Rayhan calls out in Ignan
Hello there! We are looking for the Exit. Just point it out to us and we'll be on our way.
You hear a shouted response from the other room.
"Go away! Take your chances in the vaults - we are claiming everything beyond!"
I have no desire to kill them, should we ask them if they want to work together?
Khayal thinks of the images of back home from the scrying, he just wants to make it back.
Rayhan calls back in Ignan We are adventurers from the Material Plane. We have no love for the owner of this Vault. Take what you will. We just wish to exit.
"What do you think, Flamebeard?" says one voice.
"Maybe we could get away from Grovth..." says another, uncertainly.
"Lord S-sam-madar and Grovt-th said we could get r-riches beyond our dreams with the J-jewel of the Padishah here, but t-they've been g-gone for days!" another pleaded.
"I'd rather go up against foreigners than Grovth." the voice that shouted at you earlier states, in a lower voice to those around him. "They can't be from Bayt al-Bazan, or else they'd know the efreeti's passwords to the Vaults. They must be looters. We can take them."
"I d-don't know, Fl-flamebeard..." a voice stutters.
-growl- "Fine, then! You bunch of cowards!" the main voice says. In a louder tone, you hear "GROVTH! GROVTH! VISITORS!"
After a few minutes of silence, the same voice says "Now look lively, or he might kill us all!" The male voice rose to a shout again, this time in your direction. "No parley, strangers! Turn back, before our Captain arrives!"
Rayhan turns and says They aren't interested in talking. Best Prepare ourselves.
Rayhan turns to Khayal and casts a spell on him. This should help
Hajar prays to Sarenrae Lady, make this fight swift. We have more powerful foes to face. Grant our enemies mercy, in this life or the next one.
Hajar casts Divine Power and then he charges around the corner, Tempest raised.
Hajar casts Resist Energy (fire) Communal to give Rayhan, Nasir, Bartan and Yazi 20 minutes of Resist Energy Fire (20).
Then he casts Divine Power and charges around the corner.
Hajar finds an empty, domelike room in the first chamber past the door. Charging past Nasir and towards the open light of the next chamber, Hajar sees another domed room, well-lit with several fire-like sources.
Hajar sees several dwarf figures, their hair and eyes made of fire, in brass-colored scale mail. Many of them hold spears at the ready, while others lift warhammers at the human's swift entrance.
SURPRISE ROUND
Init:
Appreciative of the spell, Khayal runs to be adjacent to his brother.
Khayal slides in next to his brother, kukris in hand.
Bartan moves forward, then casts sense vitals on himself.
Appreciative of the spell, Khayal runs to be adjacent to his brother.
Khayal slides in next to his brother, kukris in hand. [dice=acrobatics to look cool doing a standing slide at the end]1d20+8=12
Nasir dances, while Khayal runs past her to slide next to Hajar.
The fire-dwarves with spears throw them at the first target.
finally! plus 1 fire (negated)
plus 1 fire (negated)
Hajar's armor parries two of the spears, but two get through. Others hold warhammers at the ready.
"Fan-gauntlet formation! Coldtooth, use that scroll!" one of the fire-dwarves barks out.
Bartan casts a spell.
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Rayhan moves forward but that's it. He's gonna save his magic for when its really necessary.
ROUND ONE
Init:
Bartan pulls out his wand of frigid touch as he moves forward again, and casts haste.
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Khayal five foot steps into the room
He begins swinging at the Azer with the flat of his blade, trying not to kill him.
Its unclear weather khayal has given into rage or simply is in the zen of his training, but his blades seem to connect almost perfectly smacking into the sides of the azer's head.
Khayal's blades drop the fire-dwarf halfway through his attacks. It would appear that their bronze scale mail is just common armor.
Hajar notices that Khayal isn't striking to kill, and so he won't either. He steps closer to the nearby Azer (Orange) and swings Tempest.
Status
HP 79/82
Divine Power
Haste
Rayhan continues holding. He draws his Rod of Extinguishing...just in case.
Hajar finds the fire-dwarf mercenary also being knocked out with less than half his maximum effort. This opponent suffers from the cold and bane damage as well.
Gritting his teeth, the lead azer hits Hajar back.
plus 3 heat, natch
Khayal gets the same from a fire-dwarf who steps in behind his fallen comrade.
plus 1 heat
"Coldtooth, freeze their hides! These guys are too good!" barks out the dwarf nearest Hajar (orange/original).
Most of the others throw spears.
plus 1 heat
The last azar moves to being in-line with Hajar, pulling out a scroll. He begins reading from it, loudly, holding one of his hands outward in a stance, fingers outstretched.
