The chittering invades Kelgan's mind like a swarm of ravenous scarabs. Soon he finds his thoughts not cloudy, just .. missing. He spends precious seconds chasing his thoughts down a mental maze as he tries to respond.
DM's call, I was going to get some pieces to feed the thing...
Will save
"Feed it!"
Wyvurn assesses stands back as the door bursts open.
He grinds his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut as the noise drives away rational thought.
If you want to spend your next couple of turns chopping up undead bodies and hauling the pieces here, you can.
Once again Jaegr is set up to avoid the tricks of his enemies, but is unable to get it together. His thoughts are hard to come by, and tactics fly out of the window as he moves to hit it as hard as he can.
Status HP 41/52 Int 5 (Down from 10)
Jaegr's pick smashes into the creature. Its unnaturally thick hide prevents the crit from being confirmed, and it seems somehow resistant to weapons -- the immense force of his blow has some effect, but very little overall, on the daemon.
"Kill it, Jaegr," Kelgan calls out as he fires his crossbow at the wicked thing.
The bolt goes skittering about the room and Kelgan calls out a belated warning, "watch out for the crossbow!"
Wyvurn shakes his head and growls. His feral nature coming through, he lopes up beside Jaegr and slashes at the creature.
The fight rouses the now dopey hobbit from his thoughts and as second nature he begins an inspiration to help the others in their efforts....
Begins playing his accordian....
"Cappy's got a squeeze box, and nobody sleeps at night...."
The hobgoblin's second blow connects. Wyvurn has gotten accustomed to his ki overcoming all manner of damage reduction, so it's a shock when his blow, striking with full force, fails to have any effect on the fiend.
The monster, having been injured (albeit only slightly) by Jaegr, attacks him with three of its claws; the other two claws, on the other side of its body, attack Wyvurn.
Jaegr would have been injured, but his amulet glows briefly, and the claw is deflected from him. Wyvurn takes 8 damage.
"What are you doing? Kill it already!" Keglan snaps as he fumbles with the now-awkward reload mechanism on his crossbow. Suprisingly, his muscle memory seems intact and is capable of reloading without much mental effort.
Sighting the seemingly-impervious insectoid with the iron sights on his arbalest, Kelgan strikes again. He does have trouble leading his target properly, however, and the strike fails to strike.
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Jaegr is confused on what Kelgan is trying to say wjile his mind is clouded, so he shrugs his shoulders and hits the monster.
Status HP 41/52 Int 5 (Down from 10)
Jaegr's blow is robbed of some its effectiveness by the monster's damage reduction, but a good part of the force still gets through.
Caspian continues to sing his little heart out hoping that this creature is soon defeated....
Wyvrurn howls again and hacks at the beast. Swordsmanship replaced with brute force.
"Hit it hard, it is hardly felt, whatever the devil it is it's got an incredibly hard pelt, rend it pinned it, skin it alive, all the squishy parts are sure to be waiting just inside!"
"Die, devil, die! Die already, or something."
Kelgan's combat quips are somewhat less than witty, but he tries to make up for it with sharp shooting.
"Rams-eye!" he yells as the steel-band snaps, before he's even sure if the strike is successful.
Kelgan's bolt strikes home, although the fiend's damage reduction takes most of the sting out of the hit.
The monster, lacking imagination, continues to attack Jaegr with three of its claws; the other two claws, on the other side of its body, continue to attack Wyvurn.
Jaegr's amulet continues to protect him from the fiend's attacks. Wyvurn fares more poorly.
Caspian, then Jaegr, then Kelgan, then Wyvurn.
Caspian continues his song, but also gets irritated with the resistance to dying that this stump of a troll has....
"Incoming!"
Alchemists fire
Ranged touch attack On a hit deals
a miss deals 1 of splash damage
The flask shatters. Wyvurn the Fire-Blessed ignores the splash, and Jaegr's ceramic armor likewise protects him from harm. The daemon doesn't seem to even notice the fire, and keeps attacking. Seeing Wyvurn flanking, it rotates its head and body slightly, in opposite directions, so that three of its claws now face the hobgoblin and one eye can watch each Wyvurn and Jaegr.
Jaegr continues his assault by pounding away at the creature determined that his lack of imaginative attacks will outdo the creature's.
What Jaegr currently lacks in brains, he makes up for in determination. Another blow hammers into the fiend's body, again somewhat muffled by its unearthly damage reduction. The horrid thing shows no sign of tiring.
Kelgan continues to fire methodically at the clawed horror. Unsurprisingly, the hair trigger stymies his attack, again.
Wyvurn slashes at the thing again.
Wyvurn remains frustrated. His first blow connects, but the edge is turned away by the monster's hide, and only half of his ki gets through to affect the fiend.
The monster continues to mindlessly attack Jaegr with three of its claws; the other two claws, on the other side of its body, continue to attack Wyvurn.
J:
K:
Something is bothering you about the way the two claw misses scrabble off Jaegr's armor, but in your impaired state it's too hard to puzzle it out.
"Soup's on!" Kelgan calls as he fires.
"I mean - shoot!"
Kelgan finally lands a bolt home. Even after damage reduction, the fiend reels a bit from the force of the impact, and it now has a bolt protruding from its torso, like a sixth arm.
Wyvurn lashes out with his longsword again and follows up with a punch between the thing's eyes.
Daze DC 13
Jaegr starting to wear down, but sees the creature is wearing down quicker. He continues to wail away at the beast.
Hp=32/52
"Kill it with fire! And pointy things."
The monster is either too tough, too dumb, or too hard-headed to be dazed by the blow; in any case, the effort fails. You also notice that it keeps rotating its head and body to track your movements, preventing you from flanking it.
Caspian up.
Caspian still up.
Man, I can't believe how long this campaign lasted, even despite massive setbacks and lags. I salute everyone who participated, and hold you high in my estimation of humanity. Should anyone wish to continue, I will rally. If anyone is physically in Houston, we will toast together with the finest bourbons, rums, and ryes (on me), should you wish.
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Cheers, and thanks for the game.