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Torgat raises his glass to the halfling. ”Thank you for the refill, Xavier, and best of luck with the mission. I believe I may need a little rest before I volunteer for anything more. And a little more training.”

Turning to the swashbuckler, Torgat nods in the direction of her full pack. “And you, Lady Vulpina? Are you heading off for a new mission yourself?”

"I cannot speak for him," Torgat says, waving his mug in the halfling's direction. "But as for Trex and me, we found ourselves trapped and unconscious in a burning warehouse, then beset by a vicious sniper. We had to be rescued from the former, and we survived the latter only because she did not choose to waste the seconds it would have taken her to slit our throats before escaping while my comrades and I were distracted by being once again unconscious and bleeding."

"And so, I find my throat, although uncut, a bit dry this evening."

A young half orc enters the bar, accompanied by the smell of smoke and burned hair. His colorful clothes are singed and covered with soot, though he has apparently taken the time to clean off his face and hands. A small dinosaur follows him into the room, glaring up at its master reproachfully. The newcomer glares back at his companion, then shrugs and walks over to the bar. The dinosaur - a compsognathus - snorts, gives its head a quick shake, then follows alongside him.

The half-orc digs a few silvers pieces out of his pouch and lays them gently on the bar, as though they were his last friends. "Beer, please. Whatever you have, as long as it's wet." After a moment, he adds, "And a bowl of fruit juice for Trex, please."

As soon as his drink arrives, he drains half of the tankard in one long swallow, then looks over at the halfling next to him.

"Don't ask," he says, then coughs out some ashy phlegm onto his sleeve.

Silbeg - Just following up on the revised chronicle for Torgat. If you’re going to be at Gen Con, maybe I could meet you in the Sagamore to get the revised chronicle signed? I can bring a printed copy of a clean chronicle, pre-filled with Torgat’s info. I may want to play Torgat if I can find a live table of The Confirmation or Wounded Wisp at a time that works.

Ok, thank you.

I will reissue one again, for you.

Yes, MoFF is 1PP only, so you should be at 1/1 on prestige, fame.

Sorry, it can be kind of hard reading back trying to find this stuff.

It may be a day or two for me to get this done, however.

I will also adjust to the above PP/Fame

Thanks, Silbeg. Much appreciated.

Silbeg - I realized that my explanatory post above probably created more confusion, so I sent you a PM that will (I hope) help clear things up.

Torgat, you spent 2PP purchasing a wand of shield on this scenario.

All... I have rescanned the images, and made a couple of corrections.

The scans were more what I expected this time.

Your updated chronicles.

Sorry to make this more of a hassle, but I posted that I changed my mind about that purchase almost immediately after I made it. The only scenario I played with Torgat before this one was Master of the Fallen Fortress. I saw discussions on the forums that gave me reason to think that scenario only ever provides one PP, so I didn't want to purchase a wand I couldn't really afford in case I got audited later.

Thanks. He started with 2/2 his prior chronicle, got 0 from this one, should have 2/2 at the end.

Oh, I may have flipped those... they couldn't make their mind up on the ordering of fame/prestige on the chronicles between seasons.

on the final numbers, neither should be zero - they were 2/2 before this scenario.

Thanks for running a cool adventure, Silbeg - I'm sorry it didn't turn out better for the party, but it's still a heck of a story.

I may be overtired and misreading the PDF on my computer, but it looks like Torgat's "Final Fame" has been dropped to 0 on my chronicle sheet?

Moving slowly from his recent injuries, Torgat leads the Graycloaks back behind the red tent to where the corpse of Parani’s hawk lies dead on the ground.

“If you recognized the woman who attacked us based on our description, perhaps you will also recognize her companion?” He shakes his head sadly. “A magnificent bird. Such a shame she sent him into danger so heedlessly.” Torgat bends down and scratches Trex’s head. "Also, Rialla Barleyhusk, who works at the potions shop across from Cayden's Hall, interacted with a woman matching Parani’s description, thinking she was a Graycloack such as yourselves; the result of that brief meeting was the death of the first mugging victim - possibly from poison similar to that which Parani used on her arrows when she attacked us."

Torgat finishes his spell, then hurries out to get a clear shot at Parani with an acid dart.

