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Agreed on all accounts with Ingrid. It was a wonderful ending and really puts the (relatively minor) role of PCs in context with the larger story. Poor Ingrid, Eris, and Brogol and their unrealized villianity.

Happy to be pinged if another game opens up as well.

I just concluded a Dead Suns campaign on the boards here. The GM did a lot of streamlining from what I gather to make the AP conclude in about 5k posts. I thought it was a pretty solid AP, and did a good job of introducing the setting through a kind of "globetrotting" adventure.

Everyone's death was great, though like Eris I was holding out hope we'd be able to continue with an alternate GM.

Eris and Ingrid, I could tell you both really enjoyed your PCs and it showed in your postings. That was a great final post for our PCs, Eris. It did wrap things up very nicely.

I'd like to second Eris's thoughts that you're an amazing GM, Cellion. Please keep us in mind. It has been fun, y'all!

Brogol's face scrunches together, pinched tight, like no doubt the a@#&*#~$ of the damnable angel knight. Pain? Disbelief? There would be no clarification, no knighthood, no penny dreadfuls written about the driver. Just this look, then a glassy stare, as Brogol Stokl slumps to the ground, all his ambition seeping out the hole in his chest.

Yep, Brogol was down a couple of HPs to start the fight, so he's down. His dreams of knighthood will have to wait for another game. <sadface>

GM, I know you've mentioned in the past that this AP has problems, but regarding this adventure, I thought it was pretty well crafted. The sandboxy second act was great. I'm not a huge fan of dungeons, but as they go the tree fort was unusual and well-designed.

I've enjoyed gaming with y'all. Thanks for having my ambitious, if unlearned, rogue along for the ride!

Next round, Brogol can try to disarm the Angel Knight. Then, Eris could grab her blade. For now, he's going to try and trip her. If successful AND Caggan falls under murderous command maybe the GM will count the AoO as a flank attack, since Caggan is momentarily under the effect of an enchantment. Do you have a means to get Ingrid on her feet, Eris?

Brogol skirts the side of the room, circling around the Angel Knight, and flicks his scarf out, winding it around her legs. Grunting as he tugs, Brogol waits to see if the woman falls.

trip attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Slipping a potion from his bandolier, Brogol grimaces as Ingrid goes down. "Hold the line!" Brogol yells, and waits for the potion to give him some life.

CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 3) + 3 = 11

Brogol has a CMW potion, so if he lives through this round that will be his next action!

Dice don't fail us now!

But yes, if it is a TPK then that's a fitting end for our villains.

FOOK YES! Brogol thinks, smiling as the Hound falls to the floor. The driver's delight is short-lived, however, as the real battle commences. The pain is searing, the panic unsettling as Brogol watches his blood spill onto the floor. One hand gripping his gut, Brogol moves backwards towards Eris. "Help!"

Withdraw 30' back to whence Brogol came.

Sorry all - this past week was a lot more busy and difficult than I'd imagined it would be. I'm back, and apologize for the hold-up. As for Brogol's action, my understanding is that you can charge in a surprise round if you have a weapon in hand, and Brogol is 30' from the Hound, so Brogol will do that. Please retcon if I'm wrong.

Brogol snarls, rather lupine himself in appearance, and sprints forward towards the Hound, swinging his scarf above his head as he runs. Perhaps, if he was quick enough, he could finish off this enemy before it knew what hit it. The scarf snakes through the air, blades glinting in the room's dim light, and Brogol howls, an outsized off-putting undulation somewhere between the cries of a wolf and a beagle.

charge attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21
damage?: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
sneak attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

"That's it," Brogol whispers, "The head of the snake. Shall we cut it off?" Odds were, whoever was there knew they were coming. But a little caution wouldn't hurt. Brogol moves as quietly as he can across the rope bridge.

stealth, underworld inspiration: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 9 + (2) = 24
perception, inspiration: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (16) + 8 + (3) = 27

I had a death in the family and will be leaving town, trying to tie up some loose ends at work, etc. over the next week. Posting may be slow going for a bit.

Room to the north sounds good. Do either of you have detect magic? Maybe we should do the obligatory magic testing of the items called out by GM Cellion before moving on?

