Maeve shifts her stance a little bit, to begin letting her magic flow. With a moment of concentration she sends Dancing Butterfly spinning around her, and weaving a spell around herself as well, but the spell is quickly lost
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reflex
Feeling flames lick up his back Heng is distracted long enough for the wight to slash him and draw off a modicum of the monk's ki essence. "Parity, quench your flame! There is insufficient space for burning auras!" Heng calls upon the dragon's fury as he shifts to defend Maeve's back creating an opening for Malnival.
Flurry #1
damage + fire
Flurry #2
damage + fire
Flurry #3
damage + fire
Flurry #4
damage + fire
+ Reflex save DC16 or catch fire to all within 5 feet.
With a groan and a rare flush of embarrassment for making a mistake on the battlefield, Parity, overused to fighting by himself, cancels his aura and takes out his aggression on the nearest baddies (red then orange).
(5 fire)
(3 fire)
If that drops him, cleaving finish
Immediately after landing, Malnival slashes out, striking the nearest undead with a precise hit. Parity finishes it off with a devastating cut, dropping it to the stone floor in two pieces. His follow-through to the next target gets sidestepped.
Sandru reels from the draining claws, but retaliates stubbornly taking advantage of its flanked position. He hits with his scimitar hard, nearly dropping the foe.
The undead attack, shifting positions to close around you. Maeve's attacker gets tangled in the fray, spoiling its own attack, while opposite, she easily dances out of the second foe's reach. Sandru ducks and dodges his own attacker. Heng, pressed in by two, again avoids one attack, but gets raked by the other; more life energy is drained away.
Maeve activates her outfit, bringing a blurring aspect into her dance, making her difficult to target, but her attempt to cast a spell is spoiled by her vigorous motion.
Penned in, Heng can only lash out at his nemesis, landing two crunching hits on the frigid corpse. It reels, eye motes flickering, but continues to claw at the monk.
Attacking to the right first until it's down and then to the left
Round 2
HP = 53/61
AC = 18/14/15
Weapon Equipped = +1 Light Crossbow
Bolts = 52/60
Speed = 15'
Channel = 6/6 (4d6)
Oracle Spells Known (CL 8, +6 melee touch, +10 ranged touch):
4 4/4 Cure Critical Wounds*, Restoration*, Air Walk
3 6/6 Cure Serious Wounds*, Dispel Magic, Neutralize Poison*, Stone Shape
2 7/7 Restoration, Lesser*, Resist Energy*, Cure Moderate Wounds*, Shield Other*, Spiritual Weapon
1 8/8 Bless, Detect Evil, Detect Undead, Command*, Cure Light Wounds*, Burning Disarm*, Sun Metal*
0 Stabilize, Purify Food and Drink*, Create Water, Detect Magic, Mending, Guidance, Light, Spark*
* Save DC = 15 + Level
Status Effects = None
Seeing that the wights are far less effective than Parity at damaging his friends, Harlan grits his teeth through the rising smoke of his flesh and calls upon the light of his goddess to purge the undead from this place.
Round 2
AC 23
HP: 52/52
5'Step to P10
Full Attack on Yellow
Power Attack #1:
Damage:
Harlan calls forth a burst of holy energy over the melee, a flash of much-missed sunlight that burns at the undead attackers. Still, the powerful channeling is resisted by some kind of baneful presence surrounding the area. Even so, the holy burst burns two of them into dust.
Malnival steps over the fallen undead to strike down the next in line. Parity spins, slashing down and finishing off yet another foe, leaving just one standing.
Sandru steps up, attacking with his scimitar, but the lone undead dodges aside of the swing. It continues to harry Heng, but he easily evades the claws.
As soon as the last wight is down, Maeve collapses against a wall before sliding down. [b]"...ugh...what else can go wrong.[/ooc]
"Hold one, let me heal everybody a bit."
"If we had diamond dust I could remove that drained feeling, I know the prayer to do so but I forgot to look for diamond dust in town."
