"I guess you have a death wish," Wesh says to the red ice creature as it comes aboard.
He takes a step toward the red thing, draws his greatsword, and slashes at it.
Gallen feels his armor grow cold - so cold it could be numbing, but his force of will shakes off the spell and his armor returns to normal temperature. "I can assure you, you are not." Gallen steps turning as he moves beside Lutor drawing his blade into an upward slash against one of the ice creatures. The creature's icy exterior protects it from his blow, and it appears not to notice the attack.
"I guess you have a death wish," Wesh says to the red ice creature as it comes aboard. He takes a step toward the red thing, draws his greatsword, and slashes at it. His sword cracks into the elemental, gouging it. The creature seems unsteady, but doesn't fall.
Cole takes a moment to study the creature after missing it widely with his spear. He attempts to punch at it with his cestus. His cestus connects, knocking a few chunks of ice off. The creature otherwise comes on unimpeded.
Demlin swings her sap at the icy creature next to her, Cole, and Hel.
She whacks it quite hard, but it doesn't seem to slow the creature.
Lutor steps back and calls out: "Ice mephit! Do not bunch together, they it can spray you with cold and are is immune themselves itself! Use fire if you have it!" He suddenly turns his crossbow and fires at the unoccupied mephit. His crossbow bolt strikes the mephit on its perch, but it doesn't seem to notice the bolt, laughing at the wizard instead.
"Hmm?" Hel looks over at Demlin, then up towards the top of the mast; hearing commotion, Faila pokes her head out as well. "What is that?" the noblewoman asks the reptile, gesturing with her chin up towards the top of the mast. Faila tilts her head to try to find the creature. "I don't know. I can't really see it. Can you desc--"
Then Cole asks his question, and the creature answers -- and huge ice-things climb up onto the deck. "Oh, crap!!" exclaims the noblewoman, and lurches to the side, scrambling for her bow; between her gown and her shirt comes a distressed squawk as Faila is tumbled and upset. "Ow! Sh!t!!" adds Hel, "stop clawing me!!"
"Let me out!!" comes the muffled sound of the trapped rhamphy.
"Later!! Stay in there, just -- ow!! -- grab the bodice, not my fvcking ribs!!" Hel pushes at her 'passenger', then snatches up her bow and climbs to her feet, using the movement to string the weapon as she rises.
The ice mephit laughs and calls out, "Fear the might of the ice king!" Three bolts of force fly from him, unerringly to strike Lutor, Wesh, and Cole.
Timeon holds his ground, draws his scimitar and does his best to hit the intruder. Unfortunately, like his master, the icy creature seems to repulse the blade.
Odenkirk gives a mighty heave and a roar, and scores a deep gash in the creature he faces with Timeon. The ice creature still stands, though.
Grumblejack swings his sword underhand, trying to destroy the creature next to him.
His sword only glances off the creature.
The creatures finally retaliate, slamming their icy limbs into those they face.
Miss
Miss
Hit
Hit
Demlin easily evades her foe's, and Gallen's shield protects him from the other, but Wesh and Odenkirk both take hits, cold seeping into their very bones.
These are ice elementals. Although they aren't quick, they are quite tough, and their slam attacks cause intense numbness from the cold.
Blue Elemental - 6/22
Red Elemental - 2/22
Purple Elemental - 1/22
Odenkirk - 63/80
Wesh - 31/39
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
"And ice elementals. Slow, tough, cold. Fire also works."
The elf steps further away from Gallen, then begins casting on Wesh.
Wesh, prepare to grow larger., Lutor mindspeaks to the group.
Wesh ignores the elemental's cold as he nods in thanks to Lutor. He braces himself to grow not only larger but also stronger.
In the meantime, he swings at the red ice elemental again.
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Grumblejack swings at the green ice elemental again.
Preeetty sure only that first one hit. :P :)
Now on her feet, Hel puts arrow to string, pulls, then smoothly releases -- forgetting about her 'passenger'. The snap of the string cracks across the concealed form of her familiar, whose infernal lecturing is cut short with a pained squawk and then what have to be a couple of curses -- not in Common, admittedly, but what follows is in that language: "That fvcking hurt!!"
