Shaking his head to clear the fog Orin now realizes the seriousness of their situation. Struggling mightily to break free he manages to rip the vines holding him in place from their roots and begins to make his way toward Agnar, drawing his sword as he goes.
Treshiell watches the display before her in silent admiration.
Prazil surges to the top of the stairs only to see the entire chamber writhing with vines that have wrapped around all of his friends. Hoping to rally his companions as they all seem to be blinking the same dazed confusion from their eyes, the fiesty kobold draws their attention to Agnar's plight.
"Wake up! Wake up and help Agnar! Him am looking like him in trouble! Stay together and watch where you am for stepping!"
--Prazil--
HP: 43/43
AC: 25 (15 T / 22 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +5/+6/+3
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 2/2
Tactician uses remaining: 1/2
-Ongoing Effects-
Banner: +2 morale bonus vs fear and +1 morale bonus on attack rolls made as part of a charge for all allies w/in 60ft
--Spike--
HP: 39/39
AC: 26 (13T / 23 FF)
CMD: 18 (22 vs trip)
F/R/W: +6/+7(evasion)/+3
Agnar shakes off his stupor and realizes that he's being held by the woman. Confused and angry, he tries to shake her off.
"Leggo o' me!"
Kereek shakes his head to clear the strange thoughts and tingly feeling in his hemipenes. "Why am funny elf lady make us all planty?"
Suddenly Kereek has an idea! How do you get rid of plants? FIRE! He begins murmuring a burning hands spell... vs DC 16, dealing fire damage to the plants in front of him!
School transmutation; Level druid 1, ranger 1
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, DF
EFFECT
Range long (400 ft. + 40 ft./level)
Area plants in a 40-ft.-radius spread
Duration 1 min./level (D)
Saving Throw Reflex partial; see text; Spell Resistance no
DESCRIPTION
This spell causes tall grass, weeds, and other plants to wrap around creatures in the area of effect or those that enter the area. Creatures that fail their save gain the entangled condition. Creatures that make their save can move as normal, but those that remain in the area must save again at the end of your turn. Creatures that move into the area must save immediately. Those that fail must end their movement and gain the entangled condition. Entangled creatures can attempt to break free as a move action, making a Strength or Escape Artist check. The DC for this check is equal to the DC of the spell. The entire area of effect is considered difficult terrain while the effect lasts.
If the plants in the area are covered in thorns, those in the area take 1 point of damage each time they fail a save against the entangle or fail a check made to break free. Other effects, depending on the local plants, might be possible at GM discretion.
Agnar: 4
Kereek: 8
Orin: 21
Prazil: 16
Treshiell: 13
Antagonists: 12
As Agnar struggles futilely to escape the woman's grasp, Kereek casts a spell, charring the plants in front of him, though he remains entangled, as do anyone behind him. Orin pushes past him, stamping out the last of the embers of the burning plants.
As Prazil encourages the others to shake off the effects of the fell magics , Treshiell invisibly casts a quick cantrip, detecting magic auras coming from in front of her.
"Submit to me," the elf lady whispers in a husky voice to the struggling Agnar, she pins him in place, lowering her head and sinking razor-sharp teeth into his neck, as she laps his blood.
"Aargh! She's biting my frotting neck!" Agnar struggles to throw the woman off so he can get to his dagger. "Fang! Sic 'er, boy!"
Finally free of the plants embrace Orin rushes over to Agnar. Seeing the cleric and the elven woman rolling around on the floor the ranger can't help himself "You two want to be alone?" he asks before swining his sword at the lady's exposed back.
Conditions: Fey bane, Favored enemy, Power attack
Kereek's eyes go wide as he sees the woman sink teeth into Agnar's neck. "You no hurt AGGY-NAR!" He shrieks and fires a scorching ray at the fangy woman!
for fire damage!
Prazil and Spike lumber forward behind Kereek's fiery lance, Spike leading with his horns and Prazil following up with a swing of his hammer. "You am listen to Kereek and let Aggynar GO!"
--Prazil--
HP: 43/43
AC: 25 (15 T / 22 FF)
CMD: 22
F/R/W: +5/+6/+3
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 1/2
Tactician uses remaining: 1/2
-Ongoing Effects-
Banner: +2 morale bonus vs fear and +1 morale bonus on attack rolls made as part of a charge for all allies w/in 60ft
Challenge: neck-bitey lady
Tactician: 2/6 rounds
--Spike--
HP: 39/39
AC: 26 (13T / 23 FF)
CMD: 18 (22 vs trip)
F/R/W: +6/+7(evasion)/+3
Treshiell drops her cloak when the elven woman sinks her teeth into Agnar and releases a powerful curse on the opposing witch.
Agnar: 4
Kereek: 8
Orin: 21
Prazil: 16
Treshiell: 13
Antagonists: 12
Agnar and Fang struggle to free themselves from the woman's grasp and the remaining vines, but both lack the strength to be successful.
The cleric's allies have more luck, though, Kereek's ray slamming into the woman, who cries out in pain before her cries become even louder with the devastating touch of Orin's sword.
Treshiell's curse seems to have no effect on her. Spike's horns similarly have little effect, the small wounds they cause closing almost immediately, though she grunts as Prazil's hammer makes its mark, even if it seems to do less than it should.
