[Story] Reboot: A Journey into Darkness

[Gath]

As the group came to a halt and investigated their mysterious map, Puck commented, jokingly, his doubt that beautiful, buxom women would appear as suddenly and mysteriously as the map he’d pulled out of his cloak.

It was at this very moment that Sarvari was shunted out into the material plane in a puff of shadow, the tendrils of darkness lingering only a moment before retreating back into the underworld. Sarvari was indeed a beautiful woman, buxom and not quite naked. Black feathered wings sprouted from her back and a cloak of long dark feathers draped down around her shoulders and cascading down the back of her body. Her armor was pale, studded leather that appeared too thin to be effective, not like the normal hide that was used for leather armor. There was something graceful but malevolent about this armor, like the creature it was made from was quite exotic.

The woman was almost as pale as her armor, covered in ritual tattoos and several piercings. When she saw the group before her, she spread her wings and with a few powerful thrusts she was airborne.

”Greetings, chosen,” she began in a deep, booming voice. ”Shaktol has the right of it. East is the direction you seek. Ulcisor, Puck, and Liskart, I have been watching you for some time. I am tasked with aiding you on your quest.”

”I am Sarvari, servant of Huspantus. And I believe that there is an ambush awaiting us in the bushes yonder.” And with that the woman drew her longbow and readied an arrow.

[Togot]

Puck stared awestruck at the woman, then smiled ear to ear. "Unholy crap, I can't believe that actually worked."

[Khalil]

Ulciscor Ulciscor stared at the winged demon woman wide eyed and jaw agape. He then looked at Puck and back to the woman. Ignoring the warning of the ambush Ulcoscor looks up into the sky and raises his hands. Gold! Lot's of gold, we're gonna need that too! With his hands up in the air in a supplicant manner he waited to see if anything would fall out of the sky. After a moment the highwayhalf-orc gave a disappointed look all around. Then he looked to the new comer Sarvari. You wouldn't have happen to been sent with a huge sack of gold, eh? He then shrugged with a disappointed look on his face. Finally acknowledging the tidbit of warning the woman had brought Ulciscor bit. How many are in this Ambush and where ahead exactly are they at?

[Pendragon]

From around the bend you hear the heavy steps of a pair of Orcs, along with the clank of their bone and metal decorations. They do not seem to care about the stealth that their comrades, a trio of elven druids would likely appreciate. As soon as they spot you they stop in their tracks, their eyes lifted to the black shadow in the sky. Likely the first time any of them have seen a strix in the flesh.

"It is the chosen!" an Orc blurts in common, froth flying from his fanged mouth. He reaches behind his back and looses a massive axe from his back, gripping it in his large calloused hands.

The other Orc nods and does the same. The elves on the other hand stand transfixed by the Strix.

OOC There are a few initiative rolls that needed to be rolled, but I rolled a 1, so your party goes first.

[Fragmaster01]

"The chosen? Which one is the chosen? I don't think it's me." Liskart would never be the chosen one. He's far too... well, some things aren't polite to say in a public setting. Regardless, he wanders forward with a doofy grin. "Hi!" There is a scraggly, unimposing werewolf wandering your way, waving and smiling. Will you be his friend?

 

Stat Block Liskart, the level 5 Werewolf Monk HP: 53/53, Initiative: +4, Speed: 40ft/50ft, Senses: Perception +5, Low Light, Scent AC: 21, Touch: 18, Flat: 17, CMD: 22 Fort: +8, Refl: +8, Will: +4, Resists: Physical DR 2/Silver Abilities: Str 20, Dex 18, Con 18, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 16 Condition: Normal

Neato Stuff Attack: +7, CMB: +10 Attack: +9, 1d8+6 X2 BLG or SLA Flurry: +9/+9, Power Attack: -1/+2, Stunning Fist: DC 16 Stun or Fatigue Passive Ki: Ki Strike(Magic) 1 KP(5/5) - +20 Speed/1r, +1APR on Flurry, Ignore 15ft rough terrain, +4 Dodge AC, +20 Acro/1r Defenses: Evasion, +2 Save/Enchantment, Immune: Disease, +1 damage from Silver Consumables - Potion of Cure Light Wounds(2/2), Potion of Endure Elements(1/1)

OOC Dice Init: 1d20+4 (19)+4 Total = 23 Initiative is 23 Dice Attack: 1d20+9 (6)+9 Total = 15 Dice BLG Damage: 1d8+6 (4)+6 Total = 10 Ready action attack if someone tries to hurt him. Otherwise, he moves to 20 feet away from them.

[Gath]

Sarvari targeted the orc who spoke to them and loosed an arrow that lodged into his thigh. It did not deal any damage of note, but the tip was sticky and black and a numbness began to spread out from the wound.

