Erdthar, Falk and Pello unleash a couple of devastating attacks upon the beast, nearly slashing him apart and flaming him up.

Feeling the devastating blow unleashed upon him the creature quickly realizes that this meal is simply not worth it. It turns and tries to make its way to the North West corridor, heading for the doorway into an adjacent room.

 
Creature has turned and is headed north east
Enemy: -58hp

Erdthar followed the retreating creature, swinging mightily at its snakelike back.

OOC:
14:30, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 25 using 1d8+19. Damage (2-hand +PA5).
14:28, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 19 using 1d20+8. Attack (PA5).

Falk immediately assesses the intended meal. If he's alive, Falk casts cure minor wounds on the... thing.

Quindil gives chase as the creature tries to run away.

OOC:
Quindil Liahstia rolled 14 using 1d20+10. Attack Roll.

However, running, he fails to get an accurate hack at the thing.

Seeing the creature fleeing, Pello ambles down the corridot.

OOC: move 20 feet west

Erdthar hacks into teh creature as it gets to the doorway in the north west section. The beast falls to the ground with a thud.

looking beyond into the next room: Dark filled with stone rubble strewn all about the floor, it apears that the north wall of this room has colapsed. It would seem that the Grick was making an escape into the rubble or that which must lay beyound.

I will get a map soon

Erdthar hacks into the fallen monster a few more times, just to make sure.  Then, he steps past the bleeding mess and looks over the room beyond.

Quindil glances around the room that Erdth enters but because of the dark, can't see much.  He goes back to where the combat was raging a moment ago to recover his discarded torch.

Got a map, just not how i want it but oh well

Erdthar hacks into the fleeing beast and then steps into the room.

There are a large amount of barrels on racks in the center of this room. The ceilings are about 15' high and the barrel racks go to the ceiling. There is another door near the northwest and the northern wall has completely collapsed, revealing the tunnel beyond and some. As the earth that once set upon the stone walls has collapsed under its own weight.


I dont know why the creature is still on the map, but he is not really there, he is dead.
http://im1.shutterfly.com/proc...100Acs2zhs1YsWQPbz4U

"Barrels and barrels and more barrels."  Erdthar looked over the room.  "Probably not full of monkeys though."

Peeking his head through the door, Pello disagrees "With this crazy dungeon I wouldn't be too sure, Erd."

Quindil goes over to the barrels and inspects them, looking for some sort of identifying marks, to perhaps discern the original source of them.
Taking 20 on a search check, total 29

Quindill looks closer at the barrels. They seem to have at one time been used to store liquid goods. Probably ale or wine.

They all seem to be empty except one. One of them when tapped on lightly with a fingure sounds as if it has something inside it still. The others seem hollow as if whatever was in there some how evaporated.

"One huh?" Erdthar looked at the offending barrel with a scowl.  "Gotta be something in there that will bite us in the ass."

Erdthar eyes the barrel with a bit of concern.


OoC: what is th eplan of action? wheer too?

"Maybe there's some full barrels in this room back here."
Quindil opens the door to the northwest and inspects the room.

The team opens the door into the northwest room. A massive amount of dust flies out from the room and the sound of air rushing out of it can be heard.

once the dust settles, peering inside, the room looks as though it has not been touched in centuries. Boxes in the far corner are nicely stacked and there are a few barrles sitting with their tops sealed on. Other than not being touched in a very long time the room seems rather uninteresting.

The rubble pile does not make its way into this room, only out into the hall and beyound where the grick was heading.

"Feh, nothing to see here."
Quindil heads out to see what lies beyond the ruined rubble.

Quindil carefully heads out into the north hallway. He climbs over a bit of the rubble pile not haveing too much dificulty, but once on it he realizes how dangerous it is, pitfalls everywhere between boulders. The boulders are stacked against eachother into a high pile about 10' high or so for the most part. In between the boulders the dark voids can not be pierced by his vision, giving him a gloomy feeling that something is stalking him from below.

He nearly reaches the edge of the pile, going east, when out of one of the black voids spring four slithering tenticles. The tenticles reach up and grab around Quindil's legs (19,11,19,19 3 hits and a miss) . Each one of them tries to pull him down into the rubble pile.(Strength vs tentacles 11 vs Q's 13, 10 vs Q's 16. 13 vs Q's 9) (damage from fall -1hp)

He fights off the first two tenticles but the third one is strong enough to pull him down into the darkness and out of sight from the others.

The others move closer to the pile to see if they can help get Quindil back.

Quindil: -1hp
Quindill is in the northeast corner of the rubble pile.

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"I didn't see that one coming.." Pello says, saucer-eyes fixed on the rubble pile as he slowly backs away.

"Let's find another way out of this room, what say you?"

