Cormyr - The Tearing of the Wave Take 2

[Grimtina]

Coming from HERE (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?232730-Cormyr-The-Tearing-of-the-Wave/)

The wand's magic missiles reduce the skeleton to dust, and it smells as if the bones had been covered with mold for a while.

[razorback]

Removed everything for the reboot.

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx follows suit, after quaffing his potion, he draws his frost short sword and organripper, before following Savin into the room.

[LtPowers]

Maesyn nods and follows. "There's no shame in retreat, if we have to. The golem would be unlikely to pursue."


Maesyn Silverhair

[razorback]

"Understood." Savin bellows out to Maesyn as he tries to stay focused on the golem.

[Ouroborosi]

Waiting to see what skeletons are turned by there cleric and what not. the gnome readies his wand to shoot at the one that would remain.

[Grimtina]

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/tower-0.jpg

The first 2 of you move into the entrance, dimly lit by lights which seem to seep away into shadow. The scent speaks of dust and decay, but also has a faint iron touch.

Savin and Ryx stand on a small ledge right in front of a wooden wall, with really steep stairs going down to their left and right. There is a slight draft coming up, as if further down in the building were more openings.

Going down requires a balance check. Also include tumble checks in case of failure

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx, gripping his favored dagger, the drow-made organripper, and his frost sword, the elf carefully skulks down the stairs, following Savin.


Balance: [roll0]
Tumble: [roll1]

[razorback]

Savin navigates his way down, conscious of keeping his balance as he move.


Balance
[roll0]

Tumble
[roll1]

[Ouroborosi]

Waiting for the more buff members of the group to get down. Quill starts to decent himself as careful as possible. As his weasel familiar jumps of his shoulder her blue eyes look disapoted as she fails to make her master feel more secure and hurry his decent.


taking 10 or 20 if possible balance [roll0] tumble [roll1]

weasel's don't need to roll

[Grimtina]

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/tower-1.jpg (green dot is Axara, the arrow symbol is the weasel anytime it's not on the master)

Savin, despite trying his best to keep his balance,slips up halfway down to the next landing. Unable to catch himself on the walls, he slids down to the landing on his behind, then managing to stop any further descent relatively easily.

Rix has no trouble to come to the next landing, carefully avoiding any slips. This doesn't help all that much however, because at the same time a certain weasel weasels its way down the stairs with the ease of a 4-legged,small critter, Quill finds that the type of steps and especially their state does not go together well with his own feet. The force of his weight crashing into Rix is enough to unbalance him as well. He would have been able to catch himself, most likely, but avoiding stepping on Savin causes him to land right next to him, with the wizard on top. That's when Axara and Maesyn come rolling down behind just when everyone else is trying to stand up again, and a host of bodies rolls down the next part of the stairs. Only Axara has managed not to tumble down with everyone else and descends very carefully down the second flight of stairs after the rest. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't a lot of noise.

Asides from everyone's pride, nothing sems to be injured. A short pain here, a weird feeling there... and then there is the weasel, looking back at everyone from the dim light of the landing's opening into a larger room. "What are you all doing?" those eyes seem to say.

From the room, a weird scent comes in. It is not quite the stench of death, but it is definitely not much better than that.

[Ouroborosi]

As Quill crawls up his hands, ellbows and knees sting.
With his familiar connection he replies "Where playing football, but as we just discovered where missing a sheep bladder. We now feel like fools."

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryxikor stands up and dusts himself off. He glares at the rodent, but doesn't say anything as they have pressing matters at hand, a golem. The elf scans the room and his almond shaped eyes lock on the doorway to their right. "I'm making my way to that bridge." With that, the elven rogue dashes through the room and jumps into a somersault as he tries to tumble past the danger, ending on the bridge..


tumble: [roll0]
tumble: [roll1]

[razorback]

Feeling his pride more sorely damaged than his rear, Savin stands up and knocks the detritus off, with the small comfort that he wasn't the only one to have lost his footing.

As Ryx begins to move he frowns at the bridge, then looks at the others. "Worse ways out there to die, I suppose." putting the point of his spear down to check the surface, he follows the nimble elf, if not so gracefully.


Balance
[roll0]

Tumble
[roll1]


Hide
[roll2]
Move Silently
[roll3]

[LtPowers]

After picking himself up and dusting himself off, Maesyn waits to see what the others encounter before moving.


Maesyn Silverhair

[Grimtina]

Far more elegantly than his decent down the stairs, Ryx tumbles right by the slow reacting golem and doesn't even fall off the bridge as he rolls out of the room.

