[Module] The Storm Chronicles (Ire of the Storm plus Seers of the Drowned City) by GM Rutseg (Inactive)

Game Master Balacertar

Ebba also took the opportunity to try to gore the troll again.

AoO, bless: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Ingolf continued his furious assault on the troll. He was dimly aware that one of his comrades had fallen, but in the haze of his rage, all that mattered was to smash the raider.

Morningstar, big game hunter, rage, bless: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 14
Damage, rage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4

Ebba fought valiantly at Ingolf's side.

Gore, bless: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Standing from prone is a move action, which should have prevented the full-attack.

Tonny cracks his whip again, trying to distract the beast long enough for his companions to take it back down.

Whip, Guidance to Aid vs AC 10: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 1 = 17

If Adriana is still conscious, she gains a +2 bonus on her next attack. Otherwise, Ingolf gets the Aid.

The druid supports Tonny from a safe distance, knowing his medical knowledge would be important afterwards.

Cast Guidance, 5 foot step in case of AoO, can't open the map properly on my phone currently.

Knowing that they need to keep the trol off its feet, Adriana strikes hard while it attempts to right itself, the flames on her scimitar starting to sputter - she doesn't know if she'll have the time to call forth the flames again.

AoO+Bless+S.Target: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 23
AoO Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 15
AoO Slash Damage+S.Target: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
Sun Metal;Fire Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

The wind and the rain howl around her and the holy fire on her scimitar sputters and dies, but the blade and her blood still run hot, and throwing caution into the storm Adriana continues her assault.

Attack+Bless+S.Target: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 12
Slash Damage+S.Target: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Adriana is too caught up in her attacking to realise the danger she's in until the troll's club crashes into her. Something makes a noise - it might have been her ribs cracking, or perhaps a distant thunder. She can't tell anymore, her body going numb as she clings stubbornly to consciousness while not being certain she's standing.

Jonah AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Adriana crit damage+flame of the Dawnflower: 6 + 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ 6 + (5) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 15
As the troll stands up, Jonah fails by very little on the entangled and prone creature, but Ingolf, Ebba and Adriana land solid strikes, the woman's scimitar roaring with the flames of the Dawnflower just before going dormant. The troll roars and bleeds punished and cornered against the bakery.

With a great flash of the storm, you see Adriana is still standing, the multiple attacks of the troll a bad hallucination joke most probably product of the rain.

GMPC
Jonah AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Jonah brings down his flail once more, breaking the troll's femur.

Ingolf swings once more his morningstar, opening a bleeding bruise in the troll's right leg.

Splits offers Tonny more guidance, while the half-elf whips once more the troll distracting the giant beast just enough for Adriana to stab Graular with her scimitar. The troll looks in horror at the woman while trying to grasp the blade between her hands. The woman, as battered as the troll, barely stands as Graular falls over Adriana, unconscious.

As soon as this happens the troll's regeneration resumes once again, starting to heal the wounds.

Graular: 69 damage, unconscious, no regeneration until r6, entangled r8
Group effects: bless r10
Adriana: 1/17 hp
Ingolf: 21/20 hp

You have 1 round to decide what do you want to do about it. Next round the regeneration heals 5 hp for the troll unless you stop it from happening, killing it now is not enough unless you deal acid or fire damage to stop the regeneration the round you kill it.

"Ingolf, Jonah, hit it again!" Tonny suggests from the rear. "If you can keep it out long enough for Adriana to make her sword hot again, she can cut off its head. Or something. But the fire is the important part - and keeping it unconscious!"

Ingolf's white-hot rage cooled now that the situation was under control. He focused on keeping the troll from regaining consciousness, delivering a well-placed blow with his morningstar.

Coup de grâce damage, fatigued: 2d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 - 2 = 5

Ending his rage. Ingolf is fatigued for one minute.

Adriana just let me know through PM she is to follow Tonny's proposed action

Ingolf strikes true in the troll skull. Despite it breaks into three pieces, the bone starts to grow and the skin to cover it fast enough.

But then, as Adriana comes and delivers her own coup de grace, the fire of the Dawnflower burns again on the metal, beheading and finally killing the troll. The fire truly stopped the green giant's unnatural healing.

Behind the bakery is in total disarray. It seems the troll profited the evacuation to come to town and sack the place. Her bag contains a variety of stuff no one will know whom it belonged to now.

The rain quickly cleans up the blood from your faces and blades and another lightning flash shakes your senses, reminding you of the urgency to convince the last stragglers to look for one of the stone buildings.