Quindil quickly assesses the situation and decided getting the hell out would be the best choice.

OOC: Not sure if I can do this, but it seems like a logical progression...

He attempts to wriggle free of his attacker and climb back out the hole.

Rolls:08:06, Today: Quindil Liahstia rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Climb Check.
08:06, Today: Quindil Liahstia rolled 23 using 1d20+9. Escape Artist check.

The room is silent when suddenly Quindils hands can be seen grasping for the rocks above him. A low pitched growl follows by what seems to be a boot hitting something rather hard.

Quindil kicks the beast off of him and pulls himself up out of the rubble pile. The creature slithers away further under the pile after being kicked in the jaw.

Pello was already on his way out the door, when Quindil makes his return. The gnome spins around, surprised, but then plasters a smile on

"Oh.. you're alive. I mean, thank goodness you're alive. Hey, Erd, help him get out of that rubble."

"Just so ya knows, there's another one of them tentacly monster things down there.  In case you wanted to go make a friend or something."

OOC:Is it possible to cross the rubble pile without, you know, being attacked by a tentacled monster?  Or, at least, to cross without falling into a black pit but still possibly be attacked by a tentancly monster?

OoC: Balance 15

"huh..."
Erdthar grasps Quindil's wrist and gives a heave to help him out of the hole.

"Probably good loot there, but not likely to be what we're after."

"Thanks for the hand...as I said, there's something down there.  I'm curious to see what's on the other side here tho.

Balance Check: 28

Quindil moves across the broken rubble quickly and carefully, keeping a wary eye out for another ambush.

Quindil Liahstia rolled 28 using 1d20+9. Balance Check.

Quindill gets out of the rubble and the group, well they regroup. And plan for the next corse of action.

The group goes about exploring the rest of this level, so far other than a few barrels, some books in the northeast room, and the dead dwarf in the middle of teh floor, nothing seems to be very interesting.

The dead dwarf is a bit of a bother, it is not that old of a body, it wouldnt be a corpse that was here from centuries past, but looks more like an explorer, perhaps from the group that Korenth was with earlier. Korenth, what happened to him anyway, he was probably eaten by a flaming skull or possibly a grick. Vespian has also gone missing for quite some time, the last you remember of her she was checking out an odd scent that she could smell, hopefully she will turn up later.

The group find an exit to the outside, the tunnel that heads west heads on for a while when it comes to a massive set of open wood doors. the group heads to the doors and looks outside to the nights sky. they remiain there for a few minutes enjoying the frewsh air before they decide to get back on with their mission. Find the helm of Brattor, which must be located in the lower levels somewhere.

So the group heads............

Map

"Our ascent towards the heavens has found nothing.  It is clear to me that we must travel to the bowels of this accursed mountain that the decent Gods have abandoned.  However, I am no cartographer and cannot suggest a path down."

"Well, there was a couple of levels below us, that we pretty much just breezed through. Wanna examine them probably, or should we just head straight to the bottom?"

He taps his head

"Whatever the case, I believe I remember the way."

"My suggestion would be to head to the bottom.  If I were to hide a relic, I'd either put it at the top of the tower, and we've already checked there, or the bottom of the basement."

The group seems to come up with a plan. They head back down stairs using the staircase that they came up on.


They get down the starirs, near where they fough the flying skullz.

OoC: disregard the player placements, this is an old mapr from before

"Where we go from here, I am uncertain.  Perhaps one secret passage begets another?"

Quindil begins a thorough search of this level, looking for secret passages or other hidden delights.  He starts by looking around the two tapestries.  Taking 20 on search check yields 29.

"There was stairs leading further down in the chamber below." Pello enlightens.

"Let's just hope we don't wake mister quest-giver again."

"I'm always in favor of going down."  Erdthar agrees.  "That reminds me - where Is Vespian?"

"Oh sure, take the easy route.  Stairs...bah."
Quindil knocks on the wall behind the tapestry.  It sounds distinctly solid.
"Then again, maybe we should take the stairs."
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"Lets get going then."  And Erdthar leads the way, down the stairs.

"Righto."
Quindil falls in behind Erdth.

*Ponders to self for a moment,*
"Who am I and how did I get this way?"

Quindil offers his universal answer...
"I blame the gnome."

"He probably burned something."

A ruselling of noise can be heard coming from the lower portion of the spiral staircase. Sound sound seems to come from down below the area where you once fought the troll like demon.

Quindil waves his allies quiet as he concentrates on the noise.  Giving hand signals telling them to be quiet (and hoping they understand them), he sneaks down the stairs to investigate further.

