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Quirk continues to harass the scythe-wielder. He flies towards the flank and unleash a bolt from his crossbow. A metal thud can be heard as the bolt strike the scythe-wielder.
Drint throws his spear at the scythe wielder blunt head first. Miraculously, it strikes the head.
From Quince’s outstretched hand a luminous dagger unerringly flies to strike the scythe-wielder’s back. A hiss of pain can be heard and a muttered curse, “Damn you!”
Fjyndel continues to minister to Grendel who appears to be responding splendidly.
A long drawn out prayer issues from Coralee, as she invokes her deity’s favor.
The scythe-wielder continues her retreat.
Girther follows.
Seeing that Grendel is going to be okay for the next minutes, Fjyndel grabs his club and shield, running up behind the strange unknown one, that nearly killed Grendel.
"Wow, she's evil and tough! Don't let her get away!"
Quince again hurls another magic missile at the woman.
Coralee sees the woman try to run off and Arcane Syllables fill the air around her once more, as she points her finger at the mysterious woman.
Quirk flies after her to stay in reach and lets loose another volley from his crossbow.
Heh heh, sorry been busy on GitP forums.
Drint grabs his dagger and runs after the others, though not attacking yet. He cries, "Ssssurrender! You are alone, wounded, and outnumbered. You have done terrible things here and musssst pay for them. The punishment may be lessssened only if you sssstop now and explain yoursssself, otherwise death issss you only option."
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Init Order
Quirk 24
Drint 21
Quince 21
Fjyndel 13
Coralee 8
Scythe-Wielder 6
Girther 2
Quirk fires a bolt. It bounces off the woman's metallic armor.
Drint runs after the woman, demanding that she surrender. "Ssssurrender! You are alone, wounded, and outnumbered. You have done terrible things here and musssst pay for them. The punishment may be lessssened only if you sssstop now and explain yoursssself, otherwise death issss you only option."
Quince and Coralee both hurls mystical bolts at the retreating enemy. Both of you are unsure if the woman was hit. The question: is she already beyond the range of the mystical bolt springs to mind.
Fjyndel, accompanied by Grendel, joins the chase after the scythe-wielder.
The scythe-wielder disappears from sight behind some bush.
Girther notices the swaying bushes and points, "That's where she went!"
Everyone Except Girther Perception Check DC 10
"There! She's in the bushes!" Quince runs after the woman, muttering a quick prayer to Desna for luck.
Perception of Fjyndel (1d20+3=10)
Perception of Grendel (1d20+5=18)
Fjyndel and Grendel follow the black woman, running aggressively, though Grendel does not run ahead.
Girther charges onward like an avalanche…a very slow avalanche.
Coralee tries to follow where the woman went and is finally rewarded when Quince points out the swaying bushes.
"We have her on the run. Let's bring her to justice."
She races off after the others with her Starknife at the ready, activating her Speak with Animals ability and instructing the Celestial Badger to do the same.
Quirk flies a bit above the others and notices the swaying bush as he cuts the curve she is making. "Franuflen!!!" he cries out as he plunges after her.
Perception 15
Drint nervously follows, keeping close to Girther.
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Each of you emerge into a clearing from different directions. At the far end of clearing is a cliff and at its edge stands the scythe-wielder.
Sense Motive DC 15
She appears to be considering the issue of whether or not to chance the cliff.
The scythe-wielder notices you and she brandishes her weapon in a warding gesture. "Do not come any closer!" She hisses.
Slowly approaching the woman Fjyndel shouts back: "Give up! Your outnumbered and have nowhere to go left! Down with the scythe!"
Grendel stays next to his gnome, snarling at the black clothed woman.
"No! She killed my friends... kill her!!!"
Quirk makes ready to shoot another volley with his crossbow.
"We would not be any better than her then. On the other hand, what do we do with her? We can't take her with us, she would only slow us down. We can't leave her here. We can't split up to take her to Falcon's Hollow, as the forrest is dangerous enough..." Fjyndel thinks aloud.
Perception Fjyndel (1d20+3=16)
Perception Grendel (1d20+5=13)
Grendel growls loudly, a warning to everyone.
Fjyndel turns back to focus on the woman, keeping his eyes on her.
