Zagathoth wrote: Having no idea who he’s supposed to kill, Zagathoth follows the giant northman to his next target, making some effort to bob and weave around would be attackers as he goes.
I don’t know how many of these I need, but Ihrin made 2 so I’m making 2?
[dice=acrobatics vs AoO]1d20+12
[dice=acrobatics vs AoO]1d20+12
lol- let’s hope Wulfgar soaked up any AoOs that we’re coming
When he reaches the tiger-headed bad guy, he shifts his stance slightly and brings Doomcresent whistling down at it. spending another use of martial flexibility to switch my dedicated adversary target. also, since Wulfgar is large me and Ihrin should both be able to flank with him, right? If not take 2 off my attack roll.
[dice=all the buffs (plus flank)]1d20+14+2+2+1+2
[dice=for]2d4+19+2+2
[dice=confirm?]1d20+14+2+2+1+2
[dice=for another]2d4+19+2+2
hahaha- back to back 40s to hit (for over 50 damage in one swing), I have a feeling Zag’s going to be really into hunting dragons from now on...
The rakshasa screams in mortal agony as the unrelenting Doomcrescent splits the monster in twain!
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul wrote: She drops her veil revealing the face of the woman she had posed as in his harem with a look of pity she smiles and says in arabic."I took your pathetic excuse for a knife in my sheath, stole your heart only to let you taste my blade so I can take your LIFE!" Ihrin!? A spy!? An ASSASSIN IN MY BED!? Well, it seems that I'm not the only one hiding behind masks, my dear...
Saying this, the tiger-headed rakshasa posing as Emir Al'Haaq of Marrakech drops his own disguise! His furry orange-and-blacked striped tiger head grinning carnivorously and his backward hands gripping his scimitar...
Ihrin Ardlean Dracul wrote: Seeing the northman go for the Emir Ihrin makes her move. She moves in and stabs with a dagger seeking to end him while he is distracted with the jibberish spewing barbarian.
[Dice=Attack]1d20+9+2
[Dice=Damage]1d4+3+2
[Dice=Sneak Damage?]4d6
[Dice=Acrobatics to avoid AoO1]1d20+18
[Dice=Acro to avoid AoO2]1d20+18
With cat-like agility of her own, Ihrin tumbles to the opposite side of the Emir from Wulfgar and wallops the villain!
ARGH!!
Wulfgar Ivarsson wrote: Dashing to whichever side will provide the best flank :-)
Watching as the Behir dies Wulfgar lifts his sword in salute to the large snake, turning toward the Emir he calls out as he moves toward the despot. ”Hegh qabDaj ghopDu'” Ignoring the attacks from lesser men, He lifts his sword high, chopping at the Emir.
relevant spells in effect: Enlarge, Shield, Bless, Haste (from Alexei) Bardic Inspiration (from Algoral)
AC 23, move action, moves to the Emir’s side, giving up the AoO’s. Rage, Full attack: ”Blitzenjaeger” PA
[dice=attack]1d20 + 14 for [dice=damage]3d6 + 1 + 10 + 6 + 2 [dice=electrical]1d6
** spoiler omitted **
Blitzenjaeger rends open the Emir's right shoulder, eliciting a tiger-like growl of pain!
GRRRRR!!!
The Ogon Fox wrote: "Have a taste of lightning, yourself, you vile man..."
The Ogon Fox throws two electric mystic bolts at the Emir from range! Swift action--arcane strike. Full-attack action--one attack plus a 2nd attack granted by haste.
[dice=Ranged Touch #1]1d20+9+1+2 normal mod + haste + inspired courage
[dice=Damage #1]1d6+1+2+2 normal 1d6+1 + arcane strike + inspired courage
[dice=Ranged Touch #2]1d20+9+1+2
[dice=Damage #2]1d6+1+2+2
AAAAHHH!!! roars the Emir as Fox's lightning strikes him twice! Down 20 damage!
ROUND 1:
As if reading Cobra Johann's mind, the evil Emir decides to give the shapeshifter his third electric shock that day, hurling a lightning bolt at Johann!
