DM Delmoth's Planescape

Game Master Delmoth

Oh yeah, Carceri isn't a level of pandemonium... my bad ^^;
I assume the earplugs are 4cp before the 20% price increase and that none are small enough for Savi (but maybe they could be shaved down with a craft check?)

"Here's 3 silver, I'll take 5-" Nik says, as a nagging feeling causes him to count his companions again.
I miss my shamblers... Oh yeah, Savi-

"I'll have 6 pairs of vard gum earplugs, please." He finishes at last, handing the jink to the shopkeep.

added a pair to everyone's equipment sheets xD
Also finally remembered to write that 7 more of those scrolls Nik has been meaning to make have been doodled...

Moving on…

You leave for Caderis trailing a string of mortified Windglummers in your wake.

Caderis

You travel to Caderis, a short and relatively easy route from Windglum. It is within a ruined fortress that is itself within a cavern that serves as a waymeet for travelers. The room is dim and smells of waste, rot, and cheap bub. A blue-skinned man with white hair and dark eyes sits behind what might pass for a bar. He silently watches you come in.

Seated around a large, round table, amidst the broken remains of a few other tables and chairs, is an odd-looking group of berks. A human with long black hair and a long black beard quietly sips from a broken mug. Next to him sits a basher who must be 9 feet tall, with mottled green skin and wild, green hair. On the other side of the table, a long, plump wormlike creature downs a cup of swill with one of its four arms. Around the creature stand three dirty, disheveled, four armed humanoids, each leaning on a thick wooden spear.

Art on the maps!

Baraxx peels his lips back in a slight snarl as he takes in the room and it’s inhabitants. Normally he’d be happy for some bub and grub, but his constant crankiness has him feeling less excited at the prospect for a drink.

Looking over the group at the table, he cheers a bit, as this group looks like one that might just decide to let him take some of his irritation out on them, getting his violence on had always cheered him some in the past. Still, with a side eye towards their pacifist fairy, he holds his tongue and doesn’t try to pick a fight, opting instead for a challenging glare around the room.

puuuuuush

lol, time for Nik to do a thing

Nik watches the people enjoying their bub with a peery eye as he approaches the barkeep.
As he gets to the counter, he turns to the barkeep.
"'scuse me, you know anything about the ingress?"

I was hoping our more friendly members with social skills started the conversation as opposed to my extra grumpy dullard who has a charisma deficit

Don't worry Nik just initiated combat. Gotta get things set up though.

dangit, of course! T_T

The blue skinned tiefling behind the makeshift bar starts to say, ”Yeah, another gentleman was in here just yesterday asking about the same thing…” But before he can finish the human basher with the long black beard yells, ”All right, that’s it! Too many people know about this. You must all die!” With that, his group leaps up from their table and attacks.

Baraxx was right.

The man with the black beard kind of vibrates a bit sending waves of weird energy at you.

Aura of Despair: Everyone within 30ft gets a -2 penalty on ability checks, attack rolls,damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks. This is mind affecting and there is no save. If you don’t call this out on your dice I will subtract it for you.

Round 1
Carule
Baraxx <----------
Jek <----------
Gak
Lonely Nik
Savi and Lunk
Rinika
Reaves
Baaravda

"Try to kill me? Ha!' Baraxx barks as he immediate launches into action, and the sky, getting the fight he had been hoping for. Flitting towards the ceiling of the bar, he moves over the heads of the minion looking things and towards the mouthy bearded human, forming an obsidian whip as he does so. Reaching range, he lashes out.

flying 15' in the air and over to range of the beaded human, attack with kinetic whip. AOO's are possible with this attack

Attack, overflow 3, ensaddened: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 22 blasted dice, that's less impressive than I had hoped
Damage, B+P: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 2, 6) + 5 + 5 + 1 = 34

"Right, like it matters..." Jek shrugs. "At least you can top off the corpse barrel."

