Bhaakon's Brinewall Legacy IC

[ProudGrognard]

Caleban

Caleban keeps feeling the presence of the little abomination. He frowns as he hears the words.

"So you tricked your master in dying, you little walking rat? And now you would do the same to us? I am going to hurt you now... There it is!"

Caleban launches his axe in a powerful swing, trying to hit the thing beneath the wall. If lucky, he will hit it hard enough that it will surrender

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Power attack (1d20+3)[7] dmg (1d12+9)[15]
Concealment (1d20)[14] 1-10 miss, correct?

[Thattaman]

"We tried to be nice, but you didn't want it, now you'll pay!" Theodric draws his greatsword in a long arc, brandishing it in front of him, so as to look as menacing as he can.

[North_Ranger]

Eirik Evensong

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Bardic knowledge to recognize: (1d20+2)[18]

"A ratling", Eirik hissed with disgust. "On your guards, friends! This creature can cast spells!" he yelled as he maintained his ability to see magical auras - and saw the creature's glowing outline scurrying up and down the walls. "Damn thing is fast, too!" he yelled out as he pulled out his blade and pointed it at the wall, right where he saw the creature. "Follow my sword!"

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Eirik will maintain detect magic to let his comrades see where the ratling is - until the walls are smashed enough that the thing no longer has a place to hide.

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Foul, treacherous creature! "Guide our hands, let us end this beast swiftly." Lethos calls as he plunges his blade in the indicated direction.

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If shield is up, so is he blade enhancement.

attack (1d20+5)[24]
damage (1d6+2)[4]
miss (1d100)[73]

[Bhaakon]

@Lethos, Caleban

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You shouldn't be rolling attacks yet, it's not your turn until after this post.

Eirik's sword tracks the movement of the Ratling as it retreats through the walls into the kitchen area. Before you can run through the door after the little fiend, it begins another casting.

DC 12 Spellcraft

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Summon Swarm

Seemingly out of nowhere, hundred and hundreds of rats spew from every crack in the plaster, gap in the floorboards, and hole in the roof. The diseased little vermin swarm about your feet, completely filling Old Megus's laboratory to ankle depth. They desperately climb up pants, crawl into boots, and squeeze beneath greaves in search of flesh to gnaw on.

DC 12 Knowledge (nature)

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You've heard of disgusting swarms of rats such as this being spawned in particularly rich feeding grounds or by magical summons. As they're made up of hundreds of individual animals, slashing and piercing weapons are only partially effective.

@Everyone

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Eirik: (1d6)[6] damage
Theodore: (1d6)[3] damage
Caleban: (1d6)[4]
Lethos: (1d6)[3]
Kasuka: (1d6)[6]

Everyone: Roll a fort save

[Bad Situation]

There was something to be said about chasing a rat into its rat hole. Or, more specifically, just don't do it. However, these thoughts fall on deaf ears the ratling begins its infernal cant. He knew very little about magic, true, but even the common knew to fear it. And then, as if in response to his fears the varminous rodents begin spewing out of the house like a disgusting torrent of disease. Kasuka reacts violently to the rat swarm, jerking himself away from the horde but to no avail.

Through the cascade he manages to grimy spit out, "Fire is still an option, yes?" before whipping his wakizashi out at the creatures.

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Fort Save: (1d20+2)[6]

[ProudGrognard]

Caleban

Caleban swears again as rats appear out of nowhere.

"Hey, take care of this mess here. I will get the little bastard."

He continues his onslaught on the walls.

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Atk as rolled. Fort (1d20+3)[16]

[North_Ranger]

Eirik Evensong

Eirik looked to be in trouble with the rats. The little monsters got under his armor, in his hair, one was even tugging at his beard. Suddenly the bard howled in pain, one massive specimen having sunk its teeth deep in his neck. He managed to pull the beast away, but blood still wet the front of his night-blue jacket, his face growing pale.

"I'm beginning to thinking it's the only option", the bard cursed, one hand clutching his neck. He tried making it to the door, his lips whispering a minor cantrip in the hopes of getting the swarm to scatter.

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Try and make it to the door, hopefully out of the swarm as he's down to 3 HP. For what it's worth, attempt to cast ghost sound for the sound of hungry feral cats. Lots and lots of them. Coming this way.

