Hila reels from the attacks but ignores the centaur in favor of focusing the svathurim.
Hobbes fires off a set of arrows at the strange creature as well.
Rocky goes after his target
Percy dashes up to Silence and tries to help him out by melting some of the ice.
Eyes glittering like emeralds, Sigrun lets the pain take her to a place deep within, unleashing the rage in her blood, the fury of an icy white dragon. She locks eyes with the massive creature, her body already beginning to repair itself, to become stronger, unstoppable. Dropping her hammer, she draws the deadly spear from across her back. A deadly growl sounding in the back of her throat.
Rage round: 1/20
Current HP: 78/121
Fast Healing 1
DR: 4
Cold Res: 4
Current Fort save:+15
Hobbes and Hila's attacks devastate the svathurim, but it's a heavy punch from Rocky that brings it down. Meanwhile, the centaur steps away from Hila and fires a crackling bolt of pure evil at Hobbes.
Your Turns
Svathurim: 146pts damage, misfortuned, not a giant
Centaur: full
EDIT: Percy's fiery bolts strike Silence's prison and melt the ice enough that the caturai is able to free himself.
Percy fires another pair of rays at Silence's prison.
Come on you! Melt!
Neverhome charges the centaur.
With a gasp of air he rose and dropped his katana instead pulling out his bow and launching one arrow after one other.
Thanks friend Percy yes yes Ice Samuarai are not very good.
The ray of pure evil rocks Hobbes and he feels a bit queasy. It still doesn't stop him from leveling his bow at the centaur.
Hila follows the the centaur, fangs bared.
As her original intended target falls, Sigrun refocuses her anger, leveling the spear as she races across the distance to drive her weapon into the centaur.
With a shout of rage, the centaur calls forth the power of his deity. He continues chanting as he backs away, and those closest to him feel a small portion of their strength and skill transfer to him.
Your Turns
Centaur: 32pts damage
Neverhome charges again.
Hila does not resist the foul chanting and steps next to Neverhome to take a bite in her confusion.
"Hey, stop it!" Hobbes says as Hila does the unthinkable. He knows that Hila can't help herself. "It's glue-legs' fault." He yells as he fires his bow again.
"Nyet, I had that coming." he grumbles.
Percy conjures magic counter to the spell, but she just isn't strong enough this time.
Stupid spellcasting evil bads!
He growled moving a bit closer and off to the side waiting to see if it tried to spell again. If it did he had arrow for its face
Realling as the wave of dark energy washes over her, Sigrun manages to fight through the confusion driving the attack with her spear.
The centaur channels energy into his weapon, infusing it with unholy power. Neverhome's able to avoid it, but Sigrun's struck with bone-crushing force. Your adversary's hooves aren't affected by the effect, but Hila quickly discovers that they still sting.
Your Turns
Centaur: 97pts damage
Neverhome snarls as the centaur strikes Sigrun again.
Taking a single step backward, Sigrun lets out a scream of utter violence as she drives the longspear deep into the centaur's body, twisting it as she strikes.
Letting the weapon go to leave it in her enemy she draws her hammer preparing to charge in again.
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Though still not in her right mind, her wrath is currently turned on the evil man-horse.
Hobbes continues firing his bow, his hands a blur drawing and loosing arrows.
Percy concentrates. She conjures a curse and wraps it in a fragile ball of energy. Then she throws the spell at the centaur.
After chanting a spell, Zses points his finger at the centaur, his arm's shadow extending and beelining to pluck the enemy's eyes.
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With a deep breath he sent another pair of arrows at the Centaur.
You land several blows that would have slain a lesser creature, but the centaur's too stubborn to die. Blindly, it lashes out in a final attempt at slaying you, but aside from a kick that grazes Neverhome, everything misses. Seconds later, your foe falls under a hail of devastating attacks.
