The green-coat shakes her staff angrily at Dave, and never sees the fell blow from Abraxi’s axe that ends her short life.
As the Pathfinders wonder what is coming next, a humanoid corpse that had been floating in the mucky water to the west, slowly rises, directing a rasping cry of hunger in your direction.
The soft, disembodied whisper can again be heard ECHOING around the cavernous interior.
Something is casting haste.
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Abraxi peers around the whale's interior as he searches out the source of the whispering, then turns his attention back the creature approaching.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Abraxi appears to concentrate as his form begins to waver and morph, muscles rippling as he begins taking on goblinoid characteristics.
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Steve wakes from another narcoleptic bout and moves next to Omar. Ready to fall asleep again, Steve yawns.
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Dave cannot determine the location of the caster. He levels his gun at the muck-laded abomination and fires!
Omar continues twirling his naginata over the fallen swashbucklers as if to say … This is how you do it! before nearly dropping his weapon again.
Abraxi has as much luck locating the whisperer as Dave, and decides to cast a spell.
Steve attempts to cast a slumber hex on the harbor parasite but it fails with the creature being out of range. He then scoots his tired ol’ bones to the east near Omar.
Manius waits for further information about his opponents to be *ahem* revealed, before deciding where to attack.
Jake wades out to take the battle to the enemy!
A young Vudran woman materializes out of Fat Harbor air and screams in the direction of the helm. “Traitors to the Crown! I find you guilty of sedition and sentence you to Death by Hell Fire!”
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As the pea-like projectile lands amongst the bridge-crew, it’s like all the oxygen in the whale is sucked into that spot, before the conflagration explodes out in a 20’ radius.
The whale’s damp, rubbery walls absorb the shock and heat surprisingly well. The same cannot be said for its occupants. With no time to react, Poppo and Phelerosa are there encouraging each another one second, and are two piles of steaming ash the next.
With the whale coming to a shuddering halt, Olandril fights through the burning pain into the ritual circle. “I can probably keep us moving for a time, but I doubt I’ll survive another shot like that!”
The zombie-thing moves with unnatural speed 30’ towards Jake before suddenly stopping, as if it’s a Numerian construct waiting for an instruction.
Manius: -20 or -10 hp
Phelerosa: =Dead=
Poppo: =Dead=
Olandril: -10 hp
As Jake approaches the rotting creature and lifts his blade, it triggers a action from both the ‘zombie’ AND the strange nautilus shell it wears like a hat.
Both the zombie’s arm slam and the nautilus’ tentacle slap miss the Armored Freedom Fighter.
Jake's horizontal swing eviscerates the creature at navel height. His blade makes short work of the creature’s rotten clothing and skin, resulting in rank brown-green intestines spewing forth from its gut along with enough methane and rotten egg gas to set off harmless secondary explosions amongst the items left smouldering in the fireball’s wake.
As the zombie collapses with a SPLASH, its ‘shell-helmet’ begins flagellating its tentacles to remain afloat in the Whale pond.
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As the fireball fills the area Manius franctially tries to dive infront of the people behind him, trying to shield them with his body
..but somehow he ends up being very athletic and turns the flat side of his body into the blast causing most of it to miss him and fully engulf the people he was trying to protect.
" ..well they look like toast, that's a shame.."
Manius surges forward to try to extract revenge for the fall
Manius’ athleticism helps him avoid the worst of the eldritch fire. He advances through the water to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Jake.
Manius: -10 hp
Phelerosa: =Dead=
Poppo: =Dead=
Olandril: -10 hp
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Dave's eyes narrow in anger as two individuals he knew are reduced to ash. For a change, he says nothing, but calmly reloads his revolver (with an alchemical cartridge as a move action). He then takes aim at the caster.
Dave readies an action to shoot the caster if they take any offensive action. Since Dave does not have spellcraft, he considers any spellcasting offensive.
After throwing down his polearm in disgust, Omar considers doing the same with his bow as his arrow strikes the blubber wall beside the caster.
Six mirrored images of the caster pull the arrow out of the wall, holding it aloft like a trophy as she blows the skald a kiss.
Abraxi moves up and chops squid-y into calamari. The tiefling decides ‘Squid-y’ needs a new name. "I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy!"
Dave adopts a two-handed Weaver stance, lines up the floating caster with both of his eyes open and waits …
Manius: -10 hp
Phelerosa: =Dead=
Poppo: =Dead=
Olandril: -10 hp
Seeing Dave eyeing them over his iron sights, the six images of Loyalist Caster laugh in unison. “1 in 6 shot, Pathfinder! I like those odds.”
