Oso ducks below his shield and it takes the spiders fangs.
This is the last straw, with a savage roar, Oso smashes down his sword at the creature.
He then steps back five foot to give the others a firing line.
Malleon leans over the edge and fires arrows as quickly as possible now that Oso has cleared his line of fire.
I'm down to 38 arrows now
Oso swings wildly at the 8-legged monstrosity, missing but forcing into line of sight for Malleon. In rapid succession, the young warrior blasts out two arrows, one snapping into the hard earth a mere inch from Oso, but the other striking true deep into the back of the poisonous beast. The beast thrashes in pain, jostling the corpse from which spills another horrid sight . . .a swarm of spiders.
Chalen's go.
“This has gone on long enough; I’m not stepping foot in that hellish hole to get my lamp back. You’re bringing it up here, Oso.”
"Sorry about this," Chalen murmurs, and then begins a progression of arcane gesticulations accompanied by lilting, almost melodic words.
Abruptly, a scintillating riot of colored light bursts forth from Chalen’s outstretched hand, the light arcing into a cone shape as it closes on the spider swarm.
“After all, what has more eyes than a spider?”
The angry barbarian takes a moment to glance back up at Chalen. It is a look of hatred and savage anger. His eyes are almost blood red with violence.
Then he looks back at the spiders.
The angry barbarian takes a moment to glance back up at Chalen. It is a look of hatred and savage anger. His eyes are almost blood red with violence.
Then he looks back at the spiders.
A burst of colors streams from Chalen's outstretched hands. Oso is nearly blinded but shields his eyes in time, the spiders seem unaffected.
Bobek hesitates, startled by the extreme violence that has transformed Oso's demeanor, and by the arcane fireworks shooting from Chalen's hand. Then regaining his composure, looses another arrow at the Monstrous Spider.
Bobek is clearly distracted by the burst of color. His arrow does not even clear the cellar entrance and instead sticks into the trapdoor jam.
Louinor looks down through the trap door at the thousands of spiders swarming towards Oso. With her holy symbol in one hand and her morningstar in the other she virtually jumps down the hole using the ladder to slow her fall. She quickly moves to Oso guarding his flank and starts smashing and stomping on anything that moves.
The priestess of Desna jumps down the cellar and lands a thunderous blow on the largest spider threatening Oso. It convulses and dies. However, thousands of much smaller spiders take its place, already beginning to crawl up the adventurer's legs.
"%$#^%!, %^*&$#!" Malleon swears under his breath as he drops his bow beside him. (Not in the pit).
"Get out of there!" Malleon yells as Louinor and Oso as he tries to quickly light a torch with his flint and stee;.
The swarm crawls over both Louinor and Oso; a hundred biting, crawling, grasping spiders rend your skin and blanket your body.
Chalen's go.
"The lamp! Oso, throw my lamp on them!"
Against all better judgment, Chalen heads into the basement and takes up the lamp, ready to throw it on the swarm and his new friends.
The priestess of Desna jumps down the cellar and lands a thunderous blow on the largest spider threatening Oso. It convulses and dies. However, thousands of much smaller spiders take its place, already beginning to crawl up the adventurer's legs.
Fort save vs str dam roll 2+6=8, Fort save vs nausea roll 19+6=25
With the spider slain by Louinor, Oso is briefly lost in rage at the lack of a monster. He drops his sword. Then he grabs the lantern off the mage and smashes it on the largest part of the swarm.
More angry now he feels weaker, the barbarian lets out a roar of frustration.
The priestess of Desna jumps down the cellar and lands a thunderous blow on the largest spider threatening Oso. It convulses and dies. However, thousands of much smaller spiders take its place, already beginning to crawl up the adventurer's legs.
Fort save vs str dam roll 2+6=8, Fort save vs nausea roll 19+6=25
With the spider slain by Louinor, Oso is briefly lost in rage at the lack of a monster. He drops his sword. Then he grabs the lantern off the mage and smashes it on the largest part of the swarm.
More angry now he feels weaker, the barbarian lets out a roar of frustration.
Chalen scurries down the ladder and swipes the lamp. He feels spiders underfoot with every step. As soon as he has grabbed the lantern, Oso moves the sorcerer back towards the ladder with a powerful swipe of his arm; he also snags the lamp, twirls it and smashes it against the the swarm at his feet. The lamp fire douses and burns a decent number of the spidery beasts.
Bobek will set aside his bow, withdraw a torch and light it.
Louinor swats at the spiders as the bite at her and soon her blood burns with the spiders poison. Maybe this wasn't a very good idea she thinks to her self.
Louinors frantic movements manage to keep the spiders out of most of her cloths and she finally reaches back and grabs a torch. She thrusts the torch into the flames from the broken lantern setting it alight.
