Ken (GM): woop woop

Jeez, wheres fiss and doc?

Joush M.: Drinking wine coolers and braiding each other’s hair somewhere

Adolf S.: Ayy, here for the next 5 minutes, and then I have to go afk for a few minutes, then I’ll be here for another 10 minutes after that.

Ken (GM): how sporadic

but you live

so that is good

Bomrek: Yup, living life on a literal timer’s quite a shitty way to do it, lemme tell’ya.

Adolf S.: Man, Fiss AND Doc Awol?

Ken (GM): what a weird day

P.P. A.: Doc is choking his chickens and Fiss is kill



[Fiss Logs ON, but disappears into the Aether. The GM runs him in the coming events -Ken]



Ken (GM): huzzah! the fiss monster has been roused!

P.P. A.: \o/

Joush M.: Up at the crack of noon

Ken (GM): yeah, night work

Adolf S.: eesh

Ken (GM): woop woop

Adolf S.: woo



WHERE LAST WE LEFT OUR HEROES



Ken (GM) Deep in the Crumbling Keep, below the earth, under the swamp itself, lies the tomb of the lost colony of the old dwarven empire, Outpost Prime.

Within this vault a massive rust red statue stands overlooking a drow. The creature dissects a being on a stone altar. The party will have none of that.

Suðri has opened fire, but the shot has not distressed the black skinned and faceless creature. What now?

Bomrek will take aim at the creature with his musket

Suðri Skornbrekker: “…so you are dead already?”shouts across the room.

Gray readies a harpoon.

Ken (GM): Initative then! They ready for combat!

Suðri Skornbrekker: rolling 1d6+6+1(6)+6+1= 13

Bomrek: rolling 1d6 + 6(4)+6= 10

Adolf S.: Elves are truly the worst

Ken (GM): doc? joush?

(To Joush M.): poke poke

(To Doc): poke poke

Roderick: rolling d6+5.75+1(4)+5.75+1= 10.75

Gray: rolling 1d6 + 7 for Initiative (Basic Speed 6, Combat Reflexes +1 or +2 if Leader)(6)+7= 13

Ken (GM): YUS

whats with all the 13s

Bomrek: All these 13’s, all those black cats

Joush M.: It’s weird

Ken (GM): [sorted you all on your basic stats]

Ken (GM) immediately, as you ready guns and vicious implements, a cloud of black rises up from around the faceless drow. You’ve seen it before on the other cultists, a shroud of inky magical darkness which protects him! Behind the cloud though, there seems to be something more…

Drow laughter echoes in the hall all around you

Ken (GM): Suðri !

Joush M.: Help us, mecha spider!

Doc: tfw no mecha spider gf

Ken (GM): lol

Bomrek: This is just typical, no mecha spider around unless we’re the ones doing something bad. Our tax dollars at work, people.

Doc: remember that she has to tell you she’s a mecha spider or it’s entrapment

Joush M.: entrapment in a sticky steel web



Suðri Skornbrekker steps over to Gray: “Quick! give me the other guns.”

Suðri will take them from Gray, or will be ready to catch them if he just drops them, (so Gray doesn’t have to waste his turn on doing that)

Ken (GM): [He’s got the package, so assuming he’s willing you can strip the wad from him]

P.P. A.: aye

also does the Lich respond to the question?

Drow: echoing laughter

Gray has the pack at his back. Suori should be able to take them off without too much trouble, like pulling a gun from a holster on a horse.

P.P. A.: all right

Suðri Skornbrekker does that

Ken (GM): thumbs up

Ken(GM)/Syviis takes aim with her bow, but shouts a warning to you all “I cant see his magic! That’s definitely a shield but…he’s not there anymore!” she seems a bit afeared :S

Two blasts of lightning crack down into the black shield from her bow, and the arrows rip into the blackness….gouts of black smoke fly out from behind it!



Bomrek: What’s that weird thing in front of the lich, anyway? Some sort of blood cauldron?

