Argor steps up behind Nyugusk and lets a bolt of acid fly at the crocodile. The acid strikes the creature, melting a small patch of it's thick hide.
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Ouch, that hurt. Hrimnagel recovers from his paralysis and reciprocates the appreciation that he received from Argor for saving his life: nothing.
Hrimnagel stabs at the madman with his magic dagger flanking with Gromm.
"Stupid people breathe stupid gas. " Grommuk gives a rather comical—but effective—smack across the back of the pudgy man's head.
Though she would like to back up even further away from the monstrous crocodile, Cladissa moves forward to bring her within hex range. She tries to warp its fortune against it to her comrades' favor.
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Saves.
Nyugusk tries to subdue the crazed human, awkwardly attempting to deal knock him out without killing him. He can’t manage an effective nonlethal bite, but his claws manage to bruise and grab him.
Meanwhile, his gaze is drawn back to the crocodile. ”What do you all think? Can that thing bust out to here?”
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A huge reptilian snout comes lunging out of the mist, filled with rows of gleaming yellow teeth. It is a massive crocodile bursting through the doorway, trying to grab ahold of Nyugusk. It's head and snout alone are as long as a man is tall. This is truly a huge specimen. Nyugusk is caught completely off guard and freezes as the massive jaws hurtle towards his face. Just before they clamp down on him, the croc's shoulders slam into the doorframe and it comes up short. The thing's mouth snaps shut in inch in front of Nyugusk's nose with an audible clap, before the croc pulls itself rapidly back into the restrooms.
As the Pathfinders stand in momentary disbelief at the sight they just witnessed, the chubby, mist-maddened clerk comes rushing out of the room to attack. He swings a rigidly clawed hand at Nyugusk, who is still frozen in shock. The clerk's fingers catch him in the throat, where they scratch five long bloody furrows up the underside of his chin. Thankfully, the half-orc's hide is tough, and the clerk's fingers don't tear open any veins or arteries.
Argor steps up behind Nyugusk and lets a bolt of acid fly at the crocodile. The acid strikes the creature, melting a small patch of it's thick hide.
Hrimnagel stabs at the madman with his magic dagger flanking with Gromm.
"Stupid people breathe stupid gas. Shut up, stupid!" Grommuk gives a rather comical—but effective—smack across the back of the pudgy man's head. The ravening scribe bounces slightly as he hits the floor, before slumping onto his back, eyes closed.
Though she would like to back up even further away from the monstrous crocodile, Cladissa moves forward to bring her within hex range. She tries to warp its fortune against it to her comrades' favor. The enraged crocodile's spirit throws off Cladissa's curse with tingle of psychic feedback into her mind.
Nyugusk readies himself to bite the crocodile once it comes within his reach.
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The crocodile rushes up to the doorway, and Nyugusk lashes out at it. His tusky maw snaps shut on the thing's nose, but he fails to penetrate it's thick scaly hide.
The crocodile returns the blow, snapping at the largest and most aggressive target in front of it. The giant reptile's vice-like mouth grips the half-orc's arm then it thrashes its head rapidly back and forth shredding muscles and tendons and fracturing his humerus. The crocodile attempts to maintain its grip, and draw Nyugusk close to it for a death roll, but the bulky form of Grommuk gets in the way, and the crocodile lets go.
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Crit
Fail
Fail, no space.
Cladissa winces when the crocodile throws off her hex and then chomps down on Nyugusk. She presses the magical assault, making eye contact with the massive beast as she assails its will to fight. She punctuates her attack with a fit of laughter.
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Make that 8 rounds.
Grommuk leaps back and waits for an opportunity to pound the overgrown lizard poop out of their opponent.
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Argor grasps the wand from his side and mutters the command word, directing the dark magic into Nyugusk's transmuted form.
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Hrimnagel stabs at the croc with his magic dagger and then steps back to try flanking with the half-orc.
Nyugusk feels the urge to pass out as his arm gets ripped apart. Instead he stumbles backward, out of the way of the beast's jaws, and stars to fumble with the healing extract at his belt.
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The crocodile rushes up to the doorway, and Nyugusk lashes out at it. His tusky maw snaps shut on the thing's nose, but he fails to penetrate it's thick scaly hide.
The crocodile returns the blow, snapping at the largest and most aggressive target in front of it. The giant reptile's vice-like mouth grips the half-orc's arm then it thrashes its head rapidly back and forth shredding muscles and tendons and fracturing his humerus. The crocodile attempts to maintain its grip, and draw Nyugusk close to it for a death roll, but the bulky form of Grommuk gets in the way, and the crocodile lets go.
Cladissa winces when the crocodile throws off her hex and then chomps down on Nyugusk. She presses the magical assault, making eye contact with the massive beast as she assails its will to fight. She punctuates her attack with a fit of laughter.
