Caoilte ducks out of the way of the rolling ball of flame and heads toward one of the pesky fey. He give the canine like mite a good slash. The gremlin takes a step back and wrinkles its face.
Kat takes a pot shot at the gremlin in the window, but the arrow clunks in window sill.
Havelock sends arcane power through his ominous black blade. He slices at the nearest gremlin, hitting it twice and discharging arcing electric power into the small fey. The fey falls to the ground, bleeding.
Isador plunks another gremlin, but the arrow bounces off the tough little bugger.
The gremlins continue to harass the Archons!
The insect like gremlins throw debris and broken furniture at the party while taunting them in the language of the wood.
The last remaining dog face gremlin barks once pointedly at Caoilte and runs away into the forrest.
Tarek attempts to corral one of the gremlins, but the small fey is too nimble and slips the oracles grasp!
Eloriand dials into one of the remming gremlins. The creature winces but remains standing.
The flaming sphere begins to move, careening back into Caoilte. The fire once again burns the seasoned warrior.
A shimmer washes over Havelock.
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Feeling the odd shimmer, I think what it could be.
Not waiting around for, I move up to the pine cushion made gremlin that El has been shooting at and swing.
Missing gloriously, I hope my less that effective swordsmanship at least causes the creature to be distracted enough to allow El to nail it with more arrows.
The sphere of fire once again burns the party's warrior causing serious damage. The brave fighter moves away from the party in an attempt to draw the danger from his weaker allies. Tarek, ignoring the danger, rushes to Caoilte's aid and administers healing magic to the badly burned axe man.
Havelock shakes off the spell levied at him and strikes at the gremlin in the window but he cannot reach the little fey taunting the agents.
Havelock recognizes that spell levied at him was most likely a sleep spell.
The gremlin by the fountain hisses at the party and runs off into the night. Seeing the last of his fellows flee, the window gremlin disappears into the building. The flaming sphere stops and collapses on itself until it dissipates completely. About ten feet to Caoilte's south a tine dragon like creature winks into view. It gives Caoilte a malevolent stare then calmly flies off into the night, no longer wishing to take on the Archons without it army of gremlins.
As the fey forces flee, Mayor Ogden emerges from the chaotic crowd. Wind whipping her hair she fights the wind and makes her way to the party's location. Pathfinders! Thank you for defending my town against those blasted fey. I hate to add to the complexity of the situation, but as you were fighting the gremlins I saw another group of them enter the clock tower from over there she points to the tower, indicating the gremlins entered from the east I am sure I do not have to tell you what those little monsters can do to the experiment! She offers the agents a pleading look.
The Archons, sensing their task is at hand, heed Mayor Ogden's warning and head to the clock tower. They arrive after a minute only to discover the door of the clocktower locked. The first floor windows are similarly locked, but Kat spies an open window on the second floor. The door does not appear to have any locking mechanism to tinker with but may be forced. The window locks are quite complex and will likely take a full minute of work to even attempt to jimmy.
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Darn, its locked, guess we can't get in. Shall we go back to the inn?
With a smirk, I shake my head. With a lowered voice We got to get in. I say we try to forced this door, while our more nimble and graceful sister try to get in through the second floor. The noise might distract the fey. We all go in the first way we can...as a team.
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Before we go rushing in, I think we need a better plan. We have no way to injur these Fey without magic or cold iron. I have no spells to aid us with this issue. Tarek looks to Eloriand as he begins to reach for his scroll case a remove a parchment I do not have a flask but if you have an idea that will help then I will search a shop for one Tarek then turns to Caoilte as he begins to prep his healing scroll. Let's see if we can patch you up a bit more
Tarek begins reciting the divine words of healing
Tarek and Havelock take a moment to plan the Archons' next move. Tarek, seeing Caoilte still heavily damaged from the gloom dragon's magic flame sphere, expends some more if his innate divine power to heal the party warrior.
As Havelock sizes up the door, he believes it may give if enough force is used.
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I can attempt to force the door. There's room for some help in that. Caoilte looks up to the closest window. Kat, y'know these things nearly killed me and I wasn't doing a ton of hurt back. It's your call but, but if you go in through a window you might find yourself in a scrap and cut off from help.
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Isador watches Caolite as he sizes up the door. It does not seem too tough, I bet that one swift kick will send it wide open.
Glancing up towards the windows. I am sure that Kat and I can make short work of any locking mechanisms but I would prefer to just use the front door. He glances towards Caoilte. Now is a good time to use the universal lock pick on that front door.
Caoilte uses his brawn to force open the front door of the clock tower after watching Havelock bounce off the door with a muffled whimper. Caoilte and Havelock enter the famed watch tower. The party once again sees the exposed gears of the tower and they turn and click to forward the time piece. Arcs of purple energy ripple from between the Clock Tower’s gears and the white stones of the walls. The pungent scent of ozone and fresh rain fills the room, and from above, the screeching sounds of metal twisting and wood breaking echoes down, hinting that there my be forces at work messing with the mechanisms upstairs.
