Round 1
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Ohime up>
Ohime will pull up her crossbow and swiftly let loose some poisoned bolts into the beast, while her arcane song sends boons to her companions.
The wolf howls as the poison takes affect from the bolts.
Krokkin roars in furious excitement as the raging torrent washes thru him. He relishes the feeling of his battle rage, realizing he has missed this feeling in the last couple of weeks.
Seeing Ohime's magic land on the creature, Sorogar attempts to assault it's mind just as Krokkin moves to chop the wolf up in a blur of speed. Her eyes light with blue radiance as she pierces the creature with a harsh glare, muttering the harsh orcish language as she did!
The wolf throws back its head in agony as it is assaulted both physically and mentally. It is obviously hurting from the onslaught.
The grig begins to cast another spell at the wolf. A few moments later an eruption of divine light pours out of the heavens slamming into the wolf.
The wolf however is unaffected by the heavenly light.
Taking a deep breathe, the wolf lets out a solid single line of lightning.
Krokkin feels a sudden extreme chill as he is close to the wolf. A faint bluish shimmer covers an area of about 10 ft around the wolf. .
As he is recovering from the cold, a jolt of electricity erupts from the wolfs fur targeting Krokkin.
Brek draws a circle in the air with one palm and then smacks his free palm into the circle calling forth a flock of excited sparrows that fly at the wolf.
Excited Flaming Sparrows.
That slams into the wolf.
Sorogar siphons the wounds from the others to herself once more, wincing from the lightning impact and very thankful the elemental ward seemed potent enough for now. Hopefully, that was really the best it had, and it wasn't just toying around with them.
But it wouldn't do to take chances.
Choosing to stay behind Krokkin for now, she channels the power of the Skyfather to both further hinder the wolf and heal her allies in the meantime!
Round 2
Ohime doesn't particularly like that the Grig is involved and breaking its vow (whatever that means). It just leans more toward her not trusting the pair of them. As long as her birdy keeps an eye on the Satyr, she is comforted to some degree. She can better focus on her true enemy, the one who killed her master. Sorogar helps heal her of some of her damage taken. The burns fade to almost nothing, but Ohime sees Sorogar hurt. The bard moves a few steps closer to her just so she can be ready to heal her if she starts getting truly hurt.
The singer's serpent-like tongue loops out and wraps about another bolt, spreading a magically enhanced and more potent drop of venom from her fang onto the tip. Already, the wolf is weakening, and given where it stands on the area of grease, soon it won't even be able to be functional or be capable to dodge Brek's spells.
She fires two shots again.
Krokkin does not seem fazed much by the wolf's attacks as he continues wielding the GreatSword in wide arcs slashing relentlessly in his pursuit of his prey.
Great Sword attacks (raged,bullstrength,bears endurance, Hasted)
The wolf sinks to its knees momentarily at the onslaught of ohime's poison. He pushes himself back to his feet and is met with Krokkin's attacks. The attacks leave gaping wounds along his sides and neck. The blood freezes and shatters as it drips from the wolf creature to the ground.
The grig reaches into its pouch and pulls out a potion (cure mod cl 5) and tosses it to sorogar. drink it. it calls.
The wolf creature throws back its head and howls. Then it lunges forward to Krokkin. Its jaws find purchase in the right shoulder and then rip down into the bicep. It opens its jaws to snap but krokkin is to quick jerking his arm out of the closing maw.
The cold chill rips into the newly injured Krokkin.
As the cold hits, electricity again ripples from the fur and enters the cat man.
Player's UP
Another flock of sparrows conjured forth from Brek flutters both and proceeds to slam themselves in waves leaving burning trails in their wakes.
Ohime licks one more bolt and with her magically enhanced poison and then fires one of her bolts, reloads and fires the other!
"You will not stand against us, and you will pay for your past sins."
By this time, poison must be seeping through every vein in its frozen, lightning-charged body. As the creature will run out of the dexterity it needs to dodge these blows, it will get hurt more. As it runs out, it will eventually have no available dexterous movement left and will fall comatose. She is waiting for that fateful moment.
From the corner of her eye, Sorogar sees the dodgy fey throw a potion right at her face.
She does what most sensible people would do and dodges the projectile. "Save it for desperate times!" she calls back, hopefully being displomatic and reasonable enough to mask she still didn't trust him at all. Something about all this felt off. The fight against this 'legendary wolf' was too easy. That only they could close this rift to the abyss was too convenient. It could be the spirits, or destiny.
But what she couldn't discard was that these fey were goading them into doing something irreversibly stupid, like opening the rift for a couple of demons disguised as fey. And until she was sure of that, there was no way she'd ever drink or take anything offered by either of them.
Instead, she continues drawing more wounds onto herself. She grunts as burn wounds on Krokkin, Brek and Ohime disappear and re-appear on her own body, then she reaches out to the recently mauled Krokkin. "Keep going. You can do this - all of you!"
The wolf like creature again stumbles to its knees but rights it self more quickly this time. Again it howls.
