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"Hold still you female dog..." Mutters Idril as she eyes the distance between them.
Idril finds another loose rock, winds it up and lets fly at the little demon.
for a possible crush damage.
Arthur puts away the wand and retrieve his weapon and be ready for anything
Round 6
Idril flings another stone at the demon using one of her beautiful scarves. The stone flies just a little too low, and arcs up dramatically being falling back down, just under the monster's clawed feet.
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Arthur tucks his wand back into his pack, and then readies his club again, waiting to make sure there are no more traps or ambushes waiting for them.
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Round 7
"Grab one of those polearms we picked up earlier and make yourself useful Arthur." Thalrik said, repeating the same spell from his scroll, Arthurs frame expanding.
Round 7
Thalrik does some fancy hand motions and says some magic words and BAM! now Arthur is enlarged as well.
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The creature gives a sharp hiss, looking back at forth between Fraadok and Arthur. Seeing she very well may soon be surrounded, she gathers her power into herself, preparing to release some of her inherent demon magics up on all y'alls. The air about her seems to grow slightly darker, as if in shadow, and her eyes start to glow pure white. Then, with a dramatic motioning of her arms, a wave of fearsome energy spreads out in all directions!
After her spell goes off, she will fly over to above the alter, provoking attacks from Arthur and Fraadok.
Everyone is able to resist the effects of the spell... everyone except poor, brave, Arthur. Taken over by the spells aura, Arthur becomes terribly frightened and starts to panic! (Arthur, frightened for 4 rounds!)
Everyone else is shaken until the next round.
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Round 7
Trying to keep creature in his reach and seeing Arthur begin to go, Fraadok senses that this battle has begun to turn in their favor.
He stabs at the quasit as it moves back, not quite realizing that a true tactician would hold their attack for then the spell caster started casting.
But once again the battle shifts back to the quasit, as it sends a wave of terror through the parties ranks.
Shaking off the fear as best he can, Fraadok still has some lingering doubts about their chances, but he strikes again at the creature.
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On Going Effects: Enlarge Person, 18 rounds; Divine Favor, 7 rounds; Detect Magic, 8 rounds; Magic Weapon, 8 rounds;
Oops, sorry.
Round 7__________
Idril snarls wordlessly as her rock misses again.
Idril finds another loose rock, winds it up and lets fly again.
for a possible crush damage.
Round 7
Shaking off the spell, Idril snarls and slings another stone sailing across the room, whizzing through the air and cracking the demon straight on the noggin, dealing 6 (1) damage.
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Arthur is unable to resist the fearful presence gripping his brain, and flies into a panic. He gazes fearfully upon the demon and lets out a gasp before turning towards the stone doors. He rushes over and attempts to open them, but the doors seem to be locked! He bangs recklessly against the doors, hoping to burst them open.
But he only succeeds in causing a huge about of noise pounding against the doors.
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Fraadok lunges powerfully as the creature flies away, but he is unable to make any contact. Thalrik takes a step out of the way, allowing Fraadok to move into position. He then follows after the creature, and when she pauses he attempts to strike her again, but she still proves too quick and nimble dodges the spear.
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Round 8__________
More than frustrated that her slung stones just bounced off of the little demon, Idril throws her hands up. She sees Arthur still in the grips of the Panic and moves over next to him.
Unwinding her reinforced scarf to its full length, she whips it at Arthurs face twelve feet up and shouts her best Moonstruck impression.
for a possible nonlethal crush damage.
"Arthur! Snap out of it!"
Throwing his arms up, Thalrik looked at his companions with an annoyed scowl. "I have nothing left to contribute with! None of my remaining magic will affect her!"
Round 8
Thalrik flails his arms up in the arm, seemingly unnerved. He explains his wizard mojo has run out for the day, and god help him, he has no idea what to do with himself.
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The quasit eyes Fraadok maliciously and points a bony figure at him.
