Mikey Jay drinks one of his potions of fly.
I have a potion to let you fly, Koran.... I'll get it to you in a sec here....
Koran gulps down the potion and realizes he won't have enough time to get to Mephos. The Giant winds back and hurls Mjolnir at his former companion.
Marcus cringes away from the flames, stepping backwards out of their reach reflexively.
Pushing down his urge to immediately retaliate, or protect himself from the flames, he decides that increasing the abilities of his allies is the best option, for now.
He concentrates and sends out a wave of energy, speeding the limbs and minds of his companions.
Radsworth had been quiet since coming home from the silver tower. Distant.. numb. He had locked himself in with his books and ignored everyone.
Even her.
Her training as a ninja had been going well, but it was increasingly obvious she didn't possess the skills required to help the Fierce Ones directly. Instead, she did what she could to soothe Radsworth, her de-facto father, ever since his less than joyous homecoming.
Even the news that their new home would be under attack barely stirred him. He just nodded, and disappeared into one book or another. She feared he would ignore the call to defend.
She sat quietly, hugging her knees watching from a distant as the Fierce Ones began their battle, engaged by Mephos and his arial forces. Only when vast walls of flame sprung up did she notice a familiar silhouette, walking towards the fight. Not too broad, of average height, and sporting a tall top-hat that seemed to wiggle every so slightly on it's own.
Radsworth doesn't register so much as a curse as the wall of flame sprouts up before him. He had long since used the last charge from his confiscated necklace, and wouldn't have brought it to this fight regardless.
He looks up and observes Mephos, holding no sympathy or fellowship towards the traitor. Another Cthulu spawn to to leave writhing on the ground... except that Mephos would see hell before he died. Radsworth or one of the others would see to that.
Radsworth had already cast both his mage armor and false life spells. The next one was to make sure that he delivered a present right to the heart of Mephos.
He begins chanting in the wispy and ephemeral language of divination...something he usually struggled with. In this case, it's worth the extra effort.
(Casting - Named Bullet on his initiative)
Levinson quickly shifts from swearing at the fireball to muttering an incantation in a blend of ancient Hebrew and Infernal causing Kepler to swell in size to gigantic proportions.
The Eidolon takes to the air with a beat of his massive wings and charges for the sacred sorceress.
On his turn.
Koran gulps down the potion and realizes he won't have enough time to get to Mephos. The Giant winds back and hurls Mjolnir at his former companion.
[dice=Thrown Mjolnir (3 increments)]1d20+11
[dice=Damage]4d6+1d6+20
Drinking the potion is a standard action, so Koran's attack with Mjolnir must occur the following round....
Note that wall of fire grants no saving throw....
[dice=Levinson Reflex vs DC]1d20+6+2
[dice=Kepler Reflex vs DC]1d20+3Levinson quickly shifts from swearing at the fireball to muttering an incantation in a blend of ancient Hebrew and Infernal causing Kepler to swell in size to gigantic proportions.
The Eidolon takes to the air with a beat of his massive wings and charges for the sacred sorceress.
[dice=Claw Power Attack]1d20+16+2-2
[dice=Claw Damage]3d6+11+4[dice=Confirm Critical]1d20+16+2-2
[dice=Critical Damage]3d6+11+4
The sorcerer screams in agony as Kepler's claw rends her flesh.... She reels in the saddle but remains upright, her robe a tattered, bloody mess after the eidolon's raptor-like attack!
[dice=Reflex vs DC ?]1d20+9
Radsworth doesn't register so much as a curse as the wall of flame sprouts up before him. He had long since used the last charge from his confiscated necklace, and wouldn't have brought it to this fight regardless.
He looks up and observes Mephos, holding no sympathy or fellowship towards the traitor. Another Cthulu spawn to to leave writhing on the ground... except that Mephos would see hell before he died. Radsworth or one of the others would see to that.
Radsworth had already cast both his mage armor and false life spells. The next one was to make sure that he delivered a present right to the heart of Mephos.
He begins chanting in the wispy and ephemeral language of divination...something he usually struggled with. In this case, it's worth the extra effort.
(Casting - Named Bullet on his initiative)
I'm unfamiliar with named bullet--what are it's effects?
Lol! ;)
In that case Koran will drink the potion and then move up towards Mephos.
In that case Koran will drink the potion and then move up towards Mephos.
He is 20 ft up and about 40 ft back from west edge of the platform you are on.
