Angar rushed into the room veered slightly to his right, raising his bow and calling out to Fang.
"Fang, attack...this one!" he bellowed, releasing an arrow from Skybolt.
Fang leaped forward to attack, his nails scrabbling on the stone floor as he adjusted to his magically-enhanced speed. Skirting the western babau, he lunged at Agnar's target.
The huge wolf didn't sink his teeth in completely, but he did get a firm hold on the caster's black robes. He yanked hard, trying to pull her to the ground.
Kereek: 11
Prazil: 6
Katerina: 27
Marcelline: 23
Agnar: 17
Antagonists: 17
Kereek -- realizing the babau demons are immune to electricity and poison and hard to hurt with acid, cold, or fire -- scurries forward and casts haste.
Prazil rushes forward, moving quickly thanks to the spell, and barks out, "Everyone am for working together now!" as he moves to engage the demons.
Kat dives away from the demons, driving her blade into the nearest woman's side, drawing a hiss of pain. She steps back and holds forth her holy symbol again, pain wracking Kat, along with everyone else but Agnar.
Marcy rushes forward, her cold iron blade cutting into the demon, though it seems more prepared for her attack than she expected after Katerina sprinted away. Its slime sprays caustically over her weapon. It gives her an evil grin, clawing and biting at her despite her occult powers .
Agnar and Fang gang up on the other cleric, the wolf pulling her to the ground. The canine's followed by the nearest demon, which claws him painfully . She gestures from the ground, and you all feel your minds start to muddle slightly.
D1: 41
D2: 23 (-2 to hit, -4 vs. Marcelline, 2 bleed)
S1: 22, prone
S2: 40
Katerina follows the cleric into the corner, her feet padding the ground like a predator. Her blade flashes steel and holy fire rending the wickedness right off of the blasphemous's harridan's mortal coil.
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Fang let out a yelp of pained confusion and spun around to bite defensively...at his own tail.
Angar grimaced with concern for Fang, but decided it was best to remove the demon threat. He stepped up, just west of Prazil. Snatching cold-iron-tipped arrows from his quiver with magically enhanced speed, he let loose a flurry of shots from his bow. Three bolts hit true, one exploding in a thunderous boom!
Agnar let out a snarl of satisfaction.
Kereek shakes his head, feeling a little odd, but able to shake it off for the moment. He points at the confusion-caster and murmurs a word of magic!
for fire damage!
for fire damage!
for fire damage!
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Prazil blinks at the nearest demon then blurts, "Blue am the tastiest of the smells!"
--Prazil--
HP: 81/81
Resist Fire 5
AC: 32 (16 T / 29 FF)
CMD: 28
F/R/W: +8/+9/+8
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 3/3
Tactician uses remaining: 2/2
Knight's Pennon uses remaining: 1/1
+1 arrows remaining: 19/20
-Ongoing Effects-
Colossus Hunter: +1/+1 vs Large/Huge
Marcelline manages to jerk her weapon away from the slime of the babau, and she grits her teeth and resists the greater part of one of the cleric's channeled energy, but her mind loses fortitude as the other cleric fills her with confusion. Suddenly, the babau loses focus in her vision. She squints, swings mightily, and hits herself in the toe of her own foot.
Kereek: 11
Prazil: 6
Katerina: 27
Marcelline: 23
Agnar: 17
Antagonists: 17
Trying to hit the prone woman while avoiding Fang proves almost as difficult as resisting the confusion, and only one of Kereek's blasts finds its mark. Still, that's better than Prazil, Fang and Marcy are able to do, as they find themselves lost for the moment in the madness of this battle.
Agnar's arrows fly true, the first demons disappearing in the thunderclap, and Katerina is just as brutally effective, her sword spraying blood across the corner of the room as she cuts the witch down with a series of lightning-quick slashes.
The remaining demon howls in triumph as Marcelline attacks herself and joins in on her assault, raking the confused woman with claws and fangs .
The other witch scrambles away from fang and then casts, and another cloying miasma fills the room, burning your flesh.