Ken (GM): [yes, from what you can see, he’s got some kind of silver bowl in a dark altar, full of blood and such]

Gray!

Gray looks around, rumbling with a low growl, protective of his friends as he leans down to Suðri so he can draw the holstered musket. Steel scrapes on leather and it comes free. “Wait for a good target”

Gray waits for a target



Ken (GM): gotcha

Rodrick!

Doc: Is he visible [to me] from that position or is there a wall in the way?

Ken (GM): [You guys are up high (15 yards), theres a low wall surrounding the platform you’re one (waist high on a dwarf) and you’ve got line of sight down to him from your current position]

Roderick stands ready to leap to the side, knowing that the drow is out of his range but potentially still dangerous

Doc: (All-out Defense [Dodge])



Ken (GM): gotcha

Bomrek!

Bomrek: Hmm. Bomrek’ll continue aiming, and yell “Why have you defiled this tomb, Elf? This is a holy place of rest, not a butcher’s shop for your foul Elvish rituals!”

That’ll end my turn.

Joush M.: Bomrek’s outrage allows no other actions

Drow: “This tomb was full of bones long before you ever had any, dwarf. My ‘butchery‘ will bring about a new age, when it unlocks the hidden dwarven relics that lie here. Such a pity, you’ll all be DEAD“

Doc: that is a pity

Ken (GM) the cloud of black surrounding the drow expands, and bends, the shape expanding, stretching out. Behind the blackness, you see something pressing at your world…

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Of course this tomb was long full of bones, it’s a tomb!”

Suðri replies, knowing full well that’s probably not what he meant.

Bomrek: (That reminds me, those corpses he’s mucking about with, are they Elvish? Human at least? Or has he dug up some ol’ Dwarven bones?)



Ken (GM): Suðri !

Suðri Skornbrekker takes a step and props up another musket, so he can Aim and shoot at whatever is to emerge from that fog.

Ken (GM): gotcha, one in the hole

Ken(GM)/Syviis: “I dont think my bow did anything good there…” she steps back from the ledge, and holds her elvish powerstone in her hand, white light building up in her grasp “I cant tell what he’s doing with his magic!”

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Is there a way to throw other magic at it so they get tangled up?”

Bomrek: (Wait, shit, he’s spawning an Alien from the movie Aliens)

P.P. A.: (We’ve fought those before within the Ansible though, so that would be okay)

Ken (GM): Gray!

Gray snarls and growls, then resist the urge to throw that massive spear, instead standing beside the others and readying his shield as well.

Gray: All out defense for Gray.

Ken (GM): gotcha

(To Gray): Double? bonus?

(From Gray): Bonus to block, I think. Might have to block something incoming

Rod!



Roderick steps closer, still All out to dodge

Ken (GM): gotcha, so wary!

Bomrek!



Bomrek: Wew

Can I roll to see if I can make out the size and shape of whatever figure is in the cloud?

Ken (GM): Perception!

Bomrek: rolling 3d6(1+2+3)= 6

w e w

P.P. A.: comfy roll

Bomrek: Very

(To Bomrek): Its a dragon, like the one you fought at Glardenfen so many weeks ago

Ken (GM): Bomrek squints at the darkness

Bomrek: “Dragon!” Bomrek yells. (I’m going to Aim for an additional turn.)

Doc: o-oh

Ken (GM): woot

As Bomrek shouts, the cloud of blackness snaps into shape, like an elastic on reality. A DRAGON like the one slain at Glardenfen, perches over the altar, the drow is nowhere to be seen!

IT ROARS

THE SCREECH LIKE TEARING METAL, IT SPREADS ITS WINGS!

IT LEAPS THE GAP UP TO YOUR PLATFORM, THE THING PERCHING EFFORTLESSLY ON THE STONE RAIL. IT CLINGS THERE AND UP CLOSE YOU SEE IT SEEMS TO BE CUT FROM SMOKEY GLASS

IT SNAPS IT’S JAWS AT RODERICK!

rolling 3d6(1+1+4)= 6 vs Brawling Bite

ruh roh

P.P. A.: fug :DDDDDD

Joush M.: Uh.. fuck

Ken (GM): dodge!