"Sorry!!" Hel tries to modify her shooting stance, but it's clearly awkward for her, and though the first arrow struck, the second and third arrows whip well clear of the mast-top mephit. "Get the hell out of there, I can't hit a thing!!" Her blouse and bodice begins to writhe as Faila starts to climb out.
Cole takes the bolt of energy to his chest and grimaces in pain. He tries to punch the ice creature beside them again.
His blow is off the mark.
Gallen frowms, this time he strikes at a different point in its structure. Perhaps he could find its weakpoint.
Timeon doesn't do quite as well as his master though his form continues to improve as he fights the creature.
Gallen frowms, this time he strikes at a different point in its structure. Perhaps he could find its weak point. This time his sword hits hard enough to crack some of the ice, although not enough to drop the elemental.
Wesh ignores the elemental's cold as he nods in thanks to Lutor. He braces himself to grow not only larger but also stronger. In the meantime, he swings at the red ice elemental again. With a loud crack! The elemental falls into pieces.
Cole takes the bolt of energy to his chest and grimaces in pain. He tries to punch the ice creature beside them again. His blow is off the mark.
Demlin strikes again at the adjacent one.
The elemental slumps over, unconscious.
"And ice elementals. Slow, tough, cold. Fire also works." The elf steps further away from Gallen, then begins casting on Wesh. Wesh, prepare to grow larger, Lutor mindspeaks to the group.
Now on her feet, Hel puts arrow to string, pulls, then smoothly releases -- forgetting about her 'passenger'. The snap of the string cracks across the concealed form of her familiar, whose infernal lecturing is cut short with a pained squawk and then what have to be a couple of curses -- not in Common, admittedly, but what follows is in that language: "That fvcking hurt!!" "Sorry!!" Hel tries to modify her shooting stance, but it's clearly awkward for her, and though the first arrow struck, the second and third arrows whip well clear of the mast-top mephit. "Get the hell out of there, I can't hit a thing!!" Her blouse and bodice begins to writhe as Faila starts to climb out. Her first shot flies true, although it doesn't hit as hard as it should have.
The mephit blinks as Hel's arrow hits it, then shouts, "Hey, that actually hurt! Guys, you should beat that archer to a pulp!" As he says that, Hel can only watch as the small wound she'd caused him healed up.
Timeon doesn't do quite as well as his master though his form continues to improve as he fights the creature.
Odenkirk swings his greataxe at the elemental with a roar, but fails to penetrate the elemental's icy exterior.
Grumblejack swings at the green ice elemental again, but he fails to connect.
The two elementals each slam at Odenkirk and Gallen, but neither finds the mark.
Blue Elemental - 16/22, 18 nonlethal, unconscious
Red Elemental - dead
Purple Elemental - 1/22
Green Elemental - 12/22
Odenkirk - 63/80
Wesh - 31/39
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
Gallen tries to repeat his past success but the elemental twists deflecting his blow.
Timeon brings the heavy blade of his scimitar down hard on the side of the elemental as it attacks Odenkirk.
Wesh grows in size from Lutor's spell. Newly enlarged, the fighter swings his blade again, this time at the purple elemental.
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Grumblejack also swings again, still trying to hit the green elemental.
Hel is basically trying to intimidate the mephit into running away, with the threat of alchemical fire. Hel does have vials in her gear -- it's just that those are acid, not alchemical fire. Since a Bluff check might be good too:
Hel's eyes narrow at the healing; it's clear to her that this little pest might be considerably more of a pest than she'd momentarily hoped. As she's examining her foe, Faila claws her way out of her loose bodice and onto her shoulder. "Nine Hells, it's cold!!" the discreet nuncio curses, then turns to look where Hel's attention is turned. "No idea," she adds unhelpfully.
"I hit it solidly, but it took barely any hurt from it -- and healed even that," Hel says in a low voice, shaking her head and lifting her bow to release three more shafts at the mephit -- but then she pauses. "Fire ..." Still watching her target with a gaze as cold as the northern night has turned out to be, she asks loudly and generally, "I imagine alchemical fire would do the trick to roast this little bastard down to his bones. Someone dig out those flasks I have in my gear while I keep the little bastard pinned down."
