Post by Aeter on Nov 19, 2013 23:16:36 GMT -6
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Castellan Stillwind has connected.
Riaan:
aeter
Riaan:
i'm at the tavern
Aeter (DM):
jlfdsahnfoldsahfoadshf943o82fhweolfhnasdofhbdsaf
Riaan:
*trollface*
Castellan Stillwind:
Enzek:
kek
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
1d8
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
« 1d8 = 6 »
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
« 1d8 = 7 »
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
« 1d8 = 4 »
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO
Aeter (DM):
8 + 6 + 7 + 4. + (2 con*4 levels) + 4 (Human level bonus) = 37 HP.
Enzek:
So I really have the most HP? xD ))
* Erialistia Culnamo stabs Castellan.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan sends his creepy back tumor after Tia.
Aeter (DM):
THE STORY SO FAR!
Aeter (DM):
Bruetus Anvilfist. As a paragon of your clan, you've been branching out for some time. You assisted in the defeat of the half-dwarf Kazmojen in the Malachite Hold, disappearing as you escorted the children and kidnapped men and women of Cauldron back to the surface. Since then, you followed the ebb and flow of life... Yet, when the flood waters began to fall and no clerics were around to assist, things began looking grim for you. You returned to the Church of St. Cuthbert, seeing just what the problem was, only to learn that the wands of Control Water that normally held back the flood waters had been stolen. You took it upon yourself to go and assist; infiltrating the Kopru Ruins. You even managed to find one of the wands of Control Water (CONTROL WATER WAND GET!) before you were forced to retreat to the north. However, things weren't right. Undead corpses, sundered and broken, stood around you and the way just past had been barricaded. Someone was there... And it looked like that someone was against the guards. Dare you investigate?
Aeter (DM):
The rest of the group had slept a relatively peaceful sleep, if not for the stench of the undead that filled the caverns around you. The gnoll's body had been disposed of, but with morning coming, it was time to venture into the more populated areas of the base.
Aeter (DM):
( The party currently posesses 3 of the Wands of Control Water. One was found at the bottom of a trap. One was in the possession of Tarkilar, the Gnoll Necromancer-turned-Undead. Bruetus found the third.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan had woken from his fitful slumber early in the morning, as was typical for him. Similarly typical, he had set up his alchemy lab on a clear area of floor, hunched over it as he prepared his extracts and his samples of catalyst for his bombs.
* Bruetus Anvilfist frowns down at the corpses. "Undead," he mumbles. "'course it 'ad tae be undead." He turns his gaze to the tunnel ahead, squinting into the darkness. He ventures forward, on the alert with axe and shield at the ready.
Aeter (DM):
Make a listen check to everyone in the party.
Aeter (DM):
Except Bruetus.
Aeter (DM):
Because Bruetus isn't 'in the party' yet.
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d20+9 = 15 + 9 = 24 »
* Enzek Slipnik woke up after a surprisingly restful sleep. He knew that Tarlikar was only one of three, and that their battles in this place were far from over. He opens his spellbook, reviewing the battles of last night in his head and choosing his new spells carefully.
Aeter (DM):
Company. There was movement of booted feet down the corridor, past the barricade that had been set up.
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+4 = 2 + 4 = 6 »
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan turned to the sound, eyes narrowing slightly. He reached to his re-donned bandolier, fingers tugging an acid flask out of it.
Argios the Red:
Argios the Red had been cleaning and polishing his own equipment, armed quite similarly to Bruetus. A large axe, the size of his own body, was deftly polished as his shield laid off to the side. He lifted his attention to Castellan as the man stood, grabbing one of his flasks. "... Is there an issue, Master Castellan?"
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 » (I'm assuming perception is listen?)
Argios the Red:
Yes.
Castellan Stillwind:
"Something is coming, Master Argios." He explained as he got to his feet. He held the flask at the ready as he walked to the barricade, peering out through a few holes in the busted-up bedframe.
Argios the Red:
Perception is listen and spot and search.
* Enzek Slipnik mumbles absently to himself. "My bee saved one of you from a possibly messy end. I think a few more of those are in order for our continuing journey..."
Argios the Red:
Argios nodded, lifting himself up to stand. There was no time to grab his shield. Instead, he held that greataxe in two hands as he started towards the opening. "Well. There's no hiding... Who goes there?!" Argios spoke up from around the barricade.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia had been perched on whatever ledge, chair, or table she could find for the last two hours, the first of which was spent poison training and the second she used to do sit ups. She paused mid sit up to peer towards where Castellan lingered, the man looking strangely less pale but now with a lump on his back.
Enzek Slipnik:
"Wha? You hear someone?"
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Bruetus answers as the warrior calls out. "Tha's the question, innit!" A brief pause as he orients himself in the dark. "Bruetus Anvilfist, if ye must know - All-Father's hammer, I wos startin' tae think I'd never come across sommat tha' wasn' dead 'r monstrous 'r both in these forsaken ruins."
Argios the Red:
" ... It seems you haven't met our... 'friends' yet, then." He glanced to Castellan first, then to Tia. Did they recognize the name?
Enzek Slipnik:
"Wait, is that really...Hey, Bruetus!"
