Fort Save:
Mus'ad's thoughts begin to scramble and he begins to lose focus...
Pherenike's strike is easily dodged by the new foe.
Ahkenaten calmly reports what he knows of the latest participant. It is a Doru Div. Outsider. Resistant to acid and electricity. Immune to fire and poison. Resistant to magic and only cold iron or blessed weapons strike true against it.
Mus'ad seeks to return the div's favor by mashing it's face...
Hammer: for
Kheled stands very still...
Myron moves around the scuffle to stand next to Pherenike.
He produces a small vial from his satchel. "Here! This oil will bless one of your weapons, so you can harm it. Mus'ad and I can try and grab it and hold it still while you pummel it."
Mus'ad's strike also misses the agile foe as Myron moves over and offers Pherenike his vial.
With the Vargouille fleeing, Elrisiel and Kheled feel their limbs slacken and return to their control.
Elrisiel shakes her head as the stiffness in her limbs lessens. "Ugh," she mutters. Noticing the newest flying head, she exclaims, "Why are we here again?!" Lacking a better idea, she flails at the flying head with her staff.
He shoots his crossbow at the thing.
Finally! he mutters.
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"Your weapons won't harm it. Help by distracting it or covering the fighters.
"Your weapons will do little to harm a thing of such evil... Coat Pherenike's weapon. Mus'ad, try to make an opening for her. Courage now, I am sure this ordeal is almost over..."
"Your weapons won't harm it. Help by distracting it or covering the fighters.
I suppose he did tell me that...in all the commotion of the battle I just forgot. It did feel satisfying to finally hit it with something...even if I did little to it.
Elrisiel's lack of skill with her staff is readily apparent as her swing is quite wide of the mark.
Similarly, Kheled's bolt sails past the elusive flyer.
The Professor begins to reassure and inspire the group...
The Div shifts over to beside Kheled before turning its attention to the vial being offered to Pherenike... and the one holding it. With magically laced words it offers up a suggested course of action in a raspy voice, Poor the contents of the vial you are holding, and any others you may be carrying, upon the ground!
Despite his best efforts to resist, the magic suggestion takes hold of Myrons mind.
NO! he cries out in horror, even as his fingers move on their own to unstopper the vial and upend it.
AoO Hammer: for
With both hands engaged - one with a shield and the other with a hammer, Mus'ad is rightfully nonplussed at Pherenike's suggestion. Chewing cud as the pahmet considers the statement, he settles for attempting to knock the vial out of Myron's hands - rather than see himself disarmed...
Disarm:
Mus'ad's opportunistic strike is for naught.
Pherenike moves around behind the Div while admonishing Myron. Her anger does not help her land her blow upon the shifty menace. It cackles with glee at her frustration. You are a feisty one! I shall savour the time we spend together in the coming days! it jeers in its grating voice.
After some contemplation, Mus'ad attempts to knock the vial from Myron's hand, but the halfling cannot help himself and yanks his hand away just in time. He then unstoppers the vial and pour the contents onto the sandy floor to his utter dismay. The magic continues to compel him and he reaches into his pack to retrieve another of his vials...
...grabbing hold of one of his healing elixirs.
Snapped to attention by the Div's rasping voice, the Professor sharply admonished Myron, his profession as a university lecturer adding a razor edge to his magically tinted voice.
Myron! Master your mind, damn you!
Aided by the professors rousing shout, Myron regains control of his own body and mind. Instead of pouring out the oil, he swiftly follows Pherenike, and splashes the blessed oil on her flail.
"And this is why soldiers don't shout out our tactics where the enemy can hear them!"
"I'm sorry. I guess I was absent the day my former master taught advanced military tactics to his slaves. Now stand still for a second, if you want your weapon augmented."
Mus'ad's opportunistic strike is for naught.
Just when it seems like Myron will follow the Div's instruction, the Professor brings Myron out of his magically induced action.
Pherenike moves around behind the Div while admonishing Myron. Her anger does not help her land her blow upon the shifty menace. It cackles with glee at her frustration. You are a feisty one! I shall savour the time we spend together in the coming days! it jeers in its grating voice.
Mus'ad attempts something and fails...
As stated above, Myron follow Pherenike and applies the oil to her flail.
Kheled moves to J/15 and casts Guidance on the warrior, Kill this thing please...nothing personal flying head.
At a loss for how to hurt something resistant to acid, Elrisiel attempts to distract it.
Myron wastes no time in dashing after Pherenike and coating her weapon in the blessed oil quickly followed by Kheled offering divine help to guide her hand.
Elrisiel does her best to divide the Div's attention, hoping to give Pherenike the opening she needs to strike a telling blow.
The Professor tries to move into an advantageous position to distract the enemy, but with everyone crowded around there aren't any left.
Feeling the heat of everyone crowding around, and not wishing to give Pherenike the opportunity to use her newly blessed weapon, the Div retreats skyward, disappearing over a railing directly overhead.
Myron runs over and grabs his sling staff.
If we want to pursue, we should do so swiftly. Otherwise, with two flying heads around, retreat may be the best option. he says, making sure to keep his voice down.
Growling Mus'ad grunts "No, stay and fight... kill the bastard" as he narrows his eyes and looks for a means to follow the flying head.
Mus'ad can see a staircase leading to the second level just to his south...
Without stopping to ask or reason, Mus'ad presses on in pursuit.
Mus'ad moves to the stairs and begins climbing, intent on taking the fight to the Div as Myron receives his sling staff.
The musetouched elf waffles, since she is clearly unable to affect the thing with a spell.
Anyone have a tangle foot bag?
Kheled delays.
The Professor clarifies, You have time... the transformation takes hours... and sunlight pauses the process, but the decision is yours of course.
"Yes, by all means, stay behind with the only weapon that can harm our enemies, while your allies rush ahead to destroy them before they can harm anyone else. I was told Taldor values courage in her soldiers, but I guess there is a reason your once proud empire is in decline." Myron says coldly as he rushes after Mus'ad.
Mus'ad continues to run after the beast.
Mus'ad continues up the stairs with Myron right behind him.
Reaching a landing and then another short set of steps you reach the upper floor. Two doors are visible immediately as well as the railing overlooking the inner courtyard you just left below. The Div is nowhere to be seen.
A tiled walkway surrounds a square patch of earth and sand in this high atrium. A balcony on the second floor overlooks the courtyard, and a square hole in the ceiling opens to the sky. Four columns in the corners of the atrium support the roof above, and the walls are decorated with symbols and hieroglyphs depicting animals, celestial creatures, and the sun and moon.
This balcony wraps around a twenty-foot-square opening in the floor, overlooking the inner courtyard below and connecting the rooms of the second floor. Above, a square skylight in the ceiling provides natural light to the ground floor and ventilation for the entire building.
The musetouched elf throws her hands up in the air and chooses to stick close by Kheled. ()
Kheled double moves after the Dwarf as well.