Reign of Winter: Child Endangerment Edition

Game Master spectrevk

Donovan drops the sword, without really thinking about it, and draws and throws a javelin at the Zombie moving towards him.

javelin attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Donovan drops the sword, without really thinking about it, and draws and throws a javelin at the Zombie moving towards him.

javelin attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"oh dung balls!! I'm sorry Issi you were right."Raggnor says moves up to the zombie in front of him and thrusts his spear into it.

cold iron spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 61d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Henyan stabs at the Zombie close to him, stepping back if needs be

Horvan stops searching through the belongings of the dead and drawing his sword as he closes with the zombie Donovan and attacks.

Longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Told you!" Issi yells, retreating behind the boys.

Pass. Don't want to use up burning hands with this sort of melee on!

Donovan's javelin fails to pierce the cold skin of the zombie, dealing only 1 point of damage. Raggnor and Henyan have trouble connecting with their weapons, but Horvan's strikes true...

Horvan crit confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Horvan Crit damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

...slicing the zombie from shoulder to hip. It falls wordlessly to the ground, limp.

Round 2 Initiative Order

Initiative Order:
Zombies
Raggnor
Donovan
Horvan
Yume
Issi
Henyan
Liam
Kryas

The remaining zombies have closed with Henyan and Raggnor, and attack!

Zombie attack on Henyan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Zombie attack on Raggnor: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Both zombies are quite clumsy, moving like drunk men. Raggnor and Henyan easily duck out of the way.

Raggnor thrusts his spear once more in to the zombie and then trys to take a bite out of the foul monster.

cold iron spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
bite: 1d20 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 5 = 10

spear damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
bite damege: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Donovan moves forward pulling free his flail and striking at the Zombie fighting Raggnor.

Flail attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Horvan looks in wonder at his sword, as if seeing it for the if time. He advances on the undead on Henyan, flanking with the dwarf.

Cold Iron longsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 131d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

I'm just going to move things along...apologies to those missing their turn

Raggnor manages to stab the zombie but fails to bite through its tough, leathery skin. Donovan movies in and strikes the same zombie hard across the back and it staggers, the light in its eyes growing dim, but not yet extinguished. Meanwhile, Horvan cleaves into the other zombie attacking Henyan, dealing a grievous but not quite lethal blow.

The zombie attacking Henyan turns towards Horvan, throwing a heavy punch...

Zombie attacking Horvan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

...that connects with his armor and glances off harmlessly. Meanwhile, the zombie fighting Raggnor and Donovan lashes out in a final, desperate attack, headbutting Donovan...

Zombie attack on Donovan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Zombie damage on Donovan: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

...and catching him direcly in the face, snapping his head back for 10 points of damage!

Donovan stubmles back blood running down his face, nose broken.

Dat hurth, you broke my noth

Flail attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

At seeing his friend get injured Raggnor gives out a loud roar "Graww!!" as he stabs and bites at the zombie.

cold iron spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
bite: 1d20 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 5 = 16

cold iron spear damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
bite damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Go down already you rotten bag of flesh. Horvan yells as he slashes again. But he is too worried about his friend and his swing is short.

Cold Iron longsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Issi, seeing Donovan hurt, hurries up behind him and pipes the words of her favourite healing prayer.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

His nose snaps back into place, which hurts almost as much as having it broken did!

Kryas loads and shoots his crossbow i'm not much of a fighter, but i'll at least shoot.

crossbow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get back, but I'm finally here.

Loan stands frozen for far too long as the zombies approach and attack, finally though, he pulls out his how and arrow firing at one of them.

Attack+Precise Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13

Damage+Precise Shot: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Henyan seeing his friends in trouble moves to stab out with his spear again. "Surround it, we can take it down faster!" Henyan shouts

Spear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

With a mighty battle cry, Raggnor fells the zombie with a final thrust of his spear. The combined efforts of Kryas' and Liam's hail of arrows/bolts and Henyan's spear brings down the last zombie, leaving the forest clearing eerily quiet. Inside of the carriage, everything has bee throroughly tossed around but you catch a slight glint under the seat. Something shiny is down there.

Raggnor cheers as the zombie falls to the ground."Woohoo! We did it guys."But then he gets distracted by something shiny and he goes over to investigate.

With the threat dealt with Horvan looks at Donovan's wounds.

Anybody have a first aid kit? he asks.

Heal: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

"No." Issi says, crestfallen. "I should have brought one. I'm sorry."

Then Raggnor mentions something shiny and, as the smallest member of the group, Issi is the one who gets lifted into the carriage to investigate. She searches thoroughly - intent on finding all the 'clues' she can (as well as the shiny stuff!)

Liam rushes over to Horvan and Donovan, holding out a strip of cloth. "Are you okay Donovan? That looks bad."

What Issi finds under the seat is a small jewelry box, apparently missed by the robbers. Inside, she finds what is presumably Lady Argentea’s signet ring, a pair of earrings worth 25 gp, a set of pearl-inlaid bracelets worth 90 gp, assorted gold and silver necklaces worth a total of 75 gp, and one sapphire pendant worth 50 gp.