7d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1, 6, 6, 6, 1) = 29 electricity damage, or half that with a successful DC 16 Reflex save...
FULGORIS!! shouts the emir, forking his fingers at Johann...
*BZZZAAAAPPP!!!*
ROUND 1:
Reflex save vs DC 16 fireball 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20 succeeds, takes half or 8 fire damage.
The Emir tries to use the behir's huge coils as cover against the witch's fireball...
In Arabic: SILENCE, ALL OF YOU!! Still your tongues and stay vigilant! If enemies come through those doors, attack them on sight!
Emir Al'Haaq steps down off the dais upon which his throne is raised and watches the double doors at the opposite end of the chamber like a hawk...
Boombada the behir wrote: From its spacious lair beneath the Arena of Death, in the dungeon beneath the Emir of Marrakech's palace, the behir Boombada, terror of the Moroccan Desert, slithers up a broad stairway to the ground level of the palace, and into the Emir's throne room...
In Arabic: Why have you called me up here, Emir Al'Haaq!?
In Arabic: I fear that the palace might be under attack by formidable foes! Perhaps the assassin failed to deliver my revenge upon the Desert Jackals and the slaves that escaped, and they have returned to strike back at me!
Summon the behir Boombada from the Arena! commands Emir Al'Haaq...
What!? An archangel!? Why?? demands the Emir in growing alarm...
As the Crusaders of the Catacombs are arriving in the harem room on the second floor of the west wing of the palace, down in the throne room, the wicked Emir Al'Haaq of Marrakech, slavelord and master of the bloodsoaked Arena of Death, becomes aware of a commotion outside his palace when terrified gaurds rush into the throne room, shouting something about a fiery-winged angel flying away from the palace into the heavens! Much troubled by this sudden interruption of his brooding, and already growing more worried each hour past the expected return of the expensive dark elf assassin he'd sent to eliminate the Desert Jackals and his escaped slaves, Emir Al'Haaq rises swiftly from the throne and draws his magical scimitar...
In Arabic: Where is my vizier and his blasted efreeti when they are needed!?
I shall send for my soothsayer... and yes, I know a few names...
Yes, yes, of course... Let us get to the business of your targets... They are escaped slaves—gladiators and harem girls. They revolted, and I suspect that they will strike against me, so I want to strike them first!
I... Ididn’t see you... at first... Er, thank you for coming! I have heard the many tales of your... efficiency... and am prepared to meet your considerable fee... I have always been accustomed to negotiating a... a fair price... but I understand that your terms are non negotiable, Mister Spinner?
Meanwhile, in Marrakech...
The Emir of Marrakech paces impatiently in his throne room, glancing frequently at the main entrance, before he finally noticed the slender, black-clad, dark elf contract killer in the corner... Startled, he clutches his chest and gasps!
In Arabic: *GASP!!*... Allah preserve me!... You nearly stopped my heart!... How... When did you come in, Mister Spinner!?
HAHAHAHAHAA!! My champion Boombada is giving them the shock of their lives, aye!? HAHAHAHAHAAA!! He has a very shocking voice!! Hahaha!!
Emir Al’Haaq is watching Boombada toy with the four gladiators before going for the kill... The din of the crowd of sheikhs and palace guards gathered to watch the bloody spectacle might drown out the roar of the garden tiger and the screams of terrified harem girls...
Perception check vs DC 25...1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 fails...
In fact, it does, to Al’Haaq... He hears not the sounds of rebellion outside his palace from the underground Blood Pit of Marrakech...
The emir is flanked by a pair of dervishes armed with scimitars, and has a very self satisfied expression on his tan face... He grins like a fox at the henhouse...
In Arabic, he addresses you: Welcome to Marrakech, Crusader spies! How are you liking our country so far? Hahahaha... Yes... We know why you are here... We have the benefit of ancient divination magic, and djinn minions who alert us to such charades well in advance, my pale and arrogant friends! Hahahaha!! Ah, the looks on your faces is as priceless as the Tear of Poseidon, shed when Atlantis was sunk beneath the waves!
As he says this, he flaunts a large, flawless aquamarine gemstone of the finest cut and clearest water, inset in his white turban...
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