no other actions this round
Farasha and Bashad, who take a moment to look around the chapel, quickly notice that the ceiling rafters in the southeast portion of the chapel upper works have been papered over like a wasp’s nest in an interwoven mish-mash of soiled tapestries, tablecloths, altar runners, and other bits of salvaged cloth, creating a sort of hanging “tent” in the rafters above.
Farasha and Bashad:
Reacting quickly, Al slings a stone at the pugwampis standing atop the gruesome hanging decoration. The stone hits, and the creature yelps and howls, but seems more annoyed than hurt. Mus’ad’s crossbow bolt follows an instant later; his aim is not as good as Al’s, but the bolt appears to hit – but must have deflected off something at the last moment, as the rude little gremlin remains un-skewered.
Nasir causes one of her bracelets to glow with light, whilst Farasha and Bashad look about, trying to get their bearings.
Bashad keeps well back at -Y9 ( two square left of A ) with his bow ready
Seeing his current form having little effect here Sefu melds back into his human form, pulls forth his sling shot and sends a stone toward the dogbeast
Sling or
Damage
Farasha readies her scimitar
Sefu’s sling stone hits the cavorting jackal-rat, knocking it from its precarious perch. It falls to the stone floor of the chapel with a screech that is cut short by a dull, wet thud.
Seeing the creature fall sefu goes to inspect it.
Perception
With yelps and yips, a half dozen or more pugwampis stand up or burst out from their hiding places amongst the chapel upper works, or scamper across the high rafters. They all hold tiny bows, and in a moment a hail of arrows the size of knitting needles is raining down upon the group of adventurers.
Al has some good cover from the marble bench in front of him, and only one gremlin targets him with an arrow – but amazingly it hits the halfling right in the throat .
Three pugwampis shoot at Farasha, but only one arrow finds its mark through her heavy aba .
Nasir is likewise hit by one small arrow , whilst Sefu is targeted by two arrows, one of which hits .
Bashad, who is well to the rear, and Mus’ad, who is partly sheltered by the marble bench and the overhang of the choir loft above, are both ignored by the tiny archers for now.
Sefu lets loose a bullet at one of the puwampis then makes for the latter
Sling or
Damage
Al gasps in shock and pain, crouching further behind the marble bench, gritting his teeth as he removes the arrow from his neck. The colour drains from the little mans face as he searches through his backpack for a healing potion to drink.
Al gasps and crouches further behind the marble bench, gritting his teeth as he removes the arrow from his neck. The little mans face turns pale as he searches through his backpack for a healing potion to drink.
Sefu lets loose a bullet at one of the puwampis then makes for the latter
Sling 1d20+2 or 1d20+2
Damage 1d4+2
Unfortunately, Sefu’s sling stone falls far short of its intended target. The druid ducks past Mus’ad and Zephyr and scrambles up the ladder.
A narrow balcony overlooks the chapel floor some ten feet below. Two rows of tall-backed wooden choir chairs dominate the east and west reaches of the balcony, which hug the chapel’s concave walls. The balcony falls away—collapsed at some time in the past—just on either side of the choir area. Ten feet above, rickety time-worn wooden rafters stretch across the whole chapel. Two huge sections of these rafters have been engulfed in a sort of nest comprised of a patchwork of random bits of cloth.
Fallen pieces of timber stacked up against the wooden choir benches form a sort of makeshift ramp up to the rafters near the middle of the western choir area. Four tiny pugwampis stand near the railing-less edge of the balcony near this point, firing down on the adventurer’s below.
sigh
Mus'ad flinches reflexively as the hail of tiny arrows fly from above him to strike his friends.
"Oh, camel cr@p!" he mutters vehemently, eyes wide with panic, as the situation sinks in.
He carefully sights at the nest for a target, knowing it will not be easy.
"Zephyr! The rainbow spray spell, I have to be close! Do you see any other way up to the loft?" He asks his tiny companion as he sights carefully at his chosen target.
;P
1st att: 1d20+2=18, 1d8=2, 2nd attempt:1d20+2=9, 1d8=1
Bashad fire at the pug in M3
First attack
Actually from where he is , is he also in a pugwampi's area of influence ? Not that this is important this round ...
;P
Farasha runs over and attempts to heal Mus'ad
Mus'ad blinks in surprise as Farasha dashes over to where he stands and places her hand on his shoulder. He gasps in surprise as the healing energies sweep through him, removing all of his major wounds, minor scrapes, and fatigue. He turns his head and grins at the cleric.
"My most sincere appreciation Holy warrior! I feel like I could take on these creatures all by myself now!" HE laughs.
Al ducks down behind the bench and, after yanking out the small arrow, consumes a potion of healing, the warm potion partially healing his wound.
Seeing that Mus’ad seems to be in osme distress, and is still moving like he is in pain after the last battle, Farasha moves across and lays hands on him.
After giving thanks to the cleric, Mus’ad takes careful aim with his crossbow at the grouped pugwampis … unluckily the trigger jams, drawing his aim off, and when the bolt does release it flies far too low to threaten any of the gremlins. Bashad’s aim is likewise far off.
