"Nice bunch o' loot here. Might be wise ta use some o' it." Kraygan grins as he holds up the ioun stone. "Lets take a look in our giant bag and see what's what."
Taking the giant sized bag of holding he unceremoniously holds it up and dumps it out.
"Gorum's bloody balls! Look at all this stuff! Anyone think we shoulda looked through this before?"
Jorgan shrugs his shoulders at Kraygan. "I think I'm carrying what I need for now, at least until we get back to the forge. By the way, how are we gonna get across this chasm now?"
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Wren looks on as the yakkenhorde share bauble and decide who gets what. He wonders what horror hides behind the door even as his mind thinks of solutions to the door that they cannot yet pass.
I can disintigrate the door, can I not? Would it work? Would the ghostly protection remain? This is interesting to ponder.
Maybe we should seal up all these caves, lock the undying giant within instead. Maybe...hm...
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After the dwarven distractions of loot, sometimes worse than a dragon or a raccoon with a shiny object, the group shift on to try and find a way through these caves. Torgan does a small bit of back tracking and opens another set of double doors to a vast Catacomb.
The walls of these passageways are rougher than the stonework in other areas. The ground is dirty, dusty, and bone-chillingly cold. Giant sized skulls protrude in clusters from the walls, where they have been mortared into place. Words are chiseled into the rock walls near these clusters, some in short phrases, others merely listing names.
These catacombs are the common graveyard for the
Skirkaling tribe.
Filing in single file the group slowly moves through the dark and narrow passageways. A trio of undead leap out from the darkness. Three dead frost giants have been given the “honor” of guarding the tribe’s ossuary. These giants were some of the Skirkalings’ most bloodthirsty warriors, and though they served the tribe well in battle, they also vented their rage on their fellow tribe members. Eventually branded criminals, these three giants were publicly executed, then animated as mohrgs to attend to the tribe in death. Thick tangles of entrails cling to these lurching skeletal torso's that wind upward to toil from their jaws like clawed tongues. The group wastes little time and quickly cuts them down, returning them to the realm of the dead once again.
Torgan pops off the as-of-yet unactivated Ring of Protection and puts on the stronger version, remembering to key Malt's new leash.
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"Damnable morhgs," Wren invectives, slinging his bow over his shoulder after the fight. "There is no end to the undying dead in here, it seems. The theory of the lich gains ground with every step."
know (rel)
Perception
Wren reveals what he thinks of Skirkaling funerary rites. But fails to notice anything of interest.
Wren draws his quicken rod and waits to see what happens next.
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"Kraygan, Rogzul, would you like a bit more for the next fights?" Wren asks, offering them extended Heroism should they wish it.
"Aye. I'm gettin dead tired of fightin 'em." Kraygan jokes, badly. "Can't see any way around those doors from here."
Rogzul actually grunts appreciatively at Kraygans joke and listens as Wren explains the frost giant customs for the dead.
"Do none of you see this door?" He questions, pointing to the northwestern section of the catacombs. "Might lead us passed the haunted door." He shrugs, letting the dwarf horde decide what to do with the new information.
"Huh-wha?" Kraygan does a double-take at Rogzul's discovery. "Har! Keen little beady eyes ye have there orc."
Nudging Haggis to it he sees about opening it to continue on.
"Door? I didn't see a door, no." Jorgan says as he follows along behind the others. "But lead the way, we'll be right behind."
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Torgan sees that Kraygan and Jorgan seem a bit reticent at opening the secret door that was found by Rogzul. "TOOOOOOOOOOOR-GAN! Steeeeeeeeeelkeg!" yells the dwarf, oddly empowered by his new equipment.
Malt rushes up to the door and the dwarf slams his hammer down on it as the yak shoves it open. "Let's go!"
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The walls of this cavernous room to the east and north are finished masonry, but the rest of the chamber has a rough quality to it, as if hewn from the rock. Against the western wall sits a square stone dais, more a solid block of stone than a platform. A flight of steps is cut into the eastern side of the dais, leading up to a massive black throne. Faded, tattered carpet runners connect the dais to massive stone doors to the north and east. White support columns stand in remote corners of the room, along with a solitary stone bench toward the south end.
This is the throne room of Skirkatla, jarl of the Skirkaling tribe. The ceiling is 40 feet high, the dais to the west is 20 feet tall. The frost giant Queen Skirkatla resides here, coldly detached from the village and training camp she governs.
