[AP] The Shackled City Adventure Path by GM Rutseg (Inactive)

Game Master Balacertar

GM, my understanding is that only one of the hobgoblins is blind from Maxim's shot and the other and myself are Dazzled?

Ruben blinks hard as stars and motes of light suddenly dance before his eyes.

He tries to shake them away before stepping up and thrusting St the other hobgoblin.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 - 1 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 8

Round 11

Marigold swallows hard as Ruben suddenly moves to the southern door and Maxim creeps closer, readying his firearm. Kikinnin, JJ, and Ryan had their own problems to deal with; it would be up to the rest of them to deal with whatever comes through that door. With a pang, she realizes that her morningstar still lies on the floor back by the table so she instead draws her tiny dagger and moves to offer Ruben some backup.

"મને રક્ષણ Yondalla, Pelor મને તાકાત આપી..." she whispers, eyes wide.

Marigold draw her weapon and move up behind Ruben, then cast Guidance on herself. She doesn't know about the flare cartridge either :)

Round 12

Fort (DC 15): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 To save the GM a little time.

As soon as the southern door bursts open and before Marigold even has a chance to react, the world suddenly explodes in a burst of light and stars as she hears Maxim's firearm discharge. Even with her eyes watering, she bravely staggers forward and attempts to stick the only standing foe that she can discern.

Attack (Dagger; Inspire Courage, Bless, Guidance, Dazzled): 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 8
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 + 1 = 3

Holding the line, JJ is somewhat rattled by the strength of hte goblin he fights. Still he feels his heritage call to him.

JJ is of the line of Surabar. He is the Last of the line of Surabar - the pure line anyway. And the line of Surabar will not fail this day, at least, he hopes not.

round n-1
attack1: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 23
attack2: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 13

Once again the sword of his famous ancestor tastes goblin blood.

damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

round n; against goblin in black or the bugbear if the goblin falls/fell the round before
attack1: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 27
crit?: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 26
attack2: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 9
damage: 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + 2 = 14

This time the sword slides all the way into his opponent. JJ wiggles it around, a little surprised to see it come out the back of the goblin.

"Get out from under my town."

Indeed, you are right Ruben, my fault. I will take it as the blinded one was the one to fall, as that was making certain the crit and we have to retcon less

Kikinnin answers with a mighty axe cut on the bugbear's left arm!

Dazzled by the flash, Ruben and Marigold attacks hit the door frame instead of the hobgoblin.

JJ continues moving his swords in a ferocious attack, one of them drops the hobgoblin to the floor, while in a following wave he stabs his Surabar sword in Kazhun's back, hitting just on one lung. The bugbear shrieks in pain and turns towards the odd hobgoblin.

Morningstar-AP (2-handed): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 1 = 9
B/P damage+AP: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 3 = 12
Under the pressure of Kikinnin's and JJ's combined attack, Kazhun fails to swap targets and hit JJ.

The last southern standing hobgoblin attacks the warrior that dropped his companion.
Longsword (cover): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Slashing damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
The hobgoblin's longsword hits the door failing to find Ruben.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear), Inspire courage r14 (+1 hit/damage)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly damaged
Brown hobgoblin: 1 damage, dazzled r13
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp, inspiring word r13 (+2 hit/saves/skills, not stacking with bless)
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20, blind r13
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 90 min
JJ: 20/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Marigold: dazzled r13
Round 13: Marigold, JJ, Ruben, Maxim (x2), Kikinnin, Ryan (x2), Goblinoids

Marigold, get back! Ruben shouts, using the halfling's real name for the first time.

He moves across and tries his best to put himself between the hobgoblin and the cleric.

1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 10

With a clearer view of the assailant, Ruben once again thrusts low, hoping to open the thing's belly.

JJ steps forward to allow more allies to help fight the massive bugbear. Well, not as massive as the dwarf but...

"We have them on the run.." he yells, forgetting in the heat of battle that Marigold can't understand.