Swift Action: Greater Tactician to give allies Outflank - Flanking bonus goes to +4; Crits against a flanked enemy provoke AoO from ally

5' Step, Full attack

Merciful Lance Attack 1 (FF PA, Despair): 1d20 + 18 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 18 - 2 = 19
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (1, 6, 5) + 12 + 9 = 33

Merciful Lance Attack 2 (PA, Despair): 1d20 + 13 - 3 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 - 3 - 2 = 25
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (2, 5, 6) + 12 + 9 = 34

Possible +4 to both attacks for flanking... not sure with Baraxx's flying

You are not flanking with Baraxx, you would have to get below the enemy to do so.

Baraxx lashes out at the black haired man but he holds his ground against the flying tiefling. Jek's lance at first glances off one of the two shields the strange humanoid holds but, he fixes his grip and eviscerates it with kindness a second later.

The troll bellows Raaaaagh! YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!" Even though his friend is clearly still breathing just unconscious on the floor. The troll leans in with one shoulder and barrels through Nik to Jek.

The troll is using the feat charge through and overrunning Nik

Charge vs Jek: 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 20 + 2 = 32
Large falchion: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (4, 2) + 13 = 19

The Troll swings at Jek and cuts deeply into his flesh.

Round 1
Carule
Baraxx
Jek
Gak
Lonely Nik <----------
Savi and Lunk <----------
Rinika <----------
Reaves
Baaravda

Attack of Opportunity
Merciful Lance Attack (PA, Despair): 1d20 + 18 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 18 - 2 - 3 = 23
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (4, 6, 5) + 12 + 9 = 36

moved Nik assuming I get all 35' of movement (+5 from Jek) and that neither the chair nor the collapsed person impede movement ^^
please move Nik down or down+right if stuff slows him down ^^

Nik definitely doesn't try to stand in the way of the large angry troll screaming past him.
He hopes the troll isn't in the habit of stabbing fleeing necromancers as he runs behind Jek and casts Haste on everyone except Baraxx, who is presently too far away.

"Couldn't hurt to ask, they said..."

AoO vs ac 18?
19 ac w/ haste & 20 w/ Jek's thing on top
@Jek: I think you getting an attack bonus means temp hp? :D

Savi spring-attacks from Lunk’s shoulder!

Atk, Arcane Power: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 3 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 2 + 3 + 4 - 3 = 20
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 3 + 6 = 16

She springs right back to an empty barstool, well away from the troll.

Lunk charges the troll!
Atk: 1d20 + 5 + 8 + 3 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 8 + 3 - 3 + 1 = 18
Dmg: 2d8 + 7 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 7) + 7 + 9 + 3 + 1 = 31

And he springs back… just not as far as Savi.

Being large I believe the troll runs through my AOO range

As the troll charges Jek, Baraxx spins in a flash and a flurry, sending his obsidian whip cracking out over the head of the guard minion thing towards the charging troll.

AOO, overflow, case of the sads: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 29
Damage, B&P: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 6, 6) + 5 + 5 + 1 = 31

Both Jek and Baraxx punish the troll for not being more careful, but it cares very little for the wounds they inflict on it. Nik scrambles away except he scrambles too close to the troll's falchion. Meanwhile Lunk and Savi dart in and out of the trolls reach in an effort to bring the raging beast down.

AoO vs Nik: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Large Falchion vs Nik: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (4, 2) + 13 = 19

Action to Rinika

Rinika casts Prayer to help offset what the droning guy is doing.

ooooh, I doubt anyone has a luck bonus to anything xD
I think that means a net -1 for everyone for everything xD
Oh wait, haste + prayer + happy-sappy = +0 attack and reflex saves...

Baraxx, having displayed his threat to them, the four armed foes test their spears against his armor. The first two bounce away harmlessly, but the large worm like creature stabs its rather large spear in the tiefling's flank, narrowly missing his kidney.