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M/DF (an item from the selected creature or creature type)
Range touch
Target one piece of ammunition or one thrown weapon
Duration 10 minutes/level or until discharged
Saving Throw Will negates (harmless, object); Spell Resistance yes (harmless, object)
You imbue the target with deadly accuracy against a selected creature type (and subtype for humanoids or outsiders) or a specific creature you know and can name. When used against the selected creature, the ammunition never misfires and is unaffected by concealment (but not total concealment), and at a range of 30 feet or less, the attack targets the selected creature's touch AC. When the target hits the selected creature, you must overcome that creature's spell resistance, or this spell has no effect. A normal hit scored using the target against the selected creature is considered to be a critical threat and deals 1 extra point of damage per caster level (maximum 20), which is not multiplied on a critical hit. A natural critical hit deals the same extra damage, but that damage is multiplied due to the critical.
Once the target is used to attack the selected creature, successfully or not, this spell is discharged.
** spoiler omitted **
Cool spell, thanks....
Yingzen!
Sacred sorcs!
Levinson!
Daisy!
Shantaks!
Mephos!
Marcus!
Koran!
Derrik!
Mikey Jay!
Death priest!
Radsworth!
Necromancer!
Eeeeeeek!!
Casts freedom of movement on his shantak....
Hurls a fireball into the FOs' midst, which catches Derrik, MJ, Koran, and Yingzen in its blast radius, dealing fire damage (DC 18 Ref for half)!
Ref save vs DC 18 fireball....fails! MJ takes the full 37 fire damage!
OOOOOOOUUUUCH!! You f%~@ing asswipe!!
Eeek!
Derrik! Then round 2!
Eeeek!
Yeah, you are kinda stuck on a limited platform perfect for fireball bombardment lol....
However, if you specify you are using one of the six big boulders for cover, you get the usual bonuses (+4 to AC vs ranged attacks, +2 to Reflex saves vs blast effects)....
True, you are flying, so you might actually have been out of the fireball blast, in fact.... I'll give you benefit of the doubt and rule that you were....
Let's proceed with round 2, Derrik will catch up when he can....
Derrik sighs as his investigation of Levinson is interrupted by the well planned and executed ENEMY ATTACK.
Pre-Round
Derrik stops his sudden peering into Levinson's soul.. as the enemy approaches " You will show me ... Where your allegiances lie in this fight... I will know afterward. Levinson" As h primes the Rifle in his hands setting up his shot.
Round 1
Derrik is bombarded with Fire from Above and a wall of the sickly flames upon his level, powering through it.. the runes upon his armor alight.. seeping into his weapon.. its force growing bright and changing to the size of an Anti-tank Rifle. "KNOW THAT WE STAND HERE AGAINST YOU! AND THAT WE WILL NOT FALTER! YOUR TERROR SHALL BE STOPPED AND REPLACED WITH THE TERROR YOU HOLD FOR US.. THE FIERCE ONES!" The energy forming into his body and exploding outwards.. a menacing Red aura enveloping Derrik. The spell completes.. Judgement is upon them.
yingzen moves behind a boulder to use it for cover as he pulls out one of his healing potions,
yingzen moves behind a boulder to use it for cover as he pulls out one of his healing potions,
Mephos is 40 ft west and 20 ft above you....
Burn!! Burn in the sacred fires of R'lyeh!!
Concentration vs DC 23 to cast defensively with Kepler in her grill....fails! Her attempts to roast the martial FOs between two walls of fire fizzle with the threat of another slash of Kepler's monstrous talon looming so near....
Great Father! Heal my friends!
Flying 30 ft up and 20 ft west to bring all of her allies into range, Daisy spreads her arms like wings and channels pos energy to heal all FOs of damage, the medicine bag around her neck glowing brightly!
Mephos' shantak hovers in place, beating up a storm with mighty wings, and seeing that Koran has just come within reach of its bite, lashes out its slimy, horse-like head on its serpentine neck and CHOMP!! damage to Koran!
The sacred sorc's shantak hovers and snaps at Kepler....bite CHOMP!! damage to Kepler!
The other two shantaks bear their riders closer to the FOs' location, so that they form a rank with Mephos' shantak about 30 ft west of and 20 ft higher than the precipice....
The "playmate" Mephos summoned with the Rod of Faust materializes fully this round....a towering, horned, winged, red-skinned devil, by it's thoroughly evil appearance!
