Now that Tibideau and Drosil are in the room, they can see that a skinless monstrosity stands on the platform above them and to the right. A small-sized humanoid also balances on one of the vats, but he is shrouded in an aura of darkness making his features hard to make out.
There also appear to be several more mongrelmen cowering in the corner of the basement level.
The skinless man grabs a glass vial from his waist and flings it at Drosil. The rogue ducks, and the vial impacts near Janos's feet. It explodes in a massive burst of magical acid, splashing all over Janos and Drosil.
The shadow-shrouded humanoid figure flings another axe, this time aiming for Drosil. The fetchling dodges it.
The two mongrelmen balancing on the rim of the vat swing their clubs at Drosil as well. The miss parade continues.
Tibideau inspects the gruesome skinless creature, scratching his invisible head as he tries to remember the most recent edition of Otherworldly.
A thought pops into his head. His eyes bug out as his head whips back toward Vorkstag's direction. "OH S***! Vorkstag is a skin walker! Be careful, he's sneaky like Drosil and he'll steal your flesh! Utterly distasteful!" he warns the rest of the group.
The witch continues his flight to the far corner of the room, hoping to stay out of range of any acid bombs if he emerges from invisibility.
He shakes his head in consternation at the bubble of darkness permeating the center of the room. We'll have to deal with that. He brims with excitement at having a chance to try out one of his latest magical acquisitions. He rubs his hands together vigorously until friction renders them quite hot. He then holds out his hands and sends moving images of little giggling fairies toward the darkness. The wee tricksters encircle the darkened area, working feverishly to remove the shadows. "WERQ!" Tibideau shouts encouragingly, snapping his fingers in a "Z" shape in the air. The darkness around Grine fades, revealing him to be some kind of pale scarred humanoid.
Drosil flips past the mongrelman to his left, landing on the rim of the vat like a professional gymnast, then plants one of his daggers in the back of his surprised foe, who then dies.
Janos grimaces as some of the acid splashes on him. Janos uses his longer reach and cuts down the other mongrelman on the vats and then he sees the precarious vats and planks. Knowing his size will be a hindrance to his balance, he leaps down to the lower level, falling to the floor as he lands.
Anton watches as the over-sized Janos cuts down the mongrelman in front of him and then, incredibly, leaps from the platform edge with a snarl.
The archer seizes his opportunity and strides into the room, the air so pungent with alchemical vapours that he almost gags immediately. But the sight of Grine draws his attention immediately as Tibideau dispels his shadowy concealment. "We could have done this peacefully Grine! But now... dead or alive, you are coming with us!" Anton fires on the little man, who ducks under his shot.
Still invisible, but not for long, B'yelka moves into the room. Cautiously, she steps onto the edge of one of the vats, her eyes tearing up from the harsh chemical odor coming up towards her. The diva's scourge reaches out towards the formerly shrouded man-thing perched on the edge of an adjacent vat. Dump him into the goop behind him... All the while her voice keeps the running melody of Helmut moving. He falls flat, but manages to stay on the rim of the vat.
Dantrian hurries forward onto the platform in front of the first large cauldron. With all immediately reachable foes down, he begins descending the ladder at the platform's edge.
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Vorkstag throws another bomb, this time at the newly visible diva. It hits her right in the face, melting away some of her beauty with a tremendous flash of pain! She topples into the vat of acid with a whimper. The splash from the explosion sizzles across small parts of Drosil and Dantrian's flesh as well.
Grine hops nimbly to his feet, and whips his last throwing axe at the enlarged prone form of Janos on the floor below. The axe lodges itself in the ranger's thigh, which immediately begins throbbing and burning.
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and a DC 15 Fort save against poison or take
Drosil walks nimbly across the planks connecting the vats, making his way to Vorkstag. He stabs at the man with a dagger.
The stinky fumes waft up into Tibideau's nostrils and he holds back some vomit. "That's really disgusting!" he comments to no one in particular. Finding himself unable to do much of anything, he just sighs, clutching his poor beleaguered stomach.
Level 0: Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Stabilize
Level 1: Cure Light Wounds x2, Enlarge Person x1, Infernal Healing
Level 2: Glitterdust, Lipstitch, Web
Level 3: Bestow Curse, Summon Monster III
HP 44/44
AC 18
Effects:
Nauseated for one round
Ongoing buffs:
Mage Armor, 7 hours minus four rounds remaining
Invisibility, 5 minutes and 30 seconds remaining
Flight Hex, one minute minus two rounds remaining
A couple of things you said that this room was dim light, correct? That's a 20% chance to miss (50% vs. Drosil) unless you have darkvision, correct? Also, what's required for B'yelka to get out of the vat? Does she need help, or can she get out on her own?
