GM Roll4initiative's Master of the Fallen Fortress (Inactive)

Game Master roll4initiative

An axe swings, a spear jabs, and sais flurry, but none hit their marks!

Rokhan is up!

Rokhan attempts to send a volley and commands Calderon to do the same.

Acid Splash vs Touch: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 2 - 4 = -1
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Fire Attack vs Touch: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 2 - 4 = 7
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Wow. The dice roller is not being good to you guys.

The southwest door suddenly bursts open. The biggest, meanest, and stinkiest troglodyte you have ever seen so far glares at the lot of you while brandishing his wooden cudgel, smacking the end in his open palm.
DC 13 Fort save from everyone at the beginning of your turn!

The yellow trog points at you all then yelps at the brute. It then steps away from the door, out of the brute's way, and claws wildly at WwG.
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
slash 'n' bash: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
slash 'n' bash: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
crit confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
slash 'n' bash: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
2 pts damage.

The green trog swipes a claw at Dorgan.
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
slash 'n' bash: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
But can't connect. It steps back and swipes its other claw at Rahu.
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
slash 'n' bash: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
And is just as bad.

Halle is up!

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (torch)
WwG: -2 hp (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green:
Yellow: -7 hp
The Brute:
Halle: (sickened)

Actually, everyone can go. Halle is end of last round.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 2 = 11

Halle five-foot-steps towards the enemy she previously tried to hit, then unleashes some attacks against it. She fights with her usual combat expertise.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 2 = 19 Scimitar, Sickened
Damage: 1d6 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 2 = 6

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 1 - 2 = 10 Bite, Sickened
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 2 = 2

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 1 - 2 = 17 Sting, Sickened
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

Confirm?: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 1 - 2 = 5 Sting, Sickened
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 2 = 0

Her AC is currently 19+1=20

Calderon Cooldown: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Again, Rokhan attempts to overcome the desire to heave to fire a bolt of acid at the green scaled creature. Calderon aids his aim as his belly of fire refills.

Acid Splash vs Touch @ Green: 1d20 + 3 - 2 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 2 - 4 + 1 = 16
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Rahu continues his attack on blue as he steps toward the newly-opened door.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Rokhan Fort DC 13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Rahu Fort DC 13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Rahu is sickened for 10 rounds.

fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Walks takes a step back, his spear useless in close quarters, and tries unsuccessfully to stab yellow again. The new smells from the boss trog do not bother him any more than the already prevalent aromas assaulting his senses.

to hit, sickened: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 - 2 = 8
damage, sickened: 1d8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

@WwG: Halle took down yellow. Go ahead and retcon your actions.

Halle drops yellow with her first strike. The troglodyte brute, seeing his little cousin drop dead, snarls at her.

Rokhan's acid bolt nails the green trog in the chest, burning a hole in its skin with an acrid puff of smoke.

Rahu's second strike with his sai hits its mark on the injured green troglodyte.

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green: -7 hp
Yellow: dead.
Brute:
Halle: (sickened)

Just to reiterate, WwG can retcon his last actions and Dorgan still gets to take a turn.

Since yellow is down, WwG targets the newbie with a DC 13 Daze spell instead.

The hulking troglodyte stares at Walks as he waves his hands in confusing patterns and casts a spell.
Brute Will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
The brute stands there dumbfounded as drool spills from its mouth.

Dorgan swings his axe almost without thought at the green scaled trog, his focus on the new threat.

Aah...a challenge....

axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Dorgan fails to strike the troglodyte. The green trog lashes at Dorgan with a claw...
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Then swipes at Rahu...
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

The big brute stands at the doorway with a blank look on its face.

Everyone may act!

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (sickened, torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green: -7 hp
Yellow: dead.
Brute: (dazed)
Halle: (sickened)

Halle holds her action for now, imagining her companions to be more suited to deal with the larger enemy.

It might actually be better to wait for him to enter the room and surround instead of someone walk to the door and block it (and that's why she didn't do it) but if one of you wants to go for it, please feel free.

Rahu continues his sai flurry at green, then takes a step back.
Attack-Sickened: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 2 = 2
Attack-Sickened: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 2 = 0

Rahu knocks the green trog upside the head. The trog's legs wobble, its eyes go crossed, and tiny shimmering stars circle around its head.
(Staggered at 0 hp!).

Rokhan, WwG, & Dorgan are up! If everyone stays on track with 1+ post per day, even over the weekend, we should be finished by Monday. No rush, though.

Walks remains at a respectable distance and waits for the big trog to come to him or pass through the doorway.

readied to hit, sickened: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 2 = 5
damage, sickened: 1d8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 2 = 0

AoO to hit, sickened: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 - 2 = 16
damage, sickened: 1d8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 - 2 = 4

i'm in a weird spot...can someone toss a ranged attack at the green guy...i want his spot to face the big guy...I don't want to step in front of Rahu...

