Fallen Fortress (IC)

[Hestraim]

Stanley (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=413018) - Warped Sorcerer
Faeron (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=411466) - Half-Elf Rogue
Abigail Meadowlark (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=411283) - Dawnflower Dervish Bard
Rogran Mills (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=385047) - Sniper Scout Rogue
Robeh Stonebeard (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=411878) - Tower Shield Specialized Fighter
Labhrás (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=412659) - Cleric of Sarenrae

You are in Absalom, the mighty City at the Center of the World, and you’ve always longed to explore one of the countless ruins of failed conquerors that litter the plains outside the city’s walls.

You’ve heard rumors that one of the sealed siege castles has been laid open by a minor earthquake. Word on the street is that no one has yet entered the tower, which folks are calling the “Fallen Fortress.” What better way to start a life of excitement and adventure than by exploring its long-abandoned, dusty halls and perhaps claiming its ancient treasures?

Each of you have been chosen by a wealthy historian for his own reasons to capture and collect valuable artifacts from within the Fallen Fortress.

OOC
Just describe your PCs a little. Maybe a little background of their thoughts as they approach the large solitary tower. Once everyone responds we will begin.

[PhilMeyer]

As they approach the massive spire, Faeron whistles.

"Taller than I expected."

The half-elf is both excited to be on an adventure, and scared of what may lie within.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Following his long time friend he adds, "Not much to look at. Hope this is all worth it."

[Ancient Hippo]

The tower was impressive, that was sure. While Labhrás was sure that it had been full of wonderful things when it was still in use, he was not very optimistic that they could find much of worth. After all, people tend to take their stuff with them before leaving. He tried to guess what the castle looked like from inside. Dusty, definitely. And probably in a bad shape, being left unattended for who knows how long.

He took a look at his companions and sighed. When a cleric is hired, it means that people are going to get hurt, and he will have to be constantly saving whatever idiot who fell in a hole full of pointy sticks from the brink of death. That, or the place is full of undead. Which would mean that he would be constantly healing idiots while having to fight a horde of zombies, skeletons, or other similar charming fellows.

He sighed again and made sure that he had his scimitar, holy symbol, and bottle of whiskey still with him.

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail had really done it now, the fact that this place smelled like wet dog rolled in horse dung didn't help, being forced to such means of survival and away from her calling... It was those damn dice and the rush of adrenaline as lady luck drew you in, oh it was glorious! Unfortunately for Abby she didn't exactly pay attention to the result which most definitely didn't go her way. Penniless and in debt she had two options... one to make some money fast by going to some rumored tower and looting everything she could get her hands on or two... She pushed that thought from her mind because it definitely was no option any sane woman would take. Resigning herself to the dank, crumbling tower she pouted.

It took a lot to get Abby in a somber mood but this had surely done it, if it was up to her she would have already left that stinky city after giving a generatious donation to needy children; but alas her she was in the middle of nowhere stuck with god knows who. One was definitely a priest, of her faith no less, but he smelled like cheap liquour and was rather sketchy looking... she would do her best to avoid him, well maybe after she lifted a drink or two from him. The others seemed more reserved and generally kept to themselves, maybe they were lovers? Abby could really care less but she respected peoples choices.

Pouting at the looming tower, Abby finally had reached the end of her rather limited supply of patience and announced "Alright, enough gawking at it, lets get it and grab whatevers useful and get out. Hopefully we can be back inside a warm inn by tomorrow."

[PhilMeyer]

"Not much to look at. Hope this is all worth it."

"Even if it we find no great treasure, I admit that exploring an ancient fortress has great appeal to me." It sounds like an adventure that uncle Fayne might have undertaken in his youth. Perhaps someday my exploits will be sung along with his.


"Alright, enough gawking at it, lets get it and grab whatever's useful and get out. Hopefully we can be back inside a warm inn by tomorrow."

So the halfling thinks she's in charge of this expedition? I suppose she did negotiate our rate.

"While I share your enthusiasm, I do think some caution is warranted. These ancient ruins are known for their clever and deadly traps. Hopefully Rogran and I will be able to find them."

[shugyosha]

Rogran

"Does anyone know anything about this place? What it was used for?" he asks as he takes a few steps forward.


[roll0] Knowledge History (untrained)

[Hestraim]

The ruined siege castle now being called the Fallen Fortress rises out of the churned earth of the Cairnlands. No doors or windows mar the otherwise smooth expanse of the tower’s walls. The tower is quatrefoil in plan; its eastern wing has largely collapsed, exposing the interior floors to the open air. Only the topmost level seems whole, though its eastern portion hangs precariously over the mountain of rubble left by the collapse. At ground level, the rubble frames a gaping hole in the side of the building that provides access to the tower’s darkened interior.

I am kind of an impatient DM so I will be expecting a post at least per day but more is definitely preferable. Everyone please roll perception.

[Hestraim]

Rogran
You are not able to make unchecked knowledge checks without training.

[PhilMeyer]

Perception:
[roll0]

[Morbis Meh]

The halfling moves in close next to Faeron and grabs his arm while offering a suggestive smile "My aren't I a lucky lady to have such a strapping man look out for little old me and I have all the faith in the world that you will be able to keep me safe." Still clinging to the half elf's arm she looks at the very dour and serious human that didn't smell like they fell into a vat of very bad ale. My if I can get these men wrapped around my finger I will not have to worry about getting into harms way... too bad there isn't a paladin here those fools always fall for the damsel in distress schtick!

