Karethas glares at the slaver with visible anger. "What is unfortunate for your friends is that we already know they have no intention of returning the dean. Please tell them that they will NEVER see the scroll." He starts toward the door before pausing, "And tell Radi to make peace with whatever passes for a god that he worships. He should have known how dangerous we are."
Why tell Radi anything. He is not worth the value of the words we would use to insult him.
Slavers are abhorrent but the ways of this city see them provided for and tolerated. Though I am loathe that such things exist I'm not interested in starting a war with the slavers of the city when we have other things that are more pressing. Let's lead our friends out of here and contemplate our next steps...
Father Jackal slow claps as Karethas turns away. "Never is so final don't you think. It will certainly be more difficult without your cooperation, but I'd never underestimate the Consortium." He puts his hands on the rests of the ancient chair as if to rise. Then the stairs collapse forming a steep slide into the sunken pool!
Karethas
Kzrira
Varkata
foe
Karethas cannot even mentally congratulate himself for forcing the Jackal's hand before he is sliding into the pool.
Reflex:
Will: <-- +1 more if fear (Bravery)
Round 1
Big mistake dog man.
With that, the ever antsy archer begins to unload at the man on the throne.
Attack-rapid shot: <-- subtract 1 more if >30'
Damage:
--> if he is a gnoll, add +2 to attack and damage
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
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Karethas is so enjoying his ruse that he does not pay particular attention to the scheming slave lord and ends up flat on his back plummeting when the stairs collapse. He enters the pool right behind the priestess. Though crystal clear, the water feels faintly oily and unwholesome and has an unholy effect on Varkata and Karethas struggling to regain their footing in the breast high pool. Brutal urges swarm through their minds and their bones bend and twist into a bestial form leaving them impaired.
Ever wary Amir and nimble Kzrira jump down avoiding the trap.
Although Katapesh is a port city, Karethas has never been in water more than a foot deep. He manages to right himself and get his head above water momentarily, but it is clear from his struggles that he will not stay so long. Knowing his friends are still in a fight he casts a spell even though he feels the weight of his robes pulling him under.
Kzrira curses, in a rather unladylike manner.
Amir, toss them a rope. I will peg this scum as best I can.
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Swim:
The half-orc priestess also rights herself, and then calls on Cayden to aid her. A moment later, she is hovering above the vile liquid, and reaching out to grab the much lighter wizard.
Cast Fly
Karethas compensates somewhat for his awkward tumble into the trap by casting a spell that blinds Father Jackal and most of his monstrous pets in a gilded cloud. Varkata however flails at the bottom of the unholy font. Father Jackal curses and hunches over a moment transforming into tall gaunt dog-like creature which draws the heavy khopesh at its side though he still cannot see.
Kzrria takes advantage of his misfortune by firing a volley of arrows. The slaver is well warded though by heavy armor and magic. Only one arrow draws blood and is quickly ejected as the wound closes quickly.
Amir nods to the archer, opens the bag thinking of his rope, produces it and tosses it down to the others...
Karethas attempts to climb out with Amir's assistance, but is a weak girly man and cannot do it.
Amir tosses a rope to the desert conjurer struggling in the water. It takes a couple attempts, but Karethas pulls himself up out of the unholy fluid to lie bedraggled on the floor. Varkata finally gets her feet under her and pushes to the surface crippled by the cruel fountain. She prayers to her god and flies upward, free of the vile fluid.
Meanwhile, Father Jackal continues trying to clear his eyes of the blinding motes. He finally does so as does one of his pets. The pair of oversized jackals that were outside of the cloud circle around to assault the waterlogged wizard. A jackal the size of a war hound reaches Karethas before he can stand and bites him with sharp teeth tearing flesh and fabric.
Assuming that Karethas yells out "cold iron" between his gasps of pain from the puppies, Kzrira will switch to cold iron. If nothing is said, she would have tried one of each arrow, Silver, Cold Iron, and Normal, to see which, if any, affect the creature.
Round 2
I hate shape shifters. Almost as much as I hate gnolls.
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Round 2 - Varkata
Still feeling the effects of the unholy pool, the half-orc priestess grasps her holy symbol and speaks a loud prayer to her drunken patron. A moment later, a glowing, or is that bubbling, rapier appears out of the air and strikes at Father Jackal.
Cast Spiritual Weapon
Attack-spiritual weapon:
Damage: <-- force damage
Karethas stands, trying weakly to block any attacks by the jackals next to him. He steps away from them and casts a spell, causing a thick coating of grease to appear under the feet of the jackals.
Round 2 - edit for Varkata
Varkata will also fly over and attempt to interpose herself between the jackal and Karethas.
With spells flying Amir realizes he needs to change his approach so he moves himself back around the other way...
Karethas merely shouts out 'cold iron' and Kzrira replies with another volley of her stock set aside for Undra. The first arrow draws blood and doesn't automatically heal. Unfortunately, the villain is still heavily protected and turns aside the following shots. Amir jabs at the attacking jackal ( ; ; ) killing it with a flurry of blows. The second beast still manages to tear at Karethas' leg as the wizard stands and retreats. .
