Aurical gives a yelp of surprise as he was targeted several times and drops to the ground. Giving an irritated chittering growl. "People are not food!" he barks back at the spider-thing. His genuine shock at the cannibal showing his true colors.
He cocks back another bolt from his crossbow and fires. A feeling of righteous, and vindictive pleasure coursing through him.
OUCH you little ambulatory snack! Kobolds arent people! The spidery mutant snarls back.
Seeing the approaching wall of heavily armed persons, she attempts to get rid of the entanglement.
And just makes it. She retreats 15 feet. through the difficult terrain, away from the approaching party.
You perceive that just walking through it seems to be mostly annoying, but it seems to react to blood.
Saphire and Sigrat are up!
Saph thought better of the short swords and kept her bow,
5' step out from the wall and shots at the cleric.
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Sapphire sends out an arrow that buries itself deep into a vital spot!
It is likely that the inquisitor could have reduced the damage by getting her hand, shoulders, or anything else to cover her torso, but her entangled condition prevented her from doing this!
And it is about to get worse, as the weird growth eagerly focuses on her, eager for more blood!
But the inquisitor narrowly avoids being grappled!
Sigrat moves to the edge of the horrid entanglement, and readies an action to smack anything that comes out of it.
"Surrender and die painlessly. You are outmatched." He isn't speaking to intimidate, just offering terms.
Beaver-Bob is nearly ded Darryl!
We need to get free Danny
Yeah, absolutely! With the power of the underdog cultist we will break free!
Shouts the cultist named Darryl
No, leave us some powers! The cultist named Danny struggles in vain
Yes you greedy a@%@+**! As does the Cultist named Daniel
Dont worry bros, I will protect you! The Swarm prevails!
The freed cultist moves in front of Wenduag.
Yartak is up!
Yartak steps just in front of two of the mutants, taking special care about to step on the sticky product. He puts his hand into his bag and takes it out with his fist full of a glittery order, which he talked close to his mouth. When he opens his hand, he blows the powder into the air, causing a big cloud of mottled glitter that covers the mutants.
Fool, you have delivered yourself straight into Lord Baphomets strong arms! The inquisitor snarls as she seizes the opportunity to strike down Yartak
Yartak narrowly faily his concentration on the spell
And now for the second blow! She snarls as she aims her glaive at his midsection
Total of 11 damage to Yartak.
Beaver Bob, Wenduag, kill him! She shouts
As if energized by this command Beaver Bob breaks free of the weird growths grappel, and promptly moves to get Hosilla between him and the approaching wall of steel that are Sigrat and Arrius.
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A stream of pretty colours errupts from Yartaks hands, purple mixed with red from his own wound that was inflicted upon him.
No! I will survive!
Driven by raw adrenaline, Beaver Bob managed to shrug off the effect, alas his boss (who is not a mutant, the archery spider movement moved away before you got in range, and I think its fair for me to have you hit the "big bad" of the fight instead)
Fool your pretty colors and pretty face cannot best my... pretty... sooo pretty... After having to look all the time at all these mutant freaks... so pretty....
rounds. Then stunned for one round.
She drools as she stands limply and looks at Yartak.
@Yartak, ignore the 6 damage from her attack on you. The AoO still hits you for 5.
The golden scaled kobold gives a low hiss and wiggles forward along the ground. "More people than you are..." he growls in a low voice. This time aiming for the enemy that stepped between the spider-thing and himself.
Constantine moves forward and strikes at the caster with his nodachi!
Aurical takes aim an scores a clear hit, he is alas outdone by Arrius braving the weird terrain and delivering a devastating blow on the stunned and blind caster. He blood seeps freely upon the weird matter, which immidiatly grapples her.
The f$*+ing sunlander b~!%+ is about to be done for The spidery mutant snarls
Get out of the weird stuff, grab the supplies and bugger off She adds.
Sahala walks forward, looking at Baphomet's inquisitor. She doesn't say anything, but there's something sinister about that smile.
Daaah, would you rahter not be stunned, blinded and grappled? The stunned and blinded inquisitor hears, nodding to the question posed by a melodic attractive feminine voice in her, and interestingly enough Sahalas head.
Congratulations! You are now stunned, blinded, grappled aaanndd verry unlucky! Enjoy!
Wenduag meanwhile is clearly concerned about the raw damage that Arrius just inflicted, and opens up with a full volley at him.
Both of these should have hit! Wait, you arent human, because some celestial got frisky you look like you do while none of us mongrels live past 35! Haha, I will kill you so you wont either! The mutant snarls as one of her arrows finds purchase.
Noting that the yucky webbing only seems to react to blood, Targris moves forward and attempts to kill his way to Wenduag. She talked too much. Sure the cultist might get an AoO on him, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
"I had asked you to surrender."
Stop that hulk in the name of the swarm! Wenduag snarls as the large form of Targis approaches, jokeying for cover behind the cultist.
Yet Targis approaches, seeing the fear in the cultists eyes, and the hatred in those of the spider mutant.
