[Pathfinder] Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Hook Mountain Massacre

Jovik gasps from the bite, but a moment later, as the poison courses though his veins, that he truely feels the effects of the bite. His limbs suddenly heavy, Jovik decides that he had done his fair share of damage to the beast making it squeal. So he drops off the side of the catwalk, rolling to his feet as he turns and flings Gulls Wing over his shoulder nicking the spider.

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Save
1d20+9=13

My amulet gave a +5 on saves vs poison, still can't over come a bad roll.

Init.

1d20+8=24

Acrobatics
1d20+14=30 For no damage from 10 ft fall.

Attack
1d20+11=17, 1d4-1=3

I assumed a -6 to str and figured that into damage

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Finally in position, Danth twirls his fiery scimitar in hand, bids his time looking for a weak spot, and then slashes. Crimson Dawn cuts deeply into spider flesh, and thick ichor sprays from the wound!


AC: 22 (24 vrs EVIL), Hit Points: 56/56
Initiative: 14
Attack: 26 (THREAT)
Confirm Crit: 27 (CRITICAL!)
Damage: 21 TOTAL 12 (9+3 fire) + 9 (4+5 fire)

Magic Circle vrs Evil in effect, < 40 minutes remaining


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- Level 0: Detect Magic, Light, Guidance, Read Magic
- Level 1: Command, Bless, Shield of Faith, Divine Favor + (d) Cure Light Wounds
- Level 2: Deific Vengeance (CD), Hold Person, Resist Energy, Silence + (d) Heat Metal
- Level 3: Summon Monster III, Magic Circle vrs Evil, Dispel Magic + (d)Searing Light
- Level 4: Holy Smite, Summon Monster IV + (d) Fire Shield
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His limbs feel like leaden weights, his veins course with liquid fire, and the grandfather of all spiders thrashes but inches away seeking his death. But the shoanti would never surrender. If the spider wanted his life it would have to take it and Jokad would grudgingly give every inch.

[sblock] INIT 4, 1st AT hits AC 28 (possible crit) for 9 dmg (7 sword, 2 fire) and 2nd AT misses horribly.
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Crit confirm... probably Hit AC 23; another 7 dmg
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End of previous round:

Jovik feels the poison take effect. The same burning, the weakening. He gasps as the pain surges through him, leaving him feeling drained.

OOC: -2 to strength

Jokad, hurting, but still active, staggers drunkenly. His limbs are on fire and his sword feels as heavy as a smith's anvil. The monstrosity still looms before him however and if the beast thought he would lie down and die it was sorely mistaken.

They needed to end this quickly before the whole clan of ogres came running. He continues to attack heedless of the wracking pain.

His first attack is weak, and bounces off the thick armour of the beast. He changes his stance and pierces forward with the second attack, trusting more in speed and perhaps the spider's own motion to make the blade bite. And bite it does, piercing the flesh of the thing on one of its legs, causing it to draw back a little in pain. It may not be finished, but then neither was Jokad.

OOC: end of round. Spider at -109hp

OOC: Init order: Jovik (24), Kael (21), Danth (14), spider (11), Jokad (4).

Jovik gasps from the bite, but a moment later, as the poison courses though his veins, that he truely feels the effects of the bite. His limbs suddenly heavy, Jovik decides that he had done his fair share of damage to the beast making it squeal. So he drops off the side of the catwalk, rolling to his feet as he turns and flings Gulls Wing over his shoulder nicking the spider.

OOC: Spider now at -114hp

Indomitable, Kael presses his attack with a second scorching ray, hoping that this time his aim is just that much more on task and target.

Sadly, the attack, while striking the spider a glancing blow, doesn't seem to have beaten its tough armour, and the beast is unhindered and unharmed by the attack.

Finally in position, Danth twirls his fiery scimitar in hand, bids his time looking for a weak spot, and then slashes. The giant spider surges towards him, its twin mandibles seeking out Danth's face. Danth doesn't flinch, flashing forward with his curved blade.

Crimson Dawn cuts deeply into the face of the advancing spider. His blade buries itself four inches deep into its face, splitting it open, causing thick ichor to spray from the wound!

Danth watches the beast as it falls slowly backwards, its legs twitching in death, as it plunges with a wet thud to the floor below.

The man in the cage who has been holding his head up to watch the fight shouts "yes!" in a thin voice.

OOC: Congratulations on a good team effort. The spider is defeated.
 
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Danth summons the power of Sarenae, sending a pulse of light flashing about him, healing the wounds of the living. It wouldn't help with the poison, but it would heal the wounds caused by the spider's mandibles.

The cleric immediately moves to examine Jokad and Jovik. "I don't have the proper magics prepared to deal with the spider's venom, but perhaps I can help some..."


OOC: Channel energy, healing 15 points of damage to all within 30'.

Heal rolls to Treat Poison: 18 for Jokad (fail), 27 for Jovik (success). Jovik adds a +4 to his next save vrs the poison. Also, cast guidance on Jokad & Jovik, to give then a +1 on their next saves. So +1 total or Jokad, +5 for Jovik.
 

Jokad smiles contentedly at the satisfying crack of chitenous armor and the sizzling of stench of bug innards. "Well struck," he says.

The burst of Sarenrae's light nearly closes the gash from the spider's mandibles (only down 2 hps) and somewhat lessens the burning pain but Jokad's strength does not return.

No matter.

"We need to get these men out of here. I say we retreat back to the horses, maybe burn this place to cover our tracks."
 

As Danth's healing magic surges through not only his injured companions, but also the three men in the cage, you can all hear them sigh as if some great pain has been lifted from them. The one of the left, a dark skinned, muscular man, who has spent the whole time so far unconscious, flickers into life, his eyes opening as he tries to focus on what lies before him. The middle one, a handsome, but very drained looking man, with a certain charisma behind the eyes, and the one that had been staring at you through the battle, actually cracks a smile. The man on the right, bearded, a little older, with grey flecked sideburns and a stern, troubled look to him, raises his own head and says a single word ... "thanks". He, more than the others, seems to carry the scars of torture upon his naked upper torso.
 


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