The baobhan sith, as Orin realizes it truly is, leaps off of Agnar, and flings herself at the half-elf, hoping to end the threat of his blade. Orin takes a slash from her claws before he's able to resume a defensive stance, batting her away from him.
Sith=52
Treshiell raises her arms and in a deep voice the witch calls forth the shadows in the room to gather and assault her enemy’s eyes..
Kereek lets out a triumphant yelp, then shoots another scorching ray at the fangsy woman!
for fire damage!
HP's: 48/52
Orin takes a step back at the Sith's ferocious attack "Stings, doesn't it?" he says before stepping back up to the attack.
Treshiell walks up to the slain sith and pokes at it with her toes. "What was it? Elves don't bite."
Agnar rolls to his feet with a groan, holding a hand to his neck.
"Not a vampire, I know that, though she was doing a damn fine impression. Feeling a little woozy."
"Ah, that's better."
As Orin's sword cuts into the woman the second time, she mutters a curse, blood bubbles bursting from her mouth.
Looking around, you realize the room holds numerous treasures:
A life-sized alabaster statue of a nude, dancing elven woman; a masterwork harp; a small, carved jade statuette of a coiling snake; and an ancient filigreed elven water clock.
Her bed is covered with a snow-white bearskin coverlet and finely carved, wooden wardrobe beside the bed holds two royal outfits, three courtier’s outfits, and several other tasteful, once-expensive articles of clothing, heavily stained with blood and now worthless. A small wooden coffer atop a rosewood table contains 3 vials of exotic perfume, a gem-studded tiara, and another vial that radiates magic. A nearby chest holds 431 sp and 370 gp in leather sacks.
"Who am was that lady? Am there more of her?"
Kereek, meanwhile, has suddenly become interested in lighting things in the room on fire, and cackles loudly with belly laughs as they burn.
Suddenly feeling weak as the fey's words strike home, Orin staggers a bit before looking around the room. "That was a Baobhan Sith, an evil fey creature, who can as we saw captivate people with her gyrating dance. Once captivated she continues her dance until she can grapple her victim and suck their blood until sated. She also, apparently, has some sort of death curse which weakens whoever strikes her down...which I feel has struck me."
"As bad as a vampire, but she can go traipsing around in the daylight. Wonderful. It's a good thing we put her down. As for the curse, come dawn tomorrow I'll see if Erastil will grant the power to lift it."
"This seems as good a place as any to camp, assuming we can keep Kereek from burning it down around our ears. What say we make sure there aren't any more nasty fey or other critters lurking around before calling it a day? I'm feeling a little under the weather myself. A good night's sleep would do me a world of good."
Kereek giggles at this and starts trying to set Agnar's cloak on fire. "Look! Aggy-nar, Kereek am making sure you am warm!" He seems to have a blank look in his eyes...
Prazil shakes his head, "Oh no! It am like what happened with Chiefy's hat! And Chiefy's pet rat too! And Chiefy's big chair!" The grey scaled kobold hedges a little atop Spike as he looks around, "Kereek! We am no wanting to be warm! We am wanting to be not on fire!"
Suddenly feeling weak as the fey's words strike home, Orin staggers a bit before looking around the room. "That was a Baobhan Sith, an evil fey creature, who can as we saw captivate people with her gyrating dance. Once captivated she continues her dance until she can grapple her victim and suck their blood until sated. She also, apparently, has some sort of death curse which weakens whoever strikes her down...which I feel has struck me."
"That is unfortunate. We cannot help you with that. We can only make it worse", Treshiell says and heads straight for the vial that detects as magic . When Kereek starts acting up Treshiell snaps her fingers and Thaal focuses his eyes on the flaming vielding kobold .
Then she sits down next to the elven statue to study the magic liquid inside the vial. "She is pretty, don't you think?"
"Kereek take nap now." And passes out for 36 seconds.
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"He will wake up soon. Hopefully with less fire" Treshiell says without taking her eyes of the potion when Kereek hits the ground.
Prazil sighs with audible relief as Kereek suddenly curls up for an impromptu nap. "Whew. That am give Prazil unpleasant flashbacks. Treshiell just saved many, many clothes! Yay Treshiell!"
Kereek sits up, blinks and begins laughing riotously at nothing anyone can see. He suddenly stops and mutters, "Kereek's head still feel fuzzy from green gas in hallway. Kereek am thinking it good idea to upside down pyramid castle. Also, Kereek want to arm wrestle Har-gulk-A. Kereek am beating him! Grrr!"
Agnar finishes extinguishing his smoldering cloak and looks at Kereek.
"I'm going to need to take a look at him, too. Little guy is acting a few arrows short of a full quiver."
Treshiell pockets the vial and focuses her gaze on Agnar. "How can you tell?"
Kereek is all for exploring!
"He usually doesn't try to set me on fire."
"Best we explore everything now lest something comes at us while we are resting."
You make your way down from the tower, and head to the southwest. As you try to enter, though, you realize the structure's upper reaches have completely collapsed, filling the interior with debris and rubble.
Orin attempts to force the door open but to no avail, the rubble blocking the door from opening all the way. "That will have to be cleared out before anyone can enter"
Looking around, the Ranger makes his way across the courtyard to the Northwest tower.