Coyote looks at the door, and does not notice any traps. It looks as though this door, just like the one that you entered through, is only secret from the outside of the hallway on both sides.
Once Coyote returns from the door Delum begins to head down the hallway and gestures for Harrigan to join him. Once everyone is ready he opens the door, prepared to meet whatever is on the other side.
Harrigan steps forward, offering a grim nod acknowledging how unsafe this place is regardless of his initial wonder. His hair stirs slightly despite the stillness of the air.
As the group arrays itself to open the door, Deylar makes sure to take his position in the midst of the group. He quickly asks for divine assistance as they prepare for whatever lies beyond.
Xaeken follows wordlessly, keeping an eye on the back of the group and doing his best to keep an eye on the others up front.
Coyote stands back, allowing the warriors to go first.
Delum quietly pulls the release and opens the door, his eyes quickly searching the room beyond.
A tattered and stained red carpet runs most of the length of this long hall. Moth-eaten tapestries of mounted knights and hilltop castles hang on the wall. At the far eastern end stands a large wooden throne surrounded by empty kegs and dirty wooden plates and mugs.
Very near you, surrounding the throne, are three humanoids (of different races; one larger than the others). A fourth humanoid sits on the throne. When you enter, they turn and look at you. The one on the throne calls out.
"Who the blazes are you?"
The other three figures draw their weapons, one with a battleaxe, one with a falchion, and the largest one with a longsword.
The fiery ifrit takes a bold step forward, he proudly declares, "I'm Harrigan, who are you?"
There are people down here? I had no idea!
The half-gaint watches the four figures warily, "I am Delum Thord, I'll have your names now."
Deylar is also surprised to find inhabitants so close to the surface but manages to keep that reaction from his face. Feeling the divine energy of his spell still surrounding him he considers several actions he could immediately take.
He finally settles on a wait-and-see approach. The companions outnumber the inhabitants of the room so he feels confident that they can win a fight if it comes to that, that does not mean there is a reason to seek out battle if it is not necessary.
Seeing that Harrigan has already begun the parlay, the aasimar focuses his attention on the rest of the room to ensure nothing else is waiting to surprise them.
Coyote enters the room behind Delum and Harrigan and looks around.
To no one in particular Xaeken mumbles to himself, It is said that others often come to this place. Apparently, this is true.
For now the warrior simply stands at the ready, content to see what happens to Delum and Harrigan's introductions.
Status: Bodor 8/8
Griff 9/9
Lasha 15/15
Starl 16/16
The one on the throne looks offended.
"You dare ask me who I am?! You trespass on territory and ask me for MY name?! Take them!"
At that, the three bodyguards move to attack.
Falchion-wielder
Block 2: Coyote
Theodore
Xaeken
Delum
Longsword-wielder
Block 3: Zaxxeon
Throned-one
Battleaxe-wielder
Block 4: Deylar
Smoke wisps off of Harrigan's shoulders as his polite introduction is rebuffed. Eyes sparking with anger, he rushes forward with a growl. "If that is how you want it, so be it!"
HP: 26/26
AC: 15 (10 T / 13 FF)
CMD: 16
F/R/W: +4/+3/-1 (+2 to will while bloodraging)
Resists: Fire (5)
Bloodrage Rounds used: 0/6
Elemental Strikes used: 0/3
Volitile Conduit: [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
Griff 9/9
Lasha 5/15
Starl 16/16
Harrigan swings his mighty hammer at the falchion-wielding humanoid, and connects with a powerful blow. Shifting back to do her bodyguard duty, he then returns the favor, swinging his falchion at Harrigan. The falchion moves easily through Harrigan's armor, and opens up a wound in the Ifrit.
Too caught up in the scenery of the new hall, Theodore fails to find a spot in the introductory conversation before weapons are drawn, instead sliding one palm off the other and speaking an arcane phrase; the floor underneath the aggressive strangers quickly grows slippery with dark liquid.
Xaeken frowns beneath his mask, more that the group will be forced to risk injury with thugs, than anything else.
"Then you shall fall nameless and be forgotten..."
Delum covers the distance in two long strides to stand alongside Harrigan and answer the young warrior's wound.
