Tomaru bashes the downed ogre.
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Thordak grins, "HA! C'mon ya big dumb git! Time ta take a nap with the worms!" He swings at the ogre as he slides right at him.
Turning and seeing the wood with a clear cut mark, "That was close, laddie, but not close enough." He winks, obviously taunting the creature.
The ogre's sliding bulk slams into the wall, taking Praxim down in a heap on top of it. The smell of bile and filth from the creature is enough to make anyone gag, let alone someone rolling in a pile with it. But, it dies quickly...arrow, hook, and mace finish it where it lays.
At the end of the hall, you hear a familiar voice purring at you. "Oooh my darlings, back so soon? Looking for your lost friend? I'm afraid you'll find him quite safe. In fact, he waits oh-so-patiently for his true love's return...me!" She snarls the last word, and levels a wand at you. A small red ball of flame flies down the hall, detonating as hit reaches the door!
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Shield of Faith: +3 deflection bonus
There go those temporary hit points.
Sounds like snake-lady's causing trouble...see if I can use that to my advantage." With that he quaffs a potions of cure moderate wounds and invisibility before he enters the hallway outside.
For now, Kellen does his best to follow the bunch and see what happens - weapon drawn. He also takes the chance to observe Lucrecia to determine if there's a way to disarm her of her rapier or other gear.
Fuming from being blasted, "Alright, lassie, you've asked for it! I'll be soon to finish you off once I get through stupid here!" Thordak takes a swing at the ogre as he lets his anger take over, hoping to finish it off quickly so he can deal with the large woman.
Praxim grunts as the ogre falls on him, and again as the fire blasts him. He delays until everybody who's going to take a swing at the remaining ogre has done so. Whether it goes down or not, Praxim then pushes the dead creature off of him and stands up.
He lays hands on himself:
Lym grunts at the fiery impact, but does not falter. Instead, she steps up behind the others, chanting under her breath. Sighting past the ogre, the Half-Orc drops a small chunk of something rubbery and horrible to the ground.
"I learn from my mistakes, if barely," she says, her voice grim. "Do you?"
All around Lucrecia, horrible purple tentacles rip themselves out of the ground, accompanied by a high-pitched chittering from somewhere below. Or perhaps, somewhere Below...?
Thordak takes a step into the grease, and it's that unsure footing that makes him miss his attacks.
Two other ogres charge around the corner - right into Lym's black tentacles! One is caught immediately, the other manages to fight its way forward. The ogre in front of Thordak attacks with a maniacal fury, but to no avail.
Tomaru summons forth a starknife of made of arcane energy and has it strike at the ogre.
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Kellen readies his crossbow. He then checks the door just to right to see if it is unlocked and accessible - hoping Lucrecia and the ogre are too distracted to notice.
Assuming the room is unoccupied, he will work on attacking next.
Tomaru's mace does not connect with the ogre, swinging wildly in space.
Lucrecia gestures, fighting the tentacles that try to entangle her. With an audible 'pop!', she disappears and reappears in front of them.
"Oh dear one, I have learned much, but have YOU?" Lucrecia crows, staring at Lym.
"Rhi, make haste," Praxim cries out.
If hasted, those attacks have an additional +1, and he fires an extra arrow.
If the ogre goes down before he's done, the rest of the arrows go into Lucrecia. The attack rolls are unchanged, but the damage rolls lose the 2d6, but gain 6 extra points each.
With Lucrecia out of sight, Kellen uses his crossbow to fire at the remaining ogre entangled and then steps into the room to keep out of sight.
"You be the judge," Lym grates. Throwing herself flat against the wall, the Half-Orc thrusts out her arm, aiming the tip of her index finger over Thordak and past the Ogre -- and chants Words of Power: ""
A bead of bright blue light goes flying from Lym's hand, zipping past the Ogre until it reaches Lucrecia -- and there it expands into a sphere of deathly blue light and howling, arctic wind as Lym's Iceball spell comes into effect!
"Here I come ya oversized, no good, worthless...!" Thordak grumbles angrily as he heads toward Lucrecia.
Just as he moves without a thought, he legs slide completely out from under him and he hits the ground, landing hard on his rump. "BLAST!" he yells, now even more furious.
Rhianai steps into the doorway and sings a faat tune, inspiring your actions to move!
Praxim's arrows take the ogre in the right eye, dropping it where it stands. His other efforts, however, are not so successful. His first arrow at Lucrecia misses her entirely, and the second appear to strike her, only to have a shifty image of her go 'pop!' Apperently, she also can spells multiple times, for her protective images are up again...
The iceball spell does its work, and from the roars of pain, you know that the ogres die in its searing cold.
"Indeed I will, but you shall help me..." Lucrecia intones with a soft, silky voice. Lym is drawn into the lamia matriarch's eyes, and nothing else seems to matter...
"Here I come ya oversized, no good, worthless...!" Thordak grumbles angrily as he heads toward Lucrecia.
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Just as he moves without a thought, he legs slide completely out from under him and he hits the ground, landing hard on his rump. "BLAST!" he yells, now even more furious.
Praxim grins wolfishly as the lamia becomes the only remaining opponent.
Tomaru expects her to try to make another escape and readies an action to counter her spell either with Dimension Door or his last Dispel Magic.
Also, if Lym rolls less than 20 on her save, Tomaru ill use Tugging the Strands on her giving her a reroll.
Seeing the way blocked, Kellen pulls a pike from the armory and makes his way back to the double doors in the hallway just to the left.
Assuming he doesn't run into any trouble, he checks the double doors sees what's in the room as carefully as possible.
I did forget my Spiritual Weapon though.
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Can I tell that Lym is controlled, because, frankly, I'm scared of her. I've seen her wield that falchion before. I'm standing right next to her. Not to mention her impressive magical talent. If I can, I'll drop the readied action and cast Protection from Evil on Lym, giving her another roll to shake off the control with a +2 morale bonus.
Praxim's arrows fill the hallway. One, destined for an eye, is thwarted by the mirror images, but another strikes true. The lamia matriarch grimaces in pain, but does not falter.
"Come to me dear," she says softly to Lym, "we have much to discuss, you and I. About lessons learned, and the power of your betters." She smiles evilly. "Mind the grease dear. Do take your time." Lym sets out to obey her newest friend, and learn as much as she can from the powerful creature. Fate, as it would have it, intervenes: two steps into the grease Lym's feet fly out from under her and she goes down in a heap next to Thordak.
Rhianni steps round the door and lets fly with her wand of Magic Missile.
Limmerick abruptly bursts from Lym's hood, shrieking not at the top of his voice - because two-legs wouldn't be able to hear - but within their pitiful range. The bat flutters above and around his master, continuing to scream as if in distress.
Limmerick abruptly bursts from Lym's hood, shrieking not at the top of his voice - because two-legs wouldn't be able to hear - but within their pitiful range. The bat flutters above and around his master, continuing to scream as if in distress.
" Lym, what are you doing? Stay in formation! Thordak, keep Lym down," Praxim says.
Perception: includes bonus to notive Lym acting unusual. "She's been mind controlled!"
Sitting up, "What?! Mind controlled?! Blast it all!" He then attempts to throw himself on the half-orc from his sitting position.
Thordak rolls over and grabs a hold of Lym's ankle. Tomaru falls into the grease next to the dwarf, but manages to cast a spell to try and save Lym.
Hearing the continuing racket going on the around the corner, Kellen furrows his brow as worry for his allies mixes with the barrier before him. Nothing ventured; nothing gained... he ruminates before attempting to cross the tentacles and head around the corner.