"Yeah. And a few other things that would work similarly. Smart." Aerin said rifling though his bag and retrieving a few wineskin-style squeeze bottles. He pulled the stopper and squeezed the bag, splatter-spraying red paint all over the closest mirror.
"I usually use these for marking traps or painting directions on walls. Used them to block out some windows before a little siege once too. Should work for this. Just smear the paint around with a rag and the mirrors won't really work so well."
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Markus takes point, after admiring his ruggedly handsome visage in a mirror or two, from multiple angles.
Sverrir scowls and shakes his scarred head at Aerin's antics;
"Terrible thing... Wineskin's full o' anything other than wine..."
Then muses further;
'... except whisky... or mead... maybe ale..."
The dwur licks his lips suddenly thirsty and reaches for his hip flask for a swig.
"Why don't we just smash em an' be done with it?"
"They're metal." Aerin shrugged. "Probably not easy to smash. You're welcome to give it a shot though."
Might make matters worse, they probably thought of that...
Sverrir eyes a mirror, then pats his mattock with a smile;
"Feh. Stonespitter is adamantine lads... Harder than even a dwur's skull! Reckon 'splitter can shatter mere mirrors!"
He readies a practice swing, then holds, weighing up Markus' words;
"Frienn Markus' - ye mean we should beware?"
"Markus, you lead the way and look for traps. I have your back. Sver....you take the rear."
You slowly move through the winding corridor of the mirror maze, you reflected faces following on all surfaces. As you turn corners, you hear, panels moving behind you and others rattling ahead. Sometimes you catch sight of reflections that don't seem to exactly match your movements, but in the hundreds of reflections, it is hard to be sure.
Markus and Sverrir grunt as invisible claws lash out and two hulking doppelganger fade into view.
Combat
24 Lucid
22 Baddies
15 Issac
12 Markus
9 Sverrir
8 Aerin
AC 19
HP: 58
Lucid launches an series of neon orbs which fly unerringly into the suddenly visible creature.
It grunts in pain and then launches its own attacks (Still against FF AC):
Alien claws slice through flesh, spatting the mirrors in blood.
AC 19
HP: L:45/58, R:58/58
"Ow!" Aerin grunted as the creature wounded Markus. He looked at his arm and scowled where his friend's wound was beginning to appear. It wasn't bad. Not much more than a scratch, really. It was mostly the surprise of it that had him annoyed.
He couldn't really see what was attacking Marcus, but he could see the thing behind him. He was glad Sverrir had decided to pull up the rear.
Let's weight the dice a little... he thought to his familiar.
Aerin made a small gesture and pulled spirits of luck, wrapping them around Sverrir.
If you're not cheating, you're not trying!
The still-invisible Nyx giggled and gestured with a wand toward the big doppleganger.
"Markus, let's switch." Issac moves into Markus' spot and attacks the doppelganger unleashing his flurry of punches.
Sverrir smarts as claws rake across his head, but the ever present numbing alcohol in his system reduces the attacks effect.
With a hard smile, the dwur taunts his hulking opponent;
"That tickled... My turn you freak..."
The drunken scrapper wades into his foe, mattock swinging wildly;
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Markus nearly growls as he moves further from the creature that attacked him, but he knows this is better...
He tries to snake his fauchard around Issac.
19 damage
Issac pummels the doppelganger, while Markus' swings go wide. Sverrir, with an bit of extra luck from Aerin, lands a vicious blow.
AC 19
HP: L:23/58, R:39/58
Lucid fires a magic missile from his wand.
The creatures attack once more, but only one blow lands true.
AC 19
HP: L:18/58, R:39/58
Sverrir grimaces part from his wayward strikes and part from those received...
"Dying hard eh? Feh. Let me make it easier fer you!"
The angered dwur wades in, swinging his mattock in wild, sweeping strikes:
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A low thrumming noise began coming from Aerin as the spirits around him began a faint chorus.
His ally's wounds all knitted some as they flowed to Aerin.
"Again." he said to Nyx.
Nyx messed with the wand again.
Then Aerin summoned a small spectral dragon that flew to the Doppleganger and began attacking it.
Issac unleashes another flurry.
He tries once more to snake his fauchard around Issac. I think I got a piece of him...
Lucid, Issac and Markus slice, punch and blast one of the Dopplegangers into oblivion.
The remaining creature attacks Sverrir:
AC 19
HP: R:31/58
Issac kneel besides the doppelganger's body and begins to search it's body hoping to find anything useful.
Increasing frustrated that the creature will not fall, Sverrir goes all-out to drop his foe;
"FALL DAMN YE!"
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Erin continued channeling the spirits, extending Sverrir's good luck.
Aerin drew a wand of his own and tossed off a small bolt of energy.
Nyx continued to syphon off the creature's own luck.
Between spells and steel, the last doppelganger topples in a bloody heap onto the stone floor.
Neither enemy has anything of worth on their bodies.
A few twists and turns later, you reach the end of the maze. An ornate door stands before you.
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As the others dispatch the foe, Markus checks his hair in several mirrors... Paying special attention to the silver at his temples.
Issac stands before the door. He kneels and puts his ear close to the door.
"Markus, any traps before I open the door?"
Oh, sorry...
Markus is confident that the door isn't trapped, but it is locked (DC 25 DD)
Issac holds up his index finger to his lips to indicate to the team for quite. He then pauses and holds up 2 fingers then his hand starts to mimic a mouth.
The monk then points to Markus to pick the lock. he then moves back to the others and whispers "When Markus unlocks the door I will immediately open it and the rest of you will do range attacks. you guys will stay back just in case the door is trapped. Any other options beside what I said?"
Aerin grinned and began casting a spell slowly, delaying it's completion to coincide with the opening of the door.
Sverrir spits in anticipation;
"No need to pick the lock lads! Stonesplitter sunders portals too! Har!"
Issac smiles and imagines Sverrir splitting the door with his weapon.
"I promise you my friend..... you will have plenty of time to release your fury. At this point in time we will use finese." Issac waits for Markus to unlock the doors.
Markus works on the lock... It's not impossible, just a bit more... Promising.
Markus nimbly unlocks the door.