Muse watches the deadly vapors scythe through Halak's orcs, watches them drop dead without a word. Watches as Turion is enveloped, as the elf lurches to safety.
Protected by his wizardry?
"Ugh...a cloudkill spell. Don't linger in the area - I'll try and get rid of it."
Don't linger? Don't freaking linger?!
Unable to combat the spell, Muse makes tracks for where Turion is standing. Turion seems calm enough, this is probably a safe distance.
The shaman's aptly named cloudkill rushes towards them as Turion flips through his spellbook. Is he going to dispel it? Can he? Brolin's never seen Turion cast something so terrifying, not even his grasping tentacles snuff out lives with such cold efficiency.
"Omit, Turion's good, but that spell -"
"Might prove beyond him, yes. Cloudkill is fifth circle, on the level of teleport and -"
But Muse realizes somethingthat might save their lives.. "It clings to the ground; heavier than air! Don't risk dispel magic, use create pit!"
"I am not certain that would work, Brolin.", the Elf replied as he frantically tried to retrieve the spell he needed from book and memory, then inquires absent-mindedly: "Admittedly, my knowledge of that spell is largely theoretical, so if one of your friends suggested it works based on experience...?"
“Just eyeballing it, I don’t think you could drain the cloud.”
“My bad. Don’t let me distract you.”
Muse turns invisible and ends turn.
With one miss but then two mighty blows, Kazador manages to bring down the most senior-looking of the orcs. Algric and Kelian lash out at the orcs and seriously wound one more of them.
The two remaining orcs recover their senses after the initial surprise and, seeing Fyrtor as the only one they can all three reach, lash out at him, trying to thin their enemies' ability to fight. Fyrtor is attacked with and manages to dodge all but one very well-placed blow (nat 20, not confirmed).
The orcish sorcerer's cloud continues rolling down the hallway. The sorcerer decides to further plug up the entrance for any attackers and conjures another cloud there, this one stationary.
”Fyrtor, make way.” Kazador growled. Two orcs left. If the Druidic warrior stepped but five feet away, Kazador was certain he could handle both of the foes. He now had room to swing, and he had more than a little anger to work out.
nonlethal
Keenly aware that her presence is now known -- if not her exact whereabouts -- and having observed the shaman casting not one but two spells covering large areas, Mel decides that remaining in place is unwise, even at the cost of letting the shaman cast another spell.
She flexes her left wrist, and the potion stored in her wrist sheathe slides into her palm. Toivottavasti tämä juttu toimii, she thinks, and slugs it back.
Taking a breath, she bounces on her toes a bit and pushes off, gently arcing into the air, passing over the confused melee below.
No one can see her just now; but if they could, they would see a smile broadening her face. Even in the midst of a fight -- to fly is a marvelous thing.
With his guard up Fyrtor steps back over the body of the captain that Kazador laid low. As he does so he lashes out again at the orc he attacked first. But his strikes are clumsy, only the feels right at all.
Fyrtor brings down another orc, there is only one remaining in the tower!
No longer pinned against the wall, Algric attacked the last orc with his axe, completely uncaring of any harm it would cause him.
The moment the spell locks into Túrions mind, he starts gathering Arcane Energy.
The underlaying weave was...weak, in a effective yet simple pattern. Undoing it would be as easy as tugging on a strand...with a gesture and some words, the Elven mage severs the Clouds connection to reality, causing it to dissipate almost instantly. With a slightly smug grin, he comments: "It is undone."
The cloud unweaves itself rapidly, the toxic fumes zipping back out of existence as quickly as they came.
As Fyrtor withdraws his bloody blade and the orc archer collapses to the floor, Kelian steps into his place -- almost before he hits the ground even -- affording both Algric and himself room to swing at the one remaining orc.
x2 if confirmed
"Quickly! Let's finish this so that I can cast my spells safely and the fight can be ended."
Turion clears the path forward. Well now I feel silly for doubting him.
"I should get in there," Muse's disembodied voice tells the party wizard where he's off to. "Take care of yourself."
Kelian lands two solid blows on the remaining orc but doesn't put him down, leaving the orcs in the tower nearly finished while Turion gets rid of the cloudkill spell.
The orc lashes back at Turion, landing one blow (12 dam) but failing the other. He snarls at his opponents with his back to the corner.
The orcish mage, seeing his spell disappear, casts a spell on himself and lifts off the ground, seeking a target. Kazador draws his attention and a spell strikes hard into the dwarf who draws his attention (11 dam).
The elven mage suddenly vanishes, and moments after, an invisible hand seems to lead Nelly to a new position she is supposed to hold.
