Reign of Winter - DM Twilight (Inactive)

Game Master DM Twilight

The sound of boots crushing snow could be heard as Lars made a dash, that suspiciously looked like he was running away from their preoccupied foe, but it was when he was passed the tree that was in front of him that he made a turn and made his way to the creature's back.

Silvery metal gleamed as it came as its tip hovered over the ground by a few inches and then rose as Lars executed an ascending diagonal slash, which he quickly followed a basic vertical cut.

Move Action: Moving to flank the wyrm with Jamarcus. Can't manipulate my icon from my mobile so I'll do it when I get home.

Standard Action: Melee Attack.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 27

Crit Confirm Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 14

Damage Roll: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Crit Damage Roll: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

Apologies for double posting I forgot to include this part in my original post.

At camp

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Lars simply raised an eyebrow at Grimkell's reply, not really understanding the reasoning behind the shorter blond's words.

On the road

"That's an inspiring speech...and I've heard plenty of those before, but yours is different" Lars placed both hands in his coat pockets "Guess it's the lack of lies, you can't have your eyes beaming like that and be bluffing at the same time" The former pirate had a slightly more serious expression on his usually neutral facade when he partially turned towards Grimkell "Don't lose that, not a lot of honestly passionate people around" His serious gaze turned into his usual merry and laid back gaze before he turned towards the road once more.

Visibly startled, Jamarcus is driven to the ground as the taztlwyrm wraps it's steely coils around his body.

He tries to free one arm, braces his hips on the ground and attempts to flip the wyrm on its back.

Attempt to control the grapple

CMB: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

The tatzlwyrm was simply not prepared for the brawlers reaction. Most of its food flailed around helplessly, or used teeth and claw to attempt to dissuade becoming a meal. Jamarcus flips the tatzlwyrm onto his back and the startled look of shock is evident in the creatures eyes.

R2
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

"Careful there, Jamarcus," Theora calls, stepping in next to Grimkell. "That thing could choke the life out you!" She takes careful aim at the creature trapped in the brawler's grasp, then fires.

Attack (PBS, Freebooter's Bane): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Might be enough to hit it if it's grappled? What lousy luck...

With the tatzlwyrm being more or less held in place by Jamarcus, Theora easily puts an arrow into the creature just before Lars begins hacking away. The snow is swiftly dyed with the creatures pooling blood but it still seems to have just a bit of fight left in it as it struggles unsuccessfully to break free of Jamarcus' hold and regain the upper hand.

Grapple 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

R2
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

With the reptilian creature not looking to good anymore Mirri decides it's best not to waste a more valuable spell on it and sends, with a few words and a flick of her finger, a beam of cold at the monster.

Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d3 ⇒ 2

It did not take long for Grimkell to take advantage of the fact that the wyrm was now in Jamarcus's grasp. Seeing an opportunity to strike while the monster was trying to escape the brawler's grasp, Grimkell lunged toward it, Yuln's sword describing a low arc toward the wyrms back.

In the confusion of the wrestling mess of human and wyrm, Grimkell's blade finds only snow to sink in to when it lands. The ice that Mirri projects from her fingertip does strike the creature, yet it still hangs on to life.

R3
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

A spray of lizard blood decorated part of Lars' coat and the grinning mask he was donning. The former pirate did not pause, as he lunged at the beast once more, opting for a simple but efficient stab and twist of the wound.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 26

Damage Roll: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

Standard Action: Melee Attack

Having gained the upper hand in the struggle with the giant snake-beast, Jamarcus straddles the creature and rears back before driving a vicious elbow into the wyrms skull.

Die already, you ugly sunnava b@~$+

If I'm interpreting the grapple flowchart correctly, I need to make a CMB roll to use my unarmed strike in a grapple.

CMB: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 5 = 14

Elbow to face: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Well, you would need to roll your CMB no matter what else you were doing in order to maintain the grapple. If you succeed on that grapple check, then you can do one of the listed things as a part of that action. However, in this case, you did not succeed on the grapple check!

The wriggling, serpentine like creature proves too much for Jamarcus to keep down for long and his hold over the creature is broken.

R3
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

OK, skipping Theora.

Lars slides his blade into the tatzlwyrm with ease, and finally the light in it's eyes fades and it's movement ceases.

Almost instantly the grinning man wielding the sword in battle was gone; as the blade slid into it's sheath, Lars' expression became more sober, his eyes calmer, his lips somewhere between a vague line and a small smile, his posture became more relaxed and laid back. The former pirate paid the fallen lizard some attention as he walked around it and made his way to Jamarcrus.

"Haven't seen anyone hold down a beast of that size, I am impressed" He gave the taller man a friendly pat on the shoulder "We have to see about getting some profitable...tasks once we are done here" A wicked one sided grin, aided the blond's words.

