Jessa reflexively casts her own favorite spell on the vicious-looking spider, hoping to keep it from harming Gyorgy.
"Bedezerine!" she calls out, hurling a confounding enchantment at the vermin.
"Eugen! Kenzo! Kill it quick!" she then urges.
Kenzo quickly thrusts, trying to skewer the spider with his sword.
I also charge and attack the little beastie:
attacking spider (1d20 +6 +2=23)
I also charge and attack the little beastie:
attacking spider (1d20 +6 +2=23)
As the group turns their attention towards the spider, they skewer it, burn it and kill it. The remains dissapear as quickly as they appeared, leaving behind only a sulphurous stench.
"Fools! You will die, one by one... for daring to intrude into the sanctity of this holy place."
The high pitched voice is close, though the speaker is likely still in the passage south. A subtle stench wafts into the room, as if the speaker also has really bad breath. The shout is followed by a series of strange words.
Spellcraft check... (1d20+8 = 24)
Perception check... (1d20+3 = 7)The high pitched voice is close, though the speaker is likely still in the passage south. A subtle stench wafts into the room, as if the speaker also has really bad breath. The shout is followed by a series of strange words.
"There! Somewhere down the passage!" Jessa warns. The young spellcaster then starts mumbling magical phrases of her own. "Desordre-desalle!" she cries, flinging her hand towards the passageway and willing the damp dirt and dust of the underground ruin to fly upward in an attempt to coat and mark their attacker.
Jessa:
spellcraft and perception (1d20 7=15, 1d20 2=13)
"Where is it?"
"Where is it?"
"Look out!" Jessa responds, "It's trying to break something with a spell!"
The rising dust from the floor and walls of the dungeon swirl momentarily around the passage. For a moment, each of the companions can see the outline of a tiny winged figure. It is enough to give you a target...
The rising dust from the floor and walls of the dungeon swirl momentarily around the passage. For a moment, each of the companions can see the outline of a tiny winged figure. It is enough to give you a target...
"There!" Jessa shouts to Gyorgy, pointing down the hallway.
Kenzo speeds toward the tiny target, and without appearing to slow down to even break his stride, he leaps through the air at the last minute, spinning his body to strike out with a crescent kick.
Stunning Kick (1d20=2+2=4, 1d6=2+1=3)
Though the creature's invisibility is partially negated by the swirling dust, its not enough and both Gyorgy and Kenzo manage to strike only the air.
"Jessa can you keep that dust in the air???" i yell as i run towards the empty space, thrusting with my weapon.
"gyaaarrggghh!"
"Jessa can you keep that dust in the air???" i yell as i run towards the empty space, thrusting with my weapon.
"I'll...umm...do what I can..." Jessa worries as she notices the dust is already settling and failing to permanently mark their quarry.
Eugen's attack grazes the unseen creature, but does not seem to either penetrate or hurt it.
The dust settles and again the creature is unseen, until...
In the blink of an eye, there it is, next to Eugen and Kenzo both. Though obviously female, it is just as obviously not even close to being human. Scaly skin, reminiscent of some lizard like creature, gray unkempt hair, black horns and hooved feet all suggest some more demonic origin.
"Fools," shrieks the being in her high raspy voice as she swoops down at Eugen, clawing and biting. Eugen can't help but appreciate how hideously bad her breath is.
Clawing and biting Eugen: (1d20+11=20, 1d20+11=17, 1d20+6=17)
damage: (1d3-1=2, 1d3-1=0, 1d4-1=0)
"Grab it, Kenzo! Help him, Eugen! Don't let it get away...or cast another spell!" Jessa cries out. For her own part she casts another spell, launching an icy ray at the tiny figure.
Jessa's ray of frost ranged touch attack into melee... (1d20+3-4 = 2 to hit, 1d3 = 1 damage)
But she looks crestfallen as it misses by a wide margin.
startled from the creature's attack, my next thrust is less focused:
divine fire (1d20+4=10, 1d6+1=2)
"Magazin, What do we have to do to her this terror?"
Even though he can see her, Eugen still can't seem to actually connect a solid blow with the elusive little hellion. Gyorgy also misses.
Blessed and cold-iron weapons would be best against this thing, other than that, just hit it hard and often, like Eugen usually does.
I touch Kenzo and give him a bit of luck.
"Blessed and cold-iron weapons would be best against this thing, other than that, just hit it hard and often, like Eugen usually does."
'Like Eugen?' Jessa thoughtfully frowns, 'None of us can land a blow that hard...and that's assuming we can even find it to do so!
"What about acid or magic?" Jessa calls out with a bit of worry evident in her voice, "Surely, this thing can't ignore injuries of that kind...right?"
Frustrated with the futility of striking the elusive creature, Kenzo focuses his ki and throws a desperate, straightforward punch.
Save: (1d20+5=23)
Kenzo manages to strike the creature, but his fist seems to do no harm to it. With a screech towards Kenzo, the winged demon twirls in mid-air and then dissappears from view.
"Quick. Is there any way we can trap it, or maybe lock it in a room?"
"Lock me in my own rooms!" screeches the thing's gravelly voice.
There is no doubt that it flew past Kenzo further down the hallway.
"Lock it up?" Jessa replies, "How? Where? We don't even know what's down here...much less how to capture it."
"Lock me in my own rooms!" screeches the thing's gravelly voice. There is no doubt that it flew past Kenzo further down the hallway.
"Tintecol!" Jessa targets the general area where the voice seems to emanate and intones another spell, hoping to mark the creature once again.
50% miss chance on attack (01-50 misses): (1d100=85)
The small bit of magical paint manages to clip the invisible flying creture, marking it just a bit.
You can see a bit of paint like substance flying around in the air just past Kenzo.
"Maybe we should get the heck out of Azlant?!"
I look around my fellows bewildered; "We can't see it, and when we do hit it, it doesn't flinch!"
"Maybe we should get the heck out of Azlant?!....We can't see it, and when we do hit it, it doesn't flinch!"
"Well, I haven't hit it yet," Jessa replies, "And I'm certain my magic can hurt it...if only we could catch it." She gestures up the hallway. "My real worry is that if we don't stop it, how many more of those monstrosities will she summon from that well? Can we afford to allow those things to venture into Sandpoint?"
Kenzo shows his frustration, and sweeps a wide arc with his sword, hoping to strike down the creature that taunts them.
Kenzo misses even as Gyorgy suggest running away.
"Ha! You'll never kill the favored of the mother! You fools shall pay with your very lives. Your souls shall feed my power!" The invisible flying demon with the paint spot showing shrieks in anger.
"Ha! You'll never kill the favored of the mother! You fools shall pay with your very lives. Your souls shall feed my power!" The invisible flying demon with the paint spot showing shrieks in anger.
Growing frustrated, Jessa yells out, "Would somebody please hit this thing?" She weaves her hands in a complex pattern and then launches another icy ray to back up her own demand. "Heladoviga!"
Jessa's ranged touch attack with ray of frost... (1d20+3 = 18 to hit, 1d3 = 1 cold damage)
Jessa's ray of frost hits something, presumeably the invisible foe, for the small female demon lets out a small surprised yelp.
Jessa's ray of frost hits something, presumeably the invisible foe, for the small female demon lets out a small surprised yelp.
"Hah! Take that, you smug little demon!" Jessa taunts with far more confidence than she should probably have at the moment.
"Hah! Take that, you smug little demon!" Jessa taunts with far more confidence than she should probably have at the moment.
oblivious to everybody else, i am mesmerized by the moving red speck. I charge it again: