Moving to the door, hand on her sword, she listens intently to what's happening outside.
In her unconscious state, Emrael lets out a terrible scream of anguish, but the words, if there are any, are indistinguishable.
Emrael:
She....knows she has her katana. Before her hand is on it.
The shutter is not at all locked.
Listening at the door.....
"We MUST wake her NOW! She is our only HOPE! Without her we're all doomed! We cannot fight them! Only she can!"
"No! She's the last one, and she's done enough. We must figure something else out!!!"
"There IS no OTHER WAY! You cannot......bargain with them! All they know is death!!!"
Emrael:
She's totally uninjured, and has all of her spell slots and everything.
Emrael:
On top of it is your journalbook from school. 100 or more years ago.
You feel like you have final exams, or you won't graduate.
But the need is undeniable. She picks up the journal book and sets it on the couch where she awakened, then opens the footlocker.
right on.
It'll give me time to think stuff up more than "shoot from the hip."
Satari; Pip; Elgan; Altai/Claw/brachiosaurus are up to attack.
HUZZAH!!!!!
Meanwhile, the battle rages.
nitey nite!
"Invisible creatures again. Why do they think being invisible will help them?"
Satari climbs hand-over-hand up Beldan's struggling form, grabbing breeches, belt, shirt, and whatever else comes to hand. He searches for whatever force is conveying the rogue away from the group, and will either grab or batter anything corporeal that he finds.
Claw and the dinosaur keep pounding the nightmare thing.
Elganhawk, not wanting to try and grab Beldan while Satari is hanging from him, and not wanting to risk trying t attack the invisible carrier for the same reason, attacks the nearest flying/lightning spitter instead.
He folds his wings and dives, streaking towards his target like an arrow. A particularly large arrow, trailing sparks and flame as it streaks towards it's target,...
Elganhawk streaks from above like an incoming missile, his claws tearing at his foe as he burns and shocks the creature simultaneously. Then he is gone, only the wounds he caused and his scream of triumph to indicate he was ever there,...
Altai squints at the otherworldly scrum happening before him. After doing some quick calculations of angles and blast radii, he shakes his head and casts another spell instead.
"Invisible creatures again. Why do they think being invisible will help them?"
Satari climbs hand-over-hand up Beldan's struggling form, grabbing breeches, belt, shirt, and whatever else comes to hand. He searches for whatever force is conveying the rogue away from the group, and will either grab or batter anything corporeal that he finds.
The monk is aoo'd by the two visible mothmen and the Thing hanging in the void.
The mothmen combine up a 27 vs his cmd to grapple him off of Beldan.
The 'Thing does 20 hp damage; also Satari needs to save vs nightmare dream power; dc 21 fortitude.
Damage is 1d4 wis and fatigue if he fails the save.
Satari, if not defeated by the grapple to his srd, can punch the invisible mothman carrying Beldan; it has its legs wrapped around his torso from behind and is using wings to fly him down the hallway.
Claw and the dinosaur keep pounding the nightmare thing.
The two minions finally drop Emrael's foe.
And with that,........Satari is not grappled; can just do a single attack on the mothman carrying Beldan.
"Invisible creatures again. Why do they think being invisible will help them?"
Satari climbs hand-over-hand up Beldan's struggling form, grabbing breeches, belt, shirt, and whatever else comes to hand. He searches for whatever force is conveying the rogue away from the group, and will either grab or batter anything corporeal that he finds.
The monk is aoo'd by the two visible mothmen and the Thing hanging in the void.
The mothmen combine up a 27 vs his cmd to grapple him off of Beldan.
The 'Thing does 20 hp damage; also Satari needs to save vs nightmare dream power; dc 21 fortitude.
Damage is 1d4 wis and fatigue if he fails the save.Satari, if not defeated by the grapple to his srd, can punch the invisible mothman carrying Beldan; it has its legs wrapped around his torso from behind and is using wings to fly him down the hallway.
edit......Satari's not grappled; teh bigby hand made sure of that.....
Elganhawk, not wanting to try and grab Beldan while Satari is hanging from him, and not wanting to risk trying t attack the invisible carrier for the same reason, attacks the nearest flying/lightning spitter instead.
He folds his wings and dives, streaking towards his target like an arrow. A particularly large arrow, trailing sparks and flame as it streaks towards it's target,...
1d20+17; 1d6+8+1d6+1d6
1d20+12; 1d6+8+1d6+1d6
1d20+17
Elganhawk streaks from above like an incoming missile, his claws tearing at his foe as he burns and shocks the creature simultaneously. Then he is gone, only the wounds he caused and his scream of triumph to indicate he was ever there,...
