Elisile: initiative 23
Vethran: initiative 18+
Hudak: initiative 18
Camlo: initiative 17
Illes: initiative 16
Dravite: initiative 9
Alwyn: initiative 5
Illes stops playing suddenly when the serpent gets peppered with arrows and gets washed away by the flood. "...or you could do that I guess." He shrugs and moves to help people back to shore .
Camlo glances at the sky for no apparent reason. Oblivious to the world.
Perception.
perception
what a waste if a 19.
Hudak:
She then turns to the priest. “We’ll do what we can for your acolytes, but stay away from the river, and warn everyone you see that there’s something big and alive in there.”
Camlo shouts down from the rooftop, "Anyone else in trouble, or c-can, I c-come back down now?"
Something immense, something wrong, erupts from the water and bellows in furiously. Filthy water sluices from a head that somehow combines the worst traits of moray eel and tyrannosaurus, clad in oily-black skin and held thirty feet above the flood on a muscular, boneless trunk that gradually widens until is disappears into the muddy water. About it thrash barbed tentacles terminating in blood-red eyes, emerging from the river and crawling about the shoreline looking for victims. The head turns about, serrated jaws and garishly red gums and tongue glistening. Yet within its glaring eyes clearly lurks an intelligence, ancient and cruel. It stares down at Elisile and Father Sheed; pitiless, hateful and raging, savouring the horror that its manifest alienness evokes in onlookers.
“By the All-Father,” stammers Sheed, “It’s Black Magga! B… But how?”
Camlo looks down from the sky at the enormous splash. His face goes quite pale, and for a moment it looks like he will fall from the roof.
"Huh. This might be the time to run."
history:
dungeoneering:
Elisile turns to see the legendary monster known as Black Magga – or something that closely resembles the beast at any rate – emerging from the swollen river. Rain streams down her face as she turns to Father Sheed. “Someone said that the Skull Dam had burst,” she half whispers. “The beast must have been washed down river. I do not know if we can defeat this …”
She shakes her head, flinging aside doubt with droplets of rain. Then she dashes into the church, dragging the priest in with her.
Seeing the great beast rise from the waters, Vethran finds himself momentarily speechless. Gathering his wits, he turns to regard the recently-rescued townsfolk.
"Run! Away from the water! As fast and as far as you can! Just go!" He gestures wildly in the direction of the inn and beyond before turning his attention to the summoned dolphins at his command. He points at the monstrosity and gives the dolphins a knowing glance, sending them to harass the beast and buy the others time.
Finally, he dips into his scroll case to retrieve the scroll of flight he'd had Elisile pen for him and intones it's magical phrases to send him skyward.
Moving to aa-ab 5-6
"Hey! Black Magga! You can't kill me! I'm right here! Do it! Do it! You stupid cow! Bite me! You can't do it!"
Give her th' ole dinglewag and all.
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*bump*
Camlo will scurry along the roof top, and drop down the end.
huzzah!
I'm on call all weekend, but I'm trying to be attentive.
"Alwyn, don't get too far ahead of me! I'm going to ogre size you!"
Elisile turns to see the legendary monster known as Black Magga – or something that closely resembles the beast at any rate – emerging from the swollen river. Rain streams down her face as she turns to Father Sheed. “Someone said that the Skull Dam had burst,” she half whispers. “The beast must have been washed down river. I do not know if we can defeat this …”
She shakes her head, flinging aside doubt with droplets of rain. Then she dashes into the church, dragging the priest in with her.
Sheed doesn't resist as Elisile drags him to safety. Dumping him in the doorway she sprints up the narrow, steep steps of the tower before pausing to cast a spell.
The creature lashes out with its tentacles at the temple tower, seemingly enraged by the presence of a structure dedicated to Erastil. The flailing limbs slam into the masonry and the tower visibly shudders. Inside, Elilse falls against the wall as masonry dust showers down on her.
Dravite double moves to AR14, trying to wend his way through the buildings to get an eye on the action...
"I be cummin' ye durned Shoanti bo-foon! Don't ye be killin' nuttin' wi-out me ta be helpin'!"
"Try that wand one more time; maybe it'll work this time."
Alwyn casts his spell and a shining greatsword made of translucent force stabs down at the creature. But it hardly nicks the monster's skin.
AN12 is cool with me, forgot the longstrider....
run you stubby bastich! run!!!
Elilse sprints up the stairs of the tower to the chamber at the top. A tiny chapel overlooks the town and surrounding countryside, with four windows of small square leaded panes. The sky is a ripped inverted field of black and grey, but Elisile takes a few moments to notice that it at least seems to have stopped raining. The panorama across river, lake and forest, with the mountains brooding to the north and west, would ordinarily draw the eye. However, the huge slavering abomination in the temple square somewhat detracts from the view as it glares back through the glass. Two acolytes, a young man and woman, cower in terror in the chapel, and start in surprise as Elisile emerges from the stairs.
Elisile looks at the cowering acolytes, then glances out the window into Black Magga’s baleful eye. She dashes over to grab the hands of the acolytes. “Come with me if you want to live,” she says, pulling them towards the door.
Vethran gives the order for his dolphin minions to attack and distract the creature while he himself sprints between buildings to find a more advantageous position.