Wrath of the Righteous Table Unwavering (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

Yes Naravash. Sorry. Seems I missed that when I updated the post.

Frowning at the strike, Naravash hops back out of reach before drawing another arrow and snapping off a studied shot.

Shortbow (favored target, pbs, bless): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Free Action: 5 ft step
Move Action: Favored Target
Standard Action: Rooty Tooty Aim and Shooty

"Wrong weapon again!" Red Stick curses, as he drops his whip, unsheathes his falchion, and cuts the creature off Sarthonn's head.

Attack+MW: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Damage+Sneak(Grappled, right?): 2d4 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 3) + 5 + (3) = 15
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Crit Damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1) + 5 = 10

Sarthonn, unable to see through the creature, drops his Morningstar and draws a weapon more useful in cutting things off of himself. His newly masterwork-ed dagger from it's sheath.

Assuming his hand is free, he stabs at the darkmantle that is choking him.

Stab with dagger: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

And swing carefully, Red Stick!!!!

What? Just trim a little off the top? Okay!

lol You guys are hilarious. Sathonn might want to Retcon as Red loped the creature off your head. Razul please recon your move as the creature flew off and Red just decapitated one.

Initative Order - Round 1
Darkmantle x2
Aravashinal - Done
Naravash - Done
Sarthonn - Retcon
Horgus - Done
Razul - Retcon
Anevia - Done
Red Stick -Done
Caelus
Morgrym
Everyone else is up.

Naravash shoots an arrow striking it elicitng a high pitch screech of pain while Red's handily takes the head off the creature on Sathonn amidst hearty protests from Sarthonn. Horgus in his rush pulls down Aravashinal and Anevia sending all of them in a heap.

Just change club to sling...

Looks like we're back at it again boys!

Morgrym pulls out his warhammer and swings at the remaining darkmantle.

Splat!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Oynar leaps to the attack at the remaining darkmantle:

bite attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Caelus steps up and stabs (if it's still moving...)
mw longspear: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Sarthonn will do half a retcon.

As the darkmantle grabs Sarthonn about the head and neck, he drops his Morningstar and draws a dagger from its sheath.

Once Red Stick scored a decisive blow in the creature, Sarthonn can see again and moves to engage the other darkmantle.

"Nice work with that cleaver, Red Stick," compliments Sarthonn.

After that, Sarthonn moves to attack, slashing with his dagger.

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Confirm crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
extra damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Red Stick scans the ceiling. "I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't more of them in here." He hoists his falchion over his head, in an attempt to keep things from falling on him. "Be on the lookout."

He scans the statues and the ceiling for any more surprises.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

The remaining Darkmantle didn't survive long as the rest of the party falls on it despatching it in short order.

The statues and Ceiling doesn't seem to anymore Darkmantles anymore.

Caelus nods, and brings holds his spear very close to him...

Sarthonn re-sheathes his dagger and picks up his Morningstar.

"Are those creatures natural or tools of the demons?" he wonders aloud. While everybody recovers, he looks around the room and the statues.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

There doesn't seem to be any more foes within this room but Sarthonn seems to have heard something. A chant or maybe a poem.

At a chin-gesture from Caelus, Oynar pads quietly around the front edge of the group, pausing to sniff the ground and cocking a head to listen.

perception and scent: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Sarthonn speaks up, "Everybody, Shush!" he says as he tries to get the others to be silent. "I think I hear something, like a chant or somebody reading. Let's see if we can figure out what it is."

"I'm not sure what those things were, Sarthonn. If they were tools of Kenabres' invaders, then-" he stops suddenly as Sarthonn raises his hand in warning. At the half-elf's words, Naravash readies his bow again and begins to move forward quietly alongside Oynar.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Morgrym listens to the wishes of his compatriots and stays back and quiet.

Red Stick gathers his whip and stays back this time, bow at the ready, to guard the companions.

Caelus is content to wait, quietly, in the back ranks, keeping an eye on their charges.

Sarthonn continues to grip his Morningstar and strains to hear the sounds. He creeps forward, trying to position himself between the scouts and the rest of the group.

Hovering in the air is what seems to be dwarf, unkempt and chewing on what seems to be raw meat. His beady eyes peer towwards you.

"Intruders? Crusaders come to claim my life? HA HA HA HA, Millorn will crush you like bugs. Yessss Crush you like bugs and suck your marrow from your bones........Yesss marrow is sweet."

He seems well prepared to face you as his image flickers and fades. His skin seems shiny as if something hovers before him and around his skin.

Razul stares at the dwarf. "Was there a run of evilness in the dwarves of this city recently?"

Red Stick shrugs. "I don't know. But he's right, marrow is sweet. Although I'm partial to sheep marrow. Oh, and keeping mine in my bones, too."

He calls out to the floating dwarf, bow still at the ready. "Hey! Hey you! Yeah. Who's Millorn? And why would we want to kill you?"

Not trusting the obviously hostile dwarf, Naravash's gaze narrows as he scrutinizes the man. He keeps his bow ready in case things turn suddenly violent, but he gives words a chance nonetheless.

Swift Action: favored target
Standard: Ready an attack if the dwarf casts a spell

Readied Attack (Shortbow): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

How high in the air is the dwarf? If he is out of reach of a melee weapon, I'll draw my shortbow and ready an attack like Naravash. Otherwise, ready my Morningstar.

"Why would the Crusaders want to take your life?" Sarthonn responds, "Are you in league with the Abyss?"

