EbonFist's 01-14 Lions of Katapesh (Inactive)

Game Master EbonFist

Ulvard roars at the sudden fireball. Or maybe he just enjoys roaring. It's hard to tell, and to be honest, he doesn't appear to be in that much of a conversational mood. You can make out various curses about spider women though.

reflex DC 14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 THP reduced to 2
He then swings at the woman.
attack,IC vs OG AC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
damage,rage(spirit): 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14 Ouch, that is a crit, so x2

He doesn't even pause before swinging a second time.
attack,IC,MAP vs OG AC: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 5 = 16
damage,rage(spirit): 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14

Finally, noticing the burning smell, he steps to the side to get out of the fire.

* strike
* strike
* step

Goldbloom reaches the edge of the rocks and looks down. "Um.. I think I'm good from here.." he says.

+ Stride
++ Daze enemy Mental dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6 (Will DC 17)

Maxis dutifully fires his bow again at the druid, but his heart isn't really in it.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

*reload
*fire crossbow
*reload

Bork, while goading Sir GoodShanks on, barely manages to slip an arrow past the druid's shield.

Said Sir Surely Strikes, punching the halfling though his blade goes wide.
Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Beezhul's mambele goes well wide of her target, clattering against a stone wall.

Kosh adds another arrow to Kip's wounds.

It comes right before Ulvard dodges much of the fire then delivers a devastating blow to the druid.

Miraculously, she is still standing and she fights off the worst of Goldbloom's mental assault but what is left tips her over the edge and she collapses to the floor of the cavern, granting the conflicted Maxis his wish and preventing him from having to fire upon her, as well.

Maxis stows his crossbow and goes to look over Kip’s pile of clothes, tools and wealth.

”Think this is the end of it?” he asks his companions. ”Just an eco-terrorist circus act gone bad?”

Beezhul shrugs.

"To be honest, it's not the bridge I care about. I swore to protect Yigrig's family, and that is what we have done"

She gathers her mambeles and prepares to head back to camp.

”Oorah!”, Kosh exclaims. He reloads his crossbow, and looks around for any big cats skulking about.

Bork lowers his bow, squinting across the cavern at the fallen halfling.

“She’s still leaking a little oil. Not much pressure behind it, but enough. I could patch that, if we want to figure out what this ferral person is all about.”

He looks around at the others, shrugging.

“Up to you. My wrench can fix it or…” and his voice trails off

Bork lowers his bow, squinting across the cavern at the fallen halfling.

“She’s still leaking a little oil. Not much pressure behind it, but enough. I could patch that, if we want to figure out what this ferral person is all about.”

He looks around at the others, shrugging.

“Up to you. My wrench can fix it or…” and his voice trails off

”Aroight, but tie ‘er up!”, Kosh replies.

"Aye.. maybe they can be reformed!" Goldbloom says. They start shuffling back towards the entrance of the cave.

Bork shuffles across the cavern, shortbow slung carelessly over his shoulder. He crouches down beside the halfling druid, eyes narrowing as he looks over her wounds.

“Alright… leaking here, cracked there...”

He digs into his pack, pulling out a bundle of bandages and a few small tools. With the same seriousness he’d give a bent axle, he presses cloth into the bleeding and tightens it down with improvised clamp.

He leans back after a moment, wiping blood and grease onto his apron.

“Unfortunate. It’s a lot easier when you can weld…”

aid, to stabilize. DC 15+1?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
hero point: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

if she didn’t stabilize on her own, she’s dead now

Ulvard sighs. "Spider women never learn." he states categorically, shaking his head.

Somewhat tired by his massive blow, he has not the energy or heart to suggest the goblin is wasting his time with the halfling.

After resting for a few moments he starts to hunt around the cave, wondering if the feral halfling had any good loot.

After searching, Goldbloom starts to head back, ready for some food and rest.

"Hopefully the halfling learns something..."