Sunday charges towards Mammy and swings his bastard sword towards one of the images. The blade swipes through open air between two of the Mammy's and misses. She looks at Sunday curiously, tilting her head and speaking as if to a child she adds "Why, I think I can't wait to hang your eyeballs around my neck! What a pretty pretty decoration they shall be. Mmmmm. Hold still for justa moment now, wouldya?"
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Locking eyes with the foul monster, Yavenee's own eyes turn black as she calls upon the power to weaken her opponent's focusing on the mind's defenses.
Delendir turns his head and covers his eyes to avoid seeing the farm in flames. Drops slide through his face, his hand clenches around the bow.
Then, when the multiple mammies appear, he breathes deeply and resolves to protect the group as good as he can. The half-elf steps next to Krysta, then, a rain of arrows bathes the mammy in an attempt to discover which one is the right one.
Elisai moves up to a downed one and attempts to pop it on the head with her greatsword.
Sunday's charge misses but his energy attack manages to destroy one of the images. Elisa steps up and severely injures one of the ogrekin, it's cry largely lost in the blaze behind him. The obese woman is able to resist the lasting effects of Yavenee's gaze, but suffers a temporary setback for the time being. All three of Delendir's arrows strike their targets, and surprisingly two of them find the real Mammy amidst the images. Another one of her images pop which leaves five images remaining.
The ogrekin next to Ragnhildr and Grace both stand and and thrust their spears into their victims. Both attacks are near simultaneous in timing and both strike the shoulders of their appoints The third ogrekin swipes and attempts to bite Elisai from the ground but fails on both attempts.
Mammy doesn't so much move forward as much as she oozes forward, her huge mass moving up beside Sunday. When she reaches beside him she casts a spell () on Delendir which seems to radiate to those close to him.
Y=21
M=15+18
Krysta was caught off guard by the sudden onset of hostilities that appeared from no where. She didn't see them coming and wasn't pleased about that. She had been so distracted that she didn't even feel the spell come over her until she realized that her movements were far too slow. She turned to glare at the only one who might have been able to cast it and gave a strangely slow roar of anger as she took to the skies and flew towards Mammy Graul all too slowly.
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"If yer gonna stab me, STAB ME LIKE YE BLOODY MEAN IT," Ragnhildr bellows as she dives in for the attack.
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"Ugh, shut her up." He says to those around him before turning to the downed Ogrekin and rushing it. "You should have stayed in the fire!"
[dice=Bastard Sword (charge)]1d20+10+2
[dice=Damage (slashing, magical)]1d10+14+2[dice=Spirits]1d20+8
[dice=Damage (negative energy)]1d4+2+2
Everything seems to become very slow around for Delendir.
The half-elf looks side to side not fully understanding "You... Mammy... get... to... pay... now..." and keeps shotting arrows at the belly creature, suddenly realizing how slow he has become.
Narrowing his eyes as he feels something harmlessly wash over him Sunday turns and charges the Ogrekin Matriarch.
Elisai shrugs off the spell and proceeds to full attack
Seeing the effect of the monster's magic, Yavenee reaches out to pull her companions out of the pocket of slowed time, while accelerating it for herself. Even as she does, the chilling dark giggling laughter bubbles up from within, washing over her enemy.
Sunday's dispatch of the ogrekin causes Mammy to wave her hands frustaredly in the air. Rather than being upset she growls "Kunkel was always worthless!" as she dismisses her dying son by the fire. Sunday's charge toward the ogrekin ends with him slashing away another one of her images.
As Ragnhildr's strikes both miss the ogrekin before her, he retaliates in kind with two attacks of his own. She easily dodges the spear when it is thrust back to the same place he struck before, completely predictable. She doesn't see him leaning in to bite her on her forearm though, the sharp rotting teeth clamping down on her skin and tearing a patch of flesh out .
Grace isn't able to shake the spell from Mammy and things around her begin to slowdown. Despite that she doesn't miss a beat and quickly leaps into song as she begins to incourage her allies with a melodic tune. .
Mammy takes note of Yavenee's laugh with a curious tilt of her head. A smirk crosses her large lips as if she is pleasantly amused by the actions of Yavenee. The look is short lived however when Delendir's arrow passes through one of her images and brings the count down to two.
