Cerinwë's page

It's been two weeks. I'm calling this one.

Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure.

JZ, thanks for running it. I enjoyed myself.

Cerinwë rows up and discharges his passengers, then ties off the boat.

"We have done well this day. Is it finished, do you think?"

"Are we sure it's dead? whispers Cerinwë. "It's not regenerating or playing dead?"

The elf goes to make sure it is most sincerely dead.

Cerinwë looks about for a rowboat or skiff. If he spies one, he runs to it.

If it is more than a short run away, he casts expeditious retreat on himself and then runs to it.

Perception Roll:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Cerinwë wishes he had some method of aiding the townsfolk, and hopes that they can swim at least a little. He removes a vial of violet fungi poison from his pouch and carefully applies it to a frost arrow.

Cerinwë is almost out of offensive spells, but this one is an easy call. No longer maneuvering for position, he gestures intently. Blades of cyan force erupt from the elf's thin fingers and scream across the battlefield to strike the unearthly monstrosity threatening his companions.

magic missile

Damage:3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) + 3 = 9

A 15 misses on a touch AC? Ouch!

Cerinwë curses and tries again. "Die! Go back to the pit!"

Ranged Touch attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Potential damage: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 5) = 10
No save.

But its own attacks did not? Interesting...

Does the spawn become visible again? If not, Cerinwë casts see invisibility. If so, he casts scorching ray

Ranged Touch attack (if scorching ray: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Potential damage (if scorching ray: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 6) = 17

Cerinwë dashes across the pavement to line up a clear shot, then with gritted teeth he releases his second and final lightning bolt.

Move 2W

damage:5d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 4, 2, 2) = 18

[Ref half, DC 17]

I hope Andrei's okay.

Two OOC questions: First, JZ, how did you make the docks map? I recognize the tiles. Second, to everyone else, how did you make your character sheets neat? Mine's a formatting mess.

Initiative=1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Wait for it! Cerinwë warns, then lets loose with a lightning bolt.

Damage = 6d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3, 4, 1, 3) = 19

BTW, my computer died. I'm building a new one, and I only get into the office (where my other computer is) a few days a week. I'll do my best to keep up!

Cerinwë is leveled up. I took the Pearl and the scroll. I've assumed the pearl of power is for 1st level. Please let me know if it's higher level.

Cerinwë has been careful to retain his most powerful spells in case we run into the monster, so I'm okay with pushing on. I'd like the Pearl and the scroll

"Indeed," replies Cerinwë. He then leads the way back to where they encountered the mage, a thunderous scowl on his face.

Nope! It's a 20' spread and Cerinwë is 25' behind Mijanor.

"No! Stop him! He'll summon the monster!"

Cerinwë fires magic missiles at the guard in front of Andrei. If he drops, the remaining missiles go to the one in front of Mijanor.

Damage, Missile #1 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Damage, Missile #2 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage, Missile #3 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Cerinwë runs through his options. He quickly steps up ten feet and fires his black wand at the mage.

ray of enfeeblement

To Hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 (includes Point Blank Shot)

Potential Strength Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Fort save for half (DC 13)

I don't see him on the map.

Cerinwë runs after the vile keeper of the asylum. As soon as he is within sight, the fires a prized frost arrow from his bow.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 (includes Point Blank Shot. Note that Cerinwë has Precise shot as well.)

Potential Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (3) = 6 (the 1d6 is cold damage)

Cerinwë continues his tradition of wildly off-target shooting.

Cerinwë runs as fast as he can to catch up with Mijanor and Andrei.

JZ, I thought I'd point out that it's "Andrei", not "Andre". He's Slavic, not French.

Now if only Andrei makes his too, we might survive this.

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 (Add +2 to that if it's an enchantment)

Not that it matters! Ouch!

Enraged by the butchery he has seen, Cerinwë doesn't hesitate. "Die, monster!"

He unleashes a scorching ray.

Ranged Touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Potential damage: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 4) = 17

Boo!

Initiative:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"After this is over, I am coming back here with the authorities and saving these people. But for now, we need to find the monster behind this. And then THE monster. Let us try to the north."

"We do little good by standing here," says Cerinwë. He steps into the hallway and proceeds south (though slowly enough to allow Jawn and the others to pass him. He's impulsive, but no fool!)

Any more noise from down that way?

Describing his findings to his companions, Cerinwë says "Jawn, might now be an appropriate time to check for traps? I suggest the southern door."

"The guard room it is, then." Cerinwë leads the way towards the guardroom and listens carefully for any sounds.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"We will find him with or without you, villain. You will face the city's justice."

North is fine by me

"We shall soon be dragging a menagerie of villains behind us, my friend, and unable to fight so much as a ladies' tea society."

Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"We have no facilities for prisoners, Mijanor. Rupman delays us as it is. You have the authority of the Mayor, and the evidence needed to use it. This creatures is conducting the vilest tortures on innocents. He must die."

Cerinwë draws his bow, but is unwilling to fire without Mijanor's assent.

"We are here to save lives," whispers Cerinwë. "Stopping the creature is just one way of doing this. We ought to kill the torturer now."

"The corridors appear to be the cells of the sanitorium, though I doubt it actually merits the name. That appears to be a guard room," he says, pointing east. "Let us begin with these large doors," he says, pointing west.

"Calm yourself," says Cerinwë. "You are most assuredly not on the menu. We are here to rescue you. Desist. You will be unharmed."

Turning to his companions, he says "We go down, do we not? Evil, it seems, rarely turns its thoughts to an aerie or pinnacle, but ever it is found downwards, is it not so?"

Central hallway it is, then. Listen carefully for the sounds of the guards coming another way.

"Jawn, back up!"

Cerinwë casts web on the door at the far end of the hall. The 20' burst will catch Jawn at its edge, but he should easily be able to slip out of it.

"Leave them. They're not what we came to fight. Let's look for another route back this way.

Reflex Save DC 16

Satisfied, Cerinwë rushes down the hallway, taking up a position 10' north of Andrei.

"Go back inside," says Cerinwë. "Shut the door and stay in there. It is dangerous out here."

The elf doesn't trust the seeming nonchalance of the man, particularly not with the fresh blood. He reaches across to his left hip and draws his sword. If the man attacks, Cerinwë will counter him.

[Readied action - Attack if attacked. +2 to hit]

"Why does Evil always hire the stupid ones?" Cerinwë asks Mijanor.

Ranged Touch Attack (wand of ray of enfeeblement):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Potential STR damage:1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Alllllllllrighty then!

Cerinwë points the wand again. "Walk towards me and you can go out the front door here. Do anything else and I'll make sure you can't move a muscle. You don't want to know what happens after that."

[Readied action - shoot the guard with the wand if he does anything but leave by the front door.]

Cerinwë draws his sword and approaches the downed man. "Stay down. You'll be alright in a few minutes and this isn't worth dying for."

[Move up to flank the guard Andrei is fighting. Obviously, if the downed guard takes an attack of opportunity, Cerinwë will stop there.]

As above, but Cerinwë will hold his shot until he sees an enemy.

Cerinwë moves up to line up a shot with his wand.

Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Wand of ray of enfeeblement + Point Blank Shot + Precise Shot = Ranged Touch attack +5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Potential Strength Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Does he appear to be a patient? A doctor?

How are you going to approach him? He does not seem aware of your presence yet.

Cerinwë will nock an arrow, but not aim it.

"It is the keeper of the asylum for whom we seek," says Cerinwë. "Did the man in the library appear to be he?

Cerinwë didn't see the man, but that token makes him look like a madman...

Cerinwë sticks closer to Jawn.