The War of Dragonfires Homebrew (Inactive)

Game Master Choon

Taking advantage of his opponent's misfortune, but staying close to the ground as to avoid the deluge of magic and death flying overhead. Shifting his weight to come over near the other man, he brought the knife down on the man's neck, (hopefully) finishing him off.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Not a lot of damage, but I'm guessing he was still in it by the skin of his teeth...

Taking a quick moment, York opens up the rest of the man's neck, cutting away the flesh, and then making a few quick sawing jerks to cut his way through the spine. Cutting off one ear for himself, he tosses the rest of the head back into the trench with his allies before taking another glance around at the dust and mist to see if he still has enough cover to continue operating, or should consider heading back himself.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

York- The midst is all but gone. If you don't take cover, and quick, you're going to get something. And it won't be a good thing.

Gaspard- You see York toss a head back into the trench while the sides exchange salvos. The enemy lines have fewer towers, you notice. Where as your lines have an emplacement every 50 ft., theirs are around every 75. The occupants have good cover, and are heavily engaged. You only get a brief glimpse of any of the occupants as they attack.

Seeing the mist all but blown away, and the cover of dust stirred up by the barrage settling, York scowls darkly, but sees little choice but to return to the line for now. Keeping very low, moving all by invisibly, he scrambles back to his friendly line, and slipping down into the trench; but not before grabbing his foe's dropped flail, stuffing the handle into his belt.

Once back out of the line of fire, he finally takes the opportunity to touch a hand to his head wound, and divert the flow of blood from around his eye.

"Do we have the good fortune to have a healer in this unit? If not, a medic will do."

Thomas is still reeling a bit from the blunt blow that he took. Nothing feels broken or out of place, but he is certainly not entirely sound on his feet.

He comes over to York, looking over to him and nodding. "I know a little bit about healing. If we can find the medkit they sent me out with, I should be able to patch you up at least..."

"Not that I'm against standing around and looking pretty, but people are screaming ovevr there. I suggest we move to reinforce the right flank, and quickly! They're sure to have trouble over there, what with the collapse and all."

"He's right; bleeding is not to bad, if you've got a quick bandage to keep the blood out of my eyes, that'll do."

York switches to his longbow, and readies two arrows.

"Quick patch! Anybody else hurt?" Viktor rips the shirt off one of the dead men, tearing it into strips.

Heal: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 2 = 19

DM, what kind of weapons do we have available from the corpses of our slain enemies?

Viktor picks up one of the flails, swinging it about with an approving nod. "Come, we must assist our allies! Grab weapons if you can use them, and everybody grab a tower shield to use as cover. You don't have to use it when you're fighting up close, but having a moving wall will be helpful in this mess."

The fool had a point. That was the thing about them, they made sense to themselves, so sometimes they struck upon something that made sense to other people as well.

He experimentally pulled at one of the dead guys' shield. That crap was heavy. I suppose I'll toss it when we get around to combat, might be nice having 'till then.

He staggered under the weight. How'd they manage running around with that again?

Gaspard is now squarely in heavy load. We're down to 20ft speed, and I the ASFC doesn't bare thinking about.

I'm already at medium so we were at 20 ft. anyways. As long as nobody gets over encumbered we're good.

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

Considering what she was carrying took only a pair of seconds before she was stowing the spear and taking a tower shield, as well as a flail. It was difficult to move, but there was no arguing the cover that it allowed. There was no way that she was going to be fighting holding this, but it was something. "I'm getting tired of being in this, let's push them out so we can get the hell off of this front!", she shouted by way of motivating the rest of them.

shrugs and doesn't bother to pick up one of those shields as he knows he couldn't carry it and then moves out in front of the group following the trench using bodies and rocks moving from cover to cover stealthing scouting about thirty feet ahead in the trench in front of the group to the flank.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

The party grabs shields, weapons, and darts into the right flank bunker.

Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Inside you find two mages desperately throwing magic out of the forward window. At the far door, a single, badly wounded man holds off a huge beast of a man with a double ax. Even as you rush to help, the savage splits the soldier's shield with a mighty blow. Then the other ax head comes around and shatters his skull.

The bunker shudders with the enemy's magic and artillery fire, but seems to be holding, for now.

I'll get the map up as soon as I can. The room is only about 15 ft wide, but extends back a good 30 ft and widens as it goes back to 30 ft at the back wall. A wall separates the front room, which is 15 feet square, from the back trapezoid.
As I said, map to come. The of you can get into melee range, should you desire that.

Can I get a burning hands in before people go swinging?

Yes, but unless your allies plug every hole, you could become a target next round. You may avoid this by including your allied casters in the spell

Gaspard drops the shield as he leaps in the front, shouting the incantation for his spell as he goes. Flames burst from his hands again, albeit this time they take the shape of lightning.

4d4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 3) + 1 = 8
Lightning damage, DC 18 reflex for half.

