Assault on Nightscree, pt. 2
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DM: Though I can't put my finger on it
Nikolai: .
Nikolai: ah, there we go
Nikolai: Ok I am here
DM: ok
DM: Jay is finishing cooking dinner and
Nikolai: And Sandy there you have some minis
DM: Adam is ...?
DM: Thanks
Albrecht: adam is in the kitchen
DM: Aha
DM: Ok
Albrecht: he's techanically here though
DM: So, anyone need a synopsis?
DM: Speak now if yes
Nikolai: though honestly
Nikolai: what do you think of this for Zoya:
http://www.videogamesprites.net/FinalFantasyTactics/Jobs/Knight/Knight3F-SW.gif
DM: ehhh
boris_dinner: did that happen at some point?
boris_dinner: bagel call
DM: Haha
DM: you missed the bagels yes
DM: It's ok
DM: We saved you some
boris_dinner: whew
DM: Alright, well, I take it everyone recalls what is up
DM: So let me just quickly summarize the battle status, and please proceed to
http://hugin.nfshost.com/hugin/?instance=beyond_ragnarok
Nikolai: https://dl.dropbox.com/u/294821/Sprites/Dragoon1F-SW.png
Nikolai: ?
DM: (also nah)
Nikolai: ok
DM: Of the four deathbringers you encountered in the throne room of Nightscree,
you
DM: have destroyed two!
DM: Remember, there are about six, give or take one, in the whole city
DM: You're also currently under assault from spellstitched ghouls, hiding in arrow
slits near the hall's ceiling
DM: They have just blasted you with vile-damage-enhanced fireballs
DM: Meanwhile, as the battle rages, you hear (and, via Nikolai's Status-link,
sense) your allies coming down the hall
Nikolai: ... fuck I didn't save my sheet
DM: Init order is as follows:
DM\Gaia: Sven 29
DM\Gaia: Devourers 22
DM\Gaia: Taras 19
DM\Gaia: Ghouls 17
DM\Gaia: Nikolai 17
DM\Gaia: Boris 15
DM\Gaia: Albrecht 12
DM\Gaia: We begin at the bottom of init, when the following happens...
Albrecht: devourers?
DM: ?
Nikolai: deathbringers?
Albrecht: sounds like the wrong wrord
Nikolai: yeah
DM: What did I say?
DM: Deathbringers
Nikolai: Devourers.
Nikolai: read your own init list.
DM: whoops
DM: Yes that should be Deathbringers
DM: Anyways.
DM: The yelling which you have heard from the corridor gets closer
DM: And
boris_dinner: ah yes, we were raiding goblins...
Nestor: runs into the throne hall
DM: Closely followed by
Zoya: There's incoming!
DM: Denis and Miroslav follow close on their heels
Nikolai: :|
Nikolai: you guys.
DM: You note that Zoya is wielding the Light of Alexandria, and her chainsaw-sword
is nowhere to be found
boris_dinner: challenge 2 - this is a hands on dinner :/
Nikolai: eat it really fast
DM: (it's ok, your init is not first)
Nikolai: before your init
Albrecht: also let me see if i can find my notes on what happened to Boris
Nestor: We will soon be joined by incorporeal foes!
Nikolai: he used some time sotp
Albrecht: Boris has 169 hp and 130 hp of stoneskin, and I've used the extra action
Nikolai: right, that
boris_dinner: notes
DM: Aaaand
DM: Sven you're up.
boris_dinner: -ed*
Nikolai: ugh they are going to get off another volley of fireballs
Sven: fucking incorporeal
Nikolai: not cool
Albrecht: unless sven can stop them
Albrecht: does he have a wall of stone?
Sven: no
DM: Note: this entire construction is wooden
Nikolai: no that was my trick
Nikolai: really
Nikolai: no rock or anything in the floor
DM: Somewhere in the foundation, perhaps, but not here
boris_dinner: rounds of combat for haste, invis, any arcane strike
Nikolai: fuck
DM: Whole city is really almost entirely wooden buildings
DM: Solid wood for places like this, thick and high-quality, but wood
DM: Anyway yeah, Sven's up
boris_dinner: create water?
Nikolai: ok, we should leave the room
Sven: and we presumably haven't seen any route to behind the walls yet?
DM: Sure you have
DM: The tapestries hanging on the walls (red lines)
DM: You saw the deathbringers and their bears emerging from behind them
Nikolai: hm
Nikolai: the question is can you get back there and murder them all in one round
Nikolai: or at least half of them
Taras: *fist shaking* Always the tapestries!!
Sven: unlikely
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: they're likely in a line.
Nikolai: you have that big nasty up
Sven: I have no idea what's behind the tapestries
Albrecht: do you have any more of those sunbursts?
Sven: eh fuck it
Sven: let's see
Albrecht: that seemed to handle them at first
Sven: I go through the nearest one
Sven: or were the fireballs only coming from one side?
Nikolai: both sides
DM: Both yes
Sven: are there dudes here?
DM: You brush past the tapestry and find yourself in a dark, narrow corridor
DM: Got darkvision?
DM: Or a light source?
Sven: continual light ioun stone
DM: k
DM: (you are currently squeezing, note)
DM: The corridor goes south, and there are also stairs going sharply upward
Nikolai: (do jariliths not get any sort of low-light vision thing
Sven: they probably do
Nikolai: so no dudes then
DM: Remember, the arrow slits are near the ceiling
Nikolai: ohh
Sven: oh I see
Sven: fine
Sven: I ascend the stairs
DM: You are now in low, 3-feet tall crawlspace
DM: Gaunt humanoid creatures crouch at slits in the north wall!
DM: There are five of them
Nikolai: eyebeams
Sven: sunbeam across their faces
DM: ok.
Nikolai: CATBEAMS
DM: How much does that do?
DM: A lot, right
Nikolai: tons
Sven: uhh
Sven: 28d6
DM: That's a bunch
DM: Well
DM: They are all incinerated.
Nikolai: yay
Sven: next.
DM: Next up
DM: You know how I said that the init order didn't contain any devourers, and that
entry was a mistake
DM: Total lies
DM: Blatant falsehoods
Sven: lol @ "catbeams"
DM: From the north wall...
Nikolai: ok then wtf is a devourer
Sven: we 'bout to find out, son
Nikolai: also what was the deathbringers init
Taras: It was a beam of cations.
Sven: :|
Nikolai: I feel like this is a thing we should already know
DM: The deathbringer init was deathbringers
DM: That part was true.
Nikolai: which was not on your list
Nikolai: at all
Nikolai: even slightly
Nikolai: so I'll assume they have no turns
Nikolai: \o/
DM: :p
DM: Through the north wall come ghostly, hovering corpses...
Nikolai: no but seriously, when is there init
Nikolai: their*
DM: (22)
Nikolai: k
Nikolai: same init as these things...
DM: Through their ragged incorporeal clothes you can see their ribcages, inside
which are trapped small, tormented ghostly forms!
DM: http://obormot.ath.cx/~obormot/beyond_ragnarok/devourer.png
Sven: do I want to know what it is they devour?
DM: Your SOUL
DM: First of all
Sven: you couldn't've said "burgers"?
DM: You all can feel their baleful gaze upon you, corrupting your minds and your
flesh!
Nikolai: pfft
Taras: The gaze is full of bale :(
DM: Secondly...
boris_dinner: uh oh
DM: The devourer next to Boris reaches out both of its hands and reaches INTO
BORIS'S BRAIN
DM: Boris is CONFUSED.
DM: (no save)
Albrecht: and no attack roll either?
DM: hm
DM: Can it miss?
DM: Maybe it can, you're right
Albrecht: or attack roll so high it autohits our highest touch AC?
DM: Boris your touch AC is what
DM: No I bet they can miss, you're right
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Albrecht: i mean i'm pretty sure they can't miss me, but that's because my touch AC is
pants
» obormot is now known as Devourers.
boris_dinner: wow
Devourers: !try 14 14
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Devourers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 14 = 25
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 14 = 24
Nikolai: <_<
boris_dinner: ....miss
Nikolai: :D
DM: Wow
boris_dinner: its 26
DM: No shit
DM: Ok then
Sven: lol.
Nikolai: sucker
boris_dinner: thank you haste
Albrecht: Boris gets most of his AC from stuff that boosts touch too
DM: Ok
DM: Well!
Taras: Like happy feet.
Nikolai: yeah that's what you get for trying to touch a L19 rogue
boris_dinner: ol
Nikolai: dumbasses
boris_dinner: (broken l on keyboard damnit)
DM: The next devourer reaches its hands toward Albrecht...
Sven: *hammerdance*
DM: And its hands separate from its ghostly body
DM: And fly out toward Albrecht!
Taras: *scoot scoot*
DM: Reaching into his BRAIN
Albrecht: bullshit.
Albrecht: well
Devourers: !try 16 16
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Devourers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 16 = 17
DiceBot: 1d20 < 20 = 20 > + 16 = 36
Albrecht: they can't miss
DM: k
Nikolai: they find his brain encased in IRON
Albrecht: but is this confusion mind-affecting?
DM: Are you immune to mind-affecting
DM: yep
Nikolai: lol.
Albrecht: I'm Albrecht von fucking Scherbach.
DM: Albrecht shrugs off the attack!
Albrecht: Of course i"m immune to mind-affecting.
Nikolai: yeah!
Sven: man, your brainpan is fucking strange
DM: Finally
Albrecht: My brain is in fact encased in iron
DM: The third devourer
Taras: Here we go
DM: Oh guys
DM: Remember
DM: Your Death Wards
DM: Were dispelled... for some of you
Nikolai: yeah, some
DM: Sven, Albrecht, Taras?
Taras: I believe Taras' was
Nikolai: not even close to all
DM: I think?
Nikolai: not Sven's
Albrecht: not me, i'm pretty sure
Nikolai: you got 2.
DM: Taras and Nikolai?
Nikolai: No?
DM: Taras and who, then
Nikolai: Albrecht I believe
Nikolai: I'll check the log
DM: ok
Sven: I think me
DM: Well anyway
DM: The third devourer reaches out toward Taras
DM: Its hands fly out toward you
Nikolai: ah
Nikolai: Sven and Taras
Nikolai: were the two
DM: And touch you, grabbing your heart!
Taras: Oh wait
Taras: That's different and badder.
Albrecht: wait
Taras: D:
Albrecht: Taras has a heart?
DM: You are drained of two levels.
DM: Bam.
Nikolai: ooof
DM: -2 to all your shit
DM: So that's the devourers
DM: Next up is deathbringers
Nikolai: good thing we're all in a little circle.
DM: The deathbringer nearer the exit is going to full attack Albrecht
DM: After first taking a step like so
DM: First, a trip attempt:
Taras: "You m'bitch now"
DM: Touch hits, roll Str please
Albrecht: !try 7
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 17 = 17 > + 7 = 24
Deathbringers: !try 17;trip
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: (trip) 1d20 < 13 = 13 > + 17 = 30
Albrecht: ok that has a shot in hell of winning
Albrecht: but yeah, didn't think so
DM: You are tripped!
boris_dinner: I first read that as "that's bladder"
Albrecht: what a surprise
» boris_dinner is now known as Boris.
Deathbringers: Improved Trip bonus attack!
Deathbringers: !try 23
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 9 = 9 > + 23 = 32
Albrecht: nope
Albrecht: not even close
Deathbringers: !try 23 18 18 13 13
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 23 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 8 = 8 > + 18 = 26
DiceBot: 1d20 < 17 = 17 > + 18 = 35
DiceBot: 1d20 < 20 = 20 > + 13 = 33
DiceBot: 1d20 < 13 = 13 > + 13 = 26
Nikolai: wow that's a lot of fail
DM: Anything good in there?
Nikolai: i mean, a lot of flail.
Nikolai: <_<
Sven: :/
DM: ... :p
DM: Albrecht?
DM: Anyway, the other deathbringer raises its fist
Nikolai: of course he does
DM: And sends forth a burst of negative energy
DM: Centered about next to Taras
DM: Taras, Nikolai, and NPCs...
DM: mmm
Nikolai: this is from last session
Nikolai: [2012-05-20 23:07:22] Taras: Freedom of Movement, Stoneskin, Barkskin, Greater
Magic Weapon, Death Ward, ... uh...
Albrecht: yeah nothing hits there
DM: Wow
DM: Here's dispel for Nikolai's DW
Deathbringers: !try 20;dispel
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: (dispel) 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 20 = 26
Nikolai: hahah
Nikolai: get out
DM: Dispel for NPC death wards:
DM: Just Zoya, actually, so
Nikolai: so the dispel dc for Skins is 11+19 = 30
Deathbringers: !try 20;dispel
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: (dispel) 1d20 < 7 = 7 > + 20 = 27
DM: Her DW is dispelled
Nikolai: the dispel dc for GMW is 35
DM: Finally, Taras...
Nikolai: the dispel dc for FoM is its a wand lol
Deathbringers: !try 20;dispel_taras
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: (dispel_taras) 1d20 < 7 = 7 > + 20 = 27
Deathbringers: !try 20
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 20 = 25
Deathbringers: !try 20
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 20 = 34
DM: That gets something, no?