”Yes, we are the chosen, and we shall tear through your mortal flesh and leave only bones for your kin to ponder… Prepare to have your souls devoured!”

 

Sarvari
HP 45/45
AC20/T15/FF16/CMD17

Effects:
Endure Elements

Actions:
Standard: Shoot the orc who named them Chosen: Attk 21/Dmg 2 (Fort save DC14 vs Poison

Dice Ranged Attk vs Orc1/Dmg:
1d20+8 (13)+8 Total = 21
1d8 2

[kedcoleman]

Shaktol snarls, seeing the orcs and elves moving up the roadway. They've clearly spotted the party. He doesn't care. He smacks a bare fist against his chest and spits on the ground. A look of murderous intent locks onto his face as he marches out into the roadway. He stops. Draws a deep breath.

"KNEEL BEFORE SHAKTOL ZUUL!" He bellows, pointing a finger towards the adversaries. "OR THE GROUND SHALL RUN SLICK WITH YOUR BLOOD AND ENTRAILS!" He punches his chest again, and roars at the oncoming group.

Actions Move: to O4 Standard: Total Defense (+4 dodge bonus to AC)

[Khalil]

Ulciscor Ulciscor was usually the one doing the ambushing, so the scene felt awkward to him. So this is what it feels to be on the other side of the blade... He mulled thoughtfully. The others he saw charging out to meet the challenge. To tell the truth Ulciscor too wanted to draw some blood as it had been only a few days since he had done so. But something was odd about what the ambushers had said. Sarvari had picked up on the words, but did she truly understand what it meant... We are expected... An epiphany that did not mean well for the group or its mission. Quickly Ulciscor drew out his falchion as he moved. The half-orc tried to judge how comfortable his others companions were in battle. The hobgoblin and the half-fiend seemed more than happy to meet up the challenge. The wolf girl however... Does she even know what is going on? Ulciscor could not help but get a chuckle out of the furry one. Come on red one. Let's see what fill these corpses' pockets. He beckoned at Puck. Instead of charging though Ulciscor followed suit with Skatol's actions and waited. Soooo how exactly did you two uglies find out about us?

 

Move: Move to R4 while Drawing Falchion
Standard: Total Defense +4 dodge bonus to AC

Quick Combat Stats HP: 34/34 AC: 24 Touch: 19 Flat: 15 Saves: F+3, R+9, W+2

[Togot]

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Dice initiative:

d20+7

(18)+7

Total = 25

Awe man, do we have to?" Puck says with a sigh. He moving to O-8moves up, but unlike the others, he stays in the foliage. He looks at the bandits and says in a friendly voice. "Ya see, I'm not really into violence, so what do you say we take a nice casting sleep on B-3. Will save DC 14 or fall asleep. affects 4hd of creatures, lowest hit die affected firstnap and solve this peacefully?"

[Pendragon]

The enemy begins advancing. The Orc that shouted (Blue Star) barely seemed to notice the arrow that struck him in the leg, as him and his companion make their way forward. The vapor of Puck's spell swirled around the enemy for a moment, but none seemed to notice or be affected at all by it. The use of magic seemed to annoy the elves the most, two of whom moved forward swinging stones in their slings (Orange and Green), taking aim at the Tiefling. Their stones find homes in the tiefling, one smacking him hard upside the head, causing blood to flow from a deep gash on the right side of his scalp, the other slams into his chest resulting in a painful crack. (8 Damage to Puck)

The other Druid chants to herself and a moment later the road is a mass of roots and spikes. (Marked on Map, DC17 Reflex)

 

Any ground-covering vegetation in the spell's area becomes very hard and sharply pointed without changing its appearance.

In areas of bare earth, roots and rootlets act in the same way. Typically, spike growth can be cast in any outdoor setting except open water, ice, heavy snow, sandy desert, or bare stone. Any creature moving on foot into or through the spell's area takes 1d4 points of piercing damage for each 5 feet of movement through the spiked area.

Any creature that takes damage from this spell must also succeed on a Reflex save or suffer injuries to its feet and legs that slow its land speed by half. This speed penalty lasts for 24 hours or until the injured creature receives a cure spell (which also restores lost hit points). Another character can remove the penalty by taking 10 minutes to dress the injuries and succeeding on a Heal check against the spell's save DC.

Seeing the spikes raise from the earth the Orcs stop short of attacking Liskart.

[Togot]

"OUCH!" The tiefling cries. He reaches up and touches the blood running down the side of his head. "OK, yeah, screw this." He makes a gesture and says, "Casting invisibilityNow you see me, now you don't."