"On it!" rasps the winged reptile, who hops off her shoulder and starts digging a claw into the flap of Hel's backpack, trying to pull it out and retrieve the glass flasks Hel's spoken of. "I'll dive-bomb the little git!"
Lutor targets the enemy archer.
Specifically, its bow.
Lutor greases the deck underneath the least injured elemental.
Cole now studies the one to the left of Grumblejack and attempts to stab it.
Gallen tries to repeat his past success but the elemental twists deflecting his blow.
Wesh grows in size from Lutor's spell. Newly enlarged, the fighter swings his blade again, this time at the purple elemental. The enhanced size, however, makes his blade pass over it and Timeon's heads as he tries not to cut the squire.
Cole now studies the one to the left of Grumblejack and attempts to stab it. With a crack, the elemental shatters around his longspear.
Demlin gets out her shortbow and shoots at the mephit atop the mast.
Her arrow hits it square in the chest, but it barely penetrates, little more than a pinprick.
Lutor greases the deck underneath the least injured remaining elemental.
The elemental stays standing.
Hel's eyes narrow at the healing; it's clear to her that this little pest might be considerably more of a pest than she'd momentarily hoped. As she's examining her foe, Faila claws her way out of her loose bodice and onto her shoulder. "Nine Hells, it's cold!!" the discreet nuncio curses, then turns to look where Hel's attention is turned. "No idea," she adds unhelpfully.
"I hit it solidly, but it took barely any hurt from it -- and healed even that," Hel says in a low voice, shaking her head and lifting her bow to release three more shafts at the mephit -- but then she pauses. "Fire ..." Still watching her target with a gaze as cold as the northern night has turned out to be, she asks loudly and generally, "I imagine alchemical fire would do the trick to roast this little bastard down to his bones. Someone dig out those flasks I have in my gear while I keep the little bastard pinned down."
"On it!" rasps the winged reptile, who hops off her shoulder and starts digging a claw into the flap of Hel's backpack, trying to pull it out and retrieve the glass flasks Hel's spoken of. "I'll dive-bomb the little git!"
The mephit looks ready to panic as you threaten alchemist's fire, then stops, staring at you, and says, "Hey, wait a minute! You don't have any fire! If you did, you'd have used it by now!" There's still a slight tremor in his voice - while you're sure he saw through your ruse about fire, he is a bit shaken by the ice cold way in which you said it.
The ice mephit looks at the giant fighter who suddenly sprung up next to him, then exhales a cloud of icy cold in his direction. As it does so, the wound from Demlin's arrow heals.
Timeon brings the heavy blade of his scimitar down hard on the side of the elemental as it attacks Odenkirk. He cracks the thing, making it fall to the deck in ice pieces.
Odenkirk glares up at the thing on the mast. "Someone get me that little thing so I can roast it!"
Grumblejack delays, no elementals left and not sure what to do.
Blue Elemental - 16/22, 18 nonlethal, unconscious
Red Elemental - dead
Purple Elemental - dead
Green Elemental - dead
Odenkirk - 63/80
Wesh - 30/39, sickened for 3 rounds?
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
I am ... not sure if that first shot confirms or not. I will roll the extra dice just in case. ;) The second shot, I'm sure, did not hit, but I daresay the third did.
A glance at Grumblejack, a glance at Wesh, then Hel says to the mephit, "You caught me -- I don't have any alchemist's fire. I can't say for the others -- but I don't use such valuable things willy-nilly. Not when I'm fairly confident my gentlemen friends are going to pound you into the planking. Wesh, why don't you have Grumblejack give you a leg-up?" She smiles thinly once more, then produces another trio of arrows from her quiver and, as Faila chants lines from The Contract, fires them at the mephit smoothly and deliberately.
Wesh's stomach suddenly contorts as the mephit's breath hits him. He has to grit his teeth to keep from doubling over.
Glaring at the mephit, Wesh tries to finish it off himself. Taking Hel's suggestion, he signals for Grumblejack to give him a boost, then he slashes at the pesky creature.
Gallen puts away his scimitar and draws a javelin.
Timeon puts his own blade down before drawing his shortbow.