Savin, on the other hand, carefully and silently makes his way across, and the golem, who seems to be the source of the stench, notices him way too late. But the blasted creation has now taken a step to the middle of the room and is in a way better position to watch over the room.

[puffmagicdragon]

Seeing the golem's response to Ryx's and Savin's quick pass thru, the wily elf doesn't waste a moment, he quickly turns and reaches into the open flap of his magical haversack, and with but a thought grabs the item that sits on top. He deftly strikes the tip of the smokestick and gently tosses it to where the golem is standing, hoping to engulf it in the mist and hamper it's vision, to allow his comrades a safer passage.

[Ouroborosi]

Whispering to the elf "What way are we going? I could cast an illusional sound in the other direction, or maybe Silver Chants over here could move a small rock with the spell on it around?"

[razorback]

Practically hissing, Savin says "To your right. Move quickly while I cover you." he says, his body like a spring ready to uncoil.

[LtPowers]

"Golems are immune to magic, remember?" Maesyn reminds Quill. He quickly moves in the direction indicated.


Maesyn Silverhair

[Grimtina]

Map (http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/tower-2.jpg)

The smoke covers the golem, which starts flailing around as if it was an attacker it could defend against, in doing so moving slowly out of the main smoke circle.

Maesyn joggs over to the others, quickly followed by Axara who seems slightly irritated by the smoke, as he stumbles halfway and barely catches himself.

The weasel climbs up on the master's shoulder.

[Ouroborosi]

Seeing there is a whole pathway to the left Quil runs as fast as he can to his companions.

[puffmagicdragon]

With the group safely past the golem, Ryxikor wonders to himself if that's the only way to deal with golems, just sneak past. The elf then slowly turns his head to the rest of the bridge, and scans what they have to traverse. Reluctantly, he moves to the front of the line, would rather be guarding the rear, but the rogue realizes the dangers being on the bridge and wants to make the crossing quick. Ryx, grabs his short bow and nocks an arrow, just in case, as he moves off quietly across the bridge, away from the golem.


balance: [roll0]
hide: [roll1]
move silent: [roll2]

[Grimtina]

The bridge leads to a half-cicle building, one story high, attached directly to the rift wall, it isn't clear it if was build just like that or if it is sitting on a ridge. You are too far away to see any details.

[puffmagicdragon]

With the protection of his potion still in effect, Ryx looks to the others and beckons them forward to see what the one story half-circle building has to offer. Every so often, the elf peers over the edge of the bridge, this shadowy realm pulling at the edges of the warriors nerves urges him onward in hopes of seeing an ending to the capturing of prisoners and the manipulation of the weave. As he gets closer to the building, Ryx looks for any movement, and listens for anything could do them harm.


hide:
move silent: [roll1]
spot: [roll2]
listen: ]roll]1d20+4

[Grimtina]

Everything is eerily calm, save for the gusts of wind swirling the mists aruund the edge of the bridge.

[Ouroborosi]

Knowing that there "Locksmith" has the better eyes and senses.
The accounted approaches as the elf bacons them.

[puffmagicdragon]

Once the group is ready, Ryx shoulders his bow and grabs his dagger and short sword, then slowly moves into the mist and past, scanning with quick darting eyes, and listening for anything that may give enemy away.


hide: [roll0]
move silent: [roll1]
spot: [roll2]
listen: [roll3]

[Grimtina]

There is an open door, the dim lights at the sides barely illuminating anything and low voices in seemingly idle conversation drift out, but you can't hear what they are on about. There are 3 dark shapes barely recognizable in the dim light.

[LtPowers]

Maesyn follows along with trepidation. Getting past that golem was easy... too easy. What kind of guardian was so easily thwarted by a simple smokestick? Considering the treacherous stairway they negotiated, the thought occurred to him that perhaps the challenge wasn't getting in, but getting out.

Of course, should they need the way out, things will have gone so much better for them than he could possibly imagine that maybe it wouldn't matter.


Maesyn Silverhair

[razorback]

Savin follows behind Ryx, the elf becoming another wisp in the ethereal air that surrounds them.
Once he moves to the building he closes the gap a bit as Ryx opens the door, keeping his movement slow and steady as creeps along.


Hide
[roll0]

Move Silently
[roll1]

Listen
[roll2]

Spot
[roll3]

[Grimtina]

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/platform.jpg

While you are silent, you are unfortunately not unseen. Before you get to the door, you can see the dark shapes taking form.