* Enzek Slipnik closes his spellbook, having finished his acquiring his magic, and stands up.
Enzek Slipnik:
(( She was going to be quite powerful later on. ))
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia quirked a brow at Argios, her new make shift head covering perking up slightly. She was sick of the smells and this head piece was her response. "Which one am I?"
Castellan Stillwind:
"Master Bruetus?" Castellan slipped his flask back into his bandolier, helping to clear some of the wooden rubble away for a more positive identification. "I trust you're here for similar reasons as us."
Enzek Slipnik:
Lol ))
Argios the Red:
" A friend, then." He nodded, letting out a sigh as he turned about to grab his shield and strap it on.
Enzek Slipnik:
"He helped us quite a deal when we delved into Jzadirune. He's definitely a friend, and I can vouch for him." he says to Argios.
Argios the Red:
Argios chuckled to Tia, simply shaking his head. "More of a friend than the others in this ruins, thankfully. " He nodded.
* Bruetus Anvilfist removes his helm at the sound of familiar voices, tucking it beneath one muscular arm. "Ho there! Castellan, Enzek - yer bloody well a sight fer sore eyes, ain't'cha?" He moves more into the light, showing himself to the rest of those assembled.
Aeter (DM):
There was, truthfully, nothing of value in the room.
Enzek Slipnik:
"You as well, Bruetus! Was starting to wonder if there was nothing here but horrible monsters and evil thugs."
Castellan Stillwind:
"You must have come in a few hours after we did," Castellan guessed, returning to his impromptu lab. He still needed a few more vials of liquid catalyst for his bombs.
Enzek Slipnik:
"Though, what *does* bring you down here, anyway?"
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Mayhaps. I heard yeh all'd gone yer separate ways after I got called back tae th' mountains. 'twasn't long ago I returned tae Cauldron - been plyin' me trade as a craftsman 'til I heard th' bad business 'bout th' wands. Said tae meself 'twas a good time tae suit up ag'n, so 'ere I am."
Enzek Slipnik:
"You're here for the wands too? Perfect!"
Castellan Stillwind:
"I happened to find one on accident," Castellan chuckled as he eyed the lightly glowing fluid in the one ounce vial. He tucked it into a small loop on his belt, making the clear substance stop glowing once it left his hand. "And our 'friend' here had one as well." He nodded to the slain Gnoll.
Enzek Slipnik:
"Shoulda seen it. He went 'ker-plop!' into a pit and found the wand!"
Castellan Stillwind:
"Cost me a fair bit of blood," He added with a frown. Satisfied with his morning's production, he begins to cool off and pack up his glassware and various other alchemical vessels and equipment in his haversack.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Gloved hands curled around each crossed foot as she sat up, ending her exercises. Blue eyes peeked out from under her face mask and hood to take survey of the new comer. She listened to his tale, to the others offer their greetings and she quietly gathered her belongings during all of this. The sack boasted of most of their aquired treasures, those they had seen and those she had stashed away before they could take note. Her waist was adorned with a simple red sash, an item she had used to fool the dimwits they came across previously.
Argios the Red:
"Well met... Master Bruetus, was it? I am Brother Argios Nelredis, Crusader of the Order of the Rosy Cross of Truth within the Church of the Blessed Saint Cuthbert." The official greating was given with a bow to the man before turning his attention back to his gear, readying himself as well.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Yer th' one fallin' intae pits this time, eh?" The scarred dwarf smirks as he sheathes his waraxe at his hip. "I've got some good news fer yeh, anyhow - I've got one, too." He produces the item in question from his pack. "Some o' those fanatic bastards tried tae get snippy with me. Nothin' a bit o' good ol' dwarven diplomacy couldnae solve." He pats the axe's hilt.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan lugged his pack back onto his back, causing a tinkling of glassware and vials in his bandolier and on his pouch-laden belt. "Another wand? Excellent... I think we've nearly half, then."
Enzek Slipnik:
"Ooh, another wand! Well done. Shall we pool them together?"
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia's eyes wandered over the axe and smirked. She couldn't divulge her own dagger's name, though. She feared it would risk her idenity.
Argios the Red:
" Excellent. That makes three of seven."
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan poked Tia in the butt with the Inflict Light Wounds wand.
Enzek Slipnik:
"And another strong dwarven axe on our side, if he's willing. What do you say, Bruetus? Join up with us again?"
Erialistia Culnamo:
"Lets go find the others then, shall we?" Tia purred out from behind the mask, seeming eager to get this over with. She was still haunted by her own troubles and the longer this took the longer those problems had to worsen.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Aye. 'tis good tae see yeh - and meet yeh, Brother Argios - an' the silent lass in th' corner there."
Enzek Slipnik:
"I agree with Tia. There's a couple new tricks I'd like to try." he says with a confident grin.
Erialistia Culnamo:
"Tia," she said plainly. "Which way then?"
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan pulled his knife out of its sheath to check it - it had a rather long handle, with a very short, but sharp blade with only one edge.
Castellan Stillwind:
"Perhaps we would have better success storming their barracks with Master Bruetus' aid."
