"Hold still, and this'll probably hurt less. It's harder to aim so good when you're moving about."
"I must say though, my dear Anorak, it is very impressive how you're keeping your innards from becoming outards."
Even grappled by the tentacle, Anorak was still peppered with bolts by his ally. All four found their mark, leaving the wizard bleeding profusely.
Acererak cackles, and again reaches a hand out towards Erith. She braces herself for the expected electric shock, but this time a sickly greenish ray jumps from his extended finger to her stomach. She feels immediately nauseous
Erith fights back her rolling stomach and smeshes and slices, sending chunks of bone and leathery skin swirling into the lava below.
Acererak cocks his head as the multitude of voices come out of Erith's mouth. "Is that a Balor I hear? And...a succubus? You should know better, the three...four?...of you are splitting this creature at the seams. However, that doesn't make you wrong. I must remember to keep Maze prepared in the future. But even without it, she won't be a problem much longer."
Mike's crates and barrels continue their journey into the chamber, bobbing along under Mike's command. The cleric has enough mental capacity left to send a sacred flame at the lich. The flame washes over him, burning at his dry flesh and scraps of clothes.
Somewhat alarmed at the amount of damage he is sustaining, Acererak speaks a word that Erith didn't understand, and vanishes from in front of her. He reappeares a moment later on the south balcony.
Eliora, realizing what had happened to Thip, fought her way past the tentacles. . Using her prayer bead, she focuses on the archer, willing him to come back to his right mind. Thip feels the compulsion end.
"You like to play with fire, hairy one?" Acererak spits at the dwarf. Rolling a pinch of bat guano between his fingertips, Acererak blows on it from breathless lungs, and hurls it at the northern balcony. A fireball explodes over the lava, ratcheting the heat up to lung-searing levels. Fire roars over all four of them. Mike's crates and boxes begin to burn, and the cauldron becomes red-hot.
Anorak feels the tentacle start to pull him towards the lava, and the burned and impaled wizard magics himself further up the stairwell.
The Soulmonger, the atropal, and the tentacles finally vanish beneath the lava with a final hot burp.
From where he stands on the south balcony, Acererak takessome fur, a small shiny rod, and three silver pins from a pocket. His hands surprisingly dextrous for one without visible muscles, he rubs them together, creating a large spark in his hand. Drawing back, he pitches the spark at Eliora. A bolt of lighting flies across the steamy chamber and crackles into her chest. From there, it splits into three smaller arcs, which fly towards Thip, Anorak and Mike. His split and withered lips peel back into a satisfied grin, and he then walks over to the other side of the small balcony.
I'll make an action post later.
Poisoned.
Bleh, that is worse the Vivis cooking.
You hurt me my dear! Just kidding, it was all to increase your poison resistance, apparently it wasnt enough!
Erith manifests her echo at the green spot (bonus action) and has it merrily fly over to Acererak as it, not being able to speak, phantomimes various profanities as it approaches. (Move Echo to yellow spot)
She then strikes at the Lich through her Echo, applying her greatsword.
The echo then moves out of Anoraks reach, as if baiting him to use his reaction!
30/ 26
Damage 15
20/ 15
Damage 15
24/ 27
Damage 19
28/ 19
Damage 17
Eliora reached back towards the stairs to touch Anorak to stop his bleeding. In doing this, she also put herself between Thip and the bronze...just in case. Divine power surged out of her body and into Anorak, knitting together flesh and stopping the worst of the bleeding.
She started moving towards the make-shift bridge that was almost complete when she was met by fire and then lightning.
Mike screams at Eliora, "Ah ha now's our chance! Caul and the Boxy four won't take another hit like that." The objects line up to give the paladin a straight shot towards the lich.
Mike turns her attention back to the Lick, "That all you got?" She sends a bolt of gleaming light at him.
As soon as Mike gives the go-ahead, Eliora is off like an arrow. Her focus is completely on Acererak and this is her best chance to reach him.
She has Kubazan's voice in her head, urging her to near recklessness. However, she chooses to heal some of her burns as she dashes and jumps across Caul and the Boxy four.
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Anoraks voice can be heard from the stairs.
I can take it!
The Wizard then cast Haste on the Paly!
Source: Player's Handbook
3rd-level transmutation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a shaving of licorice root)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Choose a willing creature that you can see within range. Until the spell ends, the target’s speed is doubled, it gains a +2 bonus to AC, it has advantage on Dexterity saving throws, and it gains an additional action on each of its turns. That action can be used only to take the Attack (one weapon attack only), Dash, Disengage, Hide, or Use an Object action.
When the spell ends, the target can’t move or take actions until after its next turn, as a wave of lethargy sweeps over it.
