Mite 1 dodges aside from Silas' blade, only to run smack into Ser's morningstar, it's life ended before it became aware of the blow.
Ayerth focuses his energies to begin his summoning, confident the duo has his back secure.
With a flourish Orin covers many of the mites with a shower of golden motes, even his team momentarily blinking back from the sudden brightness, the dull colors of the tunnel vivid and sharp as the burst fades.
fails and is blinded
not blinded
not blinded
fails and is blinded
not blinded
fails and is blinded
not blinded
Group 1 is still up
As Grailmont got a closer look at the stool covered sticks, it made him angry.
Feeling as if he now had some strange illness.
He then gazed over to the mite buldging his face out, alomst vexed as to why it was doing so.
He had a laugh as he hoped it's eyes fell out and it's brain exploded.
Grailmont's wound stings a little bit, the wound still slightly coated with a dark smear from the stick. Grailmont retaliates strongly, killing the mite standing before him.
As Echo moves to fire at the mite before him, the creature stabs at him with it's instead catching the crossbow a scratching blow along the stock.
Echo feels himself overcome with a sense of dread, momentarily lost in the eyes of one of the mites staring at him. The dread persists as he fires his crossbow, the bolt striking the creature along it's arm, a graze that the creature grimaces from, but does not appear to be too life threatening.
Group 1 is still up, clock is ticking. Irakli is the only one left to act.
Suddenly gets a strange feeling and tries to shake it off
Irakli finds himself overcome by the horrible nature of these tunnels and their terrifying denizens. He feels a wave of fright wash over him as the smells, the sounds, the eyes of the mites seem to bore right through him. He clutches his blade close, abandoning his previously tossed dagger and rushes out away from the mites. Rounding the outcropping he sees more mites fighting close with Silas and Ser Brandon. He cries out in fear from the foes Surrounding me, their surrounding me. Don't let them get me. He backs up against the wall, his blade dancing around before him, back and forth between the existing threats.
Mite 6 rushes forward and stabs at Silas with his , the blade jabbing into his lower calf for
Another mite (7) drops down from the chute above, a shower of rocks, roots, and dirt following behind him. He steps over his slumped alley to strike at Ser Brandon with a grubby, dirty stick, possibly the broken end of a spear. , the wood cracking as it glances off his shin guard.
Mite 3 sidesteps Echo and continues his assault with his small sharp , missing the caster.
Mite B manages to make his way out of the Grease, moving up and stabbing at Echo with his own , his stick snapping on the outcropping behind the sorcerer's left leg.
Mite E moves up and thrusts a fat, many briared at Grailmont, the warrior easily batting it aside.
Mite D moves up and tries to capitalize on it's allies strike, aiming high at Grailmont's chest with it's , the warrior's shield knocking the stick high and grazing the rooted ceiling.
Mite G moves up and tries to scare the large warrior, his eyes dark and intimidating. It waves it's arms and wiggles it's fingers, mimicking a crawling insect moving its way along the jagged stick it holds before it.
The larger mite riding what appears to be a giant tick, calls out commands as more mites rush forward to assault the group. He hurls a small javelin from the back of the mite at Grailmont, the shaft catching a root and bouncing off to the side of the passage.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Orin risks the slippery surface once again and steps beside Grailmont. "This is not a spot I would have chosen for myself. It does however possess a grim practicality."
Orin takes a deep breath and once again opens his mouth. There is only a moment of flickering light before a thin line of fire bursts forth from his mouth, angled to, hopefully, take advantage of the mites clumped together.
A hulking humanoid made of cold iron bursts forth from the ground. Although it stands only 4 feet tall it looks to weigh several hundred pounds. Two gemstone eyes are the beings only facial features.
N Small outsider (earth, elemental, extraplanar)
Init –1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., tremorsense 60 ft.; Perception +4
DEFENSE
AC 17, touch 10, flat-footed 17 (–1 Dex, +9 natural, +1 size)
hp 13 (2d10+2)
Fort +4, Ref -10, Will +3
Immune elemental traits; SR 7
OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft., burrow 20 ft.
Melee slam +6 (1d6+4)
Special Attacks cold iron natural weapons
STATISTICS
Str 16, Dex 8, Con 13, Int 4, Wis 11, Cha 11
Base Atk +2; CMB +4; CMD 13
Feats Improved Bull RushB, Power Attack
Skills Appraise +1, Climb +7, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +1, Knowledge (planes) +1, Perception +4, Stealth +7
Languages Terran
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Cold Iron Natural Weapons (Ex)
A cold-iron elemental’s natural attacks function as cold iron for purposes of bypassing DR.
