Two leopards pounce on her savagely biting and clawing her, the other leopards move around her, and she lashes out at one of them with her claw, one last time.
The remaining two leopards surround her, then finish her off, with the last one biting off her head.
Silyzil lets out a pained wail as she sees Grishelmuk die in front of her. "Noooooooo! Siz mənim bacısı siz etmek öldürdü!"
Noooooooo! You killed my sister you b*tch!
Greta walks forward and tries to slash at the glowing blue skull, which only hits air.
No longer blind, Geist snarls, and tries to rip into the giant.
The first bite hits, but Geist does not manage to grab the giant.
Mr. Whiskers scurries forward and readies a spell.
Giant: Cast Scorching Ray.
Sizyzil: Cast Magic Missile, spend AR point for +1 CL
Giant:
Sizyzil:
"Lladd y ferch!" Silyzil orders the glowing blue skull.
Kill the girl!
Silyzil blasts one of the leopards, then moves among all of the leopards.
The Frost Giant appears, then swings at Einar with all his might.
The second ray scorches the giant and it howls in pain.
The first maw attack and the last claw attack hit the giant. The fire seems especially effective. The giant looks wounded.
Geist gamely continues to try and rip into the giant.
Hirah steps around to the giants side (probably an AoO) and attempts to trigger Amplified Rage, staying adjacent to Einar and attacking (I think its just a standard).
Geist manages to bite and claw the giant once, but does not manage to grapple the giant. The giant looks badly wounded now.
The giant trips Hirah as she approaches.
You can trip airwalking people?
Greta steps foward, trying to slay the giant, but her strikes glance off its chainshirt.
The wil o wisp strikes out at Hirah as she moves.
Mr. Whiskers moves over behind Einar and Hirah so he can see Silyzil. He readies to cast Magic Missile when she uses one of her magical abilities.
The leopards are roasted by Silyzil's touch, never getting anywhere near the giant. Hirah surprsingly, does not provoke when she stands up where the giant tripped her.
"Öld meg a lányt, te idióta!" Silyzil commands.
"Nem úgy, a démon bántani többet, és van neki tüzet!" The giant disobeys her orders, going after Einar, cleaving into his chest. The last thing Einar remembers is a burst of pain through his chest as the giant's axe sheers through his rib cage and reaches his heart.
Kill the girl!
No way, the demon hurt me more! And he's got fire!
The remaining blue skull dutifully follows her orders nimbly ducking in to zap Hirah.
Silyzil fires a black dart at Hirah, which triggers Mr Whiskers shooting magic missiles at her, leaving her very much diminished.
She promptly loses the ray of enfeeblement in question.
Hirah 5 foot steps (which shouldn't provoke AoO due to it being a 5 foot step) and full attacks.
Hirah manages to lop off the head of the surprised giant, and it topples to the ground with a thunderous thud. She proceeds to vent her rage on it by chopping its body into several pieces.
Geist snarls, and heads down the passage to bite at the witchfire.
Geist bites into Silyzil and she dissipates.
The wil o wisp makes one last attack against Hirah and pops as well, like a summon reaching the end of its duration.
"He's dead, isn't he?" Greta looks at the gaping wound in Einar's chest. "No one could have survived that."She says sorrowfully."He fought well. Rest in peace, Sword-Sibling." She sighs as she begins laying out Einar's body respectfully. "Anyone has a blanket? So we can cover him up."
Mr Whiskers identifies the longspear on the south wall is a +1 giantbane longspear, while the curved sword on the north wall is a masterwork cold iron scimitar. Mr Whiskers identifies the panpipes on the table are pipes of haunting, and the punching dagger is a masterwork alchemical silver punching dagger.
Searching the giant yields a torch helm, a chain shirt and a great axe. Grishelmuk has 5 torches on her body, as well as 2 tindertwigs as well as flint and steel.
A long and winding stone staircase finally descends into a cavern whose walls support rough wooden shelves piled high with all manner of weird bric-a-brac: tiny sculptures, fetishes, amulets of metal and clay, locks of hair, pin-riddled cornhusk dolls, crates, and more than a few weathered tomes. Yellowed glass jars hold vile and suspect-looking samples suspended in unknown fluids, and small clay pots overflow with unknown dusts, powders, and sickly colored unguents. Beneath the shelves, a couple of crude worktables, covered in mysterious stains and clumps of aged tallow, hold more items of similar nature. A huge wooden mortar bound with iron bands stands near the tables, its club-sized pestle propped within. In the south side of the room, a ring of small stones surrounds a small fire that fills the entire room with the scent of pine. There is a stack of firewood(from pine) next to the fire, that looks like several logs have been grabbed from it hastily.
Prying open the crates reveal assorted items, a compass, string, a heatstone, animal glue and lots of hemp rope, 1 dose of universal solvent, 10 tindertwigs, as well as 2 weeks of worth of dried rations, 5 sacks, and some bedrolls and blankets.
