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Brana, bracing herself against the nearest wall, smiled at Bastion's bow. "Think nothing of it. I did little to injure that creature, at least I was able to help my ... friends." As the last word rolled from her tongue, she raised an eyebrow. "Yes." She affirmed. "Friends." She smiled, it had been a long time since she had called anyone friend.
ooc: Nicely done!
OOC: Thanks for NPCing, yesterday was nuts around here. IC: "Bastion, take this." she said as she tossed him a second vial (CMW) "You may need it." Brana quickly focused her mind and began to chant, calling for the power of a less powerful spell that was sure to impact the creature. Unless it's resistance to magic defeated her once again. Magic Missile SR/DMG IC2: Brana was dismayed to watch her missiles impact the creature to no effect. OOC: Fabian, I know I've already used a Hero Point but this seems like a good time to see if you'll bend the rules to allow me to use another.
IC: Brana watched helplessly as Bastion fell to the ground. ~At least the creature let him go.~ she thought to herself. Brana moved toward the ranger and grabbed his clothing attempted to drag him out of the beast's reach. She eyed the creature as she did so, praying to Gozreh the beast wouldn't snatch her up and crush her like it had Crove, Linstrenn and Bastion. ooc: I've got a couple cure potions to give Bastion if Brana can pull him away. Ideally she would drag Bastion to Q14 and return to where she is right now in P15. Next round she'll spend her entire round retrieving from her pack and attempting to coax a Cure Mod potion down Bastion's throat.
IC: Brana gasped in horror as she watched Linstrenn go limp in the creature's grasp. "Linstrenn is unconscious!" she screamed. Determination crossed her face as she began her, now well-practiced, somantic and verbal portions of her spell. The plume of acid headed toward the beast. SR/ATK/DMG The acid plume harmlessly impacted the ceiling above the beast. (residual damage from last round's attack )
IC: Brana wished she could get to Nadia to check her wounds and give her one of the healing potions she had remaining. She hope the cleric would step out of the fray and heal herself before she was snatched up by the creature again. Holding her position, Brana prayed to Gozreh as she cast the same spell one more time. (SR w/Action Point-Ranged Touch Attack-Damage Roll ) The creature wailed in pain as the acid finally did some damage, Brana grinned even though she knew it was minimal. At least she had finally managed to hurt the beast.
IC: Brana Cursed, her magic rarely failed her and the fact this creature was more powerful than anything she had ever seen didn't lessen her rage. Staying out of reach of the tentacles, still overwhelmed by the stench, she started her chanting and somantic requirements for a spell. She raised her hand toward the creature and a plume of acid once again crossed the distance between her and the tentacled mass of chaos attacking her friends. Acid Arrow (SR Check/Ranged Touch Attack/Damage ) OOC: Didn't use the Action Point this round, figured I was due for a good roll. Guess not...
ic: Still sickened by the stink of the monster, Brana felt no regrets about killing Crove - it was to the benefit of others to do so. If the creature had killed him, his lifeforce would have made a tough creature that much tougher. The sorceress called on another spell, hoping against hope that she would be able to damage the creature. When her spell was finished, she pointed her hand at the creature and a stream of acid rushed forward and impacted the Spawn. Acid Arrow (SR Check/Ranged Touch Attack/Damage ) OOC: Ugh. I can't get a decent SR roll to save my life here...
ic: Kicking the chair in front of her, Brana slid forward (P13) and eyed the creature. It's stench was unbearable (FORT Save and despite her best effort, Brana gagged and tried not to empty the contents of her stomach. Despite the overwhelming nausea, Brana chanted and moved her hands in practiced motions until her thumbs came together and all eight fingers pointed toward the creature and Keeper Crove. (Burning hands, using Magical Lineage and Elemntal Spell to make the damage Electrical instead of Fire). Spell Resistance Check (+3 instead of +5 to account for being sickened - not that it mattered) Electrical energy surrounded Crove and the creature. Electric energy criss-crossed Crove's body, burning his flesh and hair. The creature itself didn't seem to notice the attack at all.
ic: Brana looked at Linstrenn. "If we hold our breath, we should be able to join the others and see what is happening." That said, she took several deep breaths before a large gulp of air, then covered her mouth and nose and ran through the awful cloud to join the others.
ooc: Can Brana and Linstrenn hear Crove?
Brana is still puking... No issues with you rolling anything for Brana.
Apologies - forgot about the FORT Save when I was typing. FORT =
ic: Brana's eyes danced with arcane energy as she called on her bloodline. The faint flicker of flames could be seen surrounding her body until she pointed at Crove with her right hand. A searing beam of flames closed the gap between Brana and Crove in an instant. (Scorching Ray, Ranged Touch Attack and Damage) ooc - you've got to be kidding me... ic: Somehow, Brana fumbled the spell. The beam of fire ended up nowhere near Crove's position. Brana only hoped it didn't hit one of her companions instead.
Initiative = Brana, seemingly as surprised as Crove himself, quickly lifted her crossbow with both hands to steady her shot, aimed and fired at him. Attack and Damage rolls hit: Crove raised an arm in time to block the bolt, though it still managed to embed itself in his forearm. With a shriek of rage and pain, he pulled the bolt out and threw it to the floor. miss: Brana stared wide-eyed as Crove managed to swat the bolt away before it was able to penetrate his flesh. It rattled as it impacted the wall to Crove's right. Brana dropped her crossbow and mentally prepared to cast a spell on her next opportunity.
ic: Brana followed the two warriors, loading her crossbow as they moved up the hallway. "I doubt this will be necessary." She said to no one in particular as she placed a bolt into the crossbow. ooc: I like the boards for PBeM use as well.
ooc: Yep, Posting and deleting worked. Good call. ic: "What are we to do with the residents of the Asylumn in the north corridor? She asked.
Brana grunted her agreement with Nadia's plan. "Letting that beast live would have been a grave error." She said aloud. Once Bastion and the others finished searching the area, she followed the group towareds the cells to the north. "Kiergard, I fear we face greater challenges ahead. I would feel most indebted to you if you would accept this belt now." tag: Kiergard |
