An immobile, blazing curtain of shimmering violet fire springs into existence. One side of the wall, selected by you, sends forth waves of heat, dealing 2d4 points of fire damage to creatures within 10 feet and 1d4 points of fire damage to those past 10 feet but within 20 feet. The wall deals this damage when it appears, and to all creatures in the area on your turn each round. In addition, the wall deals 2d6 points of fire damage + 1 point of fire damage per caster level (maximum +20) to any creature passing through it. The wall deals double damage to undead creatures.
Servayn steps into the room, and calls up a familiar incantation, causing the ground beneath the zombie in front of Kriger to bubble up thick black oil.
As Kriger feels the wind of the massive blade pass within inches of him, he looks to the one that is currently not surrounded by oil. "Nice. Now it's my turn." He winks, grinning wryly as he calls on the flame of his blade.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 2
Knowing that his arrows have limited effect and that the creatures are closing fast, Kalsgrim drops his bow and advances. As he joins Kriger in the forefront, he pulls out his sword for the engagement. With the spell upon him, he is engaging the monster before he knows it. His blade cuts deep across the cyclops torso and he topples over, now forever dead.
Servayn steps into the room, and calls up a familiar incantation, causing the ground beneath the zombie in front of Kriger to bubble up thick black oil.
Tthe giant undead falls down, axe and armor clashing loudly.
As Kriger feels the wind of the massive blade pass within inches of him, he looks to the one that is currently not surrounded by oil,
Malaswyn steps in the room and lets an arrow fly at the incoming cyclop.
His arrow flies true, but doesn’t land so deep.
Dread Zombie Cyclops - Round 2
The cyclops move to close in, but the greased area forces them to circle the group. One of them gets to Kalsgrim though. His axe raised high above his head, he takes a two-handed swing at the paladin.
Kal:
The savage swing catches Kalsgrim sideways. His shoulder is smashed and blood pours down the length of his arm. [ooc](-24 hp to Kalsgrim)
From the top of the stairs, you hear a booming dark voice. The clacking sounds it makes scratch at your bones and rattle inside your head. ”TSAKS! Finally you’ve arrived! I could TSAKS! see you make your way through TSAKS! my domain, and it TSAKS! seems you’re just what I needed: Fresh brains TSAKS! to show me what this world has come too... And TSAKS! prepare my return!”
Servayn steps back a pace , wary of the approaching zombie giant and invokes the same incantation, focused on this new threat.
Kriger looks around as he moves to the last one standing. "That guy doesn't sound too good," he remarks about the voice as he swings.
With only a little divine power left, I pray to Sarenrae, that she might grant her might to Kriger .
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 3
Servayn steps back a pace, wary of the approaching zombie giant and invokes the same incantation, focused on this new threat.
Once more, the grease has the better of the undead and its splashes loudly to the floor.
This is it! Kalsgrim thinks when he hears the booming voice. It just isn't inside of him to react with fear, but he tries to supress his giddiness at the chance to crush an ancient evil. For just an instant, his concentration wavers from the task at hand, the cyclopses, before he engages the next.
His cuts and strike are in perfect synchronization and he brings the centaur down with swift easy movements.
Kriger looks around as he moves to the last one standing. "That guy doesn't sound too good," he remarks about the voice as he swings.
As he gets closer though, the undead takes a shot at him with his axe.
Kr:
but doesn’t come close to hitting the displaced ranger.
With only a little divine power left, Malaswyn prays to Sarenrae, that she might grant her might to Kriger.
Dread Zombie Cyclops and Vordakai - Round 2
”For ten TSAKS! thousand years I have slept! And all it TSAKS! took was some petty TSAKS! thief to awake me... The irony! TSAKS! That I was once the ruler, necromancer-tyrant, of Casmaron! And yet you come in my domain... Yes, I shall TSAKS! feed on you, then know TSAKS! that it is doom that you have spelled for your TSAKS! townsfolk of Frieland. Yes, TSAKS! they shall suffer under my rule, as a reminder of your hubris and folly!”