His twin swords again lash out, knowing now that he has the bugbears attention and if he doesn't kill it fast, that morning star will be the end of him.

attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 11
attack2: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 16

AGain it is his offhand blade doing the damgae. The creature can't parry both, and it licks out, giving another light wound. Or does that hardy dwarven armor catch it - its hard to tell in the hellish light of hte forge.

damage?: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Round 12

As Rueben and then Marigold rush forward as the door is opened, Maxim curses as he pulls the trigger;

"Hell's Teeth! Told the darned pair of you to Hold the bloody line! Told 'em!!!"

The fuming gun-mage, holsters his equally fuming sidearm Move Action and moves toward the fray drawing forth his knife in the process Move Action

Round 13

With his two companions engaging the hobgoblins, Maxim can do little save wait for an opportunity to engage the enemy.

"Miss Montejay! - bring our guests in why don't you! We've some mighty fine hospitality awaiting!"

The wizard stands poised, knife readied in hand...

Ryan steps forward as JJ continues his dance around the bugbear, hoping to give ugly something else to dodge. "ware your steps Master Surabar, those on the floor sleep only."

heavy mace: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 6 (-.-)
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

yet little bothers the bugbear in Ryan's attack in fact his whiff comes nearer to hitting JJ than it does the bugbear.

heavy mace: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

yet his second swing is much more on spot, connecting solidly.

Round 13

Kikinnin leans off-balance a moment, hitting the wall with a clank, before centering himself, and trying again to trade blows with the bugbear. He second guesses the direction of the bugbear's leaning, and he watches for his blade to go wide. Again.

MW Dwarven Greataxe: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 15 for 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 damage

Round 13

Although she can't understand what Ruben or Maxim are saying, Marigold does recognize the sound of her own name and realizes that they're wanting her to do something - but what? She shakes her head frantically, trying to indicate that she doesn't understand. And with the stars mercifully beginning to fade from her vision, she tries again to stick the lone hobgoblin squaring off against Ruben and herself.

Attack (Dagger; Inspire Courage, Bless): 1d20 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d3 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 1 = 2

Ruben cuts through the hobgoblin's belly causing a large gash while Maxim readies his dagger and Marigold distracts the creature with her attacks.

JJ finds Kazhun fine dwarven armo with his attacks, deflected once and again, same as Ryan's ones, even when the last one hit with the mace comes with a lot of strength.

Even the reckless Kikinnin finds the bugbear's armor impassable.

Without bodering on the enemies surrounding him, Kazhun launches another attack over JJ.
Morningstar-AP (2-handed): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
B/P damage+AP: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 3 = 13
The morningstar breaks through the young man's armor, the metallic heat crushing horribly multiple ribs and perforating his left lung. Not even Ryan's shield is able to save him this time.

The last hobgoblin attacks Marigold, but the blade is deflected by the halfling's new armor.
Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Slashing damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear), Inspire courage r14 (+1 hit/damage)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly damaged
Brown hobgoblin: 11 damage
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp, inspiring word r13 (+2 hit/saves/skills, not stacking with bless)
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 90 min
JJ: 7/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 14: Marigold, JJ, Ruben, Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

"Arrghhhhhh" is the cry from JJ.

It is one of pain, fear and rage.

Knowing his last moments may be upon him, he steps further forward, willingto risk the goblins surrounding him for the tactical advantage it offers against the bugbear.

attack,bless,inspire, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 22
off hand attack,bless,inspire, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 18

His swords spin together cutting into the bugbear in a whirl of slashing frenzy.

damage, inspire: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
off hand damage, inspire: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

Ryan continue to step with JJ in the dance with the bugbear, trying to be position to protect both him and Kikinnin at the same time. Yet pressing his own attack again...

H Mace: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 18
damage?: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Yet the dwarven armor deflects his attack once again.

