Coalhouse's eyebrows go up, though his gaze never leaves the form of the raven as he cautiously closes with the thing. "Won't know if you don't try," he suggests, then adds, "I'm not one for bashing spells - are you able to take it down some other way? Or take the king out of here?" He flicks a quick glance back towards the Aldori and the monk, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards at the sight of the former trying to shoulder-block his way out of the place.
Amavin's eyes flicker for a moment, as she tunes into the weather outside, feeling the crackle of atmospheric pressure against her skin and the changes in temperature outside, realising the unnatural storm clouds that were brewing outside meant even more trouble.
"I might not be able to dispel this wall of force, but I do happen to have three arcane scrolls of flight, so maybe we can fly out of it. I can spare one for the king, one for myself, and ideally one for a second bodyguard for the king. Three of us can try flying out of here and getting the king to safety provided one of us can pierce a hole right through this tent, and a few more of us launch a couple of ranged attacks right afterwards, just to clear a hole for the king. I'm sensitive to the changes of the weather outside, and I can sense something unnatural on its way, so we best be fast."
"I have my own spell of flying, Amavin, so I'll use that for myself. As for piercing a hole in the tent..." Aramil grins, and casts the spell to allow himself flight, then shoots up towards the roof of the tent to cut a hole in the top.
Sounds like a good plan take the king out of here, the rest will stop the raven or any other thing that tries to follow
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Aramil flies up, and cut the pavilion top tarp.
The sight is breathtaking. The funnel of a tornado is descending towards you, while blue magical flames surge upwards to receive it.
The noise from the falling storm is deafening!
The crow open it's wings, look upwards, and flies up, into the vortex and when it reaches it a glimmer of blue fire envelops it as it disappears!
From outside of the carp you see the tornado falling upon the pavilion.
The sight of the funnel causes Coalhouse's mind to go blank for an instant. What the ... With the crow gone, the half-orc drops his gaze to look at the king ... and then realizes that if something isn't done now, everyone at the meeting is going to be puréed when the table is shredded ...
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... splinters. "The table!!" he shouts, moving forward and around to it to get into position to do what he's about to tell everyone else. "Pick it up, move it against the wall, we'll climb over!! Anyone who can't lift it, get the chairs out of the way!!"
Amavin experiences a strange mix of emotions looking at the tornado. Fear obviously, that the storm could crush everyone, but also excitement, as well as an appreciation of its beauty. Shaking her head and putting her emotions to the one side, Amavin immediately casts Fly, and soars upwards, joining Aramil towards the top of the tent, keeping an eye out should the Raven come flying back down again.
"Well, at least we don't have to worry about that raven anymore! Whatever it was, it was transported elsewhere when it hit the vortex. The bad news is, I don't know where, and I think the same thing will happen to us if that vortex touches us! We need to move now! Let's get those scrolls cast on the king!" Aramil shouts to Amavin in order to be heard above the roar of the impending twister. He's unsure if any of the others in the pavilion were able to hear him, but he hoped either Aolis, Trawets, or one of the others who'd studied magic would reach the same conclusion and tell the rest.
Azrael pulls out his potion of fly if there's still any chance of getting out of here without getting sucked up into the tornado... I should give this to Rupert... but if I drink it, I can carry him out... that would work too, and I'd still be able to defend him.
Trawets watches the raven disappear and then casts fly on himself. "It looks like the king is taken care of Newton, hold on tight and let's get out of here." Trawets then flies over to the king and follows, he and Azrael out.
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A warhorn blows now, one clear blast. [DC= +1 per mile] Axhammer Rocknose began kicking his mount with spurs he begins the fast paced run towards the Pavilion, a beast has exited the tent, and Axhammer was worried for the two mages and priest inside. His Hellknights would have heard his horn and now he began the run towards the pavilion.
Those that have a way to fly, guard the king and get the hell out of here. Aramil, our reinforcements will not be here for some time. Head towards camp, you should see them. Coalhouse, good thinking on the table. Everyone else start climbing.
Christian will aid in clearing away the area to make room for the table. He will then aid anyone trying to climb out of the room.
Let's go people, move.
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Those who try to fly out between the force wall and the tornado disappear in the same glimmer of blue fire.
The others start to feel the hairs in their arms and head stand, and a tingling on his flesh.
Dagit, Christian, Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III and the Cenobitic Monk help Coalhouse set the table on the border of the pavilion, after which Rudolph pushes his way up and jumps over, disappearing in the glimmer of blue light, while the Monk of the Cenobitic Order stays down, helping keep the table on it's place.
