Zeltor |
"What is that?" - Zeltor lets out, genuinely curious as he steps away from the creature.
Arcana... No. Nature... Nope. Arrows... Check.
If he was still hesitating before attacking, the thought vanishes as Manny takes the lead, even though the monk is about sure that whatever the creature may turn into, it has chosen the worst possible place to do it - in Ruul's grip.
The thoughts do not deter his arrows however.
Move: 5' step away from 'it'
Standard: Flurry of Arrows on 'it'
Flurry of Arrows 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry of Arrows 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Ruul Spiritskin |
Due to his time in the arena Ruul had grown accustomed to being splashed with bodily fluids by dying and desperate opponents – blood, urine, and worse.
This was new and that troubled him. With a grunt, Ruul angles his head and drives his horns into the creature.
Grapple for Damage: 1d20 + 8 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 5 - 1 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
The Elusive Trout |
Sorval moves to block the exit.
With the exception of one arrow, all of the party's attacks hit the monstrosity now transforming in Ruul's arms.
It is a thing of horror that emerges after six seconds' time. Things like worms protrude from its stomache, and black ichor that may or may not be attributed to the pain drops to the floor. Despite all common logic, malevolent red orbs peek through the supposedly-opaque pant bucket.
It laughs in its dual tones, and a wave emits from its body.
Dc 15 Will or be Shaken. This is a fear effect.[ooc]
The wounds it has sustained seem to close on their own to a degree, though Ruul could tell he hurt it, and Zeltor's arrow remains in place.
3 little wriggling things start to animate on the floor where the ichor dropped, making their way towards Sunny.
[ooc]You're looking at diminutive creatures swarming, but not numerous enough to get swarm defenses. They are also too small to provoke attacks of opportunity.
They clamber onto the elf's ankles and are just, you know, generally gross. She gets the feeling they're trying to bite her, but her flesh is somehow warding them off with its thickness.
Bryndarys, meanwhile, slides out of Ruul's crushing grip like a greasy monkey. However, he cannot go invisible anymore.
Again! This time the order is: Manny, Zeltor, Ruul, Sunny, Sorval.
Zeltor |
Will Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Zeltor shivers at the creature's laugh, but stands his ground, again launching arrow upon arrow, surprised the creature managed to escape Ruul's grasp.
Flurry of Arrows 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Flurry of Arrows 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
:P
Sunny, |
Will Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
"Eeeewwww!" (>_<) Is Sunny's response to the little, wriggly, creepy crawly things which have slithered across the floor and over her tanned calves and shins.
She skips and dances about... sweeping up a small, square item from the floor and attempts to scrap said creatures into it/off with it.
CMB:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Ruul Spiritskin |
Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Surprised when the insubstantial thing slips from his meaty grasp, Ruul begins trying to squish it underhoof.
Flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
The Elusive Trout |
Manny stabs, Zeltor shoots, Ruul stomps, and Sunny is surprised to find that the small creatures assailing her behave as magnets attracted to the little box she's discovered. It sucks them in nearly instantly. Sorval continues to stand next to the door, her hands clenched around the hilt of her rapier.
Manny and Ruul seem to be the ones who hurt Bryndarys most, and it should be noted that he seems to actually repel Zeltor's arrows (it probably terrified them).
It responds with a cackle and uses nightmarish claws on Ruul. Bryndarys's claws rake the flesh only shallowly, but the wounds feel... tainted, somehow. 3 damage.
After the attack, the monster throws the bucket off of its head.
Again!
Zeltor |
Zeltor shoots again, but this time he is not so sure this is the best course of action - "Are my arrows even doing anything to this monster?" - he asks of his companions as much as to himself, but still he shoots undeterred.
Flurry of Arrows 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Flurry of Arrows 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Sunny, |
Still dancing a little and shaking her feet/toes after the wrigglies accosted her, Sunny advances on the bigger ugly with the box held out.
"Lets see if'n ye be tha' same as yer lil' crawleys, hey?" She declares, clutching the box almost like a talisman before her.
CMB:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Okeys, lets see if it be a magic box... (>_>)
Ruul Spiritskin |
The bull's hairy hide crawls as he suffers a nasty scratch on the leg but he continues stomping the paint-coated monster.
Flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
The Elusive Trout |
Ruul's attacks do yet more damage, and Bryndarys laughs masochistically as what is probably his blood starts to seep everywhere.
Sunny feels a pull from the box as she tries to shove the creature into it, and the boundaries of his claws flicker, but she misses and falls forward with the box.
Sorval moves forward and attempts to stab the monster with a rapier and a spell, but it fizzles and she misses.
Bryndarys turns from Zeltor to the newcomer as she whimpers. His attack snakes right past Sunny's shoulder and into Sorval's gut.
Manny, Zeltor, Ruul, Sunny, Sorval
Zeltor |
Haha Manny, you threw me off there for a moment :D
Zeltor is confused at this creature's actions - it seems hurt, yet laughing hysterically is something the monk would not expect - "This creature is mad, perhaps the pain and the wish for revenge have taken its toll?" - he analyzes, his methodical approach immediately replaced by concern when his companion is hit - "Be careful friend Sorval - do not risk anything" - he urges, again his arrows pumped one after the other.
Flurry of Arrows 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Flurry of Arrows 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Sunny, |
Sunny gasps as her friend gets 'sucker punched' in the tummy. Taking the box in a two handed grip she simply steps forwards and tries to beat the nasty creature over the head with it.
Att Roll 1:1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19(Spend a 'Ki' point)
Dam Roll 1:1d4 ⇒ 3 (It's only a little box)
Att Roll 2:1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 4 = 17 (Improvised weapons with out the feat take a penalty)
Dam Roll 2:1d4 ⇒ 2
"BAD! Bad critter thing!" She admonishes the ugly even as she begins to 'wail' away at it.
The Elusive Trout |
Manny stabs him, Zeltor peppers him with arrows, and the creature starts to gasp for breath, but still moves freely until Sunny slams into him with the small, painted box that he apparently entered in.
He is sucked into it instantly, leaving behind all of Zeltor's arrows behind intact, and the thing buzzes with malign energy in Sunny's hand for a moment before the entire shop grows still.
End combat.
Ruul Spiritskin |
Ruul scratches at the painful wound on his furry shin.
"We need to get that to a priest. I don't want to fight it again."
Do we know any priests in town?
The Elusive Trout |
The night streets are as safe as they typically are in this settlement. There are a couple of night watchman who greet you as they pass. It takes barely any time at all, then, to reach the brewery in which Marduzi and his brethren live and work.
The wounds tingle.
Marduzi's younger associate opens the door when it is rapped upon with groggy eyes and a lantern.
"Y'here to see Marduzi? Or the elder?" he asks, smacking his lips.
Zeltor |
Zeltor agrees with the path decided upon by his companions, and follows them in silence, watchful.
Knowledge (Local) as in 'Who is the elder?' :D: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Sunny, |
Marduzi's younger associate opens the door when it is rapped upon with groggy eyes and a lantern.
"Y'here to see Marduzi? Or the elder?" he asks, smacking his lips.
Suny, still holding the mystery box out in fornt and away from herself nods,
Aye! Marduzi or tha Elder or maybe both!" She declares, "Is rilly, rilly important." She nods to in agreement with her own words.
Ruul Spiritskin |
"We caught some kind of demon", Ruul rumbles before bending over to scratch at his itchy wound.
"We need the priest to bless it or something."
The Elusive Trout |
That would be Elder Brewer Tane. He is a bit on the venerable side and spends most of the day in bed and in prayer. He sometimes can be called on for higher-level spells, but some days he is just too ill to do so, which is why Marduzi has become the de-facto leader of this temple of Cayden.
The lad, whom Manny and Zeltor both know to be named Jory, leads them inside after concentrating momentarily on the object in Sunny's hands. His eyes were wide, and he is clearly shaken.
It smells of hops, and the building is still, primarily, a brewery. The group is left to wait by some lamps whilst Marduzi and an elderly man in a nightgown and cap come to greet them.
"What is all this about an evil box...?" Marduzi asks, whilst the elder strokes his chin and stares at the object in question, muttering a little incantation.
