Kraygan gawps as the spider skitters past him. Sliding to a stop, he whips out his hammer and stows his bow before charging at the thing’s bulbous abdomen.
”Death to all spiders!!”
"Get me outta here, Allie! I have a bad feeling about Spirit and we need to bring him back here." Jorgan wildly cuts at the webbing with his flaming sword and rushes towards Alysendra, his mind full of dread that he might lose another animal friend.
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Jorgan easily cuts free the webbing holding him to the ground as he rushes to Alysendra for help getting to Spirit.
Farin slides past on the ground, slicing off another leg stalk, though Kraygan isn't as nimble getting past.
The webbed flail rebounds off of his armor as the stone clangs against the metal. Kraygan's hammer of thunderbolts causes the spider to buckle slightly but yet stands as its broken leg mends.
Seeing one of their own fall, the creature's of the darkness withdraw from Spirit's horns as they each skitter 50 feet up the walls with ease.
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Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Resist Fire 30 (All but Farin)
Wren (91/91)
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Leng Spiders (-175)
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Jorgan (146/170; DR/5 piercing; entangled)(Spirit 36/144)
Farin (105/105; Freedom of Movement)
Kraygan (154/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)
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Spirit Special
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Alysendra (101/101)
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Round 10, Init 29
Feeling inspired, Wren fires a few more shots at the spider even as others flee the battlefield.
"Wait! Where are you guys going!? We're literally about a minute away from killing thi....ah...piddlespotting go."
And this is how we die. We get split up and die.
to hit; (Haste, Heroism)
magic damage.
to hit; (Haste, Heroism)
magic damage.
to hit; (Haste, Heroism)
magic damage.
to hit; (Haste, Heroism)
magic damage.
[ ooc]Haste (round 3/13): +1 to hit, AC, reflex, attx, yadayadayada. [/ooc]
HP: 91/91
AC: 19 (+4 w/mage armor, if haste then AC 20)
Readied action acid:
[ dice]1d20+12+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+7[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight, heroism
Right: Bow
Left:
Glove: Staff of Frost
Iron Ring: 0/1 used
Rod Lsr Extend: 2/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken: 3/3 used
Firestorm: 0/3 used
Staff of Frost: 4/10 used
Acid 0/10 used: Acid Dart (1d6+6 acid, 10/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Blip: 34 of 90 5' steps used
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.
14th Level: The bow allows the use of summon monster VI for 3 charges to summon fire elementals only. The Fireball spell now only costs 2 charges and is under the effects of the empower metamagic feat. The bows power increases the charges to 5 each day as the rubies themselves begin to grow.
[ dice]1d20+13[/dice] to hit;[/dice]
[ dice]1d8+3[/dice] magic damage.[/dice]
Alysendra moves to Jorgan and takes his hand. "We'll find Spirit," she says hopefully.
"Penthae, help the others with the spider thing," she orders.
Penthae nods grimly and moves in, drawing her sword as her song changes from one of hope to one of battle.
Alysendra looks confused for a moment as she grabs Jorgan's hand, and then lets it go. "Um, sorry... it's out of range of my powers."
She turns away, blushing at her error, and instead hurls her starknife at the spider again.
plus acid
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Alysendra whips her starknife through the spider's face as Penthae moves in. The spider is fast on it's feet.
Penthae gets clips by the spider's strange webbed flail, tossing the Azata's aim off.
This opens an opportunity for Wren as he pelts arrows at the spider at point blank range.
Wren takes a solid blow to his side but doesn't falter as his arrows end the spider's life.
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Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Resist Fire 30 (All but Farin)
Wren (72/91)
Jorgan (146/170; DR/5 piercing; entangled)(Spirit 36/144)
Farin (105/105; Freedom of Movement)
Kraygan (154/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)
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Spirit Special
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Alysendra (101/101) (Penthae 79/94)
Kraygan gives the spider an extra smash for good measure. If he had a huge handkerchief he’d gather up the thing’s gooey remains and toss it in the trash. Or flush it down a privy. Or burn it.
But it seems the group has other pressing matters.