She looks over to Rogran and giggles slightly "Now how would I know about some musty old tower? My caravan had no real use for books, they took up a great deal of room and were of little use, well except for kindling for a fire."

Knowledge history (I haven't put a rank in it yet but it is a class skill!) [roll0]

[Morbis Meh]

Whoops forgot perception!

[roll0]

[Hestraim]

Abigail
You remember hearing from some of the locals as your traveled through Absalom that the tower was used as a staging ground for a siege long ago. It was mentioned by one of the participants that he heard there was some unknown god worshiped there.

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás stands before the entrance, wondering if he should enter it first, when he heard the others speaking. He watched the halfling trying to manipulate Faeron. He hoped that the person who was supposed to keep them from walking in traps was attentive enough to notice the little woman's acting.

Suddenly he noticed the tattoo in the halfling's back. It looked oddly familiar. He tried to remember where he had seen it before, and then it hit him.

"Wait a minute, aren't you the one who got thrown out from the church that one day?" he asks from the halfling. "The old man hates when something diverts the attention from his boring sermons. If it makes you any happier, the people there were quite fascinated with your dance."

He smiles at the memory of the senior priest's enraged face for a moment, then returns at the entrance."Well, let's get this done before we get old." he says, draws his scimitar, and whispers: "Light of the Dawnflower."
The weapon starts glowing brightly, and he points it at the entrance, illuminating the inside of the tower.

Perception: [roll0]

OOC:
Casting light at the scimitar.

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail wrinkles in nose in disgust and almost vomits when she catches a hint of the priest's breath. She pushes down the very unladylike urge and smiles sweetly "Oh I thought I remembered that stench! Though the last time I saw you I really thought you were passed out, I thought priests were prohibited against drinking?" She taps her chin in false contemplation "That is no matter, I know the crowd enjoyed my performance, why else would they boo when that old crotchety stick in the mud sicked the guards on me."

Gripping the half elf's arm even tighter she bats her eyelashes at the poor soul next to her "Did I ever tell you I was a dancer? Maybe if you play your cards right I will give you a private performance." She gives a mischevious wink accompanied with a giggle.

[somethingrandom]

Perception
[roll0]

Looking at Abigail he says "Wow she's pretty. No sees not she far to short. Yes she is look at those eyes. No she not. Yes she is." It sounds like he is having an anguement with himself

[PhilMeyer]

Did I ever tell you I was a dancer? Maybe if you play your cards right I will give you a private performance.

Faeron chuckles at the comment. His experience with girls not of his clan has been quite limited, and is not quite sure how to react to the attention. The bard is quite attractive. Very small, but pretty.

Still, he feels he needs to offer some advice.
"Miss Meadowlark, I do not think it wise to antagonize our cleric." He then whispers, "At least not until after we know what we're up against."

[pyrocide]

a noise grew in the distance behind the group. At first the sound was indistinguishable, but quickly rose in volume to be recognized as heavy footfalls and a suit of armor.

"Hold..." The now visible dwarf tried to call out as he ... well, run isn't quite the word for it, but it was what the squat bearded fellow was attempting. "Hold up ya greased pigs.. Tall links a' lightning..."

As he came closer the group could see a stout suit of shined scale mail, complete with a horned helmet and metal face guard. Out from under the guard billowed out a long curly bright red beard, braided in multiple ends. His armor had the crest of the city of Absalom, meaning he was either a soldier or militia for the city which seemed a bit unusual for a dwarf though not unheard of.

The dwarf finally came within a casual speaking distance, and doubled over from the exhaustion. It was then the group could see a trail left behind the dwarf where his shield was dragging the ground behind him while strapped to his back. The shield was as big as he was, and the look of the shield strapped across the dwarf's back made him look not unlike a shiny bearded tortoise - further matched by the speed at with he could move.

Finally the dwarf caught his breath and stood straight. "Good Mornin' to ya! I'm Robeh Stonebeard from the Absalom militia. Call me Robeh. I've been tasked to escort this little party into them ruins over 'ere and make sure everybody comes back with all their pieces intact. Everyone ready to head in?"

[shugyosha]

Rogran

All the prattling the others were doing just annoyed the ugly man. He looked at the top of the tower and down to the bottom of the ruins.


perception
[roll0]

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail holds back her laughter at this extremely odd sight "Why I can not recall ever seeing a dwarf move their hairy stumps so furiously, you better hope we're not lightning or you're in a spot of trouble good dwarf. I don't recall anything in the agreement about an escort, are we not to be trusted walking around in some rubble? Though I must admit it is good to have a walking armory with us, in the front of course."

She lets go of Faerons arms and does a graceful piroette ending in a curtsy.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence, Robbie the red, I am Abigail: Travelling celebraty and dancing queen."

[pyrocide]

"Oi, and a good day to you little miss Abigail. What is a famous dancer doin' wanderin' through some old ruins? Surely there's more money to be made from your fans than what we'll find 'ere. Well, in any case it's good to have you with us."

Robeh takes a moment to look over the rest of the crew before continuing. "Don't you worry none miss Abigail. No one's worried about what you all will do inside. It's what's possibly inside that brought me to be here. If you'll all follow me, we'll get this party started."

The stoic dwarf began walking forward toward the gaping hole in the structure, pulling his shield from his back and strapping it to his left arm. At the same time, from its hostler he pulled out his flail, the spiked end lightly swinging as he walked.