Grommuk leaps back and waits for an opportunity to pound the overgrown lizard poop out of their opponent.
Argor grasps the wand from his side and mutters the command word, directing the dark magic into Nyugusk's transmuted form.
Hrimnagel stabs at the croc with his magic dagger and then steps back to try flanking with the half-orc. The dagger skids off the reptile's thick hide harmlessly.
Nyugusk feels the urge to pass out as his arm gets ripped apart. Instead he stumbles backward, out of the way of the beast's jaws, and stars to fumble with the healing extract at his belt.
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The crocodile lunges for Hrimnagel, the only target it can still see. It rams through the door, breaking off part of the doorframe, but Cladissa's curse combines with the physics of the situation to slow its momentum considerably. Hirmnagel hops nimbly out of the way, and the croc's jaws snap shut on empty air.
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As Nyugusk retreats, a clear shot appears for Argor, when the beast wedges itself momentarily in the doorway. He musters up a fresh bolt of magical acid, and slings it onto the creatures skull. The mystic substance immediately begins sizzling through the scaly armor of the creatures hide, tunneling towards the creatures neurological center as well as creating a grotesque scent of burning flesh to waft up and mask the odor emanating from Grommuk.
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Hrimnagel readies to stab the croc with his magic dagger when it attacks flanking with Gromm who he hopes can kill it.
Cladissa keeps hexing the croc, this time making it easier to hit.
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Fail. -2 to AC for 7 rounds.
+1 round
Relieved to see the beast's difficulty attacking the shadowy gnome, Nyugusk glances at his mangled arm and decides to take a moment to see if he can stitch it back together with the wonders of chymistry. He pops the cork off of the healing extract on his belt, but finds that -- fickle as the formula is -- this one was tepid at best.
Surely there's a better healing formula out there somewhere. Some day I'm going to have to research one...
As his arm knits slightly back together, he steps beside Grommuk, readying to attack it again.
Hrimnagel steps backward making silly kissing noises at the huge croc and readies to stab it with his magic dagger when it attacks flanking with Gromm who he hopes can kill it.
Grommuk continues waiting for an opportunity to pound the overgrown lizard poop out of their opponent.
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The crocodile lunges for Hrimnagel, the only target it can still see. It rams through the door, breaking off part of the doorframe, but Cladissa's curse combines with the physics of the situation to slow its momentum considerably. Hirmnagel hops nimbly out of the way, and the croc's jaws snap shut on empty air.
As Nyugusk retreats, a clear shot appears for Argor, when the beast wedges itself momentarily in the doorway. He musters up a fresh bolt of magical acid, and slings it onto the creatures skull. The mystic substance immediately begins sizzling through the scaly armor of the creatures hide, tunneling towards the creatures neurological center as well as creating a grotesque scent of burning flesh to waft up and mask the odor emanating from Grommuk.
Cladissa keeps hexing the croc, this time making it easier to hit.
Relieved to see the beast's difficulty attacking the shadowy gnome, Nyugusk glances at his mangled arm and decides to take a moment to see if he can stitch it back together with the wonders of chymistry. He pops the cork off of the healing extract on his belt, but finds that -- fickle as the formula is -- this one was tepid at best. Surely there's a better healing formula out there somewhere. Some day I'm going to have to research one... As his arm knits slightly back together, he steps beside Grommuk, readying to attack it again.
Hrimnagel steps backward making silly kissing noises at the huge croc trying to draw it out into a vulnerable position.
Grommuk continues waiting for an opportunity to pound the overgrown lizard poop out of their opponent.
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The crocodile can't reach anyone, but has eyes on Argor and Cladissa in the room ahead of it. The feline smelling one keeps doing something to it that it doesn't like. It rams its massive body partway through the door, whose frame cracks and buckles more under the pressure. Grommuk, who was waiting for just this chance brings both his fists down in a hammer strike onto the top of the reptile's skull. There's a loud crack of bone breaking. When he withdraws his fists, the crocodile's head looks lumpy and broken, but it's still alive, and angrier than ever. It forgets Cladissa and Argor and lashes out sideways at Grommuk. However, the great beast is lodged firmly in the doorway and cannot reach the towering orc.
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Nyugusk waits for Hrim to get into place and then lunges forward tusks first. He rips a massive hunk of reptile flesh out between his teeth while raking into it's hide with his right claw.
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Cladissa gulps when the croc locks eyes on her and starts to push forward. Then thankfully Grommuk is there with a massive blow that draws its ire. Not sure how much more this thing can take but out of directly effective hexes, she brings up her crossbow and sends a bolt at it.
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Now that the croc is out of the romm, Hrimnagel steps forward to occupy its attention but not enough to draw an extra attack.