* Enzek Slipnik stows his spellbook onto the leather strap at his side, and kicks up his trusty staff from the ground and into his hand.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
He nods shortly, drawing his axe again. "I ran north from where I found th' patrollin' goons - so south 'tis, aye?"
Argios the Red:
" We most definitely would. Perhaps it's time we stop lingering in the shadows and take the fight to them? The remaining passageway leads south, towards the barracks, if I remember correctly. "
Erialistia Culnamo:
"I don't think any of us were telling him to piss off," Tia chimed in as the previous question hung in the air. "Sounds good to me."
Argios the Red:
And so the group headed off.
* Enzek Slipnik idly pokes one of the zombies with his staff as they wander through.
Castellan Stillwind:
"Hopefully with Tarkilar slain, we'll see fewer, if any more, of the walking dead."
Enzek Slipnik:
"He was just one of three. No doubt we'll find other similarly-evil nasties in here."
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Aye - I saw th' mess yeh made o' those ones. They'd nae stand up well against Moradin's might - 'r anythin' else in these tunnels, I'd say."
Argios the Red:
" This looks to be the passageway." Argios nodded solemnly, moving by the door. "If Master Bruetus and I lead, I think we will make good progress. We must take them by surprise, however. It is still morning. We might be able to catch them unaware."
Castellan Stillwind:
"Just make sure not to advance on them too quickly - my glue bombs do not discriminate friend from foe easily. Then again, neither do the normal ones."
Enzek Slipnik:
"You're right. Doesn't seem like they've come hunting for us just yet. Guessing no one among them likes to head into those tunnels."
Erialistia Culnamo:
"If you want surprise.." began but stopped. She didn't want to be in the front of an assault, just seemed ignorant.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"I'm nae one fer movin' quiet-like, lad, but yeh raise a point - mayhaps we can get tae 'em 'fore they get their bearin'." He nods, then presses forward, shield and waraxe once more at the ready.
Enzek Slipnik:
"To be honest, I don't think it can be helped. Only one of us is really that light on our feet."
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia slid passed Argios, brushing against the older man unintentionally as she did so. She liked being in the middle better, harder for someone to get a shot in.
* Enzek Slipnik takes the spot between Tia and Argios, using his quarterstaff to ease his steps as they continue on.
Aeter (DM):
The room ahead was a combination mess hall and lounge. Chairs littered the area, and this morning it was crowded as men and women alike feasted on breakfast. They turned their attention to the opening door, as very few tended to come from the north... But, they were all seated with their weapons nearby. Surprise was achieved. ( Roll Initiative, Surprise Round )
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Initiative: « 1d20+1 = 13 + 1 = 14 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia's glanced over the party, noting the change in Enzek with a bit of confusion. Her poisons must have affected her more than she thought.
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+8 = 20 + 8 = 28 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Zoth:
" We're under attack!" Zoth screamed as Bruetus, his weapons bared, showed aggression. " Someone! Raise the alarm! Quickly!"
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia frowned at the shout, wanting to subdue the man as soon as she could or cause enough chaos to prevent that alarm. Sure she could just wait for the big warrior to get hit, Castellan to do whatever demon thing he did, but she didn't know Bruetus and Castellan seemed weaker than usual. So, instead she tried to shift passed them, using her acrobatics to tumble around Zoth to get to his side.
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+14 = 8 + 14 = 22 »
Zoth:
Required 19. Pass. Tia gets through.
Erialistia Culnamo:
(Need it unfogged)
Enzek Slipnik:
Dayum. ))
Erialistia Culnamo:
The move was a success but the positioning was not. Oh well, she was trapped now by a bunch of soulless gingers, might as well make the best of it. GLoved fingers curled tightly around Last Rites as she swung the dagger towards Zoth, aiming to cut him from left shoulder to right hip if successul. Either way, her goal was to make him bleed... non stop. (Bleed Attack) « 1d20+8 = 15 + 8 = 23 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » Damage
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 2d6 = 8 »
Zoth:
« 6+8 = 6 + 8 = 14 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik raises his arm as an orb of greenish liquid coalesces around his palm. He then snaps his arm into a throwing motion, hurling the orb toward Zoth. (Casting Acid Orb « 1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »)
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
(( If it's even possible to abuse cantrips I am all ears. xD ))
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan slips a few vials from his belt, mixing his liquid catalyst with a few other chemicals, along with a drop of his special tanglefoot resin. He puts his thumb over the vial's opening, shaking it vigorously before lobbing it at Adjar! Touch attack: « 1d20+7 = 20 + 7 = 27 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d20+7 = 13 + 7 = 20 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 2d6+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 » « 2d6+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Adjar:
Adjar cried out in pain as the resin exploded in his face. The acidic substance burned through his eyesockets, causing him to fall straight to his knees and then down to the floor, dead.
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
(( MY EYES, THE GOGGLES DO NOTHING ))
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Bull Rush: « 1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18 »
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
Argios couldn't do anything yet! So he'd just watch their retreat.
Argios the Red:
Surprise round over. Rolling initiative.
