Placed Pip next to Satari.
Who does what?
He opens it. It contains a man. Human. Covered in orangeish slimy goop. The man gasps, and looks at Claw in horror.
The man has no hair on his body.
"Good afternoon! Please don't startle the golem, or he might drop you." Altai nods meaningfully towards the boiling glop in the bottom of the chamber. "We'll put you on the roof; we'll help you get down once we're done with the other bubbles."
"Oh, could you tell us a bit about how you got here? Who put you in the bubble, and how?"
"I was taken....by wings of shadow in the night.....I know naught else."
"Where were you taken from, good sir? And when?"
"Otrar. In the year 597."
"I was a learned counselor to the governor, Inalchik Kair-khan."
"Otrar is not known to me. Year 597 since what, good sir? Are you familiar with a land known as Serbia? Or perhaps Quebec?"
"No. Those places are unknown to me, indeed, they do not exist in the knowledge of all of Khwarazm, for it would be known to me.
Year 597 after The Prophet's emigration, from Mecca to Medina."
"Your....ears,....." he says to Emrael.
She smiles. "We are but strangers in a strange land. You will likely see others in forms new to you before you see your home again." If we have any chance of finding his home again. Mecca? Medina? Khwarazm? Otrar?
"I see. Where am I? This is so strange...." he looks down; "so strange...have you heard of the Mengu then?" He looks at Satari at that point. "Is he a man of Junguo?"
Altai exchanges a puzzled gaze with Emrael. Never heard of them either. "OK. The golem will fly you down into the courtyard. Once there, go help yourself to some clothing and maybe a sword from the dead tcho-tchos by the wagons. Once we've freed everyone, we'll help you all get out of here."
"As you wish, sir..." he replies.
"Flying golem,....are you a rabbi?"
"I am a magician, and I did build this golem. If your rabbis are skilled in the art of sorcery, I guess I am one of them."
Seeing that the area is getting crowded with all of them and Altai's summoned friends, Elgan holds off calling for help himself. Although he does keep a couple of old friends in mind in case they are needed,...
He assists with the next blister by shifting to the form of a dire cat (a strange cross between a lion and a tiger perhaps?) and shredding the cocoon with his claws.
When you open this cocoon,.....it's an old woman.
She starts shrieking.
A....mothman (not your friend, a real mothman) extrudes at h14 from one of the igloos.
Somebody roll initiative!!!
Anybody beat a 31? Dayyyum.
It casts.
dc 26 fortitude save for half; all three elementals and Elgan are affected.
They feel their integument cracking and being leached of moisture....
Two more extrude from the igloo. These....mothmen....seem more evil than the usual ones.
Group's attack!!!
Emrael casts a spell, ending with her sword pressed forward from her, hilt in one hand, flat of the blade against the other. As she pushes the sword away from her, it flares with flame and a 'worm' of flame fully four-and-a-half feet in diameter extends away and toward the mothmen.
As the fiery worm moves toward the creatures, she invests some power into the sword itself.
Roll to beat spell resistance!
Right on.....the second one is the only one that seems damaged; the others like it.
Elgan grimaces, as much at the twisted warping of natures power against him as for the pain the spell is causing.
Before the wave of magic is even fully finished, Elgan instinctively shifts into a towering fire elemental, fully intent on venting a little of NATURAL Nature's wrath upon these Dark Mothmen.
"Y'all Don' mess wit' Natuh. Cuz she's a MUDDER!" Elgan calls out.
And then he calls a sweeping storm of Ice and hail down on top of the three Dark Mothmen.
I can do math again!
Went to work at 6 am again today...
Only the second one takes damage. They withstand fire and ice.
Altai points his staff at the mothmen, and the air around them explodes into flame.
Claw flies the screaming woman into the courtyard.
Gjetost closes in on the nearest mothman.
One air elemental unleashes the awesome power of wind on the emerging mothmen.
The other elementals home in on the last mothman.
Claw flies the screaming woman into the courtyard.
You can hear her all the way down, too.
Altai points his staff at the mothmen, and the air around them explodes into flame.
They all take a little damage; fire doesn't seem to affect these things as much as it should.
One air elemental unleashes the awesome power of wind on the emerging mothmen.
The other elementals home in on the last mothman.
They're not "trapped" by the whirlwind, and the other two miss the last mothman.
Satari and Pip....
"Stan' Stil an' take yer medicine laihke en ELF! Dang wuggle-wurms,..." Elgan mutters in his flaming behemoth voice.
Right on.....Satari's up.
Satari, seeing his comrades rain down elemental fury on the mothmen, decides to linger near Altai and Pip to act as a bodyguard of sorts.
Their attack!!!
Mothman 2 attacks Gjetost, and hits once for a grand total of 10 hp damage.
Mothman 1 hits air elemental 2 3 times for a total of 12 hp damage.
Mothman 3 casts.......
damage to elemental 3, Gjetost, Elgan, Emrael, Satari, Pip, and Altai.
DC 26 fort save gives half damage.....you feel like you're being dehydrated and mummified.
Mothman 4 appears on the scene as well.
Group's attack!!!!
"Now Yew CUT DAT OUT! Elgan-elemental bellows in a combination of pain and fury.