Don't forget, Ieana also drops any held items (assuming she's also in a weird transformed state just looking like a dream snake).
Turns out Desna was wrong: Makoa and Mahjik could have handled it without us. It is the Age of Lost Omens, when you can't trust portents.
Getting one lucky round in... maybe that would've been enough. But if she gets at least 1 turn to actually act, with just Makoa and Mahjik, that might be enough to turn it around for her. She is(was?) a freaking high level cleric(?) - no doubt a bit of hitpoint damage wouldn't faze her.
Are you using Mahjik's flavor text as his action for the round, or does he simply cease to exist (in the initiative order) in a puff of dream logic?
I'll assume he's just missing.
Mahjik scampers after Makoa culminating in a cartwheel attack on the snake.
Attack, Stunning Fist DC 18 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Well... she is a goddess.
Sense Motive 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Mahjik vaults onto Makao's head, posing from atop in a stance known as monkey steals grapes. "Wise snake would do well to run and hide, for nobody has bested our combined forms!"
Yes. Yes I can feel it. This is definitely Mahjik's spirit animal.
Douena would probably ask Osumare "is it working?" every 2 minutes.
Mahjik scratches himself tentatively. Then runs around in a little circle, jumping and somersaulting until he feels comfortable with how his limbs work as a monkey. While doing so he asks the crocodile, "Makao? Or are you one of the dream girls? In that case... well... I guess wise man says to expect the unexpected."
Mahjik grins to Douena, "Wise man would step out of the darkness to hide in the light. Have you considered that, perhaps, before the demon corrupted their actions, these girls were doing the work of Desna? And that Desna has guided your footsteps here to rescue them?"
Mahjik is certainly keen to try it. This works along for his primary motivation for being on this adventure.
If demonic domination is likened to cholesterol, then having three girls attend to you in your dreams must be a fruity cocktail of some sort.
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"It's all right," Douena assures her in Polyglot. "It wasn't your fault. She made you." She scrambles over the dead devil-woman Pezock is methodically hacking to pieces. "Mahjik, are they all right? You didn't hurt them, did you?"
Mahjik grimaces a little, "Not reaaally, I mostly just hit the nerves - causing them to lose their senses. But... with that one," he points to Alala, "I think I heard a bone a crack. Just a little. I'm sorry."
"Not much longer," Mahjik smiles at Alala as he closes the gap to her, "please accept my apology in advance." He strikes at her, cautious not to cause serious harm, but forceful enough to knock her out as fast as possible.
Flurry 1, Power Attack, non-lethal 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 2 = 22 damage 1d8 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 4 = 13
hmmm... that is well above average damage. Alala may be sleeping a while with that.
Mahjik follows up with a quick succession of powerful taps to the left and right temples of Osumare's head. The impacts don't break or rupture the body - hardly any permanent damage - but they are forceful enough to leave anybody worse for wear.
Flurry attack 1, Power Attack, non-lethal 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15 damage 1d8 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 4 = 6
Should Osumare go down with the first attack, Mahjik will 5ft step and continue against the next dancer.
HP 53; AC 22
Mahjik looks a little worried as he sees Makao's ferocious bite do barely a trickle of damage. "What's she got? How come isn't she doing the writhing roll of pain? Douena! You have to do it! Desna's spirit is in the starknife! Get her quick!" He moves in with a slight detour to avoid getting hit to AN20 and to support Douena against the other combatants. He attacks Osumare by forcefully gripping a muscle in her shoulder - enough to hurt and incapacitate, but the attack itself is not lethal.
Attack, non-lethal, Stunning Fist DC 18 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Sense Motive 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
"Oh?" Mahjik turns his attention to Zakija. "Actually, I might be interested - it sounds not unlike the heightened state of awareness that monks strive for in meditation. If the same could be achieved with other means... that would be a thing worth investigating and rep- and think about." He grins, "Besides, I think we can risk one or two of us visiting the dream world you speak of. If enemies attack, you could return us to wakefulness quickly, yes? We can do it after dinner?"
Extra Sense Motive to gauge their response to the question 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
With only three of the Mwangi, Mahjik waits for an opportunity to quietly mention to one of his companions (let's assume Ursa): "I sense there is something deeper here - it is like Masozi and Osumare defer to Zakiyya in everything, but more so. Almost like Zakiyya has some form of mental control over them."
Mahjik is keen to try whatever they have on offer. And that aside, we need to earn level 6 somehow - this may be a far more controlled opportunity than many that we might face otherwise.
"Wise man would not overly dwell on the exposed flesh of maidens as they frolic in the water. How their bosoms heave and glisten in the heat of the sun and their voices entice the birds of the forest to sing with them." Mahjik says. At the sideways glances he responds with, "What? Father Andersin was a very wise man."
The hulking fey twists its neck to glance at who prod it with a pointy metal bit, Mahjik's foot shoots out almost vertical to strike the creature with a jaw cracking uppercut-like kick. As the lights in its eyes go out Mahjik renders its death complete with a follow-up stomp with the same foot.
Flurry 1, Power Attack 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 16 damage 1d8 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 4 = 11
In those kinds of situations I tend to think an impromptu compromise works best, such as allowing an acrobatics check and getting an additional +X on the check (or something along that kin).
"Wise man should not underestimate the lithe and grace of the under-trodden," Mahjik remarks to himself as he sees Douena flit between the hapless spriggans. She's reckless! She's isolated herself on the other side - I must stop this creature from acting at all costs. Mahjik slips by Sasha to I155and purposefully drills his right hand's index and middle fingers into the nape of the Spriggan before him - not enough power to severe vital tissues, but enough to disrupt the flow of the vessels inside. With the luck of the fates enough to stun the creature stiff.
Attack, Flanking, Stunning Fist DC 18 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 14 damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
HP 53/53; AC 26
"These things are monsters! Watch out! They're attacks are devastating!" Mahjik closes the distance to the nearest spriggan and quickly punches twice right underneath where he figures their rib cage ends. Hopefully this one will give us a break; guide this breath-stopping palm Irori!
Flurry 1, Power Attack, Stunning Fist DC 18 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 21 damage 1d8 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 4 = 6
Move action: to H153
"Wise man embarrasses neither his providers nor his receivers," Mahjik intones as he forms a protective layer between the spriggans and the rest of the party.
Mahjik tries not to be obvious, or startle the stalker, but he speeds up a bit to get closer to the center of the group to catch more of his allies' ears. "We're being tailed. Somebody - or somebodies - have been stalking us for a while now. It would be wise to be ready for anything."
Little does Felos know that our GM is sooo meta he has a random ambush in a different AP!!!
"Eclectic, yes?" Mahjik grins at the new elven companion. "I understand that you have a grudge against the Aspis - and I'd be very surprised if we don't run into more of them sooner rather than later. But, that said, sometimes I feel the gods are toying with us, as we've encountered any number of strange creatures. Most tried to kill us. A couple were friendly. I guess you fall into that category. The point being, wise man would prepare for many eventualities."
"For many of us, this journey started a long time ago when we were shipwrecked, that we are together now still is a testament to the hardships we've overcome together. I suspect, somewhere down below, inside us, many of us sense that together we can achieve more than if we part ways. Perhaps that is why we are here now: following an uncertain ambition in the hopes to become more than what we are."
Watching the tengu move off, Mahjik mutters to Douena, "Do you think he's molting or something?" He grins, then adds "Primarily I cared about me spending time in Kalabuto, not the group as a whole. My personal mission, happily, does not interfere with the task we have before us - other than that I occasionally need to investigate something independently. I don't expect there to be another such opportunity any time soon."