Brogol rummages through the papers, rolling and stuffing anything relevant into his boot. The Archbaron would be pleased, and Brogol could practically taste that knighthood. So close. "Let's clear the rest of this place out and let Fex know. Also," Brogol stabs a gloved finger down onto one of the papers, a map. "This map has a tiny symbol of Iomedae marked at a location within the Aspodell Mountains. Citadel Dinyar. I'm pretty sure that citadel belongs to the Hellknight Order of the Godclaw."

local, inspiration: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + (5) = 18

Brogol swings his scarf again, frowning as the woody man still stands. How much punishment could one tree guy take?

attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 1 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Brogol sneers, rearing back with his scarf again. "Exactly, Ingrid! We're definitely gonna burn it now though!"

attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

The driver had taken a beating these last few days, being burned, knocked unconscious, bludgeoned, stabbed, and generally beaten. Rage builds in Brogol as once again he's attacked, the bark-man's spiked club sticking through Brogol's weathered armor. Whipping his scarf at the bark-man, Brogol does his best to return the favor.

attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 1 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Brogol slips between his comrades and then around the tree, unwinding his scarf as he goes. Lashing out with all his strength, Brogol sees if he has better luck drawing sap than his companion.

attack, flank, risky strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 1 + 2 = 26
slashing damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
sneak attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Frowning, Brogol pulls the banner down, letting it drift to the floor and making sure to stomp his bloody, muddy boot on it as he goes to inspect the two sleeping men.

"What d'ya reckon they've come down with?"

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Assuming the perception roll discovers what Eris knows above.

Brogol raises his finger to his mouth a quick silent shhh signaled, and then pointing to Ingrid and then the curtain, a raised shrug of the shoulders. You first?

In total agreement. You're a great GM, Cellion and it has been a real pleasure to play Brogol with y'all. Thanks for taking this on, Cellion, and thanks for being great players PatheticWrench and Grumbaki.

I'd be happy to keep going with Franz back and a new GM if we can wrangle it.

Sighing as his wounds knit shut, Brogol grabs his scarf and looks to the north-east, towards the voices, and then to the southeast. "All right then. Let's go. Should we look into the room nearby before we head towards the voices?"

Explore blank area of the map below the tied-up lady and then head up towards the northeast? Assuming we can get to the southeast.

Brogol pushes himself to his feet, and makes his unsteady way back up to the others, limping a bit as he approaches. "Oi, can you touch me with that wand a couple of times, Eris? What do you all think? They'll be prepared for us now. Do we push on?"

Brogol's mouth drops open as the hound somehow twists free and throws itself from the balcony. No thought crosses through Brogol's mind, instead just a pure impulse, driven by rage at the idea of the hound getting away. Instead, the driver mutters "Patch me up" and leaps from the tree fort, aiming to land on their enemy's head...

acrobatics, inspiration: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (6) = 12
damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 3) = 8
touch attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage to hound: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1) = 10

What is the damage I roll if he jumps onto the hound? 3d6? Or something less?

EDIT: I want to confirm before I start rolling dice that this would be the order of rolls?

1. Acrobatics check to lessen damage.
2. Brogol's damage to himself
3. Touch attack (1d20+dex+BAB since Brogol is a ranged weapon).
4. Damage to the hound

I assume Brogol would end up prone in an adjacent square?

OK, so I'm thinking if Ingrid misses Brogol's going to try and jump onto Hound, taking falling damage but also delivering it. How would we adjucate that? Touch attack?

"Geez, Eris, I think you broke it," Brogol smirks, wrapping his bladed scarf around the Hound's head and twisting.

attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
sneak attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

The beast prone and babbling - and Brogol having been succiptible to Eris's madness in the past - the driver knew to take advantage. Brogol pulled his bladed scarf above his head and brought it down on the Hound with as much power as he could muster.

attack, risky strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
damage?: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

I assume the madness won't enable sneak attack, but just in case...
sneak damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Without a good way to flank the hound, Brogol flips his scarf towards the hound's legs. The scarf wraps around the hound's ankle and Brogol pulls, yelling, "Kick 'em while its down!"

trip: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Snarling, Brogol winds up the bladed scarf again and sends it snaking towards the Hound's greatsword. No doubt the Hounds was stronger - hopefully dogged determination on Brogol's part made up the difference.

disarm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Sorry all, I'm a little confused. Is the map accurate? Are Ingrid and the Hound on the bridge?

Brogol drops the crossbow, stepping forward and once again drawing his scarf. Once the Hounds was in range, he'd twist that damnable sword from the Angel's hands...

Free: drop crossbow, move: move 20' towards the bridge. Ready an action to disarm.

readied disarm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

Oh, I just checked the map and the hound is back at the other end of the rope bridge, so Brogol can't get to it to disarm it b/c he can't get adjacent to it. We have to draw it to us again.

If we get the greatsword, Brogol can join you in power attacking with risky strike. If he flanks he:

attacks at +2 BAB +1 MW +4 dex +2 flank -1 PA for +8 for 1d6+9+2d6 (avg about 20)

I think grapple is a good idea. Maybe we can grapple and disarm? Ingrid grapples, Brogol disarms, Eris takes the Greatword?