Nikolai: order should be
Taras: Probably barkskin
Nikolai: Stoneskin, FoM, GMW, Barkskin
Nikolai: i believe
DM: GMW
Taras: FoM is that high up?
Taras: It's a wand.
Nikolai: (it's by SL right?)
DM: Yes
DM: By SL
Nikolai: 34 doesn't get my GMW
DM: So GMW
Taras: Ah ok
DM: Oh
DM: ok
Deathbringers: !try 20
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 20 = 30
Taras: I thought it was dispel DC
Nikolai: barely made it
Taras: huh.
Taras: So no barkskin
DM: And that's a
DM: Barkskin
DM: yes.
Nikolai: DC 30
Nikolai: on the dot
DM: Said deathbringer now steps through the tapestry
DM: And is now somewhere offscreen.
Nikolai: >:|
Taras: At least I still have full HP.... which is now 167
Nikolai: really?
DM: Taras, you are up.
Sven: did I see it go by?
DM: You did not.
Nikolai: how is your full hp 167
DM: You do, however, see another set of stairs
DM: At the other (eastern) end of the crawlspace
Taras: Did that AE not apply another negative level?
Taras: It's 172 if not
DM: Oh you take damage
Taras: (took 40 vile damage)
DM: Also
DM: Wait
Nikolai: Oh you're counting the vile damage
DM: Yeah roll a Will save Taras
Taras: !try 16
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 16 = 35
Taras: Baus
DM: Success, you take half of:
DM: !roll 10d8
DiceBot: rolls dice for DM : 10d8 < 2 5 7 7 8 7 1 4 4 3 = 48 > = 48
DM: Your turn.
Taras: Is there a neglev applied from that or no?
DM: no.
DM: Just damage.
Nikolai: (hm. Nestor can't cast Good spells can he...)
DM: He cannot
Nikolai: I really should have prepped quickened consecrate
DM: Would've helped, yes
Taras: 5-foots
Taras: at least GMW survived
Taras: remind me, these have SLAs yes
DM: No
Nikolai: just bullshit
Taras: !try 30 25 20 15
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 13 = 13 > + 30 = 43
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 25 = 36
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 20 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 15 = 29
DM: Nope
DM: Nothing
DM: All of those are misses
DM: The devourer appears to be taking a defensive stance
Taras: huh
DM: *deathbringer
Nikolai: combat expertise
Taras: Oh :l
DM: mmhm
DM: Ghouls go!
DM: Five of them have been vaporized by cat sunbeams
DM: But 5 remain!
Nikolai: catbeams.
DM: From the arrow slits on the northern side of the wall...
DM: Streak a number of dark force missiles!
Nikolai: wat.
Nikolai: :|
DM: They strike Taras in a barrage of force damage
Nikolai: oh come on.
Nikolai: hasn't he suffered enough
Albrecht: clearly someone taught them about focus fire
DM: Absolutely not
DM: More suffering is called for
Ghouls: !try 20d4+20
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Ghouls :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 20d4 < 1 4 1 4 1 4 3 2 2 2 4 3 1 3 2 4 2 3 1 3 = 50 > + 20
= 84
Taras: didn't know you cared!
DM: 20 of that is vile damage.
Nikolai: minus 14 because you suck
DM: right
Nikolai: so
DM: So 50 force, 20 vile force
Nikolai: 70
Taras: No ref?
Nikolai: it's Magic Missile
Taras: Ah
DM: yep
Nikolai: 5 of them
DM: Violated Magic Missile, to be precise!
DM: Nikolai goes.
Albrecht: I could have made them sad if they tried that
Nikolai: ahem
Taras: 78/152
Nikolai: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/294821/simon-whothehelldoyouthinkiam.jpg
Nikolai: Mass Heal!
Albrecht: (if you for some reason need to, skip me)
Nikolai: yeah I'm not getting you
DM: You sure do love that image
Albrecht: I am only down 7 hp
Nikolai: yeah
Nikolai: it's amazing
Nikolai: anyway
Nikolai: getting
Nikolai: All the devourers
Taras: Also not failing at math I'm actually 142/142
Nikolai: the DB
Nikolai: and Taras
DM: Will half?
Nikolai: yes
Boris: nice pic.....but yeah you can skip e unelss I have some status ailment I don't know about
Deathbringers: !try 21;will
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: (will) 1d20 < 16 = 16 > + 21 = 37
Nikolai: yeah I have to skip you
Devourers: !try 13;half
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Devourers :
DiceBot: (half) 1d20 < 15 = 15 > + 13 = 28
Boris: fine I didn't want your heal anyway?
Nikolai: Taras is kerborked
Nikolai: Devourers fail
Nikolai: DBs pass
Nikolai: 100 damage for the DBs
Nikolai: 200 for the Devs
Nikolai: and Taras you get like 100 hp
Nikolai: for all the good that does you
Taras: I use... 62 of it
Taras: 64*
DM\Gaia: So
Nikolai: Devourers still up?
DM\Gaia: Isn't one of the devourers further than 30ft from someone
Nikolai: nope
DM\Gaia: k.
DM\Gaia: The devourers are blown away into ethereal nothingness by the massive surge of
positive energy!
Nikolai: 30ft from Taras
Taras: depends on which tile it's in
Taras: Isn't it 35?
Nikolai: nope
DM\Gaia: The deathbringer, though severely burnt by the healing blast, still stands.
Nikolai: 6 squares
Nikolai: if it's in the far tile
Nikolai: I measured :P
DM\Gaia: Anything else, Nikolai?
Nikolai: ok so
Nikolai: they're all dead
DM\Gaia: yes
Nikolai: I'ma go over this way
DM\Gaia: Boris' turn is next.
Boris: huwaaa?
Nikolai: wait wait
DM\Gaia: /farnsworth
Nikolai: through the thing
Nikolai: up the stairs
Nikolai: assumign they exist
Boris: I guess I should stab this thing that wanted to touch me in my special place?
DM\Gaia: They do but you don't quite have enough movement for that
DM\Gaia: You're near the top of the stairs
DM\Gaia: And that's your move.
Nikolai: says who
DM\Gaia: What's your move
DM\Gaia: 30?
Nikolai: my 60ft fly speed?
Boris: doesn't really know what's going on anyway
DM\Gaia: Oh
DM\Gaia: ok then
Nikolai: duh
DM\Gaia: Then yes you find yourself in the crawlspace with Sven
DM\Gaia: Boris:
DM\Gaia: The devourers got destroyed, I just haven't removed their minis
DM\Gaia: Only the deathbringer remains
DM\Gaia: There near the melee dudes
Nikolai: I assume nthe nearest thing is not within touch range
Boris: ethereal or not so much?
DM\Gaia: Oh you went north
DM\Gaia: I see
Nikolai: yeah
Nikolai: because I'm not dumb.
DM\Gaia: Deathbringer is not at all ethereal
DM\Gaia: So
DM\Gaia: There are 5 ghouls
Boris: moves there
DM\Gaia: Or maybe ghasts
DM\Gaia: Crouching at the arrow slits
DM\Gaia: You can reach the nearest one yes.
Nikolai: quickened heightened cure critical
Nikolai: !try 12;touch
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (touch) 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 12 = 13
Nikolai: ...
Boris: lol
DM\Gaia: mmk
DM\Gaia: That's actually a hit
Nikolai: \o/
Nikolai: !roll 4d8+20
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 4d8 < 4 1 1 8 = 14 > + 20 = 34
DM\Gaia: DC?
Nikolai: enormous
DM\Gaia: !try 12;will
DiceBot: rolls attempts for DM\Gaia :
DiceBot: (will) 1d20 < 9 = 9 > + 12 = 21
DM\Gaia: ok
Nikolai: nope
Nikolai: not even close
DM\Gaia: The ghoul takes said damage.
Nikolai: >:|
DM\Gaia: Boris!
Boris: :D
DM\Gaia: gogo
DM\Gaia: Stab a thing
Boris: !try 33;hadtoMoveButFlankin
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (hadtoMoveButFlankin) 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 33 = 34
Boris: ....
DM\Gaia: That's a miss I'm afraid
Boris: boo urns
DM\Gaia: Next up
DM\Gaia: There is a loud click beneath the floor
DM\Gaia: The sound of ratcheting
Albrecht: and more bullshit happens?
DM\Gaia: And three pieces of floor give way
DM\Gaia: And out of them
DM\Gaia: Pour SWARMS
DM\Gaia: Swarms of ANTS
DM\Gaia: Big, bloated, white ants
DM\Gaia: Each 4 inches long
Boris: impressive
DM\Gaia: One of them moves to swarm over poor Nestor & Co.
DM\Gaia: The other two move toward the melee people
DM\Gaia: But don't reach this round
DM\Gaia: Albrecht, you are up.
DM\Gaia: Well, you're prone, actually
DM\Gaia: But it's your turn!
DM\Gaia: Meanwhile there is a sound from the corridor
Albrecht: sec
Boris: how tall are the swarms?
Albrecht: (moving down the hall)
DM\Gaia: A sort of growling or gurgling
DM\Gaia: The swarms are 0 tall
DM\Gaia: They are ants and cannot fly
DM\Gaia: They are merely on the floor.
Boris: just making sure they didn't all combine into a giant walking man (yet)
DM\Gaia: NOT YET
Boris: lol
Albrecht: ok then
Nikolai: the fuck is that from
Albrecht: this deathbringer looks pretty beat up?
DM\Gaia: oh yes
DM\Gaia: Absolutely totally
DM\Gaia: Large chunks of his pale undead flesh is charred
DM\Gaia: From positive energy
Albrecht: I will, then, full attack from prone
Nikolai: oh also on my turn i taunt the ghoul/ghast spell things
Nikolai: Hit me jerks!
DM\Gaia: Hah
DM\Gaia: Ok then
Albrecht: !try 31 31 26 21 16
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 31 = 41
DiceBot: 1d20 < 3 = 3 > + 31 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 12 = 12 > + 26 = 38
DiceBot: 1d20 < 13 = 13 > + 21 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 16 = 26
DM\Gaia: A whole 1 hit
Boris: oy
DM\Gaia: Combat lolxpertise
Albrecht: !roll 1d10+2d6+20
DiceBot: rolls dice for Albrecht : 1d10 < 8 = 8 > + 2d6 < 4 1 = 5 > + 20 = 33
Taras: wait 41 hits?
DM\Gaia: yes?
Taras: I got a 43
DM\Gaia: Really?
Nikolai: truth
Albrecht: yeah
Nikolai: first attack
Nikolai: 43
DM\Gaia: So I see
Nikolai: what's that
Albrecht: also I failed at math...
DM\Gaia: Very well
Boris: it dies
Nikolai: the sound of more damage?
DM\Gaia: Roll damage retroactively
Albrecht: +2 bane +2 flank -4 prone = 0, so the 38 is actually a 40… in case that turns
out to matter
DM\Gaia: It does!
DM\Gaia: That's a hit
DM\Gaia: Both of you roll
Taras: !roll 1d10+25+1d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Taras : 1d10 < 8 = 8 > + 25 + 1d6 < 4 = 4 > = 37
DM\Gaia: And Albrecht?
Albrecht: !roll 1d10+2d6+20
DiceBot: rolls dice for Albrecht : 1d10 < 5 = 5 > + 2d6 < 6 1 = 7 > + 20 = 32
Taras: were they immune to the fire?
Nikolai: that 1d6 doesn't hurt him
Nikolai: they have RE up
DM\Gaia: yes
Taras: ah ok
DM\Gaia: The deathbringer collapses!
DM\Gaia: It is destroyed.
DM\Gaia: Nikolai, you see the ghouls up there with you get disoriented momentarily!
Nikolai: :o
Taras: They are overcome with vertighost.
DM\Gaia: By which I mean that they are dazed.
Nikolai: well then
DM\Gaia: In any case
DM\Gaia: A creature bursts into the room!
Nikolai: of course it does
Boris: 3rd wave, fight?
Nikolai: seems like
DM\Gaia: A skeletal monster, with its flesh stripped off its bones except its internal
organs, which fill its rib cage
DM\Gaia: Its long, snaky, clawed tongue reaches out hungrily...
DM\Gaia: You note that it seems rather beat up
DM\Gaia: And also
DM\Gaia: That Zoya's chainsaw-sword is sticking out of its body
Albrecht: heh
DM\Gaia: Zoya now turns around
DM\Gaia: Grabs the sword
DM\Gaia: And yanks it out
Sven: lol
DM\Gaia: The monster's viscera tumble out of its chest and it collapses.
Nikolai: ...
Nikolai: lol
Boris: actualyl says - "now THAT'S a Stabbin"
Zoya: Nestor! What do I do about these bugs?
Nestor: seems too busy being swarmed by ants to answer
Taras: (Nestor meanwhile is preoccupied and screaming something about bugs)
Nikolai: lol
Zoya: reaches at something on her neck
Zoya: pulls a small, glowing bead off her necklace
Nikolai: lolol
Zoya: throws it to the ground
DM: It explodes in a Fireball!
Zoya: !roll 8d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Zoya : 8d6 < 1 1 6 1 1 3 3 2 = 18 > = 18
Nikolai: yikes
Boris: lol
Nikolai: that is terrible
DM: The swarm is singed somewhat.
