"Ye bring shame on your family name attacking yer fellows after giving your word of aid. You are not worthy of yur fathers name. He was a dwarf of honor." Cor hoped to enrage his opponent so he would make a mistake. Though it was a sad task, Cor knew he had to kill his friends son.
The small mage was annoyed that blast of five missiles had not dropped Derro. "Yo but these buggers are tough." he thought to himself. From within his protection of invisibility Ulthok scanned the cavern but before he prepared his next attack. A movement out of his peripheral caused a quick look to the North and for the first time Ulthok realized that the dark to the North was not of normal shadow, but having been created magically. "There could be more hiding in that shadow or more likely their spell caster....we need to clear that." Sending his thoughts to Peri," "Can you see that shadow at the back of the cave? It may be magical and it is likely hiding their spell caster or some other threat. Can dispel that magic shadow?" Ulthok sensed she had understood.
Sensing the Derro was injury even though it still stood Ulthok decided to melee attack. Sneaking behind the Derro while still invisible his Rogue talent prepared to shine. Drawing his sword of Lightening Quickness as he moved into position. With his sword of Lightening Quickness in hand he stepped forward in a sneak attack appearing at the Derro's back. He lashed out twice with the speed of the magic enhanced sword. When the second blow was done he again will spirit into his ring and vanished to prevent an easy target for the Derro.
Peri was pleased that spells her and her new friend had cast were slowing the advance of the enemy below. She had stayed invisible and didn't intend to come back into sight until the battle was a little heated. As she fluttered Ulthok's thought's came to her. "Can you see that shadow at the back of the cave? It may be magical and it is likely hiding their spell caster or some other threat. Can dispel that magic shadow?" Peri looked to the back of the cavern. "Ah yes, it does seem odd to have shadow where light should be." Peri advanced herself to be in range and cast Dispel Magic over the shadow at the back of the cave. As she took shelter near the cave wall she reached her thoughts out to Frag. "You silly boy, perhaps you could change that mad back to stone, that would make it even much harder for the creature to march on friends."
Valene was quite put out that the flames left be the fireballs was not enough to sustain the fire elemental she tried to summons. But with a bit of luck and perhaps some blessing from her patron she was able to hold her own with her enchanted Sword Of Combat Dancing. She continued to attacked the Derro in front ofher. Her sword would allow her multiple attacked while her Boots of Speed helped her dance and dodge her attackers blows. She could only hope her rapid movements would disadvantage the Derro's attacks. If she could get the chance when the Derro was not looking at her she would use the magic of her Hat of Disguise to change her appearance to a Derro and try to get the enemy to attack someone else.
Posted on 2020-01-22 at 20:54:45.
Edited on 2020-01-22 at 21:14:41 by Odyson
Rayden grinned slightly as she brought her sunblade once again down against her enemy, knowing her brother was near by bolstered herself even though she was without her ever present companion of Brutus. She watched the gleaming blade of the sunblade move in a deadly dance, all the while keeping healing spells at the forefront of her mind.
((Attacking HA5 once again.))
Posted on 2020-01-22 at 23:43:07.
Edited on 2020-01-22 at 23:43:46 by SilentOne
With the shadows summomned to draw the attention of nearby derro and her stoneskin to protect her, Siréne was free to act. She would do so, with deadly severity. Drawing rage through the Staff of Fury, the witch spun it with her own rage and that of the Dark Goddess. The rythms of the tempest awakened by her dark fey magic now pulsed through her being and called for release. Uttering a tonal word of power, Siréne slapped her hands together to unleash the fury of the storm. Thunder roared with an explosive crack as a blinding bolt of light streaked through the traiter and his derro like a crooked line of death.
Frag did his part. Invisible and high about the battle, the faerie dragon sent magical confusion down upon the muddy derro. Perhaps they would trip and fall... What delight!
((OOC: Sirene uses 1 charge from staff of fury to empower Lighting Bolt. Bolt will target I (first target) and might hit any or all of the following; HC10, PA8, HC7,4C, HA5, HA1, HC19, PA5. A lightning bolt is a narrow line (5 foot wide by 80 feet long) that will not hit Cor, Rayne or any other allies.
To most of the party the threat to life was clearly before them and in such a so familiar way. Massed numbers of enemy and just the six of them with a few Dwarves. The skill of the party in both weapons and magic for the moment having the advantage. However one of the party feared that the greater danger lurked in the darkness to the North.
For Ulthok, moving quickly still invisible his sword in hand, fearing that something lurked in what he now could clearly see was magically created darkness, sent a mental thought to Peri to attempt to dispel it and show what lay within it. Her head cocked to look down at the halfling Thief/Mage as he attacked from invisibility she could only send back “Huh?” as she had not the ability to dispel any magic at all. That thought unexpected threw the halflings aim off yet he was still too close to miss. His sword plunging deep took whatever life the Derro had left leaving him nothing but dead flesh to fall to the ground.
For Valene facing only one Derro, still disappointed there was not enough fire to bring forth an Elemental, found herself easily in her own element. With a smile on her face at the corny word pun, her sword of dancing still in her hand, the halfling Thief/Cleric went to work. Her boots of speed easily too fast for the stocky heavily armed Derro to hit she quickly hit him twice both cuts deep. Pirouetting away she watched as the Derro fell to the ground bleeding to death.
