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Filtro
2014-09-16, 09:13 AM
http://i.imgur.com/dH1vxA7.jpg
For five years, the faithful of Sandpoint have attended church in smaller wooden structures rebuilt after fire destroyed the previous temple, and while their new pastor Abstalar was helpful, kind, and wise, church wasn't the same. Now, the new cathedral is finally done. All that remains is for the Swallowtail Festival to renew the site’s blessings from the gods and it will be as if the Sandpoint Fire had never occurred.
Each of you are in attendance, for your own reasons, at the Swallowtail Festival on the first day of autumn in Sandpoint, and you have just arrived.
I assume all of you have the Rise of the Runelords Player's Guide, which is free. Please check Sandpoint's map and information. Each of you should state the motive of your visit to Sandpoint during the Festival. Have fun.
Tychris1
2014-09-16, 10:09 AM
Skrillak pulled the cowl closer to his head, crouching and shifting about as he tried to avoid any prying eyes. He had heard of a festival from some wondering merchant with too much to drink, and where there were festivals, there were plenty of opportunities to thrive and resupply for the road ahead. Even after travelling so far, Skrillak still held a bad feeling in his gut, eyeing every shadow suspiciously in fear that Hurj would return once more to torture him. Shaking his head, Skrillak continued to mosey about slowly, knowing all too well that goblins were not a welcome sight in, well, anywhere really.
Crossing through Mud Lane, Skrillak continued to look for any materials he could scavenge or loot. He had left the large majority of his gear at a campsite off the side of Lost Coast Road, guarded by his "Loyal" Goblin Dog. All he carried with him were his daggers, his armor, and his trusty greatclub "Thwacker" (Which resembled more of a wood plank then a real club weapon).
Kaetos walked through the northgate of Sandpoint. After more than a week of wandering the region, he was please to finaly arrive for the famed Swallowtail festival. Kaetos was hoping this festival would be a good opportunity to meet plenty of people and show them that a tiefling is more than an infernal spawn.
Walking down church street, Kaetos first stop was to admire the new cathedral, a proof that every one can have a new begining if they put enough effort behind it.
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-16, 10:55 AM
Having just snuck off a boat, Lei-alor had been skulking her way away from the harbor, trying to avoid attention. The only possessions on her person are her arms and armor, her clothes, and a small pouch full of gold (safely tucked under her armor). She assumed that she stood out, so to lessen her possibly hostile appearance, she kept her shortbow and rapier put away, as well as her buckler.
After eavesdropping on a couple from around a corner into an alley, she learned of the festival and decided to make her way there. She honestly doubted that those pirates had any idea where she was, and refused to be so paranoid as to avoid something like a festival in order to escape their attention. Besides, she just lost basically the only "family" she ever had (not counting her friends), and was looking to distract herself from the thought of it.
Feeling more confident in her decision (and being safely away from the harbor), she strides openly down the street towards the festival, as if she has every right to be doing what she is doing. And by the gods, she could use some food and drink.
Athaleon
2014-09-16, 01:48 PM
Kailis stood admiring the new cathedral, the way the lines of its architecture lent it both strength and beauty. Not bad at all, for a town all the way out here.
He could rarely bring himself to leave his studies these days, but he supposed it would be good to enjoy a little levity. It would also be good for the townspeople to see him out & about, and not as some reclusive shut-in mage doing gods-knew-what on the edge of town. The generous flask of linnorm mead he'd purchased from the tavern went a long way toward helping his mood, too.
Redshaw
2014-09-16, 04:21 PM
With a room purchased at the White Deer Inn and her belongings successfully stowed there, Aeslief (https://i.minus.com/jpbOlpUbix5RV.jpg) wanders the festival not in the trappings of a warrior, but a maiden. With a dress of beautifully dyed wool, purchased from a local tailor, worn under her artisan leather armor, and a bear skin cloak, she has engaged in the reveling and worship of the Swallowtail festival. Her hair is worn long, with braids and trinkets festooned in its curls. Her purse is tied to her belt, often opened to purchase pies and trinkets from the festival merchants, but it sits next to a finely crafted short sword, warning would-be thieves that she is no helpless traveler, ripe for plucking or mugging.