She will try to kick him into me in 3,2,1 now The veteran warrior anticipates her intentions and movement perfectly, dodging to the side and burying his halberd deep into Wendguags chest with a practiced textbook downwards diagonal swing, the only surprising thing is that, while her chitinous exterior was unusually tough, he torso is not. Understimated his own strength, he bisects her outright.
S$~+, there are 2 Wenduags now! We will get whipped twice as much! The cultist in front of Targis speaks, clearly not quite processing what happened
Getting whipped is the least of our problems! Run! Run! Run!
The beaverfaced cultist, heavily bleeding himself, stutters.
"Thank you Targis, now I won't have to listen to that filth's mouth."
The cultist attempts to strike Targis as the large warrior outright ignores him.
He is rewarded with a "ploink", which cannot deny a certain artistic merit based on the clearness of the sound, on the bodyguard's solid armor
Bro, I am clearly just as aspiring drummer
"Are all demon worshippers this chatty?" Targis asks, as he turns to loom over the "aspiring drummer."
I am totally a drummer, I know nothing of daemon worshippers!
Darryl, not called "Drummer Darryl" for the presumably last 10 seconds of his life says, his utter lack of knowledge planes making his sentence not technically a lie. As the fact that he actually doesnt have an unholy symbol on him fills him with a slight hope of survival.
But Beaver Bob there totally is! I swear he got a magical tome called "the fiendishly well illustrated guide to dating in the Abyss" Drummer-Darryl pauses, thinking quickly to direct the towering warrior elsewhere
And he always takes it with him to the loo!
Lies! I only have the lesser "the fiendishly well illustrated guide to dating in the Abyss"! And its cursed! You dont want it! The Beaverish looking archer answers fearfully as Targis steely gaze presumably descends upon him.
"Surprisingly lawful for agents of chaos," Targis muses to himself as he prepares to strike again, completely unswayed by their arguments.
How I f*!~ing wish I didnt have to read past Abrikandidu, Ghibrileth, Chasme or Omox to get to S like Succubus, but the thing is cursed like that! The bow armed cultist mutters under his breath, evidently very happy that Targis Halberd does not actually have reach.
Damnit I cant get out! Shouts one of the melee mooks
But I can, the swarm lives on and so do I! the other cultist gets rid of the weird growth and starts to run away, slowly.
I am going to beat the drum of retreat, yesyes! The third cultist clearly wants nothing more then be on a different continent then Targis.
We dont have armor roight? So we are faster then em right? So we can bugger the f%#! away roight? The withdrawing cultist asks his fellow
I am still trapped in this s!~% damnit heeeeeelp the still trapped mutant cultist shouts
You be foine, it seems like its getting weaker because its omnomnoming others. He gets a helpfull reply.
Aurical still had plenty of range on his little crossbow, and the fleeing enemy still counted as progress to the little kobold. He took careful aim and fired at the easiest target. He had noticed Arrius take a hit, but put that out of his mind.
He would be more grateful for healing after the heat of battle.
Stepping backwards to avoid any surprise, Yartak tries to punish the one cultist who hit him before.
"Yo, get a cardigan or something! Winter is coming!"
A ray of g@$~*@in' cold erupts from his fingers, taking his enemy's direction.
The cultist collapses in a heep, now blinded, grappled, prone and dying.
Beaver Bob the cultist archer drop his bow, manages to get behind the still grappled mutant cultist and attempt to free him
He succeeds
Ok you murder hobos! I have a magic book! Which I will set on fire if you attack us so dont! I will throw the magic book at you once my friends are out of the f*%@ing yuk whatever the f@~# this is! You can have the supplies!
He waves a well worn "tome", which features a relatively well drawn drawing of a Succubus in front.
The drawn Succubus winks at you, it clearly is magical!
Yartak calls out his companions. "The book seems magical indeed."
Then he addresses the cultist. "Yo! Where did ya get it?" He thinks this way he could get some info and maybe distract the cultist so someone else can approach unnoticed.
I prayed to all lord and ladies of the Abyss to make me better at dating and it appeared it front of me! It turned my life around! After I had it Wenduag no longer used my face as a tool to redecorate our cave because I have "these useful beaver teeth"
Seeing no other danger, Saph, pops her bow into one of her magic pockets and pulls out her two curved blades. She holds them out, each side of her, and starts to walk to the group.
"Hello, pretty, pretty"
Her nonorganic eyes glowing red, the look on her face cold and utterly emotionless.
"Do you want to come and play with me? for someone like you I would charge nothing."
The inhuman look soul-powered Dolls have, Saph was just wrong.
"You're very, pretty, pretty, pretty"
If a shake could walk and hold blades it would look like this. Everything screamed "A predator coming"
Beaver-Bob looks at Sapphire as she advances, then has a realization, opens his magic book, looks at Sapphire, then looks at the Book.
I have seen that face and He says as his face suddenly loses color completely. He drops it and is now panicked.
