"Defiler! Die time!" Skarsnikt hisses in disgust as the undead rise and bolts after the templar.
"Gittim, me boyo!!! Hrrmm..."
Holdrus charges forward, but the skeletons close ranks, attempting to prevent him from moving forward (Strength check 1d20+3=20). Shenker darts forward and stabs one of the skeletons, but his blade passes into the open ribcage of the undead ineffectually. Taking advantage of Holdrus’ lead, Skarsnikt cartwheels through the trio and lands before the door taken by the Templar. Peering inside the humid room, the mantis man can see a stone tiled chamber dominated by a large pool in the shape of a sun, bas-relief rays extending to the walls around it. The templar wheels around from studying the runes of the door at your scuffling approach and again reaches for his holy symbol.
From the foyer, the "bluff" group can see the second half of the party passing the end of the hallway stretching out before them. They appear to be in quite a rush, and Issiki is riding one of the Kreen. Stepping outside briefly, Kha-Chik takes to the air, reporting that the nobles that can flee have done so, and there does not appear to be any response from the city guard, oddly enough. The strange shimmering you witnessed outside Tik’s place appears to be present here as well.
Seeing the templar reaching for the source of his magical power, Skarsnikt decides to interrupt any further spellcasting. With a loud screech, he charges the human.
Seeing the result of Zuko's holy flames on the skeletons, Faindriac arches an eyebrow. "Perhaps the application of a little more force,.."
The air in front of Faindriac shimmers once more, and bursts into fiery missiles, one for each remaining skeleton, which streak across the room, dodging friends and furniture to burst in a shower of sparks and cinders upon the undead menaces.
Fiery missiles damage to skeletons: (3d6 3=14, 3d6 3=19, 3d6 3=15, 3d6 3=15)
Radik waits several minutes for the melee to exit the building. Growing impatient, he decides to follow the burning-meat smell. He ascends the stairs, opening the door.
Kirrish is going to follow Skarsnikt after the Templar. Bros before skele-hoes and all that. I'll take whatever attacks of opportunity come my way, if it happens before Zuko turns them.
"Suggestion: Little wet lander can get down, little wet lander want. This one get the techkklar with clutch-Kreen."
He ascends the stairs, opening the door.
Learning disability.
Still guarding the front door, scanning the street.
The halo of flames surrounding Zuko shift from ginger to viridian, and tongues of fire reach out hungrily for the undead across the room, leaving no heat in their wake. Each of the skeletons touched by the unnatural fingers of flame immediately release their grip on Holdrus and pull back, retreating towards the far end of the hall. Taking advantage of the space provided by their withdrawal, Faindrac launches a barrage of fiery missiles down upon the abominations, blowing them apart and leaving little behind except slivers of blackened bone.
In the normally tranquil pool room, the templar snarls and holds high his symbol of office. Opening his mouth far wider than should be possible, he screams the name of his patron, creating a shockwave of dissonance so loud blood trickles from your ears (Sound Burst (1d8=8)).
As the templar scream hits Skarsnikt, the kreen flinches back in shock. It only lasts for a split second, though; rearing back up, he screeches back at the templar - and pounces.
He ascends the stairs, opening the door.
Holdrus rushes into the room where the templar headed and double moves across the room, blocking the exit doors. If Skar grapples the Templar Holdrus will attack the templar next round, but his main focus is to not allow escape.
Radik, hearing the double concussions of Zuko's and the Templar's attacks, sprints with preturnatural speed down the hallway, stopping at the center of the intersection, looking for the source of the proclamation of Dregoth's name.
Having utter confidence in his friends, Aso, whistling, begins searching the desk.
UT Search: 1d20=9
save r9
"~~mother~~"
Marada stands actioned posed and ready to strike!
Zuko then draws his falchion and prepares to wade into combat with the templar and his remaining undead minions.
"Templar! Prepare to be cleansed by fire!"
