mikaiela I holding her action, or still hiding.

I shake myself from my slight daze after having something explode so near to my ears and exam in my exposed burned flesh, looking around quickly for anymore spiders. Catching a glimpse of Odd'n slumped against the wall his boots dangerously close to the fire I sigh and think, I better rescue him. I move over and being careful with my injuries lift him up by grabbing under the armpits, back against my chest, and dragging his feet through the sand. I pull him away from the fire and around the cabinet, heading for the stairs.

Sorry about that, stuff came up over the last few days.

Mikaiela's Skeleton appeared suddenly. Out of a circle in the ground it appeared, and it appeared beside Odd'n as soon as Garret made his move to aid Odd'n.

At Mikaiela's requesting (albeit a silent vocalization only her Skeleton could understand), the Skeleton did not move or attack, or anything else, rather it sat in place and watched Garret tend to Odd'n.

If Garret was paying attention as he made for the stairs, he'd see a gleaming pair of glasses in the shadowy part of the hallway, as Mikaiela made no effort to continue hiding herself here.

*Cracks Knuckles*

An otherworldly crack opens up between Odd'n & Garret and the spiders as the obligate hero makes off with the injured warrior around the still-burning fire. A skeleton hand grabs a hold of the edge of the crack, pulling itself up and standing guard at the behest of its master. As its feet plant firmly in the ground the crack seals up beneath him.

The spiders from which Garret had just escaped, feel the change in the earth and attack the newcomer. Swarm Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 51d6 ⇒ 4 Poison vs. Fort Save: 1d2 ⇒ 1 Could you link me the stats on a summoned skeleton? I only have the bestiary monster...

The scared spiders disappear into a hole in the floor.

It looks like she just gets this one with the spell.

"I wonder what could be taking them so long." Bronan wonders aloud to Umaveti.

The spiders tear sinew from bone, and the skeletons bones fall, scattered over the floor.

Odd'n, lapping in and out of consciousness, feels himself being lugged up agInst the firm form of some stranger. Who else is here... he ponders as darkness engulfs him.

Forcing his eyes open, for no more than the briefest of moments, he catches sight of scruff on his saviour. I'll. . Never.. hear.... the end.. ovvv.... dissss.....

Garret gets +5 on the next asperger check

You're up Mikaiela

Apparently unnoticed by Garret, she'd see if she could get a quick check of the room for anything special before leaving.

Perception (to find valuable items): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Natch!

Assuming she saw something of value, she'd go and take it before fleeing up the ladder with the others.

Ignoring the glint of light and slight movement in the shadows, in favor of getting his and Odd'n's injured self out of the basement. Garret leaves the basement. As soon as he sees the bar keep, "What in the hells was that? Were you trying to get us killed? Sending us down their with no warning? Bronan, your help is required. I am no healer."

Bronan looks over Odd'n's crumpled form with a mixture of horror and impotence. "What in the nine hells happened? Uh, I can't honestly say that's my area of expertise either." He looks to Lars "Have you any healing draughts for sale by chance?"

Mikaiela sees nothing out in the open of value but she does see that the far three cupboards are outfitted with powerful locks. She makes it out of the cellar easily enough.

Combat over

Lars is flabbergasted at Garret's accost, "Get you killed? A bunch of strapping mercenaries like yourselves? You couldn't handle a few spiders? And what was that explosion I heard?" Seeing Tanwen get her holy symbol ready, he ignores Bronan's request.

Tanwen rushes to Odd'n's side and uses her rebuke death ability as much as she can.
RD: 1d4 ⇒ 31d4 ⇒ 41d4 ⇒ 21d4 ⇒ 1 Odd'n is at 0 hp; Tanwen can use this ability one more time today.

Seeing that she has only just brought him back from the brink, she casts cure light wounds twice. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 71d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Odd'n is at 13 hp; Tanwen can only use cantrips and channel (4/7) for the rest of the day.

Coughing up some bloody phlegm, O'ddn sits up wearily and spits off to the side. "Wha.. wha happen? Spiders.. my skin.. I feel.. weak.."

@tlgm-- how long will his str dmg last?

