Gregor grunts at the new foes, feeling the well of power within him surge. Don't want them to get to Pontia. Why did we tie ourselves together like this? Gregor didn't appreciate that the werewolves might have an easier time pushing them off the stairs if they weren't tied together. He reaches towards the werewolf attacking Niculaie, ignoring the one that tried to hit him for the moment.
[b"Hold on."[/b] Pontia sets her hands on Gregor's and Nic's shoulders. Reality twists around the trio; the ropes fall to the stairs as they vanish and reappear behind the werewolves. She takes a step back from her landing spot. "I hope this makes things easier."
Gregor was dizzy and a little confused, looking over his shoulder where, a moment before, the werewolves had been. He stepped back to stay in front of Pontia and targeted the werewolf that was fighting Vivian.
Vivian nicks the yellow werewolf with her first swing, but misses with the second.
Niculaie stumbles a bit on arrival, and nods at Portia appreciatively. He puts an arrow on the string of his bow, steps into the center of the butterfly mosaic, and begins a funereal chant he had performed at countless gravesides in the Land of the Linnorm Kings.
"Wait, the rope!" Tara cries just as the three in front of her vanish. Laughing nervously as the creature that was previously enganged with Niculaie turns to her, Tara feebly holds her mithral dagger in front of her. "I suppose just letting us through is not an option?" she asks as her voice raises an octave with each syllable.
Using her free hand to discreetly trace a spiral pattern, the flare of divine magic washes over the battlefield, strengthening everyone's resolve.
Original rolls, modified by the following statement as a result of teleportation
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Doro looks at the stairs and looks at the werewolf blocking their entry, and he shouts One side! Follow Me Tara! as he charges up the stairs and attempt to push the creature backwards with his might, shield up ready to block the creatures attack as he strikes.
Doro started to charge forward, looked at the rope tethering him to Tara, and at the werewolves peeking through the Menhirs atop the tower, and thinks better of it. He carefully unties his tether and then calls upon Iomedae to strengthen his sword arm in the coming combat
Red tries to attack Vivian, but she expertly deflect the blows.
Vivian remembers a fencing trick learnt from Silas, and delivers a bold and vivacious counterattack.
Of course, she isn't as strong as her once lover, but the silvered blade finds its mark anyway
Niculaie ends his chant, but the echoes of the haunting refrain linger in the air and the spirits of his compatriots.
The funeral singer lets a blunt silver-tipped arrow fly at the remaining werewolf.
Gregor feels the thrill of battle, cutting down his foes and reveling in the scent of gore.
Vivian and Nic put down the remaining werewolf before Gregor can act, but it is clear the poor creature had little chance in this fight.
Everyone makes there way up to this level, and you stare at the stairs rising further upward.
Doro nods at the success of his allies and says Well fought and strides up the short flight of stairs. looking around.
Pontia casts a quick cantrip and looks around the room and the bodies.
Niculaie sees that Pontia has detect magic covered, so he starts physically checking the bodies for any valuables or other items of interest (mundane or magical). He also strips them of any weapons and tosses them in a pile if they aren’t obviously valuable or useful. “Even if we don’t want these, I don’t think we ought to leave them behind to be used against us by someone else.”
Nothing on the creatures detects as magical, and in death they seem to revert to their original human form, the magic dead as well.
Doro strides up the stairs to find two more werewolves, obviously prepared for you.
The stairs emerge onto a wide, circular platform at the top of the tower, standing almost one hundred and fifty feet above the forest floor. An arrangement of large menhirs and megaliths encircles the perimeter of the open-air observatory.
"Come, boy, and tussle with me if you are brave enough! Outsiders meddling in our affairs!"
Meanwhile the female behind him starts casting a spell, which causes a fog to roll in, obscuring vision on the roof.
Doro is shaking in his boots a bit.
Doro is up. I assume everyone will be joining for the next round.
Doro smirks. and points his mace at the Gray male werewolf You shall Feel Iomedae's Wrath this day!....A lesser man might feel Intimidated by your threats. I have the Protection of The Swordmaiden..Further her spirit will infuse me making me able to defeat your evil.He strides deliberately forward through the fog bank putting himself adjacent to female werewolf with a grin. Youd do best to surrender Ma'am. This is your only chance...Now as you were saying Sir. Come 'Tussle' with me, if you are brave enough!
