You didn't dodge, it was a touch attack that does electric damage, not a spell.
Knowledge (Religon] tells you nothing.
S!+$! You're right, I read the total and saw it hit, missing the Nat 1, sorry.
"Leember," Niadroub Kliip mumbles. Then he mumbles something arcane that can't really be described as words, and a flaming sphere appears on the bodyguard closest to the entrance of the hut. After he does so, the arcanist takes a single step back and is suddenly behind Recknar and Richard.
The ogrekin lumbers forward... when the mage makes fire the negotiations are definitely over... he thrusts the point of his dueling blade at the nearby lizardfolks neck.
Colwyn slinks out from behind the low mud hut, and he quickly aims an arrow for the belligerent chieftain.
"So much for diplomacy," Xan muttered, having stuck near Richard and letting him do the talking until now.
With the fight underway, Xan moved to engage the same lizardfolk that Richard was hacking at.
Reknar steps forward, drawing his weapon - "Stay close" - he adds to the Arcanist, then turns to the others - "Let's show them we know how to finish a fight boys and girls, even if we weren't the ones starting it!" - he roars.
Niadroub cooks Blue and appears somewhere else with a strange laugh.
Richard cuts down Green
Xantria wounds Purple as he advances on her.
The chief hisses in rage as an arrow buries itself deeply in his side.
Setting one of his pets on Colwyn he dashes forward to slaughter the stinking warmbloods.
His heavy morningstar missing by an inch.
The floating skull titters in amusement when you cast your spell. "A clever one! How nice, it's so delicious when they break."
He snaps at you again.
Its attack causes an image to wink out.
The party may now act
Reknar stands his ground, and launches an overhead chop at the one in front of him - "Get ready! Here they come!" - he growls.
Niadroub Kliip moves his flaming sphere to burn the lizardfolk that Reknar just swung at.
"Coolween, rooon!" he calls out to Colwyn as he sees one of the caimans head in his direction. He casts grease on the other caiman.
Watching Reknar strike with his bardiche Richard moves around Xantria to help put down the potent Lizardfolk. Though his strike does not go too deep it draws blood non the less.
Colwyn had hoped to go unnoticed by the toothy beasts. He does not want to add a scar on his other leg to match the one from Old Crackjaw, so he takes no risks. He focuses every nerve and muscle on escaping from the caiman, circling around the mud hut, and rejoining his companions.
Xantria cuts down Purple easily.
The Chief avoids the flaming sphere.
Reknar misses.
Richard hits hard on Red.
Orange slithers out of the grease and snaps at Xantria
It latches hard onto Xantria's leg and she hisses in pain.
Yellow scurries after Colwyn, who is doing his best Bold Sir Robin.
Red shrieks like a boiling kettle and tries to gut Richard
The floating skulls laughs mockingly at your channel. It has no effect on it. "What delightful guests you and your friends are. Bringing me so much delicious pain and fear today!"
It idly snaps at you again, seemingly happy to prolong the fight.
Another image pops.
The party may now act
Zelera was getting nervous as the thing was unaffected by positive energy. On the up side that meant it wasn't an undead so she would simply have to change tactics. She stepped back from it once again and cast another prayer to her Master asking that he blot out the sight of the thing trying to kill her. That done she yelled, "I need some help in here!"
Richard lets out a very unmanly but deserved cry of pain as he gets savaged by the creature. Richard slides a little closer to Zelera and strikes at a lizardman when she calls for aid.
Eyes moving around wildly, Niadroub Kliip tries something he's never done before. He casts a second flaming sphere so that he is maintaining two at once. One hand stretched out at the first ball of fire to move it onto the lizardfolk chief, his other hands stretches out as a new ball manifests on the caiman chasing Colwyn.
Colwyn finds caimans and great balls of fire on either side of him. Hearing Zelera's call for help gives him a third option that he, naively, hopes will be far safer than teeth and scales. How much trouble could it be to free the boy? Perhaps the lizards had managed some shackles that needed breaking. Then again, why was her voice so distressed?
Rather than being caught unprepared, he drops his bow and draws his sword as he marches into the mud hut.
Niadroub burns Red and misses Yellow.
Xantria & Reknar chop Orange up.
Richard cuts Red again.
Yellow scuttles up and grabs Niadroub in his jaws.
Teal runs up and swings at Xantria.
Red keeps trying to murder Richard
Zelera your spell flickers out with no effect as it reaches the skull.
Colwyn. You see a brightly glowing skull floating in the air mocking Zelera.
"Oh my! Aren't you a tasty one." It greets Colwyn with a delighted titter.
