Miagnik took Hallister's word for it and ran forward as the Dwarf pummeled his way into the skeleton before him.
Stephanie, having heard the basic gist moves forward to just behind moralane and casts a spell of grease on the hallway.
Here's hoping I can be useful in this, even if fighting them was foolish.
Windel moves forward at double speed to A: 5 then decides to release a channel surge to injure the skeletons. He lets the battle play out to see if his divine powers need to be channeled.
Suddenly pressed in, Mae ducks the attentions of the dread bony assailant, and returns the favor.
Free Action Enter Rage
Standard Action: Attack skeleton in A8
[BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -2 PA]
[+3 Str, +6 PA]
RD 1: Rownig
He will feint (MA with his improved feint feat)
You can also use Bluff to feint in combat, causing your opponent to be denied his Dexterity bonus to his AC against your next attack. The DC of this check is equal to 10 + your opponent’s base attack bonus + your opponent’s Wisdom modifier. If your opponent is trained in Sense Motive, the DC is instead equal to 10 + your opponent’s Sense Motive bonus, if higher.
If successful the skeleton is without it's dex bonus and subject to sneak damage even if he did not have a dex bonus.
light warhammer ;
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If a rogue can catch an opponent when he is unable to defend himself effectively from her attack, she can strike a vital spot for extra damage.
The rogue's attack deals extra damage anytime her target would be denied a Dexterity bonus to AC (whether the target actually has a Dexterity bonus or not), or when the rogue flanks her target. This extra damage is 1d6 at 1st level, and increases by 1d6 every two rogue levels thereafter. Should the rogue score a critical hit with a sneak attack, this extra damage is not multiplied. Ranged attacks can count as sneak attacks only if the target is within 30 feet.
Round 2
Miagnik felt the flames build up in his hands. He had wanted to catch as many of the skeletal foes as he could. He watched as the guard filled into the hallway before them blocking their path... then an idea struck him. Rather than unleashing the small burst of flames normally, he called forth more fire. In his mind he called forth one of the rolling, spongy, tangible balls of flame but instead of letting it form, he crushed it.
Lifting his hands into the air, he let the flames build until he could almost feel his hands burning from the insides.
"Okagaan Rhogec Mac." A moment later the flames jetted out of his hands, flying farther and faster than before. Immolating all before them.
Windel contemplates the situation and directs, "Hal...Rownig spearh'd that breach git in there." He then touches Hal and grants him a +2 melee damage for 1/rd. (battle rage)
"Yow!!! Damn you bony wreck! Have this!!! Mae screams, attemptig to crush the metal encased calcific nightmare.
Round 2
Standard Action: Attack skeleton in A8 again.
[BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -2 PA]
[+3 Str, +6 PA]
RD 2:
rownig will fake the skeleton in A:8,
He will feint (MA with his improved feint feat)
Smashing down with his warhammer,
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He misses wide.
[-1 "half-chain" armor]
Mae slipslides across the grease to smash the skeleton...
Stephanie snaps a few gestures as she sees the wall of fire and Maelodakh follow swiftly after. Wouldn't do to have my spell cause problems for my allies. With that thought in mind she cancels the effect of grease.
" Moralane I an going to move forward a little bit, I don't know if it will be needed but I can't help everyone when I can't see whats going on.
Moving forward Stephanie pulls up behind Hallister unsure what precisely she can do to help at this point. That fire cone was impressive. I wonder how many of the skeletons survived.
Hal moves in next to Mae and swings his axe again.
RD 3 Windel
"Keep pressin'! He will will move to A:7 if it is open if it is not then the closes open hex.
Round 3:
Miagnik saw as Maelodakh clearly hit her stride in battle as she dodged the many swings of the Skeletons.
"Not bad Mae, you been learning from Hal?" As he spoke he darted forward to get in front of the skeletons. He made sure to try and dodge the inevitable swing from the skeleton and catch them all in a more familiar blast of fire.
"Rhogec Mac!"
Mae screams again as the metal clashes around her, chipping stone and clanging against her armor/bracers.
"Halberds?!?!?! Big halberds? Auuughh!!!!"
She swings again, a little fear creeping in to drive her...
Round 3 or 4
Standard Action: Attack skeleton in B9.
[BAB, +3 Str, +1 mwk, -2 PA]
[+3 Str, +6 PA]
After the assault of Mae, Hallister and Ronwig combined with the flames of Miagnik the remaining skeletons seeming burn cinders of themselves. Like I'd thought they have it well in hand. But I can try to pick off that one, looks like it might still be able to move.
From down the hal she snaps off a short spell in Dwarven.
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With a frown Stephanie snaps her fingers and speaks more dwarven words, the smoke being pushed above the party and ash collected in a corner as the gnome indulges her preferences of cleanliness. He's very useful but I wish Miagnik spells could clean themselves up. Rather than making a big mess of everything.
With the smoke rising quickly and tiny dust devils of ash depositing themselves in the corner of the hallway Stephanie seems much more satisfied with the state of affairs.
" I hope none of you inhaled much of that, I don't know the nature of their revival but if the Necromantic magics that keep them active is connected to their corporeal bodies then it could cause problems inside your lungs. Burned skeleton and iron isn't something I'd want in on me in the best of circumstances though, mush less Evil burned skeleton and iron."
The gnome elaborates as she continues her efforts in cleaning, first the burned corpses and then moving onto her party members.
"Mae could you turn around, I think you have a bone cinder clinging to your ear but I can't see it from where I am."
"I'm just glad everyone's alright, hopefully more of our battles are like this one rather than the encounter we had before. Stephanie thinks as she looks at the various warriors in her group I don't think I'd imagine being here in even my most vivid nightmares, what a strange way the world has turned. I wonder what father and mother would say if they could see me.
