HP: 45/45
AC: 25 (19 T / 16 FF) (includes +1 from haste)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 (includes +1 from haste)
Arcane Pool used: 1/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [ ], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [X], scorching ray [ ]
Lvl 3 (1): haste [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 keen (1/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
mirror image (7 minutes): 5/5 remaining
haste (1/7 rds): +30 movement spd, +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 Ref
Round 3
Sped up by Vexras' spell, the group races upstairs -- only to find the room shrouded in fog! From the passage between the stairways, it's nearly impossible to make anything out and Dorrin has to hold his shot for lack of a target!
Undaunted, Vexras races in, ducking a swipe from one of the weasels, which he manages to find. Its fangs scrape off his armor and a second later he hears another snap, as they close right in front of him, its hot breath in his face.
Meanwhile, you can all hear the troll chanting, and then yell out "RUN!" and Vexras suddenly feels an urge to comply.
Troll: 10
Invis-Arryn takes a deep breath and moves into the mist. Assuming this is like obscuring mist, he won’t see the rightmost weasel until he’s 5-feet away, and then only hazily. If he does see it at that point, he cups his hand like it’s holding the hilt of a weapon and a static bolt of lightning forms, with which he slashes at the weasel.
Never mind.
”Ahhhhhh, no. No, I do not think I will, thank you very much.” He then cuts at one of the furry troublemakers beside him, but the fog is thick and his first stroke is wide.
HP: 45/45
AC: 25 (19 T / 16 FF) (includes +1 from haste)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 (includes +1 from haste)
Arcane Pool used: 1/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [ ], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [X], scorching ray [ ]
Lvl 3 (1): haste [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 keen (1/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
mirror image (7 minutes): 5/5 remaining
haste (2/7 rds): +30 movement spd, +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 Ref
Violet huddles down and attempts to make her way to the troublemaker, pushing through the fog and looking for a tall, troll-like blur.
Just as he gets up the stairs and turns to shoot, the dwarf deflates as he notices that he notices nothing! "Blast! I can't see anythin'! Any of you lot got some kind of magic ta get rid of all this mist?!"
Brostic arrives at the stop of the stairs amazed at the speed of his ascent. With his vision obscured, he is unable to find a target for his arrow. "Fog! What the bleep is it doing up here?"
A slight chuckle from Brostic as he responds to Dorrin "I may talk too much, but I don't think that will blow away this stuff. I can't shoot without being sure I won't hit our rescuers! What do we do now?"
Round 4
Arryn advances blindly into the room, feeling the weasels snap at him as he moves by, but the fog seems to hamper them almost as much as him. He feels Violet move past him -- also avoiding snaps of the weasels' jaws -- and hears Vexras curse slightly as he doesn't manage to hit anything. The sound is just distracting enough that he lets the weasel get its jaws into him -- its teeth sinking into his shoulders! It refuses to let go, and he can feel it drinking his blood!
Behind them, their newcomers look for targets, which are almost impossible to find this far away in the mist.
Meanwhile, the troll grins -- though only Violet can see it -- and turns his fury to her. She hears it sniff the air, giving her just enough time to duck away from his jaws and knock his first claw aside, but that leaves her open for his other, and it barely catches her side.
Troll: 5
Vexras continues to focus on the furry fury beside him, though he winces when he hears Arryn’s cry from nearby.
HP: 45/45
AC: 25 (19 T / 16 FF) (includes +1 from haste)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 (includes +1 from haste)
Arcane Pool used: 1/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [ ], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [X], scorching ray [ ]
Lvl 3 (1): haste [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 keen (1/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
mirror image (7 minutes): 5/5 remaining
haste (3/7 rds): +30 movement spd, +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 Ref
Arryn makes another phantom grip, and another bolt of lightning appears. He swings at the weasel that almost bit him.
Violet scowls as the troll scratches her. "Gross! Trim your nails!"
She stabs at the troll with a quick series of jabs of her waveblade, her other hand still ready to push aside the troll's response.
Brostic pulls out one of his healing wands
"Come to me if you get injured. I am ready to treat your wounds."
"Blast!" Dorrin curses as he drops his crossbow and starts heading toward the fog, grabbing his waraxe as he does. Walking straight ahead - as much as one can - he walks until he bumps into someone - or something - that is not his ally.
