You are the Apocalypse: Perditor

[Inevitability]

From the book of Expirations, chapter 3, verses 1 to 5:

1 And in the end of days, the Bull, which is also called the Ravager, will rise. 2 It will fight not with weapon or spell, but with tooth and claw, and it will scour many lands. 3 And the Bull will be as a storm. 4 It shall kill the child, the mother, the father, the sage and the fool. 5 It shall kill the wealthy man, the beggar, the warrior and the maimed.

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A storm of great proportions slowly drifts over the southern part of the Arcane Principality, where the desert meets the fertile plains. Lightning strikes a nearby hill, and the following thunderclap sends most of the nearby wildlife fleeing. A second lightning bolt comes down, hitting a dead tree and shattering it.

Suddenly, something that is neither rain nor lightning falls down from the clouds. At incredible speed it hits the ground, creating a small crater. The few animals that haven't fled yet do so now.

Hours pass, and the storm clears, and within the crater, something awakens. It rises, with the massive pit it occupies barely reaching its waist. The being clears the crater and turns north, where it knows its prey live.

Far above, the Storm Caller smiles.

http://i.imgur.com/s5LsySN.png

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor stands up from the crater and stretches slowly, making sure each muscle does as it should. When he determines everything is fine he quickly takes stock of his gear, once he determines everything is fine he takes a good look at his surroundings.


Spot
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Perditor's keen gaze travels over the surrounding lands. Trees struck by lightning, scorched patches of ground and the smell of ash all indicate the Storm Caller's fury, or perhaps joy.

But beyond this damaged area, miles to the north, Perditor can make out movement. Several large four-legged animals, as well as a smaller, humanoid creature, seem to be traveling. They are too far away for Perditor to make out any details, though.

Fun fact: your eyesight is actually better than an eagle's or hawk's, and those animals can spot small creatures from miles away. Spotting something four times as big from a few miles away seems possible.

Also, I trust the introduction was sufficiently metal? :smalltongue:

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor sets off at a rolling gait towards whatever those things are. As he moves he tries to identify what the creatures next to the humanoid are.


40ft movement speed

Knowledge Nature check
[roll0]

And yes, it was sufficiently Metal. Also holy crap hes got good eyes :smalltongue:

[Inevitability]

Perditor is quite sure the animals are sheep.

The monstrosity walks for almost half an hour before getting near his target. Once he approaches to within several hundred feet, the halfling (which Perditor now can see the humanoid is) seems to notice him.

The sheep are first to notice the approaching abomination, and scatter. Their halfling herder looks up, then spots Perditor. He stares in disbelief, or perhaps in fright.

Not sure if necessary, but:

Halfling: [roll0]
Sheep: [roll1]

Perditor, the Ravager: [roll2]

You are 300 feet away from the halfling, and between 330 and 390 from the sheep.

Also, please tell me if you don't like me rolling your initiative.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor looks at the sheep and makes a mental note about possibly snatching a few up later. For now, he has a halfling to crush.


Perditor runs towards the Halfling

[Inevitability]

Perditor covers nearly half the distance between him and his prey in a few seconds. Shocked by the monster rapidly charging towards him, the halfling starts running.

However, its short legs are no match for Perditor's swiftness. Once the halfling realizes it's not going to outrun its persuer, it turns and screams a few words Perditor does not understand. A small sphere of green liquid streaks from the halfling's fingertip... and completely misses Perditor.

[roll0]
[roll1]

I went ahead and assumed several rounds of you chasing the halfling. Too bad for it you're twice as fast.

Right now, you're 40 feet away from the halfling.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor knows what that was, that was magic. Arcane magic. Not only did this puny thing have the audacity to attack him, it tried to do it with arcane magic. With a roar of primal rage Perditor charges the puny creature and gores it with his horns.


Charge+Gore attack
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The halfling is impaled on Perditor's horns. It gasps, coughs up blood, and dies.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor shakes the thing off his horns. What a pathetic being. He decides to search the halfling, perhaps it has something interesting.

[Inevitability]

The halfling didn't have many possessions. A waterskin filled with clear water, a loaf of bread and some cheese wrapped in leather, his plain wool clothes, a wooden flute, and three copper pieces in a pocket. He also carried a long wooden stick, probably for herding the sheep.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor snorts, he wasnt expecting much. He rips and arm off of the body and tosses it a few feet away, then he shifts into his flight form and heads over to savage the sheep herd a bit. After all, he should make this look like some sort of wild animal attack, as he'd rather not reveal his presence just yet.

[Inevitability]

The sheep don't seem to have run very far before stopping and are easily located. Upon seeing the great bird above them some flee once more, but they are tired from their earlier flight and easy to catch up with.

Initiative seems unnecessary here, given that the sheep are basically just running away.

You can be at any distance from the sheep the moment combat begins.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor descends upon the flock slashing with his talons.


Attack Roll
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

Unless you have something planned we can just cutscene killing a couple of sheep, hes just trying to make it look like a wild animal attacked. Oh and he does plan to carry off one sheep to some trees and have a snack.

[Inevitability]

Perditor swoops down and, one by one, starts killing the sheep. Sometimes the animals run off, but the monstrosity is swift enough to hunt them down again. Making it look like a predator attacked is easy: after all, it's basically what happened.

The sheep he devours tastes delicious.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor shifts back to his normal form and spends a bit picking wool out of his teeth. After that he sets off to try and find somewhere to lair up. After all, he needs a place to launch his hunts from.

[Inevitability]

Perditor travels around, letting his knowledge of natural terrain guide him, and eventually comes upon a perfect lair: a sizable cave in the side of a foothill of the Shieldmountains. It's a long, winding passage the monster can barely squeeze through, but eventually opens up in a great cave about fifty feet in all dimensions.

A few stray bones and a musky smell do imply something already lives here, though.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor looks around, hoping to identify what manner of creature may be living here.


Spot Roll
[roll0]

Know: Nature
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

Perditor's no genius, but his knowledge of nature is impressive. Based on teeth marks on the bones and a few muddy paw-prints, the minotauric monster is able to deduce that whatever lives here must be a large feline of some sort. However, based on the paw prints it'd have to be enormous: easier bigger than a large tiger.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor scratches his chin with his huge claws. He then decides to make a note of where this cave is and then leaves it to go and get the lay of the land for several miles.

[Inevitability]

To the east, the terrain gets more mountainous as Perditor approaches the Shieldmountains. More caves are discovered, but none of them as spacious and well-located as the first one.

To the south lies the desert. It stretches out endlessly as a yellow-brown sea.

To the west are more of the hilly plains that characterize the halfling lands. The location of Perditor's first kill is there, too, still undisturbed except for a few carrion animals.

To the north, something more interesting is found: a road. It isn't a large road, but it's a clear path through the endless sea of grass. The road moves from the southeast to the northwest, but both location and destination can't be seen.

[Blackhawk748]

Satisfied with this information Perditor returns to the cave he found earlier.

[Inevitability]

As Perditor enters the cave, a loud growling can be heard from ahead. As he turns a corner, he spots what must be the biggest cave lion he's ever seen: over fifteen feet from head to tail!

The beast's muscles tense as it prepares to pounce, but Perditor reacts with animalistic speed to the sudden danger.

Perditor: [roll0]
Lion: [roll1]

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor rushes the cave lion and tries to bite its neck.


Attack Roll
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The lion twists its body and avoids most of the strike, but is still wounded. It then retaliates, fiercely snapping teeth and swinging claws, but its attacks fail to penetrate Perditor's tough hide.

Claw: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Claw: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

Bite: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]

If the bite attack hits, the lion gets a free grapple attempt (improved grab):

[roll6]

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor roars and unleashes a barrage of attacks at the lion.


