There's a rush of comments and commands between the dark elves. On the bridge two of the four drow ready crossbows and fire at Tyrrol. Two prepare their rapiers.
.... damage
.... damage
Tyrrol, Lothan and Lecian.
Tyrrol pounds across the bridge, smacking out at the closest Elf as he does so.
The first drow braces himself and thrusts as Tyrrol closes. Once again the narrowness of the bridge plays to Tyrrol's advantage, and only one drow can attack him at the moment.
Rapier ... damage
Tyrrol's mace slams into the elf's chest and expels the breath from him. He tumbles into the translucent green water below the bridge.
The next drow drives his rapier forward.
Rapier ... damage
Lothan moves toward the bridge and up the ladder so as to gain clearer shots on the dark elves.
Mordecai trails Tyrrol and works his dark magic.
Lothan dashes to the ladder and climbs to the deck of the bridge.
Lecian moves to L-10. If this takes him out of the silent area, he'll cast Dispel Magic on the waterfall elf. Otherwise, he'll cast Silent True Strike.
Dispel:
Lecian moves back down the beach the way he came.
Lecian, done.
The fighter left on the main platform draws a bead on Lecian and fires another quarrel.
.... damage
Edit:
crit confirm .... damage
The caster pushes off the large central pillar and arrows across to the next pillar (I5). She shakes a flail of her own free as she flies and when she grounds against the pillar above Tyrrol she swings the heavy weapon at his.
Disarm CMB
She hisses with displeasure when he retains control of his flail.
That brings us to a new round.
Round 7: Order and starting position
Mordecai K4
Drow H5 F4 G4
Tyrrol I4
Lothan M9
Lecian M7
Drow Caster H4 high half cover from Lothan
Drow Commander I7 covered from Lothan
The drow caster hisses with rage as her flail is pulled from her grasp.
Mordecai feels the darkness tearing from his body like a river of ice, and feels suspended, as if trembling on the precipice of a great hungry void, pulling the lives of his foes past him to be devoured by oblivion. The sensation causes him to laugh involuntarily as he continues to channel the power of the Pallid Princess.
"Death is my gift to you all!" he cries out, as the negative energy continues to wash over the room, swirling past his allies like a river around stones, to only draw vitality from their elven foes.
Splotches of blood spontaneously erupt from the skin of three drow soldiers. They falter, but two carry on their desperate combat with Tyrrol.
Rapier ... damage
Rapier ... damage
The third spans his crossbow and unloads on Mordecai.
Hand Xbow ... damage
The quarrel glances off Tyrrol's flail and lands harmlessly in the water.
Oooo. Crit confirm on Tyrrol Rapier ... damage
"Mae hynny'n brifo ychydig, ond yr wyf yn gwybod nad nawr yw'r fy amser! Gallwch, fodd bynnag, yn cael ei anfon yn syth at y Boneyard!"
Tyrrol stoically accepts the hits from the Elves, then attempts to crush one of the remaining 'grunts'.
Ho hum. One more dead drow.
LOthan and Lecian
Lothan fires at what's left of the drow.
Cover in the form of either a chest or Mordecai and Tyrrol, robs Lothan of a successful shot.
Lecian.
Lecian fires a ray of fire at the caster.
Attack:
Damage:
Lecian's ray blindsides the caster and she twists with pain.
The drow woman drifts higher toward the ceiling and holds forth a flat black stone engraved with a eldritch blue rune. The bridge column beside Mordecai splinters in a burst of jagged wood. The bridge deck groans, sags and collapses, threatening to dump Tyrrol and Mordecai into the water.
Tyrrol has the grace to look mildly surprised as the bridge collapses under him.
As he falls, he manages a single shrug, before disappearing beneath the surface of the water, flail still held tightly in his hands.
"Oh hells," Mordecai says under his breath as the sodden wood gives way beneath him and he plunges shoulder-deep in the brackish water, with only a fortunate last minute death-grip on the edge of the pier saving him from dropping entirely below the surface.
Initiative
Ref
The drow nearest Tyrrol balances at the edge of the collapsed bridge, waving his arms in circles to keep from following Tyrrol into the drink.
The deck pitches steeply, but Mordecai hangs on. The planks of the collapsed section are now more like ladder rungs.
Tyrrol plunges into brackish water which stings his eyes and nose. He seems to plunge down forever, but eventually he scrapes along a rocky wall and stops on a gravelly floor. Looking around he can make out a rocky wall that rises back to the surface and a number of pillars that support the bridge. The pillar south of him is barely taller than he and ends in a series of jagged splinters. The light dims and he looks up to see the silhouetted smooth sleek tail of a big fish slash past. Planks litter the surface of the water above.
Mordecai watches in horror as a black dorsal fin cuts toward him through the water. A huge tooth filled mouth opens and snaps shut on a drifting timber, obliterating it. Then the fish glides past into the larger pool beyond and begins to turn.
Mordecai attempts to remain calm and pull himself up out of the water.
What possesses these northern savages to live so close to the cold stinking treacherous sea? Give me warm sun and clean sand, any day!
As another wave of dark energy pours from him and the sound of unseen carrion flies grows around him, Mordecai growls, "I serve the Eternal Hunger. I will *not* be eaten!"
