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Torgan leaps from Malt, though he is shaken down to his core when he sees his friend bloodied and beaten down on the ground. One by One he hurls Brinya's Love at the Decapitant Lord, though only a single strike is able to make it through the undead lord's armor.
Rogzul lines up near Jorgan as he ducks and weaves around the many columns. Kraygan readies a charge himself if the Decapitant Lord drops the wall.
Wren's spell completes as many small balls of celestial rage appear near the ceiling and fire rays down at the Decapitant Lord. Two of the light rays strike his icy exterior and slowly melt away at it.
Wren releases a torrent of missiles that chip and crack at the Svathurim's icy skin.
Jorgan and Spirit continue to press the assault but can't seem to find any way through the Decapitant Lord's defenses as they are just too strong.
Rime and ice begin to cover up the many wounds on the Decapitant Lord's body as he slowly heals. "You are gonna need more than that." he looks to Kraygan. "I K..K..Kray.... Kray... will walk over their corpses as you hide in the back!"
With Spirit and Jorgan standing in his way the Decapitant Lord slams into them.
The Undead Lords many hooves batter into Spirit's side as the creature brays in immense pain and begins to wobble.
Haste
Wren (52/61; Wall of Force 76 hp remaining)
Jorgan (114/114; shaken)(Spirit 14/90; shaken)
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Decapitant Lord (-24)
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Torgan (87/99; shaken)(Malt -5/67; bleeding)
Rogzul (60/81)
Kraygan (100/109)(Haggis 74/83)
"Get yer fat ass up here, Kraygan!" yells Torgan as the headless horseman beats the tar out of Spirit. "Everyone 'cept the elf is fighting and you are hiding behind the elf's magicks!" Torgan steps closer and flings his dagger quicker than the eye can see, aiming for the chest of the creature.
As Torgan flings the dagger seven times in under six seconds, Malt lays there moaning as he tries to stay strong.
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Wren balls continue to fire rays at the Decapitant Lord, unhappily squiggling and merping in Celestial.
"What *is* that smell?"
"Is it that undead or the dwarves?"
"I can't tell, but it's awful!"
"This is why I would prefer to stay in the Elysian Fields, things smell nice there. No dwarves, no undead overgrown centaurs."
"Totes, mcgoats."
"Think they will ever let that Elf into the Fields?"
"Hells no, after what he done? No. Oh no."
"Yeah, there is no way."
Wren's face scrunches up unhappily, a single tear coming from his right eye.
Ignoring Wren's tears, Ball #1 looks past Ball #3 and to Ball #2.
"Hey, right ball..."
"Hey, left ball... " Ball#2 repeats and looks back at Ball #1.
"If you're the right ball, and I'm the right ball, what's in the middle?" Ball#1 looks at Ball#2, then at Ball#3.
"Oh! That's right! The *dick* is in the middle."
Balls#1 and #2 giggle to themselves. #3 is not amused.
ranged touch; (-combat)
damage.
ranged touch; (-combat)
damage.
ranged touch;
damage.
ranged touch;
damage.
ranged touch;
damage.
ranged touch;
damage.
Wren moves up and fires some acid at the Lord.
touch to hit; (PBS,haste)
acid damage.
Augmented Lantern Archon CR 2
XP 600
LG Small outsider (archon, extraplanar, good, lawful)
Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +4
Aura aura of menace (DC 13)
AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 15 (+4 natural, +1 size; +2 deflect vs. evil)
hp 13+4 = 17 (2d10+2)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +0; +4 vs. poison, +2 resistance vs. evil
DR 10/evil; Immune electricity, petrification
Speed fly 60 ft. (perfect)
Ranged 2 light rays +3 ranged touch (1d6)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 3rd):
At Will—aid, continual flame, detect evil, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. of objects only)
Str 1+4, Dex 11, Con 12+4, Int 6, Wis 11, Cha 10
Base Atk +2; CMB –4; CMD 6
Feats Improved Initiative
Skills Diplomacy +5, Fly +14, Knowledge (planes) +3, Perception +4, Sense Motive +5
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ gestalt
HP: 52/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left: quick casting rod
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 1/3 used
Acid 1/10 used
Blip: 0 of 330
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
"Bah!!"