Skirkatla is the undead leader of the Skirkaling frost giant tribe and commandant of the Storm Tyrant’s training camp at the village of Skirgaard. She is responsible for instructing the diverse giant recruits on how to fight with discipline and intelligence, as well as selecting the best of these trainees for advanced instruction with the fire giants of Ashpeak. Skirkatla was born in the Tusk Mountains and seemed destined to be a jarl from youth. Few frost giants of her generation demonstrated her degree of viciousness and cunning. Skirkatla often broke with tradition and custom, however, preferring victory by any means, whether in battle or other contests. This earned her many enemies, and she was eventually driven from her homeland southward to the Mindspin Mountains. Skirkatla founded her own tribe there, the Skirkalings, and built the village of Skirgaard high upon a mountain plateau. Yet the queen could not ward off the passing of time, and she grew obsessed with retaining her power in her twilight years. To this end, she sought dark counselors—hags and tomb giants—to advise her.
Skirkatla smirks as the door to the west opens within her chamber. Her cold, pale and lifeless eyes flare with eagerness and excitement. Her voice rasps throughout the chamber. A voice that has not spoken for quite some time.
"Long ago my prayers fell on Thremyr's deaf ears. My advisors...." As if on cue a pair of beautiful young woman float off of the ground from either side of the throne. The insubstantial spectre's are bathed in sickly green flames. "...offered me Urgathoa who granted me the escape of death making my reign here unending. Neither you nor the Storm King shall stand in my path.
"After years of research and preparation the Normugruu Sisters enacted a perverse ritual. On a moonless night I gorged myself on the flesh of her tribe’s captives (and her own consort), then immolated myself in a massive pyre to burn away the last of my life’s limitations. Before my charred bones and blackened armor could cool amid the ashes, I arose as a graveknight, an undying champion of terror that you will unfortunately not live to see again. You see Giantslayers have come before and they only add to my army." With that said a pair of corpses howl as they rise from the chamber floor and swoop high into the air. Their hideous elongated legs hang limp as they hold bows made out of bone.
A black miasmic negative energy creeps out in a large radius around Skirkatla as she stands and grabs a wicked looking battle axe from beside her throne. Her joints creek with age and decay.
+4 in Mountains
The sickly green woman flitter high above Skirkatla as they hurlthe green flames at Torgan and Malt.
+ Witchflame
The witchfire slams into Torgan's face, severely burning his face and beard as it melts away at his skin during the initial wave. Yet somehow Malt narrowly dodges the bolt of fire?
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Rogzul
Kraygan
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Wren reccognizes the sickly green women as Witchfires. When an exceptionally vile hag or witch dies with some malicious plot left incomplete, or proves too horridly tenacious to succumb to the call of death, the foul energies of these wicked old crones sometimes spawn incorporeal undead known as witchfires. These ghostly creatures appear much as they did in life, although the grotesque undead energy that births them makes them appear young and attractive and wreathes their insubstantial bodies in a powerful aura of sickly green flame, a ghostly fire referred to as "witchflame" in local legends.
Strings of will-o'-wisps are often found in the immediate vicinity of witchfires and are typically led by the undead, leading scholars to speculate that the creatures feed off of a witchfire's flames and fury.
Wren knows that they are incorporeal, immune to fire and can cover an individual in sickly green witchflames with but a touch or can even hurl them great distances.
Though the flames cause little harm they do make a person quite sick and illuminate their presence for all to see.
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The undead elves are known as Baykoks. When hunters become utterly obsessed with the chase and indulge excessively in the savagery of the kill, their souls become progressively tainted. When such remorseless hunters perish before they can capture and kill their quarry, they sometimes rise from death as baykoks—flying undead horrors that kill purely for the ecstasy that only murder can bring them.
Unlike many undead who feed on and hate all living things, a baykok seeks always to prove its mastery of the hunt. Though thoroughly wicked, baykoks often ignore all but the most powerful-looking foe in a group, only picking off lesser creatures if they dare to get between the baykok and its true prey. When it finally lays low its quarry, the baykok swoops down on the victim to devour the creature's soul in an attempt to make sure the creature never returns to seek revenge.
Baykoks can quickly devours the souls of a dying creature which heals many of its wounds and causes it to work into a silent killing frenzy with remarkable speed.
Baykoks unleash a blood-curdling howl that paralyzes all around that can hear.
They never need to carry ammunition as Baykoks use their own bones as arrows. As the arrows are created from their own unnatural bodies they also deal negative energy damage and have the ability to paralyze those they strike for a short duration.
Jorgan, of course, has his spear ready but is not prepared to charge in alone. Instead he starts summoning some help....
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Jorgan quickly begins to summon quite a bit of aid as it looks needed after Torgan's deadly blast to the face.
Skirkatla takes a small step forward from her throne, still standing on the high pedestal as she watches her minions take care of the interlopers. With a command word she runs her hand along the blade of her battleaxe. As she does it envelops in red hot flames that only prove to illuminate the chamber even further.
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Wren
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Baykok
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Torgan (59/108)
Rogzul
Kraygan
As Torgan is slammed by the witchfire, he tries to resist catching on fire.
However, the stubborn dwarf is still rather weak to mental manipulation and is encased by the ghostly flames. Looking at himself oddly, he notes to his compatriots. "It doesn't burn..."