Both of Elisai's attacks strike the ogrekin and she quickly dispatches the creature. This draws an exasperated sigh from Mammy as well, "Benk you are worthless! The lot of you were not worth the trouble, I swear!" Mammy and her shadows take a 5' step away from Krysta and Sunday and cast another spell.
Ragnhildr turns the grimace of pain and distaste into a feral smile as she uses her bitten arm to pull the ogrekin's face closer to her's.
"Ye made me bleed, now it's my turn," she growls before lightning arcs along her blade and she thrusts for his belly.
"Beware! Her magic makes her seem a bit off from where she actually is." Yavenee calls out.
Delendir smiles as the images are quickly decimated. The half-elf has a second to say without turning his attention "That cackle is horrible Yavenee. It makes my skin into goosebumps"
The ranger steps forward shoting another arrow with inspired Grace's precision.
Thanks to the regained speed, the ranger is able to send one more arrow towards the Mammy.
Sunday steps up and hacks fruitlessly at the ogress but only the spirits following him are able to navigate through the Illusionary magic.
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Ragnhildr's attack finally finds the scorched ogrekin. Given the previous burns and damaged it sustained during the fall from the upper story window, it collapses from her attack and falls to the ground before her.
Sunday's attacks all miss, his energy attack knocking down the last of Mammy's illusory shadows. Having cleared the way for Delendir, the ranger places his mark square on the throat of Mammy. His arrow blasts through her neck and rips a huge portion of flesh away in the process. The large ogrekin gasps loudly followed by a guttural scream of agony. It's likely she tried to voice some verbal complaint, but her words are drown out in pain and suffering.
Krysta, still moving incredibly slowly, flew around the large ogress and landed opposite Sunday. This time she was well within range that the spellcaster couldn't just step away from her this time.
Seeing the effect of the monster's magic, Yavenee reaches out to pull her companions out of the pocket of slowed time, while accelerating it for herself. Even as she does, the chilling dark giggling laughter bubbles up from within, washing over her enemy.
continuing to laugh, Yavennee draws upon her power to manipulate time again, this time accelerating Elisai and Ragnhildr.
Elisai moves up to her (accelerated) speed and lashes out with her Greatsword.
Elisai moves up to strike Mammy, but the large ogrekin is more elusive than she anticipates as her greatsword swooshes through the open air.
Grace continues her auditory assistance while moving into position to allow a ranged assault. She loads and arrow and lets it fly towards Mammy but clearly didn't take enough time to prepare as her shot misses high and wide by several feet.
Mammy takes a 5' step to the south of Krysta as she begins to chant in quick harsh tones as her eyes flutter to the back of her head. She moves her trembling right hand towards Krysta and places it on her chest. A shroud of black particles scatter over the dragons body from the point of touch and suddenly she is overcome with extreme weakness like she has never known.
Stepping in time with the Ogrekin, Sunday viciously hacks into her twice.
Her opponent defeated, Ragnhildr turns and charges the obese sorceress. Her sword flashes in the light of the flames as she strikes.
"Hello~! So glad I get the chance to introduce you to my sword," the young warrior practically sings as lightning begins to arc down her arms and blade.
Sunday's first attack misses, but he adjusts his swing for the second strike which finally causes the large mother to bleed. His spirits are unable to make it through the displacement spell and miss harmlessly.
Ragnhildr moves towards the mother ogrekin with an intimidating crackle of electricity that catches the curiosity of Mammy. "Well deary, you look a little hot tempered?" The swipe of the mageknight comes up short however and Mammy issues a "Hmmph." before quickly losing interest and moving on to the next threat.
"This is the las farm you take woman!" shouts Delendir to the giantess while shotting a hell of arrows thanks to Yevanees' removal of the slow effect.
Coninuing her laughter Yavenee casts he baleful glare on the ogrekin matron, chanting in a harsh disjointed tone, her hands extended, clenching her fists as she attempts to seize control of the enemy woman's body.
Krysta felt the magic take hold of her and her movements return to normal as she snapped at Mammy when she cast her spell but her reactions were still recovering and she wasn't sure if she was quite quick enough.