Lothor’s plan of attack was no different then before but was one that had served him well. His large sword once again in motion he watched in pleasure as the sword finished what it had started and turned the Derro from one living enemy into two pieces of a dead one. Looking forward he could see that Valene was also for the moment free from combat and unsure of what to do next.
For Arandur having weakened the Derro before was more then happy to continue. His twin swords raised and aimed the elf found that thanks to his earlier strike and the loss of sight in the Derro’s eye, the dwarf;s attacks easily missed him and left it off balance. Both rapiers striking true the Derro fell to the ground dead, all sight not just in its hanging eye, black. However the Elf was not without an enemy as from behind he was struke soundly. Only shear luck and his armor saving him he turned to face another heavy armored Derro, the dwarf the creature had been fighting dead on the floor.
As with her brother Rayden’s sunblade had scored a hit in her first true melee combat leaving the Derro before her bleeding and most likely dying yet still alive enough to attack. Meeting it once again head one she was horrified as her foot stepping on a pool of blood slipped out from under her crashing her to the ground her attack a miss. However as she went down she felt a pain in her side as the Derro’s axe cut into her side, painfully but not life threatening deep. As she scrambled to regain her feet she watched as the evil dwarf turned as if to strike her again but fell to his knee’s instead. Alive yes, able to attack no longer, the loss of it’s blood from Rayden’s first hit too much to over come.
With her 4 shadows still engaged in melee, drawing the two Derro meant for her away. The Elvin Enchantress Sirene found herself free and that was a good thing and to her more of a good thing was always the best. Having sent to Frag to attempt to confuse the Derro covered in mud and grease, Lifting her staff of fury the Witch Enchantress spun it within her own rage and that of her Goddess. Dark fey magic now pulsed through her being calling for release. A word of power, hands slapped together, and the fury of the storm was unleashed.. A sound as if an explosive crack sent a bolt of lighting forth from the magical wooden staff to fly through the air and stab into the body of Ironclaw who was moving once more towards another round of combat with Cor. Though the stout dwarf was staggered he did not seem harmed as the bolt of lighting continued past him. As the lance of light reached the now confused grease covered Derro caught in the mud, the bolt seemed to dip as if aimed by hand, striking a pool of thick grease. Within not even seconds the grease exploded in flame causing all Derro trapped to catch fire. Cries of pain and anguish coming in such a confused tone was music to Sirene’s ears. Perhaps her Goddess watched her even now.
With the sudden grease fire alight, the exploding cloud of smoke was thick enough to cause the heavy crossbow armed Derro an inability to target the party and the dwarves fighting with them. Though they could not target, they could still fire and thanks to the thick smoke all the bolts missed this round.
For Cor facing the once honorable Ironclaw the fact that this fight would only end in death was a sad conclusion. His mind and heart both as cold as ice the dwarf Knight Cleric moved once more to a meeting of blades. Suddenly Ironclaw was enveloped by a coat of lightening, the force causing both dwarves to be pushed apart and almost on their knee’s. Cor having taken no damage from the blast moved forward to the attack. His axes lashing out he was able to gain upon Ironclaw a light wound as the dwarf rolled away instead of trying to stand and fight. Rolling far enough to stand once more the traitor dwarf stood once more and charged.
For the three surviving dwarves from those having entered the room with Ironclaw and the party, only 2 remained, the third having been killed this round. Though they were fighting well, holding the two Derro they faced from the party, they were lossing. Slowly taking hit after hit and unable to return the pain, the Derro's armor just to thick to breach, in only a few seconds they would fall.
(OOC: OK my apologies for such a LONG wait all I can say to my defense is I have no excuse but to say I’m sorry and I will try not to let it be this long of a wait again. Will have a modified map up by weds. Ok next post on the 23rd and once more GAME ON!!)
Posted on 2020-02-10 at 22:33:12.
Edited on 2020-02-18 at 16:36:57 by TannTalas
Arandur had little time to smile grimly at his latest victory as with no warning pain blossomed like an angry rose across his back. His thin lips curled into a furious snarl and a growl erupting from deep within his throat, he spun swiftly around to face his new assailant, mentally thanking the Gods for granting him the luck to avoid serious injury. The elf's emerald cat-like eyes fell upon the slain dwarf the Derro had just dispatched and though Arandur did not harbour any great love for dwarven kind, he still felt anger and sorrow casting a darkened cloak over his heart. The dwarf was an innocent and a brave and steadfast warrior doing his duty to his kingdom and Arandur was determined not to let the dwarf's death be in vain.
Adjusting the grip on his twin rapiers to allow for a better and more firm hold, he once again spread his feet into his battle stance, his position as strong as a deeply rooted tree. Holding the left rapier horizontal across the front of his sternum to block the Derro's assault, he swiftly brought the right down, aiming for the foul creature's jugular on his neck, hoping for a swift victory by severing the artery.
Posted on 2020-02-19 at 17:00:50.
Edited on 2020-02-19 at 17:02:21 by dragon-soul92
Seeing most of the Derro near to hand dealt with Lothor again pulled out the great bow Anduril's Blood. He wanted to target the crossbowmen across the flaming grease, but the same dmoke that seemed to give them pause also delayed the big fighter. He would target what he could.
(OOC: The plan for Lothor is
1. If he can see he will target the Derro crossbowmen, starting on the right and moving left.
2. If the smoke prevents a decent shot he will target those in the burning grease. He will target those closest to escaping the grease first.)