Hearing Galandram's answer Eldon looks disappointed. Reluctantly he turns and slowly follow on behind the group. With may looks back towards the elemental.
With a visible effort Eldon shrugs and speeds up to catch the group as they reach the stuck door. Watching Yngvilda almost sit in one of the chairs he goes to enter the room. But on hearing the warning stops and waits in the door way peering in.
The raven squawks when Yngvilda intimidates it, clearly shaken by her strength and dominance. It disappears out of sight again, turning invisible. It speaks and it's voice appears to move to a different location in the room along with the fluttering of wings. "What collapsed tower? As you can see this tower is not collapsed and still stands! Why would you think it is collapsed?"
Delighted that Sabrine sits it calls out from a different location in the room, "If the other five of you sit on my chair I will be more than happy to assist with the aforementioned treasure!"
Galandram looks around the room, but the only thing that catches his eye is the bronze plaque displaying a strange crest, it may be valueable? Whether or not it's valuable, it looks heavy (50 pounds).
Having successfully resisted the compulsion, Galandram reaches out to help Sabrine out of the torturous chair. "Up you go, Bri. Let's get you out of that dangerous thing," the elf says, giving her a hand up.
"That's the crest of a group of wizards that ruled over 200 years ago, the Canteclure clan," Galandram says, pointing at the strange crest on the bronze plaque. "It's probably worth at least 100 gold to anyone who's interested in Belhaim's history. I'm inclined to, uh, liberate it from this foul room, unless there are objections."
Cei walks into the room behind Yngvilda. When the bird speaks, Cei merely looks at the creature, without twitching towards the chairs. Finally as the creature turns invisible, Cei looks about trying to find the crow. "We do not wish any of your treasure. We seek to explore the tower. Either help us or get out of our way. But I for one will not sit in your chair."
The bird squawks "But you must sit, you must! Good Baron Sarvo wills it!"
Cei laughs, "Baron Sarvo is long dead, and does not seem the kind I'd like to associate with anyway."
Cei stands looking around for a moment longer, but seeing as the bird is only taunting them, he begins to search the room, particularly looking for more secret doors, as it seems this Baron Sarvo was fond of them.
100 gold?! I say we take that crest, then burn or hammer into mush everything else in this room. If this craven spirit wants to torture people, we'll be doing the world a service
Yngvilda is clearly furious. She goes over to the crest and tries to see how it's fixed to the wall. As yet she's unwilling to put away her axe in case the raven attacks.
Baron Sarvo is dead you idiot bird and the tower collapsed above us, didn't you hear it? Ugh
She lets out a grunt of frustration and attempts to locate the creature via hearing
Apparently one does not need a bird when one has an aasimar cleric to find secret passages. Uncovering his second of the day, Cei finds a hidden outline of a door and pushes on it as a wall slides backwards and reveals a passageway that winds north then west out of his sight.
The bird caws loudly in retaliation. When it reappears however, it is no longer a bird. It's Fiendish wings and a whipping scorpion-like tail lash behind this diminutive, red-skinned nuisance. The tail lashes across Cei's neck, opening a minor cut. . The tiny winged creature is in Cei's square.[/ooc]
It hisses "BARON SARVO WILLS IT! BARON SARVO WILLS IT!"
Born directly from the pits of Hell, imps are among the least of the true devils; these vicious, manipulative fiends, however, hold an important role in the corruption of mortal souls. Unfettered from the ranks and duties of diabolical armies, imps delight in any opportunity to travel to the Material Plane and subtly tempt mortals toward acts of ever-greater depravity.
Imps vary widely in appearance, ranging through a spectrum of bestial traits and grotesque body shapes, though most take the forms of red-skinned, winged humanoids with bulbous features. Such a typical imp stands a mere 2 feet tall, has a 3-foot wingspan, and weighs 10 pounds.
Unlike most devils, imps often find themselves free and alone on the Material Plane, particularly after they’ve been summoned to serve as familiars and their masters have perished (often indirectly due to the machinations of the imp itself). With no way to return home, these imps, freed of their bonds to arcane masters, can become dangerous pests or even leaders of small tribes of savage humanoids like goblins or kobolds.
"Gah die devil creature!"
