Issac approaches the door and informs everyone to get ready. He uses his crude sign language, using his fingers to count down from 3, 2, 1. On zero he immediately opens the door then kneels to allow the others better line of sight.
Issac opens the door, and a small spike jabs into his hand.
The door opens on a large chamber with a vaulted ceiling high above. Along one wall, a macabre assembly of vats and tubes connects to a table with numerous straps and a strange silver helmet. On the far side of the room, a raised dais supports a throne. Inside the room, another doppelganger awaits and a wizened old man sits on the throne.
Comabat
21 Lucid
19 Issac
18 Sverrir
15 Markus
6 Baddies
3 Aerin
As Issac springs the trap, Sverrir growls;
"Should've let me deal with it lad! Poison don't slow down this dwur!"
The companions shift into the room, and as the rager spots both doppleganger and old man, he hacks a laugh;
"Feh. One more of those shapeshifting mattock fodder and an ripe old fart! Which dies first? Har!"
Realising he can reach neither easily, the furious dwur bulls toward the doppleganger, taking a wide arc to set up one of his comrades with a flanking manoeuvre.
Issac feels the spike jab into his hand and immediately begins to feel a little weaker. He immediately moves towards the doppelganger and attacks.
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Markus moves swiftly until he can reach the enemy and take advantage of Sverrir's position (flanking). I tire of these fools...
Grievous damage is inflicted upon the Doppleganger, but it doesn't fall.
The wizard casts confusion in the center of the room, and waves of energy wash over everyone.
The doppelganger shrugs off the magic, steps closer to Markus and attacks:
Striking him twice.
Roll on the following table at the start of each subject's turn each round to see what it does in that round.
d% Behavior
01-25 Acts normally
26-50 Does nothing but babble incoherently
51-75 Deals 1d8 points of damage + Str modifier to self with item in hand
76-100 Attacks nearest creature (for this purpose, a familiar counts as part of the subject's self)
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As the fell magicks wash over the group, Sverrir's eyes glaze and he scowls in fury, then raising Stonesplitter he rushes forward...
Presume a 50% chance? Suggest you roll it
Erin moved in after the others, and balanced a bit at Lucid's announcement of the Confusion spell. If one of their warriors stopped being able to tell friend from foe, that could spell disaster.
He had to trust that they'd be able to hold out for a moment. If they hurt each other his life link would keep them alive. He could take the pain for them. What he couldn't do is let this wizard put them on the defensive. That was a fast way to lose. He needed to get closer and make sure the wizard didn't get any other spells off.
Doppel it is
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Markus' eyes go wide as he drops his fauchard... quickly producing a dagger, and trying to stab good other arm.
How did the death worms get here, I can feel them...
[dice=Vinny Barbarino?]1d100
Markus' eyes go wide as he drops his fauchard... quickly producing a dagger, and trying to stab good other arm.
How did the death worms get here, I can feel them...
[Dice=confusion dmg]1d8+4
Angry and confused Sverrir brings his mattock to bear on the doppleganger in wild, sweeping strikes:
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Issac goes on the defensive.
Markus steps back, making his fauchard more effective... My head is spinning!
Confused or not, you focus in on the doppelgänger and cut it down, leaving it a pile of meat on the floor.
The wizard casts slow
An affected creature moves and attacks at a drastically slowed rate. Creatures affected by this spell are staggered and can take only a single move action or standard action each turn, but not both (nor may it take full-round actions). Additionally, it takes a –1 penalty on attack rolls, AC, and Reflex saves. A slowed creature moves at half its normal speed (round down to the next 5-foot increment), which affects the creature's jumping distance as normal for decreased speed.
After casting the spell, the wizard retreats out of sight.
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Sverris shrugs off the new wave of magic unleashed by the mage...
... and it seems to provide clarity to the dwur.
He scowls at the downed doppleganger, then growls as he rushes the aged wizard as he moves away.
Aerin cursed as the wizard got his spell off. The wizard was on the defensive though. Almost all his allies were dead. Marcus and Sev were still Confused though. That was bad. A lucky shot from Sev could outright kill Lucid. That wasn't a risk he could take.
Nix managed to fight off the effects of the slowing spell and bank into the wizard's bedchamber. She invisibly swooped in a tight loop that carried her over the wizard's shoulder, down his back, and around his opposite hip tugging at the wizard's spell component pouch as she went.
Aerin moved to follow the retreating wizard. They had him on the defensive, which was good, but Sev and Marcus were still Confused. Aerin was pretty sure Issac could take it if Marcus decided to take a few swings at him, but a lucky shot from Sev could kill Lucid outright.
That wasn't a risk Aerin was willing to take. He focused his energies on Sev and directed his spiritual allies to unravel the enchantment.
The wizard's magic was tenacious though and refused to be broken.
The dwur barrels after the wizened mage, flashing a hard grin as he closes in;
"Feh. You know how to use that toothpick old man? This son of the earth will bury you where you stand on those creaking legs!"
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Despite the vexing magic hanging around the barbarian, Sverrir shrugs off its effects once again and shifts forward bringing his mattock to bear in a series of vicious swings:
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Isaac, opposite me! Markus exhibits a fine display of footwork, nearly dancing around the enemy.
Issac takes a 5 foot step south of the doppelganger and unleashes his barrage of punches.
The wizard is surrounded and should be easy pickings, but he morphs before your eyes and suddenly there is a hulking orcish bezerker standing before you lashing out::
but it misses. badly.
I got his spell pouch! Nyx announced telepathically to the group. He shouldn't be able to cast many spe-
and then the wizard turned into a giant orc.
-uh... that... doesn't usually happen.
Aerin was pretty confident they had things well in hand now. He drew his own wand of Ill Omen and used it to siphon off the wizard-orc's luck.
Roll on the following table at the start of each subject's turn each round to see what it does in that round.
d% Behavior
01-25 Acts normally
26-50 Does nothing but babble incoherently
51-75 Deals 1d8 points of damage + Str modifier to self with item in hand
76-100 Attacks nearest creature (for this purpose, a familiar counts as part of the subject's self)
As the wizard transmoglifies into an orc, the dwur looks agog for a second, then grins;
"Har! NOW we have a challenge worthy of us! Let me first even up the odds though eh Euroz-Hai!"
Sverrir slams his mattock head into his own face with maniacal glee;
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The orc dodges the lightning balls.
Issac unleashes a barrage of punches and kicks on the orc.