Lutor turns his crossbow towards the mephit and fires!
"Well if it wishes to stay and fight"
Cole studies the creature a moment and calls on the favor of Asmodeus.
Gallen puts away his scimitar and draws a javelin.
"Well if it wishes to stay and fight." Cole studies the creature a moment and calls on the favor of Asmodeus.
Demlin fires another arrow at the mephit.
She hits the mephit square on, but the arrow doesn't sink in.
Lutor turns his crossbow towards the mephit and fires! His turn was so quick, though, he squeezed the trigger too soon and the bolt flies into the darkness.
A glance at Grumblejack, a glance at Wesh, then Hel says to the mephit, "You caught me -- I don't have any alchemist's fire. I can't say for the others -- but I don't use such valuable things willy-nilly. Not when I'm fairly confident my gentlemen friends are going to pound you into the planking. Wesh, why don't you have Grumblejack give you a leg-up?" She smiles thinly once more, then produces another trio of arrows from her quiver and, as Faila chants lines from The Contract, fires them at the mephit smoothly and deliberately. The first arrow punches through a wing - more potent than any arrow yet. The second missed, and the third struck the mephit's torso, although much of its force was blunted.
The ice mephit grabs at its wing, shouting, "OW! That actually hurt, you mortal garbage! I'm gonna freeze you into an ice block and dump you in the ocean!" Even as he shouts at Hel, the wound in the wing begins to heal.
Timeon puts his own blade down before drawing his shortbow.
Odenkirk pulls out a throwing axe and chucks it at the mephit. It strikes the top of the mast, embedding deep.
Grumblejack gets into a position so he can boost Wesh up. Wesh moves, and while it looks like Grumblejack's knee is going to bend under the weight, he strengthens it and straightens, giving Wesh a heave. Unfortunately, Wesh is only able to jump an extra couple of feet, and his sword can't quite reach the mephit on top of the mast. The mephit laughs at the attempt.
Blue Elemental - 16/22, 18 nonlethal, unconscious
Red Elemental - dead
Purple Elemental - dead
Green Elemental - dead
Mephit - 26/33
Odenkirk - 63/80
Wesh - 30/39, sickened for 3 rounds
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
Cole draws and throws a Javelin at the creature.
"Look creature. If you stay you will die. Why did you attack us anyways? Perhaps there is a diplomatic solution here. We could use the aid of someone with your talents moving forward. Would you parley with us or die?"
Wesh frowns up at the Mephit. He wants to shake his fist at the thing, but saves his energy for another attempt to swipe at it.
Though he doubts he has anywhere near the lift necessary to strike the Mephit, Wesh swipes his blade nevertheless, out of spite, if nothing else.
The mephit grunts as Cole's javelin hits him, then laughs at Cole and shouts, "Extinguish your torches and lights, for they offend me, the King of Ice! Then maybe you can serve me as icy humans!" He then laughs again hysterically.
Hel pauses to see if the mephit responds to Cole’s overture, but its reaction draws an expression of disgust onto her face. Though she’s extracted another trio of arrows, the thing’s words give her an idea, and she looks around for a moment before ducking around to Captain Odenkirk’s side. “We need something that burns — oil, pitch, tar, whatever. And rags.”
If they are, using that and some rags, I’d like to make some makeshift fire arrows. No bonus from masterwork tools — not going to waste the time unless I have to — but I WILL use that VP on it, whether just to make it possible, or else on the craft roll to get it done. Looking for 8-12 arrows — I figure on losing a die size for the makeshift nature, but of course it’s GM’a call:
"You heard her lad, it makes sense lets look." Gallen directs Timeon to help him in the search for useful flamable materials to aid Hel's ploy."
I will try to distract the thing.
Lutor continues to fire at the mephit.
Demlin shoots another arrow at the mephit.
This time, her arrow misses the creature.
I will try to distract the thing. Lutor continues to fire at the mephit. His bolt hits, but doesn't penetrate very far.
Hel pauses to see if the mephit responds to Cole’s overture, but its reaction draws an expression of disgust onto her face. Though she’s extracted another trio of arrows, the thing’s words give her an idea, and she looks around for a moment before ducking around to Captain Odenkirk’s side. “We need something that burns — oil, pitch, tar, whatever. And rags.”