Concentration check (in case there's no way he can get out of the swarm): (1d20+4)[23] Need at least 15, I think, to cast the spell.

Suddenly, a new sound broke through the squeaking of the vermin and the cursing of men. A loud sound. A hungry sound. It sounded like at least a dozen feral cats, hungry and smelling prey. Not the cute little balls of fur that were pampered and fed treats at Miss Kaye's, nor the lean but good-natured hunters that kept the rats at bay at Sandpoint homes. No, these sounded like the nasty rat-killers that prowled the alleys and fields. And they had just caught the scent of a veritable feast.

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fort (1d20+3)[21]

spellcraft (1d20+7)[22]

"The creature summoned them. Breaking his attention will disrupt the spell, but finding him may prove troublesome." He rips a rat off his arm, its fangs red, and whips it against the wall. "I suggest we move outside. Fire sounds wise." He cuts his way through the storm as best he can moving toward the door.

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swarms are annoying, but we don't have much HP.

standard to attack the swarm (I assume 1/2 damage
(1d20+5)[24]
damage (1d6+2)[7]/2=

[Thattaman]

"Damn rats!" Theodric shouts as the swarm come towards him. "I'll kill the bastards!" As he says that, the greatsword on his back swings out and slices the closest rats on the gound.

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Fort save: (1d20+3)[19] Attack: (1d20+4)[14] Damage: (2d6+6)[13] Power attack.

[Bhaakon]

Following Eirik's directions, Caleban wades out of the swarm of rats in into the kitchen, where he gets to work chopping through the wall. Plaster cracks and falls from the roof in clumps as he assaults the building, and the shack's timbers creak worryingly.

Inside the lab, Kasuka, Lethos, and Theodoric hack desperately at the crawling, biting mass of vermin, to mixed results. Dozens of small bodies are sliced apart, but they're a pittance in comparison to the hundreds still living. Worse still, all the violent motion proves more than the rotten floorboards can handle. A plank gives way under Theodoric's plant leg, threatening to drop the Taldan into the heart of the swarm.

@Theodoric

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DC 12 Reflex save or fall prone

But it's not all bad news. Thinking quickly, Eirik retreats to the kitchen and summons up a simple glamor. The result: the hungry yowls of a score of half-starved feral cats erupts from the entryway. Skitterfoot is too canny to fall for such a ruse, but the normal rats flooding the laboratory are slaves to instinct. The wave of vermin breaks, fleeing for the gaps and chinks. For the moment, at least, the swarm scatters.

@Everyone

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The swarm is not dead, but it's too busy scattering to attack this round (though you can still attack it). It will reform next round, barring another clever strategy.

[North_Ranger]

Eirik Evensong

"Some ideas would be nice!" Eirik yelled out as he kept up the illusion as seemlessly as possible. The cantrip had only a limited duration, but the good side was that he could easily cast it again and again, maintaining the illusion of cats meowing and hissing outside, surrounding the hut - save at the front door. He was hoping the rats would be smart enough to take the hint...

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In other words, keep casting ghost sound to keep the rats panicking.

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The tall elf takes advantage of the momentary respite to plunge his blade into the wall to which he had been pointed. This is no way to fight.

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(1d20+5)[23]
damage (1d6+2)[4]
miss (1d100)[90]

[ProudGrognard]

Caleban

Caleban tried to hit the little rat through the wall, but his aim was way off. He grunted as his axe dug deep in the wood. His failure and the bites from the rats were making him angry.

"Come out, you little rat, or I will bring this house down!"

At that moment, he sensed the ratling. His axe was there a few seconds later.

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Power attack (1d20+3)[13] dmg (1d12+6)[18]
Miss chance (1d100)[39]

[Bad Situation]

There was no real point to fighting the swarm, not when the leader was still at large. If they let the filthy creature get away there was nothing stopping him simply sending more and more rats to attack. No, their goal should have been abundantly clear from the outset. "If we fell the ratman, his summons will surely follow." With that said, Kasuka aims his own attacks at the wall, hoping the sheer number of attacks would fell the screeching miscreant.