Abandoning any possible tactics, Kraygan rides around the wall, galloping up behind Jorgan.
"Kray, Rog, somebody else get in here and help! This is not my fight!" Jorgan yells as he worries over Spirit's wounds.
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Torgan continues to whittle way at the Decapitant Lord, ending the undead abominations threats towards Kraygan as Brinya's Love cracks into it's face being carried by the Svathurim.
Kraygan's resolve stands firm as he makes his way around the wall of invisible force and down past the pillars.
Several more rays of light assault the Decapitant Kray Kray as Wren soaks the creature in acid.
Worried that Spirit will join Hops' demise Jorgan does all that he can to make sure Spirit stays standing.
Haste
Wren (52/61; Wall of Force 76 hp remaining)
Jorgan (114/114; shaken)(Spirit 31/90; shaken)
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Decapitant Lord (-62)
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Torgan (87/99; shaken)(Malt -5/67; bleeding)
Rogzul (60/81)
Kraygan (100/109)(Haggis 74/83)
"I'm trying Jorgan, but..."
"These yaks, and elves and dwarves..."
"Take up a lot of..."
"Space!"
Rogzul grunts as he attempt to deliver blows to the Lord while avoiding Jorgan and spirit.
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Rogzul gets two good jabs in though the Decapitant Lord shrugs it off as he begins to heal once again. His sundered head keeps its sights set on Kraygan hiding behind the pillars.
"You want to hide! I'll bring the whole place down around ya then!"
The Svathurim rushes forward and slams his hooves into the column Kraygan is hiding behind. The ceiling heaves as the column crumbles and brings a large portion of it down with it. Stone, ice and rubble fall all over Kraygan, Haggis, and Wren.
Haste
Wren (39/61; Wall of Force 76 hp remaining)
Jorgan (114/114; shaken)(Spirit 31/90; shaken)
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Decapitant Lord (-116)
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Torgan (87/99; shaken)(Malt -5/67; bleeding)
Rogzul (60/81)
Kraygan (87/109)(Haggis 61/83)
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Kraygan growls, his rage building. "Ye lose yer brain along wit yer head? I ain't hiding, I'm positionin!"
Pressing on through the stones, he and Haggis emerge and close on the decapitant's flank, opposite Jorgan.
Once there, he swaps his lance for Gorum's thorn and sweeps low with the full might of his wrath behind the blade.
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Haggis makes his way through the rubble and provokes an attack from the Decapitant Lord's lance.
Haggis takes the blow from the lance right in his neck but continues to charge forward just enough for Kraygan to end the Decapitant Lord's life before the Undead could steal his name. Gorum's Thorn cleaves the Lord's body in half as the jagged edges catch hold, His many legs crumple as he falls lifelessly to the ground once again.
Searching through the Undead Lord's belongings you find :
- +3 Chain Shirt (Huge)
- +1 Keen Lance (Huge)
- A thick leather belt with the engraving of a charging rhinoceros.
DC 23 Spellcraft:Belt of Thunderous Charging
Wren (39/61)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 31/90)
Torgan (87/99)(Malt -5/67)
Rogzul (60/81)
Kraygan (87/109)(Haggis 32/83)
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With the creature falls, Wren points to the ball of light and begins to issue orders. Wren is still angry and bruised from falling column.
Two of the ball of light keep beating a dead deadhorse.
The third goes to stabilize Malt.
At a command, one of the balls of light goes to cast a spell on Malt. The others keep blowing away the dead horseman with tiny rays of light.
Wren floats down to check on Malt, the noble steed of an ignoble rider.
"My magics are insufficient to help this animal...it is only temporary. Can any of you do something?"
Spellcraft - belt
Once the healing is begun, Wren to identify the magics of the beast, then examine the entire cavern for things of interest. He holds up the Belt of Thunderous Charging for those who want it.