"Oi! Welcome to the Fallen Fortress everyone. Let's go over some ground rules," Robeh said as he continued forward toward the entrance, "One, stay close. There's no tellin' how small and twisty these ruins are gonna get. I wanna make sure everyone stays in sight. Some humans like to go with a "buddy system," so if it grips ya go for it. And two, if anyone has any, and I mean ANY alcohol, I would greatly appreciate some." Robeh grinned under his face guard as he walked into the giant opening.

[Hestraim]

While looking around, Abigail, Rogran, Faeron and Labhras noticed a pack of wild dogs running towards them.

Each of the aforementioned PCs may act in the surprise round.

The five starving dogs immediately split into two groups. The first group of three approaches Stanley. (The dogs are still 25 feet away) The second group of two run directly at Robeh. (They are 10 feet away)

OOC:
Initiative
-for the Dogs [roll0]
-for Stanley [roll1]
-for Abigail [roll2]
-for Faeron [roll3]
-for Rogran [roll4]
-for Labhrás [roll5]
-for Robeh [roll6]

Anyone with a higher initiative than the dogs acts again after the surprise round.

EDIT: Labhrás you act before the dogs.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

His sharp eyes spotted the threat, a pack of dogs. Without thought he drew his bow and released an arrow at the nearest dog.


surprise round
[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage


His reflex were sharp and he had time for another arrow.


normal round
[roll4] to hit
[roll5] damage
[roll6] crit
[roll7] crit damage

[Hestraim]

Rogran
Both shots miss the pack.

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail wiggles her hips and shakes her fingers and says "Un Ugh! Bad doggies, you all should be nice!" Out from the ether a slick puddle of grease forms in front of the pack of 3 dogs.

So Reflex DC15 or fall on their faces... it will at the very least stop them!

[PhilMeyer]

Faeron sees his friend miss with both his arrows. "Get it together Rogran."

While not nearly as skilled of an archer, the half-elf draws his bow and attempts a similar shot.


attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás felt lucky for having unsheathed his weapon for unrelated reasons earlier. Divine guidance, maybe?

The dwarf could probably handle a few dogs himself, he thought, and placed himself between the group of three dogs and Stanley. Once there, he lifted his unarmed hand and sent a bolt of divine fire flying towards the charging dogs.


Using my domain power.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

On a unrelated note, I noticed that I had put a spell component pouch instead of a holy symbol on my sheet. Been doing too many arcane casters lately. :smallbiggrin: I corrected it now.

[PhilMeyer]

Sneak Attack Damage (I forgot):

[roll0]

[Ancient Hippo]

Ah, I had forgotten I had another action before the dogs. And in case it matters, the bolt was a ranged touch attack. (Although I doubt the dogs are wearing armor...)

The bolt was not very accurate, but Labhrás did not even take a look to see if it hit. Instead, he jogged towards the charging dogs, lifted his scimitar with both hands, and unleashed a vicious strike towards the nearest dog. To a untrained spectator it might have looked like the blade could bisect the dog, but the attack was angled in such way that it would not damage any vital parts.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1] (Note that the damage is non-lethal)
Crit [roll2] (18-20 x2)
Crit Damage [roll3]

Edit: Apparently hitting things is not this cleric's strong point. And the crit damage using 1d20 was a typo, not the result of freak minmaxing.

[Hestraim]

The first dog continues through the grease without falling. As it raises its head an arrow from Faeron pierces its chest. The dog falls limply to the ground skidding to a halt a pace in front of Labhrás.

The second dog in the pack loses its balance.

The thrid dog seems unaffected by Abigail's spell.

Labhrás' attention is taken momentarily as the first dog falls to the ground. His ball of fire flies over top of the remaining pack. Labhras runs forward attempting to intercept the third dog. The dog deftly dodges the attack.

Just so everyone knows I will describe actions PCs take for my own enjoyment. If you want clarification when I post just ask. I can keep it very simple if that is requested instead.

[Hestraim]

The dogs seem unfazed by having one of their own killed in an instant. They continue on closing the distance between their meals.

The second dog regains its balance and moves toward Labhrás with the third dog flanking from the other side. Neither dogs are able to injure Labhras. His armor is much too thick for any attack to get through.

The second pair of dogs continue to run at Robeh. They surround the dwarf, trying to find a weakness in his heavy armor. The first dog (Dog 4) jumps but is repelled by Robeh massive shield. The second dog (Dog 5) of the pair bites at his exposed leg causing minor cut.

3 Points of Damage

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Gritting his teeth he pulls another arrow out. He was shooting like a half bind baboon. His eyes narrowed as he pointed his weapon at one of the dogs at the dwarf's feet.


shooting dog 4
[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[Hestraim]

Rogran
Rogran's shot narrowly misses the dog and the dwarf.

The dice gods are giving you no love eh?

[pyrocide]

"You thrice damned cur! I've got a bone for you to chew on!" and with that, Robeh slammed down on the dog that bit him with his flail.


Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit [roll2] (20 x2)
Crit Damage[roll3]


As this is going on, Robeh does a quick view of the scene, trying to make sure the rest of the group is alright. He knew he could take a few bites if he needed to run over to someone else.

[Hestraim]

Robeh
Robeh's flail strikes the dog's neck. The dog barely has time to yelp before slumping down, dead from the obviously shattered neck.

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás catches a glimpse of Robeh swinging his flail. It looked like the damage would be immense if it hit.

"Think a while, buddy." he said to the dog that was flanking him. "If you stop dodging my scimitar, you will be only knocked out for a while. But if you don't, the big bad dwarf will come and smash your head into a cloud of pink mist." He realized that talking to the dog was useless, but he felt safe behind his armor and thought that the dog deserved a fair warning. Even if it could not understand.

