The War of Dragonfires Homebrew (Inactive)

Game Master Choon

The code is [.dice=Whatever you want to appear next to the roll]1dx+whatever[/.dice] (without the periods)
Like so. :): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Lost Voice: You haven't seen any, but you haven't been in any of your side's bunkers yet.

ok do here is another try at the stealth roll

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

There ya go!

Viktor grabs the filthy wizard, hoisting him up. "Fool, you'll be trampled to death! Press yourselves against the wall!"

Just need word York and Thomas. If they haven't posted by this evening I'll move us on.

Wait a minute, Viktor is now standing in the field in the fog in front of the trench with Gaspard? We'll have to resolve that pretty quickly or the two of us are going to die.

Gaspard hasn't the upper body strength to resist going whereever Viktor wants to take him. He is, however, filled with white-hot rage at the fact that whoever it is has the audacity to put him in danger and ruin his plan simultaneously. He turns his head, and sees the guy who claimed he volunteered. He hasn't the time for convincing stupid to let him go on with his plan, and he can't stop the guy from stopping him without setting him on Fire. While it was a pleasant thought, Fire was reserved for the enemy. Insults would have to do.

He turns and runs for the trench, crouched low, shouting and seething with anger.

"You're ruining my plan you imbecile! Fool! Don't stand up in the open without running for f#$$s sake! You're putting both our lives in danger you two-bit son of a whore!"

Out if town visiting family; impacts my posting time a fair bit. Sorry. Action incoming asap.

Seeing the others basically act on his plan in his stead, but without discussing the matter, or necessarily doing it well, York rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He mutters to no one in particular, "If you lot not only get me killed, but mess up my chance at glory, I'm going to haunt your asses so bad..."

He runs over to a particularly mucky area and dives in covering himself in grey and slimy earth, from the top of his head to the tip of his boots, taking time to make sure his face and hair are covered. Then, his rapid camouflage job completed, he hops the wall, and runs forward at a tangent to the direction he saw his squad mates move, hoping to make himself the furthest outlier. He the looks for another grey patch of stones, or muddy earth, to match his muddy complexion. He then goes dead still, like the others.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Thomas shields himself up against the wall, and waits for the others. He closes his eyes a moment to prepare for the what could only inevtiably be an assault.

stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The yell grows every closer and slowly morphs into a cry of battle mingled with screams of pain as arrows, for you notice that your side is firing almost exclusively arrows, that are fired blindly almost inevitably find a mark. The scream continues to build as the survivors of the barrage near. You own mages begin to counter the covering fog, and a strong wind kicks up over the heads of those in the trench, driving the fog before it.

The men come pouring into your trench, shields held up to block the hail of death. Not one doesn't have at least two arrows on his shield.
1d20 ⇒ 5
3d20 ⇒ (17, 4, 18) = 39
They seems rather confused that you aren't there waiting for them with shields up and spears ready, but soon figure it out. There aren't many places to hide in a trench. They all carry huge tower shields and agile flails, though their armor is on the light side, presumably to make the run without unnecessary impediment.

They have spotted you, but you have gained a surprise round on them due to your unorthodox methods. They have won Initiative, so take one move OR standard action, then it will be their turns. Map will be up momentarily and linked under my name. York is under a separate circumstance, so will not be included in the map

"Rahhhh!!!" Viktor gives a war cry and stabs at the nearest one.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Crit Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Thomas works for a moment, drawing up the rocks and rubble, aiming for another one next to Vik, not the one it appears he has mortally wounded.

Earth Blast: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

And this was it. Gaspard invoked the fire as the enemies came hopping down in their trench, catching two of them as the small cone of flame shot forth from his hands.

Relying on the fact that you can't take an AoO if flatfooted, and dearly praying they don't have combat reflexes. Casting Burning Hands, aimed south-east, so that it catches the one south of Thomas and the one on the far entrance to right flank bunker.

If the have Combat reflexes I'm screwed. At any rate. Reflex DC 18 half,

Burning Hands Damage: 4d4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4, 4, 3) + 1 = 14

Morgrym uses the stealth to backstab one of the idiots who just entered the trench driving his rapier into the back of one.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

She would have rather not been in this trench. Odd that this was her primary thought, as she stepped to the side opposite Morgrym, giving his attacker something extra to worry about besides him.
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Attack+Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21, Shortspear: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Some major bad luck, that. Quick question: Does it seem like the living man is aware of what he's fallen on?

He knows he's fallen on something, but hasn't figured out that it's actually two somethings yet.

