Groaning inwardly at Grak's lack of martial prowess, Lureene races outside hoping to catch a glimpse of the flying witch. Angling herself somewhat northward as she runs out the door, she is just able to spot her scraggly head. Without delay, she snaps off a spell with her wand, hoping that it's enough to finish her off.
Three missiles streak forward towards her and Malikadna grunts in surprise as they collide... with her shield spell.
Grak does his best to follow his mistress' imperative. He snaps at the witch as she flies past and she seemingly pays him no heed. Flapping up after her, Grak gives it his all and clamps down on the witch's index finger, yet his weak jaws is unable to do more than crack her fingernail.
"Eeeh?"
Malikadna looks at the curious little creature and shakes him off. Frantically he tries to swat at her with his tail but it unable to connect.
Lureene:
Sssorry misssstressss, I bited her, she didn't bleed...
Priyya raises Skather on high to strike and calls out its true name. Yet even as she seeks to drive the blade home, she feels an overwhelming surge of vile energy emanate from the blade like the heartbeat of some fell creature from beyond the lower planes.
Unholy power scorches her hands and the blade falls from her insensate hands, a burning red eye now glaring up at her from the large star ruby mounted in its pommel. Beneath her, Priyya feels her legs go limp, just barely holding her up, unable to will her body to move.
With a shrill laugh, Malikadna rises into the air not noticing the flying serpent hovering above her.
Eric: AoO time for Grak. Justin: Priyya is stunned for the next 6 rounds.
Rolls:
Fort DC 25 (minor artifact) P 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 dmg 1d6 ⇒ 1 unholy stunned 1d10 ⇒ 6 rounds
A hp:26 = 26/26 k:13 = 13/13 D hp:42 = 42/58 L hp:41 = 41/41 g:20 = 20/20 M hp:57 = 57/57 t:42 = 42/42 P hp:11 - 1 = 10/36 Dex 14 - 1 = 13/14 delayed
With a look of utter loathing on her haggard face, Malikadna points at Darvesch and shrieks, "Haaaiiiryyy Raaa-aat!!! Aaah-ha-ha-haaa!!!"
Instantly, Darvesch drops his axe and look of surprise flashes across his face as his nose becomes pointed and his hair grows ever thicker. A moment later, there is the clatter of metal striking the ground as he shrinks to about the size of a small dog within his armor, a long hairless tail behind him and whiskers protruding from where his beard was a moment ago.
Well, better than an eel... Darvesch thinks ruefully, his mind still his own. It does occur to him that he's going to be in a bad way if he doesn't get away from the wasps though. Still, at least he can tell where the witch is if only because of the sweet smelling oils Alis coated her with. What is that, strawberries?
Her spell cast, Malikadna then points her staff at Priyya and another bolt of lighting shakes the village as it impacts her. The witch cackles loudly as she begins to take flight, yet her laughter is soon squelched when she witnesses that the bolt had little more effect than frying the wasps still clinging to the priestess' robes!
In Priyya's hands, the giant blade reverberates with anger, desiring to strike but finding its wielder perhaps too weak to properly fulfill its lust for vengeance. Or is she...?
Justin: AoO time buddy. Make it count!
Rolls:
Concentration 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
Fort DC 19 D 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 18 resistance, +2 spell/SLA
Will DC 19 D 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 20 resistance, spell/SLA
Realizing the deadly predicament she is in so close to the dwarven warrior and the zealous priestess, Malikadna cries out, "Come to meee-eee!!!"
From all around the village, there is the ground-shaking retort of many feet as giant, flesh-craving zombies, rush from the hiding places their creator put them in!
Even the one gazing hungrily at Lureene's generous curves snaps its head around, grunting in surprise at the call of its mother.
Next Up: Priyya, Wasps, Darvesch, 1-armed zombie, Alis, Malikadna, Spiders; Sasha, Lureene & Grak, Zombies
MAP: V - Giant Cannibal Village, (Round 100b)
Much to Malikadna's chagrin, the swarm of wasps bypasses Darvesch rather than attacking him as they move off to follow the warrior-priestess.
Hmm, now where did that lusty dancer go? Could it be Ieana failed to mention her?
The old witch casts her gaze southward, ignoring the dwarf for a moment as he fails to make it even a foot off the ground. Seeing no sign of the 10-ft-4 beauty, she turns her attention back to the dwarf.
A pity to waste a good opportunity like this...
Upon her silent command, a gibbering zombies races from around the north side with supernatural quickness and lashes out attempting to tackle him, yet it instead trips over Klorak's remains and falls prone. What is it with these guys fumbling around Darvesch?! O_o
Having nothing better to do until someone can throw him a rope or give him a boost, the heavily armored dwarf chocks up on his axe and buries it deep in the zombie's shoulder taking its left arm off!
Rolls:
Will DC 15 M 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 W 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Up on the roof, Malikadna laughs and hobbles forward to look over the edge, invisible to everyone save the tiny elven woman clinging silently just below the roof of the building. Seeing that the swarm of wasps she vomited are about to consume the meddling cleric just as the spiders are certain to end the winged-woman and her blood-thirsty companion, she takes notice of the dwarf running towards her location.
Hmm, and what does that one think he's doing eh?
She rubs her hands together snickering quietly to herself even as the wasps descend upon Klorak and Priyya, mindlessly seeking to sting and devour any flesh in their path. Yet when the cleric attempts to tumble away, she glowers in displeasure.
From above her and to the west, Priyya hears a maniacal cackle, yet it is cut short by a wretched gagging, followed by what sounds like someone vomiting. Yet that vile sound is soon drowned out by the angry noise of what sounds like a swarm of wasps heading straight towards her!
Looking up, she sees a dark cloud of the vermin pour over the edge of the roof to her west descending towards her like some hellspawned storm. They are still a good 15 feet above over, but she has little doubt they'll be upon her in only a few seconds!
Lureene:
You are just barely able to hear the witch cackling somewhere overhead when you hear Grak's voice in your head. Misssstressss, wassspsss! Sssomething on the rooftop belchesss wassspsss! The ssswarm for Priyya!
At Darvesch's appearance, Thaltaki shrieks in fright and races past the two giants. He then touches the deep wound on his back, and it is magically closed!
Priyya runs back inside, grabbing the corner of the wall as she makes a sharp turn. She makes it all the way to the first corner of the walkway when she sees a badly beaten dwarf wearing naught but a loincloth and carrying a bloody axe standing up ahead, face-to-face with Thaltaki.
Priyya raises her hand to unleash a burst of healing energy a moment before the black monkey sets its burning gaze upon the dwarf, but the rugged warrior easily resists the attack with so much as a singed whisker.
In alarm, the witch's familiar takes off running for the shattered door to the guardroom.
Jason: Feel free to take an AoO on the monkey if you so please. Eric: The sword is in Y26. Be sure to make a strength check if you try to pull it free of the hot coals.
Rolls:
Fort DC 17 D 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 2 = 23 spell/SLA
2d8 + 9 ⇒ (1, 6) + 9 = 16
A hp:11 = 11/26 D hp:5 + 15 = 20/58 L hp:41 = 41/41 P hp:11 + 15 = 26/36
Next Up: Giants, Giant Lizard; Darvesch, Alis, Aerys, Gelik, Jask, Lureene, Priyya, Malikadna & Thaltaki
MAP: V - Giant Cannibal Village, (Round 12d) Note: For some reason, it looks like image caching might have gotten re-enabled on the wiki. Click the round 12d link to ensure you are looking at the current version.
Upon seeing the winged woman hovering in the air to the south, the little black monkey shrieks in anger shaking its fists in the air. It then takes off racing into the walkway beneath where Lureene is flying and out of sight.
Priyya:
Something catches your gaze just north of you. Sticking up out of the bed of coals is a giant-sized gladius, point embedded in the ground. It appears to be of exceptional quality and is still waving from side to side as if it was just dropped there point-first from on-high. That must have been the metallic sound you head while giving Durgon the mighty boot.
Alarmed by the appearance of the thunder lizard, Thaltaki scurries away from it keeping the fire between itself and the beast. It then shifts its gaze to Priyya seeking to burn her with its gaze.
However, the desert-raised warrior priestess is unfazed by the attack, although she does notice the monkey's attempt to get her even more fired-up.
Rolls:
Fort Save DC 17 P 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Next Up: Darvesch; Alis, Klorak, Durgon & Vechus, Sasha, Aerys, Gelik, Jask, Lureene, Priyya, Malikadna, Giants, Giant Lizard, Skeletons
MAP: V - Giant Cannibal Village, (Round 11)
Malikadna shrieks in pain and fear at the stinging barb of the Surya-ka-Vahaak. She points at Priyya and shrieks, "KILL THE ROBED ONE!" as she dives out-of-sight on a beeline for a building on the far side of the trees to the south-east.
An explosive blast of arcane fire sends a plume of smoke rising into the stormy night sky. Even as Klorak and one of his aggressors flich from it, Malikadna recoils in surprise as it finishes off five members of her tribe and severely damages on of her skeletons.
Turning about, she notes the petulant succubus atop the western wall of the cannibal's compound. Thankfully, Aerys and the others are already hidden beneath the cover of foliage and obscured by that same wall.
Eyes narrowing, she shrieks, "I'LL GET YOU, PRETTY, AND YOUR LITTLE EEEEL TOO!"
Not inclined to go easy on her just because she is already falling into the bonfire, Thaltaki fixes his burning gaze upon Alis and scorches her yet further.
Rolls:
Fort Save DC 17 A 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 Reflex Save DC 17 A 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 evasion
A hp:24 - 10 - 1d6 ⇒ 24 - 10 - (3) = 11/26 burning gaze D hp:29 = 29/58 L hp:41 = 41/41 P hp:36 = 36/36
With a cry of indignation, Malikadna flies higher and centers herself over the bonfire before finally slipping free of Alis' grasp sending the surprised dancer falling towards the leaping flames!
Looking around, she spies the much shorter archer who injured her previously and attempts call down retribution from on-high.