Aeter (DM):
[1d20+1[1d20+1][1d20+1][1d20+1][1d20+1]
Aeter (DM):
WAT
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 » « 1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 » « 1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21 » « 1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 » « 1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 »
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Blood continued to drizzle from her primary target in a pleasing rate, so her attention adverted to Pyrus where she aimed to plant Last Rites deep into his gut. « 1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik raises his other hand, not one to give up after a failed attempt. He summons the orb of acid once again and hurls it at Zoth. « 1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12 »
* Enzek Slipnik stays put, ready to blink into the fray when things look more favorable.
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d3 = 3 »
Sukora:
Sukora listened... and she ran. " Brother! Sister! Run!" She shouted behind her to the two redheads as she plowed her way through, right out the door. "We're under attack!" She cried out, her calls echoing back behind her.
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan decides that it may be better to save his expensive alchemical mixtures and use more... readily available ammunition. HE PICKS UP ENZEK AND CHUCKS THE LITTLE BASTARD
Enzek Slipnik:
NOPE
Castellan Stillwind:
Jk it's a rock. « 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Pyrus:
« 1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24 »
Pyrus:
« 1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Attack: « 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Attack: « 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Damage: « 1d10+7 = 4 + 7 = 11 »
* Bruetus Anvilfist flips his waraxe around to the hammer side, clobbering the bandit across the jaw with aaaaapparently enough force to kill him outright.
Pyrus:
More than enough force. With the tangling acid that splashed across his legs holding him steady, he barely had enough time to move out of the way of the first axe blow. He had readied himself for a counter... But too late. Bruetus swung the weapon back, smacking him in the jaw with it. The jaw broke, and slivers of bone was spit from the man's mouth as he fell to the ground in a broken heap.
Thistle:
Thistle, too, fell back after her sister; letting the others hold down the fort while she retreated down the side passageway. "RUN, BROTHER! ALERT THE MISTRESS!" She called, dashing south with the others.
Lonjiku:
Lonjiku listened well, stepping to the side, throwing open the door, and hightailing it. "Mistress Triel! We are under attack!"
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia watched the Wieslys retreat as she was stuck surrounded by corpses and the lone brother.
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
Argios, bringing up the rear, pressed forward into the breach.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia snickered OOCly at Argios penetrating the rear breach.
Erialistia Culnamo:
"You got 'em?" Tia asked Argios as she attempted to move towards where the sister went.
Argios the Red:
" Yes, ma'am."
Erialistia Culnamo:
Stepping through the door she took a quick lunge of her dagger towards the Sukora to keep her from retreating. « 1d20+8 = 15 + 8 = 23 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » - Regular damage
Erialistia Culnamo:
Flat Foot?)
Argios the Red:
( No. )
Argios the Red:
( Regular damage only. )
Thistle:
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" She called with a growl.
Thistle:
( Need to AFK for a few. Pause here for a 15 minute break! )
Aeter (DM):
And we're back!
Castellan Stillwind:
WB!))
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik ,seeing that the path is a bit more cleared, dashes into the room to investigate before making his next move...
Argios the Red:
" We might have an incoming. We might want to prepare to defend ourselves instead of chasing!" Argios called over his shoulder.
Sukora:
Sukora spun about, sword in hand. She grasped it in a two-handed grip, bringing it down towards Tia!
Sukora:
« 1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Aye! Yeh get tha' door, lad - I'll cover th' far hall."
Sukora:
« 1d8+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 »
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia stumbled back, the blade swiping along her armor and slicing it to the point that red began to drip from her skin.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan ran into the room, pulling out an acid flask as he moved. He saw Tia falter and as he got next to her, he saw why. He flung the flask toward the redhead who sliced her. « 1d20+7+1 = 8 + 7 + 1 = 16 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d6+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
The acid flask would break open on Sukora with a sickening sizzle, though the precise angle and proper lob kept Tia safe from the acid's splash.
* Bruetus Anvilfist moves into the far hall as indicated, guarding the door against any approaching enemies.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Attack: « 1d20+8 = 8 + 8 = 16 »
Enzek Slipnik:
(( Would my Mending spell be of any use to you? Like when you break your flasks on people. ))
Thistle:
Thistle smacked on both doors, screaming out towards Bruetus as her sister was attacked. "NO!"
Thistle:
She moved quickly towards Bruetus, lashing out at the dwarf!
Thistle:
« 1d20+9 = 12 + 9 = 21 »
Lonjiku:
" MISTRESS TR--"
Triel:
" I heard you the first time, fool. Move."
Enzek Slipnik:
"Oh my!"
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
Argios bunkered down. Full defensive.
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Milo:
The doors behind Thistle sprang open, and men poured from them.
Castellan Stillwind:
It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men! ))
* Bruetus Anvilfist booms a gruff laugh. "Bahaha! Now things're gettin' interestin'!"
Triel:
Triel pushed her way past the redheaded man. She was an imposing sight in a set of spiked plate, a long flail hanging from her arm. Her tattooed face stared at Argios, a grin crossing her lips. " Ah, I will enjoy this." She crooned out, stepping towards Argios, lifting her flail, and bringing it down hard upon his head. (Triel casted Bull's Strength and Divine Favor in the last two turns, hearing the commotion from the fighting. )
Triel:
Triel's Flail: « 1d20+15 = 8 + 15 = 23 »
Argios the Red:
CLANK! Right off of Argios's shield! Argios let out a grunt, thankful that he defended himself so well.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
"Argios! Hang on, brother!"
