[PbP Gameday X] GM Ladile's Bounties (Inactive)

Game Master Lady Ladile

Isder took a dagger out. For the third action

"Thank you for clearing the way," Sebasti says as he hustles down the tunnel and over the charred centipede corpse in order to thrust his sword at the slightly singed centipede.

◆ Stride
◆ Strike
◆ Strike

Rapier (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Rapier (T): 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 5 = 22 Natural 20 for crummy damage
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Isder whips out a dagger while Sebasti moves over the charred corpse of the centipede to strike at Orange. While his first strike is easily dodged, the centipede is not so lucky on the second; Sebasti drives his rapier right between the creature's mandibles and it collapses, dead!

Red scuttles forward and attempts to bite at the daring swashbuckler! Its mandibles sink into Sebasti's boot just enough to break the skin on the first bite but he's able to pull his foot back and away to avoid the second. Still, the bite wound stings and burns...

Sebasti takes 1 piercing damage and needs to make a DC 14 Fort save.
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Round 1/Round 2

Ezren
Isder
Sebasti (-1; Pending Fort)
Bubba
Aella
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Red
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Tarcog (-2)
>Dragon

Active Conditions:

Environmental Conditions:

Everyone is UP!

Somewhere Below

Tarcog’s dragon moves into the cave and then breaths out a line of electricity in an attempt to fry the centipede. Unfortunately it needed more power for the breath weapon.

Breath Weapon, 60’ line electricity, DC 17 basic Reflex: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Rounds until recharge: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Stride, Act Together (2-actions) Breath Weapon)

Tarcog moves with his dragon, going just past it so he can see the passage in both directions.

Stride as part of Act Together

Fortitude (T): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Bubba! You can finish off this last centipede if you hurry!" Sebasti encourages the halfling while he moves around for a better position to strike at the creature. "Ow. They sting."

◆ One for All
◆ Stride
◆ Strike

Rapier (T), Precise Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Piercing: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 + Precision: 2 = 2

"Ugh. Disgusting creatures." Ezren waves his hand and mutters and three bolts of force fly out at the remaining centipede. ◆◆◆Cast magic missile.

Force damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 1) + 3 = 10

Aella moves up to see Red.

"The lightning will take care of you!"

Tempest Surge: 1d12 ⇒ 4 electricity, DC 17 basic Reflex, clumsy 2 for 1 round and 1 persistent electricity on a failed save.

Isder moves and (maybe) flurry of blows the centipede, if required.

Bubba gets angry at the biting vermin when he hears about the poison "These things are no better than evil snakes and scorpions! Time to smoosh them into a paste Sebasti!" Accept aid

Raging Melee: Oversized Greatclub (B) vs Flanked, Aid : 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 = 251d10 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 6 = 16

Rage, Stride to flank, Strike

Tarcog and his dragon buddy hustle closer to the remaining centipede and the dragon exhales a line of electricity over the creature. Caught off guard, the centipede seems to take even more damage than expected! Critical Fail!

Sebasti Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Sebasti feels a burning pain beginning to spread from the site of his bite wound but he does his best to ignore it as he shouts encouragement to Bubba. He then moves up and attempts to skewer the centipede with his rapier but the pain of his wound distracts him and the strike misses the mark.

But Ezren has just the thing to deal with this nonsense - a barrage of magical missiles to the face. The centipede screeches in agony and falls!

Combat Over!

Though the immediate threat has been ended, the centipede’s poison still rages through Sebasti’s system…

Sebasti, make another DC 14 Fort save.

Smiling, Tarcog says “That was a very forceful and electrifying end to the combat!”

Then he looks over to notices Sebasti. “Are you ill? Is there something someone can do to help you?”

Looks like Bubba never got to his turn in the order so he didn't end up raging.

Bubba looks pretty agitated with the creepy crawlies but they're snuffed out before he can get in close to do anything about it.

"You sick? Did it poison you? Oh... not good! I've had buddies that worked the temples with me die of snake and scorpion bites!" He drops his plank and starts pulling out all manner of bandages and scalpels and old clay jars of ointments.

"Want me ta try helping?"

I'll let you decide if want some treatment, be it for poison or for healing. Bubba is +5 trained. You can make the roll.

"Ah. Yes. The bugger nicked me, but I guess it was enough to poison me," Sebasti says with a thoughtful furrow of his brow. He readily accepts Bubba's efforts to treat the poison, his wounds, or both.