Doc: Dive for +3?

Ken (GM): good idea!

Bomrek: (>inB4 Doc rolls an 18 and Rod dives straight into the dragon’s mouth)

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 11 dodge (4+4+2)= 10

P.P. A.: “just as planned!”

Ken (GM): hah! barely!

Ken (GM) the dragons maw snaps closed silently, sealed over empty air, Roderick a foot away and on the floor!

Ken (GM): Suðri !

P.P. A.: When we killed the last dragon (or passed the corpse on the way back from the fort) did we see where its heart was located?

Bomrek: It’s located in San Fransisco

^Look how obscure a reference that is

Doc: That song was a reference to a lich whose phylactery is the Golden Gate Bridge

Doc: few know this

Bomrek: ^

Ken (GM): hah; In the chest. Suðri chopped it in the face to kill it tho. Your prodding at the corpse did lead you to believe it had entrails in the usual chesty places

so yes, you can shoot at -3 to hit it’s vitals

P.P. A.: head would be -5 as usual, right

hmm, what SM is this?

P.P. A.: I assume distance penalty is just about zero

Ken (GM): +3

Suðri Skornbrekker swerves around and shoots the dragon in the head.

Ken (GM): KERBLAM

Suðri Skornbrekker: 11v16

Ken (GM) the mighty beast’s attention elsewhere(all out attack), Suðri puts one in in it’s fucking face

P.P. A.: what was the damage for these lighter muskets, 3d6+2?

Ken (GM): yes, i believe so

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Get out of my face!” [14] Pi++

Ken (GM) …which explodes into shards of black glass and smokey entrails as the shot connects!

Ken (GM) the dusty jagged neck swings round to ‘look’ at the dwarf who shot it

Ken (GM) the drow’s evil chuckle echoes out from within

P.P. A.: should have shot the “heart”, maybe the Drow would have been there

Bomrek: The drow is in all of our heart’s, PPA.



Ken(GM)/Syviis: “Oh don’t you DARE!” and Syviis invokes her holy nimbus of power! She’s surrounded by crackling white lightning!



Ken (GM): Gray!

Gray calls on the totemic power then hurls that heavy harpoon at point blank range.

Gray: rolling 1d6 for +DX from Blessed (Heroic Feats)(6)= 6

rolling 3d6 for Duration of Blessed (Heroic Feats)(1+3+3)= 7 sec

Ken (GM): ho lee shit

god fucking damn

Gray: rolling 3d6 vs 18 for Thrown Weapon (Harpoon)(4+3+1)= 8

Doc: :DDDD

Ken (GM): THUNK

Joush M.: Fuck your defense! That is a critical hit

Gray: rolling 3d6 for critical effect?(2+1+4)= 7

[Not actually a Crit this time, Bomrek (only on a 6 or less on the dice) but for the Rule of Cool , the GM decides it’s pretty damn awesome as well, and grants a hit to the Lich riding a smoke dragon construct -Ken]

Ken (GM) the massive harpoon flies true, and sinks deep into the heart of the thing; you hear something crack

Gray: rolling 3d6+3 for IMP damage(3+2+2)+3= 10 Imp

Ken (GM) something inside the thing breaks away, and the thing disintegrates in a silent clatter of black glass and smoke, the plume drifting down around you.

In its place, the Drow hovers, a harpoon lodged in his chest, dead center.

Gray snarls as darkness creeps into the edge of his vision and he drinks deeply of the power the Raven totem offers, his hand holding that rope as he looks to the Drow that defiantly hovers there, impaled.

Ken (GM): [harpoon mapped in ]

Rod!

Doc: Is he visible from the ground there or is he too low?

Ken (GM): oh, he’s hovering in the air, just on the other side of the railing, level with you guys. With a bony look on his face

Roderick blasts a gout of flame at the floating lich

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 14(3+1+1)= 5

Bomrek: w e w

Roderick: rolling 4d6(4+6+1+5)= 16 Burn

Ken (GM): hahahahha

FWOOSH

Gray, roll HT for your harpoon and rope?