Assuming B'yelka can get out on her own...
Drosil walks nimbly across the planks connecting the vats, making his way to Vorkstag. He stabs at the man with a dagger.
Anton readjusts his aim to take account of the hazy air rising from the vats and once more lines up a shot on Grine.
Anton readjusts his aim to take account of the hazy air rising from the vats and once more lines up a shot on Grine.
Hearing B'yelka splash down into the vat above him, Dantrian reverses his direction suddenly and darts back up to the platform. With no hesitation, he reaches for B'yelka, plunging his arm into the acid and hauls her from the caustic liquid.
HP: 63/52 (2 nonlethal)
AC: 24 (15 T / 23 FF) + 20% miss chance
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +6/+6/+4
Spontaneous Healing used: 0/35hp
Hero Points used: 3/7
Prepared Mutagen: Strength (darkvision, scent) [ ]
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (3+1): cure light wounds [ ], shield [X], open [ ] [ ] [ ]
Prepared 2nd Level Extracts (3+1): ablative barrier [X], barkskin [X], false life [X], open [ ]
Prepared 3rd Level Extracts (1+1): thorn body [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
ablative barrier (7 hours): 2/35 damage converted
barkskin (70 minutes): +3 Nat armor
false life (7 hours)
shield (7 minutes): 1/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
blur (7 minutes): 3/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
inspire courage: +2/+2
Janos lands awkwardly on his ankle and the increased weight of his body causes him to crumple on the sprain. He slams to the floor, dropping his sword. To add insult to injury, the vapors begin to choke the half-elf. It's all he can do to regain his feet amid his coughing.
Tibideau observes the drama unfolding below, feeling great distress that his best gal is in danger. He watches Dantrian leap up the ladder to save her, and the witch feels inspired. He sighs theatrically. How heroic! She's lucky it's not me over there or I'd end up dropping her RIGHT back in!
B'yelka struggles against the pain of being immersed acid. Don't swallow it, dear girl! she can hear Madame Renaud bark at her from the wings. How is there a current in this tiny space? Suddenly she realizes there is no current, only an iron clawed grip on her shoulder: Dantrian is pulling her bodily out of the acid! escapes her as she is pulled out of the acid. That is twice the beast has saved me...
To-hit: BAB 7, Dex 3, +1 enhancement, +3 charisma (smite), -2 deadly aim, +1 PBS, +2 competence (IC) = +15 to-hit. I would prefer you note it as , listing each bonus other than your base to-hit of 11 seperately.
Damage:+1 PBS, +7 smite, +1 enhancement, +2 str, +4 deadly aim, +2 competence (IC)= +17 damage. Same for damage please
[dice=Fort save]1d20+9
[dice=Magic longbow, DA, smite, inspire]1d20+14+2
[dice=Damage]1d8+16+2Anton readjusts his aim to take account of the hazy air rising from the vats and once more lines up a shot on Grine.
Vorkstag throws another bomb, this time at the newly visible diva. It hits her right in the face, melting away some of her beauty with a tremendous flash of pain! She topples into the vat of acid with a whimper. The splash from the explosion sizzles across small parts of Drosil and Dantrian's flesh as well.
Grine hops nimbly to his feet, and whips his last throwing axe at the enlarged prone form of Janos on the floor below. The axe barely misses him.
Drosil walks nimbly across the planks connecting the vats, making his way to Grine. He stabs at the dark creeper with a dagger. Grine winces as the long thin blade pierces his flesh.
The stinky fumes waft up into Tibideau's nostrils and he holds back some vomit. "That's really disgusting!" he comments to no one in particular. Finding himself unable to do much of anything, he just sighs, clutching his poor beleaguered stomach.
Anton readjusts his aim to take account of the hazy air rising from the vats and once more lines up a shot on Grine. This time his aim is pristine and the blessed arrow pierces the dark folk's chest.
Hearing B'yelka splash down into the vat above him, Dantrian reverses his direction suddenly and darts back up to the platform. With no hesitation, he reaches for B'yelka, plunging his arm into the acid and hauls her from the caustic liquid.
