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Caulder Baradin wrote:

Mahjik the Flink wrote:

From the map I'm not sure how height works - is there any real threat to the party (provided nobody falls)?

We chose the low road, which is just crossing rocks in the river, precisedly to avoid height. You know a crocodile can grab someone and pull them under in a death roll. ;P

And Caulder got to the answer before I did. Should have checked in here first. Wait... Caulder? Hey, I remember Caulder! ;)

The only good crocodile is one that's already been made into a wallet.

From the map I'm not sure how height works - is there any real threat to the party (provided nobody falls)?

We chose the low road, which is just crossing rocks in the river, precisedly to avoid height. You know a crocodile can grab someone and pull them under in a death roll. ;P

Knowledge (religion) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Appraise 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Assuming Ten's last status post was correct, he was at -3. 9 should be enough to get him up and around. No point wasting expensive wand charges when the DM already told us there's nothing else to fight. ;)

"Hey, hey, watch it, Darkbane," Caulder cautions as he nears. "Make sure you miss the arm." He checks the fallen distiller to be sure he's stable. "Hey, dwarf, all clear!" he calls to Pagrip as he jolts Ten back to consciousness with a stab of the positive energy wand. "Wakey-wakey, sunshine. Need you to slice off another appendage."

Use wand of clw on Ten 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"It must be," he grumbles. "You're finally moving. It would take a miracle for her to listen to me."

Continue to delay as above.

So I presume the golem 5-foot-stepped after Esme to attack her? Caulder will continue to delay until the monster is more than 5 feet from Ten.

The priest shrugs back at him. "Eleventh verse, same as the first." He watches to see what the golem will do.

Caulder delays to see what the golem will do.

Five. Foot. Freaking. Step. Esme.
The point is to draw the golem away from Ten, not both of you to be unconscious right under its feet.

"Damn it, Darkbane, move! There's nothing to be gained from dying in that particular corner!"

The southern table is the one the golem's using as a weapon now, right? So the northern table is still on the map but the southern one's not, for purposes of movement?

"Dwarf, get your crossbow ready and try to stay where that thing can't hit you again." Caulder moves back into the doorway where he can see what's happening. "Darkbane, if you're worried about the distiller, stop just standing there on top of him! You need to draw the abomination away from him! You move the monster; I'll get the distiller!"

Start 5-foot-stepping with those attacks already. :P

Move 20 feet back into the 5-foot-corridor just outside the door; ready an action to cast stabilize on Esme if she falls

If Pagrip delays until Caulder's turn, he'll get out the wand and clw him.

"If we survive this, I expect a stiff drink," he growls. "If it follows us, see to the distiller; if it stays with you, I'll see to the dwarf."

Working on the assumption that Pagrip is badly injured, he'll withdraw out the door after him to heal him next round. If Pagrip isn't hurt, he'll withdraw around the still-extant table to the door in the north wall, 5 squares north of Esme on the map.

I thought he was not including the attack bonus to keep us from metagaming. The raw d20 roll has been under our AC before when he's described it as a hit and made people roll Fort saves. Like here, where the hit that put Ten into negatives is a natural 14 when his AC is 17 or here where Esmerelda takes damage and has to save vs. something on a 16 when her AC is 18. I think anytime he rolls damage, we're suppose to apply it and trust his math. ;)

Hate to point it out, Navior, but I think Pagrip took 16 hp of damage here. You sure you want to wait within range for another slam?

Can't find any reference to which weapon he has in his hand, but he hasn't done anything that takes two hands since we entered the room so I see no reason why he wouldn't have his morningstar equipped. AoO 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 I always roll max damage on misses. :P

Caulder ignores the paladin's panicked shrieking. "Dwarf! Out the door! If it follows you, at least it's not clubbing anyone!"

Delay until after Pagrip acts.

