Initiative
Robed Derro 25
Hrafn 15
Ragnarr 11
Dorvarr 7
Warrior Derro 7
Vladimir 4
Skeletons 4
The robed figure throws his cowl back exposing a hideous sight. A grisly work of scars and mutilations run across the sorceror's pale face. He lifts his hand towards the barbarian and screeches an arcane command. A shimmering blue light springs from his finger and darts at the crouched barbarian.
Ragnarr flings himself backwards but the ray catches him just in the shoulder. The half-orc feels a black cold grip his bones sapping his strength.
Hrafn moves up the tunnel to the chamber incanting quickly as the undead shamble forth. The druid holds three stones which as he finishes his incantation glow brightly with a fiery light.
Ragnarr's eyes widen in fear as the bolt of blue light strikes him and saps his strength. For a moment, it seems as though he might flee, but he regains his courage as Hrafn moves ahead of him in the chamber. The man-beast joins his companion, swinging his axe at the nearest skeleton. Although his weakened shoulder bothers him somewhat, he still manages to land a good blow on his undead foe .
Although his weakened shoulder bothers him somewhat, he still manages to land a good blow on his undead foe .
Ragnarr's blow rips through the skeleton's ribcage sending bones to the ground in a heap. The two skeletons take no notice as they advance axes held aloft.
Dorvarr up.
The stout man brandishes his warhammer in front of him. "By Thor's divine might, stand down unholy creatures!"
Dorvarr's divine words push the skeletal dvergar back as they turn ready to flee into the darkness before the power of Thor.
The derro warrior crouches behind the ice-encrusted bellows near the hearth. His crossbow twangs as a shot fires at Hrafn.
The bolt slams deep into Hrafn's shoulder. The druid cries out in pain as he feels the chill of the grave enter his blood.
Vlad up.
The skeletal figures retreat before Dorvarr's command. Vladimir gripping his sword and shield, presses through his comrades bellowing a challenge to the dvergar. His charge is slowed by the icy ground underfoot as he closes with the derro warrior.
Seeing his undead minions retreat and the figure of the charging knight advancing, the robed dvergar backs away to the altar at the rear of the chamber. His disfigured face shows a venomous expression of hate as he directs his mind outward to the knight. Vladimir feels a dizzying mental force assaulting his senses.
The knight reels as he feels his mind hammered by the dvergar's overpowering will.
Hrafn steadies his sling hurling one of the glowing stones at the dvergar sorcerer. The stone strikes only a glancing blow across the derro's pate. He snarls in maddened rage his eyes fixing upon the druid.
Ragnarr up.
Ragnarr rushes at his foe, and though he attempts to swing his axe with all his might, his weakened shoulder results interferes...
Ragnarr rushes at his foe, and though he attempts to swing his axe with all his might, his weakened shoulder results interferes...
[ooc[ You can reach the warrior in a single move action from where you are but not the sorcerer. Moving to the sorcerer would indeed provoke an AoO from the warrior.{/ooc]
Ragnarr with Vladimir close against the dvergar. The barbarian's axe swing goes wide as the warrior sidesteps the half-orc's attack.
Dorvarr laughs heartily at the fleeing undead. "Away with you, foul things. Ha ha. May Thor's strength be our own!"
Dorvarr laughs heartily at the fleeing undead. "Away with you, foul things. Ha ha. May Thor's strength be our own!"
Skeletons started to flee after Vladimir's action (bottom of rnd 1). They're out of the way.
The cursed dvergar warrior snarls as the two men-at-arms close upon him. He steps back and lets out an unearthly shout that ripples through the air detonating with a deafening shock.
The roof of the cavern shakes sending a scattering of icy rocks tumble down. A heaving sound echoes and then stops. The roof is on the verge of caving in but holds at least for a time...
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Spot DC 15
You see dimly through the darkness at the rear of the chamber rotting timbers supporting the roof the cavern. They bend and buckle under the current strain.
The cursed dvergar warrior snarls as the two men-at-arms close upon him. He steps back and lets out an unearthly shout that ripples through the air detonating with a deafening shock.
