The Eye of Eons (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

Grint and Chyro know how I feel about readied actions.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Wait...Grint AND Sabel just went down unconscious on the same round?

Erm...yes...
uber intimidate to be coming?

"Sabel! Grint!" With Sabel out of commission Lyssa steps inside her square and attacks the fear with two kicks.

Punch, FoB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Punch, FoB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Bleeding (On 1st hit only, and to continue at the start of every turn the fear takes): 1d4 ⇒ 2

For reference, because it's maybe a bit of a weird situation:
"You can't end your movement in the same square as another creature unless it is helpless." -CRB

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Dropping a level 2 spell to cast CMW on Grint.

CMW @ Grint: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 5) + 3 = 12

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I'm assuming 5ft step west.
Face your Fear
Sabel stabilizes.
Father Burdock quickly heals Grint for 12, bringing him back to the fight on 11. (prone)
Lyssa throws some blows at Fear, hitting once for 8 dmg.
*Wailing*[b]

Bold are up.

Elsa snarls, a guttural sound that sounds strange coming from her tiny frame I will destroy you! I will freeze your bones and crush them! Die!

Snowball: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 6) = 12 DC 17 or be staggered

Intimidate if GM is nice: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Grint grabs his sword and tries to attack the bat-thing that attacked him just now in a wild frenzy of defensive thrashing, more as if to scare it off than actually trying to hit him.

Attack, Greatsword, Prone: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 4 = 182d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

Grint strikes true for another 10 dmg, causing a shriek.
Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25, 12 dmg but no stagger.
The snow zombie version of Elsa's adoptive mother wails at the impact.
"No dear, i died at their hands already. No need to come after me."

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 4 = 8

GM... I can't run now, so I'll have to stand up, provoke AoOs on my turn then use a withdraw action to move away.

Indeed.

"Get next to me before you strike!", Burdock casting a spell of dwarven empowerment and holding the charge.

If you take a 5' step between Burdock and Fear, I'll tag you with the Bull's Strength for an extra +2 to damage and attack rolls for 3 minutes :)

@Burdock: Considering Grint will be running away on his turn, I assume that's meant for me? Please correct me if I'm wrong :S

@GM: I think you forgot to give the fear another 1d4 bleed damage at the start of his turn. Lyssa hit him with one of her previous attacks, giving him 2 bleed damage then. He should now bleed for 1d4 every time his turn starts.

Lyssa 5-foot steps to get within reach of both Burdock and the fear. She gives Burdock a moment to cast his spell on her before she throws two punches at the fear.

Punch, FoB, +2 Bull's Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17 Damage, +2 Bull's Strength: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10
Punch, FoB, +2 Bull's Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7 Damage, +2 Bull's Strength: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10

I did not forget, he bled the 2 on his turn, see map.

Face your Fear, round 4
Fear steps 5ft down and jabs at Grint for 6 dmg.
Then a strike is aimed at Lynnen, she screams in terror as it connects and makes a run for it to the other side of the hall, Fear ignores her, making a mocking cackling laugh.
Sabel
Father Burdock casts Bull strenght on the 1st recipent, Lysa in this case.
Lyssa comes closer and swings punches at Fear, but they are both dodged, albeit the 1st just barely.
Friendlies
Jenny sticks north.
Lynnen makes her way back.
Grint
Elsa
Minor Fears
Red(0)
Blue(0)

Bold are up.

You will bow before my will!

Snowball!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24Snowball???: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 6) = 14 DC 17 Fort or be staggered

@Lyssa: You're right; thought I put your name there, but I guess not; I wouldn't have it on Grint anyway due to needing to make the Spellcraft check to cast defensively

Grint stands up and runs away as far as his legs can carry him.

Take your AoO GM.

@GM: The 2 bleed damage was dealt the same moment Lyssa hit the fear with her kick. At the start of each of his turns he takes a new 1d4 roll bleed damage.

If you say so.
Grint gets hit and returns to snoozing.
Elsa hits square, Fear takes 12 damage but resists staggered.
The two minor fears return (on a few hp only) and one manages to touch Father Burdock for 3 damage & a minor debuff.