Reflex 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"I just healed them, damn it!" the cleric snaps at the golem. "Dwarf, back away toward the door! Darkbane, get the nine Hells out of the corner! We've got to retreat. The left arm of an dead Shoanti isn't worth anyone's life, even a distiller's." He carefully reaches down, without taking his eye off the monster, and grab's Ten's limp arm. "No civilian dies on my watch! Do you know the kind of paperwork I'd have to fill out?"

convert bless to cure light wounds on Ten 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

I think with Esme's ready it's now Caulder, Esmerelda, Pagrip, Ten, golem?

"By Abadars holy gavel, channel!"

"And heal the idiot grandson's left arm too? Not on your life, Darkbane," he growls. "Not without a donation to the Bank on its behalf. Distiller!" he barks, stepping up to support Pagrip. "Stop bleeding!"

cast stabilize on Ten; 5-foot-step northeast

"What is it with you and beards all of a sudden, Darkbane?" he complains, reaching out and cuffing Pagrip on the back of the head with some positive energy. "Hey, dwarf, when you're hurt, have the sense to step away from the thing killing you! You're no good to anyone dead."

convert hold person to cure moderate wounds 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 6) + 3 = 16 Now there's efficient resource management. :)

Fortitude 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Caulder stumbles down the length of the table to get into position to heal Pagrip.

Move to the end of the table opposite Ten. (You really need coordinates on your map, Lore.)

Fortitude 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Fortitude 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Still get our single move action per turn, correct? If so, Caulder moves 15 ft. NNE to end up just NE of that 1st table.

Ten is no longer enlarged, correct?

"Appreciate you volunteering, citizen," Caulder remarks, laying a hand on Ten's shoulder. "Abadar protect you."

casts shield of faith on Ten; should take his AC up to 17, assuming his extract's worn off

Caulder surveys the dwarf bleakly. "How much did they charge you for tuition?"

"I plan on not seeing you again, if it all same."

"Good plan," Caulder growls and turns his attention to Pagrip. "All right, dwarf, you're our 'expert,'" he grimaces at the depths to which they have fallen. "What can you tell us about this golem and how to disassemble it?"

wand of cure light wounds on Ten 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"There, Darkbane, see how it's done?" Caulder remarks with satisfaction, prodding the distiller with the wand. "Listen, derro, you're getting a second chance out of this that I very much doubt you deserve. If I see you again, I expect you to have made the most of this opportunity and be walking the straight and narrow -- or you'd better hope I don't see you again."

If I spend a wand charge on Pagrip, I'm totally going to roll an 8 and then he'll have become the very thing he despises and have to go atone or something. Should have hit up the soft-hearted paladin while she was being profligate. :P

Caulder winces visibly as the wand charges pile up. "Well, not handling it like that, it won't work well," he snatches the wand back. "Abadar's scales, woman, did noone ever teach you to swish and flick?"

7 charges marked off. How are Pagrip and Ten doing hp wise?

"See, this is what come of necromancers branching out," Caulder complains. "A simple zombie we could stop with positive energy. Well, it's not my problem. Grandpa Idiot said he wanted his idiot grandson's body back, not that he wanted it unmoving. See, derro, here's our problem," he approaches the grappled creature. "I don't trust you to keep your word any farther than I could throw you, or, well, than you could throw me, to be more specific. Darkbane and I, we're men of our word. Well, a man and a... you know what I mean. So you're not going to die today. You're cooperating, so we're not even going to run you in today. Nine Hells, as far as I'm concerned, I'd be happy to consider you a Confidential Informant and give you a bit of immunity. But when we've still got a hyperactive golem to disassemble, I honestly wouldn't put it past you to hit us with another of those screams or turn the lights out on us at a critical juncture. So help me help you. What can you do to convice me you're not going to turn against us before we get out of these crypts?"

"Is he telling the truth, dwarf?" Caulder asks the Academae dropout of the twitching torso. "Is there a way to turn one of those things off?"

