Lana immediately chases after the woman. "Wait!" she cries, grabbing for something in her belt-pouch. "Come back here!"
Kalt eyes Lady Argentea closely as she maneuvers through the party, his trust in her eroding by the second. As she reveals her true purpose in Taldor and runs for the mirror, he's hard on her heels in pursuit. As she steps to the mirror, he sweeps his great blade at her feet, in an effort to bring her to the ground.
Lana's spell seems to have no effect on the "Lady" as she makes no sign she wants to approach the oracle. When Kalt sweeps for the legs, the "Lady" strikes out at his back, her fingers flashing into greyish claws before returning to dainty digits as they fail to pierce the rangers armor. His sweep is true, and she tumbles to the ground. "Foolish warrior!" it hisses in a most unladylike voice, "I am on the teleportation pad, your strike did nothing!"
A pendant on the "Ladys" neck pulses and she vanishes. The group rushes to the transporter pad and tries every password they know, but none work. It would seem Radosek has changed some of the passcodes.
This time a phrase works, and the group is whisked away into another room. A triangle of crossed steel wires runs between three wooden posts in the crescent shaped room that smells strongly from the bird droppings scattered across the floor. Along the southern wall, open windows look down from a dizzying height, and admit a brisk, cold wind. Two doors exit this chamber, one next to a large mirror to the west and another standing between a pair of wooden chests to the northeast.
Flying around the 30 foot plus ceilings are dozens of ravens that take immediate dislike to the parties entrance, their squawking alerting a young Sylph. As the group makes ready a defense, having seen her ravens in action, the woman takes to the air, flying above melee range. "So, you've finally arrived. Gozreh told me of your impending arrival, let us see how you fair against his powers!" The ravens flock together 15' above the floor, their beady eyes focused on the group.
Kalt sheathes his greatsword, then moves across the room, drawing his mighty bow as he does so. In a fierce voice, he says to his friends, "Spread out, so her damn birds can't get us all at once!"
Bugsby follows Kalt's orders and darts away from the group. He then forms his glob of goo and launches it at the flying woman.
The woman grunts as the acid burns away on her arm, but doesn't find the goo impeding.
The swarm rushes down and expands, engulfing Avora, Lana, and Sven in a flurry of pecking and clawing.
Sven, being in the front and seeing the swarm approaching manages to cover his eyes before the beasts shred his face, Avora and Lana aren't as luck and find their face torn to ribbons and their eyes damaged.
The flying woman mutters a few words of power and winds pick up around her, swirling in a protective shell.
In a series of lightning-fast movements, Kalt nocks an arrow and lets it fly, then nocks and releases a second arrow.
Lana moves slowly away from the cawing ravens and tries to blink the blood out of her eyes.
Avora goes wild, stabbing at the birds attacking her and heedless of anyone nearby, "Stop it! Get away!" she shouts, ending with a growling yell.
Kalt's shot looks like they are flying true, until the last minute when they catch the wind and shoot straight into the ceiling above her. Sven hacks into the ravens, catching a few with his mighty swing. Lana blinks out some blood, restoring some of her sight, but many things are still blurring. Avora thrashes about wildly, earning squawks that sound more like laughter than agitation.
Seeing the difficulty Kalt had with his arrows, Ankih tries a different tactic
" Dawnflower lend me your blade!"
He intones as a glowing white scimitar appears and flies to attack the sylph.
Snarling in frustration, Kalt moves under and past the bird-woman, hoping to get around the barrier of wind that she has created. He then raises his bow and launches an arrow almost straight up at her, but the awkward, unfamiliar shot goes awry, missing her.
Bugsby pulls out and loads his crossbow while the swarm rolls over Avora and Sven.
Sven manages to chop a few more and they cloud over him, pecking and clawing.
This time, Avora manages to ward off any further blindness, but Sven's face comes up tatters and ribbons, blood and flesh clouding his sight.
The floating woman flings out her hand and lighting arcs down into Kalt, scorching his flesh.
Lana quickly pulls off her glove and extends her hand toward the swarm. "Burn!" she cries.
Sven catches more birds with his axe, and many more roast in Lana's fires. Still, the swarm persists as the flying Sylph hisses in anger as her pets are destroyed one by one.
Avora whirls her spear trying to fell a few birds, then steps behind Sven for protection.
Bugsby dashes off after Kalt, but finds his short legs unable to get past the windwall in time to fire off an attack.
Ankih maneuvers over and fans our his hands [b]Eat the Flame Fan of the Dawnflower, Foul birds."
The birds squawk angrily and then quiet as too many of them have tasted the axe and flame to continue their attack. The priestess howls in rage over the loss of her flock. Making a few hand signals, she yells, and a huge burst of sound rolls over the clumped up group leaving ears bloody and balance distorted.
Kalt keeps his bow aimed almost straight up, firing two arrows quickly. The first flies well wide, but the second strikes true, and strikes hard.
Kalt lowers his eyes to assess how wounded his friends are, and sees Sven readying his javelin and looking about uncertainly. Kalt calls out, "She hasn't moved! Take the shot, Sven - and aim high, you wouldn't want to hit Bugsby!"
Many of the group sway woozily, shaking their heads to regain their senses. Ankihs spiritual blade fails to connect, as does Sven's javelin.
Bugsby flings some of his protoplasmic goo at the woman, who is as prepared for it now as she was before, avoiding much of the goo's effect.
She pulls out a scroll and reads is mystical writing, her spear pulsing with power.
Once again, Kalt calls out, "Spread out, she's having fun with such easy targets!" He then mutters, "I wonder how long she can keep this damned wind up?" before firing two more arrows straight up at the sylph.
Not sure if his firebolt will penetrate the wind barrier, Ankih rushes across the room, almost directly under the fey.
" Guide my aim Milady. Dawnflower starburst."
Avora, unable to see, tries instead to stay out of the way.
Lana reaches out toward Sven. "Hold still, let me see if I can do anything for you."
Kalts second arrow buries itself next to his other shot, and Ankih finally lands a flame dart on a foe. Sven's javelin also manages to punch through the wall of wind to land a glancing blow. Bugsby decides to add his crossbow shot to the ranged onslaught, fire up at the woman.
And lands a well placed shot. Swaying visibly in the air, the woman rises as high in the room as she can and lets out a pulse of positive energy, excluding those beneath her, and not reaching the others. Unfortunately, it seems she has upset her God, as the pulse is about as weak as it could be.
Kalt fires two more arrows, though the combination of the still-swirling wind, the tight quarters and the awkward angle make archery a challenge.
Ankih will pull out his crossbow and load it.