Ingolf sniffed the potions and declared, "These are good healing potions!"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Two potions of Cure Moderate Wounds. Ingolf really needs to take a rank of Spellcraft.

Have we made it to Oyin's Emporium yet? I presume that this isn't it.

Tonny’s got the Spellcraft, but no detect magic X-D

Spellcraft vs DC 21: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 7 + (1) = 18

”Can anybody read magic scrolls?” Tonny asks as he rolls the parchment back up with a sigh. ”I’m not quite sure what this one says.”

Jonah kicks the troll to make sure it is no longer moving, noting the seared neck of the troll with a nod of respect towards Adriana. That was quite a beast, well fought everyone! now, quickly, let's move on from here. there are others we were asked to help. who should we go check on next?

Ingolf figure that Adriana could use some healing, after she was badly wounded by the troll. He prayed to Gozreh to patch up her injuries.

Cure Light Wounds (Adriana, 2 spells): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 = 10

Spell used: 3/4

Prompted by Jonah, the group picks up the troll's bag for later identification and continues their way to Oyin's Emporium through the falling rain.

At the end of the bakery island you find another wooden bridge you hastily cross reaching to the also wooden building of Oyin Emporium. Opening the door and entering inside you find Mirya Oyin placing a bag and a sieve on one of the shelves. She turns to you with a smile "Oh my friends! How are you doing? Where you able to deliver the parcel to the Witterwil farmstead?"

Ingolf greeted her, "Hello, Mirya! Yes we did — they're doing well. I'm afraid the same is not true of the garrison at Fort Breakthrough; we came upon the scene of a massacre. We think the fort was attacked and overrun by the Mireborn lizardfolk tribe.

"Miryam, you aren't safe here! The storm waters could easily flood this area, and what's worse, we just fought a troll which was looting and killing people! You need to come with us to higher ground."

Did we stop at the farmstead on the way back? We were supposed to pick up the return delivery.

"Lizardfolk at the fort? Oh that is terrible!" the woman seems concerned, but then continues to set stuff on the shelves.

"I am not going to abandon the store me and my late wife built together. Who knows if more than trolls come here to loot the shop? Hurricane Cassia is not moving me away" the woman negates with the head and looks through the windows while the increasing wind makes one of the shutters hit rhythmically at the walls "Only Cassia ever caused such a ruckus around here" Mirya giggles at the thought of her wife memmories.

I think you rushed all to Pridon's Hearth, but it is ok, the return delivery was only my addition and it is not relevant for the adventure

"Did Cassia love you more, or the store?" Tonny asks in a rush. "We can rebuild the store, but we can't replace you. Grab what you can and head for the inn!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

The druid looks at the arcane script, "I can easily find out what all of this is but I will need fifteen minutes to prepare some magic, now is not the time." He can prepare Read Magic or Detect Magic in a bit for us

He looks at the dying troll and wonders what he can do with its regenerative properties but decides that again, now is not the time. A shame really.

Moving toward the store he just listens and doesn't quite understand. It is just a store, a possession of no sentient value. Then again I was once like this too before I realized my folly.

"The storm is bad and this is only the beginning, if she wants this to be her tomb so be it, we cannot argue against a force of nature." He speaks matterly-of-factly and holds no malice in his voice.

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Jonah is confused by the woman so calmly stocking shelves when a massive storm is coming, and tries to figure out why she would act so foolishly. did she just not realize how serious this storm was going to be?

"I know you've weathered storms before, but this is bad. real bad. we have helped board up some of the buildings in town, you would be much safer there. if this store blew down with you inside there would be no rebuilding it. then the looters will just take whatever is left that wasn't smashed by the storm...

Mirya is shaken by the diplomatic words and logical help of the group. She opens her eyes wide "You might be right. Perhaps I should survive this so I can preserve what we built together. Give me a few minutes so I can collect..."

The woman starts to pick up some food, a coat, but also some stuff you doubt of its usefulness like a spyglass and a figurine. Meanwhile you have time to discuss where to go next. Some of you notice Amal Rashid's home is in the same island of Oyin's Emprium, but even then, some others might have a different way to go forward.

Ingolf said to Mirya, "I have your handy haversack here — we can load some things into it for transport. There's Ebba's saddlebags as well."

He helped the woman pack her things, at the same time telling the others, "Amal Rashid lives near here, why don't we go there next?"

