The Patryn points to the female; Prohibition against attacking.
Nik quickly steps forward and pulls out a stick of butter in reaction to the escalating violence.
"One thing first, Jek. Grease!"
As the butter disappears, a slick of oil appears beneath the enemy Githzerai and her nearest guard.
and I almost forgot...
"Get 'em, Skellington!" Nik adds, pointing at the enemy magus.
before this post
Supernatural Abilities
. 6/7 Power Over Undead (30' burst; DC 15 will)
. (1 at a time) Corpse Companion
Spell-like Abilities
. 7/7 Bolster (Undead) (+1 profane on attacks and saves; 1 temp hp/HD; +2 turn resistance; 1 round duration)
. 1/1 Pyrotechnics (DC 14)
Spells Prepared:
. 1st (3+1/day) Repair Undead (S), Grease (DC 15), Infernal Healing [x2]
. cantrips (at will) Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Spark
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Skellington thoughtlessly advances and swings his sword at his new target.
Jek pokes his ballista bolt into Trent's shoulder leaving a rime of frost and frozen blood.
Both Imogen and her nearest guard slip on the butter coated spot that suddenly appears underneath their feet.
Trent smacks Skellington with his short sword breaking a single rib in the process. The undead thing doesn’t seem to notice and rakes its claw across the face of the now prone githzerai just ask Arkynn pronounces a prohibition against violence.
The guard stands up while drawing his crossbow, the two nearest him draw their crossbows, light and heavy respectively. They all then load them. The odd one out draws and tosses a javelin through Skellington where it gets stuck harmless to everyone.
From the double doors past the cheaply made decorations meant to intimidate, four hobgoblin warriors pour out with longbows drawn. With practiced discipline they sight their targets and only one misses their mark. Two arrows pierce Nik's chest and Jek finds an arror protruding from his upper abdomen. A single hobgoblin runs down the hallway toward the party holding a club in each hand. Behind the hobgoblins a single human slinks through the door saying "Pale Night protect me."
Rinika mutters "take the light" and negative energy fills her paw. She moves up to trent and tries to hit him with it.
She swings wide, but the sickly light remains.
Grinning savagely as his foe slips, Vaascht presses the attack, while starting the motions for a protective spell.
But the distraction of casting caused him to miss his strike, still he steps back as he finishes his spell and is protected by his magic.
Akrynn watches the mass of reinforcements arriving with a dour look.
Imogen rolls back and springs up into a defensive fighting stance. Skellington swipes at her but it's claw is deflected by an invisible field of force.
Trent in hopes of finishing Rinika quickly delivers a powerful overhand chop which gets stuck in the swirling morass of shadows that surround the catfolk.
Skellington relentlessly continues to swing at Imogen using his new longsword and also attempts to swipe at her with his free claw hand.
"Kill the guys on the other side that oil slick next, Skellington!" Nik wheezes out as he takes a shot at the nearest hobgoblin.
Then Nik retreats behind Jek and dives for cover.
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Jek was considering charging a hobgoblin when Trent attempts chop off a part of Rinika. A look of rage flashes across his face.
"Casters.. shall... be... protected..."
Jek moves behind the wall to avoid additional hobgoblin arrows.
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"Spellslingers.. shall... be... protected..."
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Akrynn observes the oncoming fury as the approach their position.
We may be over matched a tad.
The druid Prohibitsts Imogen from attacking.
Skellington swings at Imogen but she's focused and ready for the bloody skeleton and jumps back at the last minute. Meanwhile Nik's bolt sinks into the advancing hobgoblin through the layered furs she wears, but she still keeps coming. Jek shoves his spear through Imogen's lieutenant's stomach and he passes out from the pain.
The two guards with light crossbows fire at Skellington and they sail through it's chest. The guard with a heavy crossbow finally gets it loaded and aimed into combat. The final guard draws his morning star while moving next to Skellington as if the grease wasn't there. He smashes the star into Skelington's pelvis with a loud crack of breaking bones.
The hobgoblin leader charges down the corridor intending violence against the dead/alive catfolk but Jek is waiting just around the corner and stabs her.
The rest of the Hobgoblins release arrows against the legislative druid and one sticks in his leg. The meek looking cleric advances slowly and cautiously.
Protected as best he can be and seeing no real means of escape, Vaascht steps forward again to battle the Gith leader.
Rinika hops over to the wall and reaches out with the energy still in her paw towards Hurfang.
Vaascht and Rinika swing at the air awkwardly connecting with nothing.
Imogen starts to cast a spell but gets distracted by the menacing duo of Vaascht and Skellington.
What did I just say?!
The angry bariaur stabs the menacing hobgoblin in the back and she doubles over dropping her clubs, bleeding out.
Still on the ground, Nik cranks his heavy crossbow string back and places a new bolt in the groove in spite of the pain from his injuries.
The cracks in Skellington's bones begin turning crimson as some of his slick blood coat filters in, looking vividly red in the bright light from the plane of fire.
