DM Delmoth's Planescape

Game Master Delmoth

Jek sighs as the Bebilith demands a living victim and implies that it'd normally hunt down his friends. He paces a bit while the others offer different solutions and then talks quietly with the group away from the edge.

"The more I think about this, the more it sounds a bit like a toll." Jek ruminates. "Now, they aren't always bad, but it didn't build the stairs. It ate them, and that's just mean. This all reminds me of 'The Three Brothers Gruff'. It's weird that they named the brothers all the same, but that's not the point of the story. The point is that mountain grass is delicious, and killing a murderous bully is for the best. So I think I agree with Skee."

"Agreed, except maybe not the tasty grass part. Why don't we see if we can recruit the glabrazu to styx the bebelith." Nik replies quietly.
He then pauses for a beat.

"I'm glad these things don't speak common. They only read thoughts we're projecting at 'em, right?" He adds.

"Anyone good at bobbing outer planar spiders? I think it'll understand anyone thinking at it. Just like the glabrazu from when we were a little- winded..." He trails off, shivering at the memory of the howling winds of pandemonium.

Enoch's blue metallic eyes follow the voice of Jek and the others, as they discuss the current state of affairs. The Bard then nods. He casts Blur.
I regret to inform you that we have decided to reject your indecent proposal.

The bebilith grates against you, "I don't speak your language mortals, but I understand you just fine. By all means crawl into my web."

Enoch begins to cast a spell and everyone tenses for the inevitable violence.

Round 1
Nikrir <-------------
Rinika <-------------
Skee <-------------
Bebilith
Xibalba
Enoch casting blur
Jek

If you're large size you are squeezing on these stairs, unless you have a thing for that. I believe Jek does.

As the bebilith strides forward, chittering menacingly, Khikril takes wing, flying a few feet away from the Staircase as he flings an explosive at the monstrous spider. His great black wings beat against the ethereal void between the worlds as he turns to the rest of his motley group, his customary grin now with a hint more madness than usual. "Finally - a field test for my new upgrades! X-302, KILL!"

Bomb (Range): 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 13 - 2 = 29
Damage: 6d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 5, 4, 5) + 6 = 31 Fire

At the back of the group, the golem straightens as its creator relays its command. Raising one hand, an aperture in the palm of its hand opens, and with a soft whoomph of pneumatics, a glass vial shoots from its hand, arcing high over the heads of Khikril's newfound allies to detonate against the bebilith's metallic hide.

Bomb (Squeezing): 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 15 - 4 = 30
Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 5, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6) = 33
Damage Type (Alphabetical): 1d4 ⇒ 4 - Fire

Rinika glides back to Jek and slaps his hindquarters, which results in him feeling truly uninhibited. "Go get her, tiger!"

Moving and casting Freedom of Movement on Jek.

Skee's bomb flies through the air and hit his target handily, however when it strikes the bebilith, Skee finds that no explosion happens, no fire, no sound, just a sad crunch as its container breaks against the tough exoskeleton of the abyssal creature. Hit, no damage

However the bomb of his golem strikes and explodes as expected lighting the bebilith and the surrounding web on fire. Revealing that these creatures nor their webs don't have any special defense against heat. Hit and full damage

Rinika likes high numbers: 1d100 ⇒ 41

Rinika finds that grabbing magic here is strange, there are surges in power, deep shorts, and the weave twists at odd angles. But she manages to hold onto the spell, this time.

The web remains intact enough to hold the bebilith up but it is spreading quickly.

Nik is up

"I'm glad you got to test your stuff, Skee; but I'd like to not burn down the web bridge, thanks." Nik says before trying to turn the fire into smoke.
He tries casting Pyrotechnics (DC 14).

20' cube of fire becomes smoke, hopefully it all fits in that cube still... or we can make a new bridge xD
Also, that's an SLA if that matters at all

Rinika finds that grabbing magic here is strange, there are surges in power, deep shorts, and the weave twists at odd angles. But she manages to hold onto the spell, this time.

Is this something I should already know about and have forgotten, or can I roll Planes on it?

Rinika wrinkles her nose at the strange feeling of the magic. "It's all mwerpy!"