Bite (primary)
[roll[1d20+18[/roll]

Damage
[roll0]

2 Claws
[roll1]
[roll2]

Damage
[roll3]
[roll4]

Gore
[roll5]

Damage
[roll6]

[Inevitability]

The lion is gored, clawed, clawed again for good measure, and bitten in the neck. Predictably, it dies.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor tosses the lions corpse into a corner (or a convenient nook if there isnt a corner) and sets about to piling up the bones by the lion's corpse. Once that is finished he tears off a leg and has a snack thinking about his next move.

He comes to the conclusion that, while massive and imposing, he is still only one. One who has almost no knowledge of his prey, and a hunter that doesnt know his prey is a dead hunter. With this thought in mind he gets up and leaves his cave, shifting into his flight form and takes off into the sky heading for the road he saw earlier.

Once he finds the road he follows it northeast from high up, trying to make himself seem smaller than he truly is.


Perditor is pretty high up trying to reduce his profile

Spot roll
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

After a few hours of flight, Perditor arrives at a town. Sturdy stone walls surround hundreds of small stone buildings. Far below, humanoids, animals and wagons can be seen moving around, all appearing as nothing but small dots against the light gray roads.

Flying at great height, Perditor seems to be invisible, or at least unremarkable to the humanoids below.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor circles the town a few times making mental notes of what he sees. Then he expands his circle trying to see if there are any outlying villages.

[Inevitability]

The town is dominated by a few large towers. In the center is a square with a large structure, built from white stone, next to it.

Several small villages are found, most a few miles away from the city. They are surrounded by farming fields and consist of a few dozen buildings at most. Halflings can be seen herding sheep, ponies and pigs.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor marks the location of the closest village to his cave, then he heads off to the forest to try and find some "help"


Im trying to find some Mounstrous Spiders or some other nasty critters to train and then unleash on the halflings. Mostly to try and make adventurers show up so i can get an idea about what im facing.

Knowledge Nature to figure out where Monstrous Spiders would live or really any other nasty thing i could train.
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

There isn't really any large forest in this part of the continent, but there are places you can find spiders.

Perditor begins his search, aided by his keen gaze, knowledge of nature, and ability to travel quickly. Eventually, he stumbles upon a place that would be perfect for the creatures he's looking for. It's an overgrown depression between hills with a small brook flowing through, creating a sheltered, comfortable location a spider could easily survive.

This proves correct as Perditor notices several man-sized spider scurrying around beneath the foilage. They seem to be feeding on a dead animal.

There's sixteen small-sized spiders, five medium-sized specimens, and one large. All are of the hunter variety.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor lands near the edge of their territory and tries to calm any that come near him.


Wild Empathy, holy crap im actually using this ability :smalltongue:
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The largest spider, as well as a few of the slightly smaller ones, approach Perditor with the arachnoid equivalent of a hungry look in their eight eyes. Yet as they get closer to the druid, their movements slow down, until they eventually stop about thirty feet away.

One of the creatures opens and closes his jaws threateningly, but no attacks are made.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor smiles at the spiders, "Hello little hunters, ill bet you're all hungry he says. He crouches down to look directly at the lead spider. "I know where you can find all sorts of delicious little halflings, and id be happy to help you, i just need you to follow me."


The goal here is to eventually train these things to use as guards in the lair, and to throw a smokescreen over what Perditor is doing.

Wild Empathy
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The spider looks at Perditor with what can be described as interest, combined with hunger. It snaps its mandibles a few times, then stares at the minotauric monster, apparently waiting for something to happen.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor grins and starts walking towards the nearest halfling village, glancing back to see if the spiders are following.

[Inevitability]

The spiders obediently, or at least hungrily, follow.

After a long walk (turns out flying somewhere is much faster than traveling by foot), Perditor spots the village. A few halflings are outside, and at least one appears to be practicing arcane gestures.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor looks at his new friends, "There is your dinner" and he gestures towards the village. After the spiders head for it, he casts Call Lightning and follows after the spiders.


He is planning on casting Cloudburst over the mage-y looking person as soon as they are within range, which is 760 ft. Which in turn should increase my Call Lightning Damage

[Inevitability]

The spiders eagerly scurry towards their prey. Perditor himself rises and invokes his druidic magic.

Startled by the sudden rainfall, the mage looks up... and sees a horde of spiders and a minotaur-like beast all approaching the village. The halfling makes a grand gesture, then starts running away at a breakneck pace, screaming as he does so.

"Monsters! Monsters are coming! Everyone, watch out!"

Halflings: [roll0]
Halfling wizard: [roll1]

Perditor: [roll2]
Spiders: [roll3]


Perditor has sent 1 large monstrous spider, 5 medium monstrous spiders, and 7 small monstrous spiders towards the village.

I'm going to assume the casting of Call Lightning was a pre-battle buff, and the casting of Cloudburst and subsequent movement your surprise round action.

You were 300 feet away from the village at the start of the round, positioned behind a hill. I'm going to assume you moved 40 feet closer, which places you at 260 feet from the nearest house.

The spiders all ran forward, and their current distance to the village is 180 feet.

Some information on the village's look: there's wooden and stone buildings, but some houses have been dug in the hills instead (think hobbit holes).

[Blackhawk748]

With surprise gone Perditor roars as he runs toward the village overtaking the spiders.


Perditor is running, so 160 feet

You are correct, Call Lightning was pre battle buff

[Inevitability]

The screams of frightened halflings can be heard as Perditor charges. Movement can be seen ahead as several of the small humanoids run for the relative safety of their buildings and underground rooms.

The spiders continue on their path to the village.

Spiders are at 60 feet from the village, you're at 100.

[Blackhawk748]

As Perditor continues to move forwards he contemptuously raises his hand and then brings it down in a chopping motion sending down a bolt of lighting onto one of the houses.


Call Lightning damage
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The lightning bolt crashes down from the rain cloud. For a moment, the flash dazzles all, both spider and halfling, both monster and mage. Then, as Perditor's vision clears, he sees the house ablaze, with panicking halflings fleeing.

It's too bad for the halflings that the spiders reach the village just as they exit their home. The fastest of the anarchids immediately attack. The large spider takes a halfling down with a bite to the neck, his smaller brethren attack the remaining villagers, wounding one and killing another.

Suddenly, a flaming chunk of stone is flung forward from someplace Perditor can't see. It strikes one of the man-sized spiders square, burning a hole in its chitin and knocking it over. The spider lies twitching on its back, ichor oozing from a charred wound.

I hope you're okay with me not rolling out every attack in the halfling-spider fight. It's just that it takes the attention away from the scene's main focus (Perditor) and will make it difficult for me to run things smoothly.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor moves to try and find the mage that is chucking fire at his new minions.


Moving and chucking Call Lightning if i can see him, otherwise gonna double move to try and see him.

Call lightning damage just in case
[roll0]

Its fine, its all narrative anyhow. Its also pretty one sided. :smalltongue:

[Inevitability]

As Perditor moves, the building stops blocking his view and he spots the mage who was practicing his gestures just now. The clouds above the village blacken and release another lightning bolt. The halfling is hit, screams, and falls to the ground charred and bloody.

[roll0]

Perditor's spiders immediately rush forward and devour the mage, then start scaling the non-burning buildings. The other halflings, who seem to have fled in their homes and burrows by now, can't be seen.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor approaches the nearest non burning building and rips off the front door.


Strength check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The door is torn off its hinges. Inside are two middle-aged halflings, both male. They gasp in fear at the appearance of Perditor.

One throws up his hand, and a short bluish beam shoots from it. It hits Perditor's leg and covers a small part of it in painfully stinging frost.

"Get away! Get away! Leave us alone!"

[roll0]
Damage: [roll1] cold damage.

Then three of the spiders run in and make short work of the halflings.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor is mad now. He rushes the next house slamming into it, trying to make it collapse.


Strength check to knock the house over
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The house isn't built to resist an elephant-sized monster slamming into it, and collapses. Screams can be heard as a halfling is caught under the logs that make up the house's roof, and once more spiders rush forward to feed.

