L7>8 XP 33,095+1200=34,295/34,000>48,000
Group: Ursa Sandor Gracyone Drakonok + NPCs Namelin Rasgar Anna - 7 total
Time 9pm on 6/2/47. Clear night, storm passed
Old Bear wanders off.
Exhaustion: Ursa 2 levels, others 1 level.
Group camps? Half hour ride to Oriax Tower, Namelin suggests go there & rest.
Next games w Ursa Gracyone & co 7pm Monday & Wednesday
Bill rolls for Friday -Bard-1 George Formby STR 13 DEX 14 CON 11 INT 17 WIS 16 CHA 11
Smon: Ready to start?
chris107: Yup
Smon: After a short rest, Ursa leads the intrepid band down the west tunnel, which turns north into a chamber of broken gargoyles likely destroyed by Black Sun, then west again.
Smon: Ursa spots the hidden door on the south wall that leads to the stairs down to the Temple of the Elements.
chris107: any sign of recent traffic?
Smon: No, all seems eerily quiet.
chris107: ah...
chris107: Can he hear anything from the West?
Smon: roll wis+prof
chris107 rolls 1d20+4 and gets: 1, (+4) = 5
chris107: hehe
Smon: nope
chris107: off to a flying start!
chris107: He will set off down the western passage, Grond held in both hands.
chris107: Keeping an eye out for traps involving stone.
Smon: To the west the tunnel comes out into the chamber where you fought wererats and black sun mages, the tunnel off south.
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 3,
Smon: There are still dried bloodstains on the floor but no bodies.
chris107: Hmmm, I don't have a map..
chris107: Have we been south from here?
Smon: Heading south the tunnel opens into a chamber with a green gargoyle face on the west wall, standing out from the other bas reliefs. It looks familiar.
Smon: From here the tunnel runs east - you are in a spiral, closing in on the central staircase.
chris107: Drat! Getting old. I think we need to find our way down.
chris107: We encountered the Trogs in the elemental temple?
chris107: Or maybe head down the spiral?
Smon: The east tunnel leads into a bare chamber, tunnel from there north then west, passing the back of the secret door you should have gone through earlier and ending at an arch in the s wall.
Smon: Looking through the arch you see the great spiral stairs down into the temple.
chris107: Ursa will sniff the subterannean air and listen carfully.
Smon: Cautiously descending the stairs, you come out into the great Temple of the Elements, 4 arches leading off N S E & W. All seems quiet.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 1,
Smon: You feel confused (like in an '80s computer text dungeon)
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 5,
chris107: Eyes peeled for lurking assassins :DX
Smon: The place seems abandoned.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 16,
Smon: Sandor points the way forward - south then west into the Temple of Water.
chris107: Does Ursa remember where the Trogs came from?
Smon: At the back of the water temple a door leads into the tunnel where you killed Fion, just dried blood now
chris107: Ursa smiles a grim smile.
chris107: "Bitch."
Smon: At the end of that tunnel it reaches doors in E & W walls, the w door opens into an abandoned guardroom, with spiral staircase in the north wall leading down.
Smon: This is as far as you've gone
Smon: Namelin speaks in hushed tone: "Down those stairs?"
chris107: Ursa checks the East door
chris107: To be sure we leave nothing behind us.
Smon: The east door opens into what was Fion's boudoir, where you found your runehammer.
chris107: "After we just check in here Namelin. Don't want any nasty surprises behind us."
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 14,
chris107: Ursa pats Grond lovingly
Smon: The place seems much as you left it, but you do make out some faint footprints, bipedal but animal-like.
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 8,
chris107: "Let me check ahead down these stairs. I see better in the dark alone. If I fail to return in five minutes. Come rescue me!"
chris107: (Probs the wererats)
Smon: Rasgar hefts his spear: "You got it."
Smon: Yes, looks like wererat prints.
chris107: Ursa pads off .
chris107: No armour-barbarian and in the dark dwarf.
Smon: Ursa sneaks down the spiral stairway... roll a Stealth DEX+Prof check
chris107: His ideal environment.
chris107 rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 8, (+5) = 13
Smon: Ursa descends a long distance.
chris107: Out of practice, spending too much time with civilised humans.
chris107: He counts off silently the depth.