Taking 10 on Move Silently (if allowed) for a 19

*Laughs at Quindil's and Erdthar's comments while focusing her thoughts to stay within the confines her head*

Quindil makes his way down the stairs; he passes the room with the demon’s dusty corpse in it and then continues downward. He continues on with the others a bit behind him. The stairway darkens as they head lower; this section of stairway goes on and on for what seems like ever. Finally, guessing you descended over 200’, you reach another room, the stairs still go down from here as well.

Nothing is in this room but the stairs continue down, looking down the lower level from here the stairway is flickering with lights.

Listening down one can hear a murmuring voice.

OOC: Can I tell either the language or the species doing the speaking?
Concentrating on the talking, Quindil creeps closer trying to get a look at the conversers.


Hide: 10
Move Silently: 17

02:19, Today: Quindil Liahstia rolled 17 using 1d20+9. Move Silently Check.
02:19, Today: Quindil Liahstia rolled 10 using 1d20+9. Hide Check.

"kill?"  Erdthar asks hopefully  "I'm hungry and that demon was inedible"

Quindil listens carefully, but the voice is too garbled to make any sense of it.

Slowly and quietly he proceeds down the last flight of stairs. Upon reaching the bottom he sees that the area opens up into a wide hallway that goes on forward for quite a while. The hall way is flickering with light that comes from an unseen room. The voice is now louder but still can’t be understood, it seems like mumbling.


OoC: map coming soon and I am waiting on a response from Vesp

Quindil sneaks back up and delivers his report.
"Stairs go a looong ways down.  I'm guessing 200 feet or more.  There's something at the bottom, but can't tell what or who is making noise down there.  Sounds like they're chanting or mumbling, perhaps.  Maybe some sort of religious ceremony or cult.  Recommend proceeding with maximum caution and firepower."

After this, Quindil prepares to head back down the stairs, this time with the rest of his group.

"I'll spin up a fireball." Pello grins, and follows.

*Still refocusing from the sudden expansion of her awareness and the struggle to regain her center of being, she telepathically reaches back out to her old friends, hoping that they are not to far away to her thoughts again,"

"This is bad, the absolute worst we have crossed blades with yet,, but so far,, I only see one of them, so hopefully the advantage is ours. That is if Pello can keep quiet and not set off any loud explosions that may warn the demom..,"

Vespian lets her emotions sit for a moment, then adds to her missive.

There is no shame in turning away and coming back another day. If it wasn't to late for me, I would turn and depart with haste. Well, that and I can't necessarily leave without taking the helm of Brattor off it's unworthy Head!...or die, most gloriously trying..

Then, with a small smile, she allows herself the luxury of a memory of her younger years when she was one with, happy with her sisters. Her growing smile wakens as well does her natural claws, talons and wings.

Free Action #1-Telepathic Thought #1

Free Action #2-Telepathic Thought #2

Action- Use of Feat: Quick Change: Natural Form

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Quindill and the group move down closer to the murmering voice. While Vespian inspects from her position.


The murmering is not understandable, no matter how many launguages one speaks they can not determine what exactly is being said.

But Vespian from her position realizes that something is happening with the murmers, probablly something bad.

The creature that now wears the helm is large, rather large, Sunlight shines down on the shrine lighting up both the room and the hallways.

Whats next? The creature is too busy to notice Vespian at this point, but she has done little more than stick her head around the corner.

ooC" Falk is on the map, but i dont think he is presently with us. So if he is not, he makes for nothing more than cannon fodder.

Falk is quiet, but getting restless and irritable, and is dragging his heels a little.

Quindil moves up to meet Vespian and speaks in a hushed tone...
"Good to see you again.  So what're we up against?  Somethin scaly and demonic I hope...I've had enough of those undead."

"With my luck, it is probably completely immune to fire." Pello grumbles silently.

Quindil and the others move up to Vespian’s position and take a look down the long hallway before them. The hallway starts off to be around 8’ wide but then expands both outward and upward, up so high that no one can make out the actual ceiling. A beautiful rug runs from the doorway to a tomb that is placed in the center of a large room. The tomb in the center is flanked by four large columns that shoot up to an unseen ceiling. Bright sunlight shines down from above.

A large winged creature stands before the tomb, the Helm of Brattor rest upon its head. From here the Helm looks to be quite marvelous, adorned with gems and inlaid with gold.  Long cheek and neck guards sparkling as the sunlight reflects of the inlaid gems.