We can skip ahead if you want. At worst, a few of the the remaining halflings can hit you for a few points of elemental damage each, but I doubt that'll be relevant.

[Inevitability]

I cleared my inbox, so you should be able to send your PM now.

EDIT: Oops, didn't see your message in the OOC thread.

[Inevitability]

After a short but fierce battle, the village is in ruins. Some of the buildings have been destroyed by Perditor's fury, others were incinerated. Only the hill-houses remain more-or-less inhabitable, and even these sustained damage when Perditor smashed the doors.

A single spider was killed by a halfling who smashed its head with a shovel, but apart from that the battle was a perfect victory. All villagers are dead, the spiders are gorging themselves, and Perditor has only sustained a few injuries, all of them caused by halflings capable of casting damaging spells.

You've taken 5 points of damage total. Not that it matters, but maybe you'll find it important to know.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor finishes the halfling he was eating by spitting out its clothes, they wear far to much cloth, and turns to the spiders "Enjoy your new hunting grounds my friends, i shall return to you later, with more food." With that Perditor shifts to his flight form and heads to his lair, he will rest, regain his strength, have some dinner and then attack another village tomorrow. Its been a good day so far.


Hes gonna sleep till the next day and take a 10 on a heal check on himself (so a 15).

[Inevitability]

Perditor bandages his wounds and sleeps securely in his cave lair. Nothing interrupts his sleep.

The next morning he wakes up refreshed, vigorous and - most importantly - hungry.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor leaves his lair, shifts to his flight form and flies towards the village he and the spiders destroyed yesterday. He would gather his forces and attack the next village, and get some breakfast.

[Inevitability]

The first village is located and looks much like it used to. The houses have fully burned out, leaving only charred pieces of wood. Some of the spiders have spun webs in the abandoned hill-houses, others still scavenge the ruins for dead halflings.

Upon noticing Perditor, they turn their gazes to him.

[Blackhawk748]

"Are my little ones still hungry? Come, let us feast on more halflings" Perditor turns and starts walking towards the closest village.

[Inevitability]

Despite being well-fed already, several spiders move to join Perditor. A number remains behind, though, mostly the smaller ones.

Perditor is joined by the large spider, 3 medium ones, and 4 small ones.

[Blackhawk748]

With the spiders in tow Perditor heads towards the nearest village to get some breakfast.

[Inevitability]

Perditor and his lovely spider-friends head off to another nearby village, this one slightly closer to the halfling city.

The village looks much like the previous one. There's a few hill-houses, a few wooden buildings, and some farming fields. A few ponies are tied to one of the buildings, and in a nearby pasture surrounded by a simple fence some pigs are grubbing around.

Upon approaching, Perditor hears someone cry out a warning.

"Spiders! It's six... seven... eight spiders, led by a big cow monster! Everyone, get inside the hill-houses!"

Halflings: [roll0]
Perditor: [roll1]
Spiders: [roll2]

The spiders are first to respond to this cry. They rush forward with hunger in their sixty-four collective eyes.

Spiders are at 60 feet from the village border. Perditor is at 180.

[Blackhawk748]

Cow monster? Now Perditor was just insulted, he rushes towards the village intent on silencing that voice.


Perditor runs 160 feet

[Inevitability]

Halflings run into the hill-houses as Perditor charges forward. The spiders dash towards the doors, but the halflings are quicker and close the doors before the anarchids get to them. Perditor can hear the sound of bars being slammed in place.

With no halflings available, a few of the spiders instead run for the farm animals. Panicking, both ponies and pigs manage to break free of their restraints and make a run for it, pursued by spiders.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]

You're at 20 feet, the spiders are in the village. The halflings have fled into three distinct hill-houses.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor rushes a hill house, grasps the door and attempts to wrench it from its hinges.


Move and Strength Check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Beyond the door many frightened halflings have huddled together. At their back is a robed figure desparately mumbling to himself in the arcane halfling language. The mumbling suddenly stops, and a gentle zephyr blows past Perditor and into the sky. As it moves past him, it is almost as if he can hear a few words being whispered.

Then the spiders pour in. The halflings fight back bravely, using table legs, bottles, kitchen knives and in one case magically conjured shards of glass, but the spiders seem to be winning.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor leaves the Spiders to their work and moves on to the next house. This one he climbs on top of the hill house and tries to make it cave in by jumping on it.


Strength check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Something can be heard creaking beneath the dirt, but the ceiling does not collapse.

[Blackhawk748]

Snorting in annoyance Perditor decides on an alternative route. He raises his hands above his head and starts to chant.


Casting Summon Nature's Ally V to summon 1d4+1 Large Monstrous spiders

[Inevitability]

With a rumbling sound, four large spiders appear from thin air. They look at their master, waiting for commands.

The halflings remain silent in their hiding places, while the spiders seem to have taken down a few of the pigs and are now feasting on them.

[Blackhawk748]

"Kill the halflings in this hole" He says as he moves to the other hill house to rip off its door.


Strength check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Unfortunately, Perditor doesn't manage to break down the strong door.

The door to the hill house he tried to collapse suddenly flies open, and out run a few dozen halflings, one of them mounted on an empty-eyed pony. They must've decided to take their chances while Perditor was attacking another house. What they did not account for were the spiders.

The mounted halfling tries to overrun the spiders, but his mount is torn apart by two of the monsters. Other halflings unsuccessfully try to either escape back in the house or get past the spiders. A few manage to get away, but the smaller spiders immediately start chasing after them. Other halflings are snagged up in webs.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor grins as he hears the foolish halfling's screams, then he turns back to this stubborn door and slams into it again.


[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The door, already weakened from his first attempt, breaks. Another dozen halflings is revealed, but no spellcasters seem to be amongst those. The little humanoids scream in fear and try to move as far to the back of the room as possible.

Perditor is Huge/Large, while the halflings' door is a Small opening. You're not going to be able to move through normally, not even when squeezing.

The halflings are also out of your reach.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor curses whatever god made such small creatures and calls for his spider allies. "Come and feast upon these wretched creatures!". Perditor then sets about attempting to rip the entire doorway off in an attempt to get inside.


MOAR Strength checks
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

In an extraordinary display of might, Perditor tears a hole in the hillside big enough for him to squeeze through. The halflings respond to this by throwing whatever they can get their hands on at him.

The halflings are using non-adamantine improvised weapons, so they can't actually hurt you.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor rushes into the gap and through the barrage of random items and starts ripping into the halflings.


Claw attack
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The halflings scream as the first of them dies to Perditor, and they scatter. Some try to fight, but their attacks cannot penetrate the monster's skin. Others flee, but once more the spiders are waiting. The resulting slaughter is gruesome indeed.

When all is over, Perditor and his spiders are the only remaining things in the village.

I thought another forward would be appropriate. No way the halflings would be able to get out of that one.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor sits down outside the shattered house and starts eating a few of the halflings. They werent particularly filling, but they were delicious. As he eats he thinks about his next move. His plan, if you can call it as such, is to let the spiders grow in numbers and lead them to crush the halflings.

[Inevitability]

Perditor eats and waits. After half an hour, though, he hears the sound of approaching horses.

Six halflings, each mounted on a pony, are riding towards him. They stop at a decent distance, and one of them shouts:

"Attention, cow monster! You have committed crimes against the Arcane Principality for which the only punishment is death! Call off your spiders and surrender now, or die painfully!"

[Inevitability]

Perditor, the cow monster: [roll0]
Spiders: [roll1]
Food: [roll2]

[Inevitability]

The halflings wait tensely for Perditor's response to their demands.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor glares at them. He was not a cow, he's a bull, that should be obvious even to those little meatbags. Well it didnt matter, they where going to die. Perditor raises his fists and quickly slams them into the ground causing a massive arctic gale to com forth and rush towards the halflings.


Cast Boreal Wind trying to catch as many halflings as possible in it. Its 20ft wide, 20 ft high and the line is 760 ft long
Damage (Fort Negates DC 19)
[roll0]
If they fail they are also pushed back 27 feet, the wind lasts for 5 rounds.