Feeling the hair rise on her neck, Priyya presses herself up against the stone wall of the guardhouse trying to minimize her contact with the lightning bolt. Between her quick thinking and her celestial heritage, she is scarcely fazed.
With a snort of ire, Malikadna bides her time, high above the bonfire.
Rolls:
Grapple 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Reflex Saves P 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 half
call lightning 3d10 ⇒ (7, 8, 4) = 19 10
A hp:24 = 24/26 D hp:29 = 29/58 L hp:41 = 41/41 P hp:36 - 10 + 5 = 31/36 ER 5: shock
On the ground, Thaltaki stalks around the blazing bonfire and sets its burning gaze upon Alis. Instantly, she feels a gout of flame erupt around her!
Stifling a curse she snaps the fabric of her skirt over the flames smothering them before she can catch fire. The monkey simply bares its teeth in a savage smile intent upon reducing her to ash.
Rolls:
Fort Saves DC 17 A 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Reflex Saves DC 17 A 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
A hp:26 - 1d6 ⇒ 26 - (2) = 24/26 fire D hp:29 = 29/58 L hp:41 = 41/41 t:42 = 42/42 P hp:36 = 36/36
Upon hearing the continued screams of agony from within the walkway, Malikadna says darkly, "There is nothing wrong with the women, it is you who come to me seeking to cure your impotence. Yet there can be no cure for your incompetence!"
"VECHUS!" The hoary old hag casts her burning gaze at the giant exiting the guard room. "Protect those women with your life and they shall be yours! You will be the new chief!"
The black monkey on her shoulder leaps down, its eyes suddenly gleaming like hot coals. "Thaltaki, burn them!"
With that she flies up into the air above the fire, cackling madly. She begins chanting in a dark ancient tongue and overhead thick clouds gather with supernatural speed blotting out moons, rings, and stars.
She points a finger at Klorak at a searing bolt of lightning arcs down from on high. The quick-footed savage narrowly avoids the worst of the attack, but it still singes the arm that he throws up to shield his eyes.
Priyya decides to light-up Malikadna's life with a blazing lance of light that pushed the old witch nearly to the threshold of death's door!
In a panic, the old witch touches searing wound, closing it with magic then takes to the air again. She flies straight towards the source of the commotion: Alis. Drawing to within point-blank range, Malikadna extends a crooked finger at the nimble dancer and fires off a crackling ray of black energy!
Distracted as she is, Alis never sees the attack coming yet the aura of sacred chaos that surrounds her instead warps the bolt of energy around her like a scarf. The bolt strikes the giant standing just to the northeast of the giant-sized princess and the man falls to the ground as shriveled, ashen husk!
Enraged, the witch begins shrieking incoherently at the top of her lungs!
"FIIIEEENDSSS!!!" With a shriek of rage and fear, Malikadna leaps up into the air trying to get away from her assailants. She pays dearly for her retreat however as both Mal and Sasha lands hits on her as she flees ascends.
Glowering in anger at this affront, she points at Mal and screams, "EE-EEELL!!!"
Instantly, Mal falls to his knees clutching at his throat. His skin becomes dark and glossy, his mouth wide and he begins to shrink turning into a small snake-like creature — an eel! Immediately, he begins thrashing about unable to breathe out of water!
Cackling madly, she then drops out of sight on the other side of the wall!
"Out of the way, lout!" Malikadna hisses at the cook kneeling in front of the doorway. Perhaps only aware because the ugly old crone is standing before him, the giant man crawls to the side and stands up so that he can still watch the voluptuous vixen thru the dancing flames of the central fire.
"Hmmph!" she grunts casting an evil eye at the man's back in disdain. Looking up to the rooftops, she calls out, "Thaltaki COME!"
A moment later, a completely black monkey bounds down from the roof landing upon her shoulder. Nodding in approval, she speaks a few words of power and four globes of sickly green light spread out before her. At her silent command they enter the dark hallway beyond illuminating it in a disquieting glow.
Upon stepping up into the entrance, she immediately notices the open door in front of her and her beady eyes narrow. Miraculously, she fails to notice that Aerys is no longer on her spit and that she and the dwarf are pressed into the corner practically in plain sight. She steps forward thru the opening and onto the steps looking at where the dwarf should be.
"Gone?!" She looks closer and notices the charred remains of the thick ropes laying upon the ground. Turning around, she shouts, "KLOOORAAAK!!!" the sound of it more like a growl of anger than of alarm.
Yet in spite of her loud yelling, it seems that either no one hears her or at least pays any heed to her insistence. While still waiting to see if anyone answers her summons, the old witch casts her gaze about but fails to see Lureene thanks to the posts supporting the walkway's room just barely blocking her line-of-sight.
The rest of you (with the exception of Alis) can clearly tell where the witch is from the sound of her shouting.
Sitting alone at the edges of the festival, an ancient crone with stringy hair and jagged teeth slowly pushes herself back to her feet with her impossibly large and heavy-looking staff. Her back is bent with age, she begins to shuffle westward, pushing her way past two of the burly warriors in her way.