Mr Whiskers realizes that the pestle is magical - +1 great club and Hirah spots a dusty old broom and brings it to Mr Whiskers, who identfies it as a broom of flying
The tome of books look neatly arranged except for one book space that seems to be missing a book.
Crummock gives a sigh of bitter frustration when his blindness wears off, and he espies Einar's corpse.
"Damn it!"
He then kicks the giant's corpse several times, venting his annoyance, before turning back to the others:
"Shall we check-out the area where the unseelie went to get reinforcements?"
Crummock carefully sews-up the main wound on Einar's body, then washes it with Create Water, before gently stowing him in the Bag of Holding.
"Right then. Let's see what is down that other corridor..."
He then moves to check-out the corridor to the east.
Crummock sees the passage widen up and sees the edge of a strange forest of dark and leafless trees fills this expansive natural cavern, twisting upward toward the ceiling high overhead.
"Einar's dead and you're haring off to explore the rest of the dungeon? Are you crazy?"Greta glares at Crummock. "What if there's worse things out there?"
"Shouldn't we see if Gurra-Gurra can help? Or try to find some settlement to get him raised? That is, if he wishes to come back."
Mr. Whiskers agrees with Greta. "I am low on spells, Einar is dead. I wasn't eager for this fight, no more today!"
"If you want to continue exploring, please pass the body to Greta and I."
Mr. Whiskers intends to get back to Gurra-Gurra. Once there, he can treat the body with the unguent of timelessness until they can figure out a way to get Einar restored to life.
The party returns to Gurra-Gurra's camp fire. Gurra-Gurra counts the number of people, then asks Mr Whiskers, "You're back early. Where's Einar? He enjoyed our cooking, so we thought try iut our latest steak recipie and see if he liked it." The left head puts forward diffidently.
"Yeah at least cooking is better then listening to Jadreka complain about Maris. Honestly I swear that you'd be better avoiding off avoiding Maris, unless you want to try to sort both of them out." The right head grumbles. "Which you know, when lovers don't get along, it's a mess."
Crummock grimaces.
"As much as I am sure Einar would like to try it, I am afraid that he can't - although we were able to put down the hag (and the former hag), Einar perished in the process; unless ye know o' a way to bring him back, we will need to high-tail it to the nearest town, to find someone who can."
Taking out the jar and looking at it, Mr. Whiskers says "If we have enough in here, maybe we could save a portion of the meal for him? I'm sure he'll be hungry if we manage to get him raised."
"He's dead? I liked him...he praised our cooking.You shouldn't have gone out again after he was so badly burnt the last time..." The left head looks at the party reproachfully.
"Well...you know the problem with raise dead is the diamond required? You won't find any diamonds of that size in here. The nearest settlement is Vurnin. It will take a week on foot, or...well, Jadrenka and I go there by teleport for our weekly groceries. Prokhel Lavrenty is the head of the temple of Abadar there, and she probably could help you, at the right price."
The right head answers.
"Honestly Illarion's a much nicer person, we've agreed after my apprenticeship here, that he'd help me settle in as a herbalist in Vurnin. But I've never seen him bring anyone back to life, or at least not in same body." The left head states.
"We could bring you to Jadrenka and you could ask her for the lift...afterall you helped her deal with the Coven." The right head replies.
"See, I told you that Caigeal and her frost giants lead by Vsevolod was bad news. We'd probably be dead if we tried to stop them." The left head glares at the right head.
"We haven't done the steak yet...not sure if we're in the mood for it now..." The left head says sadly.
Mr. Whiskers points out "Einar never let anything get in the way of a meal. I don't think he would want his absence to either! He seems the sort that would prefer a party!"
He tries his best to be cheerful and upbeat as he says this.
You find yourself walking on a paved cobblestone path, with no idea how you got there. Surrounding you, except for the path ahead, is nothing but grey fog. You instinctively know that it is not a good idea to venture off the path.
Ahead of you, you see a signpost, that points to the path straight ahead. It reads, "Pharasma's court - 80 miles". On the signpost is perches a strange songbird stares with a glint of intellect in its empty eyes that has a stylish plaster mask over its face, while two pairs of wings ruffle over its body’s somber shades.
Then it speaks, and you're shocked to hear Mierul's voice. "We meet again, Einar. They say in death, all questions are answered." Mierul gives a smirk. "Do you have any questions? The newly dead usually do, whether its about the friends and families they left behind, or other important matters they were concerned with when they were alive.It helps them come to terms with their death and move on."
"Well..he slept through the last dinner...after he took that potion. At least he had a good breakfast..." The left head looks pained."And you're not fooling anyone here."The right arm moves as if to poke Mr Whiskers on his nose."None of us are in the mood for a party."
"The steak isn't ready yet. If you can get Jadrenka's help in porting you there, we'll have it ready for your return. Otherwise you guys best had better start marching to Vurnin double quick and not worry about steaks." The right head answers brusquely.
"We haven't met your mentor yet. How likely is she to be willing to take us along on a trip to Vurnin?" Mr. Whiskers asks.