"Perhaps you should use that armor when we peel it off of him later, Kikinnin. It' very well made." Ryan says in admiration of the armor, tinged with frustration at trying to land a damaging hit against it.."Although we might have to disinfect it for about a week"

Round 14

As Ryan speaks words, drawing Kikinnin's attention to the bugbear's armor, hatred bubbles forth, throwing the dwarf's swing off. Again.

MW Dwarven Greataxe: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 13 for 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 damage

Well... it's not a 3...

Round 14

Frustrated that Marigold cannot understand him, the gun-mage shifts forward and attempts to pull her from the melee;

Reposition Combat Maneuver? vs Marigold's CMD?? - trying to pull her 5ft backward...: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Darn. Abject failure... Actions: Move (MA) + attempted Combat Manoeuver (MA)

She can't bloody understand me! Ruben shouts over his shoulder to Maxim. Just like all the other women in my life! he jokes.

Well Hell, why not? If this hobgoblin was going to take him down better he die with a smile on his face. And he was going to make sure, just like in the advice he gave JJ, that this hobber would never forget him.

He slashes his blade vertically upward toward the thing's groin.

Attack, AS: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 11

JJ sends a couple of good blade attacks at the bugbear, the first one just finding an opening in the armor for less than an inch. But the skin of the bugbear seems also quite tough and the deflected blade arrives too wake to pierce through.

Ryan and Kikinnin make their best to keep the fight against Kazhun as well, but both mace and axe find the armor frustratingly impregnable.

While Maxim fails to drag Marigold out of the danger, Ruben connects another hit on the hobgoblin's belly, finishing him off and finally freeing the southern flank.

The effects of Ruben's heroic inspiration come to an end.

The dwarven woman, now free of the shackles, moves towards the cowering halfling, keys at hand.

Kazhun, furious at the annoying creatures surrounding him, sends another powerful blow at the most injured one, JJ.
Morningstar-AP (2-handed): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 1 = 15
B/P damage+AP: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14
But the young man is ready against the heavy morningstar and dodges the spiky metallic head.

Confident of his prowess and not tactically brilliant, the creature does nothing to get out of flank.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly damaged
Brown hobgoblin: 22 damage, unconscious, dying
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 90 min
JJ: 7/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 15: Marigold (x2), JJ, Ruben, Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

Seeing JJ take the heavy hit and the bugbear try to press that advantage, Ryan presents the symbol of his faith upon his shield, "Grant us protection and healing in this time if need."

1d3 ⇒ 2hp for all good guys within 30' + 1AC for 1 round

"Maxim's spell should be coming to an end soon, we need to wrap this up guys."

Round 15

The black-beard's blood begins to boil in frustration. He loses track of JJ, the hulking creature blocking his sight. In desperation, he keeps up his assault, hoping some degree of pain leveled against the bugbear, any pain, will keep its attention on him, not the boy or the priest.

MW Dwarven Greataxe: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 16 for 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damage

"HOLD STILL, YOU BLOODY THING!! I'M DONE, I TELL YOU!! SICK AND BLOODY TIRED OF SWINGING MY AXE!! LAY DOWN AND DIE, DAMN YOU!!"

Round 14

As Maxim attempts to bodily pull her backwards Marigold instinctively resists being moved, having not expected the dwarf to grab hold of her. But now that she can clearly see the frustration on his face, it occurs to her that he wants or needs her to move. That and the swing of the hoboblin's sword that passes over her head is all the incentive she needs. With a squeak of fear, she withdraws from the melee just as Ruben finishes the creature off.

"માફ કરશો, માફ કરશો!"

Withdrawing from combat; moving the full 20 feet back.

Round 15

With things quiet on the southern front for the moment, Marigold moves back further so she can see what's happening around the corner. She gapes with amazement to see that the enormous creature is still standing despite having JJ, Ryan, and Kikinnin surrounding it. Knowing she needs to leave room open for Ruben to move in if need be, she hangs back and reaches out to offer a small bit of guidance to the clearly-frustrated Kikinnin.

