Blink rubbed her chin, confused. "Are they...are they meant to be like this? Is this a different God?" She glanced around, seeing if she could work out what was going on.
Theran looks at the altar. "If we can't reconsecrate it, then it can be removed." He puts his hammer up on his shoulder in case they decide to go with percussive purification.
Neither Galin nor Blink can see anything else that might have caused the taint.
Blink is fairly sure that it is a proper Imoedaen altar. The only other object that drew her eye was the banner.
Galin stared at the banner, the fabled Sword of Valor. Is it possible that the banner itself is giving off this sense? We know that it is proof against demons when planted by someone good of heart, but what happens if it is placed by someone, or something, evil?
Theran looks expectantly at Steave.
”Could be an illusion?”
”Could be an illusion?”
[dice=Will]1d20+11
The banner looks real enough to Steave.
Galin can't think of any reason that it should show evil taint, unless it had been somehow corrupted. Were that the case, it would surely no longer show the Inheritor's sign.
"This is why I don't like being a hero, some days," Blink noted as she scuffed her bare feet on the floor. "We can't wait for bigger, better heroes to come along and solve these things. I'm guessing it's some kind of...spiritual trap? Taking the banner will likely release something." Her eyes widened. "What if the banner is sealing something, and it's that something we're seeing now?"
”Evil magic is here that I cannot divine. The altar to the Lady reeks of evil, but I will not desecrate even the symbol of the Inheritor.” Steave struggles with the room.
"We need the banner," Blink said simply. "If no one has a better idea, I'll grab it. If something horrible manifests I can always teleport right on out again."
As Blink reaches for the banner, Yridhrennor's prescience strikes. He sees in his mind's eye the statue and altar both melting into horrid parodies of life: misshapen human limbs and melting faces falling over each other in an unending cascade of flesh trapped in a web of alien light!
Inits
always acts in surprise
'
Faster than lightning, Yridhrennor's lips move, granting his fellows unbelievable speed.
Faster than lightning, Yridhrennor's lips move, granting his fellows unbelievable speed. Even as he works his magic, the creatures' horrific visages prove so utterly wrong that the crusaders' innards begin to writhe in agony. The sensation passes quickly for most, but Theran and especially Blink feel themselves sapped of strength, speed, and vitality.
The creatures strike with misshaped pseudopods, one seizing Yridhrennor and sticking fast to the elf by some strange substance that oozes about its weird flesh. It wraps about and begins to crush the life from the archmage, blood flowing freely and bones cracking in the folds of misshapen flesh. To the other side, Blink suffers the same fate and emerges scarcely better off by clinging to a narrow thread of consciousness.
Ok, so they have horrific visages plus they did this "art" photoshoot in college with a really skeevy photography student who might have been forty-five. This requires Fort DC 15. Twice.
That's ouchies for Blink (twice!) and Theran.
for both
more just for Blink
Now they have attacks. 2 slams each
For Y
Y is stuck on because it's covered in magic mimic glue and it can grapple check to damage him.
If he were not mythic, that would have killed him.
Blink
Galin cries out, raising his bow and loosing a string of arrows at the creature which has so suddenly knocked Yridhrennor unconscious,
Unable to reach Y, he steps up to try and free Blink.
Simply not all that good at fighting giant monsters, Blink chose instead to teleport out of its grasp. Thankfully Dimensional Slide allowed just such a thing to happen without much thought, allowing her to escape relatively easily.
Once free her choices were limited, so she tried to cut the thing.
Galin cries out, raising his bow and loosing a string of arrows at the creature which has so suddenly knocked Yridhrennor unconscious. His crackling arrows tore great rents in the mimic, spewing foul-smelling ichor.
Unable to reach Y, Theran steps up to try and free Blink. He lands one solid blows, but his earthbreaker sticks fast to the creature and pulls free from his hand!
The creature that plagued Yridhrennor turns on Galin, bludgeoning and seizing him in its unnatural folds.
Each of Theran's hits requires a Ref DC 25, which I see was anticipated. Yeah...oof. But he gets one in.
Now M2, who is Y's special friend. Attacks that naughty Galin.
Steave attacks the one attacking Yridhrennor.
23 if evil
21 if evil
15 if evil
28 if evil
30 if evil
29 if evil
Simply not all that good at fighting giant monsters, Blink chose instead to teleport out of its grasp. Thankfully Dimensional Slide allowed just such a thing to happen without much thought, allowing her to escape relatively easily. Once free her choices were limited, so she tried to cut the thing. Her blade scratched only a small wound on its amorphous flank, popping several eyeballs and cutting something that bled black ichor.