Smon: Nearing the bottom of the stairs, he sees they open into the NW end of a long U-shaped chamber.
chris107: got it
Smon: He hears rumbling voices from round the U bend "Ere Grond, reckon we'll get any viz-ters today?"
chris107: Dark? Quiet?
Smon: It sounds deep voice, big.
chris107: He looks at his hammer...
Smon: There's no light, with darkvision everything is in shades of grey.
chris107: He tip toes on hopefully silent feet to the U and peaks around.
chris107: (Soz, meant was the chamber illuminated)
chris107: (Or was he still on Darkvision)
Smon: "Them wererats might come agin Bugg... better raise the toll next time!"
Smon: Peeking round the corner, Ursa makes out the hefty forms of two huge Ogres sat on flat rocks, clubs close at hand.
Smon: They smell foul, and wear badly tanned furs.
chris107: (Also, by his count how manyminutes have elapsed?)
Smon: Large bags lie near both rocks
Smon: About 2 minutes
Smon: "Ya think we'll effer get oomanz agin?"
Smon: "Naw Bugg, deze all ded ore gone! Ratz sed so."
chris107: (Very tempted to attack the Ogres, but I have no idea how powerful they ae in 5e. Which is wonderful!)
Smon: "Ahh..."
Smon: "Ya fink da Troggz'll cum bak?"
chris107: He listens for another minute
Smon: "Hmm... mebbe... Naw. Dey wuz just talkin' to da oomanz."
Smon: "Talkin? Bout what?"
Smon: "Ah... trogz stuff. The Dragon, you know."
chris107: His ears prick up...
Smon: "Dragon ain't real!"
Smon: "Heh... datzs wut YOU think!"
Smon: An ogre casts an eye over the room in the direction of Ursa's hiding place.
Smon: /roll d20-7
Smon rolls 1d20-7 and gets: 9, (-7) = 2
chris107: He shrinks back into the shadows
Smon: You shrink back, remaining unseen in the darkness.
chris107: Listening for another minute.
Smon: "Owz da bear?"
chris107: (Interesting converstaions these Ogres have...)
Smon: "Da owl bear?"
Smon: "NAW, STOOPID! Da bear!"
Smon: "Oh.... the BEAR!"
Smon: "Yeah"
Smon: "Oh, eez real sick. Eez too old ta climb ennymore. Ee'll die soon."
Smon: Been about 4 minutes now
chris107: Ursa likes Bears and is sad to hear this.
Smon: "You still feedin' him?"
chris107: His chums should arrive around the 8 minute mark, so he listens for 1 more minute.
Smon: "Oh yeah. Eez likez da Jelleez..."
Smon: "An eez likez da big ratz... hafta killem first, he ain't so fast no more...."
Smon: The ogres lapse into silence for a minute.
Smon: "Oh yeah Bugg, ya know da Owl Bearz?"
Smon: "Yeah?"
chris107: At 7 minutes he will step out around the U bend. Speaking boldly.
Smon: "Saw em wid a ded elf the other day... ere!"
Smon: Ursa steps out.
chris107: "My! What are two smart fellows like you doing down here?"
Smon: The ogres look at you, rising and grabbing their clubs.
chris107: "I heard tell the bear wasn't feeling too good?"
chris107: "Steady on now fellas! We're all on the same side aren't we?"
Smon: "We iz TOLL OGREZ! You gotta payz up or weez eat you gud!"
Smon: Make a CHA+Prof check
chris107: "Sure-sure! Take it easy!"
chris107 rolls 1d20+2 and gets: 15, (+2) = 17
Smon: nice
chris107: "Which toll do you want? I need to go see the Dragon. Well, once I know the bear is okay."
Smon: The ogres smile. "Eez a dear ole bear! But eez gettin' oldm loozin iz teef..."
Smon: The ogres' eyes widen. "The dragon?!"
chris107: "Yeah, she said the Dragon wanted toee me. But then she stopped writing."
Smon: "She?!"
chris107: "Yeah, skinny human bitch. She upset the trogs and said it was up to me to smooth it over with the Dragon."