Move to current position; casting Guidance on Kikinnin. Is Marigold in range of the two sleeping enemies? If so, she might just decide to get stab-happy next round...

Round 15

As Marigold breaks from the combat, after resisting Maxim's attempt to shift her, the gun-mage scowls;

From the goddamn sublime to the ridiculous... Little Miss is impossible to work out...

Ruben then drops the last foe allowing their southern most front to be freed up.

Maxim moves to his shoulder, patting him on the back as he does;

"Nice work LaChance..."

He nods his head toward the door;

"If memory serves that should be the dining room beyond... then through the throne room and we'll be round on the flank of that din..."

Flashing a hard smile, the gun-mage gestures back toward the grande-melee still raging as he walks onward:

"Care for a stroll?"

Move (Move Action) and Perception Check as he enters M29: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

JJ continues his attack on the bugbear, irritated by the creatures resistance to his blades.

"Suuurraaaabarrrr!"

attack, inspire, bless, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 15
off hand attack, inspire, bless, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 12

The blow from the bugbear however has weakened him considerably and his swordwork slows down.

"This guy is really tough.. " he mutters.

"Maybe Uncle Alek should have come."

Seeing the multiple wounds of JJ, Ryan raises his holy symbol and channels positive energy, healing him and creating a sacred protection about those fighting against the ruthless Kazhun.

Failing to reach the creature's head, Kikinnin smashes his axe against the plate's leg.

Marigold finally retreats moving closer to the ones fighting with the bugbear. She cannot reach the sleeping hobgoblins, as they are next to JJ.

Maxim moves closer to the throne door.

Wounded and tired, JJ's attack are easily deflected by the armor without opening a breach.

The dwarven woman starts unshackling the cowering halfling with difficulties.

Kazhun revolves returning the attack to the weird hobgoblin.
Morningstar-AP (2-handed): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 1 = 16
B/P damage+AP: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 = 15
JJ cautions are good though, and even if they do not allow him to hit, at least he keeps feinting the bugbear's attacks, to dismay of the creature and increase of his fury.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly damaged
Brown hobgoblin: 22 damage, unconscious, dying
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 90 min
JJ: 9/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 16: Marigold, JJ, Ruben (x2), Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

"You're number is up, scum from below" howls JJ at the bugbear.

"You're going down, hard."

attack,bless,inspire,flank,TWF: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 21
off hand attack,bless,inspire,flank,TWF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 16

Finally he sneaks in another blow.
damage,inspire: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Round 16

Kikinnin's pride dies. Useless swing after useless swing, and the dwarf gives up on trying to land a killing blow. Instead, he threatens the bugbear, hoping to create an opening for Ryan to finish the creature off. He's done. "We do this, together. Ryan, be ready."

Aid Another v DC 10: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 13 to give Ryan a +2 to Attack the Bugbear.

Yeah. Ruben agrees as he passes Maxim, also admiring his work on the hobgoblins. We got the bastards on the run now. If they can just sort that big bugger out we can call it a day.

He slams the southern door shut once again and then follows after Marigold toward the sleeping hobgoblins, determined that they would never again wake.

Round 15

Move action to close door, move action to move up to sleeping hobgoblins

Round 16

Full round coup-de-grace

Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 6 + 2 = 19

Round 16

Not really seeing any other options, Marigold sheathes her small dagger and draws her sling. As she does, she readies a small stone and attempts to take aim at the enormous creature...

Move to sheathe her dagger, move to draw and ready her sling.

You do not have enough movement Ruben, the sleeping hobgoblins are behind JJ and you would be exposed to an AoO from Kazhun and only get a standard action for a normal attack.

JJ attack is close, but again the skin of the bugbear is naturally thick and deflects the weapon.

