Abnaki, two of the mirror shard shapes direct blinding rays of reflected light into your eyes. You are blinded for 2 rounds.
Phon Vos has similar beams shot into her eyes, but her hard-earned strength bulls through the attacks and leaves her vision clear.
and finally, in Doppish the robed figure directs the silver golem to attack. It steps forward and swings a ponderous fist toward Phon Vos,
Tapped out of bardic performance, running low on high level spells, and blind in the sewers of Hearth. That old fortune teller was right.
Not having anything to contribute without sight based targeting, Abnaki passes.
Samen takes full advantage of Abnaki's cry of haste in a flurry of actions.
Samen, for once, sucks energy out of his staff to fuel the same spell over again on the other scattered mirror creatures. It strangely drains him as much as pushing into it, but the tinkling of breaking glass soothes his weary spirit. He then steps up to smack the ones in Abnaki's face.
Phon Vos first says a quick prayer to River, the god of healing, as the pain from the silver golem's attack fades a bit.
Taking advantage of the haste as well, Phon Vos quickly dispatches the shard-things that cluster around her. The silver golem remains.
The moon inquisitor mutters, "You're all too clever, hmm? Well, let's grind you into the mortar then."
Again in Doppish, the figure gives detailed commands to both golems.
(phon vos)
(Samen)
She quickly lays hands on herself and tries to strike at the golem.
Still blind, Abnaki attempts to help in the only way that he can, moving towards the fight and hoping that he can meat shield effectively.
Gabriel, you finally fall out of the dream realm yourself (see map). You see your allies fighting two silver golems. You also see a priest in robes of Moon just ten feet away from you.
Gabriel will sneak up behind the priest and attempt to relieve him of his head
The golems both take solid blows from hammer and staff; you can tell you've done damage, but they are resilent foes.
--
Gabriel catches the inquisitor awkwardly crouching for a moment, shoulders slumped as he contemplates the broken pieces of mirror. Your sword slashes across his back, leaving an ugly red welt on his pale skin, and the inquisitor squeals in pain.
Gabriel, the silvery-faced inquisitor edges away from you, and casts a spell. In a bland statement of fact, he says, "We're friends, aren't we? Friends, you and I."
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The first golem swings at Samen, with slightly less speed,
and misses.
The second golems attacks Phon Vos,
and hits! 12 bludgeoning damage Phon Vos.
"No more talking."
Sculpt sound, DC 17 will or be unable to make noise with his voice, this prevents him from casting any spells with verbal components.
The silver golem in front of Samen is dented under the terrible blows, then tears apart with ugly screeching metal sounds. It falls to pieces, no longer animate. (deleted)
Samen, at the very last moment, your mind instantly translates the Undine word for "warlock" as the assassin you dragged back from the dreamlands hisses the word hatefully and he stabs you deeply in your side-
"Did you think such a weak spell would affect me? Ridiculous."
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Phon realizes the fight looks dire, but she tries her best to slam them with the hammer of her weapon.
Gabriel will keep attacking the Priest, completely focused on the target he deems the greatest threat, Never send a spell to do a blades job. And No we arent friends, enchantment magics are the most evil magics. Gabriel is aiming for the shoulder and neck as he slashes completely. The attempted mental influence, seems to have made him more angry.
The moon inquisitor takes another step back, desperately looking about now - from the way he is staggering about, you'd say one more slash of your sword will do the job.
He looks at Gabriel, seeming to truly notice the black veins for the first time. "Ah, you must hate yourself, yes? A division within the self."
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No not particularly Gabriel will continue the 5 foot step chase and attack, after shaking off the spell rather easily despite his vulnerability.
"Honestly? 5% chance of any spell working." Abnaki grumbles. "It would've been a little harder to resist if a smoke spirit hadn't eaten my magic headband, and I hadn't used all my usual magic summoning the dream crow."
Almost as an afterthought he adds, "Oh right. Fighting." Abnaki does his best to imitate the voice of the talkative priest.
and says to the golem, "Stand down."
The last golem attacks Phon Vos again,
Gabriel's quick slash finally puts the inquisitor down. The silvery, featureless face lies facedown in a growing pool of blood.
Samen cries out weakly, and a bit of blood trickles out of his mouth. He may have hit a lung. Nothing inhaling a little acid won't fix. This isn't the first time he's been in a race to the mat, and hopefully it's not his last. Samen does his best to re-unconscious-ify the Undine.
Desperate to stay standing, Phon Vos takes her prayer spell--which clearly wasn't needed currently--and changes it into healing magic.
The golem, now masterless, abandons all restraint and swings wildly at you. Its own limbs deform slightly under the heedless assault.
You are hit by one fist, and it crunches into your face, pushing you back with sheer strength.
Gabriel will spend his turn, searching the dying priest for something that controls the golem or cold be used to handle it going berserk
Gabriel, you find several milk-white potions on his belt. You also find on his left hand a ring of smoked mirror-glass, a curious material that goes from transparent to reflective depending on the angle. It comes off his finger with a faint pop, like pressure released from a wine bottle.
"Well s&%@."
Abnaki desperately stabs at the golem with his longspear.
His skill is undeniable, but the strength is lacking. Fortunately, his banner still gives everyone +2 to hit and damage!
Samen lurches, then suddenly blinks, toward the golem.
Staff and spear batter the golem into the ground; the pieces move no more.
"Well, that could have gone better. I don't think we're equipped to deal with countless silver golem." Abnaki pauses and thinks for a second. "Do you think they could be stuck in the dreamlands? Regardless, we've got the priest and the mook, we should have a chat with them."
Abnaki shudders. "But they can probably plane shift. And I only know one way to stop a spellcaster in a more permanent manner, and I certainly don't want to cut out their tongues."
Samen nods at Abnaki's assessment. His voice is wet with blood. "Cutting off the hands is usually equally effective, but let's try simple restraints for now. Worst case, we can let Abby eat him."
A slithering, winding whisper, "Or I could eat his fingers. And part of his tongue. A small part, just the sweet part. I promise he will still be able to talk, my love."
I think... I understand what's going on now...White obsidian Gabriel seems deep in thought as a hand casually traces one of his black lines, are the shadows working with the moon or is it theft...or am wrong entirely...