Zed keeps his guard up, striking shortly. Stay alive. Delay for the others...
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Vermundr reaches the top of the ladder and swings a meaty backhand at the remaining mongrelman.
Vala continues to hustle along behind Vermundr and fret after the others. As she takes to the ladder, she coughs frightfully on the harsh fumes in the room but starts to climb despite the stinging in her eyes and the burning in her throat.
HP: 27/27
Negative Energy Resist 5
AC: 14 (10 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 13
F/R/W: +4/+1/+8 (+2 vs death effects, energy drain, negative energy, & necromancy)
Monstrous Insight used: 0/7
Wand of CLW: 14/50 remaining
Healing Hex targets:
Current Wandering Spirit: Life
Channel Energy (3d6) used: 1/5
Prepared spells
Orisons (4) | DC 14: dancing lights, disrupt undead, identify, read magic
Level 1 spells (3+1+1*) | DC 15: inflict light wounds [ ], know the enemy* [ ], magic missile [ ] [ ], produce flame (CL7) [X]
Level 2 spells (2+1+1*) | DC 16: glitterdust [ ], lesser restoration* [ ] [ ], spiritual weapon [X]
Level 3 spells (1+1+1*) | DC 17: lightning bolt [ ], locate object* [ ], speak with dead [X]
Ongoing Effects
produce flame (4/7 minutes)
As Vermundr looms toward the mongrelman, it lashes out with a shriek, it's club swinging almost blindly.
Hit
The club cracks painfully onto the warrior's collar bone. But he simply growls through the pain and with a powerful right cross, fairly lays out the deformed humanoid.
Fail
Constantin levels his finger at the scarred and rotten-hearted gnome and an instant later flames begin to lick first across his legs and then as they take hold and he unleashes a horrified scream, spread across his chest, scorching and blistering his hands and face.
Grine lashes out with his handaxe, swinging at Zed despite the agonizing pain.
Miss
But the pain is massive, all encompassing, and his attack is wild as a result, easily turned aside by the inquisitor.
Hit
Snake eyes!
Vorkstag seems to have no shortage of supplies of his exploding concoctions and even as he begins to retreat back inside the room he came from, he tosses another that splashes over the gathered heroes.
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Zed takes another quick jab. "Get him, stop the bombs."
Vermundr endures the crack of a club and the alchemical flames and keeps coming. At Zed's suggestion the big northerner sets his sights on the skinless horror further up the walkway.
3 damage, then.
I won't make it through too much more of that kind of punishment! Kazamir thinks as the flame washes over him. He answers with another barrage of missiles at the skinless horror.
Constantin grits his teeth and, continuing to concentrate his mental powers, unleashes a mind thrust at Vorkstag .
(Will save DC 15 for half)
well, a resounding miss.
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From somewhere along the ladder, a harsh but scandalized voice calls out, "Hazel! My goodness; language!"
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Success
Fail
Grine bats the flames out and then steps back, brandishing his symbol of Norgorber;
I'll give you all to Father Skinsaw!
He unleashes a wave of dank, dingy energy that washes over the group.
Vorkstag reels as he is struck by a spear of mental thought that streaks across the factory from Constantin's mind. But he has more pressing issues and steps back, tossing another bomb at Vermundr.
Zed gives a rare, small smile as the negative energy passes harmlessly over him. "You don't know what you're fighting." Zed steps back and burns his last high powered spell to heal himself.
Vermundr emerges from the flames in a rage. With a roar he takes a wild swing at the horrific skinless monster.
Vermundr takes a hefty swing at the skinless man but Vorkstag is as lithe as he is sly and ducks, leaving the greatsword to carve a great chunk out of the doorframe.
Kazamir slumps visibly after the wave of evil washes out from Grine, his face pale and sweating. He squints at teh gnome for a few seconds before another barrage of mental bolts spring out - this time at Grine.
HP: 27/27
Negative Energy Resist 5
AC: 14 (10 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 13
F/R/W: +4/+1/+8 (+2 vs death effects, energy drain, negative energy, & necromancy)
Monstrous Insight used: 0/7
Wand of CLW: 14/50 remaining
Healing Hex targets:
Current Wandering Spirit: Life
Channel Energy (3d6) used: 1/5
Prepared spells
Orisons (4) | DC 14: dancing lights, disrupt undead, identify, read magic
Level 1 spells (3+1+1*) | DC 15: inflict light wounds [ ], know the enemy* [ ], magic missile [ ] [ ], produce flame (CL7) [X]
Level 2 spells (2+1+1*) | DC 16: glitterdust [ ], lesser restoration* [ ] [ ], spiritual weapon [X]
Level 3 spells (1+1+1*) | DC 17: lightning bolt [ ], locate object* [ ], speak with dead [X]
Ongoing Effects
produce flame (4/7 minutes)
nauseated
Frightened now, Grine begins to fall back from Zed. He raises his symbol again but his hand is shaking now.
