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Dropping out.

Nathaniel is still ready to face a Crag Linnorm.

Well you're the GM and there's a ranking system so I believe we're waiting on you.

Dead game I assume?

For PC on PC combat, I'd probably suggest some randomization. Come up with four arenas (big colleseum, rocky mountain top, small meeting chamber), come up with four random time increments of pre-fight prep time (1 round, 1 minute, 3 rounds) and pre-battle day prep-time (one week, one day) and roll some dice. It'll be a real bugger otherwise to try and make fair conditions... though since no one's a pure wizard, who knows.

Hey Churley; I'd strongly recommend a Google Chrome extension called Lazarus, saves information you enter into text-areas for recovery later. It's brilliant. Probably a Firefox/etc equivalent.

I did think about it, but didn't much want to get into dragoncrafting.

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Heh I'm aware, but it suits the character to have him be near-psychotically focused on dragons. No other favored enemies.

Why would he need other favored enemies?

It'd be nice if you could put up a gameplay thread so we can dot and have it appear in our campaigns for easier monitoring.

I bid upon the Crag Linnorm.

Best of luck.

Just keep walking until I've plotted it all out.

Perception check for traps/enemies: 1d20 ⇒ 7

F30, with everyone else following me.

"Just a little further" Nathaniel promises as he gingerly steps into the next room.

Move to E28

Nat turns and waits for Valeria to recover somewhat, and when he can asks someone to check it for traps.

Nat listens at the door carefully.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Panting, slowly rising from a practiced drill stance, Nat looks over the stricken woman. Clarity suddenly fills him as adrenaline disappears from his system. The last vestiges of his training guiding his movements, he grips the hilt of his blade as its tip begins to rise again in preparation for another blow...

Then he stops, then cleans and sheathes his weapon.

"I... I don't know" he says, clearly more to himself as Valeria can barely hear him over her own cries. "We can find out when we make the surface. Just a little bit further. A little more..." He nods to himself. "A little more."

Looking helplessly at Fidget and Tiknesr, he mechanically walks over to the next door and peers through the keyhole.

"Fall, damn you!"

The young crusader's blade falls one hopefully final time.

5ft step
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (3, 2) + 9 = 14
Confirm 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 1) + 9 = 12

"Let's finish this, c'mon!" Nat's voice quavers with unusual stress as he brings his sword down for the third time on one of the mongrelmen. His head shivers slightly but refuses to turn and stare at Valeria.

Attack top 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 1) + 9 = 12

Valeria just moved to F25.

Weird? Evil? A threat? Decide later...

Gritting his teeth and stepping forwards, Nat lashes out at one of the mongrelmen.

5ft to E24
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (3, 3) + 9 = 15

"The hell-" Nat presses himself against the wall to let the creature? demon? Valeria? past. Swallowing for a moment, he tries to put her out of his mind as he batters at one of the mongrelmen.

Attacking the left one
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 = 13

Gripping the hilt of his blade, Nat tilts his head and wordlessly directs his earth-man down the corridor to soak up the creature's blows before he follows, attacking himself.

Order the Elemental to double-move down the corridor into E24/E25, soaking up AOOs, before Nat moves himself to E23/E24 wherever he can attack from.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3) + 9 = 14

Are we still in initiative? Are you expecting an action from me?

Care bear STARE!

Torn between the rats and the mongrelmen at the other end of the corridor, Nat hesitates before pressing his palm against the wall a second time, shooting a glance over past Valeria waiting for any activity. Following his commands, the earth elemental smashes at one of the rats trapped between it and the gigantic demon. "Ruarc, when the rats are done, we need you on the front line here!"

Ready an action to summon a Small Earth Elemental in front of any mongrelman who enters the corridor or tries to attack Valeria.
Elemental swing: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Stepping back a pace, Nat hesitates then quickly reaches out to scrawl a quick, crude rune on the wall with his fingertip. With a puff of smoke, a man of rock appears and begins pummeling a rat.

5ft step to E19, use Summon Monster II SLA to summon a Small Earth Elemental in D18 to attack the rat in E18
Concentration check DC19: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Slam: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Fair enough

Enlarge Person has 1-round casting time so it'll appear next round; might want to wait until he's at the top of the ladder?