”What ‘append ter Spirit?” He looks around as if he might have somehow missed noticing a 2-ton white ram.
Jorgan sighs as his shoulders fall into a slump and he lets go of Alysendra's hand. "S'okay. The only thing I can think of t' find 'im is...."
Jorgan purses his lips and starts to make a low whistle, blending up into a slow and haunting melody.
When the bird arrives, Jorgan removes from crumbs from his pack and approaches the bird carefully. He speaks softly and tries to coerce the bird to trust him.
Jorgan furrows his brow for a moment in thought and then frantically starts pawing at his leggings, scratching at his thighs. Just when you think the dwarf may have gone mad, Jorgan looks up grinning, holding a small handful of fur that had been clinging to his clothes. He approaches the bird holding the hair out in his palm, making soft mourning noises that the bird might understand as a lost mate or family member.
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Jorgan makes a shrill cry into the air. Within seconds it is met by a matching shrill and yet terrifying scream. While not able to show itself in a six second window Jorgan is well aware that a Roc is now incoming.
Farin grabs ahold of the magical black orb. A strange and unholy eye flits open on it and scares Farin, causing him to nearly drop the orb as it blinks.
Fifty feet up on the ceiling the strange creatures mix might and magic against the Ram. The ram that dropped one of their own. Obviously they didn't expect as much from such a creature.
Small and jagged spikes slowly crop up and rip from the stone.
An unholy cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness covers the ram.
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Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Resist Fire 30 (All but Farin)
Wren (72/91)
Jorgan (146/170; DR/5 piercing)(Spirit 36/144)
Farin (105/105; Freedom of Movement)
Kraygan (154/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)
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Spirit Special
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Alysendra (101/101) (Penthae 79/94)
"Sorry, Jorgan," Alysendra mumbles. "Gather round, everyone, and I will tend your wounds."
At Farin's cry, she moves to him with a concerned look. "What's wrong? What is it?"
EDIT: wrong number of dice, corrected now.
Penthae casts cure serious wounds on Jorgan.
Spirit lets out a ferocious snarl as the evil magic washes over him. Enraged at this new turn of events, he charges the nearest beast.
Jorgan's eyes brighten when he recognizes the screech of a roc, knowing it is a large and fairly intelligent bird. He has hopes that he may be able to convince it to find Spirit; at least the roc might do a better job than, say, a sparrow.
Ignoring Farin and Wren's inspection of the orb, Jorgan says to Alysendra, "You tried. I think I've got backup coming anyways. Some quick aerial power might be able to find Spirit." He shrugs sadly. "It's our only hope now."
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The group studies the strange orb just as a gargantuan roc flies in. This immense raptor unleashes a shrill cry as it bares its talons, each large enough to carry off a horse.
The beast closes in on Jorgan and flares it's feathers out as it scratches at the stone. It seems clearly agitated and unsure about attacking or going in for a scratch.
Spirit charges into the corner against one of the strange beings and ends up ramming the stone wall, cracking it.
Two of the creatures continue to toy with Spirit as they gang up on the ram. Spirit can only defend against so much as a single bite sinks into the ram's throat, throwing him to the ground where he bleats and begins to bleed out.
Meanwhile the third creature chortles in the corner of the ceiling as if laughing.
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Haste
Inspire Courage +2
Resist Fire 30 (All but Farin)
Wren (91/91)
Jorgan (170/170; DR/5 piercing)(Spirit -1/144; unconscious, bleeding; prone)
Farin (105/105; Freedom of Movement)
Kraygan (171/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)
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Spirit Special
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Alysendra (101/101) (Penthae 94/94)
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Examining the orb Wren watches the eyes movement and studies the magic within, completely ignoring the gigantic roc in the room. After a small bit of time Wren recognizes this orb as an eye of the void.
Kraygan keeps his hammer in hand, eyes darting from Jorgan to the roc, then back to Jorgan. ”Oi, what’s this? Ye call a giant bird ter eat us?”
Suddenly inspired by an idea, he blurts out, ”If we’re callin for Aid, why not try the giant ghost? Maybe he kin find Spirit!”
