The oregon trail, how it came to be

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

"Ok." Finnegan groans. "New Plan. We must hurry to her. She could be under the priest's magic as the gnome was." Finnegan says urgently.

Anatoly looks consideringly at the priest, "Spells? Perhaps this explains sudden feeling of strong friendship that wash over me then fade. Why your magic not work on me, priest?

Isabella puts a gentle hand on the priest's shoulder and turns him to face her. "I think you'd better start running away now," she says, her tone earnest. "We'll delay her as best we can, won't we, Anatoly?"

Anatoly shakes his head, and his words come slowly and a little hesitant at first but gaining strength as he speaks, "I think I have nothing more to do with priest that try force me to like him. Da, I think perhaps lady gnome has, how you say, justified complaint with friend Priest." Anatoly takes a step back and away from the priest, turning to face him fully.

a man of the cloth, running from accusations of heresy. Preposterous! Let's see this harlot prove herself. the priest strides forward, brushing past anatoly, and giving a long glance into the bushes.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 ooo interesting.

Striding down the path, he stops a good stones throw from everyone.
Now that i am here, let's discuss this in a calm and collected manner.

The gnome steps off to the side of the german.
Collect this. she lifts her hands and a large bolt of Lightning connects her fingers to his body. The light flares up, filling the river area with a bright white light for a brief moment before etching itself into the backs of everyone's eyelids.

everyone can make a perception check, dc 20

see the discussion page about how i run combat

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Isabella shrieks with horror when she sees the Gnome Mage blast the priest with lightning...

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Fail. Haha.

Perception (DC 20): 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 2 = 22.
I imposed a -2 to perception due to orcish light sensitivity and lightning bolt.

Anatoly swears somthing russian and potent, wincing and flinching back from the brilliant white light.

percept: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

James screams a war cry as he jumps out and stabs his spear at Anatoly...

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Perception 1d20 ⇒ 10

round 1

His scream cut off from the loud thunderclap, James rushes out of the shrubs and rushes Anatoly, thrusting his spear out forward. the sharp tip deflects off of the stud in Anatoly's armor, and instead of receiving a deadly gut thrust, gets a slice along the armor.

At the Main camp, chaos erupts. Two of the river paddlers pull pistols from their hips and fires at Wilhelm...
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
1d8 ⇒ 8

One of the shots strikes true, piercing Wilhelms back armor and denting the front. A howl of rage fills Wilhelms voice; he spins on his heel and hurls a dagger that was at his belt at one of the men who shot at him before rushing the other.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Others within the group stand back and look around, wondering what on earth has just happened.

You dare strike me down with lightning?! a voice shouts loudly within the clearing. THose not engaged by a fist or bullet instead see the priest stand up, hair sticking out, smoke rising from his chest and shoulders, his shirt smoldering as it falls off of his back. Rolling his shoulders, he clenches his hands and rushes the gnome, swinging wildly.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

the gnome returns the favor in kind.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

ill have a map posted sometime today

PC turn

"Are you mental or what?" Isabella shouts at James as he attacks Anatoly.

The Elfmaid draws her sword, twirls it around James' spear and tries to force it out of his hand.

Attempt to disarm James. Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Ahh hell. I should be in my bedroll, dammit. Saul lifts his musket and loads, speaking to Finnegan as he works. Go see to Isabella, see if she needs help with whatever is happening down there.

Musket loaded, he steps towards the scuffling pair. He roars at them. "Back off priest! I don't care to shoot a member of the clergy, but if it comes to it, well I reckon I've done worse things in my life. You too miss. I don't know what has been going on here, but now as I've been stuck here in the middle of it, we'll settle it civilized like. That... or one of you'll get my fist in his gut and the other'n turned over my knee.

and...... time to roll a new character. lol

Finnegan looks at Saul, concern on his face. He sees the determined look of the Virginian and says, "Right then. Good luck!"

He runs past the priest and the gnome, towards Isabella. A knife in his hand, ready to strike. His eyes assessing the situation...

Will shakes his head as he grabs his rifle and brings it to his shoulder. "Who are we a killin?

Hold Attack until some one tells him or someone attacks him: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 12

pause for today. working on a new platform for the map. looks interesting to say the least.

here is a link to the map. it is not finished yet, but wanted to post it up here anyways.

Finnegan stops, waiting for a power greater than god to start the Earth's orbit spinning again. "So, this is what limbo must feel like?"

