Many things, shaman of the Doombringer! Ewigga has learned that the spirits are unnatural creatures! The light itself cuts us, and fills our souls with shadows! They hide everywhere in this worthless world! The plants, they live as well and strike us all with poisons and death! The vault is guarded by fierce creatures... I have seen them. To mynshame, they have kept me from entering. And giants, they know of this place, too. They have sought it for many years!
"this is true this very place exsist as a insult to orc power. It will be not but ash as we depart...lead us to this vault you speak of crow..." the chief demands
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The druid cackles madly as the old crone speaks.
Rull is offended by this place!
The crone nods and leads the way, heading the chief's words. Another wooden flower unfurls before the might of the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm as the Fist stomps north, bent on destroying this cursed land. A short staircase of carved wood lands on a wooden platform suspended over an empty pit. Several lily pads float in the air, suspended by the fell smokes of this world. They are each of a different height, each slightly higher than the next. At the far end of the room, another set of stairs continues to the north. There is a constant low hum, filling the room, and it reeks of rot and decay.
"It wouldn't be guarded unless something good is inside. Let's have a look at this vault."
"Agreed, we could find something useful." Kern describes the scene to Thoku.
"Indeed, much to be gained here but we must be wary, our foes came disguised to us last time..."
Arkhan begins waving his hands. He beseeches Rull to lengthen his stride.
The druid then follows along, his storm-blue eyes darting everywhere.
The lily pads are close enough together that even the weakest of orcs could leap from one to the other, crossing the empty void beneath. Arkhan speaks, and smoke and lightning billow from his mouth, striking at his legs, pulling and stretching the bones, thickening and tightening his sinew and muscles.
Ozak looks around. "Looks like we have to jump across these things."
He turns back to the group. "Seems easy enough, but how do we get Thoku across? I wouldn't want to do that blind."
" don't show your fear that I may be blind but now but I see and other ways..." thoku moves towards the wall of the cave makes a few arcane gestures and begins to climb the wall of the cave witth ease
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And Razorbeak just flies across.
The druid frowns at the cursed lilypads. Muttering a harsh syllable, Arkhan begins to follow across.
Ozak will wait to see if anyone needs help getting across, and then will cross himself.
Choot turns and commands Thrull to remain at the edge vigilant for foes sneaking behind them.
He then jumps from pad to pad, carefully.
Jugag leaped between the pads with the other orcs.
The tribe leaps to the first lily pad, carried by the strength of their mighty thews. They land, easily, each on the pad, while Mighty Thoku clings to the wall with his powerful smoke. As they land, the plant begins to sink slowly into the depths of the room..
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Seeing as he may fall to his death Kern decides to take on the aspect of the frog. His mouth distends slightly, his eyes move up his face a bit, and his legs grow more powerful. Kern and Grell continue to jump across.
The lilypad is slowly sinking to the bottom. What do you do?
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The druid smirks, as the lilypad begins to sink.
Arkhan suddenly begins to howl madly, as his body contorts into an eagle.
He flies around the Fist, searching for enemies.
as soon as Arohan takes flight, the lillypad begins to rise back to its initial position
Shoot will jump from pad to pad till he reaches the door.
Kern and Grell will follow suit.
Jugag saw how these pads worked and waited his turn to avoid dragging all to their deaths. He leaped with care.
Arkhan Silvinesti:
Choot Othul:
Jugag:
Kern Dead-Eye:
Ozak:
Thoku Blood Drinker:
Chasers:
Relieved of one more warrior, the lillypad begins to rise. at the top, the Fist leap to the next pad. Their strength and bravery are without peer. All know of the might of the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm! They land, Arkhan flying above as a mighty bird, and fierce Thoku clings to the walls with his mighty smokes. As they prepare themselves to leap to the next pad, a buzzing fills the chamber and two giant dragonflies leap burst from the depths of the room.
Their maws are open, dripping and hungry and ready for blood!
Choot points at one of the insects, "Finally an enemy that we can see!"
He releases magical energy from his finger tips. Magic Missile -
Arkhan lets loose a loud screech, aiming at Choot's target.
"Bugs! Well, Skullbiter can chop up bugs as well as men. Thoku! To your right!"
Ozak looks at the insects to see if they are something he has heard of.
He steps to the south, and swings Skullbiter at the giant insect.
Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Chasers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Bugs! Well, Skullbiter can chop up bugs as well as men. Thoku! To your right!"
Ozak looks at the insects to see if they are something he has heard of. But, these beasts are strange to the hunter's eyes. Still, he is a mighty warrior of the tribe! He swings his great bone-beak in a mighty arch, bringing it crashing down on the flying creature. He releases a great spray of the beast's life water into the air, but, still, the creature flies!
On the other side of the lily pad, the Mouth of Zagresh speaks once more with the tongue of the Fire God. Sezelrian's smoke spills from his mouth and gathers about his hand. It hurtles through the air and slams into the creature, knocking loose a piece of its shell. Arkhan swoops down and rakes his talons across its shell, but its glittering blue battle-skin is proof against his might!
North Chaser moves north and casts Glitterdust
DC 12 Will Save
Arkhan Silvinesti:
Choot Othul:
Jugag:
Kern Dead-Eye:
Razorbeak:
Ozak:
Kern and Ozak are blinded for 7 rounds (new save each round).
Another chaser moves to 30' up and casts entangle
DC 11 Reflex save
Arkhan Silvinesti:
Choot Othul:
Jugag:
Kern Dead-Eye:
Grell:
Razorbeak:
Ozak:
Thoku Blood Drinker:
The insects fly into the air, spinning and dancing on the wing. As they fly, golden dust sprinkles from the wings of one of the beasts. The dust flies into the eyes of the Fist. The Fist blinks their eyes and all save Kern and Ozak fight off the spell. But, the two warriors are blinded!
The other beast spins, and the vines and plants of the room reach out, wrappign about the legs and arms of the warriors. Yet, only Thoku, his eyes clouded by the foul smokes of the light-spirits, is blind to the danger about him, and the vines retain their hold about his limbs, binding him in their thrashing coils.
[ooc]Everyone else up now.
Thoku: Spider climb, blinded, entangled
Kern, Ozak: Blind 7/7 rounds, DC 12 Reflex save to regain sight next round
Arkhan: form of... a HAWK!
thoku is bound to the cave and stuggles to free himself. The chife tryies to recall any knowledge of these creature from the sounds he hears...
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"Lives for Mighty Thoku! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Jugag fired two huge arrows in quick succession at the chaser to the party's rear.
Kern casts lockjaw on Razorbeak. "Razorbeak, attack!" he yells.
Razorbeak flies (literally) into action, zooming toward the farther bug.
And Razorbeak grabs the bug in its mouth. Then Kern says "Now, while your brother holds it, destroy that creature, Grell!" and Grell nimbly jumps from lilly-pad to lilly-pad, landing next to Razorbeak and biting at the bug.
The mighty eagle screeches in anger, as Arkhan realizes his attacks can't hurt these creatures.
The Druid flies to the other side, landing on the far platform.
Arkhan then reverts into his orc-self.
Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Chasers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Try as he might, Thoku cannot knows nothing of these spirit creatures save that they are the flesh of the spirit world. But, a true chief does not act on knowledge alone! He must act from instinct, trusting his strength to guide him! With a great roar, mighty Thoku heaves against the vines coiled about his arms and legs. The thews of his great limbs surge with the power of his sacred flesh! The Gift of Nulgreth burns deep in his veins, as his voice booms throughout the chamber! Event he spirit-creatures give pause and hover in uncertainty. The great chief of the Bleeding Storm rips the wyrd-plants apart as he frees himself from the cowardly coils! Yet, even as a patch is torn away, another grows quickly to replace it!
The distraction Thoku provides is a perfect opening for Jugag Rain-Maker. Once more he pulls back the gut-string of his massive giant-bone bow. The aged bone creaks with the strength of his draw, and twice he looses war-rain as thick as saplings! "Lives for Mighty Thoku! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" One sapling shatters uselessly against the far wall, but the other finds a home in the beast's tail. It tears through the creature's flesh, shattering shell and ripping threw sinew. Still, it holds itself aloft, but it screams of rage and warlust as its blood rains down on the tribe below it.
Kern scoops the battle-sweat coating his flesh and rubs it deep into Razobeak's feathers. The bird screeches a mighty Rull-noise as its beak and talons thicken and hook into fierce traps. With a powerful flap of its wings it takes to the air, talons and beak bared for battle! "Razorbeak, attack!" The bird screeches again and dives at the spirit-beast. Once, twice, thrice its talons and beak strike against the creature's shell, but though the attacks are true, they cannot dent its blue armor!
As Razorbeak attempts to grab the bug in its mouth, Kern commands his beast "Now, while your brother holds it, destroy that creature, Grell!" and Grell nimbly jumps from lilly-pad to lilly-pad, landing next to Razorbeak and biting at the bug. But, the winged beast slips free of Razorbeak's grasp, and fierce Grell tastes only air!
The mighty eagle screeches in anger, as Arkhan realizes his attacks can't hurt these creatures. The Druid flies to the other side, landing on the far platform. Arkhan then reverts into his orc-self. He peers at it with the wise eyes of the Storm-Callers. The Thunderer has spoken of these beasts in his sky quakes! Yes! Storm-Brother remembers! These are spirit-creatures, true...They are like the dragonflies of the world, but they are spirit-flesh, and not the meat of mortals. Only iron untouched by fire can harm them! They are creatures of the wind and sky, and cold and sky-lances cannot harm them. they are stupid creatures, but they can speak the spirit-tongue.
Thoku: Spider climb, blinded,
Kern, Ozak: Blind 6/7 rounds, DC 12 Reflex save to regain sight next round
Kern: entangled (forgot him last round.. oopsies)
Jugag: Longstrider
Razorbeak: lockjaw
Choot once again calls upon his arcane might and sends bots of pure energy at the insects.
Magic Missile
Only cold-iron will truly hurt them! The are of the sky; cold and electricity only make them laugh!, cries the angered druid.
Kern growls in frustration at the creature's ability to ignore his pets. "Step back, you two, and let me handle this thing. Grell, flank!"
Kern hops to the other lilly-pad thanks to his slightly frog-like limgs but mis-steps and must catch himself on the edge. .
Grell feebly bites and claws at the creature anyway, to distract it.
Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Chasers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Once more, Sezelrian's smoke spills from the shaman's lips. It takes the form of a small axe that hurtles through the air, smashing apart more of the dragonfly's armor!
wounded: moves down to attack Ozak
miss
then moves back up to 30' above their heads in another corner of the room (flyby attack)
other chase
does the same routine, but on Kern
miss
The two dragonflies, filled with bloodlust and rage, attack Kern and Ozak. But, their fangs are nothing against the warskin of the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm! Disgusted with their weakness, teh two creatures fly to the other side of the room.
Thoku: Spider climb, blinded,
Kern, Ozak: Blind 6/7 rounds, DC 12 Reflex save to regain sight next round
Kern: entangled (forgot him last round.. oopsies)
Jugag: Longstrider
Razorbeak: lockjaw
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"I can still hear you!" Ozak shouts. He swings as the dragonfly buzzes past.
But his axe hits nothing but air.
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Ozak hunkers down in a battle stance, trying to detect the enemy.
Gradually his sight begins to clear. "Ha! I can see again!"
"More lives! More! More deaths!" Jugag chortled. He kept foring at the chaser to the rear.
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Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Chasers: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
"I can still hear you!" Ozak shouts. He swings as the dragonfly buzzes past, but though his axe misses, the beast nearly tears his arm from his shoulder! But, despite the pain, Ozak summons the strength of his blood and clears the beasts' smokes from his eyes!
Kern growls in frustration at the creature's ability to ignore his pets. "Step back, you two, and let me handle this thing. Grell, flank!"
Kern pulls himself free of the coiling vines about his limbs, ripping them apart with his blind strength.
Grell heeds her master's command and moves to where she can strike the creature, but finds its out of reach. Its cowardice keeps it in the air, safe from her claws and fangs.
Thoku, the proud chief of the Tribe of the Bleeding Storm, charges across the room along the wall. Blinded by the smokes of the light spirits though he is, he bravely takes the lead and rushes to the other room. As he runs, Jugag sends twin arrows into the air, but his war-rain only sprouts air.
Thoku: Spider climb, blinded,
Kern: Blind 6/7 rounds, DC 12 Reflex save to regain sight next round
Jugag: Longstrider
Razorbeak: lockjaw
Choot continues to strike the one he has already injured seeking to thin their numbers.
Magic Missile