Perception w/Detect Magic.
"Do you think we should retreat for the night? To regroup? Not sure we can handle another of the abominations that come at us. Gah, I need healing."
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"Retreat, regroup, and maybe seek professional help for my batsh!t crazy cousins."
As the svathurim falls, Torgan feels vindication before he rushes over to Malt, sheathing his blade and hammer. "Rogzul! Malt needs your healing magicks!" he calls out to the half orc.
Once Malt is brought back to consciousness, Torgan feels the soft, wet tongue lightly caress his cheek as the dwarf smiles. "You did good..." he whispers to the beast.
Turning back to the group, Torgan looks to the enemies' gear. "We can use the Dwarven Forge to resize its armor and weapon down to our size. We should store it in our Bag of Holding." he advises.
"This was likely a lieutenant of the giant general. We should retreat and heal up as my protective magicks are waning. I doubt one day of rest would allow the giant general to escape, however we can post a watch." he thinks aloud.
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"This is all I've got left." The orc grunts as he steps over Malt and drops a healing hex on him and all the other beasts who have not received a hex for the day.
When done he nods in Torgan's direction.
"Amazing how sensible you sound after flinging weapons at our allies. I agree, we need to step back and bolster our defenses."
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Rogzul tends to what he can as the group retreats from the tomb, slowly making their way back to the campsite. True to the dragon's word it was much easier passing through the camp with the giant forces disbanded. Having to retreat from the tomb before hand would have surely meant death.
After several hours the group finally makes it back and hunkers down while Jorgan hides the campsite from sight and smell. Naximarra looks on with worry as you come back extremely bruised, battered and broken. "Is it done? Did you take care of Skirkatla?"
The group slowly packs in for the night to lick their wounds. From deep within the tomb an unnatural howl is heard. One that sends shivers down your back and makes your hair stand on end, though overall the night goes without incident.
Wren (61/61)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
Torgan (99/99)(Malt 29/67)
Rogzul (72/81)
Kraygan 99/109)(Haggis 71/83)
Jorgan shakes his head at Naxmarra and looks to the ground. "Nah, at least I don't think so. There were more undead in that place than we were expecting and they beat us up pretty good. We could use a rest."
Jorgan thinks for a moment and then asks, "When you said this giant was immortal, was that your way of saying lich? It would be nice to know before heading back in. After all, that place is rampant with undead and if there's a lich at the end we need to be more prepared."
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"Nah, not yet. Skirtlava has a bunch of undead abominations guarding her," Wren carps, adding to Jorgan's words. "We slew some things that I can't even explain how they unlived. That entire trip was a tomb of horrors."
Know (religion) -
Wren settles in to make camp and prepare for more undead horrors on the morrow.
"A lich, Jorgan? You think so?"
Rog frowns at Jorgan's suggestion. "I might prefer a living immortal giant to an undead one."
The half orc takes out his wand and uses as many charges as it takes to get everyone up to speed before camping for the night.
Silently fuming, Kraygan says little on the ride back to camp. Once there, he answers the dragon with a grumpy "Hmmph! Might have come back with her immortal head if we weren't so busy fightin amongst ourselves."
He casts a baleful eye at his dwindling supply of ale, frustrated that he can't drink it in victory, worried that he'll have to save it for someone's funeral.
"Cousins, if I can't keep ye from chargin in, then will ye learn how ta do it proper? With a lance? With that steel hand Jorgan ye could likely carry one of the giant's."
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"When you said this giant was immortal, was that your way of saying lich? It would be nice to know before heading back in. After all, that place is rampant with undead and if there's a lich at the end we need to be more prepared."
"I am afraid I am unable to answer that. No soul has seen or hear from Skirkatla for years until recently. Anything dug up from the past is little more than rumors heard. Older than myself even." Naximarra answers as much as she can.
