After a few panicked blinks Karrn can see clearly once more, while the alien venom again proves weaker than Sundered Heart's rage-fueled physiology.
Determined not to let his prey escape, the grell who has captured Sundered Heart tightens its grip. The entwined barbarian hears a rib snap under the pressure, but deftly catches the downthrust beak on the heavy wrought-gold torc that adorns his upper arm.
On the western edge of the square, just outside the newly opened business offices of the Northern Breeze Trading Concern, the looming grell slaps suddenly at the ancestral Galad, now all too clear to its otherworldly senses. The blow lands hard, and the spirit dissipates soundlessly into thin tendrils of mist. A soft grunt of pain can be heard from the nearby Deva.
Madda:
Keening triumphantly, Setil's marked foe shifts position and lashes out again, snaring the badly wounded Deva in a mass of barbed coils. Gabbling madly, the grell lunges awry, the envenomed beak snapping far too close for Setil's comfort.
Deep Speech:
As the grell's mad gibbering ceases, the philosopher raises its voice in a horrid, thunderous croak, before unleashing a crackling bolt of brilliant - but errant - electricity at the entangled swordmage.
Deep Speech:
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Setil uses what little strength he has remaining to break free of the tentacles wrapped around him. He staggers to the ground next to the dragonborn and manages to pull himself up to a fighting stance. He says to his newfound ally, "If I drop, try to prevent them from eating my brain."
Athletics 27 vs. Fort and shift to R14
20 vs. dazed; 20 vs. random; 10 vs. slowed
Galad clutches at his shoulder as the spirit dissipates. "It will take more than that to defeat me." The spirit suddenly reappears next to the grell and lashes out once more.
Karrn whips himself to his feet and looks for the large floating mass that blinded him. Finding that it moved he shouts "HEY GET OVER HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN... eer, flying squid-brain!"
Knowing he can't get to the philospher he forms a marble of energy and launches it at the nearest grell
... remember that Madda can shift 1 square as a free action when she starts her turn adjacent to my spirit.[/ooc]
Drawing strength from the ancient spirit drawn into being by Galad's power, Madda shifts away from the grell and grins evilly at the floating brain.
"Better luck next time." she mutters optimistically and crooks her finger at the ground beneath G2. "As for you - you're going down.... DROP! Sundered - get the hell out of there or kill or something. But do it nooowwwwwwww!" Her last word ends in a howl as she transforms into wolfhound again and leaps over the wall behind her.
The ground beneath the grell trembles and turns as though writhing away from the horror standing on it.
Triumphantly, she also throws off the last of the grell venom poisoning her mind.
Save v slow and -2 (1d20=11)
Tremor (Fort) v G2 (1d20 11=28, 2d8 8=16).
... remember that Madda can shift 1 square as a free action when she starts her turn adjacent to my spirit.[/ooc]
Galad's Ancestral fragment reappears in the nick of time, blade already whistling down at an angle the gloating grell was clearly not prepared for. The misty sword cuts deep, eliciting a croon of pain. Stern and silent, the spirit sets his blade to a defensive stance, buying time for the young druid to safely step away.
The ground beneath sundered Heart and his captor trembles and rolls at Madda's urging, cobbles skewing and bursting like a mouth of broken, wayward teeth. The grell, his movements constrained as they are by the dancing wind-demons, cannot avoid the seismic backlash and tumbles in a heap, a nest of bramble-like tentacles. Sundered Heart rolls cleanly free to a position of advantage, mayhem flashing in his eyes.
Not far away, a desperate lunge twists Setil free of the grell's clutches. He shakes his head, summons the last shreds of his resolve and banishes the alien maledictions that afflict him as he limps slowly to stand back to back with the enraged dragonborn.
Karrn, forced to settle for a lesser target than the Philosopher, watches as his summoned mote surges into the unexpecting grell, exploding in a wave of psychic chaos. The grell shudders, convulsion-wracked as the mote ricochets off to sail over the form of the tangled, writhing heap that is Sundered Heart's opponent.
