DM Delmoth's Planescape

Game Master Delmoth

Is it subject to SR?
"Who? But that looks like- uh- wait..." Nik says, squinting hard.
will save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
He watches, brain moving as quick as molasses uphill, as Xibalba gets attacked.
"Hey! That's our djinn." He explains.

He casts Ray of Enfeeblement (DC 18): a coruscating ray springs form his hand towards on Xibalba's attacker.
Ranged Touch vs not-a-kyton? -into melee: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 10 - 4 = 15
SR?+1 CL for necromancy?: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 1 = 33
Already capped on str penalty: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Khikril, focused on the hill giant, doesn't notice the other captive shifting into kyton form until the fight breaks out in earnest. He whirls, trying to bring his crossbow to bear... and the figure has changed. His wings flare open, and his eyes do their characteristic sideways blink a handful of times as he looks into the eyes of his brood-mother Ainnirrawk'skrisiww.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Shaking his head, he manages to escape the web of illusions the kyton weaves, calling out to his allies with a scowl. "Krevaar! No - you're not Ainnirrawk'skrisiww! Some sort of illusion?" Glaring at the kyton, he fumbles with his alchemist's satchel. "I hope you've enjoyed your time of not being on fire, you rusty kotaar - it's coming to an end!"

Will: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 2 = 16

"Hey, I let you out, what's the big id-CONOR!"

The look of shock, hope, and grief that shadows Rinika's face as she stares at the Kyton and hesitates is about to be heartbreaking.

Will at beginning of turn: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 = 23

The illusion breaks, Rinika takes half a guarded step back and her face contorts in rage. "How DARE you? Those memories are precious!"

Planes: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26

She tries ro figure out where this Kyton would be able to survive just long enough to reflect on their own misdeeds

She pulls out a small turning fork and a pinch of ash, smacks the turning fork on her armor as she sprinkles the ash on it, then she dashes forward towards the kyton as the fork rings a pure tone.

Casting plane shift, then moving to touch the kyton, Will DC 20

Touch Attack with claw: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
CL vs SR: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

"Hope you hate fire, #&@^!"

Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Xibalba gives a shrill scream as the hooks rend her misty flesh. It had been an age since she'd felt the bright searing sensation. For a moment, Penela was back, now wrapped in chains smeared with her bluish blood. She JUST manages to recoil away from the nightmare and fights her instintict to flee. Hearing the fury of her indignant companions brought her back to the frightening present.

Shaking, she stretches a still bleeding arm into a frantic set of snaps as if she would dismiss the rattling horror any faster.

"Violater! Let all wishen this fiend rushed to the grave!"

Xibalba casts Haste on everyone, one more time!

Jek charges past the insubstantial wishcrafter giving the offending kyton a parting lance. His horns are deflected by a lashing chain. Hit with lance did 111 damage.

Nik's ray strikes true draining fiend of its strength but it fights off the worst of it. Hit and beat SR but it made the save so 3 str damage.

Rinika maneuvers up to the kyton wielding a tuning fork which begins to glow red hot as if being heated by fire. She touched the fork to the chain fiend but the pure tone turns sour and the glow is extinguished. Hit and beat SR but the save was successful.

Rinika is not sure what would happen to the kyton, they are not resistant to fire at all but cannot be killed except by silver or blessed weapons.

The kyton turns to Jek and lashes out, pulling barbed chains from the floors and walls. They dig into his vulnerable flesh, making a bloody mess. Hit twice crit once for 49 damage.

Derm looks stupidly at the kyton. ”Wassit? Huh?”, he mumbles.

PCs are go!

Fort vs Enervation: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Will vs plane shift: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
Chain vs Jek, PA, str dam: 1d20 + 20 - 4 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 20 - 4 - 1 = 22
Chain vs Jek, PA, str dam: 1d20 + 20 - 4 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 20 - 4 - 1 = 21
Chain vs Jek, PA, str dam: 1d20 + 20 - 4 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 20 - 4 - 1 = 23
Chain vs Jek, PA, str dam: 1d20 + 20 - 4 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 20 - 4 - 1 = 34
Chain vs Jek, confirm? : 1d20 + 20 - 4 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 20 - 4 - 1 = 26

Slashing vs Jek, str dam: 1d6 + 7 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 8 - 1 = 17
Slashing vs Jek, str dam: 1d6 + 7 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 8 - 1 = 17
Slashing vs Jek, str dam, crit: 1d6 + 7 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 8 - 1 = 15

well, turning that 23 into a 22 already means Nik made her whiff once xD
Also minus 3 damage?
Will vs DC 22 to snap out of it: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
"Stop Zombington! Er- wait-" Nik says, shaking his head as though it would help him ignore the charm affecting him.