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Round 1, Init 22
Wren utters many many oaths under his breath as he sees the array of *piddlespot* arrayed before him. He has little solution to any of it, but will try to save what he can.
First, he will quick cast (via the metamagic rod) Haste, getting most of the party.
Secondly, he will normal cast fog cloud about 15' down from the ceiling (leaving only 5' under as clear view).
Wren will then 5' flap out of the line of fire.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Feeling the increasingly familiar caress of Wren's transmutation magicks, Torgan presses his fists together, cracking his knuckles as the steel of his hammer and blade glint from the ghostly flames. "Alright! The Prophet is on board!" he exclaims with glee at the thought of the glorious battle in front of him.
However, the elf isn't done as his incantations cause the Trojan Yak's Surprise Cloud to coalesce in the room, obscuring the view of the enemies, much to the disdain of the dwarf. "This tactic again, Prophet? We ain't trying to breach their gates!"
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Wren increases the groups speed with powerful magic from his rod. He follows up with laying a thick screen of fog across the expanse of the room to try and cut off the ranged attacks coming their direction.
The howling elven corpses cackle with glee at the thought of a chase. They flutter back a bit as they await a worthy adversary to emerge from the fog.
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Witchfire
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Wren
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Skirkatla
Baykok
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Torgan (59/108)
Rogzul
Kraygan
"Hold up everyone." Kraygan grumbles at his companions. "Lots of floatin b@sterds in there. Wren's fart cloud bought us some time to form a plan fer this. Anyone got some sort of protection for fire? Torgan, kin ye make us big? Rog, might need ye fly up to handle them witches. Jorgan, kin ye summon more yaks?"
"Might need magic to handle those witches, but I will do what I can." Rogzul says, gripping his spear and waiting for the dwarves to act so he can charge in without exposing himself too much.
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The group talks tactics behind the curtain of safety. The pair of Witchfires rapidly begin chanting as four glowing spheres of light begin to faintly glow within the fog. It starts out dim at first and begins to grow brighter as if something is being drawn from another realm. The sound of grief and crackling electricity emanates from where the orbs are igniting which looks vaguely familiar to four will-o-wisps. You quickly recognize the shape and sound of the creatures, even through the dense fog as you have encountered them in the haunted woods near the orc stronghold, which seems so long ago.
Though the Will-o-wisps aren't completely materialized at this point they will be here quickly and it will only be a matter of time.
Torgan (59/108)
Rogzul
Kraygan
Jorgan
Wren
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Skirkatla
Baykok
Witchfire
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Remembering his chastisement for boldness and fervor, Torgan is reluctant to charge into the fray beyond the fog. Kraygan's suggestion to enlarge the dwarves and half orc seems reasonable given this memory, so the dwarf kneels down into seiza, placing Agrimmosh upside down on the back of Malt's platform.
"Give me a moment." he says as he reverently places his hand in the air, hovering over the pommelstone of the hammer.
"He Who Makes, grant us the power to be made into something greater than ourselves." he begins chanting as the giant runes on the hammer's sledge begin to glow, emanating a roiling reddish orange light, reminding those around him of a forge.
"He Who Unmakes, guide our hands to eradicate our foes from the face of Golarion. Enough power destroy..." Torgan stumbles in the incantation as the fiery tendrils of power emanating from the hammer coalesce into the shape of a bear's head. It's low growl adds to ominous nature of the impending use of transmutation magicks. "... destroy even their souls so that the Boneyard won't know of their existence."
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Round 2, Init 22
Will save
With an eye toward the weird lights and Jorgan's summons, Wren begins his own, trying to bring some friends to this party to eliminate the advantage of all the flyers.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Haggis bleats as Kraygan begins to grow.
"Quit yer complainin, ye can handle it fer a short time!" Kraygan mutters as he rummages through the giant bag of holding behind his saddle. "Hah! I knew I saw some goodies in here! Drinks 'r on me!"
Pulling out potions he hands some to Torgan and Rogzul. "Fer the witches."
Noticing the lights forming, he says, "Uhh.. are those what I think they are?"
"The electricity is an illusion, not entirely sure what they're planning."
Rog grunts as he feels the magics working on him, making him faster and larger. With the dwarf horde still not having moved forward, he casts Fly on him self and moves forty feet straight upward.
"Ready when you are." He grunts, drawing his longspear and imbuing it with a hatred of the undead.
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Torgan turns Aggrimosh on its end and begins the process of enlarging all of his companions as he releases the weapons true magic.
Rogzul sees through part of the illusion. Knowing that the sounds itself to be nothing more than ghostly sounds the smart orc discerns that the lights are probably nothing more than a set of dancing lights. One of Rogzul's spirits manifests itself into his spear as it has an undying hatred for the undead.