Frustrated, Kikinnin attempts to help Ryan while Marigold readies her sling and Ruben arrives to the fray with the bugbear.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly damaged
Brown hobgoblin: 22 damage, unconscious, dying
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp, +2 to hit (aid)
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 90 min
JJ: 9/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 16: Marigold, JJ, Ruben, Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

Round 16

Left alone inside the Dining Hall, Maxim scowls deep in thought at what he's heard;

Cheers Lachance. Leave it to me to fetch the young 'uns...

The dwarf sheaths his knife Move Action and draws his pistol in its stead Move Action.

As he readies himself, the gun-mage periodically listens against the door, attempting to track the conversations on the other side;

Perception (DC5 through a closed door)?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

EDIT (Based on Reuben's post below)

Maxim puts finger quickly to bearded lip quiet is needed. In a low whisper he explains what's he's heard;

"Dandarrion's the name yer searching for Lachance... Anyway I reckon the young 'uns are through there (nods toward the door)... One o' them's giving lip to someone... Get ready, if things go South we'll need to step in - save the kids..."

Maxim! Don't run off, there could be more in there and remember what happened to... the other one... Ruben shouts, not remembering the name of the former member of this party.

Ok GM, if I can't get to those sleeping hobgoblins, Ruben will go with Maxim toward the sounds

You hear anything through there, Stogey? Ruben asks.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Sorry Crazy Busy weekend

Ryan continues his attack on the bugbear ...

1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 10 the dice gods truly hate me

However the bugbear easily deflects the blow

Maxim is moved by Ruben whom takes most of the door to listen. The dwarf cannot listen anything further.

Nervous about the combat, Ryan fails to hit the ferocious Kazhun with his mace, even helped by Kikinnin.

Pushed from all flanks and badly injured, the bugbear seems unable to land a good hit with his morningstar himself.
Morningstar-AP (2-handed): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 1 = 14
B/P damage+AP: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14

The dwarven woman seems trying to convince the now free halfling to move on.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear)
Kazhun: 23 damage, badly injured
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 85 min
JJ: 9/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 17: Marigold, JJ, Ruben, Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

Round 17

Kikinnin watches the priest swing wide. "It's alright, Ryan. This thing is the luckiest thing I've had the misfortune to fight. We've got it surrounded, and one of our steely bits is bound to find its mark." The dwarf doesn't feel so bad, with everyone else doing as well as he's doing, so he renews his attack, hoping for the best.

MW Dwarven Greataxe, Bless, Hatred, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 26 for 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage

A tiring JJ redoubles his efforts. "Just give up. You're luck cannot hold forever." taunts JJ - hoping his luck lasts long enough.

attack, inspire, bless, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 12
off hand attack, inspire, bless, flank, TWF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 15

"What is going on back there?" he calls back.

Though with this set of rolls, I can't see it happening.

(Cough) Sleeping hobs will awake... (Cough)

Round 17

Maxim stands next to Rueben, grim set as he loads his firearm with bullet and back-powder (Standard Action).

As tall duelist listens, the gun-mage retrieves a potion from his belt (Move Action) and offers it with a hushed whisper:

"Healing tincture. Get it down yer craw."

The dwarf grimaces then nods toward their door;

"So what you reckon Lachance? Hearing any o' them børns... kids.. Anything bad? Anything worse than bad?"

Potion of Cure Light Wounds for Rueben :)

In a final burst of fierce, Kikinnin jumps over Kazhun, and focusing all his rage, he sticks his waraxe on the bugbear's head. The skull creaks with the blade, and the creature suddenly falls to the ground with all his weight. With a sharp movement, the dwarf removes his axe from the bleeding skull and looks around.

JJ, you can retcon your attack

Maxim loads his pistol and offers a potion to Ruben.