"Hey Jek, c'mere so I can stitch you up." Nik explains as he pulls out his Lesser Rod of Extend Metamagic.

After a moment he adds "I wish you'd take a step closer too, Xibalba."

I forget about rend so we'll call it even.

wow, Kytons are strong @_@

Rinika sneers at the willful kyton, steps behind the big lady for safety, and takes a look at the big dope, filing away a possibility for later. She yells over at Jek, "We need silver or holy damage to kill it, got any?" As she asks, she subtly slips her pocket watch out of a pocket. Sleight of hand: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28

Then she casts Blessing of Fervor, empowering her allies.

Jek stares at the brutal chains digging through his flesh. "Yeah. Great idea Nik! Just have to be a little careful 'bout it. Silver or Holy? Uh..." His mind races to consider all of the wares on his back. "Uh... Wallop it with a sack of silver jink? There's a censer in there... maybe..."

Swift Action: Tactician: Allies get Escape Route

Jek prods the kyton with a parting stab.
Blessing of Fervor selection: +2 bonus on attack rolls and a +2 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves

Merciful Lance (PA, BoF): 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 21 + 2 = 33
Nonlethal: 3d6 + 14 + 8 ⇒ (4, 5, 1) + 14 + 8 = 32

He retreats to Nik. Movement does not provoke due to Escape route. AC at 28.

Derm holds up the chains formerly binding him and says helpfully, "Dis is hole-y."

Action to Skee and Nik

Nik is done, actually. Using an action to wield the Rod of Extend and only having the 1 because I failed my save again xD
gogo Khikril :D

Derm holds up the chains formerly binding him and says helpfully, "Dis is hole-y."

Action to Skee and Nik

"Well, try hitting the chain person with it!"

Apologies - I hadn't seen that my turn was up.

Khikril scowls as Rinika's spell fails to take hold on the creature, and his talon dips into his bag for more alchemical bomb ingredients. "You WILL NOT TOUCH my past! I think you need a lesson in how to burn, you kkr'rwwkriww'fiir'priirik..." Trailing a litany of what are presumably curses in his whistling bird-language, he pulls the cork out of a vial with an illustration of a skull using his teeth, empties it into a rather large flask of ominously red liquid, and hurls the violently fizzing concoction in the kyton's general direction.

Alchemist's Bomb Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24
Damage: 6d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 3, 1, 6, 5, 1) + 12 = 33 fire damage

I think Targeted Bomb Admixture is still up from the nupperibo fight, correct? If not, reduce primary damage by 6 and deal 12 splash damage.

Scowling, his head jerks around to glare at his alchemical golem as he points furiously at the kyton. "X-302, make it dead!"

X-302 obediently steps forward, alchemical fluids leaking from its damaged form, and lifts its arm towards the creature, unleashing another volley of random volatile liquids.

Bomb: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 3, 4, 2, 6, 3) = 24 - Type (alphabetical order): 1d4 ⇒ 3 - fire damage

Jek skewers it and a pair of bombs explode on the kytons body. Blasted flesh and broken chains litter the prison. The kyton falls unconscious.

Perhaps it was the kyton stealing the chains within, the violence inflicted by the bombs, or the accumulated weight of everyone in the chamber but the floor begins to bow as you hear the ting ting ting snapping of links.

Rinika and Nik can give me DC 15 acrobatics checks to scramble out the door. Everyone else or if the above two only miss by 4 or less needs to give me a DC 20 reflex save to grab ahold of a chain or...

Falling damage: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 4, 3, 4, 3, 5, 2, 2, 6) = 35

The above does not apply if you are currently flying or have some other means to save yourself with an immediate action.

Derm Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Derm, miraculously, grabs ahold of a sturdy chain with one massive hand and hangs there asking Rinika, "Do wut now?"

For everyone who fails their reflex and/or acrobatics: Nik has Feather Fall.
If noone starts falling, he might just... not use it yet xD

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Jek snags several chains, spins, and seems to be enjoying himself as he swings back and forth.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Rinika hops back through the door and a few feet into the air on her shadowy wings. Derm looks to her for direction and she responds. "Hang on then, can you myake it over here?"

She looks around for the kyton in all the chaos...

Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

Khikril manages to grab hold of a chain as the floor collapses, gathering his bearings for a moment before taking wing, hovering in the center of the room as he shakes a talon in the general direction of the sky. "Krevaar! Damn you, gravity, you arbitrary and harsh mistress!" Furrowing his brow in thought, he glances around at his allies where they dangle from the room's chains. "...I hesitate to suggest this, but maybe just try letting go? I am a rather good surgeon - I could fix you up at the bottom." His ebon eyes light up as he raises his index finger in triumph. "Idea! Idea! If I had the right parts, I could design a flying machine - using the heat generated by me setting your hair on fire, I just might be able to create enough lift to allow us to glide away from this fortress without being subject to the capricious whims of gravity. I'll need quite a bit of sturdy wood, as well as approximately twenty square meters of canvas - look around you, do any of you see parts that could be used to create a rudimentary lathe?"