Bullstrength for 3 min 7 rounds Str24 +2 more hit/cmb/cmd/damage
vs male +1 Heavy Mace +18/+13 1d8+16+2d6 Bypass DR AC:27
vs Female +17/+12 1d8+8+2d6 AC:26
Doro moves effectively through the fog. If he could see the faces of his foes right now, he would note a slight change in attitude to them being impressed.
Note: There is an obscuring mist covering the roof, so as each of you comes up the stairs, you cannot see anyone up there.
Niculaie cautiously moves up the stairs, another silver blunt arrow on the string of his bow, and sings the next line of the song he began in previous combat.
Pontia begins to cast a lengthy spell, her voice seeming to echo into a vast gulf.
Gregor double moves up the stairs cautiously, drawing the silver light mace Niculaie gave him and holding it in one hand, his mother's fauchard in the other. He tries to move towards the sound of Doro's voice, but quickly becomes disoriented.
Vivian casts a spell on her armor, her fingers tracing a spiral on the metal
Protect me Pharasma..or give me the strenght to face my Fate
Tara moves to the top of the stairs as well.
Sounds of growling and weapons clashing are heard from the mist. The large werewolf steps in to engage with Doro, not really seeing Gregor until he is within 5'. "Another behind the first!" he grunts, but continues to concentrate on Doro.
The other werewolf can be heard casting a spell, after she steps closer into the fray, flanking Doro (although it matters little in this case).
Doro watched the larger wolf step in and start trying to get through his heavily armored defense, Doro avoiding each attack. He saw the female step behind him and crouch down casting some sort of spell that was causing his metal to warm. He willed himself to ignore it and hoped he was successful. Meanwhile He side stepped out of flank but staying next to the spellcaster. yet focusing his attacks on the male. Both smashing into his foe. The mace leaving bloody impacts. He growled back at the Werewolf You should have surrendered.
vs male +1 Heavy Mace +18/+13 1d8+16+2d6 Bypass DR AC:27
vs Female +17/+12 1d8+8+2d6 AC:26
using attack of opportunity if she starts to cast. If she takes a 5' step away to cast, Doro will activate his 'step up' feat to close that distance and still attack.
Gregor grits his teeth as his armor begins to warm. He steps to the side. "Let's flank the spellcaster," he says to Gregor, just before his rage takes ahold of him. Unable to get the distance he needs to use his fauchard, Gregor brings the light mace Niculaie lent him to bear.
Damn, he's fighting the other one. Combat was chaos, after all.
Pontia completes her spell. A grinding sound is heard as the air splits open at the top of the stairs, and a creature of living rock trudges out of the opening. The wizard addresses it in a guttural language as she follows Nic up the stairs and draws a wand.
The elemental advances ponderously and lashes out at the woman with an unexpectedly quick fist.
Doro hits hard, not once but twice, and the werewolf howls in pain.
The earth elemental glides to the female and punches her. Another grunt of pain.
Gregor trips the caster, and beats her.
Niculaie starts to step into the mist, then stops. No, no, that would be a very bad idea.
Niculaie stops singing again, and the maudlin notes echo though the fog.
He takes one step down the stairs and readies a silver blunt arrow to fire at any enemy who comes into view.
Vivian walks into the fog, in a straight line, her sword ready to strike, trying to locate the werewolves
As Vivian heads into the fray, Tara casts a protection from evil spell on her.
The female werewolf transforms into an eagle, and withdraws from the combat, flying out the backside of the fog.
The male werewolf continues to tear and cut at Doro, adjusting slightly in the fog. Doro fends him off in a heroic display of defense, not that any of you can see it!
Doro sidesteps putting his back to one of the Menhirs and shots into the fog The Female Werewolf spellcaster has turned to an eagle and is fleeing. If one of you can stop her.... as he continues his methodical assault on the male. Striking twice more leaving fur matted blood behind.
Bullstrength for 3 min 5 rounds Str24 +2 more hit/cmb/cmd/damage
vs male +1 Heavy Mace +18/+13 1d8+16+2d6 Bypass DR AC:27
vs Female +17/+12 1d8+8+2d6 AC:26
using attack of opportunity if the male tries to back up, Doro will use the step up to stay adjacent