Ayerth's blade punches through the chest of Mite 1, then twists and flies back to the elf. The mite stares at the glittering blade flying away, then falls forward on it's face, dead.
Silas and Ser Brandon take up defensive stands as the mites begin to rush forward, hooting and calling in their strange language.
One of the mites swings a sharpened stick, the point covered in some blackish paste, at the flat-footed Irakli. , scratching him across the forearm, , the cut burning slightly.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 2, 4, 7, 9
Group 2: Irakli, Mites 5, 10
Group 3: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
Group 4: Grailmont
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Getting caught off guard and feeling the sting of what was on the blade and the blade slicing his flesh goes for a counter attack with his rapier.
Irakli counters the small spear wielding mite, running his blade in and out of the small creature in rapid fashion, twisting the blade with a flourish. It collapses in a heap as more mites round the corner.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 4, 7, 9
Group 2: Irakli, Mites 5, 10
Group 3: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
Group 4: Grailmont
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
"Irkali fall back a little, Lord Baron, switch places with me. We shall funnel them in. Genral, let us form a Defensive wall for the others." he says looking around to see if the others agree.
Orin takes a step forward, placing him between Silas and Ser Brandon. He begins to gesticulate and then utters "Ramhar."
A thin sheen of grease appears on the floor a little away from Irakli as to not accidentally get him caught within it. Encompassing a ten foot by ten foot area, Orin hopes to himself that he aimed well.
The mites are covered in Orin's burst of grease, slipping and sliding in the goop, calling out in a sick, moaning cry that echoes through the chambers. A few of the creatures manage to avoid the mess, or slow up before mixing with the goo.
Mite 5 Success
Mite 7 Slips and falls
Mite 9 Slips and falls
Mite 10 Slips and falls
Mite 3 Slips and falls, pushing Mite 5 out of the greased area
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 4, 7, 9
Group 2: Irakli, Mites 5, 10
Group 3: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
Group 4: Grailmont
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Grailmont walked up behind irakli just in time to see the little tiny mites slip around and fall down. He let out a burst of laughter. Oh my look at them, they're so pitiful.. Here, here watch this Irakli. He said, nudging the elf as he put his sword away and held his shield with both hands, walking over to the little mite infront of them. He then took his shield and held it over the little mite, then slammed it down on its head.
The little mite exploded under the shield in a slurry of guts and other various parts, most of which now coated his boots. Lifting his shield up he saw the splatter of mite all over his shield and began to laugh maniacally, pointing at his shield, then pointing to the other mites who happened to be looking.
Grailmont moves up and in a rather cold and ugly way kills one of the mites, laughing in a manner which would suggest mania. Perhaps the noxious vapors or putrescent fluids everywhere have somehow "tainted" the large warrior.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 4, 9
Group 2: Irakli, Mites 5, 10
Group 3: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Silas' swing cuts into the small mite, the blade cleaving a deep gash across it's chest, the creature falling to the ground before Irakli.
Ayerth casts Mage armor.
"Front line advance. I can't bring anything to bear against them. "
"Leave some for me!" Ser Brandon cries out to Grailmont as he swings his morningstar upon the mite before him.
Ser Brandon caves in the skull of a mite as it tries to stand amidst the greasy sludge Orin created. It's death cry cuts off suddenly from the blow, but is replaced by an increase in the volume of the other sounds echoing through the chamber as the lair becomes active and alert to the dangers you represent. The remaining mites in this chamber are hooting and wailing in strange, clashing pitches and tones, chaotic and mildly distracting.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Ser Brandon, Silas,
Group 2: Irakli, Mites 5, 10
Group 3: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Slides past Ser Brandon and gets to Mite 5 to strike him down
says Pardon me as he moves past him and then stands in front of the mite
For a moment Ayerth thought he heard something in the chambers above, but it may have only been an echo.
Irakli moves to pass Ser Brandon and begins to slip on the grease. He manages to stay standing, but is not able to advance upon the mites due to the slick stones and debris covering the floor.
One of the mites moves in a hopscotch fashion, then rushes at Ser Brandon, pookey stick in hand, but the wood snaps as it strikes the knights shield.