By the time she could move normally the dragon was ready. She quickly shuffled to one side before unleashing a furious assault that even included using the edges of her wings to slice at Mammy as she was determine to kill the fat sorceress if she could.
Delendir's first attack slams into Mammy, but her displacement causes his second and third shots to miss. While continuing her song, Grace loads and launches another bolt towards Mammy. Unfortunately she is completely off the mark and misses. Badly.
Krysta however is able to feel the true location of Mammy, not fooled by her magical illusionary parlor tricks. She tears into Mammy first with her teeth and then with two of her claws, ripping and rending pieces of the fatty flesh off of her body. Mammy starts to scream but her sounds are abrubtly silenced with Yavenee's spell lands and catches Mammy completely off guard.
As Mammy's body locks up Sunday goes into a frenzy of slashing and whirling spirits.
Lightning dances on Ragnhildr's blade as a feral wolfish smile comes to her lips.
"Nay, 'tis not fire ye should fear, but the cold bite of winter's fury," she tells the wretched creature before her. Then her sword dives in to drink deep of the witch's blood.
"What's there to fear about fire? It always fixes things!" Sunday cackles, a slight reverb in the tone from the coalescing spirits.
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Ragnhildr's attack, had it landed, would have driven the winter's fury deep into Mammy and perhaps accomplished her goal. Instead, the mageknight puts so much power into her strike that it slides past the woman's body, missing. Mammy intended to remark about the strike but never got the chance. The unstoppable force known as Sunday rips Mammy apart with two slashes, one so vicious that it tears the large woman nearly in two.
Dropping to the ground the ogrekin's body shudders before it stops moving completely. with the battle over, the sounds of the house roaring in flame fill the clearing in the forest. Thick black smoke rises into the sky.
As the last foe falls, Sunday lets out a chuckle that turns into heavy breaths while his rage and the disinterred spirits recede. Slinging the gore from his blade he turns to look at the burning building. "That's funny... it's so beautiful, but... why am I cold?" he mumbles to himself, wobbling slightly.
Despite the brightness of the flames dancing all around his shadow seems to shrink rather than extend, casually fading away entirely.
"In the end her magic was as weak as her flesh." Yavenee says as she walks closer.
"If it wasn't for the parlor tricks I wouldn't have known her a Mage at all."
Ragnhildr spits upon the corpse while muttering something that sounds like a curse.
Shalelu pokes her head catuiously out of the barn and looks for a sign that the coast is clear. Once she receives word, she and the three rescued Black Arrows join you. Jakardros sees the dead butchered body of Mammy and slowly walks up to it until he is standing directly over it. He looks down at the dead ogrekin and mutters a few things under his breath before turning on his heels and heading back to your group. Looking over you all he says "You have my thanks for taking care of that foul beast. Let me formally introduce you to the remaining Black Arrows. This is Vale Temros and Kaven Windstrike."
Vale is dark skinned and bald, but possesses a friendly reassuring smile. After the the most severe of his imprisonment has passed he begins to ask quite a lot of questions. Turning to no one in particular he asks, "So you're mercenaries working for the Lord Mayor of Magnimar? Are you from Magnimar? You seem to be quite a mixed bunch, right? What are you going to do next? Are you going to accompany us back to Fort Rannick? What is your combat experience in sieges like? Have you-" Jakardros places a hand on the dark skinned mans shoulder which causes his litany of questions to subside. Vale stops speaking without apology, but still looks for answers to his questions.
Kaven Windstrike, who when he is cleaned and healthy is likely a handsome young man with dark hair and emerald eyes, stands motionless in the back. While magic has healed most of his wounds, it clear that some addition trauma persists him.
When the party was dressing his wound he seemed to avoid wanting to be touched. When the party is speaking, he stands towards the back and shies away from any interaction. It's almost as if the absence of his interaction is drawing attention to him.
"I dunno if I'd call us mercenaries. More like the right people at the right time," Ragnhildr replies, "if you're up for it, let's get you guys away from this place and get some food in our bellies. I'm starting to get hungry."
"yeah, fire tends to spread." Sunday muses while watching the inferno.
"These ogres are dead now. We will worry about the others that plague you another day." Yavenee says.