The brute's large muscles begin to twitch and ripple. It appears the daze effect is about to wear off and he's gonna be bashin' some skulls with his hefty cudgel in a moment.

Just waiting on Rokhan. Then Dorgan & Halle may take their actions.

Going to put Rokhan on delay. Dorgan & Halle, any actions you want to make before enemies go?

yeah..i'm stepping in to the hole...need a meat shield there...readying an attack on the big guy when he moves forward.

readied: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Come on, scale face! Time to see how tough your sorry hide is...

The green trog claws wildly at Dorgan.
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
slashing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Crit Confirm!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

The brute stomps into the room. WwG's readied spear jabs at the air.
Dorgan's axe cuts open a large gash in the brute's side.
Enraged by Dorgan's masterful strike, the brute brings his club down on Dorgan...
Club: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Bonk!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Then tries to claw and bite Halle...
Claw: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14
slash & bludgeon: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Chomp!: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (12) - 3 = 9
b/p/s: 1d4 ⇒ 2
And fails to connect.

Everyone may act!

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (sickened, torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -9 hp
Green: -7 hp
Brute: -9
Halle: (sickened)

Halle hurricanes through all her attacks against the enemy, but unfortunately it comes all completely off - not only due to her being sickened, but also because she got distracted by her untied shoelaces.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 - 2 = 4 Scimitar, Sickened
Damage: 1d6 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 - 2 = 4

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) - 1 - 2 = 4 Bite, Sickened
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 2 = 1

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 1 - 2 = 2 Sting, Sickened
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

After the disaster, she does a step back.

The brute points down at Halle's untied laces and roars in laughter. He immediately grips the gaping wound in his side and grimaces in pain.

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

That doesn't look good.... the dwarf says as he swings and misses, the trog's gutsd fouling his grip.

Rahu steps into the breach next to Dorgan, and attempts to finish off the green trog with one last flurry.
Attack - Sickened: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 2 = 6
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3
Attack - Sickened: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 2 = 2

"Another threat successfully eliminated," he shouts as he turns his attention toward the brute.

Walks wordlessly aims another jab at the big guy.

to hit, sickened: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 1 - 2 = 17
damage, sickened: 1d8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

Rokhan steps back from the ensuing melee before holding his hand out, a gout of flames surging forth to cover the brute.

Burning Hands Fire Damage: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 1 = 4
Reflex DC 15 to half.

Sorry! I forgot that the green trog was staggered at zero hp. Easily remedied, though...

The green trog drops from the strain of lashing out with its claws. The group then focuses their attacks on the brute. Only Rahu manages to hit, but he hits a sweet spot on the big brute's sternum.
Rahu crit confirm: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (sickened, torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green: dead
Brute: -11
Halle: (sickened)

Will post Brute's actions later.

The Big Bad Brute turns his attention to Dorgan and Rahu. With a snarl, he brings his club down on Dorgan.
Club: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Bonk!: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Then swipes with a claw and tries to bite Rahu.
Claw: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0
slash: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Bite: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (6) - 3 = 3
Chomp!: 1d4 ⇒ 1
And has no luck trying to take down the trespassers.

Everyone may act!

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (sickened, torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green: dead
Brute: -11
Halle: (sickened)

Walks decides he would be better off helping the others than try todamage it again and he activates his (nearly useless) Stardust ability to make it harder for the trog to connect.

After waiting for Walks, Halle steps back in - but this time, in a position of flanking with Rahu.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 16 Scimitar, Sickened, Flank
Damage: 1d6 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 2 = 5

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) - 1 - 2 + 2 = 17 Bite, Sickened, Flank
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

Attack: 1d20 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) - 1 - 2 + 2 = 5 Sting, Sickened, Flank
Damage: 1d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 2 = 0

She fights in her usual defensive expertise manner.

Five-foot-step, full attack with combat expertise -0/+1 AC

Is there any indication to how my attack affected them? Did they appear to just not be affected by the damage?

Oh crap. I only looked at the numbers. I read that as an attack roll.

Rokhan engulfs the Brute in flame.
Reflex save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
The Brute gets singed and wobbles. His scaled skin issues wisps of smoke. He then glares at WwG, looking quite annoyed for being covered in glitter.
(Everyone knows glitter gets everywhere and takes forever to remove!)

Rahu & Dorgan may act!

Rokhan/Cal: (sickened)
Rahu: (sickened, torch)
WwG: (sickened)
Dorgan: -5 hp
Green: dead
Brute: at 0, staggered,glittered.
Halle: (sickened)

Aaannd, Halle cuts the Brute open even more. He drops to the floor and curses at you in draconic under his breath. He slowly and shakily reaches for a set of keys on his belt and holds them up to you before passing away.