Boris: she's holding back for nestor
Nikolai: clearly
DM\Gaia: Nestor's turn.
Nestor: moves out of the swarm
Nestor: !try 14;fort
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nestor :
DiceBot: (fort) 1d20 < 4 = 4 > + 14 = 18
Zoya: spellcasts
DM: er
Nestor: Howling Winds of Cocytus!
Nestor: blasts the two other swarms with the chill winds
Nikolai: \o/
Nikolai: cocytus high five
DM: Fort save for swarm:
Nikolai: o/\o
DM: !try 11;fort
DiceBot: rolls attempts for DM :
DiceBot: (fort) 1d20 < 2 = 2 > + 11 = 13
Nestor: !roll 13d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nestor : 13d6 < 2 6 1 1 3 2 3 3 5 3 2 1 5 = 37 > = 37
Nikolai: ... did he get level drained or is that actually his cl
DM: That is his CL
Nikolai: huh
Nikolai: I thought he was like 14
DM: not yet
Nikolai: i guess 13 is like 14
Boris: damn casters and their off by 1 errors
Taras: For very large values of 13
DM: The swarms are severely damaged!
DM: Most of the ants are frozen to death
DM: But some still remain!
DM: They are, of course, immune to confusion
DM: Being vermin.
Taras: That's racist!
DM: Denis' turn
Nikolai: denis is worthless as usual
DM: Denis looks around
DM: Notices the ghouls in the arrow slits
DM: And fires a volley of arrows
Nikolai: wow really
» obormot joined the chat room.
» obormot is now known as Denis.
Denis: !try 28 28 28 23 18
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Denis :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 8 = 8 > + 28 = 36
DiceBot: 1d20 < 2 = 2 > + 28 = 30
DiceBot: 1d20 < 7 = 7 > + 28 = 35
DiceBot: 1d20 < 15 = 15 > + 23 = 38
DiceBot: 1d20 < 17 = 17 > + 18 = 35
DM: Those all hits
Nikolai: /me gives Denis just a tiny bit more credit
Nikolai: ...
Taras: Boxslashme
Nikolai: gives Denis just a tiny bit more credit
Nikolai: I have no idea how that happened
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 5 = 5 > + 21 + 2d6 < 6 4 = 10 > = 36
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 3 = 3 > + 21 + 2d6 < 6 6 = 12 > = 36
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 1 = 1 > + 21 + 2d6 < 1 3 = 4 > = 26
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 5 = 5 > + 21 + 2d6 < 6 2 = 8 > = 34
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 6 = 6 > + 21 + 2d6 < 2 4 = 6 > = 33
Nikolai: watches arrows slam into all the ghouls
Denis: destroys two of the ghouls
DM: Finally, Miroslav...
DM: Takes out a staff from a holster on his back
DM: And spellcasts from it
DM: Blasting the swarms on the east side with a concentrated blast of electricity,
accompanied by a thunderous roar!
DM: !roll 13d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for DM : 13d6 < 2 6 5 6 1 1 3 1 3 1 1 3 5 = 38 > = 38
DM: The swarms are destroyed.
Nikolai: thunderthunderthunder maul
DM: Sven's turn.
Sven: uhh
Sven: up the other side I suppose
DM: mmk
Nikolai: oh hai.
Sven: and here nikolai is in the way, yes?
DM: Do you have enough move to go there
Nikolai: totally
DM: It seems like that would take you the round
Nikolai: makes a bad window
DM: Just to get there
Nikolai: he's a cat.
Sven: I dunno - how long are the corridors?
Nikolai: with longstrider
DM: It's about 40 ft of move to get back to the throne hall
DM: 40 across it
Sven: oh really
DM: And another 40 to get up to the northern crawl space
DM: Yeah
Nikolai: yeah that sounds like a lot
Nikolai: stairs up
DM: As I said, squeezing
Nikolai: remmeber
Sven: alright
DM: Narrow stairs
Sven: next
DM: etc.
DM: k.
DM: A bunch of stuff you can't see happens
DM: And you can't see it.
DM: Taras goes!
DM: There's a swarm
DM: Of ants
DM: What do you propose to do about this
Nikolai: also, he went thataway.
Nikolai: correct answer: nothing
DM: Ghouls are next, regardless of what Taras does
DM: And they are
DM: Dazed.
DM: Nikolai
Nikolai: well
DM: TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS SITUATION
Nikolai: Taras has one correct move
Taras: I do?
Nikolai: and I need to see if he makes it
Nikolai: well no not really
Nikolai: this doesn't affect me actually
Nikolai: he is too slow
Nikolai: ok so
Nikolai: the tapestry that the other DB retreated behind
DM: DO NOT HESITATE! DESTROY THEM!
Nikolai: what? no
Nikolai: gtfo
DM: bah
Taras: I can't damage the swarm
Nikolai: not worth my time
DM: Anyway what about the tapestry
Nikolai: so
Nikolai: I DJ to like 10ft beyond it
Taras: I can't really meaningfully reach the other shit, so I'll just delay.
DM: ok.
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: you can move towards it
Nikolai: that's progress
Taras: There's a sven in the way :O
DM: Remember, you have a Fly spell
DM: On you
DM: I think
DM: Right?
Nikolai: yes
Taras: Can I attack through the slits?
DM: Is that still up
Taras: Its' boots
Nikolai: they're 10ft up
Taras: it's*
Nikolai: no see
Nikolai: that was the wrong move
Nikolai: the right move is to pursue the fleeing deathbringer
DM: You CAN attack through the slits, yes
DM: They have cover
DM: +8 AC
DM: But you can totally reach in and stab them, should you choose to do so
Taras: which tapestry did the Deathbringer run behind
Nikolai: that one.
Nikolai: points
DM: That one
Taras: Fair enough, I suppose I'll give it a bit of a chase
DM: Anyway
Taras: As horribly burned as I am
DM: Nikolai
DM: mmm
Nikolai: waits for Taras to move
DM: Light source? I assume?
Nikolai: sees in the dark
Nikolai: any and all darkness, magical or otherwise
Taras: without running I can only make 40
DM: Alright
DM: You see that the corridor turns eastward
Taras: well, without double moving
DM: Also there are stairs going sharply up
Nikolai: follows them
DM: You find yourself in the crawlspace overlooking the throne hall
DM: There is no one here but piles of ash where once were ghouls
Nikolai: wtf where'd he go.
Nikolai: :|
Nikolai: \
DM: DM: You see that the corridor turns eastward
DM: Probably there.
Nikolai: Oh
Nikolai: I meant
Nikolai: I follow the corridor.
DM: ... :p
Nikolai: well I know where the stairs go.
DM: Ok we'll assume you are smrt
Nikolai: Basically
Nikolai: I thought
DM: yes.
DM: I see.
Nikolai: From your initial description
Nikolai: corridor -> stairs
Nikolai: not corridor FORK stairs
DM: You find yourself in a hallway!
DM: You spot the deathbringer at the end of said hallway
Nikolai: Aha!
Nikolai: do I have any move left
DM: Nope
Nikolai: ok
Nikolai: how long is the hallway
DM: Maybe 40 ft
DM: There are several doors at the end
Nikolai: several! :
Nikolai: :|
DM: Boris is next.
Nikolai: what
Nikolai: stop ending my turn for me.
Nikolai: Swift Etherealness
Boris: lol
Boris: no keep doing it
Boris: it wakes me up from not paying enough attention and being kinda lost
DM: Ok
DM: Swift eth is fine
Nikolai: now i'm done ;P
DM: Boris!
DM: There's a swarm
Boris: What are we up to, killing that death bringer, or going into this mystery crawl space
DM: Also: a fleeing deathbringer!
Nikolai: crawl space = not a mystery
Nikolai: deathbringer = priority for you
Nikolai: swarm = irrelevant
Boris: WHere's the door to out there, that red line?
DM: Yeah it's a hanging tapestry which obscures a corridor
DM: That's the way out
Boris: ah
Boris: Ze Tapestries
Boris: ....that's 1 move if I'm flying I suppose, so...
Nikolai: you should just jump on the thing
Nikolai: grab him
Nikolai: make him claw you off
Nikolai: and then explode
Boris: hah
Boris: maybe later :)
Boris: that's 120 feet of flying
DM: Alright
DM: Albrecht!
Albrecht: stands up
Albrecht: flies through the tapestry and down the corridor, seeing in darkness
DM: mmk
DM: You guys and your night vision
Nikolai: dude
DM: Pretty pro
Nikolai: we're level 19
Nikolai: why would you think darkness is an issue
DM: No no, I'm just impressed at everyone's preparedness
DM: It's good
Nikolai: is actually level 18 but whatever
Albrecht: dude...
Boris: honesty only has an ion stone with continual flame
DM: Regardless
Albrecht: I've had that on my hat for a while
DM: Do you do anything else
Albrecht: See Invis & Devil's Eye
DM: ooor
DM: what
Albrecht: is a fighter
Albrecht: does not have swift actions to take
DM: Ok.
Albrecht: also I didn't get quite far enough tos ee the deathbringer
Boris: scratch as a swift action?
Zoya: looks around
Zoya: I guess we're all going that way?
Nikolai: YES ZOYA WE DITCHED YOU
Nikolai: :PPPPPPPP
Taras: The deathbringer fled this way!
Taras: is actually still in the room
» Taras left the chat room.
Nikolai: or not
DM: lol.
Zoya: catches up to Taras
» Taras joined the chat room.
Nikolai: irony.
Taras: Hotkeys.
Nikolai: ironic hotkeys
Taras: How do they work on random IRC clients
Zoya: winks at Taras
Zoya: teleports
Boris: lol
DM: Like so.
Nikolai: Zoya: Sup A-dawg?
Nikolai: Albrecht: Wassup shawty
Nikolai: >_>
Nikolai: that was in my head for some reason.
Nestor: spellcasts
Nikolai: I blame The Wire
Nestor: mass cure light wounds
Nestor: heals himself and allies
Denis: fires more arrows at ghouls
Albrecht: she knew where to go, eh?
DM: She followed everyone else!
Boris: it has no chance to survive
DM: Peer pressure.
Boris: make its time
Denis: !try 28 28 28 23 18
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Denis :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 18 = 18 > + 28 = 46
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 28 = 29
DiceBot: 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 28 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 23 = 37
DiceBot: 1d20 < 4 = 4 > + 18 = 22
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 4 = 4 > + 21 + 2d6 < 6 1 = 7 > = 32
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 3 = 3 > + 21 + 2d6 < 6 2 = 8 > = 32
Denis: !roll 1d6+21+2d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Denis : 1d6 < 1 = 1 > + 21 + 2d6 < 5 3 = 8 > = 30
Denis: pincushions and destroys a third ghoul
DM: Miroslav steps back and spellcasts from his staff again
DM: Casting Arc of Lightning
DM: Which finishes off the remaining swarm!
DM: Sven you are up.
DM: Two ghouls are still standing up here
DM: They look like they're coming around
Sven: they are now dead
DM: Recovering from their brief disorientation
Nikolai: CATBEAMS
Sven: I move back to the tapestry
DM: Only to face sun lasers
Sven: next.
DM: Poor ghouls
DM: What did they ever do to deserve this
Nikolai: sun lasers: the best kind of lasers
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: for one
Nikolai: they vileballed us
DM: The deathbringer steps through the center door...
Nikolai: for two, they vile missiled Taras
DM: Out of the other two doors step boneclaws!
Nikolai: really
Nikolai: this is just getting sad
Sven: pssht.
DM: They block your way
DM: AND
DM: They seem to be covered in some kind of
DM: Living armor and weaponry
Nikolai: living?
DM: Made of bone and chitin and hardened flesh
Nikolai: oh
Nikolai: whatevs
DM: Both boneclaws stab at Boris with their elongated claws!
» Ghouls left the chat room.
» Devourers is now known as Boneclaws.
Boneclaws: !try 17 17
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boneclaws :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 9 = 9 > + 17 = 26
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 17 = 36
DM: Any hits?
Boris: there's a hit there
DM: k
DM: That's a threat
Nikolai: does that count my +5 magic vestment
Boneclaws: !try 17
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boneclaws :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 17 = 31
Nikolai: your AC?
Nikolai: that is
Boris: yeah
Nikolai: k
DM: confirm or no?
Boris: no crit
Boneclaws: !roll 2d6+11
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boneclaws : 2d6 < 4 1 = 5 > + 11 = 16
Boneclaws: Taras goes.
DM:
Boris: stone skin eats 10 of that if I remember it right
Nikolai: yes
DM: Yep
Taras: looks up partial charge
Nikolai: um
Nikolai: no
DM: Not applicable
Taras: Ah, poo
Nikolai: that is for surprise rounds
Taras: Ah okay
Taras: is not to be outdone by Zoya :P
Taras: I'll fly there then
Taras: Oh wait, what's the threatened range
Taras: on these boneclaws
DM: Massive
Taras: is it out to Boris
DM: 20 ft
Taras: stopping there then
DM: Ok
Boris: hey buddy
DM: Nikolai goes
Nikolai: follows Mr. Deathbringer
DM: You're ethereal?