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Attack Roll: (1d20+4)[19]
Damage: (1d6)[4]
Miss Chance: (1d100)[27]

[Bhaakon]

Theodore crashes to the ground as his boot punches through the rotten floorboards. It's fortunate that Eirik's spell temporarily abated the swarm, or the Taldan would surely have a dozen rats clawing and biting at his face. Instead, he carefully extracts his foot and retreats into the kitchen with the rest of the group.

It's a good thing he does, because Eirik's second attempt at frightening off the swarm falls short of his initial effort. Skitterfoot, who isn't fooled at all by the cantrip, squeaks angrily at his swarm (no doubt a litany of fur-peeling oaths, and you're momentarily sorry that you can't understand rodent). Whatever he says seems to work, and the swarm once more gathers to flood the laboratory in Theodore's wake.

Kasuka, Caleban, and Lethos are busy tearing the structure apart to find Skitterfoot. The ratling has made its way up to the attic in a vain effort to avoid the group's attacks. Kasuka's wakizashi perforates the ceiling, but his efforts do nothing but than loosen more chunks of wet plaster. Caleban's strike proves more spectacular, but no more effective in ending the former familiar: his axe blasts apart the lath boards and cleaves through a pair of rafters. The spectacular miss is not without cost, as the heft half orc's sudden weight shift punches another hole in the compromised floor.

@Caleban

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DC 12 Ref save or fall prone

The new skylight proves a boon for Lethos, who spots Skitterfoot through the gap and delivers a solid slash to the hideous little beastie's flank. The ratling squeals in pain and flees to the safety and cover of the ceiling about the entry, where it stops to cast another spell. Suddenly Lethos is overcome with cowardice, and a nearly undeniable urge to abandon the fight.

@Lethos

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DC 12 will save or be Frightened for 2 rounds. Succeed and be shaken for 1 round.

[North_Ranger]

Eirik Evensong

The swarm was gathering again, and Eirik feared that this time even the relatively simple-minded rats would not buy another illusory sound of cats. Deciding to change tactics, the bard whispered a new illusion, one that he hoped would give the rats pause - and hopefully flush out Skitterfoot.

The walls and the ceiling where Skitterfoot had scurried to after Lethos's strike began to squeak and moan, the rotting wood sounding like it was just about to collapse on top of them all. Eirik hoped that the impressive amount of damage his friends had done to the delapidated shack's walls would lend credence to the illusion he was weaving; that it would be a matter of seconds before the entire house collapsed.

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Hopefully this works... ghost sound to make it sound like the roof is about to collapse under Skitterfoot. Let's hope he fails his Will save to disbelieve... or at least has to roll for a concentration.

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Lethos shakes off the rising panic. Just a blasted spell. You're better than that, any apprentice could see through it. Focus.

His hands still unsteady from the momentary discomfiture, he plunges his blade into a rafter.

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will (1d20+2)[21]

attack (1d20+3)[6]
damage (1d6+1)[3]
miss (1d100)[38]

[ProudGrognard]

Caleban

As the shambling house gets erratically hacked, Caleban almost loses his footing. The axe needs a lot of momentum and it is easy to misstep. At the last minute, he regains his balance.

"Come out, come out! Or we will bring this house down!"

Again, Caleban swings his axe when he feels the rat thing to be.

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Pwer atk (1d20+3)[9] (1d12+8)[14]
Miss (1d20)[20] 1-10 miss

Damn! Keep rolling 6 and 7

[Bad Situation]

Completely unsure of himself, Kasuka sweeps his blade wherever he can in the hopes of tearing the accursed rat-thing out from its hidey-holes. In spite of himself, Kasuka can feel a dark grimace stretching across his face as he carries through with this task, grateful for the veil that obscures his face from sight. It was unbecoming of a warrior to reveal too much about his emotions. Shinobi especially were expected to kill their feelings for the sake of their committment. Frustration and anger had no place in a fight.

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That does not stop him from taking a special glee in tearing down the home, however.

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Attack Roll: (1d20+4)[14]
-- Damage: (1d6)[3]
-- Miss Chance: (1d100)[14]

[Thattaman]

"Die you stupid rats!" Theodric shouts as he takes another swing at the swarm. Cursing under his breath with each bite on his foot.