1d20 ⇒ 9
The fan of flame fills the room. It hits the man square, but only seems to have made him angry...er.

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York steps out to the side of Gaspard so he can get a clear line of sight, and a clear shot off at the man. He scans him quickly for any markings, totems, or fetishes that might present a clue as to any groups he might belong to, that might provide a clue as to his abilities (such as a local Barbarian tribe or some such).
Kn:Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Hmm; no?

He draws the first of the two arrows he has prepped, and looses it, followed almost instantly by the second.
Rapid Shot 1: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 12
Rapid Shot 2: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 - 2 = 8
Damage 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Pretty crap roles for me all around. Well, hopefully, he's one of those unarmoured types.

Waiting on a map.

Map up. Sorry about that.

"Have courage men!" Viktor charges and swings his newly found flail on the axe murderer.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

AC is 18 until next round for charging. Blah, bad rolls.

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

Thanks to her delay in gathering the weapons and shield, Aniolas was late in entering the bunker, which prevented her from greeting the new individual with a thrown spear. The tower shield got discarded once she saw what was happening inside the bunker, thrusting her hand back for the standard-issue shield that had been awkwardly been carried on her pack. "Looking at the mage closest to the big man, she growled, [b]"Weapon on my hip." It was up to the mage to grab it while they distracted the big man.
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Free: Drop Tower shield
Move: Ready Light Steel Shield
Std: Enter Melee Range

((having not seen the action of my scouting I do not know if I was spotted or not and what to do for a continued stealth roll to see if I can get a sneak attack and get on a flank))

Morgrym - You couldn't have gotten that far ahead, but we'll say you entered first and dove into the room to the south inside the bunker. The Big Man still doesn't know you're there, but there was no way to get past him to flank. That opportunity will open up as the mages pull back. I have moved you to the appropriate place.

Thomas takes up positions behind the others, and prepares his kinetic ability, ducking down to make himself less of a target.

Choon, if it is ok, what I want to do is ready an action to use my kinetic cover ability when the guy with the giant axe tries to attack someone. Then basically what I want to do is raise a wall of cover between two of them. The wall has a hardness of 0 and 2hp, but hopefully it will absorb part, most or all of the blow, rather than having giant axe man beating on the others. If that doesn't work, I can just resort to tossing more rocks.

That is a creative and perfectly legal use of that ability, as far as I know. Go for it. :)

Once Thomas gets into position, he lays his hands on the ground and the sides of the trench around him, preparing to shift and slide parts of it in an attempt to deflect some of the larger man's blows for his comrades. He looks to the mages. "Take cover if you can. We will do our best to handle this one."

3d20 ⇒ (16, 7, 9) = 32

The man roars at the appearance of the party and swings at the right side mage as the two retreat. Thomas saves the man's life and erects a stone wall just in time to catch the devastating blow. His wall instantly explodes, but does it's job and absorbs the damage. The man then turns his attention to a certain charging paladin. His lethal weapon starts it's deadly dance and Victor takes two staggering blows to the shield, but avoids harm. The man slowly circles around to Victor's right.

Party up, Map has been updated

Viktor laughs as the attacks bounce off his shield. "I thought this was a war! I had no idea they sent children out to fight!" He provokes the man as he swings again.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Blah, these rolls.

Gaspard carefully backs out of axe's reach.

He'd cocnserve his magic for later.

full round action withdraw, movement on map.

York moves in a couple steps closer (Shown on the map), following the large man's movements, getting the mages behind him, in order to place a shot with his bow.

1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 4 = 18
1d8 ⇒ 2

seeing the man circle Morgrym will wait until he can move to the flank to assist the paladin and then quietly attempts to ram the rapier through the back of the giant axe man's knee!

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 4

((man dice have hated me almost this whole adventure so far))

Aniolas, Female Barbarian

Sighing at the mage's reluctance to engage the man, she looked at his positioning, then Viktor's, trusting them to manage the man, especially with Morgrym at his back. Instead, she moved to retrieve her tower shield from where she had discarded it in the bunker, and moved to set it in the doorway, so that any newcomers would not be able to overwhelm the bunker.
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Can't split focus, but can drop the smaller shield, move to the position where her tower shield was discarded, pick that up, and move into the doorway that the opponent came from. Any defensive actions will have to wait until next turn

Thomas to act.

Unless I am confused, I had a readied action that went off this round, which I will be repeating. Sorry if i am not keeping correct track of time.

Youall are actually going first as far as Init in concerned, so your action was used last round. Sorry if that wasn't clear. I'm sometimes bad about expressing round boundaries.

2d20 ⇒ (16, 3) = 19
Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 16

The Man continues his assault as he circles into the corner and only takes a bruise from York's arrow in the process. All your other attacks are neatly parried or dodged. The first swipe looks like it will hit Victor, but Thomas saves his ally with a quick wall of stone, which promptly erupts into a shower of dirt as before.