Caelus squints at the dwarf, trying to determine what magics are at play about it.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"I am Millorn. Wait Who is Millorn? Ah Ha Millorn is dead ha ha ha ha. Flee from me Crusaders. HA HA HA HA. Millorn will find oyur meat sweet and your marrow nourishing as Millorn sucks it out."

The dwarf giggles throughout his speech and seems to be speaking with himself.

Caleus finds himself unable to determine what spells are at play but it seems that there are quite a few. An important fact to note is that the dwarf seems to be standing 60 feet off the ground.

"Millorn is mad." Razul shakes his head, leans on his club as a walking stick and moves forward, paying no attention to the floating dwarf.

Red Stick smirks and cocks his head in greeting. "What a pleasure it is to meet you, Millorn. You know, we were just crushing a whole bunch of bugs yesterday, further down this chamber, back the way we came. It's also quite Crusader-free! And behind it all... Past the temple, beyond the bugs... is a whole pile of fresh marrow just waiting to be eaten! Bodies coming pre-crushed, bones just waiting to be cracked open! It would be a shame to leave it to the bugs, don't you think?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Yet another o' me kin, and just as bonkers as the last. Tis a day tha' Torag weeps.

Sarthonn waits to see if Red Stick's talk is helpful. If nothing comes of it, play the scene below. Otherwise, he will let diplomacy work.

"Bonkers or not, Morgrym, I don't want to cower here forever. There is clearly magic involved, but I have no idea how dangerous this Millorn is."

With that, Sarthonn puts his bow and arrows away and re-draws his longsword LOL, maybe he should take a rank in perform(juggling) as much as Sarthonn switches weapons. and starts toward the other end of the cave.

"Follow me, all!" says Sarthonn as he tries to get everyone moving. And may Iomedae protect me if there is bad magic, he thinks.

Sarthonn is tired of the standoff. He's trying to make something happen.

Naravash inches closer but stays close to the wall on his left, his bow drawn but lowered; ready to loose in the blink of an eye if the dwarf tries anything untoward.

Maintaining readied action from above

"Noooooooo. Why are you leaving. Milorn and I want to eat you!!! Milly too......"

Millorn waves his hands, provoking an attack from Naravash who is ready just for this action as he fires an arrow straight into Millorn's Chest as a wave of color erupts from his hands enveloping both Razul and Sarthonn who seem to be waling away.

Miss chance <20% 1d100 ⇒ 37
Concentration check VS DC 20 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Will Save DC 16 required from Razul and Sarthonn.

Millorn Initative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Red Stick Initative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Caelus Initative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Morgrym Initative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Naravash Avernus Initative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Razul Initative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Sarthonn Initative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
GM Roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
GM Roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
GM Roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Initative Order
Millorn
Sarthonn
Caelus
Aravashinal
Razul
Horgus
Naravash
Red Stick
Anevia
Morgrym
Millorn is done. Everybody is up.

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Razul blinks against the color as it envelopes him. "Damnable insane dwarves!" he mutters and unslings his sling, launching a bullet at the dwarf! Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 for 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 damage!

Sarthonn grits his teeth and tries to overcome the disorientation of the colored lights.

Will Save: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Unable to ignore the brightly colored wave lights, Sarthonn stands in awe, unable to take any actions.

He should be unconscious, blind, and stunned for a few rounds. Give him a good smacking!

Naravash stalks closer to the floating dwarf but doesn't loose a shot, instead holding his bow at the ready in the event the insane mage tries another spell.

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

I can't adjust the map from my phone, so I'll move Naravash once I get home. The idea is to shimmy 5 squares to the east and get positioned behind him.

Milorn! Come closer so I can knock some sense into ye!

Morgrym moves closer and readies to hit Milorn should he fall within striking distance.

Will move Morgrym once everyone else has had a chance to move

With a grimace of regret, Caelus gestures quickly, and Oynar's form dissolves into silvery mist.
Std action - dismiss Eidolon

Moved on map, as well

Giving Millorn the stink-eye, Red Stick separates from the group and takes cover behind a statue. He carefully waits for Millorn to attempt another spell or attack.

Moved, ready an action to shoot if Millorn casts a spell or attacks

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

It is a good day to suck.

"Awww... The night is nigh or the night is nigh. Ye fellow dwarf with flesh and bones and mind is right. There was one with his flesh gone, now there is another with my mind gone. Would ye be the one with his spirit gone??? Millorn sings as he unleashes yet another spell again but Naravash's arrow forces his chant to cut off.

Miss chance <20% 1d100 ⇒ 28
Concentration Check VS DC 15 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Didn't we give that one dwarf his spirit back? He sure seemed fleshy to me..."

Red Stick holds position to let another fly with the next spell or attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Naravash scowls at the crazy floating dwarf but holds another shot ready in case he tries casting again.
Readied Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
d'awwww =\

Initative Order
Millorn -Done
Sarthonn
Caelus
Aravashinal
Razul
Horgus
Naravash -Done
Red Stick -Done
Anevia
Morgrym
Everybody else is up.

Sarthonn should be unconscious, stunned, and blind from the color spray.

Sarthonn thinks to himself, uuunnnnnnnnggggggggg........

Millorn if ye won't come down then I'll just have to get ye down meself!

Morgrym calls out to Torag for help, casting Command for Millorn to Fall DC 15

Razul pulls one of his precious flasks of holy water out, hefts it and throws it at Milorn. Ranged touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 for 2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 if he's undead or an evil outsider.