Silver tiger will do as he is asked: he moves to the stone creature and begins bashing it.
Invisible Ki streams into Silver Tiger's hands as he begins his leap, and coalesce into power as his open palm slams into the creature.
Silver Tiger's hands slam into the stone, but he can't seem to damage the creature.
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He that is the Horror of Dunwich deduces the situation. Somehow the Main Witch had done some mojo on that deader dude, and he was coming t' party. But not in the good way. He'd need to be stopped.
Just then their benefactor, the spell-chicky with the great jubblies, tosses down a double-whammy that doesn't go through some kind of force field. Looks like MODRUSSUS is having his nap about now.
Well, but if a bolt can't go through, he wondered if it would be the same for something more direct?
"Oy! Oy you right kaname bourdelo," he yells at Kadavrus. "I see how ya don't take things from her. Now take one from me!"
All seven of his arms shoot out from where he stands and charge unerringly at the arch-foe.
DC 23 attack. Also:
1) Multiattack: If successful, increase the attack’s
resistance check DC by +2 for two degrees of success, and
+5 for three or more. This circumstance bonus does not
count against power level limits.
2) Then Strength or Dodge Resistance check DC 18 to resist auto Grab.
3) If she fails, then Fort save DC 18 or take first level of Grab-based Affliction: 1) Impaired; -2 on checks
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Deadman snaps his now-violet gaze onto the creature that has attacked his new master, and leaps to engage.
Fueled by delicious mediterranean food and adrenaline, she sprints effortlessly toward the circle, and she thrusts her sword at the nearest skeleton.
Gracie races toward the skeleton. It has its bony fingers entwined in a woman's hair, dragging her toward the circle. It tried to raise its arm in defense, but Calesvol slashes through arm, skull, and ribcage before it clatters to the street.
The woman falls to her hands on the ground, looking up at Gracie. "Thank you, good lady Knight. Thank you."'
The little boy behind her races forward, grabbing her shoulders to lift her up. His face is bruised.
Kadavrus shakes her quickly, trying to shake off Dunwich Horror's blows. Focusing her attention on the Titan, she flies at him, black energy crackling around her outstretched hands. At the last moment, she breaks off and rockets into the sky, ascending 120 feet.
This woman, powerful though she may be, seems young and untested. Her feint is easy to see through.
Myst and Cayrne shift focus to the one of you who tried to hurt their master.
Myst repeats her attack, against Dunwich this time instead of Gracie.
There is one skeleton left to menace Grace. It drops its villager and slashes at her with its claws, slicing through empty air.
Heeding Briareus' call and seeing an obvious opponent in the Cayrne, Eoten bellows a challenge and moves to engage the walking pile of stones;
The brute lumbers forward and heedlessly swings a meaty fist at the creature;
Timing his attack after the giant, Sinclair waves his arms and wiggles his fingers pronouncing, "The Mists of Morpheus muffles minds," to the pile of rocks hoping to muffle its mind again.
Eoten knocks a stone from Cayrne's form, sending it into a nearby building. Where his legs touch the street, you notice that he is absorbing cobblestones to replace what was knocked away.
Seven takes note of Deadman's behavior. "Oh, no, you won't turn my friends against each other. Abridon breaks your bindings!" The yellow energy of Seven's magic washes over and through the dead man, stripping out the dark energy controlling him.
Dunwich 31
Deadman 21
Hypnotist 21
Silver Tiger 16
Gracie 12
Gracie nods in acknowledgement of the woman and child. "Take cover," she points to the nearby alley. She gives the boy a smile, "And you keep looking after your mum." What if it's not his mum, what if it's his--shush, Grace, you're in an alternate universe fighting D&D skeletons, now is not the time.
The would-be knight then swings at the other skeleton.
And hitting or not, takes a step closer to the circle.
The final skeleton bites the dust as Grace finds herself in the middle of several villagers.
Silver Tiger kept up pressure on the stone creature, opting to focus less on damage and more on landing a damaging strike.
Dunwich, Deadman, Hypnotist.
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The hundred-handed one suddenly feels crowded under attack from so many foes.
Battered and dazed, he stumbles to his side, ending only when he feels a building against him.
Alas he continues to be dazed, and his vision swims.
"A'ight, no more moussaka before battle. Or, at least, not as much."
Ach! Briareus!
Concerned with the safety of his friend, The Hypnotist reveals himself. Flying up and over his cover, The good Doctor swoops down on his radiant platform made from the stuff of dreamtime. As he dives, he casts a single leer at Briareus' attackers. Almost as if time slows, those caught in his gaze look into madness itself, as his irises become a portal to the most chaotic and depraved pits of the dreamtime.