D2: 23 (-2 to hit, -4 vs. Marcelline, 2 bleed)
S1: 42, prone
Marcelline gasps as the demon and the cleric fill her body with pain from the tearing and the magic. She takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the next round of attacks, takes a harder grip on her sword and opens her mouth to say something. "A whirlpool is just a four-dimensional circle!" she shouts. Confused, she loses focus on battle for a moment and opens her mouth to try something else. "Tiny piglets destroy even the greatest wizards." comes out.
Prazil shakes his head, looking around for the source of his head constantly going fuzzy. Seeing one of the witches near Fang, he leaps into action. "Hey! Casty-lady! Stop that!"
--Prazil--
HP: 65/81
Resist Fire 5
AC: 32 (16 T / 29 FF)
CMD: 28
F/R/W: +8/+9/+8
Cavalier's Challenge uses remaining: 3/3
Tactician uses remaining: 2/2
Knight's Pennon uses remaining: 1/1
+1 arrows remaining: 19/20
-Ongoing Effects-
Colossus Hunter: +1/+1 vs Large/Huge
Kat turns, the priestess' blood sliding in huge drops from her blade, towards the remaining demon, "And now, you go back whence you came" However, she is buffeted by a wave of malice so heavy it turns her stomach and she feels her gorge rising. Eyes tearing she choke back what might be a big mess. Even if not as fast or accurate as it should have been, her blade lashes the demon repeatedly. Somewhere in her mind she is sure Marcy has lost some straw for her matress...
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Agnar is cheered through his pain to see Fang turn again on the woman writhing on the end of Prazil's lance. The wolf lunges the few feet and attacks with magical speed. Unfortunately, he slides on the blood-slicked floor.
Agnar's rage is overcome by concern and compassion for his compatriots. He raises his hands in prayer, sending out a healing wave of energy, which is barely visible as a green-tinged pulse and smells slightly of wet ferns. His remaining anger is enough to guide the pulse around his enemies is a small act of spite.
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Kereek: 11
Prazil: 6
Katerina: 27
Marcelline: 23
Agnar: 17
Antagonists: 17
Kereek lets out a war cry as he eyes the equally addled Marcelline -- "Tiny piglets no destroy Kereek!" -- and swipes at her, his claws bursting into bright flame .
The other three members of the group are able to keep their wits about them, Katerina destroying the second demons in a blur of blades while Fang and Prazil converge on the downed witch, the kobold's lance piercing her heart, as Agnar's healing washes over his companions.
Kereek steels his will and resists the confusion that grips the mind!
Prazil shakes his head again, trying to banish some lingering fuzziness in his mind as the last of their foes collapse. "Whoa. Prazil am dizzy."
[dice=Will]1d20+8 Kereek steels his will and resists the confusion that grips the mind!
Kereek resheaths his claws, looking at Marcelline. "Am you sure piggies aren't coming for Kereek?"
Marcelline takes a deep breath. "Whoo!" She says. "That was interesting. Demons and witches, oh my."
"Interesting, indeed" Agnar agreed sadly, wincing in pain as he examined his own wounds.
After checking on the others, and making sure the witches were dead, he brought more healing to his allies. Again, the faint green energy pulsed over the group, along with the faint smell of sage.
Agnar noted that Marcelline still bled slightly from a cut on her mid-section. He gestured gently until she consented to his touch, at which point a more focused glow of healing energy swirled around her ribs and belly.
He did the same for the wounds on Katerina's shoulder
"Now, what are these statues?"
Marcelline sighs with relief as the magical healing washes over her. "Thanks. I kinda forgot what it was like to have a cleric around."
When they go to examine the way forward, she casts detect magic and begins to loot the bodies of the dead women.
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"Oh! Prazil am for knowing that, Agnar! Statues am like pictures but they am made of rock!" He smiles brightly, both proud and excited to know the answer to the question.
After a while Kat's churning stomach settles down and she gives a big grin to Agnar, "Marcy's right on this one - with out you, Old Man, we would not have gotten through. Blessings of Erastil on us all, no?"
While Marcy rifles through the dead women's belongings, Katerina keeps her attention between both sets of doors, listening as best she can.
Kereek moves up to the door to listen as well!