"There you are!" It says in triumph as it finally manages to bite you.
Colwyn you can't tell what this is?
The party may now act.
Reknar steps back, and swings hard at the lizard grabbing Niadroub - "Drop him!" - he roars.
"Xan and Richard, stop dancing around, flank that bastard and finish him! I'll be there in a moment!" - he adds at his companions - "Where the hell are you Zelera?! Get out here! We need your healing!"
Richard continues circling around the lizardman. "I'm not exactly having a good time. Sometimes I wish we engaged in a little more covert action and less diplomacy... but usually only after the diplomacy has gone bad!" Another quick thrust to drive his point home.
Zelera cried out in pain as the thing successfully found her with it's jaws and took a large bite out of her. The pain was excruciating but she pushed through it anyway as she heard it yelled that her companions outside needed her. She wasn't sure if she could get there without giving the thing a chance to strike her but she had to try. "Colwyn, you're on your own in here."
With that Zelera slipped out of the tent and looked to see who was in need of healing then sent a pulse of energy out like flickering lantern light to heal her allies ignoring as many of the injured lizardmen as she could for now. "Colwyn needs help in there, floating skull thingy!"
Niadroub Kliip's swamp accent somehow comes through as he screams in pain. He wills his latest flaming sphere towards the caiman clamped onto his leg as his first sphere continues to hover around the chieftain.
The damage from the caiman's teeth negated for now thanks to Zelera's healing, Niadroub Kliip draws his mace and tries to clock the caiman across its head.
Colwyn's eyes widen and he grimaces when confronted by the macabre sight before him. The growling curse on his tongue is pushed past his lips once he sees Zelera flee and leave him in the hut, alone with the bizarre foe. He tightens his grip upon his rapier, but thinks better of lunging wildly forward.
He pulls a flask from his belt and downs the potion, deciding to wait for either reinforcements or for an opportune moment to strike.
Xantria swings at Red, reasoning he is the most dangerous.
Teal swings at Xantria
Red still fights desperately.
But misses.
Reknar & Niadroub finish Yellow.
The glowing skull titter in amusement when you vanish. It returns the favor and vanishes.
The party may now act.
"If you could do that again I'd appreciate it Zelera." Richard calls out before trying his luck against the lizardman again.
Hoping that the underling isn't as quick as its chief, Niadroub Kliip moves his second flaming sphere to it as the sphere on the chief starts to fizzle out.
The arcanist picks up his dropped crossbow.
"Just stay down" - Reknar growls at his opponent, swinging hard.
Wounded again by Richard the chief stumbles and screams in pain as Niadroub's flaming sphere ends his life.
Reknar cuts down Teal with brutal ease.
Colwyn is quite over his head, but his rising ire leaves no room for fear. He tunes out the sounds beyond the hut and tries to gauge the enemy's location.
Confounded by the strange beastie's tricks, Colwyn decides to hatch a trick of his own. He sidles along, with his back to the wall, and draws a vial of poison. In the crucial moments before his potion wears off, he applies a dose to the slender blade of his sword.
As his own invisibility wears off, he raises his envenomed sword and girds himself, waiting for an attack from an unseen enemy. Colwyn grits his teeth and waits for his friends to enter the hut and provide direly needed assistance.
Moving his remaining flaming sphere closer to the entrance of the hut, Niadroub Kliip peers past Zelera inside.
Once the arcanist is told or figures out what's going on, he calls in to Colwyn. "Ees eet still een there?"
"Zelera, did you find the boy?!" - Reknar inquires - "Floating skull? What the..?" - he adds moving to the tent entrance.
Reknar's question is quickly answered, a glowing Lizard folk skull appears hovering in mid air in the middle of the village.
"Warriors of the Longtail tribe, your chief has been fouly murdered by these honorless warmbloods! You are damned to a cold death unless you rise now and slay these invaders!"
Will-o-wisp
CE Small aberration (air)
Init +13; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +17
DEFENSE
AC 26, touch 26, flat-footed 16; (+5 deflection, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +1 size) hp 40 (9d8)
Fort +3, Ref +12, Will +9
Defensive Abilities natural invisibility; Immune magic
OFFENSE
Speed fly 50 ft. (perfect)
Melee shock +16 touch (2d8 electricity)
Feats Alertness, Blind-Fight, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Weapon Finesse
Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +11, Escape Artist +21, Fly +31, Perception +17, Stealth +25
Languages Aklo, Common
SQ feed on fear
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Feed on Fear (Su)
Any time a will-o’-wisp is within 15 feet of a dying creature or creature subject to a fear effect, it gains fast healing 5.