Kraygan quickly hands out a pair of fire protection potions while Jorgan's spell completes and a large bison emerges at the outer edges of the fog cloud.
Reaching over Jorgan does what he can to stanch his brothers wounds.
Wren begins to summon a few of his own friends to the undead giant fiesta.
"There is little need to keep hiding. I can feel you heartbeats from here. Come out of your fog and face your defeat." Skirkatla's voice rises from behind the fog.
The pair of Baykoks ready their bows for the first sign of a creature showing themselves from the fog as the witchfire's vanish from sight. Their forms blending in with the trails of fog high in the air.
Torgan's spell completes as everyone doubles in size.
Haste
Torgan (82/108)
Rogzul
Kraygan
Jorgan
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Baykok
Witchfire
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"Illusions?" Kraygan asks. He's seen Wren's illusions kill things, so that does little to settle his concerns. When Rog flies off without the potion he shrugs and drinks it himself.
"One more!" He announces, holding up the other and pulling on some straps to adjust Haggis for large riding.
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Round 3, Init 22
"What? An illusion? No way...I would...I would usually see through such things!" Wren says hastily after finishing his own summons. As Wren's spell trails off, a sound like that of a angel bell peels throughout the hallway and with a airy hissing a gap appears in the aether from which a seductive, winged elven woman from the waist up and that of a snake from the waist down appears.
Wren smiles seductively at the elven woman, appreciating things from the waist up, but then remembers his age and the battle about to rage and speaks in Celestial to the elven snake-woman.
The beautiful elven she-Wren casts Invisibility on Rogzul and then starts to sing. The melody is hauntingly beautiful refrain of courage and hope. It lifts and inspires heroes to greater heights.
Wren begins begins another summons, hoping to give the undead and archers yet more to think about.
CG Large outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 12, flat-footed 17 (+3 Dex, +8 natural, –1 size)
hp 73 (7d10+35)
Fort +7, Ref +10, Will +10
Immune electricity, petrification, poison; Resist cold 10, fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft., fly 70 ft. (average)
Melee +1 longsword +12/+7 (2d6+8/19–20), tail slap +6 (2d6+2 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks bardic performance (20 rounds/day), constrict (2d6+5)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th)
3/day—darkness, hallucinatory terrain (DC 18), knock, light
1/day—charm person (DC 15), speak with animals, speak with plants
Spells Known (CL 7th)
3rd (2/day)—charm monster (DC 17), cure serious wounds
2nd (4/day)—hold person (DC 16), invisibility, sound burst (DC 16), suggestion
1st (5/day)—charm person (DC 15), cure light wounds, identify, sleep (DC 15)
0 (at will)—dancing lights, daze (DC 14), detect magic, lullaby (DC 14), mage hand, read magic (DC 16)
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 17, Con 21, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 19
Base Atk +7; CMB +13; CMD 26 (can't be tripped)
Feats Combat Casting, Hover, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes
Skills Bluff +14, Diplomacy +14, Fly +11, Knowledge (nature) +9, Perception +13, Perform (stringed instruments) +16, Sense Motive +13, Survival +14; Racial Modifiers +4 Survival
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Bardic Performance
A lillend has the bardic performance ability of a 7th-level bard, granting her access to that ability's countersong, fascinate, inspire courage, inspire competence, and suggestion aspects.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Looking closer at the will'o'wisps, Kraygan snorts. "I think Rog's right. Damned parlor tricks!"
Torgan finishes casting Enlarge Person, Mass as the group, save Wren, doubles in size. The fiery dwarf takes the potion from Kraygan's hand and quaffs it down in a single gulp before tossing the glass vial onto the ground.
Shatter!
Torgan belches loudly as he reaches down with his free hand and lifts up Agrimmosh from the ground. "Even more elves have appeared... Are they the illusion?" he asks as the woman begins to sing. "It has... *sniff* to be magicks. I think it *sniff* is some magic to make me cry."
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Malt's head starts bobbing around to the haunting melody as he begins to utter guttural moos along with the she-elf.
Not only did Torgans spell increase his height and strength, but now he was invisible, a sensation he'd never experience before. Using his new found bolstered abilities, Rogzul floats into the next room and through the fogcloud tentatively. He hovers in the sir not far from Skirkatla herself, and prepares for his assault.
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Torgan and Kraygan quickly drink the potions that offer them meager protection from the flames while Jorgan continues to heal his brothers burnt skin.
Torgan's injuries nearly disappear as Jorgan's healing takes effect.
Under the guise of invisibility Rogzul slowly moves through the thick fog and exits near Skirkatla.
Wren's spell completes as he summons a celestial elf from beyond and begins to summon another of its companions.
"I grow tired of this game you play" Skirkatla boldly steps to the edge of her 20 foot platform. She holds open her decayed hand into the fog and releases a 30 foot wide torrent of flame as a devastating rips through the fog, nearly evaporating the entire cloud.