[Inevitability]

Upon noticing Perditor cast his spell, the halflings quickly respond with spells in turn. Three yellow rays and three large spheres of acid fly towards Perditor.

Acid:

[roll0] for [roll1] acid damage.
[roll2] for [roll3] acid damage.
[roll4] for [roll5] acid damage.

Rays:

[roll6] for [roll7] intelligence damage.
[roll8] for [roll9] intelligence damage.
[roll10] for [roll11] intelligence damage.


All attack rolls are touch attacks.

Each time one of the rays strikes him, Perditor feels his mind fade a bit. Finally, with the last ray, the monster collapses, and all goes dark.

[roll12]
[roll13]
[roll14]
[roll15]

Halflings were readying an action to cast if you attacked.

Saving throws aren't necessary as you never got to cast the spell.

[Inevitability]

Perditor awakes, his mind still damaged and simple. The half-minotaur is shackled to a cold surface with steel chains, his limbs spread out. A few halflings wearing black robes are standing over Perditor, one of them holding a gleaming needle.

It appears the monster is in a brightly lit room, illuminated by burning wall-mounted orbs. Many sharp implements are arranged on racks, and a chart apparently detailing halfling anatomy hangs from the wall. Jars filled with clear fluid are standing on the floor in front of him.

"Now that we have observed the creature's exterior," the halfling holding the needle speaks, "we shall proceed with the dissection. I will make an incision in the subcutaneous abdominal vein, which shall allow us to observe the creature's blood vessels and begin research of the torso."

The halfling, who hasn't noticed Perditor is awake now yet, moves the needle to the monster's torso.

I guessed spending a day passed out counts as 'complete bedrest', so you have regained 2 points of intelligence.

Perditor can see no exits, but his field of view of limited right now. He can count four halflings, perhaps with more behind him.

It's probably obvious, but you have none of your equipment right now.

Final note: you got knocked unconscious while shapeshifted so now you're 'only' large-sized.

[Blackhawk748]

If Perditor was at his full intellect, he would have realized that the needle wouldnt be able to harm him. However he is little more than a massive beast at the moment, so the sight of a pointy object moving towards his chest makes him very, very angry. He shifts back to his "True" form and proceeds to escape.


Swift action to shift into Ferocious Hunter form, and then a Strength check to break the manacles, then a Move action to stand
[roll0]

If he breaks them from simply size changing he'll just stand up and Bite the halfling with the needle.
Bite to Hit
[roll1]

Damage
[roll2]

[Inevitability]

Perditor attempts to shift into his bestial form, but the chains tear in his flesh and prevent him from completing the transformation. The halfling holding the needle jerks away in fear, dropping the item as he does so.

"It's awake! It's awake! Everyone, move away!"

Perditor: [roll0]
Halflings: [roll1]

[Inevitability]

The halflings move to the edges and corners of the room, clutching whatever arcane foci they possess.

Their apparent leader shouts:

"Everyone who can do so, attack! Just don't kill the specimen!"

Various halflings wave their hands and chant arcane words, and Perditor feels his still-fragile mind being assaulted on all sides.

Make 5 DC 13 saving throws or take, in order:

[roll0] nonlethal damage
[roll1] nonlethal damage
[roll2] nonlethal damage
[roll3] nonlethal damage
[roll4] nonlethal damage

[Blackhawk748]

You didnt specify so im going with Fort saves
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

If they are actually will saves just lower them by 1


Perditor shrugs off the magical assault and once more attempts to free himself from these halfflings.


Strength check will be in the OOC thread as i forgot i cant edit in rolls :smalltongue:

If he frees himself he will shift to Ferocious hunter form.

[Inevitability]

Perditor once more shifts into his bestial form, and this time the chains do budge. They are flung aside by the force of his expanding bulk and smash into the walls, floors, or priceless medical instruments.

The halflings run for the exit, which Perditor can now see is located behind him. He seizes one of the small humanoids with his fangs as it dashes past, crunching its bones with a sickening sound.

Behind him, the door slams shut. The sound of many voices can be heard from the other side.

"Seal it! Seal it!"
"Does anyone have gold dust? I need it now!"
"Just run! It's gonna break through the doors!"
"Someone get me the gold dust! I can lock the door!"
"I've got gold pieces, will those work?"
"Grind them! Quickly! Use magic!"

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor rushes the door, having enough sense to know that "seal" is very much a bad thing.


Strength check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

For a moment the door resists Perditor's attempt to break it, then it crashes open. Wooden fragments fly everywhere.

Perditor can see a clean, roomy corridor ahead of him, with various doors to the side. The halflings who'd been frantically attempting to seal the door scatter and escape through said doors.

The corridor is about 60 feet long. There's three doors on each side, with 25 feet between them. At the end of the corridor is another large door.

Note that while Perditor could comfortably stand in the dissection room, the corridor is only 10 feet high and the doors are small-sized. Getting through either will be difficult.

[Blackhawk748]

The small fragment of his mind that is still rational realizes that he wont be able to fit in here, and so he shrinks himself. After doing so Perditor feels very exposed and he shrouds himself in a cloud of whirling snow. Then he moves towards the closest door.


Swift action to shift, Standard to cast Obscuring Snow, then a move.

[Inevitability]

Perditor cloaks himself with snow and moves towards the small door. Behind it, he can hear whispering.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor is very annoyed, he cant see anything in all this snow! Then he remembers that he can do a thing to solve that. He touches his eyes and he can see! Then he goes to break down the door.


Cast Snow sight

[Inevitability]

A strength check would be helpful in breaking down a door.

Also, a gentle reminder that Perditor can remove the intelligence damage with Lesser Restoration.

[Blackhawk748]

Wasnt sure if we were still in combat rounds or not. ANd yes i know, but it takes 3 rounds to do it. I'll probably cast it shorty.
Str Check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

You're right, ending combat might be best.

It takes Perditor a bit of time, but eventually the beast smashes open the door. Behind it is a small, empty library with rows and rows of bookshelves and a few tables. At the back of the room is an open window with only a few bits of glass remaining in the frame.

The door to the library is still only small-sized.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor is quite confused by this small door and cant seem toget around it, then he remebers that he should be doing something. He touches both of his temples and works some magic.


Casting Lesser Restoration
[roll0]

[Blackhawk748]

With his mind returning Perditor realizes he is never gonna fit through that door, so he begins doing some "remodeling" but quick shifts into a lesser form first.


Swift action to shift to Predator form
Strength Check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Perditor feels some of his mind flowing back, then shifts to a smaller form. This, combined with the removal of several unneeded bricks and logs from the wall, allow him to enter the library.

Books and charts are sprawled all over the floor, he now sees. Whoever left must've done so in a hurry.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor isn't interested in books even when his mind is at full power, though he would like to get his stuff back. He looks about the room searching for his equipment.


Spot
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Perditor does not see his equipment anywhere in the library.

Suddenly, the half-minotaur hears a soft creaking behind him. The moment he begins to turn around, there is the sound of a door quickly being slammed shut. The hallway behind him looks the same as ever.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor stomps across the hallway and tries to bust through the door on the other side.


Strength check
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The door to the other side is smashed off its hinges. Behind it is a room similar in size to the library, but lacking windows. Animal and humanoid skeletons stand assembled in various places. Behind one of them, a very frightened halfling is crouching.

[Blackhawk748]

"You!" Perditor points at the halfling "Where are my things??" yells the whirling cloud of snow.

[Inevitability]

The halfling seems confused at first. Then, however, she hears Perditor's coarse and aggressive voice and fear conquers loyalty.

"Identification room! Identification room! Further down the hallway, to the right, oh, just don't kill me!"

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor turns and heads to the room she indicates, smashing through the door.


