brvheart's Reign of Winter Game (Inactive)

Game Master brvheart

All you would be able to determine is type, dragon.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF does my clothing offer any protection from this?

lose: 1d2 ⇒ 1 STR save again next round.

It is a sickly green gas so no.

Opposed Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Attempting to un-pin, if such is possible.

"HAHAHAHAHAHGETITOFFMEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA"

By this point I would have thrown the dice out the window.

Caan steps foward, sweeping his greataxe down with a roar. "Roooooooaaaaaaar!"

Greataxe attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d12 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Well Caan finished it off in a mighty blow. XP=120 each

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

YOU ARE TREADING ON THIN ICE, DICE.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 In the event it takes 2 saves to cure whatever I got in my face

I REALLY HOPE IT DOESN'T TAKE 2 SAVES TO CURE.

Kicking dice out the window: 1d20 ⇒ 7

The cure is only one save and the poison only lasted two rounds so you are safe:)

THANK YOU

Paletress sputters and coughs as she crawls out from under the dead body of the reptilian monstrosity and stands, wobbling on her feet slightly. She looks at Caan, nodding her thanks, then at the creature beside her. Her eyes go cold for a moment, then with a howl of rage she proceeds to hack and chop at the creature with her longsword, stopping only when she is out of breath. When she speaks next, she is gasping for the cold air and staring at the mutilated remains with an expression of pure hate.

"I could HEH use HEH some healing HEH if HEH you've any HEH left. HEH."

Uploading my rescue inhalor for Paletress.

Paletress doesn't like being held against her will... if her background is any indication :D

that looked like a dragon, did I just shoot at a dragon? Seamus walks up closer as he watches Paletress take out her frustrations on the dragons corpse, cocking his crossbow and laying another quarrel in the slot, he places his free hand on Caans shoulder and says, "Nice stroke Caan," looking around he wonders for a minute, aren't dragons supposed to have huge hordes of gold? he nonchalantly asks, "does it seem to have a lair anywhere?" then realizing Paletress may have been injured he adds "Oh and are you ok, Paletress?"

looking to see if the dragon had anything nearby or may have left a path
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Oh my," observes Caan, watching Paletress hack away at thing. "I wonder what that was?"

"For the end... For the end..." Chants the cleric, channeling energy with a small burst of light.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 6

*Drops mic*

Sparhawk takes his dagger and slices off a large slab of meat, then stuffs it in a sack with snow packed around it. As Seamus watches he mutters, "In case our rations run low..."

He nods to Caan, "Good blow, neighbor." and then takes his place behind Seamus and the horse with his polearm, continuing his watch on the rear. Unless you guys would prefer me in second to help with any other surprises

if we approach trouble nice to have you up front, if we get jumped by trouble nice to have you in the rear, either way its up to you, I just don't want you kicked by the bay ;)

I'm not sure I will get that hungry Seamus watches Sparhawk cut off a piece of meat trying to not act surprised or disgusted, "Well better we eat that thing than our faithful steed here, I don't think he would taste good" turning to the horse, he rubs between the bay's ears and says "you wouldn't taste very good, would you boy? Seamus, lead rope in one hand loaded crossbow in the other, nods that he is ready to continue.

"Thanks." Caan sweeps his axe through the snow, leaving a curvy pink line and a clean axehead.

"Seamus, horse is delicious. I was practically raised on the stuff. When I got to eat, that is!" Caan barks with a short laugh.

Full HP! Paletress should be at 14/15. Caan is ready to rumble again.

Seamus gives Caan an exasperated look, turning to the horse "don't listen to them boy, I won't let them eat you." then almost to himself, as be winks at Sparhawk and in a softer voice smiling "at least not till its the last option. I don't want to carry my own pack or pay Sophia her full asking price, I'm sure it enormous." turning to the group, in a jolly voice "Are we done discussing dietary habits? I personally prefer waffles, can we go now, before we make the horse run off? We've killed the dragon but we still have a damsel in distress to rescue." Looking up front he ask; "Paletress are you in good enough shape to go on? Do you think the dragon had a lair? Would it be worth checking out?"

just in case the 25 perception found anything or located tracks leading to the dragons hoard (?)dragons always have hoards right ;)

Yay! 14/15!

Paletress begins to lok around, first to find her dropped pole, then to hunt for any traps madeby the creature. Though it might not have a large hoarde, it might have a cave. She is not feeling the best after that fight even with the healing.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

RAAAGE! I am gonna be a holy terror in the next fight.

It probably does back in its lair wherever that may be. You have yet to figure out what is causing this cold yet much else and now Autumn is a little confused wondering what an artic creature is doing this far south. She has heard of such things up in Irrisen, but here?

You finally get out of the gully so movement goes back to half. Let me know when you are ready to move on.