Alysendra tries to provide a "fix" on Spirit's saddle using locate object and relays the information to Jorgan.
Jorgan lets out a sudden shout of pain as he grabs his heart. "Somethin's wrong... somethin's wrong with Spirit I mean... he's hurt!"
Jorgan quickly throws some food at the roc and tries to befriend the creature with some soft cooing to let the giant bird know that he is an ally and not a threat.
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The spirit doesn't seem to answer Kraygan's call, though he isn't sure if it is due to Spirit's distance or just that the spirit of the giant didn't hear him at all.
The roc grabs ahold of the food in a jaw that looks like it can swallow a dwarf in one bite. The winged raptor takes another step forward, coos and looks for more food as its attitude becomes a bit friendlier now that it knows Jorgan offers food.
"Ok, ok, good bird..." Jorgan coos back at the giant roc, holding his hand out to the others to stay back as he approaches it. He holds out his palm full of ram hair and says, "He's lost... can you find him? I've lost my ram and he's in trouble."
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Wren begins to thumb through his spellbook, wondering if he has a way to find Spirit. He makes faces...he has none.
"Such things are not the magics I have trained myself with. But, you should be fine, right? You now can mount that roc instead, yes? You won't miss that old goat a bit. You've even upgraded...good on you, Jorkeg. Good on you."
"Piss off, elf," Jorgan rumbles over his shoulder without taking his focus off the giant roc. "If we can find Spirit... even if... even if somethin' bad's happened... I can bring him back. Gozreh granted me that power so I wouldn't lose another. But we gotta find him... gotta find his body at least. I'm hoping this roc can find him quicker than we can. Fly up and down the place, you know."
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The roc begins to rock its large body side to side it shudders in partial-understanding. Sniffing the handful of ram fur, the Roc's wings span out the length of the room, fanning the flames further.
After a minute or so the thick webs all burn away, leaving behind a thick black smoke that billows out of the open hole in the roof. As the roc sniffs Spirit's fur it begins to get excited and flings it's body back out the hole in the roof and hovers just outside the castle. Though it wants to help Jorgan it tries to understand what he wishes. Jorgan is sure that it has Spirit's scent though.
"Looks like he has it..." Jorgan whispers. He pulls a small vial from his pocket, drinks it down, and then leaps up through the roof after the roc without explanation to the others.
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Following the Roc out the castle's walls, Both Jorgan and Wren are met with a breathtaking view of the landscape far, far below them. Several small towns including Trunau can be seen in the distance.
Looking down the Roc hurtles down 200 feet towards the first floor as it faces a multicolored stained glass gigantic window. Turning back it sees that Jorgan is following and flies right into the window to break through it with it's talons.
The blue, indigo and violet stained glass seems to affect the Roc in a strange manner as it suddenly begins to go insane, biting at it's own body before it begins to disintegrate and warp out of existence from the Material Plane.
Light pours into the dark room, shedding a multi-colored hue in the center of the room. The light falls down across Spirit's prone and bloody body. The ram looks to be in very bad shape as a trio of strange beasts circle around the body.
These towering menaces have a horrible, vertically aligned mouth and arms that split at the elbows into twin clawed hands.
At the sight of Spirit's bloody and unconscious body, Jorgan disregards his own safety and dives through the window, trying to reach his ram to cast a healing spell on it before it's too late.
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Jorgan recognizes the aberrations as gug savants. Some bloodthirsty gugs gain awful powers as gifts from their alien patrons. These monsters are known as savants. Some become actual clerics or oracles of their mad gods—strange powers of darkness, insanity, and blood.
While immune to disease and poison they are able to rend their victim's flesh from bone as well as fighting as fighting in the dark as well as the daylight.
Alysendra activates her flying boots and follows Jorgan, offering directions as necessary.
When she sees the gugs, she is about to warn the others, but instead watches as Jorgan bursts past her. Cursing, she follows the dwarf in, trying to prevent him from being killed.
Penthae follows Alysendra, trying to keep her invisible at all times.