"I'm sure this thing has a body within a mile or so."
Chancre wrinkles his nose. "Probably smell it when we get close. If there aren't too many other ghouls, ghasts, wights, weebles, tuna fish, or spectral capers around."
"Okay, then. If we're going to waltz, stop stepping on my feet." Chancre takes out Steve, looks at the incorporeal berbalang, and says, "ٹیگ. تم وہ ہو." However, Steve's force rapier just misses the wispy undead.
Míril decides that the time for sniping has passed, so she drops her bow in favor of her short sword. Dancing around the ghoul so as to flank it with Konstantin, she slices at the ghoul's undefended side. her sword cuts deeply, easily bypassing the creature's armor, cutting through the torso and leaving the ghoul in two pieces - utterly destroyed.
Roshan motions towards Samirah to take his place and flank with Chancre, then steps towards the oncoming solid undead releasing several blades, the second of which would have released a gout of arterial spray, had there been any blood flowing through it's unliving veins. A swift pivot low on the ball of his right foot, left sweeping out behind in counter-balance and Radiance again arcs towards the insubstantial berbala-whatsamacalit leaving shards of whispy darkling shadow trailing behind as it passes through its center mass.
The undead creature lashes out at Chancre unerringly, almost seeming to remove something from the jovial odd man.
Samirah growls in frustration and moves to attack the Ghoul Leader, until she realizes Miril destroyed it. Instead, she flanks the berbalang with Chancre. Her scimitar cuts a deep wound in the spirit creature even if it draws no blood.
"Thank you, искра," Konstantin murmurs to Samirah, punctuating it with a quick squeeze of her shoulder.
Then, to Chancre, "Do you think we could find this lair?" Then, a pause, confusion wrinkling his face. "And also, what is a weeble?"
Míril sheaths her swords and retrieves her bow.
"So, this berbalang thing will be back?" she asks. "Do we want to try and find its physical body now or wait till daylight?"
"Let's find it now." Samirah says, brushing her fingers along Konstantin's hand before turning to Miril. "Waiting until daylight could mean it conjures up more mischief in the meantime." Then she glances back at Chancre. "It should be easy to find if we are tracking by scent."
She pauses, looking thoughtful. "And perhaps instead of 'weeble', what Chancre meant to pronounce was 'Rimu', and since he does not speak Ignan, did not pronounce it correctly. A Rimu is a large, horned oxen, and they smell horribly."
As usual, she sounds very sure of herself.
As though the tangential conversation jostled a memory loose, Samirah looks excited. "The cemetery! Anevia mentioned ghouls there, and strange shadows. This would be a natural place for a monster to hide a body while its soul took a walk elsewhere. Though we may be in for a very large fight when we get there."
"Well, before we head off to seek danger, we should take stock of ourselves. Chancre, how are you? It looked like that berbalang-thing connected a couple of times."
She pauses, looking thoughtful. "And perhaps instead of 'weeble', what Chancre meant to pronounce was 'Rimu', and since he does not speak Ignan, did not pronounce it correctly. A Rimu is a large, horned oxen, and they smell horribly."
As usual, she sounds very sure of herself.
"Oh," Konstantin says, nodding in apparent understanding.
"I would rather find it now," Chancre says, pausing to cast Lesser Restoration on himself.
...and then casting it again
"A weeble is a special type of vampire. It hops rather than walking. If pushed over, it springs back upright. People who live in weeble territory build their houses with low lintels so that the weeble cannot enter. They are vulnerable to holy scrolls stuck to their foreheads, and ..." Chancre wrinkles his own forehead as he thinks.
"Some of them can be stopped with a bowl of rice grains. They have a counting compulsion. They're not very smart, and they don't smell very good. There's probably a different name for weebles, but this is the one I know them by."
Konstantin shakes his head. "Southerners," he says with a trace of wonder.
Once the first aid has been applied and discussions of hopping vampires has been concluded, the group is able to pick their way west towards the vast cemetery. As you go along, the city buildings vibrate as a deep roar rocks across the city from the north.
You get to a gully of the Ahari which blocks off the south bank from the land of the undead, which is spanned by an old wooden bridge. Although the bridge is clear of the undead, on the far side, a few hundred feet away you can make out forms moving in the weak moonlight.
Samirah makes a face at Chancre's response. "This cannot be a real thing."
When they make it to the bridge, she makes sure she's got nothing jangly on her arms that would make noise, and creeps across the bridge to get a closer look at the probably-ghouls.
Quiet as a shadow, Míril shadows Samirah out to scout the undead.