Nikolai: hai
DM: Ok
Nikolai: waves to Albrecht as he goes by
DM: You find yourself in a storage room
DM: Filled with some sort of eggs
DM: Also:
DM: A large round hole in the floor, opening into a tunnel downward
DM: Also:
DM: On the ethereal plane here
DM: Are two more devourers.
Nikolai: well then
Nikolai: That was well played.
Sven: these bitches is plotting now?
Nikolai: So are these guys like
Nikolai: Ethereal and they then manifest as incorp?
DM: yes
Nikolai: or what is the deal
Nikolai: ok
DM: Precisely that
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: they can fuck right off
Nikolai: I mean
Nikolai: I would say that
Nikolai: e
Nikolai: except my friends might have some trouble
Nikolai: hmmmmmmm
Nikolai: kill the things or follow the dude
Nikolai: follow the dude
Taras: Or kill the dude :O
Nikolai: right
Taras: then follow the hole
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: I have to find him first
Nikolai: moves diagonally down
Nikolai: the remainder of my move
DM: ok
Nikolai: into said hole
DM: Alright
DM: Looks like about a 20 foot drop
Nikolai: so I should be close to the bottom of it
DM: At the bottom, should be
Nikolai: yep
DM: You see the devourer, stooped over, hurrying down the passageway
Albrecht: deathbringer
DM: ^
Nikolai: I ready to do a thing once my Etherealness drops!
DM: A crude tunnel through earth and soft rock
DM: Ok.
DM: Boris goes.
Nikolai: Ohhhh
Nikolai: man
Nikolai: we're underground?
DM: yep
Nikolai: inside rock?
Nikolai: excellent.
DM: yes
Nikolai: ok but before Boris goes
Nikolai: my shit wears off,.
DM: mmk
DM: And you do?
Nikolai: (lasts until end of round)
Boris: hah
Nikolai: (er, turn)
Nikolai: Wall of Stone!
Nikolai: actually
Nikolai: quick q
Nikolai: how beat up is he
Nikolai: was this the uninjured one
DM: Yes
Nikolai: k
DM: He is uninjured
Nikolai: Wall of Stone
Nikolai: in front of him
DM: Blocking off his escape route, eh
Nikolai: ridiculously thick
DM: Alright
DM: The tunnel is blocked off!
DM: Boris.
Nikolai: and him
Nikolai: hm
Nikolai: how wide is the tunnel
DM: 5 ft
Nikolai: doesn't matter
Nikolai: ok I get him on both sides
Nikolai: the wall surrounds him
DM: He gets a Ref save then
Boris: waits for Nikolai
DM: DC?
Nikolai: 25
Nikolai: he has room on my side
Nikolai: I want to be able to DJ into the closed off area
Deathbringers: !try 13
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 13 = 32
Nikolai: without being on top of him
Deathbringers: dodges out of the way of the forming rock wall
» Deathbringers is now known as Deathbringer.
Nikolai: hm
» obormot joined the chat room.
Nikolai: how long is the tunnel
» obormot is now known as Devourers.
DM: mmm
DM: It's not straight
Nikolai: ok
DM: So you can't see past the first curve
Nikolai: in any case he's on this side of the wall then?
Boris: I guess question 1 is what do we know about bone claws?
DM: Yep
DM: He is
DM: Bone claws are:
Nikolai: k
Nikolai: well
Boris: and I think question 2 is "it doesn't matter"
Nikolai: I suppose he might try to injure me
Nikolai: :x
DM: usually fairly weaksauce by your current standards
DM: But these seem enhanced with various things
DM: Living armor and weapons
DM: They have massive reach with their elongating bony claws
Boris: tumbles into stabby range
DM: And are basically melee dudes
Nikolai: what's the point of weapons if they are using their claws...
Boris: assumes that is melee range given their placement
DM: You shall see!
DM: (unless Boris destroys them first)
DM: (then you shall not see)
Nikolai: bets on Boris
Boris: that would be foolish
Boris: as I moved
Boris: anyhoo
Boris: !try 31;stab
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (stab) 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 31 = 42
DM: A hit
DM: Trivially
Boris: (or maybe slice, given the "bone")
Boris: !try 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 1d6 < 6 = 6 > + 10 = 27
Boris: err....
Nikolai: 16 then
Boris: yeah
Boris: that
DM: Well
DM: They are hard to damage, being mostly skeletal
DM: But you manage to injure them a bit
DM: one of them
Boris: saw that coming....or at least his player did
DM: Albrecht goes.
Albrecht: indeed
Albrecht: hmm
Albrecht: nah, not doing that
Albrecht: how far can I see...
Taras: Well Boris is emitting light isn't he
DM: Given that Boris has an Ioun stone
DM: With flame
Albrecht: so far enough then
DM: You can see everything relevant
Albrecht: I'm going to pop my last cloak charge and bamf past the boneclaws
DM: Alright
DM: You see a bunch of large eggs around the room
DM: And a hole in the floor
DM: And nothing else
Albrecht: wrong
Albrecht: See Invis covers ethereal
DM: Oh do you also whatsit
DM: Ok
DM: You see the devourers!
DM: They are ethereal.
Albrecht: and the deathbringer I do not see down the hole
DM: also correct
Albrecht: well
Taras: Nikolai is nowhere to be found!
Nikolai: fact
Albrecht: I guess I'm done
DM: Looks like that
DM: To Nikolai
DM: Next up
DM: Zoya!
Zoya: moves out into the corridor
Zoya: draws her chainsaw sword and throws it at the left deathbringer
Nikolai: ...
Zoya: !try 16
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Zoya :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 4 = 4 > + 16 = 20
Nikolai: throw?
Albrecht: boneclaw :P
Nikolai: really?
DM: Boneclaw, yes
Zoya: hits
Boris: BONESAW IS READY
DM: The sword lodges itself in the creature's skeletal body!
Taras: sees a chainsaw sword hurled within inches of his face
DM: And begins to grind.
Sven: lol.
DM: (massive webchat lag)
Zoya: !roll 2d6+18
DiceBot: rolls dice for Zoya : 2d6 < 3 3 = 6 > + 18 = 24
DM: Nestor, Miroslav, and Denis do things that are irrelevant for now
DM: Since they will all take forever to arrive on the scene
DM: Sven's turn.
Taras: We're assuming that other things have not shown up and eaten them
Sven: I guess I return to the room and see everyone has left
Nikolai: is assuming no such thing
Taras: Leaving them entirely alone sans Zoya might not be teh most fantastic of ideas
:P
DM: You see that the aforementioned 3 people are currently entering the passageway
behind the tapestry
Sven: I replenish my death ward
Sven: next
DM: Alrighty
Nikolai: Why is Zoya's presence relevant
DM: Devourers go!
Devourers: manifest on the material plane as incorporeal entities
Sven: (are they the equivalent of corporeal on the ethereal plane?)
DM: (yes)
Devourers: reach out their spectral hands at Albrecht, attempting to crush his mind and drain his
life
Albrecht: they find iron and nikolai
Devourers: fail at both of those endeavors
DM: Deathbringer goes.
Nikolai: sup
Albrecht: that is, Blank Thoughts and Death Ward (the latter courtesy of Nikolai)
Deathbringer: sees its escape route blocked off
Nikolai: grins
Deathbringer: turns around and approaches Nikolai, swinging its massive flail
Deathbringer: !try 24
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringer :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 24 = 29
Nikolai: i guess that hits
DM: What sort of defenses are active
Nikolai: these guys are not fooled by illusions right
DM: No one said that
Nikolai: oh
Nikolai: Mirror Images
DM: #?
Nikolai: hadn't been relevant yet
Nikolai: !roll 1d4+5
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 1d4 < 3 = 3 > + 5 = 8
Nikolai: 8
Deathbringer: !roll 1d9
DiceBot: rolls dice for Deathbringer : 1d9 < 9 = 9 > = 9
DM: sad.
Nikolai: I thought they were due to you saying something about seeing us while blind
Nikolai: or um
Nikolai: hm maybe I misinterpreted that
DM: Oh
DM: You're right
Nikolai: :|
DM: Yeees
DM: Correct
Nikolai: should have kept his mouth shut
DM: So yeah
DM: Anything else?
DM: KCC?
Nikolai: KCC
Nikolai: shoudl be the only relevant thing
Deathbringer: !roll 1d100
DiceBot: rolls dice for Deathbringer : 1d100 < 27 = 27 > = 27
Nikolai: crush
Deathbringer: smashes an ice crystal
DM: Taras goes!
Taras: le 5ft
Taras: !try 28 23 18 13
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 28 = 34
DiceBot: 1d20 < 7 = 7 > + 23 = 30
DiceBot: 1d20 < 12 = 12 > + 18 = 30
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 13 = 14
DM: I see 3 hits
Nikolai: i see abysmal rolling
DM: Quite.
Taras: !roll 1d10+31+1d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Taras : 1d10 < 5 = 5 > + 31 + 1d6 < 2 = 2 > = 38
Taras: !roll 1d10+31+1d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Taras : 1d10 < 10 = 10 > + 31 + 1d6 < 5 = 5 > = 46
Taras: !roll 1d10+31+1d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Taras : 1d10 < 10 = 10 > + 31 + 1d6 < 3 = 3 > = 44
DM\Gaia: !roll 28+36+34
DiceBot: rolls dice for DM\Gaia : 28 + 36 + 34 = 98
DM\Gaia: The right devourer is smashed! It crumbles to the floor.
DM\Gaia: Nikolai!
Nikolai: boneclaw*
DM\Gaia: sigh.
Nikolai: man
Albrecht: you are bad at this part
DM\Gaia: I am
Nikolai: you are not doing well tonight
DM\Gaia: Nikolai
Nikolai: K so
DM\Gaia: Before is an <UNDEAD THING OF APPROPRIATE KIND>
Nikolai: rofl
Nikolai: trivially casts defensively
Sven: lol.
Nikolai: hm
Nikolai: what were their will saves
Nikolai: like +21 right
Nikolai: ok
DM\Gaia: Gigantic
DM\Gaia: Infinite
Nikolai: Miracle > Disintegrate
DM\Gaia: oh snap
DM\Gaia: Ok
Nikolai: !try 13;touch
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (touch) 1d20 < 20 = 20 > + 13 = 33
Nikolai: pfft
DM\Gaia: oh shit
Nikolai: !try 13;touchconf
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (touchconf) 1d20 < 4 = 4 > + 13 = 17
DM\Gaia: Confirmed!
Sven: lol.
Nikolai: :x
Nikolai: for tsave?
Taras: Nikolai touched them in a special place.
Deathbringer: !try 12;fort
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Deathbringer :
DiceBot: (fort) 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 12 = 18
Sven: owwwwwwww
Nikolai: <_<
Sven: owwwwwwwwww
Nikolai: !roll 80d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 80d6 < 5 2 5 5 5 1 6 5 1 6 4 1 1 2 6 6 1 1 4 4 3 6 5
5 6 2 6 5 4 3 3 5 3 4 1 1 6 6 1 2 2 1 5 3 2 5 6 2 3 2 2 2 2 3 4 1 3 1 1 4 5 6 5 6 6 5 2 3 3 5 3 2 6
6 3 6 5 2 3 2 = 286 > = 286
Nikolai: BEEEEM
Sven: and that's the ballgame.
DM\Gaia: The deathbringer crumbles into dust.
Nikolai: Level 3 Hyper Combo choir
Taras: The one who ACTUALLY committed the crime... IS YOU
DM\Gaia: Boris!
Nikolai: *pshew finger laser*
DM\Gaia: First of all
DM\Gaia: The remaining boneclaw
Boris: pshew!
DM\Gaia: Looks suddenly disoriented!
DM\Gaia: It is dazed.
DM\Gaia: Also it has a chainsaw sword stuck through its torso.
DM\Gaia: Not a good day to be this boneclaw, let me tell you
Boris: things appear to be in order here....
DM\Gaia: mmk
DM\Gaia: Want to enter the storage room and help Albrecht stab some devourers perhaps?
Nikolai: FOR REFERENCE
Nikolai: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF3oDRviADo
Nikolai: Take That! Disintegrate!
Boris: sounds like a plan
DM\Gaia: As you enter the room you are subjected to the devourers' BALEFUL GAZE!
Boris: moves, patting the boneclaw on teh back
Boris: uh oh
DM\Gaia: Roll two Will saves.
Boris: maybe this was a mistake
Albrecht: maybe
DM\Gaia: Why would you ever take the DM's suggestion :x
Albrecht: I am literally immune to devourers atm, you are not
Boris: yeeeah this couldl be fun
Boris: no way I'm making both
Boris: !try 10 10
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 12 = 12 > + 10 = 22
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 10 = 29
Taras: That's ok
Boris: wow
DM\Gaia: (It's actually a good idea to take DM suggestions)
Taras: Boris' mind is like a rock.
DM\Gaia: (the DM is your friend)
DM\Gaia: Anyway
DM\Gaia: Those are both successful
Taras: The only mind more stable than his, is that of Taras.
Boris: really!
Boris: LIke a Rock
DM\Gaia: You resist the corrupting influence of the devourers
DM\Gaia: Feel free to attack
DM\Gaia: And remember, they are incorporeal.