The creatures stops murmuring as four sets of legs begin to form from its abdomen, a scream comes from the creature and then it yells in a beautiful feminine voice. ”The Thrall is mine!” Then ringing through everyone’s head you hear the same voice, but in a much softer tone ”there is nothing you can do to stop me my dear.” As she rings that statement through your heads she turns and continues to transform. The eight legs reach out of her abdomen followed by a bestial head. Watching in horror you realize that she is not transforming but something is coming out of her, she twist her neck when finally a large eight legged creature screams out at you. There are now two creatures, she has returned to medium size, and she is beautiful, she looks a lot like Vespian, only a bit more beautiful. Her eyes shine green as she smiles and flaps her wings. She points to Vespian as she starts to ascend. ”Sister, you should not have betrayed us, your blood will be a feast for my pet here. And your friends will make lovely slaves in the Abyss. Eternity they will suffer for your betrayal.” It is now obvious that this woman is the same as Vespian. She flaps her wings and takes off upward and out of sight. Leaving her pet to devour you all!


The Demon Woman:

Her pet:

Initiative is needed.
Enemy: 19
You all are gathered around Vespian

"So guys.. what do you say we retreat back to a point where the thing can't squeeze through, and let Vespian fly up and get that Helm for us. Because, I know I can't fly after the helm, and I'd rather not tangle with that monster without good reason."

20:09, Today: Pello Flarne rolled 21 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
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Falk hefts his battleaxe.

"finally!"he grumbles.

Falk Zumbe rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Initiative.

Vespian nods at Quindil,
"Demonic? Some would say so...,look out for globes of darkness, possible demoralization and potentialy irrististable promises of raputre and ecstasy unknown in the mortal world,, *smiles* but most of her advantages can be overcome by numbers. 

Vespian then visually measures Pello, estimating his weight.

17:01, Today: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 12 using 1d20. Untrned skl chk, estimate Pello weight. Any chance for a WIs or Int bonus?

16:48, Today: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 13 using 1d20+4. Initiative.
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Quindil eyes up the prospective opponents...
"I do not want to tangle with that directly.  I think that's Erdth's job."
He takes another look.
"Also...I might be wrong, but I don't think it can fit through this door...might want to keep that in mind.

He then calmly but cautiously enters the room, keeping a wary eye on the creature.

Moving in approx 20 feet, staying close to the right wall.
Quindil Liahstia rolled 22 using 1d20+3. Init.

Initiative:
Quindil: 22  -28 hp unless saved
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13


Quindil steps past Vespian and slowly heads into the room. The large beast at first does not seem to take notice of him, when suddenly it turns quickly and proceeds towards Quindil’s location.

The beast rears up snapping its four large claws before it. The snapping of the claws drives straight into Qindil’s nerves, nearly causing him to lose his kool, but he hangs on to it as his sword is drawn.

The succubus woman heads higher to the ceiling as you hear her yell out. ”Kill them, kill them all now, and take them home with you!”

Upon her command the beast responds. Blackened eyes turn colors into a deep transparent blue. They shine for a moment and then suddenly a ray blast forth from the eyes and heads straight for Quindil. The ray barley hits Quindil, but when it does it nearly turns him into ice….. (14 Touch, hits. -28 cold damage reflex 18 for ½)

As the icy ray blast Quindil the woman’s laugh from above echoes through the hall!


OoC: #2 is the Sucubus and she is way up somewhere in the ceiling.

Quindil Liahstia rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Reflex Save.

The shock of the frost nearly takes Quindil out of the fight.  He stumbles back and refocuses on the enemy, preparing for another attack.

Total Defense for 1 round, 17 touch AC

Pello looks like he is ready to charge into the chamber. Then again, he doesn't want to do so without support.

Delaying my action until someone else moves.

Falk moves forward 20 ft, raises his hands in the air and looks at the succubus. He drops his arms and starts a shout "Incommunic-" which rapidly drops down to a whisper at the end of the word.

Cast silence on the Succubus

After Quindil takes a frosty hit Falk moves in and cast a spell upon the flying woman.

She was mid sentence when suddenly the words stopped coming from her mouth. She look down upon Falk very angry. Falk smiles when he starts to hear her voice inside his head. "You have silinced me for now, but i will silence you forever!!!!

OoC:Myth -DM- rolled 24 using 1d20+5 spell resist

Vespian steps 30 feet through the doorway and casts upon the summoned creature. "DOOM!"

17:12, Today: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 4 using 1d20+3. Doom (W S DC 16 Negates) (1d20+3 For Res.
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Move Action- Normal Movement
Action- Cast Doom

"Oh well, it is after all why we came here..."  Erdthar charges the large beast, hoping others keep the flying demonic babe off his back.

14:20, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 11 using 1d20+10. Charge attack (Power attack 5, 2-hands).

Unfortunately, his inept charge is botched badly.

OOC:
I roll more 1's...

Pello is right on Falk's heels, and raises his hands, already starting to cast a spell, before Falk is quite finished.

"Pyro Explosio Arata. Actoros!"

A small bead of fire whips from Pello's finger, and impacts with the Succubus, creating a satisfactory explosion.

