Talon quickly evades most of the steam blast but the heat has effected him. he seems unable to see in the sudden change of environments. his hand reaching out for a wall, he tries to navigate in the direction he was originally moving, toward the stairs.
HP 243/250; Burn/non-lethal damage 1 (max 12)/17; Internal Buffer: 3/3
AC 34, touch 20, flat-footed 29; CMD 32
Fort +23, Ref +20, Will +15
Effects: Force Ward (0/25 temp hp)
Taerine hisses as the geyser hits her, though she dodges the worst of it and little water seems to actually touch her skin.
Taerine looks around, trying to make sure no more geysers will explode.
"This way," she says, directing her companions toward the stairway and looking around for any possible enemies or other obstacles.
Taerine frowns as the fog prevent her from seeing what lies ahead.
"Step aside," she cautions her companions, then gestures toward the stairway she was heading toward.
A jet of flame surges from her hand toward it, her body seeming to dissolve into fire as it races forward before rematerializing at the base of the stairs.
As she arrives, her form glows with a sullen red nimbus.
Taerine begins leading her companions through the fog toward the stairs.
As you lead your companions on, you notice three of lumps in the snow, frozen men encased in ice. You could probably break them out if you had time, but you don't at the moment. Maybe after the geyser stops trying to boil you.
Mere seconds after the geyser's eruption (the second round of travel) the water from the geyser starts condensing and the rapidly cooling water begins running down the ceiling of the stairwell and dripping down in a forest of quickly freezing icicles.
The cold doesn't hurt Taerine thanks to her ring as she escapes from the chill, though she grimaces as the heat scalds her again before she makes her way to safety on the stairs.
HP 212/250; Burn/non-lethal damage 1 (max 12)/17; Internal Buffer: 3/3
AC 34, touch 20, flat-footed 29; CMD 32
Fort +23, Ref +20, Will +15
Effects: Force Ward (0/25 temp hp)
Reflex 1
Acrobatics (of course I can just fly as well)
Ragnvald plows through the sudden confluence of ice and boiling water cursing the whole time.
Reflex 2 vs. Cold
Reflex 3 vs Water.
Tor begins a good Dwarven grumble about the cold, but keeps it under his breath while he waits for the spell to take effect.
Silas gets blasted in the face by the scalding water and steam. After a moment of the intense heat and searing pain, He looks about and focuses his mind. This is going to be much worse than the tomb, i'm afraid...
Calling to his mind the symbols needed, Silas starts to inscribe them in the air, bending magic to his fingertips.
"Influit magicae flectere ad voluntatem meam, adducturum et me in semitis invisibilium."
HP = 74/138
Effects:
Ethereal Jaunt - 17 rounds
Talon is effected a little less by the cold rain, but the geyser is definitely effecting him
90/162
Talon moves as quickly as possible up the stairs and out of the danger area.
Talon practically vanishes and reappears near the top of the stairs.
The party removes itself from the vicious steam of the geyser and takes a breather on the relative safety of the stairs. In order to avoid the punishing torrent Silas goes ethereal...
You can see seven Dread Wraiths just from where you are standing. They all rush you...
and a great Screech echoes around you, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere!
"Healing now or later?"
Although Silas has faded from view, his voice still rings in everyone's minds.
Fils d'un bâtard de mère de chèvre d'élevage! Dread Wraiths, a lot of them.
"Now, or later will be a moot point." Saying this Ragnvald digs through his pack and pulls out a wand.
Heal Self. Mark off 10 charges.
Silas looks around, cursing under his breath at the appearance of the undead. Quickly he springs into action, being on the same plane he takes advantage of their lack of insubstantial nature.
He first draws his arms to his sides for a moment, before calling out to the elemental plane of air, and summons a massive torrent of power through himself, releasing it in an electrical explosion of power.
He then opens a slash in the air with his arm, teleporting himself a small distance up the stairs, long enough that he can raise his staff and speak a single word of power. "Entangle!" A small forest of blackened tentacles fly up from the ground, reaching out and grabbing at the Undead.
Resources used: 2x 8th slots, 3 AR points (now 7/20)
What? Taerine thinks back, tensing as the tenor, if not the meaning, of Silas' message is clear.
She waits for more information before figuring out her next move.
Everyone else- Power ripples through the air as Silas unleashes his abilities on the wraiths, but you still see nothing.
The Wraiths are blasted. The Wraiths are grappled. The Wraiths are apparently also not all here. After you have contained that group, another comes down the stairs behind you and
Places a hand through your back.
Perception
Know. Religion
"Mere phantoms for now. Perhaps Mr. Deathstreel can purge them before they become more than merely bothersome?"
"Something shrieked, and Silas is gone... But I don't see any other sign."
Spellcraft
"Strange. We should be having our minds and souls being ripped from our bodies. Perhaps this place puts chains upon angry spirits? Silas! If you can hear me get out of the ethereal! They cannot reach you here!"
Silas shivers at the pull of the negative energy, turning and shifting to face the new threat. Knowing the others are contained, he takes a step back, focusing his mind for a moment and drawing up the power from within, calling out to his celestial allies.
"Solania, my dove, I need your help." His fervent plea is quickly answered, as the form of an Astral Deva coalesces between Silas and the Wraith. Without a second thought, quickly surveying the scene, The deva launches her assault on the Wraith with great prejudice.
Current Condition: 48/127, Ethereal Jaunt 15 rounds, 2 con drain.
"He cast a spell to jump dimensions, presumably to avoid the geyser. If he can hear me, He should get back here pronto. Things in the ethereal don't really like their realms invaded."