Gray: rolling 3d6(3+1+1)= 5

Ken (GM): the FUCK

Joush M.: I assume it’s 10 or so?

Gray is as suprised as anyone when the rope isn’t incinerated

Ken (GM) Fire fills the air over the hall, and the smell of charred bone and stone fills the air; Gray’s harpoon squeals as the water in it boils out, but it holds!

Ken (GM) in the aftermath, the Drow hovers still, charred, and his robes absolutely blackened. But he hasn’t moved….

and he breaks into a bony grin

Bomrek!



Bomrek: I’ll shoot’m in the head.

What’s the penalty for that, -7?

Ken (GM): yep; thats brain pan

Bomrek: rolling 3d6(3+1+1)= 5

Doc: wtf

Bomrek: Yeah that’s a success beyond 10.

Ken (GM): fucking

what

good god

Bomrek: I’m assuming he’s not dodging?

Ken (GM): again! for a roll on the critical headblow table! please!

Doc: I’m laughing so hard right now

Bomrek: Is that a 1d6, or 3d6?

Ken (GM): 3

Bomrek: rolling 3d6(1+1+3)= 5

ayy

Ken (GM): what

P.P. A.: >three fives on three 3d6 in a row

Joush M.: Goddamn

Ken (GM): [4, 5] – The target’s DR protects at half value (round up) after applying any armor divisors. If any damage penetrates, treat it as if it were a major wound, regardless of the actual injury inflicted.



Damage please!

Joush M.: We’d better enjoy this. They might have patched this by next week

Bomrek: rolling 3d6 + 1(2+5+4)+1= 12 Pi++

Doc: W E W

Ken (GM) The shot lines up, inches from the lich’s face. Bomrek pulls the trigger, and the top of the skull just DISAPPEARS above the nose

Bomrek immediately peers over his gun and through the smoke, trying to tell if this thing’s dead yet, or at least has stopped laughing.

Ken (GM) the body falls away, bones and robes and skin just disintegrating, collapsing on itself. The harpoon clatters limply to the railing. What is left is….a spectral green thing floating in the air

Adolf S.: Shit, who are we going to call now?

Ken (GM) two eyes wink open, lime green

Ken (GM) It hisses! And it’s maw opens, and a gout of green flame flies at Bomrek!

Suðri Skornbrekker: “How many layers of dead can someone be?!” Suðri complains aloud.

Bomrek: Oh shit

Joush M.: (Can I try to block that, or is it too large/encompassing?)

(To Gray): That’s a Spirit now! Certainly, your vision shows its true form! It can be banished or holy-powered away!

Ken (GM): [Area effect, one hex size; Bomrek needs to dodge]

Bomrek: Can I do that uh, dodge dive thing for +3?

Ken (GM): [or!]

[Sacrificial dodge from Gray could do]

[I realize, you’re big enough for that at SM+1]

Joush M.: Sacrificial block would only put the shield in the way, he’s fine with getting that burned… but lighting himself on fire? We aren’t that good friends, man

Ken (GM): hahahah

BOMREK DODGE, YOU MAY DIVE FOR +3

I ADVISE DIVING BACKWARD

Joush M.: I mean, if it was Suðri

Bomrek: Wooowww, Gray’s secret santa gift is going to be shit

rolling 3d6(4+4+6)= 14

Ken (GM): OH FUCK

Bomrek: ayy, lets see..Nope

Ken (GM): nooope

Bomrek: Failure by 2

P.P. A.: does Bomrek have Luck?

Bomrek: I do not

P.P. A.: uh-oh

Ken (GM): anyone else have selfless luck? for other folks to benifet?

Gray decided to go with 20 HP instead of luck

P.P. A.: That’s an Advantage separate from normal Luck?

Doc: Rod only has selfish luck

P.P. A.: >You cannot share Luck.