It is not something that you know about. But Rinika does know the magical conditions on Ysgard with that roll.

Nik cast a spell: 1d100 ⇒ 56

Nik manages to snuff out the fire saving both the bebilith and the web.

Bite: 1d20 + 19 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 19 - 4 = 30
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 45
Piercing: 2d6 + 9 + 8 ⇒ (2, 5) + 9 + 8 = 24

The bebilith scuttles towards Enoch a little and the abyssal spider bites Enoch in the shoulder, it punctures through his mithral armor like it was gold foil. The wound begins to itch and burning furiously as its pulls away; his flesh begins to necrotize rapidly. Enoch needs to give me a DC 23 Fort save every turn or take 2 con damage for 4 rounds.

PCs go!

Enoch's blue metallic eyes follow the uneasy progress of the bebilith, as his stomach mirrors that feeling!
I feel like you may be invading my personal space. Yup! Ouch! I feel like my Constitution has just been drained. Or damaged? It's really confusing. But in either case, it sucks.

Fortitude DC 23, Aphorite Resistances (Ex): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 2 = 15

Enoch does indeed look a bit more pale (if you could see under his mask, cloak, clothing, whatever)....

The Bard does glance down at himself.
Is my Blur spell working? It looks like it to me, but then again, I just ate some venom, so ...

The Aphrorite begins to wobble a bit.
I see dead people.

Jek beams at Rinika and then somehow nimbly dashes through his companions up to the Bebilith.

Belt of the Weasel for Compression; Wheeling Charge allows charging through allies; Ride-by-Attack negates AoOs from the target
Ignoring 10' of difficult terrain as well as Freedom of Movement

Swift to Challenge; Full Round to Charge

Merciful Lance (Charging, Power Attack(FF)): 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 19 + 2 = 33
Non-Lethal (3x, 1.5 Str, PA, Challenge): 9d6 + 36 + 27 + 30 ⇒ (1, 6, 5, 6, 6, 3, 3, 5, 5) + 36 + 27 + 30 = 133

Horns (Charging, Power Attack, Secondary): 1d20 + 17 + 2 - 3 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 2 - 3 - 5 = 15
Piercing (3x, 0.5 Str, PA, Challenge): 3d8 + 3d6 + 9 + 18 + 30 ⇒ (5, 8, 2) + (1, 1, 1) + 9 + 18 + 30 = 75

AC at 20 vs the Bebilith. If Jek damaged it, it has -3 to Saves.

Mwerpy?
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (9) + 23 = 32
Is that enough for Nik to know too?

"What Rinika said." Nik agrees.
"On both counts." He explains.
Now that the fire is out, Nik tries casting Haste on the party.

I think that buffs everyone within 30' of Jek. So all but Xibalba & Rinika?

As the bebilith tears into his newfound ally Enoch's armor, Khikril squawks out a surprised curse, flying up to the aphorite and pressing a vial smelling faintly of embalming fluid into his hand. "Here - drink this. It will necrotize the injured tissue." Snapping his clawed fingers, he motions to his golem without turning his head. "X-302, covering fire."

Infused extract of Cure Serious Wounds.

As its creator moves in to heal Enoch, X-302 launches another explosive vial from its arm. Unlike the last volley, however, this one flies right into the towering creature's mandibles before detonating with a crackling field of static, sparks arcing along the creature's metallic shell.

Alchemical Bomb: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 5, 3, 1, 4, 4, 3) = 28
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Damage Type (Alphabetical): 1d4 ⇒ 3 electricity damage

Mwerpy, eh?

Xibalba shrugs, busier bemoaning her sniffles. Her misery is cut short though watching bombs suddenly lob forth and her warden plow headfirst into the web as well as its keeper. Despite her astonishment of Jek’s combat prowess, she inhales deeply from her hookah and blows out towards the creature sending a cloud white aromatic stream of smoke billowing. It crosses the webby stairs toward the psychic menace curling into the shape of ten foot chains, wrapping around its limbs.

