She screams in fury as Gittik's curved sword finds its mark. Now, some of the blood caking her savaged ballgown is her own.
"Heh heh heh. Me sorry, me wake you up so now you cranky? NOW ME KILL YOU!"
Gittik's ears ring with the shrill skreeching of the vampiress, as she turns from the mage to put down this pint-sized knifewielding maniac.
Imbelia furtion de'flar! Riese targets the female vamp with Riese's Firebolt.
5d6=18 damage. DC 18 reflex for half.
The ballgown erupts in flame from Riese's casting; she screams and screeches and flails.
Covered with burns, she still stands, but it's starting to dawn on her that she's not up against a gang of milk maids and linkboys.
Waiting on a verification of actions for Altai, Elgan; and Stiggy and Becton to go then it's round two--their attacks...
"Nyowww! Nyat agyinn! Aaaaaaaaaah!"
The taxman bursts into flame, and in an inferno, burns up into a puff of smoke that is rising through the crack of the skull above.
Oh, and initially, the taxman didn't look injured, but his clothes were still all scorched up.
Maybe I crawl the rest of the way through also....
;)
Yeah, dude. You want the tax man, or Ms. Skreech?
Yeah, dude. You want the tax man, or Ms. Skreech?
Taxman.
Stiggy moves to f4, and lies his steel into the burning pyre that was the taxman. The scrawny misanthrope screeches, but he's still up.
"I'm burning! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
Elgan; Becton!
"I'm burning! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
<Stiggy giggles as a chunk of burning meat comes off the Vampire.>
"Ahhhhhh! I loov the smell of barnin' vampyre 'n the aftarnooon."
"Yerr ginna pfay ferr vat, dwarfsh!!! Pay! Pay! Pay!!!"
b5 I guess for Beldan....
You have time to swig the potion if you want; up to you.
Elgan rears back, and tracking the wall-walking banshee, holds off throwing until she slows to swipe at Altai,... as she misses, a small ball of flame lands in her face.
"Take DAT ya' dam' cater-wauler! Jeez Lady, Ah've kilt BAN-shees dat made less noys'n you!" The elf shouts to be heard as another ball of flame appears in his hand.
She screams a final time, then turns into mist, and flows back to her coffin. She becomes solid again therein, though still. And silent.
OKAY....
Becton turns. The taxman screeches, turns into mist, and flows through the sutura lambdoidea and out of the back of the skull.
The big guy looks at Becton, looks at the ceiling, looks at Becton again, and says, "No God."
The muscular vampire moves to c5 and hammers Stiggy with his fist.
Stiggy takes 6 h.p. damage, plus 5 from level drain-1 level.
-1 skill/abil
-1 attack/save
-5 h.p.
-1 eff level
d.c. 14 fort save at the end of 24 hours.
The old man vampire moves to g4, swinging at Beldan, but misses the quick rogue.
ROUND 2--party's attack!!!
Elgan Looks to make sure he's not being flanked, then hurls his next ball of flame into the still-open coffin that the screaming meemee is now lying back in.
"Yeh look col', dis'll wahm yah up!" He laughs as he tosses the flame ball into the casket.
Elgan Looks to make sure he's not being flanked, then hurls his next ball of flame into the still-open coffin that the screaming meemee is now lying back in.
"Yeh look col', dis'll wahm yah up!" He laughs as he tosses the flame ball into the casket.
There's nothing left of her to stake. She's dust in the wind.
You're right, the big guy is at g4, and the codger is at c5.
The muscular vampire howls in pain, as Altai fires him up. He's not dropping yet,...
Elgan: (nothing to do with the combat; this is tangential)
Beldan dodges around behind the cleric, reaches into his pack again to retrieve a flask of holy water, and hurls it at the old codger. It’s dead on target, smashing against his chest and splashing him with holy water.
The old codge vampire starts screaming as half of his face melts off down to the bone.
Elgan: (nothing to do with the combat; this is tangential)
** spoiler omitted **
;)
"That which can be broken,....should be broken."
He says to Stiggy; the blow Stig landed him that should've been a massive gash was a fleshwound.
;)Elgan: (nothing to do with the combat; this is tangential)
** spoiler omitted **
Elgan:
+9 fort.....dayum!!!
Riese, Becton, Gittik left to go this round,...
"YEAH, ME BREAK YOU, FATTY! AAAAAAAARRRRGHHHH!!"
Gittik charges the big vampire on Stiggy.
Gittik stabs him in the lung. He's still fighting. He's not as concerned as he should be about getting a lung shot.
"So, this is the little one who fights," the vampire taunts.
"And I am the tall one who BURNS!!!! IMBELIA FURTION DE'FLAR!"
(5d6=15 damage, DC18 ref for half) targeting the big guy with Riese's Firebolt.
The powerful one, on Riese's attack, also turns into mist, and flows back into his coffin, again in repose like the screamer before him.
Becton smashes the old fogey attacking Beldan, cracking him in the skull with his mace.
The fogey goes after Riese (5 foot step to B5)
Riese takes 5h.p. +5h.p.=10 h.p. and loses 1 level.
The geriatric vampire seems infused with power...
ROUND3!!!
"HHNNNNNGAAAAARRRRGH!"
"Why do ye so harsh to old Bennygins, laddoe?" The old man whines sarcastically as Gittik stabs him.
He's still swinging away though, the poor old warped codger.
As he steps across the room to get into a better firing position, Altai mutters a few nonsensical syllables. As he does so, the metal foil in his hands melts away into fiery motes. The motes hurtle across the room, building size and momentum as they go, until the strike the remaining vampire and engulf him with searing flame.
Now the codger bursts into flame. "Gaaaaaah!!! Ole Bennygins! Poor ole feller!!!"
He's still fighting though.
You almost feel sorry for him; it's just...an old feller.
Or not.
"Heh heh - old man on fire."
(Definately not.)