"Your father makes die-cast swordblades, dwarf."
"Er,... Nawt tah be a crittik mistah Stig suh, but ah'm t'inkin dat a lil' less gabbin' an' a lil' mo'e stabbin',...?"
Elgan steps back a pace, his shield ever at the ready, and swiftly taps Stig on the back with the wand.
lol--you're in between Stig and Gittik in the hall; with a door open in front of you, and a hobgoblin there, so there's nowhere to 5 foot it...
He was just down 16 h.p. so he's good to go after the potion....you're down 9, however, Elgan.
Elgan (if he wants to heal hisself or attack)
Gittik
Riese and Beldan (if they can figure out anything to do)
then their attack...
ALTAI: (whenever; I reckon you're off gettin' hitched...)
Yet, your spells are all revitalized; it is as though you haven't cast at all. There's a buzzing in your head and a smell of ozone.
The unnatural mist parts, and you stand in the courtyard in front of the side door to a massive Chateau. Ivy creeps in a riot over every inch of the walls, as if seeking to pull them down.
Before you three gibbering meeping humanoids loll in the misty twilight on the stairs up to the doorway; upon seeing you they are immediately up; too long tongues dangling from within jaws with too many fangs.
"Meeeeeeat. Meeeat comes. Dinner on the hoof!"
They gibber, and twist to assail you.
They're 30 feet away...
Beldan quaffs a potion of CLW and moves to A2 in the hallway. “Um, guys, Altai just went into one of those weird doors in the other room …”
The elf, Seeing himself between a rock-head and a hard-case, crouches down, snarling, and shimmers into a wolf. He very carefully and slowly backs up from the hobgoblin, growling all the time. His canine form slinks easily between the wall and the feral Hobniz, who suddenly finds that he has a clear shot at the tall, ugly humanoid in the doorway,...
;P
"GAAAAAAAHH!"
Yeah; you can do that; Bel's right behind him so you can move to a1.
Gittik; Riese,...
"GAAAAAAAHH!"
The scimitar misses; the kukri slashes the hobgoblin's shoulder really bad, scything through it in a weighty crunch.
He looks pretty shaky, like one or two more good stabs'll do him in.Riese!
Riese backs out of the room and keeps watch for any disturbances in the hallway. He pulls out a scroll and begins fidgeting with it while he wait for the hobbos to die by his companions' hands.
The hob fighting Gittik at b4 stabs at him with his longsword, and Gittik takes 17 h.p. damage. It feels as though he's been shocked as well as stabbed; tiny lightning dances on the blade.
The hob fighting stig at b6 stabs, and misses.
The two hobs at b8 and b9 step back to a8 and a9; the one at a9 is being assailed by the heavenly arthropod summoned by Altai at a10, and has his hands full; he looks bad off. The one at c10 moves to b10 to attack the scorpion; hits; the scorpion is injured. Two hob's and a scorpion trade blows at that corner of the room.
The one that moved to a8 fires another firebolt at Stiggy who saves and takes 6 h.p. in damage, or doesn't save and takes 12 h.p. damage.
(save d.c. 12)
The black robe appears at A7. He becomes visible....from his right hand there is a tiny chain, about 5 feet long, attached to the delicate ankle of a tiny faerie princess hovering in the air; she's about 6 inches tall. His head is still hidden in the robes, but his clawed hands look hobgoblinish...
He gestures, and the hallway erupts in a ball of eldritch fire.
Stig; Gittik; Bel; save d.c. 16 or taketh 19 h.p. in damage!!!
round 4!!!
Altai:
Beldan leaps up as the fire explodes in the corridor, his hands finding purchase on either side of the narrow passage. He somehow manages to hold himself aloft until the burst of fire dies down below him, then drops back to the floor, his nether-regions only slightly warmed.
Then he dodges into the chamber, past Gittik, nimbly avoiding the relfexive attack of the hob within, and stabs at the enemy with his rapier.
Beldan sticks him good. He's got one good hit left in him. He looks desperate now.
ALTAI!!
It drops the knife, and claw claw bites; 1 claw hits for 5 damage; save d.c. 12 or paralyzed.
It has a....french accent (though Altai doesn't know that.)
"Once an fer all..."
[power attack] Axe, damage: (1d20+7=26, 1d10+13=21)
SCHWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
"Like the, de ye? Ye want some moor?"
Stig's axe hammers him hard in the chest. He's still standing, though is grievously wounded. He tries to play it off, laughs; it's hard to play off when you're spitting up blood though.
"Is that.....the best you can do.....spluh! Nnnng?!?!! Oh, Maglubiyet! Aaaah..."
** spoiler omitted **
Duuuh.....I meant to label this spoiler for Altai....duuuuh...
"How do you know my name, corpse-eater?" Altai takes a step backwards, ready to unleash more magic at the monster if needed.
ALTAI:
"Corpse eater?" he laughs, a frightening gibbering, his red tongue lolling in his mouth like a writhing eel. "Corpse eater? And do you sop no gravy with your bread? We ghouls know manymanymany things, so close to the edge between life and death. Many secrets get revealed there.
You and yours are a boon to me and mine, for you quest after the foolish Orcusites."
ALTAI:
"Orcus was like unto dead and came back. He thinks he has the secret to resurrection through death, he means to not just be a demon lord. No, oh no. He seeks to become the very God of Death. And our lord, Dorsain, the White King, Orcus has enslaved him. Orcus means for the entirety of Ghoulkind to be his vassals...through Dorsain. And that is why we bite, and tear, and gnash his servitors. And that is why we esteem thou and thine, Altai.
I gotta crash.....so late...
<stab> "AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!"
<whoosh> "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!"
"ME KILL YOU!!! YOU NO WALK AWAY!!!"
(busy, no time for flowery flourishes)
Gittik drops his foe; the side room is clear; about 15feet by 15 feet, with a door on the south wall that opens into the room where the main body of hobgoblins seems to be concentrated...
(edit) meh...;)
It's Riese; Elgan up to bat.
There's a 'caster who just popped a fireball; and 2 fighters, and 2 duskblades, and a fairy princess, tied to the 'caster by a dainty chain around her ankle. She looks forlorn and morose.
The caster is untouched.
The fighter deep in the room just got healed;
the fighter fighting Stiggy is almost dead.
The 2 duskblades; one is untouched, and one is deeper in the room being jacked up by a scorpion.
Altai:
"Good Mage, Altai, I....I've been without an apellation for so long, I don't remember what it is. What day is it? Do you know?....
So what brings you to The Chateau D'Amberville?"
Elgan leaps forward, calling upon nature even as he moves. With a pounce he places his hands on the back of his companion and a surge of healing energy is released with a gust of wind that smells like Pine.
You can easily reach Gittik; to reach Stiggy you would have to spill into the room in front of him and would take an aoo.
Riese concentrates and drops a burst of flame on the fighter facing Stiggy. 2d6=4 damage. DC16 reflex for half.
That one's dead now.
(after all, spell resistance can fail).
Their attacks; shortly...
The hobgoblin wizard at a7 shoots Stiggy with a ray. Stiggy feels weak. His strength goes down 6 points.
The scorpion kills the duskblade at a9, and is killed by the fighter at b10.
The other duskblade moves to a7;
Stiggy can aoo him.
He shoots Stiggy, Bel and Gittik with a burning hands; 6 hp in damage; ref save 13 for half.
ROUND 5!!!
hey, this was a pretty long fight!