Round 5
Vexras' blade catches the weasel's neck, severing it completely with one last squeak from the massive creature, as the other lets out a cry of pain from Arryn's repeated attacks. Still, that just seems to anger it and it breaks into a violent rage and snaps at the approaching Dorrin , who misses it in the fog, and then bites Arryn. This time, Arrny's force ward isn't enough to protect him. The weasel drives its teeth into him, clutching him close as it drains his blood
Violet pummels the troll, which grunts, and then steps back and claws and bites at her again. Still, she's easily able to avoid his attacks this time.
Troll: 45
Aqua Weasel: 27
Grimacing from the nasty bite, "Blast! Well at least I know where ya are now, ya filthy beast!" he hollers as he attacks furiously.
”Oof! Little help here, please.”
He swings more lightning at the weasel.
Good!
”Never mind, though I feel really weak.”
Vexras plods northward until he nearly bumps into Violet as she ducks a swipe from the troll’s claws. ”Ah! There you are!” Slipping in beside her, he closes with the troll as well. He remarks to their large, smelly foe, ”You know, I must admit that you, my foul-breathed foe, are very clever for a troll. You do realize we did this exact same thing trick with the fog and mist to a basilisk at the other end of the courtyard, do you not? And now here you try to use our own tactics against us. A shame it won’t work for you in the end.”
HP: 45/45
AC: 25 (19 T / 16 FF) (includes +1 from haste)
Resist 5: cold, electricity, fire
CMD: 19
F/R/W: +7/+8/+6 (includes +1 from haste)
Arcane Pool used: 1/7
Extend charges used: 1/3
PoP used: 0/2
|Prepared Spells|
Cantrips (4): acid splash, detect magic, mage hand, read magic
Lvl 1 (3): mage armor [X], magic missile [ ], shocking grasp [ ]
Lvl 2 (2): mirror image [X], scorching ray [ ]
Lvl 3 (1): haste [X]
Ongoing Effects
mage armor, extended (12 hours): +4 AC
arcane pool: +1 keen (1/10)
piranha strike: -2/+4
mirror image (7 minutes): 5/5 remaining
haste (4/7 rds): +30 movement spd, +1 to hit, +1 AC, +1 Ref
As the weasel crumples to the ground, "The furry beast is down! Just the bloody troll left."
Brostic continues to wait at the top of the steps ready to heal anyone who requests it.
Violet is emboldened by Vexras' sudden emergence from the fog. "Hey there! Aren't trolls the worst?"
She thinks about a book she once read about a blind swordsman. He used his other senses to fight just as well as the sighted.
She continues her assault on the troll.
edit:
Possible crit on the first attack
Dorrin and Arryn dispatch the weasel, and before the troll can react, Violet and Vexras do the same to it. It starts immediately healing, but you likely have some time to end that problem.
A quick search once you've dispatched the troll and the mist has dissipated reveals the spellcaster had a wand, padded armor, a headband, four animal calls (cougar, roc, weasel, and wolf), four animal harnesses, a canvas ball, and a veterinarian’s kit. Four whips hang on the wall.
The square room off the main battle area contains only an enormous pallet and a chipped wash basin. A search reveales a partially chewed arm is tucked under the pallet and the wash basin bears old bloodstains and a troll tooth.
Arryn staggers over to Brostic once the battle is concluded.
”Stupid weasel drained me dry and I feel really weak, beyond just these bite marks. Is there anything you can do about that?”
Brostic looks over Arryn to determine the nature of his weakness.
"Looks like you've lost a lot of blood. A good nights rest or two is usually sufficient to recover and there is some divine magic that can speed up the process. Unfortunately, I did not prepare that magic today. I can heal your wounds now and prepare the magic for tomorrow. I'm sorry Arryn, but its the best I can do."
Brostic uses his wand to heal Arryn
Saves Fort:+9/Ref:+8/Will:+9
Spells active: Ant Haul - x3 carrying capacity
Feats: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot
Wands: CLW(1) 40/50 CLW(2) 50/50 CLW(3) 50/50
He only needs those first 3 charges. I haven’t lowered his max hp due to condamage yet
Vexras shakes his head. "Trolls. They're bad enough without magic!" As the rest of the group dusts off from the fight, he starts poking around looking for anything that might be more useful than a few whips and other sundry animal training tools.
Looking at the fallen troll, "Nice work, lot. And you've got that right, Vexras. I'm a bit surprised they got 'em that can cast." He then checks out the various items upon the troll and snags the animal calls, the veterinarian’s kit, the wand and the headband. "I'm keepin' the calls and the kit. But I found these upon the beast as well. Don't suppose they might possess a bit o' magic about 'em, hm?" he asks, holding them out.
