Nikrir motions to one of the many crossbows lying around and shrugs.
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The hobgoblins and the spellslinger face off against the lissome elemental, it looks like the hobgoblins might have the upper hand with a few devastating blows from some of their larger weapons. But that's when the party begins to fire on them. Soon the invading fire feline has set all of them on fire, their bodies and gear slagged and reduced to cinders. The elemental hisses like freshly cut wood thrown over a fire and it begins to approach the tower.
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Rinika points at one of the water barrels and says "Might that be of some handy, gents?", still half asleep.
Vaascht calls to mind his ice cantrip that he fortuitously had prepared today and nods at Rinlka, "Indeed it might. Jek's spear as well, should it breach the gate."
"Why don't we just ambush it after it opens the doors?"
Nik points his heavy crossbow out the arrow slit.
One by one, Jek carries three of the 75 gallon (680 lb) barrels to the main level, sets them on their end, removes the lids (depending on the type of wooden water barrel), and sets a bucket (or whatever's available) at its side.
"If anyone's on fire, please put them out. Does anyone know if it can be doused?"
"The frost spear should be useful, but it's cramped in here. I need to keep my distance to use it. If it makes it in here, can someone stand between me and it?
Akrynn looks at the sad state of affairs. The druid shakily stands amd grins.
Perhaps, it will just go away if we don't answer.
The druid begins casting Creat Water. Every 6 seconds, 4 gallons of water drench the floor.
Arkynn finds that every time he casts create water the spell fails. He now feels that magic works differently here.
Most unfortunate.
Looking out the window, Vaascht attempts to cast a ray of frost at the elemental, somewhat discouraged at seeing Akrynn's failure to create water.
Hearing Jeks comments Vaascht turns to Nik, "Might your skeleton stand by the door? Give Jek room to work?"
Vaascht is met with similar results. He is unable to conjure enough cold energy to support the spell. The words of power and arcane symbols drawn in the air do nothing.
Cursing as his spell disapates not unexpectedly and draws his katana.
"Guess we are doing this the hard way, hopefully those hobgoblins hurt it some.". He then moves toward the door and waits for the thing to come through.
"I'll help buy you room to use that spear Jek, please strike true. I don't feel like burning today."
Rinika frowns at all the failed spellcasting and trots up behind Jek and attempts to cast guidance on him.
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"Isn't Skellington already...?" looking around, Nik sees his pet undead standing guard by the wrong door.
"Oh for- Skellington! Not the closet, the FRONT door! The one next to Vaascht! Attack the fire cat after the door isn't in the way.
Always have to be specific with shamblers..."
Turning back towards the cat, Nik gets off one final shot.
Then he travels downstairs towards Skellington.
This could be dangerous; so let's put on our mean faces..
Looking back at the wounded druid, the Gith offers his sling as he waits at the door.
"it looks big enough to shoot it while we distract it. Wasn't there some liquid ice in the store, maybe dump it on the elemental from above? Or coat some bolts and stones?"
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With a banging that could wake up Skellington the fire cat slams the old iron door.
"Ready everyone? Skellington! Open the door and chop up the fire-cat!"
Skellington dutifully sheathes his axe and opens the door.
Nik lobs a blob of acid at the cat.
He then notices that his loyal minion decided to put away its shiny new axe to open the door, and slaps his forehead with his palm.
Akrynn says, Perhaps, the iron door will hold and it gets bored...
"The die is cast..." Vaascht mutters as he steps forward to engage the elemental, somewhat surprised the mage decided to open the door. Focusing his magic the instant before striking, Vaascht slashes downward in a two hand strike.
Jek sighs angrily at Skellington.
"Pike it"
"Look, block their advance but not my only shot. Here. Let me show you how we can help each other move into a better position without creating an opening."
"If we all move like this, we can help one another."
Akrynn shrugs. The Payryn traces a Rune in the direction of Jek.
The blob of acid splashes harmlessly against the wall that is blocking Nik's view. Despite the cat's nimbleness it's size works against it and the greensteel katana carves a bit of fire from the cat. The fire dissipates almost instantly when cut from it's source.
The cat leaps away suddenly, but Jek sees the ruse and thrusts his longspear in the direction of the elemental, only to be met with air.
The elemental swipes at Vaascht claws of shooting flame but it's off balance from its recent maneuver and Vaascht dodges the blow. I backs up further into the citadel to the foot of the stairs heading up.
Akrynn steps to the door; ready to shut it.
Jek pursues it carefully, positioning himself so that his team mates can approach safely. He jabs at the elemental:
=> 7
"Ok, stay close everyone!"
Vaascht charges out after the horseman, carefully sliding in and slashing again with his blade.
Rinika casts guidance on Jek.
Akrynn traces a Guidance Rune on Vaascht.
As Jek's spear is thrust into the elemental it takes on pale blue cast and the heat it gives off is noticeably lower. It doesn't seem to affect its reflexes as it dodges out of the way of Vaascht's blade.
Skellington draws his axe and follows the cat.
Nik follows and touches the skeleton and the light illuminating it seems somehow less bright.
"I think it's scared of the ice, Jek. If you can chase it away, I just remembered a fun trick I can use on fire that might convince it to run faster..."
before this post
Supernatural Abilities
. 6/7 Power Over Undead (30' burst; DC 15 will)
. (1 at a time) Corpse Companion
Spell-like Abilities
. 5/7 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
The fire cat slaps Jek ignoring the other closer opponents, at least his fur only briefly catches on fire.
Vaascht keeps the pressure on, stepping forward and again slashing out with his blade in a long horizontal cut.
Wincing from the cat's powerful slap, Jek steps up for another attack.
=> 3
The elemental collapses into a smoldering pile of coals and ash.
Akrynn holds out his tattooed hand at Jek.
I am Akrynn. I have your Lead!
The Patryn explains that in the Labyrinth; the words he spoke mean honor and fellowship.
Taking the lead refers to being out in front of a hunting party--as the bait.
Jek raises a perplexed eyebrow at Akrynn.
"Vaascht and Skellington were the front line and gave me cover a couple times. I'd be a pile of ash without them. Speaking of which, if anything survived its fire it may be worth checking those piles. Not me though, I'm hitting the hay.
With a hand pressed to his new wound he groggily stumbles back to where he was sleeping and collapses.
Vaascht grins fiercely as the elemental drops, then turns to Jek. "Well struck big man, well struck. Raiding party immolated and the elemental defeated, perhaps we can finally get some rest and get out of this gods forsaken plane."
With that, he ceremonially wipes his blade on his sleeve and sheathes it, still admiring the wonderful.beauty and balance of the greensteel.