Also, is there a map or sketch of the tactical situation? I don't know what's in the way of my making the charge.
Flattening herself on the ground for a brief instant, Shaan easily dodges the incoming lightning bolt and jumps back to her feet.
From her position in the courtyard, she asses the situation, reporting to Nigel
[ooc]Forgot Spellcraft
Will Save
Reflex Save
Rolukk staggers as the demons claws rip into him, the tendrils of black energy visibly sapping his ferocity. It does nothing, however, to diminish his war cry as he nimbly sidesteps the worst of the lightning bolt.
He growls as the electricity momentarily rips through his body, then shakes his head and prepares to lay into his foe with his blade held high.
Molasbar will order his headband to be alert, let him know if it detects danger. (It has telepathy, senses out to 120’ including blindsense, and a perception roll of +15).
He will cast Repulsion, and then Mirror Image.
Just exiting the window, Duke Elros gets caught in the lightning bolt.
Reflex save vs DC25: Save! Just ducks aside to take half damage (45).
CURRENT HP 465 (91%)
Recovering from his brush with lightning, Duke Elros gazes over the courtyard...
Seeing the magnitude of the threat, Duke Elros calls out; "Aranahil! To me my friend!"
A magnificent warhorse gallops up out of nowhere next to Elros, its softly gleaming aura showing it's celestial origins. Elros then effortlessly leaps into the saddle and catches up his adamantine lance Aeglos, his pennent fluttering in the breeze.
From atop his mount he sees Teris' crumpled form and wrath overtakes him. (As well as a certain amount of deja vu; it's like this has happened before...)
"Marcus D'Vrish! You will not live to regret your acts this day!"
He points his lance in the Blackguards direction and silver fire rolls down the lance...
Shaan moves to I26, trying to dodge the demons attacks and, turning round, she delivers two quick blows to the arm articulations.
Shaan moves to I26, trying to dodge the demons attacks and, turning round, she delivers two quick blows to the arm articulations.
A grave expression creeps along Magnus’ wrinkled features as he watches Teris crumple to the ground. With a single word, he begins to fly straight up. He stops roughly 30 feet above the ground and flourishes his large staff which begins to radiate a bright golden light. After a short series of gestures, he claps his hands, and the Hezrou engaging Alaris along with one of the Nalfeshnees that had moved forward begin to roar. Seconds later, they vanish. Not hesitating, Magnus points the tip of his staff at the large figure that is Marcus D’virish. Immediately Marcus’ countenance begins to shrink, reverting to his original size.
Molasbar will cast Dimensional Anchor, targeting the sorceress. No save, but a Spell Resistance might block it.
To hit
He follows it up immediately with a Mirror Image spell.
Images
There are now eight Molasbars floating in the sky, only one of which is real.
As her intended target just disappears due to the mage spell , Shaan changes her target on the fly, she moves straight ahead to I24 (60 feet) and her hand and voice combine to cast a spell.
Just behind the sorceress, an ectoplasmic force bearing a rapier appears and attacks:
Would I have heard of this Sorceress Feezu? I'm not all that strong in Knowledge skills, but is she a celebrity for example?
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Rolukk raises his weapon sluggishly over his head and makes a single attack at the towering creature in front of him. Damage:
Alaris, reacting instantly to his brother falling, takes a quick step in the direction of Marcus and begins a deadly onslaught of perfect swordplay and arcane magic. He makes three rapid attacks with his brilliant energy scimitar, each one seeming to find their mark easily and exploding with arcane energy as they connect. As he attacks, he weaves two spells in rapid succession and fires them at his immediate enemy.
The Nalfeshnee that Janus has just attacked begins swatting and biting wildly at its assaulter, seemingly enraged. Two huge claws connect with the flying Duke of Namre.
Letting out yet another roar as Rolukk’s blade misses sharply, the other remaining Nalfeshnee attacks viciously, clawing and biting into Rolukk.
The sorceress Feezu laughs as she dodges each attack from the newly formed ectoplasmic figure behind her before finally dodging the green ray fired by Molasbar. ”Oh I’m not going anywhere, honey,” she yells, staring at the Molasbars,”but of course you wouldn’t know any better.” She mutters a few words under her breath and gestures quickly at Molasbar. She then turns towards Marcus. “Oh darling, feeling a bit weak are we? Well let me punish the prince.” With another gesture, this time more elaborate and more controlled, Alaris screams in pain, visibly shaken from what has just affected him. A mad smile appears on Feezu’s face; she is obviously pleased by her own work. She then turns abruptly towards Shaan and extends her mechanical hand. A stroke of force energy erupts from her fingertips.
Taking advantage of Alaris’ pain, Marcus begins a furious assault on the remaining prince of Valandaer, though his attacks appear to be less powerful and less precise. He seems to strain under the weight of his armor, weapon and shield as he attacks. Alaris falls to the ground, unmoving.
Group 1: Teris, Alaris, Rolukk, Shaan and Molasbar.
Group 2: All of the demons.
Group 3: Janus, Sheriah, Elros, Magnus and Nigel.
Infuriated at seeing his oldest friends die at the Blackguards blade, Elros rises in his saddle and points his lance at Marcus.
"Marcus D'Vrish! You face ME now!"