Just then a massive boulder slams into the front of the bunker level with the window and explodes into a shower of sharp rock and dust. Chunks of rock fall from the ceiling under the impact and a plume of dust billows like smoke out of the two doorways. Thankfully, the bunker holds, if barely.

Everyone excecpt Gaspard takes 1d6 ⇒ 3 slashing and bludgeoning damage from the impact and shards of rock. Anyone in the bunker or firing into it now suffers a 20% miss chance do to thick dust and the interior of the bunker is now difficult terrain.
Party up, map updated!
Also, if everyone could please list current stats like current HP, saves, AC, and CMD it will make processing turns a bit easier on me, especially when I update from my phone.

Viktor shakes the rocks off him and steps around, continuing the attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 75 Hit (if 17 does)! Is high or low going to be a miss?
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Thomas starts to flag a bit, the shower of rocks from the blast having knocked out most of his remaining stamina. He seems like he could press on for now, but any more exertion will probably cause him to collapse.

Currently at 0/11 hp. Being that this is war and he doesnt really have anywhere else to go, he is going to stay the course, and hope that the others can patch him up and get him out of there. Meaning that he is going to continue with his current stated readied actions.

Aniolas, Female Barbarian
AC 20 (touch 10, flatfooted 16), HP 16, CMD 14

She figured it was only a matter of time before the bunker got hit, but she did not expect it to get hit like that. Last time, when the bunker got hit, that preceded a charge. If that was the case (knowing nothing of war), then they were on a time limit.

"Everyone okay?!", she called, holding the doorway just in case. Curiously, she looked out from the doorway that she was holding, looking to see whether or not what she was doing was necessary.
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Holding the door still, delaying until someone calls for assistance

Gaspard was calling down his powers on the champion as the rock exploded the bunker before him. Damn, that was a close one.
He completed his magic, hoping to distract the soldier for a spell.

Daze, will DC 15 or daze for a round.

-1 CMB +13 CMD 10 hp Max 18 AC 7 hp current +4 init

Morgrym tries to continue to track along and get the flank in order to attack the large fellow again attempting to stab him in some vitally important spot from low and behind...

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

holy crud a crit:
confirm crit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
rapier x2 crit: 1d4 ⇒ 3

I have 1 HP remaining.

York readies another arrow, and looses it at the massive attacker.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Aniolas- As the dust settles, you see several wounded enemy shock troops like the ones you defeated earlier assaulting the next bunker 50 feet away. That bunker is holding its own, for now. But could still use a hand.

will: 1d20 ⇒ 3

The man's eyes glaze over as Gaspard does impolite things to his mind. York's arrow misses him by a hair, but Victor and Morgrym both take full advantage.
Now bleeding freely, the man teeters on his feet. And sinks to a knee. The hiss of arrows from your second line whispers over your head just as another roar goes up from the enemy. You brace yourselves for the worst.
But it never comes.
What do you do?

Aniolas, Female Barbarian
AC 20 (touch 10, flatfooted 16), HP 16, CMD 14

The shield was the most unwieldy thing that she had encountered, and fighting with it was not something that she was even going to try if she was holding on to it. "Next bunker is having difficulties too", she called. "They're holding up okay, though."

Viktor mercilessly smashes the man across the head.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Once the immediate threat seems to be handled, Thomas collapses to the ground. "Not sure that I can continue on with you all..., that last blast of rocks got me pretty good..."

Blood and bruises line his body as he leans against the wall of the trench, breathing heavily.

Morgrym quickly searches the downed large axe wielding man hoping this fellow has a wand perhaps or a potion that will help their wounded companion

*since we are out of immediate threat I will take a 20 on perception for this downed enemy which is 28 perception*

Gaspard had... Suspicions. That roar, and then nothing? Could be an illusion out there. He took his crossbow, peered out towards the enemy line, and fired a bolt over there, keeping careful track of it as it arched towards the opposite entrenchments.

The man crumples under victor's mace and Morgrym gets to searching his pockets. Besides his huge weapon and leathers, Morgrym finds a potion of some kind labeled "emergency" and a pack of bandages and herbs that can be used to heal, but they take time to work. Acts as 3 potions of CLW, but require overnight to function

Meanwhile, the bunker continues to rock from magical impacts and the sound of falling stones are ever-present.

Fate: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Gaspard peers over the lip of the bunker and, thankfully, isn't attacked immediately. The ground between you and them is piled with bodies. It's hard to see the ground for the carnage.

The bunker isn't taking the most recent hits well. That direct impact must have done something to its support structures. If something isn't done to stabilize it, youall will have to spend the rest of the day in the trench proper.

The men in the next bunker are starting to falter, Aniolas observes. If they don't get help soon, your enemy may gain a foothold within your trenches!