I slump back holding my own wounds, slightly annoyed that Tanwen didn't use any of her healing arts on me. "When I go looking for trouble I am prepared for it. When I go into a cellar attempting to find a new water source for a town, I am not expecting to get jumped by 6000 spiders. That explosion you heard was me decimating your spider problem. As for calling us mercenaries, I don't recall you ever discussing paying me for destroying 3 spider nests, just finding you a new water source. So how are you going to pay me?"

As I am talking I push myself to my feet and stalk towards the man menacingly.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17 Incase it adds any sort of bonus to my intimidate check, I really am contemplating killing this man and just taking what I was originally trying to purchase.

Noting the locks, Mikaiela intently sees if she can determine what type of locks they are.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

No related Knowledge skills, so falling back on Perception; I botched that roll too.

She'd pick them in due time. In due time, she'd pick them.

Mikaiela, once up the ladder and out of the cellar, shows up from seemingly out of nowhere (given her hiding earlier), moving to stand besides Garret, perhaps a bit too close for comfort with regards to prudishness values (after all, she is wearing the all-too-revealing rags she calls her "primary outfit"). Maybe it wasn't an issue? In any case, she simply smirked as she adjusted her glasses. Perhaps she knew more about what happened down there? Who knew? Her hands begin darting about soon enough, signing something to Lars once the glasses were fixed to her needs.

Following her comments, a pause and an innocent smile ensued. The smile quickly turned into a very sultry gaze that was directed at Lars, and was accompanied by more, less emphasized, sign language, in an attempt to beat Garret to any punch, metaphorical or literal.

@Odd'n: until you make a successful save, it seems. More to come, at work.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 17
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 2 + 1 = 13
Not sure if I needed one save or two.. but there they are! :)

Looking around, Odd'n scrunches his face at the bizarre hand dancing the new & unsettling black-clad woman was doing towards Lars.

His head aching and arms weak, Odd'n slowly stands up and leans against the wall. "Garr.. Garretttt.. thunkkk you fer sevving me." Unsure if Garret heard him, Odd'n listens as Garret finishes lambasting the shopkeep over his frivolous use of Garrets, Rorys and his own life.

"Youuu.. you mus' know dey thur. HOW NOT YOU!!???" Odd'n joins Garret in questioning the man-- albeit for different purposes. "You sen' us down.. down der.. no warning.. just.. just 'stay out of my stuff' you says. No.. you know spidur there.."

@Odd'n: I think it's safe to assume a near death experience would sober you up a bit, and you're no longer mortally wounded. @Garret: I totally forgot about your wounds, my bad.

RETCON: Tanwen only uses CLW once on Odd'n, leaving him at 7 hp. When she's finished with Odd'n, Tanwen turns her attention to Garret, using her cure spell once on him taking the previous roll, getting Garret up to 9 hp. The cleric then channels positive energy to heal them both. Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 6 This puts Odd'n back at 13, and Garret at 15. Tanwen's Channel: 3/7 for the day; other stats same as before the retcon.

"6,000 spiders?!" Lars answers, earnestly surprised, and a bit shaken by the archer's disposition and the big punch-drunk man's accusations, "I've only seen a few here or there, I had no idea I had such an infestation!" Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Mikaiela's signs, and only really understands that she didn't see any spiders down there. "And apparently, I don't! So, who owes who what, now, liar?"

Unfortunately for Mikaiela, Tanwen not only sees her signs, but also sees through her lies, "Oh keep it caged harlot!" Tanwen uncharacteristically shouts at the cook.
She then turns to Lars, "Don't take this schemer at her word, good innkeeper. She's lying through her...fingernails!" As proof she offers, "if they didn't encounter a great many spiders, then what type of bites would you say I've been healing for the past ten minutes?"

Rory chimes in as well, "Lars, they're right, there were at least 1500 spiders down there, they attacked me too. That's why I came up when I did." Rory has been healed completely by Tanwen's channel btw.