Or retreat, honestly. Go back to town, rest up, get Ingrid a 2-H weapon and come back.

Brogol fumbles with his crossbow, drawing it yet again while dropping his scarf. He mumbles, "fine. We'll just shoot the bastard," only to look up and see Ingrid barreling towards the Hound. Balls.

Stow scarf draw crossbow.

I agree - back up and let it come to us. I'd like to get a flank in if possible.

Brogol steps backwards as the others do, drawing another potion and drinking it down. His chest burns, his hand shakes, and for the first time - even including when that stupid cat thing knocked him out - the driver thinks they may not get out of this alive.

Step, draw potion, drink.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Pulling a potion from his satchel, Brogol uncorks it and gulps it down, and then tosses the flask aside and preparing to wade back into combat.

pull and drink potion of CLW, 5' step.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Hah!

Panic rises in Brogol as pain and blood spill from his wound. A gurgling "Hnng" escapes his throat as the driver twists away from the Hound, ceding his space to Ingrid.

Withdraw.

Brogol smiles, a flat, mirthless smirk, and looks across the rope bridge. Still, he hesitates, for the bridge seems like a bad place to get caught. Looking at the dog, the driver squints, hoping to better make out if trickery is afoot.

"OK. Yer heard the woman. If we're to go no further, yer can come here then."

perception to look for trickery afoot: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"The meeting hall," Brogol says, looking to the east. "Yes. Eris, get yerself in fighting shape with that fancy wand of yours. You too, Ingrid, and we'll move on."

"Well, well, well, nicely done my friends," Brogol says, picking his scarf back up and wrapping it around his neck, before crouching by the woman. "Information for your life. It is that simple. How many more in this fort? Where's Lencia."

local, inspiration to know anything about this Siova: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + (2) = 14 Is she local? Does she have family and friends in town?

I'm back and catching up on life/work. Sorry for the radio silence - turned out I didn't have internet after all, which was pretty lovely actually. I hope to get caught up today/tomorrow.

I'm going out of town tomorrow for the next week and posting will likely be intermittent. Please bot as necessary.

Picking up his crossbow, Brogol steps out of the hut only to find the pale woman has joined them, and seems to be... frozen? Eris's madness no doubt. Scurrying past the woman, Brogol unwinds his scarf again as he goes, and then leans in, whispering next to her ear. "Yer in a bit of trouble, yeah? Surrender, let's talk. If not..."

Move: Pick up xbow. Standard: Move 30, draw bladed scarf (so B has the scarf in one hand and xbow in the other atm).

Ducking back into the hut, Brogol stows his scarf and reaches for his crossbow...

"Good 'un, Ingrid. Get her, Eris!"

Move: 30' back to where Brogol dropped his crossbow, Standard: Stow scarf.

Reassessing the situation as teh spellcaster doesn't drop, Brogol instead drops his crossbow and sprints towards the spellcaster, unwinding his scarf as he runs. The driver scoots around Ingrid - careful, those flailing claws are sharp - and unleashes his scarf at the caster, testing the man's defenses.

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

If the caster has a melee weapon Brogol will provoke an AoO.

Confident that the spellcaster would fall before Ingrid's fury, Brogol wrapped his scarf around his neck and once drew his crossbow, staying behind the cover of the door. The archer across the way would need to be dealt with, and soon.

Move: stow scarf, move: draw crossbow.

AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
sneak attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

The creature moves too quickly than for Brogol's anticipation - he simply watches as the pinecone blunders into Ingrid's claws and jaws of death. Just reflavoring the 1 as inaction, since I've already bumbled around with a 1 this fight.

Focusing on the doorway instead, Brogol flings his scarf at the first creature through it that isn't a Chelaxian madwoman, grunting as he puts as much muscle as he can behind his strike.

risky strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
damage: 1d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 3 = 12
sneak attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Brogol slips to the other side of the door, readjusting his hat as he goes. "Those pinecones are probably coming in. Let's run em through a guantlet if they do."

Brogol will take one side of the door, hoping that Ingrid can take the other on her turn.

Gripping his bladed scarf, the driver looks for the leshies and waits to strike as soon as they - or a woodsman - puts themselves in a position to get hurt.

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
sneak attack if applicable: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Brogol slides into the room, whipping his scarf above his head as he goes. "Sorry, bubber. Yer gotto go." The gods have other things in mind, however. The heels of Brogol's boots click across the floor and the man skids upon something - water? a sock? - and Brogol twists, snagging his bladed scarf upon his own armor...

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
sneak attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Waiting to see what the doorway holds before taking an action...