"Sounds good!" Tonny answers as he dumps another handful of things into the sack. "Um, sorry, but we need to keep moving. Promise you won't stay here though!" he says to the shopkeeper with earnest eyes.

It takes Adriana a few minutes to properly come back, the daze of the battle and the toll of her injuries leaving her mind clouded even after Ingolf's healing touch, and by the time she's aware of where she is - and what they're doing, her capable companions having convinced Oyin to get to safety.

Shaking her head a little and wincing - healed as she was, she still ached from the fight - she bites back a groan and carefully nods in agreement with Ingolf "They're already close, we can get them right away." and as she makes for the outside, stops next to Splits and asks "The storm - how much time have we got left? I don't like the idea of splitting up, but if we have to..." She trails off, more because of pain than wanting to state the obvious.

Mirya thanks you for the help with the haversack and starts closing her shop while you walk towards the nearby home.

A thunder resounds over your heads as you reach the wooden shack marked in the map. The wood looks sturdy but both windows and roof are not likely to make it through the storm. You knock at the door and short after a pale man with big round eyes and a slightly fallen lip opens the door.

He does receive you at the doorstep, not letting you in "W-who is there? W-what do you want?" The rain drifts sliding through your already soaked faces.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 2

The gnome had to raise his voice to make himself heard over the wind, "I'm Ingolf! We're aiding everyone who needs help relocating away from the river. This area is likely to be inundated with water, and the winds are going to get considerably stronger in the next few hours. Please let us help you move to a safer location."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Motioning for the others to move on to find the remaining stragglers, Adriana quickly moves to join Ingolf and carefully nods in agreement with the gnome, aware of her rather rough looking appearance and hoping it doesn't hurt their diplomatic endeavors.

"My name is Adriana, I and my friend are here on behalf of the sheriff of Pridon's Hearth. We will be blunt, a storm is coming and it will be disastrous. We are to bring you to safety, do you need assistance?"

Sense Motive vs DC 18: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Tonny looks at Splits and Jonah. "I think she wants us to go to the other homestead?" he asks under his breath. "She doesn't want to overwhelm this poor fellow with too many newcomers, and we don't have time to just stand around outside waiting for her and Ingolf to finish." He pushes wet hair off his face and tries to get his bearings in the town he's spent less than 24 conscious hours inside.

Tonny's fine to head to the last destination.

OK, let's give them some room then. I'm fine with moving on while they talk to this fellow. what do you think, Splits?

"I will go where we must. Let us make haste then, our time is becoming thinner as the air gets thicker."

Amil seems to relax when the others step back and he lets Ingolf and Adriana to enter a few feet in "S-sorry, I have only lived with my mom until she passed away, j-just three summers ago. I-I am not used to strangers."

The man looks at the open door in terror with rain falling when another flash of lightning let's see Tonny, Jonah and Splits debating if moving away "I-I am sorry. I cannot leave the home. A-and th-those shelters full of people sound like a t-terrible place"

Recorded that Diplomacy check @Ingolf. It was a success. We are just RPing the situation now

"Would you mother want you to be scared and alive, or would she want you to be relaxed and dead?" Tonny yells over a clap of thunder. "If it'll get you out of here and keep you alive, you can use my room at the inn! Look, throw a blanket over your head if you must, but hurry up!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Ingolf tried to reassure Amil, "It'll only be for a little while. As my friend says, I'm sure your mother wouldn't have wanted anything to happen to you. You have to carry on for her sake."

Adriana looks sympathetic and looks back to town, almost lost under the heavy rain with a careful look to the others she addresses Amil. "These are scary times, and we would not be so insistent if you weren't in danger. You will not be the only one facing fear and uncertainty."

Ignoring that she must look like she's been battered by the storm herself, Adrian carefully offers a hand to Amil. "You need only be brave for this moment. I can take you to safety, and when the storm is over I will bring you back, no questions."

The man seems well reassured by the party and accepts Tonny's solution, taking a blanket to cover himself from the open and furious sky "I-I will go with the w-woman" he accepts Adriana's hand, which makes him finally out of the flimsy house.

As you make your way towards the mainland another flash of lightning draws the contour of a figure in front of you. It is Mirya Oyin. Catching up with the woman you cross the island bridge and conduct both her and Amil to the Stone House.