The Baykoks continue to scan the room as they dutifully do the job with readied bows.
The witchfires continue to remain unseen, though Rogzul is sure that they are still in the room somewhere.
Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Torgan (107/108; 50 fire prot; witchfire; sickened)
Rogzul
Kraygan (50 fire prot)
Jorgan
Wren
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Skirkatla
Baykok
Witchfire
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"Ok, let's do this."
Kraygan slams his fist against his mighty dwarven armor, activating its righteous powers. With a tap of his heel Haggis lurches forward up the stairs, veering right at the top, responding to pressure from Kraygan's armored toe.
"BARAK TRUNAU! BARAK GORUM!!"
Torgan sees his cousin barrel into the room after Jorgan heals up the rest of his burns. "Thanks, brother. Looks like it's time to kill an unkillable giant!" he says with a grin.
"Let's go, Malt!" he bellows as the yak gallops in. As the yak crests through the fog cloud, Torgan unleashes a barrage of Agrimmosh, Brinya's Love and his maulaxe.
As his largely ineffective flurry of steel flies through the air, Torgan reaches the edge of the dais and draws out Agrimmosha and Brinya's Love once more. "This thing is invincible!" he yells as his weapons are deflected.
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Round 4, Init 22
Wren finishes his arcane words, summoning the same tight-lipped True Elfform Servant as before. Wren sneers to himself, the bralani reminding him of his failures.
The beautiful elven she-Wren casts Invisibility on Wren and then continues to sing.
Wren, now invisible, moves 90' into the room to survey surroundings. He begs the TEF servant to help with the archers. The TEF servant ignores him slightly, casting mirror image on himself, readying for battle. images
Wren twists his ring and casts a second fog cloud over the 3 flyers, again 25' off the ground so that if they wish to attack from above, they *could* come lower to do it.
CG Medium outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good, shapechanger)
Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 66 (7d10+28)
Fort +9, Ref +9, Will +6
DR 10/cold iron or evil; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, fire 10; SR 17
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect)
Melee +1 scimitar +13/+8 (1d6+8/18–20) or slam +12 (1d6+7)
Ranged +1 composite longbow +12/+7 (1d8+6/×3)
Special Attacks whirlwind blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th)
At Will—blur, charm person (DC 13), gust of wind (DC 14), mirror image, wind wall
2/day—lightning bolt (DC 15), cure serious wounds
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 19, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +7; CMB +12; CMD 26
Feats Blind-Fight, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Bluff +12, Fly +22, Handle Animal +12, Perception +15, Ride +14, Sense Motive +12, Stealth +14
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ wind form
CG Large outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 12, flat-footed 17 (+3 Dex, +8 natural, –1 size)
hp 73 (7d10+35)
Fort +7, Ref +10, Will +10
Immune electricity, petrification, poison; Resist cold 10, fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft., fly 70 ft. (average)
Melee +1 longsword +12/+7 (2d6+8/19–20), tail slap +6 (2d6+2 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks bardic performance (20 rounds/day), constrict (2d6+5)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th)
3/day—darkness, hallucinatory terrain (DC 18), knock, light
1/day—charm person (DC 15), speak with animals, speak with plants
Spells Known (CL 7th)
3rd (2/day)—charm monster (DC 17), cure serious wounds
2nd (4/day)—hold person (DC 16), invisibility, sound burst (DC 16), suggestion
1st (5/day)—charm person (DC 15), cure light wounds, identify, sleep (DC 15)
0 (at will)—dancing lights, daze (DC 14), detect magic, lullaby (DC 14), mage hand, read magic (DC 16)
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 17, Con 21, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 19
Base Atk +7; CMB +13; CMD 26 (can't be tripped)
Feats Combat Casting, Hover, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes
Skills Bluff +14, Diplomacy +14, Fly +11, Knowledge (nature) +9, Perception +13, Perform (stringed instruments) +16, Sense Motive +13, Survival +14; Racial Modifiers +4 Survival
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Bardic Performance
A lillend has the bardic performance ability of a 7th-level bard, granting her access to that ability's countersong, fascinate, inspire courage, inspire competence, and suggestion aspects.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
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Kraygan rushes into the room and out through Wren's fog cloud. Wisps and tendrils fog cling to dwarf and yak alike as they charge forth as he is met with bone arrows from the pair of Baykoks high above.
Both arrows shatter against the floor as they enter what is left of the fog.
Torgan uses the advantage and distraction as charges through himself for a more direct assault against Skirkatla herself.
"A bold one! You amuse me!" Her voice grates as a tooth falls loose from her face and rattles to the ground.
Torgan hurls Brinya's Love and Aggrimosh end of end in several loops. Skirkatla frowns as she quickly deflects the first couple blows and just allows her mithral chainmail and steel shield to accomplish the rest. The barrage of weapons batter uselessly against the armor, barely scratching it.