Golem Minion Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

X-302 interrupts its excitable creator's description of his latest impractical plan by toppling into the chasm with the shriek of metal on metal.

Khikril looks down, blinking. "Ah. It seems X-302 has grasped the fundamentals of my plan, but seems to be running dangerously low on ontological inertia. Excuse me for a moment while I stave off entropy."

Folding his wings into a dive that terminates at the bottom of the shaft, he sets to work repairing his damaged creation.

Using Healing Touch - I thought that fast healing worked on constructs, right? If nobody else resolves the situation for a bit, I'll use up the rest of my daily charges and restore 55 HP to the golem.

And Xibalba already floats, right? :D

"I like Skee's idea for a quick drop and a quicker stop, minus the quick parts. I can float us all down together. Can everyone let go when Rinika and I jump down?" Nik suggests.

Pretty sure Xibalba only flies.

Derm holds on for his life and closes his eyes so that he doesn’t accidentally look down. At Rinika’s bading he swings towards her voice and lets go, but he forgets to open his eyes. Without any vision to guide his hand he grabs ahold of Jek instead and the pair plummet to the bottom of tower unless someone intervenes.

Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 58
Grapple vs Jek: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32

Nik expels a rather squeaky "Jek!" before casting Feather Fall on Jek and Derm.

"Uh- and Derm?" he adds.

As Nik casts his spell with a single word Jek and Derm float downwards safely. Rinika takes the opportunity to beat the unconscious kyton with her silver pocket watch burning their skin badly in the process and halting their ability to heal long enough to kill the fiend.

Combat over!

Derm begins to snap chains in the wall one by one with singular focus creating a path to the entrance chamber after a few minutes of work.

"You're sneaky, Rinika. Got a good way for us to sneak down? I see Derm breaking a hole in the entrance for us. Maybe we don't need the direct approach..." Nik says to Rinika, hoping that there are no more Kytons in the building, but pessimistic enough to expect them.

Nik pats himself down, inspecting two scrolls before putting them away again.
"I have Fly on me, but I'd rather not waste it for this. I guess we can always try climbing down too..." He adds trailing off as he looks down the hole in the floor.

The sting of her lacerated arm breaks Xibalba from her horror as the floor collapses beneath her companions. Cursing herself for being too slow to save Khikrils construct or Jek from the foolish Derm, she mournfully eyes the distance below.

"Rinika-friend, Xibalba compliment tha's death dealing." She does little to hide her grin at the sight of the beaten kyton corpse before floating to Nik.

"Wastesome not tha script magic, Flame-kin. 'Might' will suffice us. With tha's permission?" She spreads her larger arms open in a cradle, preparing to descend with her new precious cargo.

"A forewarning. No magicly flying carpet japes or Khikril's option will suddenly be tha's only one..." Xibalba adds with an inscrutable expression.

Nik's eyebrows shoot up.
Then he sees her arm-cradle.
Oh, it's still torn up-
"Uh- arm first." Nik replies, waving his rod and casting extended Infernal Healing on Xibalba.
+20 HP over the next 2 minutes & no more bleeding

"Ehem- I wish for a gentle ride down to Jek and the others. Ooh- and one for Rinika too." Nik says, climbing on.

After taking a quick look back at the ledge, Nik eventually realizes Rinika beat them to the bottom. Then he remembers she can fly.
"Oh- uh- maybe Rinika doesn't need a ride." he explains, scratching his cheek thoughtfully.
"Thanks for the lift." He adds, proving he has manners after all.

Jek eyes go wide as Derm grabs him. As he slips free of the chain and begins to plummet his eyes dart around looking for anything to grab. Not good... He had never landed on a hill giant before... are they soft? he briefly wonders before suddenly his fall slows down drastically. He lets out a breath in relief. After a few moments of slow descent, he begins to spin end over end - cautiously.

The entire party plus Derm manages to safely, relatively, descend to the floor below. The giant continues to pull apart the chain until a hole big enough for him to squeeze through onto the Kyton's Quarter opens up.

"Derm smash chain guys. Thankies," his voice carries too loudly across the mostly empty streets as he begins to step outside.

"We don't have to do anything, right? We can just let him do his thing?" Nik suggests, hopeful to avoid further unnecessary effort.
Then he sighs heavily.
"We should escort him off the plane, shouldn't we?"