He takes his weapon to his side, and strikes at the same dog he had been talking to, again being careful to avoid causing any lasting harm.


Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1] (Non-Lethal)
Crit [roll2] (18-20 x2)
Crit Damage [roll3]

Edit: Woo, a crit! Oh, and I'm attacking the dog number three.
Edit 2: Oops, I read the crit confirmation as 16, not 6... The dog is most likely down anyway.

[Morbis Meh]

Abby smoothly glides behind one of the dogs flanking the priest and in turn flanks it. With a quick slash she lashes out at the dog with her blade.

to hit
damage [roll[1d4+4

[Morbis Meh]

reroll for dmg [roll0]

[PhilMeyer]

Faeron drops his bow and draws his curve blade. He moves into flanking position.

I don't actually know which dogs are still going to be alive. If none are available to flank, disregard this post and I'll do something else. If I can flank, it doesn't matter to me which you choose.

[Hestraim]

Labhras' attack causes the dog to be knocked out. The dog appears to still be alive though.

While flanking the final dog in that group, Abby's blade causes a massive injury to the dog. It barks loudly baring its teeth. The dog quickly flees from the fight.

[PhilMeyer]

"Well that was an unpleasant business. To attack a group such as ours, the dogs must have been desperate indeed."

Faeron goes to retrieve his arrow.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

The surly man looks more unpleasant than before, it that is possible as he goes and collects his arrows.

His friend is right, a pack of dogs wouldn't attack a group their size. He looks at the corpses and at their tracks to see if there is anything out of the ordinary.


perception
[roll0]
survival
[roll1]

[somethingrandom]

Stanley casts a spell sending a spark of electricity flying at the surviving dog then shouting "Bad Dog!"


Casting Jolt
Attack[roll0]
Damage[roll1]

[Hestraim]

The final dog growls within its throat, seeing it has little chance to survive it flees past Robeh towards the forest.

The rest of the group walks up to Robeh. Just outside of the massive tower.

OOC
If you want to do anything please mention it. To keep the game going however I will post the description of the first room.

The northern wing of the tower seems to have escaped the worst effects of the collapse, but rubble still litters the floor and everything is covered in a thick layer of stone dust. Thick cobwebs cloak the ceiling and hang down the walls like gossamer tapestries. A single archway stands open in the southwest wall.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Stepping forward a few steps Rogran stops and turns to his half-elf friend. "Come on, take point."

[PhilMeyer]

"Yes, here we go."

The half-elf takes a deep breath, and starts ahead with sword drawn. He looks for traps or danger as he goes. He attempts to move slowly and quietly.


Stealth:[roll0]
Perception:[roll1] (+1 for traps from trapfinding)

See the OOC thread for my not quite knowing what to do mechanically. Please let me know if I should do anything else or make any other rolls.

[Morbis Meh]

Abby follow in quickly from behind, she could hide better than any of these big folk and her eyes and ears were just as good as any elf's. Keeping low, something not overly difficult for her, she glides gracefully just behind the legs of Faeron using him as a meat shield of sorts. She would chide them for talking but she was no librarian and hey if they drew attention to themselves at least it was away from her!

Stealth [roll0]
perception [roll1]

[shugyosha]

Rogran

He lets the tiny one move by then follows her. He looks back and whispers, "Quiet ones first."


[roll0] stealth
[roll1] perception

[pyrocide]

Robeh moved to the front entrance, and turned around to face the outside. He wanted to make sure that no other wild dogs decided to attempt a second attack on the group.

"If you ask me.." Robeh stopped suddenly, realizing the others were attempting to snoop around slilently. He restarted, in a gruff whisper, "If you ask me, the only thing that's gonna sneak up on anyone is the things that are already livin' in here, on us. Once we get movin' inside, I'd suggest those worried about things that go bumpin' in the dark to stay behind me."

The dwarf then remembered he had been bit during the brief exchange with the wild muts. his calf had a good couple of teeth holes where the legging of the scale mail meets his boot, causing a small opening in the armor. There was a tiny streak of blood that disappeared into his boot.

"Mangy mongrel. I'll be a lucky dwarf if I come out of this without some sort of mut disease."

[Ancient Hippo]

Not being the most stealthy guy around, especially when wearing his armor, Labhrás stayed behind with Robeh for a while. It was only now that he noticed that one of the dogs had managed to get past the dwarf's armor.

"Do you need some divine healing to take care of that, or will this suffice?" he says, and offers the whiskey bottle to Robeh. The wound did not look very bad, and using magic to take care of it seemed a little unnecessary to him, but he had made a vow to cure anyone who asked it.

[pyrocide]

The Dwarf's eyes opened wide (well, as wide as they could for a dwarf) at the sight of the whiskey bottle. In Robeh's rush to make it to the ruins, he had completely forgot to purchase some before setting out.

"Yep, that's it." Robeh said in a happy and relieved tone. "You're my new best friend for this expedition." Robeh took the bottle graciously and after lifting up his face guard took a standard dwarf-sized swig from the bottle - which is to say he drank nearly the entire thing - before handing it back to the holy man.

"So, what's yer name kind sir? Everyone was so eager to go headin' off into the ruins I didn't think to stop and get it before."

[Hestraim]

The room appears to be 35 ft wide in the shape of a hexagon (6 sided figure). The walls and ceilings are completely covered in spiderwebs and the entire ground has become rocky and unsafe to run over (difficult terrain).