Overall Wren seems to come to the same conclusion with the ittle bit of information that he has. Skirkatla was born in the Tusk Mountains and seemed destined to be a jarl from youth. Few frost giants of her generation demonstrated her degree of viciousness and cunning. Skirkatla often broke with tradition and custom, however, preferring victory by any means, whether in battle or other contests. This earned her many enemies, and she was eventually driven from her homeland southward to the Mindspin Mountains. Skirkatla founded her own tribe there, the Skirkalings, and built the village of Skirgaard high upon a mountain plateau. Yet the queen could not ward off the
passing of time, and she grew obsessed with retaining her power in her twilight years.
"Rest up. I will do what I can to make sure the camp isn't able to reorganize while you are in the Tomb." Her red scales glimmer in the moonlight.
Choosing to ignore his cousin, Torgan solemnly nods to Rogzul as he heals up Malt's wounds. "Well done, half-orc. You might be one of the more useful allies in this bunch." he says to the man. "Perhaps we should plant that sapling in the morning and harvest the fruit for our upcoming attempt to destroy the giant." he recommends.
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In the morning, Torgan blesses himself with the power of wooden skin once more and readies his other nature's magicks, realizing that he might be able to fool himself into believing one enemy is actually a giant, the only thing he seems to be good at fighting.
"I am ready to kill the giantess." he says solemnly as he mounts Malt and pulls up next to Jorgan.
"Let's come out of this alive, brother."
Rogzul frowns at the word half-orc, but nods respectfully at Torgan and takes what was meant as a compliment. "Planting in the morning is fine, hopefully there will be enough fruit to keep us fighting longer."
As they camp that night, Rogzul communes with Kashag and receives a blessing from his spirit. He is given the knowledge to further harness the memories and skills of those who guide him, and in the morning, not only is his fathers spirit with him, but so it that of one of his tribes greatest warriors.
"I am ready." He says, gripping his spear, ready to move out whenever the dwarves are.
Ignoring Torgan ignoring him, Kraygan looks to Jorgan and Rogzul. "'Tis a shame we have all these big weapons n' the forge is so far away. Any chance that one of ye has magic, or could summon somethin, that could get us there n' back?"
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"'Tis a shame we have all these big weapons n' the forge is so far away. Any chance that one of ye has magic, or could summon somethin, that could get us there n' back?"
Wren rubs his elven chin, considering Kraygan's (Ludditesque) mutterings.
"That's possible, Kraygan, but...maybe...but really not sure. We came a long way from the Cathedral...hmm...maybe...something I could try when we're done here. But yeah...maybe..." Wren ponders trying out his untested magics on Teleporting to and fro, but doesn't have the confidence in his tricks to state it could be done...and probably couldn't bring along the yakkenhorde in it's current composition.
In the morning, Wren will be ready to go, casting his day longs as the party reaches the front doors.
The group arrives at the giantess's fortress, finding the doors to the area completely unguarded. The double doors to the north remain closed and the floating elf looks to keep floating down the hallway towards the room that housed the deadly Svathurim lieutenant.
"Strike straight to the heart of the forces and ignore the side doors?" he says to the elf with a shrug as he follows the birdman to the double doors in the svathurim's chamber and inspects them for traps.
If they are safe, Torgan opens the double doors once everyone is ready.
Before riding out from camp Kraygan dons the belt of thunderous charging, and offers his old magic belt to anyone that can use it.
As the group rises up to the Tomb again, Kraygan adjusts the straps on Haggis. Whatever the dwarves have been feeding the yaks seems to have finally put some girth on his mount too. "Hey Torgan, doesn't that hammer let ye make us big? I think our mounts, even Haggis, kin handle th' increased weight now. Also, I got an extra lance here, and I really think ye should consider usin it. If Jorgan is big enough he could pro'bly carry that headless monster's lance too."
Having rummaged through the loot earlier, he gets out a potion of protection from cold and drinks it.
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Slowly heading back into the Tomb the group returns to the room that once contained the Decapitant Lord. The surrounding camp outside grows unnaturally quiet and more barren with each passing day.
Torgan finds no traps set within the doors and shoves them open wide to find an empty and meaningless hallway only leading to a second set of double doors.