The elemental looks down. . The emotionless being raises up a foot and causally steps down on the hapless fey who remained stunned as to the elementals sudden appearance.
saves but dies from the flames
saves but dies from the flames
saves but dies from the flames
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Irakli, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 22 hours remaining
Grailmont will remain standing still, however he began to kneel, rearing his sword and swinging it hard and fast at mite E.
Silas will swing again, at mite 6.
Grailmont swings his blade for Mite E only to strike a knot of dangling roots, the blade momentarily tangled and delayed. As he freed it, the mite stepped clear of the arc, avoiding the blow.
Silas' mite was not so lucky, the blow cutting through it's arm, the creature and it's limb falling away from one another and the cleric.
The elemental backhands mite 3 and steps forward a square to stand next to Orin
Ayerth takes aim at mite E. Firing into melee he had to time his shot.
with negative for firing into melee.
Ser Brandon strikes at the alert mite before him hoping to quickly end the mites flanking manoeuvre and return to the main fight.
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Ayerth, you cannot take two full turns of actions in the same round. Sorry.
We are still waiting for Irakli and Ser Brandon in this round, less than 10 hours to go.
Sorry, missed Ser Brandon's post, slow update. Just Irakli then, though really his only action is to continue fleeing. Ser has made it possible for him to attempt to flee up the passage, now that the only active mite blocking the way is down.
Irakli flees past the others, climbing his way up to the previous passage, eager to escape the frightening mites in the other chambers.
More mites push forward into the mix with Orin and Grailmont.
Mite L stabs at Orin with his , failing to pierce the dwarves defensive reflexes.
Mite E, hearing the command of his leader, likewise stabs at the more dangerous, fire sneezing dwarf.
Mites I and K both focus their thoughts on Orin, sending waves of doubt and doom in his direction, their eyes turning dark and sinister, reminding the dwarf of childhood terrors from deep below his cavernous birthplace.
The mite leader atop his giant tick, likewise stares down the dwarf, chattering and calling to his troops, rallying against their hated foe. This one's gaze is more sinister, more hateful, whether it is from the gaze mirrored by the tick, a trick of lighting, or what have you, it seems harder to resist.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Silas has used the spell "Longsword" three times today. Luckily, it is an at-will ability.
Silas easily stabs the unconscious mite.
"He's all yours Silas." Ser Brandon calls out confident in the Elf's abilities and he moves deeper in, as fast as his armour permits him, forming a line with Grailmont and Orin. Ser Brandon feels himself breathing more heavily now as the fight extends, the adrenaline shrugs off any fatigue he might be feeling.
Orin, overcome with dread, begins to spiral into something like madness. "No. No. "
Attempting to scramble backwards between Grailmont and Echo, he moves too fast, feet beginning to slide and his balance threatened.
And failing to recover his center, Orins feet slide one way while his upper body goes another direction and he falls completely and heavily to the ground.
""
Orin becomes by the glare of the mites and their leader, attempting to pull back and finding himself instead upon the floor.
The larger leader fails to even glance at Echo and his call, the creature continuing to below orders to his minions.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Everyone
. . . Have a Happy Thanksgiving Everyone
The elemental backhands mite 3 and steps forward a square to stand next to Orin
Ayerth takes aim at mite E. Firing into melee he had to time his shot.
with negative for firing into melee.
"Elemental, if you can see the leader make your way to him and Attack!"
The elemental sees what he believes in the biggest threat. He sinks down into the ground and moves through the earth (at mv 20) towards him.
"We must end these baleful creatures quickly before they can bring more of their fey magic to bear!"
Grailmont heard the air pierce as an arrow flew over his shoulder, hitting the mite infront of him. Noticing the dwarf slip on his own grease, knowing that in his vulnerable state the mites would give anything to have a poke at him, he turned to Mite L and swung his shield hard and fast.
The mites head exploded on impact, bits and pieces coating the nearby wall. He reached over to orin and grabbed him up, Don't worry my fine bearded friend, these little bastards won't have their satisfaction of poking at you anymore.
No longer blinded
No longer blinded
No longer blinded
The mites seem to shake off the effects of the glittering motes, rushing forward as the chief's biggest pet comes skittering into the chamber, a huge whiptail centipede. The creature seems to be able to compress and compact itself as it flows in, around, and over any obstacles in it's path. It has two large long tail barbs that flick back and forth over its back, suddenly darting in the direction of your group, poised spear-like needles nearly 20' in length.
Mite A moves up and stabs at Orin with his , the brand catching the dwarf in the side for .
Mites F and K team up to try and do exactly that to Grailmont, and , one scoring for .
