GM Bigrin's The Fall of Plaguestone (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Rick rolls his eyes. "Maybe next time we send the goblin in to take a look instead of the pudding monster?"

d'Log tries to duck along to a side of the cave, out of the way and pretends he is a rock.

Dahros shouted back the fact that there were orcs there, informing both his party and the orcs that enemies were about. d'Log faded into the shadows, intent on taking advantage of the low light as much as he could.

d'Log, throws a green goblin hand in the air raising 2 fingers then he tip toes around the stone to another outcrop of rocks

not too sure how tall this rock I'm near is, but d'Log is hiding behind it hoping he wasn't spotted in his sneaking. It should be greater cover for him

d'Log snuck in and slid behind a rock. The orcs, still turning to face the intruders missed his form in the shadows. They did not miss Dahros, though, standing int he open at the entrance to their lair. Both reached down to grab vials of elixirs and drink them down. Then each grabbed a handful of the vials and bottles and moved up to attack.

Ykka keeps playing her song, slapping the bow against the strings in a flourish as 2 magic missiles fly through the air toward yellow.

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 + 2 = 9

Inspire Courage marked off by the purple circle.

Rick rolls up and starts tossing flames at the nearest orc.

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

d'Log sticks to the shadows and cover to advance on the al-chemical orcs
stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Dahros moves in, running past Rick and swinging his warhammer at the first enemy he can find.

Warhammer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Hearing the commotion, skittles rushes in and pauses at the site. She is unsure whether to help fight the orcs, or use this time to science the hell out of the alchemy lab.

"I could set up a base in here! This place is awesome!"
Not wanting to damage the equipment, she holds up her crossbow and lets a bolt fly at [yellow]
atk handcrossbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Rick, completely ignoring the dangers of hurling fire into a room full of chemicals, slammed a fireball into the nearest orc. It flinched back and Dahros ran in to smack it with his hammer, but the move actually saved it. Skittles and Ykka launched missiles at the same time. The magical ones hit, but the crossbow boat did not. d'Log took advantage of Dahros grabbing all the attention to sneak across the room, hopefully unobserved.

The orc by Dahros stepped back and flung both flasks it was holding in the man's face. The other orc did the same, hurling its two flasks. Dahros yelled and clutched at his face as acid splashed on him from one flask, and bottled lightning from another. his legs were peppered as the two missed flasks splashed on his legs. Both orcs snatched up another pair of flasks from the nearby work tables.

Dahros stepped up, growling loudly as his face burns. [b]"You f+%~er!"[b/] and brings the hammer DOWN on it. Repeatedly.

Warhammer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Warhammer: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Ykka winces as the magic flares around Dahros. She runs up after him, maintaining the song and looking for something to fire at one of the orcs.

Double Move and maintain Inspire Courage.

Skittles rushes up next to Rick, reloads her crossbow, and lets another bolt fly.

"Hang in there Dahros! You are doing good work!"

atk: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Rick continues his magical barrage in an attempt to bring down the orcish alchemists.

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
F Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Elemental Toss: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
F Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Rick shouts as his fire flies astray, "Look out, it might get a little hot in here!"

stealth climb bar/table: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

d'Log puts his dogslicer in his teeth and sneaks up on the table and pounces on the orchemist while grabbing his dogslicer.

attack with dogslicer vs ff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
dmg1: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 6) + 3 = 10

1 action to climb, 1 action to arm, 1 action to attack.

Rick's first toss goes astray, though his second burns the orc a bit. Dahros does better with his swings, pummeling the nearest orc to death. Skittles missed her shot, but managed to distract the remaining orc alchemist long enough for d'Log to attack from hiding, the goblin's dogslicer cutting deeply into the orc. The orc stepped back and threw both of the flasks in his hand at d'Log. One burned the goblin with fire, and the other with acid.

d'Hros moves into flanking with d'Log and tries to place his w'rHammer into it three times.

Warhammer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Warhammer: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Blasted Crossbow!" Skittles curses under her breath as she rushes up, reloads, and fires another bolt.

atk: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2P

Honestly. Is the Paizo Dice Roller completely fubar????

Rick throws fire and flings a stone at the orc and his flasks.

"You shouldn't have any if you didn't bring enough for the whole class!"

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
F Dam: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Sling: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
B Dam: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Ykka watches the others fail to do anything, I need some new songs I think. Nonetheless, she keeps playing while flinging a shard of glass at the remaining orc.

Inspire Courage. 2nd range increment on TP.
Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 19
Slashing Dmg: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

d'Log nods to Dahros and proceeds expose a toothy grin to the orc

Would you like to live? Drop you vials, get on floor or I'll have your liver.

Intimidate to surrender: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

d'Log spins his dogslicer in his hand and gives the orc to the count of 3.

The orc trembled in fear at d'Log's words, but apparently was more afraid of surrender. It raised another flask high, and d'Log gutted him. With both orcs dead, you are free to look around. This cave had obviously been kitted out as a very nice alchemy lab. There was also three exits from the room; to the the west and one to the east.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Rick takes a look around, grabbing a few random flasks and beakers to show to Skittles.

"You know what this is? Can it help us? Can it help that fire kitty?"

Ykka wanders around to look, too.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Looking around, you find lots of alchemical reagents and partly-finished alchemical items.

If someone with Craft Alchemy wants to take 10 minutes to finish some of them off, you can roll 4 d20s to see what you have

"Anyone know what this stuff is?" Dahros says, not knowing anything at all about alchemy. "It looks expensive. Probably."