From the top of the staircase you see, partly through the wall of fire, the gaunt figure of an undead cyclop, his skin grey and decaying, taut over massive bones. He is garbed in elaborate robes that flow around him as he makes his way majestically down the stairs, pointing a bony finger at you, his single eye glowing with arcane power. He seems impervious to the flames...
Meanwhile, the undead stays down, thrashing with axe, bite and claw at Kriger.
The axe and the bite are easily evaded, but then it slams a fist on Kriger’s foot, and sharp pain travels through the ranger’s body.
Servayn moves carefully around the edge of the doorway to avoid moving within reach of the floundering zombie giant in front of Kriger, drawing his wand of lightning as he does.
If there is a clear shot on the speaking cyclopean zombie descending the stairs, he hurls a blast of lightning at it, otherwise discharging the wand at the stricken zombie, careful to angle the bolt away from Kriger.
Irritated with this creature, Kriger swings relentlessly in hopes to end it quickly.
Again, I tap my meagre reserves of divine power.
Praying to Sarenrare for her blessing .
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 4
Servayn moves carefully around the edge of the doorway to avoid moving within reach of the floundering zombie giant in front of Kriger, drawing his wand of lightning as he does. There is a clear shot on the speaking cyclopean zombie descending the stairs, and he hurls a blast of lightning at it.
The lightning arc strike it plainly, but he doesn’t even flinch...
For just a moment, it looks as though Kalsgrim is fleeing from the newcomer as he darts away toward the door where they entered. But just when he reaches the doorway, he stops, drops his sword and recovers the bow that he dropped earlier. He then turns and glares at the undead Cyclops, willing the wrath of his god to coalesce against Vordakai, with Kalsgrim as his instrument.
Irritated with this creature, Kriger swings relentlessly in hopes to end it quickly. The axe crashes down and down, and Kriger sends it to cyclop heaven.
Again, Malaswyn taps his meagre reserves of divine power.
Vordakai - Round 4
Vordakai makes his way very slowly down the steps.
”Yes, TSAKS! I know of you and your fledgling TSAKS! kingdom. This, I have read in Maegar’s brain TSAKS! Yeeesss... I will start with it, then I shall recall cyclops from all corners to build Casmaron anew TSAKS! and rule!!!”
He turns to Kriger as he turns around the stairs: ” TSAKS! Let’s deal with you now. I know what lies inside your heart, Kriger the Ranger, and I summon it TSAKS! forth to destroy you!”
A glowing ball of light appears in front of you, and a large, hulking troll with a crown steps forth, carrying a greatsword made of lightning, its teeth clad in flames. It snarls at you and fear carries through your spine. It whirls the greatsword with ease and sends it crashing on your skull!
Kriger raises an eyebrow as he waits for whatever is suppose to happen for just a moment and then, "Whatever. I'm comin' to kill ya, freak! And the fire barely affected him fellas!" Kriger yells out to the others as he's moving away from them with an astounding speed toward Vordakai.
"****ing giants." Servayn exclaims as he dashes forward , "Why is everything so big and far away!"
Centering in front of the Cyclops on the stairs, a writhing mass of black tentacles erupts from the ground, attempting to ensnare and bind the undead giant.
I move up between Kriger and Servayn, dropping my bow as I go.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 5
Kriger raises an eyebrow as he waits for whatever is suppose to happen for just a moment and then, "Whatever. I'm comin' to kill ya, freak! And the fire barely affected him fellas!" Kriger yells out to the others as he's moving away from them with an astounding speed toward Vordakai.
"****ing giants." Servayn exclaims as he dashes forward, "Why is everything so big and far away!"
Centering in front of the Cyclops on the stairs, a writhing mass of black tentacles erupts from the ground, attempting to ensnare and bind the undead giant.
Unfortunately, Vordakai avoids them.
Kalsgrim silently slides around the fallen cyclopses to get a better angle on Vordakai; as he goes, he calls on Erastil's wrath to aid him in conquering this monstrosity. In response, white flames flicker to life along the length of his bow. As he runs, he silently curses the burden of his breastplate for slowing him down so!