Louinor swats at the spiders as the bite at her and soon her blood burns with the spiders poison. Maybe this wasn't a very good idea she thinks to her self.
Louinors frantic movements manage to keep the spiders out of most of her cloths and she finally reaches back and grabs a torch. She thrusts the torch into the flames from the broken lantern setting it alight.
All right, Oso's go.
By you I meant Louinor for clarification.
Oso grabs at the mage and his back pack and quickly rifles it for oil. He finds none and staggers across the room to the woman's body in a haze of swarming spiders. As he goes he struggles to focus his anger and still search for that cursed oil.
With a burning torch in either hand, Malleon jumps down into the hole
"Argh! I hate bugs! Get out!"
Malleon crouches and swings both torches in short horizontal arcs through the swarms, attempting to drive off the spiders with the flames.
The cellar is absolute chaos. Spiders crawl over everything. Oso scrambles towards the back of the cellar looking for something useful, while Malleon jumps down into the cellar swinging two torches wildly at the horde of insects. Bobek stays up top wondering what to do. Both Louinor and Chalen feel the stinging bites of the arachnids more than anyone else . . .
Initiative has been slightly changed -
Chalen
DM
Bobek
Louinor
Oso
Malleon
Swarm
Chalen's go . . .
Ok, made two Fort rolls at some random roller for 15 (14+1) and 11 (10+1).
Chalen removes the pint of lamp oil from his pack and begins to shower the spiders with it.
Bobek stifles a chuckle at the unusual sight unfolding beneath him. Then, as he sees Chalen sloshing oil around in the tight space packed with people and torches, he recalls the lessons taught to him by the druids of the forest: "Careful with that flame, stranger! Fire can be a good friend or a savage foe!"
His scout instincts kicking in, Bobek spins to survey the surrounding area for danger, and to check on the little girl.
Chalen covers the spiders swarming over him and Louinor with a vial of oil, even as they crawl into his backpack, robes, and hair . . . if someone can light the oil . . .
Bobek actually begins to chuckle, but a noise gathers his attention. He casts his gaze back to Jeva . . .only to discover a hideous sight. THe young girls face is bulging, sprouts of hair erupting from her pallid and flesh. Her arms seem disjointed and elongated, in a matter of seconds (horrific seconds for Bobek) the young girl has fully erupted into a vicious, snarling werewolf. Her yellow dress hangs from her in tatters a mockery of the innocent child she appeared to be . . .she darts forward standing next to Bobek poised for a strike . . . her fetid breath washes over the scout who almost trips over the bow at his feet.
A shudder runs through Louinor's body as the spiders start crawling under her cloths.
"We need to get out of here."
Louinor takes her torch and thrusts it in the oil soaked spiders.
Flames flare up around Louinor and crawl up her cloths and she hisses in pain as it burns her legs.
Louinor drops the torch. Hungry flames spread out as the torch touches the oil covered swarm .
Many of the spider's shrivel and ignite, but a fair number of the relentless beasts press on their fangs and mandibles still seeking purchase on the flesh of the heroes.
The worst of Oso's rage leaves him briefly, and he quickly tries to assess what is going on.
Seeing the monster up above through the trapdoor as the real threat, Oso shouts at the others, "Get out, leave the spiders, Bobek is in real danger. Look up!"
With that Oso sweeps up the pair of silver daggers in his pawlike fist.
Oso spots Bobek and the werewolf. Things start to make a bit of sense, as he grabs the silver daggers, better understanding their purpose now. Chalen and Louinor are still blanketed in spiders. Things look grim for our heroes.
Bobek will holler (out of turn) at the top of his lungs, "Forget them spiders, we got some REAL trouble up here! That little girl wants to EAT ME!!!"
Malleon will grab a silver dagger from Oso, and then quickly try to climb the ladder and tumble away from the opening, drawing the monster's attention.
"I officially hate it in here!”
Chalen flails about, shaking as many spiders off as he can, and charges up the stairs as fast and as far as he can go.
“Oh, and you owe me a lamp..."
Malleon swipes the offered silver dagger from Oso and hurtles his athletic frame up the ladder and out into the crisp air of the fall morning. He darts around Bobek, and comes up on the side of Jeva in a flanking position. The silver dagger sits steady in his hand, the dangerous weapon elicits a snarl from the werewolf; the action reveals vile fangs and a cold, cruel, intelligence in the werewolf's eyes.
The swarm continues its ravenous savaging of the priestess and sorcerer, the stings now so numerous it is impossible to tell where one stops and another begins.
Chalen, singed and bitten to exruciating effect clambers up the ladder and despite his haggard state actually pines for his lamp.