Ken (GM): Right, Im thinking of superluck

100pts worth of base advantage

TO THE DAMAGE

FOR THE DORF

rolling 4d6 + 3(2+6+5+5)+3 = 21 Burn, Area Effect

BOOM

P.P. A.: fug

Bomrek: Uh oh

Ken (GM): average DR for you is… 4

so 17 burning to your HP

Doc: fugg that’s a lot of burning

Ken (GM) the flames surround Bomrek suddenly and completely, choking off even a yell of surprise

P.P. A.: did the Drow aim correctly?

Ken (GM): Yes PPA 😛

Joush M.: Oh fuck, this just got real

Doc: how’s uh

Bomrek: Mmm, that’s -2 HP then

Doc: how’s the gunpowder

Ken (GM): yes!

I was JUST getting to that too 😀

Bomrek: Pssh, that’s in my leather backpack, behind me

P.P. A.: hopefully either Rod or Grey can end this on the next turn with their fancy swords or Syviis with her white lightning

Bomrek: Syviis is a moon shiner?

Gray can see the Spirit and plans to Banish the Drow’s soul to a place beyond, but he isn’t fast enough to stop Bomrek from being engulfed in fire.

Ken (GM): I’m gonna say your single spare reload on your belt burns out, but Ill give you the benefit of the doubt your bag is on the floor where you dropped it

but!

HT versus staying on your feet please?

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Bomrek!”

Bomrek: rolling 3d6(3+2+4)= 9 vs HT

Ken (GM): noice

Bomrek: Yup, Bomrek’s fine. Totally fine. That being said, am I on fire? I feel like stopping, dropping, and rolling might be in order.

Doc: what a fucking champ

Ken (GM): Yes, you’re totally on fire

you may start rolling next turn

Bomrek: Yeah, at whatever point I can, I’m going to drop – righto

Ken (GM): youre already on the ground, having dove for a +3

Ken (GM): WHICH BRINGS US BACK TO

Suðri !

Suðri Skornbrekker is enraged, seeing his fellow Dwarf falling to the ground charred and ablaze. Though he figured it would do no good, in his anger he drops his musket and grabs his bardiche, swinging it at the misty enemy.

Suðri Skornbrekker: “By the Allfather!”

[5]v16

P.P. A.: >that was a very accurate slash at a cloud of magic mist

Ken (GM) the blade swings true, and passes through the green specter like it wasn’t even there.

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Die already!”

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): You feel a tingle in your arms up through your weapon as it passes through the thing. Roll Will

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): [13]v12

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): might reroll that with Luck

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): kk

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): [8] [14]

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): nice. Best is a beat by 4

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): [7] vs 16 [Secret GM Drow posession]



Ken (GM) Suðri suddenly stiffens as the weapon passes through the spectre, and then it disappears! Gone with the passing of the airs as the glaive finishes its arc

(To Gray): It jumped into Suthri! Its still in there!

(From P.P. A.): was that second roll for something the spectre was doing?

Bomrek starts rolling on the ground as soon as he can

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): You feel as if youre not alone…in your own head

Syviis: “Where the hell did it go?! it disappeared!” She lines up her bow, looking this way and that

Ken (GM): Gray!



(From P.P. A.): can I speak out lout or does it prevent me from that?

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): You cant move! You seem to be paralyzed!

(From P.P. A.): DAMN

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): right! Your body is locked up, partially through your bardiche swing.

P.P. A.: ah, that seems like something that would be visible. so “stiffen” meant “suddenly frozen in his tracks mid-swing”

Ken (GM) Suðri seems frozen in place, pained expression, a look of hate and fear and shock on his face. Hes not moving!

P.P. A.: someone insert another coin!

Gray turns to Suthri, growling and gathering power.. “Into the Darkness with you!”

