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"Anything in here could be a threat, keep an eye out. Who knows how the mist might have affected these things, it might bring them to life for all we know."
Elwyn cautiously enters the room, peering in at first, then taking a few careful steps, he has his rapier drawn and ready and his counting on his sense to alert him to anything that might be a threat or a clue.
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As Toren returns to the group, Angruf claps a hand on his shoulder, halting his progress. Angruf splashes some water on his hands, and chaffes Toren's cheeks with it, and waves some pungent herbs from the healer's kit under his nose (enough to make Toren's eyes water). Angruf then dampens a kerchief with the water and a small amount of the herb, and ties it over Toren's nose and mouth.
"Pull yourself together. There's tall folk watching." Angruf's wry grin puts a softer edge on his gruff admonishment.
Having ministered somewhat to Toren's affliction, Angruf points him toward the front of the party, and attends carefully to the activities around the door.
Elwyn, Thovar, and anyone else in the room succeeding a DC 12 perception check:
[dice=Perception]1d20+3
If we are not in Init, then I'll venture a bit further in, my attention focused on the southern wall (left?), I point at the two helmets. "We meaneth thee no harm. Cometh out, and we shalt take thee to safety from this place."
the helms are made of stone & it is as if a lake bed were drying up. cracks appear all along their surface as the stony exterior begins to flake off.
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As Toren returns to the group, Angruf claps a hand on his shoulder, halting his progress. Angruf splashes some water on his hands, and chaffes Toren's cheeks with it, and waves some pungent herbs from the healer's kit under his nose (enough to make Toren's eyes water). Angruf then dampens a kerchief with the water and a small amount of the herb, and ties it over Toren's nose and mouth.
"Pull yourself together. There's tall folk watching." Angruf's wry grin puts a softer edge on his gruff admonishment.
Having ministered somewhat to Toren's affliction, Angruf points him toward the front of the party, and attends carefully to the activities around the door.
"Funny to the toad, yer not a lead weight's fire. Turnips don't meet at the moon district on a cloudy one."
Toren grunts and follows the group, determined to get a sensible word out. He stands next to Justicar Beckett des Laurent and thumps his shield down in front of him. "When the ripe fruit falls, lance this boil an' I'll keep the trees trimmed."
The two helms are too big to fit a human. Each has stylized ears stretched back to look like giant bat wings. The gorget looks like a mass of tendrils. The stony faces ignore Beckett's question but continue cracking. Purple flesh begins to peak through the stone.
A black eye peers out of the stony face and focuses on Elwyn. It otherwise ignores the half-elf's word's.
INI:
Toren (22):
Jak (16):
Elwyn (12):
Angruf (9):
Julian (7):
Purple fleshy things freed from the stone (5):
Thovar (4):
Beckett (2):
INI:
Toren (22):
Jak (16):
Elwyn (12):
Angruf (9):
Julian (7):
Purple fleshy things freed from the stone (5):
Thovar (4):
Beckett (2):
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Toren grunts and follows the group, determined to get a sensible word out. He stands next to Justicar Beckett des Laurent and thumps his shield down in front of him. "When the ripe fruit falls, lance this boil an' I'll keep the trees trimmed."
Toren takes a sharp breath in surprise, then quickly moves in front of Justicar Beckett, putting his shoulder into the back of the tower shield.
"Cap'n out this! It's nothin' free for any fool!"
This creature is a blackened, bat-winged fiend's head. Tentacles dangle from chin and scalp, and its fanged mouth hangs agape.
Jak's bullet rings off the purple-black flesh leaving a small slice in the skin. Julien's vial explodes next to the creature engulfing it in flame.
DC 13? Splash is at min dmg right?
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Angruf takes a long look at the approaching creatures, and is struck by their familiarity. He also recalls an inspiring tale of noble dwarfs beating back an assault of foul creatures springing from a stony floor...
"In the spirit of Borin and Dorin and Thwangfy, resist the interlopers and pound them back into the depths from which they arise! Those noble dwarfs of blessed memory confronted hordes foul creatures spewed up from dark depths. They held the mouth of their egress from the abyss and slew those that would not return to their stinking hole."
[dice=knowledge(planes)]1d20 +1
Warned by the Elwyn and Beckett's attempted conversation with a stone helm, the party jumps into action before the creatures spring free and fly at them. Toren stands in front of one while Elwyn's blade cuts into one as it draws near. Jak's bullet and Julian's bottled flame connect with the creature as well. The first creature flies over a taxidermied chimeria and bites at Thovar. The second moves around the wall named Thoren and lets out a paralyzing screech. Though the scream pierces the body and reverberates in your muscles it seems to have no other affect. Thovar's hammer crunches on the beast's purple skin.
+ poison (need a fort save)
Toren (22): blockades in front of beckett
Jak (16): sling stone at 1
Elwyn (12): sliced at 1
Angruf (9): inspired courage
Julian (7): splash-bombed 1
Purple fleshy things freed from the stone 1 (5):
Purple fleshy things freed from the stone 2 (5): paralyzing shriek (everyone made the save-posted in the discussion thread. :)
Thovar (4): smashes at 1
Beckett (2): here now
To, J, E next.
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Angruf says, "These are apparently called 'vargouilles'. Let's avoid any dying, because their victims may turn into vargouilles, and we'd have to burn your body fairly quickly. "
"Now attend - there are ancient rhymes that can deflect the effects of their screeching.
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs.
B is for Basil assaulted by bears.
C is for Clara who wasted away.
D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh.
E is for Ernest who choked on a peach.
F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech.
G is for George smothered under a rug.
H is for Hector done in by a thug.
I is for Ida who drowned in a lake.
J is for James who took lye by mistake.
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The creature lets loose another shriek as the barbarian cuts it in twain. Elwyn freed from the first creature moves to the second and slices deeply into the purple-black flesh even as Toren tries to wrap his arms around. it. Angruf's song drowns out the creatures voices.
Toren (22): attempts to grab V2
Jak (16): fatally slices V1
Elwyn (12): sliced at V2 (NOTE: to take advantage of the crit, I moved E to the second target. If you'd rather do something else please do so. :)
Angruf (9): countersong
Julian (7): <-- here now
Vargouille 1 (5): died
Vargouille 2 formerly known as purple fleshy things freed from the stone 2 (5):
Thovar (4):
Beckett (2):
The creature bites at the wielder of the painful rapier.
+ poison.
Toren (22): attempts to grab V2
Jak (16): fatally slices V1
Elwyn (12): sliced at V2
Angruf (9): countersong
Julian (7): <-- here now , but also moving on.
Vargouille 1 (5): died
Vargouille 2 (5): misses Elwyn
Thovar (4): swings and misses (have a move action left if you want, or retcon into a double move as the target you rolled for is gone.)
Beckett (2): <-- here now
The creature wobbles uncertainly after Becket's blow, then it turns its black eyes on the man.
Toren (22): <-- here now
Jak (16):
Elwyn (12):
Angruf (9):
Julian (7):
Vargouille 1
Vargouille 2 (5):
Thovar (4):
Beckett (2):
Toren jumps on the creature wrapping his hands around the tendrils and gripping the ears/wings tight. The creature returns by goring its teeth into his shoulder.
, + poison (fort save)