Faeron
As you attempt to quietly enter the room, you accidentally step onto the bone of some sort of long dead small creature. The noise has certainly not gone unnoticed. It has become very obvious that the room has been nested by a spider.

Abby
Your entrance has gone unnoticed. You recognize the signs of a spider within the room but you can't see it.

Rogran
Before entering the room you can see a spiders leg just barely poking through the webs. It is on the far side of the room, about 10 feet off of the ground. Unfortunately a reflection from your nocked arrow has shone light at the spider, making it aware of your presence.


Initiative
-for Abigail [roll0]
-for Faeron [roll1]
-for Rogran [roll2]
-for Labhrás [roll3]
-for Robeh [roll4]
-for Enemy [roll5]


Surprise Round
The spider stays attached to the wall. It shoots its web at Faeron. Even though flat-footed, Faeron quickly rolls out of the way of the attack. The web remains intact beside the entrance.

Rogran you may also act in this round.

EDIT: Faeron acts before the spider, then spider then everyone again until combat is over.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

"Spider," he shouts as he kneels at the edge of the corridor. Taking aim he releases an arrow.


I'm hoping to get him partial cover in the entrance way, but if not no big deal.

[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[PhilMeyer]

"I'll get it!" the young half-elf shouts as he charges the arachnid, sword held high.


Charge: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Sneak Attack: [roll2]

[Hestraim]

Having alerting his companions of the spider, Rogran draws back his bow and fires. The arrow narrowly misses the spider but strikes it in base of its abdomen.

Faeron ferociously charges the spider. Mid step though, he snags his foot on a especially large hole falling onto his chest (about 10 feet into the room)

Silently thrashing the spider retaliates by throwing a web at Faeron. The sticky ichor goes across his entire body pinning him to the floor.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

He no longer had time to be embarrassed. His friend was in trouble. Rogran readied another arrow and gave a silent prayer before releasing it at the large arachnid.


[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[Morbis Meh]

Abby smirks in the shadows My those two are remarkable at drawing the attention of that big bad creepy crawly! Though I suppose I better make an effort to help at seeing that they keep missing. Men, sometimes they can be so incompetent! Moving with elegant grace, Abigail parts from the shadows and swipes at the spider with her tiny keen blade.

Attack [roll0]
damage [roll1]
I do believe that this particular beastie is flatfooted against me since I am still hidden!

[Hestraim]

Rogran's arrow bounces harmlessly off the wall underneath the spider.

Abby with all of her focus is unable to strike the spider.

Waiting on Stanley, Robeh and Faeron to act

[somethingrandom]

Stanley not being very stealthy or tough follows between the two heavly armour members of the group.

Initiative (you appeared to miss me when rolling for initiative)
[roll0]

[somethingrandom]

Stanley sends bolt of electricity flying at the spider
Attack
1d20+1
Damage
[roll0]

Just realized that the +1 damage last time was not a mistake I was forgeting about traits when I thought it was.

[Ancient Hippo]

"The name's Labhrás. I'm a Cleric of Sarenrae, but..." Labhrás starts to say, but the sounds of combat interrupt him. He rushes to help the others as quickly as he can with his armor slowing him down.

He instinctively places his hand at the scimitar's handle when he arrives, but does not unsheathe it, as the spider is too high for it to be used effectively. Instead, he raises his other hand and sends a fiery bolt of divine fire flying from it.


The description did not make it clear if the spider is attached to the wall with a web or just by itself. If by web, Labhrás will aim at it, if not, at the spider.
Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

[Hestraim]

Stanley's bolt flies astray, sizzling as it makes contact with the webs.

As Labhras enters the room he is met by a large spider, without delay he summons forth the powers of the divine and fires a ball of flame at the spider. The ball strikes a web far to the left of the spider, causing it to slowly burn away.

[PhilMeyer]

Blast it! That could not possibly have gone worse.

Faeron struggles to escape the web that has him pinned.


[roll0]

[Hestraim]

Although pinned to the ground, Faeron is still able to slip out from underneath the sticky web.

Waiting on Robeh to act then the spider again

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail begins to dance, letting the sounds of battle become her accompaniment. The tempo and the beat of this particular battle were irregular and disjointed, resulting in a chaotic and discordian expression of dance. Becoming one with the dance, Abby felt a heightened sense of clairity, time slowed down and she could feel her heat beat as well as the beating of everyone else's hearts. With her enhanced focus she concentrated on her own weapon, allowing her arcane talents flow into the blade, making it sharper. Feeling the dance and tempo rise to a crescendo she stabs forth seeking to wet her blade with the spider's ichor.

Swift action: Arcane strike +1 to hit and damage; Move action:Battle dance +2 to hit and dmg; standard action"attack
this better hit damnit! [roll0]
damage [roll1]

[Morbis Meh]

...well who said descriptive writing didn't help dice outcomes?
crit confirm [roll0]
damage if applicable [roll1]

[pyrocide]

Robeh Charges behind the cleric, winding his flail into a tight circular motion while running across the rubble-strewn room. The dwarf raised his shield to match the spider's line of sight, hoping to catch any possible webbing on the shield, and not his body. As soon as he came close enough to the monstrous arachnid, Robeh swung the head of the flail in a rising arch, hoping to catch the spider's face with the blow.


Charge Attack:
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Hestraim]

Robeh's flail, sweeps through the air, severing a one of the spider's legs. In response the spider climbed down from its perch to retaliate.