Fortitude vs. DC 14: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Isder comes closer and try to be aware if the Lorekeeper may be still around the area.

Though Bubba is ready to help, the pain from Sebasti's bite wound quickly ebbs and finally disappears on its own. There's still some lingering injury but he feels fairly confident that he's managed to weather the poison's effects.

Sebasti is down 6 HP and Tarcog is down 2, just as a reminder.

Meanwhile, Isder carefully scans the centipede lair for any further signs of the Lorekeeper. Bones and other detritus litter the floor of this small chamber and strangely, thick webs cling to the walls and ceiling.

It looks like the tracks you've been following pass by this chamber and continue on to the east.

Somewhere Below

Medicine vs DC15 on Sebasti: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Hold still, the burn means its working!" Bubba slathers the wound with some ointment in an unlabeled clay jar. The smell is NOT good.

Damage, Sorry!: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Tarcog and his dragon were using the webs to hold the pieces of the various skeletons in place when he notices how the medical practice is going.

With a look of concern, Tarcog comes over. “I have this that might help?” he says, bringing out a Minor Healing potion. Handing it to Sabasti he adds “Go ahead and drink it.”

"Ow. Ow ow. OW! I must be allergic to it then because it burns like Asmodeus' piss," Sebasti says through gritted teeth as his skin blisters.

"These are rat bones. Well, rats, moles, and other assorted small critters. This webbing was from a dream spider."

Bubba steps back and looks at his handiwork "Ya, something doesn't seem right. You look worse than before.. its super red now too... Does this hurt?" He pokes the now super red and swollen area, just to be sure.

"Want me to try something else?"

Okay, so now Sebasti is down 14 HP and Tarcog 2 HP. Bubba might want to stick to smashing things, if that's how he handles first aid ;)

After, perhaps, taking some time to catch your breath and mend your wounds, you continue following the tracks on their panicked and meandering path through the cavern system.

Feel free to retcon any use of healing potions, re-focusing, etc. if you wish.

Circling around and heading towards the north again, the glow of Sebasti's wayfinder reveals another dead-end chamber to the west. Within, you spot another one of those ugly, oversized shrieker mushrooms from earlier - and lying at its base, a backpack!

Backpack is marked with the yellow 'X'.

Somewhere Below

Ezren rolls his eyes at Bubba's clumsy attempts at healing, and pulls out a pair of vials, each containing a reddish liquid. "Here, drink up and let's get out of this hole." Ezren has two minor elixirs of life he's happy to share. May as well use those pregen resources, right?

Isder stands in the back as he doesn't have any knowledge or ability to deal with the mushroom.

Another one of them shrieking mushrooms.. well, no sense standing here like a noob!

"Don't worry, I got this." Bubba shuts off his light, draws his dagger and creeps towards the mushroom. Now, where's that air sac again?

Survival: Silencing the Noisy Mushroom: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Hero Point! Survival: Silencing the Noisy Mushroom: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Confident that if he can handle one shrieker he can handle a second, Bubba creeps forward. As he gets within reach of the oversized mushroom and reaches out with his dagger, it almost looks as though he slips - but it must've been your imagination as he easily slices off the shrieker's air sac, leaving it silenced.

With the shrieker taken care of, you're able to safely retrieve the dropped backpack. Rifling through it reveals a journal filled with sketches of various objects, a series of progressively more challenging Dwarven writing exercises, and theories about possible locations of ancient ruins. There's also a week's worth of rations as well as two minor healing potions.

Somewhere Below

“Were we following the tracks in the wrong direction? I’m confused, why would someone leave their backpack behind?”

"Hey, some snacks left in here! Not sure why anyone would leave behind perfectly good snacks and potions.. the other stuff looks a bit boring, but maybe its important?" Bubba turns his light back on and partakes in some jerky as the others look things over.

Isder stands ready to be the front when the group will explore the tunnel they did not pass yet.
"If you need me to take the front, I am ready."

Tarcog says “You should drink some of the healing supplies, Sabasti!”

Minor Elixir of Life x 2: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

"Thank you, Ezren," Sebasti says as he accepts the two elixirs. He removes the cork and drinks each one down. "It stings less, at least."