Boris: has a ghost touch sword!
Boris: damn it IRC and your / commands....
Boris: !try 31
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 8 = 8 > + 31 = 39
DM\Gaia: hit
Boris: woot
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 4 = 4 > + 10 = 14
Boris: is pitching in damage here and there tonight
DM\Gaia: Your sword disrupts their ethereal flesh!
DM\Gaia: Albrecht.
Albrecht: notes Boris' entry
Boris: come flank with me Al!
Albrecht: hmm
DM\Gaia: They CAN be flanked
Albrecht: but they can't be SA'd, obviously
DM\Gaia: indeed
Boris: I'm sure Sandy could cook up an undead creature that COULDL be SAed :D
DM\Gaia: Anyway
DM\Gaia: First
Albrecht: mm, that's a threat to you… let's remove it
Albrecht: will save?
DM\Gaia: Roll a
DM\Gaia: yes
Albrecht: !try 18
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 18 = 37
DM\Gaia: Automake :|
Albrecht: I move to there.
DM\Gaia: k
Albrecht: I take An AoO to no effect
Albrecht: drop my ssword & quick draw the ghost touch
Albrecht: !try 25
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 16 = 16 > + 25 = 41
DM\Gaia: A hit
Albrecht: !roll 1d10+16+16
DiceBot: rolls dice for Albrecht : 1d10 < 5 = 5 > + 16 + 16 = 37
DM\Gaia: A solid hit!
DM\Gaia: Spectral ichor flows from the wounds on the devourer's ethereal body.
DM\Gaia: Zoya goes.
Zoya: charges the dazed boneclaw
Zoya: while quick drawing her other sword
Zoya: !try 30
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Zoya :
Zoya: !roll 2d6+22
DiceBot: 1d20 < 19 = 19 > + 30 = 49
DiceBot: rolls dice for Zoya : 2d6 < 1 2 = 3 > + 22 = 25
DM\Gaia: The boneclaw is bathed in a soft golden light
DM\Gaia: Which makes it easier to hit!
DM\Gaia: Nestor, Denis, and Miroslav proceed down the passageway
DM\Gaia: Sven's turn.
DM\Gaia: oh also
Zoya: chainsaw sword damage:
Sven: I guess I stick with the terrible trio
Zoya: !roll 2d6+21
DiceBot: rolls dice for Zoya : 2d6 < 5 6 = 11 > + 21 = 32
Sven: though I wish they would make some proper cat-sized hallways in this fucking
hovel
DM\Gaia: Doesn't everyone
DM\Gaia: Devourers go.
DM\Gaia: The far devourer reaches forth its hands, which separate from its body and fly
toward Boris
DM\Gaia: Attempting to grab his brain, thusly:
Devourers: !try 16 16
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Devourers :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 16 = 16 > + 16 = 32
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 16 = 26
DM\Gaia: Two hits?
DM\Gaia: touch?
Boris: if he actualy has to grab, isn't there no aoo?
Boris: yeah 2 hits
DM\Gaia: Well
Taras: Rocket fit
Taras: fist*
DM\Gaia: You're right!
DM\Gaia: Roll an attack against the hands.
DM\Gaia: One of them, anyway.
DM\Gaia: Meanwhile
Boris: !try 31
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 31 = 37
DM\Gaia: A hit!
Taras: Wait that actually happens
Taras: lol
Nikolai: Sentinel style
Nikolai: Rocket Punch.
Boris: hah
DM\Gaia: Roll dmg
DM\Gaia: The devourer in melee turns around and attempts to grapple Albrecht!
Boris: checks...does not have combat reflexes :(
Nikolai: an incorporeal thing
Nikolai: grappling.
DM\Gaia: Where its spectral hands touch flesh, they become corporeal!
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 2 = 2 > + 10 = 12
Nikolai: man you love that shit don't you
Albrecht: it tries to do what?
DM\Gaia: Boris, you destroy one of the devourer's hands
DM\Gaia: It screams soundlessly in pain!
DM\Gaia: The other hand does grab your brain
Albrecht: I mean seriously, it wants to grapple?
DM\Gaia: You have a -4 penalty to Wisdom.
DM\Gaia: Anyway
DM\Gaia: Albrecht
Albrecht: does it at least have improved grapple?
Boris: oooof
DM\Gaia: You have FoM I guess?
DM\Gaia: Or no
Albrecht: I do
Sven: what is all this creative internal organ grabbing
Albrecht: also if it doesn't have improved, I have AoO
DM\Gaia: No no, it's improved (effectively)
DM\Gaia: They are skilled at the grappling
Albrecht: well
Albrecht: it fails
DM\Gaia: Sad.
DM\Gaia: Taras!
Albrecht: then
Albrecht: I take an AoO anyway
Albrecht: because it didn't move
Albrecht: !try 25
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 25 = 36
DM\Gaia: A hit!
Albrecht: !roll 1d10+16+16
DiceBot: rolls dice for Albrecht : 1d10 < 3 = 3 > + 16 + 16 = 35
Taras: Zoya charged yes?
Taras: (She wasn't moved)
DM\Gaia: She did
DM\Gaia: yes
Taras: takes a swat at the Boneclaw
DM\Gaia: The boneclaw, recall, is currently dazed.
DM\Gaia: Roll it up
Taras: !try 25
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 25 = 39
DM\Gaia: A hit!
Taras: !roll 1d10+37+1d6
DiceBot: rolls dice for Taras : 1d10 < 8 = 8 > + 37 + 1d6 < 3 = 3 > = 48
DM\Gaia: You crack open its bone-armor!
DM\Gaia: But it still stands.
DM\Gaia: Nikolai!
Taras: You know I have more of those.
DM\Gaia: Oh well then
DM\Gaia: Carry on
Nikolai: Well
Taras: Wanted to wait to see if I needed to FA or not
Taras: !try 20 15 10
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 2 = 2 > + 20 = 22
DiceBot: 1d20 < 7 = 7 > + 15 = 22
DiceBot: 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 10 = 21
Nikolai: Personally I think my job here is done
Taras: lol.
Taras: nm.
DM\Gaia: Well
Nikolai: But I suppose I'll help you guys.
DM\Gaia: Those are hits
Taras: Wait really
Nikolai: dude
DM\Gaia: Thanks to the Light of Alexandria!
Nikolai: bo
Nikolai: neclaws
Taras: We assume it dies because the static damage modifier is 37 on each hit
Nikolai: we fought them at Level... 4?
DM\Gaia: Also, boneclaws: not very impressive
DM\Gaia: You destroy it
Nikolai: maybe 3
DM\Gaia: It crumbles into a pile of bone
Nikolai: anyway
Albrecht: at 4, they kicked our ass
Albrecht: all me solo
Nikolai: yeah
Nikolai: I helped!
Nikolai: >_>
Nikolai: anyway
Nikolai: Dimension Jump!
Nikolai: Hello Mr. Devourer.
Nikolai: I see you've decided to visit me on my plane
Nikolai: That was a mistake.
Nikolai: HealPunch
Nikolai: !try 12;touch
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (touch) 1d20 < 9 = 9 > + 12 = 21
DM: A hit!
» Boneclaws left the chat room.
» Deathbringer left the chat room.
Devourers: !try 11;will
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Devourers :
DiceBot: (will) 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 11 = 22
Nikolai: not even close
Nikolai: 150 damage plz
DM: The devourer is annihilated in a flash of positive energy!
» Devourers is now known as Devourer.
Nikolai: looks over at Albrecht and Boris
DM: Boris.
Nikolai: I got it.
DM: Oh you have more stuff
Nikolai: this time
Nikolai: no
DM: k
DM: Boris!
Boris: Where to boss?
Albrecht: i am 100% unthreatened by this
DM: The hand grabbing your brain dissipates
DM: Thanks to Nikolai
Nikolai: is pretty great
DM: Your Wisdom penalty goes away
DM: There is still a devourer in melee with you
DM: It is currently attempting to grapple Albrecht
DM: (and failing, naturally)
Albrecht: if it survives boris it will not survive me
Boris: they're both here???
Boris: shrugs
Nikolai: I in fact said Hi
Nikolai: and was like
Nikolai: "i got that dude we were chasing"
Nikolai: so
Nikolai: yes
Boris: buzzsaw
DM: Nikolai was like
DM: SET MAGIC TO: VAPORIZE
Nikolai: fact
Taras: Nikolai: I'm absolutely positive you're not going to like this
Boris: !try 29 29 28 24 23 19 18
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 29 = 30
DiceBot: 1d20 < 15 = 15 > + 29 = 44
DiceBot: 1d20 < 3 = 3 > + 28 = 31
DiceBot: 1d20 < 4 = 4 > + 24 = 28
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 23 = 24
DiceBot: 1d20 < 20 = 20 > + 19 = 39
DiceBot: 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 18 = 23
Taras: *touch*
Boris: wow
DM: lol
DM: Those are actually all hits
Boris: I forgot the flanking bonus too
Nikolai: pfftlol
Boris: that's sad
Boris: seperate?
Nikolai: incorporeal dudes are like
Nikolai: w
Nikolai: hatevs
Boris: actually
DM: Remember incorporeality
Nikolai: I can't be touched
Boris: !roll 3d100
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 3d100 < 75 27 29 = 131 > = 131
DM: 1 hit
Nikolai: and then you're like GHOSTtouched
Nikolai: and they're like oh fuck what?!?
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 2 = 2 > + 10 = 12
DM: Roll together
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 2 = 2 > + 10 = 12
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 6 = 6 > + 10 = 16
DM: These dudes have no DR
Boris: do we have a flood cap?
Boris: !roll 1d6+10
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 6 = 6 > + 10 = 16
Nikolai: no
DM: Nope
Nikolai: just a throttle
Boris: !roll 1d6+7
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 1d6 < 5 = 5 > + 7 = 12
Boris: just checking :)
Boris: !roll 12+12+16+16+12
DiceBot: rolls dice for Boris : 12 + 12 + 16 + 16 + 12 = 68
DM: !roll 12+12+16+16+12
DiceBot: rolls dice for DM : 12 + 12 + 16 + 16 + 12 = 68
Taras: 68
Boris: bam
DM: Close!
Nikolai: guys I hear the total is 68
Boris: rofl
DM: But the devourer yet hangs on to unlife.
Albrecht: not quite destroyed?
DM: ALBRECHT
Nikolai: :|
DM: Finish him!
Nikolai: Son, I am disappoint.
Albrecht: well then, let's re-apply power attack
Albrecht: !try 25 20 15 10
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 25 = 30
DiceBot: 1d20 < 2 = 2 > + 20 = 22
DiceBot: 1d20 < 16 = 16 > + 15 = 31
DiceBot: 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 10 = 11
Nikolai: rofl
Boris: lol
Albrecht: I see at least 2
DM: Amazingly, that last one is a miss
Sven: nice shootin' Tex
Albrecht: !roll 3d10+48+48
DiceBot: rolls dice for Albrecht : 3d10 < 10 7 7 = 24 > + 48 + 48 = 120
Boris: dodges out if the way of the last swing
Sven: you power attacked for . . . 48?
Albrecht: 8
Sven: :|
Devourer: lets loose a silent scream as it is destroyed
» Devourer left the chat room.
DM: At about this time
Nikolai: nods
DM: The latecomers show up
Nikolai: Good work.
Nikolai: Now what the heck are all these... eggs?
Taras: picks up Zoya's chainsaw sword from the boneclaw pile and returns it to her
Boris: they walk in on us in th emiddle of the victory dance
Zoya: Thanks.
Sven: tries not to belch sunlight and rainbows
Nestor: walks over and looks around
Albrecht: knowing things is your job
Albrecht: breaking them is mine
Nestor: I see we have missed the excitement here, yes?
Nikolai: tries to know things
Taras: Amazing thing, that sword.
Albrecht: wipes off the ghost touch sword, sheathes it, and recovers his main sword
Zoya: Sure is.
Taras: shakes his head and smiles
Sven: those guys are slow :/
DM: Nikolai roll um
DM: mmm
Taras: Never get tired of seeing it... When it's not inside of *me* that is.
DM: Let's go with K:religion and K:nature also for anyone who has
Albrecht: !try 3;religion
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Albrecht :
DiceBot: (religion) 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 3 = 8
Nikolai: !try 27;kr
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (kr) 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 27 = 41
Albrecht: knows nothing, Jon Snow
DM: Nature, anyone?
Sven: sure
DM: Meanwhile
Nikolai: A little help here, Sven?
Sven: !try 28
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Sven :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 28 = 38
DM: Ok so
Nikolai: (man how is your knowledge check higher than mine)
DM: What you guys realize is
Sven: (I'm a druid, son)
Nikolai: ( :| )
DM: These eggs are undead eggs, but they are... well, semi-living
DM: Like
DM: Remember those undead birds Siran had
Nikolai: what.
Nikolai: the undead birds grow??
Nikolai: they hatch?
Nikolai: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/294821/explainbullshit.jpg
DM: Siran had, recall, two distinct kinds of undead birds
DM: One was made from the corpses of living birds
DM: But one
DM: Was created by taking the eggs of giant eagles and falcons
DM: And performing various necromantic rituals on them
Nikolai: Well fuck THAT.
