It only takes a quick glance to see that their enemy is in far and away the better tactical position, especially with their companion standing dazed in the doorway. Not willing to risk friendly fire Zinthar saves the spells at his disposal and instead points the wand already in his hand. "Pull her out of there!" he shouts and two bolts of light streak from the wand to strike the warped aasimar. The bolts are still in the air when he begins backpedaling to make room for the hasty retreat that is clearly necessary.
Karthan moves into a fighting retreat.
The first infested aasimar steps up and thuds into the wall; he presses again, throwing himself at it until his shoulder grows bloody, finally smashing through the weak stone and wood. The great fly minion aids him.
Another aasimar rounds on Ealasaid.
The third joins him.
Dakang, still cackling, moves and fires a ray of frost at Zinthar.
Zinthar is able to realize that the power used was not magic at all, but some other force completely.
From his studies, Zinthar is able to recognize a technique from the disciplines of the mind, from Psionics.
Time to pay you disgusting thing! - Ealasaid enters rage and attack the enemy just in front of her.
Ealsaid lands a hefty blow, but despite that and Zinthar's magical bolts the creature remains unbowed. What's more, its comrade leans forward to partially absorb the brunt of the blow.
GR 30/37
S 40/40
M 38/38
D 31/31
The evoker does his best to keep a level head as the warped creatures begin knocking through walls to get at them, although it certainly gets harder as one of them comes right up to engage him. A quick breath is all it takes to realize that there are simply too many players on the battlefield.
Taking care to not present his attacker with any openings to exploit Zinthar begins casting. He reaches down to touch a rod held at his belt as he begins the incantation, one of the earliest ones he learned. Remembering that the creatures are aasimar he makes a minor change to the casting to convert its normal electrical nature to something that can more easily get through the aasimar's natural protection: fire.
Once complete, Zinthar focuses the arcane energy through the rod, allowing him to throw the energy across the hallway to strike at the same creature his missiles struck already. He then attempts to retreat down the hallway but not cautiously enough.....
Zinthar's bolt of fire is off target, jinking to the side.... but not quite enough to miss, smothering the aasimar in fire as its comrade absorbs some of the blow. Both survive, and one aims a bite at Zinthar's retreating form.
GR 21/37
S 40/40
M 38/38
D 31/31
Rose looks at Karthan and gives him a conspiratorial smile, then looks at Dakang and cackles loudly.
Kazmuk pushes himself through a bleary veil of exhaustion into a world of bone-shattering pain; he finds himself on the floor in a strange room, surrounded by monsters and the sounds of battle. He looks down and sees that his leg has been partially chewed off, deep chunks of flesh ripped out, presumably by the fly-creature standing over him.
Kazmuk thinks, "I couldn't take these orc molesters when I was healthy, so barring divine intervention I can't take them now. Best to play dead and wait for a chance to do something later."
The Dakang-creature looks down at the dwarf. He chortles but otherwise ignores him.
One by one, they move up. An infested aasimar with a hefty falchion moves forward after Zinthar, blade at the ready. The fly-creature sidles menacingly through the corridor into the quarters after Rose. Two more Aasimar round on Ealasaid. Dakang moves up and fires another beam of frost at Zinthar.
"Git the hell out the way I can't get a clear shot through yer head!"
Karthan roars as his gun cracks loudly next to Zinthar's ear attempting to kill the one in front of him.
Touch Attack through soft cover.
Damage
Ealasaid worry about the magnitude of her wound, not because of her life but because she doesn't want to leave her companions against all these enemies, she have to kill something fast.
(to the same enemy last turn, the one to the north)
Ealsaid's blow goes wide; Karthan's bullet penetrates deep into infested aasimar flesh, driving cockroaches and mosquitoes out of the wound to scurry about over its body. The creature still stands.
GR 21/37
S 29/40
M 38/38
D 31/31
"Git the hell out the way I can't get a clear shot through yer head!"
"I AM TRYING!" Whether because of the chaos of battle or the new ringing in his ears Zinthar's reply is shouted much more loudly than needed. Again the wizard finds himself faced with a creature directly in front of him only this time his options are even more limited.
Unable to fire off another spell that might help Ealasaid Zinthar instead focuses on more pressing matters. Again taking a defensive stance as he casts, his hand is again engulfed in fiery energy. This time he ignores the rod and simply reaches out to touch the beast. Unable to solidly connect with the aasimar he at least moves out of Karthan's way with his flaming hand still at the ready for another attempt.
Mage Armor active (duration is 4hrs)
Dancing Lights 3 of 3 remaining
Versatile Evocation: 6 of 8 remaining
Reach Rod per day: 2 of 3 remaining
MM Wand (CL3): 49 of 50 charges remaining
Spells Remaining:
0-level (DC15): Ray of Frost, Detect Magic, Message, Prestidigitation
1-level (DC16):
2-level (DC17): Scorching Ray x2, Cats Grace,
Rose stares at Dakang, whispering in a low voice, "Shhhh... It will all be over soon..."
Dakang keels over, unconscious.
The fly-minion lunges at Rose twice, gnashing proboscis lashing out.
One of the infested aasimars moves back and bends over, shaking Dakang into wakefulness; he growls and fires a beam of frost at Karthan.
The remaining two lash out agaist the cornered Ealasaid, jagged bloodied teeth readied.
Stabilization roll.
Karthan stabilizes, but is still unconscious.
Go to hell!
Ealasaid strikes out, a blow heavy enough to send the aasimar to the ground, but again his comrade shifts up and absorbs half of the blow.
GR 16/37
S 29/40
M 38/38
D 31/31
From his position on the floor and through mostly-closed eyes, Kazmuk is able to spot a small package stuck to the leg of Dakang's desk, the same color as the wood and carefully hidden.
Kazmuk will move to the desk as stealthily as he can and check the package out.
If the scene were not so dire it would almost be comical: the wizard stands next to his bleeding comrade looking first to Karthan, then to the fiery spell still held in his hand, then to Karthan again. Deciding that while the gunslinger is not in a good way things will get worse for all of them if they do not end this combat quickly, Zinthar moves down the hallway as well to engage the aasimar again. Good way to get yourself killed, this. The need is too desperate, I cannot waste the arcane energies.......
Another loud curse in elvish as yet again he is unable to land a blow to deliver the spell.
With the infested aasimar giving battle and no attention to Kazmuk, he is able to retrieve the package; he opens it to discover a series of five small vials padded with tissue paper. They are filled with liquids of various colors and consistencies, stoppered with iron, and marked in a language he cannot understand.
As the Aasimar retreats, Zinthar lashes out with arcane energy, and lands a blow; the creature howls but continues retreating.
Kazmuk makes a brief, silent prayer, "Desna, whose starlight guides us mere mortals in dark times and whose light shone on my birth; please hear my prayer for guidance in this dark time and situation."
Kazmuk waits a moment to see if he gets any obvious inspiration. If he does he will follow it, if not he will simply grab one of the potions at random and drink it.
Kazmuk receives no great flash of divine light; he reaches for a potion, and puts it to his lips. He tries to drink it, but the moment the liquid hits his lips it skims across his skin refusing to go down his throat, arranging itself into an ornate tattoo on his right hand. It glows as the dwarf, tired from the exertion, fades into unconsciousness.
The tattoo disappears as Kazmuk's skin ripples, shifting and changing. His nose lengthens into a snout, his fingernails extend a few jagged inches, a thin layer of fur grows over his shoulders. Strength pours through him, and his eyes open.
Rose sees Niv fly to Karthan, Seeing his injuries close, she looks at Ealasaid, causing luck to turn in her favour. Her high-pitched cackle once again fills the room.