Shards of the Titanswar

Game Master EldonG

The various attacks slammed into Sakuro, and she let out a sharp cry of pain.

Well, that was totally useless. Repeatedly so, in fact, and she was starting to hate it. If her spell hadn't affected them at all, though, that probably meant... undead, not merely insubstantial. But still both, likely as not, and she took a quick five-foot step backwards while muttering under her breath.

The effect was immediate. Light flashed from the space in front of her, solidifying into a solid shape a moment later - a small horse, but one that glimmered with celestial light. Its attention focused on one of the spirits, and a burst of power erupted out of its body.

Cast: Summon Monster I. 2 1st level spells remaining today.
Pony: Smite Evil on closest spirit.

It lashed out with both of its hooves a moment later in a massive attack against that spirit. Unfortunately...

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0 for 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 - 3 ⇒ (10) - 3 = 7 for 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"...GAAAAAH! WORK, YOU STUPID SPELLS!" This was not going even slightly the way she'd hoped, though at least she now had a pony between her and her foes... but seriously, come on! Why was none of her magic actually doing well right now? Ugh...

Jun channels healing those that got injured and excluding any enemy that got hit.

1d6 ⇒ 4

Aya backs away 10 ft.from her attackers, while nocking another arrow, and fires at one of her attackers.
Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 37
Possible Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Aya momentarily turns in the direction of Jun and says, Thanks. Darn, missed again. Really hard to hit these creatures.

Reiko turns, his eyes again wide and wild with the same blinding rage as the last time he was enlarged, but this time, his swings are not wild like they were, but the same calculated precise strikes as usual. It is apparent to anyone who sees that his eyes aren't seeing the present, but a vision from the past, as they are distant, clouded almost. His blade arcs at the one attacking Aya.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Extra Crit Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 6
The first vision that comes is of a body, a young girl who is sobbing, chained to an altar. A small group of people wearing black cloaks and hoods are in a circle, chanting in a language that Reiko doesn't recognize, even though he's chanting along with them. Suddenly, one of the members steps forward and drives a dagger into the girl. A moment later, everyone else steps forward in turn and does the same. Her gurgling screams fade away as the vision turns to black.

The third is of the group in a meeting, and there is some kind of disagreement. After a few moments, the argument reaches a peak, and half of the members walk out in an angry storm. The vision shimmers, and becomes the scene of a battle, the two sides fighting fiercely. Reiko's side loses, and Reiko is knocked unconscious.

Round 2___________Init 22

"Blast it!" Antonio shouted as his sword passes through the creature to no effect.
Taking heart as Reiko obliterated one with a perfect slash, he swung again with his off hand torch, the fire trailing through the arc lighting up the fog around him.
torch attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 for a possible 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 bludgeoning and 1 point fire damage.
miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 85 Would have been a hit, but he swung at one low and away.

Concerned, he shouted; "Reiko! Are you alright? Your eyes went blank for a moment!"

This fog be damned! Doran gives Cauis a concerned look followed by an audible sigh as the first screams begin. The lumbering half Orc sprints towards the commotion drawing his newly acquired Great-axe as he barrels towards the shoreline shacks. Frantically looking for any in need he yells out COME TO MY VOICE IF YOU SEEK AID! init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Doran readies himself to swing at the first hostile figure that reveals itself in the fog. Lunk's Greataxe +rage -1 for power attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 16 damage: 1d12 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 3 = 16

Guys...don't forget the 50% miss chance on these pains...

my bad still working out the back in game jitters lol miss: 1d100 ⇒ 32

In the midst of the turmoil, it's almost unsettling to hear a calm voice...Heroes! Group together...get your casters to the center, and stay close, to make sure they can't flank you...and you...healer...channel energy with a mind to harm them...they are not among the living, anymore...

The voice is beautiful, in an odd way...feminine...liquid and flowing...soft...and almost musical.

I'm coming to you...we shall stand together...you will not fall, under my protection!

...of course, the voice is some distance away when you all hear it...so it's impossible to see who is speaking...

Jun had no idea his ability can do harm to those that came back. He moves in to the midst of as many as possible and channels, but instinctively adjusts it to harm the beings instead of heal his friends. He listens for the wail of the beings in pain as confirmation he did it successfully.

Channel 30' Radius Will Save DC 15 for half: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Any chance Antonio or I recognize the voice? Or anyone else on our side for that matter.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Not only is the voice unrecognizable, you've never heard one like it...there are qualities of the voice that make it sound unique...not human, not elven...certainly not dwarven or gnomish...no race you could think of would have that sound...

Before Jun channels, they do get attacks...

Character: 1d7 ⇒ 5
Character: 1d7 ⇒ 4
Character: 1d7 ⇒ 5
Character: 1d7 ⇒ 7

Ouch, that's four on Aya!

...some fade, as others move in...in a calculated way...

Aya: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Aya: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Reiko: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Reiko: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Aya: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Aya: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Jun: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Jun: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

...again, viciously clawing and biting...and then...

Save: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Jun channels...and they're wracked by pain...

Despite Doran's better judgment he will continue move towards the voice hailing from within the mist looking for allies along the way.

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Round 2

Varuk focuses on moving forward. No more of these spirits are near, so he continues to head closer to other people, his blade at the ready. "Can one of you soft folk hear me? Varuk will help you."

Double move if need be to head closer to the sounds of the spirits attacking and of weapons swinging.