On the floor near the pit, you find a large ironbound chest. Inside are rough-cut gems, art objects, and jewelry. The bottom of the pit is covered with countless bones, most of them humanoid. In the center, you can barely see a single blue dragon scale.
Loot
Potion - cure serious wounds x2
MW Breastplate
frost-thunder hammer
Dagger
Spear
belt of mighty constitution +2
periapt of health
Wooden Unholy Symbol of Kostchtchie
12,000gp
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Eon Pit (120ft deep)
Any creature descending into the Pit rapidly begins to age, which takes a toll on its sanity as well. Each round, make two saving throws. Fort DC 18 avoids aging +50% toward your next age category. Will DC 18 avoids the effects of an insanity spell. If you age past your maximum age limit, you die. The various age resistance spells grant bonuses to these saves (+2/+4/+6 for lesser/normal/greater), and a creature already at venerable age upon entering the Pit is immune to all effects. The ageing and insanity are permanent unless high-level magic is used.
This +2 warhammer is forged from blue steel and is engraved with Abyssal runes that read "There are no screams for those who die the frozen death."
A compartment fitted into the head of the warhammer can hold a single alchemical weapon (acid flask, alchemist fire, bottled lightning, or liquid ice), dealing 1d6pts elemental damage upon a successful hit. The alchemical weapon disappears after 24hrs. The stored alchemical weapon can be switched or refilled as a full-round action.
Once per day as a ranged touch attack, the wielder can slam the weapon against the ground to release a crackling bolt of ice that shoots across the ground toward a single target up to 100ft away. On a successful hit, ice immediately freezes around the target, trapping it within a 9in-thick solid block of pale blue ice. The ice blocks line of effect to the entrapped victim, who is helpless (but can still breathe) and takes 9pt cold damage per round until freed. The ice has hardness 0 and 27hp. A creature can break the ice as a full-round action with a DC 24 Strength check.
His blood cooling as the centaur finally fell Neverhome began to look over everything that didn't look like it was trying to kill them. Gazing down into the pit his eyes settle on the little figment of blue...
Let me guess. This isn't over. Percy comements upon seeing the scale.
The most pertinent question now is, who wants to get old? I could probably resist the magic the best. Gnomes don't age as fast as most.
Patting Noise on the head Neverhome lifts the Migrus off his shoulder and sets him down, without breaking eye contact with the scale until he turns to the Migrus. "Alright little one, bring to your Brat, please."
Letting the rage slip away, Sigrun let's out a sigh of fatigue as she retrieves the spear from the centaur's corpse.
"A little worse for wear, but they'd have to do better than that to kill me." Sigrun replies flashing a tired grin.
"Good idea kid." Hobbes then goes over to a very remorseful puppy. "It'll be okay. We know you didn't do it on purpose." The halfling says comforting Hila before pulling a nice biscuit for her from his bag.
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Hila whimpers sadly looking over at the barbarian still sporting some teeth marks. She goes over biscuit in maw and drops it before Neverhome as an act of penance as she nuzzles it to him.
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Neverhome reflexively tenses as Hila approaches again but relaxes when nuzzles the biscuit against him. "Da... do nyet be sorry, just try nyet to do so again." he manages to say after a moment. Picking up the biscuit he'll break it in half and offer one piece back to her.
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Hila gobbles the biscuit up happily before licking his face.
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"Nyet, only Sigrun is allowed to do that." he jokingly says as he pats the wolf's head.
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Percy can't help grinning uncontrollably and bouncing a little as the two build the beginnings of a bridge, no matter how rickety.
The migrus slowly descends the steps into the Eon Pit. It returns a couple minutes later looking none the worse for wear. In its mouth is a dragon scale, which it drops at Neverhome's feet before resuming its silent stare.
Wait Sigrun licks your face when you..
He began tilting his head to the side more than a little confused. Was that a Human affection thing? Eyes widening a tiny bit he retrieved his katana and went back to poking about the loot while the migrus did its thing.
So we have a dragon scale. . . have we missed any places here to check?