As the big human snaps his bonds, Skarsnikt scrables out of his way. Deciding to do a flanking maneuver on the undead monster, he leaps out of the howdah and quickly skitters along the sand dune.
Since Shenker is searching the crispy lady, MalaKi will search the elf in the howdah.
I'm not sure what square that puts him in.
Faindriac observes the emergence of the elf with a scowl, and observes his casting and fading from view with a raised eyebrow. He then watches Maliki climb up to the tethered, fried former driver. "Please let me know if you require assistance." He says curtly. But it is painfully obvious that his attitude is bravado, and that he is standing only through sheer willpower.
He leans against the howdah, and closes his eyes, "Cair d'Niac! Where are you! Awaken you lazy hunk of stone! Your master commands it!"
POSITIONS:
Ka-chik at the howdah still until Vale says otherwise
Holdrus last seen by the flying elf, taking the Falchion from Aso
Shenker feeling up the burnt dead woman, search roll total 19... congrats, you found her boobies
Zuko G24 casting
Aso K15 caressing the sand beneath his feet, waiting for doom, made spot roll of 7 to find a way in, shouting to attract it
Malaki at the burnt elf, looking at it hungrily no doubt... ok, he's searching it
Skarsnikt F12 flanking
Kirrish H13 getting ready to do nasty bug stuff
Radik F19 looking very badass, feeling very sick
Illyen E17 going invisible and arousing the suspicions of everyone
Faindriac D19 hiding behind the howdaw calling for his pebble
Issiki baking away from Howdah and Mekillot 10 ft., thinking it may be prudent to run like hell
INITIATIVE:
I’m showing:
KaChik
Holdus
Shenker
Aso (searching the elf) / Zuko (casting a spell)
Malaki
Skarsnikt / Kirrish
Illeya / Radik
Faindrac
Issiki
Mekillot
A little bird told me that thing moves 40 so I'm gonna take a five foot step back off the road to J16 and hope it doesn't charge me. (Edit: cancel that, posted too late before G'mork's post below)
Round recap:
Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka, eager to stretch his wings after the protracted incarceration, plucks a piece of down and releases it into the wind. The spirit guardian of his homeland answers his plea, and Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka‘s talons sharpen and elongate subtly. Tired but powerful wings beat, propelling him into the air and giving him a commanding overview of the battlefield.
Holdrus consults with Aso briefly, then takes up the Blood Obsidian Falchion and stands ready to defend the impromptu shelter, corded muscles rippling across his scarred, uncovered form.
Shenker darts around to the front half of the broken Howdah, quickly riffling the dead Elf for possessions. Peeling aside charred layers fused flesh and clothing, he finds a large crystal of some sort (yellow-orange, smooth, and with a fairly recent but faint crack running down the length of it), a serviceable sling, and a cracked and ruined pouch of four smooth pebbles.
Aso, taking up his newfound dagger in one hand, runs to the rough trade road and begins to taunt the beast, whooping and waggling his genitals at it with his free hand.
Zuko scrambles away from the rest of the party, practically wetting himself in anticipation of the ecstasy of flame’s renewed embrace. Calling forth the power of his element, he hurls an aspect of fire at the beast, igniting the left eye socket and replacing the red glow of necromancy with an amber blaze of purification.
MalaKi, ever the patient warrior, waits for an advantageous opening before revealing his hand. While the battlefield takes shape, he moves to Shrenker’s side, reviewing the contents of the dangerous human’s rummaging.
After insuring his new colleague is free of his bonds, Skarsnikt prepares for the arrival of their erstwhile prison transport by assuming a more advantageous tactical position.
Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik, observing the other Kreen, instinctively moves in compliment to the party’s hasty battle plan. Wordlessly, he waits for the beast’s advance at the edge of the road, to the northwest of Aso.
Illyen, less drained than he initially appeared, extends his hands before him, palms down, drawing life from the sand; for even the driest wasteland contains life on a level which the sharpest eye cannot discern. Feeling the rush of life kindle his spell, he shunts the addictive flow of power with great difficulty, halting only just before committing irreparable damage to the land. With a word of power, he vanishes from sight.
Radik, full of piss and vinegar, explodes from his bonds; with the howdah at his back, he prepares to meet death standing up.
Faindriac converts thought to reality, armoring himself with an invisible mental field as strong as precious iron. Issuing a mental call to his psicrystal, he receives a weak reply. Though injured in the lightning strike, the autonomous fragment of his personality clings tenaciously to life. Faintly, Cair d'Niaf reports it is looking into the countenance of quite possibly the ugliest human you have ever seen.
Unsure of what to make of his new “companions,“ Issiki girds himself with a shield of defensive cerebral force and tactically retreats to get a better grasp on the situation.
A creature of immense size and power in life, in undeath the Mekillot is no less imposing, though perhaps a measure less stubborn. A thickset, thirty-five foot long lizard with twin curling horns atop its head, and saw-toothed jaws like a vice of stone, the unfeeling beast barely registers the flare smoldering away in its skull.