"I recognize your symbols, servant of Pharasma. HAHAHA you shall soon join your goddess in the eternal bliss of her domain, but she has no power here! This is a chapel of Lamashtu, and only her and her servants will ever find power here!"
A dark aura begins to glow around her tiny outstretched hand...
Fraadok stabs once again at the tiny demon as she prepares her spell, but once again, he is able to land a blow. He chalks it up to his self doubt, and he resolves to shrug this off and get done what needs to be done. No one insults Pharasma!
Suddenly, a sinister ray shoots forth from her tiny finger, straight towards Fraadok!
The ray strikes Fraadok right in the chest. His body glows in a sinister black aura for a moment, and then sizzles out. He feels his strength get sapped right out of his as the blast courses through.
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Standing by the door, neither Arthur nor Idril hear anything from the other side. Hmm. Interesting.
Idril, hoping to snap Arthur out of his terror, snaps one of her scarves menacingly in front of his face.
Success! Idril's gambit works, and Arthur manages to come to his senses!
Still in the trow of the confusing emotion running rampant within arthur's mind he will seize the moment to move again near the flying deamon and attack it.
Round 8
this is really not my type of weapon swinging wildly. He focus and tries to get a feel for it.
Seeing Arthur snap out of it, Idril leaves off kicking Arthur in his treetrunk like ankles and cheers. Then a though strikes her.
"Hey! If one of you big guys can't hit her, one of you lift me up!"
She unlimbers her recently enchanted bladed scarf, just in case she gets a chance to snap it out to it's full length.
Round 8
Arthur shrugs off his irrational fear and pulls out one of the ranseurs harvested from the vile sinspawn. He then hurries back over to towards the demon and lunges with the weapon. Unfortunately, he was speaking the truth when he said he did not really know how to use one. He swings wild and completely misses.
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Fraadok steadies himself, and says a silent prayer to Pharasma. He feels a radiant warmth come over him, and he feels his goddess presence reach down from on high and guide his hand. He gives a shout and lunges forth once more with his long spear.
Fraadok's attack finally connects, and he stabs the little b*%$@! right under her ribs, dealing 14 (9) damage!
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Round 9
Suddenly, there is a loud bang and the stone doors that were previously locked tight burst inwards! Three glowing arrows fire through the doors as soon as they open, speeding across the room and straight at the quasit demon!
One of the arrows sails wide and clinks against the wall, but the other two arrows strike true, dealing 13 (8) damage! The creature screeches in pain and fear of the fact that it is truly in danger of dying now.
Getting a good look at this stranger, you recognize two familiar faces. Shalelu, the elven ranger Sheriff Hemlock introduced you to after the goblin raids, accompanied by none other than Dexter Quickiwit! True to his word, he found help and came back to help! He waves a cheerful hello to everyone.
"Gentlemen! I have posted guards outside to make sure no one tries to come down here. I ran into Shalelu here outside, wondering what the commotion was. It took us a while to find you, until we heard the banging on this door here and realized something was wrong. Ah, but don't you worry we are here and will help avenge the deaths of Darlin and Ferdin! Huzzah!"
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Ok, Thalrik is up, then BBEG, then everyone else. Also, the quasit is bloodied!
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Edit:
The quasits eyes glow once again as she unleashes the last bits of her magic to attempt another spell.
But she is unable to keep her concentration and looses the spell.
Round 9
Encouraged by the sight of new bodies to help in the fight, Fraadok makes another lunge at the creature.
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On Going Effects: Enlarge Person, 17 rounds; Divine Favor, 6 rounds; Detect Magic, 7 rounds; Magic Weapon, 7 rounds; Inspired Courage, Dexter
Round 9
Fraadok's goddess' favor still shines upon him as he lunges forth once more with his long spear. The quasit tries to fly up and dodge the spear, but is too slow and takes a fat hit to her leg. The sound of tiny demon bones breaking resounds throughout the chamber. The demon takes 14(9) damage!