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia shifted to the side of Sukora to allow Castellan a chance to get in on the fray. She was quick to thrust her blade at the woman's side once she was in her new position, a huff being pushed out in case of retaliation - the huff helped to distract her mind from any pain.
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+8 = 20 + 8 = 28 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Argios the Red:
( Roll to hit again to confirm critical )
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18 »
Argios the Red:
( Critical hit. Roll damage again. )
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik mumbles an arcane chant, calling upon the necessary magic for a more potent spell than the ones he's used thus far. "I daresay, Triel, your grasp on this situation is...slipping!" he says, right as the floor beneath them suddenly becomes a slick, oily mess. (Casting Grease, Triel and Lonjiku must make a Reflex save to avoid falling on their butts.)
Triel:
« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Hah! Good work, lass - go help th' others, would yeh? I'll hold these goons."
Erialistia Culnamo:
"If I were a superstitious woman I'd say you're my good luck charm," she said with a grin.
Lonjiku:
« 1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »
* Enzek Slipnik grins.
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan stepped to the area Enzek had just been, just in time to see Triel and Lonjiku stutter-step and fall on their asses. He decides to whip up quite the alchemical bomb this time, adding a dash of tanglefoot resin and some unstable accelerant. He thumbs the opening and shakes vigorously, the mixture beginning to glow with its volatile nature. He lobbed it over Argios' head, hoping to land cleanly on Lonjiku. « 1d20+7+1 = 8 + 7 + 1 = 16 »
Lonjiku:
« 1d100 = 2 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d8 = 2 »
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan's bomb hits the wall just beyond Lonjiku, exploding, though the full force of the blast was mostly wasted. Reflex save for Lonjiku.
Lonjiku:
« 1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Bull Rush: « 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 »
Thistle:
« 1d20+8 = 3 + 8 = 11 »
* Bruetus Anvilfist positions his shield in front of him, shoving with all his might against Thistle. "Tae th' pits with yeh!" he cackles, displaying an equal propensity for puns as Enzek.
Thistle:
Thistle was shoved back, Milo falling down into the pit of leeches! She growled out, lashing out towards Bruetus! « 1d20+8 = 3 + 8 = 11 »
Lonjiku:
Lonjiku tried to crawl away, not bothering to stand! (Just making a balance check to crawl out of the square.
Lonjiku:
« 1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13 »
Lonjiku:
Success!
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
" Too bad you discard your allies!" (Forgot to roll for maneuvers. Rolling now: « 1d5 = 1 »« 1d4 = 1 »« 1d3 = 3 » )
Argios the Red:
Argios lifted his axe above his headk, bringing it down towards her with one solid swing. (Leading the Attack!)
Argios the Red:
« 1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6 »
Argios the Red:
Flub!
Argios the Red:
Dexterity check!
Argios the Red:
« 1d20 = 14 »
Argios the Red:
No ill effects.
Milo:
Milo cried out in pain. There was no escaping the pit. The rope ladder was removed. All he could do was scream bloody murder as the leeches drained him to a husk.
Mari:
" Oi! Out of the way, old man!" The woman growled, grasping an axe from her belt as she flung it at Bruetus!
Mari:
« 1d20+8 = 20 + 8 = 28 »
Mari:
« 1d20+8 = 17 + 8 = 25 »
Mari:
No crit, but hit!
Enzek Slipnik:
Wise Mari? ))
Mari:
« 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »
Mari:
[8 damage to Bruetus.
Hamfist:
" Out of tha way yerself, missy!" His large axe was brought up and promptly slammed down at Bruetus.
Hamfist:
« 1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14 »
* Bruetus Anvilfist takes the hit in the crook of his elbow, where it scores a solid hit in one of the few weaker points of his armor, but the man's attack - as with the majority of the other blows - is effortlessly deflected. "Haha! Good shot, lassie - even if yeh did jus' get lucky."
Oarus:
Oarus took advantage of Bruetus facing down the ones from the other room, moving up quickly and quietly behind the dwarf to lash out with his rapier towards the chink in his armor.
Oarus:
« 1d20+6 = 11 + 6 = 17 »
Oarus:
Mish.
Nathilie:
The archer in back, however, used her bow.
Nathilie:
« 1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18 »
Nathilie:
Mish.
Erialistia Culnamo:
(WHAT IS HE MADE OF!?)
Erialistia Culnamo:
(Pure. Awesome.)
Triel:
Triel snarled as she didn't bother to stand, drawing forth a scroll from his waist. (Quick draw). Words from the scroll were uttered as she stared at Argios, who had nothing to do but stare back. (Scroll of Hold Person )
Triel:
« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »
Triel:
Argios is paralyzed for 3 rounds! Triel stands.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
(So sorry!)
Erialistia Culnamo:
(JUST got everything finished)
Enzek Slipnik:
"From my point of view the Cuthbertites are evil!" "Well then you are lost!"