Steave turned his shield on the one attacking Yridhrennor, pounding deep into its shifting body and dragging the shield free before it could be entrapped for another blow...which finally stuck it to the creature.
The mimic that struck Blink turned its attentions to Theran, pounding upon him and wrapping its pseudopods thickly about his chest.
Steave's Refs, DC 25
nope
yup Got both of his hits, though.
M1 for...Theran looks delicious
35 damage after DR
Galin, squeezed by the mimic almost to the point of suffocation, manages to drop his bow to the floor and retrieve his sword, thrusting once into the creature's gelatinous body.
Steave continues to attack the one attacking Yridhrennor.
Tired and feeling awful, Blink used her powers to once againb blur her form, shifting slightly and attacking once more, now with the benefit of Haste.
[dice=strength check to get weapon free]1d20+5
[dice=mythic surge]1d6
[dice=strength check to get weapon free]1d20+5
Galin, squeezed by the mimic almost to the point of suffocation, manages to drop his bow to the floor and retrieve his sword, thrusting once into the creature's gelatinous body. Alas, he couldn't bring the blade free enough of the engulfing flesh to make a solid thrust.
Theran hauled at his weapon, but could not dislodge it from the creature's grasp.
The mimic clutching Yridhrennor and Galin swung its appendages around Steave, who blocked the first but fell to the second and was dragged in with his fellow crusaders.
Tired and feeling awful, Blink used her powers to once againb blur her form, shifting slightly and attacking once more, now with the benefit of Haste. She cut deep into the unnatural creature.
Steave continues to attack the one attacking Yridhrennor. It had only a moment to enjoy having the hero of the first crusade in its clutches, before his repeated shield blows exploded it from within. Foul-smelling gore flew everywhere as its pulsing flesh ruptured and went limp.
The other, unmoved by its companion's destruction, pounded upon and engulfed Theran.
I don't think it's an AoO to draw a weapon, just to sheath one. If I'm wrong, have a freebie. :)
M2 goes for Steave
miss
hit
crushed
M1 now for Theran
Blink shifted again, hoping to keep cutting. It seemed like a good idea.
Galin drops his sword in order to pick up his bow from the remains of the mimic, aiming at its companion.
With mimic goo completely sliming him, the old crusader moves hastily to his downed companions side and attempts to revive him.
As he struggles uselessly, his tribe strikes desperately to free him.
As he struggles uselessly, his tribe strikes desperately to free him.
[dice=spirit attack]1d20+9
[dice=negative energy]1d4+3
As he struggles uselessly, his tribe strikes desperately to free him.
[dice=spirit attack]1d20+9
[dice=negative energy]1d4+3
As he struggles uselessly, his tribe strikes desperately to free him.
[dice=spirit attack]1d20+9
[dice=negative energy]1d4+3
Galin drops his sword in order to pick up his bow from the remains of the mimic, aiming at its companion. His shaft went home, sending up a spray of foul ichor.
As theran struggles uselessly, his tribe strikes desperately to free him. Their efforts come to naught against the unnatural flesh.
Blink shifted again, hoping to keep cutting. It seemed like a good idea. She struck only once, but deeply as Steave, with mimic goo completely sliming him, moved hastily to his downed companions side and attempts to revive him. His healing brought Yridhrennor back from the brink of death, though not yet to consciousness.
Battered and oozing, the remaining mimic threw itself against the far wall in the futile search for a crack to slither through. The crusaders descended upon it moments later and finished the horror off.
Ensuring that he doesn't heal the mimics, Steave continues to work on Yridhrennor, while inspiring others.
Then, he hits himself with 4 Infernal healing charges.
Ensuring that he doesn't heal the mimics, Steave continues to work on Yridhrennor, while inspiring others.
[dice=Channel healing to everyone]3d6
Then, he hits himself with 4 Infernal healing charges.
Blink nodded her head in thanks for the healings. "Goodness. I feel...weak, and slow. I always thought those copycat things simply tried to eat those they caught off guard."
Galin picks up his sword from the ground and wipes off the blade before sheathing it, Is that not what happened to us? I certainly didn't expect their attack. Now that they're gone, does the banner seem restored to normal?
Theran breathes heavily for a moment. "This feels like the morning after drinking Karvagg's attempt at whiskey."