The spider's teeth could not penetrate the thick armor Robeh wore.

Quickly following the attack, Abigail almost effortlessly danced through the battle to the side of the spider. The determination is obvious on her face as she deliberately attacks the spider's eyes. The swipe seemed to have barely slowed down as she dissects the spider's head. The spider's limp body falls to the ground with a loud crunch.

All PCs may act as they seem fit. There is a second door on the wall opposite to the entrance to the left.

[Morbis Meh]

As her blade slides into the Spider's head black ichor erupts forth and sprays the halfling dancer. Breaking out of her trance Abby makes a strangled noise that is a cross between anger and disgust "MY NEW DRESS! WHY YOU FILTHY, ICKY, HIDEOUS BEASTIE!" With renewed fury the tiny half pint launches into an assault of kicks and punches at the corpse. With a shriek of rage she punches the spider one last time before breaking off, panting from her savage display. She wipes her brow and straightens her dress, with a cough she begins to chant silently amongst herself. Slowly the stains on her dress faded and Abigail calmed down to her 'normal' perky self.

"My, my, my what horrible men you all are! Forcing the small folk into doing all the work, it is a travesty I tell you, oh and look at my nails! They're ruined, do you know how hard it is to find a decent manicurist in this back water country! Oh bullocks, we might as well carry on and perhaps this time we won't run into the lair of a nasty, foul creepy crawly!" She gives the dead spider a final kick.

[Ancient Hippo]

When the halfling started to punch and kick the decapitated spider, Labhrás felt a little uncomfortable. He could not say that he cared for the spider very much, but abusing it's corpse like that was a little too far. Besides, it was a great opportunity to taunt the halfling.

"Now now, my child, the Dawnflower does not look kindly upon desecrating the dead."

[shugyosha]

Rogran

The ugly man stands from his crouched position and walks to the spider husk and tries to pull out his arrow. He swings hard twice getting the bulk of the spider guts off of it. He inspects it to see if it is still any good. Deciding it isn't he tosses it.

Then he takes a slow circle looking over the room.


[roll0] perception (searching the room)

[pyrocide]

Robeh sauntered past the headless spider's corpse and toward the door leading further into the ruins.

"Very nice job little miss," Robeh commended to Abigail as he walked past, "I think with you here my assistance may not have been needed. Could you show me how you cleaned yourself up by chance? I got a bit of blood in me boots, and it'll help stop them from tryin' to tarnish." The dwarf pointed down to his leg where the bite mark was. Once he got to the door, Robeh turned to address the group as a whole.

"Oi! What did I tell you about trying to be sneaky, eh? Now then, I'll take the lead so I can make sure nothin' gets through to the rest of our lesser armored group. I could use another pair of eyes up front to help me with spotting lurkers and other mishaps. As soon as everyone's had their fun rootin' around this spider nest here, We'll continue on in."

[PhilMeyer]

Faeron pulls the remainder of the webs off as best he can. He feels foolish for having fallen into the pit, but is thankful his companions have the grace not to rub salt in the wound.

Abigail's rant does little to improve the half-elf's foul mood, though he says nothing. She's a lot less cute when she's being a brat.

After dusting himself off, Faeron explores the room with his human friend.


Perception:[roll0]+1 for finding traps.

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail pouts "Sneaky worked just fine for me and I am not going to clean your boots dwarf I am not your mother or your wife, I doubt I could grow the beard to match.. As for desecrating the dead, this is a spider not a person, that tried to prey upon the innocent so I am doing a service besides we take a practical view on death. The body is just rotting flesh, it's the soul that moves on!"

[Hestraim]

As the group speaks over the spiders dead body, Rogran and Faeron see a freshly made cocoon. Inside is the decomposing corpse of a dog with a barely recognizable collar around its neck. The silver pendant attached to the leash says "Kita."

You rolled the same so please RP who gets the item. Or just mention one you has it if you want.

The group entered into the North wing, where the spider was located. As they follow the door to the West Wing, it looks as though there was a door frame in the center of the tower. Years of disuse and deterioration have left the door completely full from rubble. The door to the South Wing is half filled with rubble.

Act as you will.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Rogran takes the pendent unceremoniously. He looks at his friend and simply says, "What, arrows cost money."

[PhilMeyer]

"That they do. Somehow I don't think that will be our greatest treasure found in this ruin."

Faeron looks around at the half-filled door. Is there room to climb over the rubble? What does he see down that path?

Perception, if appropriate: 1d20+7

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail found it rather odd that there was only one entrance to this room otherwise they came to a dead end. Hmm, that's why you never have men build towers, they are soooo dull! All gloomy and 'logical', if I owned a place like this i would add some colour, fushia would be a start maybe some indigo here and there... oh and every one gets a pony! Her gaze gaze drifts towards the walls and eventually to the ceiling the muster odour of dust and mildew finally fading into the back groud. She notices the pendant frowing she looks at the stick in the mud human with puppy dog eyes "Oh mister... would you mind if I had that pendant I think it would look rather dashing on me don't you think?" She glides over to him and gives him a suggestive look as she purs "I could work for it if you'd like, wouldn't you want me too be your pet for a time?" She offers a mischevious wink with a giggle.

perception for looking up! Unless halflings have a burrow speed that I am unfamiliar with :smallbiggrin:
[roll0]

[shugyosha]

Rogran

The ugly man looks annoyed at the halfling's antics and simply ignores her. He squints his eyes as he surveys the room, looking for mismatches in the stone work along the walls.


perception: Looking for hidden passages and doors.
[roll0]

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás yawns and looks for a place to sit on. He knew better than to go poke things is an abandoned castle. After all, if someone is bitten by a giant monster while exploring, he can patch them up, but if something would incapacitate him... They would all be in trouble.