After this, Lars gives the young cook a stern look housing two different kinds of disappointment, and continues on as if he hadn't said the whole 'liar' bit. "If you really destroyed them all, I'm sure I owe you more than I can pay in gold." He thinks for a bit, before returning with, "I know, you and your friends will always be able to stay here at the common for free whenever you like. How does that sound?"

Bronan stands behind Garret, unsure whether he will need to hold the man back from violence, or back him up in a fight. He looks relieved when Lars relents. "I think it's about time we were on our way in any case." he says.

I stand and glower at Lars for a moment, and then I back down. "I know we are in a hurry to return our charge to his home. But perhaps we should take advantage of Lar's hospitality for one night so that Odd'n can recover some more. He is not looking very well at the moment. We can travel at speed tomorrow and still be back in town rather quickly."

Odd'n, as ashamed as his failure in combat as he is upset with Mikaielas (apparently) blatant lie, was in no mood to linger around the town.

If this 'honest' shopkeep is willing to accept the ludicrous lies that this woman spits after sending us to our damn near death.. who knows what will happen in the night..

Odd'n mulls over his thoughts and Garrets apparent concern for his health before piping in. "No.. lets go. This town.. we've been here for naught a day and I've lived and damn near died more than I have in all my life past."

Digging into his pockets Odd'n pulls out a few gems and varied coins and pours them between his palms as he directs his attention towards Lars. "I could use a little more rest and healing.. but I don't think this shopkeep is earnest enough to deserve our patronage. And who knows-- perhaps the healing elixirs this man offers are little more than oxen piss.." Odd'n pauses for a moment before quickly continuing, a dangerous edge rising in his voice; "Unless.. he is willing to offer us SOME manner of discount on his wares for the danger HE put us in.."

Odd'n pours the gems and coins back into his pocket as he advances on Lars, cracking his knuckles as he approaches.

Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Intimidate to make this guy give us/Odd'n a discount. Would be nice if it was Str instead of charisma but oh well.

Mikaiela could only see Tanwen's outburst, but heard none of the words associated. She did however issue a glare to her nonetheless. Seeing Odd'n moving in for what she only could assume was murderous intent, she snapped her fingers incredibly loud to draw attention if possible.

She wanted no part in the soon to occur warfare, and slid out of the Common to wait for the others to finish assaulting Lars and chase her down second. Assumptions are dangerous, no?

I let out a sigh,thinking to myself Looks like I will never get my way with this group.

Just wondering a few things, what time of day is it now that our misadventure is over, how far outside the city do I suspect we can make it with the time that we have before night fall, and am I relatively certain that I actually decimated the spiders in the cellar, or do I suspect they just retreated? I will roll any knowledge checks as applicable.

"If you think that's best, Garret." Bronan turns back to Lars. "you should be ashamed of yourself, nearly getting Odd'n there killed. What kind of house of horrors are you running under there?"

Lars raises his hands in defense. "Honest, gents, I really didn't know that would happen. You're welcome to a Potion of CLW just know that I only have a few for the whole town, and there's no healer on staff. That's the reason I didn't offer it before."

Lars signs awkwardly to Mikaiela before she leaves.

Odd'n lets out a resigned sigh and mutters under his breath, cursing the mans name in a small prayer to Milani before addressing him directly. "You should see to it that those you hire to run your establishment take a bit more care in their cleaning duties.", Odd'n lets his gaze follow Mikaiela out the door. "Perhaps it will prevent such an infestation from surprising you, or others, in the future.." Rolling his shoulders to release some of his pent up stress and anger, he casts a look to Garret then back to Lars, "I won't take what little healing you can offer.. not when others will be in need. If we are to be on our way, however, I better purchase some trail rations."

Almost as an afterthought, Odd'n digs into his bag and pulls out the now bruised remains of the cacti he had collected on their journey out. "I can perhaps offer this to barter as well. This is the cacti that poppy tears are harvested from. I.. I don't think I'll be using this myself, I've got naught but bad memories of the stuff, but perhaps someone in this town has some desire for it. Fresh, I could've collected perhaps five vials of the milk.. in it's current state I'm not to sure." Odd'ns tone lightens significantly as the conversation moves along, his child-like mind already discounting his near-death experience in the basement.