"Whohoo! Can you take the heat?"

Pello dances a little jig. Badly.

OOC: Move forward 15 ft, cast fireball.
21 damage, DC 19 for half
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More mid round action because I am waiting for a response so here goes a lucky twisted piece of faith.

The fight finally comes to life as everyone enters the room.

Erdthar blast out in a charge.....He takes two steps when the world around him slows to nothing, completely stopped....He foresees in his mind's eye that his angle of attack is slightly off and that his swing will go wild. The veteran warrior mentally adjusts his posture and grip... as time starts to move again and the chaos continues…the orc continues in stride with a new clarity.

so I am giving you a re-roll and taking the 11 as it stands for your init. Good luck on the reroll bro.

Initiative:
Quindil: 22  -28 hp unless saved
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13
Erdthar: 11

Quindil: 22  -28 hp
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13
Erdthar: 11 -37 hp

Succubus: -9 hp
Retriever:

The battle begins to rage.

Quindil stumbles a bit and then takes defensive action.

Pello launches a fireball toward the succubus and the fire sets a blaze (Pello made Sr with 23)

With Erdthar in front of it the retriever lets lose a barrage of attacks with its claws. All four of the claws rake into Erdthar causing him to bleed badly. (23, 23, 28, 32. -37 hp) The creature does not speak it just looks down and stares at Erdthar.

The Succubus looks down to Falk and speaks inside his mind ”I suggest that you use that weapon against your little firey friend there, otherwise my pet will destroy you!” She smiles, knowing that no one can hear her other than Falk. Cast Suggestion upon Falk, DC: will 21

Falk silences the Succubus

Vespian cast a spell upon the retriever and soon realizes that it is immune to mind influencing effects such as fear.

Erdthar………… swings his axe

Death looks eminent for the group if they are not to change their tactics and start killing shit.



OoC: seriously, you all need to pull out the stops. I warned you that it was going to be tougher than your average fight, but the rewards will pay off ten fold, if you live. Time to change up some tactics.

Pello pales as he sees the ferocious monster claw into Erdthar.

"Hell, if I'm staying down here!" he says to no one in particular, and quickly pulls a scroll from his bandoleer. Quickly reciting the spell on the scroll, he throws the now blank scroll away, and then levitates 20 feet into the air.

Falk Zumbe rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Will Save

Falk looks up at the flying gnome, then glances at his battleaxe. He then shrugs and moves up to the big bad beastie. "I Curse you!" He shouts.

Falk Zumbe rolled 23 using 1d20+5. melee touch attack.

And he does; he touches the beast and then says "Indecisiveness!"

Falk Zumbe rolled 17 using 1d20+5. SR?.

Will Save DC 16 negates

Curse: "Each turn, the target has a 50% chance to act normally; otherwise, it takes no action"

OOC: Sorry, am currently on nightshift and doing some overtime, so I haven't had much time.

Quindil moves in to attack the oversized crab-monster-of-doom-thingy.

Moving to the right side of the monster.

Quindil Liahstia rolled 21 using 1d20+10. Attack Roll.

Quindil Liahstia rolled 9 using 1d8+4. Damage?

"Let the dance Begin. You Bitch!"
Vespian takes off in flight, charging up ad towards their flying opponent
Vesp will use her turn to fly and close the distance between herself and the Succubi

His charge failing in miserable failure, Erd nonetheless stands his ground and swings away at the threat.


OoC:
16:33, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 26 using 1d20+6. Attack 1, PA 5.
16:35, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 19 using 1d8+12. Damage Attack 1.

Axe crit is x3, so a crit is an extra 2d8+24 if it confirms
16:33, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 18 using 1d20+6. Confirm Crit.
16:35, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 31 using 2d8+24. Crit Damage .

16:33, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Attack 2, PA 5.
16:36, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 13 using 1d8+12. Damage Attack 2.

Quindil: 22  -48 hp Down!
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13
Erdthar: 11 -49 hp

Succubus: -9 hp
Retriever: -59hp

Death on wings it would seem.

Quindil takes his chances as he stays in the fight dealing some damage to the large beast. He dodges right and stabs out with his sword. The blade gets past the creatures hard skin, cutting it open a bit.

Pello takes his chances with the winged vixen above him as he reads the last spell from a scroll found earlier in his career. The parchment turns to dust as Pello lifts up into the air. Although, he doesn’t have much control of his movement other than up and down. Up looks ok, but down is looking bad.

The “pet” sees Quindil approaching and lashes out at him with his legs. The first three legs barley misses the elf, but the fourth and final leg hits home, hard. The retriever’s claw pierces into Quindils stomach nearly taking his insides out as the creature pulls back his claw. ( 32 confirmed crit. -20hp) Quindil quivers for a minute as he sees his insides ripped open he then falls to the floor, as he bleeds out.