Face you Fear, round 5
Fear takes a 5ft step south, next to Elsa and lets out a chilling wail.
All within 30ft radius, DC 15 will or shaken, -4 penalty
Sabel
Father Burdock
Lyssa
Jenny & Lynnen
Grint
Elsa

Bold are up.

Will save: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 = 19

"That's not a Toragite way to fight!", the dwarf now fighting off the cruel fear. Seeing Grint go down hard, he moves next to him to try and stabilize the man, dropping his hammer to grab his wand.

CLW wand @ Grint: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Well, you're not dying at least Grint.

Nah I was at -11 Con out of 12. I had two Fort Saves to fail, luckily I didn't need to roll any of them. Stabilized at -9

Actually, when bleeding out, it's not a Fort save, it's a Con check, far worse :( And with the -11 against you, I think it would have been a Nat 20 needed to live!

Unless that's a GM house rule I was unaware of, then in which case, still good to hedge the bet :)

GM had a backup plan.

Is my name in OOC because I am also still snoozing? :O I assume I don't need to make a will save against shaken? :P

Yup.

Botting Lyssa's round.

Will: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 4 = 9, the wailing startles Lyssa.
She however 5ft steps SE to attack Fear.
Flurry 1: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 2 = 151d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Bleed: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Flurry 2: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 2 = 51d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Bleed: 1d4 ⇒ 3
It proves to be effective, as her blows miss.
Jenny sticks north
Lynnen: Will: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 4 = 7, she becomes shaken too.
She however, steps 5ft back and casts a spell. Elsa notices a faint veil of white enveloping her.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19

Elsa takes a step backwards and hurls a shard of ice Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Cold: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Now, what were you worrying about? :)
Elsa throws another spell at Fear, who recoils at it for a moment.

All see the minor fears fading and fly into Fear as two orbs of darkness, his bleeding stops and Fear takes a 5ft step back, panting.
He cackles and turns invisible.

Combat over.

From this point, anything he/she/it says is clear language to you all.

"Huhu....exquisite, the thrill of combat. You beat me, i must be getting rusty. You should fix up that bow wielding chap and the blonde elf. You can ask me anything afterwards."

Lynnen walks up to Sabel, CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Not too difficult to see Lynnen's crossed arms as stands speaking after the healing touch.

Can't hear anything I'm unconscious.

Wait what? Weren't that thing just attempting to kill us? Let's kill it first. Why are we out of combat?!

Its intention was to step down when near collapse. Which you made sure of. It challenged you to combat in exchange for some aid and you agreed. It's a sensible entity/person with some common sense in self-preservation. Weither you accept its current surrender and potential aid is up to you.

It probably was some sort of test. And here Grint lies dreaming about bats and all he thought he was going to have a talk with the man. Poor him. I'm fine with either talking or killing him to be honest, though Grint can't voice his opinion atm.

Ok, I just read back where he said beat me and I'll help you....I guess Elsa doesn't frost him into eternity now...but he did hurt Grint so...she still isn't happy.

Elsa snarls as frost drips from her hands...but she holds back as Father Burdock ministers to the fallen.

Sabel becomes conscious again and looks around confused.
"Wha...t?"

As everything goes back to normal (aside from his downed comrades). "Yeah, they're a plucky bunch, I'll give them that.", Burdock using his wand again to tend to wounds.

Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Grint CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

There, Grint is now at 24/25

Sabel CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Sabel CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Sabel CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Sabel's at 20/21

The dwarf raises an eyebrow at Lynnen as she heals, then scolds Sabel. "You get used to it, I think. She has a knack for... attracting attention."

"You ok lass Jenny?", he then asks the timid girl.

"Y-yes, th-th-thank you f-for ask-ing. Did we all s-s-see the s-same th-thing? I saw a tw-twist-ted owl-b-bear and c-cubs."

Fear's voice echoes softly within the hall.
"Huhu...sweet little miss, is tha how you see me? It differs with each individual. So, to the one who proposed a conversation.
Does ser dwarf see...wait, you don't currently,...why i prefer to reside within obscurity?"

Enough! Elsa shouts Enough games! Tell us what you must.

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

Before we end your miserable existence...