Reeling from the blow, the quasit has much difficulty remaining hovering, and drops 10' (still flying, but now only 15' off the ground.)
Round 9
Arthur, will attempt to get a feel for the weapon and attack the creature
Round 9
Idril will yip and almost jump out of her skin as the door slams open and the two newcomers enter with arrows flying.
She will move over to (AC,29) and jump as high as she can to see if she could hit the little demon with her scarf at max extension.
Only 4 feet, so no.
Round 9
Idril runs over towards the fighting and attempts to jump up at whip her bladed scarf at the little demon, but she is unable to jump quite high enough. She feels that maybe with a little extra luck, she would have been able to make it.
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Arthur, hoisting his ranseur again, attempts to lunge at the quast, but he stumbles over his feet while trying to find a comfortable grip!
Fortunately, he keeps his footing and simply is unable to get off an attack, but nothing worse happens.
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Round 10
Dexter continues his inspiring performance, suddenly, his voice takes on an entirely serious tone and the fervor of his chanting rises into a song. He motions his hands in the tell-tale sign of magic, and then lets an icy ray fly forth from his hand and at the tiny demon!
His attack finds its target, and he deals the quasit 4 frost damage and she seems to frost over where the ray hits.
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Round 10
The beautiful elf draws back her bow once more, her arrow acquiring a faint glow as she does so. With a flurry, she let's another volley of 3 arrows strike out at the demon in a clustered shot!
All three arrows lodge themselves into the demon's chest, dealing her a whopping 23 damage! The creature spits blood and starts falling to the ground, straining to keep herself in the air.
"Foul creature, may the unerring string of Calistra drive you back into the depths of hell from whence you came. You shall trouble this town no more!"
The creature let's out a shrill scream laced with the fear and emotion that can only come from a scream one has as they are about to die. The quasit drops the the top of the alter, bleeding heavily and coughing more blood.
".... You.... you are all FOOLS! I am a favored child of Lamashtu. My death is only a temporary setback... You may have killed me, but you can do nothing to stop what has already been set in motion! *cough cough cough*
The tiny demon then collapses, completely dead!
Fraadok, while glad that the quasit is dead, reaches down to pull out an arrow or two from the body, curious to see what killed the creature so quickly.
"Back to the Abyss with you demon, my Mistress has already judged you once, you will not have a second judgment."
With that he stabs and twists his longspear through the creature.
The blood splattered Fraadok, looks back at the others with tears of blood, "The creature had the ablilty to heal itself even when it gave the appearance of death, this was one of the only ways to ensure she did not come back."
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On Going Effects: Enlarge Person, 16 rounds; Divine Favor, 5 rounds; Detect Magic, 6 rounds; Magic Weapon, 6 rounds;
Fraadok studies Shalelu's arrows for a minute, deducing the elf must have been using a gravity bow spell to increase the damage of her attacks.
Ending her monologue, she lets out another ear-piercing screech as she produces a dagger from within her gown. Slashing her own wrist, she lets her blood fall into the bubbling waters below. As soon as the blood hits the pool there is a bright flash and a large rubbling. The water appears to almost boil, and then, with a huge splash, a Sinspawn jumps out of the pool! After this, the water's glow diminishes noticeably.
Fraadok still dripping the quasit's blood, walks back to greet their rescuers, stepping over the pool in the room.
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On Going Effects: Enlarge Person, 15 rounds; Divine Favor, 4 rounds; Detect Magic, 5 rounds; Magic Weapon, 5 rounds;
Taking a fair amount of time (let's say about 20 minutes), Fraadok paces around the pool. He knows that the well is an object of immense power, and immense evil. He does not know what exactly it does, or how it is activated, but it is clear that the well's power fades with each use, and judging by the quasit's reaction, it is probably pretty low on power. He can also tell that making contact with the water would probably hurt. Probably shouldn't touch the water.
With that in mind, he uses the end of his spear to pull out the knife from the water, handing it to Thalrik for further inspection. Studying the blade for a long while, Thalrik deduces that it is a +1 returning silver dagger. Sweet!