Strength
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The door, like all others before it, is smashed to bits. Behind it is a room, slightly smaller than the previous ones. Various tables stand in the room, and on them Perditor's equipment is spread out. Sheets of paper with crude drawings of the equipment and long dissertations in the halfling language are also present.

A few chests and closets are also present in the room. Around one of them a strong smell of halfling is present.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor stomps over to his things and puts them all on, then decides to search the chests in the room for anything interesting.

[Inevitability]

After some thorough door-widening, Perditor manages to enter the room and regain his equipment.

The chests are quite interesting. One contains half a dozen vials of white fluid, another is filled with medical equipment. Another chest is empty and the next contains a halfling-sized longsword.

Finally, Perditor opens the last chest. Inside is a halfling, who gasps as he sees his hiding place uncovered. Then the snow rushes inside, and the halfling merely grasps around in disoriented fear. A single acidic missile is launched, but it completely misses its target.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor smashes his horns down onto the annoying gnat.


Attack Roll
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The halfling is knocked down and begins bleeding out before he can even scream.

[Blackhawk748]

Since Perditor has found all of his things, and this place doesnt seem to have much of interest, he decides to leave. To this end he goes and breaks down the last door.


Strength
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

After a moment, this door shatters too, revealing that Perditor is in the midst of a city. Stone and wooden buildings about as high as he himself is stand everywhere. Behind him is a much larger stone building. It appears Perditor just burst out a side entrance and into a reasonably-sized street.

A few halflings spot the beast and flee, with one of them suddenly disappearing rather than running.

We can skip Perditor doing some generic rampaging, if you want.

[Inevitability]

For some time, Perditor rampages through the city. Some die at his claws, others manage to get away.

Then, as the half-minotaur is moving down a narrow street, someone calls out to him from above. At least fifty foot above him, a halfling is floating. The small humanoid calls down:

"Attention, great and terrible cow monster! If you can understand these words, you are instructed to immediately leave this city. If you refuse, we shall attack you with our full arcane might! You have been warned!"

Next time, instead of sending a PM you can just make a post here with nothing but an OOC box. It's easier for me and keeps my inbox clean.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor isn't overly concerned about the Halflings threat, but he is in unknown territory and not at full power. He decides that retreating while his snow cloud is still up would be a good plan and so he shifts into flight form and retreats.... for now.


Noted

[Inevitability]

Perditor shifts into his winged shape and flies away. Commands in halfling are barked back and forth as the cloud of snow flies over the city wall.

From the surroundings, it seems Perditor is near the halfling city he saw earlier.

[Blackhawk748]

Before he completely leaves the city Perditor leaves them a parting gift, several Huge Centipedes


Using SNA 5 to summon 1d4+1 Huge Centipedes
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The centipedes appear and begin devouring halflings. Sizzling, crackling and burning sounds echo down the alleys as halflings begin to fight the arthropods.

A few curse in their own language and begin casting spells at Perditor, including one of the greenish-yellow rays that downed him before. The combination of snowy concealment, flight and the monster's natural defenses mean none of the magic affects him, though

"You traitorous monster! This isn't over! We'll find you and kill you: there is no escape from the Principality!"

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor chuckles as he flies off. Its pretty hard to kill what you cant see. He flies high and heads to his lair.

[Inevitability]

A few confused birds stare at the snowy cloud as it passes by, but other than that Perditor's trip is not noteworthy.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor flies directly into his cave heading deeper in. Once deeper in he tries to find some loose rocks or other debris and makes a ramshackle barrier across a choke point in the cave. Afterwards he heads to the deepest point and finishes eating the lion he had killed earlier.

[Inevitability]

Being stronger than your average elephant, Perditor has no issue carrying the boulders to his cave. A crude barrier is easily ejected. Afterwards, the lion is consumed.

[Blackhawk748]

With the barrier up Perditor goes to sleep to regain his strength. He'll kill the halflings in the morning.

[Inevitability]

Perditor wakes up to an unexpected sound: the clatter of hooves. The monster sees a small horse, its hair brown and its eyes empty and blank, enter his cave. Its head moves from side to side, allowing it to view the entire cavern. Then, it turns towards Perditor.

Perditor: [roll0]
Horse: [roll1]

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor rushes the horse and goes to impale it on his horns


Attack Roll
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The moment Perditor hits the horse and sees it collapse, he can feel something trying to sneak into his mind.

Please make a DC 14 Will saving throw.

[Blackhawk748]

Will
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The spell fails to affect Perditor, and the energy dissipates.

[Blackhawk748]

Preditor shakes his head ridding himself of the last vestiges of the foul magic. What the hell did they try to hit him with?


Spellcraft
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Two crits in a row: nice.

Perditor instinctively recognizes the magic as a 'Chain of Eyes' spell. This simple divination allows its caster to share a touched creature's senses over any distance. It lasts for several hours.

In addition, the caster can transfer the spell to any creature touched by the being whose eyes he is looking through. This is most likely what Perditor experienced.

Either way, it means that somewhere there's a wizard who saw Perditor just now.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor grunts. Great, now he had to find a new lair, just what he wanted to do. But first he had a city full of halflings to kill. Perditor heads outside, casting obscurring snow and snowsight before he reaches his barricade, and once outside shifts into his flight form and heads for the halfling city.

[Inevitability]

Perditor begins flying towards the halfling city.

About a mile away from his destination, the predator spots a group of mounted halflings below him. The group appears to be riding in opposite direction from him, and doesn't seem to have seen him yet.

[Blackhawk748]

About how many are in the group?

[Inevitability]

Five halflings on as many ponies.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor descends on the halflings trying to rip them from the saddle with his talons.


Attacking if i can get in range
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

Perditor swoops down, surprising the halflings. One of them is immediately snatched away and killed by the monster's razor-sharp talons.

The other halflings ready their weapons and staves.

Perditor: [roll0]
Halflings: [roll1]

[Inevitability]

"Courage, men! Open fire on that cloud! The cow monster is probably inside!"

The five remaining halflings point upwards, and five orbs of flame shoot into the cloud, dragging snowless trails in the cloud. None manage to hit, however.

Only two of the orbs target a square occupied by Perditor.

Attack roll: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Concealment (1 misses): [roll2]

Attack roll: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Concealment (1 misses): [roll5]

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor is getting sick of being called a cow. He shift into his true form dropping to the ground and then bits one of the halflings.


Swift Action to shift and Perditor is staying at max range for his Reach
Attack
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

[Inevitability]

The cloud containing Perditor drops, engulfing another halfling. There is a sound of snapping jaws as he bites the mage in half.

"It's on the ground, men! Restrain it!"

Webs suddenly grow between nearby trees, covering Perditor's location in thick strands of silk.

Make two DC 14 reflex saving throws. If you fail either, you're entangled and can't move: if you succeed you are still entangled but can move at a slow pace (see the Web spell for more information).

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor decides that he officially hates halflings now


Save 1
[roll0]

Save 2
[roll1]


Perditor slowly walks towards the halflings, making sure as many of them are inside the snow as he can.

[Inevitability]

"It's still moving! Attack! Attack!"

Perditor crawls through the webs with considerable difficulty. The halflings circle around on their quick ponies and create bursts of fire. The snow is burned away, revealing Perditor in his monstrous glory.

More worryingly, the webs start burning too.

Make three DC 14 reflex saving throws, taking respectively [roll0], [roll1], [roll2] points of damage (half on a successful save).

Either way, you take [roll3] points of fire damage as the webbing catches fire.

[Inevitability]

Got the damage from the burning webs wrong, it should be [roll0].

EDIT: Of course it's the same.

[Blackhawk748]

And with that, Perditor is officially done. He was trying not to waste resources and to be as efficient as possible, but the puny, furless, fangless, arcane creatures had just gotten on his last nerve. He slams his fist into the ground and channels all the fury of his father.


BOREAL WIND SUCKAHS!!!!
Aiming to catch as many as possible in the giant line, DC 19 Fort save to not get pushed back 27 feet
Damage
[roll0]

Reflex saves
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

Thats a lot of damage, stupid fireballs.

