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Round 2
Trying to comply with the paladin's request, Herman advances adjacent to Hagan, and casts light on his weapon, illuminating the room much better than before.
No need to kill the mites and derro. Concentrate on the lady on the stage! She's the real threat. These others are just trying to escape! Except for those two!"
Herman points out the two advancing mites, who stand out as the rest retreat for the room's exit.
Jani strains to make out the details of the woman and mites. The woman appears to have a holding a bow and has a sword at her belt, and is armored with a buckler and a breastplate (all rather obscured by billowing robes). The mites appear to have small blades out and a quiver of darts on their back, and don't appear to be armored, though it could be cloth or leather.
Hagan charges a derro and swings mightily, but is not quite accurate enough.
Hagan moves forward and casts light on Hagan's axe, and the room brightens around him.
As Turan moves by, the little mite stabs at him, but Turan only feels a small thump through his armor.
The masked woman fires a longbow at Herman, but it is a very bad shot, flying wide. She screams horribly in frustration at this, and something seems to happen to the mites and derros, causing them to be even more terrified than before.
Her body then moves in a subtle and strange way and suddenly there are two of her, weaving in and out!
Torvic continues forward, dodging behind a drunken mite to flank, with Turan, one of the mites from the dais, bringing his axe against him.
The dwarf gets more revenge, laying the ugly creature low.
Jani aims and fires, hitting the woman midair, but it is unclear under the conditions how badly injured she is.
The derro takes a great blow to his midsection and is greatly wounded but, it appears that these warped creatures are tougher than they look, and it doesn't go down.
Torvic hits a derro as it goes by, weakly striking it.
The mite throws a small dart at Jani, but misses them.
Suddenly, mites and derros are running every direction they can away from the masked woman, fearful or even completely panicked. You even see a look of terror briefly pass through Torvic's eyes before he steals himself, hitting another derro with his battleaxe, but he still appears shaken.
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Wuliem takes a swing at the derro leaving his reach with his staff.
Aura faint transmutation; CL 3rd; Weight 2 lbs.
Slot none; Price 200 gp
DESCRIPTION
This two-spouted funnel is used to safely mix two alchemical splash weapons into a single flask. Using the vial requires 10 minutes and a DC 25 Craft (alchemy) check; a half-elf has a +5 bonus on this check. Failing the check means both splash weapon are destroyed. Success means the two materials are safely mixed into one vial that is the same volume as a normal splash weapon vial; when thrown as a splash weapon, the mixture has the effects of both component substances and creatures are affected as if hit by both. The mixture becomes inert after 24 hours. Only liquids may be mixed with the funnel. The bearer can use it to mix an alchemical splash weapon with either holy water or unholy water, but the Craft (alchemy) DC increases to 30; half-elves still get the +5 bonus on this check. The funnel does not work on potions, elixirs, extracts, or other materials. Mixing a substance with a similar or identical substance (such as alchemist's fire with alchemist's fire) has no effect. A mixture cannot be combined with another mixture.
CONSTRUCTION REQUIREMENTS
Craft Wondrous Item, fabricate or combine extracts discovery; Cost 100 gp
Combined items: alchemist's fire/acid flask 5/5
As the wounded derro moves past, Hagan gets another strong swing in and the derro goes down.
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Price 11.3 gp; Weight 1 lb.
DESCRIPTION
This simple clay pot has two sealed, airtight inner chambers containing alchemical liquids. The jar is thrown as a splash weapon. It shatters on impact, covering the target with a mixture of the two liquids. One round later on your turn, the liquids react and explode with concussive force. The target takes 1 point of sonic damage, is deafened for 1d4 rounds, and must make a DC 12 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round. Creatures within 5 feet of the explosion take 1 point of sonic damage. The target can use a full-round action to scrape or wash off the liquid before it detonates, depositing the material in its square or an adjacent square; the material detonates as normal, though the original target only takes damage as if it were within 5 feet of the explosion.
Turan whirls his three-part staff and destroys a mite as it moves past, then moves forward to give a strong blow to one of the resilient derro, who still stands.
As Herman advances, the alien nightmare-woman seems to whisper directly in his ears, raspy and hauntingly, "You will dream of me!", causing various half-remembered nightmares to begin to well up, but he represses them and moves on.
Now close, and with his keen eyes, Herman notices that the nightmare-woman seems not to have been injured by Jani's bolt - there is no blood on her white robes - despite a good hit...
The creature then fires again at Herman, grazing him, as she flies up and forward and a wave of nightmares advances with her.
Storn brushes these off like an unwanted insect, but Turan is overwhelmed by fears of being once-again out of control, becoming not the perfect being but a diseased and decaying old fool.
Jani searches their comprehensive memories for the likes of the creature, but they feel the creature may well be a unique combination of elven blood and some "nightmare" creature, a creature of mystery and evil.
It may also, judging by the robes, be a special servant of Lamashtu, the goddess of nightmares, monsters, and madness.
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A beautiful rainbow arches overhead while soft, joyful music plays. Hand in hand stand Chelaxian, Taldor, elf, orc, dragon, demon, Tien, and other peoples and creatures of every conceivable type. Their expressions are rapturous with joy, for they have at least found peace. Above, a dove flies into the sunset, bearing an olive branch.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" screams Storn, snapping out of his nightmare. "No you don't! I'll eat your children!"