The pair of fighters spy a strange sight in the corner of this floor. A large sack is bouncing up and down, grumbling and grunting in a strange low pitch gibber. The magically altered thing seems to take note of the recent visit and turns menacingly toward the party.
Initiative Order:
- Eloriand
- Kat
- Havelock
- SACK
- Isador
- Tarek
- Caoilte
If anyone attempts to move through a square occupied by gears, they must make an Acrobatics check. The party is able to tell the gears will damage anyone who falls into them for any reason.
The party makes a hurried but cautious entry into the tower, not sure of what to make of the situation.
Eloriand gives the turning hears of the tower a wide berth as he moves into the area.
Kat moves into position and takes cover behind the frame of the entryway door. She draws her bow.
Havelock moves towards the stairs, eyeing the strange animated sack.
The sack jumps up once more and wails something undecipherable. It hops toward the party. Once it closes 15 fit in slams onto the floor with an audible plop and the party can hear the clanging of metals and bottles coming from within the sack. Suddenly, the sack opens and it's "neck" begins to ungulate as contents spill forth launched at the party:
A longsword sails out of the sack in the direction of Eloriand. Fortunately, the sword falls well short of the ranger and lands on the tower floor with a loud clang.
Next, a club sails forth in a rapid fashion, striking Havelock in the face, bouncing off his skull and leaving a noticeable gash on his forehead.
In rapid succession, the sack launches another barrage at Havelcok and a smoldering flask launches at the magus, striking him causing the burning alchemist's fire to spread onto his person. The flames ignite, burning Havelock and do not extinguish.
The fire splashes Caoilte.
Lastly, the sack launches another flask at Havelock but this one falls short, breaking upon the floor of the tower, spilling forth its steaming bubbling contents. The acid burns and smolders where it lands.
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Tarek watches in horror and amusement as the scene unfolds before him. Watching as Havelockk bursts into flames, Tarek calls upon his innante ability to create water over the Magus' head and hopes it is enough to extinguish the fire
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Effect up to 2 gallons of water/level
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
This spell generates wholesome, drinkable water, just like clean rain water. Water can be created in an area as small as will actually contain the liquid, or in an area three times as large—possibly creating a downpour or filling many small receptacles. This water disappears after 1 day if not consumed.
Note: Conjuration spells can't create substances or objects within a creature. Water weighs about 8 pounds per gallon. One cubic foot of water contains roughly 8 gallons and weighs about 60 pounds.
The Archons engage the angry sack, though they cannot fathom what forces brought the cloth bag to life nor why it is so aggressive.
Isador snaps off a shot at the angry bundle of cloth but his hurried shot misses wide.
Tarek runs to aid the smoking magus, calling forth his innate divine power to summon a gout of water from the ether. Water pours from Tarek's hands and extinguishes the flames.
Caoilte advances and attacks the angry sack like a hungry sailor. He gives the animated bag a mighty chop, cutting through the cloth and causing the thing to screech loudly. The bag shakes and bounces and turns its attention to Caoilte.
The Archons continue their game of whack a sack!
Eloriand fires off an arrow and buries it into the cloth. The sack is angry.
Kat continues to take cover from the animated cloth bag.
Havelock unleashes arcane might, blasting the sack with magic missiles.
The sack, fully enraged by the attacks, attacks the nearest foe, Caoilte. The sack slams against the warriors armor without effect.
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The party fully engages the sack!
Caoilte, not taking kindly to almost being engulfed, takes a mighty swing at the sad sack and cleaves the thing in half. Numerous items, vials, and a few weapons spill forth from the split sack and the clothed menace ceases its movement.
Once the sack has been deflated, a small blue fey man appears out of nowhere, Cerotious! He flies over to the party. Pathfinders! Oh thank the heavens and streams you have come. I feared that old supply sack would be the ned of me, really. The small fey dramatically places the back of his hand to his forehead but quickly regains his composure. I believe a surge of energy from the First World gave that nasty sack it bad disposition. In any event, I have no idea what in the world is going on upstairs, but it sounds like the whole tower is being torn apart. I am NOT going up there, but I will not leave. Not when the town and her honor needs me. Not much gets by me, so I will watch the door and let you know if anyone, or anything, tries to follow you. Cerotious prepares to hunker down for guard duty then appears as if he suddenly remembers something. [b]Oh dear! I nearly forgot. Here, take this. I am not sure what it is frankly, but it literally appeared out of nowhere when I entered the tower. I snatched it from the air. I feel it may be important at some juncture.[/ooc] The blue fey man holds out a piece of parchment.
The gears move and churn, their mechanical clicking echoing throughout the tower. In the distance, the party hears the telltale laugh of the small mischievous fey they encountered earlier.
If anyone attempts to move through a square occupied by gears, they must make an Acrobatics check. The party is able to tell the gears will damage anyone who falls into them for any reason. So the hears will likely hold her weight but navigating them is a bit tricky and can lead to ouches. Kat did not understand any of the sack's ramblings.