The pool continues to bubble and froth, but there are no obvious combatants in sight.
After crushing the life from one of the sinspawn, Vethran creeps forward, his hand raised in preparation for a spell.
The pool continues to bubble and froth, but there are no obvious combatants in sight.
Dem tings be in de pool, regeneratin' and stuff! When de show up agin we be needin' to tear 'em out de pool so as we can be killin' em fer sure!
"When these scum are dead, stinky Drav, it's time for your monthly bath!!!!!"
"Yuck!" Alwyn wipes eldritch orange liquid off his hair and beard. "Pull the net out and pound the demon into dust. All the magic tricks in the world cannot hide you if you're trapped like a trout in a net! Now, where is my sword..."
“Have a care Larken of Varisia,” calls Elisile softly, as she notes Larken peering into the pool. “I do not think any of us want to fall into that liquid.”
Something small explodes from the foam and hurtles at Alwyn's face, screaming incoherent imprecations.
Something small explodes from the foam and hurtles at Alwyn's face, screaming incoherent imprecations.
As the pool erupts in a spray of orange foam, Elisile instinctively looses her readied arrow - which completely misses whatever is emerging from the pool, and clatters against the far wall of the chamber.
"What the..." As something comes screaming towards him, Alwyn instinctively raises his hands and tries to seize it.
Alwyn instinctively grabs at his invisible assailant, which proves to be about the size of a house cat, tough rough and scaly. It scrabbles ineffectually at him, and as its invisibility drains away it resolves into a small, winged imp-like creature with a warty hide. Its tiny face is twisted in a terrible rage, and it has the most fearsome bad breath Alwyn has ever experienced. It's shrieks are virtually unintelligible.
As the creature rises from the foam, Vethran's chilling ray slices through the air in it's general direction.
"Now what could this be? Gah! I liked you better when you were invisible!" Alwyn fastens his hold on the hideous little imp. "Hey, everybody! Blades, heads, all that... before it escapes again!"
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I believe that only applies to shooting into a grapple.
SRD linkage.In the second table:Armor class modifiers, under "Grappling(but attacker is not)" it lists the melee modifier as +01, with the 1 indicating that the defender loses any dex bonus to AC, but the ranged modifier is +01,3 with the 1 indicating that the defender loses any dex bonus to AC and the 3 indicating that the attacker should roll randomly to see which grappling combatant you strike, with that person losing dex bonus to ac.
Unless you house rule it differently from RAW.
Elisile’s eyes narrow as the little creature that Alwyn managed to grab becomes visible. However, she is not sure how she will be able to help the priest, and also notes that Vethran appears to be listening intently to the creature’s shrieks, so decides not to act hastily.
She nocks another arrow and watches the surface of the pool intently, alert for any further sin spawn emerging from it.
Illes continues to sing songs of past glory while Alwyn wrestles with the tiny demon. Better him than me! I wonder if that little fiend has poison skin or acid for blood? Darting behind Larken, he takes up a position at the pool's edge ready to stab anything else making a surprise appearance.
Actually, you do get both, because he can have a Major Aura and a Minor Aura at the same time. I think.
Hold that little whelpling, brother! I'll give it a smart spank!
Hit the imp or whatever with my bastich sword.
r17+2(Illes)+7(skillz)+1 (bigliness)=27.
Damage=12+2+3+1=18 h.p.
With a single blow from his enlarged sword, Hudak hacks the struggling demon in two as Alwyn holds it out from his face. The acolyte of Gorum gets spattered in foul-smelling ichor, but this enemy is defeated.
Actually, you do get both, because he can have a Major Aura and a Minor Aura at the same time. I think.
Spitting ichor, Alwyn stands back up, still holding the split demon in his hands. "Nice blow! Now, what is this thing? Is it that quasit-whatsit thing Tsuto's journal was talking about?" He looks at Vethran and Elisile. "Any ideas?"
The room is suddenly quiet. The fluid in the pool is now inert and colourless, seemingly bereft of further animation. No more sinspawn seem likely to emerge from it.
After a cursory search for goods, treasure, noserings, gew gaws, +5 holy avengers, I say we head out THE NEW door.
Elisile keeps her eyes trained on the pool for a few moments more, before slowly lowering her bow.
“It would appear so,” she says, in reply to Alwyn. “A small winged imp with the power of invisibility. Of course, there may be more than one of the creatures in this place, so we should not let our guards down. We should be sure that it is indeed dead, and see if it has any possessions of interest.”
She walks over to examine the dead imp.
Illes sheathes his rapier and snuffs his torch in the tainted fountain while still singing quietly. He then continues the song with his flute softly while the others deliberate, and nods impatiently at the door on the balcony.
The quasit carries a tiny dagger, a small tiara is perced on its head, and it wears a small silk gown (now befouled with ichor and ripped by Hudak's blow). It also has a small pendant about its neck.
"I believe that Elisile is correct. This would indeed fit the description of a quasit, though a most corrupted and befouled one to be sure."
Vethran casts his gaze around the room, looking at the various bodies to ensure that they have all been properly slain and will not be rising again soon.
"It's not a dwarf. It's even smaller!!!"
We cannae be dallying long. Gather de stuff up and lets be headin' on.
What he said. At them!!!
Elisile nods in agreement at Dravite's words, and gingerly takes and pockets the quasit's gear (excepting the gown) before preparing to move on.
"The tiara and the dagger may both be worth something," she tells the others. "Although who would use such tiny items I cannot tell - I do not think it would be healthy for such things to find their way into the hands of a human or elven child..."
"It wore the symbol of the Mother of Monsters around its neck. We might have stumbled onto something more sinister than we initially thought - demonic cultists operating a secret temple never bode well. Let's make sure there aren't any more beasts around."
Before the party leaves the room, Alwyn makes sure to retrieve his net from the strange pool. Rolling it up into a shapeless bundle before stuffing it into his backpack, he's the last one to leve the chapel.
Hudak drapes the quasit's gown over his shield as a vulgar trophy.