...ah. Ladder. My apologies, I got confused and thought it was just a doorway.

Muttering harsh Brevic curses, Nat sidesteps against the far wall and lashes out with his Falchion, calling down the ladder "Crusaders, I could use some help here!"

5ft to D18
Attack D17: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 2d4 + 9 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 = 13

Withdraw is a full-round action to avoid triggering AOOs from leaving two squares.

I'm still in.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Muttering harsh Brevic curses, Nat quickly backsteps towards the others as he readies his polearm. "Rats there" he points to the right "More mongrelfolk there." He grits his teeth and restrains the urge to worry at his wounds. "We've done this before, this is just one more time. C'mon."

Withdraw south three squares

When everyone is ready, Nat peers through the northern exit.

Ahhhhhhhhhh those NPCs. I'd forgotten about them! That's right.

Do we need to make more sure that we've got a clear path to the surface before we head back?

Could someone remind me about the NPCs briefly? I don't remember them.

If the river doesn't seem to be going anywhere interesting, dismiss.

"Hrmm. I'll ask Bart to drop down, see where it goes. I can call him back if he runs out of breath."

Nat ducks into the other room and settles to the floor, calming as his the well-remembered movements of the ritual wash over him. After a moment, Bart appears, still panting from when he was dismissed, blood partially covering his paws. He grunts and cleans them off on the floor as Nat looks at him.

We have an underground river; see where it went, spirit?

Aye, mortal

Bart tosses his mane for a moment before nodding. He and Nat rejoin the rest wordlessly, Bart climbing down the rope and landing in the river, letting the current carry him away. He relaxes and holds his breath deeply as his keen eyes peer around.

Unsummon him should he run out of breath

'Muted roar'? is this an underground river, or a still pool?

Nat blinks for a moment, looking down. "Anything down there?" Is it a cesspool?

Nat gestures for someone to listen at the door; if nothing is heard, he grips his polearm hilt and presses the door open.

Nat swiftly backs off and closes the door shut, momentarily white-faced. He cleans off his polearm with the sole of his boot before turning to the rest.

"I... have no idea what foul demonkind spawned that thing, but I say we leave it to rot." He rubs his eyes. "Anyone who says otherwise is braver than I."

Can't imagine anything more terrifying to a rural boy than a 'giant amoeba'

Nat heads in and gingerly pokes about with his polearm.

Agreed.

Nat raises an eyebrow and experimentally swipes a finger across the hilt with Fidget's permission. He shrugs- "Who are we to deny providence"- and gathers up the potion of invisibility and the two scrolls, waving a hand over the rest. "Onwards and upwards."

Spellcraft potion- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
K. Arcana potion- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Spellcraft wand- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
K. Arcana wand- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Only reason Nat can wield even a Falchion is because of a half-elf trait, no way can he use a longsword.

Nat nods thoughtfully. "Sword of a great paladin, that letter... this is getting far above our pay grade." He wipes some sweat from his brow and tries to concentrate before shrugging. "One more thing to consider when we make it topside."

He steals a glance at Valeria before turning to Ruarc- "The sword, do you wish to hold onto it until we leave?" and then the ladder- "If down here is cleared, let's head back up."

She

Ah right I never knew that it was her.

I have the Chance Encounter trait, hasn't my character bumped into Yaniel?

Nat picks up the dagger, weighs it carefully then cleans it off against the priestess' robes before stowing it away. He leans against the wall for a moment, dry-heaving at the smell.

Discovering the sword, his breath stops for a moment as he examines it, amazed at the craftsmanship- with the smith's eye he learnt from his mother, he judges the grain of the metal, the balance of the weapon, the thinness and thickness of the hilt and blade... beautiful. Afraid to touch it any more, he snaps the case shut and delicately stows it away in his bag before joining the rest.

After checking on Valeria again, he turns to the rest, the note having been passed around. "I... I found the sword. It belongs to 'Yaniel'? Does the name have meaning to anyone here?"

Nat replaces his waterskin and spares a look at the table for a moment; before he leaves, he pokes his head into the two side-chambers.