Round 2, Cynehelm dives out the window.
Like rats in a sinking ship some of the party flees the room in all different manners. Some go through the door while others jump out of windows. Helgash, Orgar, Cynehelm, and Greta remain though. Helgash casts bless on the party, Greta roars to have everyone get out and close the door, Orgar enchants his blade and Cynehelm takes the opportunity to smack the cloaked creature with 2 admonishing rays.
The creature moves back from Greta provoking an attack of opportunity. As it does so the cloak moves and you can see horned brows, clawed fingers, a mouth full of tentacles and crooked goatish legs covered in hair. Once in position it casts a spell hitting the 4 in the room.
as hypnotic pattern will save DC 17 or fascinated taking no actions till attacked or shook free by an ally (standard action).
The creature in the other room appears by the front double doors by Jetro.
Realizing the others hadn’t come out after all, Duardlara looks back in the window.
"Monstrous spawn of Leng! You foul this place with your presence! Begone!"
Stats
HP 89/89 AC 20
Spells in effect:+2 Saves vs. Cold +5 Survival, -2 perception to hear when hatflaps pulled down.
Snap Shot Benefit: While wielding a ranged weapon with which you have Weapon Focus, you threaten squares within 5 feet of you. You can make attacks of opportunity with that ranged weapon. You do not provoke attacks of opportunity when making a ranged attack as an attack of opportunity.
Improved Snap ShotBenefit: You threaten an additional 10 feet with Snap Shot.
Jetro fires at the creature in the doorway
Manos moves around the corner to regroup with the others.
Please give me a will save in a spoiler. Thanks
"You will not best us with such trickery!" - Helgash roars, and moves to shake Orgar from his fascinated state.
There is the cloaked denizen of leng is in the room with you. He was there the entire time. The other creature that tried to dominate you was in the other room and it is that one that moved into the hallway that Jetro shot at.
It’s the guy with the turban.
Jetro launches a full volley of arraows at the monstrosity in the doorway. All of her arrows seem to strike the creature as it hissesand recoils from the damage inflicted upon it.
Helgash moves over and slaps some sense into Orgar who blinks his eyes a few times trying to figure out what just happened.
For the knowledge check on the denizen of leng...Defensive Abilities no breath, unusual anatomy; Immune poison; Resist cold 30, electricity 30; SR 19
Coming out of his stupor, thanks to Helgash, Orgar moves up and attacks the nearest enemy (the man from Leng in room A7):
• Issar is a +1 cold iron keen scimitar
• He is adding +2 of his +3 bonus to hit and damage
• He is adding the other +1 to adding +1d6 acid damage per attack
• He also gets +5 for the Dervish Dance and +3 for Arcane Strike
• And there's a +1 to hit bonus from Helgash's Bless spell
• Orgar should therefore be +17/+12, 1d6+11+1d6 acid (15-20 x 2 for crits)
It’s the guy with the turban.
50% fortification check crit confirmed...
Between the admonishing rays and the lethal blows from Issar the denizen of Leng falls to the ground. However you see that his wounds are quickly knitting themselves back together.
Greta moves close, and tries to chop its head off.
Duardlara, seeing the creature amongst her friends appears to be down, looks up as the new fellow comes around the corner. "They have that one handled, I think. I'm not sure what Jetro is firing at. Shall we go assist?"
Staying away from the doorway, she moves through the foliage outside the building and behind Jetro to see what he sees. She readies a shot if the creature that Jetro fired at appears to be casting a spell as that seems to be a thing with whatever these things are.
Greta ends the life of the Denizen of Leng. However as it still was able to regenerate something strange happens. The body quickly dissolves away leaving its equipment behind. You can almost make out the trace of a cloud like shape rise in the air before it disappears into nothing as it returns to the world in which it came from.
Duardlara moves over to give Jetro some support. She sees the creature at the doorway as well but refrains from firing just yet as she attempts to thwart any spellcasting it may be doing.
You realize belatedly that your arrow punches through nothing but a figment or illusion. The real threat is the creature behind it!
The creature does indeed begin to act like it is casting a spell as Duardlara fires her bow at it. From behind the creature exits another one of the hideous things from another doorway.
Please makea DC 22 will save or you are dominated and mentally told to attack your former companions. As this goes against your ethics you will get a second save as well at the same DC.
Satisfied that Greta has the first Leng denizen well taken care of, Orgar just says "Good time to look for the other one."
And with that he casts a spell on himself: « დიდი უხილავი » . .
He promptly vanishes and goes looking for the other Leng creature.
Well shucks, and here I thought we could continue adventuring together Jetro turns on Duardlara.
"Manos, help me subdue Jetro!"
Feeling like he's a book behind in the trilogy Manos moves to flank Jetro with Duardlara. Swinging his rapier hilt first at the bewitched mans head in an effort to knock him out, or knock some sense into him?
Greta nods at Orgar and opens the door again - seeing their adversary she wades in with a vengeance.
Duardlara you know something is up as there is no way that Jetro would attack you like that. Even though you may not know the spell itself you know that it has to be something magical that happened.
Greta moves up and tries to slice heavily into the abomination floating in the air before her. Yet its mere presence is disturbing to her and she cant bring the blade around accurately to strike a solid blow.
Duardlara calls for back up and Manos quickly springs into action. However he is not able to land the perfect blow with the rapier doing subdual damage and thus Jetro only takes the normal 9 subdual damage.
Orgar disappears and goes looking for the creature. Yet as he approaches he sees that he creature looks at him directly and knows he is there.
The unidentified creature that is creating all the havoc right now.
Helgash moves closer and delays until after the creatures.
For those that haven't seen what transpired outside, Duardlara shouts, "Something's spellbound Jetro! He's shooting at me!"
I'll feed your face to my parakeet!
Somewhat annoyed that there are two Leng denizens, Orgar steps up the the on further in the hallway and slashes at that one using Issar, and also tries burning him/it with a pool strike (fire damage):
• Issar is a +1 cold iron keen scimitar
• He is adding +2 of his +3 bonus to hit and damage
• He is adding the other +1 to adding +1d6 acid damage per attack
• He also gets +5 for the Dervish Dance and +3 damage for Arcane Strike
• And there's a +1 to hit bonus from Helgash's Bless spell
• With Issar: +15/+110, 1d6+11+1d6 acid (15-20 x 2 for crits)
• Pool Strike: +15 melee touch attack and 4d6 fire damage
• And -2 to hit for the lot while using Spell Combat
Cynehelm steps into the hallway and blasts one of the Leng denizens (the one to the right).
On his action Manos will continue trying to put Jetro to sleep the old fashioned way.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon against self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead, nay not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was, to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the wings of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if the increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month - Let me think not on't; frailty, thy name is woman - A little month, or ere these shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she - O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gall'd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
"Now I know he's not in control of his faculties."
Duardlara drops her bow and begins to pummel the archer, trying to knock him out.
Bow in her off hand, the elven woman draws the magical short sword and tries to hit the archer with the hilt to knock him out.
Cynehelm blast the unknown creature with fire as it stands there looking blankly at him.
You know this is an illusion and not a real creature
The creature closest to the door stands there in awe while the one in the back steps back and casts a spell upon Orgar.
Round 4...but needing some saves first
"Blasted thing is an illusion!"
"Travel to strange new lands. Meet interesting people, and then stab them in the back!" Manos nods as Duardlara gives him the word to murder her team mate.
"I hope you realize this is for your own good? That was some appalling overacting." He adds critically.