Coyote calmly observes the battle, then brings his crossbow up to his chin and snaps off a bolt at the nearest foe, reloading in such a smooth action that it seems all of a piece with firing his weapon.
Griff 8/9
Lasha -3/15
Starl 11/16
Theodore casts his spell, and the falchion-wielding humanoid falls over on the slippery ground. Seeing his advantage, Delum moves and strikes, and the humanoid falls unconscious. The other humanoid in the grease remains standing, while the leader on the throne is unaffected.
Stepping forward, Xaeken's hands move in a blur, lunging at the large creature, though its shield blocks all but the pick, which sinks in past its tough skin. The humanoid retaliates against Xaeken, landing a glancing blow and opening a wound in the multi-armed fighter.
Coyote's crossbow bolt flies true, but only grazes the shoulder of the humanoid he attacked.
With practiced gestures, and a few, short words of arcane power, Zaxxeon rips the fabric of reality, reaching across the planes and pulling forth a majestic flying creature immediately above the head of the Throned-one.
Without a sound but the flap of its wings, it strikes without mercy at her summoner's foe.
From behind one of Zaxxeon's legs, Albion snickers softly.
Griff 8/9
Lasha -3/15
Starl 11/16
Initiative:
Upon seeing one of his bodyguards fall and the appearance of the flying creature, the humanoid on the throne shouts at the top of his lungs.
"Aye, get in here! We're under attack!"
At that, he draws his falchion and attacks the bird. The attack knocks the creature out of the air before it disappears.
The final humanoid bodyguard with the battleaxe turns toward Harrigan and Delum, looking ready to strike at any moment.
Deylar silently curses himself as he reacts so slowly to the raging battle around him. His companions are doing well so far so the priest decides to add to their advantage with a boon from Nethys.
Still feeling the power of his deity's guidance within him, Deylar steps forward and brings his left fist toward his face. With a quick flicking motion splays his fingers open with his palm pointed upward. The only outward sign that anything happened is a small ringing sound like a tiny bell, but the entire group feels a slight tickling sensation on their skin as they are touched by Nethys's grace.
The aasimar knows that the blessings he can share are limited and they have a long trek ahead of them. He decides it is better to parse them out in a slow controlled manner until they know more about the situation. He quickly prays to offer Delum an additional blessing with a light touch on the warrior's back.
Guidance not yet discharged
HP: 16/16
Lvl 1 Spells 3/3 (DC15)
Divine Boon 6/7
Blast Rune 7/7 (1d6+1, 1 round)
Channel 6/6 (DC14)
Bralani's Step 1/1
Daylight-Flareburst 2/2
With a grunt, Harrigan hefts his hammer overhead again, but the wound he just suffered spoils his aim as he brings the weapon around in a frightful swing.
HP: 17/26
AC: 17 (12 T / 15 FF)
CMD: 16
F/R/W: +4/+3/-1 (+2 to will while bloodraging)
Resists: Fire (5)
Bloodrage Rounds used: 0/6
Elemental Strikes used: 0/3
Volitile Conduit: [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
None
** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **
Upon seeing one of his bodyguards fall and the appearance of the flying creature, the humanoid on the throne shouts at the top of his lungs.
"Aye, get in here! We're under attack!"
At that, he draws his falchion and attacks the bird. The attack knocks the creature out of the air before it disappears.
Status: Bodor 3/8
Griff 8/9
Lasha -4/15
Starl 11/16
Harrigan slides over next to Xaeken, swinging his hammer. It flies past the orc, however, missing its mark.
^Was he still out of range even when I moved to S3?
Coyote snaps off another shot against the foe at U2, then reloads.
Then Coyote darts right to W5 and fires at W3.
Surveying the mayhem for a bit, Theodore can't help but chuckle as the brute's feet betray him and leave him splayed out across the floor. The presumed leader's entry into the fray is cause for concern, and so he decides to give the big ugly something to think about. Aiming down his index finger like the sights of a crossbow, he struggles to get a clear shot amidst the movement, and fires a pale blue beam of frost, hoping his aim is true (or lucky.)
Hearing the throned one call for aid, Delum cast a searching glance to the other doors in the room.
He shouts to Xaeken and Harrigan, "Hold them here!"