[kedcoleman]

Shaktol snarls as the thick, ropey vines sprout up around him. He aggressively swipes his bladed gauntlet in an arc in front of him, severing several of the deadly growths. The hobgoblin steps back, razor sharp thorns raking across his legs. He winces and limps painfully, then shakes his head, focusing on his anger, not the pain. He moves - slowly - around the hedge of thorns, blood dripping on the road. "That's just about enough from you," He digs his feet into the ground and lunges forward. "I already died once today. There is nothing you can do that can frighten me!" He pushes through the pain, the blood, and drives his bladed fist towards the elf's sternum

Mechanics Dice Reflex Save: 1d20+3sch17 (9)+3 ✘ Total = 12 Dice Damage: 1d4 2 Free Action: Trigger Quick Runner's Shirt - gain a free Move action (1/day) Free Move Action: to O2 Full-Round Action: Charge to H3, attack Purple Druid (+2 attack, -2 AC) Dice Attack v Purple: 1d20+12sch20 (15)+12 ✔ Total = 27 → 1d8+5g (2)+5 Total = 7

[Khalil]

Ulciscor Ulciscor watches the battle with a smile of contempt in his face. Who were these fools that would dare come at two demon looking fellows and two beastly sized half-orc and hobgoblin. His falchion he twirled in his hand as he re-felt the weight of it. The blade though stopped mid-flight when the unnatural growth stopped him in his tracks. He saw the druids launch their attack and he could not help but to grin at the red ones misfortune with the primitive weapons. Haha! He laughed but then he was again cut short as the man disappeared. Guess we'll have to do all the work ourselves, ugly. He shouted at Shaktol. Ulciscor made his way around the hazardous terrain and again set himself up. As he made his way though he stopped short and examined to see how skillful Shaktol really was...

 

Move: Move to N0
Standard: Readied action two handed falchion attack on any enemies that get within reach.

Quick Combat Stats HP: 34/34 AC: 20 Touch: 15 Flat: 15 Saves: F+3, R+9, W+2

[Fragmaster01]

The plants were getting all huggy, but Liskart didn't get it. He didn't get a lot of things, but that's okay. He's special in his own way. That said, these people were acting violent, which meant it was okay to be violent back. "Cmere you." He calmly wandered up to one of the elves, and gave him a great big hug. This usually broke people's spines, mind you, but that was their fault.

 

Dice Attack:

1d20+9

(13)+9

Total = 22

Dice Damage:

1d8+6

(3)+6

Total = 9

 

Stat Block Liskart, the level 5 Werewolf Monk HP: 53/53, Initiative: +4, Speed: 40ft/50ft, Senses: Perception +5, Low Light, Scent AC: 21, Touch: 18, Flat: 17, CMD: 22 Fort: +8, Refl: +8, Will: +4, Resists: Physical DR 2/Silver Abilities: Str 20, Dex 18, Con 18, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 16 Condition: Normal

Neato Stuff Attack: +7, CMB: +10 Attack: +9, 1d8+6 X2 BLG or SLA Flurry: +9/+9, Power Attack: -1/+2, Stunning Fist: DC 16 Stun or Fatigue Passive Ki: Ki Strike(Magic) 1 KP(5/5) - +20 Speed/1r, +1APR on Flurry, Ignore 15ft rough terrain, +4 Dodge AC, +20 Acro/1r Defenses: Evasion, +2 Save/Enchantment, Immune: Disease, +1 damage from Silver Consumables - Potion of Cure Light Wounds(2/2), Potion of Endure Elements(1/1)

[Gath]

Sarvari hung in the air seething in hatred and disgust at the appearance of the orcs and elves. That she was out of reach of their spells and swords was the only thing keeping her from retreating altogether. She was displeased that her arrow had no effect. Unfortunately her second attack was just as ineffectual. Apparently she was not going to be notable for her combat prowess. Still, if her hatred could be used as an area effect the entire clearing would be a roiling swamp of black deathblade poison. The strix breathed in trough her nose as she searched for the stench of the dreaded deadly poison, but she did not feel the familiar burn from when she was working with it. This was disheartening as it meant that her idle fantasy of seeing everyone rolling around in that inky black death had not come to fruition. Perhaps someday things would change for her. Some day she would be able to end countless lives in a fail swoop. But today was not that day, so she rose higher and retreated slightly from the encounter. If she could not kill anyone, there was no reason for her to endanger herself at all.

 

Sarvari
HP 45/45
AC20/T15/FF16/CMD17

Effects:
Endure Elements

Actions:
Shoot at an Elf Druid - Attack 15/dmg 8

Location: y10 - 90ft up

Rolls:
Dice Ranged Attack on Elf/dmg:
1d20+8 (7)+8 Total = 15
1d8 8