It emits a horrifying, rumbling clucking that might be diabolical laughter....
Then, it utters a rumbling incantation familiar to the FOs by now, and drops a fireball on its own central location on the battle station, catching everyone but Koran and Kepler (who are hovering over the canyon 15-20 ft west of the precipice) and Daisy (10 ft higher than the apex of the blast), and dealing fire damage (DC 19 Ref for half)!
Mephos himself, still just out of Koran's reach, chuckles at his erstwhile "ally", and points the Rod at him, uttering an arcane word that seems to resonate with stunning power....
Koran is stunned for rounds!
Ref save vs DC 19 fireball barely fails, and MJ takes the full 45 fire damage from the devil's fireball!
YYEEEEEOOOWWWW!!!! Son-of-a-buttf@##er!!!
Marcus groans in agony as the flames wash over him.
This is what I get for trying to help out the group first.
Marcus heals himself.
Burns mostly healed he sprouts shadowy wings and flies back and up a bit.
Derrik braves the onslaught of fire rained down upon them, something was needed to be done.. the FOs would not withstand much more of this. With a calm demeanor, Derrik lines a shot up at the Necromancer's Shantak, planting his weight on his back foot as an explosive power rings from the AK47-turned Anti-Shantak Rifle in three consecutive bursts aimed for head, neck and body.. trying to drop the creature and its owner to the ground. The area around him , as well as his entire body, shakes and releases small tremors from each shot.
The first shot streaming towards the creature's eye!
Once again the fires lick at Derrik in his armor, rolling over it and heating it to a scolding degree, steam rolling off his form, yet the majority of the burst seems to have been deflected by the runes upon his armor. He turns his attention towards The Fierce Ones. " NEUTRALIZE THEIR MOBILITY AND DON'T LET ANY LEAVE ALIVE! KEEP ON THE PRESSURE WITH METHOS AND THE REST" Letting the runic Rifle fall to his waist-side held by his right hand, his left fist points to the Devil.. " I'LL HANDLE THIS DEVIL! COME CREATURE OF HELL AND RUE THE DAY YOU ALLIED WITH THE GREAT OLD ONE! FOR THERE IS A GREATER ENTITY... THE FIERCE ONES! "
1d20+11
Marcus groans in agony as the flames wash over him.
This is what I get for trying to help out the group first.
Marcus heals himself.
4d8+9
Burns mostly healed he sprouts shadowy wings and flies back and up a bit.
MJ takes your advise and chooses the +2 on attack/AC/etc option....
** spoiler omitted **
Derrik braves the onslaught of fire rained down upon them, something was needed to be done.. the FOs would not withstand much more of this. With a calm demeanor, Derrik lines a shot up at the Necromancer's Shantak, planting his weight on his back foot as an explosive power rings from the AK47-turned Anti-Shantak Rifle in three consecutive bursts aimed for head, neck and body.. trying to drop the creature and its owner to the ground. The area around him , as well as his entire body, shakes and releases small tremors from each shot.
[Dice=Heroic Blessed Divine Destructive Anti-Shantak Shot: Touch]1d20+19; 1d10+10+2d6
[Dice=Heroic Blessed Divine Destructive Anti-Shantak Shot: Touch]1d20+19; 1d10+10+2d6
[Dice=Heroic Blessed Divine Destructive Anti-Shantak Shot: Touch]1d20+14;
1d10+10+2d6The first shot streaming towards the creature's eye!
[Dice=Confirm Heroic Blessed Divine Destructive Anti-Shantak Shot: Touch]1d20+19; 3d10+30
The first two shots strike true, the first exploding the shantak's right eye like a rotten pumpkin, the second ripping into a delicate wing bone, eliciting two screechy squawks from the shantak, but it reflexively dodges the third of Derrik's shots.... 61 total damage, if my math is correct....
Koran, a short flight indeed (5-ft shift) brings you within 10 ft of Mephos or his shantak, which I believe is your reach as a Large tiefling....
Mikey Jay roars in rage and pain, and springs from the precipice up 20 ft, clearing the searing curtain of arcane fire, and then 20 ft west, bringing him within reach of Mephos and his shantak (and drawing an AoO from the shantak)....
DIE, UGLY HORSE-DRAGON OF CTHULHU!!!!
Sword of Sif slices deep into the shantak's neck, dealing slashing plus holy plus acid plus electricity damage!