Jorgan moves quite a bite further into the room. He lingers on the edges of the smaller fog cloud as he urges the bison to assault Skirkatla from the steps.
Wren's spell completes as he summons a the true elf companion once again. The summoned celestial berates the elf for calling upon her so often in days of late.
Meanwhile the singing celestial elf makes Wren invisible allowing him to move further into the room unabated while he creates a secondary fog cloud near the steps.
Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Torgan (107/108; 50 fire prot; witchfire; sickened)
Rogzul
Kraygan (144/144; 50 fire prot; DR 5/evil)
Jorgan
Wren (MI-5)
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Skirkatla
Baykok (Fly 30 feet)
Witchfire (Fly 30 feet; invisible)
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Taking advantage of his height and extended reach, and strikes out at the nearest Baykok, dispelling the invisibility, but hopefully dispatching the creature. Unfortunately it proves more difficult to hit than anticipated.
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Rogzul's spear stakes into the howling corpse twice. The spear rips into the rotting flesh.
Skirkatla steps back and grabs a spear near her throne and hurls it back at Torgan.
The spear wobbles and arc over Torgan's head while the purple Baykok lets out a bloodletting howl. The dreaded and blood curdling howl brings a creeping fear through Rogzul, Kraygan and Haggis.
The remaining Baykok flies to the top of the ceiling and pelts a bone arrow at Rogzul.
The undead's bone is too brittle and shatters as it fires the projectile.
Meanwhile the par of witchfires reappear as green bolts arc across the sky at Rogzul and Kraygan.
+ Witchflame
+ Witchflame
The green flames explode and lick at Rogzul and Kraygan like some sort of fel-magic, though Kraygan's potion protects him from all of the damage of the witchfire.
Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Torgan (107/108; 50 fire prot; witchfire; sickened)
Rogzul (71/97)
Kraygan (144/144; 21 fire prot; DR 5/evil)
Jorgan
Wren (MI-5)
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Skirkatla
Baykok (Purple -63; Fly 30 feet)(Blue Fly 40 feet)
Witchfire (Fly 30 feet)
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"Hah! I'm immune ta fire ye dumbarses!" Kraygan laughs at the fiery hags. He then feels a sudden hangover strike him in the gut and nearly looses his last rations. "Ugh! Think I jus threw up a little in me mouth..."
Spitting to the side he urges Haggis into action, but the big yak stands paralyzed. "Haggis? Haggis?!"
With only the witchfires to blame, he quick-swaps his longbow and grabs for the giant arrows quivered on Haggis' saddle.
"Let!"
"My!"
"Yak!"
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Round 5, Init 22
Wren invisibly looks around the battlefield, trying to make out figures through the fog he created. The fog clouds have served their purpose and he wishes they were gone, but that's not how it works.
The beautiful elven she-Wren continues to sing and moves to heal Rogzul. CSW healing @ Rogzul.
The TEF servant casts wind wall, isolating the flying archers for a moment and draws his scimitar as he flies behind the witchfire.
Wren, still invisible, double flies into another position to help (30' up).
CG Medium outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good, shapechanger)
Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 66 (7d10+28)
Fort +9, Ref +9, Will +6
DR 10/cold iron or evil; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, fire 10; SR 17
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect)
Melee +1 scimitar +13/+8 (1d6+8/18–20) or slam +12 (1d6+7)
Ranged +1 composite longbow +12/+7 (1d8+6/×3)
Special Attacks whirlwind blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th)
At Will—blur, charm person (DC 13), gust of wind (DC 14), mirror image, wind wall
2/day—lightning bolt (DC 15), cure serious wounds
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 19, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +7; CMB +12; CMD 26
Feats Blind-Fight, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Bluff +12, Fly +22, Handle Animal +12, Perception +15, Ride +14, Sense Motive +12, Stealth +14
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ wind form
CG Large outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 12, flat-footed 17 (+3 Dex, +8 natural, –1 size)
hp 73 (7d10+35)
Fort +7, Ref +10, Will +10
Immune electricity, petrification, poison; Resist cold 10, fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft., fly 70 ft. (average)
Melee +1 longsword +12/+7 (2d6+8/19–20), tail slap +6 (2d6+2 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks bardic performance (20 rounds/day), constrict (2d6+5)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th)
3/day—darkness, hallucinatory terrain (DC 18), knock, light
1/day—charm person (DC 15), speak with animals, speak with plants
Spells Known (CL 7th)
3rd (2/day)—charm monster (DC 17), cure serious wounds
2nd (4/day)—hold person (DC 16), invisibility, sound burst (DC 16), suggestion
1st (5/day)—charm person (DC 15), cure light wounds, identify, sleep (DC 15)
0 (at will)—dancing lights, daze (DC 14), detect magic, lullaby (DC 14), mage hand, read magic (DC 16)
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 17, Con 21, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 19
Base Atk +7; CMB +13; CMD 26 (can't be tripped)
Feats Combat Casting, Hover, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes
Skills Bluff +14, Diplomacy +14, Fly +11, Knowledge (nature) +9, Perception +13, Perform (stringed instruments) +16, Sense Motive +13, Survival +14; Racial Modifiers +4 Survival
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Bardic Performance
A lillend has the bardic performance ability of a 7th-level bard, granting her access to that ability's countersong, fascinate, inspire courage, inspire competence, and suggestion aspects.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor) +1 haste
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Seeing that both Skirkatla and he are equally inept at throwing weapons, Torgan is incensed. "What is this!?" he yells, the overly large dwarf become very agitated. "TAKE THIS!"