Shadow Evocation Chains of Perdition DC 25 Will Save to disbelieve.
Dirty Trick Entangle CMB: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30
Knowledge Planes on Glabrezu: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Recalling no such creature, Xibalba sinks into the stairs moving across the bottom, incorporeally gliding closer to the Bebilith.

Lance 20% Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 39
Horns 20% Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 17

Enoch's masked face turns to regard the Alchemist's Infusion with sympathy.
While my gratitude is real, my symptoms are a bit more Constitution based. At least, thus far.

The Aphrodite coughs a bit of bloody phlegm into a clean white handkerchief.

Suddenly a light flickers momentarily in the Aphrorite's Blue metallic eyes as he notices the two vivid puncture wounds in his shoulder.
Huh. Weird. Maybe I will have that drink.

Cure Serious Wounds: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (3, 3) + 10 = 16

don't forget the 24 damage from the bite itself xD

dice=Lance 20% Miss Chanced100

dice=Horns 20% Miss Chanced100

Unnecessary, the hover feat doesn't grant concealment if you're with 15ft of the target.

Jek puts the bebilith gently to sleep. Allowing you pass without trouble.

Nik and Xibalba keep your spells.

Enoch drinks: 1d100 ⇒ 23
Enoch drinks: 1d100 ⇒ 18

Enoch finds that his wounds don't heal as expected as the instability of magic in this area alters the magical concoction. Enoch needs to give me a will save DC 19, if he fails see spoiler below

Enoch save vs bebilith rot round 2: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 2 - 1 = 26

Enoch save vs bebilith rot round 3: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 2 - 1 = 29

Luckily for Enoch his strange physiology is able to combat the rot inflicted by the bebilith.

Nik scratches his cheek as he decides not to cast Haste after all.
"Nice. Don't ya think we should styx it, though? I guess we can always kick it off the stairs."

As the chitin-covered creature falls, Khikril lands on the Staircase again, glancing enviously at its impressive armor plates, but his duty as a doctor overrides his avarice, and he moves to Enoch, unslinging his healer's satchel from over his shoulder. "Here, let me take a look." He probes the bite mark tentatively, taking a small sample of the aphorite's blood and testing it with a drop of some alchemical reagent that causes it to violently bubble over the sides of the vial. "Your wounds aren't too bad - your system is healthy, and it's fought off the poison fairly well. I have some antivenom injections that could help, but they take some time without strenuous activity to work. I'll apply it later, monitor it to make sure your central nervous system doesn't spontaneously combust."

I can make the Con damage go away, but it needs 8 hours of rest.

At Nik's words, he turns to his friend, giving another sideways blink. "That plan sounds like it wouldn't let me use its chitin to create golem armor. Is there any way we could harvest it first?"

"That plan sounds like it wouldn't let me use its chitin to create golem armor. Is there any way we could harvest it first?"

Jek blinks several times. "Well... it won't fit in the barrel... Let's get this off the web for you..." He begins dragging it back. "If you need me, I'll be way over there on the other side where the smell won't be."

Will DC 19: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Enoch smiles at the Doctor.
It may be worth mentioning that I happen to be highly allergic to vemon. Especially Tanar'ri sources. I may not have completed the correct calculations for this endeavor....

Ready to move upwards?

"Psssh. Like that thing could have taken a Glabrezu."

Rinika slinks off, onward and upward.

"Which was my whole point..." Nik sighs, following along.

Which reminds me, I think Jek ferries us across with his freedom of movement? except the golem, the golem can unstick itself if needed, I'm sure xD

Rinika can fly herself across

As you ascend you begin to hear a horrendous sound, haunting off tune, almost melodies of a pipe so bad that it begins to affect you. You are put at ill ease and perhaps physically ill.

Everyone must make a DC 20 will save or take -2 to attacks, damage, saving throws, and ability checks.

After a climb of 100 feet you arrive at a landing with one door and another flight of stairs leading down. On the landing sits a bunch of drooling Tanar'ri, the very least of their kind, manes. Manes can never truly be killed, when they die their bodies dissolve into an acidic cloud and reforms after a day.

Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

my deathwatch goggles work normally on this plane, right?
Nik looks them over suspiciously, making sure they're alive and uninjured with his crystal goggles.
"Enjoying the shrooms?" He asks, taking a wild guess.

know planes? About shrooms: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (12) + 21 = 33 -9 if dungeoneering is more appropriate, -2 more if the mushrooms are living creatures

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

As Khikril ascends the staircase, he grimaces at the discordant sound, shaking his head to clear it - after a moment, however, he blinks, seemingly unaffected by its more deleterious effects. Upon noticing the manes, he glances at them curiously before peering over the side of the landing to examine one of the strange blue mushrooms. "Do these look normal to you, Nik? Maybe it's some sort of... I don't know, gestalt creature of some sort? Maybe these manes are spore hosts or something, gestating the fungus within them." He cautiously pokes at one of the mushrooms, covering his nose and mouth with one wing. "Probably shouldn't breathe in too much around here."

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 20 = 31

Will DC20: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29 +2 if mind-affecting

"Eugh. Meow that is unpleasant."

Do we actually see the shrooms? They aren't mentioned in the post.

Rinika takes a peek at the underside of the platform to see if there are any blue mushrooms there. If not, she'll go check out the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

When Skee leans over the stairs to find some upsidedown mushrooms, Nik also stops a moment to address his winged friend.
"Are you you really looking for shrooms while those Manes are like that? Oh, not you too, Rinika."
Nik scratches his cheek, torn between curiosity and more protective instincts.

Will vs DC 20: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Jek begins to retch a bit but quickly reswallows.

"Wouldn't want to waste the good stuff. How is this music so awful?"

He looks through his pack and takes out two vard gum earplugs, brushes them off a bit, and sticks them in his ears.

Enoch's blue metallic eyes follow the rise of the group as they ascend the Infinite Staircase. The Aphrorite sighs.
Not yet. Not yet

Bowing formally to their collective behinds, the Chronicler of Worlds smiles as he descends back to reality.....

Rinika and Skee examine the mushrooms growing under the platform and can't really find anything remarkable about them. A quick examination by Skee proves that they are not poisonous or hallucinogenic to most people. They could serve as bland rations if cooked.

As Rinika approaches the platform she spies the source of the racket, one of the manes has a set of pan pipes that it is somehow producing the 'music'.

As the horde sees Rinika they all scream bloody murder.

Round 1
Nik <------------
Jek <------------
Rinika <------------
Manes
Xibalba
Skee

Planes on Manes, probably shoulda done that earlier: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

Welp.

"Umbra meows benedicat"

Casting prayer, which should hit everyone except Nik (unless he moves up) and the very furthest Mane.
You and each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a –1 penalty on such rolls

AC 25| HP 80/80 | Spells: 5: 5/5 4: 6/7, 3: 6/7 2: 7/7, 1:8/8

Will Save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

She waves at the departing Enoch, knowing that endless beings like them would eventually meet again.

Even though the spider was now silent, her nausea hadn’t faded, if anything it had worsened. An out of key melody ran torturous circles in her head, and covering her ears didn’t seem to help.

”Not music, tha is too charitable. Any fool can maketh noise, Master-Jek.”
When the mob of Mane came into view, Xibalba calls out and squares up. “Vile homunculi, cease throttling cats instantwise!”

na, Nik is pretty happy in the back and likely won't need any of those things XD
Also, I can't reach Rinika, I hope it works out... You probably already get a huge speed buff from Jek, I think :D

Nik, Knowing how to apply the most damage in the least time, quickly casts Haste. He targets every ally that's less than half dead, and the golem too.

"Fireball?" Nik asks no one in particular, thinking about Manes.

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 23 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 23 - 2 = 33 Are they flammable or inflammable? :D

Nik knows that they are resistant to fire but not immune. And that he needs a spell key to evoke fire on Ysgard anywhere but Muspelheim.

"Oh my that's a lot of... them. Careful everyone!"

Swift: Tactician: Giving entire group Escape Route
Move: Martial Flexibility: Combat Reflexes

Jek rushes up next to Rinika and eyes them carefully. "Stay back!"

AC at 26 (shield, haste, banner); +6 Temp HP from Arcane Vessel

Also at AC 26 with Haste

The manes rush Rinika and Jek, dropping the malicious panflute in the process. The song still rings in your heads for rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4. As the creatures rush you, Jek expertly skewers three of the least Tanar'ri. As they die they dissolve into caustic clouds of acid.