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia shifted through the room with the rest of them as Bruetus told her to. Upon seeing her favorite old man fantasy paralyzed, she frowned and glared at Triel, thrusting Last Rites towards the woman in protest. « 1d20+8 = 18 + 8 = 26 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
7 damage.
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik moves into the room to check on Bruetus.
Triel:
« 1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 »
* Enzek Slipnik closes his eyes and concentrates on what he does best. From behind Thistle a summoning circle forms on the floor, and in a few moments it disappears in a flash of white light as a sparkling canine appears, glowing with holy power. (Casting Summon Monster 1 at the space past the pit trap, summoning a Celestial Dog).
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan pulled a large flask out of one of his pouches, the contents seeming to constantly shift colors; a vivid red, a murky brown, akin to dried blood, a fleshy pink tone, and everything in between. He quickly unstoppered it, gulping down the contents with a visible shudder. He tossed the glassware aside as he doubled over for a moment, hugging himself as he growled. The many snap-button fastenings along his canvas jacket's sleeves were popped open as his arms became thick and muscular, the laces on his leather bracers and shirt pushed wide open as his wrists and torso became thickly muscled. His brow and jaw become jutting and prominent as he snarled with an incited anger, his skin becoming toughened and leathery. (Castellan uses a move action to fetch his Mutagen and a standard action to drink it! He gains natural armor and strength, but takes an intelligence penalty.)
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia gazed over to Castellan and blinked blankly, finding herself quite confused. One minute he's fucking skeletons the next he's turning into a meat head. And this is why she avoided churches. Their people were cray.
* Bruetus Anvilfist turns towards Hamfist. "Don' s'pose yer gonna move an' let me in, are yeh? Too bad." He raises his waraxe high, and it gleams despite the lighting in the tunnels. "MORADIN!" (Smite Evil, targetting Hamfist)
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Attack: « 1d20+9 = 15 + 9 = 24 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Damage: « 1d10+11 = 5 + 11 = 16 »
Thistle:
Thistle, seeing the display, growled and shook his head. "I'll get vengeance... For my brother! And sister!" And so, Thistle turned and ran. She wasn't getting paid enough to stand there and die against this beast of a dwarf.
Lonjiku:
The brother continued to flee, trying simply to escape.
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Aeter (DM):
Will save.
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 »
Aeter (DM):
Success! Argios can move!
Aeter (DM):
... on his next turn.
Mari:
Another axe came flying!
Mari:
« 1d20+8 = 11 + 8 = 19 »
Mari:
Mish.
Hamfist:
RAH SLASH
Hamfist:
« 1d20+8 = 13 + 8 = 21 »
Hamfist:
mish
Oarus:
stab sneaky stab
Oarus:
« 1d20+8 = 20 + 8 = 28 »
Oarus:
HIT
Oarus:
« 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 »
Oarus:
no crit.
Oarus:
« 1d6+3+1d6 = 1 + 3 + 1 = 5 »
Oarus:
[5 damage!
Nathilie:
PEW!
Nathilie:
« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 »
Nathilie:
Mish.
Triel:
Triel took a full round action to retreat, moving quickly backwards out of the damned grease on hands and knees if she had to. Which was unfortunate, because she just had a loincloth on and things could get dirty. She did not stand until she exited the grease. (Balance check)
Triel:
« 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 »
Triel:
Balance fail. She doesn't stand.
Enzek Slipnik:
Giggity.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
" Don't face her head-on." He requested quickly to Tia, shaking his head quickly. "She will destroy you."
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia frowned and sighed, moving through the door to see if Bruetus was okay. He was quickly becoming her second favorite in this whole ordeal.
Erialistia Culnamo:
"Hows it going?" she asked the two of them, unable to actually do anything from here. (End)
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik allows the summoning spell to finish, his celestial comrade apparing into view. "Hold on, I'm going to try and bring that woman back. She has much to answer for." he says, suddenly vanishing onto the other side of Bruetus. (Using one of my Shifts as a swift action)
Tokens dropped onto map 'Kopru Ruins' by player Enzek (Player)
Enzek Slipnik:
"Let's go, Rufus!" he yells out. "Stop right there, criminal scum!"
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d4+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20 = 3 »
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
"Surrender now, lady, and you'll get to live!"
Castellan Stillwind:
"Grragh! Even I won't be able to put you back together," Castellan growled at Triel as he made a deliberate pace through the grease to get to her. Acro: « 1d20+4 = 17 + 4 = 21 »
Castellan Stillwind:
Drawing his scalpel knife - which now looked rather small in his meaty fist - he took a wide, arcing swing at the Cleric « 1d20+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
((CASTELLAN SMASH.))
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
((It's like Zoidberg in that one episode where he gets all mating crazy. "Is there a doctor in here?!" "I'M THE DOCTOR!!"