Mite 10 attempts to stand, covered in grease, but only succeeds in staying put on all fours. Angered, the creature shouts something likely foul at Irakli, his eyes bulging huge, dark and black, then rolling over to stark white irises.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 5, 10
Group 2: Orin, Mites 3, 6, 8
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Orin moves trundles around around Echo and between Silas and Ser Brandon to slide to a stop in front of one of the mites. In a language is derived from an ancient combination of Elven and even older tongues, Orin spits out a particularly guttural noise.
Which in turn is followed by a noisy inhalation through his nose and the subsequent projection of fire from his mouth.
fails, dies burning
fails, dies burning
The creatures look out at Orin, seeming to understand his words, only to suddenly die screaming as his fiery exhalation covers them in flames.
One of the mites rises, lunging at Orin with his pookey stick, , the branch jabbing into his forearm, . , the wound stings and burns slightly
Another mite comes around the bend, calling out to Orin,
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Mites 5
Group 2: Orin, Mites 3, 8
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
The little mite bodies continue to smolder ever so faintly.
In a normal passage yes you would have been correct in the strike. In these tight, cramped and confined conditions you would have best been able to hit 6 or 8, but not both. I will allow it this time but please, for the last time guys, remember these passages are 3' to 5' high, you are bent over, stooped, hunched, cramped up, whatever you want to call it, with roots, rocks and other things jutting out at all angles. Your light sources are at the same heights and you are moving around in front of them, your own arms and gear protruding in odd ways, all of it casting dark shadows on dank and dirty surfaces. Darkvision helps, but these are not your normal fighting conditions.
fails and dies.
Group 1 is up clock is ticking
Silas can't reach anything without risking the Grease, so he stays put.
Ser Brandon is engaged in furious melee with the little creature. Seeing an opening he tries to strike hard at the little creature swinging the spiked ball at its head.
Ser Brandon's mace crushes in the mite's skull, splattering the small thing everywhere. Grailmont giggles a bit more, chuckling kerspalt, sploochht, and other rude sounding noises, reliving the carnage thus far.
Group 1 is up, 7 hours remaining
"The area is too cramped for me to strike. Can we drop the grease and advance. Don't forget to look for pitfalls or other tricks. These mites will use our size and weight to their advantage."
Ayerth notices only moments before another group of mites comes dropping and scurrying down from the above passage, chittering and calling in time to those arriving at the other end of the hall. He manages to take a few steps back as the wave reaches the chamber.
Orin, focused upon the remaining foe, does not realize there are other mites in his midst, until he hears a deeper mite voice calling out orders, nearly barking like a lap dog in intensity.
Echo stands dumbfounded at the sudden arrival, engrossed as he was by the actions of his general.
Silas hears the sudden rush, turning and witnessing the sudden assault. Longsword in hand, he finds himself the closest thing to a warrior this side of the grease spill.
Grailmont continues to laugh and gesture wildly, overcome by something, and seems nonplussed by the additional mites flooding the chambers.
Irakli is distracted by Grailmont's outburst, reluctant to risk the grease a second time and taken by surprise by the foes now clambering down to his rear.
Ser Brandon hears additional voices, the crunching rocks, snapping root sounds of their approach, and readies himself for the wave he expects any moment.
From the far end of the hall, numerous additional mites' voices add to the cacophony of this chaotic scene. One voice in particular seems louder, deeper, and more commanding than the others.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
"Ahhhh, classic pincers move. Well then Baron, it seems we are now the vanguard on this front!"
The mites are flowing into your area as Orin takes his last actions as part of Group 2. He will then be added to Group 1 and the mites will complete their actions. The mites in your area will end their turn in the positions they currently have on the map. You will not suddenly be surrounded and assaulted without a chance to act or respond.
Orin, not taking his eyes off the little mite close to him, aims a question at Ayerth. "Did you still wish me to drop this effect, good Ayerth?"
Eyes narrowing at the small mite, Orin begins to gesture, thinking to shock its little nearby form.
From lack of focus, whether from the unsure footing or some other distraction, Orin apparently gets something wrong and fails to pull together any mystical energies.
Attempting to move back out of the area for more stable footing, Orin slips a little, suddenly more nervous.