Spell Lists. Artificer, Sorcerer, Wizard
As Eliora moved, she felt a different kind of magic flood through her body giving her unnatural speed. She let out a triumphant howl that almost sounded gleeful as she realized that she would soon be within reach of her prey.
Eliora let Iomedae's righteous fury infuse her weapon as she swung at Acererak.
Thip goes to stand near the paladin. He's a fan of not being dominated again. Good thing he can fly...
Shouts the booming voice.
It still much less then my recent series of naughty films with Lady Shamira. Speaks the melodic one.
I dont think the Lich is all that concerned with either porn or mixed martial arts videos. Says Erith
In a thing that should not, technically speaking, happen, the echo opens her mouth and shouts:
at the Lich
I hope Eliora doesnt take any sonic damage from that.
Thinks Erith.
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Shouts the booming voice out of Eriths Echo, pointing at Eliora's nicely toned bicps.
the echo now makes a rubber arm movement then points at the Lich.
Yesss, please stay in my echo not in my own head! Thinks Erith.
So does that mean that Mike loses concentration on animate objects, and Eliora isn't able to get across?
Yeah unfortunately.
I think the continuitiy is midly restored if Anorak Retcons his haste into fly?
Free of the domination, Thip turns his crossbow once more to the lich. Realizing the arrows are coming his way, Acererak waves a hand in a circle around his body, and a dome of light briefly appears around him before facing away. . The spell does the trick, and three of Thip's arrows are deflected and fly harmlessly off to the side. One, however, finds its mark in the undead's bony shoulder. Seeing Anorak and Eliora working together to get her to the south balcony, Thip uses his magical boots to start flying across the lava, hoping to stay close to the paladin.
Erith's foul-mouthed Echo reappears, and the Knight directs her attacks through it. Again, only one of the blows finds its mark, the rest deflected by the protective spell.
Mike, her enchanted objects falling into the lava below, shakes off the burns and the lightning, and calls upon her deity. A bolt of holy energy arcs across the lava to strike the lich directly between the eye, blowing a hole in his skull and rocking him on his feet.
A somewhat surprised howl of pain came from the lich. A look of something akin to respect passes across his withered feature. "Not without skill," he mutters, as if to himself. Snapping off a piece of skull that was hanging in front of his eye-lights, Acererak takes a bottle of thick brown liquid and pours some onto the piece of bone. He tosses it over the lava, and it flies partway across, to hover in the middle of the chamber. It rotates for a moment, then bursts into an explosion of brown, muddy sparks. They dance in the heat-wash of the lava for a few seconds, then zoom unerringly to the five living souls in the room.
Each of the adventurers feels the impacts, and feels pain and lethargy wash over them. The focus their will, trying to fight off the attack, but not all are successful. The brown sparks burrow out of their flesh again, leaving small, bleeding holes, and fly back across to Acererak. Wherever they land upon him, he regenerates a piece of himself that had been previously damaged.
Within you, the trickster gods cry out in pain, as their spirits are torn into pieces.
Seeing that the bridge the paladin had been about to leap on had vanished, Anorak grants Eliora the gift of flight, and urges her onward. Needing no further encouragement, Eliora flies swiftly over the lava, landing on the south balcony to strike two vicious blows, both carving bloodless chunks from the lich's body.
Acererak hesitates, deciding whether or not to use on of his spells to finish one of the adventurers off for good. Instead, he decides to capitalize on the injury he's already caused, and keep it up before the trickster gods are able to bolster their life again. Repeating his action from last time, he uses his small components to create a bolt of lightning.
Seeing the archer moving towards him, but currently conveniently positioned about 30 feet away from everybody, he targets Thip with his spell. Hitting him, the lightning arcs to all four of the other party members, striking them, despite their attempts to dodge out of the way.
Ouch.
Cannot pass the Dex save.
I take, thanks to the 40HP from start of my last turn, 93-40=53 damage and am down to 8 real hp and 38 effective hp.
Unable to find a flanking position, Erith directs her Echo in an all out attack.
Lack of healing potions really shows here, no option but to
Unleash incarnation
Reminder: my house rules are you can pass a saving throw on a natural 20
Nyet :).
Popping absorb elements which I should have done last time. 40 damage after temp hp.
Mike told Thip, "Stop being lazy. You good for nothing layabout." Casting healing word at Thip.
"Ouch my most of me..."
Thip only shoots 3 bolts this turn, which regardless is a gross violation of the laws of physics. The proverbial 4th bolt, he instead spends catching his Second Wind!
"Not my finest work." He hovers to be slightly less centralized above the lava.