"You heard her lad, it makes sense lets look." Gallen directs Timeon to help him in the search for useful flamable materials to aid Hel's ploy.
The mephit laughs as he sees you scurry about the deck. He's clearly enjoying a feeling of invulnerability.
Odenkirk glares at the mephit, but says, "I have just the thing below decks. Let me get it."
Odenkirk opens the trapdoor, then hands some oil flasks and rags up to Gallen and Timeon, who take them to Hel. Hel makes herself some improvised fire arrows.
Wesh frowns up at the Mephit. He wants to shake his fist at the thing, but saves his energy for another attempt to swipe at it. Grumblejack boosts him up, but Wesh times the jump poorly, and so doesn't get anywhere near the vertical lift he needs.
Blue Elemental - 16/22, 18 nonlethal, unconscious
Red Elemental - dead
Purple Elemental - dead
Green Elemental - dead
Mephit - 23/33
Odenkirk - 63/80, fatigued 6 rounds
Wesh - 30/39, sickened for 1 round
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
"Demlin!!" Hel calls out as she finishes first soaking, then rapidly wrapping, a number of arrows with strips torn from the rags. Once she has the scout's attention, she glances up at her, then down at the modified arrows. Come use these, the noblewoman sends across the link the group shares. "Sir Gallen, Timeon, if you'll do the honors?"
And once everything is in place, Faila once more chanting on her shoulder, Hel looks up at the mephit and says clinically, "We warned you." And then she opens fire, taking arrows from both knight and squire as fast as they can light them, with Demlin able to fill out the quartet.
I am not sure if the 16 hits, but I'll roll damages for both of the latter two.
Gallen and Timeon focused on getting the arrows ready "Only through co operation can some problems be overcome, or at least overcome more efficiently."
"You miss understand. You will serve us or die. I nave no need of light nor am offended by it. You may stay and serve us, run, or die. Choose."
Wesh glares up at the defiant mephit. He shouts, "Leave now, you little pest, or I'll see to it that you die, painfully, if possible. This isn't your domain, never has been and never will be. You're nothing but an insect."
Lutor continues to launch bolts.
Sooner or later, one will draw more ichor...or the fight will be won.
"You misunderstand. You will serve us or die. I nave no need of light nor am offended by it. You may stay and serve us, run, or die. Choose." Cole's Javelin is quite wide of the mark.
Demlin moves over to Hel, Gallen, and Timeon to take a fire arrow and shoot it at the Mephit.
Unfortunately, her attack misses.
Lutor continues to launch bolts. Sooner or later, one will draw more ichor...or the fight will be won. His bolt hits, barely penetrating the mephit's skin.
Gallen and Timeon focused on getting the arrows ready "Only through co operation can some problems be overcome, or at least overcome more efficiently."
The mephit eyes you all, and says to Cole, "Now, if you were the King of Ice, sure I'd serve you, but you're just another stumbling human. I'm the King of Ice!"
Odenkirk glares at the Mephit.
"Demlin!!" Hel calls out as she finishes first soaking, then rapidly wrapping, a number of arrows with strips torn from the rags. Once she has the scout's attention, she glances up at her, then down at the modified arrows. Come use these, the noblewoman sends across the link the group shares. "Sir Gallen, Timeon, if you'll do the honors?" And once everything is in place, Faila once more chanting on her shoulder, Hel looks up at the mephit and says clinically, "We warned you." And then she opens fire, taking arrows from both knight and squire as fast as they can light them, with Demlin able to fill out the quartet.
The first two arrows miss, although if it didn't have the weight of the flaming rag, the second likely would have hit. The third, however, is right on the mark, and the mephit cries out in pain as the flames of the arrow burn it. The arrow itself sinks deep into the creature.
Wesh and Grumblejack again try to hit the mephit. Were it closer to the ground, Wesh may very well have fricasseed it already. Wesh glares up at the defiant mephit. He shouts, "Leave now, you little pest, or I'll see to it that you die, painfully, if possible. This isn't your domain, never has been and never will be. You're nothing but an insect."
