Altai resists. Everything looks blurry for a few seconds, his sinuses feel like an alka seltzer is fizzing in them, and his ears pop,but he resists.
"Blublublub..."
A little yellow bear with black ears walks up to Gittik. Whispers something in Gittik's ear.
He can't hear what it says though; his head is ringing so.......Only Gittik can see the little yellow bear.
Oso steps up five foot and unloads on the prone mindflayer with his sword in two hands, seeing Gittik in a heap he takes particualr pleasure in raging at the damned beast.
"RAR!"
Oso then looks about, "is anyone badly wounded?"
"Hee hee! Little yellow bear!"
Oso then looks about, "is anyone badly wounded?"
The mindflayer's about 10 feet away as the crow flies; he has to go around Pip and the plantyman, who can get an aoo in on Oso.....
Oso, however, is missed by the plantyman on the way there.His first attack is good enough to spack the mindflayer, whose head goes rolling away to the south of the room.
Just three of the plantmen left;
Gittik's out, Oso attacked,
Elgan needs to save wil d.c. 19,
Altai saved;
Altai, Pip, Elgan, and Beldan left to act.
The warrior priest nods as the rolling head comes to a stop.
It's all good when a mindflayer gets decapitated. I was enjoying the fight, but the cliffhangers waiting for saves were making me twitchy.
"Hee hee! Little yellow bear!"
Altai glances over at Elgan. "You mean big brown bear, right?" He then hoses down a little plant-monster with gouts of fire.
It's all good when a mindflayer gets decapitated.
Altai scorches the little bastard but good; it's the first damage he's taken though, so he's not all that worried about it yet.
Elganbear doesn't even blink, but he IS starting to get angry at the irritatingly mobile veg-head! He shifts in mid-roar from dire bear to Dire lion! His feline reflexes snapping him into even faster motion as he snaps, claws, and snaps again at the hyperactive soon-to-be-salad!
Pip suddenly realizes the many pains he is suffering from the hyperactive carrot slashing at him.
"Gerrof me you stupid son of a myconid!"
"See Me
Feel Me
Touch Me
Heal Me."
1d20+11
Elganbear doesn't even blink, but he IS starting to get angry at the irritatingly mobile veg-head! He shifts in mid-roar from dire bear to Dire lion! His feline reflexes snapping him into even faster motion as he snaps, claws, and snaps again at the hyperactive soon-to-be-salad!
1d20+12; 1d8+10; 1d20+8; 1d6+10; 1d20+8; 1d6+10; 1d20+12; 1d8+10
Elgan swats the broccoliboy down, though he only connected one good time.
two left, at d2 fighting beldan, and at b4 fighting pip.
Beldan's left to attack.
Beldan, still flanking with Elgan and under the effect of haste, attacks the vegeboy again.
Beldan's first hit finds home; the other swings, the veggie boy is too quick.
They retort;
Pip's assailant connecting three times for 18 h.p. damage;
Beldan's assailant only two times; one nonconfirmed critical; 15 h.p. to the rogue.
Party's go!
*Gittik's awake now, unstunned; he has the worst hangover of his life though*
"I don't have a coin for you, Death. Will a song be adequate payment?" she queries, fluttering her fingers on her flute. It makes a palpable, comforting thooping sound as she quickly works the keys.
"Are ye daft? Do Ah look lahl Ah'll carry ye fer a jingle? Check the dark elf fer a coin."
"He...." she looks at the comatose drow in a dwarven wedding dress...."he looks to be in the boat...does that mean I have permission to come aboard your brig, good sir?"
"Aye"
She climbs aboard...."so, you.....want me to search....him."
She looks at Stig for a second. THEN, she punches the drow. Hard. In the package.
He's still comatose. Nothing does his face betray.
"Just checking..." she searches the drow; presents one silver coin from a pouch; "is this enow?"
“Owww! Bastard! Die you little green freak!”
Altai shoots Pip's attacker with his wand.
She looks at Stig for a second. THEN, she punches the drow. Hard. In the package.
He's still comatose. Nothing does his face betray.
"Just checking..." she searches the drow; presents one silver coin from a pouch; "is this enow?"
<Stig takes the coin and starts laughing.>
"Ha, jus' prankin' ye lassie. Ah ain't the reaper. Jus a fat dwarrow en a boot."
She looks at Stig for a second. THEN, she punches the drow. Hard. In the package.
He's still comatose. Nothing does his face betray.