[Inevitability]

Two of the halflings (as well as their steeds) are carried away by the frigid winds. The final one stares at Perditor, then at the frozen, disemboweled or beheaded corpses of his allies. After a moment of fright, the halfling turns his mount around and starts racing back to his city.

The horse has a speed of 40 feet, and is currently running at 160 feet per round.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor turns once again and releases another blast of Arctic wind at the halfling.


Damage
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The gust of freezing wind blows the halfling of his mount, killing him (and his animal) instantaneously.

Finally, Perditor is alone again. With some difficulty, he escapes from the webs, free to continue his journey.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor reaches into his haversack and removes his wand, letting the spell run its full course on him 4 times. Using both of those spells probably wasnt the smartest thing in the world, but theres no time to dawdle anymore. Perditor shifts to his Flight form, recasts obscuring snow and takes of towards the city.

[Inevitability]

Perditor approaches the city without further event. Upon reaching the walls, however, someone can be heard calling out.

"The cow monster has come! Mages, to your positions!"

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor looks about for those pesky mages


[roll0]

[Inevitability]

At least two dozen figures move behind the city walls, keeping as low as possible.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor streaks towards the halflings preparing to rain destruction down on them.


Launches boreal wind the moment he can get all of them (or at least a good chunk of them)

[Inevitability]

Several of the halflings are blown off the walls by the frigid winds and smash into the cobblestones below.

The survivors retaliate immediately. One of them, an old, bearded individual, intones a complex string of syllables. Moments later, fire erupts all around Perditor, burning away his snowy concealment. The other halflings take this as a sign to launch small missiles of energy, which home in on Perditor without error.

"You think you can destroy us, monster? Fear the might of the Principality! Fear the might of Mayor Wilos Firenail!"

Fireball, for [roll0] points of fire damage. DC 17 reflex save for half damage. Either way, Obscuring Snow goes down.

You are then targeted by eleven magic missiles from eight sources, dealing [roll1] points of damage.

[Blackhawk748]

Realizing that this is a bad situation, Perditor opts to retreat.


Turning around and doing a Run action
Reflex
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

His snowy cloak burned away, Perditor retreats. Fortunately for the monster, he is able to move to the point where the halflings' magic can no longer reach him.

"It's fleeing! Well done, soldiers!"

[Blackhawk748]

"I can fail dozens of times, they only need to fail once. I shall retreat to the mountains and think of a new plan, and find a new lair." Perditor thinks to himself as he soars to the mountains.

[Inevitability]

The halflings seem either unwilling or unable to chase after Perditor, and the monster safely reaches the mountains.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor sails about the area looking for some place he can lair up in, since the Halflings ruined the last one.


[roll0]

[Inevitability]

There's the various caves Perditor discovered earlier, though they aren't as big as his previous lair. The monster also locates a ledge that would be very hard to reach for any nonflying creature.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor lands on the ledge so he can rest and begin to formulate a new plan. He removes his wand and heals his injuries. The Halflings where small, but the little buggers could cast far to many spells and theree where just so many of them. As Perditor thought he realized his best bet was to attack the city at night, this would allow him to get in range before they knew what happened and let him summon a horde of creatures to deal with them.

With that in mind Perditor decides to take a little nap before nightfall.


Perditor is using 4 charges of his Lesser Vigor wand.

[Inevitability]

The night passes uneventfully. One time, Perditor hears the far-off screeching of a giant eagle, but the animal, if it knows he is here at all, does not bother him.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor gets up and stretches, after a bit he shifts to his flight form and takes off to go find some breakfast.

[Inevitability]

Breakfast is not hard to find. Some mountain goats are scaling the steep cliffsides, and a flock of geese flies overhead.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor swoops down and grabs a few mountain goats, then perches back on his ledge and munches on them.

[Inevitability]

The mountain goats are easy to capture and make a tasty meal. Some of the birds of prey above swoop closer, perhaps to get some of Perditor's scraps.

[Blackhawk748]

When Perditor is finished he pushes the leavings off of the ledge so the birds can have their share. Then he sits down to await nightfall.

[Inevitability]

The day goes by, and eventually night falls like the proverbial stone.

[Blackhawk748]

With night covering him Perditor sets off for the Halfling city.

[Inevitability]

Perditor swiftly flies until he reaches the halfling city once more. The walls are well-lit, and several guards seem to be ceaselessly patrolling. The glare from their torches and their weak halfling eyes prevent them from spotting Perditor for now, though.

[Blackhawk748]

How far from the wall is Perditor?

[Inevitability]

The wall remains visible from 400 feet away, Perditor can get anywhere up to 40 feet without getting spotted. Decide your position within that annulus for yourself.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor, positioned 50 feet from the wall summons forth swarms of locusts to rain down upon the pitiful halflings


Using SNA V to summon 1d3 Locust swarms
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Locusts appear from thin air and buzz towards the halflings. The first few victims only manage a shrill scream before being devoured, but reinforcements arrive quickly.

"Bugs! Bugs everywhere! Someone get a wizard here!"
"Cast a light spell! We need to see where these things are coming from!"
"No, burn the locusts first!"

Perditor can see the halfling guards struggle against the insects. A few of them launch small sparks or acid spheres, but their attacks only take out a few of the anthropods. At the moment, Perditor himself doesn't seem to be under attack, or even detected at all.

[Blackhawk748]

Keeping his relative position to the wall Perditor moves to another side of the wall, and summons several Huge Centipedes.


Moving to anotehr wall section, preferably one around a corner, if thats not viable, hes just gonna move away from the last group
Casting Summon Nature's Ally v to summon 1d4+1 Huge Centipedes
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The halflings do not notice Perditor flying overhead just outside the range of their torches. Moments later, the centipedes appear and begin eating people.

"Centipedes! Giant ones! Somebody help!"
"What the waste is going on? Somebody do something!"
"I've got a pellet! I've got a pellet!"
"Use it! What are you waiting for?"

One of the halflings retrieves a small, glowing sphere and smashes it on the ground. Sunlight erupts from its remains, clearly illuminating a section of the wall... as well as Perditor flying above it.

"The cow monster! It has returned!"

More light spells flare up, illuminating more of the wall. A few appear to be cast on arrows.

The pellet illuminates the area in a 60 ft-radius brightly, with another 60 feet of dim illumination. Perditor is currently in the brightly lit area.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor flies out of the brightly lit area and shrouds himself in snow.


Moving 40 straight up and casting Obscuring Snow

[Inevitability]

Perditor moves into the shadows high above the wall and cloaks himself with his familiar snow cloud. Below him, some of the halfling desperately try to fight off the giant anthropods while others aim their arrows upwards. Before they can release them, a voice painfully familiar to Perditor sounds.

"Burn, monster! This time... this time we halflings will kill you!"

The mayor steps from a guardhouse and thrusts his arm upwards. A bead of fire shoots upwards and explodes, melting Perditor's snow and scorching his flesh.

DC 17 reflex save or take [roll0] points of damage (success equals half damage).

"Now, halflings of this brave city! May your arrows strike true!"

Four guards point their light-tipped arrows upwards, draw the bowstrings back, and shoot. Four streaks of light illuminate the night sky as they soar towards Perditor. Three arrow clatter off his skin or fail to hit him entirely, but one manages to penetrate his thick skin and gets stuck in a crack between two of the stone plates beneath Perditor's skin. It doesn't hurt him, but the bright glow now coming from his abdomen will make him much easier to spot in the darkness.

Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Miss chance: [roll3] (1 misses)

Attack: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]
Miss chance: [roll6] (1 misses)

Attack: [roll7]
Damage: [roll8]
Miss chance: [roll9] (1 misses)

Attack: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]
Miss chance: [roll12] (1 misses)

Going to rule pulling the arrow out is a standard action.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor growls, he is sick of that puny mage. He wants to cast spells, Perditor will show him what a real spell is! Perditor sends a howling wave of frozen wind at the mage


Casting Boreal wind targeting the Mayor
Damage
[roll0]
Fort save or be pushed 27 feet back

Also i forgot to re apply my bonus from Monks Belt when i got it back, but thats my fault so i'll just deal with the arrow.