People vanishing in an unknown blue flame Amavin considered very scary, so she postponed her original plan of simply just flying out. Deciding to embrace her stormy heritage, Amavin flies up the middle of the vortex, blasting a lightning bolt from her fingers for the sheer hell of it as she soared upwards.
The winds were really buffeting Aramil now, making it difficult to for him to maintain his location. He looks at Christian as the other man yells towards him and shouts, "Hurry it up, man! I don't like the looks of this!"
He then tries to squeeze through the gap between the tornado and the Wall of Force, knowing that if he gets transported, they theoretically should be able to find a way back - he hoped.
When Coalhouse sees both the flyers and the climbers disappearing in the vortex's transporting flashes, he swears in disgust. "Ain't nobody getting out of this one." But when Rudolph (presumably the king and not Rudolf Aldori) climbs up but vanishes as well, he swears again. "Oh no you don't," he growls, once more extracting one pair of his mithril knives (still self-sheathed) and, taking a few steps, goes from chair to table's edge and up into the vortex - voluntarily.
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People vanishing in an unknown blue flame Amavin considered very scary, so she postponed her original plan of simply just flying out. Deciding to embrace her stormy heritage, Amavin flies up the middle of the vortex, blasting a lightning bolt from her fingers for the sheer hell of it as she soared upwards.
Amavin fly up, feeling the storm embrace her. She feels rain on her face, wind on her clothes, electricity on her skin. She feels the power of the storm. And she likes it.
She starts to feel the teleportation magic, and then all fades to black.The winds were really buffeting Aramil now, making it difficult to for him to maintain his location. He looks at Christian as the other man yells towards him and shouts, "Hurry it up, man! I don't like the looks of this!"
He then tries to squeeze through the gap between the tornado and the Wall of Force, knowing that if he gets transported, they theoretically should be able to find a way back - he hoped.
Aramil also disappear in glowing blue shadow.
Dagit feels the energy collecting... lightning was imminent. Dagit looks to the table. he uses his ability to create order on himself
he then makes his way up the table, hoping whatever where to happen that it isn't too powerful.
Dagit try to exit the pavilion, or just stay on the table?
BTW, the floor is dirt, not stone. But it was a good idea.When Coalhouse sees both the flyers and the climbers disappearing in the vortex's transporting flashes, he swears in disgust. "Ain't nobody getting out of this one." But when Rudolph (presumably the king and not Rudolf Aldori) climbs up but vanishes as well, he swears again. "Oh no you don't," he growls, once more extracting one pair of his mithril knives (still self-sheathed) and, taking a few steps, goes from chair to table's edge and up into the vortex - voluntarily.
Acrobatics: Might As Well Jump (Jump!)=20
His Majesty Rupert Surtova was carried by Azreal, and both vanished while exiting over the pavilion wall of force. The one that escaped via the table was Rudolf Ferdinand Aldori III.
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Talking of which...
Elliomander Ostarian jumps on the table and over the wall of force, disappearing (DMPC).
Alexander Dumonte stands just below the vortex and prepares to shoot an arrow up... just before he does it a lightning strikes down to the tip of the arrow, making him and his weapons glow green for a second before he disappears in an explosion of ash.
The lightning remains hitting the floor, jumping from a place to another, looking for it's next victim.
Christian looks down at the remains of Alexander.
Sh*t!!!, We need to move now
Let's go people move, We are out of time. Everyone up and out. I will hold the table while you climb. I would rather be where ever that magic is taking us than ashes.
Merus doesn't wait for an engraved invitation and immediately vaults up the table and over the wall.
And he does it with style!! :)
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Dagit jumps over the wall, and just as he is disappearing he feels a pang of... not pain, but something akin to sickness.
Wherever he is going, law is not welcomed there.
Merus, on a stride, gets into the table, and then somersaults out of the pavilion, with grace, but he don't fall down, disappearing mid air in the bluish glow.
The Monk of the Cenobitic Order looks at Christian, fear in his face.
"If you don't leave, we both die here. I am noone, but you can protect my people. Run."
Even so, his voice is calm and tempered. He knows somebody has to stay behind, and seems willing to do it.
About Sasha, yes, she has arrived, and sees the vortex and people disappearing and being disintegrated by lightning. All her senses tell her she should move away of the place as fast as she is able.
Hareth ran as fast as he could toward the pavilion, racing to get there and do what he could for Azrael, and the king to whom Azrael had sworn allegiance on behalf of both of them... He arrived just in time to see folks disappearing in flashes of blue and one being disintegrated by lightning... Not wanting to share Alexander's fate, he did not draw his bow to fire into the vortex... Instead, he ran to and into the invisible wall of force... falling back from the force of his impact with it... He stared up into the air, calling out "Az!" to his friend who had already disappeared into the maelstrom. He stood and backed away from the wall, staring up... having no way to fly up with the others. He continued backing up, not wanting to get struck by the lightning despite his wish to follow his friend and the king.