Sorry, couldn't resist :)

Also, wanted to point out that I intended to double move my last turn.

ok. game on

map link

deflecting Isabella's attempt at disarming him, James snaps his spear around and attempts to rap the butt of the spear against her head.
1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 2 - 4 = 9

unperturbed, he lashes out at anatoly with the business end, seeking to end the half-orcs life.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

In the camp, choas ensues. Rafters and slavers begin to battle against each other. Shots are fired, daggers are drawn and people begin to lunge at each other. Wilhelm begins to hammer at the two that drew on him.

The Priest simply smirks. I guess this will do
His cryptic remark leaves you guessing as he suddenly spins and lashes out at Finnegan as he runs past...
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
narrowly missing the rogue. oooo someone got lucky!!!

The Gnome sorceress cackles loudly and rushes up to the chained slaves, pulls the head back on one of them, and then bites at the neck.

have a good weekend. make sure you post your action before monday, or you may become the next victim

Cursing, Isabella tries to disarm her apparently insane travelling companion again. "Anatoly, HELP! Just - just try to knock him unconscious or something!"

Disarm attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Assuming I can use the reading action?

As James' spear flicks out at him, Anatoly swings his greatsword in a whirring arc. The blade sounds strange as it plows through the air sideways as Anatoly tries to deliver a non-lethal blow.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 4 = 18.
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 = 11.

With a grunt of pain as James' spear finds its mark, Anatoly slides forward and to his left trying to position James between himself and Isabella. He swings his blade again in an attempt to knock the other man unconscious.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 4 = 6.
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7.

James keeps his attention on Anatoly.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 111d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Assuming I can use the reading action?

As James' spear flicks out at him, Anatoly swings his greatsword in a whirring arc. The blade sounds strange as it plows through the air sideways as Anatoly tries to deliver a non-lethal blow.

Attack: 1d20+4-4.
Damage: 2cd6+4.

With a grunt of pain as James' spear finds its mark, Anatoly slides forward and to his left trying to position James between himself and Isabella. He swings his blade again in an attempt to knock the other man unconscious.

Attack: 1d20+4-4.
Damage: 2cd6+4.

UGH! *readied* .. not reading.

Finnegan sees the priest attack and he ducks out of the way, sidestepping out his reach. He then runs and tries to get between Isabella and James.

i.e. double move to flank James w/ Antoly. Get in between James and Isabella, if possible. First square of movement goes to Y40 to get out of range of the priest.

What the hell?!? Saul stares dumbfounded and horrified as the gnome starts biting into the slaves. But out of the corner of his eye, he sees the priest lash out at Finnigan. He brings the musket to his shoulder and levels it at the priest. Calling over his shoulder, he yells to the slavers or whoever will listen. "Someone stop her!!"

Breathing out evenly, he turned back to sighting down the priest - aiming for his leg. Well God...if you're listening.. you heard me warn him. If'n he's yours... well... forgive me for what I'm about to do..

His finger tightened on the trigger and squeezed.

1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 2 = 181d12 ⇒ 9 penalty for range.

After the shot rang out, he glanced back over his shoulder to see if anyone had heard his warning.

Nevermind the range penalty. My attack result is 20, 9 damage. I was on my phone, which won't load the map and was working from memory.

AOO vs isabella's disarm attempt
James snaps the butt of his spear at isabella's disarm attempt
1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 4 = 18 well, there's a crit
confirm crit: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 2 = 3 booo, guess not.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

aoo vs finnegan
The priest, seeing finnegan evade his first attempt at striking, and wanting to push past, swings again at the man.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
and misses horribly

round 2 summary
everyone is shrieking as the priest and gnome reveal their true selves. cackling madly, the gnome presses her lips on the open wound and begins to suck the blood from the slave.

Rafters and slavers both combat each other, each assuming that the other is in league with the creatures. Shots ring out, swords and dirks clash filling the night sky with steel ringing.
Wilhelm, bellowing loudly, grasps one of his attackers and hurls him bodily into the other.
Men of the Inish rally around me! he roars, overwhelming the din of battle
Some of the rafters congregate around him, forming a pocket of resistance to protect against the angry slavers.
Red-man takers! flock to me! a voice cries out. a moment later the slavers pull back from the rafters.
all save 2 slavers and the two rafters, who hold bared weapons and rushing their companions.
Kill them! both the unknown man and Wilhelm scream.
Moments later, several shots from pistols and thrown tomohawks and daggers pepper their bodies, dropping them in midstep.

Anatoly delivers a couple of well placed blows that bring the deranged James to the ground, leaving him unconscious, just as finnegan arrives to help protect isabella.

Saul takes aim at the priest, steadies himself, and then fires a shot, striking the priest in the torso.
Youll pay for that! the priest howls, launching himself at Saul.
1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 14
The priest throws a fist at sauls face, and saul, seeing the blow coming, easily avoids the shot.

round 3 go!