Acid Dart vs touch AC, guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 111d6 ⇒ 5

Its up to you torgat!

So we’re $%^#@!, then.

GM, I think it's round 16, not 18. I assume the eagle Torgat summoned in Round 14 is dead? If not, she should be around through round 17.

Torgat winces at the sound of Meiomi being struck by an arrow, but sticks to the plan and begins another summoning.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

When Torgat’s rolls revert to the mean, this lady had better watch out.

Torgat holds up his wand in agreement. Look at that, my hand is hardly shaking at all!

"It should work. Good luck!", he whispers back.

Torgat pulls a scroll of mage armor from his pack and reads it. His feet begin to glow with a pale green light that quickly rises to cover his entire body, then fades from visibility.

Do we hear the person near the door/flap, or somewhere else?

Don't forget +1 for guidance!

You got it! And as for the eagle, I guess confused is better than dead?

Dagger vs. tent: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 51d4 ⇒ 2

Face, meet palm.

With his summoning complete, Torgat draws his dagger and steps to the far side of the tent.

He whispers to Meiomi, "As Master of Swords Farabellus taught us, always know where your second way out of a room is, and if one doesn't exist, make one yourself."

Torgat gathers some of the tent fabric in one hand to tighten it, then stabs into it and slices down quickly, creating a rear exit from the tent (I hope).

Torgat listens to the sound of their attacker's voice droning above them. "She's reading in the middle of a battle. That never means anything good."

Torgat activates his wand (SM1 [CL3]) and begins another summoning.

I know. Sorry about that.

Not your fault that all the PCs who can hit the broad side of a barn are unconscious.

Never thought it would take us past the announcement of the next PbP convention to finish!

Just checking in.

Already stated Torgat’s readied action for this round, but haven’t used his move action yet, so I’ll draw the wand of SM1. It’s a full-round to cast from the wand, but probably worth a shot next round.

Without taking his eyes from the tent flap, Torgat pulls his wand from his belt.

”As a matter of fact...”

"How many more people must die? The answer seems to be entirely up to you today, murderer! Aren't you behaving exactly like the gods you deplore, deciding who lives and who dies according to your whims?"

Torgat readies an acid dart in case their assailant opens the tent flap.

Any other exits, just in case?

"Ill-founded? That's just ... how can you deny the gods when the concrete evidence of their existence and power is all around you? Through the gods, we are healed! Sanctified! Damned! Brought back from the grave, and returned to it! And finally, we are judged, and we all get what we deserve in the end!" Torgat shouts in response.

He fires off another acid dart, before ducking into the tent with Meiomi, Trey at his heels.

Acid Dart, ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d6 ⇒ 1

The dice generator hates this party. Edited my move to follow Meiomi.

Torgat stretches onto his toes to see the outcome of the big snake's attack, unconsciously crossing his fingers for luck.

Any chance Torgat caught her by surprise with his stealthy movement (rolled previous round) and deprived her of her Dex bonus as well as going against touch AC, so all she gets is 10 + whatever her bonus from cover is? If it requires another stealth roll for this round, feel free to make the roll or tell me and I can do it.

Torgat steps forward and concentrates for a moment. A jet of acid streams towards the woman on the roof.

Ranged touch, guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 = 131d6 ⇒ 6

Gah! And it's probably worse than it looks, because of partial cover. Not sure if it counts as firing into melee given that everyone on the roof is down and the eagle backed away returned home, but it probably doesn't matter.

"Damn you! What is this all about?"

Torgat continues to hurry closer to the battle, double-move at half-speed to stay out of sight against the sides of the tents. If Meiomi looks back at him, he puts a finger to his lips to signal her not to say anything. He hopes to catch their assailant flat-footed once he is finally close enough to attack.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Is Kokinoa up?

Torgat and Trex hurry closer to the battle.

During a pause in his activation of the wand, Torgat shouts, "Nice shot, Meiomi!" He quickly turns his attention back to his summoning.

Lol 2 damage, we’re in trouble

Yup.

Way to go Meiomi! First blood!

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I admit that I am surprised at how much weight this tent roof can hold.

:-D lmao! No crap!

I was going to summon another celestial eagle, but maybe I should go for a pony instead and we can see just what its load-bearing capacity is.

