Fairwind sees the prone form of Mirth on the ground, "Gorram..."
Snaggletooth uses his agility to shift away from his enemies and move towards his kobold allies for cover. "Here, old friend," Snaggletooth smiles. "This is for you." and tosses him his shortsword. "Now, let's show these creepers how Bleak's Band fights! GRRRLL" as he snarls and faces the Ettercaps.
Kneebiter's eyes go wide and he grins hugely as Snaggletooth throws the short sword in his direction.
"I will be sneaky!" he bellows.
"Hey! Who turned out the lights?!"
Brujo disappears, but not before leaving his mark on the creeper.
He soon appears next to Snaggletooth.
"SIGH... I was hoping she would be hear to see this. But I got no choice, I can't let you be beating on my comrades like that" He has a sad a look on his face, but grins as blue flame beings to roar. The flames envelop his face, becoming a buring mask.
"BURN" his voice crackles with the sound of fire. He opens a closed hand toward the mob and releases a vortex of blue flame
"Hey! Who turned out the lights?!"
EDITED to take account of Caine.
The Commander swings wildly at where he knows the creeper must be, but misses.
The ettercaps click and chitter at each other as they maneuver to new positions. E1 trudges towards Kneebiter and spits webbing at the unarmoured kobold, successfully wrapping him in sticky threads and immobilising him.
Web tangle v Kneebiter (ref) (1d20 7=19).
E2 takes advantage of Snaggletooth's concentration on his friend and ranges alongside, greataxe held high. The chittering reaches an ear-searing crescendo and the axe sweeps down, knocking Snaggletooth off his feet and into unconsciousness.
Axe attack v Snaggle (AC) (1d20 9=26, 1d12 5=15).
E3 advances on Cronin, mandibles extended spits more webbing in the hope of an easy meal. Although he does his best to dodge, the sight of two comrades prone and bleeding to death distracts the cleric and he finds himself enrobed in thread and unable to move.
Axe attack v Snaggle (AC) (1d20 9=26, 1d12 5=15).
Filled with horror at the choice he has to make, Cronin manages to turn his head to Leo. "Help Mirth," he begs before channeling his powers once more and reviving Snaggletooth again. Selune's blessings wash over the bleeding kobold and although prone and distressed, he is back among the living.
Filled with rage, the shifter smacks at the ettercap next to him in the faint hope that he'll be able to damage the creature. His blow makes no impact on the chitinous covering, but his rage fuels him enough to break free of the entangling web.
Spiked gauntlet v E3 (1d20 4=10, 1d6=4)
Devlin finally emerges from behind C1, his rakish face alight with pleasure.
"Mouthy gal - why it's good to see you again. Been missing your ways." He glances with mild regret at Mirth. "Sad to say, your horny pal just doesn't have your staying power."
On the last words, he swings his halberd around in an artistic twist and slams it into the half-elf. "Got me some nice new tricks."
Halberd v Fairwind (1d20 10=26, 1d10 8=15).
C3 hisses as the inexorable pull of Leo's divine challenge hauls him away from Caine and it stabs at the noble paladin. The vicious dagger finds an easy opening in Leo's defenses and the half-elf feels blood begin to flow.
C3 v Leo (1d20 13=23, 1d4 5=6, 1d6=6).
C4 stabs hopefully at Cronin, but the cleric swings around at the last second, just deflecting the attack.
Beneath Leo's protective form, Mirth clings to life tenaciously.
C2 stabs happily at the paladin, once more finding a way through his armour.
C1 eases around to flank at Fairwind, but can't add to the damage done by Devlin's halberd. "Not next to me you morons."
Brujo can take no more. Teleporting to a more advantageous position, he calls on the strange blue energy infusing his unwilling body and lashes out like a madman.
"BURN" his voice crackles with the sound of fire. He opens a closed hand toward the mob and releases a vortex of blue flame
"Hey! Who turned out the lights?!"
Attack 1d20+3=18, Damage 1d10+4=13
Caine swings wildly. "Aaaahhhh! Give my sight back!"
