Zinou's Shades of Ice Trilogy (standard) (Inactive)

Game Master Zinou

So what are you doing, other than healing and grinning? :)

Hood cleans off his lance and glowers at any more humans considering picking on those smaller than they are.

He walks over to Hjort.

"Never mess with a stunt man," he grins. "Now, how about you tell us what happened to Skagni and his house. I'd rather not use my lance on you, too."

"Wha-what? No! Please, no killingz me! I... I was never Hjort!" he says, wiping the sweat off his face, smearing the red tattoo in the shape of the scar on his left cheek. Theadric realizes that this man, if he actually is Hjort, seems much too naive to be the droid target you're looking for.

"Wha-what? No! Please, no killingz me! I... I was never Hjort!"

"So, if you are not Hjort... Why are you taking his place? I mean, why are you disguising to pass by him? Tell us and we will help you."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Dey sayz I do dis and after I can join the Shadow lodge. Runa and Hjort. Very kind. Dey paid me."

The man seems to tell the truth. When asked to give more details, he doesn't wait to reply.

"R-really! Well, this guy, Hjort. He kinda looks like me, minus the scar on the left cheek." The look alike smiles. "He and this lady, Runa White or something, they come into town and give me this great deal. I just sit in here for a couple of months, drink some ale, have a good time! They said they were preparing to go to the armory, dressed up as these... Path-fingers. Yeah, I think that's their name Path-fingers or something like that. They said there were gonna burn it down, but they were jokin'...right?"

You notice that the gears turn in his head. "Oh no. Wait, were they serious about that? Maybe that's why they were disguised as Path-fingers. So they would take the blame! They would be dragged out and hunted down. And Castellan Darkwine would lose so much power."

The look alike seems quite hesitant and somewhat guilty about what he may have done.

Raising an eyebrow at the frightened man, Rogzul looks him over and tries to tell if he speak the truth.

"If you are not Hjort, do you know where he is?"
Sense motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

- Man... You are in trouble, those two got you Path-fingered. Tell us where they are now, and we will just leave, with no more trouble coming your way.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

"Wait...who's this 'Darkwine' fellow? Did I miss that somewhere," Hood asks.

- Man... You are in trouble, those two got you Path-fingered.

hahaha, I did not expect that. :D

The look-alike seems rather confused. "W-What? I don't know more about him. And as I just told you, they are at the armory. The one from the Castellan Darkwine, the lord running this part of land. I-I guess you should hurry!"

Any other questions? I think we can go over to the armory. :)

The front door to the armory is made of a heavy, thick wood and is bound by iron. At several points across the door, visible cracks and splintered wood can be seen. The battered door stands slightly ajar, opening inward to darkness.

Four men stand outside the door, weapons drawn. They seem to be investigating the door as the party arrives.

"Halt! Who goes there! Are you involved with the disturbance here? Speak quickly, or submit to the law of Castellan Darkwine!"

To make it short, the men here are hostile towards you, but they can be calmed down. You can also just fight them, if you want.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Rogzul looks at the men and realizes how tense they are. Holding his palms up he takes on step toward them and pauses.

"Castellon Darkwine has made enemies. We are friends. We want to help." Rogzul then explains what they heard from faux Hjort and hopes that when he's done the men have chosen to stand down.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Sense Motive DC 10: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

"Yes! As my big friend here said, we are here to help. With your permission, we can enter in the armory and check for any intruders. It will be a pleasure to help you", says Rimble to the men, with a pleasant smile in face.

Diplomacy (aid another - Rogzul): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Angus and Fang stay quiet and keep back, not willing to make the guards any more nervous.

Though Hood hadn't been mounted in the bar, he once again rides his trusty pony, Zyzzyx. He listens as the others speak and tries to help.

"Yeah...someone is trying to move against this Darkwine fellow. We're here to help, in as spectacular a way as possible."

Turning to his companions, he whispers, "Did anyone bring explosives?"

diplo aid: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Rogzul's plea, aided by Rimble and Theadric arguments, manages to calm down the soldiers, who sheathe their axes. "You have a point. Sorry for jumping to conclusions like that. Well, I guess you should hurry, then." simply says the man who seems to be the leader as they stand aside and let you investigate the building.

A short hallway greets you upon entering the armory. Bits of shattered wood and iron are strewn across the floor and disappear into darkness. All of the lights are doused, casting the armory into total darkness (it has no windows on the ground floor). You'll need some kind of light source.

Perception DC 25: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Well, I think we need some light here", Rimble says before casts Light over Theadric's lance. "It's better now", he smiles.

Angus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Fang: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Angus and Fang peer about, but have nothing to add.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Is this something I can smell? If it is than I pass the DC, but I'll wait for your ruling. Never mind my animal companion passed.
Perception - Kashag (Spirit Animal): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

Rogzul grunts at the gnomes need for light. "Eyes that do not see in the dark. How did gnomes live so long?"

As he gloats about his darkvision the hawk on his shoulder grows agitated and stares off to the west.
"Kashag hears something! We are not alone!" The half orc points toward the sound and waits for the frontliners to inspect.

"No! We be spotted!"
"We be no gnome!"
"WE BE GOBLIIIIIIIIINZZ!"
"SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!"
The voices come from both sides of the armory and three goblins and their mangy mutt emerge from the east and west sides of the barracks. The party is quicker to react, though, only Rogzul is surprised by the attack.
"You no say we be gnomes!" says one of them, genuinely pissed off.