Malaswyn moves up between Kriger and Servayn, dropping my bow as he goes.
Vordakai - Round 5
Perplexed that his incantation failed, Vordakai moves down the steps, clearing the field of black tentacles, as a shimmering force field is conjured in front of him.
”Annoying! TSAKS! Those tricks will not stop me!”
Kriger continues up the stairs as fast as he can.
Moving up behind Kalsgrim , I throw bolts of flame at the undead caster.
Servayn is taken aback by how quickly this creature strolled through the most powerful magic he knows, and moves forward himself (at a much slower pace) before calling forth more of his remaining magic. Smoke rises and blazing embers fall in the area surrounding the giant, clinging to it's body and making it stand out against the walls of the chamber.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 6
Kalsgrim stops and roars at Vordakai ”Fool! It wasn’t meant to stop you, only distract you! In Erastil’s name, perish!” The rage on his face is obvious, and white light from his bow illuminates him brightly in the dim chamber.
Kalsgrim unleashes a volley of arrows, thanks to the supernatural speed bestowed upon him by his ally. Each arrow flickers with holy light as it streaks at the giant.
The first two shafts sink deep in the evil lord’s chest, sending him growling in pain and anger.
Kriger continues up the stairs as fast as he can. As he does so, Vordakai extends a hand to touch the ranger. ”Ahah!”
Vordakai doesn’t seem bothered one instant by the illusions protecting Kriger. The hand touches him on the shoulder, sending cold waves through his body. The ancient evil’s eyes widen as he fails to notice something: ”How can this be!?”
Moving up behind Kalsgrim, Malaswyn moves within 30 feet of the undead. From this distance, and without the wall of flame, the priest knows now for certain that this is dread zombie...
Servayn is taken aback by how quickly this creature strolled through the most powerful magic he knows, and moves forward himself (at a much slower pace) before calling forth more of his remaining magic. Smoke rises and blazing embers fall in the area surrounding the giant, clinging to it's body and making it stand out against the walls of the chamber.
The undead cyclop seems unphased by the magic.
Vordakai - Round 6
With a flick of his fingers, Vordakai conjures a shifting field of force around him, warping his form and making it harder to pinpoint!
”I’ve studied you as you traveled through my land. TSAKS! I know your fears, your flaws! You are mine! MIIIIIINE!!!”
Shaking off the cold feeling, Kriger glares at him through narrowed eyes. "Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" Kriger comments as he swings his axe furiously at the creature.
Everything else Servayn can cast requires him to be within 10 or 15 paces of the creature, so he runs up the stairs to stand just ahead of Malaswyn . Panting and out of breath, that's all he accomplishes for the moment.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 7
Shaking off the cold feeling, Kriger glares at him through narrowed eyes. "Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" Kriger comments as he swings his axe furiously at the creature.
Only his first hit manages to connect through the same illusion that protect the ranger, but Kriger frowns as his hit seems to do little damage to Vordakai. The flames don’t seem to bother him, and the consistency of his body reduces dramatically the effectiveness of his axe. This is very different than with the dread zombies!
Everything else Servayn can cast requires him to be within 10 or15 paces of the creature, so he runs up the stairs to stand just ahead of Malaswyn. Panting and out of breath, that's all he accomplishes for the moment.
Kalsgrim silently holds his resolve, continuing to assault the dread zombie lord in the way his divine benefactor intended.
The gods seem to have turned their back on them as Kalsgrim’s arrows can’t pierce through Vordakai’s defenses.
Malaswyn throws a bolt of flame at Vordakai.
The bolt misses Vordakai.
Vordakai - Round 6
Vordakai raises his arms and chants:”TSAKS! Praise the Horseman! That they flush these insects and raise my dominion!”
A wave of dread washes over Kriger, Malaswyn and Servayn. They feel their bowels turn to shreds.
Servayn grimaces at this new injury, but focuses his concentration to call up a slick black tar at the creatures feet.
