IC - Mad King's Monkey II

[Scott DeWar]

moment 2

1. AC Check vs Netherworld Attack/Damage (Attack +0. Damage 1d6+0)
1d20=6
a total miss by another tree trying to rip Jan

2. Mobility Check (Acrobatics, Jump, Climb, Reflex) vs (DC 06)
*** Note Successes/Fails are per character, not as a party total (which may have been a better way to go. Hindsight ... 1d20+5=20Jan moves lithely over the ground as the group traverses the path under the ominace of storm clouds.

3. Will Save vs (DC 06) or suffer -1 DEX damage.
*** May use Jan's perform check if better (20)
move action lingering performance round 1

4. Attack/Damage rolls vs AC10 if your character chooses to make an Attack.[/SBLOCK][/QUOTE]
unneeded-not attacking

 

[ghostcat]

Libros keeps moving in the centre of the group. His policy of keeping low seems to be working as the flailing branches pass over his head.

[sblock=Rolls]Moment 2: Netherworld Attack/Damage (1d20=6, 1d6=4)
Moment 2: Mobility Check (Reflex) (1d20+2=12)
Use Jan's Check for Will.[/sblock]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The thorns rake across Ullara's back, drawing blood, but she manages to keep her feet from the uneven ground. She grits her teeth against the sound, keeping her mind clear with her recitations, and swats at the bloody thorns with her staff, knocking them askew. Bran fares better, not getting hit, and even manages to crunch another branch in his jaws.

[sblock=Ullara and Bran]Ullara:
To be hit - 14, hit, 3 dmg.
Reflex save - 19, made it.
Will save - 21, made it.
Attack trees - Got 17, -4 fighting defensively, hit, deals 6 dmg.

Bran:
To be hit - 3, miss, no dmg
Reflex save - 21, made it
Will save - 8, made it
Attack trees - Got 15, -4 fighting defensively, deals 4 dmg[/sblock]

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Eban moves along at a steady pace, keeping in mind the treacherous ground. As the trees attack Jan, Thuan and Libros, he watches as the trees miss their mark. Suddenly, a sinking feeling rises from the pit of his stomach as a branch reaches to swat at Ullarra. Knowing that she is not as sturdy as the others, Eban curses at the tree under his breath. The branch seems to falter at the last second, barely missing the woman who was sure to be hit otherwise... (Immediate Action for Misfortune on branch attacking Ullara, reroll = 12 which misses her AC of 13 (10+1DEX+2FightingDefensively) His attention focused on the others, another branch swings out towards Eban, intent on making his wounds even greater. Again, the branches rake at him, opening up even more wounds. He holds in the pain though, feeling as if something else was telling him to keep on moving; he would make it. As his wounds increase, so does his resolve. Should any of the healers move to heal him, he warns them off quickly. "No! Save it.. I have a plan..." He continues moving though, easily traversing the rocky ground. It is then that he unleashes his own retribution towards the attacking trees. His sword flashes angrily as it hits the nearest branch, easily cleaving into the bark and sending splinters flying. (Hit, Crit confirm, 8 dmg total) [sblock=OOC]Reroll Attack on Ullara1d20 → [12] = (12)Netherworld Attack1d20;1d20+1 → [17] = (17)Netherworld Damage1d6 → [4] = (4)Reflex Save +11d20;1d20+1 → [19,1] = (20)Ebans Attack!1d20+4;1d6+1 → [18,4] = (22)1d20+4;1d6+1 → [6,1] = (7)Crit Confirm/dmg!1d20+4 → [8,4] = (12)1d6 → [1] = (1)[/sblock]

 

[Axel]

Baya

Bayar stumbled, tweaking his ankle a little. The tomahawk was wildly different in it's balance to his sword... Cursing silently at his stupidity and banishing all thought of using the fine steel against wood, Bayar felt overwhelming despair at trying to fight...well...a forest. Snarling, he rose and hacked again at the next branch in reach. "I be killing you until you be killing me, trees!" he shouted, with a slightly manic laugh as the axe splintered wood again.

[sblock=rolls]
Prof Soldier: 1d20+5=6

Netherworld attack: 1d20=1=miss [AC=12 with shield] (ouch, two natural 1's in a row!)

Reflex save: 1d20+1=21 (and then a natural 20?! wtf...)

Will save: 1d20+1=16

Attack roll: 1d20+5=23
Damage: 1d6+3=7
[/sblock]

 

[doghead]

Moment Two Conclusion, Herr Bourn's Path, The Netherworld

Thuan continues his trek back at the rear of the group. As he travels he attacks the trees to try to keep them from advancing [Damage 7].