Smon: They look to each other, relaxing.
chris107: "We go back a long way you see?"
Smon: "Ah yah. Rateez sez human bitch iz ded."
chris107: "Who did you think I was talking about?"
Smon: "Mamma!"
chris107: "Dead? Cripes!"
Smon: "But Mamma can't write..."
chris107: "Mamma?"
Smon: The ogres look at Ursa condescendingly. "Of corse!"
chris107: "Your Mamma?"
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 12,
Smon: They nod.
Smon: Ursa hears footsteps on the stairs behind him.
Smon: brb tea
chris107: He makes sure he speaks loudly enough for his (hopefully) approaching chums to hear
7:01pm 2017-6-01 DESTROYERBILL Has entered the room
chris107: Hey Bill!
chris107: How areyou?
DESTROYERBILL: im good you
chris107: I'm good thanks
chris107: Too low level for you tonight?
chris107: There's about to be a big fight, should get us to level 8...
DESTROYERBILL: kinda
Smon: GM: Drakonok descends the spiral stairs to level 8 and comes out into a barren chamber where Ursa the dwarf is chatting with two huge and ugly ogres.
DESTROYERBILL: wow,,,
chris107: "Ah! Drakonok! My friend..."
chris107: "You are just in time."
DESTROYERBILL: hello
Smon: The other members of your party come down behind - Lord Namelin, Rasgar Skarrison & Anna Bronze, the others must be guarding the rear.
Smon: The ogres squint at Drakonok.
Smon: "I iz Bugg."
Smon: "I iz Grod."
Smon: "Wut iz you?!"
chris107: "These Ogres were just telling me about their Mamma.."
DESTROYERBILL: dragon human
Smon: "I fink eez right! Ee IZ dragon Oo-man!"
chris107: "Can you show us to the Dragon?"
Smon: The ogres grip their clubs nervously.
Smon: Anna: "Hello boys!" She waves cheerily. Rasgar grunts.
chris107: "With the correct toll of course."
Smon: "Naw, Dragon is way down deep wid da trogz!" "If eez real..."
chris107: "Who else is around then?"
Smon: "We iz just fer TOLL kolex-shun. Ten gold. Each."
chris107: (Or should we just let Drakonoc kill them?)
DESTROYERBILL: how many>?
chris107: "Oh soz chaps! We don't have any gold. Perhaps my friend Drakonoc here could pay in steel?"
Smon: Lord Bronze: "We have much better than that, my friends! One THOUSAND copper coins! Rasgar?"
chris107: 2
chris107: "Or copper of course..."
chris107:
DESTROYERBILL: 1000 coper so 10 gold
Smon: Rasgar unlimbers the copper coin chest, which he snagged before departure, and throws it open. The ogres' eyes go wide. "Oooo!"
DESTROYERBILL: its only 10 gold
Smon: Namelin: "All this shall be yours my friends, if you will but lead us to..."
chris107: (Thought you may have wanted to kill them Bill, sorry)
Smon: "It's only 10 gold" says Drakonok sardonicallt
Smon: y
Smon: The ogres gasp in horror.
Smon: "Cheatin! Da oomanz wuz cheatin!"
Smon: They heft their clubs, closing menacingly on the duplicitous Lord Namelin.
Smon: Namelin gives Drakonok a dirty look as he draws his sword.
DESTROYERBILL: ill pay 20 gold each
chris107: Ursa grasps Grond.
Smon: roll init?
chris107: Your call Bill
chris107: Happy to fight or negotiate
Smon: ogres
Smon: /roll d20-1
Smon rolls 1d20-1 and gets: 15, (-1) = 14
DESTROYERBILL: "doods ill pay 2o gold each
chris107 Rolls 1d20+1x2 and gets:
5 (+1) = 6
15 (+1) = 16
Smon: The ogres pause "Twenny gold each?! Ow much iz dat?!"
Smon: "Iz lots, Bugg!"
DESTROYERBILL: 2000 coper each
DESTROYERBILL: baiscly
DESTROYERBILL: but simpler
Smon: The ogres look very puzzled, but nod. "Simpler iz gud."
Smon: Grod holds out his hand for the money.
