Kajetan looks round wide eyed for some one not involved in combat that could maybe help him out, seeing that everyone else is busy, he tries his best to avoid becoming rat food.
Kajetan looks round wide eyed for some one not involved in combat that could maybe help him out, seeing that everyone else is busy, he tries his best to avoid becoming rat food.
The remaining rats surge forward, hissing and biting.
Up on the walkway, the nearest rat-man discards his bow, draws a thin sword and attempts to strike at Pharris across the corner of the walkway, a strike turned aside by the woman’s chainmail.
The one at the far side of the walkway likewise discards its bow, draws a blade and runs around the other side of the walkway, seeking to flank Pharris.
The third creature fires again at Alton, striking the halfling a glancing blow .
A rat snaps at Kajetan as he loads his crossbow; it misses, but the oversized teeth are enough to unnerve the wizard, and his bolt goes wide.
Back in the other chamber, the kobolds hiss and chatter amongst themselves, before Raspit hurls a barrage of questions at Keildrithe: “What’s in there? Why did you come back? What’s that smell? Why do you look green? Where are the devils?”
Keildrithe hugs the wall, sweating bullets and dry heaving. "That... smell..." He gags and nearly vomits as he attempts to answer Raspit's question, then shoos the kobold off with a wave. "Ne-ne nevermind... Stay here and hide... behind... urgh... some clothes racks and you... should... urgh... be fine. Don't... go in there... urgh... until we say so..."
Feeling ashamed for having momentarily deserted his companions, the green-tinged Karand takes a deep breath, draws his sword, steps gingerly past the acid puddle, and attempts a vain stab at the rat that threatens Nicolai. The awful odour in the room overwhelms him yet again and he instead vomits on it, splashing Nicolai in the process...
Murmuring a thankful prayer to the spirits, Pharris steps up into the corner and slashes at the one ahead.
The cloak swirls behind as the greatsword cuts in towards the creatures left leg.
She looks around to see if the other door is about to spill out more opponents.
Kajetan lets out a howl of pain as the rat's foul yellowed teeth sink into him, despite it's small size he can feel the power of it's muscles, this thing is stronger than me. The panic is starting to rise in side him, but he is secretly a little relieved that one rat heads towards Nicolai and saves him from facing two.
Fort Save after nasty rat bite. (1d20+1=15)
;P
Nicholai, still grinning from seeing the effects of his flame burst, lowers his arm and ducks back behind the Urn. His smile quickly fades as he realizes that the only thing that saved him from having a rat chewing on his femur was the lucky timing of his turn and good heavy boots!
"Easy fella, nice critter, maybe we can find you a nice bone to chew on? Besides the one in my leg?! Hey Keildrithe, a little help here!" He says, making 'shoo-shoo' motions with his hands while his eyes dart about frantically looking for an escape.
Keildrithe obligingly leaps back in to assist Nicholai and Kajetan, but his coughing prevents him from skewering the tiny hissing beast.
"Thanks." Nicholai mutters wryly as his eyes continue to dart about, taking in the activity on the catwalk as best he can before looking back to his new feral friend. In spite of the seriousness of the situation, a smirk creeps back onto his face.
"More roast rodent, coming right up!"
I have it as 5 rats, 1 fighting Laithe (B7), 1 fighting me (e6), 1 fighting you (f5) (Keidrithe is not flanking it as he is technically beside you in the door way, Alton is facing two of them (i5 and i6).
I have it as 5 rats, 1 fighting Laithe (B7), 1 fighting me (e6), 1 fighting you (f5) (Keidrithe is not flanking it as he is technically beside you in the door way, Alton is facing two of them (i5 and i6).
Kajetan will scuttle away from the rat facing him and attempt to climb the ladder, this will draw an attack of opportunity against AC11, HP4. Assuming you don't drop me to 0HP or below he will intone words of magic, wave a feather around and throw tiny tarts at the ratman nearest (the one in D5 upper). thus casting Hideous Laughter on him, will save DC-15 to resist.
The rat that Keildrithe attacks darts nimbly away from the bard’s unsteady blade (and appears none the worse for being splashed with vomit).
Up on the walkway, Pharris swings her greatsword down and around, trying to cut her opponent’s legs out from under him; but in her sickened state she does not take into account the handrail. Her sword cuts through a section of it, but the flimsy timber slows her blade enough for the rat-man to jump aside.
Kajetan panics and breaks away from combat, but the rat bites painfully into his calf as he goes . Adrenaline pumping through him, he hardly notices the wound, but scrambles up the ladder, already mouthing the words of his spell as he goes. The rat-man (well, rat woman actually by the look of things) that is his target suddenly collapses onto the walkway, rolling about in pitches of hideous, high pitched, uncontrollable laughter. In fact, she is laughing so hard that she rolls right under the handrail and off the walkway, falling with a loud splash into the vat of filthy water below .