One of the whips radiates magic, but nothing else reveals itself to Dorrin's eye.
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One of the whips radiates magic, but nothing else reveals itself to Dorrin's eye.
Violet was a Girl-arion Scout drop-out and is not prepared.
”Well, one of these whips is more than it appears to be! This is likely worth holding onto at least. Are we all patched up now? Ready to ascend this tower further and perhaps to challenge a dragon?”
”No, but let’s do it.”
Arryn takes a moment to remove some things from his pack, specifically two tanglefoot bags and three flasks of alchemist’s fire. He takes his scarf off his neck and ties it into a baby sling to hold the items close to his chest, making them easier to access. Then he goes invisible, but he won’t be risking scouting alone.
"This is my first dragon! Do they breathe fire? Or do some breathe other things? I think I read that somewhere. Are you guys scared? I'm a little scared but I'm also kind of excited? I mean, we're doing pretty good so far, right? Am I talking to much? I do that when I get nervous sometimes. Arryn, you're looking kind of pale. Are you okay?"
”I’m invisible. Can’t get much paler than that.”
Vexras claps a hand on Violet’s shoulder and grins, ”Your first dragon, you say? Haha! What are the odds, it will be my first as well. Though, Ageep and Milla neglected to mention its particular coloration. They did speak of the troll, as well as the hobgoblins Salokut and Jang, but I couldn’t begin to guess if either of them were the more capable brute we defeated downstairs.” He shrugs, then brushes some unseen dust from his sleeve. ”Regardless, this promises to be quite the thrill, does it not?”
Dorrin retrieves his crossbow and rearms it. Looking nonplussed as he rests the bow upon his shoulder, "Nothin' ta worry about. The worst it can do is kill ya," he deadpans. "But it won't because we're goin' ta beat it. It just doesn't know it yet."
Turning to the healer, "Don't suppose ya got another charge of that healin' wand, do you? I got nicked in that last battle. Which is pretty sloppy on my part. Should've been payin' more attention. Just goes ta show I gotta keep workin' at it."
"I like Dorrin's confidence, like I said before - it got me through the worst times as a captive. If he says we can beat this dragon, well by gosh that's what we're gonna do!"
I'm really glad to be with these heroes, I've never seen such conviction in a group before. May Old Deadeye guide our bows.
"Time to go hunting."
You make your way upstairs, where yet another stairway leads up, but the hall is lined with several doors. Water flows in a steady stream down from the western stairs, through a carefully maintained channel of short clay embankments, and down the eastern stairs, as you saw below.
Violet's face scrunches up at the sight of the doors.
"Hmm. We should probably check all of these so we don't get pincered. Pinced? Pinched? You know, stabbed in the back."
She puts a hand on the handle of the first door and looks to everyone for a nod of agreement.
Once she gets a quorum of nods Violet will open the door, blade in hand.
Nodding, "Go for it, lass. I'm ready."
You tense and open the first door, revealing a chamber that looks more like a forest cave than a room. Piles of large stones heaped against the walls break up the straight lines and angles of the room, and pots and bowls sprout ferns and ivy. A large, badly torn pallet lies atop the stones up against the southwest wall, resembling a nest more than a bed. A double door leads out to the southeast and a small window in the northwest wall looks out over the forest beyond.
”I was expecting many possible things,” Invis-Arryn says. ”This was not one of them.”
Vexras nods in agreement with his unseen friend, ”Quite! This is certainly an odd choice for decor.” He then turns to where he’d last heard Arryn’s voice and adds, ”Did you wish to slip ahead or shall we all go in together? Or have you already gone and I am left here talking at the air like a fool?” He chuckles at this last, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
”Whhhoosssssshhhhhh,” Arryn whispers.
”Leeeeet’sssss gooooo toooogetthhhherrrrr,” he adds breathily.
Dorrin can only shake his head and roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of the kineticist. "No time for games, we've got a dragon ta slay. There'll be plenty of time for games when you're dead," he says in a matter of fact manner. "Let's check this place out." The dwarf moves in and takes a look around, making sure there are no massive dragons hiding anywhere before investigating the place.
"There are doors on both sides of this corridor. I suggest we start with the closest one. Violet do you hear anything behind that door?"
Dorrin quickly searches the room, discovering a pouch with a block of incense burried beneath a pile of gravel and a gnome skull serving as a fern planter.
A quick check from Vexras reveals the incense isn't magical, but the pouch is: It's a polymorphic pouch.
Violet will reset and check the next room (and so on, until all rooms are clear or until something and/or someone objects to our presence).