Mite H focuses his Doom gaze on Echo, while Mite I throws a small at Ser Brandon, the rock bouncing easily off his shield.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
Feeling the large creature tremoring in the elemental assumes the centapede is the leader owing to the fact size always dictates power in the elemental realms. The elemental bursts forth and attempts a slam Attack on the large insect.
"Blast it! That can't be the leader. Silas, can you do something for Orin? Baron, maybe you can pull him back before he becomes a pin cushion."
Ayerth sends his sword with hand of the apprentice to attempt to kill mite A and give the downed dwarf a reprieve.
The Elemental partially materializes out of the cavern wall and pounds at the whiptail, it's stony hands scuffing and scratching the bug's shell, but not causing any real damage.
Ayerth's blade catches the mite as it draws back it's wooden weapon, deflected from any damage but forcing the mite to reach for it's stone blade instead.
The pain from crude spear the mite jabs into Orin's side actually gives him something to focus on for a moment rather than the seemingly endless wave of mites. Though the grime and filth of the stick would normally make his stomach churn, it's almost completely unnoticed amidst Orin's magically induced fright.
Orin attempts to step back once again between Grailmont and Echo, only to have his feet begin to slide out from underneath him.
Trying to steady himself, he again over compensates and falls on his back in an ungraceful heap.
""
My understanding is you may make a 5' step, even into slippery terrain unless it is also considered difficult or you are being physically restrained or otherwise denied movement. The grease spell specifically calls for an Acrobatics check if moving at half normal speed, it fails to mention the 5' step or label the area as difficult.
Grailmont would have been able to lift Orin up last round, if he had a hand free that is. He has his shield and his blade both active at the moment. He took the standard action to attack, so he did have a move action to help Orin up, but it would have exposed both of them to attacks of opportunity.
I have had DM's rule in the past that a character would throw caution to the wind and enforce option 1 below, however I do not agree with that sense of "blind panic," and would allow option 2, at the character's decision.
1) Orin can choose to try to stand from his original spot using a move action and invoking any Attacks of Opportunity possible from the mites and centipede then risk the grease on a full move action away from the source of his fears.
2) Orin can crawl 5' out of the grease and then stand as a second move action without risk of an Attack of Opportunity. That spot would be shielded from the centipedes reach, while the other areas are not thusly protected.
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2) Orin can crawl 5' out of the grease and then stand as a second move action without risk of an Attack of Opportunity. That spot would be shielded from the centipedes reach, while the other areas are not thusly protected.
Ser Brandon attempts to strike the mite before him but the creature regains its sight as the spell fades and it is able to dodge out of the way of the Knight's blow without difficulty.
After exiting and escaping the mites in the tunnel finds a place to hide in case any more come...sits down trying to catch his breath eyes wide and head darting back and forth to keep watch if anymore come his way....
Grailmont seems distracted by the rushed appearance of the huge centipede, and fails to capitalize on the strikes around him.
Echo evoked an attack of opportunity from the centipede with his spell, which struck for and forced Echo to stumble, falling prone.
Mite F strikes at Grailmont with it's missing.
Mite K moves up and strikes at Echo with it's for
Mite A strikes at Ser Brandon with it's failing to hit.
Whoops, forgot to roll for a critical against Echo Success
Mite I moves up and strikes at Grailmont with it's failing to strike the warrior.
Mite H eyes up Grailmont, throwing a which bounces off the warrior's shield.
The centipede bunches up a bit to better fit into the chambers, then lashes out at Ser Brandon with it's missing. It then lunges at Grailmont, latching onto but then releasing the warrior's shield. The edges of the shield drip with a thick yellow fluid.
The mite leader moves up a bit, calling out continuous commands and taunts to it's followers.
Initiative Groups
Group 1: Ayerth, Echo, Grailmont, Ser Brandon, Silas, Orin
Group 2: Mites
is up, 36 hour clock is ticking
"looks like this may get up and personal."
Ayerth casts Mirror Image.
images of Ayerth appears to mingle and confuse those trying to spot the Wizards true self.
The elemental being could feel the draw of his home realm. His stay here would be short, but his master bid him to strike down this huge beast. It threw all its strength behind one mighty slam.
Ser Brandron watches in horror as mite K steps up and strike the Baron.
The knight strikes out at the mite with his Morningstar. "To you feet My Lord, with haste. Is the wound grave?"
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@Silas and those around him.
"The fey have gotten the best of Irakli and Orin. Can you remove the curse or do something to make our armsmen more effective in battle? We need to down these pawn and focus on the larger threats, or we may soon need to devise a tactical withdrawal."