Three gray-skinned humanoids in full plate stand guard here, swords at the ready. The nearest, right by the door (brown balls) has seen you and shrieks a warning. Clearly a female cry.

A steep staircase leads to an upper platform. In the northernmost corner are foot-tall mushrooms with eerie-looking faces on their caps. Your hear a gentle whooshing sound every second or so coming from something atop the platform.

[Ouroborosi]

Quill wonders what his companions will do wanting to put as much distance between him and his enemies he takes his wand and fires his blue wand at the armored guy that is hogging al the mushrooms.

initiative [roll0]

magic missile [roll1]

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx moves into the room, hugging the wall and moving towards the south. He grips the hilts of his weapons tightly in anticipation in what may happen next.


Init: [roll0]

[razorback]

Savin stands ready to charge.


Initiative
[roll0]

[Grimtina]

Savin
Axara
Acolyte 1
Acolyte 2
Ryx
Acolyte 3
Quill
Maesyn


http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/platform1.jpg

The acolyte closest to the mushrooms gives a yell or surprise as the magic missile hits, just to be confronted by Axe.

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx moves south to confront the acolyte near the stairs, blades in hand, "Whats going on here?".


He stops at the square northeast diagonal next to the acolyte.

[razorback]

Savin, seeing his allies act, quickly throws his spears at the armored guard as he then whips his chain out, grin on his face in the darkness.


Question - What is the green dot?

Savin
AC ~19; Current ~ 19
HP ~ 60; Current ~49



Standard action

Throw spear at the guard nearest the mushrooms
[roll0]


Crit Conf
[roll1]

Damage
[roll2]


Move Action
Take out spiked chain


Effects ~

[Ouroborosi]

Quill fires of an othe charge of his wand to the nearest enemy [roll0]

[Grimtina]

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/platform3.jpg

Savin catches the acolyte closest to the door with his spear in a weak point of the armor, piercing her leg. At the same time, Axara's mace just bumps off the woman. With an outraged cry, she lashes out to Ax, and her sword slices a deep gash in Ax' side (11 damage).

The woman by the stairs elegantly swings at Ryx and slices his arm (4 damage), while the third moves in to flank him. "Mistress of Night, watch over us!" she shouts.

Quill's missile hits the closest acolyte again, making her sway and curse. Maesyn moves into the room and spots movment further up on the upper platform. "Someone else there," he shouts.

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx takes a step back to avoid being flanked, then attacks the acolyte next to him with all his attacks.


HP: 52/52
AC: 19

Free action: 5' step to the east
Full round action: all 3 attacks with short sword and dagger

1st attack short sword: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
cold damage: [roll2]

2nd attack dagger: [roll3]
damage: [roll4]

3rd attack short sword: [roll5]
damage: [roll6]
cold damage: [roll7]

[Ouroborosi]

Headings the bards warning Quill start to speak to his familiar

Assistant i got a small task for you, there is sound coming from stairs. Be a dear and check it out, please. Keep save.

With that his familiar jumps of his shoulder and hides where she has a sight up the stairs.

With no real danger in the room yet, the illusionist points his wand and the nearest enemy and fires.


Familiar moving to the stairs Hide [roll0] Spot [roll1]

Another charge from his weaker magic missile wand [roll2]

[LtPowers]

Maesyn begins singing a song of courage while staying out of melee range of any combatants.

Move action: Move to a safe location without being more than 15' away from an ally.

Standard action: inspire courage


Maesyn Silverhair

[razorback]

As the woman strikes at Axara, Savin growls deep in his throat as he swings his chain in a deadly arc, building momentum, and then lashes out.


Savin
AC ~19; Current ~ 21
HP ~ 60; Current ~49



Full Round Action

Attack #1 with spiked chain
[roll0]


Crit Conf
[roll1]

Damage
[roll2]

Attack #2 with spiked chain
[roll3]

Crit Conf
[roll4]

Damage
[roll5]



Effects ~
Inspire - +1 to hit and damage.

[Grimtina]

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/platform4.jpg

Savin
Axara
Acolyte 1
Acolyte 2
Ryx
Acolyte 3
Quill (and familiar)
Maesyn
Priestess

Savin's chain wraps right around the woman's throat, cutting her air supply off and tearing a badly bleeding gush, but to his dismay it hasn't torn any major blood vessel - yet. But the thought is moot as Axara, face showing a holy rage, extends her hand and blasts forward a searing divine light, engulfing the enemy's head. The acolyte, who had been in the process of using her own spell, falls to the ground, and if she hasn't been dead before, the chain audibly breaks her neck in the fall.