Minor Healing Potion x 2: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

"I probably should," he agrees with Tarcog when they discover the lost backpack and its contents. "Hopefully, the lorekeeper won't need them or won't react as poorly to Bubba's ministrations."

“With a title like lorekeeper, I suspect they will be more concerned about getting these notes back than any of the provisions or supplies.”

"Oh, that makes sense about the lore stuff. Hopefully he's not so allergic for sure." Bubba picks one last bit of jerky from his teeth and rearms himself with his wooden plank.

"Onward!" He announces.

"It's not a good sign for our employer to have left their backpack here. Yes, let's carry on."

As you help yourself to (some) of the contents contained in the pack, Tarcog wonders aloud as to why it would've been abandoned here. Thinking on the tracks you've been following, the length of the stride of whoever made them, and the meandering path they've followed, you suspect that whoever made them was likely running through the caverns in a panic.

With Sebasti's wounds now mostly taken care of, you push on, following the trail as the tunnel continues to the east and then winds north and then northwest. As you round a turn and reach an intersection in the tunnels you can see a very large chamber immediately to the south. The sound of dripping water echoes throughout and you can see a large but shallow pool of water within the chamber. Thick webbing covers a large boulder protruding from the floor at the center of the pool. The desiccated husks of dozens of insects and arachnids, and the bones of a few small mammals, lie in the water. One recently dead spider with an intricate pattern on its abdomen lies near the boulder, a dagger embedded deep in its thorax.

And there, just at the edge of the bright light, you can see a figure slumped against the boulder and partially bound up in the webbing!

Somewhere Below

Isder tries to detect if any hostile creature lies in wait to shoot their webbing as he approches the boulder.

“Oh! Do you think this is the same sort of spider webs we saw signs of earlier”

"Ugh, I hate spiders. Let's lure it out and I'll smoosh the green goop out of its belly!" Bubba takes out a two foot chunk of 2x4 with a handle carved out of it.

"I can toss this into the web and see if a spider jumps out, then we smoosh."

"No time like the present," Sebasti says. Blade ready for the inevitable arachnid ambush, he moves into the cave toward the web-bound figure on the boulder. "Don't let me die!"

"No time like the present," Sebasti says. Blade ready for the inevitable arachnid ambush, he moves into the cave toward the web-bound figure on the boulder. "Don't let me die!"

"Don't worry, I have my healer's kit!"

Isder makes a Tiger Claw stand as he feels the danger.

"Or maybe just let the dream spider venom put me down quietly," Sebasti quips back at the halfling.

Ever cautious, Isder and Sebasti cautiously approach the webbed-up boulder and the figure slumped against it. Thankfully, no spiders show themselves and they're able to get a better look at the orc woman who seems to be partially trapped in the webbing.

At first, it seems as though you might be too late as the duo notice a fair amount of blood seems to have pooled and puddled around the orc. But as the pair watch, they begin to see the shallow but steady rise and fall of the woman's chest and realize that she's still alive! She certainly needs some sort of medical attention, however.

Somewhere Below

Aella casts a healing spell.

heal!: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

While Aella is healing the orc, Tarcog and their dragon move in on opposite sides of the cave, searching for any hidden dangers.
Perception +3, Darkvision on both

Ezren, meanwhile, follows a little ways behind Tarcog, detecting for any magical signatures. Casting detect magic.

Sebasti draws out a dagger with his free hand and begins to cut the orc free.

Isder uses his claws to deliver the Orc woman.

"Is she going to live?" Bubba asks, knowing the sounds of healing magic, at least he thinks he does.

Club in hand he moves around with the others to secure the area from biting vermin. Search +7

As Aella, Sebasti, and Isder see to the injured woman the rest of the group fans out to secure the rest of the cavern as well as inspect it for anything of interest. A bit of nosing around reveals that there don't seem to be any additional dangers lurking about, nor does Ezren detect any magical auras here.

Meanwhile, Sebasti and Isder cut the orc woman free of the webbing that binds her while Aella applies healing magic to the woman's injuries. The scrapes and bite wounds knit together and the orc's color improves, her breathing becoming less shallow. Presently, her eyes flutter and open.

"What... what happened? Who are you?" she asks as she rubs the back of her head, and then moves her hand to look at the blood that is caked in her hair. "Oh...The last I remember is heading into a cavern system, looking for signs of ancient ruins. I found a cave...there was a loud shriek...and a spider..."