As she wanders the town, engaging with the townsfolk and introducing herself to the figureheads of the village, she makes a special stop at the shrine for Gozreh. Here, she kneels in fealty, offering donations of food, gold and prayer. Father Sky. Mother Ocean. Keep my father safe and the earth beneath his feet green and rich. Bless my tribe with goodly weather and generous harvest; do not let them forget me as I have not them. She bows to baptize her head in the pool, which is custom to be found in Gozreh's places of worship, surrendering her spirit to the God's will.
Satisfied with the fealty shown, Aesleif moves on to the rest of the town, once more allowing herself to be caught up in the festival's frivolities. She will purchase a flower wreath, if available, and wear it. Autumn: the time to bid adieu to kind summer, and prepare oneself for unforgiving winter.
Asleif will leave 20 gp worth of goods and gold at Gozreh's shrine.
Filtro
2014-09-17, 01:30 PM
The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly, as scheduled, on the first day of autumn. The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.
The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival. Mayor Deverin’s friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone’s but Larz’s amusement. Sheriff Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening’s bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire that claimed the town’s previous church five years ago.
Fortunately, Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd’s mood back up with his rousing anecdotes as he delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of “The Harpy’s Curse,” revealing that the lead role of Avisera the harpy queen will be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.
At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon’s cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna—a furious storm of a thousand swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.
Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes—this event is a marketing push by the taverns as much to win new customers as it is to feed a hungry crowd. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced
salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the other offerings, such as the Hagfish’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison.
Kaetos his happy to be there for the festival opening. He watch and listen closesy, as all these different people's speachs bring hopes and smiles to the townfolks. When the butterflies are release into the air, he close his eyes and say a prayer he read not so long ago, on a shrine near Magnimar:
"Blessed is the long road, the destination, the homeward path, and all who make the journey. Let each dream be a bright star in the night sky of your mind, lighting your path in the day."
The tiefling wander around the tents and tables in the square, admiring the work of these craftmans. He then go taste all the wonderfull meals cook by the taverns of the town. He take the time to thank each cook, for these succulent meal and mead
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-17, 05:09 PM
Lei-alor listens to the speeches from the back of the crowd while leaning against the corner of a building, occasionally looking back as if expecting trouble. She pays attention, but has no frame of reference for most of what is said; she's only ever heard the name of this town before. Her rapier is half drawn as the butterflies spill into the air; she's never seen one before and is both surprised and mesmerized.
At the mention of free lunch, Lei-alor is all ears. Over the course of half an hour, she manages to get her hands on all three of the various meals; she is starving and completely unashamed of her greedy appetite. She sits by herself at one of the tables, trying to avoid attention while eating. One of the butterflies lands on the far end of her table; catching and holding her attention as she eats.
Redshaw
2014-09-18, 09:54 AM
Aeslief sucked in the cool autumn air into her lungs with a gasp as the butterflies are released. In her country, feasts were a celebration of life and time spent not traveling in frozen wastelands, where the cold rattled your bones, and Auril's promise of death echoed on the winds. The cold in these lands did nothing to her bones, and the snow goddess' macabre words were no where to be found, but still the people feasted.
Instead, these people revelled with excess in their harvest time; such adulation over the reconstruction of a cathedral. Mind you, the Ulfen traditionally built wooden building and wooden cities, easily constructed and just enough to isolate from the chill, but ultimately nothing permanent. What a strange, but wonderful people these Varisians were. Aeslief wondered how her own tribe would react to such extravagance; poorly, most likely. Her clan were a poor and spartan people; they feasted rarely, their clothes were simple and their jewelry was made of bone and wood. To the Ulfen, it was not a man's wealth that spoke of his character, but his lineage and his actions. Linnorm kings were chosen by their ability to find and kill the elusive and dangerous fey dragon - Aeslief herself would find one to slay when the time came. But until then, she would learn from her neighbors. Perhaps the extravagance of this festival was "unnecessary," but it certainly was entertaining.
Priests of Desna were not at all uncommon in her home country, though her tribe, one of fishermen and farmers, revered Gozrah most of all. Still, Aeslief could offer pennance to the Tender of Dreams. She was an old goddess, and one to be equally loved and feared.
