Wrath of the Righteous- Beer and Pretzels (Inactive)

Game Master drbuzzard

Uelarik shrugs and takes one of the resistance scales.

He then points up at the backpack. "There might be something useful in that backpack. Can anyone climb up there? If not, that cloud walking scale may be helpful."

Tanrov takes a resistance scale

"Thankyou Terendelev, may you reach you deserved destination in the afterlife by the grace of Pharasma."

"Well, I guess I give the cloudstep scale a shot". Xanarian uses the silver scale to activate the cloudstepping abilities to reach the hanging backpack.

"Now he finds out it only levitates up, not down...."

The officer was too marveled by his scale of Weapon, which was appropiately close in form to a guard badge to present himself.

As the rest point out the backpack, Marcus steps forth.
"There won't be no need, Xandarian, as you might need the magic later. Name's Marcus, Marcus McCain." he adds.

If he gets to climb before Xanfy magicks his say to the backpack...

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"You can call me Spiderguard." jokes the moustache & bearded grizzly man as he climbs as easily as he qould slap your crap up.

The cleric activates his scale as Marcus scampers up like a monkey.

The pack itself is a masterwork backpack that contains 10 days of trail rations, a flint and steel, a set of caltrops, two flasks of oil, a bundle of 12 arrows, and two potions.

Craft Alchemy to ID Potions: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Cure light wounds and lesser restoration.

"Could be useful if we run into more maggots."

The pack itself is a masterwork backpack that contains 10 days of trail rations, a flint and steel, a set of caltrops, two flasks of oil, a bundle of 12 arrows, and two potions.

"Wow! That's super useful", exclaims Xandarian.

"Hold back a little enthusiasm .... it's not like we found a sack of gold."

"Well, master half-orc", tsked Xandarian, "you continue your vigil of that gift horse's mouth, you never know what will jump out and grab you. Besides, how will gold help us in this current situation?"

Tanrov watches the display and merely touches his holy symbol and murmurs a short thanks

"Food is more important than gold, we are trapped down here for who knows how long, Xandarian is correct to be happy. Plus he a Caidenite, they are supposed to be happy."

"If we are stuck down here too long, he will be a Caidenite without anything to imbibe. That will not be good. So shall we continue on. Maybe check the other tunnel.", Keven says to the group and as he smiles you see a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"I don't think he will have to suffer the thirst, citizens, for I never leave home without my flasks!" says Marcus before showing them his flasks of whiskey "After a long day maintaining the peace and safety of the city, I always enjoy some fine whiskey while I sit on the city walls. I won't drink while on duty, but you aren't subject to such fine standards." he says, not a sign of mockery but simple and plain honesty in his voice. The manly guard offers Xandarian a flask.

There is both a tunnel leaving this chamber heading east, and the option of backtracking to the northern passage if you prefer.

Uelarik peers down the eastern passage. "Let's keep moving."

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Gold can buy you happiness...." Mol says as he scouts the tunnel headed east.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

You advance into the tunnel to find that you can go either west (which is likely the place you skipped), or continue east.

"Probably shouldn't leave anything unchecked..."

Molitor takes a look back to the west.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

You think that after careful observation, there might just be a tunnel leading west.

Everyone else following you, who didn't decide to study their bunions, sees:

This smaller cavern appears to have once served as a campsite or temporary lair. A torn bedroll lies next to the cold remains of a fire. A pile of bones, broken equipment, and rubble lies just past the campsite.

Tanrov moves into the abandoned campsite Earthbreaker in hand to see if he can find anything of use amongst the leftovers

"Hopefully whoever it was left something useful."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

As you move to the campsite to look around, a bunch of giant cockroaches burst out of the debris and attack!

<DUN DUN DUN>

4 roaches. Init time.

init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Three maggots at first, now four roaches... drbuzzard please, don't scale this up until the swarms. You know how much I hate them...

"More denizens of the underhive! Prepare to get justice'd!" yells the guard as he begins his fisted charge.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Arg what a waste

Three maggots at first, now four roaches... drbuzzard please, don't scale this up until the swarms. You know how much I hate them...

Don't you realize you're just giving me ideas?

initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Did someone say roaches......"

During this time, Xandarian has been in the rear, helping to move the wounded.
As the roaches burst from their hidey-holes, the cleric draws his light mace, and curses.
"Gah! F#<*ing bugs! Suck my nads!"
Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Well, at least my initiative didn't suck as much as the half-orc's.

"Just biding my time mister happy drunk!"

Uelarik sighs. "More vermin..."

Init: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Uelarik sighs. "More vermin..."

"And we have Giant cockroaches as well..."

Kevin yells out, "Maggots! Roaches! We're moving up the chain of gross and disgusting. Bet it ends with some sort of demon."

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

OK, everyone but Molitor and Xandarian are up.

You are all aware that the roaches are there, but some of you are pretty far away from them.

Marcus moves to face the rightmost roach, charging into battle fists first.

"Have at thee, ugly pest!"
Charge Right Fist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

You piledrive it, making a crunching noise, but it is clearly still in the fight.

Uelarik moves up and holds for Tanrov to move and give him line of sight before firing on one of the roaches not engaged.

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Tanrov moves about 15feet and then brings the hammer down Growling as he builds up his swing "NnnnrrrrrrAaaaaa... raaaarrrrr"

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Earthbreaker Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18

Kevin moves toward the fight yelling out as he moves, "I'm on my way to help! Looks like we're getting dirty again."

Tanrov splats a roach with no kill like overkill.

Xandarian holds his action until the cockroaches get within melee range. The cleics first priority is the safety of the injured, not squashing bugs.
Besides it looks like the unjured are kicking serious ass!

Waitin' on roaches....

roaches attack!

(and in some cases advance, but that doesn't sound as important)

on Marcus
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 6 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 miss
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 18 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 hit

on Tanrov
to hit: 1d20 ⇒ 13 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 miss

PCs are up again (Molitor and Xandarian round 1, rest top of round 2)

Molitor move up to engage roach #1.

Kevin moves up next to Molitor and attacks the roach (1). "I'll help you here, Molitor."

Scimitar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

With a loud crunching noise, Kevin chops into the roach, doing a nasty looking wound, but not dropping it.

Tanrov examines the cockroach attacking him.. The head seems the most vulnerable point and it moves to the left side after each strike

Tanrov uses studied target on the cockroach attacking him

With the silence of concentration Tanrov brings up the massive hammer and then swings down at the roaches head

Earthbreaker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Earthbreaker Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 2) + 7 = 10

After plowing the Earthbreaker into the ground
"Dammit, now you change your pattern of movement.. "

well I didn't need to say miss

The cleric will continue to hold his action, guarding the injured. But if the defenders are in need to healing, Xandarian will advance to administer heals.

Marxus follows his assault with a right fist to the thingy's mouth and a left handed slap to show it its place.

Attacking the one Kevin already attacked.
Right Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Left Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Right Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

And the thing learnt its place.

You finish it off.