The bearded man takes out a small fruit tart and pelts Baraxx with it. Emotion wells up in him and Baraxx begins to chuckle. Will save DC 17, or laugh uncontrollably

Reave throws spear at Baraxx: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 - 1 = 11
Reave throws spear at Baraxx: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 1 = 7
The Hut stabs Baraxx: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 13 - 1 = 32
The Hut stabs Baraxx, confirm: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 13 - 1 = 13
The Hut stabs Baraxx, iterative: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 = 20

Large Spear vs Baraxx: 2d6 + 12 - 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 12 - 1 = 20

Cast defensively: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Round 2
Carule
Baraxx <----------
Jek <----------
Gak
Lonely Nik
Savi and Lunk
Rinika
Reaves
Baaravda

Using Resolve for preroll
Will, Prayer, Sad: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 10
Will, Prayer, Sad: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 12

Baraxx can't help himself and laughs uncontrollably at the uselessness of these thing's pitiful spears and their lack of skill.

Well, that sucks. Do i have to fall to the ground or do i get to keep floating up in the air?

You keep floating unless you need to maintain concentration.

good, the image of the half fiend rolling on his “back” in laughter 15’ in the air amuses me

"It was just a tart Baraxx... pull it together..." Jek says with uncharacteristic irritability.

Swift Action: Greater Tactician to also give allies Escape Route for 7 rounds

5' Step, Full attack (lance vs troll first)

Merciful Lance Attack 1 (FF PA, Despair, Haste, Bless): 1d20 + 18 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 18 - 2 + 2 = 19
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) + 12 + 9 = 28

Merciful Lance Attack from Haste (PA, Despair, Haste, Bless): 1d20 + 18 - 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 18 - 3 - 2 + 2 = 23
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) + 12 + 9 = 28

Horn Attack (Secondary, PA, Despair, Haste, Bless): 1d20 + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 = 29
Horn Piercing (.5 str, PA): 1d6 + 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + (5) + 3 + 3 = 14
Horn Crit Threat (Secondary, PA, Despair, Haste, Bless): 1d20 + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 = 24
Horn Crit Damage (.5 str, PA): 1d6 + 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + (7) + 3 + 3 = 14

Merciful Lance Attack 2 (PA, Despair, Haste, Bless): 1d20 + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 13 - 3 - 2 + 2 = 21
Merciful Lance Non-Lethal Damage (1.5 str, +2 ABP, PA): 3d6 + 12 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3, 6) + 12 + 9 = 35

Active Group Teamwork Feats:
Outflank (6 rounds left)- Flanking bonus goes to +4; Crits against a flanked enemy provoke AoO from ally
Escape Route (7 rounds left) - An ally who also has this feat provokes no attacks of opportunity for moving through squares adjacent to you or within your space.

Jek, irritated, shows the troll how its done and lays him down to rest for a bit. The troll's large number of wounds begin to close and heal. Everything hit but the 1

Round 2
Carule
Baraxx
Jek
Gak
Lonely Nik <------------
Savi and Lunk <------------
Rinika <------------
Reaves
Baaravda

Rinika glares at the enemy caster with his chanting and his fruit tarts and tries to play a joke on him of her own design. As she raises her claws up with paws outspread, from the shadows on the floors and furniture between them arise strands of shadowstuff, loose at first but quickly growing taut between her claws and the limbs of the spellcaster. She whispers, "Dance" as the strands pull taut and she begins to waggle her fingers like she's controlling a marionette. After a short dance, she throws her arms to the left to pull him off balance, and it becomes clear that the strands are attached not to the man but to the spooky skeleton hiding inside of him. As Rinika gestures, the skeleton violently attempts to remove itself from his body.

Casting Boneshaker, dealing 8d6 damage and moving him 5ft to the north. Fort DC16 to halve the damage and negate the movement.

8d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1, 1, 5, 4, 1, 4) = 26

Again Lunk springs into action. (Permission to groan granted.)

Spring Atk arcane power: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Damage: 2d8 + 20 ⇒ (8, 7) + 20 = 35

Savi spring-attacks the same dude!
Arcane Power Spring: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Thinking that the fight is nearly won, Nik decides not to cast warcrimes Glitterdust, instead he conjures a Flaming Sphere (DC 19; +1 CL) next to the fire place and rolls it into the hut the four-armed worm-looking fellow.
He then pulls out a vial of liquid ice.

fire (DC 19 reflex negates): 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 6) = 14
SR: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Fort vs the bone game: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

The spellslinger's bones begin to fracture and break as they violently try to escape from his body. It's clear he's passed out halfway through the spell.