Everybody: Bless r20 (+1 to hit and fear)
Kazhun: 29 damage, unconscious, dying
White hobgoblin: slept r17
Green hobgoblin: slept r17
Female halfling (light blue): 3 damage, badly injured
Kikinnin: 25/25 hp
Ruben: 12/19 hp, guidance r20
Ryan: 18/18 hp
Maxim: 12/12 hp, mage armor 85 min
JJ: 9/20 hp, guidance r20, disguise self 2h (glamer DC 11)
Round 17: Marigold, JJ, Ruben, Maxim, Kikinnin, Ryan, Goblinoids

With the fall of the bugbear, JJ turns his attention on the goblin at his feet. He strikes with the sword of his family, aiming to stop the threat to Cauldron from below... one goblin at a time.

coupe de grace damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 6) + 8 = 15

He looks down, realising what he has done. Where a day earlier he was hesitant about killing a helpless opponent, now the blood splattered and badly injured noble scion has a harder edge to him.

"You'd have done the same to me" he mutters at the armless goblin.

Ryan says nothing as he brings the mace down on the hobgoblin at his feet, remembering this last fight came from one screaming his fool head off about intruders; this one wouldn't get that luxery.

Coup de grace: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (7, 2) + 4 = 13

Round 17

As the huge armored creature finally falls to the ground, Marigold sighs with relief. However her attention almost immediately turns to JJ, who is much more injured than she'd been able to tell from the other side of the melee. Sheathing her sling for the healing wand, she moves towards her friend as she admonishes him to take it easy for just a moment.

"જેજે, તમે નુકસાન કરી રહ્યાં છો! હજુ પણ ધરાવે છે, આરજે અને Kikinnin તેમને કાળજી લેવા દો!" she chides as he puts an end to one of the sleeping hobgoblins.

Move to put away her sling, move + free to pull out the healing wand and move next to JJ.

With mighty blows in the ecstasy of combat, JJ and Ryan place their weapons through the fallen hobgoblins heart and head respectively. They die instantly with the heart stabbed and the skull crashed.

The room becomes silent once again.
Combat is over!

M26
With more time to look, Kikinnin, JJ and Ryan observe the room from where the hobgoblins came. They seem barracks, which hold four rows of iron-wrought bunk beds, and can accommodate 32 guards approximately. The bunks are sized for dwarves, much to the hobgoblins' chagrin. Two empty iron cages hang from the ceiling.

M29
Maxim and Ruben have a clear sight of the dining hall, currently unoccupied. There are benches around the four long tables, which are littered with empty tankards, smashed pottery, and moldering scraps of food.

"Sorry Marigold" says JJ, hoping she can understand now the fight is over.

"That must be what going to war is like. Horrible." though from the grin on his face, coming out alive may have been an exhilerating experience that the boy might want to repeat.

He stretches his arms.

"Surely that must be most of them. Can we throw their bodies into the forges? Where do they vent to anyway? Surely we are still under Cauldron... shouldn't there be smoke there somewhere?"

Nice one, Maxim. Wish it were something stronger though. Ruben replies as he takes the vial and downs it in one.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Couldn't hear kids. But voices nonetheless, dwarf and one outhouse dark things most likely. So I don't think we're done with wet work just yet.

He scans the room,looking for any sign of the people he heard or where they might have gone

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Maxim flashes a grin in agreement;

"Time for a dram or three down the line my friend... Huh... Dwur you say? An something speaking in the Deeptongue? Sounds like bad business..."

As the clamour of battle comes to an abrupt end up North, the gun-mage tips the nod;

"Reckon we'll have reinforcements soon enough... We'll hold here... lessen you've another notion?"

Yeah if we ever get out of here. Sorry to say, Maxim, this place ain't what you billed it to be. Ruben says.

He looks over the room again.

All this food is mouldy. Ain't no one used this place for a while. But I definitely heard someone. They must have legged it when they heard us coming.

We should get after them, I reckon.

He checks the door to the north, making sure they won't be leaving enemies behind them.

"Good Work JJ, Kikinnin, needless to say that was not our best showing, and JJ here needs to spend time with Miss Marigold, he not looking too good. Ah here she comes now..... Um where are Maxim and Lachan?" Ryan ask looking back towards the smithy.

