to hit (touch AC) (+3 BAB, +2 dex)
damage (fire)
Kalimac continues trying to move forward so he can engage in the battle. Attatoq growls in frustration.
"Leek," Rhost says, goes into Rage.
Rhost will attempt to get to the front of the line and make some room. You-know-who informs me that this is a Bull Rush attempt, and without feats, it provokes an AoO -- and will require three CMB rolls, since there are two zombies behind the hand.
So here are some rolls:
The stairs lead down to a hallway with several doors off of it. On the wall of the stairway, someone has carved the words: Tími er mynt heimskingjanna, veitt vegna til guðanna.
Mel looks at the carved words for a moment, "It means 'Time is the coin of fools, rendered due unto the gods.'" A shrug, "I've never been good at piecing together the point of sayings."
The being that suddenly pops out of invisibility on the other side of the undead is ... strange. While clearly a humanoid, it is not one that is immediately familiar. He is long-limbed and hairy, with a tusked mouth that is crowded with sharp, scraggly teeth.
”Those zombies were a gift from me mum,” he says. ”You leave them alone!”
He fires a crossbow bolt into Liothonae.
Lio in unable to get within sword range of an undead or the giant hand, but as she clenches her sword she seems to get ... stronger.
Hrunndalf cannot swing the morningstar to full effect under the revolting embrace of the undead fingers, so he focuses on freeing himself. With a flex of his muscles, he bursts free of the Hand’s grasp.
A zombie takes another swing at Hrunndalf, but this time fails to connect.
"Leek," Rhost says, goes into Rage. Rhost attempts to Bullrush back the line of undead, but instead, the Giant Hand slaps him back.
Myri still cannot move forward to take a shot.
Kalimac continues trying to move forward so he can engage in the battle. Attatoq growls in frustration.
The Giant Hand whacks Hrunndalf with its fingers once again.
And once again it wraps the Ulfen in a grapple.
Mel leans forward, and targets ... some enemy with a scorching ray. It is difficult to tell who she was aiming for, since the shot goes into a wall.
Alaric looks up, sees that he's not going anywhere, and clasps the link again. The Giant Hand takes more damage. Five of the six zombies, however, simply disintegrate.
The final zombie charges in and takes a swing at the grappled Hrunndalf, but the blow comes nowhere near him.
Giant Hand -16
Zombie Six
Goti
Hrunndalf -26, and -6 from Con damage
Rhost -11
Lio -11, and -6 from Con damage
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E = Giant Crawling Undead Hand
G = Strange Humanoid
L = Liothonae
H = Hrunndalf
R = Rhost
Y = Myriana (on stairs)
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq) (on stairs)
A = Alaric (on stairs)
M = Melinda (on stairs)
Mel looks at the carved words for a moment, "It means 'Time is the coin of fools, rendered due unto the gods.'" A shrug, "I've never been good at piecing together the point of sayings."
"Fools spend their time, well, foolishly. Eventually they pay it to the Gods, or rather death." He thinks a little more. "Or possibly only fools actually spend time, and the truly terrifying manage somehow to hoard it."
Alaric looks up, sees that he's not going anywhere, and clasps the link again. The Giant Hand takes more damage. Five of the six zombies, however, simply disintegrate.
As the zombies are destroyed by Alaric's channeling, "Sorry about your presents. Who are you?"
Alaric, muttering: "please be the soggy river monster please be the soggy river monster..."
Looking rather battered, Hrunndalf murmurs, ""
+1 Cold Iron Morningstar, one-handed, Power Attack, -2 grappled:
To hit: (crit )
Damage: (crit ) bludgeoning
Celestial: Rapunzel
Actions: sheathe wand (move), Cast strangling hair 40-feet should just catch the new guy.
grapple check (+6 caster level, +3 Charisma)
if successful damage: (I don't know if I get to add my strength which would be +1, I don't think my orc bloodline applies to this but if so that is also +1)
Rhost attempts to move past the Giant Hand and reach the Strange Humanoid.
As the zombies are destroyed by Alaric's channeling, "Sorry about your presents. Who are you?"
