Well, I am feeling good about myself now. Looks like one of my listeners wants to help me fill your heads with randomness. So, The Robomessiah sent me another dnd script for you to guess. He decided to be harder on you then me and he switched the names. I am seriously thinking this might have to be a weekly or bi-weekly thing here. I will probably have to vary it up a lot, too many posts with nothing but die rolls would even make me not want to read the page anymore. Anyways, here we go:
DM: Ok, all four of your walk thru the village towards the livery where you heard the bandits are re-supplying. They see you coming and look up, spreading out around a well in the middle of the open area in front of the stables.
Wenderius: OK, we spread out in a similar fashion.
Vortan: I spread out and say, “We’re here to take you into justice. Put down your weapons!”
Murg: I spread out.
Darbin: I’m gonna flank a little to the left.
DM: They all look really spooked and put their hands on their respective weapons. 1 has a sword, another large mace, two have bows, another seems unarmed, and the other looks like a caster to you.
Vortan: Oh crap… we’re gonna have a fight on our hands. I yell out, “We can do this peacefully, or spill blood!”
DM: One of the archers and the swordsman drop back behind a gate, in towards the stable pens. The others looks REALLY edgy…
Darbin: I’m gonna stare one down. Intimidate check?
DM: Yeah, minus 5 cause you’re not saying anything.
Darbin: 22
DM: Oh yeah… he’s shaken! They draw weapons and charge! Init!
Wenderius: Hell yes, 21
Vortan: 13
Murg: 16
Darbin: 15
Vortan: Man, I always go last…
DM: Actually no… you all go first!
Wenderius: Fuck yeah! I cast Lightning Bolt on an archer guy. (rolls damage)
DM: OK, he fails his reflex save. He’s down hard, but still in the fight.
Murg: I pull an arrow and fire at the caster. Fire burst arrows. 23 hit?
DM: He’s a CASTER. Of course it hits.
Murg: 14 damage.
DM: Ok, he drops back in pain against the stable wall. Next?
Darbin: Feinting the guy in front of me. 25 hit?
DM: He’s behind his horse though, taking cover. 40% Miss chance.
Darbin: OK, I passed that. Oh mama… 30 damage
DM: Yeah… he’s toast. He pretty much explodes in a bloody mist and flies back into the stable wall, leaving a red streak as he slides down. But your weapon gets stuck in his chest!
Darbin: Oh well, I dual wield!
Vortan: I’ll Melf’s Acid Arrow the Caster. Ahh hell… I know a 10 won’t hit. *throws 20sided die across the room*
DM: Ok, the unarmed guy runs towards you, hands up begging for his life. Being that you were SUPPOSED to not kill them, you let him out of the fight.
Wenderius: Ahh hell… I wanted to kill him.
Murg: Tell him to get the hell out of the way!!
DM: Ok, the caster climbs to a knee and fires a lightning bolt at… YOU Vortan.
Vortan: Crap… DC?
DM: 18
Vortan: Fail. Horribly…
DM: Well crappy damage, only 16.
Vortan: Phew. That fucked me up good.
Darbin: Haha… stupid bards.
DM: Wenderius, the guy you hit gets up and fires at… M!
Murg: Weak!
DM: Ooh… crit with a bow!
Murg: Damn, I’m way down on HP guys.
DM: W, you’re up.
Wenderius: I Magic Missle the dude that just shot M! 11 damage.
DM: Ok, 7 damage kills him, he was barely alive.
DM: OK, the guy that didn’t have a weapon, yeah, well now he does! And he’s launching a nice hail of arrows at you from behind and inside a building across the road. Hmm, thankfully he sucks and they all miss!
Murg: Arrows into the building.
DM: 90% Miss Chance. He’s behind a LOT of cover.
Murg: Well, this’ll keep his head down. Miss, miss, miss, miss. Oh well.
DM: Ok Darbin, just the caster left, and he gets up and looks like he has a nasty touch attack, he charges you.
Darbin: Well I have HOLD THE LINE, so I get to attack. Offhand, ooh, 18 hit? 8 damage.
DM: Yeah. And that’s enough to take him down. Vortan, you see the guy that snuck off into the building high-tailing it out the back, but you’re in no position to chase him.
Wenderius: Well, guess we did pretty well. Let’s clean up and heal wounded.
DM: Alright, encounter over.
Darbin: I’m gonna get my sword outta that guys chest and go get drunk.
I almost cried when Vortan threw the die...We miss you Tom, move closer so you can play DnD with us again. :)