Gray: rolling 3d6 vs 12 for Exorcism (2+2+6)= 10



Ken (GM): rolling 3d6 v 16 Resist (1+3+1)= 5

Joush M.: Goddamn

Drow: “THE GODS FAVOR ME MORTALS; I WILL NOT BE SO EASILY SWAYED”

Ken (GM) power pours through Gray, his sword alighting with green flame, but the shining light does nothing to Suðri’s body, the ethereal voice issuing from nowhere and everywhere…

Ken (GM): Roderick!

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): Suðri thinks at the Drow: “I suspect you won’t leave voluntarily. Now, before your inevitable demise at the hands of my friends, what were you doing down here? Trying to break into our hallowed tombs?”

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): Foolish mortal creature! Your body will allow me to release the Golems from their slumber here! My butchery was just another key to open that door!



Doc: What kind of armor is Suðri wearing/where does it protect?

Ken (GM): ruh roh

P.P. A.: fuggen swords

He’s wearing light plate all around, medium plate on the chest

and angry plate on the groin

Ken (GM): DR 3 at least everywhere

11 in the groin, 6 in the torso

and skull

P.P. A.: neck is 4 because padding



(From Suðri Skornbrekker): “Your plans will be foiled! What Golems? Like the spider near the entrance?”

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): Yes, child, like the one above. They were forged by the First Masters, your forefathers. I wish to add them to my collection



Ken (GM): I will point out, Rod is still on the floor

Prone from the dive

Doc: Any penalties to fast-draw on the floor?

Ken (GM): certainly, -4

posture penalties suck



(From Suðri Skornbrekker): “…I suppose they are a neat thing to have, yea; though I wish you could have collected them without desecrating the final resting place of our forefathers. Do you know how they were wrought, if any masters of that skill yet live?”

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): They died out years ago. I crushed them for their insolence when they attempted to settle here on the border of our lands. When my kind ruled. And we shall rule again!

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): “Disgusting! You robbed the world of their arts, and now try to plunder what little remains of it!”

(From P.P. A.): Can Suðri see Roderick from where he’s facing, assuming he can’t move his eyes?

(To Gray): Gotta say; I am using a more streamlined version of the exorcism rules. Particularly, your ability to just invoke it in a turn instead of perform a 15 minute ritual, but the core of it is still a roll off. You’re wont be able to sever his grasp with your power again today tho, just to be clear

(To Gray): Remind me to formally write up that process for us tho

(From Gray): Yeah, I thought we were going for a streamlined exorcism/cinematic use of the skill. Upshot is that he can’t just try again for a while though, huh? Damn. Have to come up with a different plan.

[This fabled Grimwyrd Exorcism takes me a good three months ot put to paper for some reason. You can see a copy of it Here -Ken]



Ken (GM): so, plan?

Doc: Does the Balanced quality affect fast-draw or just the attacks and parries?

Ken (GM): Ill say you get the +1 :p

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 11 or 12 to fast-draw the magic sword

(3+6+1)= 10

Ken (GM): ayyyy

OH SHIT! THE MAGIC SWORD

(To Roderick): You feel a rush of elation from the blade as you draw it, it SINGS in your head a song of fury hate and excitement



Bomrek: I’ma have to go afk for some amount of time here in a bit.

Assume Bomrek screams about being on fire, rolls around on the ground, and shouts for water.

Ken (GM): kk

P.P. A.: That seems reasonable

Ken (GM): [such timing]

Bomrek: Oh, is it my turn? Well, yeah, as above at any rate.

Joush M.: This is why I get possessed before I go into a fight.



Roderick thrusts the fae blade at Suðri’s abdomen, shouting “Forgive me!”

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): “Hah, his blade is some enchanted Fae shit! I really hope it kills you before it kills me!”

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 15 (telegraphic attack)(1+4+6)= 11

Ken (GM): it hits!

damage!

Doc: Any defense?

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): OH GOD THE PAIN the voice screams in your head

P.P. A.: he’s frozen stiff so I dunno

Ken (GM): it hits

so roll damage!

Roderick: rolling d6+3(3)+3= 6 Imp

Ken (GM) the blade thrusts forward, and seems to twist in Rod’s hand as the metal sings out ringing from the sheath! The poor dwarf, frozen in place is struck by the blade just below the breastplate! There is a PUNK noise, and then a burst of lime light in all directions!