"Just checking..." she searches the drow; presents one silver coin from a pouch; "is this enow?"<Stig takes the coin and starts laughing.>
"Ha, jus' prankin' ye lassie. Ah ain't the reaper. Jus a fat dwarrow en a boot."
Her face screws into a grimace.
"That's a cruel jest, dwarf."Then she starts laughing.
"I haven't talked to anyone, in a long time. You're good company.
My name is..." she seems thoughtful; "Rowan...Rowan Kellani. I died.....I don't know how long ago. Seeking vengeance; I don't know what for. Do you know Vanthus? I did, once; I think."
“Owww! Bastard! Die you little green freak!”
That one's dead.
Altai shoots Pip's attacker with his wand.
and dead.
xp forthcoming.....
Tenser starts scratching at the door to the east; "RIGGY!!!! RY RELL RIM!!!! ROWOOOOOOO!!!!!"
...
"I haven't talked to anyone, in a long time. You're good company.
My name is..." she seems thoughtful; "Rowan...Rowan Kellani. I died.....I don't know how long ago. Seeking vengeance; I don't know what for. Do you know Vanthus? I did, once; I think."
"Nae, ah doorn't know a Vanthus. An' are ye absolootely sure yer dead, lassie, given tha' yer lookin' rather lively at the moment?"
"Nae, ah doorn't know a Vanthus. An' are ye absolootely sure yer dead, lassie, given tha' yer lookin' rather lively at the moment?"...
"I haven't talked to anyone, in a long time. You're good company.
My name is..." she seems thoughtful; "Rowan...Rowan Kellani. I died.....I don't know how long ago. Seeking vengeance; I don't know what for. Do you know Vanthus? I did, once; I think."
"I'm dead. Aren't you?" again thoughtful; "would it be forward of me to try and.....touch you?"
"Stigwold Mæch'Hæmmær at yer service, by the way."
<Stig bows as best as his girth allows. The boat rocks dangerously.>
"I'm dead. Aren't you?" again thoughtful; "would it be forward of me to try and.....touch you?"
"Go raight ahead."
<Stig pats his belly and thrusts it forward.>
She snickers; reaches out her hand.....
cold fire burns where her hand touches Stiggy, though it does feel like somebody's touching him. For in damage...
Her eyes flicker as if surprised; "that....felt awesome..." she says.
"Yah. Well et hart me lahk all hell."
<Stig yanks out his silver axe.>
"Lit's nae do tha' agin, ok?"
7,000 experience points each to the party; not Stiggy....
The mind flayer has a head band of mental prowess; +2 to int AND cha;
as well as 20,000 gold pieces worth of freaky sadomasochistically themed jewelry; I'll leave it at that, this being a family website.
"Yah. Well et hart me lahk all hell."
<Stig yanks out his silver axe.>
"Lit's nae do tha' agin, ok?"
"I....." she bites her lip; "I'm sorry that was no good for you; didn't know that would happen. If you want, you can smack me with that thing..." her eyebrows tweak up a little.
"Hrum! We'll fine some drow te feed ye, Ah'm sure. But let tha' one alone, will ye?"
<Stig spots around a bit looking for a potential way out.>
"The water.....don't touch it muchly, dwarf. I think it trickles down to the River Styx. It has properties that can make one forgetful."
The riverlet flows out of the small cavern opposite the way you came in.
7,000 experience points each to the party; not Stiggy....
The mind flayer has a head band of mental prowess; +2 to int AND cha;
as well as 20,000 gold pieces worth of freaky sadomasochistically themed jewelry; I'll leave it at that, this being a family website.
Bluff.
The coat just looks cool.....
"Riggy!!! Riggy!!! ROWOOOOOO!!!" the great (gnnng) dane claws at the door....
Yeah; that oughtta work.
Tenser's trying to open the doorknob with his teeth now.
“Right, right. If someone can heal me up, I’ll check out the door. Come here Tenser, get away from there for a moment boy.”
There's no traps; no lock...Tenser chipped a tooth tough.
There's a hallway about 50 feet; it empties into a sandy floored room, about 80 foot by 80 foot square. On the north wall there's a big mirror that stretches the face of the wall, 10 feet tall, and 20 feet up.
In the middle of the room is Stiggy, in Zazen, on a gigantic golden lotus. He seems to be sitting up, legs akimbo, hands floating on his knees with thumb and forefinger touching; nude but for a loinclout, snoring rather loudly there on his lotus flower.