Burdock is surprised by Elsa's outburst. "Yes, I can understand, although testing us like that was unnecessary. I'm not here to see if I can give rites to anyone, by someone else's hand or by ours if I can help it.", Burdock quickly eyeing the ice sorceress before continuing. "You said that you know about the Vault... and even proposed helping us beyond information?"

"She's a fiesty one, the conjuress, i like that. But no conjuress, more accurately my existance has been made miserable."

A quiet......
"I am cursed, cursed, crafted to be nothing but a viewer's worst fear or nightmare. I've been in this place for about a year, making progress losing my own horrors, until a certain woman came by and took me from my cell. Darned woman....operates on people...leaves them bound to guard places. She wears a nurse outfit, on orders of 'The Father'. Some nasty nutjob leading a group more nutjobbed than all the loonies put together.

"As for the vault, that's exactly where they took me from. *insane chuckling* "Back where you came from is a double door and there should be a staircase near a wall, look carefully. The ones who are guarding the entrance to The Vault are pockets of those nutjobs, but beware, within the Vault's individual cells there's an anti-magic field. I could not what i could just now. It's a big circular area with many cells, northmost is the one you want, the one with the saddest of us all."

There's a disgusting *shlick*, and a lifelike eye made of glass comes rolling towards you. "Press this onto 'ANYTHING' living, even those who cannot see, they'll see me in their minds and be paralysed with fear if their will is weak. But it'll take time between uses. But since it's part of me, it will function not outside of this building, since i am bound to this place, as long as she lives. The corridor in the back of the hall leads to an office i'm warded from. Believe you me, killing the nutjobs at work here and you're liberating this place....and yourselves."

"How does this eye function within the magic field?" Lyssa asks curiously. "The way you described it sounds like it's a magic item."

"My own magic didn't, HERS makes this possible."

"I see," Lyssa replies as she turns toward the others.

"I don't want to hog all the special items," she tells them. "One of you should take it."

Jenny comes standing next to Elsa and looks at Lynnen, then at the rest.

"S-s-someth-ing's odd. She 'didn't' un-un-underst-and common befo-fo-fore. But prior to th-the fight with th-this weird f-fear thing, she unders-s-stood miss Elsa."

The redhead stands with her arms crossed.

Exhausted from the fight Burdock heals her. She smiles and thanks him.
"That was really welcome!"
Still coming back to her senses she lets the others handle the talking. Near the end of the discussion Sabel turns to Lynnen.

Lynnen has her arms slightly crossed, with her face ever neutral.

During the talking she waves one hand gesturing.
You notice her pendant is a circle with a finger pointing at a star.

T10 on the Kn Religion

"Findeladlara, right?", Burdock referencing the pendant. "Torag's favorite of the elven pantheon; we respect craftsmanship in all its forms."

By saying that, Father Burdock does catch Lynnen's attention as she subconsciously takes the pendant in her fingers.

A raising brow and slight nod hints she's pleased with the acknowledgement of her deity.

Man's scoring a point here.

Can still T10 on that for a 18. Smart dwarf is smart.

"As a dwarf, I can respect the values of tradition and improving something to make it better than to just scrap it and start anew, although I think that's as much as I would expect from the mistress of the brush."

He waits for any other reactions, ending with, "Well, that's a long way to say thanks for taking care of Sabel; glad I don't have to deal with any more dead than she can summon!", chuckling at his attempt at humor.

At Lyssa's request for the eyeball, Burdock feels uneasy. "I'll handle... it, if no else wants it. Especially if magic isn't going to work over there, I'll have to wall the line for the others.", the dwarf eying Jenny, Elsa, and the pair of elves.

Whoops, forgot to heal myself and Jenny.

"Here you go, lass.", Burdock taking his wand to heal the cold burn on the stuttering girl before turning it on himself.

CLW wand @ Jenny: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW wand @ Self: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Wish I could roll like that more often... but we should both be topped off now.

He mentioned the 'individual' cells, not the Vault as a whole.
Lol, confusing the elf with the redhead as well, but i know what you mean.

Elsa has pretty much exhausted her magic for the day...so she will be relegated to intimidate checks anyways.