(From Suðri Skornbrekker): “Ow, fuck. Hey, sword; you’re inside me now too, can you talk?”

Drow: NOOOOOOOOOOO

P.P. A.: I assume Suðri unfreezes?

Ken(GM): he does!

with a sword in his gut!

Doc: a-at least he was wearing armor



Ken(GM)Bomrek is rolling about on the floor behind him screaming

rolling 3d6(2+1+1)= 4

HAHAHAHA



Ken (GM): immediately putting out the flames

[Suthri took 4 wounds, after DR from the sword poke]

(To Roderick): The sword is ecstatic. Waves of joy rush up your arm, leaving numbness in the wake of the ecstasy

Suðri Skornbrekker grunts in pain, and looks at Roderick, trying to smile: “”t’s okay, you killed it. Jusssss— ow, just heal me later.” If Roderick doesn’t pull out the sword, he tries to sit or lay down to a position where it hurts less. “Bomrek comes first though.”

(To Gray): He’s right, the sword killed the ghost…or banished it. Its gone, either way

P.P. A.: or well, maintain any position in which he is least discomfortable with a blade inside him

Ken (GM): oh god; just….just take it out :S

(From Roderick): can he remove the sword or is it going to argue?

P.P. A.: wouldn’t that cause bleeding tho

(To Roderick): The blade does not argue, its kinda….drunk?

Roderick withdraws the blade as gently as he can

Gray looks around, scenting the air and watching the shadows as he drops his shield, pulling off his surcoat and smothering the flames on the dwarf on the ground.

Ken (GM): [Bomrek is not on fire anymore. See above Crit]

Doc: yeah technically you want to keep the blade in until he can get to surgery

fortunately we’ve got *~magic~*

Ken (GM): speaking of which

Gray: “It’s gone for now. Thank you Roderick, it was strong.. Too strong for me to drive out casually. I need to learn the rituals” He admits. The beast disturbed by then, asking Suðri . “How badly are you hurt?

Gray also checks on Bomrek.

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Well, I have a sword inside me, but it killed the evil spirit first.” He tries not to wince. “Talked to him while he was in my mind. The villain killed the Dwarves who made this place,” he frowns.

Gray: “Scum” He growls thoughtfully

Roderick casts a panicked glance at Bomrek, hoping he’s still alive and rushing towards him to heal

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 13 to heal Bomrek for 4 FP(3+2+2)= 7

Ken (GM): woo!

RNG for the win

Doc: So that’s… 8 HP?

Suðri Skornbrekker: “At least he told me the spider we saw was called a ‘Golem’, and that there are more of them inside the Vault. Though he slew their makers, the fiend, so that art may truly be lost to the world.”

Ken (GM) Roderick invokes his magic and Bomrek’s crisp hide pales back to a normal flesh tone. He’s still a crispy critter, but wakes up once the healing magic hits him

There is cursing

Bomrek: “Set on fire, a second time, by magic. Fuck magic”

Suðri Skornbrekker chuckles. “I concur. Nasty feeling.”



Roderick staggers out of breath towards Suðri and places a hand on his shoulder

Roderick: rolling 3d6 vs 13 to heal for 1 FP(3+5+5)= 13

Ken (GM): NOICE

thats 2HP for the dorf bro!

Ken (GM) the small wound leaking red-liquid-Suðri closes, and the bleeding stops.

P.P. A.: -4+2, so I’m at 11 HP now

Gray nods to Suðri, and Bomrek. “I’m sorry. You took the brunt of the abuse today”

Roderick lifts his visor and slumps into the corner, sweating profusely and breathing heavily

Suðri Skornbrekker: “Well, at least I brought it on myself,” Suðri laughs, relaxing as the pain recedes. “Thanks, Roderick.”

Roderick: “Need… to rest… you should be… stable…”

Bomrek: “Yes, sincerely, its good to not be dead”



Doc: Where’s Bomrek’s HP at now?