Leo summons forth his faith as he focuses on the fight before him hoping to fell one of the creepers and avoid blinding his comrades he tries in hopes of freeing Commander Caine so he can join in the fight before its too late especially for Mirth....
Fairwind shoves her way through the melee once more, dodging attacks with one goal in mind.
"Devlin." she growls.
"Don't it go that the scum always rises ta the top?" she snarls as she slashes at the mercenary.
"You're still not putting the power into those blows gal. See, you've got to push from the shoulder. I did tell ya."
Devlin shrugs cheerfully as Fairwind's attack only manages to graze him.
Leo maintains his position protecting Mirth and does his utmost to defend himself at the same time.
Even as he protects Mirth and builds his own resolve for the coming battle, Leo manages to send a challenge to Devlin. The warlord flicks a glance in the paladin's direction.
"Nice to see preacher man's not lost his touch."
Kneebiter somehow manages to keep hold of the shortsword and stabs heroically at E1. Heroism is not enough however and the blow does nothing. Nor can he free himself from the webbing. The ettercap clicks happily and extends venomous fangs.
Kneebiter v E1 (1d20 2=5, 1d8=5)
Kneebiter save v immbolisation (1d20=8)
From within the cells, draconic argument can be heard. It seems that soft words are not the only weapons as you can also hear the sound of clenched claw hitting scale.
and save=18
Snaggletooth rises like an avenging fury and in a flurry of teeth and scale stabs C1. It is entirely clear that the creature is barely grasping on to life. Devlin looks askance and seems to be trying to find a way to get out of range.
With a final powerful move of his arms, Snaggle breaks free of the tangle of webbing and waits, vengeance in his eyes, daring C1 to attack him.
The Commander flails wildly again and misses C3. Infuriated with himself, he shakes off the darkness and can see again.
The ettercaps move in clicking horribly.
E1's axe rises and falls and Kneebiter only has time for one cry of "Snaggletooth" before he falls, critically injured, to the ground. The ettercap shifts towards Snaggletooth with menace in its chitinous features.
E1 v Kneebiter (1d20 9=26, 1d12 5=13).
E2 does its best to dole out the same treatment to Snaggletooth, but the greataxe hits the ground rather than the desperately ducking kobold.
Devlin jabs a cynical thumb at Fairwind. "Webs guys, webs."
E3 does its best to oblige, spitting a gout of webbing at the ranger which wraps her neatly like a birthday parcel.
"Hey - suits you gal, should wear that more often," comments the increasingly hateful voice of Devlin.
E3 v Fairwind (Web Tangle, Ref) (1d20 7=21)
Cronin reaches down and offers up a brief prayer to Selune before channeling her power into the prone and surprisingly small body of Mirth. Shfting out of the main melee area, he tries once more to smack a creeper in the face, and only just misses.
Devlin himself grins happily at the web-wrapped form of Fairwind. "Let me show you. See, the power all comes from the shoulder. That's how you hit."
He pokes viciously and effectively at her before wincing a bit as Leo's Divine Challenge takes revenge on him. "Now, does that seem right to you?" he asks nobody in particular.
Devlin v Fairwind (1d20 12=26, 1d10 8=9).
"Oh I am going to enjoy taking you apart!" Leo growls over at Devlin.
"Now that's not friendly," Devlin puts a world of hurt feelings into his voice. "nor even that pious. To my mind, those of the righteous persuasion need to be more forgiving of the failings of their fellow men."
"Now that's not friendly," Devlin puts a world of hurt feelings into his voice. "nor even that pious. To my mind, those of the righteous persuasion need to be more forgiving of the failings of their fellow men."
"That works much better if you wasn't stabbing someone completely defenceless, but don't worry one way or the other I promise we'll be getting to grips on that difference of opinion, the question is do you want to start running now or when you have noone else to hide behind?" Leo retorts.
"I don't know that it's so much to do with you preacher, but if you want to join the queue, you're welcome. Let me see now, there's my jumpy friend with the paranoia, mouthy gal, horny gal and now you. Seems there's a whole room full of people anxious to get close to me. Ain't that lucky?"