"'Ere," he says, "I think you've got that wrong way round. Seeing as 'ow I'm the one living 'ere, and you are the 'ome invasioner, shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"'Ere," he says, "I think you've got that wrong way round. Seeing as 'ow I'm the one living 'ere, and you are the 'ome invasioner, shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Fair enough. I'm Mel. And yourself?" Melinda responds.
Zombie
Giant Hand
To Hit:
Damage:
Runecaster
Move to open
To Hit:
Damage:
possible crit:
"Fair enough. I'm Mel. And yourself?" Melinda responds.
"I'm not sure I should give information to a 'ome invasioner," he replies.
"Wait ... Mel. Mel, Mel ... You're not Melinda Sorn, by any chance, are you?"
"I'm not sure I should give information to a 'ome invasioner," he replies.
"Wait ... Mel. Mel, Mel ... You're not Melinda Sorn, by any chance, are you?"
"That depends completely on who is asking. I'm willing to do a tit-for-tat kind of thing, but that means I'm waiting on you saying who you are." Mel says, reasonably in her own mind.
"Do you regret not living with him?" Lio asks, almost cautiously, because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings and this is something you've never really talked about. Her arms still in place around you, she gives you a supportive look.
"Not really," says Shalelu. "I had a child because I did not wish to pass from this world having left nothing behind, not because I wished to raise one. I know that is selfish, but I was careful to pick a father and stepmother who wanted a child and whom I thought would raise him well, if that matters."
"Well then, we shall find the high bard and listen to her, and then we shall set upon a great quest to find some elven music for comparison." Lio suggests, rather... she states.
"That sounds," she replies, "Like a lovely date. With my girlfriend."
"That depends completely on who is asking. I'm willing to do a tit-for-tat kind of thing, but that means I'm waiting on you saying who you are." Mel says, reasonably in her own mind.
He considers that for a moment. "Hmm.'
"See, it's not that I care all that much either way, it's that I'm reluctant to reveal any information in a tactical situation until it 'as already become organically apparent. Like, I don't mind shouting out, 'I 'as a crossbow! The bolts are poisoned!', seeing as 'ow I already shot yon elf there with a poisoned crossbow bolt. But I'm afraid I'm going to 'ave to ask you to wait on further personal details until I feel as I'm not potentially endangering myself thereby."
He considers that for a moment. "Hmm.'
"See, it's not that I care all that much either way, it's that I'm reluctant to reveal any information in a tactical situation until it 'as already become organically apparent. Like, I don't mind shouting out, 'I 'as a crossbow! The bolts are poisoned!', seeing as 'ow I already shot yon elf there with a poisoned crossbow bolt. But I'm afraid I'm going to 'ave to ask you to wait on further personal details until I feel as I'm not potentially endangering myself thereby."
A pause, "That seems resonable. However, if you don't tell us who you are, we are going to assume that you are a bad person. Because of the zombies and the creepy hand. So if you tell us who you are, and you aren't one of the people we are looking for... You probably won't die. So, I think that would be a good reason to tell us who you are. Could just be me though."
"I can't help from back here! "
Kalimac idly wonders if he can bank his arrows around corners as he tries to get nearer the front to join the fray.
assuming we are not able to use acrobatics to walk across Alaric, Mel and Rhost and stand on Rhost's shoulders in order to get a shot...
(acrobatics roll just in case:
most likely action:
Myri turns to Kalimac and Attatoq, "Trailmix? Jerky? Sorry, don't have anything to drink." She shrugs and winks at her halfling companion.
next most likely action:
move forward and shoot an enemy if available
to hit: +1 pt.blk shot, FE:Undead(+2) included, -2 Deadly Aim, Precise Shot, Improved Precise Shot, Seeking
dam: +1 bow incl, +1 pt.blank incl, FE:undead(+2) incl, +4 Deadly Aim
..aaand how do you resolve fumbles again? Here's hoping she didn't make it to the corner this time. ;)
"Not really," says Shalelu. "I had a child because I did not wish to pass from this world having left nothing behind, not because I wished to raise one. I know that is selfish, but I was careful to pick a father and stepmother who wanted a child and whom I thought would raise him well, if that matters."
She smiles at you. "This is where I spout some infinite Druidic wisdom about how you leave something of yourself in each person you meet." She looks at you, a hint of humbleness in her gaze. "I was hardly a model parent, so perhaps I am not the best judge of these things, but... You allow your son to grow up in a home where he is safe and loved and cared for. That is the best gift you can give a child, in my opinion. And, it is something I was not able to do for my son." After a moment. "I do not think you are selfish." Another moment, this one accompanied by the beginnings of a brilliant smile. "I think you are wonderful."
"That sounds," she replies, "Like a lovely date. With my girlfriend."
"It does." She blushes as she looks deeply into your eyes. It seems she can't get enough of looking into them. Occasionally, in the next few long silent moments, she lowers her lashes, shyness sneaking in, but she makes a heroic effort to overcome it. "Every moment I am with you, I am happier than the moment before. It sounds... like something a bard would say... but... it's true. I have never felt so... so much, before." She drops her gaze, shyly.
"Alarek, ded aye do summaken tah offende ye?" Lio asks quietly.
Alaric, baffled: "Huh?"
"Then... whoy do ye avoide meh? Are ye unkomfortableh b'kause aime Mel's greate grahndmoth'r?" She asks, honestly.
He blanches, that reasoning tone probably sounded unspeakably callous. Dropping his guard: "If you want to talk to me, talk to me. It takes two people to avoid each other."
"I wouldn't say I avoid you. I don't seek you out, but then, you don't seek me out either." He shrugs. "It's understandable. We have nothing in common. We disagree on most things. We don't particularly like one another. I don't think it's the fault of either one of us... we're just very different people. And we can be effective allies without being friends."
He blanches, that reasoning tone probably sounded unspeakably callous. Dropping his guard: "If you want to talk to me, talk to me. It takes two people to avoid each other."
"Faire pointe." Lio admits. "Aye thoughte ayde give ye an' Mel space tah get tah knou each utt'r wethout mah enterfearance. Ah tend tah komme akross strongleh, an ah deddna wont tah kause probl'ms." She pauses.
"Yer raighte, we dunna 'ave tah beh freands tah worke toggether, baught et dunna 'urt." A slight smile. "Aime realle naught goode aht smalle tolk."
A pause. Then: "Thank you for giving Melinda and I space. I'm... um... my intentions are entirely honorable. With regards to her."
Knowledge Local to ID guy
concentration to get spell off, in combat
She targets the strange humanoid that shot her, a flaming sphere forming where he is standing. "Sféar Dóiteáin"
Strange guy reflex save:
Damage (fire)
Druidic: Flaming Sphere
"Per'aps wuen weave gott summa frea taime, et woulde be enteresten ta learne moare about yer phelosophe." She says. "Unna these naights, or may'aps wuen weare bahck on 'e roade."
After a moment, Lio adds, "She kares aboute ye ah greate deale. Aime 'appe she's founde summun she feels thot wahy towahrd who r'turns 'er feelens."
The mention of Mel's feelings makes his face light up. Nothing fake there, just genuine joy. He looks about to speak, but clams up, merely nodding. A sudden self-consciousness that bloomed only because a good portion of his conscious mind shuts off when his ladylove is spoken of.
”But then it only makes sense to tell you if I’m not one of the people you’re looking for,” the man says, reasonably. ”And I probably am. Since it’s about to become obvious, name’s Goti Runecaster.”
He fires a beam of acid from his hand at Melinda.
Lio glances at the bolt sticking out of her right side. She's pretty sure it's missed anything vital. Now if only she had brought more antitoxin. Well, nothing to be done about it now. She targets the strange humanoid that shot her, a flaming sphere forming where he is standing. "Sféar Dóiteáin"
He manages to dodge away from the flames, however.
Realizing that wrestling with a giant hand is an uphill battle, Hrunndalf decides to cheat, and breaks a few fingers instead of struggling free again. He bashes the hand with his Morningstar, with a crack of brittle bones.
The blow breaks open one of the pus sacks on the giant hand, and the sickly with pus inside sprays out.