Ken (GM): [Bomreks sitting at 6 of 12]

Gray takes a flask from his pack, offering Roderick the water as the human noble catches his breath. The towering beast gathering that spear up again and stowing it.

Roderick nods in appreciation, thankful for the drink

Doc: Rod’s at 2 FP

Suðri Skornbrekker turns to Bomrek: “By the Deep, Bomrek, you really took a hit there.”

P.P. A.: [headcanon: in Dwarven lore of many different kingdoms, there is a place called the Deep, which is really deep. It is variously described as hell, a subterranean paradise, or just a cool place with lots of riches, but in any case digging towards it is something to strive for!]

Bomrek says nothing, shuffles into a comfortable position, and just lies there.

Suðri Skornbrekker also catches his breath, and just reflects on what they’ve been through, eventually remembering to pick up his two discarded muskets, to clean and to reload them.

Gray speaks in that deep voice. “Once we recover we should explore the room. There are things here that might be important or powerful. Or at least useful, for our mission.”

Syviis sweeps the room with her bow out, a light crackle of power on the tip of her arrows. “There’s nothing else to be seen here, no powers, no darkness. Just a room” and she tilts her head “With a really impressive statue. Is that one of your kings?” she points to the red dwarven edifice beside you

[hah, sweep-the-room-mind]



Suðri Skornbrekker: “I suspect…” Suðri hesitates to make such a bold statement, “This could possibly be the Allfather’s tomb. I wonder why they would bury him at such a remote outpost, but some things just match up to legends I’ve heard many times…”

Syviis: “I though the allfather was your god?”

(From P.P. A.): from what you said he was more like a god-emperor, right

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): Yeah. A mythic being who ruled you personally, and you revere him in his passing from this world

Suðri Skornbrekker: “A God, and an emperor—a God-Emperor, at least in the form in which He blessed is with His rule.”

(To Suðri Skornbrekker): Like Gilgamesh, or John Wayne

Suðri Skornbrekker: “This could possibly be where the mortal coil He left behind lies enshrined!”

Gray summons Memory, looking to the raven in mute curiosity to see if she has anything to add before leaving her to perch at his huge shoulder as the beast listens to Suori’s words.

Memory: [“Holy shit you guys stabbed a ghost to death” WARK]

Suðri Skornbrekker: “The undead Elf said the Golems were built by the ‘First Masters,’ whom he massacred for settling so close to Gorgoth. He said there are more ahead, they must be guarding something.” He strokes his beard and looks at the key the Golem had given him. “I might be too optimistic, but that something could even be the ancient artefact the Witch send us to seek.”

Memory: [“what was with all those FIVES?!”]

P.P. A.: haha

Memory:



P.P. A.: heh

Gray nods to Suori. “It’s worth investigating, so long as we are here. We should clean this place out anyway”

Suðri Skornbrekker nods. “What a mess he made.”



P.P. A.: (if we’re going to end soon I’d rather end now, there’s a thunderstorm going on. and after a lightning once stuck the neighbour’s house and fried some electronics in our house (and yet more in theirs) I’m a bit paranoid and like to disconnect my PC and everything)

Ken (GM): hahah

wew

k

4 EXP FOR ERRYONE!

Doc: Rod isn’t going to do anything until he’s forced to

Ken (GM): next week; THE TOMB

P.P. A.: Very fun session!

Doc: He’s Fit so 10 minutes of rest should get him up and able to walk again but 4 FP isn’t exactly a lot to fight with

Ken (GM): I sure HOPED so; you fought a fucking LICH! Cant let that be run of the mill

P.P. A.: I assume we’ll first throw out the carcass, then loot the Drow’s possessions, and finally venture deeper inside

so lots of time for him to recover

Joush M.: Thanks for the game man. Goddamn, this got rough.

Doc: this session is probably going to be in my top 10 dnd battles tbh

P.P. A.: aye, exciting times

Thanks for the game, and till next week!

Ken (GM): >top ten dnd battles