Krokkin, hearing Sorogar's words replies only with a rage filled howl as he continues the onslaught. The raging torrent has consumed him and he relishes it losing focus for the most part on anybody other than the prey in front of him. A small, tiny part of his mind notes that he has heard each of his companions speak and reasons that they must be ok so it raises no objections or caution.
He is barely aware of the pain that racks his body or the subsequent healing flowing back in. He is confident that he is the spearhead and that the others are taking care of each other.
Great Sword attacks (raged,bullstrength,bears endurance, Hasted)
The creature throws back its head in a howl that is answered by 2 others in the distance. Then in Guttural common it begins to cast a spell, eyes focused solely on Ohime. Suddenly the sky opens and cold ice and light rain down on Ohime.
The grasshopper man flies straight up in the air for about 45 ft. but does nothing else.
Ohime dodges to the left and right but isn't fast enough as a terrible ice storm falls upon her. She growls as it thunders into her, leaving her blood, flesh, and scales at her feet.
"Take your pound of flesh! It'll be the last you ever take!"
I know you had elect resis but didb't you also have cold resis? stuck in my mind you did somehow.
brek up then rest of party
Brek??
Brek is simply moving his fingers too fast as his own mutters races to keep up conjuring forth even more flocks that streaks across instantly upon being summoned to strike the wolf!
The wolf howls at the contact of the fire to its pelt. The fur is beginning to look burnt and the cold that naturally seems to emanate from it seems to be a bit less.
Round 5
There is a twinge of pain within her heart at seeing a wolf begin to be injured and slowly die, but she just has to keep reminding herself of its evil and how it would devour them all. She also keeps her eyes peeled to the surround to make sure nothing is coming before she pulls two bolts and reloads. It appears that despite her injuries, she is going all out and not worrying about her own life. Ohime keeps singing, inspiring her companions to deadlier accuracy than ever before but this time, instead of firing, she recasts a haste spell.
"I need healing, Sorogar..." she comments to her sister behind her in a voice that likely only she could hear during combat. The need is evident from the massive amount of blood gushing down through her armor, tribal bands, and somewhat airy, skimpy hot-weather outfit.
Sorogar looks back, wide-eyed, at the amount of damage Ohime had taken. In the moment of shock, she forgets to maintain the debeliating magic on the wolf and it fizzles completely. But saving Ohime was more important, and it looked like it was about to die... right?
Not wasting any time, she quickly grasps her sister in arms and channels healing magic! "Hang on! Skyfather, heal our wounds!"
Krokkin continues his onslaught; hacking and slashing at the creature.
AoO
The wolf howls one more time calling in his others. Then gutturally in giant spouts off a series of divine words. A searing light bursts from above it outlining it in color. When the light disappears so to do some of the wounds.
Cold snaps back across the catfolk as the howl finishes.
The cat folk's fur turns bright bluish white before the effects fully hit. Lightening once again lashes out from its fur
A loud obnoxious cluck resounds in the air as a fat chicken makes it appearance! Its clucks sounds disapproving as it swells and expels a large egg into the area where Krokkin and the wolf are fighting in melee combat.
Brek grins as his summoned avian disappears once its job is done.
He estimated that he would need to throw another slowing spell on it soon.
Round 6
Ohime tries to identify how hurt this beast looks. Is its ribcage hanging out and guts on the floor? Is it weakened hardly able to stand? Is its fur covered in blood and flame? Is the cloak almost destroyed from the fireball and on fire? And most importantly, knowing how her poison affects animals, how closely is he to death from it?
She pulls up her crossbow once more and lets off two shots.
There are long gash marks and serrated wounds running the majority of the wolves body. It is not physically very stable/dexterous but that is the only thing that appears seriously wrong with it. Many of its wounds are scabbing over and healing and after the light several of its wounds have healed completely. It almost seems to be toying with you but was surprised by the potency of the poison.
Now it seems to be waiting for its companions. You think that maybe you could finish it before the companions arrive.
Seeing the wolf didn't appear to be hurt much except for Ohime's poison, and maybe Brek's earlier fire attack, Sorogar knew she and Krokkin had to change tactics. "Krokkin! Its wounds are healing too quickly. But it's slowing down. I'll try holding it in place! If it works, bind it, then cut its throat!"
Throwing her blade to the side, she then lunges forward and grabs the wolf's neck, trying to force it to the ground!
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Little voice in the back of Krokkins rage filled mind has become more insistent that something is wrong. As he whirls in again doubt starts to come into his mind that he will be effect long enough to defeat this flying carpet.
As he prepares to attack again the tiny voice takes over at Sorogar's words. As his brain is processing what she is saying the training he has received, has already kicked in.
tiichiul it! He growls as he puts the dagger away and grabs the rope off his pack. He steps into the fray crashing down on the struggling pair wrapping the rope quickly around its muzzle and feet drawing all 5 parts of the animal together.
Grapple check
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Grappled creatures cannot move and take -4 penalty to Dexterity and a -2 to all attack and CMB/CMD checks.
To cast a spell, they must make a Concentration check (DC10+Grappler's CMB+spell level) or lose the spell.
The only spells that can be cast while grappled are spells without somatic or material components (still provoke AoO as normal unless cast defensively)