Round 3
Dasur attempts to run towards his companions, but slips on a puddle of water and goes tumbling towards their feet.
His falling roll is fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, completely stopped as the sticky strands hold him fast.
Stuck upside down and flailing pitifully, the wizard seems to be completely immobile. "Ah, a Web spell. After seeing its effectiveness, perhaps I should learn it." He says with all the emotion of someone examining a wheelbarrow.
Craning his head up, Dasur struggles to grab a stick of butter from his spell component pouch and make the series of gestures necessary to open microportals to the elemental plane of lard on Torvi's body.
Snorri twists, and the web finds no purchase on the polished mithril armor at first. However, as he slashes at the thick filaments, he finds himself increasingly tangled and enveloped.
"Dasur! Instead of admiring this nice handiwork, how do we get it off?"
"Oh, the web is extremely flammable and rapidly combusts." The upside down wizard replies, his flailing stopped for now. "Which may be exactly what the caster has in mind."
Glenda grunts as she takes the hit from the sword and uses that as an opening to press her own hammer strike.
Fail
Torvi attempts to get loose of the webbing on her action
Success
She then moves towards the drow up the hall as far as she can. Right next to it, if I can please.
Can someone move me?
Apparently I do need another roll...
Woot!
Glenda's hammer connects with the drow archer. Faced with a melee foe, he withdraws.
The drow facing Torvi is surprised at how easily she escapes from the webs. He pivots his strategy, stepping back and forming his dark hands into a horizontal fan.
[ooc]The third drow just moves to be in place to attack anyone who makes it this far.
Round 4
"That's good to know! Brace for fire!"
With a grunt, Snorri reaches for the alchemist's fire in his satchel, uncorks it and throws it in front of him. Unluckily, the sticky filaments binding his arm throw his aim off.
So, before I try that reflex save, how about a quick AOO. I’m threatening at 5’ with the helmet, and at 10’ with the dorn dergar...
Bludgeon
If that hits, then he needs to make a concentration check (DC 24+ spell level) before his spell goes.
Erebos smacks out flames as they race over his arms and legs. "Must you dwarves be do self destructive..."
Round 4
Dasur, still hanging upside down in the web, is resigned to his fate but not exactly content. Being suspended in the air was not comfortable for a dwarf so connected to the earth, and it reminded him far too much of the hot air balloon.
He struggles to free himself so he can continue to give aid, but only succeeds in flipping himself diagonally.
Torvi swings her weapon at the spellcaster that just roasted her...
Bludgeon
She then takes a 5’ step towards the elf, to close the gap.
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Glenda advances to keep pressure on the archer.
Continuing to trail behind the temperamental one and moving behind the drow foolish enough to ignore him. Growling as his hands lose their grip on the corporeal world and all color vanishes from his form. Becoming a dark figure that seems to drink in all light.
Tugging against the webbing before lifting her axe and praying that in the close quarters it is only a foe that gets hit.
Snorri rushes towards Torvi as soon as the burning webs give way. "Press on! Give them no quarter!"
The flames begun by Snorri's alchemist fire lick quickly though the rest of the web, causing a brief flash of light.
The drow who fled Glenda continues to flee, taking a shot at Regnir to aid his companion.
The drow facing Glenda steps back, casting a familiar spell to cover the cavern floor with a slippery grease.
Glenda's feet slide out from under her and she falls to the floor.
The drow pressed by Torvi lashes out at Regnir with his longsword.
Nothing.
Erebos moves forward and launches a missile at the retreating drow wizard.
Round 5
Torvi yells to Snorri (in Dwarven), ”Switcheroo at your direction,” and she readies herself for the movement.
When Snorri directs, Torvi will 5’ in his direction, while he does a 5’ into her spot, and then she uses her Standard action to start her Raging Song.
Raging song: +2 STR/CON, +1 Will Save, -1 AC, Cannot use CHA, DEX, or INT based skills except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride), or any ability that requires patience or concentration.
Round 5
Dasur, still stuck upside down, can do little but sigh and close his eyes as the flames race over the spider webs.
All the wizard feels is a flash of burning pain and gravity taking over as he is unceremoniously dumped onto the stone floor below.
Groaning and coughing, he picks himself up, then starts to run down the hallway that Glenda just went down, trailing smoke.
Nalnera would notice that Dasur's hair appears to be on fire; the tip of his low-hanging ponytail smolders slightly, flaring a hot yellow-red as he runs. It smells awful.
Snorri steps in Torvi's place, ducking the head to avoid the chain of her dorn-dergar as he cleaves upwards with his axe. The precise movement, however, made his trajectory evident and easy to dodge.