Hollowed out and stripped down for cargo transportation, the creature moves faster than you would anticipate. With an empty roar, the beast charges Aso down, intent on beating the insipid gnat into paste.
The massive mound of dead flesh connects solidly with Aso, and the snap of broken ribs is audible even as far away as the Howdah .
Failure:
New Round Initiative:
KaChik (H13)
Holdus (F18)
Zuko (G24)
Shrenker (H20)
Aso (K15, possibly K17)
Illyen (E17)
Radik (F19)
Faindrac (E19)
MalaKi (H19)
Mekillot (L14ish)
"Should have zagged" Aso thinks as a fountain of blood sprays out of his mouth--flying through the air seems to last forever. At least the sand is soft and there are no bars behind him.
Aso is angry. Very, very angry.
he should be after Holdrus.
MalaKi, ever the patient warrior, waits for an advantageous opening before revealing his hand. While the battlefield takes shape, he moves to Shrenker’s side, reviewing the contents of the dangerous human’s rummaging. (If you like, you may pick up an item this round).
MalaKi shouts, “Can anyone use this?!” while picking up and holding up the sling. He is addressing Issiki and Faindriac.
Issiki hears one of the humans shout about using something but is too far away to catch it.
On his init, for the second round, in K-17:
Aso stands up , resumes his screeching, and pulls apart his butt cheeks at the beast. He gets ready to seriously dodge this time Time slows down. He focuses in on the beast, his skin tingles. The red rage consumes him.
Kirrish will invoke his metaphysical claw ability.
And then moves over to K13 in the hopes of getting a full attack in next round. Hopefully that's not an attack of opportunity.
Aso is looking over the Mekillot in hopes of seeing damage from its previous fight, his enraged mind wanders as he imagines smashing it into dust.
Aso is looking over the Mekillot in hopes of seeing damage from its previous fight.
Holdrus steps in and swings with the Blood Obsidian Falchion, hoping to score a good hit on the beast. To hit=11, damage=9.
"Halfling are you still living!?!"
Kirrish yells the Thri-Kreen equivalent of "forever young!"
Kirrish clicks loudly and squirts the smell of roses into the air.
So anyway, seeing his halfling buddy go flying, Holdrus charges the beastie.
Issiki watches as the undead horror smashes his fellow halfling into the ground. How can he be alive? He must have the beast-rage upon him..
He moves as fast as he can to try to get round the mekillot.
MalaKi shouts, “Can anyone use this?!” while picking up and holding up the sling. He is addressing Issiki and Faindriac.
Faindriac glances over at the ugly human, who is holding out what appears to be a sling towards him. "My mind is my weapon scarred one. I only require my psicrystal, and I, shall,... 'ugly human'?!?!"
Faindriac makes a 15 spot check.
Faindriac staggers, wide eyed, towards Maliki. "The crystal! It is mine! Give it to me! Gently!" He hisses emphatically. Taking a shuddering breath to regain a measure of self control, if not decorum, Faindriac looks the scarred warrior straight in the eyes and adds, "Please." Calmer, but no less intensely.
Despite his earlier request to be gentle, Faindriac all but snatches the yellow crystal from the warriors hand. He inspects it carefully. "You live Cair. Damaged, but reparable. It seems your stubbornness has served us both well this time." He looks back to Maliki, "Thank you." He nods as if to an equal. You get the impression that it is not something he does often. "Now observe the power of the mind as a weapon!"
With an undisguised grin of feral glee he turns to face the undead monstrosity bearing down on them. His eyes flare silver, and a pulse of energy flares into being and races towards the Mekilliot.
IF that spots the yellow crystal in his other hand
Should be sufficient.
Game speak, So, Move action next to Maliki, Free action spot, Free action chat, still have standard action for manifesting power?
"Ere I know right what to do with that sling you just found that I found."
Shoots a stone, 16 roll +3bab +1 dex=20;is there a minus for crowds like?
Damage 1d4=4 points woo hoo!!!!!
Aso continues his gyrations and genital waggling despite the depressing counterattack in progress before him. "Is that the b... b... b... est you can d... d... do? Y... y... y... shambling h... heap of k... k... kark food!"
Zuko keeps his distance from the undead beast. Though he makes sure that he is at most 120' feet away from it. A flame blazes around his hand to replace the one he hurled earlier. Zuko shouts, "Burn!" as he hurls another fiery missile against the undead beast.
Once any other person engages the enemy; I will fly in to attack the flank; cant charge while exhausted; so just regular half move of 45 and attack with natural attack; am pretty sure if I understand it right I am at +0 modifier; roll to hit; 16; 14, 8 if more than one needed; Please roll applicable damage for me and add flanking bonus; am pretty sure with a -6 str and adding in my spell; am at +0 damage.
is there a minus for crowds like?
I have two toddlers. Try me.
"Ere I know right what to do with that sling you just found that I found."
Shoots a stone, 16 roll +3bab +1 dex=20;is there a minus for crowds like?
Damage 1d4=4 points woo hoo!!!!!
Damn. -4 is a 16; I don't feel like that hit.
I lost my marble. Ha ha....
I don't feel like that hit.