Ka-Chik-Chik-Ka
HoldrusZuko
Shrenker
Aso
Radik
Skarsnikt
Kirrish-Kreshk-Skiklik
Faindrac
Issiki
MalaKi
Marada Bhelu'Ara
Having utter confidence in his friends, Aso, whistling, begins searching the desk.
You locate a small pile of notes written in an unusual, crawling script you do not recognize, and a small wooden coffer (locked).
save r9"~~mother~~"
Zuko then draws his falchion and prepares to wade into combat with the templar and his remaining undead minions.
Radik charges down the center of the hallway only to be battered to the floor as the set of double doors fly open explosively, hardened skin the only thing saving his nose from being pulped. Hot air blasts into the hallway followed by a cloud of steam as a quintet of striking women roll into the passage. They wear little in the way of clothing, but psychic armor shimmers in waves around their svelte curves, and each wields a steel dagger with uncanny skill. Three of the women brandish daggers of jet-black, and these they throw into the party mid-roll with abandon, while the remaining ladies close ranks to protect the now seemingly unarmed women.
Attack Rolls (1d20+6=26, 1d20+6=17, 1d20+6=18)
Dagger Damage (1d4+1=2, 1d4+1=4, 1d4+1=4)
The daggers spin so rapidly they appear as solid black discs arcing through the air, slamming into Faindrac , Holdrus , and Shenker . Though Holdrus and Shenker take nasty slashes to the arm and midsection, respectively, Faindrac suffers the brunt of the assault, as the final dagger pierces his cheek, cutting into his mouth and tongue .
Marada slinks along the wall and prepares to flank these byotches!
Who's turn is it? Where are we on the initiative? Did I get to do my last posted act of moving past the Templar and blocking his egress in room F3?
Who's turn is it? Where are we on the initiative?
Did I get to do my last posted act of moving past the Templar and blocking his egress in room F3?
I'm gonna stab one of those b+$+%es.
r17+4=21 puchik dmg 3
(if two okay)
r5+3=8 bonedagger dmg 1
"WOOHOO! S..s..scrappins!"
Let's gettem, boys!!! They mate me bleeding my own blood! NOBODY mates me bleed my own blood! Hrrmmm....
Zuko ignores the insane women and goes after the templar.
Faindriac doubles over, clutching his face.
'FAIN! Are you?!'
Save your concern Cair, I require only,...'
He raises his head, his damaged cheek bleeding, his eyes wide with fury and glowing with internal power.
'TARGETS!'
"Feel the fury of a TRUE master, Wannabe's of the Way!" He screams, spitting blood, his anger palpable force in the air. IN a heartbeat the air before him shimmers once again, and 5 pale white missiles form and race down the hallway, dodging friend and customer alike, each relentlessly targeting one of the dangerous females.
Faindriac's damage with missiles: (3d6 3=17, 3d6 3=9, 3d6 3=13, 3d6 3=15, 3d6 3=10)
WAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Kirrish is going to head after the Templar on his turn, moving 40 feet to the space adjacent to the Templar on the right side of the pool. He will then take one attack, with a claw.
if there is an enemy for my character to attack; let me know by name because I am a bit confused; she has an arrow nocked and is on guard making sure we can get out of this enclosed and confined enviroment.
MalaKi stays in the entry room. He takes a position against the wall next to the corridor. He then readies an action to attack any opponent fleeing towards the front door. Taking an occasional peek down the hall, he does his best to remain out of sight.
...one missile per female...
=)
I agree.
Radik springs back to his feet, snarling. He swings his club, attempting to damage, but not kill one of the dagger-throwing wenches.
Shoots at an enemy
18+9; 27; have no idea the rate of fire in this edition or damage; you can roll it for me (gm)
13; if another roll is needed.
Holdrus moves to flank the Templar and swings with Scirocco. 1d20+8=20(22with flank), 1d6+4=10+sneak attack 2d6=6 =16 damage.
"Scirocco, any sign of your brethren?"