Unfortunately, this well is an ancient evil thing, apparently a relic from Ancient Thassilon. If only one of you had a book or something about Ancient Thassilonian stuff!
Breathing a sigh of relief, Thalrik paced quickly across the room to greet their rescuers. "Good thing you showed up. We weren't exactly in any real danger of falling at this creatures hands, but it might well have taken us all day to kill her with what was at our disposal."
Noting Fraadok poking around the pool, he moved to do the same "Hmmm, this IS interesting isn't it?"
However his curiosity soon left him, the half-elf taking a few startled steps back, frowning more than usual "It is a foul thing! I came across it in Quinks journal. According to his studies, we are looking at a Runewell, thought luckily this one appears to be only of minor power." He knelt down and put his backpack on the ground, retrieving the journal and flipping quickly though it. Finding the correct page, he nodded, his memory confirmed. "Yes, a Runewell. Judging from the Sinspawn that appeared from it, and the theme of this place so far, we are dealing with a Runewell of Wrath." He rose, pacing around the room as he continued. "These Runewell feed on departed souls aligned with their sin, in this case wrathful souls. Upwards of a mile from here, anyone dying with wrath in their hearts will have their soul drawn into it, to feed its power. All the goblins that died the other day...it is likely they fueled the creation of ever Sinspawn we've encountered."
Stopping and slamming the journal shut, he returned to his backpack to pack it again "If all the power is drained from it, it will go inert. Seemingly there are two ways to do so, either by creating more Sinspawn, or by touching it, although the later is dangerous. Were it to fall inert we could destroy it, although I do not know how."
He looked at the others, a sigh on his lips and a tired look in his eyes "But that can wait I think. The Runewell isnt going anywhere, and we can return tomorrow, compel more Sinspawn to arise until its power is exhausted, then start trying to find a way to destroy it for good."
Oh my, and this thing was right under the town? rather a bad news. Between Tsuto, the wall the beloved of Lamasu and the goblins tribes banding together looks like we have much to do still.
says arthur still shaken with the whole ordeal
Thalrik and Fraadok pace about the pool, studying it carefully for several minutes. Thalrik also studies the knife as he ponders the well. During this time, Arthur and Fraadok return to their normal size.
Thalrik wrinkles his brow as he takes a look at the runes written on the walls and on the well, and realizes that this is clearly an archaic form of Ancient Thassilonian. Lightbulbs going off, he pulls out Brodert Quink's journal and begins frantically flipping through the pages. He stops and reads through a page he remembered scanning over earlier and then exclaims:
"It is a foul thing! I came across it in Quinks journal. According to his studies, we are looking at a Runewell, thought luckily this one appears to be only of minor power." He knelt down and put his backpack on the ground, retrieving the journal and flipping quickly though it. Finding the correct page, he nodded, his memory confirmed. "Yes, a Runewell. Judging from the Sinspawn that appeared from it, and the theme of this place so far, we are dealing with a Runewell of Wrath." He rose, pacing around the room as he continued. "These Runewell feed on departed souls aligned with their sin, in this case wrathful souls. Upwards of a mile from here, anyone dying with wrath in their hearts will have their soul drawn into it, to feed its power. All the goblins that died the other day...it is likely they fueled the creation of ever Sinspawn we've encountered."
Stopping and slamming the journal shut, he returned to his backpack to pack it again
"If all the power is drained from it, it will go inert. Seemingly there are two ways to do so, either by creating more Sinspawn, or by touching it, although the later is dangerous. Were it to fall inert we could destroy it, although I do not know how."
He looked at the others, a sigh on his lips and a tired look in his eyes "But that can wait I think. The Runewell isnt...