DESTROYERBILL: i give it to him
chris107: (And there by lays a very important part of English Law, Bill )
DESTROYERBILL: walk away and shoot him in the head
Smon: OOC I have Drak's sheet with 1987 gp on it.
chris107: (Poor Derk Bentley
DESTROYERBILL rolls 4d20+10 and gets: 14, 3, 6, 11, (+10) = 44
chris107: If Drakonok is shooting them in the head? Ursa had better hammer their ankles!
Smon: Drakonok tosses them a pouch of 200gp, they wave him past.
Smon: He walks past then turns and looses arrows at them...
DESTROYERBILL Rolls 1d20+10x4 and gets:
19 (+10) = 29
2 (+10) = 12
12 (+10) = 22
14 (+10) = 24
DESTROYERBILL: action surg
Smon: I'll give advtg so roll another 4 dice to see if crits
chris107: nice
Smon: 3 hits 1 crit
Smon: AC 11
chris107: yay
DESTROYERBILL rolls 3d10+21 and gets: 1, 9, 7, (+21) = 38
Smon: 5d10+35
chris107: that is nice damage
Smon: 5d10+28
DESTROYERBILL rolls 2d10+7 and gets: 4, 5, (+7) = 16
Smon: still alive!
chris107: Ursa will hammer him
DESTROYERBILL: oops
Smon: roll init
chris107: (Advantage too?)
Smon: no
Smon: You're in front
Smon: /roll d20-1
chris107 Rolls 1d20+1x2 and gets:
17 (+1) = 18
10 (+1) = 11
Smon rolls 1d20-1 and gets: 6, (-1) = 5
Smon: Namelin & Rasgar
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 6,
Smon: ok you all pile on the ogres, Ursa first
Smon: Grod took 54 dmg
chris107: Rage
Smon: rem same day as last 2 fights
chris107: oh
chris107: then he will save his last rage
chris107: and attack normally
Smon: ac 11
chris107 Rolls 1d1+8x2 and gets:
1 (+8) = 9
1 (+8) = 9
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
20 (+8) = 28
1 (+8) = 9
chris107 rolls 2d10+5 and gets: 2, 2, (+5) = 9
Smon: You get 4 rages/day at 7th btw
chris107: He'll save two then
Smon: Ursa smashes the wounded ogre in the head, it drops.
chris107: Hoping someone else will get targeted for a change
Smon: Namelin:
Smon: /roll d20+7x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
7 (+7) = 14
19 (+7) = 26
Smon: /roll d8+6x2
Smon Rolls 1d8+6x2 and gets:
1 (+6) = 7
7 (+6) = 13
Smon: Rasgar
Smon: /roll d20+9x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x3 and gets:
5 (+9) = 14
4 (+9) = 13
8 (+9) = 17
Smon: /roll 6d8+15
chris107: This is going to hurt it.
Smon rolls 6d8+15 and gets: 5, 7, 3, 5, 6, 5, (+15) = 46
Smon: Rasgar guts the ogre, the point driving up through its stomach into the rib cavity.
Smon: He twists and pulls out the spear, dragging ogre entrails.
Smon: It hits the ground, very dead.
chris107: "Nicely done chaps. I'm glad you're on our side."
Smon: Rasgar whistles a happy tune.
chris107: 2 mins please? Need to top up my wine
Smon: Namelin scowls at Drakonok: "You're a damn fool! They could have led us to the dragon."
Smon: OOC feeling a bit tired after long trip, will prob stop a bit after 9pm.
DESTROYERBILL: they said they didnt ven know or belive it was real yeah they coiuled of led us to the thing they dont belive in
DESTROYERBILL: i take my gold back
chris107: No probs
Smon: Drakonok recovers his money pouch.
chris107: Ura searches the Ogres
Smon: Two large sacks lie near the ogres' stone seats.
chris107: and their sacks
Smon: Inside the sacks are brimming with coin, dried meats, and all sorts of trinkets and fetishes.
chris107: A quick inspection, Bill?
Smon: Around 5000 coins, mostly silver and electrum but lots of gold too - looks like worth 3000gp value overall.