Stephanie is taken out of her thoughts with a jostle from her companion Whiskey barrel who looks to her with concern.
Stephanie absently chances the target of her spell and nods
"No I'm alright, I was just thinking about what father and mother would think of all this. It's strange really th..."
And all witness a strange event as Stephanie blinks, once, twice and her right eye twitches. Brain restarted she looks again at the oddity in front of her
"What?"
The Gnome states, a mix of confusion and disbelief as she looks her companion over.
the owl hoots and Stephanie laughs.
"How surreal, all that talk of illusions and traditional goblin magic must have flavored my thoughts. After all, familiars can't do that until their masters have gained quite a stock of power."
Looking to her group she sighs.
"Windel, Halister, do you know if skeletons are hallucinogenic? Whiskey barrel is talking."
The owl in question puffs its chest in irritation looking at the Gnome.
"Don't know 'bout skeleton ash being hallucinogenic...but too much Whiskey from a barrel sure can be." He chuckles. "Whiskey Barrel..git it." The dwarf belly laughs.
*on whether ash can be hallucinognic
He stared, grinning at the ashen skeletons before him. A feeling of exultation coursing through him. Stronger... my flames have become so much stronger than before.
"I wouldn't worry too much Stephanie, I incinerated the necromantic magic holding them together. Fire is the great cleanser of things."
I can burn all of this away.
He started to walk past the stairs to where the skeletons came out from. Then stopped as Stephanie began to laugh.
He half turned and eyed her and the hooting Owl, a moment of concern shot over his face. Oh no, Stephanie you can't be...
Then he recalled hearing about Wizards and their Familiars from one of the members of the order of Mafolin, and he sighed in relief.
"I don't think you're hallucinating. I've heard of cases like these before. Only the master can speak to their Familiar or hear their Familiar speak."
With that, Miagnik walks over into the room where the skeletons had been and begins examining it.
rowing check the step for trap.
Mae calms down. She huffs a little, and puffs a lot. She looks at the remains of the battle. Ash. And that's about it. She shrugs. And after giving Rownig's activities a cursory glance pads off after Miagnik.
Miagnik looks back at the rest of the group.
"I found a hidden door. Should we check it out?"
"We get sent t' rescue a princess an' when we bring her back she's gonna be talking to birds." Hal says rubbing temples with a sigh. "We're all gonna end up in the dungeons."
Trudging past the remains of the fight he kicked a halberd and sent it spinning through scattered charred bones.
"...which would probably seem like a vacation compared to this place."
Mae skips suddenly as a halberd spins, then grins at Miagnik's discovery, all thoughts of her opprobrium at his earlier familiarity forgotten.
"Let's check it. For traps. Then get the shinies. There will be shinies right?"" The aggressive little royal holds her head to one side half authoritatively and half quizzically to emphasize her request.
"First everyone gather 'round me, I need to send of the blessed energy of Praggul Strongfist, God of War to knit yer wounds."
'feel the warmth of his joy fer destroyin' those unnatur'l beasts."
Whiskey barrel, a mostly uniform owl of various browns looks at windel and huffs. The motion puffs his feathers out and grey bands appear on his torso while his increased volume of feathers make him look squatter and rounder. Almost like a liquor barrel with wings.
Stephanie looks to windel then back to Whiskey "No don't do that Whiskey that would be mean and you'd make a mess for me to clean up. Also windel is a dwarf. Just... yes. Go and follow Miagnik and investigate the hidden door he was talking about." Lacking much in the way of facial expression the owl can't exactly give a sour look as it flies off but its the thought that counts in such things.
With her distraction at least removed for a few moments Stephanie goes to address the rest of what was said.
"I knew mages could grant such powers to their familiars with enough time but I never expected I would be able to generate such so quickly. The master who taught me the basics said his took nearly three decades to gain enough power for that to happen. I just figured I was hallucinating rather than having gained a concerning amount of mystic strength in such a short amount of time. "
Frowning at the halberd making more mess the mage goes about moving the remaining mess to one corner of the corridor.
"You know I'm not actually royalty right Hallister? I.. I just act like what I've learned royals ought to. Maelodakh is the one in the position to inherit. I wouldn't worry about it though, I've occasionally talked to animals before. Something about my blood makes magic like that occur naturally on occasion. So no trips to the dungeons on my count please."
Stephanie states, shame on her face at the thought that she fooled Hallister.
Stephanie frowns before putting a hand to her face and sighing.
" What a wondrous power, I now know that my owl licks random rocks and has a fascination with bacon. Perhaps next I shall uncover the power to speak with left handed lizards or conjure tutu clad groundhogs."
Rownig enjoys the wash of healing energies and when his wounds have knitted up, he moves over to the hidden door Miagnik has found. He examines it for traps but relays, "I found a loose step in the hallway but I didn't have time to check it out in detail."
Heading into the not so secret doorway, Miagnik pushed it open more and moved through.
Mae listens attentively to her sis...half-sister. She nods when Stephanie proclaims her lack of royalty, and nods more vigorously when she herself is posited as the inheritor of royal...ness. She smiles at Stephanie's frustrated sigh.
"Once stripped of the unnecessary "tutu", those groundhogs might make scrumptious. So by all means sister. Bring forth dinner." Mae waves her hands in what she expects all to understand as appropriately arcane gesticulations.
"Ground'g makes a fine meal, stewed wit' some tatters, salt, and turnips."He slaps Mae on the back.
Hal blinks at Stephanie. "Wait, she's the... Not you?" Hal looked back and forth between the sisters for a moment and then just shrugged. "Guess it don't matter much down here anyways."
He tromped into the new room and looked around. "Open chest." he said moving closer to take a look at it. "Something important was kept here."