“Eye thought that was a pretty good shot,” quips Beldan.
It's only funny til somebody puts an eye out.
It's only funny til somebody puts an eye out.
It shrugs off the magic missiles this time. They fail against the thing's vulgar aura.
Elgan; Gittik; Oso; Pip.....FIGHT!!!
;)
"BLEAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Oso points to the weakened one, "By my sword, fight."
The sword winks out as it touches the demon.
"Gittik bring em closer to me!"
RH kukri 1: To hit 1d20 + 19 + 1, damage 1d3 + 9
RH kukri 2: To hit 1d20 + 14 + 1, damage 1d3 + 9
RH kukri 3 (haste): To hit 1d20 + 19 + 1, damage 1d3 + 9
LH kukri 1: To hit 1d20 + 17 + 1, damage 1d3 + 4 plus 1d6 electricity damage. Crit cofirmation roll 1d20 + 17 + 1, additional damage if confirmed 1d3 + 4
LH kukri 1: To hit 1d20 + 12 + 1, damage 1d3 + 4 plus 1d6 electricity damage"BLEAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
The crit almost confirmed, but not quite; and the electricity didn't seem to add anything to the flensing mayhem, but Gittik's onslaught has the thing drizzling gore on the jungle foliage below. Some of the plants seem to wither under the touch of the thing's ichor, and more troublesome, some seem to be painted with an electric fluorescense; the flowers' beepurple attraction patterns becoming visible to the naked human eye.
Oso points to the weakened one, "By my sword, fight."
The sword winks out as it touches the demon.
"Gittik bring em closer to me!"
The thing giggles at you....
"chewwwmon......you serve a weak godling," it taunts through wicked peglike teeth.
Elgan; Pip up to bat.
Elgan stands woodenly, looking like the tree which his barkskin spell makes him look like. But his prayers rumble through the sky with his personal stormcloud, adding to the ominous rumble. Another crack of lightning spits down from the tiny stormcloud to the demon-fly-thing,...
[ooc]Another blast from my Call Lightning, just in case,... ;P and beginning a Summon Monster spell[/i]
Pip points at the giggling Chasme and tries a Glitterdust
Pip strums a fast folk tune
"Kill Kill Kill
Everybody do the Cockroach Stomp.
You'll feel better, like I know you will.
Come on, do the Cockroach Stomp.
You can do it if you try.
You can even stomp a fly.
With a twinkle in our eye,
We make 'em die... die... die, die, die, die!"
The f@$!er at b17, (not the other one that Gittik carved on real good) is good/n/blinded up.
I love when cr 10 b$$++es get pwned by 1st level spells.
The first one claws, bites and gores wee Gittik.
Two claws and a bite connect; 17 in damage; and Gittik's bleeding out at a rate of 4 h.p. per round now from wounding.
The blind one covered in glitterdust misses with both claws, but is able to bite and gore poor Gittik; 14 more in damage.
Gittik took 31 h.p. in damage; is bleeding at 6 h.p. per round.
It's a dogfight......
Group's attack.
The one at a17 is carved up pretty bad by Gittik; the one at b17 has been jacked once hard by Beldan and is now blinded, though he's not as bad off woundwise as the one Gittik flensed.
Yeah; he can reach em.
There is whirl of leaves in the air And the screaming call of a hunting avian, and from a flash of light comes a large predator.
With a flap of large powerful wings it hovers for a moment, then dives at the pair of demonic flies.
It's a bird, it's a lion, no,... its a GRIFFON! And it screams as it tears into the chasme that Gittik hasn't wounded,...
Bite: 1d20+15=21, Dmg: 2d6+8=13, Claw 1: 1d20+12=28, Dmg: 1d4+6=9, Claw 2: 1d20+12=18, Dmg:1d4+6 =7
Elgan allows his tiny storm to dissipate, seeing as it's obviously ineffective against the buzzing behemoths. He then Shimmers into a Dire Bear, his Large size giving him just enough reach to swipe at the demonic gadflys, and waddles over to wade into the fray next to the oversized Oso,...
Bite:d20+12=14, 1d8+10=14, Paw 1:1d20+8=20, 1d6+10=11, Paw 2:1d20+8=13, 1d6+10 =16
The griffon and the elfbear tear into the blind fly; it seems highly resistant to their natural (and magic, even) weapons, but a couple of shots do connect. The thing is tough...
"GAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
<spurt>
Oso grows to the size of an elephant and slices upwards at the first insect.