Acid vs Jek and Rinika: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Acid vs Jek: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Acid vs Jek: 1d6 ⇒ 4

The above can be halved with a DC 20 reflex save each

Unburdened by their companion's death the remaining manes attempt to rake their claws against any open flesh, but each fails to find purchase either due to hardened steel, quick reflexes, or shadowy deception.

Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Claws vs Jek: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Claws vs Rinika: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Claws vs Rinika: 1d20 ⇒ 6

PCs go!

"Fireball?"

Khikril looks up, surprised, as his allies discuss the threat posed by the manes. "Hm? Oh - they aren't fungal hosts after all. A shame, really - I rather wanted to dissect one." After a moment, his voice shifts from wistful regret to excitement as he processes Nik's words. "Fireball, or its closest alchemical approximation! Probably best if you keep your heads down. And try not to breathe in too much again - the fumes from this can cause..." He twirls one talon in a circle near his ear in the gesture for madness. "Halitosis, if you know what I mean. A very nasty case indeed. Also, they might vitrify your lung tissue, which would be bad."

Khikril zips over the heads of the others on the Staircase as he flies towards the front rank, landing behind Jek and Rinika with his medical supplies already at the ready. "Just say the word, friends, and I'll help. Oh, and X-302, bombard the enemy back rank on my mark... MARK!"

At its creator's command, the towering alchemical golem launches another explosive vial full of random alchemical material over the heads of the warriors in front of it, detonating firmly behind the bulk of the mane force.

Bomb (Squeezing, Magenta): 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 15 - 4 = 24
Damage: 6d8 ⇒ (4, 5, 8, 8, 7, 3) = 35
Damage Type (Alphabetical): 1d4 ⇒ 2 cold damage

"I wish Jek were immune to acid?" Nik says, hopeful.

Then he tries conjuring a ray of Enervation, hoping he can manage it inspite of the... mwerpy-ness.

d100 success? Or just fail?: 1d100 ⇒ 92
ranged touch vs purple into melee: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 11
negative levels: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Reflex DC20 + Prayer: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 = 14

"MrOW!"

That acid hurts! A little!

Rinika moves back under the cover of Jek's big swingin lance. Seeing Nik blasting the Mane near her, she looks over with a malicious grin and gestures with puppeteering fingers.

Rinika casts Boneshaker on black-border. Assuming these things have a skeleton, its bones try to shake free of it and it lurches 5 ft, off of the platform, which does not provoke. Fort save DC 17 for half damage and no forced movement.

Boneshaker Damage: 9d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 4, 4, 2, 2, 1, 1, 5) = 23

AC 26| HP 74/80 | Spells: 5: 5/5 4: 6/7, 3: 6/7 2: 6/7, 1:8/8

The golem freezes one of the manes solid causing its body to explode, bursting with acidic ice chips that dig into Jek’s flesh. Nik drains the life out of another, he wonders if this will override their immortality, but regardless it dissolves into an acid cloud like the others engulfing Jek, Skee, and Rinika. Finally Rinika shakes the bones out of another Mane bathing Jek in another cloud of caustic gas. No mwerpyness this time.

Acid vs Jek: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Acid vs Jek: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Acid vs Jek, Skee, Rinika: 1d6 ⇒ 1

DC 20 reflex for half again.

Action to Xibalba and Jek.

Xibalba’s head automatically snaps up to Nik. She wags a finger, smirking. “Tsk tsk. Tha has received a wish this day, kiln-kin” . The wag turns to a snap. Using his wish as a component, the giant djinn floats forward, spewing fumes from her hookah gathering towards her wish warden.
“Second go around is less than perfectwise.” Her eyes crackle as she passes through her companions, floating partially in the stairs near the scuffle. At the touch of her smoke, Jek takes on a more cloudy nature.

Shadowform on Jek. DC26 to disbelieve or 20% hit chance for enemies attacking him. +1 caster level due to Nik’s wish.

Mwerpy d100: 1d100 ⇒ 49