"...oh, is that why I feel like taking a nap until the next apocalypse?" Maeve pushes herself off the wall, eyes crossing and uncrossing a few times. Probably a conscious affectation, but who knows for sure. "There may be some in my jewelry we can grind up, but that's all back at the wagon. And it probably won't be enough for more than one casting."
"Are you ok to continue?"
Harlan looks concerned at those who have been drained.
Maeve shakes her head. "No choice, right? But it would be nice to catch my breath...if I could."
With light and no further distraction of combat, you get a better look at the tower's interior. The walls are black basalt, uncannily smooth and coated in ice. You see no seams in the construction, as if the entire tower were built from a single piece. The cieling is a hundred feet above, giving all sounds in the tower a odd echo.
The entrance room is now empty, but for the aforementioned snowdrifts. Likewise, the larger room to the west is empty. Heng sees nothing of danger, and no large drifts to hide stealthy foes.
To the east, the room is dominated by a massive plant form, alien in appearance and covered in frost. The thing is in the basic shape of a tree, but covered in bulbous blossoms. Worse, a gaping maw at the end of the trunk looks capable of swallowing a humanoid whole. Its tentacle-like branches stand nearly thirty feet in height, and its truck is more than five feet across. It is unmoving and appears frozen. {PIC}
The northern-most room appears to be both a storeroom and a midden. Piles of alien-looking equipment and detrius are scattered throughout. Curiously, there is also a hexagonal panel of crystal, 13 inches across, set onto the wall beside the door to the central room.
Lastly, the central room is empty, but has no ceiling. Instead, it forms a smooth-walled shaft that rises through the tower's interior. From the bottom, you can see the crackling blue sphere hanging in the air, high above. Gale-strength winds blast down the shaft from above, spilling through the hexagonal doors into the north and south rooms.
Maeve looks over the creature in the eastern room with a frown and a rub of her forehead. "I think that thing eats people, and after the frozen corpses I'd rather not start with the assumption that just because it looks like a festival treat that it won't try to kill us."
"Are you ok to continue?"
Harlan looks concerned at those who have been drained.
Sandru looks pale and fatigued, but he nods.
When it comes to the hexagonal panel, Maeve frowns even more, this time obviously trying to concentrate. "Okay, now just what are you...?"
Knowledge Arcana:
Many of these items are curios and artifacts from the Nameless Spires, and while non-magical, could be quite valuable.
"Right...." Maeve says, distracted by the hexagon. "What are you..."
While examining the panel, Maeve's hand brushes close to it, causing it to illuminate with a dull, white light. Runes of an unrecognized, alien language appear in a circle on the panel.
Maeve starts slowly running her hands over the runes. "Okay...let's see here....this rune goes here, this one goes here....invert this one...no, no, it's left-to-right, not right-to-left...."
Harlan carefully covers the area with his crossbow, concern for his brother Sandru clear on his face.
"So nothing but a tree and some strange device that for some Pharasma knows reason, we are letting Maeve play with? Hopefully it brings up some stairs."
As Maeve works through combinations on the panel, one sequence elicits a different reaction. You all see a glowing blue hexagon of force appear on the floor of the central room, wide enough to fill the entire space.
Malnival moves over to Maeve and watches over her shoulder.
"Not a clue," Maeve 'admits' somewhat jokingly. "I'm not positive but it appears to be based on ancient Azlanti or Thassilonian magical patterns, albiet with some mutation or outside influence..." and then the patterns click and the hexagon appears. "Got it!" A long pause. "...now I just need to figure out what 'it' is, but unless I completely miss my guess it's probably some form of conveyance. There's no other possible way up after all, unless you can fly."
" I am still recovering from my death and haven't learned the spell yet."
After thirteen seconds, the force hexagon begins to ascend.
Also, you realize that flying up the shaft will be exceptionally difficult against the force of the downdraft.
Maeve watches the energy platform rise in silence. "I'm reasonably sure I can get it back down here and do it again," she mumbles after a few moments.