I guess I'll wait to see if anybody else wants to do anything;.....
Elgan smiles grimly as Altai's gas cloud appears.
"Not turribly sportin', but verrah effective when dealin' wit' pests!" He observes of the wizard's magical assault.
Elgan nods as the gas cloud spreads throughout the room.
"Not turrbly sportin' chere'. But verrah effective whe dealin' wit' pests!"
heh heh.....
let me know if there's anything you want to do on your turn;
no hurry as the 'British are still sleeping.
right on.....I'll go ahead on and damage them some more.
"Not turrbly sportin' chere'. But verrah effective whe dealin' wit' pests!"
"True. But can you really blame me? Also, I've wanted to try this spell for the longest time."
Three more of the face-raping arachnids crawl out of the fog to die at Gittik's sandaled feet.
"Haha!" Giggling with excitement, Altai's so happy about his new super-spell that he can hardly stand still
Beldan, having developed a special fear and loathing of the spiders, makes sure he’s certain they’ve stopped moving then proceeds to start squashing them with his boots.
"Haha!" Giggling with excitement, Altai's so happy about his new super-spell that he can hardly stand still
and so the "BMX BANDITIFICATION" of the fighter(s) begins.... he said, sarcastically......
Not complaining; this isn't a done deal yet.
Three more of the face-raping arachnids crawl out of the fog to die at Gittik's sandaled feet.
"Hey, someone put sandal on feet while me sleep!"
Pip, figuring that the casters got this one, keeps his metal song going:
"Groobnar and Ulga,
Sittin' in a room,
Never knowing it's their doom!
Regulators have come to call,
Don't think they'll survive at all!"
Blistering power arpeggio ensues
Oso was all set to step forwards then he stops at Altai's words. Foot a bit off the ground. He then checks to make sure no one has changed his boots for spider encrusted sandals too.
And finishes with casting a spell on Gittik just in case there's a fight...
Elgan just stands ready. He seems to be totally relaxed, and he is. But he stands perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet, ready to move in an instant. The cajunelf frowns at the appearance of the nasty arachnids.
"Nasty lil' buggers. MEbbe not too bad if'n dese in dere nat'ral habitat, wit' enough predaters tah keep 'em undah control. Ah s'pose,..." The druid states uncertainly, obviously having some small difficulty reconciling his desire to protect natural creatures with his newfound revulsion for the face-r@pers.
He follows Oso's lead and casts a preparatory spell of his own.
Everybody preps up spells.
There's much wailing and gnashing of teeth in the fog, and coughing and cursing.
They all seem to be headed to the eastern portion of the room away from the party.
There is much pushing and shoving and smashing into eachother to be heard.
The cloud stays put where it is.
perception d.c. 10
Round 2....group's turn.
Perception:
"Aw, sounds like they're getting away ... Altai, can you cancel the poison death cloud?"
"Unfortunately it won't roll up the stairs. But it'll stay around for a while. I'll dispel it if it becomes necessary." Altai makes a pushing motion, and the cloud shifts somewhat eastwards.
He raises his voice a bit. "So, Ulga, while we wait..."
“I don’t know, she doesn’t sound that hot … oh, wait, you weren’t asking what I thought of her?”
Beldan loads his crossbow. “I know I’m going to regret this, but want me to go around the corner and have a look-see?” he asks quietly. “The death cloud’s a bit of a way back, right?”
"Just don't stumble into it, and you'll be OK. Anyway, it won't kill you right away - it usualy takes at least 20 seconds."
“That’s comforting.”
Crossbow ready, Beldan tiptoes towards the corner and peers around.
Beldan can't see into the room. It's completely jammed up with the cloudkill spell. He doesn't have to go into the teargas room to figure this out.....
As Altai inquires of Ulga, he does make out her voice amongst the coughing and hacking and the "get the eff out of my way" and the grunting croaking cacophony of exuent.ing beings in the mist.
"Hehe... HEHEHEHEHE... Oh, Boccob, this is just too good... BWAHAHAHAHA!!" Altai launches yet another spell in the general direction of the cursing and shuffling.
Right on....I have to figure out, yet again, the logistics of that little duppy.
You hear, in scratchy, hissy voices,
voice 1: "geewanachabeee! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! wa ma cha jippy!"
voice 2: "miblooobloibybloibynoogablooooooglagla...."
voice 3: "goikgoikgoikgoik........goikgoikwagawagawagawaga....>"
Interspersed, of course, with coughing, and screams of anguish.
Yeah; I reckon I can do a few rounds of 'frogs/n/giantesses flogging themselves and babbling.....
after two more rounds, you guys don't hear anything more in the mist.
The last thing you heard was a loud "splap!" not dissimilar from the sound a bovine might make due to falling a great distance and having the fall interrupted by the ground.
The fog lifts.
Again, the room is littered with a good baker's dozen of dead kenkus, as well as their destroyed furniture. All the flies and spiders are dead.
The room is (roughly) forty feet by forty feet, give or take the odd alcove and recess. The room looks mostly worked, not natural cavern at all, though it was roughly hewn by the inartful....dwarves did not make this stonework. There's a wall hugging stairway, climbing upward in the eastern side of the room, about five feet wide; it buttresses along the wall in an alcoved section of the room for about 20 feet up rising upward into the cavern's ceiling and then out of view.
At the foot of the stairwell is the corpse of an eight-foot-tall dusky reddish froglike humanoid who apparently ripped half his face and neck out with his own claws.
Next to him is his crumpled compatriot, same breed of creature, who, from the looks (and previous sound) of things fell a great distance after being cloven nearly in twain with some form of slashing implement.
Crushed mangled bone evident in the wound testify to a heavy heavy blade.....
"Huh." Altai looks over the cloven-headed frogman. "I'd guess this is Grobnar's handiwork; he was talking an awful lot about his axe. Elgan, have you seen anything like these creatures before?"
Planes will do it. They are slaadi.
with that roll, you can pretty much peruse the olde Monster Manual I reckon.
Red slaadi, from the very outer realms of chaos....
DR nada; fast healing 5; immune to sonic; resist everything else 5;
and yes....they multiply by implanting seeds with their claws.
Just to clarify:
slaadi do not have DR.
"Odd. What the hell is a fire giant doing in this crowfolk hellhole with a bunch of slaad mercenaries? And you said she was pulling a fast one when she told us about the Horns?" Altai scratches his beard, lost in thought. "I though Grobnar was a bullywug or something similar, but perhaps he too is a creature made of chaos-stuff. Very strange. At least we got two of them with the gas cloud."
There's blood, spattered all over, presumably from where the wounded falling victim battered against the walls and the stairs as he plummeted to the floor.
You hear some babbling; then some clashing of steel on steel. It seems more like the intermittent energy of tapping blades than a full out standup slugfest.
"The spell of madness ends soon. Should we run after them?"
Good time for a cliffhanger.....til the morrow, chaps. HUZZAH!
"Now or later. Besides it seems like they is inviting us to run them down, don't it?"
And you said she was pulling a fast one when she told us about the Horns?"
Beldan shrugs. "Sounded so to me."
At least we got two of them with the gas cloud."
"And the spiders ... don't forget the spiders."
"Meh, dead frog."
:)
Looking at the usually more somber spellcaster, Elgan also calls upon the spirits, and feels his body fill with energy as they answer his plea.
Elgan glances again at Altai as the chortling continues. He is happy for his friend, but the chortling is a little unnerving coming from the usually sedate spell slinger.
;P