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by waysoftheearth » Fri May 21, 2010 10:07 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
The fountain chamber is a riotous flood of churning melee -- yellow lantern and torch-lights bob chaotically in the gloom as water gushes from the broken basin and the tenticale demon flings chilling splashes madly about!
(Initiative is rolled; Caine 1d6=6(+1), Olaf 1d6=6, Anwyn 1d6=4(+1); Crystin 1d6=3, Mads 1d6=2(+1), The Foe 1d6=3, Dieter 1d6=1(+1), Victor 1d6=2, Taines and Ulric are last after changing gear)
Caine is no sooner landed than leaping nimbly again, slashing about with a gleaming blade in each hand (1d20=13) and striking (left handed) as he artfully avoids a counter-swipe, inflicting (1dd=6) just 1 hit-point of damage -- his knife-thrust seems to pass too easily through the monsterous corpus. Almost as quickly, Olaf drives his sword into the neck of the rising tentacle (1d20=19), carving a viscious slash through its watery form for (2dd=1,6) 3 hit-points of damage.
From the door arch, Anwyn is still looking for a safe chance to let fly her arrow (1d6=1) but dares not fire into the tumult.
As the monstrous tentacle draws back to strike, malevolently hissing "You payssss for thisss!" , Crystin jumps onto the rim of the basin flailing her maces in wide arcs, (1d20=17) and manages to catch the monster with her left handed attack causing an intemperate splash and (1dd=4) for another 4 hit-points of damage just as Olaf physically jams his shield arm into the thick neck of the beast.
Mads sees the monster rising over his shoulder, and turns from his work breaking up the statue to swing broadly at the rearing monstrosity -- but just as his slashing axe should have hit home, the monster vanishes with a torturous squeal, leaving only water behind and his hard-honed blade catches nothing but droplets of ordinary water in mid air. The entire volume of water then immediately falls to ground with another almighty splash!
Dieter, Ulric, Victor and Taines pause momentarily, their weapons all poised to strike -- but their target is suddenly gone.
There is a moment of confused silence.
The party find themselves alone, soaked to the skin, and standing in inches of ebbing water. The watery demon has vanished. The statue is toppled. The basin is cracked open, and the majority of the water has run out into the gloomy, now flooded chamber...
"Well, what do you know?" snorts Victor, between heavy breaths. And then spits.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]