Glowing brightly, Elros charges 100 ft. making a ride-by Smite Evil attack on his target. You don't even see his horses hooves touch the ground as he charges by, easily evading all attacks of opportunity.
Lance attack-- Charge(+2h,-2ac), Smite evil(+8h,+15dam[), Power attack(2h)(-4h,+12dam), Spirited charge (auto x3 dam), bypassing all DR
Attack: to hit.
AC vs target becomes 37-2+8=43.
Feet firmly planted on the ground, Shaan barely moves, twisting slightly her body as the bolt flies by her. Emerging once again untouched, she laughs at the sorceress. "You need more practice, Dear"
Will save, DC 27
Edit: Molasbar will used his Improved Iron will feat for a re-roll.
Edit 2: I forgot about the +8 for having Mind Blank active. The first roll was a success. Whew!
Janus grimaces in pain as the towering demon strikes him but realizes there are more pressing opponents to deal with.
"Here goes nothing"
And with that he rips open the fabric of time and space and teleports next to feezu
A grin lights his face as he begins an onslaught of attacks channeling his empowered magic thru his blade into each one draining the very life essence of the sorceress.
Amidst the chaos currently surrounding the sorceress, a slender figure, recognizable as Sheriah, appears with weapons drawn and poised to strike – she seems to have obtained a rather menacing looking glowing Kukri since she vanished from the meeting room. Moments after appearing, Sheriah lets loose a barrage of precise stabs and slashes, each attack finding its mark easily.
“It’s about damn time,” calls Magnus from his aerial position as he weaves yet another intricate set of gestures and claps his hands. A look of realization crosses the face of both of the remaining towering Nalfeshnees and they begin roaring and screaming in unison; simultaneously clawing at the ground in an attempt to grab hold of something. The one standing before Rolukk, in a frenzy of desperation, manages to grab him tightly. A final roar of combined fear, desperation and hate rings out from both creatures as they vanish unceremoniously, leaving no evidence of their departure except an ornate horn that falls to the ground where Rolukk and his Nalfeshnee were seconds ago. “It seems the numbers are in our favor Marcus,” Magnus says in a rather matter-of-fact manner.
Group 1: Shaan and Molasbar
Molasbar will hold his position, and cast Magic Missile twice at the sorceress.
Damage
Damage
Behind the sorceress, the etheral rapier bearing shape stands by, ready to attack the spell caster when she tries to move or to cast a spell.
In the mean time, Shaan moves to Q21, out of the black knight reach and stops there, weapon drawn and following the sorceress every move.
The "h" denotes the ornate horn that was left after the Nalfneshnees and Rolukk were deported.
The "h" denotes the ornate horn that was left after the Nalfneshnees and Rolukk were deported.
“Haha…HAHAHAHA… Your combat skills are waning, Duke of Amrothe,” chides the rumbling voice of Marcus. “You serve the light, uphold the tenants of justice, order and good….What has that gotten you? Your home has been destroyed; your nation is despondent; its princes, your two closest friends, lay dead before your very eyes, and you are powerless to stop any of it. I, however, am here defending my country, and succeeding. Learn the error of your ways Elros; let me show you what power the chaos of darkness can bring!” A powerful shield bash marks the beginning of Marcus’ third frenzied assault. His movements are significantly clumsier than before, making it easy for Elros to dodge and deflect some of the blows from the dark shield and the sword glowing with sickly green energy. Each slash and bash that connects is resounding and devastating; certainly nothing to shrug off lightly.
“So you think you’ve won,” says Feezu as a volley of arcane bolts bounces harmlessly off of an invisible force in front of her before dissipating. “So assured in your victory that you insult me with your petty magics…I mean really? Magic missile? I would hope that I’ve earned a bit more attention than that. Some people are just rude.” She begins casting a spell; her movements are quick and guarded. Reacting instantly, Shaan strikes out, her blade connecting painfully with the sorceress and interrupting the spell. Immediately after being struck, Feezu disappears and reappears 50 feet forward. “Hahaha,” she cackles madly, “Nice try, dear. But I cannot and WILL NOT be stopped. Now then, I shall teach you a lesson about interrupting me while I work.” She stretches her hand out in Shaan’s direction, releasing a ray of force energy that connects powerfully. “And YOU!” Wheeling around to face Molasbar, she makes a few more quick gestures and grasps an amulet around her neck, obviously casting another spell with him as the intended target. “If you aren’t going to use your power, then why have it?”
DC 30 will save
Fort save:
Duke elros reels with the power of the blows raining down on him.
He drops Aeglos (the lance), [free]
Lays on hands for points of healing self, [swift].
Fast dismounts,
Ride check vs DC20: [free]
Takes a 5 foot step [Move]
Draws his Holy Avenger [free as part of move]
The holy avenger trails a sheet of silver fire as it leaps from its scabbard to the attack...
Makes a singe smite evil attack against Marcus: for a possible points of damage. [Standard]
CURRENT HP 178 (35%)
AC now 45.
A flicker of annoyance crosses the Duke of Namre's face as Feezu teleports away from him
"Copycat" he mumbles under his breath as he spins and launches a massive spew of cold from his hand hitting both the sorceress and the dark paladin followed immediately by 3 rays of fires lancing towards Marcus