Iolar Eitilt |
It's glorious...
A motionless Iolar stares through the portal at the city for three heartbeats. Then she addresses the wizards.
"We are searching for friends taken be the dark elves. Have you seen any of them?"
Iadara? Is that common knowledge among present-day elves?
Darklands Archivist |
"You mean those strange elves that seem to have come out of nowhere? They claim to be from a distant land called Zirnakaynan, but none of us have heard of it. They come here to the academy all the time, asking all manner of questions about the coming danger. They have terrible manners about it, too, but they keep to themselves. I've never seen them take anyone."
Iolar Eitilt |
The wizards tell you that the foreign elves seem to have made camp at the abandoned observatory.
Iadara is the capital of Kyonin.
Doh!
Iolar inclines her head in gratitude. "Thank you. You may have saved our companions' lives. I wish you good fortune in your noble work to save the elves here. May we all meet in the green forest."
Then she turns back to the party. "We must hurry on."
Darklands Archivist |
You get directions and head to the southern part of the city.
Standing in the center of a small, well-kept park is a tall and imposing building made of black and white marble and decorated with beautiful celestial patterns. Four low domes adorn the building's corners. A tower rises from its central portion to form a large domed structure from which three ornate telescopes protrude from the balconies.
Two elves stand sentry at the entrance.
Lothan Robgard |
Lothan moves up to the sentries and clears his throat, "Excuse me, gentlemen, but would it be too great of an imposition to grant us entrance within this fantastic edifice?" he asks in his best impression of a proper tone, looking back at the others to give a wink before turning back to the guards.
Iolar Eitilt |
Iolar frowns at the first sight of the elven guards. I expected drow here. Were the wizards wrong? Is this a trap?
She is just preparing to detect magic when the impulsive half-elf approaches the guards directly. Her fingers slowly curl as if throttling an invisible neck.
Iolar Eitilt |
Iolar scowls at the guards. She replies quietly to Zoltan, "The goddess is not the sole creator of illusion. There may be a mage."
She steps up beside Lothan.
"The wizards at the gate sent us here. They warn everyone to go to the gate now or risk your death. And the need to know from your masters how much longer they must hold the gate open. We must enter. "
Darklands Archivist |
The guards give you a patronizing look. "The gate is being held open for a few more days, but thanks for your concern. You must go now." Both of them move closer to Iolar and Lothan start shoving, at which point they immediately vanish, their forms dissipating in wisps shadowy smoke before disappearing completely.
Lothan Robgard |
Lothan looks on with a raised eyebrow as the two vanish. Turning to the others with a wry smile, "You know, I'm pretty sure what they meant to say was: 'You must go on in now'. Which I think is sound advice. Let's go people, times a wasting." Pulling out his bow, he heads in.
Iolar Eitilt |
Iolar lurches backward in amazement as the guards evaporate. Although she quickly agrees with she calls him to stop. "Lothan, wait. Accept the blessings of Gozreh and Nethys before you go."
"Vendric. I can offer you greater strength if you wish."
Darklands Archivist |
Inside the gilded doors sprawls a grand entry hall with a richly woven carpet running from the doors to a large silver orrery - a model of the sun and planets - quietly spinning in time.
Five drow, four males in chain mail and one female in plate, stand ready to attack on either side of the room.
Surprise round
Four of the drow fire at the Iolar and Lothan with their crossbows, and all four hit their mark. Iolar and Lothan both take 6 dmg and must make two DC 13 Fort saves or fall unconscious.
The female drow casts a spell, and a sonic boom goes off in the middle of the party. Everyone takes 1 dmg and must make a DC 15 Fort save or become stunned.
Zoltan gets a surprise round action if not stunned.
Iolar Eitilt |
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Iolar cries out and crumples to the floor.
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Can she be stunned if she was already unconscious? Down 7 hp on the round. Got to find pre-fight HP cause I know we did some healing.
Zoltan the Crippled |
Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
"Watch out!" cries Zoltan, but he's too late. He winces as Iolar drops to the floor and makes up his mind: Iolar will have to wait...
He concentrates his gaze on the Drow in front of the priestess, calling the gods to turn his hatred back towards his companions.
Casting Murderous Command Will DC 16 on F4.
Spell Resistance: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 = 12
I'm almost spent on spells... And Zoltan is no melee guy! I'll rely on low-level spells for now.
Darklands Archivist |
Round 1
Vendric flings his bomb at the female, hitting her square in the chest and setting her on fire. The two warriors next to her take full splash damage.
Zoltan's turned drow draws his sword and attacks the spellcaster, cutting her along the shoulder. She attacks with a whip, while the other drow opposite the turncoat pulls out his own sword to help her, but their attacks are avoided. Meanwhile, the two on the east side of the room fire multiple bots at Vendric (2 hits for 4 dmg total).
Zoltan is up.
Vendric Barsett |
A small smile spreads across his face as his bomb hits its mark but his attention is soon drawn elsewhere as a two arrow graze him.
Turning his gaze towards the two who shot him. He gives them a toothy smile as he rushes them. Throwing vials of liquid into his mouth taking a deep breath as he nears them and exhaling a blast of Fire.
Breath Weapon bomb: 4d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6, 6, 3) + 7 = 26
DC:21 for half
got one bomb left
Iolar Eitilt |
Iolar snoozes on.
Nice work guys.
"Perhaps the drow corrupt this place too. If no one threatens us now, let us heal our wounds before pursuing the drow further. "
If we have a moment without being attacked: The Cure Light Wounds Bonanza.
Lothan: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 4, 6, 3, 8, 1, 3, 1) + 8 = 42
Vendric: 9d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 4, 1, 3, 1, 4, 8, 7, 7) + 9 = 49
Iolar: 8d8 + 8 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5) + 8 = 32
Zoltan, how do you stand? Don't be shy. At this point I'd rather burn the consumable than any of your spell power.
CLW Wand: 19 charges remain.
Oh, and if Iolar thought Lothan could, she'd tell him to start tracking the drow. :-)
Darklands Archivist |
Round 2
Vendric moves toward the foes on the east side of the room and breathes fire on them. They take the full blast, but grit their teeth and draw their swords, stabbing at the alchemist. Vendric is hit by one of their attacks (10 dmg).
The female takes another slash from Zoltan's controlled drow, who in turn takes cuts from her whip and the sword of the drow opposite her.
Zoltan is up.
Vendric Barsett |
Vendric clenches his teeth as the sword meets its mark. He then focuses his gaze upon the offender as he gives into his beastial side and tries to rip him apart.
bite: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Claw1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Claw2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Iolar Eitilt |
I'm almost spent on spells... And Zoltan is no melee guy! I'll rely on low-level spells for now.
Hey, it's getting the job done, in style.
Looks like Vendric included the bull's strength in those very nice rolls. Lothan don't forget the cat's grace. Those are going to be Iolar's only contributions to the fight!