Glenda carefully crawls back out of the grease and then stands up.
Torn between needing the flames to be free and the natural fear of being burned. Though as with life what she wanted did not matter and the flames licked around her.
Dropping to the ground and patting herself down and running around the corner after Dasur.
A furious growl crawls out of the wraiths throat and he lifts is ichor covered hands to slam them into the drow.
Regnir's fists slam into the drow, who is severely discomfited.
The cornered drow calls out to his companions, "Peel this spirit off of me before these rock heads send me to pharasma's wheel." The wizard takes a defensive stance, back to the wall.
The other two concentrate their attacks on Regnir, attempting to assist their companion.
Seeing their attacks have little effect on the spirit, the two drow retreat, sliding down a carefully hidden rope to the level of the stream, leaving their fellow behind. Never trust a drow, I suppose.
In the distance, you hear the beat of a drum, throbbing like the heartbeat of a great beast.
Round 6
Dasur casually jogs past Reginar and his fellows beating the life out off a nearby drow wizard as he makes his way to the river. The drumbeats reverberating throughout the cavern fill him with a sense of wonder- they echoed so pleasingly along the cavern walls, shaped by the stone and water. A symphony of the elements, he surmised.
"Just... stand... still! Or surrender! You have no chance of victory, alone!" Snorri growls, frustrated as yet another axe swing goes wide, scraping sparks off the tunnel wall.
Torvi may currently be under direction to not kill a specific drow, but she has no such problem regarding others of the kind. She continues to sing, and flank, and power attack the drow wizard.
Bludgeon
Torvi strikes true, dropping the drow magician heavily to the stone floor.
”Take that you blue bastard!”
”And stay down!”
Iverna watches the drow descend from their stone shelf above. She reaches out with her gnomish magic and attempt to blind one of them, but the drow's natural resistance to magic is too strong. There is a reason that the drow are one of the most respected races in the Darklands.
Erebos races forward, pursuing his retreating kindred.
"They will be seeking orcish reinforcements. We should not allow them to escape, friend dwarves. Make haste to destroy them."
Glenda and Nalnera still have an action from Round 6, but let's go ahead to round 7. They can catch up when they are available.
Torvi casts expeditious retreat on herself and moves 50’ in the direction of the retreating elves. ”Heal me if you can, or do not, for I may not last long in this fight, but I am taking more elves with me.”
And she keeps singing, because she will want that going when she catches her prey.
Round 7
Still trailing acrid smoke from his bruning hair, the elementalist jogs past Erebos to get within range of the two other drow they were chasing. He reaches into one of his many pouches and tosses a handful of multicolor sand into the air in front of him.
With a powerful arcane trigger word and a thrust forward palm, the minds of the drow explode into a dazzling array of color. Dasur does not move from his stance, conentrating on weaving the spell around their foe's innate resistance to magics.
Snorri sprints as fast as he can go, trusting his darkvision to keep him out of the gaping hole in the cave floor. As he finds himself on a ledge, he jumps down with a grunt, trying to cut the drow's retreat.
The two drow shrug off Dasur's spell and continue their retreat, jumping lightly across the stream to a small outcropping above the rushing water.
Round 8, Dwarves are up.
Erebos calls out, "Be wary about overpersuing, dwarves, this has all of the marks of a trap. Don't let them string us out." The drow races forward, allowing himself to drift to the floor below.
Glenda moves around the long way and says, "We need to get some crossbows."
Torvi continues pursuing. With her 50’ movement, I believe she can get all the way to the drow on the island and be adjacent to both in a single move.
Her 50’ movement makes her jump to the island trivial.
She accepts the rage and attacks the yellow drow with her helmet...
She has her dorn dergar ready at 10’, so she intends to take an AOO if they back off more.
Round 8
As Torvi rushes by, Dasur takes a step forward in an effort to keep the Drow in sight. "Hold a moment, Torvi. Let Earth and Water ensnare our foes." The wizard says as he sees her preparing to jump across the chasm.
Extending a hand, the wizard manipulates the latent arcane energy infusing the nearby caves, calling upon the earth to aid him. With a quick draconic word and a sweep of his open palm, the ground beneath the drow suddenly disappears, replaced by a gaping extradimensional maw.
Water from the stream begins to slowly rush in from the slanted sides on the north and eastern portions of pit, the filling Dasur's trap.
5' step forward
One of the drow falls immediately into the pit. The other jumps to the edge of the pit, balancing between the stream and the slanted edge of the pit.