Back in the camp, Porablum could not miss the strange twister, with its flashes of green and blue, her only thought, This isn't good... Turning, she went to seek out any of the other Courser leaders' seconds.
Christian glances around the remains of the pavilion..sweat dripping from his nose. Seeing that there are three other members in the room besides himself and the monk...
Aolis get the hell out of here, Titian, Ignatious come on move it. We do not have anymore time.
his eyes fixed on the monk as he states his intent...
I am honored to protect your people and will gladly do so. I do not leave my allies behind...nor my friends. Christian reaches his hand out to the monk...
We are both getting out of here...together.
Christian will shove chairs under the corners of the table to stabilize it as the two of them climb out.
Seeing his new king banishing into a blue light tempting to escape by air and then the rest of his companions doing so by "jumping" from the table for the same purpose. Ignatius decides there is no other way out.
Your courage is admirable Lord Christian, it has been an honor, even if it was for a short period, but it seems there is no escaping this vortex, only the gods will decide our fates now.
Holding his axe firmly Ignatius closes his eyes for a moment uttering a silent prayer before changing trough the table into the vortex, no longer hoping for a way out, but rather ready to face whatever lays on the other side, be it death, an ambush or his companions.
I will fear no storm! And were the king goes we shall follow!
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Holding his axe firmly Ignatius closes his eyes for a moment uttering a silent prayer before changing trough the table into the vortex, no longer hoping for a way out, but rather ready to face whatever lays on the other side, be it death, an ambush or his companions.
I will fear no storm! And were the king goes we shall follow!
Ignatius jumps out and also disappear.
Coalhouse jumps from the table towards the vortex, reaching up with his arms to touch the magical tornado... and comes up short.
He lands near Alexander Dumonte just before he is blasted away, and feel the crackling ray of lightning nearing him.
Thanking the monk for the help, Titian drinks a potion of enlarge person to aid other people out
Titan jumps from the table over the Force Wall and disappears.
The Cenobitic Monk screams at Aolis and Coalhouse, the wind noise blocking his voice.
"I'll hold the table! Escape, NOW!!!"
He turns towards Christian.
"There is no time for that! ESCAPE!!!"
Christian climbs up the table and to the top of the wall of force. He will turn and reach his hand down to aid the monk in his own climb up.
Come on, I will help you up. I can protect your people but we all need you! Jump up, I will catch you....
Looking around for Aolis
Damn elf is off his rocker, what the hell is he doing
AOLIS!!!!, Time is out it is now or never!
Moving over the wall, in any manner - flight or climbing - gets you transported. The blueish glow gets them every time. I was under the impression, perhaps because of the oversized raven, that the blueish glow was both coming from, and an aura around, the vortex, and that the vortex itself was within a few feet of the top of the wall of force. I was under an impression, perhaps erroneously due to the fact that the 'distant' views kept saying that the tornado was lowering onto the site, that the vortex was actually descending all the way to the ground, the killing lightning-bolts being a recent surprise (and way to trim down absent PCs).
Coalhouse's intention was to go voluntarily, which seemed to me to be 'via the vortex's blue glow'. The half-orc is 5'8"; the table top would be 4' off the ground. 4' + 4' + 5'8" = four inches under 14' for the top of his head on the first jump, and if he's reaching out add another 2' or so, so he was reaching up to 16'. Now, on his second leap, the top of the force wall would (probably) be 10' off the ground. That makes it 10' + 8' (height plus reach) + 6' leap (DC / 4 = number of feet, 6'6" if you're generous), for a total vertical leap of 24'.
Considering that anyone who even tries to slip over the 10' wall gets transported, shouldn't he have made it the first time, if not the second?? Or is the transport effect only happening to people who try to escape, with Amavin's stormborn protection being the exception?
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Coalhouse jumps over the wall of force, also disappearing in the bluish glow.
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Aolis snaps of his stupor, moves on top of the table, and jumps off to disappear like the others.
The Monk of the Cenobitic Order nods at Christian, drops the table, and makes a jump towards him.
He reaches Christian's hand, who pulls him, together with himself, over the border, disappearing.
The tornado hits the bottom of the floor, and a huge explosion rocks the place. A boom is heard as far as Restov, and the glow illuminates the dawn.
Where the pavilion stood only remains a deep crater, some 10' deep, charred and blackish.
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Hareth returns when the tornado hits the ground and disappears with a loud boom. He examines the crater with a deep scowl on his face... As far as he knows, everyone at the meeting was obliterated and his face twists in anger and grief.