Reflex vs Sphere: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

The remaining foe drops his large weapons and speaks, "Yeah I surrender. I want outta here anyway."

Combat over if you want it to be, if not everyone is up.

Nik directs the ball of fire into the fire place, trying not to cause more property damage than necessary for once.
He looks to see if the attackers all passed out or if any passed away.
Hopefully I can get at least one shambler to carry my stuff...

yay deathwatch goggles

Two of the four armed critters are dead, everyone else lived. Unless you want to redirect that fireball to the troll.

lol, poor troll... sounds like we really did kill his friend xD
Well, as much as I want a troll shambler, I don't want to kill him now that he's not trying to kill me.
I'll wait another day to see if Baraxx... oh wait he's laughing his butt off xD

Nik frowns up at Baraxx before muttering under his breath about 'gross sissy magic'.
He clears his throat.
"Sorry 'bout yer friends. Going to get one of 'em to clean up, though."

Nik stabs a stick into the ground near the two dead little ones as he asks "So, you know about those Ingress? they trap people on this plane or something? What's the big deal?"

what knowledge check to know how many HD these guys are? XD

Savi flies over the bunch and says, “You really wanna tell us everything too. Laughing boy only held back because he knows I hate the way you big people always kill each other. ’What time is it?’ ‘Prepare to die!’ I mean, can you all come up with a code word for let’s-not-kill-each-other? —like ‘hello.’

“Only, do that later. Now tell us what the Ingress is, why it’s such a big deal you tried to murder us for asking po-lite-lyyyyy. And don’t dilly-dally. Big Red gets pretty pissed after a fit of magically-compelled laughter.”

Savi changes her outfit to a little French maid uniform with a rainbow clown wig and a red ball nose.

“I’m wearing the clownmaiden outfit to calm him. To save your asses!!! Do ya get me? Talk like your life depends on it!”

Intimidate (VP comedy), Aid by Lunk: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 2 = 24

Lunk taps his own nose, emitting a honk sound, playing along with the notion that clowns calm Baraxx.
Comedy bonus makes aid auto-succeed.

The Prayer bonus might still be in effect.

Rinika slinks over to one of the tables near the combative patrons and sits on top of it, just looking at them curiously.

The bartender looks at the fairy like she's nuts (she is), "I didn't ask those barmy berks to put you in the dead-book." He starts to take money out of their pockets, "For repairs. Anyway yeah the Ingress are about an hour away." He gives you precise directions.

Will move on to the Ingress cave tomorrow, in case you want to make any preparations.

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

When Baraxx is able, he floats towards the ground, still laughing, holding his sides, "Baha, did you see how they sucked at stabbing, then Jek.. haha, then the fireball and whatever made the guy do the broken bone dance, haha haha". Feet touching the table as he wipes his eyes, he looks over at the prone bodies, all signs of levity replaced with malice as he looks over the enemies, fallen and surrendered. "Now where's the fool who cast a spell on me." he growls, an obsidian blade forming in his hand, but not the typical straight and sharp blade he prefers, this one is all crooked spiky bits and serrated edges, "I'm going to rip his spine out and feed it to him, or maybe beat him to death with one of his arms, I saw a tannar'ri do that this one time.. "

His tirade is interrupted as he notices the clown and fairy show going on and turns to watch, revenge forgotten by the spectacle and realization of the part his was playing finally working it way into his thick skull, he simply shows his biggest, most tooth filled smile.

Aid Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Jek grumbles a bit about his wound and takes their large weapons. "Repairs..." He pats the unconscious and dead ones down for anything else of use. "Nik, do you want these bodies barreled or are we animating the live ones now?

Let's restock on rations while we're here.

Lunk receives a sing from
Savi, and uses Mocking Bird to help her keep a ghost sound going when she gives the cue.

Aiding Savi’s comedy act.

