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Bashad:
Not having any weapons that will allow her to attack the puwampis up above from here on the floor, Farasha heads towards and climbs up the ladder.
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SIghting carefully, Mus'ad tells himself to stay calm, and takes his time with his aim, before loosing his bolt at the nearest clear shot he has,...
Yes I think it should be pugwampi's turn .
Yes I think it should be pugwampi's turn .
Up on the balcony, the three still conscious pugwampis fire their tiny bows at Mus’ad and Sefu, whilst the three still standing along the rafters continue to target Nasir.
On the rafters, the three pugwampis all shoot down at Nasir, but all three miss the graceful dancer. The fourth pugwampis pulls himself back up onto the rafter, and stares forlornly down at his broken bow on the floor below.
Mus’ad reloads his crossbow and fires at one of the assailing gremlins … bad luck! His aim is just off, and the bolt lodges deeply into a rafter just inches from the pugwampis paw-like feet.
Mus'ad curses as his bolt narrowly misses his target, And hastily begins winding up his crossbow once more. The half-elf glances around, desperately looking for an idea, anything, to aid them and take away the Pug's evil influence. He notices that the Small creature's movement through the area have done nothing to the collection of dirt, debris and dust that they have seen throughout the entire facility. His eyes widen as he stops winding his crossbow, and one can almost see the lantern light unshuttered over his head.
"If you can't take away their influence, add your own." He mutters barely loud enough for Sefu and Zephyr to hear.
"Zephyr! Dust Cloud! They can't hit what they can't see!" He shouts a little too loudly in his excitement. With a simple mental effort, he casts his spell of training that allows him to preform minor magics for an hour. He waves his hand and blows softly towards the pugs. The dust in front of them begins to stir. Zephyr, hanging in the air at Mus'ad's shoulder, straightens and performs a swift but still flourishing bow.
"Your wish is my command master! A storm to rival the clashing of the titans!" He cries, and zips forward, his tiny windstream further stirring up the dust and trying to blow it into the faces of the small jackal-faced creatures.
"Feel the fury of the Djinn!" The tiny blue man cries in defiance as he kicks a clump of debris towards the pugs.
Al rises again from behind his cover and fires at the pugwampis that he hit last time, hoping to finish him off.
Zephyr begins whirling and stirring the dust of years that lies on the floor.
Bad luck does not unduly hamper Al’s aim – his bolt hits, skewering his targeted pugwampis and knocking the small creature from its perch. It hits the ground, truly dead.
Bad luck, or poor vantage continues to hamper Bashad's efforts with the bow.
Sefu will move to the closest one on the platform and bit at it
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Damage
Sefu moves forward along the edge of the balcony and bites at the pugwampis that stands in front of him - but alas, bad luck strikes again and his jaws close on empty air.
Farasha swipes at the nearest pugwampi with her scimitar
Her aim is off
The gremlin up in the rafters at L2 fires his tiny bow at Zephyr – but whether through poor aim or the obscuring effects of the gen’s small dust-cloud, the needle-like dart flies wide. The gremlin squeaks out what is probably a curse and scampers along the beam to L4.
The two pugwampis below him, seemingly emboldened by Sefu and Farasha’s ill-timed strikes against them, look at each other, nod, drop their bows and dart forward, seeking to wound their attackers with over-sized (yet still small) daggers that they pull from amongst their rags.
The three remaining pugwampis up in the centre of the rafters continue to fire down at the easiest (and most alluring) target, Nasir. Three small arrows arc towards her, but her dexterity and mage armour spell conspire to defeat the attacks, leaving her unscathed.
Al continues to fire from behind the marble bench at the closest pug not in close combat
AoO or
Damage
Mus'ad hastily cranks his crossbow and reloads it again. He starts to aim at the nearest Pug, but doesn't wish to risk hitting Sefu with the Pug's Machiavellian influence. He aims at the nearest Gremlin in the rafters, whispers a short prayer to whatever power might be listening, and fires,...
Mus'ad speaks a single, guttural word in a language you don't recognize. Even without knowing the language, the tone conveys an entire world of meaning about what the half-elf thinks of the obnoxious gremlins, and their ancestors,...
Al’s next sling stone passes just inches from the head of one of the pugwampis up in the rafters – such bad luck.
Poor fortune continues to hamper Sefu, and his jaws close on empty air as the gremlin closes in to attack him.
Sefu tried to bit the creature,not believing his bad luck
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Damage
On his second attack, Sefu’s luck improves. His strong panther jaws clamp onto the pugwampis skinny body, and he shakes the thing around like a rag-doll until it stops screeching abruptly, it’s neck broken.
Bashad looks for a moment at Nasir not believing her luck so far and then thinks 'Magic !' and then returns to the tasks at hand ,the beastie in M3
Attack Damage
'That's more like it ' he thinks to himself
Farasha grits her teeth and attempts to slice the offending creatures
"Die you sons of hairless pariah dogs!"
Her luck remains sour
Farasha grits her teeth and attempts to slice the offending creatures
"Die you sons of hairless pariah dogs!"
