GM Doug's Devil-Wrought Disappearance (Inactive)

Game Master Doug Hahn

Maggie looks confused and hurt that Torchie 1 has attacked her for no reason.

"My old friend! Is that you? Don’t you tell me you don’t remember me, because I sure as heckfire remember you! Stop attacking us and we can sort this whole thing out. Am I right or am I right or am I right?"

Maggie casts Charm on Torchie 1 and then casts Shield.

Sorry I forgot: DC 21 Will Save

Uhh… you're right… Even with the +4 bonus for using hostile actions he fails.

But HE isn't my friend! He runs up to Haggra and swings at the hobgoblin twice.

Torch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
B: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 and 1 fire

After seeing his damage reduced to nothing, he's clobbered to death by Flint. Crit for 18

His friend takes a few swings at Alonzo before moving back.

Torch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
B: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 and 1 fire

Torch: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 7 - 5 = 14
B: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 and 1 fire

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Not going well for team devil worship

Party Conditions: Allies Inspired 4 rounds
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Alonzo (52/58 HP)
Haggra (35/35 HP)
Maggie (48/56 HP)
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Torchie 6 (-3 HP)
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➤ Flint (49/49 HP) │ Reactin Available
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Torchie 3 (-0 HP) │ Goblin Songed, xbow drawn
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Morgan (36/36 HP) │ Mage Armor, False Life
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Torchie 5 (-12 HP)
Torchie 8 (-0 HP)
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Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
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Torchie 7 (-0 HP)

Flint strides forth, "OI! Do me a favor and come over 'ere! It'll be more efficient for when I hammer yer skulls like I'm forging a codpiece!"

ATK 1 v. 6: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 = 18 for DMG if hit: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
ATK 2 v. 6: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 = 24 for DMG if hit: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Flint drops his target, who screams in fear! I regret my life choices!

Torchie 3 reloads and shoots at Flint…

xbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Then frantically reloads again…

Stay back!

"Oi! That's LITERALLY the bass ackwards thing to do. Now, com'ere!"

You make quick work of the remaining two devil-worshipers. You can interrogate one of them who's left alive, but he doesn't;t know much. Boss paid the city guards to avoid this area, an' told us to not let anyone inside — no matter what.

He shrugs when you ask more. Don't know. Dat's above my pay grade.

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As you heal up and interrogate this pathetic guard, you hear shouts and chittering outside the gate.

A tiefling with spikes sticking out of his leather armor crashes through the front gates. Beyond is a large contingent of imps, zebubs, babaus, armed mercenaries, and more. They are led by a giant spider-devil whose iron helmet spews hellfire like an engine. This small army was clearly chasing the tiefling, and clatters to a halt just beyond the Delvehaven walls.

“Nine Hells, I thought I’d lost them!” The tiefling slams the gates closed. The doors both fall off their hinges, clattering to the ground. "… Huh." There is a moment of silence as tiefling and devil-army assess one another. An instant later, the air seethes with projectiles and rays of fire; the tiefling catches an arrow and snaps it before ducking and rolls rolling out of the way, miraculously avoiding death. He leaps to his feet and makes a fist, then sticks out his index and pinky fingers and brings his hand to his throat. It's clearly some kind of vulgar gesture. It's rewarded with another salvo of projectiles.

The devil-giant rumbles, YOU ARE SURROUNDED.

More arrows fly! The tiefling shouts: HA! You think so!? I got you right where I want you, you bastards! He's forced to duck as even more arrows pincushion the ground.

He glances back at you and chuckles. You haven't tried to kill me yet… I hope this is some good news because — he catches another arrow just before it goes through his eye— I could use some right about now.

Art on slide 1

Pugsley looks back and forth between the tiefling and the small platoon of devils at his heals. "Shut the doors before I change my mind." Pugsley slams the doors shut certainly wanting to kill any man who brought this many devils to him. He turns to the tiefling in anger. "Explain this and quickly or I shih tzu not you will be as dead as William over there."

William hovers in the air with a look of pure mellon-Collie as he waves.

"OI! Ye greedy tiefling! YOU SHARE!" Flint rushes over to help. The clear smile splits his beard.