Neither feeling pain nor hesitating, the skeleton continues swinging his sword.
Akrynn observes the oncoming fury as the approach their position.
We may be over matched a tad.The druid Prohibitsts Imogen from attacking.
[dice=Prohibition]1d6+1
Not really enjoying the arrow attention, the druid steps over beside Rinika; enjoying cover.
He then says to Imogen.
No spell casting for you!
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Skellington brings its mighty sword across Imogen's neck. The field of force slows the blade down considerably leaving only a surface wound. Imogen screams, "Brandal, the bariaur!"
Imogen's mooks do their best but they're so afraid of shooting Imogen by mistake that they just aim and fire out into the fire. The team of hobgoblin archers after seeing their leader destroyed drop their bows and flee in the other direction.
The priest devoted to 'Pale Night' rolls his eyes as his backup flees and says, "Pale Night show him the truth." A ray of sickening effulgent light strikes Jek. At that moment a horrible truth of the multiverse is revealed raw and directly into Jek's unsuspecting mind. This revelation momentarily wrenches Jek's stomach but mercifully Jek's small mind cannot contain the thought and it leaves him. Absent the source Jek feels his stomach calm.
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At once miffed and relieved at her lack of immediate targets, Rinika takes her handful of immaterial death and pokes Mr. Skellington, letting the energy flow into him and fuse his cracked and splintered bones back together.
Then she wipes the bloody goo off on the wall. "Gross. Keep at it Skello!"
Deftly avoiding the hail of bolts streaking for him, Vaascht slashed out with his curved blade.
And misses due to concentrating on dodging all the crossbow bolts.
The sound of metal scraping on metal ring though the fire lit terrace as Vaascht's and Imogen's swords met and neither of them can get the upper hand.
Nik, still prone, takes aim at the only one he has a clear shot to and fires.
He then crawls closer to nearby cover from the approaching caster.
Skellington simply keeps swinging, not understanding the opportunity presented by Imogen's and Vaascht's swords locking together.
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Akrynn yells at Imogen.
Stop attacking us!
After glimpsing an incomprehensible truth, Jek blinks a bit.
"I'm a Signer. I know an illusion when I see one."
He then calmly walks up to Brandal and stabs him with his longspear.
Nik’s bolt sails at the advancing priest of Pale Night but it strikes his chainmail harmlessly. Skellington fairs better sinking it’s acquired longsword deep into Imogen’s chest while she is distracted by Vaascht. The githzerai magus clutches the wound and passes out clearly about to die. Jek calmly stabs the priest in the shoulder, the priest seems annoyed.
One of the guards gets a lucky shot off and wings Vaascht. The rest are either reloading or panicking because their boss is dead.
The priest steps back from Jek and says, "A Signer, then you yourself are an illusion." A deep primal terror grips Jek's heart.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
Jek flees in terror jumping over Nik and cowering behind the remaining ballista.
Vaascht grins savagely as his fellow Gith falls to the ground, ignoring for the moment the pang of remorse seeing kin go down and the irritation of a lowly skeleton doing the deed, he even fails to notice the sting of the crossbow slashing through his arm.
Returning to the battle, he sets his sights on the armored foe who had been flailing at his undead ally with a mace.
Blade flashing around and up, he strikes down with a two handed grip.
Nik reloads his crossbow yet again, remaining prone so that at least only one enemy can see him well.
Skellington, seeing that the mage has collapsed, turns towards the other enemies from north of the grease patch.
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Rinika double moves to box in the priest and extends her claws to menace him and make him think twice about casting.
Akrynn nods at Rinika. The fleet-footed Patryn makes his way to the opposite side of the Priest.
He then pokes him with the shortspear.
Vaascht easily cuts down the guard who doesn’t seem to even see the gith’s blade move.
Skellinton mindlessly wades into the grease and attacks the guard but his chainmail holds.
Faced with imminent death by the dead the two guards draw their melee weapons. The one wielding the falchion brings the weapon down on Skellington's head bringing it down in a clatter of blood, bones, and gore.
Brandal walks away unconcerned with the two threatening him. Akrynn and Rinika punish this with a vengeance.
He looks back and whispers, "Now die." A wave of nauseating energy washes over the area harming only Arkynn and Vaascht.
That's new, never seen Jek run away before...
Nik stands up and steps behind the parapet before taking a shot at the advancing spell caster.
Distracted by his very large friend's retreat, he fire wide.
Grinning savagely as his new blade cuts through his foe like butter, Vaascht starts feeling a little exposed as he watches his skeleton buddy go down to some heavy weapons. Even as he ponders his next move, he feels a wave of killing energy wash over him and notices the priest behind him. Deciding, tactically, it'd be best to pull back to the group the Gith retreats quickly, charging to the priest who had the audacity to use magic on him, still feeling the sickly shame of getting put to sleep earlier.
Reaching the offending priest, Vaascht again slashes down with an overhand cut.