Jan moves lithely over the ground as the group traverses the path under the ominent storm clouds.

Libros keeps moving in the centre of the group. His policy of keeping low seems to be working as the flailing branches pass over his head.

The thorns rake across Ullara's back, drawing blood ... the thorny branch flashes above Ullara's head as the ducks. She manages to keep her feet from the uneven ground. She grits her teeth against the sound, keeping her mind clear with her recitations, and swats at the bloody thorns with her staff, knocking them askew. [Damage 6] Bran fares better, not getting hit, and even manages to crunch another branch in his jaws [Damage 4].

Herr Bourn fires off another blast of ice from his wand, striking the trunck of one of the larger trees, instantly coverage it in an icy frosting [Damage 5]

Eban advances along the path, suffering a nasty strike, but saving Ullara fro such a fate. Bloodied, but note deterred, Eban moves swiftly forward, striking back at the trees and inflicting wounds of his own in return [Damage 8].

Bayar easily fends off the assaults directed at him, turning defines in offence, hacking into wood(?) and shadow [Damage 7]. He moves forward with renewed confidence.

The Netherworld shudders and seems to recoil from the sustained depredations of the party. The the trees flicker, reappear, diminished, bushes barely topping 10ft (but still armed with wicked thorns). They surround, but don't crowd in. The darkness lurking at their heart fades to mere shadow. The dismal chorus waivers. Ahead, the path is undemanding, obvious.

The valley opens up and the party find themselves at the bottom of the small rise on top of which the portal sits, just a couple of steps away. And few steps and they are though, tumbling into the inner chamber of Herr Bourn's lamp lit library. The young woman dozing in the corner of the room, dressed more appropriately for the kitchen than the library, screams and falls off her chair.

[sblock=OOC]Cumulative Summary

Jan .... Wounds 0, 2 Success, Misfortune
Libros . Wounds 0, 2 Success
Thuan .. Wounds 3, 2 Success
Ullara . Wounds 0, 2 Success, Misfortune
* Bran . Wounds 0, 2 Success
HB ..... Wounds 3, 2 Success
Eban ... Wounds 3, 2 Success
Bayar .. Wounds 0, 1 Fail, 2 Successes (nat 20, critical success threatened, confirmed=success.)

What? You never heard of a Critical Success? OK. I fiddled the system bit to give Bayar a chance at getting his 2nd Success in this Moment. [/sblock]

 

[Guest 11456]

Li Thuan, male human monk

The last through the gate and into Herr Bourn's library, Thuan breaths a sigh of relief. "We make it back!" He looks around at the group to make sure they are all OK and present. Once he is sure that all made it through he relaxes.

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Eban is glad to be back in a place that wasn't threatening to kill him just for walking. His wounds ache, but as he steps through the portal, he offers a quick thanks to Toril for guiding them through this danger. As he finishes his quick thoughts, Arora seems to also offer her consent at this, bringing a slight warmth to Eban. His wounds close, bringing a curious look to his face. He glances at the Wayfinder, realizing that there was yet more to learn from her.

He drops his sword on the ground, yet it somehow lands behind him; even though it was dropped in front of him. Curious. It glimmers for a few seconds and disappears from existence. It had come in handy for sure, but he no longer needed it. He glances around, looking to heal anyone else that will require it.

He is oblivious to the woman screaming...

[sblock=ooc] Going to go ahead and take advantage of her healing, 3/day 1d8+5 1d8+5 → [2,5] = (7) Brought back to full health!
Still have up to 3 doses of CLW for anyone needing it. Have 5/day. Anyone needing healing, roll 1d8+2 for healing. First come, first served. [/sblock]

 

[Axel]

Bayar surveyed the splintered axe handle with rising alarm - it had clearly never really Ben meant for use as a weapon. thought I finally be hitting the trees... What I really be hitting to make this break? Now what...I be using my sword?

Glancing up, he nearly danced with relief. "The trees be gone!" he exclaimed in surprise. Realising long ago that stating the obvious made him look stupid, he added, "To where, eh?"

On the safe side of the portal Bayar unslung the borrowed shield and laid it against the wall. He set the broken handled tomahawk down next to it. Turning back to Herr Bourne he clapped a hand onto his shoulder (in a perhaps unwarranted gesture of familiarity) and said "Thank you for the loan of shield and axe. I be sorry about the axe. If you be wanting it replaced I be leaving one here tomorrow. Good luck sir!" And with that, he turned toward the exit, intending to get out the house before more mad things started happening.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Ah, safe at last!" exclaims Jan, "Are you well mi lord? I hope you came through unscathed."