"Gittik I shall heal you next time around."
Oso destroys the first one with the first attack, and hews into the second, blinded one, reaving him twice hard. The first one explodes; no damage, but everybody's painted in gore.
"And I thought they smelled bad on the OUTSIDE!"
Pip throws up just a little in his mouth
"Aww there's bug guts all over Lucille!"
"Hee hee! Bug go squish!"
Elfbear hastily wipes at his sensitive nose, and shimmers back into an elf as he continues wiping the gore off.
"Dat, jes', ain't, Nat'ral!" he complains betweens gasps for clean air. He takes the time to scratch the Griffon behind the ears and thank it for its help before it fades away to return from where it was summoned.
"They're demons. Of course they aren't natural."
"NNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Hey guys; I'll check in perhaps later tonight; one of my kids is sick, high fever, and we're getting her to the doctor, so I'll check back in later on tonight when everything's calmed down some.
Wow.....acetomenophin suppositories are damn near impossible to find...what gives? It's not made out ot a precious metal.
Okay......back.....
Gittik shreds the final one with a massive onslaught of flying pint-sized fury. Floating like a butterfly and shredding like a hyperactive wolverine hepped up on catnip and methamphetamine, the final fly is reduced to a gory smear on the floor of the jungle.
When you're done, the wilderness is eerily silent. Not even so much as a mosquito buzzes through the green, nothing moves.
Exp. 3,100 each.....
Oso pulls out his healing wand and taps Gittik until his pips squeak.
"Them the guards Altai?"
Pip takes a moment to wipe the chasme ichor off himself
'Mamma told me there'd be days like these .."
Elgan wipes some greeninsh goop from his own face with a frown, then pauses. He licks his lips thoughtfully, and smacks a couple of times. He raises an eyebrow.
"Hm. Tase' lahk chikken!"
"Still STINKS lahk all heck doh!"
Oso wipes Voidwand on the nearest large leaves.
"My magic is half used up already, but the flying spell on Gittik and this magic circle will last a while if we hurry."
Elgan shakes himself like a dog, flinging the last of the ichor from him.
he nods in agreement with Oso.
"Mah blessin's frum deh goddess will also last a whaile, but dat' don' mean we shuud take a nap! Le's go!"
"Them the guards Altai?"
"Probably. While demons are a strange bunch, I find it hard to believe that there would be a pair of chasmes just aimlessly floating around the forest. If they weren't guarding something, they'd be busy slaughtering civilians in that village back there." He gestures back the way they came, before pausing. "Unless they too are cultists... Something to kee in mind for later. Let's push on here, though."
Anything else before you sally forth?
Yes. With the application of healing magic, whatever abyssal thrombolytic was present in the things' spittle or aura loses it's potency, and the bleeding subsides.
The little group plods on; reaching the other side of the valley, they trek up an easy slope; it's muddy and there's a few slidebacks, but nothing bonebreaking or life-threatening. Monkeys chatter in the trees and you see a few (metagame spoiler)
As you crest the next hill, you can see the ocean bordering another vale which has a trickling creek down the center of it spilling into a tidepool on the waterfront. There's a stretch of white sandy beach, and about 5 iguanas mulling about on the dunes.
About half a mile across the dip, there's another hill that stretches to the edge of the ocean; then there's a great stone arch about 250 feet tall, an inverted "U" of rock that extends out into the sea from there.
On top of the actual hill is a ruin, a squat squarish affair, maybe 100 feet on a side, with columned cloisters around the main building.
Perhaps 30 feet in front of this building is an almost impossible to miss campfire, with less than 10 huddled, robed figures squatting around it. It's about 2:30 p.m. by your A.C.M.E. sundial watch.
"Huh. With this much open space between us and them, it'll be impossible to sneak up on the robed guys. Should we just walk up to them?"
"Ah kin takes 'em frum above,..." Elgan whispers. "Dey don' belong heah, an' ah intens tah git rid of 'em!"
Oso slides his sword away and nods to Altai. "Gittik can fly there is seconds, maybe Elgan and someone else gets that fly spell you offered before. And they stay back as a reserve while the rest of us just walk over without a care in the world."
You can't tell for certain from this far away. It does seem a distinct possibility though, as two of them let loose with a staccato of indignant cawing sounds after a trifle of time.
Off to the west, the mist rolls over the sides of a mountain like some alive thing. The cowled figures squawk and squawk; two seem to be rolling around and wrestling for some reason.