"We need to move faster." He shouts as he fumbles with his satchel pulling out a potion and downing it in one.
The massive spider-like thing rips itself free of Elleros' spell and scuttles across the ice to extricate itself completely.
Meanwhile the other one spins when it senses the incoming threat from the air. It's mandibles chitter horribly and suddenly it belches up a huge line of spittle that splatters over Greyston, Corum and their mounts!
Success
Fail
Success
Fail
The spittle is icy cold and freezes almost instantly upon contact, tangling the wings of the dragonkin. Corum's mount wheels at the last moment and avoids the worst of it but unable to flap it's wings, Greyston's plummets down into the icy field below!
Greyston can feel the broken bones, smell the burning skin he doesn't want to move maybe here now it would be easier to just die. But he can't, he won't.
Pushing himself up on to shaky legs, he looks about making sure everyone else is ok, seeing he is the only one to fall he pulls at his satchel rearranging it then takes out a large red vial and drinks it.
HP 52/80 AC - 20
As the creature belches forth it’s freezing spittle Elleross looks on in horror as Greyston and his mount plummet toward the ground
Pinar, cadent! he barks the words of power and gestures toward them instantly slowing Greystons fall .
As they swoop down toward the spider thing Corum draws his sword. Keen to join the battle he ignores the biting cold from the beast's venom and leaps from the back of the Dragon kin.
As he plummets toward his foe his rage engulfs him. Adrenaline surges and he roars with triumph as he smashes into the beast with a huge crash.
Ranged touch to make sure I land on it
Dam
Acrobatics
From her perch on the Dragonkin's back, Lucrezzia chants and points at the predator that Corum is not rudely mounting. An aura of stone surrounds the thing until...
Corrleon, shaking his head at Corum as he plummets downward, snaps off another series of shots.
HP: 92/92
Cold Resist: 20
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +15/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 12/12
Smite Evil remaining: 3/3
Divine Bond remaining: 1/1
Stormlure remaining: 1/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 10/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Terrain Dominance (cold): +4/+4 vs terrain natives and +1/+1 vs cold subtype
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Mounted Movement: -4 to hit
The massive creature shakes off Lucrezzia's chicanery and screeches in fury as an arrow catches it directly in the flank.
Fail, so Corum takes an additional and is entangled for rounds
Success
The Ursikka that Corum landed on is indignant with rage and tears into the barbarian. It rips him off it's back and claws and bites it in one massive pincer.
The second spits this time at Corrleon.
Fail
rounds
Fail
Incensed at the resistance of all of Triax, Lucrezzia shouts, "Fine, have it yer way!" she incants a next spell, trying to turn one or the other of tge things into slugs.
Anger in his eyes Greyston unleashes two bombs at the creature that has Corum grappled.
Success
Fail
Frustrated, Lucrezzia switches tactic and resorts to a spell that has served her well in the past.
Once again it does so and though the first creature resists, the second cannot and where once there stood a mighty monstrosity, there now slithers a disgusting slug.
The spider tears into him, blood flies and Corum is held fast in it's vice-like grip. The assault would have felled many men but he is not many men. He is one, warrior born, he lives for the fight and welcomes the pain. It girls his rage to greater heights and he hacks at the beast with his sword. One handed, his cuts are clumsy but no less effective.
Dam
Dam
Dam
Rolling slightly to lessen his impact, Corrleon shakes his head as his rises to his feet, though the sticky strands of the ursikka's saliva still cling to him, hampering his movement. Wresting his bow free from the tarry spittle, he grunts away the dizziness from the fall and steadies his aim.
He slows his breathing, sights down the shaft of his nocked arrow, and lets it fly for the ursikka that brought him to the ground.
HP: 85/92
Cold Resist: 20
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +15/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 12/12
Smite Evil remaining: 3/3
Divine Bond remaining: 1/1
Stormlure remaining: 1/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 10/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Terrain Dominance (cold): +4/+4 vs terrain natives and +1/+1 vs cold subtype
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Entangled: move at half speed, cannot run/charge, -2 to hit, -4 Dex
Deadly Aim: -3/+6
Fail, creature is entangled and glued in place
Hit
Hit
Hit
and
The Ursikka savages Corum once again and then raises the claw that he dangles from. It then mightily hurls the warrior across the frozen field like he was a rag doll. He tumbles end over end before crashing down onto the frozen ground in the centre of Elleros' Black Tentacles!
Success
Corrleon doesn't even feel the chill bite of the ursikka's adhesive saliva before it turns brittle and falls away . Unhindered, he rises to his full height and looses a trio of arrows.
HP: 85/92
Cold Resist: 20
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +15/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 12/12
Smite Evil remaining: 3/3
Divine Bond remaining: 1/1
Stormlure remaining: 1/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 10/10
Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Terrain Dominance (cold): +4/+4 vs terrain natives and +1/+1 vs cold subtype
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Deadly Aim: -3/+6
Corum shouts in frustration as he is grappled by the tentacles. He ignores the pain and stands. His muscles bulge and wine as stretch as he attempts to pull himself free of the tentacles with brute force. Blood pools at his feet as he does so, running freely from the terrible wounds he bears.