Ryx takes a step back and the sword of one of his opponents slices the air where he just had been. The other woman uses his evasion to land a skilled stab at his side; he can feel the blade glising off his ribs instead of piercing his heart. Without letting up, the acolyte tries to follow up by beheading him but barely cuts a few hairs off the same time his own attack bounces off her armor. But his dagger finds his way home through an opening in her armor, piercing her leg, but then his sword misses again.

The weasel, really liking the song Maesyn sings, weasels up the stair's reiling a bit and cowers as to not be seen. Big nasty woman, bigger staff, mad mad face coming to stairs Then suddenly there is a painful squeak of the little animal.

Quill, seeing that one of the evil women is down, directs his wand at the only other one he can freely see, the one who has just hurt Ryx. He's rewarded with an angry scream.

[Ouroborosi]

Quill warns his familiar to return as he pulls another wand from his pouch and fires a charge from his wand with a Web spell in the priestess direction.

I don't want to catch allies in the area

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx continues his assault on the same acolyte.


HP: ?/52
AC: 19

Full round action: attack with both weapons

1st attack short sword: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
cold damage: [roll2]

2nd attack dagger: [roll3]
damage: [roll4]

3rd attack: [roll5]
damage: [roll6]
cold damage: [roll7]

[puffmagicdragon]

crit confirm: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]

[LtPowers]

Maesyn continues his magical, musical inspiration. It looks like the others have combat well in hand for the moment, at least.

All allies: +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.


Maesyn Silverhair

[razorback]

Body falling to the ground, Savin give a violent jerk, releasing his chain in a bloody scene, as he quickly turn and moves towards the sounds of combat. Running up behind the elven mercenary, he says "To your left." knowing his allies instincts will get him to move as he lashes out with his chain.


Savin
AC ~19; Current ~ 21
HP ~ 60; Current ~49

Move Action
Move to just behind Ryx


Standard Action - Attack the one not adjacent to Ryx
Attack #1 with spiked chain
[roll0]


Crit Conf
[roll1]

Damage
[roll2]





Effects ~
Inspire - +1 to hit and damage.

[Grimtina]

Savin
Axara
Ryx
Priestess
Quill
Maesyn

http://www.krath.org/arania/Regional%20series/platform5.jpg

The combined efforts of Ryx and Savin make short work of the two acolytes, as both of the young women fail to land a hit, slightly unnerved by the bard's singing. Axara moves in front of Maesyn to protect him from whatever comes down the stairs, while the weasel limps past him, chittering pitifully. It's right back leg is injured, and a charred piece of fur can be seen. The reason for this becomes painfully clear, as a figure dressed in black armor and robes steps into view and steps down a bit. The woman smiles cruelly and the large staff she is carrying hurls a lightning bolt right at Axara, originally aimed at the bard. With a shout, Ax stumbles backwards (7 damage). A moment later, a magical web forms over the dark lady, entangling her and her staff.

[Ouroborosi]

Shocked by the wounds the evil woman inflicted to his small assistant.

Quill waves his hands chants and 4 magic missiles fly toward her.

"Cruelty against animals isn't tolerated young lady."

magic missile [roll0]

[LtPowers]

Maesyn stops his oratory to cast a healing spell on Axara.

Standard action: cure light wounds on Axara: [roll0]



Maesyn Silverhair

[puffmagicdragon]

Once Savin moves, Ryx is able to make his way up the stairs to attack this new threat.


HP: 40/52
AC: 21 vs new threat, 19 vs any others

move 30' up stairs
standard action: attack with short sword

attack: [roll0]
damage: [roll1]
cold damage: [roll2]

edit: forgot to add +1 bonus to attack and damage

[razorback]

The acrid smell in the air, Savin looks pained for a moment as he sees Axara take blast of lightning.
Face becoming grim, he steps over to the woman on the stairs and lashes out with his chain, low as he seeks to trip the web entangled woman.




Savin
AC ~19; Current ~ 21
HP ~ 60; Current ~49

Move Action
Move up stairs to within range of woman


Standard Action Attack
trip attack with spiked chain
[roll0] touch attack
Crit Conf
[roll1]
Opposed strength check
[roll2]
Follow up if successful
[roll3]
Crit Confirmation
[roll4]
Damage
[roll5]



Effects ~
Inspire - +1 to hit and damage.