"FIENDISH FOES! YOU WILL CEASE YOUR ACTIONS!"
gylfir lepas back over to kedavrus.
"Let's make sure you can't do that again." he says, bringing the axe down at great speed.
Gylfir's sword slams into Kadavrus' shield, rattling the young woman, she moves to retaliate but is overwhelmed by The Hypnotist's swirling eyes.
Kadavrus falls into the pits of madness within The Hypnotist's eyes, but the others, possibly because of their unnatural forms, are able to resist the mental influence.
Slyme looks at her stymied allies and cries out, "Kadavrus, Una will not look well upon our failure here, get yourself together." She moves toward Gylfir, an unsettling undulating cloud. Her fists are somehow more solid than the rest of her form, and she uses them as best she can against the Deadman, but he turns them aside with his shield.
Seeing an opportunity, Seven once again reaches out to unmake Kadavrus' magic, pouring yellow energy into unweaving the necromancer's shield. The dark energy protecting the young necromancer cracks and sizzles away under Seven's assault. Seven calls out, "Now, Deadman, her defenses are down!"
Give Eoten and Sinclair a chance to go, then everyone else.
Seeing the pile of rocks mind (such as it is) muffled, Sinclair waves his arms and wiggles his fingers pronouncing, "The Mists of Morpheus muffles minds," and focusing his magical attention toward the insubstantial threat.
Slymme is stunned!
Brow wrinkled in belligerent intent, Eoten grabs for the stone goliath with one meaty arm;
The giant lifts the pile of stones into the air, bits of dirt raining down around him.
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Briareus' head is still spinning, making everything lead him a merry dance. The solid street before him ebbs and swirls like the crashing, swirling whitewater that Charybdis calls home.
Not wanting to be totally sidelined, his hands wander up, up, up and out, trying to smack the taste out of Kada'vrus' mouth.
but alas, even so mean a feat as that is beyond his ken, and he holds his head in his two hands.
Suddenly his eyes blink and his stomach stops heaving and the world finally settles into a more natural state.
"You should maybe take a break, large one. I hit you pretty hard."
He takes up the job from here, bringing his axe down hard at Kadavrus.
Having tested power and accuracy, Silver Tiger knows that he will need power to bring the stone man low.
With the pile of rocks in giant hand and the mist's mind muffled, Sinclair waves his arms and wiggles his fingers pronouncing, "By Phaedrus's Fortified Forms", and focusing his magical attention on the insubstantial threat. A glowing blue sphere flickers into existence attempting to capture the amorphous creature.
The giant lifts the pile of stones into the air, bits of dirt raining down around him.
Eoten chuckles as Silver Tiger uses the hoisted golem as a heavy bag;
berstan = break, shatter
seolfor = silver
sefte = soft
...the giant's beady eyes glitter with hungry intent.
"Good Knight! I will shephard the innocents. Get out there and put a hurting on those repulsive reprobates!"
Grace nods and says, "Let me just see if I can do this... I ain't ever seen a movie where a magic circle in a village was a good thing..." Grace lifts her blade and swings down on the circle, trying to break the line and disrupt it...
Grace's blade scrapes sparks against the cobblestone street. The glowing circle flares and the energy flows from the breaks created by Calesvol. Finally the glow winks out.
The death masked young woman in the red robes turns to Gylfir, "A pity, we could have been such good friends, just like these two." Her gesture takes in Cayrne and Slymme.
She reaches out her hand, and fire leaps out toward the Deadman. He raises his shield, and the fire flames out on the shield of Odin. Compared to the flames of Surtur, this is as nothing.
Seven continues pouring magical energy into disrupting Kadavrus' defenses, not risking her taking the time to bring up her shield.
Silver Tiger moves up to the rock man so quickly it almost looks like he teleported next to the creature. He then pummels it again with his Ki-enhanced strikes. Seeing it damaged, however, he opts to insure that he strikes it.
With the stone man hoisted, Eoten places a shovel hand onto Cayrne's chest attempting to crush the rock form asunder;
Maintaining a grab is a free action, you can take a standard action to inflict your Strength damage to a grabbed target on subsequent turns after the grab is established.
Eoten's peg-toothed grin increases, as his fingers dig into the rock hide, causing cracks to appear...
With the pile of rocks in giant hand, the mist bottled, Sinclair waves his arms and wiggles his fingers pronouncing, "Be bound by the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak", and focusing his magical attention on the mage. A glowing red ribbons flicker into existence attempting to grab the necromancer.