1d20+4;1d6+2;1d20+4;1d6+2
Her luck remains sour
Farasha tries to slice again
At last Bashad’s luck improves – or his archery training returns to him. His arrow flies straight and true, directly at one of the rafter-perched pugwampis. He’s sure the arrow finds its target (although the distance, gloom and angle make it a bit hard to tell for sure) and the accompanying screech of dismay and anger from the gremlin seems to confirm it. However, either his pull on the bow was not great enough, or the jackel-rat wears some hidden armour under its rags or something that caught the brunt of the attack, as the arrow does not kill it.
Farasha’s attack is more successful, she cuts the pugwampis she faces in half.
The remaining pugwampis keep firing their bows. The one at L4 fires down at Sefu, the tiny arrow barely missing the agile cat-druid, then scampers along to N5, still balancing on the rafters.
The other three continue to single-mindedly shoot at the most obvious target, Nasir, rather than any of the people shooting at them. Two of the arrows miss the bard completely, stymied by her spells or movements, but one the tiny archers is much luckier – his arrow finds the dancer’s bare midriff, and the needle-like missile is fired with such force that it disappears almost completely into Nasir’s abdomen, buried several inches deep, causing her a sudden stabbing, agonising pain as some internal organ is pierced. The pugwampis yip and cheer.
The gremlin on the floor at H3 begins to whine and wriggle feebly as it comes back to consciousness.
"Oh no you don't!" Mus'ad mutters as the gremlin at his feet starts to move. He drops his crossbow, letting it hang from his shoulder by it's carry strap, and pulls his club from his belt. Grabbing it in both hands, he swings it down onto the prone pug's head,...
Bashad looks pained for Nasir and shouts at her
'Take cover !'
he then fires at the pugwampi in L8
Attack Damage
Al aims a stone at the pugwampis in L8, praying that his hit be on target.
While Bashad is not in a position to easily make out the details, Farasha and Sefu can clearly see the moment his arrow hits the pugwampis. It is an accurate shot, and it should surely skewer the creature – but somehow it does not; instead, the arrow seems to ricochet off the little gremlin’s bare flesh! Meanwhile, Al’s sling stone goes just wide of the creature – bad luck!
"Oh no you don't!" Mus'ad mutters as the gremlin at his feet starts to move. He drops his crossbow, letting it hang from his shoulder by it's carry strap, and pulls his club from his belt. Grabbing it in both hands, he swings it down onto the prone pug's head,...
Mus’ad brings his club down hard on the pugwampis’ head – but the things skull, whilst small, must be like a rock! Rather than spilling its brains all over the balcony, the sha’ir’s blow merely leaves the creature with a large bruise as it moans feebly on the floor.
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Nasir seems to not hear the warning shout, in fact she does not seem to hear anything. Her fluid movements stops, a sudden jarring end that is a clear indication that something is wrong.
Her eyes widen her full crimson lips work onece, twice, alttemplint to produce sound. She sways, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth as she looks down at the end of the arrow puckering her bare skin.
She feels the darkness closing in, the music fading as her body begind its fall to the ground.
Otherwise, you could fall or jump 10 feet down to the floor below, land in I4 (single move). A DC 15 Jump check would allow you to avoid damage and land on your feet (otherwise you take 1d6 damage and land prone). You could then channel energy as your standard action.
Otherwise, you could fall or jump 10 feet down to the floor below, land in I4 (single move). A DC 15 Jump check would allow you to avoid damage and land on your feet (otherwise you take 1d6 damage and land prone). You could then channel energy as your standard action.
Farasha rushes to the balcony, heavy aba swishing. She swings her winged icon before her calling upon her goddess
"Flower of the Dawn, Chastizer of the Unholy, Scimitar of Justice, bless me with your grace!"
Not wanting to leave an enemy behind sefu bites down on the dazed creature
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Damage
While Bashad is not in a position to easily make out the details, Farasha and Sefu can clearly see the moment his arrow hits the pugwampis. It is an accurate shot, and it should surely skewer the creature – but somehow it does not; instead, the arrow seems to ricochet off the little gremlin’s bare flesh! Meanwhile, Al’s sling stone goes just wide of the creature – bad luck!
While Bashad is not in a position to easily make out the details, Farasha and Sefu can clearly see the moment his arrow hits the pugwampis. It is an accurate shot, and it should surely skewer the creature – but somehow it does not; instead, the arrow seems to ricochet off the little gremlin’s bare flesh! Meanwhile, Al’s sling stone goes just wide of the creature – bad luck!
Not wanting to leave an enemy behind sefu bites down on the dazed creature
1d20+6 or 1d20+6
Damage 1d6+4
Warm, sour blood gushes down Sefu’s throat as his jaws crush the life out of the dazed pugwampis.
With Nasir down, the remaining gremlins in the rafters turn their attention to the two next most obvious targets, Mus’ad and Sefu. The half-elf remains safe from their ire, but Sefu is hit
Farasha prays to her goddess. A scintillating sunshine seems to pour from her aba-wrapped form
The warm energy flashes out from Farasha like a desert scirocco, wrapping Nasir in a warm, healing embrace.
Bashad whispers to himself 'this merchant is toast !'
Again at the L8 pugwampi
Attack Damage
Al loads another stone into his sling cursing the foul little creatures as he takes aim.