Yngvilda misses the tiny pest as it flies around Cei for cover.
"Blasted imp! You'll wish your master never summoned you to this plane!" Galandram exclaims as he moves towards Cei, drawing a small vial from his vest and drinking it like a shot. A shudder runs through his as his arms begin to unnaturally grow, nearly doubling in length.
School transmutation; Level investigator 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Range personal
Target you
Duration 1 minute/level (D)
Your arms temporarily grow in length, increasing your reach with those limbs by 5 feet.
Galandram has studied and learned all there is to know about imps. He knows that they are resistant to attack that are not good or silver based, have immunity to fire and poisons and resistant to acid and cold. In addition, these pesky little creatures can cast numerous spells such as invisibility and suggestion.
Seeing the beast appear Desdemar exclaims, realising he can't fire his longbow at the creature for fear of hitting Cei he strides into the room raising his tankard and gestures as to toss the contents on the creature "May his libation be a scourge to you, beast"
Hearing the sounds of combat and seeing Desdemar rush into the room. Eldon follows, moving tot he dorrway and peering inside.
The winged creature howls as the acid burns its skin. Thrashing about, it sting Cei again.
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Cei curses, being stung. He turns and steps back, then strikes out with his mace. The mace head glows briefly as Cei brings it down.
AC 17
Cei's powerful strike smashes the fly pest, but is skin is thick and resistant to his weapon and most of his damage does not pass on to the creature.
Ynvilda grunts with frustration again as this creature has proven difficult to hit. With its attention divided between Cei and herself though she tries again.
She then steps out of the way to give Eldon a clearer shot after getting in his way earlier.
Leaning against the chair trying to catch her breath, Sabrine is caught by surprise when the the fiendish bird swoops down at Cei. Momentarily off balance she steadys herself, now a grim look of determination on her face. She rests her sword with one hand on the hilt and rests her other hand on her chest.
”Damned devils! Shelyn, may your beauty overcome this hideous creature.” and she casts cure light wounds on herself.
She then picks up her sword in both her hands.
Seeing the crow attacking Cei and Yngvilda step clear, Eldon raises is hand and directs a beam of electrical damage at the creature.
He knows that they are resistant to attack that are not good or silver based, have immunity to fire and poisons and resistant to acid and cold. In addition, these pesky little creatures can cast numerous spells such as invisibility and suggestion.
"We need good aligned or silver weapons!" the elf cries out. "Or at least a lot of damage in one hit. Desdemar, where are those mithral daggers we found earlier? They would do the trick."
He drops his rapier as he moves past Desdemar, and reaches his unnaturally long arms out to grab the imp. "Come here, you! No turning invisible and running off."
Unfortunately Yngvilda, Sabrine and Eldon all miss their attacks. Apparently imps are hard to target being flying tiny creatures and all. Galandram however, manages to snatch a hold of the tiny imps legs and refuses to let it go. It squirms and tries to break free as it squeals loudly. Desdemar tries to splash the pest with acid again, but between Galandram holding it and his allies, he only manages to splash the far wall instead.
Using Desdemar's missed attack as a distraction the tiny imp breaks free of Galandram's grapple and shouts "BARON SARVO WILLS IT!" again as it looks for a retreat from this terrible situation. It moves 5' east into the secret corridor that Cei revealed.
Sabrine begins singing, filling the room with an upbeat song and begins her Inspired Rage Raging Song and the moves to the space immediately east of Yngvilda
Cei holds out a hand, readying himself to act as Yngvilda or another steps in to attack the creature.
Yngvilda will put her axe through her belt loop and say to Desdemar "Desdemar do you have those daggers? It sounds like we need them to write an end to this creature"
Desdemar has a light bulb moment and shouts "Right! Here!" as he retrieves them. Looking to Yngvilda, he leans forward and places them both in her hand and says "Get him!"
+2 Morale Bonus to Str and Con
+1 morals Bonus Will
-1 AC
Yngvilda glories in Sabrine's song, drops her axe and takes a dagger from Desdemar, indicating that he should give the other to Galandram perhaps, then moves up to the creature (triggering Cei's action) and strikes it with the dagger, managing no more than a raging scream as she does so
Inspired by Sabrine's song, Galandram steps behind Yngvilda, extending his unnaturally long arms to attempt to grapple the imp. "I said come HERE!" he angrily shouts at the devil.