Sheriff Adaela receives you at the doors, helping both citizens into the building. Amil refuses for a time to release Adriana's hand, but finally the Sheriff presses him in "HAVEN'T YOU FOUND MASO PARETO?!" the woman has to make an effort for her voice to be heard over the intensifying winds of the storm "HE IS NOT HERE! GO CHECK IF HE IS STILL AROUND THE COUNTINGHOUSE. HURRY UP THIS IS GETTING UGLY!!!"

Following the Sheriff instructions you head down the main road towards the Countinghouse of Abadar. You have to make increased efforts to maintain your stuff with you and not flying away, and the rain makes it difficult to see farther than 60 feet away.

At the midst of the downpour you spot the shadow of the countinghouse and a voice that shouts somewhere nearby to the west "Delour! Delour!!"

Same Bonus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

The druid has no clue what a Delour is but starts to brace himself and move toward the voice. What would it take to find the voice here?

"He hasn't got out much since his mother died — go easy on him," Ingolf explained to the Sheriff.

Knowledge Geography: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

He hurried towards the Countinghouse. He turned towards the shouting, although the words didn't mean anything to him. He followed Splits saying, "Ebba, heel!"

Ebba stuck by her master's side. Could there be another troll?

Knowledge (geography), Inspiration vs DC 12: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (19) + 7 + (4) = 30

"It's probably a pet!" Tonny yells through the storm, his voice starting to become hoarse from trying to speak over the winds and rains for so long. "They've probably run off and Maso won't leave without them!" He follows Ingolf and Splits closer to the voice, trying to keep an eye out for any pet-like creatures nearby.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Jonah pushes into the storm a little further, looking for this pet

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 if it is a pet, add 2 more for favored enemy: animal

You do not see any pet around but you walk towards the voice through the sheet of rain to find a man dressed with a patched coat and having a red long beard soaked in water. The man is clearly looking for something "Have you seen Delour? I have taken the rest of my cats to the Countinhouse, but I cannot find Delour!"

The man is visibly concerned.

Ingolf said to the man, who he assumed was Maso, "Where would Delour go to hide? It's probably scared by the storm."

Immensely relieved that both Oyim and Amil came back to the shelter with them to safety, the worsening of the storm wore Adriana down morethan the battering she'd recieved from the troll. She wants to simply rest, but the sheriff's shouting that there was still one of their number missing made it clear what she had to do next.

K.Nature: 1d20 ⇒ 8

When they find their missing townsperson, she bites back the urge to scream reprimands at the man and instead lets the others speak, her knowledge of animals was linited; she did however prepare to drag the man to safety if it became a necessity, put she kept her eyes peeled for any possible sign of an animal hiding whenever the wind blew the rain out of her eyes.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The man, who might be Maso Pareto, speaks up through the noise of the storm "I do not know. He is particularly corpulent for a cat. He loves naps and hunting insects. And yes, he is probably pretty scared. I do not want to leave him outside with this storm. I need to be sure he is safe. But I have been looking for him already an hour"

A lightning bolt illuminates the environs and Adriana cannot see other than the shadows of the shacks around. She is pretty sure there is no trace of a cat or other animals in the immediate surroundings.

Ingolf wasn't sure how they would be able to find the cat in the time available, but he figured he should at least get some details. He replied to the man, "We will have to take shelter very soon. Where was the last place you saw the cat, and when was that? Can you give me an idea of where you searched?"

"I saw him having a nap in a cart near Heri’s Conservatorium" the man seems very worried "I have searched for him there already, but there is no trace of the cat. I have been looking for him in most of the mainland side of the colony. I must find him"

”We can help you look for a few more minutes, but then we all have to get to shelter!” Tonny yells through the wind. ”When Splits says we go, we go - no ‘just one more second’ protests or anything like that. Do we have a deal?”

Raising his voice to be heard, Ingolf suggested to Maso, "Since you've been checking the mainland mostly, let's look in Island Town. Maybe he went across the bridge and is hiding among the carts there."

I've had cats before myself! they do what they want when they want! if you've been looking for this one for an hour already he could be anywhere. we don't have another hour to search before this storm gets too bad to be outside in! I'm sure the cat is fine, probably balled up under someone's house already. if he's safe from the wind he'll be almost impossible to find!

aid diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
rolling to aid whoever wants to lead this check. the guy with -1 to diplomacy should not be the primary PC on this check...

The druid shakes his head, "The cat probably has better instincts than you, Jonah is most likely correct. If the cat is safe in this weather it will be difficult to find it." He looks at the others, "Whatever choice you make I will accompany you but we must make it quick."

How much time do we have left before this thing comes in?