Storn sheathes his sword and charges through the darkness, yanking out his crossbow.
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Hagan glares at the pandemonium and decides to destroy the evil at the source.
"Out of my way!" he snarls as he rushes past a Derro, to stand by Herman.
He then feels his rage coalesce into something truly profound. For a moment, he sees the image of a his god's holy symbol.
Old Deadeye approved.
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Wuliem moves forward to BD25.
He then hurls a jar at the woman.
Price 11.3 gp; Weight 1 lb.
DESCRIPTION
This simple clay pot has two sealed, airtight inner chambers containing alchemical liquids. The jar is thrown as a splash weapon. It shatters on impact, covering the target with a mixture of the two liquids. One round later on your turn, the liquids react and explode with concussive force. The target takes 1 point of sonic damage, is deafened for 1d4 rounds, and must make a DC 12 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round. Creatures within 5 feet of the explosion take 1 point of sonic damage. The target can use a full-round action to scrape or wash off the liquid before it detonates, depositing the material in its square or an adjacent square; the material detonates as normal, though the original target only takes damage as if it were within 5 feet of the explosion.
Torvic swings and hits a wounded derro, but he is weak and cannot complete the kill.
While Jani contemptuously dismisses the effect, Hagan and Wuliem are not so fortunate, with Hagan unable to repress thoughts of being seeing as a coward and failing before Old Deadeye, and Wuliem sees himself overcome by one of his concoctions, melting into a blob and draining away, forever able to see and hear but powerless to move (or invent), his mind slowly eroding.
Wuliem's jar misses, throwing too high, going up and over the woman-creature and landing on the ground behind her, bursting.
The mite bulges its eyes out at Wuliem to no discernible effect, despite being shaken and under the influence of a mutagen.
She shoots her longbow again, this time letting an arrow fly at Torvic. "You will die one by one, starting with the failed experiment against me!" It sticks into him, but he is still standing strong.
She flies forward and rises again, now 20' above the ground.
Torvic, only having a battleaxe, chases down a mite and takes it down. "One by one!" he exclaims in reply.
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Storn fumbles with his crossbow, enraged at having to use a ranged weapon.
Cold iron doesn't work. If she has all these pansies running scared I bet my fear spell won't work either.
"Damnit, does anybody have some fire? I have a silver blanch but need to heat the damn stuff up! Wuliem, you should have something! Gorum give me power!"
Storn chants out a prayer, and a silver light shines over his weapon. He then fumbles in his pack and produces a small vial.
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Wuliem--shakily--moves forward to BC31.
He reaches into his pockets, producing another jar.
He throws it at her!
Price 11.3 gp; Weight 1 lb.
DESCRIPTION
This simple clay pot has two sealed, airtight inner chambers containing alchemical liquids. The jar is thrown as a splash weapon. It shatters on impact, covering the target with a mixture of the two liquids. One round later on your turn, the liquids react and explode with concussive force. The target takes 1 point of sonic damage, is deafened for 1d4 rounds, and must make a DC 12 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round. Creatures within 5 feet of the explosion take 1 point of sonic damage. The target can use a full-round action to scrape or wash off the liquid before it detonates, depositing the material in its square or an adjacent square; the material detonates as normal, though the original target only takes damage as if it were within 5 feet of the explosion.
The woman-creature seems to have been affected by Herman's silent scream, but, as her actions show, she was not dazed by it.
Jani casts her evil eye on the evil creature, and she seems affected, but for how long?
Turan advances, flanking the flying woman-thing.
Wuliem's previous miss suddenly explodes, shaking Turan!
The burst jar lands just to the north of the woman, starting its congealing reaction.
[ooc[This time marked with a blue dot.[/ooc]
Hagan misses with his spear, as the woman-creature is farther away than he thought, a fault of the play of strange lights and shadows (and being shaken).
At this the woman creature flies closer and descends slightly, then gestures with the unholy symbol around her neck, "Feel the embrace of Lamashtu!", causing a wave of energy to come forth, sapping your life force.
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The mite throws a dart at Torvic, hitting him.
[ooc]Hagan and Wuliem take 5 negative energy damage, everyone else takes 2.
Torvic rushes the last mite and hits it with blow strong enough to take it down, ending the threat.
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Wuliem's confidence has--once again--been shaken!
He takes out an extract and drinks it.
School transmutation; Level alchemist 1
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
EFFECT
Range personal
Target you
Duration 1 round/level
DESCRIPTION
Upon drinking an extract created with this formula, you make a significant change to your magical reserve that modifies the nature of all bombs you create and throw during this extract’s duration. This effect on your magical reserve has no effect on any discoveries that you use to modify your bombs, but you can only have one admixture effect (formula with the word “bomb admixture” in its title) active at a time. If you drink another bomb admixture, the effects of the former bomb admixture end and the new one becomes active.
When you throw bombs, they can only hit a direct target; they do not splash. However, the bomb deals its base damage plus double your Intelligence modifier instead of just its base damage plus your Intelligence modifier.
Turan's rock is powerfully thrown, but misses - and seems deflected!
Under Jani's evil eye, she seems more strongly affected by Herman's silent, ear-shattering scream!
Hagan shakily misses with his bow, and Wuliem drinks his extract - finding confidence in the bottle, as they say?