"It's so pretty!" Issi exclaims from inside the carriage. She comes out wearing the pendant. "Look, look. Jewels! We're rich!"

Those are not ours Issa. They belong to the lady. Horvan scolds lightly. But then adds But I bet if we save her and give her back her jewelry I bet she will reward us.

Having bandaged Donovan's wounds as best he can he goes back and picks up the discarded sword, looking it over.

How much trouble will it be to get the breastplate off the frozen man? What other gear do we find among the dead?

You can remove the breastplate without too much trouble; there are no other usable weapons or armor among those slain here.

"I could buy a huge meat pie with all that shiny metal." He says helping Issi down from the carriage.

"I should put on my winter clothes on before we follow that trail of footprints deeper into the forest."Raggnor searches his backpack for a sheeps fleece which he puts on like a poncho he ties a belt round the waist and puts on a long pointed woollen red hat."That should keep the cold out."

Good thinkin Raggnor. We all should.

Can we get a better description of both the sword and armor?

I mean... no one will miss a couple of them... reward for a good deed

"It hurth, but I can breath thru it now. If there are monthtorth then we need to find that lady."

The breastplate is of standard quality, and bears the crest of Lady Argentea's house. The longsword is of superb quality, forged by a master, and is both well balanced and quite sharp (i.e. it is a masterwork longsword).

Raggnor moves over to the trail of footprints to figure out how many people there were and which direction to follow.

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Henyan keeps his eyes on the woods as the others check the carriage, moving also to gather his ram and bring it closer to him.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Who would ye be sellin' all them gems ta anyway, everyone on town knows us." Henyan says his years of experience showing

People in town know you guys, i'm just the loner kid that lives up in the tavern. none of the adults really bother or question what i do as long as i'm not causing trouble. My parent's aren't exactly around anymore to say otherwise He seems surprisingly nonchalant about the whole situation at large, only time he's shown a bit of worry so far was when fey were mentioned.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Issi climbs back into the carriage with her rucksack and emerges in a remarkably cute fur coat, complete with mittens, furred hood and matching boots.

"Mum brought them for me last year." She explains, "All the way from Irrisen! There are witches there!"

Once everyone is bundled up, you continue down the path and find that a rather obvious trail of horse and human tracks have been left behind, leading from the site of the attack to somewhere deeper within the forest. Following this trail doesn't take much in the way of tracking ability, as whoever made it made no real attempts to cover their tracks behind them.

Following the trail, you find yourself in another clearing before too long, with a wooden chest half-buried in the snow in the center of the clearing.

Raggnor gets all excited at spotting the chest and is about to run over to it but he stops himself remembering the last time he opened something, he looks back at Issi. "Can i open it can i?" He begs to Issi with his big puppy dog eyes.

"If you like..." Issi says from inside her fur coat bundle as she examines the chest.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Anyone keeping track of what we have found? I wanted to make sure we took the nice clothes thinking that if/when we find this lady she might appreciate having some of her clothes back.

Go Ahead Raggnor. Horvan says with eager curiosity.

"Ya!"Raggnor runs over to the chest and tries to open it.

"Could be a trap, mum told me about a blimic? I think she be callin' it. Looks like a chest but will eat ya." Henyan says to Grub as he runs out.

I have not been no, is anyone good at setting up loot sheets? I can offer my G drive to do so

As Raggnor runs forward to the chest and flips it open, two things happen:

1. He realizes that the chest is empty.
2. A rope buried in the packed snow becomes suddenly visible as it grows taut, triggering a spiked log hidden among the trees, sweeping down to hit everyone in a 20 foot area:

Spiked Log Trap attack roll: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Raggnor is obviously in the danger zone, and it sounds like Horvan and Issi were also nearby. From Henyan's reticence about the chest, I assume he was keeping his distance? Feel free to clarify your position.

Raggnor stagers up off the ground clutching his ribs and with blood dripping off his forehead. "ouch..What hit me, that's it I'm not going to open any thing again." He sit back on the ground sulking.

The force of the log also knocks the chest itself out of place, and you can all now see a pile of weapons and armor where the chest had been sitting. The pile contains five sets of leather armor, three sets of studded leather armor, a masterwork chain shirt, two light wooden shields, seven longswords, two spears, a masterwork dagger, and three light crossbows with a total of 25 bolts.

He was yes!

"NOOOOO!!!!! Henyan cries out as the Log hits his compnanions, Henyan rushes forward to help out if he can.

"That be a lot of things." Henyan says as he rushes to help

Personally i assume all things like this are trapped Kryas keeps way in the back.

Donovan would have likely been in the area, and that would put the big teen down

Hmm. I posted but my post is missing. I'll try again. Unsure if Horvan would have been in the area. Was suspicious of a trap so would have held back. But 20 feet is a big area. Lets say 50-50. High and he was in the area.

In the area?: 1d100 ⇒ 42

Issi takes a glancing blow from the log, but it still sends her spinning into the ground. She sits for a moment, stunned and then slowly gets up, tears rolling down her face. Thankfully her little fur coat is undamaged, if muddy.

1Hp... and trying not to cry.