"Talon, Come here." Tor will begin tracing runes on Talon's weapon, murmuring over it and intoning to The Lord of The Forge.
Seconds after the deva engages two more dread wraiths materialize from the walls. One gets grappled by the tentacles, but the other goats over them and boxes Silas in!
It swipes for Silas's head, but catches his shoulder. Icy tendrils of death itself lance through his very soul.
Taerine frowns.
"Let me," she says.
A moment later show goes ethereal, calling out "Silas, return to the Material Plane. They are not attacking us there."
She then suits actions to her own words, and drops out of the Ethereal Plane.
Taerine uses her reverse shift talent: You reverse the flow of your connection to the planes, sending your body into the Ethereal Plane as ethereal jaunt. As long as you concentrate on reverse shift, you remain on the Ethereal Plane; after a number of consecutive rounds spent on the Ethereal Plane equal to your kineticist level (and every such interval thereafter), you must accept 1 point of burn. Once you return to the Material Plane, you cannot use reverse shift again for a number of rounds equal to the number of rounds you spent on the Ethereal Plane.
I believe she should be able to go ethereal as a standard action, say her piece and then stop concentrating to drop out that same round...
Silas takes a short breath, until more of the wraiths pop in. The second one catching his shoulder causes Silas to convulse for a moment as the chill takes him.
His mind freezes as the Wraith's touches have devastated his body. He slumps to the ground, trying to fight his way up to his feet.
Seeing the precarious nature of their situation, Solania changes her tactics. She moves to shield Silas's body, reaching down to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Your time is not yet come, dear one. We must away from this place."
The angel focuses her mind, and works her angelic magics, drawing the both of them through a portal back to the Material realm.
Current Condition: 38/79, 10 con drain, 6/20 AR points remaning.
The party can hear the mental screams of Silas ringing out, as he seems to be in great pain, and fighting something with all his being.
Then he pops back into the material in the company of an angel.
Taerine, in the few seconds that you are etherial you get a glimpse of what Silas is facing. Dread Wraiths. Over a dozen of them now and more on the way.
Silas collapses to the ground, his body wracked in pain and suffering. He shivers, rolling back and forth as the Angel moves to his side. She is clad in soft robes of white, long white feathery wings which start to curl around his fallen form, carrying a warhammer. Her eyes are tinged with concern as she tries to shelter his battered form.
Her voice is soft and lilting, with a touch of musical quality to it. "Be strong, Trueheart. We are away. Your allies are here."
A lot of those wraiths in the Ethereal Plane," Taerine comments calmly as she returns. "Fortunately, it appears they're stuck there, considering we haven't been attacked here yet."
"Someone should probably see Silas, unless the angel is strong enough to do so."
Tor turns from his preparations and moves to Silas, intoning Torag's mercy and pouring healing light into Silas' pain-wracked form. As the light suffuses him, his wounds cease to be.
Tor has cast Heal on Silas.
"Let me know if you are still injured and I will show you the grace of Torag yet again."
While the spell given by Tor does seal his wounds, and the marks left on his flesh, Silas does look considerably weaker than when you first saw him.
"I can fix that, but I can't do so today. Do you think that you'll be alright until we find a spot to rest here for the night, or should we retreat and then come back in the morning?"
Talon accepts as many of the runes Tor is willing to give. when Silas returns, he glances at his condition.
he may not be able to tell his exact condition, But, Talon realizes he is not fit to continue.
we should find a place to rest. many of us have been affected by those geysers, and to traverse back out that way may not be the best option. I'll scout ahead and locate a safe spot. Tor, do your best to keep him alive.
with that Talon slips into the shadows and scouts up further (+8 more if Dim light)
Silas eases to his feet, leaning on the angelic creature for support. He gives her a soft smile, and they share a moment of eye contact that would indicate that they are well aquainted with one another.
He turns to the group. "if you can find us a small little out of the way place, someplace that won't be passed by or disturbed, I can provide us with a place to rest."
He leans heavily on his staff, with the support of the Deva at his side while scanning around for anything else going on.
Talon scouts ahead up the spiraling stair. the next chamber is wide and open with an icy ceiling rising forty feet overhead from which great icicles droop. Another stair exits at the far end, and the south wall curves outward, forming a turret. The floor is scattered with cracked and frozen bones of all sizes. Some are brown with great age, but others are much more recent additions. They vary in size from human to Giant.
Just after you enter a echoing voice coming from nowhere and yet everywhere declares, Who intrudes here! What are you up to, sneak-theif!
Taerine frowns as Talon slips away.
"Did the boy learn nothing from his experience?" she asks, gesturing toward Silas. "Running off on his own will merely leave him in a similar state. Proper planning and maintaining our order will keep us alive."
She makes to follow him, glancing about to be sure her companions are ready as well.
Unsure as to how to answer as well as what to say. Talon steps back toward the stairs. running into Taerine as he does so.
whispering to her, room could be safe but we will have to deal with whatever that is. It was able to sense my presence I fear stealth might not work.
Looking back to the room, I guess we had better answer. indicating that she perhaps could try.
"Our apologies. The lad was merely trying to avoid any trouble in this place," she says.
The voice laughs. Avoid "Trouble" in the Veil of Frozen Tears? Please tell me you're lost or something, though from the sound you made coming up the stairs I doubt it.
I really don't like this situation. whatever it is we need to locate it. But for now, lets regroup. Talon whispers to Taerine.
He starts to back down the stairs, gently tugging for Taerine to follow.
"Let's wait and see what we can make of this. Stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Acting in proper order, with preparation and knowledge of the situation, will lead to success."