Angrboda Fossey's page

That's easy; the paladin fell for defying what was clearly the long-established will of the gods.

The paladin saved a millions of innocents from starvation by curing a blight on an island-nation's crops.

Has Boot: The harrowing tale of a man with a boot.

AKA "Vidar's Saga"!

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

, like raindrops on

The vortex follows Elessia, and strikes again...

aggressive thundercloud, CL 5th, DC 17 Reflex save to negate: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 5) = 12

...while Angrboda, spurred on - and seemingly strengthened??? - by the strange and disturbing noises now coming from Eniac, continues her magical siege from below, stomping a ley line and causing a visible green pulse to shoot through the floor from under Angrboda's feet to under Elessia's!

thunderstomp, CL 5th, first-ever actual use of my Soothsayer Boon!: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

I am now shaken for 1 round.

Sidling and staggering out past the giant Seldiir (while still seeming to be carefully tracing some invisible path), Angrboda is relentless in her magical assault, calling forth an eerie, Dwarf-sized hovering vortex of heavy, black air, and dancing with ominous flashes - it settles over the obviously-outclassed 'witch' and erupts in a bolt of energy!

aggressive thundercloud, CL 5th, DC 17 Reflex save to negate: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) = 11

The glittery silhouette suddenly erupts in otherworldly flame!

CL is 5th, of course.

...and Angrboda strikes the increasingly hedged-in hound with her fine and vicious scimitar!

masterwork scimitar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not really feeling her fighting skills at the moment, Angrboda does something a tad unexpected: She draws a strange wand that appears to have been made from a mummified and lacquered length of giant squid tentacle, coated in sapphire dust, and the vicious barbs and hooks within its suckers each individually scrimshawed into the shape of eldritch runes (those versed in the rare language would recognize them as numerals and other mathematical symbols in Orvian).

She waves it in Seldiir's direction, who finds himself abruptly experiencing a strange, subtle, profound insight...

Seldiir's lucky number for today is...: 1d20 ⇒ 4!

Angrboda follows with a lob from her sling...

masterwork sling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
50% chance to salvage bullet, odd is good: 1d100 ⇒ 73

...that just kind of falls out of the sling-pouch and sits pathetically on the ground.

Do I still have my produce flame?

What about special-defensive baloney? Did I miss something?

Will save, Resist Nature's Lure: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Wise to Faerie tricks, Angrboda stands firm...

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 What all else I do will depend on the outcome of this roll

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Amazing...Sovyrian lypenaia trees."

aid Loam Yin's Perception?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Angrboda continues immolating the creature...

produce flame CL 5th, flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

...and Angrboda charges like drunken fencer with her flame-bearing hand outstretched!

produce flame CL 5th, charge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Whoever put Dax in, ha! For some reason I thought it was Relativity Seven of Nine for a second.

I couldn't resist. ;)

@DM: How much (if any) of my produce flame do I have left now?

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 Anything else I know? If we're using the typical method: Special defenses? Feats?

As one might suppose, Angrboda is learned indeed in the lore of strange and magical crawling things of the earth....

My action will depend on your answers to the above.

Surprised and pleased with her last shot, Angrboda loads and lobs another bullet...

masterwork sling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
I assume that missed; bullet salvageable on high: 1d100 ⇒ 27

...which is promptly pulverized into lead-putty after one of her chronic spasms sends it sailing toward the far wall.

Taking a 5-foot step back; Loam/Seldiir adapt your positions as needed.

If you mean I hit with my sling, it's actually: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

It sure looks cool.

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 Anything I don't know about it?

"Yes. Mercury ooze. Fascinating and dangerous," Angrboda affirms, making do for the time being with an exploratory sling-shot.

masterwork sling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
I assume that missed; bullet salvageable on even: 1d100 ⇒ 100

The bullet does indeed do its share of 'exploring' the room.

Assuming it's been less than 5 minutes since the yellow musk fight, I can also still do this:

Angrboda advances, her hand still cradling the eerie orb of green fire!

produce flame CL 5th: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 +50% = 12 - Dax and Loam, don't forget that the damage bonus (assuming that's part of what was meant by "vulnerable") applies to your magic, too!

Speaking of fire, I don't see our new friend on the map.

"Looks like a really weathered wood golem," Lara points out. "Got any fire, anyone?"

"Better," Angrboda replies flatly as she sets her legs to the ley lines, raises her arms to the beams in the ceiling, and bids the golem's dead timber twist and betray its artificial form!

If it gets a saving throw (it might not in this particular case), a DC 17 Will save is it; in case it matters, the CL is 5th.

Automatic success to aid Perception; sorry for my hiatus.

Angrboda wordlessly points out the strange creature.

Holy s$@~, did I pick the right character for this!!!

Angrboda just shakes her head in return; if that's the way Seldiir thinks it makes sense to think, he has no idea...come to think of it, what else is there around here? She extends her senses as her circle taught her...I start looking around using my Spirit Sense.

"What say we get rid of the creeper while it's stuck?"

