Sefayll flies up and over the dogs and after the departing Varisians, passing the bard before stopping to cast a spell back down the hall.
Smoothly going through the motions of the spell, she appears to throw something toward the dogs. When nothing happens, she mutters a low curse.
Loud enough for the wizard or the bard, she says, matter-of-factly, "Have a means to seal off the corridor? There are several men coming up the stairs."
Marl quickly utters the words on his scroll, and he telepots from the thorns to an unoccupied space above the pit.
Karlissa give a cry of pain, which goes on and on. There is a tearing, ripping noise as her form swells and grows, her legs fusing into a the shape of a huge mottled snake. The very act of transformation pushes aside the thorns, but carves wounds across her flesh. The drags herself free and slithers around the pit, her beautiful face a mask of rage. Marl, for one, looks very surprised at this transformation, and he eyes her fearfully.
The Black Mark shrugs. "Women," he says conversationally to Hudak, before sending his rapier darting for the weak spots in the Shoanti's armour.
Hudak is no more. -41 hp.
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"Nice friends you have there, dwarf. Is she a were-snake or something like that?"
Veth moves up to V14 and pops an empowered fireball.
it catches G, BM, ant T12.
dc 23 reflex save.
+19=57
Looks like he gets +4 damage, and one more d6 as well.
so,
plus half that from empowered spell, which is
15 more, so 72 hp damage.
The Black Mark and his henchmen survive the fireball, but Grugnar's beard is singed down to ash.
Hudak's corpse appears to be smiling for some reason.
Illes decides to waste no time putting more space between him and the cavalry. As he catches up with Vethran he sings a little verse about taking a new dance partner and splits into five identical clones of himself.
Grugnar tries to force his way out of the wall conjured by Alwyn, but simply manages to impale himself more deeply on the thorns.
Alwyn touches Hudak`s prone body gently with the tip of his greatsword, muttering a quick benediction. "I know your kind, gangster", he says quietly. He isn`t smiling or joking any more. "Everything is a laugh to you, quickly picked up and even more quickly discarded. This is different, though - one of us dies now. You would do well to treat the moment with the respect it deserves." He lifts the sword further until it is even with the Black Mark`s chest; as he does so, its runes start burning with red fire.
Thugs`n hounds!
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Hudak snores a little; hacking up some blood.
Sweeeeeeet
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The two uncharmed hounds dash after Illes. The thugs on the stairs reach the top and run down the corridor, blades drawn. The flames from Vethran's fireball have caught in the thorn wall, which blazes merrily. There are screams and coughs from those caught. The single thug in the room with Camlo who was not caught up in the thorns backs away cautiously, unsure of what to do next.
"Really, wizard? You had no way to block the hall behind your cousin?"
The signifier turns and attempts a spell down the hall behind her.
As the spell completes, rubbery black tentacles burst from the floor around the men and the dogs behind Illes. They grab at and squeeze at their prey.
Centering the black tentacles at the intersection of AK/AL-13/14.
CMB Bonus: 8 (CL) + 4 (STR) + 1 (Size)
On successful CMB check, target is grappled and takes
Yup. I amped her up last buy time.
Camlo decides to try climbing out, again.
Sefayll conjures tentacles which grab and squeeze the hounds and oncoming thugs. There are howls and yells of fear and pain.
Marl sidesteps and releases a stroke of lightning at Alwyn, which crackles up the corridor.
The Black Mark stares at Alwyn thoughtfully, at the blazing thorns surrounding him and his cronies and the conjured tentacles busy squeezing the life out of his other henchmen. "Perhaps not today," he murmurs. And vanishes.
He reappears next to Karlissa. "I think a strategic withdrawal might be in order, my dear. You too, Marl." She nods reluctantly, shrinking back down to her normal size and setting off down the far corridor.
Hudak oddly mutters;
"....pu....pussies...."
then resumes twitching in shock.
Illes fades in and out of himself in a kaleidoscope of motion while the hounds bound up the hallway. Both manage to lock jaws on illusory doubles that pop like a bubble on impact. The bard is half smirking in satisfaction when the lightning bolt catches him full in the back. Smoking and spasming he turns looking for whoever did that just in time to see Vethran hit the floor. "Nooo!" The bard thrusts his blade into the nearest tentacle wrapped hound and runs up the corridor far enough to realize that the smoking husk of Vethran is far beyond saving.
The flames lick about the Mark's trapped murderers. Grugnar thrashes, trying to get free, but simply draws more blood.
Alwyn reaches down and grabs hold of Hudak`s arm. With a heave, he flips his half-brother`s considerable bulk over his shoulder before retreating a bit down the corridor.
The tentacles continue crushing the life from the grappled thugs, their screams getting weaker as their breath is squeezed out of them. One staggers free, finishing near Sefayll.
Meanwhile, the remaining thug with the Mark takes the lead, jogging out of the the far corridor.