Also succeeded on the Reflex save

[Inevitability]

The blast of frigid air hits the mayor square. He tries to shield his eyes, but the cold overwhelms him. For a moment, he stands tall, then his body is blown off the wall. It crashes down on the cobblestones with a sickening sound, and lies still. Several other halflings are also killed.

The death of their leader is enough to make several halflings flee. They run into the gatehouses or jump off the walls, their descents cushioned by protective spells. Now faced with only a few enemies, Perditor's summoned beasts are quick to clear the walls.

Judging from the light further down the wall, one more group of halflings is approaching.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor uses this chance to rip the offending arrow out of his hide, then whistles for his beasts to attack the other halfligns.

[Inevitability]

The centipedes begin crawling towards the light. A few cries from the halflings indicate that they've been spotted, and moments later spells start flying. One of the anthropods, already weakened from an earlier fight, takes an acidic orb to the head and disappears.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor swoops over to the wall and lands, shifting to his true form.


If hes got an action left after that he recasts Obscuring Snow

[Inevitability]

Perditor lands near the mayor's corpse and once more shrouds himself with a snowstorm. The sounds of battle from the walls continue, but from his current position Perditor can't clearly see what's going on.

[Blackhawk748]

Trusting in his insects to keep the halflings away for a bit longer, Perditor casts Snowsight on himself.

[Inevitability]

As Perditor casts his spell, the sounds of fighting stop. From the halfling voices chattering amongst each other in their native language, it seems the small mages have won.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor turns towards the small mages and calls forth more creatures.


Casting SNA V using a 4th level slot to summon 1d3 Locust Swarms
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

A swarm of locusts appears higher up the walls as the mages approach. His movements and mumblings give Perditor away, but the halflings have bigger things to focus on.

"More insects! Blast them! Blast them!"
"I didn't prepare blasting! He told us we should focus on the cow monster!
"Everyone stand back! I'll scatter them!"

Moments later a blast of air emanates from one of the halflings, blowing the locusts far down the wall and disorganizing them for a moment. The other mages look down and seem to consider casting a spell, but the snowdrifts don't provide them with a clear target to work their magic on.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor locates the mage that cast that wind spell and hurls an Icelance at him.


Attack roll, against normal AC
[roll0]

Damage
[roll1]

Fort save or be stunned for 1d4 rounds
[roll2]

[Inevitability]

The icy spear skewers the caster, who collapses. The other halflings, disoriented, weakened and without a clear target, make a run for it. Two start running away in the direction they came from, the third begins hammering on the gatehouse door, begging to be let in.

He is not let in.

The city has lost about all coordinated defense, so how about we skip ahead a bit? Just say what Perditor would like to do now.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor goes on a rampage, destroying everything within reach and instructing his remains creatures to kill everything they can. Perditor heads towards the place where the mages held him, continuing to wreck stuff on is way.

[Inevitability]

Dozens of halflings are killed by Perditor, and more by his summoned beasts. None try to kill him anymore: instead they flee upon seeing him.

After a lengthy rampage, the monster arrives at the large building where it was previously held captive. At first glance, it is quiet and empty, but faint light shines through the upper windows.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor summons yet more creatures and sets them upon the light in the upper window


Using a 3rd level slot to cast SNA 4 to summon 1d4+1 Spider Swarms
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Tens of thousands of spiders appear and begin crawling up the wall, then crawl inside through various cracks in the walls or windows. Screams can be heard coming from above.

[Blackhawk748]

With a nod of satisfaction Perditor kicks the door in and starts violently sifting through the building, mostly looking for interesting magical items. He destroys any books on magic that he finds.

[Inevitability]

Once or twice Perditor encounters a fleeing halfling, but disposing of them isn't much of a problem.

The building proves very large, with a variety of books, study rooms, and other chambers.

How is Perditor looking for magical things, exactly? Is he casting Detect Magic?

[Blackhawk748]

Hes just looking for anything that seems odd and then casting Detect Magic

[Inevitability]

Room after room is searched and scanned for magic items. By the end of his rampage, Perditor has accumulated a small pile of magic items.

Ten Everburning Torches.
47 arcane scrolls.
4 vials of milky white fluid.
2 vials of turbulent red fluid.
A deck of playing cards.
A pouch of fine gray powder.
A headband made from fox fur.
A mummified halfling hand on a gold chain.
A hooded lantern.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor destroys the scrolls and stuffs the rest of the items into his haversack, he'll look at them later. He peeks out a window to see how the destruction is going.

[Inevitability]

Outside, the city is burning. Perhaps someone knocked over a lamp, or maybe one of the surviving wizards miscast a fire spell. Either way, the fire is rapidly spreading.

No halflings can be seen fleeing anymore. Either they've already done so, or they died trying.

[Blackhawk748]

Giving a nod of satisfaction Perditor heads to an exit and shifts to his flight form and heads home taking a roundabout way.

[Inevitability]

Perditor returns to his ledge, leaving the city to burn.

As he reaches the mountains, however, the monster spots an enormous eagle occupying his lair: its wingspan nearly twenty feet. The animal turns to look at Perditor with intelligent eyes.

"Why did you kill them?" it screeches in perfect common.

[Blackhawk748]

Because it is my reason for being. This world was created for great and powerful creatures to rule, and for those weak and small beings to be ruled. They have upset the order of things and so i was created to rebalance the world.

[Inevitability]

"Who is there left to rule, beast? The treants have died, their forests have been cut down. The giants' wars have reduced their empire to rubble, and the few that remain now are alone and venerable. Only a handful of dragons still live, soon to be reduced to none. The age of monsters is over: change is part of this world, too. Accept this: abandon your foolish quest and let those halflings live their lives."

A small stream of green fluid can be seen trickling down from the eagle's temple.

[Blackhawk748]

No Eagle. This is why i was born, and i shall do what i must, but if they can stop me, they will have proven themselves worthy. Until that time, i shall return this world to its former glory.

What is that on our head?


[roll0]

[Inevitability]

"And then, when all halflings are dead, what shall you do? Will you celebrate? Will you sleep? There will be no beasts like you to rule these lands again: they will be forever barren and deserted."

The eagle either ignores or hasn't heard Perditor's comment about the fluid.

[Blackhawk748]

That which created me shall create more beasts, they shall rule, just as my father intended.

[Inevitability]

"I see. Then you are what we suspect, and you must be stopped."

The eagle's face is unnaturally contorted for a moment before a large, greenish tentacle of slime bursts forth from its head, tearing apart the left side of its head. The animal spreads its wings, making its body appear great and fearsome.

Perditor: [roll0]
Eagle?: [roll1]

The bird, if it can be called that, makes a jerky movement with its head. The tentacle lashes at Perditor, trying to ensnare a limb.

[Inevitability]

Touch attack: [roll0]
Grapple check: [roll1]
Perditor's grapple: [roll2]

The tentacle ensnares one of Perditor's wings. With surprisingly great strength, the eagle pulls the winged beast closer. Its beak opens and closes wordlessly and its muscles are strained.

Then, the animal flings itself off the ledge. The sudden force drags Perditor along, and moments later the two unnatural beasts are falling down the mountain, mere feet from each other. The ground, far below at first, is now rapidly approaching.

Creatures with Improved Grab can move grappled creatures without checks.

Also, you're in mid-air, so you have a turn to do whatever you want. The next round will end with both creatures crashing down, though.

Note that Perditor is still in aerial form.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor attacks the tentacle that has ensnared him with his talon, attempting to rip it apart.