As the creature moves out of sight, Eldon re-positions to get a clear shot at it. Raising his hand ready to blast the creature when he can get a clear view of it past his companions.
Yngvilda's now silver strike slashes towards the flying pest, but it comes up short and scratches the wall nearby instead.
Galandram's long arms wrap around the the imp, pulling it closer to him. As Galandram's hand closed around the imp, it stings him with its tail and attempts to inject poison into his bloodstream. .
Once the creature is back in line of sight, Eldon's ray shoots in that direction. Unfortunately, the area is very crowded and in order to not hit his companions he pulls its short and misses.
Holding him in his hands, the tiny imp manages to squeeze his way between the elves fingers and break free from his grasp.
Galandram gives a brief shout as the imp's sting pierces his hand. He feels burning in his hand from the imp's poison, but luckily he natural resiliency and adrenaline seem to be enough to stave off any ill effects.
Reaching his long arms out, he retrieves his rapier from the floor, and steps into a flanking position. He swiftly darts out with his blade, attempting to skewer the imp.
As Sabrine beings charging just south of the pillar , her voice crescendos off the walls, filling the room with the sounds of her elvish song .
Once she is south of the pillar she takes a swing at the imp.
Galandram's attack is excellently delivered, critically triking the pesky flying imp, though its damage reduction abilities prevent the full brunt of the attack from striking home. The flying imp howls in pain, it's body barely sustaining life after a vicious blow of that nature.
Sabrine's rage-induced charge is well intended but poorly executed as her speed carries her blade past the small flying imp.
"Cei, could you step aside so Galandram and I can flank this beast? I think it's on its last legs, great hit Galandram!"
Cei strikes out at it, missing in his haste, then quickly steps away, making room for Yngvilda
Becoming increasingly frustrated, Yngvilda steps into the open space and tries to remember her training through her song-powered fury.
She then screams in frustration at the extent to which her skills have apparently left her when they are most needed.
Seeing his attack fall short Eldon curses in halfling and moves back towards is previous position and prepares for another try.
Eldon sees his attack fall short just like most of his allies. This imp is proving to be quite difficult to put down.
Desdemar has a great shot on the flying imp with his acid splash, but when Yngvilda moves he pulls it short and burns the ground instead. Cursing he shouts, "Ok, I'm coming into hit it with my rapier in a moment if there is still room in there! Yngvilda, finish this thing already!"
Some of the imps wounds begin to close on its body, healing the damage previously done to it by Galandram's attack. The flying creature zips behind Yngvilda and stings her in hind quarters with its tail, laughing maniacally. "Oooooooooooh! What a pain in the ass!".
"Ugh! I'll give you a pain in the ass!"
Yngvilda focuses on the pain and tries to centre herself before another swing.
Galandram grits his teeth at seeing the imp continue to evade attacks as it stings Yngvilda, and lunges with all his might after the little devil.
Unfortunately, in his haste to kill this little pest, he neglects to remember the most basic fencing instructions, and he delivers a clumsy blow, missing the mark completely and nearly dropping his rapier.
Sabrine hops into the space between galadram and the imp and while continuing to fill the room with her song takes a swing at the the imp
+2 Morale Bonus Str and Con
+1 Morale Bonus to Will
-1 AC
Cei can't quite reach the creature around the pillar, so he motions with his hands, "Triarre" Carry reaches out, and touches Yngvilda on the shoulder, passing divine energy to her.
Desdemar follows in the same path as Cei. He reaches out and touches Sabrine's shoulder and says, "May Caiden guide your blade."
More of the wounds of the imp begin to heal and its attitude is improving greatly. Feeling bold, it zips right up and behind Yngvilda once more. Once behind her, it stings her in the rear end once more, giggling uncontrollably!
Yngvilda swipes at it with the dagger as it flies at her.
Then after it stings her again in the butt she becomes sullen and swings at it again, all bravado gone and just trying to put an end to it. She stays where she is so she doesn't block Galandram's attacks. I'll not be able to sit down for a week