Still finding no traps Torgan continues to open the next set of doors as it only seems logical. The floor of this spacious chamber is tiled in black stone, with a large sunken area in the middle. Four columns of white marble, each carved with the faces of giants along its length, stand in the corners of the room, supporting the vaulted ceiling overhead. Double stone doors are set in all but the north wall. A short flight of steps leads up to a raised platform to the west where doors of black stone stand in the wall.
The sunken center of the room is 2 feet lower than the edges, and the ceiling rises 30 feet overhead. Hovering near the center of the sunken floor is a dry, and hallow corpse's chest that looks more like a prison of jagged ribs. Within which is trapped a small tormented ghostly form.
"I have displeased my mate. Though in my death I only made her stronger! Your deaths shall make her a god!"
+4 in Mountains
Wren (73/73)
Torgan (108/108)(Malt 75/75)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
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Undead (DC 21 Knowledge Religion)
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Rogzul (97/97)
Kraygan (109/109)(Haggis 83/83)
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Wren recognizes the creature as a Devourer. Devourers are the undead remnants of fiends and evil spellcasters who became lost beyond the farthest reaches of the multiverse. Returning with warped bodies, alien sentience, and a hunger for life, devourers threaten all souls with a terrifying, tormented annihilation. These withered corpses stand 10 feet tall but weigh a mere 200 pounds.
Though uncertain what this creature is, you are positive it is one of the undead. This reveals result all undead traits. (Planes) Though uncertain what this creature is, you are positive it is not native to the material plane, though you do not believe it to be an outsider.
This creature is a devourer, a horrific undead monster that can typically be found stalking prey on the Ethereal and Astral Planes. The tiny figure in its rib cage is the trapped essence of a slain opponent upon which it feeds to sustain its unnatural life.
The devourer is named for its ability to consume an enemy's life essence. The devourer reaches out and touches its victim, that is slain instantly if their body fails to resist the devourer's horrific magic. The slain creature's essence is trapped within the figure in the devourer's ribs which takes on the features of the victim. Only the most powerful magics can free the victim, though destroying the devourer has the same effect. Luckily, a devourer can only hold a single essence at a time.
A devourer's touch drains the life energy of its victim, inflicting a negative level with ever touch. It can even do this through the use of its spectral hand spell-like ability. Devourers are also resilient to magical attacks.
As well as providing sustenance to the devourer, a trapped essence can also be used to power an array of spell-like abilities that the devourer has access to. Using the essence in this way diminishes its power and can eventually destroy it. As well as this, the devourer can also use the trapped essence to be the victim of certain spells that make it past its spell resistance, including all charms and compulsions, making these spells effectively useless against these creatures.
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Round 1, Init 28
"Try not to get sucked into its drama or its hollow core, all. It would be bad. This is an unholy thing."
Wren, flying above the party at 20', fires three angry red fiery rays at the undead, using Firestorm.
touch
fire damage
touch
fire damage
touch
fire damage
SR if necessary
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Torgan sees the giant hulking corpse and takes note of the human trapped in the core. "We should let it approach before we strike with full force!" Torgan yells as he readies a strike for its approach.
As he flips Brinya's Love over and catches it by the blade, keeping it ready to throw, Torgan calls out a command to Malt. "Gore him when he gets close!" he yells.
As Torgan acts defensively, he feels the heat of the three fiery arrows that soar past him, nearly clipping him, but narrowly avoiding singing his clothes.
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Flying high above Wren releases a trio of scorching rays at the Devourer. All three strike into the undead, the rays burn away several bones into a scorched mass, causing the undead to howl in agony.
Torgan readies several attacks as Jorgan begins to summon more animals to help.
The Devourer heals a vast majority of its wounds as it slowly floats towards Torgan.
Malt rushes forward and attempts to gore the Devourer but the rib cage is far stronger than it looks and deflects Malt's horns.Torgan fares a bit batter as Brinya's Love chips away at the hovering corpse.
Wren (73/73)
Torgan (108/108)(Malt 75/75)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
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Devourer (-28)
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Rogzul (97/97)
Kraygan (119/119)(Haggis 102/102)
Kraygan guides Haggis through the crowded doorway past Torgan, then turns his mount to the side of the chamber.