Grommuk clenches his fists and attempts to hammer another blow down on the crocodile while the hammering is good. His fists rain down again on the immense creature's head again, seeking to batter broken shards of the crocodile's skull further down into its brain. True to form, Grommuk continues emitting guttural roars and grunts as he unleashes blow after blow like an enraged gorilla.
Taking a few steps away from the beast, Argor lets another dart of acid fly. It hits the creatures flank, barely melting into the creatures thick hide.
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The crocodile can't reach anyone, but has eyes on Argor and Cladissa in the room ahead of it. The feline smelling one keeps doing something to it that it doesn't like. It rams its massive body partway through the door, whose frame cracks and buckles more under the pressure. Grommuk, who was waiting for just this chance brings both his fists down in a hammer strike onto the top of the reptile's skull. There's a loud crack of bone breaking. When he withdraws his fists, the crocodile's head looks lumpy and broken, but it's still alive, and angrier than ever. It forgets Cladissa and Argor and lashes out sideways at Grommuk. However, the great beast is lodged firmly in the doorway and cannot reach the towering orc.
Now that the croc is out of the romm, Hrimnagel steps forward to occupy its attention but not enough to draw an extra attack.
Nyugusk lunges forward tusks first. He rips a massive hunk of reptile flesh out between his teeth while raking into it's hide with his right claw.
Cladissa gulps when the croc locks eyes on her and starts to push forward. Then thankfully Grommuk is there with a massive blow that draws its ire. Not sure how much more this thing can take but out of directly effective hexes, she brings up her crossbow and sends a bolt at it. The bolt embeds in the croc's ruined head.
Grommuk clenches his fists and attempts to hammer another blow down on the crocodile while the hammering is good. His fists rain down again on the immense creature's head again, seeking to batter broken shards of the crocodile's skull further down into its brain. True to form, Grommuk continues emitting guttural roars and grunts as he unleashes blow after blow like an enraged gorilla. His blow crushes what was left of the reptile's thick skull, and most of its brain, sending an unpleasant greyish-red gout of fluid and matter into the air. The crocodile thrashes a couple times as it dies, still wedged firmly into the ruined door.
"Well, that was certainly invigorating," Argor says while stepping over to the now still form of the reptile. He does his best to make his way into the next room and gives it a quick, close look over.
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There is a head of a male half-orc laying on the floor partially chewed up, as well as half a leather belt with a blood soaked ring of keys on it. The whole floor of the room is covered in blood and small bits of...presumably half-orc.
Argor utters a quick incantation, and makes a few gestures, cleaning the blood off the ring of keys. He then mumbles another spell and holds out his hand, and the keys lift up and float to his hand. He turns and steps back into the main chamber.
"It would appear one of your orc-blooded kin met a grim fate. I did find some keys, though."
He wills the keys to float over to Hrimnagel.
This simple room of unadorned stone is piled floor to ceiling with boxes and crates, allowing room for only a few small corridors between these towers of dusty mothballed exhibits.
After making sure the idols are not in fact in this room, Argor moves back out into the hall, but on the way makes a quick stop by a couple of the deceased vargouilles. He uses his dagger to carefully remove a couple of their tongues, and stows them safely away in a pouch for later study.
Once in the main hall, Argor says, "Who knows what horrors we will face in here, but no matter what, Hrimnagel, you need to find these idols. I don't know what they will look like, but as they are the cause of this madness, and you have, most likely, the best weapon to destroy them, that needs to be your primary focus. Cladissa and I will do our best to provide you cover. Nyugusk, Grommuk, do what you do best, and tear any opposition in the chamber beyond limb from limb, unless it appears to be a maddened civilian."
In the brief moment before anyone opens the final door, Argor casts the magic of the scroll held by his invisible servant on Grommuk, causing his body to grow to the size of a giant.
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Cladissa surveys the bathroom, wondering to herself why she didn't feel as revulsed at the grisly scene as she knew she should. It's just meat now, a thought trickles through her puzzlement, and she scowls in response.
Nonetheless, she doesn't linger, and steps lightly into the storage room to help explore. She scales the crates and pounces from stack to stack, sneezing a couple times in the dust as she surveys the area. Once convinced that room is empty of threats, she clambers down and falls in behind the warriors as they approach the final room.
Hrimnagel fiddles with the clean keys looking to see if they are door or chest keys. When everyone is ready, he carefully listens at and checks the next door for non-magical traps and if its locked.
If its locked, he try every key. Murphy's Law says that it's the last key to unlock the door. He stows the keys and opens the door when everyone is ready again.
As the battle ends the transmogrifying half-orc feels the devilish tingle knitting his body back together. He smiles a too-wide, too-toothy smile as his arm is restored to full strength.
"Ready."