The stream cascades into the pit.
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Opting to take the path where the wordy mage is not. Leaping off of the ledge. Color shifting to a bright red leaving a trail of thick ruby ichor behind him.
Trailing behind the surly phantom and grumbling to herself, "Can't believe I did this to myself."
Calling the last of his curative energy, Snorri takes a roundabout rout to avoid crashing into Nalnera, rushing to threaten the drow.
Nalnera strikes down the drow teetering on the edge of the magical pit. He falls into the fast moving stream and is washed away. The other struggles at the bottom of the pit.
Beyond your ability to see, a drow encants strange words from beyond the stars, drawing a foul black dust into this realm. The ground is covered in 2 feet of thick black dust. The dust makes it difficult to move, clinging to you like mud or quicksand.
Glenda stows hammer and shield as she starts switching to her crossbow.
As Torvi can’t even see any bad guys, she will keep singing and take the opportunity to heal herself.
Round 9
Moving with the stubborn slowness of a dwarf, Dasur manages to struggle his way through the strange black mist clinging to the ground. "This is mysterious." He says with a hint of curiousity in his usually monotone voice, climbing down the carefully hidden rope ladder along the edge.
"What sort of magic would you consider this to be, Erebos? This dust does not seem to be from the material plane. I am unaware of a means to counter it." He lifts his foot off of the ground, judging the properties of the strange mist.
Coughing because of the black dust, Snorri aims a javelin at the drow in the pit, but the stroke of bad luck that seems to have been plaguing him doesn't seem to relent.
This is no magic that Dasur has ever even heard of, something otherworldly. It appears to be a true summoning spell, to have drawn the dust from somewhere else rather than created it.
"The spell is simply called Black Dust, Dasur. It is not known to me, but I have seen it before. It calls its material from far away."
"Dasur is that pit permanent? Are we supposed to throw thing until we kill him or can we surround the pit and attack him on our level when we want?"
"Hmm. A bizzare dust, but is it from another plane or this one...?" Dasur contemplates this "Black Dust" , standing with his back to Erebos. Still slightly smoldering, the dwarf is jarred from his musings as Nalnera questions him.
"Ah, the pit should last approximately 40 more seconds and will then rise back up to our level after that time." He drones, leaning on his staff as he explains the basics of the spell. "I would caution going near the edge. Not only is it sloped and you risk falling in, but once it begins rising all of the water that flowed in from the stream will disgorge itself and create a wave of water that could cause one to lose their footing."
He points a finger at the northern island. "I suggest using an alternative route, around the pit, for now."
The dark elven magic user twists his hands into claws and thrusts them toward you, gathering magical energy to lash out with a violet colored bolt of pure force.
Damage
From the shadows, trained orc archers move in to reinforce their drow commanders. The drow underestimated the dwarves, hoping to enjoy hunting them. Now they realize the seriousness of the threat, and respond accordingly.
The drow in the pit sinks beneath the surface of the water.
Round 10
Torvi will keep singing and again heal herself.
Snorri's javelin finally finds purchase in the dark elf, and the prince, wincing as the spell slams into him, moves downstream.
"This area is a tactical disaster, if they have ranged weapons! Try to finish the trapped one and let's move downstream, to avoid the spell!"
Glenda finishes stowing her hammer and shield and now draws and loads her crossbow.
Round 10
The sticky star stuff slows Dasur's movements, but after a few seconds he ends up behind Regnir. He can now make out the other side of the stream, but sees nothing to weave spells upon.
The orc and drow closest to Snorri continue the attack on him, launching arrow and magical arrow of acid at the dwarven paladin, both assaults causing damage.
The other three orcs launch an assault at the dwarven targets within reach.
[ooc]8 damage to Regnir. That ends my turn. Round 11[/dice]
Snorri keeps moving downstream, snapping the arrow that has planted itself in his thigh.
Torvi’s song keeps ringing in here ears as she sees where the arrows are coming from, so she moves up stream and leaps to the island with the rock on it...