”Now where's the fool who cast a spell on me.”

“We killed that guy,” Savi buIIshits. “Like my outfit? I call it ‘clownmaiden.’ I’m not ready for comedy-burlesque, but if that ever becomes a thing, this outfit’s a necessary step.

“Oh, and the guys who didn’t cast that spell on you surrendered and the barkeep said drinks are on the house if you agree to no-revengezees.”

She whispers to the barkeep, ghost sound accompanying her words, “I’m maaaagic’ly whispering so Big Red can’t heeeeear meeeee… but he can totally see my lips moving, so I can’t talk long or I’ll look suss.

“That’s short for suspicious to save time. Anyway, ya gotta get those drinks to us quickly—no buts!—matter o’ life and death. I think my clownmaiden costume’s not calming enough. I’m doing my best to keep the peace even though they started it.” She points at the guys who started the fight.

VP Comedy Bluff, Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 2 = 271d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 2 = 26

Baraxx squints at the small clown maid outfit before nodding, ”I do, could go without the hair and the nose but I guess that’s the point.”

At the mention of drinks for not killing more people, well, any people he sighs. ”Aw, but I didn’t even get to kill anyone. On the other hand, I am thirsty..” he growls, glancing longingly at the surrendered enemies, blades flashing in and out of his hand for a few moments before he sighs dramatically and clumps over to a stool by the bar, slapping his hand on the bar and growling ”whiskey.”

With his high constitution and good fort save I imagine Baraxx can really put away the booze if he wants to

edit, oh crap! I have a +9 will save not 8. I think that might have mattered at some point

edit 2, yep, I’d have hit that second wind madness will save right on the nose

"Na, we can let the ones who survived alone. Maybe take their pointy stuff so they don't stab us when they wake up. I'll just animate these two and have them help us carry stuff around." Nik explains as he pulls out an onyx, two pieces of obsidian, a bit of hematite, and a peridot.

Knowledge (Planes) to guess the two dead four armed guy's # of racial HD?: 1d20 + 21 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 21 - 2 = 29

If it's too much trouble to look up, I'll just assume it's 0 or 1 and that I need my last 100gp of gems to raise them both xD

2 hd, actually. And the knowledge was local.

After having a few drinks on your fallen foe's tab and a necromantic ritual or two the bartender kicks you out back into the wind.

The Ingress

Finally, in a side cave off a particularly windy passage, you spot something that might indicate you've arrived. A great beast, bloated and grotesque, rests its bulk here. The thing is so fat that you wonder if it could move at all. Pinkish gray skin covers the creature, with no sign of hair. A single obese, practically atrophied limb is visible, the other perhaps hidden under the voluminous layers of the beast's folded flesh. A tiny head looks your way, and the creature seems to beckon you into the cave.

When you enter bloblike creature uses its visible arm to lift up great folds of hanging flesh and from underneath squirm dozens of tiny humanoids. They don't speak but scamper right up to you. Each is only 3 to 4 feet tall, spindly thin, and hairless, with the same skin color and wide eyes as the larger creature. They all make hand motions towards their mouths and begin grabbing at your packs or wherever else you might be storing food.

Art on slide 1

two huh? I'll just make 'em both regular skeletons then xD
hooray for 29 know planes->20 know local? XD

"Hey Jek, remember those few hundred pounds of rations we stole? Maybe we should share a few pounds?" Nik suggests.
He looks at the creatures. "Assuming you guys can help us find the wand that Kestrod and Erehe hid for Kiaransalee?"

@Jek: Nik also used Extended Infernal Healing on Jek on the way here, so +20 hp for you ^^

The ingress do not answer Nik but continue to mime, indicating they want food. They take anything that is passably edible but are clearly not satisfied with a mere few pounds.

Let's restock on rations while we're here.

suddenly getting a few hundred extra pounds of rations seems like a good plan...

"Yeah, give 'em the food if they can help us out."

She looks up at the big blobby one. "You will help us out, right?"

Jek removes his backpack and begins giving each one a ration. He wonders if there's enough for seconds.

How many are there?