"Wait, why did you have us come hide in the huts, Bazsil? Are we not fighting the pterodons?" Elon looks at the human paragon with a wide grin.
Aeslin grins at Elon's prodding of Baszil. "We really should help defend the village. I am thinking that tomorrow I will prepare different spells, mine don't seems as useful as they were in the city."
She waita to see what the critters are doing?
"Chief Ytazil, do these things often attack like this?"
"No!" replies Yatzil, wiping the blood from her sword, "Not for decades! But our ancestors told tales of occasional attacks. Mastodon meat must have drawn them here."
"Usually stay near mountain peaks," adds Matla as he makes ready to hurl another spear.
Ciarán lets his trident fly and purées an eel. The thing is pierced perfectly by all three points but the weapon continues on through. The impact of the shaft tears the eel apart, leaving little more than floating chunks of electrified chum in the water.
Mtumbwi draws attention to himself, but cannot land the blow with his pronger.
One eel charges Mtumbwi while the other swims for Ciarán. Both swish around to attack with their tails, hoping to stun and paralyze their prey. Their tiny brains don't understand that the currents that flow through them are nowhere near sufficient to down a man-sized creature.
Both eels hit their targets simultaneously, sending jolts of electricity through both Ciarán and Mtumbwi. Their limbs move involuntarily, but they soon have themselves back under control.
Missing badly with his first trust, Mtumbwi readies his dinglehopper moments before he gets a jolt down his arm.
"oo o oo ooh h h h" bubbles up to the surface.
Refocusing, he once again strikes out with his trident at the eel.
"Oh this is bad, this is bad... Gratum, are you going down there or staying up here?"
Gado is unwilling to shirk his duties from their previous discussions, and so gets ready to cast touch of the sea on the dwarf.
Mtumbwi scores a solid hit on the eel who electrocuted him, and blood billows out from the wound, dissipating into the water. Gado watches his dwarven companion, two spells on the tip of his tongue.
Pre-Rounds 2 & 1
Bazsil draws Lucy from his 'sack, preparing for a battle with a quick ritual that defines his skill in defending himself. He worries for the innocents present and notes the villages warriors moving to defend themselves.
Bazsil starts to move to defend any innocents but sees them whisked away and moved to safety. Bazsil shrugs and looks for another way to heroically define what man is capable of. He moves to the pyramid which he realizes where the meat is being kept away from the filthy scavengers.
Round 3
Bazsil yells challenge to the approaching threats and readies Lucy to strike at the first approaching Ptdon...
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Two pteranodons do indeed 'take the bait' and dive in to attack the noisome creature with the strange metal implement. While Bazsil was ready to attack them as they closed in, their long necks and beaks allow them to peck at him from the relative safety of the lower pyramid steps. It doesn't stop him from getting the first lick in, however. The anthropologist's massive blow fells the first one before it can even settle in on its first step.
The third has seen creatures similar to Barley before and found them to be delicious. It decides to go for this morsel rather than the hard-to-kill creature with the oily hair.
Round: 1
Crossbow Bolts (silver 4/4) (cold iron 6/6)
Conditions = Mage Armor (~/4h)
Melee: Attack: BAB +2, Str +0 Damage: +0
Ranged: Attack: BAB +2, Dex +2 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 4, Concentration +8)
Zero (14): Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Dancing Lights*, Mending, Prestidigitation, Spark*
First (15): Burning Hands (electric)*, Grease, Mage Armor, Magic Missile*
Second (16): Flaming Sphere*
* +1 DC
"Don't hide in the huts!" she implores the four crewmen who yet remain, "Take them on the pyramid! That is where most of the meat has been kept. That food is for us, and not these filthy scavengers!"
”Sure thing Chief!” he shouts as he leaps out of the hut toward the pyramid.
Facing the beasts toe to toe however is a whole other matter. He quickly steps back behind the great Barley. He targets Clive, if he stands, or Dennis if not and casts!
Attracted by the blood and flesh of its dead companion, the third eel darts towards Ciaran, who strikes through the expanding cloud of exploded fish to strike it in its open mouth.
He swims towards the last eel, falling into a flank with Mtumbwi.
Ciarán does indeed make an unagi kebab out of his foe. Its head is still stuck to Ciarán's trident as he turns to help Mtumbwi.
Femi puts a pair of missiles into Clive the Pteranadon's chest and wisely steps back. The beast roars and turns toward the diplomat, its eyes promising death once it has dealt with its current prey.
Round 4
Bazsil steps up to give Clive the PtDon some Baszil'd fury. Bazsil's hair, hands, & feet flicker and jab in quick blasts.