S*+@ S!&$ S*+~ S*@@, ruuuuuuunnnn!!!
Tiefling shrugs her shoulders. Spectacular. And almost immediately begins to search for valuables among the remains of enemies, in the wagon, and so on. A practical lady.
UPD After reading the note, she plunges into thought and becomes gloomy. It seems that we need to either get out of this city very quickly, or prevent something very quickly.
Targis would far rather kill them all then let valuable information about his group slip into the wrong hands, but he was no commander. Orders were given, and he followed them. He nodded to himself. That was good. It was better that way.
Coming to stand in his usual place behind Sahala, he says "I cannot run particularly fast, and most of the horses perished in the first assault, or were stolen by deserters. Fleeing may not be an option. Do you think you, Yartak, and Aurical can stop whatever they might be planning if I- we protect you?"
"It's unbecoming to slay fleeing foes particularly those without weapons. I do agree them spreading knowledge of our presence is undesirable but my longbow is unlikely to slay them."
When informed of the contents of the notes Constantine responds, "It appears our 'work' in this area has been noticed. This won't help us avoid more attention in the future. We need to move this cart and hide it as soon as possible."
Muttering under his breath, "'Do gooder' indeed...'" as he begins lifting the cart and dragging it off the road.
You hear a faint voice from the cold Iron No-Daichi, almost calling to you.
You could swear the the Succubus on the "tome" just changed shape, and looks exactly like the Succubus who saved you before. After you blink, th picture is as it was.
"They don't seem like particularly believable guys, anyway..." Yartak helps the rest love their feet out of the sticky substance, also pushing the cart away to search in it.
Yartak seems like an archetypical Kellid, with long black hair and light eyes that gleam when he casts a spell. Traveling clothes, comfortable and useful, are his usual attire, together with robust boots and an optional extra layer in winter times. His voice is clear and deep, able to express emotions with ease even when his face remains serious - though it usually doesn't.
"Damn, I don't dare touch this rod..."
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Constantine is suspicious considering who was transporting the item. He turns to the magic users of the group and asks, "Can one of you see if the sword is cursed? I feel like it is calling to me and normally magic swords don't do that."
A beautiful tiefling woman shudders, looking at a folio with a succubus on the cover. Her black hair accentuates the unnatural pallor of her skin, and her red dress, elegant and tailored to the figure, perfectly matches the same red non-human eyes and short reddish horns. However, the dress has suffered quite a lot in places during these three crazy days, but this cannot take away the attractiveness of this slender and almost fragile but rather upstart figure (in comparison with a human woman). Expensive jewelry in red shades demonstrate the status (or claim to it) and are selected extremely exquisitely.
She leans towards the book. At this moment, a scorpion black as oil with bright red eyes like rubies with fire reflections crawls out of the neckline and crawls onto her shoulder.
Sahala looks at each other with scorpio. It seems to be a kind of mental connection. She nods, and takes the tome more confidently, after which she opens it and plunges into reading.
What she reads on the abyssal causes her first surprise, then alarm, and then calm and a slight smile.
Praise Our Lady in the Shadows! Praise our future Redeemer Queen!
The woman smiles, her soft gestures with which she accompanies her speech are so similar in their grace to cat movements that it seems even a pity that this tiefling does not have a tail to drive them on the ground (and there really is no tail, like hooves or claws - only small horns).
I have been given a sign. Our mission is to stop the fall of the entire Mendev defense line. If we do not prevent the disaster, the whole world will become one big World Wound. There will be no more world, there will be no peace, there will be no redemption. There won't be anything.
Sahala slams the volume shut and looks around at you all. Yes. I'm serious about it now. We will sort out the details later. Now is the time to act.
Saph comes and joins the others, but is looking at the feeling cultists.
"Well they were no fun at all"
She shaved her blades into her magic pouches.
"Sahala, I think I may be in that book, would you mind looking me up"
Saph picks up the long-bladed, cold iron no-daichi, which is slightly magical
"Interesting"
Constantine has the typical pale skin of those of Chelaxian stock but the similiarties end when one sees his hair and eyes. His platinum hair and intense, peridot eyes belie his celestial heritage. A large, physically imposing warrior he smiles and has a jovial attitude to set people at ease. His equipment, while well-made, appears older as though it has been passed down to him instead of the typical Chelaxian custom of gifting new-made items to young warriors. In fact his equipment is missing the engraving, filigreeing, and etchings found in upper class Houses suggesting his family is of more modest means – and less political influence. Often sharing his faith in Iomedae with others he can be a bit repetitive in his recruitment attempts.
Constantine is startled by Sahala's revelations after reading the book, "I have tried to tell the others in Cheliax the seriousness of the threat the Worldwound poses to the entire world! We need to devise a plan quickly to foil this foul plot."
Saph picks up the long-bladed, cold iron no-daichi, which is slightly magical"Interesting"
"But is it cursed or trapped in some manner? I don't wish to unleash some dark magic by wielding the sword."