Sir Godfrey sighs in resignation as he realizes he’s been poisoned by an unseen assassin, drawing the blowgun dart from his neck and shaking his head...
So it comes to this... Murdered by a dart coated with venom... B@$%@*&s! Well... Here I come, Lord Jesus... I hope I haven’t been too much of a disappointment as it were...
The English knight drops dead.
As he sees the others heading off he pops out of his lamp and heads down to the ground. He picks up a small stone and casts light on it.
"Here yell be needing this"
He says passing it to Mwikali,
Then he is gone into the shadows to see whats ahead.
Once her spell is done she has Kiku grab the stone and hold it in his beak. she smiles as she feels the thin layer of force about her as she lets her tendrils of cloth swirl about her and her wands at the ready.
"Let us move forward, We need to slay this beast and free the thralls from there subjugation"
Hearing the approach of intruders into his crypt, the master opens his eyes and throws off the lid of his sarcophagus, rising in an uncannily smooth motion to stand before them!
Slithering along behind Lord Perpireen, the magic talking rope inquires: Sollte ich dir folgen, Lord Perpireen? Oder helfen, diesen Vampir-Gefährten zu verwickeln?
It rears up like a cobra upon reaching the master vampire’s crypt...
His halo illuminating his way, Wulfgar moves through the corridor into the crypt. Seeing the master supernaturally spring from his sarcophagus, he bellows at the undead. "rIn mIgh che'"Stepping to the right side, he swings the weighted end of the spear at the master.
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 + 2 [dice=damage]1d6 + 15
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Wulfgar’s silver blade hews a blood-red rift in the vampire’s white flesh!
HHIIISSSSS!!! The pale face contorts in pain, fangs bared!
”we must bind it for its even little rope”
He says to the rope
Vanna darts in, looking to catch the vampire with his defenses down.She lashes out with her blade.
Vanna darts in, looking to catch the vampire with his defenses down.She lashes out with her blade.
[dice=attack]1d20+10+2;1d6+5+5[dice=p/r]1d20+10+2;1d20+10+2; 1d6+5+5
Even flat-footed, the vampire master is elusive, and Lady Giovanna misses!
Rapunzel’s Weave leaps at the vampire and loops around him like a constrictor around a rabbit!
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Ich haben Sie, Herr Vampir!
Plad’s keen ears perk at a subtle sound—the sharp exhalation of a blowgun to the north—and his sharp elven eyes spy a dark elf crouching upon a flying carpet about a bow shot away, blowgun to mouth! The dark elf had just struck the kitsune harem girl with a poisoned dart! She collapsed with a small yelp and began spasming violently! The dark elf then swiftly drank a potion retrieved from his haversack, vanishing carpet and all!
Drow! Svartalfar! An assassin? Hired by the emir?
In Elvish, he calls out loudly: Peekaboo, Night-Crawler! I saw that, you kin-slaying, demon-buggering tunnel fairy!
Casting a spell to see invisibility followed by a spell to fly, he flies off the crenellated catwalk toward where he knew the invisible drow was hovering upon his magic carpet!
In Elvish: Patience, my dear chap! I was getting to you, but I see you are eager to meet your doom... Pity... I’d hoped to save your lily-white arse for last...
Spinner stands on his hovering carpet, twin short swords drawn...
LAST CARESS BY THE MISFITS, FIGHT MUSIC FOR PLAD AND SPINNER
The two elves, one dark as night, the other bright as day, clash in a ballet of ringing steel in the sky, evenly matched!
*CLANG!! CLINK!! CLANK!! CLANG!! CLAAANNNGG!!!*
In Elvish: Ah! Good! I was afraid you’d die too quickly, spider-fondler!
In Elvish: Hahahaha! You’re cute, you really are, starshine... If I weren’t into more masculine types, I’d make you mine...
Flipping over the dark elf and magic carpet in an aerial acrobatic display of high elven dexterity, Plad is suddenly at the drow’s back, plunging his blazingly radiant Sunblade through the assassin’s haversack and torso! His dancing sword, Tarantella, beheads the gasping, wide-eyed dark elf!
Then you are more accustomed to getting stuck from behind, yes, my traitorous brethren?
So ends the saga of Spinner Nachtschwartzen, dark elf assassin of the Underworld...
In Elvish: I go to Demogorgon, starshine... I hope everyone you love dies horribly...
With that, Spinner slumps over, dead and damned.
Whispered in Elvish, in dying Spinner’s ear: Tell Demogorgon to tell his mother I said hello...
Plad kisses the drow’s forehead and lets him slump over on the floating carpet...
The vampire snarls like a mountain lion and wriggles free of the magic rope with ease!
When she enters she shoots her Scorching ray at him.
Altin fires off two silver arrows at the vampire in quick succession.
The vampire snarls like a mountain lion and wriggles free of the magic rope with ease!