Eliora grunts and waivers slightly as Acererak pummels her with more vile magic. She sets her jaw as the reality of her mortality sets her resolve to end this evil. If she was going to die then she would do everything possible to rid the world of Acererak. The Soulmonger may have been destroyed but if he persisted then he could make another. She tried to make her last attacks count.
@Elly I think you had 40 temp hp when Anorak nuked, and you get 30 temp hp at the beginning of your turn, meaning you are probably at 21 (51 effective) rather then 11.
I'm just waiting to see if our wizard is conscious before finalizing my actions this round.
I'll roll for him, because there's no way for him not to fall, even if he saves on both attacks.
SAVE
24-23 HP = 1
Add 30 HP
FAIL
31-46 = He's down folks.
Alright bonus action to healing word Larry the Wizard Lizard. Move to the edge of the lava pit. And then...
"Allfather! SMITE THIS FOOL!"
Mike is greeted with only the sound of lava burbling. "You've always been a bastard, Allfather."
Anorak, you're back up with 9 HP and can act this turn.
Weird, it previewed just fine
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Anorak dodges and weaves and reactively activates his Ring of Evasion for the last side stepping dance!
The perfectly upright wizard smiles.
So, what the flying s~$* grease do we need to do just to end your pathetic existence!
Anorak smiles.
He cast Grease on the bilge-face snot bag!
Will you just fall in the lava already!
"I don't want to offend, big fan of the whole arch-lich thing you've got going on here. And that dominate spell, just classic! But I'm not going to lie, I'm a little surprised you don't have a few more abjurations up and running. A greater invisibility. A flight spell. Maybe a few mirror images? Anyway, don't mind me, I just shoot the arrows. Keep up your good work mate!"
I feel like I've hit my retcon limit but if you insist.
As the arrows started flying again, Acererak cast his shield spell again, and all three of Thip's arrows bounced harmlessly off.
As the Echo likewise attacked to no avail, Acererak said, "Perhaps in a few thousand years you would have learned to appreciate that physical muscles aren't everything. Alas, you'll never have the chance."
Reaching out a thin hand, he tried to touch the echo, but the lightning that sprang from his fingers missed and sparked out harmlessly into the room.
The spiritual hammer hanging over Acererak's head bonked him soundly, rattling his skull enough that it prevented him from dodging Mike's sacred flame. Snarling at the cleric, he said, "I'll deal with you in a moment."
He then turned towards Erith, while he clutched a hand around the devil-like talisman hanging around his neck. The black sphere on Erith's balcony moved unnaturally quickly towards her, a 2-foot sphere of utmost nothingness.
Eliora's attacks likewise couldn't connect with withered flesh and bone, and only succeeded in cutting away scraps of fabric. The shield spell flashed and sparked as it turned aside attack after attack.
"I don't want to offend, big fan of the whole arch-lich thing you've got going on here. And that dominate spell, just classic! But I'm not going to lie, I'm a little surprised you don't have a few more abjurations up and running. A greater invisibility. A flight spell. Maybe a few mirror images? Anyway, don't mind me, I just shoot the arrows. Keep up your good work mate!"
"What you don't know about what I have "up and running" could likely fill a tome." Acererak said, as he floated upwards, just in time to avoid Anorak's grease spell. "I know you can see the invisible."
As he floated highter, out of range, Eliora took a swing at him, however, she just ended up showering herself with crumbling cloth as he flew above her.
"While a certain amount of conflict is good for the blood," he grinned at his own joke, his nearly non-existant lips stretching over his blackened teeth, "this grows tiresome." He spoke a single word, and twisted one ruined hand in a strange, clutching motion.
Erith felt a strange and otherworldly cold rising in her gut—a clawing nausea followed, along with chills and trembling in her extremeties. The pure necrotic energy is consuming her from the inside out, and before their eyes, she began to wither.
I can Attack of opportunity through the echo once he moves out of her range, which I think he does.
That may hit yay!
My temp HP! Jerk!
Need to think more of my turn, this is just reaction stuff.
Erith commands her echo to get up to the Lich, paying no heed to the Paladins trouble as there is nothing she could do to help him, and unleashes another flurry of attacks!
+9=27
Echo bonus attack
Shouts the booming voice out of her echo.
Dear Lich, if you fall from there, I will be there to catch you. And dunk you in the conveniently placed Lava. To which I am immune and you are not. Cheers! Adds the seductive voice.
Erith then moves away from the black sphere, walking on the walls to maintain 30 feet distance with her echo.
Need a con save vs finger of death too, Erith.
Could he see me where I was?
17+35=52 damage Erith takes 22 of these rest is temp hp, now 28/144 hp.
Erith would seek to move 20 feet upwards (Spiderclimb) Staying in range of he echo.
Thip, try to get 30 feet away from me so that clown cant hit both of us with another chain lightning.