DESTROYERBILL: sure
Smon: /roll d6
chris107: nice
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 6,
DESTROYERBILL: split
chris107: and there's the 6
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 2,
chris107: No evening would be complete without it!
chris107: Sure Bill.
Smon: As you are searching through the sacks, the exit door at the east tip of the U-shaped chamber is flung open!
Smon: "Ere, shift change Bugg... Bugg? BUGGG!!!!"
Smon: Two more ogres stare in horror at their slain kinfolk.
Smon: "Oomanz kill Bugg!"
Smon: "And Oomanz kill Grod!"
Smon: "Gerrem!"
DESTROYERBILL: GOOOOOO AWAY
chris107: Ursa attacks!
Smon: /roll d20-1
Smon rolls 1d20-1 and gets: 10, (-1) = 9
Smon: group init
Smon: /roll d20
Smon rolls 1d20 and gets: 9,
chris107 Rolls 1d20+1x2 and gets:
16 (+1) = 17
11 (+1) = 12
Smon: OK you all have bonuses so you win
Smon: Ursa barrels into the leading ogre, 2 hits
chris107: to hit then.
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
6 (+8) = 14
17 (+8) = 25
DESTROYERBILL rolls 1d20+1 and gets: 6, (+1) = 7
Smon: still 2 hits
chris107 rolls 2d10+10 and gets: 1, 8, (+10) = 19
DESTROYERBILL Rolls 1d20+10x2 and gets:
5 (+10) = 15
11 (+10) = 21
Smon: Drakonok looses 2 arrows, then breathes up at the faces of the ogres.
DESTROYERBILL rolls 2d10+14 and gets: 8, 10, (+14) = 32
DESTROYERBILL rolls 3d6 and gets: 4, 5, 4, = 13
Smon: /roll d20-1
Smon rolls 1d20-1 and gets: 14, (-1) = 13
Smon: /roll d20-1
Smon rolls 1d20-1 and gets: 2, (-1) = 1
Smon: wounded 1 saved, other failed, 6 & 13 dmg
Smon: Rasgar attacks
Smon: /roll d20+9x3
Smon Rolls 1d20+9x3 and gets:
19 (+9) = 28
9 (+9) = 18
13 (+9) = 22
Smon: kills one
Smon: /roll 4d8+10
Smon rolls 4d8+10 and gets: 3, 7, 5, 5, (+10) = 30
Smon: The other staggers back, bleeding.
Smon: Namelin attacks:
Smon: /roll d20+7x2
Smon Rolls 1d20+7x2 and gets:
15 (+7) = 22
2 (+7) = 9
Smon: 1 hit
Smon: /roll d8+6
Smon rolls 1d8+6 and gets: 1, (+6) = 7
Smon: The badly wounded ogre swings an ironshod maul at Namelin.
Smon: /roll d20+6
Smon rolls 1d20+6 and gets: 15, (+6) = 21
Smon: hit
chris107: ouch
Smon: /roll 4d6+4
Smon rolls 4d6+4 and gets: 5, 6, 3, 2, (+4) = 20
Smon: Namelin staggers back...
Smon: r2 your go
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 5,
Smon: Drakonok's frost breath recharges (5-6, max 3/day)
chris107 Rolls 1d20+8x2 and gets:
16 (+8) = 24
15 (+8) = 23
Smon: 2 hits
chris107 rolls 2d10+10 and gets: 1, 9, (+10) = 20
Smon: Ursa smashes the ogre's face in, it drops.
Smon: You stand victorious on 4 dead ogres.
Smon: Namelin inspects his bruises.
chris107: "Hehe, nice little fight Drakonok!"
DESTROYERBILL: yep
Smon: Anna: "You're wounded brother. Here let me salve it with Keoghtom's Ointment..."
chris107: Search the ogres
Smon: These two had no bags.
Smon: /roll 8d6
Smon rolls 8d6 and gets: 1, 6, 6, 6, 1, 4, 2, 2, = 28
Smon: 28gp in coin.
chris107: Woth pockting.
DESTROYERBILL: yep
chris107: Just the one exit? The one where these two came through?
Smon: Bronze removes a shoulder guard and Anna rubs salve on his ouchy until he feels better
Smon: yup
chris107: Ursa presses ahaed
Smon: /roll d6
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 1,
chris107: (Feeling the XP bursting in his veins )
Smon: The door opens onto a north facing tunnel that runs about 40' then turns east. Ursa steps into the tunnel, feels something shift beneath his feet, feels a click...
Smon: 6 darts shoot at him from concealed holes on either side of the pressure plate.
Smon: /roll d20+10x6
Smon Rolls 1d20+10x6 and gets:
9 (+10) = 19
10 (+10) = 20
1 (+10) = 11
13 (+10) = 23
10 (+10) = 20
3 (+10) = 13
chris107: Drat!
Smon: 4 hit
Smon: /roll 4d6+20
Smon rolls 4d6+20 and gets: 3, 3, 2, 2, (+20) = 30
Smon: Ursa looks like a pincushion - 30 dmg
Smon: Rasgar laughs.
chris107: 52/82
chris107: "If it's so funny, you go first big man!"
chris107: Ursa runbs the sore wounds.
Smon: /roll d100
Smon rolls 1d100 and gets: 01,
Smon: Anna inspects her jar. "I have a little ointment left, friend Ursa?"
chris107: that's not going to be good...
Smon: Rasgar: "Sure thing, dwarf."
chris107: "Yes please Maam."
Smon: He moves in front while Anna salves Ursa's wounds a little.
Smon: /roll 2d8+2
Smon rolls 2d8+2 and gets: 7, 7, (+2) = 16
Smon: 16 hp back
chris107: 66/82
Smon: Anna: "All gone."
Smon: /roll 4d8+4
Smon rolls 4d8+4 and gets: 7, 5, 4, 5, (+4) = 25
chris107: "Thank you."
Smon: (Namelin is at full)
Smon: You head down the tunnel, Rasgar in front, Anna holding a lit torch.
chris107: Are we short resting?
chris107: Ursa follows on behind.
Smon: (no) After 40' the passage turns east, and there is a door in the west wall with crude writing on it - "DA BEAR, NO KILLIN"
chris107: "The Ogres said the bear was old and in poor health."
chris107: "But still dangerous."
Smon: To the east the passage runs as far as you can see, with exits or alcoves off to n after 10' & 50' and s after 30'.
chris107: Ursa sniffs at the door for the familiar scent of his tribe's totm aniaml.
Smon: There is a faint Ursine whiff.
chris107: Still no light but our own?
Smon: yup
chris107: "Mind if I look in on the bear?" Ursa asks his chums
Smon: Looking in the first alcove to the east you see it is 10x10 with a door in n wall.
Smon: Namelin: "Go ahead, we'll keep watch."
chris107: He bristles up as muchas he can, remembering stories told around the hearth fires of his now dead clan by their shaman.
DESTROYERBILL: brb
chris107: And pushes on the door.
Smon: GM: The door opens onto steps descending to the southern end of a large cavern, a broad ledge overlooking a pool to the north 10' lower down. There is a strong smell of bear.
chris107: "Brother bear? Brother bear? I have come to set you free."
Smon: The cave is about 30' e-w, the north side is out of sight (beyond 60' darkvision)
Smon: Ursa descends the steps, calling out
chris107: He hunts in his pack for meat.
Smon: There is a shuffling, then the bulky figure of a very old, scarred bear appears from the darkness.
chris107: "Brother bear?!2
chris107: Ursa is genuinely sad to see this creature.
Smon: It makes a rumbling sound, mouth open - missing a few teeth - it looks blind in left eye.
chris107: He throws whatever meat he has in it's direction.
Smon: It moves very slowly towards Ursa, crippled by arthritis.
Smon: Ursa throws dried ration meat in front of the bear.
chris107: "My you must have been a fine fellow in your youth."
Smon: It scoops it up happily, eats hungrily.
Smon: "brrm."
8:02pm 2017-6-01 genghisdon Has entered the room
chris107: "Let me take you back to the light, feel the sun on your oldface one more time?"