The retriever after felling Quindil strikes out with its jaw and bites Erdthar near the shoulder. It tries to pick the orc up but Erdthar jerks away from the beast tearing his own flesh with the beast’s mouth. (21 hit, -12 HP) Erdthar reels from the pain as he bleeds badly.

The winged Vixen looks on as Vespian approaches on the wing. She speaks inside Vespian’s head ”My sister I pity you for such weak slaves. They are not to my liking. Perhaps we can bargain a deal?” She smiles as she wiggles her fingers and nose. Vespian starts to feel a bit of an attraction to the evil women. (Cast Charm Monster. Will DC:  20. Veps gets a +5 because of combat. Vesp rolled 25!) Vespian knows that the woman is trying to turn her, but Vespian can do nothing but smile as the wicked women screams out. ”You and your slaves will die!”

Falk ignores the orders that he was given from the winged witch as he moves forward and curses at the large beast. The curse works and may even be that which saves Quindil and Erdthar, time will tell.

Vespian keeps the evil vixens spell at bay and is not affected. She closes the distance between the two and she will be face to face with the creature within seconds, make that milliseconds

Erdthar’s eyes turn red as he has nearly bled out, but the orc stops at nothing but victory. He swings and strikes the beast before him shredding upon the tough hide. Erdthar roars as the beast staggers back, it is not dead yet, but it just got a big hurting.

OoC: Way to blast erd! And good luck Vesp had on the save throw. Things are looking better, well not for quin.
Sorry don’t have a map update yet, but everyone is where they said they are.

Looking up, Vespian seems to be handling the Succubus nicely, while below Quindil has fallen. Deciding to lend a bit of fire support, Pello aims at a point behind the Retriever and unleashes a fireball, catching the demon in the edge of the explosion, but leaving his companions unhurt.

OOC: Toast Retriever.
Damage: 17, Reflex save DC 19 for half.

Quindil lies on the floor, staining it with blood.  He makes a feeble attempt to gather his scattered entrails and stuff them back in before blood loss puts an end to his brief adventuring career.

Quindil: 22  -48 hp Down!
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13 -6hp
Erdthar: 11 -49 hp

Succubus: -9 hp
Retriever: -59hp



Vespian closes quickly on her target she doesnt slow down as she approaches but instead runs right into the helmed woman. She smashes into the woman and attempts to latch on. Vespian nearly snatches onto the sucubi when suddenly she feels a warm substance along her face, soon she realizes what the warm substance is as it drains down her face and into the corner of her mouth. The warmth is Vespian's blood. It seems that the sucubi was able to fend off the attack with a lightning fast slashing of her claw across Vespians face.

The two now enter into the dance of death nearly a hundred feet off the deck.

OoC: Grapple failed due to succeful AOA.
27 hit -6hp
You can attempt to start another grapple or make other attack arangments

Back to the battle!
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Falk backs off the Retriever and behind Erd. He casts Endurance on him.

+4 Constitution

Quindil's spirit forsakes its earthly bonds and leaves the material plane, hopefully to make its way towards the Morninglord's House of Nature.

"Argh..............!"  Erdthar foamed at the mouth and stepped in swinging.

OOC:
enter rage:  +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to will saves, -2 to AC
13:55, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 26 using 1d20+13. Attack 1.
14:00, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 17 using 1d8+9. Damage 1.

13:56, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 31 using 1d20+13. Attack 2.
14:00, Today: Erdthar Grimear rolled 10 using 1d8+6. Damage 2.

Rethinking her options.,

"You know,, you got some moves, however,, let me show you a trick mom taught me when you weren't around."

The Falchion flys hard and fast as Vespian swings against the Succubus.

17:17, Wed 06 Aug: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 10 using 2d6+4. potential damage.

Quindil: 22  -48 hp Down!
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13 -6hp
Erdthar: 11 -44 hp (20 temp HP, +4 con from Falk and +4rage)

Succubus: -19 hp
Retriever: dead

Poor poor Quindil lies nearly motionlessly upon the floor. He has some hope as he is breathing, but not very well. Someone needs to do something for the poor guy.

Pello tries his beast to help out the downed elf. He launches one of his toasty fireballs behind the large retriever. The blast hits the creature hard and with its big form it is unable to get out of the way. Erdthar feels the heat but is not damaged by the fireball in anyway.

The retriever goes after Erdthar it swings with its four claws, but only one of the pinchers can connect. (15 hit -15hp)

The succubus lashes out again at Vespian, this time her claws both miss and she hisses through the helm ”you will die my dear!”

Falk cast a spell upon Erdthar that boost his strength and stamina.