The tribal princess takes care to try a bit of every dish being served - though she fills herself mostly on venison and mead, the meal most resembling the diet of her clan. With her appetite sated, Aeslief rejoins in the festivities, dancing where there is music and marveling where there is art. She takes the time to meet the people of this strange land and learn as much as she can from their way of life.
Athaleon
2014-09-20, 02:32 PM
It wasn't long before Kailis was stuffed. He'd almost forgotten what good food tasted like, he'd subsisted on simple and inexpensive fare for far too long. The good food and drink made him more jovial than he'd been in years, he'd even taken to making small talk with the townspeople. He noted with amusement that it looked like some of them had come from far abroad.
Tychris1
2014-09-22, 05:38 AM
Skrillak eyed the food with a watering mouth and flopping tongue, his stomach rumbling as he took in the sight of the feast. Moving swiftly, Skrillak moved to the nearest platter to fill his plate before beating a hasty retreat. Scampering away, Skrillak dove for cover to avoid further sight, and once he was sure he was hidden behind an alleyway, he began to stuff his face with all the food his stubby hands could grip.
Filtro
2014-09-22, 11:19 AM
Finally, as the sun begins to set, a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage.
He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human.
The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
Everyone roll a Spot check.
Tychris1
2014-09-22, 12:13 PM
Skrillak reached for Thwacker instinctively sensing danger in the air. Where there was blood, there was bound to be more of it.
[roll0]
Kaetos was on the way to take a second serving of this fabulous salmon when this comotion happened. He stop right where he was, and start looking around for the source of this strange disturbance.
[roll0]
Athaleon
2014-09-22, 05:21 PM
Kailis looked around in confusion, not quite sure what he was hearing. His raven had been looking around too, in an almost comical emulation of its master.
Kailis' check: [roll0]
Familiar's check: [roll1]
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-23, 12:15 PM
Lei-alor stands and draws her bow; she's not sure what's going on, but she's sure she's about to kill something. Her blood boils at the sight of the poor dog.
[roll0]
Redshaw
2014-09-23, 03:14 PM
Aeslief spits out the venison she idley chewed with the dogs whimper. A mixture of anger and joy boils her blood at the prospect of coming battle, even though she was poorly outfitted for it; she didn't even have her legendary Earth Breaker at hand. Standing up, she unsheathes her blade and whirls it at the ready, other hand straightening to push back people behind her, lest they get caught up in the battle.
Perhaps this refined city had something more to offer than fancy food and vulgar spectacles of wealth.
[roll0]
Filtro
2014-09-23, 03:35 PM
Lei-alor, Kaetos, Kailis and his Familiar see that the shape that raced by and killed the dog now hides at the edge of the wagon—a single goblin, licking the blood from its dogslicer as it looks excitedly at the crowd, seeking out a new target.
Surprise round for everyone listed above. After that, if your option is to fight the goblin, please roll initiative.
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-23, 04:40 PM
Lei-alor nocks an arrow and lets loose at the goblin.
Assuming she has a clear shot with no townspeople in the way.
Shortbow: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
if critical:
Shortbow: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]
Initiative: [roll4]
Athaleon
2014-09-23, 05:31 PM
"Goblin!" Kailis yelled as he spotted the creature, and pointed at it. Instinctively, he cast a warding spell about himself as he looked frantically around for a weapon.
Kailis casts Mage Armor on himself.
Initiative: [roll0]
Kaetos finaly spot what was causing all this ruckus. A goblin. Killing a dog. And now he was threatening the townfolks.
Kaetos draw and load his crossbow.
[roll0]
Ps: i'm on my phone so i hope it will work
Redshaw
2014-09-23, 06:52 PM
As other members of the crowd identify the invader, Aeslief cackles cheerfully and flourishes her blade in a martial pattern, "Surrender or die, dog-spittle." She knows her art.
Initiative [roll0]
If the goblin isn't killed before her turn, she'll attempt an intimidate check. If the check is successful, she'd prefer to cow the goblin into laying down arms, but I know some DM's who prefer to just give the intimidated party the Shaken modifier.
