Fairwind narrows her eyes and comes close to Brujo. Speaking quietly, she says to him, "We get it, spell-boy. Ya feel bad about what happened. Now quit takin' it out on whoever comes along, leastways take it out on someone yer own size." she adds, looking into his eyes before walking off.
The corridor continues for about 40 feet and leaves you outside an ordinary looking wooden door. As you would guess from the torches, the corridor is in regular use - a point made all the clearer by the wooden crates left at intervals along its length.
"You okay, fire-lady?" Snaggletooth speaks up. "You no look so hot."
He thinks for a second, "You don't like dead things either, huh? Ugly, nasty dead things are bad, yes, but not bad as sneaky creepers. Dead things don't blow up when you kill them." He shudders, remembering the fight with the dark creepers. "I have sword now. I am mighty warrior, too. Those creepers better look out next time we meet them." It almost sounds like Snaggletooth is trying to convince himself of that.
"I'm okay," Perigia says to Snaggletooth. "I just don't like the idea that someone could turn us against each other so easily. It's not right."
Brujo glares at the half-elven woman "I'm just stating my thoughts and what I know to be true. As for 'feeling bad' I could care less about what happened. It was a mistake, one that will never happen again"
Walking down the corridor he stares at the door, "So how wants to knocks on the creepy wooden door? I think this is the kobolds department"
Brujo glares at the half-elven woman "I'm just stating my thoughts and what I know to be true. As for 'feeling bad' I could care less about what happened. It was a mistake, one that will never happen again"
Walking down the corridor he stares at the door, "So how wants to knocks on the creepy wooden door? I think this is the kobolds department"
"At least it's not a creepy tunnel in the tomb," Perigia says.
For a moment he could swear a chill went down his back at Perigia's words "Yeah, could be that I guess."
Perigia:
"Blue flame elf, you want my help?" Snaggletooth asks in confusion. "Oh, you worried about more traps. O.K. Snaggletooth will check." He proceeds to do just that.
Snaggletooth's remarkably acute senses serve him well as he fiddles with the door. Although it requires no special skill to open, as he checks the fastening for traps, he is certain he can hear something coming from the other side. A faint skittering sound accompanied by the crunch of something being moved.
The kobold can sense no traps on this door or the area around it.
"Well, Snaggletooth, is it alright to proceed?"
Quietly, Snaggletooth puts one finger to his mouth. "Shhhh," he whispers. "Something moving in there. But no traps." Something about the sound makes Snaggletooth think of Kneebiter, being tied up and dragged along the floor. "Follow me" he says as he kicks the door open to surprise whatever is in that room.
Snaggletooth kick opens the door easily.
He sees that the room is essentially the Tower stores. Multiple boxes, containers and crates have been pulled into rough walls around the room, piled so high that you cannot see over them. Further, the basement is adorned with huge spiderwebs. The cause is sitting close to the door as Snaggletooth enters, legs extended and poised to leap. The sad remains of a small creature lies web-wrapped at its feet.
Nor is the spider alone. Scuttling towards the nearest box rampart, you see a clawed, chitinous figure, roughly humanoid in shape, but with curiously bisected arms.
[ooc]Initiative 1d20+5=17. Place me at F20, Brujo was hanging back as Snaggletooth went through the door.
Cronin
They have a spiritual kinship with spiders and scorpions and use them as human hunters use dogs or drakes. Ettercaps are not particularly clever, but they are cunning and often used by more powerful creatures as guards.
Snaggletooth kick opens the door easily.
He sees that the room is essentially the Tower stores. Multiple boxes, containers and crates have been pulled into rough walls around the room, piled so high that you cannot see over them. Further, the basement is adorned with huge spiderwebs. The cause is sitting close to the door as Snaggletooth enters, legs extended and poised to leap. The sad remains of a small creature lies web-wrapped at its feet.Nor is the spider alone. Scuttling towards the nearest box rampart, you see a clawed, chitinous figure, roughly humanoid in shape, but with curiously bisected arms.
Cronin eases past Snaggletooth (F18) and points at the ettercap. "Fall!" he shouts.
