"So..." the elf in the pool begins, "how many others are there amassed against the drow?"
Iolar throws herself back across the door jamb to evade the purple flames.
"I see you still have the old magic with women, Lothan."
Grimacing from the wounds, "Yeah... I still got it," he responds, the pain obvious as he speaks.
"So..." the elf in the pool begins, "how many others are there amassed against the drow?"
Turning his attention back to the elf, he looks to her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh yeah, you're still here. I completely forgot about you. How you ask? Hmmm. I don't know; let's see. I'd guess probably because - and this is just off the top of my head - because YOU JUST TRIED TO BLOW US UP AND I WAS JUST TOO FOCUSED ON TRYING TO NOT DIE!" he yells, obviously quite peeved. Then taking a moment to breathe and calm himself, "Okay, look, it seems we got off on the wrong foot here. Let's try something different. How about you don't blow us up anymore and we'll just leave? Hm? Sound good? Because you obviously have no desire to tell us who you are and why you're so freaking calm. Seriously how do you stay so calm in the midst of all this crap that's happening all around you? Also, for the record, you aren't some kind of god, are you? Or possibly a thirty foot monster with multiple arms and sword like teeth cleverly disguised as an elf? Or something else entirely? Because I'll confess, you got me curious, babe." He looks to her a moment, half expecting something else to blow up before, "Oh and as far as your question goes, the bird lady can probably answer that one for you." He motions to Iolar. "Because I really have no idea. And that's probably because I wasn't really paying attention. I gotta say, elves are a bit boring and I just kind of tune boring out. Just sayin' is all. Nothing personal because you're certainly not boring. You're more like... 'blow-uppy' or something." He shrugs, unable to find the right word.
"I never tried to blow you up; that trap was placed there by the drow. You could say I'm some kind of god, and you've conjectured correctly that this is a disguise, and your guess about my true form isn't far from what you say. So now, what can you tell me about what's going on out there? Or would you like to ask me more questions?"
Lothan stares at the elf wide-eyed a moment before finally finding his voice. "Um... okay. So that wasn't your trap? Hm. I just figured... since you didn't get hurt...," he mutters, looking a bit confused. Shrugging to himself, "ANYWAY, well, all right, um, as far as I know we're here to fight a bunch of drow. There's elves that we're helping to fight the drow. Not exactly sure how many elves there are. I know we lost a lot back at camp due to... 'something'. I can't remember what it was that attacked. Whatever it was must've been fairly formidable to take down a number of elves." He stares at the elf a moment before continuing. "Outside of that, as far as exact details, I'm really not your guy for that. I just know it's us and a bunch of elves trying to take down some drow along with a whole bunch of other freaks in this place that they've managed to team up with."
"Ignore him." Iolar steps past Lothan into the room.
"We have forces enough to force the drow back. Your allies are doomed unless you use divine powers to save them." A hardening of Iolar's tone indicates some doubt as to the elf-maiden's divinity.
"Have any other true elves passed through here?"
Vendric follows close behind Iolar drinking a CLW potion as he does.
He then voices his own questions.
"Why ally with the drow and what are they planning to do here?"
"Yes, only minutes ago, several of them were dragged through here, unconscious."
"Through there?" Iolar points at the double doors as she moves toward them without waiting for a reply. Painfully aware of the trap the Lothan sprang she cast detect magic on them.
"Yes."
You don't detect any magic.
At the door Iolar turns back toward the reclining elf-god.
"Will you try to stop us?"
The elf looks at Lothan. "No, I suppose not."
"Watch her," Iolar says to no one in particular. Then she opens the doors.
The doors open into a larger chamber. On the opposite side of the room stands a towering archway made of shimmering black stone. The archway's keystone seems strangely out of place - unlike the surrounding black stone, the keystone is a pale grey and bears fragments of a spiky set of Thassilonian runes. Inside the archway is a world of shadows in which a strangely beautiful elven city can bee seen. Smears of blood along the floor seem to lead up to and through the archway into the flickering world beyond.
Guarding the portal is a heavily scarred drow. "Master Nolveniss bade me give you his apologies," he says, almost whispering, "that he will not be present to see you die." He then attacks.
Initiative: Zoltan, drow, everyone else
Round 1
The drow is blinded by Zoltan's spell. He doesn't seem to care, though, and becomes frenzied, drawing a massive sword and charging at Iolar. Iolar just barely avoids being cleaved in two.
Lothan moving to get a clear shot, "Heads up!" he warns Iolar as he fires at the blinded drow.
Knowing that arrows are incoming, Iolar extends the leftward dodge that saved her from the sword blow. As she moves she calls upon Nethys and Gozreh to protect her.
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Eagle Small animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision; Perception +10
Defense: AC 14, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (+2 Dex, +1 natural, +1 size) hp 14 (1d8+1 +2 +7)
Fort +3 +2 , Ref +4, Will +2
Offense: Speed 10 ft., fly 80 ft. (average)
Melee 2 talons +3 (1d4+2), bite +3 (1d4+2)
Statistics
Str 10 +4 , Dex 15, Con 12 +4, Int 2, Wis 15, Cha 7
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 13
Feats: Weapon Finesse
Skills Fly +8, Perception +10; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception
Eagles generally weigh between 8 and 15 pounds, with a wingspan of up to 7 feet, depending on the species.
