Tavius lands his attack, cracking several rips of the crypt thing he is attacking.
The Hound Archon misses his attack.
Kjell should be able only to move into the room.
The lantern archons blast the figure sitting at his desk, momentarily bathing him in light.
Initiative
Spellcaster
Andros
Tavius
Druhir
Laurelin
Kjell
Crypt Things
At the attention of the Archons, the cloaked figure sitting at the desk explodes. There is a moment of soaring victory in your mind before you realize that the explosion is shedding hot sand and fire into the room. The figure reforms standing erect, facing the Hound Archon, the chair tipped over. What may once have been a human or an elf is now a decayed horror, empty eye sockets gaping, dry rictus mouth seeming to scream in silent terror.
Slashing and Fire Damage
seeing that there is no room for him to enter that room Jovich waits in the hallway.
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[ooc]If it's an abberation or outsider I get an additional +2, which brings me up to the DC, but I'm guessing it's an undead.
Kjell is mostly unfazed by the blast of sand and heat, but the sudden horror of the creature sends his mind reeling. What foul monster is THIS?
(sand attack evaded, no damage)
Being invisible, Laurelin's reaction - if any - is likewise invisible.
Not in the room so not sure if I need to make these saves or not.
No damage:Evasion
Evasion, no effect
I will use this roll, no effect.
Tavius twists his body, moving even before the sand comes out. He is likewise nonplussed by the undead creature's horrific appearance. The things he studied under to gain power had showed him such refined levels of fear. This mere panic was nothing. Except that some of his group fell for it.
"Ah, I see I'm going to have to take you down first. You will need to bring much more than this charade to deal with me."
As he attacks, he keeps his hands folded together in front of him. His body moves as if he was attacking and his foe registers impacts.
Not in the room so not sure if I need to make these saves or not.
[dice=Reflex Save]1d20 + 13 No damage:Evasion
[dice=Will Save]1d20 + 5
[dice=Paralyzed ]1d4
Andros steadies his mind with ease, but the sand catches him unaware, just barely crying out as the sand lashes him in his face, leaving him all but helpless.
The witch resists the fearful presence of the undead and uses her split hex ability to target two Crypt Things that are not yet wounded with her icy tomb hex.
Two crypt things are entombed in ice.
Two of the archons are blasted out of this plane by the burning sand. One manages to survive and casts Aid on himself.
As Kjell freezes up, he feels a flash of pain that distracts him for a moment.
Kjell grunts and howls as a spike of pain focuses his mind, and he throws off the paralyzing fear of the undead creature. "I will not fall!"
The barbarian lashes out with his fist, a powerful blow fueled by anger and raw strength.
Even as the celestial shakes its head trying to regain his sight, Andros blindly lashes out at the skeleton in front of him, fours fists in a wicked tempest.
The archon likewise tries to find his target with the end of a sword.
The two crypt things exude waves of reality altering spatial distortions, causing a moment of nausea. When you recover, you see that some of you are missing, or that you are not where you once were.
Kjell, Druhir, both Archons, and one of the crypt things disappear.
Kjell, Druhir, and the Lantern Archon find themselves in a small wood paneled hallway. A single wooden door with a brass pull and inset lock lead to the East. It is closed.
The Hound Archon finds himself in a large wood paneled room in which there is a single skeleton of some large humanoid.
The spellcasting horror grabs for Tavius, grasping at air.
The skeleton is surprised and gets no action.
Breathing a sigh of relief after the jarring of the teleport Druhir notes Well, at least we are not surrounded by enemy. And there are three of us here. We must try to get back to the others and there is only one way to move forward. Kill, the door.
Kjell looks around, his eyes wild and seething, but Druhir's comments bring him back to reality. With an eager nod, he slams into the door, shoving his whole weight against it with the force of his rage.
As Kjell moves to the door the lantern archon casts Aid on him at the witches diretion. It then casts aid on her as she heals it, healing it to full. It hovers happily over her head.
[dice=knowledge:religion]1d20+13
Tavius believes that this creature resembles some mummified undead. Possibly a Lord of Mummies or Dread Mummy? The creature resembles mummies with it's horror causing abilities, but also seems to have powers beyond those of a typical mummy. What it's full power is, he can't guess.
As Tavius is wracking his mind for knowledge of the Mummy, the creature dissolves into a swarm of sand, a sort of dust devil. The sand swirls around the remaining Crypt thing and passes through tiny gaps around the panels as though being sucked through, much as a vampire in gaseous form might.
Given that the mummy is gone, he will focus his energies on the crypt thing not entombed. "Ignore the ones in the ice, we'll have a few minutes to get back to them."
The crypt thing withers under the assault of Tavius' lashing.
Kjell breaks through the sturdy wooden door, sending splintered wood into the room beyond. This room also has wood paneling, but here it has been overrun with a thick black mold covering nearly all of the walls.
Jovich tries in vain to move into the room as there is no space for him to enter.Finally he hears less noise from those that were traveling with him. He decides it is time to try the room again and stops just as he peers around the corner.
Andros should have a turn in a room with the desk (a few papers scattered across it) and of course the two crypt things entombed in ice and the one who just ended his undeath.
Andros makes his way over to the fallen Crypt Thing, and picks up its glaive.
"Now we're talking," he says, with a grim smile.
(Edit):
He also checks the desk quickly, looking at the papers.
The papers are all written in a language Andros does not understand, something very disorganized and wandering all over the page. Given your location, probably Abyssal.
Andros, the immediate threat gone, takes a moment to look around the room, after he clears his eyes, particularly looking for weapons that work with his agility.
More mold. Druhir states unhappily, wondering if it might be demonic in nature.
The lantern archon instinctually detects for evil on the mold before blasting a small section with a light laser.
Lyr also considers the mold before blasting it with a Starlight Blast.
The Crypt Thing is wearing an elaborate breastplate adorned with the wings of birds in an iridescent pattern, something like a peacock or a phoenix, but nothing he recognizes. It also wears a weapons belt on which there is a scabbard with a kukri. A red enameled steel ring adorns its left hand.
The other two Crypt Things are, of course, entombed in ice.
Having seen the Mummy Thing exit through the wall, it isn't hard to find a panel that releases this secret door.
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Druhir doesn't immediately recognize the mold, but it doesn't seem to be reaching out for her or anything. The light doesn't seem to affect the mold, but the damage burns a small area free. Again, the mold fails to react.
From her vantage point in the room Druhir surveys what she can. Not sure what the mold is. she says to Kjell. What can you make out in the room. Looks like two doors. Hmm. She looks for details, magic auras, and tracks. And she listens for combat or other noises. The creature that teleported us has a somewhat limited range. We might here others if we listen.
Druhir will have the archon use its remaining duration lasering off the mold from both doors and anything else that loos interesting, as long as that does not raise a dust cloud or release spores.
Tavius will take the papers for later evaluation and sniff out the other members of the group.
The cracks around the paneling in the southeast corner actually reveal a concealed door cleverly fit into the paneling. There is a small panel that can be depressed to unlatch and open the door.
"Oh, thank Iomedae. I needed this." Andros gratefully straps the kukri to his back, after checking for magic on it. He likewise analyzes the ring for any auras, and scans the fallen undead as well. Should he detect any, he hands it to Tavius, who clearly knows a thing or two about magic.