"All right guys, try to find a way to get further into this place. If you get hurt, scream."

[pyrocide]

Robeh chuckles for a moment from Labhrás' comment.

"Well, this is gonna be an awfully short expedition if we can't continue on from here. Me gut is tellin' me we're missin' something. Take your time and really look through here. Maybe one of us will find some other way."


I figure a more accurate check would be engineering, but if Knowledge Dungeoneering would be applicable let me know and I'll make a check.

Also, when my character says "take your time" the OOC version of that would be "Take 20 on your Perception checks to search." Mine would be a 21.

[Hestraim]

The room is full of rubble. The two doors that could have been used have long since been filled with debris and large rocks.

Everyone please head to the front of the building and make a climb check.

[PhilMeyer]

I guess that entrance was a bust, but the best treasure is often kept in the higher floors. Lords and ladies like their trinkets and bobbles closeby.

"Alright fellows, I'll try and head up first. I can throw down a rope if anyone needs one." Faeron attempts to find a likely climbing spot (preferably a corner), and gives his best effort.


[roll0] Mythweavers seems to be down for me (database error), but I think I put one rank in climb and have a +1 STR bonus.

[Morbis Meh]

Abby looked up gloomily, she truly hated heights and wasn't one for climbing not to mention she was in dress. Pushing aside her fears she looks to the others "Now don't any of you be looking up my dress you hear?" Walking up next to the wall she beings to climb...

This is going to be so much fail thankfully halflings get a bonus to climb...
climb [roll0]
edit: well that won't even be enough to get off of the ground so meh no damage at the very least! If I can take 10 I will do so.

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás takes a good look at the wall and those who are already climbing it. His armor is not the most light one in existence, so he decides to wait until someone manages to climb the wall and throws down a rope. The halfling's pathetic attempt almost causes him to burst to laughter, but he manages to disguise it as a loud cough.

"Yes, throw a rope down when you get up there. I think that I and this dwarf fellow will need some help to haul all this metal we are wearing up there."

[shugyosha]

Rogran

"Why don't you weight till he gets to the top. He can throw down a rope. It'll be easier for you to climb," he suggests to the halfling.

[pyrocide]

"I have a painful dislike for climbin'," Robeh grumbles as the group attempts to make their way up the wall. "And yes, I'll be waitin' here till you get a rope down. Dwarves are good on the ground... off of it, it just don't feel right."

Robeh takes his time pulling the tower shield from his arm and leaning it against the wall. He'd need to send the shield up separately to even have a chance at lateral movement. The dwarf also thinks about taking the time to remove his armor, but seeing about how quickly Faeron is scaling the wall, He decides to keep it on so he doesn't hold the group up.

[Hestraim]

Faeron climbs the wall with little difficulty. Abby makes a valiant effort.

After pulling up the rest of the group, you notice that their are two doors leading to the North and South wings of the building.

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail pulls out a copper piece and proceeds to flip it in the air when it lands it shows the crown. She begins to whistle as she bends over to pick it up then starts walking to the northern door whilst looking around for ay possible dangers.


perception [roll0]

[pyrocide]

"Good enough for me," Robeh comments as he watches Abigail's method of choosing a direction. He waddles over to the door with the halfling, lining his shield up to the door's entrance.

"Probably best if you'd like to stand behind me shield. Better that the shield takes the brunt of whatever is hidin' behind here, instead of your cute lil dress." Robeh says with a warm smile, despite it being hidden by the face guard.

"Let's see what we got in here." Robeh adds before attempting to open the door.

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Once he finishes his climb up, Rogran dusts himself off. Looking to the left and right, either way seemed to be equal. When the little girl chooses he follows. Readying an arrow he looks around with his keen eyes.


[roll0] perception

[PhilMeyer]

After hauling up the dwarf (heavier than he looks!) Faeron joins the others on their way to the entrance.

[PhilMeyer]

Perception: [roll0]+1 for traps.

[Ancient Hippo]

Labhrás follows the others, keeping his eyes out for valuable stuff so he can buy boo... Donate to the just cause of preventing dehydration of Sarenite priests.


Perception:[roll0]

[Hestraim]

Judging from the shelves lining the walls, this darkened room might once have been a storeroom, though its contents have long since succumbed to the passage of time. A crack in the northern wall has apparently let in some rainwater, which has collected in a large puddle on the floor.

The walls of the room are covered in black spots, seemingly from a type of fire long past.

Faeron notices two shock lizards within the room. One of the lizards is standing within a pool of water while the other is on the opposite wall to the door.
Faeron may act in the surprise round.
As may both lizards.

[PhilMeyer]

Faeron tells the group quietly: "Shocker lizards... Be careful."

Not wanting to spook the creatures, Faeron slowly puts away his sword and draws his longbow.

[Hestraim]

Both shocker lizards remain where they are, the first remaining within the large puddle covering half of the floor, the second remains on the wall opposite the door (35 Feet). Neither appear to be all that menacingly, although they both appear to have their mouths open. Small sparks skirt along the lizards' tails.


Initiative
-for Abigail [roll0]
-for Faeron [roll1]
-for Rogran [roll2]
-for Labhrás [roll3]
-for Robeh [roll4]
-for Stanley [roll5]
-for NPC [roll6]


All PCs act before the lizards except Labhrás.

