Tegan tightens her grip on her torch (she lit a new one when they arrived at the mite cave.) She walks a little closer to the companion in front of her, unsure what to think of this dark place. She doesn't say anything because she has nothing to add.
Rendyl grit his teeth as Damiel spoke to him about the kobolds, but then relaxed and let out a pent up breath. "Yes. Bad history. I'd best let you and the others make the decisions about them going forward. I'd like nothing better than to plant an arrow into every one of them, honestly." The ranger put his hand on the elf's shoulder companionably, then set to move out.
As the group made its way through the cave system, Rendyl listened to Damiel explain what he thought was coming from each direction. As Vik made the decision to go towards the known enemy, the lanky ranger nodded his approval, moving to follow though now keeping a wary watch behind them, as well.
As you move west, towards the mites, you reach a cave room where crude, wooden workbenches occupy the center, their tops strewn with various tiny tools, metal and wooden hardware, and blocks of wood. There’s a slope to the southwest, and on it a mite using a miniature catapult rigged out of bones and branches ready to fire, while a second mite, prepares to attack you, seemly charging at the party. You also you heard high-pitched cries of terror coming from somewhere ahead of you.
Round 1-
Ordered Initiative-
Active Effects-
Map-
Notes-
Action-
Vik steps forward to attack the mite with the catapult, hopefully before he can fire it.
Attack:
Damage:
As Vik engages the two creatures, Damiel stows his longbow and begins to provide some serendipitous luck to his companions in their fight against the critters.
Rendyl slid around the others in front of him, patting Damiel on the back as he felt the elf's luck magic wash over him. Lining up a shot at the unoccupied mite, the ranger fired.
Viklop moves fiercely forward, a full swing of his weapon, albeit not beautiful or well executed, was more than enough to dispatch the mite at the makeshift catapult.
Djebelle also moves forward, weapon and shield ready to dispatch the enemy:
But the weapon goes way to far from her target, showing she’s still have a lot to learn in the martial path.
==/==
The second mite, yells in terror or defiance, hard to say, and moves toward Viklop… only to pass thru him trying to drop down from the slop into the next segment of the cave.
And this time, demonstrating his forms and sword skill, the swordlord easily dispatch the remaining mite.
==//==
Searching the corpses is utterly frustrating. They carry a single dagger each, bent and rust and dented. Examining the catapult and ammunition, you also notice that it would most likely offer no danger to the party.
==//==
Up close the high-pitched wails of terror from are even more noticeable, coming from the drop in the slop (another DC 5 Climb).
Looking over the bodies, Damiel snorts when all he finds are the two useless daggers on them, "junk" he says softly, just dropping them on the ground. Turning to Vik, "good work. Glad to have you in the lead. Shall we move on down the slope?"
As Vik starts forward, Damiel, leaving his longbow stowed, takes out his dagger and starts looking for traps as the group moves deeper in the lair.
Nodding with a slight smile on his face in response to Damiel's praise, Vik makes his way down the slope to the next part of the warren.
Climb:
Rendyl offered no words, but did smile at the swordlord after he had quickly dispatched the mites. His grin quickly faded as the wails continued, and he hurriedly followed after the others as they ventured deeper into the cavern.
A swirl of cool air lifts the escaped strands of Tegan's hair. "We... have to climb?" Tegan doesn't look too enthusiastic about the prospect. She looks at the torch she's holding, then down at her skirt and apron. She closes her eyes and sighs, time to embarrass myself again, I guess.
Tegan sets the torch against the wall and tucks her skirt into the waistband of her apron. Leaving any strap of dignity with her abandoned torch, Tegan begins to climb.
The walls of this egg-shaped cavern are obscured by thick tangles of long, pallid roots. To the east, the chamber opens into a wide, root-filled chasm.
A group of six mites are joyously tormenting a kobold. There are other three kobolds hanging limply by their bonds, dead from the mites’ torment. The last kobold shrieks in pain as the six mites take turns poking it with sharp sticks—each shriek eliciting a fresh wave of giggles and cheers from the mites.
The mites are too distracted with their fun and didn’t notice your approach.
Moving swiftly Vik slashes at the first mite with his sword, making sure he has left room for others to move up and support his attack.
Attack:
Confirm Crit:
Damage:
Tegan harnesses her power from within and around her, embracing the cold like a lover. Tiny icicles grow out from the ground, cracking as the element turns solid. The small crystals lift into the air until they are Tegan's chest-level. Then, Tegan sends the ice crystal shards flying towards the mite South of Vik's target.
Smiling in grim satisfaction at the efficiency of his companions, the ranger quickly nocked an arrow and let it fly at one of the murderous creatures, having no love for the small reptilian creatures but not condoning these vicious humanoids' behavior, either.
