Mel comes over to Hamar and checks his wounds. He lays a hand on his shoulder and a blue light courses down into the warrior’s torn body
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“How does that feel?”
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Slice Me Deeper, Tiny Dancer - Rd 1
23 Justin: Fire Wall
Mel runs up to another Golem and engages them, trying to tie her up so as to prevent coordination
Mel's force maces and his own mace slam into the slender golem with a flurry of crunching blows. Again there is a metal-on-metal sound along with the squelch of bruising flesh and metallic glints can be seen in the rents of the wounds he causes "These things ain't nothing nice!" He hollers as the golem he faces seems to recover from its head being slapped over at a 90 degree angle The dancers retaliate, force blades humming in the air. The two not engaged come swaying into Hamar, blades flashing. They move like mirror images of each other, flanking him and doing their best to distract him {Force dam}
{Force dam} -Dance of Blades
Slice Me Deeper, Tiny Dancer - Rd 1
23 Justin: Fire Wall
Mel frowns and shouts out "I have no earthly clue what the ever-loving donkey dong these things are! If they are golems, they are likely immune to level drains and magic though! use area stuff!" He takes a swat at the passing blur of golden fury (2d6 vs evil; undead will save DC14 or instadeath) His mace comes nowhere close. He curses loudly in what the party can only surmise is ancient Sueloise. He begins chanting. His Mace suddenly becomes five maces, the others hanging about him in a loose formation of floating steel
Mel clanks over to take a look “Yep. I concur with Ol’ bony here. Basically, ’Froggy went a spawning he did ride uhhuh’. These elder holdovers from whatever was going on prior to the multiverse are just … ew”
He might need the assistance of someone who is immune to necromantic energy thoI mean, sure, but she might need someone to calm her down first... One two three NOT IT!!
Mel looks thoughtful “I don’t think so. This doesn’t have that sort of … malevolence to it. Those lightning bolts are not good, but it’s more like elemental negativity. A sort of natural phenomenon “ He looks in on Alessia smashing up the room “I mean, you did kinda go sticking your d!ck in the meat grinder there “ The sun eye winks out for about 30 seconds, then sputters back
Mel comes over to Hamar “You look kinda roughed up there chief” Mel lays a glowing hand on Hamar’s shoulder. He immediately feels much better
Mel arrows towards Alessia, trying to help her break her fall
He misjudges his first pass terribly, and shoots by her without coming within 5 feet.
Perception 20 for those in the whirlwind: Spoiler: "PREPARE TO FLY IF YOU CAN! THIS THING WILL DROP THE SPELL ANY SECOND!
Mel yells as he is sucked into the air by the miniature tornado. It tumbles him about, the sound of his plate mail rattling together is like someone doing dishes with vigor
Mel lays a hand on Hamar’s shoulder. He can feel his aches and stings fading as the bruises on his skin lighten
Mel nods “It’s my specialty. I got your back”
He takes Justin up on his offer of a cleaning canttip. The filth drips off his armor in sheets “Thanks”
“Ahhh! It’s in my mouth! Gross!” He points his mace at the second ooze “Scr3w you, pally” A searing blue jet of force lances from him to strike the creature
Mel shakes his head. Memnon does that odd twirling motion “Our best bet is head for the wall and look for a green crevice. My two Greens”
Mel staggers at the blow then begins yelling something in a language that makes the party's ears hurt AKLO: Spoiler:
"I see you, rancid fecal liquid from a pretend god's anus! You have picked the wrong group to toy with this day! We shall see you stuffed back into your master's colon before the day is through!" The ooze holding Justin sprouts several mouths and begins talking in chorus in the same tongue AKLO: Spoiler: "Presumptuous appetizer. Decaying mortal stain on reality. How dare you insult us? Your flesh will be digested and become one with ours. We shall preserve your soul within us to relive that horror again and again until the stars fade from the sky. We are forever."
Mel and Manhayth also head down, Mel looking much better after getting his healing and restoration sorted. They take a look around, Mel frowning at the smell to the west “That smells an awful lot like those gods-be-dammed beetles. Keep your flames ready, Justin” He says grimly
"So is it safe to head on down or what?" Mel glances at Merle as he finishes up his self-healing. The ragged bloody scarab tunnels in his flesh have faded to pink dots on his seamed skin “Safe is a relative term. But we should keep the party together “ He begins climbing down, followed by Manhayth
Mel looks over at Justin. His face is haggard and vomit is crusted on his stubbly face “I’ll be OK. I’ve dealt with worse. I’m my own tourniquet. “ Mel pants as he climbs, spitting gobs of phlegm as he ascends “Those $&@&$$ing beetles took the wind out of me”
As the fire washes over the two, Hamar feels the beetles shrivel and crisp around him. They don’t seem to be trying as hard to burrow into his flesh. Mel screams out in pain, then yells ”The fire killed the ones in my skin!
"Burn me if you must Wizard!" the Barbarian roars. ”Agreed! Mel screams, vomit still dribbling from his mouth as he turns towards the ladder
Mel snorts laughter “Actually the opposite. We’re going to consecrate their little nest and make sure they don’t return”
Mel shivers “I would have hoped an ocean setting would be a bit warmer “ The temperature is indeed on the cool and damp side. Most of the land dwelling residents wear heavy clothing.
Mel shouts from the top “You fly folks want to help us down? Or should we start a card game?”
Mel takes stock of the situation and points his finger at the storm “AMSCRAY!”
