'Kal and his mount are making their way through the field fine enough... and he's pretty sure that his antenna can pick up the scent of fresher air and the direction the group needs to travel.
<brrrtZZ> "This ways." He double arm gestures in the safest direction he can find.
Jareen coughs as the gas affects him, but his crodlu carries on unperturbed.
Morthak finds his makeshift mask is not working out, so tries to hold his breath. A fit of coughing defeats that plan, and he gulps down more poisonous vapors.
He is in no condition to help his kank, either.
Amazingly, Morthak's natural instincts guide him along the most likely path to the far side of the sulphur springs.
Even with their precautions, Arakan is so concerned with not having to waste his time dealing with another dead mount, that he fails to keep himself adequately clear of the toxins.
Cahel, in spite of his stoicism, is clearly bothered by the gas. His mount is fine, and clearly responds to his instructions as he seeks the way out of this gas.
The vapour hanging in the air makes finding their way tricky, but the group are sufficient to the task and make good headway without burning their lungs out. The move along the valley quickly, avoiding the worst, until they reach a small plateau. The clouds of gas still drift here, but there is also a circle of six stones. They reach up ten feet tall or more but are slender and slightly curving, like the canine teeth of some giant beast.
Tied to the strange pillars are humanoid bodies, all dead. Some look reasonably recent, although their flesh looks dark and dessicated. The skin is peeling like parchment, pickled by the insidious atmosphere, and they slump against their bindings, arms and legs lashed behind them to hold them fast against the rock. The others are little more than skeletons, bone reduced to brittle chalk, falling apart in a jumble of frayed rope and cloth.
The ground shakes suddenly, a mild tremor but enough to make the animals momentarily skittish. Then a deep rumbling voice, more a subsonic throb, growls from the tortured earth.
"Ritual sacrifice? It wouldn't be a nice way to go, but quicker than some I've seen.... What's that?"
The voice rumbles again.
A few nearby piles of rock suddenly tremble into life. They form themselves into five squat, roughly humanoid figures three feet high. Their faces are crude approximations, depressions where eyes of mouth would be, and from these drift more of the thick yellow vapour. They lurch forwards.
Morthak hops off his kank and readies his hammer and shield. "Wha'er they are, they d'na seem friendly!"
The figures pause for a moment as if waiting for something. When there is little or no reaction from the adventurers, they swarm in to attack.
Morthak focuses his eyes and mind on the nearest foe, sending a psychic blast at it.
As the stones come to life, Th'Kal leaps from his saddle, effortlessly clearing his mount. <Brrrlaw> His howl echoes a bit off the stones as he throws himself at one of the elementals, ignoring the poisonous gas fumes...
Kal's strike fuels his combat rage as he continues to swing at the rock enemies.
Endurance check: DC 10 + 1
No check needed if you take NO Standard Act or only ONE Move Act.
If you fail the check, you are "attacked" by the poisonous fumes: +10 v Fort, poison damage 1d6+4.
The DC increases by 1 for each additional round where you have to make a check. You add 2 to your Fort defense if you have a filter mask.
The same applies to your mounts.
Karen throws a force missile at the closest combatant.
vs do 10
Th'Kal reduces one of the elementals to rubble and knocks some large chips from another.
The remaining elementals reposition themselves. Then they all breathe out a cloud of the toxic gases billowing in the area.
Arakan rides around the outer ring of stones, looking to get on the other side of the Kreen's foe, to best take advantage of his special skill set.
Jareen holds his breath for the few moments the cloud passes over him, and, thanks to the filter mask, comes out the other side unharmed.
Minor: summon companion spirit to K10
Minir: Spirit of Athas, L13. Adjacent allies gain +1 to all defenses
Minor: Healing Spirit on Cahel. He can spend a surge +3 real +3 temp. Cahel heals Jareen 1d6 real HP and gives 3 temp HP
Morthak steps to engage the nearest elemental (E3), swinging his hammer at it.
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The remaining elementals reposition themselves. Then they all breathe out a cloud of the toxic gases billowing in the area.
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Dazed from the elemental attack, Th'Kal can barely manage a battle howl as he clumsily swings at his nearby opponent... On the plus side he seems to be ignoring the poisonous fumes and is able to shake off the stun for his next swing.
Endurance check (my skill is d20+5). MY next DC is: DC 12
No check needed if you take NO Standard Act or only ONE Move Act.
If you fail the check, you are "attacked" by the poisonous fumes: +10 v Fort, poison damage 1d6+4.
The DC increases by 1 for each additional round where you have to make a check. You add 2 to your Fort defense if you have a filter mask.
"Bloody spread out things, why can't they clump together" Jareen mutters as he throws a spell at the one he attacked last.