Vespian slashes into the vixen woman with her sword and cuts her across the face, the two ladies have nearly matching scars. The sword knocks the helm loose and it plummets to the ground 100’ below.

The vixen woman screams ”NO….. not the Thrall. You have no business with that kind of power, it will destroy you if I don’t first!” He claws raise as she readies to slash Vespian apart.

The helm falls to the floor with a loud clunk as it does so a deep voice rings through the halls ”Sons of Moradin! A lass you have shown yourselves. My eyes are no open and I can see, blast that demon to the hells I say! Blast them now I say!” The voice comes from all over the hall as if it is the hall itself speaking.

As the voice rings, the retriever beast shudders and then visibly shrinks to a much smaller size.

Erdthar in a rage cuts loose on the now smaller beast. His axes cuts deep into the beast and cuts it in half dropping it to the floor in a pile of ashes.

The only threats left in the room are the flying vixen and this unknown voice.

With the demise of the Retriever, and the fall of the helm, Pello quickly descends to the floor and darts over to it.

With a Roar of triumph when his opponent crashed to the ground in a pile of ash, Erdthar looks toward the ceiling and cocks his arm to throw his mighty axe.  He pauses however, and stares up with a tusky smile.

Apprently, he enjoys the view, looking up the skirts the demonic babes.

Falk starts to cast a spell on the succubus, but before he's even halfway done, he can feel the magic being drained by the succubus' powers. His spell is wasted

Casting Blindness
Falk Zumbe rolled 14 using 1d20+5. SR check

Quindil walks serenely towards the House of Lathander.  He is mildly put out to see a note pinned to the door.

Note:

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Back in 10.
          - L

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Somewhat dejected, Quindil sits down on the front steps and waits.

Vespian is startled by the effects her blade had on her opponent

Wow,, that worked? Dang,, you aren't much older then me are you?

She attempts to follow up with another attack but is sorrily lacking this time."

16:51, Today: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Vesp attack.

uindil: 22  -48 hp Down!
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13 -13hp
Erdthar: 11 -44 hp (20 temp HP, +4 con from Falk and +4rage)

Succubus: -19 hp
Retriever: dead

Quindil looks to be in dream land.

Pello descends to the floor and heads over to the fallen helm.

The vixen demon slashes out  at Vespian ”Ohhh I am older sister, much older.” She smiles as her claws slash across Vespian’s face again. The first claw Vespian ducks while in mid air, but the second swing catches her right across the nose. Cutting a chunk from it. (22 hit -7hp)

Falk attempts to fire a spell at the vixen demon, but her spell resistance sets it aside.

Vespain lashes out at her “older sister” but the blood in her eyes causes her to miss the mark.

Erdthar, enjoys the view :)


OoC: Falk, don’t you have a healing spell that you could use on your bro?

Pello considers the helm for a moment, but then grabs it and heads for the exit.

"Ya, well we didn't get paid to beat up stuff. Just to get you."

Oooh, I thought he was dead dead. My bad.

Falk runs over to Quindel and assesses his health. If he's still got a chance at survival, he casts Cure Moderate Wounds spontaneously, dropping Hold Person

Falk Zumbe rolled 15 using 2d8+5. Healing.

Just because your feeble doesn't make you old! And you are pathetic Bitch!

Vespian adds to the verbal taunting as she swings once more.

10:40, Yesterday: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 9 using 2d6+4. damage.
10:39, Yesterday: Vespian St.Brandi rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Vesp attack. 
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Quindil turns around and walks away from the light.  As his spirit re-enters his body, he takes time to note how much more peaceful it was being mostly dead rather than coughing up blood.

Quindil: 22  -48 hp Down!
Pello: 21
Enemy: 19
Falk: 14
Vespian: 13 -13hp
Erdthar: 11 -44 hp (20 temp HP, +4 con from Falk and +4rage)

Succubus: -28 hp
Retriever: dead

Pello snatches up the Helm and heads for the door.

The winged Vixen slashes out at Vespian but both of her claws miss, angering her. "Im not done with you yet, sister."

Falk runs over and heals a few of Quindil's wounds.

Vespian smacks the Vixen and knocks her around a bit as she taunts. After being hit the Vixen scowls at Vespian "We will meet again, I promise!" With that she snaps her fingures and vanishes.

Erdthar continues to enjoy the view.

Pello's trot to the exit slows, and then comes to a halt, as all enemies turns out to have disappeared. Digging into his bags, he pulls out a wand, and tosses it to Falk.

"Alright, let's get those wounds healed up, and get the hells out of here. I've got the helm, and I'm sure there's an ale house in Felbar that's calling for me."

OOC: That's the loot pool's Wand O'Cure Light with 27 charged left in it.

