"Great smelting ores! Good show, gentlemen! I say, small priestess, perhaps it would be best for you to surrender? I mean, we have no particular need to kill you and I for one, would very much like to discuss the nature of your catacombs here. If you agree to surrender yourself into our care, we will not harm you further. What do you say?"
Attack:
Damage:
"Oh my! Somethings in here!"
@Dean: Have a proper action, you should have been able to see the creature for this round, so it's not right for you to just do nothing....
Luc's bolt hits the creature, but it doesn't seem to do much damage. Reynard's hit affects it more, but still doesn't seem to damage it as much as you would expect.
"Oh my! Somethings in here!"
Emmanual will stand and try to grapple with the invisible creature once again.
Dean takes advantage of the imp's appearance to attempt to slow her down a little.
I'd actually mis-read the post, and missed one of the rolls, so he hasn't managed to sneak anything past, this time. ;)
This is correct...
Emmanual will stand and try to grapple with the invisible creature once again.
As Emmanual stands, the quasit snaps at him , but despite her squirming, he catches her in a vice like grip.
That doesn't last long though, as she wriggles free, and promptly vanishes again...
"We are wasting are time fighting this thing. Is there a purpose to being in here? If so let us be done with it and on our way. THIS CREATURE IS NO MORE THAN A PETTY ANNOYANCE!" He says loud enough to make sure the imp hears as he puts his crossbow up, "COME AND FACE LUC, SMALL, TINY, IRRITATING LITTLE BUG! HERE I AM, LOOK AT ME, I HAVE NO WEAPON." He finishes by raising his hands in the air with his palms facing inward and motioning for the creature to come get him.
"We are wasting are time fighting this thing. Is there a purpose to being in here? If so let us be done with it and on our way. THIS CREATURE IS NO MORE THAN A PETTY ANNOYANCE!" He says loud enough to make sure the imp hears as he puts his crossbow up, "COME AND FACE LUC, SMALL, TINY, IRRITATING LITTLE BUG! HERE I AM, LOOK AT ME, I HAVE NO WEAPON." He finishes by raising his hands in the air with his palms facing inward and motioning for the creature to come get him.
"I think you may be right. I'm wet and uncomfortable now. My flour is all gooey. Screw this." A dripping wet Emanuel steps out of the pool and goes to pick up the great sword that he dropped.
Reynard waits for the first sign of activity to fire.
Dean curses as the tiny pest vanishes and once again begins casting to locate her.
Dean curses as the tiny pest vanishes and once again begins casting to locate her.
A few moments of silence pass, as the group all wait for the imp to re-appear, Luc's words echo around the chamber, and all of a sudden, she is visible again, a great green wad of something phlegm like flying towards Luc. It hit's him square in the face.
"I ask for your surrender politely. Please remember that."
Attack with the crossbow:
Damage:
Emanuel will double move up the stairs and look over the balcony.
"Would someone please remind Luc next time, that insulting a tiny demon gets a huge wad of snot blown in your face. Oh, and also makes you feel like you want to vomit." He says as best he can as he attempts to keep himself from losing his lunch.
Reynards shot goes wide, while Witz's hits the beast, although she shrugs off the wound with hardly a flinch.
Abandoning his spell, Dean raises his crossbow and fires.
Reynard draws a dagger in annoyance. "#&$%&# THIS!" pricking his finger with the point he flicks the blood into the pool and steps back, crossbow raised, eyes darting back and forth between the pool and the air to see what unfolds.
Manny draws his heavy crossbow as he reaches eye level with the beastie and fires.
As the well surges into violent action again, the final two bolts also fly wide of the mark.
"Ohhh, you didn't want to do that!" the little imp squeals, before beginning to chant again.
Luc decides to feel sick at this time.
Luc decides to feel sick at this time.
"Fellows, why are we wasting our time here?" Dean asks. "Can't we go back out and block the doors? Come back with a net or something that will do more good than just trying to impale this beastie?"
"As much as I'd like to study that water, I say we leave. No sense in playing tag with the damnable imp if we don't have to!"
"I must say, I'm in total agreement with Wits. Let us take our leave."
As you all make your way to the doors, the liquid in the well continue to froth. The door is opened a crack, and you each sneak through, being careful not to let the quasit out. As Reynard closes the door, he sees another spawn rising from the well, and you all hear the hideous cackle of the quasit...
The door slams shut, and you are left in the ante-chamber....
"You know, as much as I hate that room and the fact that we were beating a dead horse, why does a cackling demon creature give me the feeling that we're gonna regret leaving?" He says with a worried tone. "Oh, one other question I have. What came of your blood being dropped in the pool, Reynard? Did any of you see what happened?"
"Maybe Luc, Ninian and I should stick around to guard this door so the imp and those creatures don't escape, and Witz and Reynard run back up to get reinforcements as well as something to see the creature. Maybe a net too."
"Alright, mon amis, what is it we are to do now? Do we search elsewhere or do we return, with a better plan of course, and find a way to end this demon?"
"Looks like the only place to go is out," Dean says. "Let's go back up to the headmaster of the Academy; maybe he'll be able to tell us how to deal with that little beastie and her nasty pot of summoning." He eyes the stone basin on the dais. "Any chance that can be moved? We could use it to block the door until we get back."
"I am thinking we do not need to block the door. If she wanted to leave she would have done it by now. Remember she has her 'friends' she can call to her aid just with a few drops of blood. And Raynard proved it could be anybody's blood. My guess, would be, she does not want to drain herself, so she has probably been waiting for someone to come down here so she can build herself an army." He says as he adjusts his hat. "She is a demon. I do not know much about them but I 'ave never heard of one that dies of old age or starvation."
"I don't plan to give her time to die of old age or starvation," Dean replies, "but I would like to have some idea where she is when we come back."