Move to AK 11.
pop sound burst at the intersection of AJ AK 4-5
damage and dc 17 fort or they're stunned.
If the invisible f@+!s are in a 10 foot radius.....
"The hells? Where did those come from?" Ezreal dips a thumb and index finger into a leather pouch of powdered talc and silver and traces a line down across both eyes. Senses heightened the mage moves in so that he can see the next room.
Gil spends an action studying the puckwudgie corpse and draws the punching dagger she carries as an afterthought.
The third puckwudgie reappears and fires more quills before scuttling off out of sight behind the bookshelves.
"More of the little bastards, eh? Not for long."
Runzyl.
vs DC 18 poison
The puckwudgie gives a squawk as Janosz's arrow wings it.
Runzyl runs past Janosz before spearing the strange hedgehog-goblin.
The puckwudgie female is pierced and lacerated, but the little creatures are clearly tougher than they look.
Gelb follows Janosz into the library and unleashes his wand once again at the puckwudgie.
Nevharath will rush in to attack the puckwudgie.
I guess it's my turn; waiting to see what their stuff did.
Being shot, slashed, scorched and bludgeoned is too uch even for a puckwudgie, and she flops to the floor is a spreading pool of blood. Nevharath and Runzyl can see the last puckwudgie looking on aghast as he realises he's the last one left.
I'll move to AI 3; leave room for the big guns to do their thing.
Ezreal strides into the library taking it in and scanning for more invisible threats then kneels over the flesh golem to examine the work.
The golem is a very nice piece of work. The parts seem mostly human and fresh, the connections are neat, the stitching good and unobtrusive, and the sculpt is well-proportioned. The net effect is not as monstrous as some patch-up jobs you've seen, and might even pass for human in a big coat on a dark night. Done by a real professional working with good materials.
Gil joins Ez in his examination.
"I'm not familiar with these things. What do you look for?"
"Priorities, folks. Save your necrophilia for later", Janosz snarls at Gil and Ezreal. "We still have foes about."
"Gelb, make sure nobody sneaks out the door. Nev, Runzyl, Rod, let's flush the goblin out."
Still winded from his frenzy but determined to finish their last foe, Runzyl stalks the row the puckwudgie was last seen; Falla Caesenri in high guard.
"The glory is all yours, Marcher!" Gelb mocks encouragingly before maneuvering around the flesh golem to join the spellcasters.
I guess I'll delay too.
When Janosz calls him out, Ezreal rises and begins looking around slowly walking down the central aisle scanning for the vanished cultist.
Bored by the golem and not on the least bothered by Janosz' latest grumpiness, Gil moves to the desk to search it.
Ezreal looks around, but even with his enhanced vision he can't see the puckwudgie.
Gil examines the records on the table. They mostly comprise an inventory of necromantic tomes and liturgical texts from the church of the Keeper.
know: religion
to see if anything's interesting or cogent at the moment.
Yeah; the books. The inventory.
A number of the volumes mentioned are exceedingly rare and valuable.
"well, there's a good 10,000 gp in that list. They're in the shelves though. Don't reckon we have the time to go digging for books at the moment. And I seem to have left my library card at home."
"Maybe if we take some books the guy who disappeared will come back.... If they're that valuable."
"Set fire to everything. It'll get rid of all this trash and will smoke out the last goblin as well."
"On closer reflection, never mind." Janosz looks even more annoyed than usual. "It'll smoke us out, too. Forget I said anything."
"Load the stuff up. Yell if anyone sees the missing goblin."