The roof of the cavern shakes sending a scattering of icy rocks tumble down. A heaving sound echoes and then stops. The roof is on the verge of caving in but holds at least for a time...
Ragnarr's eyes widen in shock as the dvergar warrior roars deafeningly. The man-beast cringes, and avoids the worst from a falling chunk of ceiling.
Ragnarr's eyes widen in shock as the dvergar warrior roars deafeningly. The man-beast cringes, and avoids the worst from a falling chunk of ceiling.
Did you count bless?
Ragnarr's eyes widen in shock as the dvergar warrior roars deafeningly. The man-beast cringes, and avoids the worst from a falling chunk of ceiling.
Did you count bless?
Vlad up, then top o round.
Vlad, dazed, swings his head back and forth, keeping his sword raised, but unable to clear his vision and concentrate past the ringing in his ears. The ground quakes underneath him, but he widens his stance and tries to keep himself defended.
The robed figure draws a curved dagger from his person and cackling whips it in the path of the dazed knight.
The dagger only just penetrates Vladimir's armour making a shallow cut on the knight's arm. A cold chill grips Vladimir sapping his endurance.
Hrafn's Fort save (vs stun) 15=13+2
The druid slings another shot at the sorcerer scoring a square hit. The dvergar reels from the blow cursing in his black tongue.
Ragnarr up.
Ragnarr freaks out at the roaring dvergar warrior. The man-beast's eyes turn to show their whites and he bellows right back at the dwarf at the top of his lungs, spittle hanging from his lip. He steps forward and plunges his axe into the warrior.
Ragnarr freaks out at the roaring dvergar warrior. The man-beast's eyes turn to show their whites and he bellows right back at the dwarf at the top of his lungs, spittle hanging from his lip. He steps forward and plunges his axe into the warrior.
Through sheer brute force the barbarian's axe drives through the warrior's armour plunging deep into the creature's flesh. A hot stream of blood gushes from the ruinous wound. The dvergar howls and staggers. A mortal blow, but the dvergar's unholy will to fight on keeps him on his feet.
Dorvarr up.
Seeing the warrior almost crumple under the barbarian's swing, the stout man quickly shifts his hammer to his shield hand and pulls a javelin, lobbing it at the robed figure.
"May Thor's lightning strike you down!"
Seeing the warrior almost crumple under the barbarian's swing, the stout man quickly shifts his hammer to his shield hand and pulls a javelin, lobbing it at the robed figure.
"May Thor's lightning strike you down!"
The derro deftly ducks, narrowly avoiding being spitted upon the javelin. His madness consumes him as he hurls himself backwards firing off the last shot from his strange looking light crossbow.
Fort sv=11 dam=1 con
Seeing the warrior almost crumple under the barbarian's swing, the stout man quickly shifts his hammer to his shield hand and pulls a javelin, lobbing it at the robed figure.
"May Thor's lightning strike you down!"
The derro deftly ducks, narrowly avoiding being spitted upon the javelin. His madness consumes him as he hurls himself backwards firing off the last shot from his strange looking light crossbow.
Fort sv=11 dam=1 con
At me?
Ragnarr is astounded to find his foe still standing. He presses the attack, intending to hack him to bits, but in his fury fails to notice a fallen piece of debris at his feet and nearly trips over it, resulting in a wild swing that completely misses the bloodied dvergar...
Yeah my bad on everything here. In the midst of moving so not writing/reading clearly. OK so yeah Dorvarr's javelin was aimed at the sorcerer. Not the warrior. Don't know how I got that mixed up. Also in which case it was a palpable hit. Injured but still kicking.
And yes Ragnarr should've had an AoO on the crossbow wielding derro. Go ahead roll for that and temporarily ignore the results of the warrior's last attack.
Sorry for the confusion. I'll be able to post tomorrow but after that I will be out of touch for a few days (until Wed-Thurs).
In his madness, Ragnarr continues to swing wildly at his foe -- left, then right, then left -- but his blows are awkward and off the mark. The man-beast roars in frustration...