I'm good to continue... *glares at dice*

ready to move on

Caan is ready to roll!

Same. Still we need snow shoes hehe

Feathered bundles and strange fetishes hang from the lowest branches of the trees in this part of the forest, swaying and shifting in the wind. All are stuck through with small pins holding pieces of leather bound around them.

"Pretty creepy! Anyone know what those are?"

Caan tugs his hat down further, turning against the cold as he leans on his greataxe.

Paletress still seems out of breath since the attack, and her gear seems to be weighing her down more than before. At Caan's exclamation, she looks up as if for the first time. Taking in the fetishes, she snorts and continues walking.

"Signs that we're going in, heh, the right direction. Beyond that, meh."

She does not seem to be in a pleasant mood.

any particular knowledge that might help us figure it out?

as Seamus approaches the fetishes he looks at them very carefully,very odd. very odd indead and then into the woods nearby, "Well be careful, whoever placed them her may still be around."

knowledge, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 1
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Beetlebugs, has to be. Yeah that's it.

Paletress attempts to see if there is a trail leading through the fetishes.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

She gets a snowflake in the eye for her trouble, mumbles a curse and continues on her previous path.

I'm going to kill DRAGONS the next fight...

Not exactly dragons. Three little arrows come out of the trees one heading at Paletress, Caan and Storm:

shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0min 1 non=lethal plus DC 11 Fort Save if hit
shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1min 1 non=lethal plus DC 11 Fort Save if hit
shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1min 1 non=lethal plus DC 11 Fort Save if hit

Roll init then perception in your round please

init enemy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

TINK! An toothpick-sized arrow bounces off Paletress' breastplate, and she immediately looks around to spot the source of the volley.

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

init: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"AAARGH! I've been hit! I've..." Caan looks down, confused by the pain. "Wait, what?" He pulls out he tiny arrow, chuckling.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

His chuckling slows, his speech slurring. "Maybe I ssssshhould..."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

You are so cold you are staggered Caan. You see something off in the trees Paletress. Looks like a point of light.

"OWL PERSON!" Paletress yells out towards Autumn as she moves 10 feet towards the point of light, pulling a throwing knife from her belt. "Heh heh heh. If you know tree-demon, tell them to drop their bows heh heh and come out where I can see 'em, or I look for them heh heh heh HEH HEH LETHALLY!"

Rage, +2dex/+2str, AC now 20. Readying action to wing a dagger at the little bugger if it or its companions continues to shoot.

init.: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

hearing Caan scream, Seamus drops the horse's lead rope and bringing the crossbow to bare looks into the tree line searching for their enemy.

fort save Autumn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
init Autumn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Brr! I...Is it j...just me, or d...d...did it get c..colder?"

Caan vibrates his way closer to the treeline, hoping to dodge the second volley.

Initiative Round One
Seamus
Sparhawk
Caan
Paletress
enemy
Autumn

I can't see a blasted thing Seamus slogs to the front looking around trying to see what attacked his fellow party members. "Where are they, what am I looking for?"

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Action detailed in previous post

getting close enough to see the little light creature Seamus calls out, "Why are you attacking us? Sparhawk or Autumn can you talk some sense in to these miniature archers?"

Sparhawk moves quickly to stand with his back to a tree for cover. He doesn't see anything, but takes their word for it something is wrong, "Stand down, neighbors! We mean you no harm and are just passing through. Show yourselves!" he shouts into the wilderness.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Hearing miniature archers and understanding it is something other than human, he puts a hand on the cold iron dagger at his belt, ready to draw it if needed.

Paletress, there are now five points of light about the creature that shot at you. The other two fire at Autumn and Caan. Take your readied action if you wish.

shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 plus DC 11 Fort
shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 damage: 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 plus DC 11 Fort

Both Caan and Autumn take another point of subdual and need to make Fort Saves.

Dagger Throw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Right! Diplomacy has HEH HEH HEAH FAILED."

Paletress keeps an eye on the dagger as it sails horribly wide, marking where it lands for later recovery.

Initiative; Perception (to see them: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 221d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Fortitude vs. Poison; Knowledge (Local or Arcana) to know what they are and how to talk to them or about the symbols.: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 111d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

[ooc]Desert Runner +4; Frostborn +1/+4 environments[ooc]

Diplomacy (to try and speak to them; Survival (to help see the signs and trails): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 101d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Linguistics (to identify language/understand them while listening): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Hi my little friends, I am friend to fey and wish to know you, I do not want to disturb you home, I know you are afraid as I was the first time I came to this land, we are long from home and I too wish to return one day.

Is that touch AC? 13 shouldn't be hitting Caan.

First was firing at Caan, second at Autumn. Sorry for the confusion. I was going in order of march on the map.

Knowledge (Arcana/Local) to know what they are and how to talk to them or about the symbols: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 201d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12