Bashad fire at the pug in M3
First attack 1d20+2;1d20+2;1d6Actually from where he is , is he also in a pugwampi's area of influence ? Not that this is important this round ...
Bashad:
Mus'ad sighs, a brief, fervent prayer to the gods of luck for which he is named, and lets his bolt fly towards the nearest Pug on the rafters.
MUs'ad takes a quick inhale in excitement as it seems that his bolt arcs where he actually aimed it, possibly unaffected by the Pug's unluck magics,...
After being healed by Farasha, Mus’ad moves over to the ladder and climbs partway up, behind Sefu. Zephyr, meanwhile, flits up to the broken edge of the choair-loft, looking for danger. There is a group of pugwampis up here, shooting down … and they appear to have just noticed Sefu emerging from the top of the ladder…
Nasir meanwhile begins dancing, inspiring all her allies with her graceful moves and the magical music it creates.
The pugwampis up on the rafters return fire, all four shooting at Nasir, who presents the easiest target, exposed in her dancing with no cover. Two of the tiny arrows score glancing hits on the gyrating dancer , and the gremlins cheer and jeer.
The pugwampis in the choir loft react to Sefu climbing the ladder, and Zephyr flying up to their level, scrambling for better position or firing their bows, yipping and yapping to one another.
Mus'ad lets his crossbow dangle from it's carry strap as he moves to the ladder and hastens up it as fast as he can. Zephyr floats past both Mus'ad and Sefu till he is level with the remains of the choir loft. There, tiny arms crossed and a look of disdain upon his minuscule features, he floats staring at the Pugwampis'.
"Surrender!" The tiny man cries in what would undoubtedly be a thundering Bass,... if he were 6' tall. But sounds like a mouse on Bulls Strength now.
"Surrender!" He repeats loudly, "Or my master shall blast you to oblivion! Throw yourself upon his mercy, and perhaps he shall grant you leave to return to the rocks which you crawled out from under!" The tiny blue man cries, gesturing imperiously.
After an exchange of confused glances, the reply is a volley of small arrows, which Zephyr manages to dodge adroitly.
"Zephyr!" Mus'ad cries in panic as the shafts fly. Seeing the blue figure is uninjured, and unimpressed with the PUgwampis' aim, he sighs in relief.
"Zephyr! Remember! Use cover! They aren't smart enough to fear you!" Mus'ad hisses from his own precarious perch.
Zephyr looks dismayed, but bows his head. "Oh, yes, of course. Forgive me master. I had forgotten that the lesser races have not yet learned respect for Gen-kind. Would you do me the honor of explaining it to them?,... PAinfully?" The little man humbly requests.
"Of course Zephyr, it would be my honor." Mus'ad replies.
"In Just a moment, I'm working on it." He adds softer, starting to climb once more,...
Al will attempt to sneak forward to a new point of cover, and surprise attack the little creatures.
Sefu rushes toward the nearest pug, shimming into cat form as he bounds toward it
or
Damage
Al will attempt to sneak forward to a new point of cover, and surprise attack the little creatures.
Also, remember that if you make any d20 roll here, you need to roll twice and take the worse result.
Al pops up from behind his baricade and lets a sling stone fly at the nearest enemy
Sefu the hunting cap leaps forward at the nearest pugwampi – but, oh, worst of luck, his fore-paw slips on a piece of loose debris and he lands awkwardly, his foe remains unharmed.
At Zephyr’s ‘request’, Mus’ad also gains the balcony, and moves in beside Sefu, seeing a position where he might just reach two of the jackal-rats with his spell. Fanning his hands and intoning the traditional syllables, the sha’ir unleashes a blast of clashing colours that overwhelms the nearest two pugwampis, including the one that Sefu was attempting to attack. That gremlin is knocked down, stunned and unconscious, but the other manages to shield its eyes at the last moment, and in unaffected (though annoyed if its high pitched yapping is anything to go by).
Al’s aim is virtually spot on, and his sling stone clips one of the pugwampis on the rafters in the head. The little monster cries out, dropping its tiny bow (which smashes on the ground below) and falls itself – just barely managing to cling on to the rafter before it follows its weapon, blood matting the mangy fur on its head.
Bashad fire again at the pug in M3
Attack Damage
From the rear, Bashad again fires impotently at the pugwampis.
Mus'ad frowns, obviously unhappy that his last spell only affected one of his hopeful targets.
"Looks like we do this the hard way!" He mutters to Zephyr as he reaches for his crossbow,...
Farasha advances on the nearest Pugwampi
Farasha advances on the nearest Pugwampi
Mus'ad pulls out bolt and picks up his crossbow from where it hangs by his side on it;s carry-strap.
"Keep an eye out Zephyr!" He mutters nervously as he hastens to fumble the bolt into place. After what seems like forever he has the crossbow loaded and wound, and raises it to his shoulder.
"I'll cover you Sefu, as best I can,..." He adds wryly to the hunter as he scans for a likely target.
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.