As Etgar strikes Vithiz, the monster recoils and screams in frustration as its form is warped and drawn into the staff.
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Etgar, with the help of Agni, Don, and Kishokish manages to wrangle the staff from Vithiz. Vithiz resorts to his natural weapons and changes tactics from attacking the strongest to the most wounded. A whirlwind of claws slashes out at Agni.
Etgar again cannot get the staff from Vithiz. Vithis glances at Etgar and grunts with a snarl. He continues with Don.
A five foot step out of the web.
Retaining the staff, Vithiz continues with Don.
Etgar notices the staff move of its own accord as he attempts to disarm the wihsaak. Apparently Kishokish is aiding you in this regard. The wihsaak looks at the glove and smiles as Etgar uses his spear to disarm.
Vithiz beats its wings in a way that creates a maddening droning sound that numbs the mind as he moves forward and descends to the floor ready for combat.
A thought blasts into your head. It is not a language and it is not words, just an evil invasive thought. You know it to mean "You will die here, now." Vithiz calls up an unholy power upon you. You sense a cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness. You feel your life force being extinguished.
The wihsaak sahkil says something in a language none of you know. It remains 15 feet above the ground as it casts a spell.
Vithiz just laughs at Don's statement. |