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Bazsil is ready to strike at either if they provoke.
Gado peers down into the water, his heart stopping for a moment to see the creepy eels swimming around Mtumbwi and Ciaran. But it looks like they have the situation well in hand. He waves Gratum off, who he can only assume is happy not to have to dive into the water after all.
Seeing Dennis ruthlessly attacking the innocent yak, the team's archeologist looks at the flying dinosaur with a look like she is going to give a dissertation on the difference between lizards, dinosaurs and birds. Even before she starts to speak, Bazsil yawns in preparation!
Aeslin's weasel companion also yawns in preparation of a lecture... And is pleasantly surprised not to hear one.
Seeing Dennis ruthlessly attacking the innocent yak, the team's archeologist looks at the flying dinosaur with a look like she is going to give a dissertation on the difference between lizards, dinosaurs and birds. Even before she starts to speak, Bazsil yawns in preparation!
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"Now, many people think that pteranodon are a type of flying dinosaur, but it has been proven that, in fact, they are not. Their name is derived from the Thassalonian words for toothless and wing. They are, in fact, a type of pterosaurs, which includes some of the largest known flying reptiles, with wingspans over 20 ft, as you can probably see.
"Adult Pteranodon specimens from the two major species can be divided into two distinct size classes. The smaller class of specimens have small, rounded head crests and very wide pelvic canals, even wider than those of the much larger size class. The size of the pelvic canal probably allowed the laying of eggs, indicating that these smaller adults are females. The larger size class, representing male individuals, have narrow hips and very large crests, which were probably for display.
Adult male Pteranodon are among the largest pterosaurs, and are among the largest flying animals known. The wingspan of an average adult male Pteranodon is 18 ft. Adult females are much smaller, averaging 12 ft in wingspan."
Elon sees the pterodon dive for Barley and reacts violently. "How dare you attack the most sacred of dwarfish animals!" yells the dwarf as he swings his scythe.
The rending of teeth and flesh afflicts Barley in a way that his best friend has never allowed before. The yak recoils from the bite, but lashes out in pain at the offending creature, trying to gore the flying dinosaur with its horns.
Bazsil takes to the fray with the savage ferocity of a school-yard bully. His hammer and limbs combined almost pound the pteranodon into submission. The woozy beast manages to stay conscious, but seems unlikely to stick around much longer.
Amazingly, the pterosaur facing Barley falls to sleep. Aeslin's lecture did the trick! Elon plays the part of the reaper and precisely *snicks* off its head at the neck. Barley charges the remaining one, finishing what Bazsil and Femi started. The beast lies broken and bloody upon the steps of the Pyramid. From the nearby huts, a cheer erupts from some women and children.
As the two able swimmers deal with the last eel, their gazes turn northwards.
Attracted by the noise and the scent of blood in the water... a massive blurry shape is swimming directly toward them.
Ciaran swims to the surface and takes a deep breath, unaware of any krakens that may or may not be creeping up on him.
Unaccountably stunned by the sudden idea of fighting under water Gratum stares deep into the depths and watches as Mtumbwi splashes into the cool sea. He hardly registers Gado's words that sound smart, but he doesn't recognize what they mean.
He keeps staring down, and seems to think that the two have their fight with the eels in hand. But he grips the side of the boat tightly.
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Bazsil takes only a moment to rejoice in his vanquished foes, his eyes taking in the chaos of humanity and dinosaur in the village. He sees Man helping innocent, Man aiding child, and Man resisting the forces as nature.
With a smug smile and a flick of his oiled curls, Bazsil jumps off the Pyramid and enters the fray, the champion that Man does not want, but Man needs.
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Gado begins to cast furiously as the beast swims in. In mere seconds an elemental of water appears.
Gado's rump sticks high in the air and the boat is dangerously close to tipping over as the skinny man leans over the side to stick his face in the water. He bubbles, whines and clicks as he speaks to the elemental underwater in its native language of Aquan.
The elemental quickly moves over to the underwater terror and begins to thrash it. Suddenly it spins, impossibly fast, creating a vortex that the creature gets hopelessly caught up in, spinning in circles until it is flung out, dizzy and dioriented.
Just in time for Mtumbwi to thrust his pronger deep into the flesh, and Ciaran follows with a quick stab in the face.
The monstrous underwater beast is no more, and the bounty of pearls is there for the taking.
"Hello, Chief Yatzil." Gado gives her a telling wink. "I have something for you. I can't wait to give you this pearl necklace... Oh, hi Ixchel. Sure, I can make one for you too!"
As the 20ft long crocodile bears down upon Ciaran's dangling legs... the bodyguard may yet get his wish...