"I don't know that it's so much to do with you preacher, but if you want to join the queue, you're welcome. Let me see now, there's my jumpy friend with the paranoia, mouthy gal, horny gal and now you. Seems there's a whole room full of people anxious to get close to me. Ain't that lucky?"
"Oh yes it truly must be your lucky day, I just hope you have time in your busy schedule to fit us all in!" Leo grins back.
"I just have this way with people. Some folks do."
"I just have this way with people. Some folks do."
"Yes but you have a real talent for bringing out the most extreme of responses," Leo barks back.
Bolstered by the unaccustomed touch of benevolent divinity, the tiefling swiftly rolls to put her back against the wall, flicking her tail toward the pallid eyes of the nearest creeper, hoping to distract it and buy herself some time.
Insight v Mirth's Bluff (1d20 4=24)
C2 blinks fleetingly as Mirth's tail flickers past its face, but the creature is too wily to be deceived.
C3 shifts and stabs Leo, taking vengeance for the escape of easy prey.
C3 v Leo (1d20 13=21, 1d4 5=9).
C4 turns unexpectedly on Cronin, hissing with delight as the shifter finds his back to the wall.
C4 v Cronin (1d20 11=19, 1d4 5=7).
"grr" Brujo lets a low growl from his masked mouth. He arcs his arm back and send his blade flying. As it flies its breaks into burning ash covering all it it's path.
The sword reforms in moon elfs hand. He points at an ettercap ([ooc]E1) and leaves a buring mark on him
Lost in his anger and the arcane energy surging through him hi strikes at one of the creepers.
Rev
I used aegis of shielding on C3 on my last turn. So any attacks would be at -2 and any damage would be reduced by 7 points.
"Wow!" Amazement stupidifies Snaggletooth for a moment. "Bru-jo, you ARE mighty warrior!"
Brujo's succession of attacks have varied effects. Devlin and E2 both flare briefly with coruscating blue flame and his attack on C1 causes the creature to explode.
Alas, Brujo has only a fleeting instant to enjoy the impact of his attacks before he, Fairwind and Snaggletooth are all blinded. It is some satisfaction that E1 and E2 suffer the same fate.
C2 takes full advantage of the opportunity and stabs the swordmage as he gropes in darkness.
C2 v Brujo (1d20 11=30, 1d4 4=6, 1d6=3).
Fairwind strikes out in anger, slashing madly before shaking off the magical blindness, and cutting free of the web.
Fairwind's attacks, though ferocious, don't make any impact on the ettercap.
Fairwind's attacks, though ferocious, don't make any impact on the ettercap.
"Well we can't have that!" Leo grins at his opponents as he shifts past them calling upon his faith as his sword gleaming pure silver slashes straight into one of Fairwind's opponents...
"Okay people its time we kicked these critters out with the garbage!" Leo taunts his opponents.
"Don't feel left out Devlin I'll be there soon enough!" Leo smirks at the mercenary.
Leo's link with Kelemvor brings bloodying devastation to E3 and the sight invests his comrades with wellbeing.
Slumped in a pool of his own blood, even Kneebiter manages to cling on to life a little longer.
Death save 1 (1d20=11)
The noises from the cells suggest that the turncoat kobolds are under control, for the moment at least. Less welcome is Devlin's happy smile and cheery wave of his hand.
"No rush preacher man. Got some more friends coming. Could be quite a party."
"Caine can you get that creeper off Mirth's back so she can area effect Devlin and those two ettercaps?" Leo calls over.
Fairwind grins at Leo, "I knew I liked you, preacher man!" she says with renewed vigour, "Time for a reckoning!"
"Forget it mouthy gal. He's not your type."
"You wouldn't know my type if it bit yer ass."
"Shame you're not appreciative of my charms, but hey, one less thing to regret when I'm carving you up. Reckon she'd go for me?" he jerks a dirty thumb at Mirth.
"Yeah, if you weren't a mercenary scumbag with the looks of a troglodyte and the personality to match."
"Man's got to earn a living. I'm not blaming you for murdering my colleagues and making me a stonemason, now am I?"
"Ya forgot the bit where you were working for necromantic slavers."
"Ancient history gal. Got myself a new boss now. Nice guy. Welcoming of my talents."