Without warning Lars unsheathed his dagger and began the task of separating the beast's hide and it's meat Doubt I'll be able to get a decent hide in this weather but it doesn't hurt to try, and the meat will help us save rations The small blade plunged into the corpse of the tatzlwyrm and Lars' eyes focused on the task at hand.

Survival in an attempt to acquire both the tatzlwyrm's meat and it's hide: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

The DC on Survival for the providing food and water is 10, since you were trying to save the hide too, and because it seems so irrational to me that you wouldn't be able to get some meat from the kill no matter how crappy the roll, I'll allow you to make a second roll to attempt to get the most meat you can. Otherwise, with that roll alone you wouldn't have made it.

Much thanks for the second chance.

Survival, Take Two: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Grimkell wades though the snow while sheathing his sword, on his way to the wyrm, he taps Jamarcus on the shoulder

"Indeed well done! This will make for an excellent tale!"

Arriving next to the body of the wyrms, Grimkell kneels down, and looks at Lars.

"You better hurry up. We still do not know how long the kidnappers will let lady Argentea live... we should still expect the worst." he says, before drawing his dagger and giving a hand to the ranger.

Help with survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Between the two of you, you are able to get enough food to feed six people and scraps from the hide.

You ain't too shabby with that shiv of yours either bud

He says as he shifts the dead weight of the giant reptile off his body. Jamarcus stands up, brushing the crushed snow off his cloting and fully surveys the area.

He takes in the trampled, bloodstained snow, giant dead snake-beast and two of his companions dutifully hacking at the corpse with a deep sigh.

After pinching and kneading the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed for a minute or two, he seems to have made a bit more sense with the situation and hunkers down next to his butchering companions.

The mention of profitable ventures of dubious legality puts a grin on his face.

If we don' get murdered, we gon' have a lot of fun the next time we in town

Facing Grimkell,

You plan on EATING this thing? Taste any good?

"We eat what we must" Grimkell answers, serious. "Plus, if you make a grimace, we will know that is not not taste good." he finishes, laughing.

After handing a chunk of meat for Jamarcus to carry, Grimkell extends his arm to help Lars up. Once done, he walks up to the the trail they were following, before turning toward the others. For a moment, he looks at them, appraising the energy of the group.

"Seems that we are good to go. Lars, take the lead, I'll follow you."

Group
After cleaning the blood from your weapons and hands, packing away the meat and hide that you have gathered the best you can you set out once more. The snow seems to have chased much of the wildlife that you would expect to see in these woods this time of the year away. Perhaps that is why the tatlzwyrm tried its luck with hunting your group.

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Zisel
After a day of wandering in the snow, you began to fear that you were lost. You are hungry, alone, and still recovering from your wounds. Although you hail from Irrisen, you have long been gone from the freezing temperatures of your home and in your weakened state the cold is reaching deep inside even the likes of you.

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Group
As you make your way deeper into the woods, you begin to notice oddities hanging from the trees. Feathered bundles and strange fetishes hang from the lowest branches, swaying and shifting in the wind. Each one having been bound with leather and stuck through with small pins.

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Zisel
A noise catches your attention, and you pause one foot held delicately above the snow midstep. You turn your head to track the source of the sound and spot a group of travelers moving through the area. Weary, you quickly hide behind a tree and watch them. The last group you ran across attacked you, and you do not even want to think about what they might have done to you if they had managed to catch you - what they were going to do to that poor woman they had tied up with them.

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Group

Curious, you take a closer look at one of the fetishes as you pass by and realize that it is actually the frozen corpse of a dead crow, pierced with tiny sprite arrows - they all are.

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Zisel

You see the group pause to exam something hanging from the trees, you can't quite make out what it is from your location.

With the creature dead, Mirri aids Grimkel in butchering the creature. She Jamarcus questions them on it she replies, "Never pass up resources, especially meat, if you wish to survive the winter. Though I have to wonder, is this creature intelligent? We always made sure to never eat a sentient creature."

Later in the clearing

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Looking at the disturbing place Mirri days, "I don't like the look of this place, maybe we should move on quickly."

I just realized my error! Do not roll the sense motive unless you've already succeeded on the perception! Sorry guys!

From the shadows of the snow-covered trees, Zisel quietly watches the mismatched group as they pause to examine the oddities in the trees. She was certainly going to be more careful about who she approached after that last run in she had with those bandits.

The glare of the snow made it hard to make out exactly what was going on over there.

Perception: unable to make the DC!

Maybe if I get a little closer... she thought as she silently ghosted over the snowy terrain to get a better look.

Yeah, the AP really doesn't want anyone making that roll, lol. Give me a stealth check to avoid detection.

At the carving competition.

Lars took Grimkell's hand in casual silence and gets up off the snowy carpet, and just as casually motioned for the group Grimkell's hand is pretty small He thought as he continued on the path they were on.