Cmb to escape grapple
Elleross watches in horror as the creature flings Corum away like a rag doll and from the dragonkins back he can see exactly where Corum is headed and as the warrior crashes into his spell he can see the black tentacles instantlyblash around him.
Drawing in his mind he focuses and severs the connection to the spell, ending it instantly.
As the tentacles dissipate into wisps of smoke Corum is released.
Pushing on he wants to end this now before anyone else is grabbed. "Let's move over to Corum! We have to check him." Pulling out a bomb and lobbing it.
hp - 70/80
Corum hits the ground hard as the tentacles disappear. He rolls on his shoulder and staggers upright, blood spewing from his terrible injuries. His instinct is to charge into the fray but even in his rage he knows that would be suicide. He snatches a potion from his belt and drains it.
Csw
Greyston lobs his bombs and they erupt in a conflagration of flame, catching in the creature's fur like it was kindling.
It runs in a circle as the flames take hold but then eventually collapses in a heap of stinking, scorched flesh.
Corum takes great pleasure in stepping on the slug.
His rage ends and he slumps to the floor in a bloody heap as the magnitude of his wounds finally becomes apparent.
As Lucrezzia turns to Corum, Corrleon approaches the Adlet, calling out in Triaxian to the figure as he shoulders his bow. "It seems the ursikkas have been felled. Are you well? Were you injured at all?"
"Land, near Corum please." Once on the ground Lucrezzia tends to first Corum, then Greyston. "The stars smile on yer courage, but remember sometimes the stars aren't with you."
The wolf=like humanoid has stopped running and stands some hundred feet away, panting heavily. Her breath mists in the freezing air and she holds her spear dfensively as she looks you over form a distance.
The landscape is featureless snow for miles around.
Lucrezzia's power washes over Corum and his wounds all but close up. He smiles warmly at her and gives her a massive bear hug.
"who needs stars when You're around. Thanks lass."
They walk over to join the others.
"Thank you Lucrezzia, I appreciate it immensely." He smiles, then turns his attention to the wolf creature. "We saved it, maybe we should see if it has any information for us?"
He waves to it then, shouting out in common and draconic. "We wish to talk! We saw you and wanted to help."
Corrleon casts a glance back over his shoulder at Greyston's call, then turns back to the adlet, hoping she's not preparing to bolt. He entreats again in Triaxian, then switches to draconic if she still seems to not understand, "Indeed, it is as the furless-one suggests, we only wished to offer our aid. Tell me, are you injured at all? Ursikkas are cunning predators, I know."
The wolf-like creature wanders forward. She is wearing a mixture of leathers and furs and numerous little bones hang like charms from her belt and wrists.
She is slightly open-mouthed as she approaches and, appearing to either ignore or not hear Corrleon, she staggers up to Greyston, her spear hanging limply at her side.
Suddenly, she pokes a clawed finger into his face - not painfully or with the intention to draw blood - but because she seems utterly astonished.
....where is your fur....?
"They seem to wear it on top of their heads and few other places," Corrleon offers with a wry grin.
Greyston holds his ground as the wolflike creature steps close and pokes him. "Whats she doing? What did she say?" He holds out a hand to her, unsure what to expect.
Suddenly the wolf-girl's face splits into a huge grin and she arches her back to howl long and loud into the sky.
She plants her spear in the ground and does a strange dance around it, falling to her knees in the snow and raising both arms to the bruised sky.
Praise, praise! she howls. They have come! I was right and they have come at last!
The triaxian frowns slightly as the adlet begins cavorting around her spear. Looking up at the others, he hesitantly observes, "It seems you travelers are in some way expected." Crossing his arms, he watches the odd reaction and serves as intermediary as the need arises.
Greyston frowns, turning to Corrleon. "Translate this for me." Turning back to the wolf creature. "What do you mean? Explain yourself."
<Baknarla> she points a claw at her chest <knew you would come. Said you would come. Told all the shaman you would come!>
She begins walking a circle, arms animated as she talks excitedly.
<'The stars have spoken, I said'. The 'destined ones will come' I said. But they would not listen. Cast Baknarla out. Called Baknarla a fool and a dreamer and that our people would never run in our lands again.>
<But here you are!>
She begins dancing around her spear again.
Elleross approaches the strange wolf-girl and wonders what the prophecy is she speaks of
we are strangers here from a land far away, please tell us of this prophecy he says eager to hear it
The Stars indeed, child. And another wolf-girl, too. I wonder how the others will see her if they catch the theme of it...
<My people, the adlets, have inhabited the frozen wastes near the Vahara Glacier since before the waters froze.> she says. <But Yrax the dragon warlord has oppressed us these long years, chased us out of our ancestral home and killed many of my people.>
<But you are the destined ones! The ones the stars spoke of who would come from afar to defeat Yrax, and restore our lands to us!>
<You must do this, and Baknarla can help you, she can!> she adds excitedly
Corum smiles broadly and laughs out loud. He doesn't understand a word she says but he likes this wolf girl. "Sounds like a plan to me!"
Corrleon's eyes widen briefly in surprise before he nods, "Indeed. It seems as though our aims align. Ivoryglass itself was our destination when we happened upon your flight from the ursikkas."