B'yelka struggles against the pain of being immersed acid. Don't swallow it, dear girl! she can hear Madame Renaud bark at her from the wings. How is there a current in this tiny space? Suddenly she realizes there is no current, only an iron clawed grip on her shoulder: Dantrian is pulling her bodily out of the acid! Gasp! escapes her as she is pulled out of the acid. That is twice the beast has saved me...
Tibideau observes the drama unfolding below, feeling great distress that his best gal is in danger. He watches Dantrian leap up the ladder to save her, and the witch feels inspired. He sighs theatrically. How heroic! She's lucky it's not me over there or I'd end up dropping her RIGHT back in!
Janos landed awkwardly on his ankle and the increased weight of his enlarged body caused him to crumple on the sprain. He slammed to the floor, dropping his sword. To add insult to injury, the vapors begin to choke the half-elf. It's all he can do to regain his feet amid his coughing.
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Vorkstag laughs as he sees the Diva's beauty destroyed. He hisses when he sees how accurate and damaging Anton's arrow was. The skin stealer throws another bomb, this time aiming for the paladin. It hits Anton directly, coating him in caustic acid, which also splashes all over Dantrian and B'Yelka. The diva totters, nearly slipping back off the narrow rim of the vat! But, she manages to steady herself at the last moment.
Grine grabs a holy symbol of Norgorber, and grinning bloodily speaks a curse in some unknown tongue. A burst of negative energy washes out from him to hit the all of the Ravengro Six, and Vorkstag. B'yelka now more steady on her feet manages to maintain her balance again . Grine then tumbles back away from Drosil, just as nimbly as the fetchling, he climbs up the ladder from the vats onto the platform with Vorkstag.
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Fail
Fail
Drosil shrugs off Grine's negative energy channel and looks for a way onto the platform.
Seeing Grine climbing the ladder, Anton fires twice, hoping to resolve the situation quickly so that he can help B'yelka.
B'yelka is somewhere between terrified and furious at the turn of events. Her flesh is raw and beginning to swell all over, and her face burns. Her voice is a whimper as she leans on Dantrian, Thank you.... She works her way around Dantrian and Anton to the clear air outside.
Janos manages to regain his breath from the vapors and he grabs his sword from the ground. The Ranger weaves his way through the vats until he spots the mongrelmen. He points his sword at them and says, "Is there any other way out of this room?" he spots both chymists up above out of the corner of his eye.
Tibideau shakes off the nausea and zips toward the center of the room. Utterly delighted to FINALLY put his abilities to good use, he sings a macabre lullaby, staring menacingly into Vorkstag's eyes.
Level 0: Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Stabilize
Level 1: Cure Light Wounds x2, Enlarge Person x1, Infernal Healing
Level 2: Glitterdust, Lipstitch, Web
Level 3: Bestow Curse, Summon Monster III
HP 44/44
AC 18
Ongoing buffs:
Mage Armor, 7 hours minus five rounds remaining
Flight Hex, one minute minus three rounds remaining
Dantrian glances from B'yelka to Anton, "She will survive. You will save her and the rest of us further harm if you continue to put that bow of yours to excellent use." He then turns to face the pair of foes harrying them from on high. He shakes his head in disapproval toward them before quickly descending the ladder once more.
HP: 62/52 (8 nonlethal)
AC: 24 (15 T / 23 FF) + 20% miss chance
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +6/+6/+4
Spontaneous Healing used: 0/35hp
Hero Points used: 3/7
Prepared Mutagen: Strength (darkvision, scent) [ ]
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (3+1): cure light wounds [ ], shield [X], open [ ] [ ] [ ]
Prepared 2nd Level Extracts (3+1): ablative barrier [X], barkskin [X], false life [X], open [ ]
Prepared 3rd Level Extracts (1+1): thorn body [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
ablative barrier (7 hours): 8/35 damage converted
barkskin (70 minutes): +3 Nat armor
false life (7 hours)
shield (7 minutes): 3/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
blur (7 minutes): 5/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
inspire courage: +2/+2
Vorkstag laughs as he sees the Diva's beauty destroyed. He hisses when he sees how accurate and damaging Anton's arrow was. The skin stealer throws another bomb, this time aiming for the paladin. It hits Anton directly, coating him in caustic acid, which also splashes all over Dantrian and B'Yelka. The diva totters, nearly slipping back off the narrow rim of the vat! But, she manages to steady herself at the last moment.