DM: In any case
Sven: agreed.
Sven: we fuck that.
Nikolai: destroy them all says I
DM: THESE are not exactly the same sorts of eggs
Albrecht: is there any reason we have to not destroy them?
Sven: these are still motherfucking abominations
DM: They don't look like the right size or shape to be from the aforementioned
creatures
DM: Meanwhile
Nikolai: Unless Nestor stops us...
Boris: !try 8;natureAnyway
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (natureAnyway) 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 8 = 13
DM: Zoya comments
Sven: abominations that fuck mothers, I tells ya
Denis: Oh hey I think we saw what comes out of these.
Zoya: said that
Nikolai: (Zoya is like ms. observant today)
Zoya: It's those... yeah, hey, didn't these things we just killed have them?
Zoya: turns around and walks back over to the smashed piles of boneclaw
Zoya: pokes one with her sword
Zoya: This is totally that.
Nikolai: blinks
Nikolai: I'm not sure I follow.
Taras: The armor and bits that they had.
Zoya: Yeah.
Taras: Huh.
Nikolai: You're saying the armor hatches from these eggs?
Zoya: shrugs
Nestor: Hm, yes...
Boris: armor eggs?
Taras: Hatching your own armor eh...
Nestor: On our way here, we came across a... laboratory, of sorts.
Nikolai: (also while we're mulling this over, search the other two rooms)
Taras: whispers something to Sven, you overhear the phrase "...armor's for the
birds."
Nikolai: (and loot the first room)
Nestor: There were some unfortunate people there, humans... quite dead, I'm afraid,
but it seemed as if they were being experimented upon.
Boris: How does that even work? Does it hatch as small armor and grow up to fit a real fighter?
Nikolai: (deathbringer corpses and goblin king corpse)
Nestor: They had some of these... instruments... attached to their bodies.
Sven: :|
Nikolai: listens intently
Zoya: Chunks of eggs lying around, too.
DM: Now
DM: In the meantime
DM: The other two rooms
DM: At this end of the hallway
DM: Have crates of...
DM: Well, from the smell, it seems to be excrement
DM: Big ol' boxes of shit.
Sven: :|
Nikolai: ...
DM: Packed in sacks.
Taras: That's...
Nikolai: whyyyyy
Taras: looks slightly confused.
DM: Seems obvious, really
DM: Anyway
Boris: I've seen some pretty fucked up things
Boris: giant demon serpents in lizard temples
Albrecht: fertilizer
Boris: gaps in reality
Boris: but THIS
Boris: ugh
DM: The corpses of the deathbringers have no loot except their flails
Taras: takes a moment to inspect his badly charred self
DM: They are masterwork and Large and made of bone, but otherwise unexceptional
Nikolai: Ok
Nikolai: Injured people
Nikolai: Stand here
Boris: isn't that injured, hesitates to stand there
Nikolai: points
DM: Nikolai you notice that the alleged "fertilizer" is radiating faint
Necromancy.
Nikolai: oh never mind that then
Nikolai: investigates
Taras: So it's unholy shit.
Sven: :|
DM: Nothing much to investigate
DM: At least
Boris: i like it
DM: Not without taking it to a well-appointed arcane laboratory and doing some
analyses
Nikolai: Fine
Nikolai: back to previous thing I said
Nikolai: Injured people
Nikolai: Over here
Nikolai: points
Taras: (I like to imagine that Nikolai had an ADD moment there. Was herding everyone
over then glanced and noticed the necromantic aura... just sort of wandered off for a moment)
Boris: sure, ill get my 13 hp back
Nikolai: (you know if his wisdom wasn't so damn high I'd find that hilariously
appropriate)
Nikolai: waits for everyone
Sven: goes
Nikolai: Come on, we don't have all day
DM: Nestor & friends are uninjured
Nikolai: Consecrates the ground under him
DM: They have been suitably healed
Nikolai: starts poking Sven and Boris with the ehealing stick
DM: Alright
DM: You heal everyone
DM: What now?
Nikolai: I suppose we investigate the area more
DM: Ok.
Nikolai: look for things left behind by Siran
Albrecht: yep
Nikolai: so
Nikolai: heals for Boris:
Albrecht: seek out useful info and valuables
Nikolai: !roll 3d8+5
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 3d8 < 8 3 2 = 13 > + 5 = 18
Nikolai: heals for Sven:
Nikolai: !roll 4d8+7
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 4d8 < 5 1 5 6 = 17 > + 7 = 24
DM: So, Nestor informs you that though they encountered a bunch of lesser undead
in this place, Miroslav's summoned elementals were sicced on them and made short work of them
Nikolai: how much are you missing
Sven: 16 now
Albrecht: also korolek's gear, but i trust that will be forum'd
Nikolai: !roll 3d8+5
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 3d8 < 7 3 6 = 16 > + 5 = 21
DM: So the corridors and rooms in this hold are largely cleared of undead
DM: Ah yes, Korelek's gear
Sven: merci buckets
Nikolai: Where's Taras
DM: There IS something noteworthy there
Nikolai: I saw Taras get mildly ruined
Taras: is standing obediently in the circle
Nikolai: k
Taras: 142/214[212]
Taras: 142/142[212]
Nikolai: Hm
Nikolai: also you're missing some levels?
Taras: Yes, 60 vile and 2 neglevs
DM: As I mentioned when you faced the former Goblin King...
Nikolai: Restoration
Nikolai: Heal
Nikolai: fix'd
Nikolai: actually
Nikolai: forget the Heal
Nikolai: we can use shitty charges
Nikolai: !roll 4d8+7
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 4d8 < 6 3 8 8 = 25 > + 7 = 32
DM: He had an assortment of weaponry on him, among them a sword which, for the
goblin, was a two-hander
Nikolai: !roll 4d8+7
DiceBot: rolls dice for Nikolai : 4d8 < 8 8 5 7 = 28 > + 7 = 35
DM: But upon closer inspection it is in fact clearly made for a Medium wielder
DM: And is a longsword
DM: It radiates transmutation magic
Albrecht: is it the iron mask sword?
DM: It IS!
Sven: oh rly
Boris: ?
DM: It bears the crest of House Holz, and the symbol of the Order of the Iron Mask
DM: At the base of the blade
DM: The blade itself is bulat steel, with veins of darker metal
DM: And when drawn
DM: All spellcasters nearby
Albrecht: bulat?
DM: Immediately feel a dampening aura
Sven: :|
Albrecht: ah I see, wikipedia explains
DM: Like they are heavier and slower... not physically, but magically!
DM: Anyway
DM: You can Identify it later
Sven: put that shit away
DM: So
DM: As I was saying
DM: Thanks to the efforts of Nestor & Co., Siran's hold is largely cleared of
undead
Nikolai: takes some of the necromantic excrement for later analysis
DM: Nestor leads you to the laboratory he mentioned
DM: And you also find several others like it
DM: As promised, it does contain, stretched out and strapped to wooden racks,
humans - now dead, clearly having died in agony - in various stages of having living weaponry
attached to their bodies
Taras: You know Nikolai, you've never seemed the type to take shit. Especially not
from goblins.
Nikolai: First time for everything.
Taras: grins and nods
Nikolai: But seriously, this has been enchanted with some sort of necromancy.
Nikolai: I intend to figure it out when we're back home.
DM: Bone blades, chitinous armor, strange contraptions which look somewhat similar
to crossbows (but made entirely of bone), pulsating organs, all attached to their host bodies with
tendrils of undead flesh
Nikolai: :|
DM: And, as Zoya said, giant pieces of eggshell scattered about
DM: Exactly like the intact eggs you saw in that storeroom
DM: There are many living quarters here in this hold
DM: Once occupied by Siran's goblin minions, now clearly long empty
DM: Except one
DM: A small room, with a cot and writing desk
DM: It seems to have been used recently, but hastily abandoned.
Albrecht: which houses a conveniently alive, free, and helpful Koschei the Immortal
DM: Hah :p
Albrecht: aw
Boris: booooo
Nikolai: thinks
Nikolai: (Sandy, is "show me this room a day ago" valid query for the Eye?)
DM: Hm
DM: I'll allow it.
Nikolai: looks up
Nikolai: Kai.
Sven: time travel
Nikolai: (no shut up)
DM: Kai's voice issues forth from a vantage point above you
» obormot joined the chat room.
» obormot is now known as Kai.
Kai: Yes.
Taras: We've got some shit for you to take a look at.
Nikolai: See if you can have the Eye show you this room in the recent past... perhaps a
day or so ago?
Nikolai: looks at Boris for confirmation
Boris: nods
Kai: Very well.
Nikolai: Thanks.
DM: You feel the Eye's gaze recede from you
DM: Several minutes pass
DM: Anything you want to do in the meantime?
Boris: deals Go Fish
Nikolai: search the room for anything relevant
DM: k.
DM: Roll Search checks, anyone who has.
Boris: !try 25;search
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (search) 1d20 < 11 = 11 > + 25 = 36
DM: Here's what you discover
DM: First, the cot has not been used
DM: No one has slept in this for a while
DM: At least weeks, possibly longer
Boris: !try 8;survival_tracking
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (survival_tracking) 1d20 < 1 = 1 > + 8 = 9
Boris: lol
DM: The writing desk has been sat at and used, recently
Boris: hasn't had to examine anything like tracks for far too long
Boris: you guys spoil me with that eye...
Nikolai: lol
DM: You're in the middle of searching the walls and such for anything hidden or
whatnot when...
DM: You feel the Eye's gaze once more upon you.
Nikolai: (i gotta say I do enjoy having a majordomo for things like this)
DM: Oh, btw
DM: Do you allow Nestor & co. to see you using the Eye and talking to Kai?
DM: Or do you want to avoid that
Nikolai: no we avoid that
DM: Ok
Nikolai: we split up gang
DM: So some of you go investigate with them I suppose?
DM: Anyway
Nikolai: sure
Nikolai: me and boris chill here
Nikolai: searching
Kai: There was someone here.
Kai: A humanoid, but I could not see its race or features.
Taras: goes with them
Nikolai: Why not?
Kai: He or she had on a hooded cloak.
Nikolai: Ah.
Sven: such technology
Boris: the Cosmic divine powers clique?
Kai: The person was not doing anything of note, only waiting, it seemed.
DM: Meanwhile
DM: Boris
DM: You fiiiind...
DM: A hidden compartment in a wall!
Nikolai: Did you manage to see he/she/it leave the room?
Kai: No.
Boris: ooooo
Boris: check it for the traps of course, have Nikolai look at it, then pop it open
Nikolai: perks up
Nikolai: What did you find, Boris?
DM: Traps: apparently none.
Boris: Looks like a hidden panel...
Boris: looks safe enough to open...you see anything?
Nikolai: looks
DM: It's a small panel, barely a foot wide and a few inches high
Boris: not magiced or the like
DM: Whatever is inside radiates faint abjuration and illusion.
Nikolai: 's eye glows with slightly more intensity for a brief moment
Nikolai: There's something in there, but the door has no magic.
Boris: opens the thing
DM: You turn the panel aside - it's a simple thing, no top-notch construction here
- and see, inside, a sheaf of parchment
Nikolai: Wait.
Nikolai: inspects for 3 rounds
DM: Sorry, not illusion - transmutation
Taras: It's a scroll of Koschei the Immortal
DM: Abj and trans
DM: The parchment radiates that.
DM: Faint.
Nikolai: and nothing more specific
Nikolai: ?
DM: Oh you can see exact spells, right
Nikolai: of course
DM: k
Nikolai: who do you think I am
DM: Secret Page and
DM: Nondetection
DM: Of, evidently, a low CL.
Nikolai: I assume I trivially made the CL check
Nikolai: ok
Nikolai: picks it up
DM: k
Nikolai: Now...
Nikolai: Secret Page can be dispelled
DM: Correct
Nikolai: to reveal the original writing
Nikolai: ok
Nikolai: GDM
Boris: good night secret page
Nikolai: though first
Nikolai: for funsies
Nikolai: what's the secret page version
Nikolai: something silly?
DM: The parchments currently appear to be reports
DM: On like
Nikolai: k
DM: Combat capabilities of various undead
Nikolai: GDM
DM: Boneclaws and ghouls and such
DM: k
DM: Your bonus is?
Nikolai: max?
DM: k
DM: Success!
DM: The illusion is dispelled and the real writings revealed.
Sven: once again, successfully punching magic in the face
Nikolai: reads
DM: The parchments are ACTUALLY spell research notes
DM: Basically
DM: Whoever wrote this
DM: Was gathering data for aid in researching a very specific spell
DM: Roll Spellcraft
Nikolai: !try 29
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 20 = 20 > + 29 = 49
Taras: *audience chant* Don't... shit... the bed
Nikolai: <_<
Taras: BED IS UNSHIT.
DM: Fantastic
Nikolai: >_>
DM: So apparently
Taras: SPOTLESS IMMACULATE BED.
Nikolai: !try 29;confirm
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (confirm) 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 29 = 39
Sven: lol.
Boris: no skid marks
Nikolai: \o\
Nikolai: /o/
DM: The author of these notes was trying to assist in - he or she wasn't doing the
spell research, only data-gathering for someone else - the creation of a very specific, very niche,
but very powerful version of the Locate Creature spell
DM: This spell would only work on undead
Nikolai: o
Nikolai: rly
Boris: so how would it be powerful?