Elgan gets one attack; it's a crit; the bottom mothman not grappled by the 'hand is hit.
It's alive.
Elgan takes an aoo from one of the two void things.
He takes 24 hp, and needs to save vs nightmare dream power; dc 21 fortitude.
Damage is 1d4 wis and fatigue if he fails the save.
elgan's half off the map. I can't seem to make it longer.....
Pip; Satari are up to bat.
Emrael:
Oh man.....your first final is in 4 hours. It's in "orc studies."
Emrael:
The door starts creaking open. A miem head looks in....
Elganhawk, not wanting to try and grab Beldan while Satari is hanging from him, and not wanting to risk trying t attack the invisible carrier for the same reason, attacks the nearest flying/lightning spitter instead.
He folds his wings and dives, streaking towards his target like an arrow. A particularly large arrow, trailing sparks and flame as it streaks towards it's target,...
***SNIP***
Elganhawk streaks from above like an incoming missile, his claws tearing at his foe as he burns and shocks the creature simultaneously. Then he is gone, only the wounds he caused and his scream of triumph to indicate he was ever there,...
heh heh
Pip sends another volley of bane arrows into the one he quilled
Additional damage for Manyshot:
Bow Attacks (farther than 30'/all feats/Inspire courage/Haste/+2bow/+3arrows):
Elganhawk's flight wobbles slightly, that thing was FAST! It shouldn't have been able to take a swipe at him as he flew by! Then the images hit, a nightmarish kaleidoscope of color and sound and,... NO! Elganhawk shakes his head, dismissing the furious attack with sheer willpower. He glides up into a stall, wheels around, and takes aim once more,...
Pip sends another volley of bane arrows into the one he quilled
Additional damage for Manyshot: 1d8+17+2d6
Bow Attacks (farther than 30'/all feats/Inspire courage/Haste/+2bow/+3arrows):
1d20+21;1d20+21;1d20+19;1d20+19;1d8+17+2d6;1d8+17+2d6;1d8+17+2d6;1d8+17+2d6
Pip's able to finish off the thing 3 facing Dok and the new guy,
and injure thing 2 somewhat.
Satari!
Safari makes an awkward looking strike at the invisible month man.
Satari punches upwards, and hits the mothman in the jibblies.
Their go;.....
the thing in the void touches Satari, and he takes 22 hp in damage.
save as before.
The hand spell disappears.
The two visible mothmen touch Beldan and all three disappear.
[Satari can aoo one if he wishes. However, he's falling now, as Beldan is no longer there.]
And the 'thing fades away as well.
End of combat.
42,400 exp each.
Welcome to 15th level.
Elgan hawk screeches in fury as the creatures fade from sight, then dives after Satari to catch him before he plummets to the ground.
ZZZZZZZ
Satari clutches at empty air as Beldan's form suddenly disappears from beneath his hands. The monk arcs backward, sorely wounded by the mothman's blow and bone-weary from the eldritch evil power of the Dweller in the Abyss. With a desperate effort he folds himself through space to land on the stone floor without falling through the intervening height. He lies there, breathing rapid and shallow, and doesn't move.
heh heh.........
His immediate foe now fallen, Dok eyes the newcomer warily, but doesn't raise his blade. Instead, he nods to the emerald-haired half-pint, then surveys the area to see how the battle has fared and locate another foe to engage... He is, however, careful to ensure that he's not within immediate striking distance of the little dude...
"I'm Squint," the small one with the sharp sword announces.
"Do you have wounded?"
He walks towards Emrael;
"I mean ye all no harm."
"Aye... We gots wounded." Dok says as he takes stock of the battlefield. Then he notices that they're one short. "We gots one missin', too."
"Damn. What the hell were those things?" The spritely stabber says.
Two more greenhairs come out of the wagon; a burly wee sprat in a breastplate and a lass in a chain shirt. She scoots over to Emrael.
Emrael's at h.p.s above what she was at now.
Emrael awakens.
The elf's features soften as the pain is eased and she says, "But you don't understand, I really haven't had enough time to study. I'm not ready!"
When she opens her eyes, the confusion is obvious - both with her surroundings and facing her green-haired healer. "I.. ah.. Thank you, I was not in this place. Have we prevailed? I'm sorry, I am called Emrael. How may I address my savior?"
The elf pushes herself up to a sitting position. "Those things just kept coming, wave after wave." She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs.
"I'm Zani," says the greenhaired lass.
"Are you okay, Miss?"
(hp's sound about right).
"Zani, I'm conscious and grateful to you for that state. I will be fine, thanks."
"Where did you and your friends come from?"