Moving swiftly, Tyrrol climbs hand-over-hand, breaching the surface on the Drow side of the channel.
Mordecai's miasma floods the air, choking life and vigor from the drow.
By way of reply the two drow fighters respan their crossbows and unleash bolts at him while screaming in their murky tongue.
Hand X-bow .. damage
Hand X-bow .. damage
Tyrrol breaks the surface, but doesn't clear the water.
Hoping to be able to bring down the other two, Lothan takes aim and fires.
Lothan's first arrow breaks the breastbone of te elf flailing for his balnce. He falls, strikes the collapsed decking and slides into the water. The second elf is luckier. Lothan's arrow flies wide.
Lecian targets the caster again, this time with a Slow spell (DC 20), then moves back around the pool to M-4.
Spell resistance:
Save
Lecian's magically enhanced sight shows his spell engulf the caster and then repulsed.
The drow speak angrily and then ...
The drow commander dashes two steps from behind the chest to the pillar of stone and scurries with supernatural surety around the pillar and kicks at Mordecai's head as drops on the bridge next to him. Once on her feet her hands drive at his shoulders pushing toward the edge of te platform.
The fish, a long black torpedo of menace swirls and speeds south toward Tyrrol. Black eyes set in the large white patches on either side of its head stare steadily and its jaws open.
...
The drow caster kicks off to the southern wall of the cave so that she hangs 5' above the bridge near Tyrrol. A few words from her and he is suddenly convinced that if he threw his flail at her he could kill her in one blow.
Tyrrol ignores the large shark-like creature, and glares at the Elf.
"Peidiwch byth."
Abort the bull rush on Mordecai. I looked at the map and counted squares and she can't quite get there and bull rush. Only one AoO for him as she climbs down onto the bridge.
Round 8: Order and starting position, Map
Mordecai I4
Drow F4
Tyrrol F3 (water)
Lothan L4 (I moved Lothan forward 5' so that Lecian could get on the bridge. If you don't want Lecian on the bridge tell me and you can stay in M4. )
Lecian M4
Drow Caster F4 aerial
Drow Commander J4
All remaining drow are targetable by Lothan and Lecian. The drow guard will have cover from the commander-Mordy melee.
Tyrrol kicks away the killer whale and drags himself onto a knee-deep ledge. Looking around in the gloom under the bridge he sees few options. Shinny up one of the piles to the bridge deck, or go under the bridge to the western end where there is a ladder to the bridge deck.
T
Mordecai draws one last time upon the fleeting traces of the Pallid Princess' alien hunger, as he pulls his Morningstar from his belt.
Beset by Mordecai's malevolent power, the drow guard folds gasping to the bridge deck.
Undaunted, Tyrrol shimmies up one of the piles to the bridge deck, before glaring at the flying caster.
"Rwy'n edrych ymlaen at anfon eich enaid i'r Boneyard."
Lothan continues his relentless assault on the drow.
Lecian remains intent on weakening the woman, attempting to remove any enhancement she has.
Dispel Magic:
...
Lecian sees one of the transmutation auras on the drow caster wink out, but she stays aloft.
Lothan launches a deadly arrow toward the flying drow. It transfixes her chest and she cries in pain and rage, and begins windmilling to face the archer. The second arrow opens her throat and she falls heavily onto the bridge deck beside Tyrrol as he levers himself onto it.
The drow commander smiles at Mordecai as she drops her shoulders and hips , then drives him upward and back toward the edge of the bridge.
She twists away from the falling cleric and dashes across the bridge at Lothan, drawing a glowing shortsword as she runs.
The orca streams through the bridge debris, strikes the body of one of the fallen drow guards and circles.
*****
Round 8: Order and starting position
Mordecai I3 and wet (unless his AoO is impossibly amazing)
Tyrrol G4
Lothan L4
Lecian M4
Drow Caster G4 (I know she in the same square as Tyrrol, but she's got to fall somewhere. )
Drow Commander K4
Mordecai does his best to remain calm and get out of the water as quickly as possible. If he's not in a good position to do so, he tries to push one of the dark elven corpses in the direction of whatever is lurking in these waters, in hopes that it is motivated to take a bite of that easy meal, instead.
He then attempts to swim to the shore of the island, or, if there's a convenient dark elven corpse, shove it between him and the hungry fishie. (Given his swim check above, he probably fails to get very far...)
Tyrrol regards the bleeding Elf impassively, then shrugs.
Taking a running jump, Tyrrol leaps over the gap, and charges in, swinging at the only remaining Elf!
"Mae'n eich amser i farw. Peidiwch â wrthsefyll y anochel!"
Mordecai's morning star gets caught between him and the drow as he tries to raise it, and then he falls backward into the water. He trashes there, just barely keeping his head above the surface.
Tyrrol jumps the gap and charges back across the bridge. His pounding feet alert the drow fighter and she spins to face him just as his flail begins its descent. It's just enough time for her to drop her head and the flail crashes into her shoulder instead.
Unfazed by the drow being able to strike him, Lothan pulls out more arrows and fires away.
The drow woman takes advantage of Lothan's momentary vulnerability while he nocks and draws to stab at him with her shortsword.
... damage
In the instant before the blade strikes he clearly sees a yellowish gummy substance on the blade.