MJ66's GAME OF MORTALS cooperative until endgame then PVP experiment! (Inactive)

Game Master Michael Johnson 66

Essel stands in the back, shielding herself with her companions, invoking ice and sending a ray of frost shooting at the closest kobold.

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 161d3 ⇒ 2

Essel stands in the back, shielding herself with her companions, invoking ice and sending a ray of frost shooting at the closest kobold.

[dice=Ray of Frost]1d20+1;1d3

The lance of frost skewers the nearest kobold' s shoulder eliciting a yelp of pain! ARFFF!!

SKIRMISH IN THE ZIGGURAT!! ROUND ONE!! FIGHT!!

ESSEL! (Ray of frost)
KOBOLDS!
SVEN!
EASEALF!
MYDRAVOS!

OOH OOH AH AH!!!

The twenty-five kobolds attack with alarming synchronicity, all hurling spears on the order of one particularly stocky kobold near the back...

Draconic: Ready... aim... THROW!!

Five thrown kobold spears at Victor: 5d20 ⇒ (11, 9, 1, 1, 14) = 36 +3 to hit = 2 hits dealing 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5 piercing damage!

Five thrown kobold spears at Mydravos: 5d20 ⇒ (7, 16, 9, 11, 3) = 46 +3 to hit = 1 hit for 1d6 ⇒ 3 piercing damage!

Five at Sven: 5d20 ⇒ (19, 1, 12, 8, 8) = 48 +3 to hit = 1 hit for 1d6 ⇒ 4 piercing damage!

Five at Easealf, who has soft cover from the front liners: 5d20 ⇒ (15, 13, 16, 20, 15) = 79 +1 to hit = 5 hits dealing 5d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 5, 3, 2) = 15 piercing damage (oh no, Easealf!!)!

Five at Essel, who has soft cover from the front liners: 5d20 ⇒ (17, 15, 3, 9, 14) = 58 +1 to hit = 3 hits dealing 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 6) = 16 piercing damage!

Crap! I think I just rolled us halfway to a TPK... :(

Sven sheltered behind his shield as the projectiles came at him. Weathering it, he roared a wordless battlecry and charged in.

Swift action mental barrier, the shield prevents a total of 2 points of damage per occultist level you possess. It lasts until the start of your next turn or until exhausted.

Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

2 PCs down! Let’s see how long this dwarf can last against the kobold horde. They need a 19 to hit him currently. Now that he is in combat that will become a 20. The numbers are against him, but it is possible

I’ll go since Easealf is down.
Mydravos strides forward to put some distance from Sven and close with the Kobold horde, then raises his arms shouting “Feel the embrace of Hades!”
channel negative energy, DC 14, 30 ft radius: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Sven sheltered behind his shield as the projectiles came at him. Weathering it, he roared a wordless battlecry and charged in.

Swift action mental barrier, the shield prevents a total of 2 points of damage per occultist level you possess. It lasts until the start of your next turn or until exhausted.

[dice=Hit]1d20+4
[dice=Damage]1d6+6

2 PCs down! Let’s see how long this dwarf can last against the kobold horde. They need a 19 to hit him currently. Now that he is in combat that will become a 20. The numbers are against him, but it is possible

Sven's strike splits a kobold helm and skull, and the short monster drops!

I’ll go since Easealf is down.

Mydravos strides forward to put some distance from Sven and close with the Kobold horde, then raises his arms shouting “Feel the embrace of Hades!”

Striding through the momentarily unarmed kobolds (all have thrown their spears), Mydravos reaches the edge of the fire pit at a position far enough from Sven to exclude the dwarf from the radius of his infernal energy burst, but manages to catch all 25 kobolds (minus Victor, of course), in the withering blast of negative energy summoned from the pits of Hades...

Fortitude saves en masse 25d20 ⇒ (13, 20, 3, 3, 15, 8, 15, 15, 18, 16, 10, 18, 12, 2, 1, 14, 17, 9, 5, 8, 13, 15, 17, 14, 4) = 285

All of the kobolds save Victor writhe and scream in the necrotizing energy radiating from the Pawn of Hades!

Essel, roll Constitution check to stabilize, please...

The wounded kobolds cower before Mydravos and Sven, surrendering.

Please! No kill us!

Another: Yeah, we be good now! No more hurts!

Another: We serve you! No kill us!

Easealf also roll a Constitution check to stabilize, please...

Fort DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

-6 HP and counting

Fort DC 15: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Whelp. That happened. -5 HP.

Unable to heal his fallen comrades, Sven tried to think of a way out of this. At length he said ”Our companions are dying. Heal them, or you all will join them.”

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

The healers among the kobolds quickly stabilize Essel and Easealf.

They will live... Must rest now... Will wake up in few days...

