[Outpost VIII] GM Chadius 3-03: Echoes of Desperation

Game Master chadius

Maneki rushes to Basag's side and slaps a battle dressing on him.

Battle Med, Assurance: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 6) = 13

She then sends another pair of arrows at Blue.

Ranged Attack;Longbow, Volley: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 2 = 20 for Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5 Critical Hit: Double Damage + Deadly
Ranged Attack;Longbow, MAP, Volley: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 2 = 7 for Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3 Critical Hit: Double Damage + Deadly

"Surrender! Those are the only warning shots you'll get!"

◆ Stride
◆ Battle Med
◆ Flurry of warning shots

Fjörn lets the contents of his “fat” stomach out from behind his towering shield, and he lets the biloko have it.

”I never left, boney. Bell is your knell. Time to move on. At least you died a warrior!”

Basic Reflex vs DC 18 (Acid) and Sickened vs Final Biloko: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6

◆) Raise Shield (to AC 23)
◆) Regurgitate Mutagen (ending Juggernaut)
◆) Strike
↺) Shield Block (5 hardness, 32 break)

Potent Battle Axe (S) w/ Weapon Siphon (1d4 sonic) vs Final Biloko: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d4 ⇒ 2

The last biloko ducks under Fjorn's axe. "Oo! The Fat one is back! See Skin and Bones? Be like this one!"

"Screech!" Silence circles overhead.

Fly

◆ Silence is still 30 feet up

Meadow glares at the owl. "You traitor! Stop laughing! This guy's not funny at all." Her eyes narrow as she turns to the biloko. "Okay you jerk. Let's see how you like making jokes with a punctured lung." She steps closer and strikes.

Rapier: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
piercing: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 = 10
deadly?: 1d8 ⇒ 1

precision: 1d8 ⇒ 1 extra damage on the first hit.

◆ Hunt prey, ◆ step, ◆ strike

Turns out the biloko's sense of humor doesn't work well with a rapier through the lungs.

Combat Over
Basag (28 damage, Shield Destroyed, Wounded 1, Battle Medicine Immune)
Fjorn (18 damage, Juggernaut Mutagen)
Meadow (36 damage; Silence: 38 damage)

"Is-is it over?" One of the Sentinels comes out of her trance.

"They are slain." You can almost see Mr. Riverside's guilt unbuckle from his shoulders. "Come back with us to the camp. We have to prepare another meal!" Smiles spread amongst the other River Sentinels, except for Irena. She was always smiling.

After a good rest, recovery, and feast back at the River Sentinels camp, Mr. Riverside wishes you a good morning. Efala lets him into the your tent. She gives a quick bow before standing guard outside, but you can see her signs of relief as she skips along.

"Thank you for sending a strong message to their leader, Wrigglemaw. We will no longer be their pawns. Their forces are weakened now. We can break the bargain without fear." He paces around a bit. "I have an important decision to make. I will consult the rest of the River Sentinels community this time! No more mistakes."

"Should the River Sentinels take the fight straight to Wrigglemaw and strike while the bilokos are reeling from the recent battle? Or should the River Sentinels travel away from the area and try to stay one step ahead of the vengeful fey as we put this awful past behind us?"

The End
What will you do, now that you've completed the mission? I'll make chronicle sheets for this tomorrow, I have a flight to catch in a few hours.

"No. Press the advantage. Why should you have to move? They'd never expect, after years of retreat, a timely counter raid"

He sticks around to help train and prepare the tribe "pro bono" if they accept his suggestion.

And sails away.