Seeing Garekk and then Kinshasa go down, Torgat stops and takes a quick (5-foot) step to get a little behind the corner of the nearest tent in case their assailant picks up her bow again. He draws a wand from a loop in his belt, eyes it dubiously, and begins to activate it.

"Let's hope this one lasts longer than the last," he mutters.

Move action to draw Torgat's wand of Summon Monster I (CL3), still a full round to cast it. Also, I thought Torgat had been healed up to 5 - maybe it was 4? Not -4, though.

I admit that I am surprised at how much weight this tent roof can hold.

With a groan, Torgat staggers to his feet, Trex skittering around him.

"Thank you, Darven. Please tell me that I at least managed to put down that bird." At the skald's nod, he shakes his head. "It was beautiful, but once a predator like that is trained to attack people, well. Not much else to do." Hearing the sounds of continuing combat, he sighs and begins making his way towards the fighting, hugging the sides of the tents to gain the protection of whatever limited cover they might provide.

Thanks, Darven!

With a groan, Torgat staggers to his feet, Trex skittering around him.

"Thank you, Darven. Please tell me that I at least managed to put down that bird." At the skald's nod, he shakes his head. "It was beautiful, but once a predator like that is trained to attack people, well. Not much else to do." Hearing the sounds of continuing combat, he sighs and begins making his way up the road, hugging close to the tents to gain whatever cover is available.

Torgat’s inherent hardiness - a gift from his orcish ancestors that he has rarely given a second thought - takes over as he lies unconscious in the dirt. His bleeding slows to a trickle, and then stops. His breathing is still labored, his pulse uneven, but the wizard is at least out of immediate danger.

The hawk is totally down. Go get the archer!

This is why I had Torgat draw his club, although I hadn't intended him to be bleeding to death when he used it.

Almost as a reflex, Torgat raises his club as the hawk swoops in to rake at his face once again. Just as he feels the cold, sharp points of the bird's claws dig into his face, he swings wildly, trying to knock the hawk away from him.

Club, AoO: 1d20 ⇒ 141d6 ⇒ 4

Torgat's turn. He accepts the benefits of Darven's raging song with a tired nod.

The hawk rips away a hand-sized hunk of flesh and muscle from Torgat's face. The pain is nearly blinding, but breeze is cool on the raw exposed muscle of his jaw, and the warm, wet sensation spreading from his neck to his shoulder and down into his shirt warns him that he only has seconds left before he collapses.

The young wizard staggers back a few feet, not realizing that by doing so he has lost what poor cover the tent provided from their rooftop assailant. Feebly, he raises his club and points it at the hawk, and silently pushes with his mind.

Meiomi and Trex get a whiff of a nostril-burning stench, and a stream of greenish liquid arcs from a point in the air near the end of Torgat's club towards the bloody bird of prey.

Acid Dart, ranged touch attack, Inspired Rage: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 = 161d6 ⇒ 6

Before the acid has even reached its target, Torgat collapses unconscious to the ground, blood pumping furiously from the gaping wound on his face.

Sorry, gang, very long, very hectic day at work. Will get back to PbP in the morning.

And we're back!

The woman is wounded by the eagle, but still remains.

The woman changes targets, stepping back to shoot at the eagle.
[dice=PBS, RS]1d20+11+1-2 [dice=damage]1d8+2+1

The eagle disappears in a puff of feathers.

"What? No!"

Once again, Torgat suffers the pain of being a level 1 wizard as his last spell for the day is unceremoniously snuffed out and the celestial eagle returns to its native plane.

With a sigh of relief, Torgat finishes his spell by ringing a small bell.

"That is a handsome hawk, lady, but I was not named Eaglecaller for my raptor imitations!"

I'm not clear on whether Torgat's movement last round means he gets only a standard action this round, or only a move action. If he can take a standard action, he goes into total defense. If he can only take a move action, he draws his club.

Torgat tries to shield himself from the hawk's attack without missing a step of his summoning spell.

Concentration DC 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Whew! Substantive post to follow in a few hours after I get home from work.

"Oh, this is really too much!"

Torgat looks around frantically for the source of the arrow, but sees no sign of their attacker. He ducks behind a nearby red tent and quickly begins casting a spell.

Casting Summon Monster 1, takes a full round.