Wh... what are you? Just die! DIE!
The wave once again bursts out from Grine, completely ineffectual against Zed, but the others are still caught in it's wake and feel the heavy, draining effect of it.
Vorkstag is running out of room, but he backs away again anyway, his seemingly endless supply of bomb his only defence against the oncoming warrior.
Kazamir reels back against the platform rail, head rolling, seemingly barely concious. Hoping desperately that neither of thier foes speak the language, he calls out to Hazel:
.
Burned and sapped of his strength by Grine's pulses of dark magic, Vermundr reels as well until a wild inhuman glow fills his pale eyes. "You're going to regret that", the big northerner says in an animal growl. Dense hair sprouts from his already hirsute flesh and his powerful frame swells with additional muscular bulk. Despite his enormous hands stretching into horrid claws, the transformed Vermundr awkwardly regrips his two-handed sword and takes a powerful swing at the skinless creature.
Responding to her master's desperate transformation Zelda tries to bend his opponent to her will.
Zed marches forward, letting the energy wash over him without flinching. He emerges from the dark energy quickly, weapon coming down hard on the channeler.
Kazmir will use a move action to descend from the platform.
Zed takes a deep breath, Grine's words still stinging in his ears.
What was he? He was many things. Inquisitor - certainly. Undead hunter - without question. Monster....?
With practised movements and a slow, deliberate exhale, he brings his tetsubo down time and again toward the gnome's head - to devastating effect.
The blow strikes Grine just above the collar bone, easily smashing through the soft tissue of his neck, crushing the bones there and causing one of his vertebrae to erupting out the other side in a spray of arterial blood.
As the helpless gnome begins to choke on his own vital fluid, his head lolls to one side, staring down the man who in a fraction of a second is about to bring his entire world to a sudden halt.
He doesn't see the second blow, just a glint of light reflecting from one of the many iron studs that line the club. A glint that turns into an explosion as the weapon collides with his skull, annihilating it as easily as it might an egg.
The pain is momentary and exquisite in it's purety.
It is the last sensation that passes through his mind as he plunges to the cellar floor to land with a sickening thump in a slowly spreading pool of blood....
Vermundr is undeterred despite the pain and the nagging feeling of concern for his companion in the back of his mind.
His animalistic bulk fills the doorway, a prospect that strikes fear into the skinless man before him.
His powerful slash cuts the muscle and sinew, sending a spray of blood streaking along the ceiling to fall in drops on the wooden floor.
Hazel intones the words of Desna and a blade of pure force springs into being. Initially she meant to turn it against Grine but with the gnome lying dead some distance below, she gestures for it to attack Vorkstag instead and it flies as though launched from her hand, slicing deeply into his stomach.
Constantin focuses his mental force and lashes out at Grine with another barrage of etheric missiles.
Vala huffs as she pulls herself up from the ladder even as Grine's limp body makes the sudden descent beside her. Sighing from the exertion, then seeing everyone's bloodied states after those ripples of dark energy from Grine, she releases a burst of curative energy of her own. "He wasn't the only one who could do that trick."
HP: 27/27
Negative Energy Resist 5
AC: 14 (10 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 13
F/R/W: +4/+1/+8 (+2 vs death effects, energy drain, negative energy, & necromancy)
Monstrous Insight used: 0/7
Wand of CLW: 14/50 remaining
Healing Hex targets:
Current Wandering Spirit: Life
Channel Energy (3d6) used: 2/5
Prepared spells
Orisons (4) | DC 14: dancing lights, disrupt undead, identify, read magic
Level 1 spells (3+1+1*) | DC 15: inflict light wounds [ ], know the enemy* [ ], magic missile [ ] [ ], produce flame (CL7) [X]
Level 2 spells (2+1+1*) | DC 16: glitterdust [ ], lesser restoration* [ ] [ ], spiritual weapon [X]
Level 3 spells (1+1+1*) | DC 17: lightning bolt [ ], locate object* [ ], speak with dead [X]
Ongoing Effects
produce flame (4/7 minutes)
Fail
Confirmed
Damn you! Damn you all! Vorkstag says as he sees his business partner topple from the platform. That Beast will burn regardless!
The bomb erupts in flame once more, catching on Vermundr's newly sprouted pelt of coarse brown hair, blistering the skin along his neck and face.