Sense Motive (1d20-1=18)
Perception (1d20+2=3)
"We don't take kindly to death gods here in Darkmoon Vale. Go ahead and jump. Are you that sure you have nothing to fear from death? That your god will take you and protect you from the fall?"
"No, woman, you started this. We will end it. Now. Tonight." Quince steps forward menacingly. Again. And again. Closer and closer.
Intimidate (to demoralize) (1d20+4=16)
Quirk flies a bit back to be out of reach of her, "She wants to get us all... as new sacrificial lambs... now!" and let's loose a bolt.
Failed Sense Motive. Made Spot.
Drint sighs. "Ssssurender! You are up againsssst a cliff!"
He turns to Quirk. "We don't know that she killed your friendssss. Surely the zombiessss did? Sssstop attacking and we'll figure out what to do after she's ssssurrendered."
Fjyndel keeps his eyes on the woman, stepping closer like Quince does, speaking to Quirk and Quince:
"Drint is right. We do not know for sure what she has done, appart from tearing my dog open and nearly murdering him. But even that might have been on accident."
That last sentence came out rather quiet, the gnome speaking more to himself.
" the time for your threats is over woman. We gave you the chance to surrender and you repeatedly attacked us. You have brought this onto yourself. I hope your god accepts you with open arms for you will be meeting her this night." With that Coralee throws the Starknife in her hand at the woman.
Attack Roll, throwing Starknife at Woman in Black. (1d20+3=10)
Damage. (1d3=2)
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Quirk and Coralee hurl missiles at the woman while Drint, Quince and Fjyndel attempt to reason and intimidate her at the same time.
Girther, finding violence to be language understood by this harridan, charges and lays her open with a vicious blow from his axe.
Blood can be seen flowing like a flood.
The woman struggles to breathe and utters one word, "Die!"
Black energy radiates from the scythe-wielder engulfing everyone.
Will Save DC 14
Success
Fail
Quirk and Coralee hurl missiles at the woman while Drint, Quince and Fjyndel attempt to reason and intimidate her at the same time.
Girther, finding violence to be language understood by this harridan, charges and lays her open with a vicious blow from his axe.
Blood can be seen flowing like a flood.
The woman struggles to breathe and utters one word, "Die!"
Black energy radiates from the scythe-wielder engulfing everyone.
Will Save DC 14
Success** spoiler omitted **
Fail** spoiler omitted **
1d20+0=7. This is where my luck ends...
Drint gasps and collapses.
"Uhh!" Quince grunts in pain.
That's it, he thinks. Live or die, she is going down...
Will Save for Fjyndel (1d20+6=18)
Will Save for Grendel (1d20+1=8)
Fjyndel winces in pain, nearly falling to the ground. Nearby Grendel whimpers and yelps, bending from the aches.
Quirk drops without further motion to the ground.
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Will Save for Fjyndel (1d20+6=18)
Will Save for Grendel (1d20+1=8)Fjyndel winces in pain, nearly falling to the ground. Nearby Grendel whimpers and yelps, bending from the aches.
Quirk drops without further motion to the ground.
After the pain lingers a bit, Fjyndel looks after the woman, who appearently fell over the edge of the cliff, then looks for Grendel and his companions. Seeing that his dog and the others are mostly close to death, he quickly attempts to take care of them, starting with Grendel, then going to Coralee (if necessary), then treating the nearest one who needs help.
Quince runs to the edge of the cliff, cursing, and searches for some sign of the vanished woman.
Coralee grunts as the black wave hits her, but soldiers on towards the woman and watches as she disappears near the cliff. She turns to see her companions and rushes to help those most grievously wounded.
Cure Light Wounds on Drint. (1d8+1=9)
Cure Light Wounds on Quirk. (1d8+1=5)
"It's OK, you're gonna be alright", she says to the two wounded, but then stops as Quirk's breathing returns to normal, but he remains unconscious.
"Fjyn, is there any way you can heal him some more, I am all out of healing power until morning and he is still unconscious", she says pointing to Quirk.
Girther sighs in relief as Fjyndel’s healing magic does its work. “I’ve heard about such things in my life, even seen the healing touch used on injured miners, but this is the first time I’ve felt it for myself.” He turns to the group and says, “I struck that witch with a blow that would have felled an ox. I don’t know who she is or why she is our enemy. I do know that she’s a terrible foe indeed.”