Roll for Intimidate [roll1]
Though the goblin has drawn her attention, Aeslief is quite aware of the typical tactics these creatures employ. This won't be the only one among the crowd. She takes care to give herself wide berth from the crowd, lest one attempt to come from behind.
Sorry my first attempt didnt work, i don't know if it's because i was on my phone or whatever.
[roll0]
Tychris1
2014-09-23, 11:47 PM
Another goblin? In Sandpoint? Skrillak's gut instinctively wrenched as he thought of his precious campsite being plundered by his idiotic kin. He'd have to bash some sense into them if they didn't quite understand the concept of secluded property. Thwacker fully in hand, he begins to truly enter a predatory prowling state, sniffing the air and lurking in the shadows as he tries to trace any further bumbling goblins.
Initiative:[roll0]
Stealth:[roll1]
Perception:[roll2]
Filtro
2014-09-24, 08:58 AM
Surprise Round
- Lei' Alor shoots the goblin in the knee. As the goblin screams in his own language, two more run in your direction, and you realize many more goblins are coming your way, chanting...
- Kaetos - you still have your surprise round
- Kailis - casts Mage Armor on himself.
Initiative order
1 - Lei-Alor, Kaetos and Skrillax
2 - Goblins 1 and 3
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
4 - Goblin 2
The goblins gain the benefits of their warchanter’s inspire courage, gaining a + morale bonus on saving throws against fear and charm and on attack and damage rolls.
You hear them chanting in the distance:
Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!
Tychris1
2014-09-24, 01:41 PM
Perhaps this unexpected ambush could be used to Skrillak's advantage. He needed goblins to boss around and start a clan to begin with, and he needed the aid of the big un's to properly equip them and get more resources. Two birds one stone, or in this case, one wooden "sword". Grinning maliciously, Skrillak belted out a high pitch shriek before rushing out of his cover at the nearest goblin, throwing himself into a murderous frenzy to cow his brethren. Perhaps what was even more disturbing then then the flurry of fur, skin, and bloodied wood was that he was madly cackling and..... Singing?
Do you like my sword, sword?
Sword, my wooden sword, sword!
You cannot afford, 'ford
My wooden sword, sword!
Even if you could, could
You are dead, dead!
Perform, Sing:[roll0]
Go into a Frenzy, +4 Strength/Con
Charge:[roll1] potentially +8 if I'm the only creature threatened by the Goblin due to Goblin Over-Confidence.
Damage:[roll2]
Sorry i really didnt see i had the surprise round :S! I edited my earlier post to reflect that.
Kaetos was a bit confuse to see another goblin burst out of nowhere and jump at the throat of these green-skin dogs killer, but he didnt let that distract him too much. His crossbow loaded and ready, he take aim and shoot
Kaetos shoot at the already wounded goblin if he's not the one in melee with Skrillak. If he is, he shot at the closest goblin between the 2 others.
Attack roll: [roll0]
Dmg : [roll1]
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-24, 08:05 PM
At first not quite sure if the orange goblin is a friend, she sees it attack the others and decides to capitalize on it's appearance and take aim at another goblin. She chooses the closest one with which she has a clear shot and releases.
Shortbow: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
if critical:
Shortbow: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]
Filtro
2014-09-28, 07:17 AM
Skrillax's singing was horrible. He charged Goblin 1, decapitating it and killing it instantly.
Kaetos and Lei-alor each shoot an arrow to the heads of the approaching goblins and kill both of them.
Each of you gains 80xp.
Initiative order is still in effect, as all of you sense an army of goblins racing everywhere, running amok and singing and slashing indiscriminately. No goblins close by this round.
Kaetos reload his crossbow, walk up to the dead goblin bodies and say to the 4 other adventurers:
" I don't know who you are, but if you are willing to help we should try to stop the rest of the goblins before they cause more trouble."
Athaleon
2014-09-28, 09:22 AM
Kailis examined the bodies for any weapon that he might be able to use. His spells could do only so much, and it'd be good to have a backup handy. Their kit looked crude, but maybe he'd find some stolen weapon of decent quality among them. Typical goblin scum, too dim to do anything but steal from their betters.
"I'm with you. Where did the townspeople flee to? And where are the guardsmen?"
Filtro
2014-09-28, 02:22 PM
A sudden bloom of fire grabs your attention. A group of goblins has found the cart full of fuel for the bonfire just south of the festival grounds and have lit it on fire.
Several cackling and shrieking goblins armed with dogslicers and torches just approached your location. As soon as the goblins see you, they shriek in delight and attack. You count 4 regular warrior goblins and 1 warchanter coming your way.
http://i994.photobucket.com/albums/af69/jrprzyby/RotRL%20Burnt%20Offerings/GoblinWarchanter.jpg
Initiative Order
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillax
2 - Goblins 1, 2, 3, 4 and Warchanter
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Seeing the 5 goblins coming their way, Kaetos reach in his pocket and pull out a bomb and throw it their way.
I move toward the goblins until they are 20 ft away from me and throw my bomb at the one in the middle so the splash will touch some of the other
Ranged touch attack:[roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] fire dmg
Edit: forgot point-black shot! +1 to hit and +1 to dmg, even if it will change nothing...
splash around the target, 4 fire dmg, Refl DC 14 for half(only for the splash)
Seharvepernfan
2014-09-28, 09:58 PM
Lei-alor moves on top of the nearest table in the direction of the approaching goblins, nocking a third arrow and firing it at the warchanter. "Slay the loud one!"
She now regrets eating so much...somewhat.
Shortbow: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
if critical:
Shortbow: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]
Redshaw
2014-09-29, 08:43 PM
With a hiss and a cry, invoking Thrym and the old gods of ice and war, Aeslief takes her sword in both hands and begins to lead the march toward the goblin war party without fear or hesitation. Goblins possessed both cruelty and cleverness, but often balked in the face of bald resistance. They also were quick to scatter with the loss of a leader and there was no questioning which among them held this title.
Goblins, dangerous, but simple.
"Come, then, filth!"
Taking a ready action. If any goblin moves within 30 ft, Aeslief will charge and attack.
Attack roll: [roll0]
Damage roll: [roll1]
Tychris1
2014-09-29, 10:33 PM
Looking down at the decapitated head, Skrillak began to breathe in a much slower pace, his blood rage ending as the surrounding goblins were killed or fled in fear. His muscles grew a bit tired from the rush, his body naturally coming down from the adrenaline high, but he was almost thrown back into it again as he looked up and saw all the tall ones around him with weapons out. Instinctively clutching Thwacker, he almost bared his teeth when it dawned on him that they weren't attacking him. Perhaps they weren't so dense as to ignore aid when it is given freely. Rolling his shoulders forward, Skrillak notes the Goblin war party rapidly approaching, and brandishes a toothy gein at the sight.
Holding up his wooden blunt force object, he released a high pitched battle shriek before barreling into the goblin party, aiming for the warchanter leading them.
Proc another round of rage.
Charge the Warchanter:[roll0] +8 if Overconfidence applies
Damage:[roll1]
Filtro
2014-10-01, 04:49 AM
Kaetos' bomb misses the golbins as they move in.
Lei-alor shoots and arrow at the warchanter and pierces one of his ears. He shrieks and stops chanting for a moment, but he's all right.
Skrillax charges at the warchanter, but the way is blocked by other goblins. Goblin 3 stands in your way, as you kill it.
In response, the warchanter chants in a slightly more agressive tone and seems to concentrate on Skrillax
This is the daze spell. You lose your next turn's actions.
The other goblins surrounding the warchanter and realizing one of them just got himself killed right beside them, all attack Skrillax.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
Initiative Order
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillax - done
2 - Goblins 1, 2, 3, 4 and Warchanter - done
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Filtro
2014-10-01, 04:51 AM
I'm sorry, I just realized it's Skrillak....
Athaleon
2014-10-01, 09:07 AM
Kailis moves into position and begins casting a spell...
If he can get the three goblins attacking Skrillak with a Color Spray without hitting a friendly, he will move up and do that. Otherwise he will stay where he is and cast Enlarge Person on Aeslief.