Triel:
" Bad choice. " Triel grinned broadly as she turned to face Castellan, that silver heavy flail still hanging at her side as she glanced back towards the beefy Castellan.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Attack: « 1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Damage: « 1d10+11 = 1 + 11 = 12 »
Thistle:
Thistle, however, did not stop. She lept into the water with a cry, swimming as fiercely as she could... However, she did not get far. A large mouth sprang up from within the water, engulfing her entire torso. She let out a cry of pain as those large teeth bit into her, multiple tentacles lashing out about the rest of her body. She strained and struggled against the bounds... but to no avail. The monster had her, and she simply did not have the strength to escape it as it dragged her under.
* Bruetus Anvilfist switches the hammer side again, smashing the axe-wielding bandit aside.
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
"No! Wait-"
Argios the Red:
"Damned it, Castellan..." Argios growled, stepping forward carefully. (Acro)
Argios the Red:
« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »
Argios the Red:
Success. Shield buddy: Castellan. Castellan gains +1 AC.
Enzek Slipnik:
Dungeoneering: « 1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14 »
Castellan Stillwind:
"Shaddahp! I'm gonna cut her to ribbons an' stitch her back together afterward!"
Mari:
" Arright! Arright, fella. We surrender. " The woman threw down her weapons with a grunt. "Ain't getting paid enough to face no dwarf lord."
Oarus:
" ... Indeed. " Oarus shook his head, stepping back and dropping his rapier as well. Hamfist was killed. Milo's screams just began to cease. Thistle was being chased down. There was no winning for the group.
Nathilie:
Nathilie smacked Oarus with her bow. "I told you we should've just surrendered when they got here!"
Triel:
Triel grinned wickedly as she pushed herself up to stand... (Take your AoO )
* Enzek Slipnik turns his head back toward where Bruetus was fighting, hearing the calls for surrender, and being glad there were still voices of reason among the enemy.
Castellan Stillwind:
"I like you better on the ground!" Castellan snarled, trying to shove her back down as she shuffled to her feet. « 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 »
Triel:
( AC 20. Miss. )
* Bruetus Anvilfist nods sternly, lowering his waraxe in turn. "I accept yer surrender. Stay tha' way and yeh've nothin' tae fear from me." He flicks his gaze to Nathilie. "Yeh gonna do th' same, lassie?"
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 »
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan swung, though it was clumsy and rushed - he didn't make contact as she got to her feet.
Triel:
Triel got to her feet and grinned as she took a step back. She waved one hand forward towards Castellan from 5 feet away, uttering one word. "Boom." ( Shatter. Targeting Tanglefoot Bomb. Castellan, roll a will save for your item. )
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
"Boom, huh?" Castellan grinned. "That's my job! I'll show you boom!"
Erialistia Culnamo:
(Sorry for the recap ask a lot is going on O.O - Bruetus's people all surrendered?)
Argios the Red:
" Do not provoke her! Do you not know what the woman did in her escape, Master Castellan...?" Argios clutched her axe harder.
Argios the Red:
( Yes )
Erialistia Culnamo:
(Just Triel remains?)
Argios the Red:
( Yes )
Castellan Stillwind:
Was tadkins able to identify the pond monster? ))
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia shifted passed Bruetus towards Mari, her rope pulled from her magical sack as she approached with the intent of binding her.
Aeter (DM):
personal.palouse.net/ted/images/skulvyn.png is the monster. You don't identify it.
Aeter (DM):
personal.palouse.net/ted/images/skulvyn.png
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+12 = 8 + 12 = 20 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
* Enzek Slipnik gasps at the large, horrifying water creature that swallowed up Thistle, and quickly retreats back into the fortress. He approaches Bruetus, who seems to have the situation under control. "Nice job! Handling things here? I'm gonna go see how the rest of 'em are doing!" before moving on with his summoned dog in tow. (Making two moves back to the bulk of the party, end turn)
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan yanked one of his Alchemical Fire Oil flasks from his bandolier (move), quickly shaking it up and flinging it right at Triel! « 1d20+7+1 = 13 + 7 + 1 = 21 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 1d6+4-1 = 2 + 4 - 1 = 5 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
"Boom! Ahaha!"
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
* Bruetus Anvilfist pulls a coil of hempen rope out of his own pack, handing it to Tia. "Nae a bad idea," he mutters. "Jus' in case yeh need it, lass." He turns his stern gaze to the other two surrendering bandits. "Yeh let 'er or yeh answer tae me, got it?"
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Intimidate: « 1d20+9 = 3 + 9 = 12 »
Oarus:
" Right, right. We're not going anywhere. Like I said, we're not paid enough to die! "
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
Argios tried to get past the grease... (Acrobatics +4)
Argios the Red:
« 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 »
Argios the Red:
Fail.
Argios the Red:
Argios doesn't move and in facts falls on his butt!
* Bruetus Anvilfist nods again without another word.
Triel:
Triel stalked towards Castellan, taking the five foot step forward. Her Divine Favor and Bull's Strength was still up.. and she intended to make Castellan pay for his blatant disrespect. With one hand she lifted that flail, swinging it down atop Castellan's head once and then bringing it up for a second swing. « 1d20+15 = 13 + 15 = 28 » « 1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20 »
Triel:
« 1d10+11 = 9 + 11 = 20 » « 1d10+11 = 3 + 11 = 14 »
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tie climbed over body, slid beyond Bruetus and came face to face with the masked man she had fooled earlier that day. "Hello again," she said with the sash around her waist this time. She took the rope, ready to wrap it around him and bind him as she had the woman prior.