Edit: I got the whole squadron!
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Vendric moves up drawing his crossbow as he does. He quickly poisons the blog with one of the doses of Drow poison took from before and launches fires it at the drow.
[ooc]Moving to J19[/dice]
DC17 to resist the poison.
Round 1
Iolar summons a small flock of eagles that swarm and attack the scarred drow. He avoids most of the beak and talons, and of the few that hit him, only one actually breaks skin. Vendric and Lothan hit with their missiles, but the drow remains conscious.
Round 2
Zoltan makes the enemy's sword scalding hot. He doesn't let go, though, and stoically takes the damage.
The dark elf moves towards Lothan and unleashes two powerful swings of his sword. The first misses, but the second smashes and cuts into Lothan's ribcage, electricity and negative energy exploding from the wound . Some of the negative energy rebounds back at the drow, causing him minor damage.
Lothan falls in lifeless heap.
Alarmed that the drow felled Lothan, Iolar backs up and begins casting again.
The eagle squadron soars upward pivots and drops to slash at the drow again.
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You can see a hand crossbow strapped on him.
Seeing Lothan fall Vendric begins trying to think of a way to end this quickly. Thinking of an idea he drinks a sheild extract and attemps to fly over the drow into the room. As he flies he begins to think of how much of a bad idea this really is.
"Hey ugly. Why don't you come after a real challenge."
Vendric flies around the eagles as they tear into their target.
The drow swings his greatsword at Vendric and misses.
Round 3
Zoltan inflicts his curse onto the drow and his arms shrivel.
Vendric flies around the eagles as they tear into their target.
The drow swings his greatsword at Vendric and misses.
Round 3
Zoltan inflicts his curse onto the drow and his arms shrivel.
Iolar completes her spell and a large viciously tusked boar appears on the far side of the drow, nearly trampling Lothan. It charges the dark elf with scything tusks.
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Refl DC 17 for half damage
N Large animal
Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +12
Defense
AC 15, touch 9, flat-footed 15 (+6 natural, –1 size)
hp 50 (5d8+20) +8 (AS)
Fort +7 +2 (AS), Ref +4, Will +2
Defensive Abilities ferocity
Offense
Speed 40 ft.
Melee gore +10 (2d6+11) (
Statistics
Str 27, Dex 10, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 8
Base Atk +3; CMB +12; CMD 22
Feats Improved Initiative, Skill Focus (Perception), Toughness
Ferocity (Ex) A creature with ferocity remains conscious and can continue fighting even if its hit point total is below 0. The creature is still staggered and loses 1 hit point each round. A creature with ferocity still dies when its hit point total reaches a negative amount equal to its Constitution score.
Environment temperate or tropical forests
A typical adult daeodon is 10 feet long and 7 feet tall at the shoulder. It weighs approximately 2,000 pounds.
Round 3
The eagles continue their assault, while a large boar appears and attacks, cracking and exposing some of the darklands warrior's ribs. Iolar fires a bolt of lightning, which is partly dodged. Vendric attack with teeth and claws, getting in three good hits (6+9+9 dmg).
The drow looks moderately hurt.
Round 4
Zoltan burns the drow with two scorching rays. The drow swings blindly at Vendric and connects .
Vendric goes down with a potentially lethal wound, but his body quickly brings him out of danger by healing the worst of it.
The boar drives at the drow again.
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Rising into the air, Iolar casts sleet storm. "Zoltan, to Lothan."
Sleet Storm
School conjuration (creation) [cold]; Level druid 3, sorcerer/wizard 3
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M/DF (dust and water)
Range long (400 ft. + 40 ft./level)
Area cylinder (40-ft. radius, 20 ft. high)
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
Driving sleet blocks all sight (even darkvision) within it and causes the ground in the area to be icy. A creature can walk within or through the area of sleet at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can't move in that round, while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details).
The sleet extinguishes torches and small fires.
Round 4
Iolar summons a sleet storm.
Round 5
Zoltan touches Lothan with healing hands, reviving him.
The drow slashes at the boar and connects . The backlash of negative energy is enough to cause drow to drop dead.
Lothan's eyes pop open. Looking around, he suddenly remembers where he is. "Wha... Oh crap! Big bad drow dude!" He immediately stands, grabbing his bow and taking aim, looking around for the killer drow. "What happened? Where'd he..." He looks down and sees him lying on the ground, apparently dead. Lowering his bow, he looks to the others, "Well well, looks like you cats took care of it. I'm impressed, I gotta say. Good work people. Oh and Z, thanks for bringing me back from the dead, buddy." He pops him on the shoulder. "Thought I was a goner for sure." He then notices Vendric lying on the ground. "Oh crap! V's not dead is he?! Oh crap!" He quickly moves over to him, pulling out a vial of healing out of his pack. Popping the top, he opens the mouth of the alchemist and pours the liquid within. "C'mon, buddy! No time to die, my friend!"
Through the sleet storm, Iolar dips down to Vendric. Working by touch, she finds the half elf, draws her wand of cure light wounds and tries to revive him with it.
Well, who needs what for healing?
Once everyone is out of immediate danger, Iolar glances at the self-proclaimed goddess-elf and then looks into the new room.