The Mimir |
Cheyenne misses, but Throrgar pops the last bladeling rogue who goes down, leaving only the Wizard up!
pending Glutton
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Glutton rushes the spellslinger!
Charge!: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 12
Toothpick: 2d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 + (1, 5) = 18
AC 18
The Mimir |
Round 4
Glutton misses as she charges!
Drawing a long sword, he steps to the side, and activates arcane strike before swinging at Glutton!
Long Sword: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
hit!
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Rankev
3. Cheyanne
4. Throrgar
5. Glutton
6. Forgrazar
7. Avesska
Status:
Avesska: 1/10
Chayanne: 5/10
Glutton: 4/11
Throrgar: 11/11
And with the last bladeling down, that brings up the whole party!
Cheyanne Julus |
Cheyanne rushes through the door and around the tiefling caster. "I'm coming, Glutton-for-Punishment!" she huffs as she rushes in and strikes at the bladeling from a flaking position.
This movement will incur an AoO from the caster.
Unarmed Strike, to hit, flanking: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Unarmed Strike, damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Rankev "Power" Davis |
"Excellent!" Rankev cheers. He also observes that with the last foe out of allies, he doesn't have to worry about someone cancelling *his* spells.
Not that he has many left. But still.
Force Missile!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Avesska Yessakh |
Without regard for her diminished conditin the githyanki rushes toward the arcane assailant...
If Avesska can get close enough with 20’ movement...
Skwiw; Sptch!!!: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 221d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 [+1 mwk, +2 Str; +3 THF] +2 if able to flank...
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Ignores 2 points of DR...
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Toothpick, flanking: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 10
Slashing: 2d6 + 3 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 + (2, 5) + (6) = 23
Glutton awkwardly swings her newest favorite toothpick through the air and goes way high, possibly cutting up the roof.
The Mimir |
Round 4
Avesska moves up, and with a crack hits the wizard! 5 DR -2= 3 less damage
Round 5
Rankev blasts him with a force missile.
AOO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
As Cheyanne moves in, she gets cracked and goes down!
Glutton misses!
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Rankev
3. Cheyanne
4. Throrgar
5. Glutton
6. Forgrazar
7. Avesska
Status:
Avesska: 1/10
Chayanne: -4/10
Glutton: 4/11
Throrgar: 11/11
Forgrazar: -12
Still pending Gribblix and Throrgar
Gribblix |
Round 4
Gribblix tries to move closer to the possible Spirit of the Land. Movement. Not sure what action he'll do so Gribblix will hold his action.
The Mimir |
The wizard does not appear to be stopping or backing down.
Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9
Turn order:
1. Gribblix
2. Rankev
3. Cheyanne
4. Throrgar
5. Glutton
6. Forgrazar
7. Avesska
Status:
Avesska: 1/10
Chayanne: -4/10
Glutton: 4/11
Throrgar: 11/11
Forgrazar: -12
Still pending Gribblex and Throrgar at the current moment
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Is there a saving throw or attack roll so we have a chance to at least mitigate the damage?
The Mimir |
No, no save- it does, however, remove the bladeling's DR for the rest of the day.
Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Also, looking at it- this will provoke from Glutton so she gets one chance before going under here.
With a brutal blow, Avesska and Glutton go down and Gribblex and Throrgar take a brutal blow!
Avesska: -8/10, stable
Chayanne: -4/10
Glutton: -5/11
Gribblex 1/10
Throrgar: 2/11
Forgrazar: -12
Pending Glutton's AOO, then Gribblex, Throrgar, and Rankev are still up to act in the next round.
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Toothpick: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 4 = 4
Slashing, anarchic: 2d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 3 + (3, 6) = 20
The Mimir |
With the miss, Glutton goes down!
Looking for Gribblix, Throrgar, and Rankev here
Gribblix |
In pain, Gribblix will try to snatch the 'Spirit of the Land' out of the hovel and return it to the modrones.
Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Avesska Yessakh |
So recently up again, Avesska falls just as suddenly filled with blades and pain...,
”Yrrk....shplblplb....”
The Mimir |
Gribblex moves in and grabs the strange, locking looking creature- but it slips from his grasp, looking at him with a shocked expression!
The Bladeling wizard's path cleared, he withdraws, running out into the street to flee!
Combat can end here if you do not give chase
Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Avesska: -8/10, stable
Chayanne: -5/10
Glutton: -5/11, stable
Gribblex 1/10
Throrgar: 2/11
Forgrazar: -12
Gribblix |
"Hey! You!" Gribblix talks in Common to the lawful construct. "All your buddies are outside trying to find you. Go outside. You can't miss them!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 5
"And guys", the goblin looks to his fellow questers. "I'm all out of healing spells. I used both dragging those two from Death." Gribblix points to the two ladies he healed.
Rankev "Power" Davis |
"You're not getting away that easily!" Rankev shouts, tossing one more force missile at the fleeing wizard.
Damage!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
"Oh...fiddlesticks," he says, looking around at the scene of carnage that developed in the combat.
My next action is to give my CLW potion to Chayanne.
The Mimir |
Cure: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Chayanne awakes as Rankev pours the potion down her throat, and the bladeling wizard flees into the streets getting away.
OK, definitive end of combat there
The Modron "spirit of the land" looks at Gribblix and acts confused, "But. . . I do not want to go back? Why should I?"