Mydravos scowls, at the Kobolds. “Can you do no more!? You better do better or I will suck the very life from your bones!”
intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

As our Cleric doesn’t have selective channel, do we need to roll saves against his damage too?

I moved away from you guys, it didn’t hit anyone but the Kobolds.

Frantic to avoid the wrath of the seemingly all-powerful and diabolical priest of Hades, the kobolds scramble to gather up healing salves and apply them to Essel and Easealf, bringing both to consciousness...

Essel and Easealf are revived with 1 hp each...

Yay.

”Good. Now tell us about who rules this place. And where is he?”

Sven the Shieldbearer wrote:

”Anyone in charge of the entire thing? Such as a wyrm or whatnot?”

Aye, the Black Suzerain is our mistress! She is cruel and deadly! Her venom is potent, and so be her magicks!

The kobolds tell of a leader they are forbidden to speak of: The Black Suzerain, a spirit naga that lairs in the depths...

Black Suzerain is sneaky snake! Has magic powers to poison and constrict!

Black Suzerain lives below... In snake pit! Snake-men are her viziers!

”Right. Seems like we have a snake to kill.”

Sven walked into the group of kobolds, raised his arms and said with a booming voice:

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

”Kobolds! Your suffering is nearly at and end! We know for the cruelty of Black Suzerain! We know of your suffering! Soon you will be free! The gods have sent us to kill the tyrant. But first, you must help us...help ye. For these two here? They are in no shape to fight. Bring us potions to heal them, or have your shamans aid them. Then lead us to the pit, and then we shall free ye.”

Mydravos helps the two that are down to their feet, and as the Kobolds shout anger starts to flare across his face. Just as he is about to snap Sven’s call stops the annoyance of the little pests. He frowns as he speaks starring down at the little vermin before saying “Yes, Yes. Help us, help you.”

Impressed by Sven's speech, and intimidated by the fiendish priest of Hades, the kobolds snap to it, scurrying off to "steal healing juice from the snake-men and bring it back to New Masters!"

The kobolds return in 1d4 ⇒ 2 hours, bearing potions of cure light wounds, 16 total!

Hurray! Rejoice, New Masters! We brings many healing juice, and only few snake-men notice us steal them and return to you!

Another kobold: Yessss!! Is that good, New Massssterssss??

The 16 potions are CL 1, so 1d8+1 hp.

What ssshhall we do now, New Massssterssss?

Essel wakes up, groaning, cursing the kobolds in Infernal, and sits around with her head in her hands and gripping her torso until the kobolds return with their bounty. She immediately grabs a pair of potions and downs them in an instant.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

“Fight with us to free yourselves show your new masters the might you have and we can give you rewards for your bravery.”

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Ealsealf reaches for a potion, but pauses momentarily "May I?"

“Fight with us to free yourselves show your new masters the might you have and we can give you rewards for your bravery.”

Most of the kobolds stare stupidly at Mydravos, but a couple of them smile and say, Yessss, New Massstersss... We ssshhall do asss you ssssay...

Make Sense Motive checks against Bluff 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14, 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7, and 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 please...

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 Mydravos scans the room looking at the little cretins with contempt.

[dice=sense motive] 1d20+5 Mydravos scans the room looking at the little cretins with contempt.

Something's off about three of the "kobolds"... They seem to have an even more reptilian manner than the otherssss....

Sense Motive against PCs' Bluffs to act like they don't notice that three of the kobolds might not be what they appear to be...1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

LOL!!

”Right. In we go then. Ye lot, launch yer javelins at yer oppressors and then flee while we take care of the rest.”

Mydravos is going to stay near the back of the little army, making sure to keep the little creatures in front of him.

The Greenscale kobolds begin to scramble toward the stairs leading deeper into the Ziggurat's depths, all except the three odd-sounding kobolds. These stand in the chamber very still, staring at Sven and Mydravos, and hiss: Don't you think it'sss time to drop the charade, "New Massssterssss?"... You know we aren't mere koboldssss... You are wounded and outclassssed... We sssuggessst you flee while you can, and never return, unlesss you would ssssacrifice yourssselvesss to the Black Ssssuzerain!!

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Sven responded not by words, but by suddenly lunging forward with his shield. He figured that this was the best possible answer to such a challenge.

Mydravos seeing his ally attack curses under his breath then casts a spell at one of The “Kobolds”.

[dice=initiative] 1d20 [dice]
casts command on one of the “Kobolds” to flee DC 16

Mydravos seeing his ally attack curses under his breath then casts a spell at one of The “Kobolds”.

[dice=initiative] 1d20
casts command on one of the “Kobolds” to flee DC 16

Something went wonky with your initiative roll, Mydravos, can you roll again, please?

initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

SERPENT FOLK!
MYDRAVOS!
SVEN!
ESSEL!
EASEALF!