Alton kicks, trying to get the rat to back off as he finishes climbing the support. Getting his balance on the catwalk, he moves towards the nearest archer, drawing his blades and grinning almost menacingly "Lets dance my dance now."
Concentration check: 1d20+6=18
Nicholai, realizing that he has nowhere to go, attempts to stare down the rodent licking it's chops at his leg, while he very slowly reaches out with both hands, and clenches his fingers around air. Once more the space inside his fingers begins to glow a sullen red. Smiling at the rat(s), he says casually, "Fuego!" as he thrusts out his hands. And another sheet of flames rolls over the two rats closest to him and Keildrithe.
The flames briefly light up the dim, odorous room. Granting him a brief, clear glimpse of his companions who have successfully made it to the rickety catwalk before plunging once more into gloomy half-light.
"You play with fire, you get burned. You play with ME, you get roasted!" He spits, still smiling, at the two blackened rodents.
Alton kicks at the nearest rat, then scampers the rest of the way up the column . The rats snap at him, but both fail to catch the nimble halfling as he climbs away.
Nicolai unleashes another gout of flame, this one at the two rats that harass himself and Keildrithe. The creatures catch the full brunt of the flame, and fall about, dead or dying. The stench of charred flesh and burnt fur threatens almost to overwhelm the foul chemical smell in the air.
The wolf tears into another rat, flinging it’s broken body aside and darting around between the vats to seek more targets.
The knockers stay where they are for now.
The rat-man facing Pharris attempts to strike at her again, but again misses. His companion fires across the walkway at Alton, and his arrow hits the halfling in the shoulder , before he stows his bow, preparing for close combat.
The two remaining rats on the ground flee back through the door they entered the chamber by
Pharris, all the doors from the walkway remain closed.
"Phah!" Keildrithe puts his hand over his mouth and nose, wiping away some bile and trying to block the stench of the burnt rats and the sickly odour of the chamber. He steps past Nicolai, unsteadily, and makes his way to the edge of the vat in which the ratman fell, wanting to make sure that it is indeed dead. He keeps his sword at the ready, hoping for the best, but anticipating the worst... and trying to hold on to what little is left in his stomach...
Pharris strikes down hard, her blade slashing at the lycanthrope's neck.
As the ratman steps away from the blow, she takes a moment to spit out the gunk in her mouth.
Keildrithe, the murky grey water in the vat, its surface thick with soap-scum, roils and splashes – it looks like something is alive and moving down there, though you can’t make out much.
Pharris, still unsteady with the fumes, misses her attack.
Go to Map template. Sorry no people on it, but it Mothman's list above makes that easy. Prints out best in Portrait.
Kajetan grows in confidence now no one, or no thing is threatening him directly. He scuttles up behind Pharris (B9) and casts Daze on the rat man in C11, Will save DC-13. If that ratman is dead before he gets there, he will reload his crossbow.
The wererat facing Pharris seems to succumb to Kajetan’s spell, standing somewhat limply with a glazed expression on his whiskery face.
Laithe snaps but misses the back of the fleeing rat, and rather than giving chase, stops and takes a quick look around. Seeing no remaining rats he looks towards the balcony and decides he would be of best use trying to get inbetween the two ratmen above. He quickly wills himself back into human form and leaps for the nearest support beam, attempting to climb to the walkway above.
Laithe snaps but misses the back of the fleeing rat, and rather than giving chase, stops and takes a quick look around. Seeing no remaining rats he looks towards the balcony and decides he would be of best use trying to get inbetween the two ratmen above. He quickly wills himself back into human form and leaps for the nearest support beam, attempting to climb to the walkway above.
Nicholai takes a final look at his fiery handiwork and sniffs in approval. He immediately regrets it. Breathing thru his mouth to minimize the impact of the caustic cleaners and burning rat hair on his sense of smell, he looks around the room for other dangers. Seeing three of his companions are now on the walkway, he glances at his crossbow, still lying next to the Urn where he placed it, and back up,...
Glancing back up, Nicholai squints, then hisses, shaking his head in annoyance.
"Too dark, I'd perforate Pharris, or one of the others." He swiftly adds as an afterthought.
"Keep an eye out?" He asks Keildrithe as he glances with a brief, worried look at the direction the rats left. He deftly plucks a coin from his vest pocket and lifts it to eye level. He lifts an eyebrow as his other hand also raises to head level. He cups his hand toward the coin and whispers a few syllables in a hissing tongue. In response his cupped palm fills with warm, golden light, which then flows towards and into the coin.
Blinking to clear his vision from the sudden light, he lowers the now torch-bright coin and flips it up high into the air. Another pointing, commanding gesture, like commanding a recalcitrant dog, and the coin hangs in mid air, slowly spinning in place as it sheds its warm radiance across the room.
"NOW let's see you hide fang face!" He mutters towards the balcony as he reaches for his crossbow,...