"Hey now, who are you calling insect? You're the puny mortal with a limited life span, here," the mephit taunts.
Blue Elemental - 16/22, 18 nonlethal, unconscious
Red Elemental - dead
Purple Elemental - dead
Green Elemental - dead
Mephit - 15/33
Odenkirk - 63/80, fatigued 5 rounds
Wesh - 30/39
Lutor - 17/22
Cole - 13/18
Damn!! So close, yet so far. ;)
With a faint expression of disgust -- maybe contempt -- upon her face, Hel continues to take the lit arrows given her by Sir Gallen and Timeon, launching the unstable things up at the ice mephit. And while all three of them come close, only one impacts the creature. Damn!!
Faila pauses in her chanting after only one of the three hits. "Are you even trying to hit it, or do I need to go up there and scold it into oblivion??"
Hel gives the shivering reptile a scowl.
Grinding his teeth at the blasted beast, Wesh asks his companions, "Does anyone have a spare bow?"
Even if he can't manage to hit the thing in life, the fighter fully intends to hit it in death. He has to release the rage building up inside of him somehow.
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Grumblejack waits to see if anyone has a bow or javelin he might could use to attack the mephit.
Gallen hands arrows to Hell while Timeon assists Demlin. Gallen calls over to Wesh and Grumblejack. "Timeon has a shortbow."
"If you will not serve you will die."
Lutor continues, not having a bow to use.
"If you will not serve you will die." Cole throws a javelin at the mephit that bounces off the mast.
Demlin shoots another flaming arrow.
Her arrow misses the mephit.
Lutor continues, not having a bow to use. His bolt misses the mephit, as well.
Grinding his teeth at the blasted beast, Wesh asks his companions, "Does anyone have a spare bow?" Even if he can't manage to hit the thing in life, the fighter fully intends to hit it in death. He has to release the rage building up inside of him somehow.
Gallen hands arrows to Hel while Timeon assists Demlin. Gallen calls over to Wesh and Grumblejack. "Timeon has a shortbow."
With a faint expression of disgust -- maybe contempt -- upon her face, Hel continues to take the lit arrows given her by Sir Gallen and Timeon, launching the unstable things up at the ice mephit. And while all three of them come close, only one impacts the creature. Damn!! Faila pauses in her chanting after only one of the three hits. "Are you even trying to hit it, or do I need to go up there and scold it into oblivion??" Hel gives the shivering reptile a scowl.
The mephit is burned slightly by Hel's arrow, although the point itself does not harm him. He says, "You know what? This is getting boring. I'm gonna go find someone who doesn't shoot fire arrows at me to play with. I'll leave you with a parting gift, though!"
He blasts Wesh with his icy breath again, then files off into the night, disappearing even from the sight of those who can see in darkness.
Lutor looks around for the mephit, in case it simply teleported. And thinks to the others:
"Does anyone else see it? Is it truly gone?"
Wesh sighs in frustration as the mephit flies off, but gives him a parting gift. At least he took less of her gift this time.
"I think it's gone. For now. I bet it'll be back, though. We should make some fire weapons that the thing seems to hate so much."
The flapping of wings proves to be a poor guide, though Hel wastes two more burning arrows trying to hit the fleeing mephit. "Damn the thing!!" she says as she lowers the bow, staring after it. "And damn me for not thinking of these earlier." Looking around, she gestures to the ice left on-deck. "Are all of these finalized?" she asks, glancing in the direction the mephit had flapped, then nods to Wesh, adding, "I'll make some more."
Begrudgingly letting Faila -- who is crawling down her cloak -- back next to the warmth of her body, Hel quietly says something to her acerbic aide, though it is in Azlanti; Faila responds in the same language, muffled by the cloak, as Hel moves to make as many more of the unbalanced fire-arrows as the oil Odenkirk provided will extend to.
Faila: "Of course. If the plan is to succeed, so must you -- and not fall to such piddling foes."
As she's working, she says conversationally, "Thank you for your assistance in lighting the arrows, Tim." A glance goes Sir Gallen's way, and she nudges him via the link the group shares: You might acknowledge his ready bravery and skill, she suggests.