Ddraig steps forward and, as his head begins to fog, growls "Your evil magic will not subdue me for long..."
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1916342/ - Save against sleep (1d20=15)
The oni raises an eyebrow and his lips form into a sneer, "You still stand? Perhaps you are worthy foes after all."
"Best defense is geen yeh a gud kickin'!", Nechtan exclaims, hurling his axe at the oni.
Basic Ranged Attack + Hunter's Quarry (1d20+7=17, 1d6+4=8, 1d8=6)
Nechtan then falls into a stupor.
The axe sails past the hideous fiend as he laughs at the little ranger. "Such bravado!"
With that it slowly levitates off the ground.
"But ultimately futile..."
And proceeds to fly away to the north, giving the dragonborn the opportunity to slash an ankle.
Darvyl continues to doze.
Ynyr moves to S9.
"Now why is it you are running away, tell me? You just come back here and fight, will you?"
Throwing his dagger in a seemingly futile gesture he tries once more to connect with the evil oni.
Magic weapon against Oni. (at long range). (1d20+7=26, 1d4+4=5)
Ynyr's magic dagger grazes the oni, who growls as he flies away.
"Llawela"
Healaugh croons gently to his cherished javelin, takes aim and hurls it after the retreating monster. As the weapon returns to his hand, he calls out.
"Happen we'll be meeting again old 'un. Best have reminder."
Javelin chuck at Oni (lightning damage) (1d20 4=22, 1d6 4=9)
The power of Lady Luck is with the halfling as the javelin arcs towards the oni.
Greylan runs up to the group, "Oh dear, this looks bad, this would be the hypnotic breath then?"
"Most like."
With another muttered word, Healaugh deactivates the lightning power of his javelin.
Ddraig, dropping his sword, grabs a javelin from his pack and hurls it at the cowardly, fleeing oni
"Such is the fate that befalls cowards; they flee in the face of the righteous!" roared Ddraig.
The remaining conscious party members pelt the oni with their missiles.
Under the friends' assault, the frightful creature swoops down behind some woods and now cannot be seen by your group.
Darvyl recovers consciousness and looks about. "No dead oni, I see -- sorry I wasn't more help."
Healaugh considers the options and looks around at those of his friends who are still awake.
"Grand noise our lads can make," he remarks as the rhythmic snores of Darvyl and Nechtan fill the night air.
"Reet. Follow old 'un now or wake lads and get them back in fighting trim? Not so sure I fancy chances without bit more muscle on hand. No disrespect to you, Ddraig," he adds to the mountainous dragonborn.
"Reet. Follow old 'un now or wake lads and get them back in fighting trim? Not so sure I fancy chances without bit more muscle on hand. No disrespect to you, Ddraig," he adds to the mountainous dragonborn.
Darvyl, "Hey, Heauagh, I'm awake and right here. He didn't lay a paw on me."
"Happen Nechtan's making noise enough for two then," says Healaugh peaceably.
"What dost reckon? Follow owd flying besom or rouse young Nechtan first? Best be making minds up."
"I would say that we follow, but, how can we follow when we can't hardly see where we have been? Do you see what I mean?"
Ynyr slumps dejectedly to the ground and sits there looking none too happy.
"That won't make much of a tale to tell any loved ones, now will it?", he mutters.
"I would say that we follow, but, how can we follow when we can't hardly see where we have been? Do you see what I mean?"
"The man makes sense. Let's find a decent campsite, then try to track the villagers in the morning when we can see our own feet."
The eerie song of sadness continues still.
"None so sure how much rest we'll be getting with mournful music calling to us all night. Tha's reet about light though. Greylan - canst conjure owt useful?"
"Well, yes, but I'm not sure it will make much difference, considering we already have your lantern."
He snaps his fingers and the top of his staff gives off a warm glow that illuminates the area around him.
"So, what's the plan? Do we leave this creepy place for the night and rest up whilst trying to not turn into muso-zombies, or do we get ourselves sorted out now and try to get to the bottom of things tonight?"
Nechtan plunges into the thicket, and returns shortly with his magical handaxe.
"Right. Ready to go."
"I sees sense in caution mind, but heart's not easy leaving innocents for night while we rest up. Don't seem right."
He looks at the rest of the party.
"Not sure I can be resting well when there's villagers trapped like."
The friends regain their senses and clear their heads.
Healaugh, Ynyr, Nechtan, Greylan
"Summat's up." Healaugh feels his feet moving involuntarily along a path he didn't choose.
Clarification
Bending down to collect his sword, Ddraig said "I am not happy to allow the oni to escape, but see little alternative at the moment. We will meet him again, and when we do, we will kill him."
"Perhaps, instead, we should seek the origin of that mournful music."
Then, whilst the others consider their next moves, Ddraig performs his private sword cleansing ceremony.
"Step over here."
Healaugh moves south away from the source of the music and gestures to the others to join him.
Once away from the mystic drag on his feet, he tries to pinpoint the exact location of the source.
Healaugh
Darvyl and Ddraig move northwards continually even as Healaugh tries to get everyone to move south.
"Darvyl, Ddraig - get off hill now. Tha's enspelled."
Healaugh continues his backward move away from the heartrending tug of the music.
"Eh? Damn music, again, I suppose."
Darvyl attempts to follow Healaugh.
Nechtan goes in front of Ddraig, and waves his arms as if he were trying to direct a herd of cows into a corral.
"Friend Nechtan, why do you wave your arms as if dispersing flies?" said Ddraig, pausing.
It is only at this point that Ddraig notices how far from the group he has been drawn, without his conscious knowledge.
"Nechtan, please accept my apologies and thanks. Why was I progressing up the hill?"
"Tha's entralled, tha gert numpty."
Greylan explains to Ddraig, "We all are, or at least some of us are trying to move away at the same time. Or something." the high elf flounders for an explanation that will make sense to the dragonborn before adding, "It's magic, dear boy."
"So," he says to the group at large, "Are we going to face the music (ha, face the music!) or are we going to move off the hill?"
Healaugh looks grim. "Aye. Facing music and ending it. Taking some precautions first. Bung up ears all of us."
DM
The halfling outlines a potential plan. In groups of two, one tough guy and one squishy, they should circle the area. On a given signal, everyone bungs up their ears with cloth and Healaugh plays his hurdy-gurdy as loudly as possible to drown out the music.
Then the party advances on the source.
Even Healaugh, ever optimistic, admits that this is not the greatest plan in the world. But at the moment, it's the only one they've got.
"Ynyr and Ddraig, Darvyl and Greylan. I'll be stepping along with Nechtan seeings he's bonded to me," he concludes.