The bats fly up and attack Tamerius and Giggett...
Giggett manages to avoid most of the bats even if one of them bit her. She then follows the bats on a few feets before unleashing thunder and electricity on the small creatures.
lightning damage, basic Reflex DC 19.
Tamerius is too slow to avoid the bats!
Following Giggett he calls for Hell's Fire to burn the creatures.
May Hell's Fire burn you!
Giggett's shield blocks the slight damage--
--and the electric fully hits the swarm of bats, the line of electricity zipping right through and frying a few hundred of the small bats...
Tamerius is bothered by the bats that nibble away at him, and make small wounds that drip blood--
--and, although he sends a ray of hell fire that burns the last bats to a crisp, making Natsume's want to quick eat them... the bleeding does not stop for the cleric.
Just then, stepping out from behind the massive cauldron-- you see a thin woman, gently pointed ears rising up from her oily, raven-black hair.
She is wearing stitched leathers bearing countless pouches and pockets filled with glass vials.
She looks at you with a sneer.
“So, you must be the fools that arrived with Bort. Sorry about your friend,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“I couldn’t let anyone piece together what had happened here, and he knew too much. I am sure you think you can stop me and save the town. You shouldn’t have bothered. They are a wicked, worthless lot and don’t deserve compassion. How could they, when they let their own suffer and die in agony? Scorning a child out of spite?”
As she says the words, she looks at each of you in turn.
“Leave now and never look back. No one need ever know you were here.”
Flapping around beside Vilree, is the Pot-Tosser!
It squeaks:
“Leave now and never look back!”
Vilree has a strange crossbow in hand...
Natsume had known what she was going to do when she reached Vilree. She was going to use the talents she had been given to take her down, like any villain.
But her fingers falter on the handle of her shield, and she takes a deep breath. Things had changed. She had died. She had come back with something else inside her.
"Vilree."
She takes a step forward, and then another, opening her arms. "They're not worthless... and neither are you. You don't need to hurt people. You can help them-- help them be better, or just leave them to themselves. There is no shame in leaving behind a community that hurt you."
"They were helped-- and killed my mother and destroyed me for being helped!
Now they will pay.
I will leave the community behind... all dead."
Giggett's turn to step forward.
"Vilree, I can understand your desire for vengeance." says the gnome, her holy symbol clearly visible. "And I think the town owe you more respect and proper excuses for what they did to you and your mother. They acted out of fear and stupidity... Let's not act like them. We proved we are resourceful. Let us conduct the negociations between the village and you. They need to understand what they did and recognize both the positive actions of your mother and who she was."
Giggett takes a deep breath.
"This is the last thing we can do for your mother. She can't be remembered as Silwyth the Witch. She has to be remembered as Silwyth the Savior."
"Yes, they acted out of fear and stupidity... I am neither fearful nor stupid! Understand or not, the village will surely pay!
I have no quarrel with you, and there is nothing to negotiate: leave now!"
"I want to understand. It's not like if we were in a hurry, it's been days that we slaughter all your minions. We can stop by for a minute and talk. And you haven't talked to anyone worthy for months, unless you consider Lord Nar a nice friendly person."
Giggett's posture is calm, without agressivity.
"What happened exactly? We have the townsfolk version and we both know it's not the truth. We don't have the right version."
"We are in no hurry, correct.
Just go up and wait a little bit, and we can discuss everything in detail soon... you might even have skills that can come in useful."
Sitril rushes from behind Tamerius and Gigget. He is burning with rage, and in front of his eyes here she stands. The killer of his cousin. The wretched enemy that they chased for weeks now. The one that brought death, conducted or ordered horrible experiments. For each and every one of which she should be punished with death.
"Nat, go forwards, let us take her down." speaks Sitril.
Vilree's eyes turn towards Sitril, taking in his face.
She says:
"Pity..."
As she says that word, a strange creature suddenly leaps out of water, taking place on the bridge.
It is a large thing, a real behemoth, made up of stitched flesh.