The Loyalist in blue floats 20’ to the south and casts glitterdust over Abraxi, Jake, Manius and Bird.
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
“Actually, no.”
The Vudran caster is inhumanly calm.
“Once I’ve slowed your muscle, I’m going to kill the old elf, then the young helf, then blow a hole in the side of this ridiculous vessel and leave the armored meatheads to drown.”
The caster purses her lips as if she’s considering something. “I suppose I could do you that favor, gunslinger ...”
“Do you want to die by firestorm or drowning?”
*Sigh* Give someone two choices and they always choose the THIRD.
"Wow... I never figured I'd get to pick how I died...."
“That’s good. Because now you don’t.”
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Steve will move into range this time and then use his Slumber Hex.
Bird runs in circles even less coordinated than before!
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Manius blinks his eyes a few times inside his massive helmet..which seems to have shielded his eyes from the worst of the glittering lights and wades into the water to try to wash of some of the sparkles
Having troubles plowing through the knee deep water Manius struggles to get closer to the woman
(double move)
Dave shifts his aim to the left with his eyes closed, as Manius moves up confidently in front of his target.
Steve ‘Sandman’ Filksmen attempts to move within 30’ of the Loyalist, in order to recruit a new member into his favorite pastime. Unfortunately, the Whale pond prevents him from getting into range.
Jake is not as fortunate as Manius and collects an eyeful of glitter, slowing his progress towards his flying opponent.
You failed the Will save and have gained the Blinded condition.
Blinded: The creature cannot see.
It takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class, loses its Dexterity bonus to AC (if any), and takes a –4 penalty on most Strength- and Dexterity-based skill checks and on opposed Perception skill checks. All checks and activities that rely on vision (such as reading and Perception checks based on sight) automatically fail.
All opponents are considered to have total concealment (50% miss chance) against the blinded character. Blind creatures must make a DC 10 Acrobatics skill check to move faster than half speed. Creatures that fail this check fall prone.
Characters who remain blinded for a long time grow accustomed to these drawbacks and can overcome some of them.
Jake: Blinded (1/6)
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
Abraxi blinks the glitter out of his eyes and pushes past Steve towards his target.
Omar plucks a bow string instead of a mandolin and sends an arrow hurtling towards the spell-slinger.
The arrow connects with an image, *popping* it.
Jake: Blinded (1/6)
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
The caster maintains altitude, flying 20’ to the north.
"Now who did I promise to kill first? The old elf wasn't it?"
She again makes magical motions with her hands and a searing jet of fire streams forth from her palm at Steve.
Steve feels the blowtorch fly over him, hitting the blubber wall above his head and through the side of the whale. Fat Harbor water showers the elf through the partially melted flesh.
Jake: Blinded (2/6)
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
After Dave’s shot misses, he wades through the water towards the Loyal Citizen of Cheliax.
The caster looks down her nose at Omar in surprise. “Ask not that question, Young Pathfinder. For you risk learning the answer.”
Omar's accurately aimed arrow bounces off the real caster doing no visible damage to her.
“I am surprised you are drawing so much attention to yourself.”
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Manius gets up close and personal with the arcane artiste. “You’re a brave man.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
Jake: Blinded (2/6)
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
The arcanist raises an eyebrow at Dave’s comment. “I like you just fine. You can take it as well as give it – which is getting rarer these days.”
“In fact, I like you enough to have you stuffed with sawdust, mounted on pine and sealed with paraffin wax.”
She *shrugs* “Then when I get bored with you, I’ll set you alight with a spark and watch you burn.”
"Hmm ... that wasn't meant to happen."
Apparently unconcerned, she flies 30' to the east, provoking from Manius.
After waiting for this opportunity, Manny puts all of his frustration into his swing - and *pop* goes an image.
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
She sighs. “One must expect a few setbacks along the way. The outcome is not in doubt.”
Omar's arrow again finds the real target, but bounces off harmlessly.
She gazes at the skald with an open-palmed gesture. "See?"
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp
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A reheated and napping Elf wakes back up from another nap, narrowly avoiding incineration. "Wha? Did I fall asleep around the fire again?" He looses another yawn at the caster(s).
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The magic user forces herself not to yawn, before shrugging off Steve’s hex.
“It's just a bad dream, Grampa. Why don't you finish your nap and I’ll wake you when it’s over.”
Manius: -10 hp
Olandril: -10 hp