Noticing his axe seemed to do nothing, Kriger raises an eyebrow, "I'm thinkin' we're in trouble, fellas!" Shrugging, he draws his axe back and swings for the fences.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 8
Servayn grimaces at this new injury, but focuses his concentration to call up a slick black tar at the creatures feet.
The undead lord doesn’t seem troubled by the spell and remains on its feet.
Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
Noticing his axe seemed to do nothing, Kriger raises an eyebrow, "I'm thinkin' we're in trouble, fellas!" Shrugging, he draws his axe back and swings for the fences. Vordakai grunts as the last swing of Kriger’s axe gets dangerously deep (though a lot less deeper than it should have gone).
To no one's surprise, Kalsgrim continues his almost mechanical assault. It is almost as though nothing else exists but him and the undead, and he has no purpose to exist beyond ending the other's existance.
Again, Vordakai’s defenses keep him from Kalsgrim’s deadly arrows.
Malaswyn, feeling Servayn’s arcane celerity dwindle down, calls upon Her Grace to bestow increase capacity for a few moments.
With this blessing, you call your allies to move forth and empower them to conquer and become victorious. Each round for the duration of this spell, each of your allies can choose one of the following bonuses for that round at the beginning of its turn (their choice).
Increase its speed by 30 feet.
Stand up as a swift action without provoking an attack of opportunity.
Make one extra attack as part of a full attack action, using its highest base attack bonus.
Gain a +2 bonus on attack rolls and a +2 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.
Cast a single spell of 2nd level or lower as if it were an enlarged, extended, silent, or still spell.
These effects are not cumulative with similar effects, such as those provided by haste or a speed weapon, nor do they actually grant an extra action, so you can't use it to cast a second spell or otherwise take an extra action in the round. Blessing of fervor does not stack with haste.
The wall of flame that was roaring drops down like a curtain, leaving the room suddenly silent.
Kriger feels the magic protecting him slowly leave.
Vordakai - Round 8
Vordakai keeps his arms raised and chants some more:”TSAKS! Praise the Horseman! That they flush these insects and raise my dominion!”
Again, a wave of dread washes over Kriger, Malaswyn and Servayn, turning hope to misery.
Servayn calls out in the celestial tongue and conjures forth a group of lantern archons.
The two globes of light that appear begin pulsing with light, shooting golden rays at the towering creature.
Sensing the power of Malaswyn's spell, Servayn chooses the +2 AC, attacks and Ref saves option, this round.
"Dang. You're a tough bird." Kriger surmises as he continues his assault, knowing he's at least hurting it a little.
The Feasthall
The saviors of Frieland - Round 9
Servayn calls out in the celestial tongue and conjures forth a group of lantern archons. The two globes of light that appear begin pulsing with light, shooting golden rays at the towering creature.
Vordakai is unphased by their aura. Yet, one of their rays burns him.
Kalsgrim's draw, nock and release cycle slows as the magic fades from his bones, but his determination does not falter. Vordakai’s eyes grow wide and bright with fear as the two shafts sinks so deeply, eliciting a groan of anguish.
"Dang. You're a tough bird." Kriger surmises as he continues his assault, knowing he's at least hurting it a little. Unfortunately, the illusion draws all his attacks.
Malaswyn draws an arrow and fires without much hope at the creature.
; but his arrows don’t seem to make any difference: ”I have exhausted most of my power!”
Vordakai - Round 9
Vordakai roars: ”IMPOSSIBLE!!! TSAKS!” You can hear the fear in his voice.
He whistles a clear solid note...
and disappears...
Dimension Door
"He teleported nearby. He can't be that far, though finding where might prove complicated..."
"Dangit! We gotta find him. If we don't, those arrows that Kalsgrim stuck him with are gonna be all for naught. They seem to hurt him the most. He'll fix himself up and get all his magic back and I'm thinkin' we don't wanna start over and have to fight this thing at full strength again." Kriger takes a look around the place. "Any way to track magic, fellas? If not, I say we move this way. Maybe these stairs lead to somewhere."
Servayn concentrates on dispelling his black tentacles, causing them to fade away, as he calls out to his celestial minions, "Seek out the undead giant, split up and report back when you find it!"