At the creepy woods.

Blue eyes explored the areas that mirri left in an attempt to pick off anything she might have missed "You won't hear any complaints from me" His voice came in whispers, as he kept on assisting her search.

Help with perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

This is going to go horribly!
Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Grimkell frowns at the disturbing displays surrounding them.

"Indeed, we can move on now..." the ulfen says, not as careful to keep his voice down as Lars was.

The skald motions the others to follow him and continues on his way out of the area, giving every so often as side glance to their surroundings.

Perception to see Zisel: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6

Perception (to see Zisel): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Sootfeather caws in dismay, flapping from Theora's shoulder to land by the dead crow, prodding at it with his beak as if to wake it. "It's no use, dearie," the aging woman sighs, shaking her head sadly. "He's with Grandmother now."

As she looks around, a movement catches the corner of her eye. She spins around, now already drawn, the arrow pointed at the woman watching them - a clear warning. "Now now, Dearie," she calls, lowering her aim slightly to point at her stomach rather than her heart. "How about you come out in the open so we can talk, mmm?"

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Grimkell begins to move on when Theora spots Zisel and aims her bow at the other woman. When you all turn to see who she is talking to, suddenly something whizzes past Grimkell's ear. A heartbeat later, something thunks against Theora's cheek, and something hits Lars' hand. Lars and Theora, no damage is taken but make a DC11 Fortitude save to avoid being staggered for 1 round.

R1
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor, Grimkell, Pym, Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi

Map

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

I'll get my post out for this battle as soon as possible.

Lars did not like this situation, not at all They don't want to be seen? Alright, I can play this game as well Wordlessly the former pirate drew his sword, ran to the closest tree and used it's wooden hide as cover from spying eyes and whatever had struck his hand.

Lars will move to the square directly under the one Grimkell is standing on, will unsheath his sword as part of that movement and use the concealment provided by the tree(is it partial or total?) to hide, I will move the icon when I get home, can't do it from my phone.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

I moved it for you, and it would be total cover from Zisel, if you're considering her to be a threat anyway. Since you don't know where the other enemies are, I cannot say whether it is total, partial, or covered at all from the attackers.

R1
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor, Grimkell, Pym, Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi

Once again, with cat-like reflexes, Jamarcus ducks his head down and drops into a defensive boxing stance while scanning the area for the source of the buzzing little darts.

He thinks of life back in Harlem and couldn't help drawing a comparison between whatever was shooting at them and ambushes from rival gangs. With practiced fluidity, he starts bobbing and weaving through the almost invisible projectiles.

Jamarcus uses martial flexibility to gain the dodge feat for 1 minute, +1 AC. Jamarcus also fights defensively, +2 AC

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Jamarcus is able to spot the tiny, sprite arrow that hit Theora lying in the snow but he is unable to determine where it came from.

Another small arrow comes flying past Grimkell.
Shor shortbow attack against Grimkell 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

I wasn't taking into consideration that you would have been flatfooted when the first arrows flew, and so that surprise attack would have actually hit you. It did no damage, but I will need you to make a Fortitude DC11 save like Theora and Lars to avoid being staggered. That would have been post surprise round, so if you fail, you will be staggered on your round 1 turn.

R1
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor, Grimkell, Pym, Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi

With the sudden attack on her comrades Mirri seems very worried, trying to see where the attacks are coming from as she maintains a solid defensive posture.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Full-Round Action: Fight Defensively +2 dodge bonus to ac for a total of 15

My apologies, I misread something in the AP! In fact, Jamarcus is able to spot two sprites and Mirri is able to spot the first two and a third!

R1
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor (light blue), Grimkell, Pym (yellow), Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi (pink)

However, since Mirri's turn hasn't actually happened yet, we will consider Pym (yellow) to still be unseen.

After the tiny arrow hit him, Grimkell felt numb, worst than he had ever felt in a long time... as bad as when he had fallen through the ice in a frozen river. After quickly taking the dart out, the ulfen looks around, trying to find the attackers and hiding behind his shield.

STAGGERED.Standard action for full defense.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Perception to find attackers: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Another small arrow flies past Theora, missing her and landing in the snow.
Pym attack against Theora 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

R1
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor (light blue), Grimkell, Pym (yellow), Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi (pink)

Zisel cringed as branches caught her up, snapping as she passed through and clearly giving away her location.

"Wait, I'm not--" Zisel cut her words short as someone apparently fired on the group who had been examining the trees so intently. Not one to stand idly by and watch while other's may be in danger, Zisel moved forward, loudly declaring herself as she approached.

"Please, I mean you no harm," she called as she moved forward before casting bless on who she was hoping were going to be her allies, at least for the time being.

Assuming Jamarcus pointed out, or in some other way indicated the location of the two sprites he was able to spot:

Theora turns to loose an arrow at the one she can best see.