Talon Attack


Damage
[roll[1d8+9

[Inevitability]

The twisted animal receives a nasty blow from Perditor's claw, and more green goo drips from the wound. It screeches one last time, then the two combatants strike the ground. The last thing Perditor sees before losing consciousness is the eagle's skull bursting into a mess of slime and muck.


When the monster opens its eyes again, it is in a very different place. A great stone pillar, miles in height, towers over a stormy ocean. Waves hundreds of feet in height crash against its base and earthquakes shake it from time to time, but the pillar stands tall.

A booming voice roars from the thunderheads surrounding Perditor, coming from no particular direction.

"Perditor! Tell me: how fares your mission in the world of men? Does the blood of halflings stain your claws? Do their cities lie in ruins? Do their children weep?"

Introspective dream(?) sequence awaaaaaay!

[Blackhawk748]

"I have begun my mission father, their blood does indeed stain my claws, but destroying their cities goes slowly. I was arrogant in my first hunts, i underestimated the small creatures, i underestimated how much their magic strengthens them. No more, i shall be a patient hunter and i shall destroy them slowly, as time is on our side."

[Inevitability]

"Good: no hunter can be without patience. Now be blessed, my child."

The storm all around Perditor surges and a lightning bolt strikes the beast. Rather than pain, Perditor feels new power.

Suddenly, the pillar disappears, as do the storm, sea and voice. Perditor finds himself lying unharmed on a rocky surface, at the foot of the mountain he was pulled off. Next to him is the splattered corpse of the giant eagle, red blood and green slime staining the stones around it.

Please update Perditor's sheet to 11th level.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor picks himself up off the ground shaking off the dirt. "What creature took over this Eagle?"


Knowledge Nature
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

Perditor has no knowledge of any natural being able to take over or warp other creatures in this way. He does know that eagles don't naturally sprout tentacles, though.

[Blackhawk748]

Shaking his head and filing away the tentacle possession thing for later, Perditor decides to do a flyover of the halfling city he had ruined.

[Inevitability]

The city seems properly devastated. The tarred roofs have gone up in flames, and what few stone buildings there were are now devastated too: Perditor's rampage didn't help there. Interestingly, some places seem to have exploded from the inside, rather than burned up.

A few halflings are scavenging amidst the ruins, but other than them no survivors can be seen.

[Blackhawk748]

Satisfied with his work Perditor finds whatever large main looking road heads out of the city and follows it.

[Inevitability]

The road leads north, but after a short distance splits into a path that keeps leading north and one branching off westwards. Of the two paths, the northern appears less travelled.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor turns west and stays flying high.

[Inevitability]

Before long, Perditor spots strange caravan traveling in the same direction as he is. A few halflings are riding ponies, with more walking along. One is sitting on what seems to be a disk of magical force, and another halfling is being carried by a strange, semi-transparent horselike being.

The halflings have not spotted Perditor yet. Currently, they're about 500 feet away.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor lands and fires off a Boreal Wind into the rear of the caravan.


Damage
[roll0]

Fort save or be blown 30 ft away

[Inevitability]

Halflings, mounts and even the phantasmal horse are all blown away by the force of the gale. When the storm clears, none are moving.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor walks over and systematically crushes the halflings skulls. Once that is done he sifts through the caravan looking for anything interesting and scanning for magic items.

[Inevitability]

In the saddlebags of a frozen pony, Perditor finds large quantities of dried meat and bread, as well as a potion bottle filled with purple liquid.

The other dead are less interesting, with food and clothes being all most have on them. A few are carrying small pouches filled with dried bugs, powders and iron filings and spellbooks. In addition, the halfling who was previously sitting on the now-gone floating disk is carrying a small blue crystal lens with a single word in the halfling scipt carved into it. The moment Perditor picks it up, the disk floats towards him.

Aaaaand that's the first time I ever said 'frozen pony'. Never thought I'd ever need that phrase.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor stashes the bottle in his Haversack with the rest of the odds and ends and proceeds to study the floating glass.


Spellcraft to ID what this thing does.
[roll0]

Oh i will make you say all sorts of weird stuff before this over

[Inevitability]

Making a normal Spellcraft check to effectively identify a magic item is nearly impossible (DC is set at 50 + CL), but if you use it with Detect Magic you can learn some things. I'll let you use the same check result if you do so.

Perditor also recognizes the force disk as a Floating Disk: a lesser spell effect used for transportation.

[Blackhawk748]

Making a normal Spellcraft check to effectively identify a magic item is nearly impossible (DC is set at 50 + CL), but if you use it with Detect Magic you can learn some things. I'll let you use the same check result if you do so.

Perditor also recognizes the force disk as a Floating Disk: a lesser spell effect used for transportation.


Thank you, forgot to use Detect Magic, i shall do that now and then figure out stuff about it.

[Inevitability]

Perditor figures out the spell is a Transmutation effect called 'Floating Disk'. It creates a disk of force that can lift several hundred pounds of weight, transport liquids, or carry people. It follows the caster around, but can't float more than a short distance above the ground.

The item is activated by letting light shine through the lens.

[Blackhawk748]

With a shrug Perditor puts the small disk into the haversack, it may be useful later.

[Inevitability]

Perditor is alone amongst the devastated caravan, the road stretching out ahead of him and behind him.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor takes to the skies once more gaining altitude and heads off in the direction that the caravan was.

[Inevitability]

There won't be anything really interesting for several days of travel: want to let Perditor smash some hamlets here and there while making his way down the road?

[Blackhawk748]

There won't be anything really interesting for several days of travel: want to let Perditor smash some hamlets here and there while making his way down the road?


Sure why not.

[Inevitability]

For several days does Perditor fly westward, occasionally dismembering a lone traveler or smashing a village or farm.

At last, he reaches a more interesting place: a great city, consisting of hundreds of tall towers. Bridges between the towers, as well as floating platforms, allow for transportation. Others fly around on the backs of winged doglike beasts. It's clearly a place of magic and mystery.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor simply looks on at this place. This one is going to be harder th break than the last one. First things first though, he must find a lair. So he takes off and searches the surrounding area for a place to hole up.

[Inevitability]

The terrain is less mountainous than it was to the east, but Perditor finds a lair nonetheless. A large rock turns out to conceal a hollow in the grassy terrain, spacious enough for the monster to comfortably fit into in a smaller form. The rock can be moved to make entry nearly impossible.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor lands and enters the hollow, looking out for any nasty surprises.


Spot
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The hollow appears to be empty, and subsequent entrance doesn't cause anything to attack Perditor either.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor shifts the large rock in front of the entrance and then curls up and takes a nap.

[Inevitability]

Perditor's nap passes uneventfully.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor shifts the rock slightly before looking out and checking that noone is there. If it looks clear he pushes the rock wide enough that he can leave.

[Inevitability]

No one can be seen near the stone, which is a fair distance away from the main road.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor leaves his new lair, stretches and takes off into the sky, heading to the city he saw flying high.

[Inevitability]

The city is quickly reached.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor does a high flyover of the city, checking its layout and looking at its defenses.


Spot
[roll0]

[Inevitability]

The city is surrounded by a thick wall, and various strange devices appear mounted on the towers. Various halflings, some of them riding their flying mounts, seem to be charged with keeping the peace.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor circles the city for a bit, weighing his odds. He doesnt like them. He decides to go an look at another city, see if its less defended. He finds a road leading away from the city and heads along it.

[Inevitability]

Two large roads lead away from the city: one east and one north. The eastern road Perditor came from, the northern road is unexplored so far.

[Blackhawk748]

Perditor heads down the North road, still flying high

[Inevitability]

Perditor's journey north is largely ineventful. Some more villages are ravaged, some more animals devoured, but nothing truly worth mentioning happens.

The city Perditor eventually arrives at can only be recognized as a city by the road leading straight towards it. It would be best described as a large hill, with fortifications built on and into it. The road leads into a tunnel in the hillside (apparently closable with large wooden gates), lit by flickering torches. The places seems guarded well, and many guards can be seen on the lookout.