Immunity to Magic (Ex)
Will-o’-wisps are immune to all spells and spell-like abilities that allow spell resistance, except magic missile and maze.
Natural Invisibility (Ex)
Will-o’-wisps have the ability to extinguish their natural glow as a move action, effectively becoming invisible, as per the spell.
ECOLOGY
Environment any swamp
Organization solitary, pair, or string (3–4)
Treasure incidental
Every trapper and bog farmer living near marshes or swamps has his own name for these faintly glowing balls of light—jack o’ the lanterns, corpse candles, walking fires, pine lights, spooklights, rushlights—but all recognize them as dangerous predators and false guides in the darkness.
Evil creatures that feed on the strong psychic emanations of terrified creatures, will-o’-wisps delight in tempting gullible travelers into dangerous situations. In the wild lands where they’re most common, will-o’-wisps favor simple tactics like positioning themselves over cliffs or quicksand where they can easily be mistaken for lanterns (especially if they can set their traps near actual signal lanterns), allowing them to lure unwary travelers into perilous situations. On rare occasions, will-o’-wisps seeking easier pickings will move into a city and take up residence near gallows or follow along invisibly behind an army in order to harvest the fear of the dying men; why the vast majority choose to remain in the swamps where victims are scarce remains a mystery. Will-o’-wisps only use their electric shock ability under extreme duress, preferring to let other creatures or hazards claim their victims while they float nearby and feast.
Will-o’-wisps can glow any color they choose, but are most frequently yellow, white, green, or blue. They can even vary their luminosity to create patterns—many will-o’-wisps are fond of creating vague skull-like shapes in their glow to further terrify their victims. Their actual bodies are barely visible globes of translucent spongy material 1 foot across and weighing 3 pounds, capable of emitting light from every surface. A will-o’-wisp’s light is approximately as bright as a torch, and though they do not seem to use sound to communicate with each other, they hear perfectly and can vibrate their bodies rapidly to simulate speech.
While vilified by most other sentient creatures, will-o’-wisps are actually quite intelligent, if utterly alien in their reasoning. Sometimes organized into groups called “strings,” their society and goals remain complete unknowns to outsiders, as do their origins, though they have sometimes been known to strike bargains with those who can offer them vast quantities of appropriately frightened victims. As will-o’-wisps do not age, and are effectively immortal unless killed by violence, particularly ancient will-o’-wisps can serve as fantastic repositories of knowledge from the ancient past, although convincing one of these cruel creatures to cooperate with an interrogation can be a trick in and of itself.
What are you doing now?
Zelera pointed toward the hut as the skull thing appeared and started to say the boy was in there when the skull thing spoke. She realized just how bad that was going to go for them and knew a quick reaction was needed. She looked at the leader and hoped that he wasn't completely dead just unconscious. She sent another burst of healing energy out, this time including the nearby lizard folk. She hoped that the chief was alive enough this would save him and that he would realize he was being shown mercy after attacking them.
Colwyn remains silent, hoping that the ruckus raised by the damnable skull will be cover enough. He slips out of the hut and skulks along the refuse and detritus lining the village walls, trying to sneak into position to dispatch this macabre menace. Along the way, he scoops up and shoulders his dropped bow.
Of course, the large man stepping on twigs and carrying a sword dripping with poison, is not hard to miss.
"Eet's coolling the oother leezardfelk!"
Noticing what Colwyn intends, Niadroub Kliip casts vanish on him before he sends his flaming sphere after the floating skull.
"Xentria, can yoou free the booy?"
The Ogrekin calls out to the others. "Let's get the boy and get out. Taking on the whole tribe will be tough especially on their home territory."
"The hell is that?!" - Reknar grunts.
The Ogrekin calls out to the others. "Let's get the boy and get out. Taking on the whole tribe will be tough especially on their home territory."
"Sure, but where is he?" - the half-orc adds, looking around ready to strike the first lizard creature that comes close.
"Emmune to megik? Eh doon't believe eet. Theere's hes to be soometheeng there to heet."
Niadroub Kliip reaches into his handy haversack and pulls out his wand of magic missile.
"I remember seeing one of those things before - resilient bastards, hard to hit... But I think if we hit hard enough they can be brought down!" - Reknar growls - "Richard, Xan, hit it with ranged weapons! Colwyn, try and land him one of your sneaky shots from hiding!" - he adds, keeping his weapon ready.
"And someone grab the boy so we can get out of here!"
Richard switches to his bow and releases an arrow very near the glowing skull but it is quite a small target!