Samirah and Miril make their stealthy way across the old wooden bridge, which seems to do fine under their slight weights although it shifts alarmingly with the gusts of wind coming down the gully.
Konstantin waits until the creature is in range, then hurls a snowball at the dark form.
Save DC 21
Chancre stands next to Konstantin and peers into the darkness.
His standard action is to cast Shield of Faith on himself.
His move action is to ensure that he is between Konstantin and the winged beast.
"Not as many undead as we were led to expect. But check out that crypt they seem to be avoiding."
Roshan
magic: +1/+1
masterwork: +1
Pt.Blank:+1/+1
Deadly Aim:-2/+4
Bard:
A glance back behind his left shoulder, then a sudden quick spin and the golden glowing blur of Radiance arcs up into the midnight darkness of the night marking it's path like a tracer round. A surprised and angry shriek soon follows, piercing the inky blackness.
She seems perfectly content to move ahead and start the fight, and does in fact move a few inches forward on the bridge.
From the west, the sound growing in volume as the creature roaring speeds over the broken roofs of the city, is the deep penetrating demand for attention that announces the beast of Drezen is hunting.
Chancre, quick to act as always, casts a protective spell and places himself as guard between Kon and the chimera.
The three-headed creature beats its wings in a fast peace, cutting the distance to the bridge in half, about thirty feet above the ground.
A glance back behind his left shoulder, then a sudden quick spin and the golden glowing blur of Radiance arcs up into the midnight darkness of the night marking it's path like a tracer round, hitting even at the extreme distance. A surprised and angry shriek soon follows, piercing the inky blackness.
Ice forms in Konstantin's hands, waiting for the creature to move within range of the hard-packed spell.
The chimera zips forward, it's mouth opening...
The breath leaves the ground littered with icy blocks.
Konstantin looks the chimera over. "Resistant to cold and fire, but immune to lightning. Не хватает устойчивы, я думаю."
Hallit: "Not resistant enough, I think."
His hand and forearm once again frost over, and he hurls another snowball at the monster.
Save DC21
Samirah is clearly frustrated as she turns back to the bridge and has no quick means of reaching the monster above them.
Samirah curses in Ignan. "Would someone be so kind as to give me a hand?"
As the chimera's breath washes over him, hanging icicles off his eyebrows, Chancre frowns deeply as he ducks aside and his mythic power surges -- which leaves him perfectly in position as a passing butterfly freezes solid and shatters on the ground , absorbing the worst of the blast.
Samirah curses in Ignan. "Would someone be so kind as to give me a hand?"
The hooded monk, cloak partially shredded and stained red with his own blood cocks his head questioningly, shrugs, and begins to move forward.
...which leaves him perfectly in position as a passing butterfly freezes solid and shatters on the ground absorbing the worst of the blast.
A raised eyebrow and a grudging nod of respect as he passes for someone who can use so small a circumstance to such great effect.
Roshan
magic: +2/+2
masterwork: +1
Pt.Blank:+1/+1
Deadly Aim:-2/+4
Bard:
Roshan unleashes a handful of metal shards as covering fire as he sprints forward, not quite managing to get up to the hovering monstrosity. Red lines mar the great creatures coat as some of the deadly cold iron still manages to draw blood.
Chancre gestures with Steve. "Are chimeras intelligent or mere beasts?"
"Can we talk, or are we limited to death?" he calls out in a loud voice.
When Samirah asks for the hand, she's gesturing upwards to the Chimera. But then she grins, slipping her hand into a pocket
Seeing the chimera distracted by Kon's ice, Míril draws a bead on the Beast of Drezen's underbelly. She shoots two arrows into it.
Chancre gestures with Steve. Steve's force rapier appears in mid-air, skewering the chimera. "Are chimeras intelligent or mere beasts?"
"Can we talk, or are we limited to death?" he calls out in a loud voice. One of the creature's heads turns in Chancre's direction, tracking the talking-one, but verbally the only response is the bleat of the goat head - so much quiter than the dragon's roar.
Clumsy from the cold, the creature wings about in the air, landing with a loud thud on the edge of the bridge. But is stymied by the ice and can not attack.
Roshan unleashes a handful of metal shards as covering fire as he sprints forward, not quite managing to get up to the hovering monstrosity. Red lines mar the great creatures coat as two of the deadly cold iron weapons manage to draw blood.
Konstantin looks the chimera over. "Resistant to cold and fire, but immune to lightning. Не хватает устойчивы, я думаю."
His hand and forearm once again frost over, and he hurls another snowball at the monster. But in the crush of combants right in front of him, the magic goes wild.
A momentary pause and much of the cold-caused wounds heal.