Varuk will easily find the group, and can get in an attack...

Deciding that the wise thing to do would be to listen to the voice telling her to not get hurt, Sakuro glanced back to where the others were and moved. Normally, trying to go so far would leave her vulnerable to the attacks of the creatures, but her inherent magic let her do funny things to space.

Sakuro: Dimensional Slide (teleport) to behind the others; this movement does not provoke an attack of opportunity. 1/4 points remaining in Arcane Pool.

Meanwhile, her summoned ally wasn't going to be around much longer... but it did lash out as viciously as it could, trying to slam its hooves into one of the monsters and bring it down for good.

Attack Roll: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6 for Damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Attack Roll: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14 for Damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Miss Chance?: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Round 2...Continued

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 15 Miss. Dang!

Varuk brings up his sword and slices at one of the spirits attacking Aya, but his strike seems to find only air.

Round 3___________Init 22

Antonio played it safe and stuck around Reiko and Aya, as they seemed to be attracting all the creatures ire at the moment.

He swung again with his sword.
duelling sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 for a possible 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 slashing, and cold iron damage.
miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 6
Another wild swing...

Coming into view through the fog is a strangely beautiful...creature...she seems guided by sound and instinct more than anything else...it seems as if she is comprised of water...clear blue, sparkling water...though it stands in the shape of a beautiful woman. She wears a few pieces of jewelry - most notably a silver tiara on her forehead, in which is mounted a pearl.

...as she arrives, she reaches out to touch a few of you...

I am Alyra, Sister of the Sea. Allow my touch so that I may set the link...it is my duty...my destiny...to heal and protect the heroes of this land...and...I sense it in you...you are those heroes.

If allowed, she reaches out to touch Antonio, Doran, Reiko, Falcon, and Jun. If her touch is avoided by any, she'll reach for Aya and/or Sakuro.

Jun allows her to touch him, confident that his gaining of power have led up to this moment.

Antonio's eyes narrow, wondering at the sudden appearance of the mysterious woman.
Someone able to do that, might also be able to set these creatures on the town... He thought.
He tries to judge her words...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Are there any most creatures remaining near us while this is happening?

Yes, but they've thinned significantly.

Antonio nods slowly, accepting her touch.
"There is more, I think, that you have not spoken of yet. What is it?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Doran will appoarch his allies and readies an action to attack anything that is hostile to himself or his allies. He will not move in range of the watery woman but keeps a watchful eye on his companions to make sure they arent being harmed.

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When the woman reaches to touch him, Reiko responds by swinging his katana in a horizontal swing at her neck. At the last second, he seems to realize what's going on. His eyes snap back into focus and he drops the blade, falling to one knee and breathing heavily.
Wha... Was that real? Did that happen? Am I... One of the bad guys...?

One of these days, she really needed to get into some kind of magic-focused library and figure out what in the world was going on with these kinds of events. After all, knowledge was the best weapon you had! Especially when all of your magic seemed totally useless. Everyone had bad days, but still... sigh.

Reiko's blade almost touches her neck...and she doesn't flinch.

Alyra suddenly becomes aware that her appearance is causing confusion, and just as the little fiends rally for another attack, she turns...BEGONE!
Those of you with an understanding of channeled positive energy understand well what she's done.

Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 4) = 11

Save: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Once again, all those in the immediate area are gone, though they didn't flee, this time, fighting it for all they were worth.

Can we attack the little... things?

"Let's keep at it, we'll have them defeated soon at this rate!"

If anyone takes a look at Reiko while he's on his knee, his eyes are crimson, and they are still wild, like he's fighting for control of his own body.

For the moment, the area is clear. They got hit hard, twice in a row...

We need to organize...get casters to the center, where they can be protected...I've only linked with one, so far...I'm trying to locate the warriors among you...to establish the link. Is anybody hurt?

Alyra raises her hands...and slowly reaches out with them...

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Aya moves to Alyra. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Guys, the ball is in your court...at the moment...if nobody else does or says anything of significance, they'll be rallying, and I'll continue their attack later tonight.

There doesn't seem to be anything for me to respond to, so I'm ready to move on with whatever everyone else decides. ^^

Aya looks at Alyra and says: I have been hit by 2 of these creatures.
She then tries to remember if she has heard any stories of lake fog, mist creatures, or the strangely beautiful creature standing before her. Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
May I ask who and what you are? Are you in any way responsible for these fog creatures? Do you know what they are or what they want? Can you tell us anything that will help us rid the village of them and maybe for good?

Reiko looks up, his eyes becoming more lucid, and replies to Alyra.
Ive no idea who you are, but thank you for your aid. This town sorely needs anyone it can get.

Not sure if it is my turn yet, but I will channel to hurt them again, either before them or after if I went already

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Will DC 14

Save: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Jun's channeling catches them off guard, and buys even more time...the fog is very much thinning in the area...

Alyra reaches to touch Reiko...

It is my duty...and my destiny...

She turns to Aya...touching for a moment...Healing waters, flow through me! Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 7) + 10 = 23

I will speak more later...but...I surmise that they are of the...monastery...I only know they are undead from my previous channeling...I am almost certain that they have a target...you. You...all...have a great destiny...

Aya listens and watches Alyra closely as she casts the healing. Spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Aya looks amazed at Alyra. How can a cure light wounds spell cause so much healing?