Tychris1
2014-10-01, 11:29 AM
Skrillak cackled maniacally as he raised Thwacker out of the Goblins mashed in head, blood spraying in a mist over his yellow weedy teeth. Prepping his body to continue his assault, the Goblin Barbarian was soon met with the sight of 3 Goblins slashing at him wildly. His eyes began to droop as the world spun around him, sounds distorting as his mind entered a fuzzy state. Yet his instincts were no less dulled by the chanters blasted sorceries, and he began to reflexively dodge and weave, flipping backwards in an attempt to avoid his attackers.
Roll With It Acrobatics vs the one attack that hit me:[roll0]
Edit: I'll just roll straight back 5 feet and avoid the one attack that hit me.
"Damn!"
Seeing his bomb dramaticaly miss the his target, Kaetos curses his clumsiness. He then watch the strange orange goblin charge head on in the other goblins. He didnt know what to think about that, but he seize the opportunity to throw another bomb when Skrillak roll back away from them.
I target the goblin with the most goblin around him so the splash hit more foes
Ranged touch attack:[roll0]
Dmg: [roll1] fire dmg
splash around the target, 4 fire dmg, Refl DC 14 for half(only for the splash)
Seharvepernfan
2014-10-01, 08:16 PM
Seeing the orange goblin get swarmed, Lei-alor decides it is time to get in and help. She draws her rapier and moves into the fray, choosing the side that isn't exploding with bombs.
If she can get to a goblin on her move, she attacks it, preferably in a flanking position with Skrillak. Otherwise, she gets as close as she can.
Rapier: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
if critical:
Rapier: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]
Filtro
2014-10-02, 05:38 PM
Skrillak manages to dodge his attackers.
Aeslief charges at Goblin 1, and decapitates it.
Kailis casts Color Spray at the three goblins.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
Initiative Order
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillax
2 - Goblins 1, 2, 3, 4 and Warchanter
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Filtro
2014-10-02, 05:42 PM
Kaetos throws a bomb at goblin 3 and burns his face off.
[roll0]
[roll1]
Lei-Alor moves in to finish one of the goblins (goblin 2 or 4 if they didn't die from the bomb as well)
Filtro
2014-10-02, 05:43 PM
The goblins are dead. Only the warchanter remains. You will need to move closer to him for melee attacks.
Initiative Order
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillak - All done except Skrillak
2 - Goblin Warchanter
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Filtro
2014-10-09, 02:43 PM
Skrillak seems to have vanished mysteriously, probably afraid that the other defenders would kill him too.
The Warchanter draws an arrow and shoots Kaetos with a shortbow
[roll0]
[roll1]
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillak - done
2 - Goblin Warchanter - done
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Filtro
2014-10-09, 02:44 PM
The Warchanter critical misses Kaetos. He shoots one of the dead goblins on the ground. He curses in his own language.
Athaleon
2014-10-10, 01:02 PM
Kailis, nearly out of spells, rushes over to one of the dead goblins. He frantically searches for a weapon, any weapon, that he might be able to use.
Filtro
2014-10-10, 02:16 PM
Kailis finds scimitar and shortbows dropped by/on the dead goblins.
Athaleon
2014-10-10, 02:52 PM
He picks up a shortbow and a handful of arrows. Been a while since he shot one of these. He nocks an arrow and looses it at the last goblin.
Assuming that since he was able to Color Spray all 3, he can 5' step up to the dead Goblins.
Move Action to pick up the bow, Standard Action to shoot.
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Filtro
2014-10-19, 04:29 PM
Aeslief dozes off for a moment
1 - Lei-alor, Kaetos and Skrillak
2 - Goblin Warchanter
3 - Aeslief and Kailis
Kaetos take out his crossbow and shoot at the warchanter.
[roll0]
+1 to hit if under 30 ft
[roll1]
+1 domage if under 30ft
Tychris1
2014-10-20, 11:12 AM
Skrillak, annoyed with the way things are currently going, grips his bludgeon tightly and surges forward. Swinging wildly, he shouts to the Warchanter in Goblin, screaming out a stream of profanities that would make a seamen blush. Finally he caps it off by swinging Thwacker in an upwards arc, much like a golf club, and aiming straight for the Warchanter's chin.
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
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