Completely ignoring the fumes coiling around him, Tyrrol strides forward to threaten the demons!
Round 2
Zoltan and Tyrrol move through the noxious fog. Zoltan ends up at the stairs while Tyrrol is on the balcony
"Okay, that just stinks." Lothan moves out of the clouded area and then fires again at the same demon.
As Vendric enters the fray he's greeted by a not so welcoming stench.
But after rushiing to get here he ends up taking a huge breath of it making him sick to his stomach. He then continues forward trying o get out of the stench cloud.
Round 3
Vendric lurches through the cloud until he's free from its nauseating stench.
Two of the remaining demons each summon another demon, and all five surround Tyrrol and attack. One manages to claw into Tyrrol's flesh .
Iolar enters the room.
Tyrrol kills two more demons. Three remain.
Lothan just watches in awe at Tyrrol's destruction. Grinning, "Be glad the big fella's on our side! Heck yeah!" He then fires away at another one.
Vendric retches as he tries to expell the horrible tast and smell. He waddles next to tyrrol trying to keep whatevers in his stomach down.
Lothan shoots down a demon. The last two futilely claw at Tyrrol, who promptly takes them down.
Vendric tries his best to put on a calming expression but the combination of his bestial form, nausated look, and being covered in blood just make it even more unsettling. "No need to worry about her. I think I saw her come in after me.
"No need indeed," Iolar sniffs in elven as she steps right up behind the alchemist. She raises an eyebrow as she views the carnage. "I hurried down here in case you needed help, but apparently that wasn't necessary. You and Vendric are quite adept at combat."
She quickly returns to form, "Wait here. The drow on the roof had some minor magic that I should examine." She whirls and darts back out the door.
Iolar will return to the roof and complete a full 3 round scan for magic items and quickly search the bodies.
Spellcraft checks as needed
(identifies caster level 10)
(identifies caster level 9)
(identifies caster level 5)
(identifies nothing)
Will use totem transformation as needed to fly. I guess the minute duration she used to get down from the tower will get her back up, and she will need to use another minute to return to the party. During that second minute she will climb straight up and look for other targets for the party.
Perception
"Make it quick!" He hollers after the disappearing elf. "Think she heard me? I hope, we need to move. This is just one building." Lothan will tap a foot and chew on his nails as he waits for Iolar to return. Becoming quickly bored, he looks around at the carnage wrought. "You know, I gotta hand it to you, Tyrrol ol' buddy, you sure know how to smash 'em." He nods admiringly at the devastation.
Tyrrol shrugs.
"Many have met their end on the point of my weapon, and I am sure that many more will follow them. We should check to make sure that there are no more enemy forces in here, then thoroughly search the place..."
He then moves in the direction of the (unopened) door on the other side of the entrance chamber, throwing it open, and striding in, his weapon ready and eager to taste more demon ichor and elven blood.
"Sounds good to me," he says as he follows the big warrior.
"I agree with tyrrol. We should focus on clearing out this place before we start searching around." Ven follows closely behind ready to attack anything if he needs to.
When you try to open the next door, you find it locked.
Tyrrol nods his assent, tightening his grip on his blade in preparation for charging into the room, to face whatever is on the other side...
Vendric gets ready to charge in as soon as the doors opens. He gives Zoltan a nod signalling he's ready.
Lothan moves in with his bow aimed and an arrow nocked, looking around to shoot anything that just looks suspicious.
"Hey, Tyrrol, you wanna bust that thing down for us?" A thought then occurs to him as he turns to Zoltan and Vendric, "Unless one of you two know how to pick a lock?"
"I have some familiarity with locks but unfortunately i don't have any tools. I suggest we break the door down or see if i can blast it open." Vendric pulls out a little vial and gently sloshes the liquid inside.
Tyrrol nods at Vendric. "Whatever works."
Lothan shrugs. "If you can blast it... by all means go right ahead." He then steps back out of harms way. "Ready when you are, V."
Getting the okay Ven pulls out another bigger vial and with practiced speed mixes them and tosses it at the door once everyones stepped away.
Locked doors prove no match for the heroes from Riddleport as Vendric tosses his explosive substance at the door, causing it to ignite and combust. On the other side, a vast oval chamber is dominated by a number of tall stone bookcases coated in dust and cobwebs, some of them leaning ominously to one side. Thousands of crumbling tomes are scattered about the floor.
At the other end of the room, three drow, two holding crossbows and one holding a whip. One of the crossbowmen open fire at Vendric, missing wildly. The other two drow stand near the bookcases, as if waiting to act.
Initiative: drow, PCs
Tyrrol charges forward, dispassionately taking a swing at the Drow in front of him.
Lothan moves in behind the big fella as he obliterates the drow in front of him. Noticing the two by the bookcase, he fires.
Vendrc rushes in with the others pulling out more vials. Downing the contents as he stands behind Tyrrol. Then a blast of fire erupts from his mouth covering the two drow in flame.
Reflex for half
Tyrrol, Lothan, and Vendric rush in, and the two drow standing by step between the bookcases and give one of them a good shove. The bookcase topples and falls towards you. It hits the floor, causing a cloud of dust and debris to explode in the air throughout the room. Your vision becomes concealed and dust fills your nostrils.
Though he dodges the falling bookcase with ease and grace, the dust ends up filling his lungs causing him to go on a coughing fit.
Tyrrol stoically accepts the blow from the bookcase, but ignores the large cloud of dust, focusing his attention, instead, on the soon-to-be-dead Drow...
Managing to avoid the heart of the falling bookcases, Lothan nevertheless is unable to keep the dust it throws up from entering his eyes or his lungs.
Round 1
Tyrrol rushes in and defeats the first drow, while Vendric and Lothan shoot take down the second. Vendric's fire also catches the third drow, who remains standing momentarily.
Round 2
The last drow is converged on and easily beaten by Tyrrol and Zoltan.
Tyrrol watches impassively as the lifeblood of the drow pools across the floor.
He then shrugs, and begins a careful search of the building.