Nicolai casts his illumination spell on a coin, which he then flicks upwards and causes to move slowly across the room, bathing most of the southern portion of the upper walkway in bright light.
Alton races around the catwalk to flank the rat-man that Laithe faces.
The trio of kobolds move cautiously up to the doorway and peer into the chamber, wrinkling their scaly snouts.
The two rat-men up on the balcony fight desperately, knowing they are all but surrounded, attacking not only with their thin blades, but also trying to bite their opponents with the long crooked incisors in their muzzled mouths, but neither is able to connect against Pharris or Laithe (respectively).
The water in the vat next to Keildrithe continues to swish around violently – presumably the rat-woman within is still alive and still under the effect of Kajetan’s magic. There is no further sign of the fled rats.
As Laithe closes in on the Ratman, he dives forward, changing into wolf form as he goes, and causing his opponent's desperate attacks to swing through the air over his back. Landing on all-fours, he then pounces up at the creature, snapping powerfully at it and hoping his fangs do more damage than on their last encounter.
Still somewhat unstable and nauseous, Keildrithe readies to strike the moment the rat woman should attempt to rise from the vat.
As the worst of the nausea leaves Pharris, she cuts down again at the desperate ratman with renewed vigor.
"Surrender or die at my blade!" The greatsword is poised for its killer blow back over her head, pointing forwards at the ratman's face. On the balls of her feet, the woman tries to manifest strength and power.
While below, Keildrithe holds his blade ready to attack anything that should emerge from the tub, Laithe and Pharris both attack their respective opponents up on the catwalk.
Laithe easily gets in under the rat-man’s guard, distracted as he is by Alton coming up fast behind him. The wolf’s powerful jaws crunch through the leather armour and close around the creature’s thigh … but again meet that strange resistance, as though biting into dense wood. Laithe feels blood in his mouth, and the creature cries out in pain, but the wound does not appear as bad as it should.
Pharris likewise easily strikes her dazed opponent, but again the blade does not seem to bite as deeply as it should. At her ultimatum, the rat thing screeches and spits, showing no sign of surrender.
Kajetan loads up his crossbow and takes aim on the rat person Pharris is fighting.
Twang! Something goes terribly wrong with the shot and Kajetan squints through closed eyes in fear of what it is.
Nicholai starts to bend over, reaching for his crossbow, and then hesitates. Uncertainty clouds his features as his eyes quickly flick from Pharris, to Laithe and Alton, trying to see if any are seriously hurt.
"Blast it!" He mutters, barely loud enough for Keildrithe to hear, forgetting momentarily that Laithe, Alton and Keildrithe can hear him plainly thru the message spell.
"I was saving my energies for the Imps, but I'm not that good a shot!" He mutters.
He reaches out to the side with both arms, the fingers of both hands closing once more around nothing, which begins to glow a shining blue-white in response. He takes a half step, and thrusts his arms forward. The brilliant blue gleams launch from each hand, arcing across each others path as they travel upwards to unerringly strike a ratman each.
Kajetan attempts to fire his crossbow, but there is an ominous sounding ~twang~clunk~ and the bolt appears to jam in the mechanism. He’ll probably need to reload it before trying to fire again.
Nicolai’s magical missiles sweep towards their separate targets, one striking the rather burly looking rat-man fighting Pharris, the other scoring a glancing blow on the slightly weedier humanoid between Laithe and Alton.
Kajetan attempts to fire his crossbow, but there is an ominous sounding ~twang~clunk~ and the bolt appears to jam in the mechanism. He’ll probably need to reload it before trying to fire again.
Pharris' concentration tightens into focus and she waits for the creatures next action.
"I am the blade, the blade is death, I am death," she murmurs.
Alton furiously attacks the rat-man with his rapier-sickle combination. Both blades hit, but where the sickle seems to slide of the things skin with no effect, the rapier digs in – not a kill-strike to the heart as Alton had thought it might be, but deep enough to draw blood. The creature shrieks in frustration, pain or fear.
The dirty water in the vat beside Keildrithe erupts as a bedraggled and half drowned human looking woman bursts upwards, gasping for air. As she does so, Keildrithe swings his longsword at her, but the blade is turned by her wet leather armour.
The two rat-men up on the walkway attack furiously, aware they’re fighting for their lives, and in both cases their re-doubled efforts are to some effect; although both fail to bite their opponents, Pharris is struck by her enemy’s blade , as is Laithe .
Alton grins savagely in triumph as his rapier digs into the rat-man's chest. Wrenching his blade free, he jabs forward again with the bloodied weapon, simultaneously making a poorly aimed sweeping blow with his sickle.
Alton again stabs the wererat, who gurgles and slumps to the walkway. His features twitch, then twist and change, until he appears human … and dead, or close to it.
Kajetan spends this round trying to fix his crossbow, cursing under his breath the whole time.