"Watch yourself, men," Dean calls out. "I'd lay a wager the bad fairy is still here, despite the fact that we can't see her. She didn't seem too happy with the results of her efforts, though, which may bode well for us." He takes a few quick strides forward and fires his hand crossbow at the spawn.
"Well that's not a stew I'd like to try. Time to send it bake to the chef! And I use the term loosely."
A2 for Wits, please!
Perception
Reynard's eyes narrow as he takes in the creature's expression.
Liastening closely for the sound of flapping wings, Reynard fires where he believes the quasit to be.
miss chance
Witz and Dean both shoot true, with gas tanks hissing, and bolts hitting home into the spawn. The Spawn moves forward in a rage at it's closest target, Emannual, it's limbs and bite flail, but it fails to do any damage. Emanual swings his sword, and breaks the creature clean in two, it lies in a heap on the floor.
Luc and Reynard fire bolts off into thin air, and elicit a high pitched screech in response.
A small silver dagger flies out at Luc, hitting him , and then returning to where it came from...
Dean was focussing too much on the visible threat to do more than flinch when the dagger appeared out of nowhere. "Well struck, Emanuel," he calls out. "I trust we won't be finding that meat on the menu in your restaurant however." Keeping his guard up, he holds his dueling cape at the ready to fend off attacks from the invisible fairy.
"There!" the aspiring celebrity chef shouts as he runs across the room, dropping his sword and trying to tackle the flying beastie.
Perception:
Wits sees the small imp appear and disappear, but his eyes keep locked on the spot where it went. Quickly reloading his crossbow, he fires!
Attack!
Damage:
Miss Chance:
Emanuel throws himself at the square he believes the thing to be in, but as his hand brushes against it, it slips through his grasp. While Dean moves to protect himself, Wits' shot has no visible (or audible) effect...
"Emmanuel! Do you have flour?"
"No flour today. I'm afraid we'll just have to roast this imp with au jus!"
Dean begins the incantation that will grant his eyes arcane sight, fixing his gaze in the direction Emanuel had lunged.
Focusing on the direction Emmanuel ran in Reynard scans the ground looking for drops of blood from the self inflicted cut.
Track
Focusing on the direction Emmanuel ran in Reynard scans the ground looking for drops of blood from the self inflicted cut.
Track1d20+6
You see a few splatters of green ichor, that could have come from the thing, but they are not in the region that the others are targeting...
"Why you slippery little devil!" Emanuel attempts to grab the imp once again.
Looking above the area where the drops seem to end, Reynard holds his shot waiting for the moment the creature would appear.
Luc fires at the imp with his crossbow, aiming at the same general spot as Wits. "I must say, Luc is not much for fighting what can't be seen, mon amis."
Visibly frustrated at the truth of his words as his bolt hits the stone wall cleanly.
Emanuel, and Luc, both have less luck than they would like with their attacks, and a low cackling moves faintly across the room, a dagger flashes out, and strikes Emanuel .
Luc reloads his crossbow and attempts, again, to hit the unseen creature.
Given the amount of trouble that everyone is having in hitting the invisbile imp, Wits will wander closer to the strange well and see if he make any sense of it.
"You've read my mind little man. Let's have a look." Emanual moves to pick up his sword, then to join Witz by the well.
Dean feels the creeping sensation up the back of his neck which indicates the presence of arcane energy, but he ignores it and goes on intently concentrating.
Noticing that Ninian's eyes are glowing blue and that he seems to be concentrating on something, Emanuel draws his heavy mace and moves to protect him.
Reynar's shot is nowhere close to the malicious little quasit.
Bolts fly everywhere, but none stop and disappear in mid air, so it's a good bet that none hit anything....
From over the blue pool, a low muttering can be heard in a language that none of you recognise. Nothing happens, but those of you who have studied the arcane arts can tell that a spell is being cast....
"Okay, my little friend. Maybe I can guess right this time." He says as he reloads his crossbow, takes aim at nothing, and fires in the area of the muttering.
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"Okay, my little friend. Maybe I can guess right this time." He says as he reloads his crossbow, takes aim at nothing, and fires in the area of the muttering.
1d20 + 5
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Luc's bolt flies true over the pool, and winks out of existence. At the same time, a loud and piercing shriek echos around the room, the chanting also stops.
Remembering what previously emerged from the pool, Reynard keeps his crossbow trained on the odd waters.
"Good show! Keep that up!" Turning to Manny or anyone else nearby: "I've heard of things like this. They're called runewells, but this seems to be a particularly small one. I wonder if the beast's blood triggers it?"
** spoiler omitted **
Indeed it is, young Dean, indeed it is.
"It's still there," Dean warns the others, pointing to the air above the large pool, "or something is. I don't suppose anyone has a net?"
"We should only be so lucky." Luc responds to Dean's affirming that the creature still lives.
Wits is good. He's just hanging out, pondering the magic of the pool and its implications.
"You'll not get away that easy!" Emanuel screams as he leaps across the pool trying to tackle the invisible fiend.
"You'll not get away that easy!" Emanuel screams as he leaps across the pool trying to tackle the invisible fiend.
Emanual jumps, and belly flops into the ice-cold water of the pool.
As he raises his head above water, he feels claws, and teeth sink into his flesh.
"Oh my! Somethings in here!"
What is that overgrown brute doing? This is no time for a swim! Luc thinks to himself as he reloads his crossbow, with hope that he can hit "nothing" again.
"I think Luc has a bead on you, mon ami diabolique. Let's see if he can make you suffer a little more." He again aims at nothing and fires.
Dean lets loose a surprised curse as his erstwhile bodyguard suddenly flies past him and splashes him with cold water. Desperately, he keeps his concentration, though, knowing he's the only one who can see the magical aura. He hopes that the rest of the group can fish Emanuel out -- and that what he's watching isn't just a decoy as the invisible imp flits up behind him ready to strike.
Reynard's hunter's instincts blot out all distractions as he sights his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to fire.
Confirmation