"Vampires," Isabella whispers, horrified, her face turning pale. The next moment, she shouts out loud: "Vampires! Living men and women, stop fighting each other! They're vampires!"

The Elfmaid draws her coat pistol one-handed. "Bring him, he's too heavy, I can't carry him!" she begs Anatoly, gesturing at James with her pistol. "Scouts, to me!" she shouts, waving her sword in the air. "Gather to me! Let's get out of here before the bastards push off with the boats!""

I sleep

Does James need to be stabilized?

no .. he is unconscious due to non-lethal damage .. he needs a nap.

Anatoly looks at Isabella as he sheathes his blade, "We have allies still fighting. These things not likely to let us leave." With a grunt of effort, Anatoly hoists James up off the ground, preparing to follow Isabella.

Surprised, Saul nonetheless ducks under the priest's wild swing. How is this guy not flat on his back?!? he wonders. His duck takes him further out of reach of the priest as he steps back and begins to reload, his eyes on the priest the whole while. "Now, now father. Aren't you supposed to turn the other cheek?"

5 ft step back, reload as standard action

v-v-v-VAMPIRES!!

Finnegan stops running when he sees James fall. As Antoly picks up James, he takes one look at Isabella and nods, "You lead the way. We will follow. Whatever happens, we will take it on together. Saul is battling the priest. He may need our help."

Finnegan waits to follow Isbella, prepared to attack the same enemy as her

"Bother it," Isabella says, visibly gritting her teeth. "Anyone see a wooden stake? If you spot one, grab it on the run!"

The Elf points her sword at the vampiric priest. "Get him!"
And she leads the charge.

'Please hear me and run away,' she thinks, her heart seeming to twist with misery.

Intimidate vs. priest: 1d20 ⇒ 9 to get him to go away. I'm assuming I'm still charmed.

Finnegan shrugs and follows Isabella, better her than some "vampire-gnome-undead-harlet-that-could-have-bitten-at-any-time-me-curse-my -luck" he thinks before he hunkers down to charge the mad priest.

Charge attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3

nothing today, had to work through lunch, thus lunch is cut short

I'm sure we all understand. See you tomorrow! ^^

That's ok. It puts off becoming a vampire for one day. Yay!

WIll looks at the priest and fires his rifle."Fargin Vampires?" He then drops the empty weapon and moves towards the Father drawing both of his long knives.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
damage: 1d12 ⇒ 11

well, a piece of wood is considered a stake, so sure. a pencil worked in "from dusk til dawn"

isabella, i will allow another save.

Turn the other cheek? Please. the priest mocks in a condescending tone, turning to meet williams charge head on, avoiding the blades and striking out with his fists.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
ooo, a crit fumble. allow me to add an element to the fun of combat, with this handy url. critical hits and fumbles
since i rolled a one, i now roll a d30.
1d30 ⇒ 4 a complete miss.

The priest throws a punch, but he mistimes the throw and punches only open air.

The gnome works her way on to another slave, bloating herself with blood.

Will save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"I can't," Isabella whimpers, eyes tearing up as the group approaches the priest. She twists aside from the others and throws herself at the Gnome, instead.

"Ho! Away with you, you oversized tick!" she roars. The instant she comes within range, she fires her pistol at the Gnome...

Ranged attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 for 1d4 ⇒ 3 damage. At least I'll have 10 ft. between me and it... for what good that'll do me. >_<;

My goodness, crit threat! Attack roll to confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14. Damage if successful: 1d4 ⇒ 2

she fires her pistol at the Gnome...

Ranged attack 1d20+4 for 1d4 damage. At least I'll have 10 ft. between me and it... for what good that'll do me. >_<;

My goodness, crit threat! Attack roll to confirm: 1d20+4. Damage if successful: 1d4

Pistols are 1d8 damage and x4 on a crit and have a 20 foot increment.

Coat pistol, unfortunately. ^^; Only thing I could afford.

Coat pistol, unfortunately. ^^; Only thing I could afford.

Ahhh, nvm. It is still a x3 multiplier, though.

In that case, third attack roll to confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 for 1d4 ⇒ 3 damage. ^^

Seeing Will engage the priest hand to hand, and the others rushing towards them, Saul tosses his musket lightly to the side and swings around, coming up behind. As he moves to flank the priest with Will, he draws a tomahawk from his belt. "Suit yourself then." He says lightly and attacks...

1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 221d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Let's dance padre!"

Attack 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22
Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Attack 2 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24 possible crit!
Confirm Crit 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Crit damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Finnegan catches up to Isabella and attacks the gnome, dodging around his opponent to stab her in the back. "Deceive me, will ya?"

Attack 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13
Damage 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5