Varkata flies over to interpose after sending a glowing weapon at Father Jackal and Karethas casts a spell covering the narrow walkway in grease. The desert creature falls, opening itself to attack as it scrambles back on its paws. .
Father Jackal advances ignoring the spiritual sword and steps careful on the grease as he moves to attack Varkata.
Amir will step in front of Karethas and attack the other jackale
Amir will step in front of Karethas and attack the other jackal
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Round 3
Kzrira curses as her fairly well aimed shots are dodged by the dog man.
Stupid cur. Your horrors will end today, one way or the other.
With that she continues to pour cold iron arrow into the creature.
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Varkata
AoO-Varkata: <-- extra +4 for being prone as well I believe
Damage:
The big half-orc swings her sword at the malformed dog, hoping to keep it from regaining its footing.
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And then -
While the archer is attempting to pierce the cur's hide with arrows, the ever tipsy cleric steps back and calls upon the favor of her patron. A moment later, what looks like a magical spigot appear in the air. As suddenly as it appears, the spigot turns on and a flow of bright golden liquid pours down coating the were-creature with burning, albeit pleasant smelling, if you like beer, foam. This then disappears as fast at it appears, but the burns on the creature do not leave.
5-step back over the pit to avoid AoO.
Cast-Searing Light (just being creative with the description).
Attack-ranged touch: <-- hopefully that hits
Damage:
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Varkata Fly: vs. DC15
--> the drunken 1/2 orc flies like a dart toward a bullseye
Kzrira keeps firing though she is now rather painted into a corner with her companions behind the oiled floor. One of her shots hits while two are embarrassing misses. It certainly doesn't help that her companions are all cramping her style. Varkata slowly drifts up and backwards above them and out of the way, somehow maintaining control of her flight despite the crippling deformations and dimming of her intellect from strange accursed fluid in the well.
This allows Amir to step up flicking out a weapon to kill the wounded jackal and following it with a back slice at the slave lord which is parried. The two skilled rogues stand face to muzzle on the greased surface amazingly poised and balanced despite the treacherous footing.
Attack-Spiritual Weapon:
Damage: <-- force damage
Karethas points his hand, fingers splayed, at the Jackal and three purple shards of force slam into the slaver.
The tall gaunt shapeshifter looks injured as arcane bolts and an amber stream of holy spirits burn him. He casts an evil eye upon the archer whilst defending himself from Amir's attack. Another pair of monstrous jackals attempt to slink around Amir to attack from behind. They maintain their footing, but hazard an attack of opportunity from the quick old rogue.
Will:
Kzrira decides that it is a good time to take a nap.
If Kzrira goes down, Karethas sees the jackals flanking the old man and steps forward. He reaches out with Tempest, electricity running up and down the staff. Otherwise he lobs a glob of acid at the werebeast.
Will: <-- well, that is substantially better.
Feeling some spell cast at her, Kzrira growls.
Someone is using magic. Lets make sure they do not do it again.
Varkata
A second later, Varkata calls out. Let me help you Amir.
With that (hoping Amir delays), the half-orc flies around behind the jackalwere and defensively attempts to help Amir.
Move: fly behind the jackalwere to provide flanking for Amir.
Action: Fight Defensive, Aid Another for Amir
Attack-aid another: vs DC10
--> +2 aid another for Amir, also +2 for flanking hopefully
Attack-spiritual weapon:
Damage:
Kzrira
As soon as she sees Varkata move, Kzrira continues to unload cold iron arrows at the vile jackal.
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Attack-rapid shot:
Damage:
Confirm Crit:
Damage:
Varkata: - Fly: vs DC10
And she fails. Not sure what that means. I would assume she ends up in the wrong square since I cannot imagine "falling" as might happen to someone with wings.
Amir lops off the over-sized head of the jackal attempting to dart past him which brings its craven partner to an abrupt halt. Behind Amir, Karethas charges his staff with electricity and pokes at the cowering beast. Tempest seems to sing with pleasure as the electricity crackles up and down its length. The wizard misses, but the jackal has something else to think about. Simin darts out and cuts the monstrous slaver, but the wound heals in an instant.
Kzrira shakes off the sudden onset of drowsiness and fueled by hate continues firing past her allies. One arrow strikes true piercing a joint in the jackalwere's armor and eliciting a howl of pain. Varkata attempts to fly around behind Father Jackal, but her contorted body and lack of experience with this mode of movement impair her. She circumnavigates the melee in a wide circle and then overshoots and bounces off the wall sliding to the ground about ten feet behind the wounded slave lord.
Glowing yellow eyes only on the dangerous archer, the jackalwere glares at the archer malevolently.
Sensing that he needs to strive for power over frequency the rogue attempts to use Sholeh in an acrobatic flourish in an attempt to lead the werejackal into a blunder...