Knowing that Vik and Rendyl will take care of these nuisances, Damiel begins his serendipitous benefit to the group.
"Not the kobold" he yells at Rendyl, while keeping up the serendipitous benefit for the group by concentrating on it.
Surprised from the sudden violence, the mite can’t do much to prevent Viklop of tearing thru them, cutting of the head of one mite with a single attack, as well Tegan’s ice blast, hurting and entangling the enemy. Meanwhile, consumed by his hatred, Rendyl ignores the mites and shoot at the kobold. Its terrified screens dies immediately, as the creature hangs limp, an arrow piecing his head.
==//==
Taken by surprise, the mites all scurry trying to arm themselves with their crude weapons, yelling something you don’t understand, the two closest one moving in for an attack:
While the others, take darts and throw it against Tegan, Rendyl and Viklop.
However, none of the attacks hits the target.
Round 1-
Ordered Initiative-
Damiel: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Djbelle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Enemies: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Rendyl: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Tegan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Viklop: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Active Effects-
Map-
Notes-
Action-
Figuring that the others can handle the mites, Damiel continues to concentrate on the luck for the group. He simply stands there, dagger in hand in case one of the mites comes to attack him.
Having disposed of the obviously tortured kobold (a mercy killing, of course), Rendyl calmly strung a couple more arrows and started firing at the mites with aplomb, trusting in his light armor to protect him and confident that his efficient companions will also do their part to quickly whittle down the creatures.
Tegan focuses on her power again, this time swirling the cold in a funnel with her body at the center. Snowflakes form in the swirling air, causing the surrounding air to thicken until Tegan can no longer control the force. She fearlessly walks up to the mite and sends the frost blast hurdling into the creature's face.
While Damiel keeps his blessing over his allies, they proceed to deliver lethal justice to the mites.
Tegan unleashes a powerful magic blast, blasting away the mite’s life with a single attack. Rendyl, this time with no more live kobolds nearby, focus his deadly assault on the ugly mites, finishing off the one that Tegan had previously entangled, as well another enemy.
Vikplop continues his attacks as well.
Killing yet another enemy.
Djebelle also charges into combat, wielding her sword and shield.
And finishing off the last enemy.
The mites had no treasures worth keeping except a normal knife each.
The Kobold is still alive, but takes a heal DC 20 to stabilize and unless magic is used, it’s most likely he’ll not wake up for several days.
The room where you are continues to a deep and ominous chasm that splits the passage . The chasm is a few yards wide, and twice as deep, but thick ropes of tangled roots fill the entire area. The passage continues on the far side of the chasm, and between the two ledges, numerous loops have been tied into the roots to serve as hand- and footholds.
Tegan carefully moves close to the gash in the floor and peers down, holding her torch out. She doesn't seem particularly interested in examining the kobold.
After peering down the black crevasse, the beautiful elementalist backs up slowly to rejoin her party.
Rendyl gave his companions a sheepish glance after the brief skirmish, taking Tegan's approach of the crevasse as an opportunity to get away for a minute.
After a cursory inspection, he shrugged. The root-laden crevasse was an obstacle to the other side, but with the multitude of handholds it should be quite simple to get to the other side.
"Continue on to the other side?" He looked back at the others, arching a brow. Unless one of them strongly seemed to think it was a bad idea, the ranger started climbing down into the pit, trying to be careful in the jumble of limbs and roots.
As Rendyl displays his sheepish grimace, Damiel says softly "I know you hate them, but we should try to keep the next one alive" To the others, "nice job" and he follows Tegan and Rendyl to the edge of the crevice, and peers into the distance. When it comes time to climb over it, he follows Vik.
The faint light of torches doesn’t help as the group peeks into the chasm, searching for possible threats. As Rendyl grabs the first root to begin his descent, it gives away , but the ranger is agile enough to avoid falling into the pit.
That however seems to have stirred something else, up the north of the chasm, a huge shadow hisses and starts to move.
Round 1-
Ordered Initiative-
Active Effects-
Map-
Notes-
Action-
On his turn, Vik will move to the cavern entrance (by the vines) and prepare to attack the shadowy creature (unless it beats him to the spot, in which case he will attack it!)
Round 1, Initiative 12:
a huge shadow hisses and starts to move
Tegan gives an involuntary shriek and backs up a full 30 feet. She attempts to reason with the creature: "Leave us alone. Y- You don't want anything to do with us!" Tegan hopes she sounds confident.
Standard Action
Rendyl backed away a step from the edge of the chasm (not actually changed squares), putting an arrow to the string and nocking it. Not expecting Tegan's attempt at speaking to whatever it is to go well, he nevertheless tries to let diplomacy take its course.
As Vik and Rendyl move to the crevice, Damiel gladly stays behind and provides a bit of serendipitous luck to the group and saying "go you guys!"