Agnar dipped his chin slightly at the praise and responded "Without Erastil, much would be lost, not only our lives. I am happy to be his conduit to help such worthy heroes."
Chortling at Prazil's comment, Agnar eyed the alabaster men and their warlike poses.
"These seem to suggest a warriors tomb, yes? We're in the right place, then. I wonder if they have anything useful or clever about them."
The statues appear to be Kellid men, in war-like poses, but nothing you see indicates who they were modeled after, if anyone in particular. They appear to be nothing more than statues as far as you can tell.
Detect magic is a nearly painful experience as you discover numerous auras. You're able to eventually narrow them down, realizing a pair of spells affect the entire complex.
You think the walls of this place have been enchanted, in a way that will resist -- painfully! -- magical manipulation.
You believe the entire area is under the effect of a guards and wards spell.
The two sisters also each have a masterwork breastplate, an unholy symbol of Gyronna, a spell component pouch and a magical dagger.
They're +2 keen daggers.
Kereek studies the walls. [b]"These walls am under magic protection. Kereek am not wanting to try to mess with them, no no. Dagger am magic, but Kereek am not sure what it am for. Maybe Kereek am trying to find out tomorrow?[/ooc]
Prazil shoots the other kobold a look of concern, "Daggers am for cutting and stabbing, Kereek. Am you sure you am feeling ok?" He holds his hand up to Kereek's forehead, shaking his head. "Maybe your head am still fuzzy like Prazil's?"
Marcelline studies the dagger as well, stroking her perfect chin. "Hmm. I can't figure it out exactly. Seems particularly sharp to me, though. Agnar, do you think you might be able to help a little bit?"
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Agnar shook his head. "Sadly, I am not trained in such mysteries. My magic flows from my faith, and I have kept my mind focused there, and not the magic itself. It makes me happier, if occasionally useless."
Prazil gasps, snatches one of the daggers and presses the handle into Kereek's open palm as a thought suddenly occurs to him, "Maybe Kereek should be for keeping dagger in case Marceline's piggies am for coming for you!"
"Let's go this way." Kat moves to the door across from the entrance.
Prazil nods at Katerina's suggestion and trots forward, eyes peeled for more witches or demons or, better yet, radishes.
Kereek follows, his eyes narrowed and flames flickering around his claws.
Agnar followed a bit behind with Fang, careful to remain within fifty feet of Katerina.
Four boulders of varying size lie within this long chamber. At the far end, progressively larger steps rise toward another set of iron doors. Each step bears a round depression corresponding in size to one of the boulders below.
Kereek studies the boulders and the holes. "Am we supposed to move the boulders into the holes? Maybe we am needed Spike after all."
Marcelline crosses the room, climbing up the stairs towards the door, where she checks it for locks and the depressions for pressure plates.
You think the depressions are probably too deep and well-crafted to have been caused by the boulders' previous landings.
Marcy, you don't spot any obvious trap mechanisms, though your half-elf senses are tingling slightly. The doors on the far side of the room are indeed locked, though.
"Could be we just need to fit the boulders in their cradles?" Katerina looks to the older woman, "But you see to know more about these things than I do."
"I think it's possible." says Marcelline. "That would be something a Gorumite would find funny, for sure" she walks around the strange circular depressions. "Nobody here can teleport, right?"
Kereek raises his hand slowly.
Some sort of test of strength would certainly make sense in a Gorumite temple.
Katerina chuckles, "Any way we could get Spike this far into the cave?"
"Prazil can be for pushing stones! Prazil am strongest kobold!" After his enthusiastic declaration, the rust-scaled knight strides up to the smallest of the boulders and strains for three minutes, grunting in seeming vain with his feet scrabbling helplessly across the floor, until finally the stone begins to move. As it settles into its depression, he looks at the others with wide eyes and he offers, "Ok. These am much bigger than they am for looking."
Kereek grins at Kat. "Kereek have special magic for making Spike very very small! And then big again. Maybe. Kereek am not trying it out yet!" [ooc]If everyone agrees, I will head back to Spike and cast carry companion on him, making him into a tiny statue of himself. Then I'll bring him back inside and speak the command word to make him life-sized again!