[Grimtina]

Stuck in the web, the priestess doesn't have much chance to defend herself, Savin's chains bring about her fall and she's also being slashed up by Ryx, just as the magic missiles hit her. But she still manages to let another blast of lighting out towards Ryx (7 damage). Just then the magic missiles hit her and the staff drops from her fingers. "So we've underestimated you!" she gasps. "But he will kill you in the name of the Dark Lady!" Then the last breath leaves her and she shuts up forever.

The disciples each have a full plate, heavy steel shield, heavy crossbow with altogether 33 bolts, masterwork longsword, a potion clearly marked as "cure meodate wounds" - with the spelling error. The priestess has a masterwork longsword, a breastplate and the staff

[LtPowers]

Maesyn uses his wand of cure light wounds on Ryx. "It would seem they're expecting us," he remarks dryly. He picks out eight of the crossbow bolts to start; he'll take more if there are still some left once the other crossbow wielders have taken a share.

Cure light: [roll0]


Maesyn Silverhair

[razorback]

As the silver-throated half-elf checks on the health of their friends, Savin quickly checks to make sure that their foes are truly dead. Once convinced, he stows his chain around his arm and retrieves his spear, holding it at the ready.
"It would seem you're right. Knowing this, does it change how we proceed? With a bit more caution, I suppose." he says as he moves back near the others.

[puffmagicdragon]

After Ryx accepts the healing from Maesyn he helps the warrior check the room to make sure nothing of value or of interest is left behind. "It seems many of them have known about us, maybe just didn't know we were this close." Before leaving Ryx takes a potion off his belt and drinks it, then heads down the steps to the south.


HP: 41/52

[Ouroborosi]

The gnome looks as everone get healed then he looks at his burning familiar.

he opens his last cure light wounds potion and feeds it to her.

[roll0]

[razorback]

As everyone is tended to, even Quills little friend, Savin looks around before speaking.
"Everyone ready? I'll take point. Any other preparations we should make before we go forward?

[Ouroborosi]

Quill looks at the staff trying to find out of it is magical

Knowledge Arcane [roll]1d20+12[roll]

[puffmagicdragon]

When Savin offers to move to the front, the elf steps aside letting him pass and let's the rest of the group pass also, as Ryx takes up the rear guard again, making sure no one comes up from behind as he watches over his shoulder every so often.


spot: [roll0]
listen: [roll1]

[Grimtina]

Familiar feels fine again

The staff is clearly magical, responsible for the lightning bolts, and it seems to have a several charges left, although the details aren't clear at this moment.

Before you can move out, you notice a hissing sound from the upper part of this little alcove.

[LtPowers]

"Shh," Maesyn commands. "Hear that?"


Maesyn Silverhair

[Ouroborosi]

Quill and his familiar listen and take sniff in the air.
As the gnome takes the staff

Listen [roll0]

[Grimtina]

It could be someone breathing.. or maybe not.

[puffmagicdragon]

The elven mercenary stops suddenly, wondering what the noise could be. Ryx glances around searching the shadows as he listens for the noise again.


listen: [roll0]
spot: [roll1]

[Grimtina]

It sure does sound like labored breathing, however, the large thing slightly moving in the back of the shadows looks like giant bellows.

[razorback]

Relieved slightly at the sight of the bellows, but wondering why they would be down here, Savin nods at the others before starting to move into the room, keeping his eyes peeled as he move, shield up and spear out.

[Grimtina]

The strange contraption moves on its own, obviously pumping something to somewhere, but it is not cleare what. A slight feeling of unease befalls all who come near.

[LtPowers]

"Quill, have you ever seen something like this?" Maesyn asks, knowing that Gnomes often used bellows for more than just stoking fires. Maesyn himself looks for signs of a magic force animating the bellows.

Maesyn will 'aid another' for Quill on any Spellcraft or Knowledge (arcana) check: [roll0] (+10 for Spellcraft, +13 for Knowledge (arcana))


Maesyn Silverhair

[Ouroborosi]

"I am an accounted. Not a Bagpipe player." The gnome replies as he studies the contraption.

[roll0] knowledge check Arcane ranks +8, Architecture +6 and the planes +3

[puffmagicdragon]

Ryx slowly moves closer to the contraption with the others, but once the gnome starts bickering with Maesyn, Ryx starts backing away from the bellows to watch to make sure nobody sneaks up on the group.

"We can figure this out later. Lets move on to see what lies ahead of us."


spot: [roll0]
listen: [roll1]

[razorback]

Savin nods to Ryx, lips slightly upturned, as the elf is usually a bit more conscious of being stealthy. But, with all the noise going, he thinks, no one can probably hear us speaking.
Crouching and moving forward, the compact plainsman continues with their search to find their quarry.