She can now see the archer orcs, so she keeps moving and leaps across the next patch of water...
and keeps moving to the north all the way to where she is just west of the furthest south of the three archers (unless they spot between the three of them is open), and has all three of them threatened by her weapons.
Round 11
Dasur slowly moves to the edge of the stream, eying the water warily. Water was often a friend of Earth, as the two shared a border in the Outer Planes. But he knew it was a capricious element, and it was just as likely to swallow him up as whisk him to safety should he fail to make the jump.
Yet, on the other side of solid stone, and even covered in the mystical black dust he knew it would be good footing. Torvi vaults by the wizard like a majestic antelope as he takes one tiny hop forward, clearing the stream.
Crossbow now at the ready, Glenda moves down a hall to a ledge from which she can snipe.
Glancing up and groaning at the arrival of new foes. Looking over at Regnir, "You coming?" before moving slowly pushing though the dark murky waters.
Shrugging and staring back at the pit but his opinion changes when the arrow slams into his shoulder. Growling and moving to follow Nalnear.
The orc closest to Nalnera lauches an arrow at her. The arrow finds its way home. The drow conjures a crackling magical snowball that soars by her, the cold brushing against her cheek harmlessly.
Uncomfortable with the nearness of his opponent, the wizard retreats into darkness.
Confronted by the sudden movement of Torvi to join them, the other orcs drop their bows. One of them attempts to grapple her.
Seeing the dwarf grappled, the other two drop their own bows and draw short swords to attack.
[ooc]so 7 damage to Torvi and she is grappled unless she does awfully well on the Attack of Opportunity.
Round 12 for you guys.
My AOO:
I fail to hit, which would have stopped the grapple attempt.
As I’m grappled, I am flat footed to the other two orcs, so they both hit. Deal me some more damage.
Torvi will attempt to smash the one grappling her with the helmet...
Glenda nearly drops her crossbow from her perch.
Round 12
Still trudging through black dust with classic dwarven stubbornness, Dasur feels comfortable on the solid rock of the stream's island.
Seeing Torvi is in need of assistance, he taps his staff on the ground. A rumbling courses through the stone and beneath Torvi's feet, and a cloud of acid suddenly explodes from the ground to engulf the orc she is fighting.
Seeing Nalnera and Torvi sprint ing forward, Snorri curses and wades again through the black dust, as fast as he possibly can.
Finishing his movement and slamming his fist into the drow before him
Grunting at the newest injury but continuing her movement.
The orc breathes deeply of the acidic vapors, briefly made ill by the attack.
Failing to grapple the greased Torvi, the orcs around her continue their short sword attacks.
Only one connects.
The orc near Nalnera attacks the her spirit companion.
The drown nearest Nalnera continues to retreat from the assault.
Round 13, you guys are up.
I’m unsure which is the injured one, but I’ll 5’ away from that one and swing away with the dorn-dergar..
Bludgeon
Round 13
Unwilling to risk jumping the gapwith the black dust sticking to his legs, Dasur takes cover behind the nearby rock jutting out of the island. He knew his pit spell would be ending soon and sending a flood of water in all directions; thus the rock would break up any flooding heading towards him and hopefully prevent him from being washed away.
In the distance Torvi was still engaged in cobat, but now that she was out of the center mass of the orcish swarm threatening her t he wizard could safely deal with them.
Waving his staff in an arc through the air and twisting his fingers into incricate arcane shapes, portals to an unstable portion of the elemental plane of earth open in the ceiling.
A great cascade of rubble pours from the ceiling, splashing into the stream with enough force to cause the entire cavern to echo with the sounds of churning water. The orcs are pelted with a hail of debris and though the expertly placed spell covers Torvi in a layer of fallout dust, it leaves her compeltely unharmed.
Fweeee
Torvi crushes one of the orcs with her attack of opportunity. The other two move to attack her.
She scores 2 solid hits against the orc. Not enough to bring them down, but strong blows.
Both of the Orc's miss Torvi.
Round 14 for the Dwarves.