You should look for traps.

d'Log moves to the eastward room looking for any type of trap.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

d'Log scouted into the eastern cave to find a storage room. Most of the barrels and crates are quite old and matches the apparent age of the alchemical equipment in the lab. There is quite a lot of alchemical gear here, suitable to outfit a decent laboratory, if you could get a wagon or pack beasts here to transport it.

"What a mess. At least some of this still seems useful. If you all just give me a moment, I may be able to finish what they started, and give us an upper hand before we delve too much deeper"

Skittles rubs her hands together, semi mischievously, before diving right in and working with the alchemy remains.

Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

As the others healed their wounds and kept watch on the other exits, Skittles found four flasks and beakers that looked nearly complete. One was a minor elixir of life, one was a tanglefoor bag, another was a vial of alchemists fire, and the final one was a lesser frost vial. Within 10 minutes, Skittles was able to add those four items to the arsenal.

Rick looks back at Skittles. "What's that frost vial for? Will that hurt the kitty?"

While he's waiting he takes an appreciative glance at the laboratory equipment, measuring up how pack-muley Dahros appears to be.

d'Log meanders around the storage room and shows Skittle what he found.

afterwards, d'Log checks out the room to the SW and does the checking for traps and being sneaky.

perception for traps and stuff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

sneaky stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Ykka moves over toward the stairs, "anyone have an idea where those lead?"

"The frost vial is not quite solid, and not quite liquid. Its something else entirely which will deal cold damage. I am unsure of its effects on the burning cat though, unfortunately"

Skittles looks around the room some more until Ykka speaks up.
"I don't think anyone knows where those lead, but I bet we are about to find out. Dahros! Come on!" as she points towards the stairs, hoping for Dahros and D'log to take the lead in.

d'Log found out very quickly that the room he went into was a rubbish pit. The odor alone gave it away, though there were also broken crates, cracked beakers, and other broken equipment in here as well. Poking around, d'Log found a few oddments that weren't as much trash as they first seemed. There was a cold iron dagger, a talisman with a broken leather thong, and a few coins.

After that, it was on to the stairs. the stairs led up to a set of double doors, which were locked when d'Log tested them. Made from stout wood and bound with iron, the pair of doors is crudely decorated with a carving of a small rural village that has been set ablaze. Anyone examining the carving can tell it must have been made many years ago and, despite its poor overall artistry, the village bears an unmistakable resemblance to Etran’s Folly.

Ykka stops before the door, "this is worrisome." She slips to the back of the group and begins playing softly, wary of alerting anyone who might be near but wanting to get a jump on inspiring the others with her awesome tunez.

"Nice job, Skittles." Dahros says before turning to Ykka, confused. "What's worrisome? A locked door? Nonsense, we'll just break it down."

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Dahros stubs his toe as he kicks the door, cursing loudly "SONOFAB&~@#!"

Ykka rolls her eyes, "the carving of Etran's Follow burning? That doesn't bother you?" She chuckles as he hops around holding his foot and then sets aside her violin and gets her picks to examine the lock.

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

When she thinks she has it, she stands back and starts playing again, "try now - use your hands like a big boy."

The door is now unlocked.

Skittles snickers a little at Dahros hopping around on one leg. "Need me to patch up that toe for you? Or are you going to be a big boy and go in the door now?"

As an answer, Dahros plants his toe along with the rest of his boot firmly in Skittles rear end.

He moves to the door and opens its "Alright, here we go."

Dahros kicked the door open to reveal what are obviously someone's personal chambers. An bed sits on one side of the room, and alchemy equipment is piled everywhere. Across the room in another doorway stands an orc, dressed in lab clothing, with protective leather apron and smoked glass goggles. He hurled a bottle at Dahros, then fled through another set of open doors. Dahros ducked, and the bomb shattered on the wall beside him, showering him with droplets of freezing liquid.

Ykka keeps playing her inspiring music. She can tell everyone is super inspired because they thank her frequently and shower her with coins.

Inspire Courage and move up to side of doorway.

"Oy! That stubbed toe looks way worse than initially you indicated. Here let me patch it quick."

Skittles rushes up, and in the heat of the moment attempts to quickly tend to Dahros's wounds.

Battle Medicine: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
heal: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 1) = 8

Grinding his teeth at the pain, Dahros growls "Why do they always run!" and takes off after him. After a few steps he shouts "What the f*%& is [i]that[i]!, pointing to the large thing in the room."

He continues running until he gets next to the orc, shouting "Stop running already!"

d'Log runs down the stairs and sees the ooze and visible shakes.

D'Haros, me want back, this looks scary

Kowledge OOZe?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

{AA} Move
{A} Knowledge

Rick runs in and nearly trips coming to a stop as he sees the ooze creature.

K:O or K:A: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Oh gods."

{AA} Move, {A} Knowledge
If K:N, +4 mod instead.

Dahros got a bit of relief from the pain in his toe as Skittles slapped a half-formed poultice on the burns on his face. he charged through the first chamber and into the other before sliding to a halt in front of a huge blob that looked like living blood. When Rick followed, he nearly gagged at the thing.

The orc alchemist stepped backwards, getting away from Dahros and putting the blood ooze between himself and the fighter. He threw anothe pair of flasks at Dahros, barely missing with one, but catching Dahros right in the chest with the other. The freezing liquid inside bured Dahros badly, and slowed his movements. The ooze lunged at Dahros, catching him on the face with a warm, bloody psuedopod. As the fighter reeled, another came in and caught him around the throat, squeezing the life out of him.

d'Log runs to Dahros' side, slowly

d'Slog slow

When d'Log gets to Dahros's side, he starts putting chunks of Dahros back into Dahros. Gives him a swift kick in the wound to seal it.

Battle Med: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
heal Dahros: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 8) = 15

We blood brothers now?