Morgan scowls as Flint rushes forward to fight the devilish menagerie with the stranger. "You want good news? I don't know that we can give you any without knowing just who you are or what you care about."

The necromancer nonetheless looks ready to release more magic.

Look — I think we're here to rescue the same person, my best friend —

He notices at the dead guards. He watches Flint recklessly rush forward to fight the devils and grins. — Yeah. You must be the Pathfinders. Nobody else but me is stupid enough to be here AND ask for more. What in the Nine Hells took you so long!?

Pugsley, Maggie, and Alonzo see him flash some complex pathfinder signs. Venture-captin. Kidnapped. Inside.

Benedet mentioned you'd be coming in hot. This motley crew — he ducks — were waiting to ambush you. I led them on a merry chase — he catches another arrow - or, thought I did.

He yanks Flint down, saving the champion from being impaled on a javelin. Well?

I can keep these You gonna go save Jeggare or what? I can keep these fools occupied. He lobs something over the wall; there's a flash, a boom, and screaming.

Haggra replies "Yes, we are Pathfinders, and we are here to safe Count Varian Jeggare.

"What are your orders, Sir?"

Call me Radovan. He flashes a big smile.

I don't do orders. Not my style, buddy. But if you can get in there and save the Count, I'll hold these devils back to buy us time.

Alonzo chuckles aloud. Not sure our Champion will willingly let you fight fiends on your own, he says, but something tells me he'll not have a choice. We have our orders, after all. He leans to the side as a volley of arrows narrowly misses, then grabs Flint's arm. Another time, Highlander!

"Aye. Aye. Me grandpappy once said that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country, he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country!.... errrr something like that."

Flint nods solemnly, "Aye, we'll get him or I'll die trying." There isn't a single mote of doubt in the dwarf's promise.

"Yes, sir, Radovan, sir!" retorts Haggra, only happy to have been given what sound like orders. "We will volunteer go get in there and save the Count.

"Do you need anything else from us before we head in? Some healing, equipment, or anything else?"

Are we all healed up?

You are all healed. There was a decent 20-30 min narrative time before the enemies got here; you interviewed one of the torchbearers and healed.

"Aye. Aye. Me grandpappy once said that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country, he won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country!.... errrr something like that."

Radovan flexes his arms. Yeah. Sounds about right. He shrugs. A whole lot of them are about to die. Maybe me too, but I'll make 'em hurt first. Those elbow-spikes are sharp.

""Do you need anything else from us before we head in? Some healing, equipment, or anything else?"

Naw, I don't need anyting except my best friend back. You do that, and we're good.

Flint nods solemnly, "Aye, we'll get him or I'll die trying." There isn't a single mote of doubt in the dwarf's promise.

Radovan nods back. Go get him.

You open the old doors to Delvehaven, briefly noting that they are beautiful and have an ancient motto inscribed upon them: “To liberate the Past for the knowledge of Today; to live the maxim that fortune is earned by the bold; to prove there are no boundaries.”

Just before you close and bar the doors, somewhere outside the walls a wolfhound howls…

"Let's go!"

Inside, it's surprisingly quiet. The walls are thick and the doors are quite heavy; all the windows are boarded up. You're in a moldy-smelling vestibule that has motes of dust drifting in the air. One of the wooden stairs curling around the room has a section that has collapsed into a pile of rubble. Cushioned chairs line the east and west walls, all facing an empty display platform in the center. Defaced paintings, each six feet tall, hang on the walls, though one of lays on the floor. Dust covers most of the surfaces, showing footprints around the room.

The painting on the floor depicts two hunters overlooking a slain horned beast but recently someone has kicked through the middle before discarding it on the floor. Several backpacks are set on top of the cushioned chairs, and one has a bronze plaque sticking out of it. The plaque reads: “Triceratops slain by Donatalus Bisby–4599 ar.”

Pugsley and Haggra note that the other stairway will collapse if you step foot on it.

Inside the backpacks you find a silversheen and a lesser healing potion. Added to Loot slide.

Alonzo, tracking, notices footprints going further in.

Slide 1 is updated with an overview map of the estate with a token on it denoting the party, and footprints marked for as long as you track them.

"If time is of the essence, let's focus on the tracks. Alonzo, if you can keep on the trail then the rest of us will look out for danger," Morgan says, urging the group on.

