Bodies on the Riverbank - Round 2 continued
Sorry Quinta, you probably know enough to guess that this is some type of outsider, but not any specifics about it.
This is a type of fiend known as a shadow demon. A dangerous adversary, immune to cold, electricity, and poison and further powerful defences. However, it is vulnerable to bright sunlight, difficult enough to find this deep in the jungle. Shadow demons have the ability to possess the bodies of their victims.
Yekskya nocks two arrows and begins firing at the new threat. Grasping his bow, he can feel its strength and it is as if his weapon was purposed for just such a time as this, wood lovingly slivered from the heartwood of a tree animated by a treant, shaped by a jungle dryad, the green of leaves ingrained into the wood itself. Its curve seems to adjust its pull to match Yekskya's strength. The first arrow misses, but the second seems to hit the misty, shadowy creature. The cold iron arrowhead digs in deep, though from here it merely looks suspended in the air. It hisses in consternation, perhaps surprised that you were able to hit it. Second arrow hits for 16 points damage.
Unsure of this turn of events and as to the identity of this new adversary, Zaghigoth pauses with shield raised, looking to his comrades for inspiration as to how to defeat this thing. +4 dodge bonus to AC.
Oshok'arr is still tearing through the jungle.
The shadowy figure seems indistinct in the gloom of the jungle and suddenly it moves and it is as if it has merged with shadows about you, playing with the alternating patches of light and dark. You twist about, looking for some sign of it. Finally, you see a pair of glowing eyes appearing over Krolmnite's shoulder. It must have moved around the party, but how it got there it may as well have been invisible. It mutters dark, sibilant syllables.
Once again Nkechi clutches his wooden idol of Gozreh, chanting for his god's help. You watch him and the old hermit stares back with wide eyes. It's clear, he doesn't have any idea what this thing is either.
Hskoro dashes forward and leaps up, bringing a fist down hard on where the shadow figure is floating. His fist passes through its form with no discernible impression. He lands in a crouched position, studying his enemy.
Cat's still running through the jungle. You reckon you've left the fight far behind, but it's difficult to force yourself to stop running.
Everyone else up to bat.
Updated Map Your foe is now in the lower middle of the battle map.
19 - Itombu
19 - Nkechi
18 - Hskoro
17 - Cat
13 - Quinta & Ssss
13 - Krolmnite
10 - Yekskya
6 - Zaghigoth & Oshok'arr
Hskoro melee attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18