Torgan chucks another salvo of weapons through the air, praying to Minderhal for guidance in the flying steel.
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Jorgan urges his new yak ally to rush the stairs while he taps his spear on the ground and summons the waters beneath the ground to boil up beneath the giantess' feet!
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Torgan continues to whip his chained arsenal at the giant graveknight. His maulaxe smashes into Skirkatla's eye, breaking open the skin. Blood rushes down her face as her eye bulges from the socket.
Brinya's love strikes once more as Skirkatla is more concerned with her grievous injury.
"You will be the first to be sacrificed to the Baykoks. You will make a fine addition to my forces and will stand beside me on my throne." She mutters to Torgan.
Kragan succumbs to the witchfire as haggis freezes in place. His shallow breathes barely give away that the Yak still lives.
Kraygan lines up a shot and is able to land two of his arrows into the yellow witchfire. Though they pass through the incorporeal form they still manage to do a little bit of damage to the floating form.
Jorgan's summoned companion rushes the throne, missing Skirkatla as his horns bash into the raised stage, cracking the stone along with one of its horns.
Jorgan calls on a few more elements as the tiles underneath Skirkatla's feet begin to rattle as water seeps from the cracks. In the same instant a huge geyser of boiling water erupts from the ground.
Skirkatla barely manages to maintain her footing as she is pushed away from the center of the geyser towards Torgan and the edge of the throne altar. Though it doesn't seem as if the boiling water is injuring her.
The boiling water strikes the ceiling and splashes down all over Jorgan's summoned Yak, Torgan and Malt, burning their skin.
Meanwhile the singing celestial continues her tune as she manages to heal Rogzul. As the celestial elf's healing spell begins to emanate from her hands Skirkatla's dark sacrilegious aura quickly creeps up to eliminate the spell before it completes.
The celestial elf manages to concentrate enough to overcome the darkness and push the positive energy to Rogzul.
The true elf creates a long wall of pure wind to confine the Baykok's deadly arrows. The invisible curtain billows and blows all of the loose dust into the room as it works up a decent sized cloud.
Wren, still invisible, flits across the room above Skirkatla's throne itself.
Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Torgan (107/108; 46 fire prot; witchfire; sickened)(Malt 71/75)
Rogzul (95/97)
Kraygan (144/144; 21 fire prot; DR 5/evil; witchfire; sickened)
Jorgan
Wren
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Skirkatla (-73)
Baykok (Purple -63; Fly 30 feet)(Blue Fly 40 feet)
Witchfire (Yellow -20; Fly 30 feet)(Green Fly 30 feet)
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Rog, with the aid of his spirits, manage to throw off both the paralysis and the green witch fire as the undead retaliate. The fire burns his skin, but Wren's servants quickly negate the damage as a wall of wind appears in front of the Baykoks.
With the flying things momentarily , Rogzul turns on Skirkatla instead, taking a small movement back to reach her, but the Baykok's howl still rings in his ears and his arms aren't steady.
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Rogzul spins in the air and jabs his spear at Skirkatla. She quickly raises her shield into the air and deflects the orc's rapid and powerful blows.
The Graveknight giantress swings her battleaxe in a wide arc in the dwarves direction. Bright flames flow from the blade as it releases a large 30 foot cone devastating blast high into the air that envelops Torgan (Malt), Jorgan (Spirit; and summoned yak), Rogzul, and the singing Celestial elf.
The hot flames sweep over most of the Trunau Militia as the stand grouped together, though Torgan's potion protects him from all of the fire. Hardly any of the group comes out of the blast unscathed.
The purple Baykok fires into the wall of wind only to find that its arrows are blown uselessly into the ceiling. Seeing it's arrows of little use it quickly flies through the wind wall to some place a bit more secure.
The yellow Baykok sees what is happening and hovers just out until it it quits feeling the gusts of wind blowing against it and fires four arrows at the True Elf.
+ Paralysis
+ Paralysis
+ Paralysis
+ Paralysis
Arrows fly all over the room as half of the True Elf's images vanish in a puff of magical smoke. Two of the arrows happen to find the correct form and deal but a scratch to the celestial being. Though the scratch is all it takes as the paralytic effects take hold.