"It's only a plant - one that serves the priceless purpose of keeping the Mannish races humble. We've bested it, why not just leave before the earth reasserts itself?" Counters Angrboda, ever the conservationist.

When a freaking bush has a better Reflex save than you...

Angrboda reaches out to hand-cremate the grisly puppet before her...

produce flame CL 5th, melee touch attack vs Zupper-Ombie: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

After stumbling her way half-comically, half-horrifically, through the decidedly-unnatural hallway...

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 Any defenses?

"Yellow musk. Keep your distance," Angrboda annouces. She closes and opens her palm to produce another primal flame, but this time she holds her palm outward toward the horrible plant, and the flame springs outward toward it!

produce flame CL 5th, ranged touch attack vs creeper: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

I'm assuming, based on how things looked in relation to one another, that these are 10-ft squares and I am not squeezing with Seldiir; if I'm wrong, jostle Eniac and I around accordingly.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 If one question: Fighting abilities? If two: Magical powers?

"Oh, noooo..." Angrboda groans quietly, seemingly not with regard to the charnel house decor as in recognition of the nasty little man before them.

Have we come across any cure light wounds potions around here? If so, I'll quaff one of those; otherwise, I'll use my wand for the following:

? of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Angrboda presses on despite the ringing in her head...

produce flame CL 5th: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Angrboda does her best to keep on the fiery offensive...

produce flame CL 5th, flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

You are using "Vos' enchanted longsword." It must not like you.

Angrboda continues pitting her magic against their enemy's...

produce flame CL 5th vs fucshia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

...and though her aim is embarrasingly thrown off by one of her sudden tremors...

...so Angrboda picks up the slack, closing her fist and reopening it to reveal an intense, green-tinged flame.

produce flame CL 5th vs fucshia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
fire damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Hmm...may we say I used one of the cure moderate wounds potions to heal myself rather than my wand?

My saving throws are good, but I'll take the Cloak if nobody else needs it more.

”So, that was Vos, eh?” Seldiir kicks his boot. ”I hope you kept good records. We could do with knowing what you knew.”

"Hold that thought..." Mutters Angrboda as she tries to make sure Vos has truly passed on.

Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Angrboda sets to work restoring the party's injuries.

Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Seldiir's cure light wounds wand on Seldiir: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Aaand back to fighting-fit at a cost of 6 charges.

Angrboda's cure light wounds wand on Angrboda: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Angrboda's cure light wounds wand on Angrboda: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Good enough for me...

Loam's cure light wounds wand on Loam: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Loam's cure light wounds wand on Loam: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

...and Loam Yin's seamlessly welded with 2 charges.

Of course, if anyone capable of doing so were willing to help, the above could be accomplished in a fraction of the time.

...who moves aggressively in and socks the sergeant with a faceful of Fimbulwinter!

frostbite CL 5th, flank vs Sarge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
nonlethal cold damage PLUS fatigue: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Becoming desperate to put her foe down before the reverse occurs, Angrboda fights back...

frostbite, CL 5th vs Fethi: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
nonlethal cold damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Aligning herself with the ley lines once more, Angrboda rushes Fethi with a curse of bitter cold!

frostbite, CL 5th, flank vs Fethi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
nonlethal cold damage PLUS fatigue: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Seeing (and in one instance, feeling) all that's just transpired, Angrboda retreats while reaching out with her spirit to stabilize the dying Seldiir!

...Angrboda orients herself along a ley line (while her lazy eye seems to orient itself more in the direction of Seldiir's fascinating transformation) and directs the power of sun above and deep earth below to make the Lieutentant's weapon flash red-hot!

fire damage on failed DC 16 Reflex save: 5d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 2, 1) = 10

I (we, rather) just went. -_-

Terribly sorry for my absence, can we say I spent the last 2(?) rounds healing Seldiir?

If so:
wand of cure light wounds (Seldiir's if he has one, mine if he doesn't) on Seldiir, Round 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
wand of cure light wounds on Seldiir, Round 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Alternatively, if that first healing was enough to restore him entirely, I'll spend round 2 casting virtue on him.

Eniac will have spent those 2 rounds casting guidance on itself and Angrboda.

Round 3:

Angrboda bestows a quick blessing of fortitude upon Tenibri...

Angrboda searches the room...

Perception, Eniac's Spiritual Guidance: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Angrboda moves to tend Seldiir's wounds with a wand made from twisted driftwood, studded with several very small emeralds and tapering into a somewhat flamboyant spiral at the end...

wand of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

This lot doesn't strike Angrboda as anything special; she moves into position, her fine scimitar at the ready...

readied attack with masterwork scimitar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"What have you seen the witch do with her magic?" Angrboda volunteers.

Seeing that Seldiir doesn't seem to know what he's doing, Angrboda gives the erstwhile-slaves as good a checking-over as she is able under the circumstances...

Heal #1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Heal #2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

...and will take the oil and potion if nobody else will.

May I retcon my prepared barkskin, then?