Combat over! I really need to stop posting at work so I can focus more on the game.

Walks looks back at him and gives him the fish eyed stare and lies.

"It was supposed to give you a bath. You know you stink, don't you?"

Well that's over with... Dorgan says as he checks his wound. He rips off a piece of cloth from his slowly diminishing cloak. He dumps a small amount of nasty smelling cheap liquor from a flask on it and cleans the cut.

Ouch...that stuff burns worse on your skin than down your throat...good thing I didn't pay a copper for it.... he says through gritted teeth.

I can attest to the glitter thing...dated a few dancers in my younger days....

After confirming the rest of the party is still in one piece, Rahu puts away his sai, covers his mouth and nose, and steps into the room the brute came from to investigate.

Walks happily takes the gift of keys from the unconscious troglodytes. Normally he would patch up a fallen foe to make sure nobody died, but it's hard to do that while gagging. Walks follows Rahu, hoping the smell is better with distance from the cratures.

As the enemy drops, Halle rests her shoulders, then enters the room he was coming from. She searches around carefully, as she was expecting the place to be trapped - or for more enemies to come.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

After a few moments your nausea wears off. A search of the troglodytes' barracks reveals nothing of interest except for several normal javelins and the Brute's hefty, but mundane, cudgel.

With keys in WwG's hand, Rahu leads the group into the southern chamber. A brazier of glowing coals sits in the center of this room, its acrid smoke mixing with the ever-present troglodyte stench. A few knives, pokers, and other metal implements lie atop a rusty iron box nearby. There is a door in the northeastern wall.

What kind of knowledge roll to identify if the implements have any particular purpose? Walks heads over to the northeast door to see if it has a keyhole that the key might fit. He also takes a look to see if it might be trapped.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Crude rusty pliers, a hand-crank drill, a ball-peen hammer, and a few spatters of blood on the floor. There appears to be no artisanal items being worked on here. These are most likely used for torture.

The door in the northwestern wall does have a keyhole. The first key he tries doesn't work. WwG tries the key labeled "11" and gives it a turn. There is a soft audible click as the tumblers within disengage.

Slowly and carefully opening the door, WwG peers inside the small dark room. The torchlight reveals a man wearing tattered commoners' clothes, with black eyes and a swollen face (obviously from several beatings). He sits slumped in the corner with his hands manacled behind his back. He looks up in terror and tries to scoot further into the corner. It takes him a few moments to realize he's not in for another beating.
"Please... Help me. Water."
He manages to mutter with parched lips.

Rahu quickly takes the canteen from his belt and hands it to the man. Rubbing his chin as the man sates his thirst, he queries: "Balenar, I presume? We were sent by the Pathfinder Society to ensure your safe return."

The man guzzles down almost all of the water.
"Thank you. Ahh. Thank you for the water. I owe you for saving my life, friends."
The man says in relief to his rescuers. He then nods in the affirmative in response to Rahu's query.
"Yes. I am Balenar Forsend. Pathfinder, tale-spinner, and travelling bard. Have you seen my dog? Her name is Kita."
After hearing the news, he looks down in sadness.
"Poor girl. She was just a pup when I found her on the streets. She was my faithful companion for many years and went along on many adventures with me. I'll miss her dearly. You wouldn't have happened to find her collar by chance? I'd like to keep it as a token in remembrance."

Looking back up at you, he squints through his swollen eyes to get a good look at you all.
"Pathfinders you say? You kinda look familiar, actually. I think I've seen some of you in passing at the Grand Lodge. Heh! Look at that. A seasoned Pathfinder being rescued by new recruits. Good work, my friends!"
Balenar then groans in pain as he turns to reveal the manacles binding his wrists behind his back. He gently rubs his raw wrists after the manacles are removed with the other key.
"Well, best if we hurry and get going. I don't know what those monsters did with my gear. Hopefully, it's in that chest out there."
He nods towards the brazier and chest in the center of the room.

Balenar gives the chest a thorough check for traps. Not finding any, he lifts the unlocked lid. Sure enough, his gear is inside.
"Thank the gods it's still here."
He takes out the items and dons his gear: A suit of masterwork studded leather armor, a masterwork buckler, a masterwork rapier, a shortbow with 15 arrows, a scroll of cure moderate wounds, a scroll of invisibility, and a wayfinder.
"You should get one of these as soon as you can."
He says with a wink as he holds up the wayfinder.
"It's a badge of office for us Murderho... Erm, Pathfinders."
He places the chain holding the wayfinder around his neck.
"I believe the leader of the troglodytes is in the main chamber upstairs. How about we go take care of that son-of-a-b****?"

Walks hunkers down to hear the self proclaimed bard's tale.

"May I ask, how did you get captured and what can you tell us about the guy upstairs? Another troglodyte??"