Not wanting to allow the gigantic lich to cast some evil and powerful spell, Kalev flies, at first a little clumsily, from the mouth of the pit to bear down on Vordakai.
He swings his mace in two hands, hoping to penetrate his foes' defenses and disrupt his plans.
Kalev?! Did you disrupt the casting?!
Kip floats down and casts fly upon Malthir. Ricter you're next!
Malthir does a swift action lay on hand on himself.
and then flies up just so he is out of the pit to get a better look at the battlefield.
Kalev's swing with the mace was a heavy one and despite his clumsy flight, his heavy blow shattered flesh and bone on impact with Vordakai's shoulder. Snarling in pain and failing to maintain concentration on his spell, Vordakai turned his attention to Kalev...
Round 11-
Ordered Initiative-
Vordakai- 15
Fenna- 14
Casimir- 12
Ricter- 8
Kalev- 7
Kip- 6
Malthir- 5
Active Effects-
Mirror Image (Casimir)- 1 images remain
Magic Circle against Evil (Kip, 10 feet)
Displacement (Vordakai)- 50% miss chance
Prayer
Longstrider on Kalev
Smite Evil (Malthir)
Paralysis
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/18,19
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/15,16
Haste on- Kip, Fenna, Casimir, Kalev
Map-
Round 11 Map
Narrative-
His spell disrupted and chanting stopped, Vordakai's single, pulsing red eye fixed upon the imminent threat in front of him. Reaching out swiftly and simply placing a claw upon Kalev's breastplate in response to the hefty blow, the ancient being wracked Kalev's body with negative energy and the threat of paralysis, then disengaged from the melee moving towards the entrance doorway. Vordakai's spell of Displacement faded away as he moved.
Kalev’s body freezes at the painful touch from Vordakai, rendering him totally paralyzed. His face is captured with a defiant grin, caused by the knowledge that even this mighty foe can be felled.
Speaking out of turn, Vordakai appears to be moving away...Kalev is paralyzed again.
Lying bruised and alone at the bottom of the pit, Casimir retrieves a potion from his bandolier that can help fortify his defenses against Vordakai’s paralyzing touch when he is outside Kip’s protective circle. He swallows it and call up to Malthir and the others.
Stand as one, and let the undead tyrant flee his own lair. Do not let him pick us off one by one. Once Kip and Fenna bolster you with more spells he will fall against our united strength.
He has to be getting low on spells! Kip calls up, hoping what he says is actually true. His touch holds the most danger for us! Wait for me to enlarge you Malthir! Ricter!
Enlarge Ricter first Kip.
"Thank you" Ricter says as Fenna's healing energy flows through him.
Ricter hefts his flail in two hands as if he was a lumberjack preparing to fell a tree. He looks to Kip:
"I'll make it count"
"Minor benedictions are all I have left to offer," Fenna states apologetically, before uttering a short incantation of praise to Aroden.
Kip casts again, granting his Hellknight companion the ability to fly, before snapping his left wrist, causing a wand to appear in his hand. Can you lift her out of the pit? he asks looking from Ricter to Fenna. The tiny sorcerer then ascends himself to just below the lip of the pit, just behind Malthir.
"Minor benedictions are all I have left to offer," Fenna states apologetically, before uttering a short incantation of praise to Aroden.
As he feels the flight magic take effect, Ricter switches back to a one-handed grip on his flail and holds the other hand out to Fenna:
"Can I lift you out this pit?"
"Thank you," Fenna smiles, reaching out to hold on to Ricter's harshly angled armour.
Malthir flys to E17, just above Fenna and Ricter,
He then activates his Divine Bond with his Sword.
Round 12-
Ordered Initiative-
Vordakai- 15
Fenna- 14
Casimir- 12
Kalev-
Kip- 6
Ricter- 5
Malthir- 5
Active Effects-
Mirror Image (Casimir)- 1 images remain
Magic Circle against Evil (Kip, 10 feet)
Longstrider on Kalev
Smite Evil (Malthir)
Paralysis (Kalev)
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/18,19
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/15,16
Haste on- Kip, Fenna, Casimir, Kalev
Fly on- Kip, Kalev, Malthir, Ricter (denoted with red dot)
Map-
Round 12 Map
Narrative-
With the Guardians regrouping into something akin to a formation, Vordakai retreated to the room's entrance and just past it; creating a bottleneck between the two stone walls of the doorway. Once again placing a claw upon his own wounds, Vordakai channelled negative energy back into his corporeal form, healing a good portion of the fresh wound dealt by Kalev as he finally broke his silent concentration upon the battle at hand, near-hissing the words out in a contemptuous tirade of rage and frustration.
"Were I not drained by my long slumber, I would have slain you all with a single spell! My own weakness is a sickness almost as pestilent as your own! Know that once you inevitably fall, not even your souls will be free! I will ensure you suffer FOR ETERNITY!" Vordakai ranted, his voice rising in pitch and volume as he near-screamed the words.
Malthir whispers to the others, Kip, after you enlarge victor, can you grease the squares under Vordakai? We can move in and try to finish him if he slips.
Cas, I am coming in the pit to get you, Haste me if you can.
Malthir is going to drop his shield fly down into the pit to reach down and get Casimir.
Casimir pull out his wand of haste and prepares to enhance Malthir and Richter.
Malthir and Ricter, move so I can see you both. I will speed you up. Fenna, my unseen servant will get you anything you ask from your pack. I’ll give you more supplies in a moment.