Vlad you were only stunned for 1 rnd. You're free to act
Just to repost. Vlad up then top o round (3 i believe)
Initiative
Robed Derro 25
Hrafn 15
Ragnarr 11
Dorvarr 7
Warrior Derro 7
Vladimir 4
Vlad, regaining his vigor, surges forwards at the robed derro. He screams a battle-cry challenging the thing's honour, ancestors, and parentage as he crashes into it, sword descending like a thunderbolt.
Vladimir's strike cuts a bloody swath down the sorcerer's chest. He staggers under the force of the blow as his lifeblood slips onto the floor. Though the wound is more than such a creature should bear it as if some unholy force feeds his stamina sustaining him, if just.
A crazed expression flashes across his gaunt and pale face. He cackles madly before releasing a deafening blast from his lips aimed towards the ceiling. A cracking sound echoes followed by a thunderous quake as rock and ice come tumbling down engulfing the chamber.
atk +4 dam=2d6 bludgeoning
atk roll links (in init order)
Robed Derro atk 5
Hrafn atk 20 dam 7
Ragnarr atk 16 dam 5
Dorvarr 19 dam 7
Warrior Derro 16 dam 9
Vladimir 19 dam 3
The cowering skeletons are crushed instantly by the collapsing rubble. A quick single scream escapes the warrior's lips just before he completely dissapears under the rock and ice.
Miraculously, the sorcerer escaped harm.
Hrafn lobs his last stone at the insane dvergar but the throw goes wide sailing overhead.
atk 6
Ragnarr up.
Ragnarr roars as a chunk of ice hits his already tender shoulder, but he acts as though he were completely oblivious to the considerable wounds he has suffered during this battle. He whirls about, frantically swinging his axe at his bloodied opponent.
The sorceror attempts to turn and flee before the half-orc but Ragnarr's axe catches the dvergar's neck biting clean through. Pale lifeless eyes gaze up blankly from the sorceror's severed head. A silence falls upon the chamber only disturbed by the sifting crackling sounds of ice and rock silt overhead.
Spot DC 12
Spot 12.
Vlad, weary from the battle, the interrupted night, and from being struck by falling ice and rock, quickly spots the anvil at the rear of the room. He wipes the gore from his blade, and sheathes it, then raises his shield above his head. "We should tread carefully. And quietly."
The stout man ventures to the alcove. He examines the smithing tools quickly, then the mushrooms.
"These must be the Ironblooms. Let's gather them up and get back to the town."
The stout man ventures to the alcove. He examines the smithing tools quickly, then the mushrooms.
"These must be the Ironblooms. Let's gather them up and get back to the town."
As the last of their opponents fall, Ragnarr continues to hack away at the remains of the sorcerer. "Let's... make sure... he is... really dead... forever!", he rasps. Then, his task done, he exhales deeply, looking shaky and completely drained. "Yes... we found what we came for... let's get out of here..."
The stout man ventures to the alcove. He examines the smithing tools quickly, then the mushrooms.
"These must be the Ironblooms. Let's gather them up and get back to the town."
As Ragnarr unleashes his rage upon the corpse of the black sorcerer, the stout cleric treads closer and sees amidst the frost and ice covering the floor a great swath of mushrooms. Crouching down he identifies them indeed as the ironbloom you have come seeking. The last ingredient Unn seeks has now been found and judging from the amount growing in the cavern there is easily more than enough.
The band gathers up handfuls of the strange mushrooms stowing them away in your pouches and sacks. Hrafn is visibly relived at the prospect of returning to the surface and leaving the icy caverns of darkness behind.
The stout man collects the mushrooms, perusing the smithing tools quickly to see if there any worthwhile tools to take back.
The stout man collects the mushrooms, perusing the smithing tools quickly to see if there any worthwhile tools to take back.
The smithing tools despite the ages are in relatively good condition. A few have rusted away but several tongs, pliers and other forging tools of dvergar craftsmanship remain virtually untouched by the ages. Also by the anvil sits a strange liquid in a clear flask. A few words in dvergar are etched in the glass.
DvergarAs Dorvarr rummages through the smithing tools his breath catches; several large ingots of unworked black mithral lie out on a worktable.
Appraise DC 13
The stout man collects the forge tools and ingots, thrilled at the prospect of working the rare materials.
"Well lads, shall we leave this place?"