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Tartuk takes the bolt to his chest, is struck by a charging Casimir moments later and then is brutally cut down by a massive overhand blow from Malthir. The purple kobold dies with an unbelieving gasp on his face as he breathes his last... And this time, his crumpled body remains for all to see.
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Malthir's sword is plunged through the raven, and it lets out one last squawk as it expires. Tartuk hisses in fury as he appears beside Malthir, attacking him with a sickle twice in quick succession, his movements supernaturally fast. The image of Tartuk atop the bedroll fades away into nothingness, Tartuk's efforts at maintaining his illusion now gone.
That remains to be seen... comes a hissing reply from somewhere on the northern side of the cave, as seemingly responding to Casimir's taunts, Tartuk's form becomes visible, a vicious looking sickle in hand ready to strike and feet shuffling into position on the bedroll.
Kalev moves forward and stabs viciously into thin air. The malevolent chuckle returns, and with it speech- a voice most of the group recognise... Ruined my fun, didn't you, you filthy Tuskie... You stay put for now, i'll play with you later... the shaman's voice calls out tauntingly from somewhere else in the room. Ri... Ka... Sha... Hem... Spellcraft DC17:
Tartuk is intoning magical words to invoke a hideous laughter spell... Kalev's Will Save- Kalev falls to the ground in helpless, hysterical mirth, falling victim to a well known enchantment. The shuffling of feet as Tartuk moves somewhere else in the room can be heard, but is partially muffled by the sound of Die! Die, die, die! from a Raven that materialises in front of Fenna's eyes, pecking at her twice in quick succession with speed augmented by magic.
Kalev: You are prone and cannot take actions for 7 rounds.
Round 5 Initiative- Tartuk & Familiar- 23
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Tartuk suddenly appears in front of Fenna and Yelena, threatening them both with his sickle as he slashes at the Prophetess, narrowly missing her. The Raven seems to reveal its craven nature by rapidly fleeing via the north passageway. DM Only:
Fenna- (12 at night) Malthir- Yelena- Casimir-
Round 4 Initiative- Tartuk & Familiar- 23
The Raven doggedly pursues Fenna and continues to harass the Fey-kin, once again failing to do any real harm to her. At the same time, an unseen force lifts up Casimir's duelling sword and moves it twenty feet away from him. Raven miss
Tartuk takes a careful step away from the Greased area and Malthir (no AOO as he's not moving into difficult terrain), which still leaves him in melee with Sootscales. Sneering at the Chieftain, Tartuk arrogantly casts without taking measures to stop Sootscales attacking with his club- which once again glances off Tartuk's magical defences. Tartuk finishes his spellcasting and disappears from sight, cackling as he does so while Sootscales roars in frustration. Spellcraft DC17:
Invisibility. Sootscales AOO miss
Tartuk's remaining minion, slayer of Sir Edric Orlovsky, moves to stab at the still-prone Malthir, attacking with the devotion of a religious fanatic. His spear pierces Malthir's half-plate but the head gets caught in the armour, robbing the blow of most of the force and only bruising the warrior.
Tartuk grins as Malthir attempts to stand, whispering arcane words as his sickle flares with power. Miss
The Raven strikes at Fenna once more, but without the advantage of Invisibility only serves as a black mess of feathered irritation.
Sootscales moves to attack Tartuk, but slips in the Grease and narrowly misses with his club (had to edit this in, rolled with real dice so I didn't mess up all my descriptions that came after). Casimir moves to attack Tartuk, but his blade is blocked by an invisible force as solid as any shield or armour. Fenna wakes Edric (the Kobold with the spear raised overhead is on a delayed action) , and Malthir doggedly follows Tartuk, immediately falling over in his heavy armour. Although the Paladin falls over, his aim is true and he strikes Tartuk a stinging cut with his sword. Gritting his teeth against the pain of the blow, Tartuk manages to finish his spell. Concentration: Success
Casimir succumbs to the enchantment, as does the momentarily awake Edric. Malthir resists, and the Shaman sees that Malthir and Sootscales are still threatening him, and quickly casts again, being careful not to draw attacks as he does so. A wave of fear emanates from him towards Malthir. Barely passes defensive casting.
Spellcraft DC 17:
Cause Fear. Malthir:
DC16 Will save or become frightened. If you pass your shaken for the round. Having hesitated when his target momentarily woke up, Tartuks last kobold raises his spear and plunges it down into Edric's once-again sleeping form- piercing the brave knight's heart and killing him almost instantly.
Round 3 Initiative-
Round 2 Initiative- Tartuk & Familiar- 23
The Shaman Tartuk takes a careful step backwards into the greased area and keeps his footing, forcing Malthir to choose another target or follow Tartuk into the grease, and then the Shaman begins spellcasting once more. Spellcraft DC18:
Deep Slumber. From out of nowhere, a black Raven appears in front of Fenna, seemingly having appeared from the air itself. The Raven bites at the Gnome viciously, but its puny teeth provide more of a distraction and a discomfort than any real pain.
Edric and Mikmek are snoring happily. Casimir's up.
Sootscales leads you into another chamber, where a purple-skinned Kobold stands with his arms folded, two kobolds stood in front of him, spears pointed at the group. The walls of this cavern are decorated by a rickety wooden frame formed from clean-cut branches lashed together with gut and twine. Banners cut from two-foot-wide strips of old blankets and horsehides hang from floor to ceiling, covering much of the walls. The sloppily painted banners bear dozens of primitive icons and mystic symbols. A large cauldron filled with bubbling red liquid boils in the center of the room. So... Sootscales... The Kobold says menacingly- his deep and sinister voice belying his small form. You have brought these humans, their Infernal b&&%@ and their pet Gnome to face me... Tartuk chuckles. No words, traitor. Old Sharptooth shall tear you asunder. Leave this tribe now and never return, or I shall slay both you and your newfound allies...
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