"I'm coming up if there's space? I don't wanna miss another tussle!"
Pendrick flies up the ladder, keen to see what is going on in the loft.
and just in time for the next explosion/brain melt. If there's no room in the loft, Pendrick will continue to watch the doors with a readied action, but from the base of the ladder
Shekebbet's staff swirls nimbly in his grasp, as he attempts to block any incoming attack from the tiny creature.
Delaying until the creature strikes and then attempting to Aid Other on it's target to give them a +2 to AC.
He also dredges his memory of any scrap of arcane lore that might be of use in avoiding a fight with such a guardian construct, or, if necessary, to quickly and safely defeat it!
Is this thing alive? Could it be a real faen trapped in crystal? Keiva decides to see if she can reach the crystal faen's mind. Reaching into her pouches, she pulls out some baubles and calls upon the gods to link her mind with that of the faen. Then, hesitantly, she reaches out to touch it. Stop! she cries to its mind.
[ooc]Keiva casts contact; Wild Magic (1d100=9); Melee touch (1d20+1=15)
I was going to ask if I could use the roll to try and knock the crystal whosit over, but with that roll, I'm not going to bother. Tzu just fell over herself.
Pendrick grunts his way into the loft, readies his sword and shield and attacks the wall. don't know if I can do all that and attack, but the attack roll is a natural one
"This is your last chance to surrender!" An obviously confused Pendrick shouts, looking back and forth between the animated statue and the decidedly inanimate wall.
Seeing that everyone else has been unable to stop the statue, Keiva decides it's time she stepped in. Drawing her ice axe, she tries to shatter the mindless thing.
Attack (1d20+1=11), damage (1d6=6)
"Eyes...itching...Ahh.aaah..choo!" Pendrick, chokes, stumbles, and rubs feebly at his eyes with the edge of his shield. His dismal parry barely protects him from a vicious, albeit imaginary, assault launched by the wall.
what manner of sorcery is this? it's like that dream of swimming in honey I used to have when I was a boy
"I... I tink we've been entanted" spews a barely coherent Pendrick.
ANOTHER natural one. I'm not going to roll damage, for fear you'll apply it against Pendrick!
'Third time's the charm!' Pendrick pulls himself together long enough to get off a decent attack at the wee statue.
attack roll: 15+4=19 (longsword) damage: 8+3=11 (d8)
"I can't believe four of us are going to be defeated by a statue my size!" Keiva mutters. "Keb-lokal, guide my hand to destroy this abomination!" she calls to the god of things (especially faen-related things) that should not be. Apparently the god hears her prayer, for Keiva's ice axe bites into the statue's side.
Attack (1d20+1=18), Damage (1d6=5)
"I hope there's something in that box apart from living statues." Tzu looks grumpily at the remnants of the crystal thing and restrains herself from kicking them.
Shekkebet looks uncomprehendingly at the enormous dent in his side from the tiny statue and topples over soundlessly, opaque lids sliding down over his normally unblinking eyes.
Pendrick gives the statue a final smack for good measure and goes to his friend's aid.
'Forgetting our deal? I take the bruises, you make something of yourself'
...something indeed: recently transformed into a willing slave of our ancient oppressors; currently a battle casualty. I'm sure glad you know what we're doing old friend. damage to statue is 2+3=5, heal skill check is 16+1=17...assuming we drop out of bullet time. I don't think there's anything I can do with a successful check now that he's already stabilized, but if I can, I will
Keiva kneels beside Pendrick to examine Shekebbet as well, whispering her second prayer of the evening to Hyathine. Looking up, she says, "If you give me an hour, I can probably heal him. Do you think it's safe?"
Satisfied that the mojh is in no immediate danger, Keiva touches the shards of the shattered crystal faen with the toe of her boot, before slipping a few of the pieces into her pouch. "What's in the box, Tzu?"
Looking at Sekhebbet, an expression of mild concern crosses her face. "Is there anything we can do to make him more comfortable - take him downstairs perhaps?"
Oh, the comedy... Here's a hint, it might be a bit of a struggle to take an unconscious person down a ladder. What are your plans? Essentially, you have two doors downstairs still to go through.
Keiva was trying to provide a solution in my last post. :) She can spend an hour readying new spells, in this case Lesser Transfer Wounds. Of course, doing so might knock her unconscious, but that's the only healing I can do. The question is, is it safe to stay up for an hour while she readies the spell?