OOC: Garel, your staff lands in A6. Jorn, I think your glitterdust wore off in Round 6 (3 rounds duration, right?), so the Flameskull is un-blinded now.


Now it appeared that everyone was blinded, not just the skull. But even that changed, as the glittering dust that filled its eye-sockets faded and vanished. Triumphant and vindictive, it rotated down and gave Jorn both blasts from its eye rays. "Die!" [Flameskull: fire rays, touch attacks 16 and 25, fire damage 6 and 4, total damage 10 @ Jorn]

Round 7:



G: Gurgun
G: Garel
S: Slove
J: Jorn

F: Flameskull: critically damaged, effects - fast healing, blur (20% miss), +20ft

Effects:

Ceiling is 20 feet high

Blue is water, 40 feet below

Exhausted: An exhausted character moves at half speed and takes a –6 penalty to
Strength and Dexterity.

Initiative:
14 - Flameskull
11 - Slove
 7 - Gurgun
 6 - Garel
21 - Jorn
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Gurgun once more slips as he fires the sling, and marvels at his sudden clumsiness.

OOC: Rolled 3 this time... hooray.

Jorn howls in pain as the flames sear his flesh, swinging his chain wildly in retaliation. In his pain and haste, hurt and weakened by the skull's magic, the dwarf failed to hit;

21:18, Today: Jorn Brightcaller rolled 13 using 1d20+5. Spiked Chain Attack.

"Garel..." he managed to call, rubbing his wounds.

OOC: What is with the dice roller...

Mid-Round Update:

Initiative:
14 - Flameskull
11 - Slove
 7 - Gurgun
6 - Garel
21 - Jorn

Slove fires another group of arrows hoping that slowly the skull will fall appeart.

OOC:
Please see dice roler.
Two hits one doing 9 other 5 (can't copy and past at moment - don't know why)

Mid-Round Update:

Both arrows struck the skull, the first smashing off a chunk, the other glancing off. But it was clear that the undead was in a sorry state, cracked and crumbling to pieces. [Slove: miss 75, 35, success. After DR, damage 4]

Updates:

Flameskull: critically damaged, effects - fast healing, blur (20% miss), +20ft

Initiative:
14 - Flameskull
11 - Slove
 7 - Gurgun
6 - Garel
21 - Jorn

Methodically murderous and with nothing to lose, the flameskull turned to face Jorn and gave the enlarged dwarf both blasts with its eye rays. Each struck dead in the chest, and green fire erupted around, burning beard and flesh alike. Jorn staggered, nearly floored by the blast. [Flameskull: fire rays, touch attacks 22 and 17, damage 6 and 4, total 10, Jorn is Staggered at 0 hp]


Round 8:



G: Gurgun
G: Garel
S: Slove
J: Jorn

F: Flameskull: critically damaged, effects - fast healing, blur (20% miss), +20ft

Effects:

Ceiling is 20 feet high

Blue is water, 40 feet below

Exhausted: An exhausted character moves at half speed and takes a –6 penalty to
Strength and Dexterity.

Initiative:
14 - Flameskull
11 - Slove
 7 - Gurgun
 6 - Garel
21 - Jorn
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Slove lets of two more arrows.

OOC
18:40, Today: Slove rolled 7 using 1d8+3. damage.
18:39, Today: Slove rolled 10 using 1d8+3. damage.
18:39, Today: Slove rolled 21 using 1d20+9. Attack with arrow.
18:39, Today: Slove rolled 21 using 1d20+9. Attack with arrow.

Slove nocked two arrows to his bow and let them fly. The shafts sped side-by-side, directly towards the skull. It turned, had enough time to whisper "Curses!" before both arrow-heads embedded themselves in each eye-socket. The skull exploded, in a burst of green flame and shattered bone fragments. [Slove: miss chances 56, 53, both hit. Total damage after DR: 7. Flameskull is destroyed!]

As pieces rained down from the sky with a clutter, they could hear triumphant cries from the other room.  Without their leader, the army was beginning to have some success now against the undead hordes.


OOC: Battle's over!

Garel help Jorn before he falls! Slove and Gurgun will kill all dead-that-walk coming here.
Gurgun makes sure the double doors leading to the bridge are closed securely before rushing over to the opening leading to the great hall, ready to strike at any undead venturing close, and to see how his (former) companions are doing.