Active Effects:
Haste (+1 attack/full attack, +1 to hit, +1 AC(dodge), +1 Reflex Save, +30 feet speed(max double regular) - Round 4/10
Improved Invisibility(various effects) on Mel - Round 3/10
Improved Invisibility(various effects) on Túrion - Round 1/10
The orc now has his attention to! Ignoring the last orc in the tower, Kazador walked to the window and glared at the flying orc. He trusted his companions to finish clearing the tower. He spoke but one word.
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Algric, though, was far less calm.
After cursing under his breath Fyrtor says, "Kelin, Algric, keep that one busy, I'll try to keep the shaman busy."
After a few moments spent looking for a weakness he crys out, "Sarenrae se lig blinde die goddelose!" Then there is a flash around the shaman.
(if evil)
rounds. (the DC is 16 or anyone else caught in the 10ft burst)
Mel floats over the mass of battling orcs, circling the shaman. She nocks an arrow and waits for him to cast another spell.
(and he doesn't get to add his DEX to his AC)
nonlethal
Kelian steps into the space Fyrtor opened, pressing a hand against his chest as he does so. His wounds dwindle, easing under his touch.
Then he raises his sword and sets to work determinedly on the one remaining orc.
x2 if confirmed
Kelian hacks into the orc and leaves it severely wounded but not dead.
Fyrtor's spell wounds the mage but he dodges the worst of it and is not blinded.
With a mighty swing of his hammer, Kazador finishes off the last orc in the tower. Only the mage remains a problem, his spells very deadly for harrying Halak's forces.
Muse will drop what he's holding, draw his shortbow while moving, and then ready an attack as his standard.
The flying orc begins casting a spell but Brolin and Mel immediately interrupt him (rudely) with arrows! He curses heavily in orcish as the spell falters. Then he snaps his fingers rapidly and the bolts of force streak back into Kazador. It seems this orc has a vendetta for the foe that he can see!
Halak's orcs rush forward, beginning to overpower their enemies, who are surprised by the sudden overwhelming of their tower forces and the odd assault on their spellcaster.
Algric, now at a window, began peppering the shaman with arrows.
Grunting in annoyance, Kazador raised his hammer and pointed it at the shaman, expanding that the offending magic be dispelled.
Mel repositions herself once more and nocks another arrow for the shaman.
vs flat-footed
non-lethal
Kelian moves to the stairs in the turret and makes his way downstair. He unbars the door and opens it, looking out into the field.
Fyrtor moves to the arrow slit next to Algric, drawing his bow as he goes. Once he gets next to the slit he sets his sword against the wall. Then he takes aim at the shaman and lets the shaft fly.
[ooc]-2 to AC for using buckler arm.[/dice]
Kazador tries to end the spell but fails.
Algric and Fyrtor land a few well-placed arrows on the flying orc.
Muse will ready an action to shoot if the shaman casts.
Túrion for a moment considers the possibility of the Shaman having Shield up and running - which would make Magic Missiles useless. Weighing his other options, he decides to make things a bit more difficult for the Shaman, and attempt to cut off the Orcs escape.
With a quick incantation and some invisible gestures, strands of webbing shoot forth from a point near the corner of the wall, blocking the passage going towards the Vaults, and attempting to snare both the Shaman and some nearby Orcs.
His spell effect manifesting, he indicates to Nelly to hold her position, then moves a few steps forward, to vacate his previous position in case some Orcs with acute hearing decided to fire arrows where they suspected him.
Active Effects:
Haste (+1 attack/full attack, +1 to hit, +1 AC(dodge), +1 Reflex Save, +30 feet speed(max double regular) - Round 5/10
Improved Invisibility(various effects) on Mel - Round 4/10
Improved Invisibility(various effects) on Túrion - Round 2/10
Web - effectively until dismissed/destroyed.
A grim determination sets the line of the mage's face as only Fyrtor manages to strike him. But he ignores the blow with impunity. His spell comes forth and explodes inside the tower!
The orc mage has a stoneskin spell active.
Missiles of pure force erupt from him with blinding speed, striking Kazador over and over.
Fyrtor cries out in pain and the flames scorch his face and hands. "Damn him! Is everyone ok?
Kazador glared at the orc. He was still standing, but he was in pain. ”I deserve this.” He thought to himself. ”But I’ll kill him first.”
Algric howled in pain and rage as he was set alight. Still smoking, he fired at the orc, refusing to back down. His first arrow flew unerringly toward the mage’s heart.
"He is protected by a spell that blocks weak blows. Arrows will have little effect! Kazador, can you get to him? I'll try again to blind him."
With a quick gesture and a few wispered words a glob of mud flys through the arrow slit at the mage.
It turns out that dwarves were not meant for flight. Magic was an amazing thing, but even the most potent of runic craft could not take a burly dwarf in full plate and make it a bird. Still, it was faster than walking.
Mel winces as flame and smoke belch out the arrow-slits of the tower. Swooping around, she lands on the floor by one of the pillars, nocking an arrow to target the caster should he try another spell.
nonlethal damage