[PhilMeyer]

Faeron notches an arrow, and slowly draws back his bow. Not wanting to be the one who breaks the stalemate, the half-elf waits on some other member of his party to make the first move.


Ready a shot at the farther lizard. Trigger is when someone attacks the near lizard.
Rolls for when that happens:
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Sneak Attack:[roll2]

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail charges at the lizard in the opposite wall shouting "Come on Sarenrae, Abby needs a new pair of lizard skin boots!"

Charge!
to hit [roll0]
damage [roll1]

[shugyosha]

Rogran

Spotting the electric reptiles, the human releases his readied arrow at the one in the pool of water.


[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[pyrocide]

"Well, attackin' is one way to go about it." Robeh grins and moves forward, bringing his flail down on the lizard.


Move to the closest lizard still alive. Charge if that means the farther one.

Attack Roll:
[roll0]
Damage:
[roll1]
If Crit, Confirm:
[roll2]
If Confirm, Damage:
[roll3]

[Hestraim]

Abigail, Faeron and Rogran's attacks hit with extreme damage. The closest shocker lizard is mortally wounded and attempts to lash out to fend off its attackers.

Both lizards begin to spark as they concentrate on attacking. A large electric shock is released centered on the hurt lizard.

Robeh is unable to avoid the full force of the damage taking 14 points of damage. Abby is also found within the radius of the attack, fortunately for her she is able to avoid half of the damage thanks to her amazing reflexes.

Everyone may act

[Morbis Meh]

Abigail wines from the stock but begins to dance, letting the rhythm of battle flow through her as the beat and tempo of her dance reaches its crescendo she draws deep within her magical energies and infuses it within her blade. Once her blade is glowing she lashes out at the injured lizard.

swift action arcane strike, move action battle dance and standard is attacking
to hit [roll0]
damage [roll1]

[shugyosha]

Rogran

The young man saw red as his friend fell to the ground. He readied another arrow and released it with all the hate he had at that lizard if it is still up or the other if the first one is dead.


[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[pyrocide]

"Wharlblargable!" Robeh grunts involuntarily as the electricity courses through his body. His thick metal armor acts like a conduit, absorbing and focusing the charge through the dwarf's flesh. When his spasms stop, the smell of burnt hair and charred flesh overwhelms the room.

"Is... Is someone cookin' bacon?" Robeh says before falling over unconscious, small trails of smoke escaping from the gaps in his armor.


I believe this puts me at -3. Con bonus of +3, makes the stabilize check a pure d20.

Constitution check to stabilize:
[roll0]

[PhilMeyer]

At first Faeron is displeased at having to kill what seem to be harmless creatures. However, seeing the dwarf get fried assures him that they were too dangerous to try and sneak past.

Very glad I did not charge right in this time.

He lets loose another arrow with his shortbow.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[Ancient Hippo]

"And... Here we go again." Labhrás says, walks next to the unconcious dwarf, kneels down, and pokes the unconcious fighter in the face. Althought it can not be seen, the touch delivered a small spark of positive energy capable of shutting the most dire wounds of a creature in critical state.


Using the "Rebuke Death" domain power. [roll0]

[Hestraim]

The first shocker lizard is obliterated by Abby's attack. It keels over from the large gash, blood begins to pool within the puddle it was in.

The second lizards moves to Abby, attempting to bite him with its razor sharp teeth. Its attack is parried.

Faeron and Rogran's attacks hit with striking accuracy, the lizard is severely bloodied.

[Morbis Meh]

Her dance of death now in full swing, Abigail parries nimbly with but a single, efficient and elegant motion and with another quick and flawless motion she unleashes a vicious counter blow aimed for the lizards heart. Her blade, enhanced with her latent powers launches forward towards its target.

Swift to maintain battle dance, move traded for another swift for arcane strike and a standard attack action
To hit [roll0]
damage [roll1]

[shugyosha]

Rogran

The dancing midget blocked his clear shot. Quickly repositioning himself he releases another arrow.


[roll0] to hit
[roll1] damage
[roll2] crit
[roll3] crit damage

[pyrocide]

The metal-plated dwarf lies face down on the ground, unconscious. While the bit of healing Labhrás gave to Robeh was certainly more than enough to save the dwarf from any real serious danger, he hadn't quite come to his senses yet.

He does however dream.

He dreams of his homeland, and his family. Though his clan name is Stonebeard, his family is very close to the Grizzlebeards. The Grizzlebeards are a warm, if eccentric family. They are noted for their affinity for their ironworking, and their "accents" - That is, their inability to make even a little bit of sense when they speak. Most non-dwarven humaniods believe the Grizzlebeards to be speaking mostly in Dwarf when trying to communicate in Common, but the reality is that the Grizzlebeards speak the same gibberish no matter the language. It took a great many years away from the clan to finally keep his Grizzle-tongue in check, though he sometimes slips back into it, especially when sleep talking.

A low grumble came from under the body of the dwarf. The grumble slowly escalated in volume till it became easy for the rest of the group to hear. The sound became a voice, saying something that no one could easily recognize.

"Grizzle... gramble... grum. Grumble Orc grunkle. Gristle... Pop grendle. Gerr Eugghhh gostle."

For the next few seconds after, Robeh can be heard retelling the tale of his first Orc kill in his sleep, although in his Grizzlebeard dialect it would be nearly impossible to detect a story, more the odd grumblings of an unconscious dwarf.