Twisted Night

Game Master FabesMinis

That's a miss, sorry Ynyr.

Ynyr's alchemical goop lands with a plop near the marine and splurges out onto the beach, useless.

Marine 3 attacks Darvyl 25 vs AC with Powerful Strike. 12 damage to Darvyl and knocked prone. Moves - OA from Ddraig hits for 7 damage. OA from Darvyl misses. Marine 1 attacks Ddraig and misses with Powerful Strike.

The marines realise they are now fighting for their life against seeming madmen, and one of them knocks Darvyl to the ground, thumbing the young tough on the temple with the hilt of his sword.

one of them knocks Darvyl to the ground, thumbing the young tough on the temple with the hilt of his sword.

Darvyl just hates being thumbed.

Greylan jogs to keep up with the action and in so doing fumbles another magic missile.

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Back to Ddraig!

Ynyr's turn. Ddraig - what HP are you on?

I'm on 32 - and hopefully the Marines won't do anything to change that!!

Ddraig moves in a circular path [/ooc](to avoid OAs)[/ooc] to U16, and lunges at Marine 1 with Enfeebling Strike:

Enfeebling Strike v Marine 1 (1d20+8=11, 1d8+4=5)

Or maybe not ...

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Nechtan races to the boat to aid his new friends.

Darvyl's turn. You are prone.

Darvyl rubs his head (free), rises (move), snarls (free), and charges the marine attacking Ddraig.

Sneak attack M1 (1d20+11+1=15, 1d6+7+2d6=16) Moving for the flank, doubt that hit

Darvyl's deft strike is parried by the increasingly desperate marine.

Healaugh and Ynyr are now up.

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"Eee... bugger this for a game of soldiers." Healaugh still finds himself too distracted to aim properly.

"Give up now lads. Had about enough and will only end badly for tha."

Move to R20, misdirected mark on Marine 1. Complete flub.
Misdirected Mark (Ref) v Marine 1 (1d20 6=8, 1d8 5=10)

Darvyl's deft strike is parried by the increasingly desperate marine.

Healaugh and Ynyr are now up.

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Forgot the flank bonus -- don't suppose 17 hit?

Nechtan shakes his head to clear the cobwebs left from his unsuccessful run-ins with Sven, and begins to feel like his old self.

@ Darvyl. No, sorry!

Healaugh's insults go unheard.

Ynyr's turn.

Ynyr moves to V21 and throws his dagger at #3

Magic missile against #3. (1d20+9=26, 1d4+4=6)

Greylan gets a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls until the end of Ynyr's next turn

No 3 is now bloodied. Marines - Standard - grab boat. Move! OA from Ddraig misses. OA from Darvyl hits No 1 for 8 damage and No1 is stopped.

The marines grab the boat and make for the sea. Darvyl wounds one of them and he stops in agony.

Grey hits no 3 for 9 damage with MM.

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Ddraig
Nechtan
Darvyl
Healaugh
Ynyr
Marines
Greylan

Greylan releases a bolt of force that hits the other marine full on.

"Oh, for goodness' sake! Please give up!" Greylan cries.

By my calculations, Nechtan is on 18 HP with 3 surges used. Ddraig's turn.

By my calculations, Nechtan is on 18 HP with 3 surges used. Ddraig's turn.

Thanks! That saves a lot of retro-math :)

Ddraig moves to Z15, then charges to BB17 and atatcks Marine 3:

Basic Melee Attack: 1d20+9 v AC; 1d8+5 damage

Rolls: 20+9=29 v AC - CRIT! Damage is 13 +1d6 necrotic damage, giving an additional 2 necrotic damage - total damage is 15

"You may surrender, or you may die. You may not escape."

Ddraig hits. Nechtan's turn.

Ddraig runs round to the front of the boats and slashes at the lead marine, who snarls.

Nechtan concentrates his efforts on the nearest marine, shifting forward and attacking.

Twin Strike vs AC (1d20+8=28, 1d10+2=6, 1d20+7=23, 1d6+1=4, 1d8=2) That's a crit with the claymore, so its actually 1d8+20=24 including the maxed Hunter's Quarry. 4 points for the axe if 23 hits.

Nechtan runs the marine through, and he drops to the ground, lifeless.

With a yawp, Darvyl loops around to flank the remaining marine and skewers him from his shortsword while Ddraig has him distracted.

Move to BB19, then sneak attack. Flank attack on M3 (1d20+11+2=25, 1d6+7+2d6=16)

Healaugh nods proudly at Ynyr as Ddraig, Nechtan and Darvyl slice their way into the remaining marines.

"Grand lads, bain't they?"

And with his barbaric yawp, Darvyl smashes the other into the wet sand.

End of combat. You each receive 170 XP. I believe you are all on 3037 XP each now.

Looks right to me.

"Reet. Brief singsong while us all catches breath." Due to the pain in his teeth, Healaugh can only hum along to his hurdy-gurdy rather than regaling you all with another bout of folksong.

"Reckon Brigid-lass ud be proud on us."

Song of rest which means all surges used are surge value +4.

SHORT REST

The friends listen to Healaugh sing, surrounded by corpses.

Adventurers are so weird...

Ddraig uses a healing surge which, with the additional 4 from Healaugh, brings him back up to full hit points (45).

"Thank you, friend Healaugh. I wonder why they were so anxious not to cooperate?"

Once he's recovered a little, Healaugh looks around the beach, paying particular attention to the pile of bodies.

"Happen summat scared them more than us," he suggests.

"Happen summat scared them more than us," he suggests.

"I do not know what that could be, but I suggest we find it and kill it."

History check to know more about Luskan. Anyone can have a go.

History check - Luskan (1d20 6=19)

Healaugh plods around the beach, wracking his brains.

Healaugh knows little more than most people about Luskan, in that it is a port to the north east of the Moonshaes, across the sea. It's a hotbed of merchants and pirates.

Memories of Luskan bring back memories of pirates. One of Healaugh's aversions. He scowls darkly as he reminds everyone of the dangers of Luskan.

Darvyl knows less than Healaugh about the place.

Nechtan catches his breath, somewhat embarassed by his performance against the Luskans.

To whom do (or perhaps "did" is the correct tense here) the bodies on the beach belong? Apart from the ones we caused that is.

The bodies appear to be of ordinary folk. Perhaps these are the missing villagers, or at least, some of them.

Healaugh tunes his hurdy-gurdy and sings a lament for the fallen. His face is very grim.

Darvyl stretches out on the sand as Healaugh plays. Soon, he begins to snore gently.

You see figures moving about on the deck of one of the ships in the bay.

Healaugh kicks Darvyl awake none too gently.

"No time for that lad. Reckon more company's on way."

"Oof. Right." Darvyl grabs up his weapons and looks about.

"Mebbe goat's Mistrrress Inge, bint it?"

The boats appear to be a merchantman cog, and a faster raker used for raiding.

Perception checks.

Perception (1d20 4=17)

The halfling squints out to sea.

It's not several figures, but one large figure, pacing up and down on the deck of the raker.

"Happen that might be "Sweet Inge."" mutters Healaugh, pointing out the figure to his friends. "Big lass, bain't she?"

"Finally," Darvyl says with satisfaction.

What now, brave ones? The row boats will fit 3 each at a squeeze, with one rowing. Good thing several of you are quite small.

"Greylan - hope tha' dostna get seasick. Be needing tha to hold off fire."

Healaugh fusses around, trying to arrange for each boat to have someone with ranged power in it.

Greylan looks dubious.