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(1d20+4)[21] (2d6+7)[16] Miss (1d%)[83]

[Bhaakon]

The swarm of rats slowly begins to re-fill the laboratory in the wake of Skitterfoot's admonishment, but Theodore has other ideas. He hacks away with his great sword, slicing and smashing every spot where the carpet of rodents gets too thick. He doesn't kill many rats, at least compared to the swarms total number, but the constant harassment breaks their cohesion and sends the survivors fleeing.

In the entry, Eirik makes another attempt to frighten the ratling into exposing himself. The rumble and creak of an illusory collapse have no effect beyond drawing squeaking laughter...

...which turns to a squeal of terror as the Ulfen skald's spell proves prophetic. Lethos, Kasuka, and particularly Caleban's latest attempts to cut their way to Skitterfoot send the unstable structure over the tipping point into full-on disintegration. Cracks in the plaster form and widen without the coercion of weapon blows, previously square door frames parallelogram noticeably, and rotten rafters fail in a series of wet snaps as each is forced to take on the load of its broken brethren. Old Megus's shack is quite literally falling on your heads.

And so is skitterfoot. The erstwhile familiar looses its footing as the ceiling breaks apart and drops to the floor in the entry, right at the feet of Caleban, Lethos, Kasuka, and Eirik.

[Thattaman]

"Ha! Run away! Tell your little baby rats that it was Theodriv Vor who defeated you!" He smiles to his companions, then sees the thing that fell from the ceiling. "What the f**k is that?"

[ProudGrognard]

Caleban

Caleban has been bitten, drenched and bitten again in the span of a few hours. On top of that, the blasted ratling has been escaping his blows. And now a house has fallen on his head. When the familiar falls in his feet, a very nasty growl escapes his lips.

"Do not move. Do not squeal. Do not even twitch. I will smash you into a pulp and let your entrails feed the fish in the river if you so much as breathe. You will answer us now, or you will die so painfully that even Pharasma will not find you soul"

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Intimidate! Let 's see if it works
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Oops I am an idiot. That should be +9 for a total of 18

[North_Ranger]

Eirik Evensong

"I'd do as the half-orc says if I were you", Eirik said as he drew his knife, flicking it between his fingers. "He's usually quite even-tempered, you know. But you - you managed to piss him off. I wouldn't anger him any more if I were you."

"Oh, and just so you know", the bard, pale from bloodloss as he was, hissed menacingly. "You so much as squeak for a spell, and I'll have the ranger here skin you alive. What do you think, Taldan? I think he'd make a half-decent fur cap."

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Aid another at Intimidation: (1d20+3)[6]

Readied action: if Skitterfoot starts casting a spell, Eirik will fling a dagger at him.

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Lethos Far-Wanderer

Lethos raises his blade. "It is a treacherous and wicked creature, unfit for mercy. Let us end it swiftly." His blade arcs down, giving the ratling no time to surrender.

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tired of dealing with bloody prisoners in these games, takes to long. Lethos doesn't have a G in his alignment for a reason.

(1d20+5)[13]
damage (1d6+1)[5] (forgot +4 if target is prone)

[Bad Situation]

Looking around warily at the collapsing structure, Kasuka feels it prudent to point out the immediate danger and his companion's strange desire to put on the 'tough guy' act. Did they not realize the impending danger? Was killing the ratling so important that it could not wait, a scant few seconds? It boggled the mind. Glancing around the shack for any quick exits, Kasuka mentally prepares a list of access points in the event of a cave-in. "Perhaps it would be wise to play the part of the executioner while the proverbial axe is not threatening to come down on our heads, hmm?"

[Thattaman]

"What the HELL! Lethos, that was stupid and cruel! He might have helped us. What is wrong with you, the creature was sentient, it could talk and might have helped us. Now get the hell out of this building." Theodric runs out of the building as fast as he can.

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Lethos Far-Wanderer

(Presuming it was actually a kill and the building doesn't fall first)

The tall elf shakes the blood from his blade before calmly sheathing it as he strides from the collapsing building. He gives Theodric a cool gaze. Several seconds of silence too many pass before he responds. "Hold your tongue, child. It was a treacherous beast, no truth would be had from it. It's death was just and clean, better than the gnawing doom it offered us."