Longbow attack against Vosi (who does not have cover from this attack) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 3

And although she does manage to hit the sprite, the sprite does not fall dead.

Mirri's action now occurs, and she discovers a third sprite hiding in the tree behind Theora Pym (yellow)

The sprite retaliates against Theora's attack by loosing another minuscule arrow at her.
Shortbow 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
But misses Theora completely.

R2
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor (light blue), Grimkell, Pym (yellow), Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi (pink)

Aw shiet, now there's tiny lil' crackas shootin' at us?

Jamarcus sighs, and lunges forward with surprising speed for a man his size. Standing in front of the tiny archer, he stretches both of his arms wide on both sides of his body and brings them together as hard as he can with a loud, cracking clap on the sprite.

5 foot step forward, normal unarmed strike flavored as a clap!

To Hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

A visible breath of air was ejected from Lars lips as he stood behind the tree, all around him was the sound of arrows whizzing past like angry bees, this battlefield was chaotic, just like every other stage of war he's been a part of...but there was always a flow, signs, clues, he only needed to find them, use them and victory would most likely fall into their laps.

A lowered sword rose, catching the kiss of the suns rays that had broken through the gaps of the leafy shield of the trees, following the rising of arms was the descent of a shield, marching to Lars forearm to the twang the leather straps that manipulated its movements, everything was still for Lars for but a moment, his azure eyes shifted to the left then the right, before falling on the sprite close to Mirri. A smile appeared on the face of the blond and in an instant he erupted from his hiding spot like a cannonball.

His blue bandana and loose blond locks shook as he ran and turned through the forest, the crunch of the snow under his boot reached the ears of all that were close, but it didn't matter; not when he had his tiny enemy sandwiched between him and the sorcereress. The sprite would witness multiple, and unorganized swipes come its; upwards, downwards, right, left, the attacks had no clear rhythm or gracefulness, it was like watching a madman trying to swat a fly.

Swift Action: equip Quick draw shield.

Move Action: moving to flank the sprite with Mirri.

Standard Action: Melee Attack.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15

Damage Roll: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Don't forget to take advantage of Zisel's Bless!

Shor dances away from Lars' attack, in so doing the sprite bursts into a ball of light. Suddenly, a group of glowing balls of light shoots out of the tree, fanning out around Lars.

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The sprite's body could not stand up to the concussive force of Jamarcus' attack. He could all but feel the crushing of small sprite bones, and the rupturing of small sprite organs as his hands closed on the little flying woman's body. Her broken wings immediately loose air, and she crumples with a wet plopping sound into the snow.

R2
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor (light blue), Grimkell, Pym (yellow), Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi (pink)

Wisdom Roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

The former raider of the sea continues smiling at the sprite, after giving the balls of light a quick but piercing glance, seeing them for what they are; nothing but a pretty illusion and the sign of either cunning, desperateness or both "Not a bad thought, but sorry I've seen better tricks before"

Grimkell, still fighting the cold that evercame him barely has time to do anything. Focusing his will as much as possible, he is able to reach to his side and draw his sword. Wading through the snow he approaches the sprite standing close to Theora and Mirri, ready to end it (as soon as he can reach it).

Edited: NOT STAGGERED. Move action to draw sword, move action to get closer to the sprite. sorry everyone, I would have written earlier, but I had to replace a player in an ultimate frisbee game!

You were just staggered for one round, you're good to act normally now.

As Grimkell moves towards the sprite, it likewise bursts into a ball of bright light and is suddenly joined by four more balls of bright light.

R2
Lars, Jamarcus, Shor (light blue), Grimkell, Pym (yellow), Zisel, Theora, Mirri, Vosi (pink)

Wisdom Check: 1d20 ⇒ 4

[Mirri sees the creature become several creatures ad nearly loses her will to fight. Oh no, we can possibly take them all. Still, they won't let us leave either so I guess there's no help for it. She gets her crossbow handy and loads a bolt to fire at their attackers when next she gets an opening.

Zisel makes a bit of an 'ew' face at the sound of tiny crunching bones as she approaches the fellow who was bare-handed squishing the little pests.

Wisdom: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

"Crafty little devils, aren't they?" she grumbled, shaking her head. "It's merely an illusion! Don't let them fool you!"

Turning her attentions back to aiding the mismatched party, she focuses on the only member of their group in reach. "Let me help you," she says softly to Jamarcus, reaching a hand out towards him. Zisel attempts to place a hand on Jamarcus and begins to cast a spell.

Melee Touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

I'm not sure if Jamarcus would let her touch him, seeing as she's a random lady from the woods where a bunch of attacking fairies popped out of, so I left my touch roll there in case he wouldn't just stand there and casually let her cast things on him. Feel free to purposefully lower your guard and let her do it if you wish :P I've also left a spellcraft check if anyone wants to verify what she's trying to do to Jamarcus.