Unless we spot something I think we're good to keep moving. Maybe pause at any doors long enough to find traps and listen for noise beyond.

"Yep. Let's follow these breadcrumbs until we find something!" Still using Defend as Exploration

Maggie will Search as her exploration activity.

The footsteps lead inweo a hall that separates two repositories lined with dusty, mostly empty bookshelves. Several books and ripped pages lay scattered on the floor.

Pugsley sniffs around but can't find much here; Maggie locates a sketched map labeled "Delvehaven Basement" Slide 2

Haggra knows that there are some books in here worth saving and locates them. This being an old Pathfinder lodge in a hostile land, you may want to locate ind take any items of historical significance that you can find.

Morgan is willing to take some of the books Haggra finds. She is always eager to learn more, as to her knowledge is power. Physically shouldering the burden is a small price to pay.

While Pugsley doesn't like digging through and reading unknown books he does help pack a few carefully inside of his pack. He drops low to the ground, sniffing the tracks. "They went this way." He snorts

"Thank you, Morgan." says Haggra. "We should definitely save these, before the Thrunes try and destroy them, like the rest of their history."

You follow the footprints to the next area.

The smell of rotten wood fills this grand hall and broken furniture is scattered across its grimy floor. At the center, stands a gargantuan fifteen-foot-tall tank, now broken with its previous contents staining the ground all around the hall. A skeleton of a large horned beast has crashed partly through the glass, patches of thick moss covering the top of its skull. The bottom of the tank is littered in fish bones.

Unfortunately the guards in here get thr drop on you. There is a small horde of tiny flying devils as well as a jailer who looks much like the one who annoyed Morgan when you fought Tascio, complete with manacles at his side.

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Tiny devils flutter into your spaces and jab at Maggie and Alonzo with their stingers! One of them quickly polymorphs into a boar and charges the Champion.

Stinger vs. Maggie: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
P: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 and Evil: 1d4 ⇒ 4 and a fort save

Boar Imp Tusk vs. Flint with shield raised: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28 I would assume Flint would save his block reaction for the larger more dangerous-looking guard.
P: 1d10 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Stinger vs. Alonzo: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
— miss

The boar draws blood and maggie feels a barb jab into her skin; she feels venom enter her blood. Please make a fort save

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Finally the jailer rushes in and manages to swing at Flint with his club — missing badly.

Club vs. Flint with shield raised: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

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Many Many Impish Devils

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Maggie: DC 16 fort vs poison

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Impish Devil 5 (-0 HP)
Impish Devil 2 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Impish Devil 4 (-0 HP)
Jailer (-0 HP)
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➤ Morgan (36/36 HP)
➤ Maggie (51/56 HP)
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Impish Devil 3 (-0 HP)
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP)
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Haggra (35/35 HP)
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Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP)
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Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
Alonzo (58/58 HP)
Flint (46/49 HP) │ Shield up, reaction used, shield - 3 HP

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Action 1-3: Animate Dead (Skeleton Guard)

Morgan once more launches into a spell, drawing upon necromantic energies to bring forth a minion of the dead to serve her. In this case, it is a skeleton with a bow! Her tone imperious, she says, "Slay the flying creatures, my minion. Start with those attacking near me."

The skeleton complies.
Shortbow vs 5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Shortbow vs 5: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
It does so poorly though, and Morgan's annoyance shows on her face.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

"Hey that hurt you stingey little rat!"

Maggie starts to Inspire Courage for a round, using Lingering Composition to ensure it lasts.

Performance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

She then pokes it with her +1 striking silver rapier.

Stab!: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 1 = 32
Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5) + 1 = 9
Deadly if Crit: 1d8 ⇒ 4

She finally casts Shield and will use it to block the first attack that damages her.

Maggie avoids the worst of the poison… she's probably ingested much worse as a goblin nanny. Her song lingers!

She destroys the imp. Splat.

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Imp 3 flies into Flint's square and tries to sting him!

Stinger: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
P: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 and Good: 1d4 ⇒ 3
12 damage on the crit

With so many creatures underfoot the dwarf finds himself jabbed in the femoral artery! The imp giggles.

DC 16 fort vs poison please; see conditions reference below.