Grine grabs a holy symbol of Norgorber, and grinning bloodily speaks a curse in some unknown tongue. A burst of negative energy washes out from him to hit the all of the Ravengro Six, and Vorkstag. B'yelka now more steady on her feet manages to maintain her balance again. Grine then tumbles back away from Drosil, just as nimbly as the fetchling, he climbs up the ladder from the vats onto the platform with Vorkstag.
Drosil shrugs off Grine's negative energy channel and looks for a way onto the platform. He follows the little dark creeper, hot on Grine's heels as they race up the ladder to the upper platform.
Then one of Anton's arrows explodes Grine's head, and his body falls off the ladder onto Drosil below him. The nimble rogue flips around to the other side of the ladder just in time to dodge the falling corpse, which tumbles into the vat of bleach below him. Anton's second arrow is rapidly re-aimed at Vorkstag, but Dantrian being in the way messes up his aim and he misses the skin-stealer alchemist.
B'yelka is somewhere between terrified and furious at the turn of events. Her flesh is raw and beginning to swell all over, and her face burns. Her voice is a whimper as she leans on Dantrian, "Thank you...." She works her way around Dantrian and Anton to the clear air outside.
Janos manages to regain his breath from the vapors and he grabs his sword from the ground. The Ranger weaves his way through the vats until he spots the mongrelmen. He points his sword at them and says, "Is there any other way out of this room?" he spots both chymists up above out of the corner of his eye. Four of the terrfied creatures all point to four of the different doors leading out of the production room. Three of the exits are on the upper level, but there is another directly below where Vorkstag stands on the basement level.
Tibideau shakes off the nausea and zips toward the center of the room. Utterly delighted to FINALLY put his abilities to good use, he sings a macabre lullaby, staring menacingly into Vorkstag's eyes. The skin-stealer stares right back and grins.
Dantrian glances from B'yelka to Anton, "She will survive. You will save her and the rest of us further harm if you continue to put that bow of yours to excellent use." He then turns to face the pair of foes harrying them from on high. He shakes his head in disapproval toward them before quickly descending the ladder once more.
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Vorkstag draws a potion and drinks it, disappearing from view.
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Pass
Drosil finishes climbing the ladder and rushes to the nearest door, closing it.
Janos looks mongrelmen and glares. "Stay here and don't try anything. We'll release you later." The vapors give him a fit of coughing again, making him sick to his stomach. He barely is able to sheathe his sword.
"Tibi, can you make me smaller again?"
B'yelka having recovered herself knows that it's the way your end the show that will be remembered. The Diva steps back out onto the platform and begins a stream of curses and epitaphs aimed at the villains, "You are less than a moth ridden fungus infested codpiece worn by a flea infested ogre!" She pushes part of anger into the words and releases it.
Dantrian, unaware of Vorkstag's vanishing, hurries onward and begins to follow Drosil up the ladder.
HP: 62/52 (8 nonlethal)
AC: 24 (15 T / 23 FF) + 20% miss chance
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +6/+6/+4
Spontaneous Healing used: 0/35hp
Hero Points used: 3/7
Prepared Mutagen: Strength (darkvision, scent) [ ]
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (3+1): cure light wounds [ ], shield [X], open [ ] [ ] [ ]
Prepared 2nd Level Extracts (3+1): ablative barrier [X], barkskin [X], false life [X], open [ ]
Prepared 3rd Level Extracts (1+1): thorn body [ ] [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
ablative barrier (7 hours): 8/35 damage converted
barkskin (70 minutes): +3 Nat armor
false life (7 hours)
shield (7 minutes): 4/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
blur (7 minutes): 6/10 rounds; 1/7 minutes
"Tibi, can you make me smaller again?"
Tibideau shrugs his shoulders listlessly at Janos's request, clutching his stomach again as more waves of nausea wash over him. "Sorry, bud," he replies meekly.
Janos is reaching for his bow, but finds no sign of Vorkstag anymore. He coughs as the vapors continue to choke him, but without the pace of combat, it's a little easier to breathe. He looks at the mogrelmen. "Where do those doors lead? Where would Vorkstag go?!"
As the battle lulls, B'yelka steps back outside of the vapors and quietly whistles a tune to sooth her seriously burned skin.
The mongrelmen don't really know how to answer Janos, and just stammer in terror. "We just work here! We don't know anything we don't need to know. Please, let us go. Them force us to stay here and work all the time."
Dantrian finishes his assent of the ladder and looks around briefly before turning to Drosil, "What happened? Where is Vorkstag?"