Triel:
« 1d6 = 2 »
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+12 = 19 + 12 = 31 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan growled in pain at the first blow, though his leathery hide just managed to absorb the brunt of the second. He felt the pain - dulled as it was, it was still intense. He wasn't looking forward to having his mutagen wear off.
* Enzek Slipnik cringes as he watches Castellan take a brutal-looking blow. "Castellan, get out of there!" he says as he begins chanting another arcane spell. A wave of bright, glittering dust showers onto Triel and the area behind her. (Casting Glitterdust, DC16 vs Will)
Triel:
« 1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »
Triel:
" Gah! Damned it, you...!"
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan shielded his eyes as Triel blew up in a blast of sparkles and glitter. Seeing his chance to weasel out of this mess, he tumbled away, just past Argios. « 1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 »
Enzek Slipnik:
"Leave my friend alone, you big bully!"
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan quickly mixes up one of his glue bombs, looking to further incapacitate the overly buffed Cleric. "Have some of this! Teach you to hit me!" « 1d20+7+1 = 12 + 7 + 1 = 20 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 2d6+4-1 = 11 + 4 - 1 = 14 »
Triel:
« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
"She's too dangerous to spare! Get her, Argios!"
Argios the Red:
" As you wish." And, with a grin, Argios moved forward, lifting his axe high above his head and bringing it down in one fluid motion. (Foehammer)
Argios the Red:
« 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 »
Triel:
Triel felt the strike hit her, and she was quick to snarl out, lashing towards Argios!
Triel:
Triel lashed out towards Argios with that same flail, swinging twice in rapid succession! « 1d20+15 = 5 + 15 = 20 » « 1d20+10 = 12 + 10 = 22 »
Triel:
« 1d100 = 63 »
Triel:
Hits.
Erialistia Culnamo has received initiative.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia shifted to the final captive, that she knew of, and using her expert skills (apparently) set to work binding the blonde.
Erialistia Culnamo:
« 1d20+12 = 4 + 12 = 16 »
Enzek Slipnik has received initiative.
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d3 = 2 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+9 = 20 + 9 = 29 »
Enzek Slipnik:
« 1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 »
Castellan Stillwind has received initiative.
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan turns his gaze back to Triel - normally, a healthy person had a thin red aura about them, though this aura grew more tangible and violent the sicker or more wounded they were, as their lifeforce bled out of them more rapidly. He looked to see just how wounded the Cleric was.
Enzek Slipnik:
*Rufus growls menacingly*
Castellan Stillwind:
Castellan prepared another bomb, giving it a quick shake as he tossed it at Triel. "Catch it if you can!" « 1d20+7+1 = 6 + 7 + 1 = 14 »
Castellan Stillwind:
« 2d6+4-1 = 9 + 4 - 1 = 12 »
Bruetus Anvilfist has received initiative.
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Yeh stay with 'em, lass - my turn tae lend some muscle." He nods, setting one hand on his own chest, and the other on her shoulder. (Lay on Hands twice: swift action on self, standard on Tia)
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Lay on Hands (Bruetus): « 2d6 = 11 »
Bruetus Anvilfist:
Lay on Hands (Tia): « 2d6 = 5 »
Argios the Red has received initiative.
Argios the Red:
Argios kept up the assault, not wanting to give her a chance to recover... while giving Castellan a reprieve while he did it! (Crusader's Strike)
Argios the Red:
« 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »
Argios the Red:
« 1d12+3 = 12 + 3 = 15 »
Argios the Red:
« 1d6+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »
Enzek Slipnik:
(( Blinded, glued, flanked by a dog that looks like a bee...))
Triel:
Triel fell with that last attack, a wand in her hand, having been poised at her own chest. It was a healing wand, no doubt... But, the last onslaught was too much for her. (Dead!)
* Enzek Slipnik sighs with relief. "Good job, Rufus! Return!" as Rufus disappears into his Pokeball.
Aeter (DM):
« LOOT = Invalid expression: LOOT. » On Triel's corpse: +1 Silver Heavy Flail, +1 spiked fullplate (Attractive), 2 wands of Control Water, Wand of Cure Serious Wounds (7 charges, in her hand), 2 potions of Cure Light wounds, scroll of pure moderate wounds, everburning torch, silver holy symbol of hextor, leather pouch containing 30gp and 4pp, key ring.
Erialistia Culnamo:
Tia took 20 searching the captives, corpses and rooms?
Bruetus Anvilfist:
"Guess yeh didnae need me anyhow. Tia 'as th' survivors bound back there - mayhaps they'll 'ave sommat more tae tell us." He gestures over his shoulder.
Aeter (DM):
www.freewebs.com/shackledcity1/triel.jpg
Enzek Slipnik:
"Well done, everyone. And so ends a dark chapter in the history of Cauldron."
Castellan Stillwind is disconnected.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo is disconnected.
Riaan is disconnected.
Enzek is disconnected.