"We should withdraw into the smithy, no sense drawing ourselves out too thin. This doesn't seem to be the friendliest of places so far."

Reaching down Ryan grabs one of the hobgoblins and begins draggin them back inside the smithy. To any questioning looks "The spilled blood may be overlooked by one passing through the intersection, however the dead bodies likely not."

Strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Dragging the hobs first he comes back ant pulls the bugbear once the route is clear.Kikinnin are you upgrading your armor once more? MWK full plate sounds worth it. Hmm perhaps I should take a level of fighter :)

After he gets the hallway cleared Ryan goes looking for Maxim and Ruben if they have not come back.

"Th-they w-went th-that way," Marigold points shakily towards the southern door. "I th-think they thought m-maybe they could get around to the f-fight f-from the other s-side."

Turning her attention back to JJ, she taps him with the healing wand. "G-gonna have to b-buy another at this rate..." she murmurs quietly. "Y-you all n-need to b-be more careful! Always r-running r-right into everything's arms..."

Cure Light Wounds (JJ): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Charges remaining (23).
Cure Light Wounds (JJ): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Charges remaining (22).

As Ryan works to drag the bodies to a less-conspicuous spot, the halfling suddenly remembers the freed slaves and turns to look at them. "A-are any of you hurt? Oh! You, you took a nasty w-wound!" she gasps as she sets her eyes on her fellow halfling. She holds up the wand. "M-may I?"

Picking up two of the alchemist flask in one hand and tossing the remaining flask to Marigold.

"Yes, please do, arm yourselves best ye can, don't think your previous captors will take kindly to our setting you loose." Ryan answers Marigold before heading off to catch up with Maxim and Ruben in the next room, having glanced at their handy work in the southern doorway.

Catching up to the others
Once Ryan is appraised of the situation, he holds out 1 of the flask to Maxim. "I'm ready when you are however outside of minor magics I have little to offer in the way of divine favors, haven't had time for proper absolution with our quick turnaround. 2 spells above and 2 here have drained the well so to speak." 2 channels and 3 inspiring word will tap me out

Kikinnin looks down on Kazhun, then reaches down, and grabs a single ankle, dragging the bugbear around the corner, nearer the forge. He kneels, and begins removing the armor from the beast. With each piece of the full plate, the black-beard stands and places it on the table, before returning to the rest of the suit.

When Kazhun no longer desecrates the armor by wearing it, Kikinnin locates one of the shortspears. Setting down his shield, he brings his axe down on the bugbear's neck, separating it in one stroke. Yeah, now I can take his head off. Can't hit a moving target. He retrieves it after its slow roll away from the body, then assembles a makeshift macabre battle standard by piking the head through its foramen magnum. He sets it aside, then tries half-heartedly to remove the blood from the full plate. Initially, he hesitates, debating on leaving the blood, or not. He manages a quick go-over, before turning back to the others. The coat of arms remains obscured for now.

He looks wordlessly to Maxim, as he starts to remove the half plate.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 minutes, half the time with Brodir...

He then dons the full plate. 4 minutes, requiring help

When he's finished, he slings his shield on his back, grasping his axe in one hand, the Head of Kazhun in the other.

He moves deliberately, sweeping the kitchen and the larder, making sure to wait for the others before giving into the growing recklessness behind his eyes. Any hobs or gobs he spies, he waves Kazhun in their direction, and taps his axe on the stone floor.

"My thanks Marigold. " says JJ, who is feeling a lot better already.

"Hopefully that is all of them... for a moment there I was wondering..."

He shudders. "Two close calls with death in one day... at least one too many."

Ruben rejoins the others and, when he sees Kikinnin wearing the bloody armor of their fallen enemy and carrying the head of the hobgoblin grimaces.

That's a nice look. Matches your sunny disposition and the severed head really accentuates your cheekbones.

It is said in dark jest though and he claps the dwarf on the shoulder.

They won't mess with you now mate, not after they see what you done to their master.