Smon: make a CHA+prof check w advtg Ursa
chris107: Hey Don
genghisdon: hey, sorry, lost track of time/date
chris107 Rolls 1d20+3x2 and gets:
9 (+3) = 12
11 (+3) = 14
Smon: At the top of the stairs, Gracyone looks down into the cavern, sees Ursa talking to an ancient bear.
genghisdon: huh
Smon: It seems to understand, and looks sadly at the steep steps behind Ursa.
genghisdon: she casts mage tax on herself, and slowly approaches
chris107: He shouts to his friends to help the poor beast out.
Smon: It can only hobble - it'll have a tough time getting upstairs.
genghisdon: "uh, what can I do for you, me bear?"
chris107: Ursa will push and puul, trying not to hurt the beast.
Smon: Namelin & Rasgar join Gracyone looking down.
genghisdon: do i see injuries?
Smon: Ursa make Athletics check.
Smon: /roll d6
chris107: "We have to get this wonderful old fellow back outside."
Smon rolls 1d6 and gets: 2,
chris107: Ursa is almost in tears.
Smon: It has many old scars and seems blind in its left eye, no fresh wounds.
chris107: strength of the bear gives adv?
Smon: yup
chris107 Rolls 1d20+3x2 and gets:
19 (+3) = 22
11 (+3) = 14
Smon: Ursa sets against the bear's rump and heaves manfully, getting it over the first step.
chris107: "I'll give my life to hunt your dragon, aye and keep you all safe. But help me get this fellow out to the sunshine for one last time?" He pleads.
Smon: Slowly he helps it up the stairs, it seems to be getting more confident.
Smon: Namelin & Rasgar move to assist.
genghisdon: ok, well a haste spell will double his progress, if not make it much easier, but old age & injury makes endurance the issue, so it ought help considerably
*genghisdon casts haste on the old bear*
genghisdon: and then Gracyone backs up, ought of the way
genghisdon: out
Smon: Several minutes later the bear reaches the top of the steps - just 7 dungeon levels to ascend now...
chris107: Ursa will die trying if he must.
Smon: Gracyone Hastes the bear, and you head back for the spiral stairs.
Smon: To cut a long story short...
Smon: 9pm that evening
genghisdon: I've got an idea, you can drink this potions & turn to mist, then float out!
chris107: His big, brave heart is bursting seeing the poor bear in such straights.
genghisdon: haste doesn't last long enough to make that long a journey
Smon: Several hours later you emerge from level 1 of Dyson's Delve with your old bear beneath the starry night
Smon: Yup lasted 1 minute
genghisdon: did gaseous form help?
chris107: "Thank you my friends. I shall not forget your help in this."
Smon: Yes it floated up some steps
genghisdon: probablt lame & lasts a minute or the like too in 5e, but i try
chris107: "Brother bear. Live out your last as you were meant to. Live free!"
chris107: (Ursa is a big softy at heart and like me loves animals )
Smon: The bear looks around curiously with its remaining eye, feeling the night breeze on its face, then shuffles into the long grass, rooting in the soft dirt.
Smon: Anna Bronze wipes a tear from her eye. "Oh, Ursa!"
chris107: He wipes away a tear.
Smon: A sweaty Rasgar sighs, picking bear fur from his cuirass.
chris107: "Now let's go kill the bastards who did that!"
DESTROYERBILL: yeah
Smon: Namelin: "Well, pushing an arthritic bear up through Dyson's Delve was not what I had in mind..."
genghisdon: ('tis your totem animal too)
Smon: DC 15 CON saves everyone
Smon: CON+prof
genghisdon: "did that? some kind of ageing spell?"
DESTROYERBILL rolls 1d20 and gets: 7,
chris107: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISWOrI0WaLs
genghisdon rolls 1d20+5 and gets: 9, (+5) = 14
chris107 rolls 1d20+8 and gets: 1, (+8) = 9
genghisdon: failed by 1
genghisdon: we rest, i take it
chris107: faied by loads!
Smon: Drakonok & Gracyone Exhausted, disad all stat checks (not saves & attacks)
genghisdon: video is blocked in canada, corporate bullshit
Smon: Ursa crit failed so 2 levels of exhaustion, he can barely walk.
genghisdon: eh, we can camp up here, head in in the morning
genghisdon: defintely rest here then!
chris107: That sounds good.
Smon: yeah - but like I said earlier, need to stop now.
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