Imp 1 goes invisible. It squeals and snuffs like a boar, and you can follow it around easily.Transformed into Boar and Hidden

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Many Many Impish Devils WIll Eventually Crit

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Flint: DC 16 fort save vs Poison

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Impish Devil 2 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Impish Devil 4 (-0 HP)
Jailer (-0 HP)
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Morgan (36/36 HP)
Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
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Impish Devil 3 (-0 HP)
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
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➤ Haggra (35/35 HP)
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Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP)
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Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
Alonzo (58/58 HP)
Flint (34/49 HP) │ Shield up, reaction used, shield - 3 HP

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Haggra tries to devise a stratagem against #4, to try and reduce the number of combatants!
1d20 ⇒ 12

He decides he probably has it right, and moves to attack., flanking with Flint.
+1 cold iron spiked chain, w/ flank, IC: 12 + 10 + 1 = 23 CI, B, Magical: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 + (5) = 15

"Hell monkeys. Had to be Hell monkeys."

Haggra finds that cold iron isn't very useful against imps; it resists some of the damage. Nor does the evil and hellfire his weapon glows with. Thanks, Cinder! Does not crit with flank.

The last imp winks out. It snuffles about like a boar as well. It doesn't even try to stealth, it's just being annoying. The icing on the cake is that it goes amongst the skeleton bones where it has cover.

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Had to be Hell Monkeys

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Flint: DC 16 fort save vs Poison

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Impish Devil 2 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Impish Devil 4 (-12 HP)
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Jailer (-0 HP)
Morgan (36/36 HP)
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Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
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Impish Devil 3 (-0 HP)
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
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Haggra (35/35 HP)
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Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
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➤ Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀➤ WIlliam (27/27 HP)
➤ Alonzo (58/58 HP)
➤ Flint (46/49 HP) │ Shield up, reaction used, shield - 3 HP

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Correction: Flint is at 34 / 49 hp.

ARRGH I HATE DEVILS! Alonzo shouts, stepping over so that he and Pugsley flank #4 and bashing it with his staff.

+1 staff vs. imp #4 flat-footed AC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
bludgeoning: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Step, Interact to draw, Strike.

Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 Not Posoned.

Flint steps into a flank with Maggie and plays whack-an-imp with the one that was just underfoot. #3

Thunderstriker 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
B: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Crit!

Thunderstriker 2: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 5 = 17
B: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

He has a problem getting through Imp resistance. It's annoying. Just like the imp itself. Net 10 11 damage to #3 over the crit and hit.

Pugsley steps back as the devil's draw too close for comfort. William's spectral form evolves into a tendril as it smashes into the creatures. "Don't worry, I will block their advance!"

Spectral Tendril vs FF: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage (Bludgeoning): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

◆ Step
◆ William Step
◆ William Strike #4

Pugsley's tendril stops Imp 4 dead in its tracks! As stated in Slack Alonzo hit the imp but it resisted all the damage.

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Boar-Devil 2 tries to gouge the paladin, who's taking a beating…

Tusk, strike 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
More Tusk, strike 2: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 5 = 7
Most Tusk, strike 3: 1d20 + 9 - 10 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 10 = 0

It squeals with frustration!

Do your JOB, Imp! The jailer Steps into a flank with the champion and swings at him with his club…

Club 1 vs FF Flint: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
B: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Doubles to 24

Club 2 vs FF Flint: 1d20 + 11 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 11 - 5 = 14

Bah! The jailer curses, as he's not quite able to finish off the Champion. Though, he's given him a solid whack.

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Hurt the Paladin. Cause Devils.

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Impish Devil 2 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Jailer (-0 HP)
➤ Morgan (36/36 HP)
➤ Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
Impish Devil 3 (-11 HP)
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
Haggra (35/35 HP)
Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
Alonzo (58/58 HP)
Flint (10/49 HP) │ Reaction Available

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Action 1: Sustain a Spell
Action 2-3: Final Sacrifice

"Fire upon the one nearest me, then move towards the furthest," Morgan commands her mindless minion. It complies.
Shortbow vs 3: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 2

When the skeleton moves she begins weaving evocation magic, culminating in a blast of fire as her skeleton explodes!
Final Sacrifice, DC 20 Reflex: 6d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 4, 3, 5, 4) = 21
This will hit 1, 2, 6, and the jailer/hellknight

The imps laugh in the fire.