Hrunndalf is unable to avoid the repugnant spray.
rounds
hit points of negative energy damage.
Rhost attempts to move past the Giant Hand and reach the Strange Humanoid. He finds that he still cannot get past, but since the Giant Hand is grappling Hrunndalf, it is unable to take another attack of opportunity against him.
Myri turns to Kalimac and Attatoq, "Trailmix? Jerky? Sorry, don't have anything to drink." She shrugs and winks at her halfling companion.
Kalimac idly wonders if he can bank his arrows around corners as he tries to get nearer the front to join the fray.
The Giant Hand gives Hrunndalf a squeeze.
The Oracle falls unconscious in its grip. The Hand releases him.
Annoyed Mel resheathes the wand, uses her now free hand to loosen her hair. "مدخل" she whispers, and her hair grows, twisting around the corner and down the hallway where it snares the tusked humanoid, squeezing him with a crunch the same way the Hand just squeezed Hrunndalf.
”Crikey!” says Goti Runecaster.
Alaric, wanting to conserve his waning energy, reloads his crossbow and waits for a way in.
The final zombie stands there looking stupid.
Giant Hand -28
Zombie Six
Goti -7
Hrunndalf -48, and -6 from Con damage
Rhost -11
Melinda -16
Lio -11, and -6 from Con damage
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H = Hrunndalf (unconscious, prone)
Y = Myriana (on stairs)
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq) (on stairs)
A = Alaric (on stairs)
M = Melinda (on stairs)
R = Rhost
"Guys? If there's anyway for me to get to the bottom of the stairs. A little archery support might speed things up."
Should Hrunndalf wake up this round, he would still be nauseated. The only thing he could do is stand up, which will draw an AoO from the hand. Should the hand be dead or grappling someone, he will stand up (never mind the zombie). Otherwise he will delay until there's an opportunity to do so.
"You are right. We are looking for you. Where are our friends?" Mel's voice is cold, yet utterly polite.
Mel's hair twists tighter around goti.
*grapple's CMD for escape is 19
grapple check (+6 caster level, +3 CHA) (*if he is still grappled on Mel's turn, she gets a +5 on that roll)
damage (+1 from strength)
Regarding crawling: Crawling 5 feet is a move action that provokes an AoO. You can attempt to avoid the AoO by making it a full-round action and succeeding on a difficult Acrobatics roll.
if available:
move into Rhosts former position at the bottom of the stairs and fire at enemy within sight (assuming Undead, but if not Goti)
to hit: +1 pt.blk shot, FE:Undead(+2)
included, -2 Deadly Aim, Precise Shot, Improved Precise Shot, Seeking
dam: +1 bow incl, +1 pt.blank incl, FE:undead(+2) incl, +4 Deadly Aim
Myri finally getting the chance to do something constructive, let's out a satisfied sigh as her eyes follows her arrows path to target.
"You are right. We are looking for you. Where are our friends?" Mel's voice is cold, yet utterly polite.
"Oh, so it is you lot," he replies as he struggles with the strangling mass of hair. "Which means you would 'ave particular friends among our guests, wouldn't it? Which one's your favorite? The Screamer? Never-Talk? Crunchy-Bones? I like the Screamer," he confides. "She's pretty."
"It does." She blushes as she looks deeply into your eyes. It seems she can't get enough of looking into them. Occasionally, in the next few long silent moments, she lowers her lashes, shyness sneaking in, but she makes a heroic effort to overcome it. "Every moment I am with you, I am happier than the moment before. It sounds... like something a bard would say... but... it's true. I have never felt so... so much, before." She drops her gaze, shyly.
She blushes, too. She seems to be doing a lot of that, these days.
She fits the earrings into her ears.
"There. Always close to me, now."
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Grow, draw pick
Kalimac gives Myri a grim smile. He appreciates her banter, but Goti's remarks about their friends has made him misplace his humor. "Right now I wish we listened to Hrunndalf's request for Fly spells. I'm pretty sure I could squeeze through over everyone's heads."
Kalimac and Attatoq continue to seek a way forward.