"He provides for those who provide for themselves," he reminds her with a stern glance. "Don't get all theologically mushy on me, Darkbane, or I'll have to inform the Bank you need remedial training. If we're going to have to fight an out-of-control golem, I suppose I should take a charge. But just one! So what do you think?" he asks, nodding toward the derro. "He's kept his end of the bargain, but I don't want him creeping up behind us while we're getting the arm off the 'art.'"

A little reluctantly, Caulder pulls the wand from his pack and hands it over. "Don't get carried away, Darkbane," he warns. "Overhealing is as profligate as tossing good coins into the harbor."

"Pharasma damn every damned Shoanti to the Abyss!" Caulder swears a blue streak. "We're still missing an arm!" He swings back to the derro. "C'mon, think, dwarf! Legs with the otyugh, head on the effigy, torso in the bedroom (and don't think I'm not trying not to think about why it's there), and left arm...?" he leads hopefully.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

"why you care 'bout primitive? he paid for.

"Don't get me started," Caulder rolls his eyes. "Dumbest damn mission I've ever been tasked with. We got the otyugh's piece, and we got the head off the ... effigy, or whatever in there," he nods back the way they came. "A piece with paint? What's that? It have arms on it?" He flails his own upper appendages helpfully to illustrate.

"Not so fast," Caulder replies. "There's also the matter of the missing pieces of our Shoanti idiot. We're not leaving without him."

"Here, Pagrip," Caulder calls warily to the dwarf in the passage. "Come this way so he can see you. No funny business, dwarf," he growls at the derro. "Sorry," he clarifies to Pagrip, "other dwarf... thing."

Delay, as stated above (although it probably got lost in my OOC comments)

Ten forgot his +2, not that it matters. Does a CMB count as an attack roll? Seems like it ought to. Delay.

Oh, and not that Caulder knows, but anyone Spellcrafty ought to know that blindness is a dismissable spell, which means that if we can take the derro alive and intimidate him into cooperating for 1d6 x 10 minutes, we won't have to go spend good money on a dispel magic for Pagrip.

Heal or Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"Shut that thing up, will you?" Caulder complains from the doorway.

Inspiring Word on Ten: +2 on attack, skill checks, ability checks and saving throws for 1 round

Waiting to see if Esme was successful in knocking it out.

Meh, forgot I have one more round of sword. Spiritual weapon: round 3/3 Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Delay

Spiritual weapon: round 2/3 Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Caulder moves in front of the corridor opening to provide cover for the defenseless Pagrip.

If it's only 1 round of stun, Pagrip should have been able to move when Vreeg was casting and be out of his line of sight/effect by now. Waiting to see if Ten's tentacle's Grab took.

Technically, Pagrip's stunned until Vreeg's turn, not delaying. He can't act until then.

The line of effect to the floating derro effectively blocked by oversized distiller and his oddly tiny weapon*, Caulder holds his shot and backs across the room next to Pagrip. "Dwarf!" he commands. "Draw your weapon and follow the wall to your right. The way out is a five-foot corridor ten feet along. Block it and wait! You're not doing anyone any good here; you're just a target. Anything tries to get past you, you swing at it -- and shout." Clutching his symbol of Abadar, he points it at the derro, bidding "Justice be done," and a coldly-glowing spiritual longsword appears beside the floating dwarf-thing, spinning as it swings.

Move 15 feet west; cast spiritual weapon: round 1/3 attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Shoot and reload.

Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damage 1d8 ⇒ 6

Caulder releases the bolt from his crossbow in the direction of the floating derro, then reloads the weapon.

Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 damage 1d8 ⇒ 1; move action: reload

Also, Esmerelda moved to within one range increment to throw her sword, as specified here, and Ten said he moved to the northeast corner. Looks like maybe that's an old link or the map didn't update properly?

Ten just took his readied action, which means that his initative shifts to before Vreeg's; he doesn't get to act again right afterwards. Should be Esmerelda's turn.

"Fall back, Darkbane!" Caulder commands, loading his crossbow. "He doesn't have what we're looking for; no need to die here."

Draw crossbow; load crossbow