Now that he is no longer hindered, Sundered Heart turns the full fury of his rage upon G2.
Rage Strike (9th level daily power expended) 1d20+15=32, Damage 5d10+10=49
Kill Point plunges deep into grell flesh, releasing a stream of oily ichor as it emerges, twisting. Sundered Heart shifts the spear in his hands, slashing sidewise in another bloody arc. The grell screams and struggles to rise, shunting alien gasses to the oddly veined sacs that keep it aloft. With a spasming of the tentacles, it floats triumphantly upward... and Madda's conjured wind-demons explode outwards with a vast whoooomp, tumbling the closest pair of opponents to the rain-dampened cobblestones of Estered's Square.
Croaking madly, the grell sends a bevy of flailingly errant tentacles at Sundered Heart, desperately trying to regain its prey.
Hooting furiously, the grell closest to Madda gathers itself and rises, searching fruitlessly for the proverbial thorn in its side, before floating closer to the protected sheepdog.
Rising from the ground at the base of Estered's Monument in eerie silence, the grell lashes at the pale Deva with several cruel tentacles, striking unerringly. The deva spins, trailing a rain of crimson droplets, then topples soundlessly.
The sound of his bondblade hitting the cobblestones is discordant, inordinately loud among the other clamor in the square.
Voicing what can only be a congratulatory shriek, the philosopher unleashes a sizzling torrent of lightning at Galad, bobbing happily in the air as it connects.
Galad clutches his eyes, and shakes his beads in Setil's direction. Setil feels his wounds gently caressed, and the spirit stabs at the grell again.
From a great distance, Setil hears the faint beating of wings, feels a soft caress, as if of feathers brushing his wrecked body. He feels great weariness, a myriad of aches and hurts fading, lessening. He feels the raindrops cool on his forehead, and opens his eyes.
Springing lightly over the wall once more, Madda the dog snarls to get the grell's attention and chomps down hard on the nearest set of tentacles, nearly gagging on the flavour. Still snarling and hoping that her sudden attack will daze her foe, she darts away behind the nearest building, suppressing an urge to wipe her paws over her mouth. Once there, she concentrates hard and changes again. This time into a tiny black raven.
Natural weapons are not all they're cracked up to ...
Leaping cleanly back over the low wall, Madda is a snapping maelstrom of teeth and fur, bewildering the grell with her furious assault. By the time it recovers, she is gone.
Madda:
Karrn froms yet another orb of energy and launches it at the philosopher
"Hey, you forgot about me!"
; Damage [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2037148/ ]1d10+13=23 psychic damage. I think invisiblecastle is taking petty for all my fumbles.[/ooc]
Karrn:
Madda:
Setil blinks his eyes and sees the hilt of his sword, then everything comes back into focus. He grunts and rises to his feet, "Pelor's buisness here is not done yet." he says to nobody in particular. As the dragonborn makes a backswing with his weapon, Setil quickly touches it and it begins to glow as bright as the sun. And then Setil focuses on his body, regaining his poise and will to fight.
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Setil:
Karrn races towards the retreating philosopher, a broad grin on his youthful face. "Hey, you forgot about me!" he shouts, coaxing a ball of chaos into his grasp and hurling it with devastating accuracy.
The grell rocks with the impact, wheeling drunkenly and clacking its beak in either fury, pain or dismay. The lightning that crackles around it surges in response, hurtling into the young sorceror with a sizzling crack. The boy's hair stands on end and his vision flares and again goes eerily black.
In response to the power called by Setil's unobtrusive touch, Kill Point begins to radiate a sunlike warmth in Sundered Heart's grasp. The dragonborn spins the mighty spear in his grip, howling his fury and delivering a strong backhanded blow to the badly wounded grell.
The grells in the center of the square squork in their horrible tongue, and both slap barbed tentacles at the weakest of their two foes: Setil the Deva, who stands calmly, untouched amid the profusion of tentacles, centering himself.
On the western front the grievously wounded and exceedingly frustrated grell, having now misplaced both recent targets, screams its dismay and continues searching with its alien senses.