Not put off by Konstantin's step back to use his magic the chimeric dragon steps forward, around Chancre, only the white dragon's head snapping at the silver-scaled man. () The teeth sink in, but the falling shards of encompassing ice keep the creature from attacking further.
Chancre -14
Kon -38
Roshan -30
"Alas, Chancre, you are denied your conversation. Unless you also speak goat?"
To the chimera: "ড্রাগন, আমি প্রভুর শীতকালীন জন্য ধর্মঘট." Her accent twists the words and the language is spoken slowly, haltingly. Respectfully.
Roughly, "Beast, I strike for Lord Winter."
Samirah, now comfortably in her element, lunges forward with her red-hot scimitar to attack the creature.
piercing
cold
Save DC 23
Trip attack:
"Hey!" Chancre says when the dragon head ducks around him.
"Rude."
To the chimera: "ড্রাগন, আমি প্রভুর শীতকালীন জন্য ধর্মঘট." Her accent twists the words and the language is spoken slowly, haltingly. Respectfully.
The dragon head snaps to look at Samirah, leaving the leopard head to keep an eye on Konstantin and the goat to blink at Chancre. The beast roars at Samirah, disagreeing.
Chancre triggers Steve a second time, and now there are two force rapiers attacking the Chimera.
"...what tongue was that?"
"Just angry, I think. But I am new to the language."
Samirah roars back at the dragon head of the chimera.
"My beloved threatens the beast in the sacred tongue of my ancestor. Some fell magic enables at least the draconic head to understand, and perhaps spurs its hatred of me. Silvers are not fond of whites, an opinion I am coming to share."
"I don't like any monster that ruins a perfectly good kitty," Chancre says, gesturing toward the leopard head.
"My beloved threatens the beast in the sacred tongue of my ancestor. Some fell magic enables at least the draconic head to understand, and perhaps spurs its hatred of me. Silvers are not fond of whites, an opinion I am coming to share."
She looks a little unsure of herself. "It felt appropriate. And hatred often leads to mistakes made."
At Chancre's comment, a half smile appears. "It looks to have ruined a few animals."
Roshan
magic: +2/+2
masterwork: +1
Pt.Blank:+1/+1
Deadly Aim:-2/+4
Bard:
Roshan's blades slice into the base of the draconic throat, burying themselves in a tight pattern and a small fountain of gore.
She looks a little unsure of herself. "It felt appropriate. And hatred often leads to mistakes made."
"Whatever stops him biting me."
<-immediate, no can do again
down to 2 mythic points
Chancre triggers Steve a second time, and now there are two force rapiers attacking the Chimera. However both rapiers just bounce off the creature's heavy armored hide.
The chimera blows a huff of freezing fog in Samirah's direction before whirling back towards Konstantin. Teeth, horn and claws - all aimed at removing the sorcerer from the world - all hitting. The bites sinking in and holding pulling flesh in opposite directions.
As Konstantin falls, the chimera whirls onto Chancre, jaws dripping with blood.
And behind him, ice coats over Konstantin's body, his wounds healing (), but not enough for the eyes to open.
*fire resistance 10
Roshan's blades slice into the base of the draconic throat, burying themselves in a tight pattern and a small fountain of gore.
Now completely focused on Chancre, the chimera snaps and claws at the healer. Although Chancre's armor abosorbs the blow of the horns and one claw, he is still battered and bloody by the attack. However, the massive rending of the two fanged jaws that took Konstantin down does not happen to the stalwart inquisitor ... this time.
Chanre -14,-47
Kon -79
Roshan -30,-16
After watching Konstantin fall to the chimera, all of Samirah's fire is in her eyes and the smile on her face is a lot like the one a predator might wear before catching its prey.
"তিনি ইচ্ছা করলে তোমাদের নিজেকে হত্যা করতে পারে না হতাশ হতে হবে."
"He will be disappointed he could not kill you himself."
Determined to convey her deep displeasure with the chimera's choices, Samirah climbs onto the beast and attempts to remove at least one of the heads from its body before jumping back to the ground near Chancre. To everyone's eyes, her second swing merely bounces off the thick hide of the beast, but her image flickers, distorts, as though she's gone back in time for just a moment to swing a third time before she jumps.
"Bad kitty!"
Chancre draws his corkscrapier and attacks the chimera directly. "Meow!" he says to the leopard head. "Baaa!" to the goat. Random syllables from Samirah's comment to the dragon: "শীতকালীন!"
"The very worst kitty." Samirah agrees.
Seeing the chimera take down Konstantin, Míril grimly draws another bead on the Beast's underbelly. She shoots two arrows into it.