And you see the Pot Tosser about to act--
Sitril yells and runs forwards in two short steps and slices at the enemy
"The plan is simple, cut through them before they take us down! Go, go!"
Sitril runs forward, and, as he starts to cover the last few feet the behemoth back-hands him in the face!
It is just a little slap in the face, without any strength behind it.
More humiliating than anything...
Sitril's bat wounds keep on bleeding--
--and do not stop oozing blood.
Sitril's axe slices a big chunk of flesh out, that goes flying and falls into the river, where it is immediately taken out by the fast flowing water...
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Natsume frowns and lashes out with her shield:
As her shield slams into her opponent, she tilts it and tries to make it hard for it to hit her!
Natsume shames the behemoth, who decides not become weak and thus does not harm Sitril with the slap.
Natsume hits the big blob of stitches, and raises her shield.
The Pot Tosser flies over and up behind Sitril.
It tries to bite Sitril's ear, succeeding to do so on the second attempt-- but Natsume's reacts again, and prevents the damage from weakening the Dwarf.
Giggett seizes the situation, and decides the big guy may have a functional brain.
"Your mistress doesn't care about your well-beeing, she only uses you and today she'll let you die in pain!"
Of course, her glare supports her mouth and conveys her demoralizing words to the creature's heart(s).
Feeling that the enemy is as weak as it could be, she summons the powers of nature with her hands, calling lightnings all around her and guiding them on the pot tosser and the giant monstrosity.
lightning damage, basic Reflex save DC19.
The big guy has bug eyes, a brain, and - it seems - a weak brain at that.
It is not so much Giggett's words, as the steel hard and intimidating glare that seem to make big old guy quiver and shake--
--but will Giggett ever know if Vilree was telling the truth or not?!
The Pot Tosser has a part metal spoon and thus is hit hard--
--whereas the big guy is cringing and fearful and evades some lightning!
It tries to bite Sitril's ear, succeeding to do so on the second attempt-- but Natsume's reacts again, and prevents the damage from weakening the Dwarf.
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Tamerius calls for Hell's Thunder on the creature and the pot thrower.
May Hellstorm be your downfall!
Then moves continues to expand the blessing of Asmodeus on his comrades.
Tamerius calls for Hell's Thunder on the creature--
--that avoids some of the attack--
--and the pot thrower--
--that also avoids some of the thunder--
Hellstorm hurt them, but is not - yet - their downfall.
The Bless expands, but the bleed does not stop...
Vilree moves up behind the Behemoth, and, gracefully pulls out a vial that she tosses at Tamerius, lobbing it right over the big guy--
--despite the obstructions, the flask lands right on the top of Tamerius' head, and bathes him in fire that suddenly erupts all around him! And some fire splashes over his legs...
Fire splashes over Giggett too...
As Tamerius topples to the ground--
--his body keeps on burning...
Then Vilree pulls a vial from a pocket.
The Behemoth first takes a wide swing at Sitril, though he is still shaking, but the pot tosser is distracting Sitril, who is also too enraged to defend super well--
--and the big guy bops the Dwarf on the nose.
It is a massive strike, and the pain, plus the power, have Sitril go flying back, right under the flying pot tosser-- who giggles!
Sitril hits the wall, and tries to remain standing.
The Behemoth then suddenly lifts his thick leg, and tries to stomp on Natsume's foot--
--but her fine armor resists!
”I’ll do my best to hold him, if you need to step back!” offers Natsume.
Regardless...
She raises her shield hard into the behemoth, then holds it there!
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As Natsume talks about ”stepping back”, Sitril, who just was sent flying back, and is struggling to remain standing, wonders if she is mocking him?
Natsume rams her spikes at the Behemoth--
Natsume has rammed the shield in the big lug and hides behind it as the spikes pop stitches left and right and alchemical ooze drips out all over--
--but the magic on the spikes disappears.
Giggett tries some gnome magic...
... to no avail.
"Handle the big guy, he should be close to falling" says the gnome while searching in her bandolier.
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”I’m just hoping he doesn’t fall forward!”