Garel goes to the side of the dwarf, taking a look at his numerous wounds. "You win, Jorn. You scored the best hits.", he says in a sarcastic tone.

Then, he continues: "I was so upset by not being able to throw something at this thing that I didn't notice your state. Your dwarf sturdiness was not here to help me." He reaches for Jorn's forehead with one hand, and recites his last prayer to heal his companion.

And nothing happens.

Garel whispers to Jorn: "Just try to imagine you just got healed some. It helps sometimes. I can't heal anymore today, sorry."

---

ooc: Last spell is a domain spell: I can't use it to heal.

Gurgun has one potion left. Take it.

Gurgun hands out a small vial (CLW).

Slove walks up to dwarf.
"Have little elven magic my old dwarf friend."
Slove touches the dwarf.

OOC:
11:01, Today: Slove rolled 4 using 1d8+1. clw.
my charactor sheet say I have one left but that mybe mistake.
I also have cure (1hp) spells so use one of them if not.

As the flames seared through the armor Jorn's composure finally cracked. The dwarf actually went down on one knee, his breathing ragged. When the skull exploded the wizard managed a faint cheer, before slowly moving to lean against the nearest wall, his spell ending as his shrunk back to normal size;

"I...can try," he gasped at Garel, trying to focus despite the pain and exhaustion from the spells disorientating his mind. As the healing healing from Slove spreads through his body the dwarf gives a sigh of relief;

"Ah...yer have my utmost thanks Slove. Nary a dwarf have a better friend before. Good thing we had you're bow eh?"

He shakes his head at the potion though, preferring to stand under his own strength now that most of his burns were healed (or at least, covered up)

"I'm fine enough, Gurgun. M'thanks for the offer. Keep the potion, yer own wounds need healing as well. Besides, I have my own," he added, indicating a small blue vial in his belt.

He stares out of the window, a large grin spreading over his face at the sounds of victory;

"But we won, didn't we? Haha! We won!"

In the other room, the orcs, hobgoblins and other adventurers were handily dispatching the last of the undead army. It had been a hard battle, with many dead or maimed, but ultimately a victory. That still left the lich himself and the rest of his forces, and who knew what and how many those would be?


OOC: Spot checks please.

Slove quickly picks up what arrows are useful again.
The he heads out look at rest of the battle.  His keen eye taking in all around.

OOC
09:47, Today: Slove rolled 27 using 1d20+7. spot.

Garel retreives his staff from the ground and reports his attention to the battle at hand.

---

13:45, Today: Garel Astur rolled 23 using 1d20+3. spot.

Gurgun bloodshot gaze darts this way and that.

OOC: Rolled 12 (5)

Jorn leans against the wall, catching his breath, just as Flit begins squeaking at him;



08:22, Today: Jorn Brightcaller rolled 7 using 1d20-2. Jorn Spot.
08:22, Today: Jorn Brightcaller rolled 18 using 1d20-2. Jorn Listen.
08:21, Today: Jorn Brightcaller rolled 21 using 1d20+8. Familiar Listen.
08:21, Today: Jorn Brightcaller rolled 28 using 1d20+8. Familiar Spot.

Flit and Slove noticed it first. The shattered fragments of the skull, no longer flaming, had been scattered across the room after it had exploded. They'd thought it destroyed for good. And yet, slowly but surely, the pieces were sliding across the floor, each approaching the nearest that fitted to it. They locked together, fused, and became one, while microscopic wisps of bone dust filled in the cracks.

The skull was reassembling itself.


OOC: You estimate that it would be complete in about an hour.

OOC: Anyone care to react to this? Else you're going to have to fight the skull all over again. ;)

Slove start by going over to large peace of skull and using his sword smashing it.
To see if this slows the process down.

"Anybody got any ideas?"
He asks

Slove smashed the small pieces as best he could, but it had a habit of skittering about the floor. And even after he shattered it, again, it slowly began to reform.

"It dead now! Leave it!" one of the orcs protested, as he wandered into the room and happened on the scene.

Gurgun scarmbles over to Slove Gurgun think try fire or holy water; Orc! Bring a torch! The hobgoblin commands.

The orc hurried off to fetch a burning brand, which had been readied for disposing of the dead and undead alike.


OOC: Knowledge (Religion) checks please. I don't think anyone rolled one when you first encountered the Flameskull, but if you did, you can recycle that if you want.