"C-c-cco-o-o-n-ne!" the azer stutters, making the spell longer than it should be normally. He tries again. "C-c-co-o-n-e, o-o-of, of, c-c-co-o-l-"
ROUND TWO
Init:
Bartan steps a few more feet forward, enhances his cards with frost, draws a card from his deck, casts a frigid touch spell onto the card using his wand, then tosses it at the [yellow] azer.
->The Marriage (Lawful Neutral, Charisma)
plus plus
The fire-dwarf goes down like a sack of rocks, his flamed hair and eyes going out and frost covering most of his body.
Hajar steps close and attacks the nearby Azer
Status
HP 57/82
Divine Power
Haste
Hajar drops the second fire-dwarf, Bartan finishes off the first azer, and Nasir spins closer to the brothers.
The azer keep attacking, but each looks apprehensively at the fire-dwarf in the back of the room.
After each attacks, the fire-dwarves take a step back.
success
The dwarf in the rear seems to overcome his stuttering.
"C-c-one of c-c-c-old, emp-p-pow-w-wered!" the azer says triumphantly.
A cone of blue-colored cold air rushes out of the fire-dwarf's hand, flooding the area in front of him.
You are affected for cold damage. (Save for half.)
"You always did make enough noise to wake the dead, Flamebeard." says a deep voice from the East. Through the archway, you make out a figure wrapped in rags, including several covering his face. Tiny puffs of smoke come from under the bandana across his eyes. "Who do we have here?" the new person asks, in an uninterested tone.
Hajar's helm begins glowing a blue color, not unlike the color of the magic just presented.
After eating a face full of chilling wind, Khayal moves in and hooks a left.
He tries to smack his blade into purple
ROUND THREE
Init:
Bartan ducks mostly under the cone of cold, and decides to dish a similar amount of chill back to the azer.
plus plus
... but he misses horribly. He tosses another card after.
plus
... and still misses.
ouch
Hajar heals himself with Sarenrae's holy light
He then casts a spell of healing on himself
Then he moves to engage the nearby Azer.
Status
HP 47/82
Divine Power
Haste
Rayhan draws his Wand of PEWPEWPEW with his other hand. He levels it at the brown Azer
Bartan's cards miss the soldier in the back, but soundless balls of force unerringly hit the fire-dwarf.
CL7 wand <= SR 17? Eh.
"Ow. One of those. Everyone, drop!" commands the figure in rags.
Several curses about icicles, pails of cold water, and various body parts are uttered by the azer.
All the azer immediately drop to the floor and roll away from the adventures and the newest occupant of the domed room, averting or covering their eyes.
The man covered in rags tears the bandana across his face away, and Hajar and Nasir see that his skin appears charred or dried over all his body, and his empty eye sockets seep trails of smoke.
You gain (Hajar) or (Nasir) negative levels.
That's a bodak, a slow-moving but horrible undead creature. This one appears 1.) vastly more intelligent, and 2.) more patient than the typical specimen.
Hajar heals himself.
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Her incredible speed and agility avoiding the worst of the cold, Nasir shakes it off with a shiver, only to look up into the horrible dark pits that pass for eyes of the monster before her. The desert dance lets out a shriek of utter agony as she feels the creature's vile gaze strip away a piece of her life force.
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Seeing Yazi go into a fit of murderous rage, Khayal believes that the new threat will be dealt with shortly so continues trying to knock out the Azer.
Khayal feels a little bad about knocking out cowering foes, but at least he is not killing them.
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Yazi's dark-colored greataxe sliced the tough undead's burnt skin back and forth in several swipes. "Hm." the figure said, as the woman hacked at him, talking even as he was attacked. "Not bad. I could use -hm- a fighter like you, especially down the stairs. If you're a mercenary, I could pay you -that was a good one, by the way- from my master's largess. What's your -hm- price?" The man wrapped in rags still stood at the end of Yazi's strokes.
Khayal knocked out two of the azer while Yazi fought. Nasir fled towards Khayal's position.
The figure in rags raised an arm, but turned his head as his hand began falling into pieces on the floor, the arm following. "Ah." the man wheezed, in uninterested regret. "The cursed helm. I forgot about the glow. Pity." The rest of the man's body continued disintegrating before Yazi, until there was only a pile of rags and ash on the bronze floor before her. As soon as the figure collapsed, Hajar's helm stopped glowing.
The only azers left lifted their heads and looked around cautiously.
ROUND FOUR
Init: