Bethany begins a haunting melody. Everyone feels uplifted and energized
"Alright, 'Boots' it is!" Justin says to the lizard.
"You like playing with hot things 'Boots'? Try THIS! Fuego!!"
Justin shouts, gathering the flames dancing in his hands into a single ball of fire, then hurls it towards the Khashtaa.
"BOOM Baby!"
"Alright, 'Boots' it is!" Justin says to the lizard.
"You like playing with hot things 'Boots'? Try THIS! Fuego!!"
Justin shouts, gathering the flames dancing in his hands into a single ball of fire, then hurls it towards the Khashtaa.
3d6
"BOOM Baby!"
Karrin clicks together the heels of her new boots and suddenly appears behind the lizards.
"Surprise," she says as she levels her axe, "this is where you'd be advised to surrender."
The grey cat on the crate is gone. Justin hears a skitter *thump* sound from behind the boxes.
ROUND FOUR ACTIONS (updated):
Khaasta 18 [Attacking]
Mr. Swire: 18 [atk/hit/kill]
Issac: 17 [tumble/atk/miss]
Merle: 14 [Hideous laughter]
Karrin: 13 [atk/hit/kill]
Justin: 13 [boiling mad]
Drazek: 13 [DMPC-attacking]
Tiandra: 13 [Atk/miss]
Naridre: 13 [telekenesis]
Phaumee: 13 [Atk/miss]
Bethany: 13 [Bardsong-+1 ATK/DAM/CHARM/FEAR]
Ekuur: 10 [CMW-Karrin]
Drakek raises his hand and speaks an unholy word. A beam of dark energy lances out from his scepter towards the khaasta halberdiers
ATK:
One of the khaasta at the doorway crumbles, his scales flaking off in drifts from his suddenly grey skin
Seeing the footsoldiers falling to the onslaught, and their comrade fall from the stairs, the khaasta all race towards each other to set up a defensive position. The robed one gets up and limps towards the others, yelling out and arcane word and throwing something into the air. The bone-bedecked khaasta chants as well, and a sudden grey fog blossoms out, obscuring the three.
Realising she cant really hit anything where she is Merle attempts to tumble into the room.
Acrobatics
If she makes it she uses the rest of her movement to head up the stairs.
Only able to view the khaasta in the doorway, Ekuur decides to take advantage of the fact that the lizard is wearing such heavy armor. He focuses, and the metal making up the creature's plate begins to vibrate ever so slightly. It grows noticably warm to the touch.
Isaac moves diagonally, taking a double move, to H14.
Swire feints at the Khaasta in the doorway, looking to provoke an opening.
Bluff:
Kidneythief:
Isaac moves diagonally, taking a double move, to H14.
Swire feints at the Khaasta in the doorway, looking to provoke an opening.
Bluff: 1d20+11
Kidneythief: 1d20+11;1d6+2;3d6
Between Ekuur's agitation and Swire's slice, the last halberdier falls
Before Swire strikes, the last lizard swipes at Issac
ATK ON ISSAC:
The attack fails
Realising she cant really hit anything where she is Merle attempts to tumble into the room.
Acrobatics
1d20 + 10
If she makes it she uses the rest of her movement to head up the stairs.
Merle easily tumbles past the halberdier, who was just stuck by Swire. She heads into the room
Nari glances around the seemingly empty hallway, focusing her attention on her detect hostile intent, trying to see if there were anymore enemies left.
She will step inside the tower, looking around.
Nari glances around the seemingly empty hallway, focusing her attention on her detect hostile intent, trying to see if there were anymore enemies left.
She will step inside the tower, looking around.
There is a lot of hostility coming from the fog cloud
"Guys, the fog cloud...I think there's still enemies there. At least, there's a lot of ill will coming from that direction."
Karrin charges forward and swings her axe through the fog.
Attack:
damage:
Miss chance (unless Karrin is adjacent to someone):
Karrin charges forward and swings her axe through the fog.
Attack:1d20+11
damage:3d6+9+1d6
Miss chance (unless Karrin is adjacent to someone): 1d100
Karrin's axe meets only fog. She can hear chanting in the fogginess and a clanging
Justin looks around, realizes that the cat is gone, and quickly cataloged the various possibilities that entailed.
"AW,... The Lady's Pierced Nipples!" Justin swears, tossing a ball of flame over the crate at where he last heard a noise.
As the explosion goes off, Justin rips open the trapdoor, and jumps through the opening, trusting in the magic of his boots to save him from anything too terrible happening!
Realising she cant really hit anything where she is Merle attempts to tumble into the room.
Acrobatics
1d20 + 10
If she makes it she uses the rest of her movement to head up the stairs.
Merle easily tumbles past the halberdier, who was just stuck by Swire. She heads into the room
Justin looks around, realizes that the cat is gone, and quickly cataloged the various possibilities that entailed.
"AW,... The Lady's Pierced Nipples!" Justin swears, tossing a ball of flame over the crate at where he last heard a noise.
As the explosion goes off, Justin rips open the trapdoor, and jumps through the opening, trusting in the magic of his boots to save him from anything too terrible happening!
Justin's small fireball explodes among the crates that the cat was sitting on with a *whumph*, ripping several open. The crates rapidly catch fire. Justin can see that the crates contain large ballista bolts with some sort of flamable covering. They leap into flames.
Justin runs to the hatch and tries to pull it up. Despite the bolts not being engaged on this side, the hatchway doesn't budge. It feels as if there are bolts on the other side as well. He is left tugging and swearing as the large circular room fills with smoke.
ROUND FIVE ACTIONS:
Khaasta 18 [fogged in]
Mr. Swire: 18 [atk/hit/kill]
Issac: 17 [atk/hit/kill]
Merle: 14 [move to D18]
Karrin: 13 [atk/miss]
Justin: 13 [jumping into unknown]
Drazek: 13 [moving]
Tiandra: 13 [moving]
Naridre: 13 [det hostility-pending]
Phaumee: 13 [moving]
Bethany: 13 [Bardsong-+1 ATK/DAM/CHARM/FEAR]
Ekuur: 10 [matter agitation-kill]
Tiandra and Phaumee advance to assist Karrin
Drazek and Bethany also enter.
The khaasta in the fogbank do not reemerge, but the sound of ominous chanting reverberates from within..
Isaac closes the distance on the fog bank, taking a blind swipe at whatever is within and then leaping aside so as not to be locked in position.
Frost Greatsword (w/bard song):
Isaac closes the distance on the fog bank, taking a blind swipe at whatever is within and then leaping aside so as not to be locked in position.
Frost Greatsword (w/bard song): 1d20+9;2d6+4;1d6
Merle heads up the start of the stairs (C11) where she pulls out a scroll of burning hands and attempts to burn away the fog (attempting to avoid her teammates by casting it in the middle of the fog in the direction of the West wall)
Damage
dc 12 reflex for half
Justin's small fireball explodes among the crates that the cat was sitting on with a *whumph*, ripping several open. The crates rapidly catch fire. Justin can see that the crates contain large ballista bolts with some sort of flamable covering. They leap into flames.
Justin runs to the hatch and tries to pull it up. Despite the bolts not being engaged on this side, the hatchway doesn't budge. It feels as if there are bolts on the other side as well. He is left tugging and swearing as the large circular room fills with smoke.
Wide eyed, Justin tries the door again. It still refuses to budge.
"Aw, Fer the LUV of <Cough>!"
Justin takes a step back, looks around, and quickly decides what the situation calls for is MORE fire!
He hastily casts a familiar spell, both his gloves and his amulet flashing as he does so, and sprays a stream of fire at the trapdoor. Not a simple ball of flame or bolt of fire, but a steady stream, like a dragon's breath that eats away at the wooden trapdoor.
Coughing at the increase in smoke, Justin raises his arm to protect his face with the sleeve of his (mildly) enchanted coat, and jumps on the door full force, both feet, heels first,...
"These lizards just do not want to die." Ekuur removes a particular scroll from his pack and begins intoning the words contained within. A bright flash of flame consumes the parchment, and suddenly (hopefully) the sound of the chanting ceases.
Karrin wades into the fog looking for a lizard to squash, preferably the leader, when she's within 5ft of some unlucky khaasta she mashes it with her axe.
Attack:
Damage:
Karrin wades into the fog looking for a lizard to squash, preferably the leader, when she's within 5ft of some unlucky khaasta she mashes it with her axe.
Attack: 1d20+29
Damage: 3d6+9+1d6+5d6
Karrin finds the seven-foot-tall armored Khaasta. She slices at him, Ferissirion crackling with electrical energy.
The axe slice strikes true, and the khaasta bellows in fury as it's breastplate crackles and freezes simultanously.
Justin takes a step back, looks around, and quickly decides what the situation calls for is MORE fire!
He hastily casts a familiar spell, both his gloves and his amulet flashing as he does so, and sprays a stream of fire at the trapdoor. Not a simple ball of flame or bolt of fire, but a steady stream, like a dragon's breath that eats away at the wooden trapdoor.
The firey ray burns through the door easily, the smoke adding to the general smokiness of the room. The hatch door falls away in ashes revealing a small landing about six feet down. A small ladder connects the landing to the hatch door. A spiral stair winds down from the landing, terminating about 5 meters down in another open room. The room is filled with tropical plants in large pots. The air is very humid, close to 100% humidity. An unoccupied throne-like chair sits at the far end of the room, surrounded by a riot of blooming vegetation. Justin can even hear the buzz of insects among the large tropical plants. Behind him he hears a roar as more crates begin to catch on fire.
1d100
Isaac closes the distance on the fog bank, taking a blind swipe at whatever is within and then leaping aside so as not to be locked in position.
Frost Greatsword (w/bard song): 1d20+9;2d6+4;1d6
Issac's sword connects with a *clang* in the fog but he cannot see with what
Merle heads up the start of the stairs (C11) where she pulls out a scroll of burning hands and attempts to burn away the fog (attempting to avoid her teammates by casting it in the middle of the fog in the direction of the West wall)
Damage
1d4 dc 12 reflex for half
Merle hears a hiss in the fog. The burning hands don't seem to affect the magical obscuration any.
ROUND SIX ACTIONS:
Khaasta 18 [fogged in/chanting]
Mr. Swire: 18 [pending]
Issac: 17 [atk/miss(?)]
Merle: 14 [move to C11-Burn H]
Karrin: 13 [atk/hit]
Justin: 13 [jumping into tropicana]
Drazek: 13 [pending]
Tiandra: 13 [atk/miss]
Naridre: 13 [pending]
Phaumee: 13 [atk/crit]
Bethany: 13 [Bardsong-+1 ATK/DAM/CHARM/FEAR]
Ekuur: 10 [silence scroll]
Phaumee and Tiandra also attack into the fog, hoping to assist Karrin
Atks:
Phaumee:
Tiandra's attack is thwarted by the fog, but the rune-graven spear of the ratatosk ranger strikes true, adding to the large khaasta's misery.
Ekuur starts chanting, scroll in hand. His sibilant Ignan seems to clash with the hissing Khaasta inside the fog. At the end, the scroll immolates and silence cloaks the fog, but three forms appear in a puff of brimstone near Justin's lantern archon . Three of the same rubbery, slimy demons the party fought as they descended the mountainous center of the Outlands.
The firey ray burns through the door easily, the smoke adding to the general smokiness of the room. The hatch door falls away in ashes revealing a small landing about six feet down. A small ladder connects the landing to the hatch door.
"Have a nice afterlife!" Justin cries cheerfully over his shoulder.
"Stoopid cats, I hate familiars,..." he mutters/coughs as he hops through the charcoaled hatch to the small landing below. He drops easily to the landing, the magic of his boots not even needed for such an easy drop. he lands in a crouch, and quickly looks around the chamber he is in,...
A spiral stair winds down from the landing, terminating about 5 meters down in another open room. The room is filled with tropical plants in large pots. The air is very humid, close to 100% humidity. An unoccupied throne-like chair sits at the far end of the room, surrounded by a riot of blooming vegetation. Justin can even hear the buzz of insects among the large tropical plants. Behind him he hears a roar as more crates begin to catch on fire.
Justin looks around, raising an eyebrow at the unoccupied throne. He looks around for signs of the exit. Or any one in the room that might take offense to his bursting in like this. Or anyTHING that might take offense at him in general.
Justin doesn't get to scan the entire room before he is distracted by the sounds of yet another explosion from above.
"Aww,... THAT one is not my fault!" He declares to whomever might be listening. Glancing over the rail he finds a spot that isn't directly over a plant, ignores the staircase, and vaults the rail instead. He flails for a moment in open air, but the magic of his boots kicks in at the last moment. The mage lands on his feet in a crouch, the perfect landing absorbing the force of the fall. He quickly takes another look around, trying to find the exit, and make sure he's not standing in a giant flytrap or something equally silly.
"Although with the way my luck's been holding lately,..." he grumbles as he looks around.
:P
:P
Justin leaps down and lands, but the foliage obscures his sight. He did see that the stairway contines down through the floor, presumably to another level.
As he rises and readies himself to look about two large forms dart out from the foliage
The two six-foot-long iguana-shaped lizards snap at Justin
One manages to chomp him .
Justin is so distracted by the fire above, the battle below, and the greenery around him, that he doesn't even realize the lizards are attacking him until they are practically chewing on him!
"AGH! Whutthe?! Back off! DOWN you over-aggressive set of matched luggage!" He shouts, backpedaling.
"I KNEW I shoulda' taken the frakkin' stairs!"
1d20+3; 1d6; 1d20+3; 1d6
"I KNEW I shoulda' taken the frakkin' stairs!"
Initiative Rd One:
Guard lizards: 17 [attacking]
Justin: 4 [pending]
The lizards circle the fire casting wizard, snapping their oh-so-toothy jaws at him. Justin is distracted by the ornate jeweled collars these two refugees from the Jurassic are wearing
Lizzys' atk:
The two lizards manage to chomp Justin. The sharp teeth rip into him and he begins to feel a little desperate.
Justin howls in pain as the dinos-in-training snap at his legs. His mystic shield, ring and crystal pinned to the lapel of his coat all flash with mystic energies as they try to divert the attacks, barely preventing the most persistent of the lizards from latching on and removing Justin's leg at the knee!
'OhCrapOhCrapOhCrap!'
The mage stumbles backwards, limping on bleeding legs, and eyes the distance to the stairwell. His long fingers move almost too fast to see and he spreads his fingers into a fan.
"Suck on THIS you T-Rex Wannabe's!" he growls as the spell goes off, and a blinding, flashing, glittering spray of golden dust covers the reptiles.
Justin howls in pain as the dinos-in-training snap at his legs. His mystic shield, ring and crystal pinned to the lapel of his coat all flash with mystic energies as they try to divert the attacks, barely preventing the most persistent of the lizards from latching on and removing Justin's leg at the knee!
'OhCrapOhCrapOhCrap!'
The mage stumbles backwards, limping on bleeding legs, and eyes the distance to the stairwell. His long fingers move almost too fast to see and he spreads his fingers into a fan.
"Suck on THIS you T-Rex Wannabe's!" he growls as the spell goes off, and a blinding, flashing, glittering spray of golden dust covers the reptiles.
Will saves:
Both large lizards now match their jeweled collars for glittery sparkling. One hisses and looks confused, the other snarls at Justin. They both attack.
Non Blinded:
Blinded:
Neither lizard manages to get a hunk of Justin this round.
She grimaced as she mentally went through her options. Not being able to see her opponents was becoming a problem. She pulls back her bow, readying herself to fire at the first living khaasta she was able to catch a glimpse of.
ROUND SIX ACTIONS:
Khaasta/Dretches 18 [attacking]
Mr. Swire: 18 [full move to J9]
Issac: 17 [atk/miss(?)]
Merle: 14 [move to C11-Burn H]
Karrin: 13 [atk/hit]
Justin: 13 [elsewhere]
Drazek: 13 [beam]
Tiandra: 13 [atk/miss]
Naridre: 13 [holding action]
Phaumee: 13 [atk/crit]
Bethany: 13 [Bardsong-+1 ATK/DAM/CHARM/FEAR]
Ekuur: 10 [silence scroll]
Drazek shoots another eldritch beam in to fog, hoping to kill something
EB:
The beam doesn't elicit any sound from the fog.
Swire runs into the room
ROUND SEVEN!
The three summoned demons slobber and howl, advancing on the engaged party. A familiar wave of extreme stench rolls off the three hideous forms
The bleeding khaasta warrior hacks a bit
Fort Save:
..And tees up of the tiefling duskblade. It seems to be moving at a preternaturally fast pace.
Attacks:
The two slices hit Karrin with sickening force, wounding the young tiefling deeply
Karrin senses a dim shape behind the warrior, but nothing comes of it
Merle pulls out a second scroll of burning hands and unleashes it (casting it so the cone starts on top of the Khassta outside the fog cloud and continues inside avoiding the rest of the party
Damage
Dc 12 reflex for half
Burning hands scroll are 4th level.
So since these are the left over scrolls from that caper it should actuall be 4d4 those scrolls did so will add the extra d4's here
1st scroll (this one is a little late so may want to just ignore it
2nd scroll
Reflex saves would be 13 for half I believe