The jailer ducks!

Ref: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Heh.

Morgan's curses are colourful, multi-syllabic masterpieces of fury and frustration.

”Morgan, how many languages was that?”

Maggie stabs imp number 3 with her silver rapier, taking advantage of the flank.

Stab!: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 1 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 = 5
Deadly if Crit: 1d8 ⇒ 6

She stabs it again, or stabs number 2 if it is already dead.

Stab again!: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 1 = 8
Deadly if Crit: 1d8 ⇒ 7

She casts Shield.

Maggie drops her target and bloodies the other imp!

The invisible boar charges her, but Maggie doesn't even get to use her shield block.

Tusk vs ff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
More Tusk: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 5 = 8

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Hurt the Paladin. 'Cause Devils.

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Impish Devil 2 (-8 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Jailer (-0 HP)
Morgan (36/36 HP)
Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
➤ Haggra (35/35 HP)
Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar, Hidden
Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
Alonzo (58/58 HP)
Flint (10/49 HP) │ Reaction Available

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Haggra contemplates going after the jailer... seems more of a thread than the imps.

1d20 ⇒ 5

He decides that won't work as well as he'd like, so he steps up and strikes at #2 removed the token for #3

CI magic spiked chain, IC: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19 slashing: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10

Thanks for removing the token!

Haggra draws blood with his chain; the boar drops to the ground and then turns into an imp! Its body is sucked back to Hell…

Impish boar-devil 6 rushes in and tries to finish off the champion!

Invisible Tusk 1 vs FF: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Tusk harder?!: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 5 = 16

A tusk scrapes against the dwarf's armor… but doesn't draw blood.

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Try to Hurt the Paladin. And Fail.

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Jailer (-0 HP)
Morgan (36/36 HP)
Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
Impish Devil 1 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Haggra (35/35 HP)
Impish Devil 6 (-0 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
➤ Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀➤ WIlliam (27/27 HP)
➤ Alonzo (58/58 HP)
➤ Flint (10/49 HP) │ Reaction Available

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"As it should be, you damned Hell monkey!" grumbles Haggra. Evidently he has something against imps.

Not seeing his spectral form bash into the imp very well William's arm shapes into that of a spike and jabs into the devil instead as he shifts around to the opposing side of it.

Spectral Spike vs FF: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage (Piercing): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

◆ William Stride
◆ William Strike #1
◆ Pugsley Stride

Alonzo Steps back and fires a ray of frost at #6.

Ray, cover: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 - 1 = 29
Cold: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 1 = 9

Dropping it.

Flint Raises his shield and attempts to Lay on Hands himself. The jailer, in turn, attempts to punish him for it.

AOO: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

— Badly.

Flint heals 12. 22 HP.

Flint then swings at the jailer, cursing all the while!

Thunderstrike 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
B: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Pugsley cannot overcome the imp's annoying resistance, but manages to do a bit of damage thanks to the song. Alonzo decimates his target, giving it a taste of Baalzebul's frozen circle of hell.

Flint bruises the jailer after healing himself!

The jailer growls with frustration and tries to subdue the Champion by hammering him into the ground.

Club 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
More Club, Strike 2: 1d20 + 11 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 5 = 20
Most Club, Strike 3: 1d20 + 11 - 10 ⇒ (10) + 11 - 10 = 11

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A more manageable amount of imps

Party Conditions: Inspired 1 more round

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Jailer (-5 HP) │ AOO Available[/ooc]
➤ Morgan (36/36 HP)
➤ Maggie (51/56 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available
Impish Devil 1 (-1 HP) │ Polymorphed into boar
Haggra (35/35 HP)
Pugsley (27/27 HP)
⠀⠀WIlliam (27/27 HP)
Alonzo (58/58 HP)
Flint (20/49 HP) │ Shield up, reaction available, LoH used

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Maggie stabs the remaining imp.

Maggie’s Silver Rapier w inspire:

Stab!: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 1 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 1 = 6
Deadly if Crit: 1d8 ⇒ 2

She then casts Electric Arc, targeting both remaining enemies.

Zap! Reflex DC21: 3d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4, 2) + 4 = 11