[dice=UMD]1d20+12
[dice=Wis check]1d20+2
[dice=UMD]1d20+12
Altin fires off two silver arrows at the vampire in quick succession.
[dice=Shortbow+RS+PBS+luck]1d20+9
[dice=Dmg]1d6+6
[dice=Shortbow+RS+PBS+luck]1d20+9
[dice=Dmg]1d6+6
Altin’s first shot flies wide altogether... The second arrow splinters against the vampire’s stony flesh!
Before the vampire can take any other action, Rapunzel’s Weave coils around him again, entangling him, if only briefly!
When she enters she shoots her Scorching ray at him.
[dice=Ranged Touch]1d20+5
[dice=damage]4d6
Mwikali’s witch fire burns the vampire, melting his white flesh like wax!
AAARRRGHH!!!
Snarling like a lion, the vampire throws off the annoying magic rope a second time!
Mwikali Thrusts her wand forward once more and shot off another ray in hopes to send this bastard to his grave."Die abomination!"
Feeling the weight silver ball crush against the vampire, Wulfgar swings it back around aiming another blow.
[dice=attack]1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 [dice=damage]1d6 + 15
Even though he is entangled by Rapunzel’s Weave, he lifts a clawed hand high enough to catch the silver ball at the end of Wulfgar’s spear! Not liking the feel of the silver in his hand, he releases it with a sneer!
Mwikali Thrusts her wand forward once more and shot off another ray in hopes to send this bastard to his grave."Die abomination!"
[dice=Ranged Touch Ray]1d20+5+2
[dice=damage]4d6
The fiery ray scorches the undead monster’s flesh with a loud sizzle!
*Crackle...* GGNNAAAARRRGGHHH!!
Vanna thrusts her silver blade at the bloodsucker, aiming for his chest.
Vanna thrusts her silver blade at the bloodsucker, aiming for his chest. [dice=attack]1d20+10+2;1d6=5+5[dice=p/r]1d20+10+2;1d20+10+2;1d6+5+5
Vanna’s blade bows against the unnaturally hard flesh...
A lump on stone flies past the Vamp
Altin sees two fine shots fail to wound the vampire lord, so he holds his bow for one minute to sing himself a song of courage.
Enraged by the magic rope entangling him, the master vampire this time uses his wicked claws to tear the magic rope to shreds, destroying Rapunzel’s Weave with a flurry of blows!
Feeling the thrill of magical valour run through his veins, Altin raises his bow to fire two more shots at the vampire lord.
Mwikali is about to act against the vampire, who is in the process of shredding the magic rope, Rapunzel’s Weave, to frayed tatters with his claws, when time seems to slow down... The vampire and all of her allies move in slow motion, as if in a dream!
Suddenly, an elderly, black African man in snow-white robe and sandals, holding a shepherd’s crook in his left hand, and an Egyptian cross or “ankh” of radiant gold in his right, his head crowned with a radiant halo, appears before the witch! The glowing African smiles warmly at Mwikali, and extends the ankh toward her, speaking in a strange tongue...
In Celestial: Be not afraid, Daughter of Africa! I come from The Kingdom of Heaven in your hour of need! Take this Egyptian cross, this ankh, and you shall know what to do with it!
Mwikali blinks unsure of what was happening and yet she also did not fear it. She took the item offered. A relic from the Halcyon days of Egypt, which she knew vaguely about. Still, she raised the item when time reassurted its self and held it firmly in front of herself.
" By the power of Africa, and the Spirits who keep it I STRIKE AT THEE!" She said in her native tongue raising the Ankh and letting it loose of its mystical energies
Mwikali blinks unsure of what was happening and yet she also did not fear it. She took the item offered. A relic from the Halcyon days of Egypt, which she knew vaguely about. Still, she raised the item when time reassurted its self and held it firmly in front of herself.
" By the power of Africa, and the Spirits who keep it I STRIKE AT THEE!" She said in her native tongue raising the Ankh and letting it loose of its mystical energies
[dice=Touch]1d20+5
[dice=damage]10d8
The vampire’s glowing red eyes widen in alarm at the brief glimpse he catches of Saint Moses the Black, patron saint of Africa... They bulge in terror when he sees the glowing golden Ankh of Seker pointed at him in the witch’s dark hand! As Mwikali calls upon the power of the Ankh, the vampire frantically dives into a somersault, dodging the ray of divine light...
Mwikali blinks unsure of what was happening and yet she also did not fear it. She took the item offered. A relic from the Halcyon days of Egypt, which she knew vaguely about. Still, she raised the item when time reassurted its self and held it firmly in front of herself.
" By the power of Africa, and the Spirits who keep it I STRIKE AT THEE!" She said in her native tongue raising the Ankh and letting it loose of its mystical energies
[dice=Touch]1d20+5
[dice=damage]10d8
As soon as Mwikali takes the glowing golden ankh from the glowing African man, he vanishes into thin air, and Time resumes its usual pace for Mwikali!