He does however manage to catch himself at the last instant, preventing him from lying face down on the dirty stones. "I can, however, personally attest to its power as an impediment to movement." Orin says, a little wild eyed.
The mite which had stabbed Orin started to move up towards Ser Brandon to avenge his kin, but began to slide in the grease. It caught itself and decided to instead to strike against Orin again, drawing a small sharp and jagged piece of stone, slicing the dwarf along the thigh, though only managing to cut open his trousers.
Mite C rushes in against the possible chittering advice of it's comrade, stepping into the grease. The thing stays standing and menacing waves it's own pookey stick at the intruders.
The sounds of more mites approaching suggests you have wandered into the heart of the lair, and the creatures are angry about it. You get glimpses of what could possibly be a chubbier mite riding about on a giant tick.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
fails,
Orin succeeds on his next attempt to remove himself from the greased floor, stepping between Irakli and Ser Brandon, and and pausing behind the human noble. Suddenly seeing the four behind the group, he mutters to himself, "Dross and slag. These little biters are everywhere."
In his best stage whisper, Orin says "Ayerth, you might want to try that spray of color now!"
Orin begins to gesture, with his left hand, ax still in his right, culminating with the words "Chosaint ó olc.
Orin, you are inside a wall on the map you posted.
Which one Silas? The mites are numbered if you hover your cursor over the icon you can see which you intend to attempt to strike.
"Most certainly do not drop the grease spell. Apparently I am to remain the sole rear guard? So be it, I shall try to hold the line."
Casts color spray.
Are you casting the color spray upon Silas as well or were you moving up diagonally to the right, risking the AoO?
Grailmont pulled his sword and stepped out on the grease, slipping almost instantly,
The combination of guts and grease on his boots making it hard for him to gain his composure
Catching himself, he stared down Mite C and swung his sword down at the creature
His sword almost swinging out of his hand, he tried to keep clam and hold it tightly,
He kept his grip and hoisted his shield, not wanting to further himself into danger, waiting for the mites to make a move.
"Hold the front Grailmont, I'll take the ones at the rear. We must protect the casters." he says as he heads back past Orin to strike at the mite near Ayerth and Silas.
vs AC for
Silas stabs a quick thrust, running through and killing Mite 2.
Ayerth moves up and casts Color Spray, affecting Mites 1 & 4.
Successful
Failed, unconscious
Ser's morning star crushes in the chest of Mite 5.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 9 hours remaining
Moves beside Echo and pulls out a dagger and throws it at Mite 3 (or C) best he can in these cramped conditions.
Miss target by a mile thinks to himself Hmmm that's the first, maybe next time
Mite 3 moves up and assaults Echo with his , failing to do more than appear menacing.
Mite C strikes at Grailmont with his potentially jabbing him for and forcing a
Mite B moves up into the grease, pressing the assault, , slipping and falling on his behind instead.
Mite A focuses his bugged out eyes on Irakli, calling out in his strange language.
Mite D focuses his gaze on Echo, mimicking his companion.
Mite E likewise focuses his bugged out eyes on Echo, calling out in his strange language.
Mite F moves up and strikes at Grailmont with his failing to strike the warrior.
Mite G focuses his bugged out eyes on Irakli, calling out in his strange language, somewhat more vehemently than the last.
Mite H instead focuses his bugged out eyes on Grailmont, calling out in his strange language.
More mites follow the others, more sounding from the South than what few Ayerth and the others hear from above.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
"Ah! Thank you Silas. I should have known you wouldn't allow a fellow Elf to stand alone. I didn't see you moving up."
Ayerth looks back and sees the warrior moving up to help as well.
"It appears we are stuck in . . . Keep them off of me. I have one last spell up my sleeve."
Ayerth begins Summon Monster II
Silas takes a swing at Mite 1.
"We'll keep them off you Ayerth." Ser Brandon ignores the sleeping mite and attacks the same one as Silas hoping that with their coordination the mite takes a hit.
vs AC for
Taking a step forward and leaning to one side to get a look around Grailmont, Orin is struck with an idea. "Angradd's Fire, I hope this works. " Aiming at the area between and behind two of the back row mites , and begins a spell.
"Deannaigh óir."