Delum then strides back to stand between the two nearest doors, "Ancestors give me strength..."
As the words are spoken, a strange scent emanates from the half-giant. It fills the air around him, reminding all those who smell it of old memories thought long forgotten.
It is then that Delum begins to grow. The already hulking warrior nearly doubling in size. He towers over the others in the room, holding a battleaxe now larger than any of his companions, he readies himself to attack any that might pass though the doors that flank him.
Sensing the various movements through the fight and with the bloodrager close by Xaeken shifts again to put himself closer to the leader, give Harrigan space to advance should he choose to, and begins his dance of steel against the leader.
Edit: I added the +2 for my first attack. Thanks Delum[/ooc]
Griff 8/9
Lasha -4/15
Starl 8/16
Coyote rushes to the corner of the room and looses a crossbow bolt, finding a seam in the large humanoid's armor. Meanwhile, Theodore releases a bolt of cold energy that strikes the leader on the throne, and he yells in pain as it connects. Xaeken, sliding over to engage the large humanoid, attacks furiously, but is unable to get by the surprisingly quick shield of his opponent.
After blocking all of Xaeken's attacks, the burly humanoid growls in rage, staring deep into the kasatha's eyes.
Zaxxeon growls slightly as his summoned creature is easily dispatched, but seems otherwise unfazed - "To each its role master" - comes the immediate comment from Albion - the half elf simply smiles at the reassuring remark, and again runs through practiced movements, summoning forth another creature to assist them in the fray.
As the creature soars from another plane of existence, her shriek pierces the air, while it launches an attack at the burly humanoid.
Griff 8/9
Lasha -6/15
Starl -2/16
Goblin Leader: 6/6
Goblin 1: 6/6
Goblin 2: 4/4
Blue Kobold: 4/4
Yellow Kobold: 4/4
Male Human: 8/8
Female Human: 7/7
Zaxxeon's summoned eagle connects with sharp blows to the large humanoid, and he collapses to the ground.
The battleaxe-wielder takes a swing at Harrigan, but misses wide. The one on the throne yells, and then swings again at the eagle. He connects with a direct and solid hit, and this eagle also disappears.
Suddenly, the door to the southwest bursts open, and seven more humanoids enter the room, yelling battle cries and ready to fight. Three large-headed, short, and green humanoids lead the charge, one shouting orders and wearing animal claws on a necklace hanging over his chest. Two other, lizard-like humanoids, one blue and one yellow, follow behind the large-headed ones. Bringing up the rear, two humans look like they've seen better days, grizzled and haggard, one male and one female.
Falchion-wielder (unconscious)
Block 2: Coyote
Theodore
Xaeken
Delum
Longsword-wielder (unconscious)
Block 3: Zaxxeon
Throned-one
Battleaxe-wielder
Large-headed humanoids
Lizard-like humanoids
Haggard humans
Block 4: Deylar
Delum curses as the reinforcements approach from the far end of the hall.
He swings his massive head towards the throned one, he growls at Deylar, "Out of the way priest, I tire of this!"
Seeing the situation is much worse than they first believed, Delyar again lowers his head in prayer, this time calling on a more powerful spell to aid the team. As he finishes a silent pulse of light radiates out from the priest leaving each of his allies with a slightly warm flush on their exposed skin.
Quickly thinking that more is better, he brings his fist up and splays out his fingers one more time. The same ringing bell sounds in the chamber again but this time the slight tickle is replaced by a brief stinging itch. It is gone in a second but leaves behind the same boon as it did before.
The aasimar looks at the enlarged warrior. How did he DO that? I must learn what magics he possesses..... "They can handle the few by the throne, you should introduce yourself to these seven new friends!" He quickly grabs for his sling as his concern grows.
HP: 16/16
Lvl1 Sp 2/3 (DC15)
Divine Vessel 5/7
Blast Rune 7/7 (1d6+1, 1 round)
Channel 6/6 (DC14)
Bralani's Step 1/1
Daylight-Flareburst 2/2
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For the first time since coming to Dragon's Delve, Coyote draws upon his own inner discipline, seizing a mote of time from his own future and examining where his target will be a few seconds from now. With the knowledge gained, he fires again.