To his comrades: "Careful -- that ettercap means there are probably more spiders around -- as well as whatever brought it here."
Cronin eases past Snaggletooth (F18) and points at the ettercap. "Fall!" he shouts.
To his comrades: "Careful -- that ettercap means there are probably more spiders around -- as well as whatever brought it here."
"Oh great, that thing loves spinning webs and it will have company, lots of spiders and maybe more ettercaps be wary,"Leo mutters looking like he really doesn't like spiders...
Chittering with fury, E1 collapses in a heap, dazed by Cronin's power. It struggles to its feet, gesturing and squealing.
At the sound, two further Ettercaps appear from behind the boxes, wielding greataxes and a slightly larger one with more pronounced mandibles clambers up to survey the terrain.
Charge Attack vs. S2 1d20+10=15, Damage 1d10+5=12
"Have at them!"
Recklessly, Commander Caine hurls himself towards the spider. The arachnid is made of tougher stuff than he thought however, and dodges quickly aside.
Brujo eyes the developing battlefield and bides his time.
Recklessly, Commander Caine hurls himself towards the spider. The arachnid is made of tougher stuff than he thought however, and dodges quickly aside.
Brujo eyes the developing battlefield and bides his time.
Leo sidesteps to move past Fairwind and moves to engage one of the crate bound foes whilst drawing the ire of Caine's opponent.
For all
Leo stides towards the crouching ettercap and drives his blade home with precision.
Leo v E2 (AC) (1d20 9=22, 1d8 4=8)
In response, the webspinner clicks and fires sticky web from its imposing mandibles, neatly entangling both Cronin and Fairwind and immobilising the pair. Sidling closer, it aims a further jet of sticky web at Leo, which falls harmlessly away as the deft paladin spots the move in time and dodges.
The spiders lunge forward, eager to taste fresh meat. S1 misses Snaggletooth, but Commander Caine sustains a nasty bite from S2 and feels horribly as though the world has slowed down as poison courses through his veins.
Bite attack v Caine (1d20 6=21, 2d6 3=8).
Snaggletooth, seeing that he can't move effectively, decides to face the foe in front of him. He takes a deep breath and gives a fierce growl. "GRRRRRRRRRRRR!" He thinks to himself, 'at least they are not dead things.' as he strikes, making an opportunity for himself.
Snaggletooth stabs bravely at the spider (S1) and stays alert, waiting for the creature's next move.
Brujo disappears into mist, reappearing beside one of the spiders (S2)
"Well atleast it's not more of the undead"
Fairwind curses and a column of fire appears in the midst of the enemy ranks.
Teeth gritting, and unable to move, the half-elf woman raises a hand and chants a few arcane syllables. Flame launches towards the ettercaps, hitting the webspinner. The smell of charred spider web fills the air.
With an enormous effort, she pulls her legs and arms free of the sticky mess of webs.
Perigia moves swiftly behind Snaggletooth and sends sweetly scented tendrils of lethargy arcing across the room. The spider and the webspinner are unaffected, but E1, E3 are visibly slowed.
In a blaze of blue light, Brujo appears beside S2 and deftly finds a way through the creature's defenses. Legs flail as pain hits.
Seeing Brujo and Caine about to be mobbed, Cronin sends a spear of moonlight at the spider they are attacking. He meanwhile fails to extricate himself from the webbing, even after calling on Selune's grace.
Even as the sticky threads bind him tighter to the spot, Cronin unleashes a burst of divine light at S2. The spider writhes as the glow cuts into its tender underbody.
Clicking and chittering, E1 moves closer to S2 and trys and fails to entangle Brujo is a mess of web before Perigia's spell hits it and it collapses prone and unconscious.
E2 spits web at Leo, and successfully wraps the paladin up like a parcel. With a satisfied hiss, it pulls out its greataxe.
Web tangle (Ref) v Leo (1d20 7=15).
E3 advances on Brujo as well, but like its kin, misses the swordmage. With a triumphant chitter, it casts off the effect of Perigia's spell, and although still slowed, it remains upright.