"We...can escort him off the plane."

Rinika thinks. "I can plane shift us off now, but that just adds complications later. Which, maybe that's okay. Or...hmm. We could try shadow walking. It will only get us close, but at least it should skip the most dangerous part. Derm! Derm, come back here! I have another way out."

After granting Nik's ground-based wish, she shoots him a grateful grin for tending to her arm.

Though some wounds are tougher to heal...

Xibalba attempts to keep watch, occasionaly glancing over her shoulder to show the others she's still listening to their escape plan. Fearing further mental meddling, she takes advantage of the momentary calm to whisper a prayer.

Twisting her fumbling digits, Xiblaba performs the familar holy rite; a series of gestures not unlike those of a sedate centipede moonwalking in concentric circles. She offers self important whispers as further tribute before finishing by lighting a hand rolled 'Beedi'. Inhaling the smoke in three shallow breaths, she silently begs to lose the thought of her lost beloved entombed in murderous chains...and exhales a lie to her God that the ritual is to honor Mahathallah instead.

Perception: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Derm furrows his massive brows, ”Ok little fur ball.” He watches with dim interest as Xibalba performs a death rite over the deceased kyton. Xibalba's hackles are raised when she sees a dragonfly drift by overhead, its iridescent exoskeleton reflecting the wane light of this layer of Baator.

In the distance you see five figures speeding towards you, at first they appear to be flying or levitating but as they draw near, you see long chains holding the beings like spiders racing towards entangled prey.

”Ok little fur ball.”

Jek quietly takes out his list, moves down the page, and starts writing just under "Unit 7" and "Antinomy."

"Hells. I wish Derm looked like he was in chains." Nik says.

"Derm, don't say anything. Don't hit anything. I'll tell you when you can talk again. We'll just lie to those guys about... something." He adds, addressing Derm while showing off his experience with the... instructionally challenged.

Derm's throat makes a threatening rumble as Nik.

Are you plane shifting away or waiting for the kyton patrol to find you?

Nik is in favor of bluffing, but I'm also okay with an emergency plane shift out xD

Rinika weighs the incoming kytons against a random trip to who-knows-where and makes a quick decision. She mutters a few words, touches Derm, and Derm is gone.

Casting Invisibility.

She says, low, "Yeah, let's try the lies. If things go sour, everyone grab hands when I start talking spells again and I'll get us out of here."

Then she starts walking with a purpose, and turns a corner to walk at right angles to the original path/path of the incoming chain-gang.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

The party makes a hasty retreat into the streets of the kytons quarters. Thanks to the invisibility spell and Rinika's adept ability to lose a tail not foreshadowing I promise, the party easily can escape the kyton patrol. Though you don't have to if you don't want to. You can get a surprise round on them if you like.

Derm grunts in a manner that you take as disappointment.

"Nice. Let's go." Nik says. He follows behind Rinika closely as she leads the way.

Jek follows along with a grin as he prepares to abandon the land of not-so-nice-and-sometimes-bitey chains for the land of long confusing stairs.

"Ahhhh, the stairs'll be nice. This place sucks. Derm! You coming along? Where ya from, how'd you get here? What's your favorite food? Why were these chain devils holding you?"

"Uh- I think we're far enough away you can talk now." Nik explains.

You escape the plane of Baator and the Jingling City without further trouble, thanks to your own magic and skill. At least the suppressing effect made your escape much easier.

Derm squeezes through the doorway to the infinite staircase and answers Rinika, "Derm is hungry. You have human ribs? Derm could eat dat. Derm is from mountain place, was there and then Derm wasn't there, was in chain place. Derm smash chain guys, then they get Derm."

Let me know when you're ready to head to the Place of Wind

"Riveting. We had Drow & Khaasta ribs, but they went bad." Nik says nonchalantly.

Rinika scratches an ear then gazes xontemplatively at her paw when the Spot crosses it.

"Is undead meat edible? Is it safe? Is it safer than normal? Does it depend?"

She glances at Khikril. "Uh, Nik, that was directed at you. I don't think...y'know, Khikril, sure, you're going to answer anyway, go for it," she says with a healthy dose of skepticism.

She walks a bit ahead of the group on the stairs as they make their way to the Windy Place.

"We had Drow & Khaasta ribs, but they went bad."

Jek looks a bit ill at the thought of eating anything in the barrel, rummages around in his saddlebag, and munches on some leftover Dothion barbed grass.

"That's better. A bit dry but still good. We have rations if you like. I have no idea what's really in them. Perhaps you'll get lucky and find one that tastes like humans..." He takes out four and offers them to Derm.