Avesska: -8/10, stable
Chayanne: 3/10
Glutton: -5/11, stable
Gribblex 1/10
Throrgar: 2/11
Cheyanne Julus |
Cheyanne opens her eyes with a start, nearly choking on the healing potion administered by Rankev. Barely avoiding a choking, spluttering reaction, she finishes the draught and looks around her. "Ow...that hurt," she says, holding her side where she was stabbed by the bladeling wizard. "What happened? Did we win?"
As she sits up and sees the others nursing wounds and talking to the rogue modron, she sighs and counts heads. "Looks like everyone is here...thank you, Rankev. I owe you one." She then sits for several long moments, looking about the inside of the building and watching the discussion with the little outsider from Mechanus.
In what sort of place are we? Is this a home, or what?
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
The Mimir |
It appears to be a safe house of some kind- sparse furnishings, a few chairs, no way to cook.
The creature replies, "I am called padlock. Those nice spikey gentlemen were going to take me to a delicious metal forest!"
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Glutton gurgles on the blood slipping down her throat.
I see where I stand in the party pecking order :P
Glutton-for-Punishment |
"*cough* *cough* *huuuaack*" Glutton springs upright as she's healed. She then starts handing out her two potions and begins to work on something for herself.
Preparing my unprepared slot.
The first person/s to grab my two potions can have them. Don't be shy, please.
CLW potion 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW potion 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW extract: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cheyanne Julus |
Cheyanne takes one of the offered potions, drinking slowly to steady her breathing as her wounds heal. "I could never really get used to this - it's not exactly painful, but doesn't feel good either. I much prefer to not get stabbed in the first place," she says by way of thanks. "It looks like I owe you and Rankev now..."
Standing up and stretching, the young half-orc looks at the little rogue modron with a confused expression. "Padlock, huh? Well, I don't think those spikey guys were very nice and I'm not sure what you mean about a delicious metal forest. Do you eat metal? The other modrons seemed to be looking for you..."
The Mimir |
"I am NOT a modron; I am a gear spirit! Yes, they think I need to come back and simply turn the gear. . . forever! Don't make me go back, oh please! So boring!"
Cheyanne Julus |
Cheyanne looks dully at the others, completely unsure of what the difference is between a "gear spirit" and a "modron" are. "I don't really know anything about turning gears, forever or not. Is that your job or something? Do you have anyone else who can do that work with you? Maybe take turns or something...?"
Throrgar |
Throrgar takes the second potion from Glutton, and recovers his own health.
While he drinks, he is listening to this... Gear Spirit - "Have you explained this to your fellow modrons? They cannot force you into a life you do not wish" - he pipes in.
Since this is Planescape, I am going by Throrgar's alignment here ;)
Glutton-for-Punishment |
Glutton smiles menacingly Padlock, "Hey! Do you know where the portal to Automata is? If you tell us where it is and what the key is we won't give you to the Modrons."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 DC is 10+HD+wis mod
If successful, its friendly for Minutesx10: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Rankev "Power" Davis |
As she sits up and sees the others nursing wounds and talking to the rogue modron, she sighs and counts heads. "Looks like everyone is here...thank you, Rankev. I owe you one." She then sits for several long moments, looking about the inside of the building and watching the discussion with the little outsider from Mechanus.
"Oh! Um, you are quite welcome!" he says, almost surprised.
'Well look at that. Me, being not completely useless. Will wonders never cease!'
With that thought he notices that the not-modron has captured everyone's attention leaving...possible resources...laying about.
He starts searching the new corpses with the professional touch of one used to treating things in an academic manner.
The Mimir |
The bladelings each have a long sword and studded leather armor, as well as a smattering of coins totaling Coins: 1d20 + 1d10 ⇒ (5) + (2) = 7 gold.
"Automata? That's in the Outlands- you'd have to go back to Mechanus first and THEN there- it would be a big journey. . ."
"The Modrons would never let me leave! They just want me to turn, turn turn!"
He does not appear intimidated, but isn't hostile- diplomacy checks would be appropriate as you talk with it
Avesska Yessakh |
Not one to mince words, Avesska tries honesty.
”We have no desire to harm you and can protect you of you wish...”
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Gribblix |
"HEY!" Gribblix yelled at the modrone. "We all nearly died trying to save you! Now get back with your people. Turn! Turn! Turn! We just want to go back home to Sigil!"
Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Rankev "Power" Davis |
Rankev reaches as high as he can and taps Throrgar on the lower back. "Um, would you mind carrying our ill-gotten plunder and booty? Never can tell when some second-hand good could buy some goddwill!
Also, maybe carry the coins as well? I trust you with them."
The Mimir |
"Oh, protect me? That would be nice. . . "
The Gear Spirit seems to be responding to Avesska's kindness.
Is now friendly
Cheyanne Julus |
Cheyanne watches the party's actions with her usual, confused-but-trying-to-understand expression. As Rankev searches bodies she nods and does the same, looking about the sparsely furnished building as she does.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
"So...the Modrons want this little guy to turn a wheel, he doesn't want to turn it, and so far we don't know of a compromise or solution...Maybe someone should talk to the other Modrons too? That one earlier was pretty focused - it didn't seem to have much on its mind other than finding this little guy. Are there higher-ranked ones that might be able to fix this?" she asks the rogue Modron, her tone friendly but serious.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11