The adventurers grab the helm and make their way out of the complex and off to Felbar or Sundabar.


ooC: any request before we get out of here and back to town or felbar?

Follows the others out the door.

"I could have took her,, yeah,, if I had only charged first."

"Let's get the hell out of here, drop that damn helm off, and find a good inn."
Quindil teeters precariously on his feet.
"I'm too old for this shit."

The group gets themselves outside of the halls without incident. Deciding to go out the top level higher up on the mountain instead of heading back down through the lower levels of the keep. The journey from here will lead you back to Jalanthar, unless you decide to tackle the mountain and go over it back to Sundabar. Although, that would cut out your contact in Jalanthar, Zornun The Warty Magician, who may have a means of getting you back to Felbarr to meet up with Dunbar Gemaxe.

The choice is at hand, Which way to go?

"Let us go back to the inn. I don't feel like climbing mountains."

"Back to Jalanthar then."

The group heads down the mountain and back to jalanthar.

The travel down is much easier than the travel you all head going up. The decent down shadow falls was a bit interesting but went off without too much issue.

After the falls the travel through the valley was nice. Nothing too exciting other than the spotting of a few deer. Although, the adventurers were a bit on edge as the last time the came through here they encountered an odd fey creature. But they make it all most all the way to Horse shoe ridge when they decide to camp for the night.

Camp was nice and the next day you all set out to Jalanthar.



You have now arrived at the river port city of Jalanthar, a small little town

"Alright, let's find Zornun. If we're lucky, he might buy us a beer for the story. At the very least, he can probably get us transport down the river."

"Hell, if we get paid what we should, we could buy the bloody beer.  But let's try it your way first."

You wander down to the docks where you see Zornun dealing with a local river trader.

*sniffs the air*,,
"Seems peaceful, yet I have this strange sense of foreboding,, foreboding and betrayal,,, Nah,, I just need a good cup of Brandy!"

"Hmm.. ya.." Pello replies, somewhat nervously, as he suddenly feels foreboding and betrayal in the air as well. No, probably just a trick of his mind.

Summoning up his usual indomitable spirit, he walks up to Zornun.

"We're back!"

Zornun seems to be in a dispute with one of the river traders. The river trader looks a lot like the barkeep Baughzwerth back in Sundabar, but it is not him.

When Pello calls out Zornun turns around quickly. With his spectacles low on his nose he looks over the group. He looks a bit perplexed. He then looks down to Pello, ”I see that you are back, but for what.” He then turns back to the goat like man and shouts out some orders that no one in the group understands. He then glances back down at Pello and look the gnome over for a min in silence. Suddenly his eyes light up when he realizes who you all are. ”Oh heavens ta Betsy, you’ve made it back.” he holds his finger to his lips as to make the motion of silence. ”Well, let us head back to my place for drinks, it’s been a while since I seen you lads.”

You travel back to his small cabin along the hill side where the chimney smokes.
He leads you into an area that is much larger than the outside of the cabin appears a grand place actually with stone pillars and high ceilings.

His servant brings out some bottles of wine and glasses for everyone. Zornun motions to the table. ”Come, sit, and tell me of your adventure.”

"It was fun, especially the part where I almost died.  Perhaps I should say that part where I DID die.  But I'm not the storyteller, I'll let somebody else fill in the minor details."

Grabbing a glass of wine, Pello beams "Oh yes, let me tell you all about it. The first part of the adventure happened on the very night after we had left time. Fey had surrounded the camp! And I stalked into the darkness to take care of them.."

Ten minutes later..

"And so I summoned magical power into my staff, through it into the sky, and knocked one of the thunderbirds straight out of the air.."

Twenty minutes later..

"And so I said, I ain't afraid of no ghost.."

Twenty minutes later..

"And while our own personal angel beat upon the succubus up high, I grabbed the helmet from under the feet of the massive demonic monster. Then Erdthar let loose, and with massive chops of his axe split it clean in half, sending it screaming back to the abyss! The succubus fled our righteous fury, and we made our way through the fortress to the surface, while it crumbled to pieces around us. Advancing out of the entrance, the full moon was hanging above us, and stars sprinkled the sky, and we knew that we had accomplished our task in the best way it could possibly be."

Pello peers into a bottle, and pours the last of the wine into his glass

"The trip back was really boring compared to it. Though I still think stairs would be a massive improvement."

"Well done Pello"
*Claps appreciatively*

Zornun looks on. "That is a great tail! Good to hear of your success. We should waste no time in getting that rturned to the Gemaxe." He shuffles through some papers.

"Ahh yes, here are your travel vouchers. An airship will arrive from the south tomorrow morning. You will catch the ship and they will quickly take you back up to Felbar, where you can return the helm.

It was a pleaseure working with you, may our paths cross again in the future."