Trollheim Armory - Round 1 - Fight!
Theadric, Angus+Fang, Seytiko, Vires, Rimble
GOBLINZ!
Rogzul

"GOB'INS!" Angus cries, stepping forward and unslinging his scythe. Fang steps behind him, snapping around the corner!

Angus: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 for 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10 damage!
FANG: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 damage!

Fang and Angus murder savagely a flatfooted goblin!

"No be... gnome!"

- Peanut butter, goblin time!

Seytiko trows a spell at the goblins.

I cast grease at the two goblins on the left. DC 14.

Ref save G: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Ref save R: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

They both like peanut butter a lot but they prefer humanoid flesh. They don't fall in the trap!

Rimble will delay to act after Rogzul.

Vires, Theadric and Rogzul are still up! Rimble is in delay.

Vires moves forward to attack "you'll be dead and a passing thought" attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

blaarrg always when I get max damage...a miss...

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"I was not expecting a gnome infestation!" Hood yells to his companions, obviously trying to rile up the enemy. "Cursed gnomes, with their green skin, balloon heads, and non-existent intellect!"

The halfling can't maneuver past anyone to get in an attack.

"Cursed gnomes, with their green skin, balloon heads, and non-existent intellect!

"I heard that!" shouts Rimble from the back.

don't I go after the goblins?

Oh, yeah, sorry about that, Rogzul.

Vires misses his blow and Theadric curses at the gobs, waiting for an opening.
The goblin in front of Vires unsheathes a short sword and tries to stab the barbarian but misses widely, however, using a clever goblin-tactic, the other one hits the rager.
The dog bite a

Red vs Vires: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Yellow vs Vires: 1d20 + 4 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 4 - 4 = 16 Threat! for Arrow: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Yellow vs Vires: 1d20 + 4 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 - 4 = 3 Nope.
Dog vs Angus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 for Bite: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 and a DC 12 fort save, please

Trollheim Armory - Round 2 - Party's up!
Rogzul, Theadric, Angus [23/30] +Fang, Seytiko, Vires [18/20], Rimble
GOBLINZ!

@GM Zinou, does Rimble have line of sight to the dog, if he stands at the green "X" on the map?

Yes, he does.

Round 1

Rimble flies inside the room with Antoniollus, and fires a magic missile against the dog with the yellow collar.

Wand o Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The half-orc steps to the side and stares intently at the only goblin he can see in these tight quarters chanting in orcish beneath his breath as he does.

Hex on Red, Evil Eye DC14 Will Save. -2 to AC for 7 rounds. Successful save reduces effect to 1 round.

Angus Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Angus shrugs off the dog's mangy breath and lice-infested hide as it bites him and tries to give back!

Angus Vs Dog!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 for 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10 damage!
Fang vs Dog!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 damage!

Though things are tight, Hood manages to find an opening, and thrusts his lance into the goblin ahead of him. red

Having enormous fun, at the expense of both the goblins and Rimble, the halfling yells "Kill the gnomes! Kill the gnomes!"

lance attack (cold iron): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Will save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

The red-clad goblin shrugs off the evil eye hex, at least partially but takes a pointy lance on his side.
In the meantime, Rimble, Angus and Fang work as a team and manage to kill the dog.

Seytiko and Vires are up!

Red is cursed for 1 round. [-2 AC]

Knowing how best to insult a goblin vires quips "why you clean gnome I bet you have read a lot of books haven't you" attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

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Vires splits the goblin before him in half!

Seytiko is up! One goblin remains.

Sorry for the delay. Eh...

- Great job, team! I'' cover you, go finish the 'nomes.

Seytiko waves his paws excitedly.

It's just too crowded (=

Okay, then...

The last goblin moves forward and tries to attack Vires over the dead body of his friend with his bow. "Youz be dead!" but fails to hit the barbarian.

Yellow vs Vires: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Trollheim Armory - Round 3 - Party's up!
Rogzul, Theadric, Angus [23/30] + Fang, Seytiko, Vires [18/20], Rimble
GOBLINZ!

"but then what will be your job..."vires replies as he attacks

attack : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

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Aaaaand that's it!

The goblin lets out a final breath as the barbarian butchers him.

End of the combat! Well done :)

As the party regroups, you hear the sound of footsteps on the second floor outside, like multiple people are running. This is followed by silence.

Angus makes a hand motion toward Fang, who follows him closely as he heads for any stairs he's seen.

Still mounted over Antoniollus, Rimble asks the others: "who goes first to verify the origin of the sounds, huh?"

Rogzul snarls at the sound above them and moves up the stairs after channeling some magical energy into his hand. He keeps himself aware of his surroundings as he move and strikes out at anything that is not his companions that may cross his path.

Inflict Light Wounds:Touch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 121d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Will DC14 for half

Hood nods as the last of the goblins fall.

"I can check things out," Hood says, riding over to the door the sounds are coming from and opening it.

After his companions have healed/buffed, of course.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Rogzul and Angus run upstairs to notice the now open window and several footprints running towards it. It's pretty clear another group fled and leapt outside.

Who are you healing, Theadric? Angus and Vires are wounded.

Angus will wave off any healing in his hurry to get upstairs.

Rimble is going just behind Rogzul and Angus.

"What were they all here for? Goblins, and another group..." Hood wonders.

I was healing myself