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As Kraygan guides haggis past the devourer reaches out for the yak.
+ Energy Drain
Haggis pales as the undead's claws rip through his side. As the devourer steals Haggis' essence it seems to rejuvenate.
Wren (73/73)
Torgan (108/108)(Malt 75/75)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
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Devourer (-28; +5 temp HP)
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Rogzul (97/97)
Kraygan (119/119)(Haggis 83/97; 1 neg lvl)
Kraygan tries to pull Haggis away at the last second!
Rogzul lets the dwarves engage the enemy while he begins channeling the strength of his spirits into his longspear. It hums with energy, a longing to strike out against the devourer.
His weapon prepared, Rogzul begins a second spell cast, perparing to give himself more reach before engaging the creature.
As Kraygan distracts the undead abomination, Torgan and Malt continue their thunderous assault! "Bring it down, boy! " The dwarf yells to his yak.
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Round 2, Init 28
"Oh piddlespot, that thing heals quite quickly...be sure to overkill it, like Torgan's liver."
Wren, flying above the party at 20', fires his adaptative, flaming bow at the devourer.
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage.
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
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Rogzul glares at the ancient enemy as he communes with the spirits on making his body larger and stronger.
Wren attempts to pelt the undead with arrows of his own but the arrows simply bounce right off of the Devourers thick bones.
Torgan's chains whirl through the air as Agrimmosh and Brinya's Love whip back and forth with practice and ease. The pair of weapons repeatedly smash into the Devourer's rib cage.
Jorgan's spell completes as a brings forth an addition yak to the party behind the Devourer. The large, horned bull appears running out of the portal at full speed as it slams into the back of the Devourer.
Gripping Heartspit Jorgan shoulders forward next to Torgan.
The Devourer gently floats forward as he slams into Torgan witha wrath unlike any he has yet seen.
Malt rears back blocking Torgan from his doom.
Wren (73/73)
Torgan (108/108)(Malt 75/75)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
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Devourer (-102)
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Rogzul (97/97)
Kraygan (119/119)(Haggis 102/102)
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Round 3, Init 28
"Gah."
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,rapid)
magic fire damage
HP: 73/73
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+11+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+6[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Firestorm 1/3 used
Acid 0/10 used
Blip: 0 of 72 5' steps
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
[ dice]1d20+13-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+3+1d6[/dice] magic fire damage.
Wheeling Haggis about Kraygan barrels forth, charging the undead horror with his lance!
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Kraygan charges forth. Haggis thundering across the small expanse as suddenly Kraygan misses the undead. The decline shifts his aim only slightly as he narrowly misses.
Haggis has a more difficult time missing with the size of the yak. Instead of hurling a pin at a fence post it is like hurtling a barn at it instead.
Wren's first two arrows miss the Devourer. Taking a deep breath and holding his hands a bit steadier Wren lands his final arrow dead center mass of the Devourer, sealing its fate as it hunkers to the ground in a clatter of rib cage and bones. The ghostly essence within disappears.
Wren (73/73)
Torgan (108/108)(Malt 75/75)
Jorgan (114/114)(Spirit 65/90)
Rogzul (97/97)
Kraygan (119/119)(Haggis 102/102)
Rogzul sighs, as he lumbers forward in his larger form, the hungry energy in his weapon already starting to dissipate. He looks around the room to assist in finding any goods the group might be assisted by.
"If we fight again in the next ten minutes, at least I'm already prepared." He grunts.
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"Not sure why that thing is here. Why would a creature like that choose to hide in an ice tomb? Might be better off finding a warmer place, I'd think," Wren muses as he
Perception w/Detect Magic
"We're getting closer, we should prepare more," Wren notes, thinking about the lich if its a lich or something else.
"Kraygan, Rogzul, would you like a bit more for the next fights?" Wren asks, offering them extended Heroism should they wish it.
He will draw his rod of quicken and be ready to follow the horde onward.