Tamerius stabilize, but for how long?
Sitril has shoved away but does not fall. He clenches his teeth and waves his axe in the air moving forwards. He ignores the bumblebee and goes straight for the big monster
And another one
Sitril manages to remain standing, and charges in--
--where he is met by a big meaty fist to the face!
Though still a little frightened, the beast hits hard, and the fist bashes right back into the Dwarf's nose, breaking it!
Natsume calls upon her deity's Powers, and the evil deed of the Beast makes it reflect on this, reducing the power of its blow, and enfeebling it...
Sitril's knees buckle, but he remains standing, a little more healthy than had Natsume not helped.
And he swings at the Amalgam Behemoth Beastie Boy--
--that goes down with a big-- splash!
It falls in the river, and not on Natsume.
Sitril loses some more blood, but there is so much pouring out from his broken nose that the bleeding stops elsewhere.
Sitril takes out his healing potion.
The pot tosser tries to bite Sitril over and over and over--
--but without any pot to piss in toss, he is quite ineffective!
Giggett smiles as the situation, still dire, looks far better without a big ugly critting monster in the middle of it.
She draws her last Elixir of Life and gives it to her neighbour.
It is enough for him to wake up. She'll let the Cleric handle the rest of his healing.
She then draws an arrow and decides to start killing the pot tosser. After all, if it dies, Vilree should have a nice set back.
Unfortunately, she's not very accurate with her attack and nearly hit Sitril.
"You should surrender when you can Vilree. The more you piss us off, the harder it will be for you."
Tamerius opens his eyes-- and feels his legs burning, and blood still trickling out.
He has time to see Giggett's arrow barely miss the little homunculus--
--and Vilree speak out:
"I still have time, to consider accepting your surrender. I am a patient one... very patient."
Tamerius calls for the healing power of hell to staunch his wounds.
May Hell's Fire cleanses my wounds!
Then he gets up.
Tamerius heals up, gets up, burns up, and bleeds out...
Vilree drops her potion and starts moving her hands with rapid grace, first pulling out and tossing a flask at Sitril--
--who goes down, engulfed in flames, dropping his weapon and healing vial. He feels less rage-full as he passes out...
The fire splashes against the pot tosser as well.
Then Vilree tosses a vial at Tamerius--
--that misses, but splashes electric arcs over Tamerius and Giggett.
Finally, Vilree tosses another vial at Tamerius--
--that misses again, but not enough to not splash electric arcs over Tamerius and Giggett once more.
The bridge is at the same level as the floor, with no guard rails or impediments to prevent people from slipping over.
The top of water is a few feet below the rocky floor surface .
You do not know how deep it is, but it has to be at least several feet deep , and it flows very quickly from east to west--
Natsume moves forward, grabbing the flail from her hip. As she gets close, she whips her flail around Vilree’s ankle—
Or, y’know, maybe she doesn’t!
Giggett takes a shi... a shift.
And as usual, this power proves itself useless.
Was hoping you’d tell me it was a looooong way down and the water was maybe 5 feet deep :P
Your feeling is that someone falling in will be promptly swept away, and that it is relatively hard to keep afloat and swim against the current to avoid being whisked under the rocky tunnel less than 30 feet away.
Natsume moves, grabs the flail, tries to whip the flail around Vilree’s ankle-- but misses and the momentum throws her off balance!
Giggett does somethign that no one knows what the heck this is.
The pot tosser flies up to to Tamerius and Giggett and tries to bite the cleric--
--in vain.
The flail clatters to the ground.
Giggett moves closer to action and calls the power of nature to make an electric arc between the homunculus and Vilree. And as the homunculus is part of Vilree, it's an electric arc between her and herself!
lightning damage, basic Reflex save DC 19.
Giggett sends the arc between the homunculus--
--that disintegrates--
--and Vilree--
--that totally avoids the damage.
Vilree pouts:
"You have regard for all my hard work. Poor creatures."
"You're such a pain, Vilree. Now that you've got a good headache, we're even!"