Thomas and Victor work together to take out the only foe near Victor. While Victor strikes true, the man takes the hit well. Thomas solves that issue by turning his head into a bloody knob with a hail of small rocks.

Gaspard lights up the opposite side.
2d20 ⇒ (18, 13) = 31
One manages to duck behind his shield in time to escape some of the rolling fire, but the other (the far one) is caught without protection. He collapses to the ground with a horrific scream.

Morgrym's attack strikes an underlying protective plate, but Anoilas is much luckier and lands a good blow to his shoulder.

The two soldiers who are left counter attack with a vengeance.
The one left standing after the gout of flame attacks Thomas and slamms him in his gut with the short flail (for 8). The other counter attacks Aniolas and lands his own hit on her shoulder that mirrors his own (for 7).

Party up!

Viktor roars in anger as his allies get hurt. "Come on you big bloody cowards, can't you fight me?!" Viktor imposes his presence, hoping to draw the soldiers attention to himself.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Gaspard backed out of the way of the swinging flail. He'd rather conserve some of his precious magic, his crossbow was dangerous in close quarters, he was bad with spears (especially enemy spears) and besides, stupid seemed to have it in hand.

All good reasons to not get killed right now.

withdraw action. I updated the map with the movement people said they did, hope you don't mind.

seeing the barbarian woman jump on the other side of the fellow I use that flank and continue to attack the enemy hoping to save the valiant woman who was helping protect me jabbing the fellow again with the rapier!
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 6

damn dice hate me...

Daze them Gaspard!

Expletive. I actually forgot about that. My only defense is that I usually ban Enchantment. GM Choon, can I do that over?

You ban Enchantment? Huh. Never heard of that before.
And sure. Go for it.
There I go being nice again. :P

Enchantment is a very common banned school. It's considered weak unless you're focused on it.

Thomas is reeling from the force of the blow, though still barely able to stay on his feet. He leans back against the wall of the trench and does the only thing he can think to do. He focuses for a moment, and raises a thin wall of earth between himself and the man next to himself and Vik, then moves over behind Vik in order to try and come back to his senses.

Dunno how this goes, as I do not know if kinetic manfesting for kineticists counts as spell casting per se. Your call, if so you can take a shot at him while he is doing it.

Assuming he does not go down, he is going to move over behind Vik using his move action. And considering the cover is thin but opaque and counts as full cover, should allow him to move without provoking any AOO. It would be raised on the five foot square line between Thomas's current position, and the enemy soldier.

For reference, the wall of cover he raises has a hardness of 0 and 2hp for his level, so it would take all of a stiff breeze to knock it down, but it effectively counts as cover, so in theory it should block any attack or AOO until he knocks it down.

That's a tough one. I belong to the group that thinks of kinetic powers like Avatar universe abilities, so I don't instinctively think of them as provoking normally.
Are they an SU, SP, or EX ability?

Gaspard steps out of the way of the shock-troop's flail, and continues chanting. A brief pause; he flings his hand at the soldier before him. "Sleep." and he continues chanting.

Yay! Casting Daze on the soldier Viktor is trying to kill. DC 15 will, or be dazed for his next turn.

I am glad you asked that question. It actually varies depending on the power and the ability. The blast and the infusions for them are all Sp. The defense ability is Su. The Wild Talents vary by talent. This particular one happens to be Sp. So I suppose that in this case it would provoke.

Was looking at everything, and each wild talent that is not a blast infusion in the description lists whether it is Sp or Su. Will need to note that when I update character sheets for powers.

Ya. If it's Sp it will provoke. Su powers don't. Please just note that when you cast it. So write up your fluff text, then below in OOC just note the power and its descriptor. That way it'll be easy to keep track of everything.

2d20 ⇒ (13, 3) = 16

In a fantasitc bit of luck, the trooper's attack is well over Thomas' head, then he looses focus for a moment, preventing him from doing much other than shaking his head repeatedly.

Surprise round:

Holding as still as possible, York slips his long knife from his sheath and into his hand, trying not to alert his opponent to the fact that he still lives, and isn't just a random corpse.

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Round 1:

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

York gets the knife into position, targeting the living man atop him, making sure to differentiate him from the dead carcass also lying in the pile. Then he drives the dagger straight up into the man's chest.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

If we start riding the crit train any harder, the mortality rate is going to be low. Saying that, this has to give at some point.

I didn't even notice that. Thanks for the head's up. Of course, mortality would feel a lot further off if I hadn't lost 3/4 of my HP to a blunt head trauma...

Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

York - Your blade is true, but defelcts off the man's sternum and fails to kill him instantly as you hoped. He screams in pain and his instincts kick in, fighting for his life. His flail comes down.
1d20 ⇒ 7
And smacks the mud fractions of an inch from your face. More mud cakes onto you, but that hardly makes a difference at this point.

Holding on Aniolas for the trench

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

Fighting for her life, Aniolas attacked the man again.
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Attack+Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18, Shortspear: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

In the trench, Gaspard's spell gives Thomas and Victor a moment of respite as the magic muddles with the trooper's head.

The other is hit again by Aniolas, and is close to falling, but it isn't quite enough. He counters!

1d20 ⇒ 5
But his attack is over balanced and whooshes through the air beside the barbarian.

The fog fades from your side's countermeasures and the missile fire intensifies as the emplacements find real targets. That also opens up line of sight for the casters, and the mage war restarts with a furious barrage of magic from both sides. Fireballs, magic force bolts, acid, and things too great and terrible to easily recognize tear into both lines.

Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Thankfully, none get aimed directly at your section, though your already damaged left flank gets hammered pretty hard, loosing great chunks of it's stone protection.
For York, the spells are several feet closer than for those in the deep trench. The magic zips and hisses overhead with not even an arm's length separating him from half a dozen fates worse than death.

Party UP!

Viktor continues to stab away.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Morgrym also continues to stab at the fellow attacking the barbarian using the flank:

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3

These critical hits are getting a little ridiculous by now.

Gaspard directed his next spell towards the warrior between the halfling and the barbarian. If this worked, neither of them would be suspectible for a while, but hopefully his comrades would pick them off without his help. In the meantime, he ignored the melee around him, and peeked up over the front of the trench. Perhaps he could take out that crossbow position while the shooters were distracted by the charge, or maybe even shoot a mage in the back.

daze dc 15 on the left-hand guy. Move action to take a look at the battleground out there.

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

If the man had not fallen yet, Aniolas was going to start thinking about other methods of fighting this war, because this idea of fighting in the trenches in the rain was not something that she could endorse going further. Caught between the two of them, the man that she was fighting had little chance of avoiding all of their attacks.
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Attack+Flank: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23, Shortspear: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

How would present situation be described, mechanically speaking? It's not a grapple, not an intentional one on either part at least; it could be kind if a grapple where neither combatant has bothered to assume control, I suppose. If that were the case, would I provoke an AoO by attempting to grapple, given that we're in contact already? If it is merely a matter of positioning, what kind of actions would it be to either push him off or pull myself out from under him? Would either provoke?

I'm kinda treating it like you're both prone, but are gaining no real bonus against each other. I'll say you could grapple or push (reposition) without provoking, but standing or rolling away would provoke. Also remember that a hail of both magical and mundane death is flying two to three feet above you.

Just waiting on Thomas

Ah, so standing up = Bad.

I suppose that means that I could have been using my greatsword all this time. Oh well; using a knife makes a lot more sense in the circumstances, even if it is not nearly as mechanically advantageous. Hopefully, picking sense over mechanics doesn't get me killed.

York draws his knife back for another strike, driving the short blade home again with another strike.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Crit Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Another chance at a critical! Not likely to succeed, but still...

Thomas takes aim, firing at the closest enemy, drawing up some of the rubble as ammunition.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

York- Your dagger hits home again, but the man still had an ounce our two of fight.
1d100 ⇒ 60
However, as he raises his arm to smack you again, a bolt of acid impacts him just below the elbow. You see his arm get eaten away in mere seconds and he collapses to the ground in mortal agony, leaving you free.

Aniolas, with some help from her flanking buddy, lands the felling blow on the left trooper, but the right one doggedly refuses to die. He is still hindered by Gaspard's magic, however, so really he's just a particularly tough practise dummy at this point.

I'll say this trench encounter is finished, but you're not done yet!

Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Your section is secure, for now, but from the right and the left you hear struggle and battle cries mingled with cries for help. What do you do?

Gaspard was looking out into the no-mans land between the lines. Can he see what's going on out there?

Viktor gathers his squad together. "Is anybody injured? Gather the weapons of the fallen!"

looks at the Barbarian and says "say do you want to continue hiding here or try to make our way across the battlefield to that tower over there with that crazy guy York"
As I say that I will check the closest few bodies to see if I can find a healing potion for the Barbarian or anything special besides their too large gear.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10