Kip's voice rises up out of the pit, Is that fear I hear in the "mighty" Vordakai's voice? Fear that after all you have done to ensure your survival, and after slumbering for an untold number of years, you will be destroyed so soon after waking! You gave up your black soul long ago. Once we defeat you, it will be you who are gone forever and forgotten!
Kip speaks a word of power and taps Ricter on the heel, causing him to grow substantially in size. He then rises up out of the pit and moves closer to Malthir, ready to tap him with the wand next. I doubt grease will be much of a hindrance to him. Enlarging you seems the smarter play to be honest. If you insist I contain him, the pits work better, especially now that you and Ricter are flying.
Ricter's form grows under the effect of Kip's magic. With his hellknight armour, closed helm and inhuman size, he ironically appears to be as monsterous an evil as Vordakai.
"Forgotten by all but Pharasma" he adds at the end of Kip's taunt, in rumbling tones. He slowly hovers forward, lingering over the pit in which Casimir waits
Kip, please make a pit part way behind him then instead of enlarging me, if he falls in I have a nasty surprise for him. If not he will be trapped on our side.
Having been hoisted out of the pit by Ricter, Fenna placed another minor spell on Malthir.
The Guardians continued to recover from the pit spells and prepare for the next surge on Vordakai.
Round 13-
Ordered Initiative-
Vordakai- 15
Fenna- 14
Casimir- 12
Kalev-
Kip- 6
Ricter- 5
Malthir- 5
Active Effects-
Mirror Image (Casimir)- 1 images remain
Magic Circle against Evil (Kip, 10 feet)
Longstrider on Kalev
Smite Evil (Malthir)
Paralysis (Kalev)
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/18,19
Conjured 30 foot deep pit- F,G/15,16
Haste on- Kip, Fenna, Casimir, Kalev, Malthir, Ricter
Enlarge on- Ricter
Fly on- Kip, Kalev, Malthir, Ricter (denoted with red dot)
Fatigued- All Guardians but Fenna & Kip
Map-
Round 13 Map
Narrative-
The Guardians were finally back on one level, whether flying or on safe ground away from the pits. Whether taunted by Kips retort, taking advantage of the group finally being clumped up together or simply unwilling to continue to trade restoration of his body against the Guardian's magical preparations, the ancient one-eyed Cyclops surged forward suddenly, reversing his retreat and stepping into the pool of water. With a word of power and a outstretched claw, a rush of black and red waves of energy rushed out, stopping just short of Fenna and Kip but affecting all of the other Guardians!
Waves of Fatigue, a Level 5 Necromancy spell.
The larger members of the group felt the toil and toll of the long day suddenly magnified and fatigue set in as the necromantic energies sapped strength from flesh and bone. Vordakai bore a twisted grin as the fight became even more daunting for the leaders of Kardas.
Casimir smiles through the sudden fatigue, even though he desperately wants this fight to end.
You must truly be decrepid, Vordakai. Is that all you can achieve with such a powerful spell, a bit of weariness? I look forward to a nice nap on your throne in a minute, once we’re done smashing you to bone dust he taunts the giant undead horror.
Taking a single step forward, he taps into the scant remains of his magic power to guide his aim in the final confrontation.
He then adds a command for his unseen servant: Servant, take the bag of holding from my pack and give Fenna anything she requests from within.
We have to slow him down, anyone have a Tanglefoot bag they could use on him?
Having been handed a small item from her pack by Casimir's invisible servant, and calling upon a minor blessing for Malthir, Fenna glances silently to her fellow Guardians before beginning to make her way around the pool.
She holds her hand out towards the cyclopean mage, starting to draw upon the power of the item she grasps in her tiny fingers before casting a look of recognition back at Casimir...
We have to slow him down, anyone have a Tanglefoot bag they could use on him?
Yeah, might have a few of those left.
Noticing the look of purpose in the Spymaster's eyes, Fenna realises that it is too late to turn back, and completes the invocation.
As she does so, the feather in her hand twists and contorts, pulling itself from her grasp as it grows to many times it's size and lashes out swiftly at the undead giant.
"Retrieve a scroll of cure serious wounds," she speaks towards the floating bag.
Fatigue lays heavy on him, but Ricter doesn't care for the cunning spells of his allies have finally placed him in a position to land a telling blow on his foe. He swoops round in a wide arc to open Malthir and Casimir up to flank, and moves in to strike:
...and Pharasma's hand guides the blow
Casimir’s mind sings with elation at the sight and sound of Richter’s brutal strike. Sensing more than seeing that the blow is just shy of it’s full potential, he swiftly grasps the hilt of Brightclaw and siphons enough arcane energy to magically boost Richter’s attack.
STRIKE TRUE, RICHTER!
The magical inspiration is just barely enough to strengthen the blow, ensuring grievous injury to Vordakai.
Fenna's conjured whip glanced off Vordakai's tough, undead skin, the token failing to do any damage or latch onto him.
Kip begins waving his wand around again as he begins to cast enlarge upon Malthir this time.
With a massive two-handed blow from his flail, the Hellknight shattered Vordakai's ribcage as he pierced his defences, smashing the heads of his flail right against the centre mass of the ancient being. Everyone in the room heard the bones twisting and snapping with a sickening sound as they were mangled by the force of the strike. The giant involuntarily took a step back, near-staggered by the mighty blow.
Malthir knows he can't move to his enemy without drawing a dreaded attack with its paralysis ability so he decides to remove his fatigue and move over a few feet to attack it from where he is with a Javelin, knowing at least he can try to hurt him somewhat while the spell Kip is casting finishes and his gods wrath still applies to such weapons as a Javelin...
Fatigue removed.
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