The thing coming at you doesn’t seem capable or interested in parley. It moves thru the darkness, while Rendyl shoots and misses, and reveal its true form: an elephantine centipede scurries about, its double tail lashing angrily behind it.
The creature attacks the first one in it’s reach.
Taking a nasty chunk of meat from Rendyl’s shoulder.
Round 2-
Ordered Initiative-
Djbelle: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Rendyl: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Tegan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Enemies: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Viklop: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damiel: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Active Effects-
Map-
Notes-
Action-
Djebelle arrives late to defend her companion, but that doesn’t prevent her from trying to salvage the situation.
As the creature scurries forward, Vik slashes at it with his sword.
Attack:
Damage:
Growling in pain as the thing's fangs sink deeply into him, Rendyl wrenched away and backed up a step as Vik stepped up to confront the creature. Pulling his bow up, the ranger let fly.
Rendyl moved away, but not away from the creature’s reach. Altho Viklop is closer to the monster, that doesn’t prevent it from lashing with its tail at the archer.
Then, it directs its savagery to Viklop.
With two hurt, but one way more than other, Djebelle moves closer to Viklop, and heals some of his wounds.
Tegan moves closer to the action and focuses her energy. Cold air swirls around the form, condensing into an icy wind. Tegan releases the small-ish blast towards the over-sized insect.
Immediately after sending a blast of freezing, cold air hurdling towards the party's enemy, Tegan begins to siphon in the element again. The beautiful elementalist seems to suck all of the cold from the room - gathering it into a swirling mass around her slender form. Her own inner cold mixes with the outer element. This time, she has more time to focus since she didn't have to move.
Snowflakes begin to form on the loose strands on her hair and the fold of her dress collar. The icy wind churns, thickening into a white mass. Tegan holds on to the element until it starts to become unwieldy. She releases the force at the last moment, willing it to crash into the enemy.
She looks back up and grips her longspear with both hands. This will have to do. She makes what looks like a defensive pose, angling the tip of the weapon towards her foe.
Round Two
Current HP:15/23
The sting of the giant insect's bite is quickly dispersed by the warm feeling of healing from Djebelle. Gritting his teeth, Vik lashes out once again at the monster.
Attack:
Damage:
Damiel continues to provide serendipitous luck to the group, however as he sees Vik get wounded and only partially healed, during these times he stows his dagger and retrieves his longbow, ready to move up to the front.
Narrowly avoiding the rapidly whipping tail of the creature, Rendyl took another step back, wincing as Vik was savaged by the beast but focusing on the task at hand.
It takes a flurry of arrows, sword strikes and ice blast to put an end to the creature. With on last menacing howl, it falls into the chasm.
Djebelle takes this opportunity to heal again Viklop and Rendyl from their injuries.
”That was too dangerous.” she whispers to Rendyl as she works her magic. ”Be a little more caferul.”
With the creature now dead, the path to the other side should now be safe. What’s the party intentions?
Quickly binding his wound, Vik continues to climb down the vines.
Rendyl sighed as the healing magic flowed through him, nodding his assent to Djebelle. He followed the swordlord down into the chasm, hoping the way up the other side was just as easy as the climb down.
The beautiful elementalist looks wearily into the pit. "Are we really going to go down there? I'm out of power until I rest." She looks down at one of her hands: "maybe I'll wait here while you scout. Just call up if there is a landing."
Viklop and Rendyl moved ahead of the group, crossing the chasm, while Tegan and the less mobile rest of the party are still struggling with the climb. What they didn’t expect, maybe, was that on the other side, there was a welcoming party waiting for them!
Rows of wooden pegs line the earthen walls, some hung with tiny, filthy cloaks. In the center of the room stands a rickety table held together with twine, covered with a filthy red-checked tablecloth and heaped with mounds of dirt and twigs and gravel, apparently arranged to form some sort of map. Sitting at the edge of the map, weighing down a scrap of paper, is a bloodstained ivory statuette of what looks like a crouching reptilian devil. A bulging burlap sack sits under the table.
There, you see four mites waving their weapons dangerously and a mite mounted on a dog-sized tick, that has a grotesquely bulbous body and a thin head equipped with hooked mandibles.
Getting to know the boss.
Round 1-
Ordered Initiative-
Active Effects-
Map-
Notes-
Action-
The trident wielding mounted mite charges forward towards the party, attacking and yelling.
Piercing thru Viklop's defenses and hurting him.
While the mount attacks Rendyl biting with its mandibles.
But missing its target.
Meanwhile, the other four mites throw darts.
@Viklop
@Rendyl
But it's the same as nothing, since none of the mites even got close to hitting.
Unless warned about the enemies, Tegan stands around at the top of the chasm waiting for notification. If the others call out or if she hears noises of battle, Tegan begins her descent.