As the creatures converge on Gansukh, Ariston lobs a bomb towards them, this one unattached to any projectile. The relative success of his last attack has him grinning, and he throws the bomb with confidence. He had been unsure of his new creation, which was rather unstable when compared to his standard bombs.
Drysten will hold his position, throwing a storm burst out from behind his shield and then positioning himself behind it. He aims it at the same creature just in front and to the right of him.
Holding, waiting for the creatures to break the tree line as I believe they have cover at this moment.
Ariston's aim proves to be impeccable - but his flashy creations draw the ire of some of the creatures.
Filios moves five feet and attacks the closest caster from a position of stealth.
Ok then 5' adjust down one square to break cover and two shots at the mace wielding baddy bottom right of the map not engaged in melee.
Figures the one that is likely to hit would be the crappy shot.
While most of the group focuses on the enemies nearby, Saladraxis harasses the set of outsiders approaching from the East. It was clear they'd seen the party before the shot, but like a nest of insects, they now made a beeline for the group.
Filios's ambush was well-made, the blade piercing the vitals of the strange creature, it falling to the ground. His companion, however, gives Dristen a nasty bash of the mace - even as the cleric calls upon the power of the storm again.
Haggin will cast Entangle so that the creatures coming from the east will hopefully be hindered enough so that the group can deal with the ones from the north. I will center the spell so that allies are not inside the radius of the spell.
While the casters are easily caught by the vines, the mace-wielders look towards Haggin with ire - and steps to match.
Having had good success with his two bombs, Ariston decides to save the rest of his materials for those approaching from the east and retrieves his bow, moving north. He draws and fires on one of the entangled casters, hoping to thin the ranks somewhat.
Drysten frowns as he is unable to duck behind his shield in time and gets hit by the mace. The wind should be more effective. Drysten decides to take another tactic, and shifts back before calling down lightning on the foe that hit him.
Sal is going to continue to do the only thing she knows how to do. Going for the same target as last time.
Making good on all their offenses (save one of Sal's arrows), the Northern group seems to be very bloodied and burnt. Dristen's lightning elicits an otherworldly shriek, though the Eastern group doesn't seem to be at the same level of pain.
Yet, anyway.
Surveying the scene, the Rogue cuts his own fate...
Filios moves across the path, and back into the foliage to attack the other caster.
Narrowly missing his target, Filios's propsective prey withdraws to the trees while the robed figure behind him looks more defiant.
Extending its hand, pinpoints of bright light streak towards the elven rogue, pounding into his torso with arcane accuracy.
Grins at the critter
You'll not find me easy prey!
he swings his tetsubo into the chest of the enemy
Gansukh's well-placed cut ends the consciousness of the combatant, its mace falling to the ground alongside it.
Of the original group, the casters remained, but this didn't mean our heroes were out of the water just yet; the group from the East was beginning to come on in full force.
The robed figures here waste no time in taking out their ire upon Gansukh. Raising their staffs, a line of hot-pink energy flows to the two orbs farthest away from them, illuminating the obsidian in that shade of light. A moment later, the dead ground beneath the pair of orbs illuminates in a wave flowing to the sphere on the Eastern tip. The warrior standing on it feels the life being sucked out of him into the abyssal ground.
(assuming it's a spell like for rage superstitious power)
Deciding to stay well back and hopefully out of range, Bizzle fire a sling bullet at one of the red foes to the east.
Filios moves forward stealthily to sit in an ambush position.
Haggin's shot goes wide while Filios attempts to remain undetected.
Ariston moves slightly, hoping to get a better vantage point. The advance of the eastern enemies is worrying, and the half-orc wants to be rid of these remaining casters before engaging them. It would not do to have enemies both behind and in front, after all.
Ariston's shot misses, but the mace-wielding redskins do not.
Not both, anyway. While he can dodge one blow, a solid "crack" sounds on Gansukh's left side with the other.
Filios, go help Gansukh. I can handle this last one. He punctuates the sentence with a flash of light from his hand as a trident seemingly made of electricity forms in his hand.
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Saladraxis moves another 5' down to get better shots at her targets.
edit: Apparently Sal is not having a good day at all.
Muttering from the mages ends in a frightening rumble - seemingly from the earth itself.
While Sal needles her opponent with one of her shots, that and the Halfling's stormspear do little to intimidate their foes.
letting his anger guide him he rapidly punches punches the one in front of him in the face, then stepping 5 feet south and swiftly kicking the other in the groin.
Attack my friends, now is the time for fury!
Gansukh's blows strike with effect, but not fatality; the threats in front of him were meaty, muscular, and mean.
Cruel also, however, were the thinner, robed figures in the Eastern path. Performing an encore, a similar wave of pink energy rushes in the reverse direction, washing over Gansukh and the creatures to reach the Western spheres. This wave glows brighter than the last, however.
The Northern casters seem to dislike their odds and retreat.
Haggin will move into the clearing and belches, producing fire by way of the use of his spell Fire Breath on the two creatures attacking his ally.
Haggin's impressive fire is quite the visual spectacle, and in their focus on Gansukh, the assailants take the full brunt of the flames. Though it doesn't seem to have the anticipated effectiveness, they are definitely feeling the burn.
Orc and Elf, common enemies in race, have now a common enemy between them as they prepare to act.
Filios rushes into a flanking position with Gansukh.
Coming, firend!
Ariston gasps as the fear takes him, clutching at his head. He tries to shake it off, but it seems that the effect is more powerful than he anticipated.
No time for fear. These are proving to be truly formidable enemies. Exactly are they?
The thoughts coincide with Ariston moving south to assist, sliding to a halt next to Dristen and flicking a bomb into the fray.
The elf's "sneak" attack does the job - two-handed sharp objects usually do. As the creature falls forward and to its left, a deep hum sounds across the meadow. It seems to be coming from mainly the center of the field, yet nowhere in particular at the same time. The sound does resonate off the three orbs though.
Upon the lifeless portion of the ground, the fearsome redskin seems invigorated. His blunt weapon swings with alacrity and force unexpected from before, the blunt weapon hunting for Gansukh's vitality even as his own waned.
A sickening CRUNCH fills the air as the metal demolishes the figher's ribcage. Internal trauma ensuing, Gansukh falls to the ground.
With the electricity searching through him, Drysten's gaze at the casters is that of longing. His first step is towards Gansukh though, and it turns into a charge at the man entangled with him.
Sal continues to plunk bolts into the opponents as best she can, something about fighting in these tropical surroundings is playing havoc with her shots.
While the shocking connection from Dristen significantly damages the outsider - which looks very badly off now - the lone caster in the North takes the opportunity to escape into the jungle.
The other two, however, have plenty of fight left in them; twin barrages of arcane power pound Filios, evidently perceived as the next largest threat to them.
Order: Casters2, Haggin, Ariston, Filios, Melee, Saladraxis, Dristen
Haggin will use the 2nd of his fire breath uses, this one only half as potent as the previous.
(and I'm still raging)
Slightly singing the creature, Haggin sets up the foe for blows from Ariston and Filios.