Spellcraft DC 12 tells you that's a Detect Evil.
"Evil, Son. Absolutely pure, unadulterated evil." the old man intones. He starts to work on another spell to diagnose the exact nature of the thing, but then he slows down, looking a little lost.
"What... was I doing?"
"I imagine you were identifying the box, sir." Marduzi offers helpfully, pity in his eyes.
"Ah. I was, wasn't I?"
He resumes his actions and then takes the object out of Sunny's hands, tsk-ing and shaking his head.
"Ah... I see." he murmurs.
"What is it, Father Tane?"
"The result of a reality-bending magic, I would wager... and something that will be hard to get rid of."
Jory, who hadn't been far away, scratches his head and offers up-
"Like an evil artifact?"
"Yes...er...I suppose..." Elder Tane answers, confused when the teenager laughs.
"Is it just me, or are those way too common in this world...? With all the evil artifacts in Taldor alone, you'd think people just wake up some mornings and think "hm, how can I make a reality-bending evil actualize itself today"?"
Marduzi clears his throat, and the youth goes quiet. By way of explanation, the man offers, "Jory hasn't slept for more than three hours in a week. I am sorry, we don't mean to make light of this situation. It's..."
"-bad, yes. Very bad." The elder finishes. "You're going to need the help of a powerful angel to get rid of this one, and perhaps other things, if it marked you..."
Marduzi puts a palm to his forehead as he watches Sorval's reaction.
"Elder, it is accursed? Surely we can help anyone who has become cursed..."
Elder Tane shakes his head.
"Again, not without the help of angels. Though I could protect them from the effects for a time."
Sunny, |
Sunny stands respectfully quiet and still as Marduzi and Elder Tane explain the 'Box'.
Hands clasped behind her back she absently begins to gently swing and sway before catching the eye of young Jory and opening up with a bright smile, then she glances down and blinks.
"Oh noes! I gots me shirt all smudged!" Then she notices her hands and arms and legs and feet and all the other places spattered with ink/paint from the fight with the nasty which is now in the box.
With mounting seeming horror/surprise she notes,
"I gots m'self all smudged!" Showing off her ink/paint smeared self.
Will Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
She stands still again and looks to Marduzi or her companions for help.
Ruul Spiritskin |
Ruul takes a break from scratching at his itchy wound to scratch at his shaggy mane in confusion.
"You got one of those sorts of angels around here?" he rumbles hopefully.
Zeltor |
"Angels" - Zeriax whispers, his fingers unconsciously going to his pointy fangs - "I would say you are right Manny, even though I have no idea how one goes about 'looking' for them - I guess a church would be a good place to start?"
The Elusive Trout |
The elder laughs at Sunny despite Marduzi's pointed glance. Jory holds out his hands in a placating gesture.
"Now, child, it isn't a literal mark." Elder Tane points out helpfully. "It is the wounds you need to worry about."
Sorval looks like she might be physically ill this very instant, but makes a conscious effort to not let loose anything within her stomach's contents.
"-but before you panic," Marduzi says with a sigh, "You're partially right about travelling to find one. Both the elder and I know of a place on the mountain. It is... hidden, of course. An old shrine."
Elder Tane starts to say something and then becomes utterly listless, staring into space.
Sunny, |
*Hugz* Mistress Trout. (^_^)
Suny pats what ever cloth she's found against poor Ruul's side, hoping her limited measures do some good for his pain/ills.
Heal Check:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
She listens as Elder Tane gives his information, blinking owlishly as she works to understand his words.
"So. We can be goin' an' takin' this box full o' troubles off ta' this place an' there be somat whut'll be fixin' it then?" She asks, looking to Marduzi thence Master Tate before looking down at herself,
"Oh, I know t'is nuffin' but like what tha' scuttle fish do when they's scared. Squirtin' tha' black stuffs in'a water ta' hide with." She nods, though seems a tad unhappy with her predicament,
"Is just... I is all datty now. Here I were tryin' ta' be keepin' clean an' all an' I go an' get m'self all covered in squirt." And she makes a face (>_<)
"Least it don't smell, like some of them squirts do when they dries..."