The green witchfire tears across the ceiling high above Skirkatla's head and dives into the fog cloud. The sickly green apparition blends right into the fog and it is too late for Kraygan as a ghostly hand reaches for his face from the edges of the fog.
+ Witchflame
The remaining witchflame spins around and reaches out decayed and ghostly arms for the true elf, much to her horror.
+ Witchflame
Both Kraygan and the True elf feel a grotesque, cold dread enter their bodies as the flames burn from within.
Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Torgan (107/108; 1 fire prot; witchfire; sickened)(Malt 41/75)
Rogzul (65/97)
Kraygan (129/144; DR 5/evil; witchfire; sickened)
Jorgan (94/124)(Spirit 90/120)(Giant Bison 22/52)
Wren (Singing elf 53/73)(True Elf 46/66; 3 MI)
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Skirkatla (-73)
Baykok (Purple -63; Fly 30 feet)(Blue Fly 40 feet)
Witchfire (Yellow -20; Fly 30 feet)(Green Fly 30 feet)
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Round 6, Init 22
Fort Save #1 TEFS vs. DC19
Fort Save #2 TEFS vs. DC19
Will Save vs. witchfire DC 22
The True Elf Form Servant takes blow after blow, then gets blasted with fire, a final insult. It it paralyzed and cannot complain about its condition.
Recovering nicely from her burns, the beautiful elven she-Wren continues to sing and moves to tailslap the blue baykok. She draws her longsword as she moves (reach 10').
to hit (grab);
damage;
CMD to grab.
Wren, still invisible, flies to Kraygan and utters words to chill the hearts of many a stout dwarf. "Ready yourself, dwarf. You'll have to prove yourself..." Wren taps Kraygan and his yak, Backwash, and wills them elsewhere. Wren bends time and piddlespotting space to move himself, Kray, & Haggis across the battlefield.
CG Medium outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good, shapechanger)
Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 66 (7d10+28)
Fort +9, Ref +9, Will +6
DR 10/cold iron or evil; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, fire 10; SR 17
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect)
Melee +1 scimitar +13/+8 (1d6+8/18–20) or slam +12 (1d6+7)
Ranged +1 composite longbow +12/+7 (1d8+6/×3)
Special Attacks whirlwind blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th)
At Will—blur, charm person (DC 13), gust of wind (DC 14), mirror image, wind wall
2/day—lightning bolt (DC 15), cure serious wounds
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 19, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +7; CMB +12; CMD 26
Feats Blind-Fight, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Bluff +12, Fly +22, Handle Animal +12, Perception +15, Ride +14, Sense Motive +12, Stealth +14
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ wind form
CG Large outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good)
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +13
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 12, flat-footed 17 (+3 Dex, +8 natural, –1 size)
hp 73 (7d10+35)
Fort +7, Ref +10, Will +10
Immune electricity, petrification, poison; Resist cold 10, fire 10
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft., fly 70 ft. (average)
Melee +1 longsword +12/+7 (2d6+8/19–20), tail slap +6 (2d6+2 plus grab)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks bardic performance (20 rounds/day), constrict (2d6+5)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 7th)
3/day—darkness, hallucinatory terrain (DC 18), knock, light
1/day—charm person (DC 15), speak with animals, speak with plants
Spells Known (CL 7th)
3rd (2/day)—charm monster (DC 17), cure serious wounds
2nd (4/day)—hold person (DC 16), invisibility, sound burst (DC 16), suggestion
1st (5/day)—charm person (DC 15), cure light wounds, identify, sleep (DC 15)
0 (at will)—dancing lights, daze (DC 14), detect magic, lullaby (DC 14), mage hand, read magic (DC 16)
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 17, Con 21, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 19
Base Atk +7; CMB +13; CMD 26 (can't be tripped)
Feats Combat Casting, Hover, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes
Skills Bluff +14, Diplomacy +14, Fly +11, Knowledge (nature) +9, Perception +13, Perform (stringed instruments) +16, Sense Motive +13, Survival +14; Racial Modifiers +4 Survival
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Bardic Performance
A lillend has the bardic performance ability of a 7th-level bard, granting her access to that ability's countersong, fascinate, inspire courage, inspire competence, and suggestion aspects.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor) +1 haste
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 50 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
"Rog, we need ye on the damned witches!" Kraygan cries as the battle suddenly goes pear-shaped. "Gah! Now I got one grabbin at me from this Gorum-bloodied fart cloud! Someone..."
Suddenly Wren is at his side, and both of them are across the chamber on the dais, with a clear run at Skirkatla's back.
"Gorum be blessed..."
With bile rising in his throat, he quickly swaps his bow again for his lance, issues a bloodcurdling battlecry, and charges!