Madda lets out an inadvertent croak of dismay as she sees the Blue Shields approaching.
They're not equipped to deal with this... - she casts wildly around to think of some way of protecting the brave, but hopelessly outclassed watchmen.
Madda lets out an inadvertent croak of dismay as she sees the Blue Shields approaching.
They're not equipped to deal with this... - she casts wildly around to think of some way of protecting the brave, but hopelessly outclassed watchmen.
Karrn shakes his hands trying to get feeling back in them "Great... blind again"
"I AM REALLY GETTING ANNOYED WITH YOU SQUISHY!" he yells in the last direction of the grell.
"Knew I should used the killing blow when I had a chance" he pouts while figuring his next move
The spirit lashes out again, as Galad tries to clear his vision.
Another telling blow from Galad's ancestral remnant and the grell shudders, croaking balefully at the here-again-gone-again spirit.
Pounce G3 (1d20 14=30 (Ref), 1d8 8=16)
Like a black shadow, Madda flies to flank G3, transforms with a shake of her head into her wolfhound form and unleashes herself on the grell, determined to end the aberration.
Madda the wolfhound streaks into the fray, leaping to snare a mouthful of tentacles. Slashing with tooth and claw she drags the grell to the ground with her, where it does little but spasm weakly, opening and closing its beak in a series of silent croaks, until it shudders once more, and is still.
Karrn, still pouting, forms another orb "Blind or not I can still try to kill you!"
DM
I'm not sure if I need to make a perception check or not for the attack to really hit. If I do here it is 1d20+5-10=13, what a waste of an 18... - 10 to perception hurts!
Setil ignores the grell at his back for the moment, and thrusts his sword into the one that the dragonborn has wounded. After that, Setil's body begins working at normal speed again.
Uttering a solemn prayer to Pelor the swordmage moves swiftly back into the fray, sidestepping neatly to assist Sundered Heart against his foe. A precise lunge exploits a lapse in the grell's defenses, and is rewarded with a gout of oily ichor.
DM** spoiler omitted **1d10=5.[/ooc]
Laz:
Brief Game Timeout!
Looks like my previous post got eaten... <sigh>
"Blind or not I can still try to kill you!"
Karrn conjures another handful of raw chaos, forms it and sends it hurtling to where his grellish nemesis used to be. No sound of impact is forthcoming, neither is there an anticipated shriek of pain... the youngster stamps his foot on the rain-slick cobbles, then blinks in surprise as his sight clears.
"Figures..." he mutters, flashing his best scowl.
DM
Sundered Heart's thrust is ferociously savage, Kill Point emerging in a spatter of thick ichor from the horrid creature's brain-analogue, accompanied by a burst of sunlight. Shucking the grell's dead weight with a shrug, the barbarian feels his temper surge, already looking for his next foe.
A quavering, wordless howl escapes the lone remaining warrior-caste grell, as it swats halfheartedly at Setil, neatly avoiding his surprised riposte, before moving unconcernedly into the roiling field of otherworldly energies to loom over the sightless Galad.
Pleased by the timely arrival of a lackey, the Philosopher hurls another sizzling bolt of lightning at the beleaguered Shaman, who spasms in pain as the sparks dance over him. Hooting with perverse pleasure, the philosopher floats placidly into the swirling vortex of Far Realm reality.
The Blue Shields move cautiously into the square, settling in at range and loosing a volley of crossbow bolts that fly unhindered into the night sky.
Feast of Fury Beast form, implement, primal; melee touch, one creature
+13(Ref), 2d8+8
Effect - make a secondary attack (+13(Ref))on target other than primary target. 1d10+8 damage. Attack deals additional 5 damage if primary attack hit.
The effect is that you can make a secondary attack, but there's no indication of what the secondary attack can be on. Can I use it to attack G4 and then make a secondary attack on G1 even if G1 is not adjacent? Obviously I'm thinking of using it, but I don't want to waste the thing.
Anyone got any thoughts on this?
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Kinda like I could target myself with my secondary chaos bolt if need be