DM: And would function by identifying the specific way in which an undead
creature's negative energy field interacted with the world
Boris: so just longer range?
DM: It would be powerful due to having - unlike Locate Creature - unlimited range.
DM: It would be specific and limited by only working on one creature type
DM: That is, one kind of undead
DM: In any case
Nikolai: So
Nikolai: Later we're going to Legend Lore this.
DM: To develop the spell, whoever was trying to make it needed detailed data on
various undead
DM: And research
DM: Apparently
Nikolai: actually
DM: From the notes here
DM: You surmise that having the Book of Bones as a reference would have massively
helped the process
DM: But
DM: In the absence of said tome
Nikolai: is "show us whoever wrote these notes" sufficient for the Eye? or would we
have to go the route of "show me these notes X days ago"
DM: The mage who wanted to develop the spell sent their minion, the author of
these notes, here to Nightscree
DM: To examine, experiment upon, and investigate the assorted undead present here,
created by Siran
Boris: maybe show you the first few minutes of those notes being written
DM: As for the Eye, yes, you'd have to say "show me these notes X days ago"
Nikolai: Ok that seems annoying
Nikolai: we'll Legend Lore it later
Albrecht: just to interpret… this would let us basically long-range locate creature
specific undead?
Nikolai: If we were actually researching the spell
Albrecht: possibly bypassing anti-divination spells too?
DM: One specific kind of undead
Nikolai: which i suppose we could do
DM: Possibly that yes
Albrecht: ah, a specific type
Nikolai: can we tell from the notes which type
Albrecht: of course, Koschei is not a type of undead
DM: Maybe
DM: Roll K:religion
Nikolai: !try 27;kr
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (kr) 1d20 < 6 = 6 > + 27 = 33
DM: Nah.
Nikolai: ok well
Nikolai: this bears investigation
Taras: Let's get Sven's people on it right away then.
DM: sees what you did there
Taras: (isn't actually there but felt comelled)
Taras: compelled*
DM: and is displeased
Sven: :|
Nikolai: Kai, try to have the Eye follow this hooded individual backwards a few days to
see if you can make who or what he is.
Nikolai: For reference, it seems he/she/it was working on this.
Nikolai: holds up notes
Kai: I see.
Nikolai: That might also help.
DM: The Eye's gaze, after lingering for several moments, recedes...
DM: Some time passes
DM: What do you want to do in the meantime
Nikolai: Rejoin the others
DM: k.
Nikolai: I sending to Kai that he should contact us when we're no longer in the
presence of our allies
DM: k.
DM: So
Nikolai: Continue searching for anything relevant!
DM: As you do so
Nikolai: And splitting up as needed
DM: Nestor approaches you
Nestor: I wonder, Nikolai...
Nikolai: put the notes in his scroll case before leaving the room
Nikolai: Hm?
Nestor: Had you considered what you intend to do with those eggs?
Nestor: They may, it seems to me, have some value...
Nikolai: I have no use for them.
Nikolai: My only thought was to destroy them.
Nikolai: What were you thinking?
Nestor: Mmm... only that, with their creators defeated, those... devices, I suppose we
might say, could be put to good use.
Nestor: It is, after all, hardly prudent to throw away such unique things.
DM: Zoya, having not paid attention to this conversation, now pipes up
Zoya: Hey, shouldn't we go see how the battle's going outside?
Nikolai: shrugs
Taras: How many Deathbringers were there in total?
Taras: We killed three?
Albrecht: 6-7
Nikolai: (if we've searched everything then I see no problem)
Albrecht: we took out 4
DM: You killed 4
Taras: Four.
Nikolai: Let us proceed outside then.
Taras: Probably a bit chaotic out there right now, but there's probably some good
fighting left to do.
DM: And yeah, at this point you've searched the place; it's conceivable that a
much more thorough search would reveal more things, i.e. hidden compartments or secret doors or
whatnot, but that'd take days.
Nikolai: Nestor, if you think you can put these to good use then they're yours.
Nestor: Thank you.
DM: You proceed outside
DM: And it is indeed more chaotic than you left it!
DM: First of all
DM: A notable part of the city is on fire.
Albrecht: my skin crawls at the notion of using those things
DM: Sviatogor and his retinue of goblin bat riders are continuing their
firebombing
Boris: this is the goblin city right?
DM: Sure is
DM: The Kievan forces have, you now see, made quite a bit of headway into
Nightscree
Taras: Well if it works how we think it might, then wouldn't /it/ be crawling on your
skin?
Taras: You'd have to imagine having a suit of living armor would make a pretty
intimidating sight though.
DM: You spot, to the west of the city, some goblins - living ones, from what you
can tell - trying to escape Nightscree
DM: Of course, the western pass, the only way out of the valley, is blocked by
Anton Saratov and a contingent of guardsmen
DM: So they are unlikely to get far
Boris: mercy? HAH
DM: You can't make out, from where you are, what's going on in the north of the
city, where the goblins of Tarpeian Rock are supposed to be attacking
DM: All in all
DM: There is no major resistance
Taras: Huh.
Taras: looks around
Nikolai: Hm.
DM: The remaining deathbringers are nowhere to be found... nope, there's one, Sven
spots it, with his keen vision
DM: It is dead
DM: And burning.
Nikolai: excellent
Albrecht: well, I am curious how effective these things are… but I'm rather unnerved by
them
Boris: sweet
DM: At least one deathbringer is unaccounted for
Taras: What, is it really any different from wearing furs?
DM: Now
DM: If you want to rise to a higher altitude
DM: And try to see more of what's happening
DM: Then please roll Spot
Boris: !try 22;spotLessThanSven
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Boris :
DiceBot: (spotLessThanSven) 1d20 < 5 = 5 > + 22 = 27
Taras: Well I guess the furs aren't alive WHILE you're wearing them.
Taras: thinks a bit
Nikolai: Gonna leave that to Sven.
DM: Technically this weaponry isn't alive either!
DM: It's undead.
Sven: !try 29
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Sven :
DiceBot: 1d20 < 10 = 10 > + 29 = 39
DM: Sven, you see that most of the living graveyards have been destroyed as well
DM: There's one left, on the west side of the city
Sven: though if I'm rising as a bird
Sven: that's really a 47
Taras: thinks out loud
DM: Which means thatr
Taras: Oh hey, imagine if you could get it trained a bit. An extra claw or two that
can swat at things.
DM: Most of the undead in Nightscree are now
DM: 1. Uncontrolled
Albrecht: the raw power monger in me wants these if they are useful… the part of me that
wants to become king needs a positive reputation is concerned about how that would be seen… and the
rest of me is just creeped out
DM: 2. No longer have their desecrate-aura enhancing them
Sven: so let's burn down the fucking city and call it a day
DM: While there is still much fighting to be done
DM: The battle is, effectively, won
Taras: Well even Kings need to handle unsavory things now and again.
Taras: You might not need to make use of it yourself, but perhaps some agents
DM: Kiev and its allies are victorious!
Nikolai: \o/
Boris: boo yah
DM: So.
DM: Meanwhile
DM: The gaze of the Eye of Colothys is once more upon you
DM: And Kai reports his findings:
Kai: I have watched the inhabitant of that room over the course of some days.
Sven: . . . stalker.
Kai: His cloak and hood stayed on at all times, but I did not see him eat or sleep; so he was not
alive, or not mortal.
Taras: Are you sure it was a he?
Nikolai: nods
Kai: I am not.
Nikolai: What was it doing?
Kai: He, or perhaps she or it, spent their days observing the other inhabitants of the hold and the
city, casting minor spells on them, Detect Magic mostly, and similar divinations.
Nikolai: Hm.
Nikolai: Just as the notes said... sent to observe the undead.
Kai: He seemed to have the cooperation of the masters of the city.
Kai: Even deference.
Taras: blinks
Albrecht: hmm
Taras: Wait, who is this?
Albrecht: theory:
Taras: (we were split up when you guys searched that)
Albrecht: agent of Astrid
Albrecht: though I don't know why Astrid would be seeking an undead-locator
DM: Roll K:religion plz
DM: Aaaand
Taras: [I'm assuming you share the info]
DM: K:history
Nikolai: !try 27;kr 27;kh
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Nikolai :
DiceBot: (kr) 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 27 = 41
DiceBot: (kh) 1d20 < 14 = 14 > + 27 = 41
DM: Flawless victory
Albrecht: unless koschei is some sort of undead
Nikolai: shares this info when Nestor & co are not around
DM: You realize that a death knight - a champion of Hel - which is what Koschei
was...
Boris: // do we reay think Koschei would be here?
DM: Is in fact, technically, undead
Nikolai: :o
Albrecht: oh, he is?
Albrecht: no, not here
DM: Though does not share many of the properties of most undead
Albrecht: but this is a spell that would let you find death knights
Taras: So then we just have to cast this spell then.
Nikolai: Well we don't *have* the spell
Boris: or finish researching it
Nikolai: Just the notes.
Sven: yionk
DM: It sure would help if you had the Book of Bones
Sven: yoink, even
Nikolai: Good thing we do
Albrecht: oh wait
Taras: Well that should take, what, a week locked in your library, yes?
DM: Which is currently in the possession of one Ileana
Nikolai: Wait a sec
Nikolai: She didn't give it back?
DM: Noooope
Sven: didn't we trade that shity
Nikolai: Why do I remember her giving it back
Albrecht: pretty sure she was supposed to give it back
DM: She was SUPPOSED to
Albrecht: are we just still in the period where she has it?
DM: But she has yet to do so
Taras: chuckles
DM: She was like
DM: I need to do research
Taras: Yes because she would ever simply offer to do so.
DM: and such
DM: And investigate this!
Albrecht: did we actually let her have an open-ended timeframe?
DM: But I will totally give it back I promise
DM: Well
DM: Not as such, no
DM: You also never demanded it back
DM: It was supposed to be like
DM: 2 weeks?
DM: Some timeframe like that
Albrecht: so basically, what you're saying
DM: That has now passed
Albrecht: is that she didn't give it back
Taras: See Nikolai, this is why I try to keep you on your toes about this sort of
thing.
Albrecht: and because we spent like 6 months playing through 3 days...
Albrecht: then 2 months went by on forums
Albrecht: and since it had been forever in real time since we loaned it, we forgot
» Kai left the chat room.
Nikolai: The problem is
DM: ... ping timeout, really
Nikolai: I have very specific memories of something entirely different happening
» obormot joined the chat room.
» obormot is now known as Kai.
Nikolai: from what Sandy just described
DM: How's that
Nikolai: and now it's going to botther me.
Albrecht: maybe we need to check logs
Nikolai: I am
DM: Well
DM: In any case
DM: (It's possible I am misremembering, that happens, but regardless)
DM: That has no effect on this current moment
DM: So
DM: Do you guys want to stick around and help clean up
DM: Or
DM: Leave
DM: Or
DM: Something else
Albrecht: honestly, we've done enough to win the fight
DM: Yep
DM: Definitely
Nikolai: Yeah
Albrecht: let's make sure we're mot leaving anything we'd like to take behind
DM: You've more than carried out your mission
Nikolai: I'm happy to leave.
Nikolai: what adam said
DM: I assume that's basically Korelek's gear
DM: There was nothing else particularly valuable there
Albrecht: maybe a little more searching
DM: As I said
Albrecht: but i suspect we've found everything worth finding
Albrecht: days, yes
DM: More searching is futile unless you want to spend many days combing the place
DM: If you want to take some of those eggs you can
DM: Otherwise yeah.
Albrecht: well
Albrecht: do we have any estimate of how useful they might be?
Taras: Well, seaweed monster, a few bird armor eggs...
Sven: mehhhh
Taras: We could have quite a zoo.
Sven: kill all that shit
Taras: Oh don't be so heartless!
DM: No estimate, no
Taras: What did it ever do to you.
Nikolai: ok it didn't go down exactly like that but it is close
DM: So it seems like Taras wants to take some eggs?
DM: Or nah
Taras: Assuming Sven doesn't like swat it out of my hand
Taras: I'll totally take one or two. How large are these
DM: About a foot long
Taras: Oh sure.
DM: k.
DM: You return (right?) to your Acheron base
Albrecht: well
Albrecht: we report in
DM: mmm yes
Albrecht: like smart, dutiful people
DM: Good call
DM: General Zeleniy is currently engaged in battle, leading the charge into the
city, but you find one of his adjutants and make your report
Nikolai: Yeah ok, Ileana asked to hang onto the book
Nikolai: a
Nikolai: nd we let her
Nikolai: because she was doing stuff for us
Taras: Like making a negative energy machine
Albrecht: (I don't know if they were going to pay us or anything… probably not)
Nikolai: exactly that
DM: The man informs you that the General will surely want to see you after the
battle is concluded
Taras: See, she's so kind and considerate.
Nikolai: Sandy I assume our notes from the thorough studying of the book are
insufficient for this purpose
DM: To properly express Kiev's appreciation and gratitude for your involvement
Nikolai: Fine by me
DM: He tells you that the destruction of the deathbringers was noticed immediately
Albrecht: sounds like we'll need to arrange another meeting with her to pick it up
DM: As the undead forces were thrown into disarray
Nikolai: yeah, if she wants to part with it
DM: As for your notes
DM: They will be of help!
DM: it's possible you'll be able to reconstruct this spell with just those
DM: We will see
Albrecht: how long will it take to figure that out?
Nikolai: but... unlikely? takes 500 years?
Sven: don't shit the bed
Nikolai: spell seems to work but actually ends the universe?
DM: (it will involve some skill checks)
DM: It'll take longer yes, not years, weeks
DM: Or you might fail
DM: (by rolling low)
Albrecht: like, it will take weeks more with the notes than with the full book?
DM: Yes
Albrecht: or it will take weeks regardless, but the full book provides a bigger bonus?
Albrecht: hmm
Albrecht: now....
Albrecht: we encountered some hooded & cloaked minions
DM: Anyway
Albrecht: when we got the book
DM: Yep
Albrecht: were those ileana's or astrid's?
Albrecht: I am trying to recall; I am pretty sure we came up with a pretty clear
indication, if nothing explicit
DM: Since a minion dressed and acting exactly like that subsequently served as
proxy for Astrid's meeting with you guys
DM: You surmised that it was in fact Astrid's dude
Albrecht: ok then
Nikolai: yep
Albrecht: astrid is trying to locate death knights magically
Nikolai: seems reasonable
Nikolai: maybe we should just go to her
Albrecht: possibly
Albrecht: she seemed on the level
Albrecht: comparatively
Nikolai: or maybe we should go to Ileana first
Nikolai: say we need the book
Nikolai: and THEN go to Astrid
Albrecht: yeah, imo we need the book
DM: Now
Albrecht: worth a lot more to have it
DM: Before you guys discuss further
Boris: We could offer Vasilly's services in inappropriate ways
DM: Can I get, real quick, an outline of what you plan to do in the immediate next
say
DM: Several days
DM: I won't hold you to it
Nikolai: get in touch with Ileana
Nikolai: see if we can finagle the book back
Nikolai: that's thing 1
Nikolai: things 2 through X depend on the outcome of that imo
DM: Ok
DM: Well
DM: Later that day
Nikolai: the other thing is that I am going to Legend Lore these papers
Nikolai: to confirm our suspicions
Taras: Without Vasily this is going to be a bit more complicated.
DM: We'll handle that on forums
Boris: try to channell ultimate diefic power?
Nikolai: and any other new data the DM wants to give us
DM: Similarly IDing of loot will be on forums
DM: Meanwhile
DM: Later that day
Nikolai: sure
Nikolai: just saying
Nikolai: (since you asked(
DM: k
DM: Nikolai, you get a Sending from a Cult agent, relaying the message that
General Bodrashov wants you to contact him
» Nestor left the chat room.
» Zoya left the chat room.
» Denis left the chat room.
» Kai left the chat room.
» obormot joined the chat room.
Nikolai: What did General Zeleniy have for us
DM: Fighting is still going on, you were told to get in touch with him like, in
the evening
DM: Or next morning
DM: So nothing yet
DM: This is before that.
Nikolai: oh
Nikolai: Well
Nikolai: I am running incredibly low on spells
Taras: We could retire to one of the warcamps for a night's rest.
Nikolai: closest thing we could do is head to Bodrashov's house
Nikolai: if he's there
Taras: Oh you still have some travel spells
Nikolai: well that's in a staff
Albrecht: or just see him tomorrow
Nikolai: sure
Nikolai: w
Nikolai: we can do that
DM: Ok
Nikolai: sounds to me like we'd be spinning our wheels here at the war if we do
DM: Yep
Nikolai: so I was thinking we'd come back here tomorrow
Albrecht: well… if we got going now
Albrecht: when would we get to bodrashov?
Sven: I still have a TvP in a staff if that helps
DM: If you have TvP in a staff then you could be there in mere moments
Nikolai: sounds good
Nikolai: let's do that
DM: Another problem solved by
DM: MAGIC
Nikolai: we still have wind walk available to get back
DM: Ok.
DM: You arrive at Bodrashov's residence in the Valdai Highlands
DM: The General is at home
» obormot is now known as Gen_Bodrashov.
DM: Hearing his dog bark at your arrival, Bodrashov opens the door to let you in
Gen_Bodrashov: looks around at you all
Gen_Bodrashov: Where's Vasily?
Sven: pets the fuck out of the dog
Gen_Bodrashov: Our people say they can't get ahold of him either.
Nikolai: (did vasily leave any sort of thing we're supposed to say?)
DM: "gone fishin'"
Sven: lol.
Nikolai: He went fishing, General.
Nikolai: :p
Albrecht: gg
DM: Vasily basically said
DM: "Make up something plausible but don't tell the Cult the truth"
DM: He himself would have made up a ridiculous story
Nikolai: well
Nikolai: I have no ideas
Nikolai: anyone?
Nikolai: \
Taras: (does plausible include information that he's gone to do research?)
Boris: Vasilly is off on a secret mission to find teh holy sword and stop the great beast from
Sven's vissions from destroying the mana fortress
Taras: (Like is admitting that he's not available off the table?)
Nikolai: ...
Sven: (I sure hope he succeeds)
Nikolai: suddenly, the plot of Secret of Mana?
Boris: why not
DM: (I, not being Oliver, can't actually imagine what said story would be)
DM: But the point here is that the Cult's not to know what V's actually up to
Albrecht: Indeed not
Taras: But what does 'actually up to' mean
Nikolai: Well
Taras: Is that specifically the airship
Albrecht: It is interesting he sent a sending to not Vasily
Nikolai: I am in no shape to try and make up a plausible story right now
Taras: Or is it that he's completely unavailable, etc.
Sven: are we allowed to say "we have no idea"?
Nikolai: as it is t-minus bedtime
DM: Yeah.
Albrecht: I would lean to a totally generic "working on a special project" type of thing
Albrecht: hmm
DM: (we're finishing up within 10min)
Albrecht: it is indeed
Nikolai: So
Albrecht: despite what the cable box says
Nikolai: let's say we provide a plausible story
Taras: It is T-GoT, clearly.
Nikolai: to be filled in later
Boris: he's deep in meditation and does not wish to be disturbed
Taras: !try 26;diplomacy
DiceBot: rolls attempts for Taras :
DiceBot: (diplomacy) 1d20 < 8 = 8 > + 26 = 34
Taras: f.
Gen_Bodrashov: looks displeased
Gen_Bodrashov: Hell of a time he's picked!
Sven: shrugs
Albrecht: he has a talent for that
Gen_Bodrashov: So, this war with the goblins that Kiev's gone on.
Gen_Bodrashov: It goes well, I hear... they plan to attack the main goblin city.
Taras: What if it falls?
Nikolai: They already did.
Gen_Bodrashov: Yes? And what was the outcome?
Albrecht: More of… they're doing so right now
Taras: closes his eyes and suppressed a grumble
Gen_Bodrashov: How do you know this, anyway?
Nikolai: shrugs
Gen_Bodrashov: No, no matter now.
Nikolai: We were just there.
Gen_Bodrashov: Fighting for Kiev? Hah. Good for you.
Gen_Bodrashov: But more importantly for us...
Taras: 's affect goes flat and he stares blankly at Nikolai
Gen_Bodrashov: My people have taken many of their clerics, the goblins, over these weeks of
fighting...
Gen_Bodrashov: And...
Sven: (uh oh is it key time)
Gen_Bodrashov: Our people at the base tell me the key is ready.
Nikolai: ... Already??
Gen_Bodrashov: The last of those clerics will be fed to it soon, within days.
Gen_Bodrashov: And that will be that.
Taras: So it doesn't much matter if the city falls then.
Gen_Bodrashov: There's to be a gathering of the important people, to witness the, how did Chernovsky
put it... "activation".
Gen_Bodrashov: The lich will be there, of course, and Astrid, Ileana... most of the inner circle.
Albrecht: (I thought they needed to get the one to wield the key… i.e. koschei)
Gen_Bodrashov: Vasily of course would also be expected.
DM: The prophecy says
Nikolai: (not to activate it)
DM: The key, the instrument, and the one to wield it (i.e. wield the instrument)
Albrecht: ah
DM: Activation of the key happens as soon as it eats the requisite number of
spellcasters
Taras: I suppose I will have to attend then, as his second.
DM: And that threshold, it seems, will be met with the latest batch of goblin
clerics.
Gen_Bodrashov: looks at Taras skeptically
Albrecht: quick, shove chernovsky into it
Albrecht: (ooc)
Boris: lol
Taras: stares Bodrashov down
Gen_Bodrashov: Do you know much about magic?
Gen_Bodrashov: Never mind. Bring your friends here.
Taras: Vasily's presence is not required due to his knowledge of magic, is it?
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Nikolai: Pretty sure it is, actually.
Gen_Bodrashov: That's exactly why I brought him into the inner circle!
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Albrecht: Vasily's presence is expected due to his position in the inner circle and his
role in getting the key...
» Obormot is now known as Obormot_.
Albrecht: plus Bodrashov wants a caster he can "trust"
Nikolai: Regardless
Nikolai: We will be there because we brought Zmei Gromovoi's journal to you all.
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Gen_Bodrashov: Yes, they will not object, I am sure.
Nikolai: Regardless of whether or not Vasily is present.
Gen_Bodrashov: You realize what this means?
Gen_Bodrashov: We're a step closer!
Albrecht: (ooc, I presume that if vasily is contactable and able to show up, he will do
so)
Nikolai: It means that we're out of time.
Gen_Bodrashov: Out of time? After almost four decades!
Nikolai: When is this supposed to happen?
Gen_Bodrashov: shrugs
Gen_Bodrashov: They haven't set a date.
Nikolai: Good.
Gen_Bodrashov: Within the week, no more.
Nikolai: Good enough.
Gen_Bodrashov: It will be announced at the base.
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Taras: Exciting times we live in.
Taras: smiles
Gen_Bodrashov: Our people there know it's coming, of course.
Gen_Bodrashov: Everyone is expecting it.
Nikolai: Have them contact one of us directly with the information.
Nikolai: Whenever it is decided.
Gen_Bodrashov: nods
Gen_Bodrashov: And...
Gen_Bodrashov: If you can call Vasily back - do it!
Gen_Bodrashov: Find him... I don't know.
Gen_Bodrashov: If not...
Nikolai: shrugs
Gen_Bodrashov: Well.
Nikolai: I don't think we can, but if we find him we will certainly let him know.
Gen_Bodrashov: So be it.
Obormot_: Alright
Obormot_: Unless you have anything else to discuss with Bodrashov
Boris: (maybe I should just plan to backstab loki...)
Nikolai: (that was always the plan)
Sven: you have divine rank now - maybe that's a thing :)
Sven: us mortals shall simply look on helplessly
Obormot_: We'll handle the rest of stuff - the meeting with General Zeleniy, contacting Ileana, loot
- on the forums
Taras: okie
Nikolai: sounds good to me
Obormot_: Also Legend Lore
Nikolai: yep
Obormot_: Before we disperse
Obormot_: Who wants to see a loot listing
Nikolai: me
Obormot_: For Korelek's gear
Sven: sure
Boris: why no
Boris: t
Sven: hold forth with the motherfucking goodie basket
Obormot\Gaia: Small +1 darkflame short sword (8,310 gp), small +1 darkflame short sword (8,310 gp),
iron mask blade (20,575 gp), masterwork shortspear (301 gp), ring of protection +1 (2,000 gp), Small
+2 studded leather armor (4,175 gp), boots of celerity (11,520 gp), masterwork hand crossbow x2 (800
gp), belt of health +2 (4,000 gp); potions: cure serious wounds x3 (600 gp), invisibility x2 (100
gp), gaseous form (200 gp); poisons:
Obormot\Gaia: huge centipede poison (crossbow bolts) (DC 18; 1d6/1d6 Dex), sassone leaf residue
(shortspear) (DC 18; 2d12 hp/1d6 Con).
Nikolai: wtf is darkflame
Obormot\Gaia: "The boots allow 400 feet of dimension jumping per day."
Obormot\Gaia: (in 10 ft increments)
Sven: oh really.
Obormot\Gaia: Darkflame is like Flaming but with +1 vile fire damage
Obormot\Gaia: +1d6 fire +1 vile fire
Nikolai: :|
Obormot\Gaia: And that's a wrap.
Obormot\Gaia: Questions/comments?
» Gen_Bodrashov left the chat room.
Sven: nope
Obormot\Gaia: Alrighty
Nikolai: it might be time to bust out the time artifacts again
Nikolai: to try and beat everyone to the punch
» Sven left the chat room.
Boris: night i guess
Boris: I'm not sure what our options are either
Boris: we could betray them all and kill the casters :)
Nikolai: nah
Nikolai: we want the key active
Boris: but we'd likey have to kill ALL of their casters that aren't "established", and its in
general a bad idea anyway
Boris: so what's the best case scenario for us
Boris: Loki comes back and we get a mirror?
Nikolai: nah
Nikolai: my personal favored endgame is that we kill Loki
Nikolai: Taras might not like that though :p