Fraadok looks up from his own ponderings to listen to the half-elf. As he does so, two drops of blood slowly slide down the length of his spear, and drop into the Runewell! There is another sudden rumbling as the well's light increases and flashes! Then, two Sinspawn reach their disgusting hands up and jump out of the pool with a scream! The well's glow fades noticeably after the Sinspawn emerge.
seeing the new enemy Crap, Again ? arthur snap into focus in order to face the new ennemy
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On Going Effects:
Shalelu and Dexter join Arthur and idril while the other two gents examine the well.
"what is this place? Dexter filled me in on tsuto, and that his journal mentioned these catacombs... But I could have never imagined such evil was below our feet... But let us make haste back to the surface. I have much news concerning the goblin menace..."
She is cut short by the screams of newly born sin spawn.
Ok, so the order shall be:
1. Shalelu
2. Idril
3. Sinspawn
4. Fraadok
5. Arthur
6. Thalrik
7. Dexter
EDIT* oops! forgot you Idril, I'm sorry! Luckily you posted while I was editing!
Shalelu gracefully spins around Dexter and takes position at the top of the room. (Move Action to V 27)
She grimaces:
"Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised... The Heroes of Sandpoint seem to find danger behind every corner."
She then unleashes two arrows in rapid succession at the closest one of the creatures.
Both arrows strike the Sinspawn, dealing 5 damage.
"Ah ha! You too will feel the string of my arrows!"
Round 1
After being struck by Shalelu's accurate shooting, the Sinspawn roar's and then runs up to the elf maiden, clashes flashing and teeth gleaming! (5' step up to the elf)
plus sinful bite (DC 12 Will)
However, the elf proves to be far too nimble, and she casually dodges each of the creature's attacks.
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The other creature almost looks like it is smiling, and then it moves up and viciously attacks Fraadok with tooth and nail! (5' step to Fraadok)
plus sinful bite (DC 12 Will)
Fraadok gets hit by the Sinspawns wrathful bite! As he struggles to push the creature off himself, the opponent gets in another claw attack! Fraadok takes 7 damage, but manages to resist the strange venom courses through his bite wound.
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Round 1
Fraadok sensing that he could be boxed in if not careful, steps to the side and thrusts his longspear at the sinspawn threating Shalelu.
"May the Lady of Graves judge you quickly."
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On Going Effects:
Round 1
Idril whirls around to find another sinspawn attacking.
She smiles.
"It is unfortunate for you to be on the ground this time."
She unwinds her bladed scarf as she dances to (X,26) and flank attacks the one in (X,27).
for a possible slashing damage.
Round 1
Idril moves into a flanking position and whips her bladed scarf at the sinspawn, but at the last minute the creature deflects the attack with it's claws.
Fraadok, taking advantage of Idril's attack, uses it as an opportunity to sneak his spear in and hit the creature for 7 damage.
Round 1
Arthur will strick the creature attacking fraadok
[dice=Acid Splash "KIYAAAAHH!!!!"]1d20 + 3 + 1[/dice]
Round 1
Arthur rushes around the runewell and comes to Fraadok's aid! He lashes forward with his club (can you lash forward with a club? Ah well), and attempts to strike the sinspawn. Unfortunately, Arthur misjudges the creature's speed and his attack comes in too slow, just barely missing!
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Dexter moves to the side and whips out his little gnomish flute. No not that. Seriously, guys, keep your minds outta the gutter.
A tear in his eye, he strums the instrument and begins to sing a passionate lament to his fallen comrades:
"Oh my Darlin, oh my Darlin, oh my Darlin Dayhammer! Lost and dying in a dungeon, oh my Darlin Dayhammer!"
"He had a buddy, who's name was Ferdin, his name was Ferdin Grenling! And now their dying in a dungeon, best friends for ever Ferdin and Darlin!"
His song is so beautiful and emotional, that the wrathful sinspawn calm down enough to shed a single tear.
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Thalrik motions his hands in the approximate shape of an orb, magic words spewing forth from his mouth, until a glob of acid appears suspended in his hands. He let's the blob fly at the injured sinspawn, landing a direct hit!
The creature screams and takes 4 damage!