The whirling magical mass remains in place “FAAAAAAAAARKKKKK!!” Mel yells angrily His mace attempts to strike within the maelstrom
Mel unlimbers his massive mace, its sun-shaped head glowing with a yellow light “Batter up” He says tersely (2d6 vs evil; undead will save DC14 or instadeath) (2d6 vs evil; undead will save DC14 or instadeath)
His foe collapses, its head staved in
Mel heads to Martin and puts his hands on the bruised paladin’s shoulders (multiply final amount by 1.5) He then gestures to everyone “We all have scrapes. I’ll god bomb us”
Mel intones a deep chanting spell. A column of dazzling fire laced with radiant shafts of energy washes down on the creature
Mel slaps Justin on the back "Here ya go, bud" (multiply final amount by 1.5)
Mel starts up his Spiritual Weapon
Mel shakes snow from his armor grumbling “Too many years fighting in the Lower Planes. Most of them are hot. “
Mel raises his holy symbol up high and a wave of healing magic washes over the party
Mel frowns “We’re headed your, Yeh’ll? Did we mark a path in the other pyramid? If the outside is swarming I can godbomb a path, but we’ll have to move fast. “ He looks over to Alessia “Hey, weird thought. If these ‘Walkers’ like life, maybe you could scout ahead and find us a path up? They probably won’t be interested in you if they are mindless “
Mel nods and raises his holy symbol a pulse of energy washes towards the stall.
[i]The moaning ceases and there is a *thud* sound.
Mel nods “Those Khaasta are common allies of the abyssal lords. Those lizardfolk have fiendish blood. I’d wager their leader is at least half tanar’ri with those wings. They wear Sess'innek‘s sigul” He points to a green clawed hand that is painted on the lizardfolk’s breastplates. “The Hidden Lord is a nasty power. Like as not they’re looking to raid Semuanya‘s Bog. That realm is close if I’m not mistaken “
Martin and Mel look around frowning
“Yeah this place is faker than a Bleaker’s smile. Even the air smells fake. There’s no tang to it. Where’s the smoke? The nightsoil?” He murmurs softly and jerks his head over towards the Tournament of Kings “But that bloodsucker in the corner looks awfully real. I don’t like that the only true thing we see is the thing we seek in another realm”
Mel relaxes “Apologies. I spent a lot of years fighting the Chaos side of the Blood War. Seeing so many Abyssal allies makes my hackles rise” He gestures at the two drow “We might as well sit with them. We can ask them for information and abyssal usually don’t Fnck with the Drow. The Spinner in Darkness isn’t a power to cross”
Mel mutters “A bit more evil too. I don’t like this place’s look” The burly cleric’s fingers rest on his mace’s haft. He scans the room in a nervous fashion
The deals are made, the items purchased, and the party leaves Snail Outfitters and heads back along Copperman’s Way towards the Lady’s Ward. They travel along that wide street, delving expertly through the packed throng. They enter Plague Court, and travel down Razorvine on Huddleston, passing quickly through the Nobles District. The Temple District looms up, and Justin sees the Temple of Iomedae ahead. It looks quiet, and he leads his party inside. He sees Martin working with several other clericy-looking folk. Mel looks about nodding in professional approval “Tight little kip this power has”
Mel grimaces “I’m not much of a war leader either. I’m a medic. I patch soldiers up and I can do some spell support when needed. I’m not a strategy guy. I do think we could maybe go a better job keeping the group together next time. I mean, we got lucky and Karrin has a helluva whallop, but we all should have dealt with one fight at a time. A couple bad swings and you could have had that witch on your backs and all of us left behind dead. “
The party isn't feeling all that great when a loud voice shouts behind them "SUNFATHER! HEAL THESE KNUCKLEHEADS, EVEN THOUGH THEY LEFT THEIR CLERIC BEHIND!"
He sends his spiritual weapon streaking out to hit the captain on Justin
The giant near Sophi sees Mel on the ground chanting and decides to make his life a bit more miserable. He throws two large rocks at the Cleric
Mel sees them coming and manages to dodge them. He points at the giant "Naughty!" Mel clenches his fist and shoots it towrds the giant. A huge glowing fist shoots out towards his flying foe
The fist swipes at the giant twice, landing a solid blow to his jaw
Mel starts chanting as his spiritual weapon attacks the giantess
The glowing weapon strikes the giantess sqaure in the head and just as she was swinging at Karrin, she tumbles out of the sky to land with a huge crash
Mel manages to make a graceful slide off of Anky as he rises into the air. He lands on his feet and continues his casting “Can anyone cast fly on me?”
Mel begins another prayer "Sunfather, I need more sticks to beat this donkey with!" Three glowing simulacra of his big mace suddenly appear around him. He strides forward to position himself close by the giant near him
Mel begins chanting before the party splits. He touches Karrin and says " May the Sunfather's rays strengthen you"
Mel looks at the group “Sound off if you’re injured. I can spot heal or pop a channel if enough people suffered injuries “
Mel points his mace at the distant creature and begins chanting. His entire body starts to glow with a bright light. FIAT LUX MAXIMUS! A blinding strobe of sunshine-bright energy bursts around the Xorn. Although Karrin has landed next to it, she feels nothing but a warm summery heat, like a pleasant day outside
The burst of energy blasts the Xorn off its perch, and it tumbles to the cave floor where it breaks apart into several chunks
A flurry of well-placed blows from Mel's big mace and his spiritual weapon smash the Xorn to flinders
Mel gestures and his spiritual weapon flies to attack the foe near him. He whirls his large mace towards the Xorn as well (2d6 vs evil; undead will save DC14 or instadeath)
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