Lazybones
Adventurer
Yes, in my NWN campaign last weekend, a confusion spell caught up the party fighter/tank, who proceeded to take down first the party mage and then the cleric in quick succession. All while under attack from a nasty Avatar of Loviatar. That was a dicey battle (luckily I have 6 players, so they survived, but I think just about everyone had visited negative hit point land by the end of the melee).
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Chapter 88
Arun quickly realized that facing the umber hulk head-on was only going to result in his rather messy demise. He staggered back, opening his mind to the divine power of Moradin, letting the healing energy of his bond to his patron surge through him, easing the pain of his injuries.
He underestimated the hulk’s reach, however, as one of its gangly but powerful arms shot out, catching him across the face with a blow that knocked him roughly back into the rubble. Arun slumped down, blood oozing from the fresh cuts across his face.
The hulk let out a shriek as Dannel finally scored a solid hit, his arrow sinking deeply into one of the gaps in its armored shell where its limbs met its body. The creature turned again and with amazing speed burrowed back down into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dirt and dust that hung in the air briefly as it vanished from view.
Zenna twisted her body abruptly to the side, but Mole’s bolt still sliced across her chest, tearing through her clothes and flesh before glancing off her breastbone. The impact, oblique though it was, still felt like she’d been punched in the chest by an ogre.
She looked down at Mole, and saw that the gnome had drawn her sword, and was spinning around, chanting something incoherent. She could hear the roars of the creature as well, and knew that Arun and Dannel would likely be needing her help right about now.
“Flee!” Zenna commanded. Obediently, Mole abruptly ceased what she was doing, and turned and ran, still screaming.
She’s probably the smart one, Zenna thought, before turning back to the battle—just in time to see Arun go down and the creature burrow back under the street.
It was immediately clear that the hulk wasn’t departing the scene, as the sidewalk in front of the ruined warehouse suddenly lurched and snapped, forming a jagged peak a few feet high. That pattern repeated itself as a wave of rising cobbles broke across the street, forming a corridor that clearly indicated the hulk’s progress underground. It was heading for the building across and a short distance up the street, right toward where Dannel was helping a few confused citizens get free of the area...
“Look out!” Zenna warned, and he nodded—he’d seen it coming as well. Not surprisingly, he kept on right what he was doing, even as the ridge of displaced street cobbles drew nearer to his position.
Zenna rushed over to where Arun sat bleeding up against a pile of rubble that had been the southeast corner of the warehouse a few minutes earlier. Bits of debris continued to sift down through the destruction, though thankfully the rest of the roof over this part of the building still held, sagging over them threateningly.
The dwarf opened his eyes as she knelt beside him. His face was a wreck, and a ghastly cut along the side of his head continued to ooze blood.
“Blasted bug,” Arun managed to mutter, blood dripping from his torn lips as they moved.
“You crazy dwarf,” she said, opening her mind to the power that she accessed through her meditations and unlocking of the mysteries that Esbar had opened for her. She felt it surge through her like a crashing wave, channeled from some other realm, through her, into the dwarf. The blue glow spread from her fingers into his wounds, undoing some of the damage. Stirring, the dwarf returned more fully to consciousness, though he was still grievously wounded.
The first thing he did was start looking around for his hammer, and tried to get up, his battered body still awkward and resistant to his mind’s commands.
“Hold still a moment,” Zenna tisked. “You’ll do no one any good if you rush back into battle, only to get knocked back down again.” She pressed a vial from her pouch into the dwarf’s bloody hand, and as the dwarf lifted it to his lips, Zenna continued to pour healing energy into him.
“You’re hurt too,” the dwarf said, looking much better as the combined flows of healing power restored much of his vigor. He was steady now as he lifted himself up, shaking off fat droplets of blood from his sodden and shredded clothing, bending to recover his hammer from where it had fallen a few paces away.
“You won’t stand a chance without your armor,” Zenna said, ignoring his remark even though the gash in her chest blazed like fire. “Hold on just another few seconds.”
“That thing’s back again!” Arun protested, and Zenna could hear it too; a loud crash from across the street. The trail of dislodged street made by the hulk’s passage ran under a building about forty feet down and across the roadway, a single-story edifice equipped with brick facings, overhanging eaves, and heavy wooden shutters drawn across the half-dozen or so windows that she could see. She and Dannel had been walking in front of the place when this started; it was a moneychanger’s or some similar business.
Her guess was confirmed as they heard another crash, accompanied by the jingling sound of metal that carried quite clearly even over the chaos of the street. The street was mostly deserted by now, with a few stragglers still affected by the hulk’s confusion. Dannel was helping a few of them get their bearings and get clear of the moneychanger’s house, where no doubt the hulk was wreaking destruction inside.
Arun looked positively antsy as he waited impatiently for Zenna. The wizardess ignored him as she called one last time on the repository of divine power she accessed through her mind, channeling the power of Azuth into a protective field of mage armor that she laid upon the dwarf. She’d never cast the spell on another, but as the protective glow settled in upon him, fading quickly into invisibility, she felt a brief surge of elation.
“All right, go,” she said. The dwarf nodded and was gone, charging across the street, looking like nothing more than a madman charging toward the battle in his tattered clothes tainted with his own blood and dirty with stone dust and caked earth. She felt a momentary surge of fear as she looked across the street and couldn’t see Dannel, but then caught sight of him coming around the corner of the building, his bow loaded and ready in his hands. Apparently the chaos had finally drawn other attention, as well, as she saw several armed guardsmen carrying halberds making their way up the street toward their location.
She glanced down the street, but Mole was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she drew out her wand of burning hands and started after Arun.
The elf and dwarf were both converging on the side of the building facing the street when a series of loud noises issued from within, sounding as though the world itself was being torn asunder. The front of the moneychanger’s shop literally erupted, bricks and wooden planks alike showering out into the street, along with a smattering of silver and golden coins. Through the opening stepped the umber hulk, clearly ready for more battle.
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Chapter 88
Arun quickly realized that facing the umber hulk head-on was only going to result in his rather messy demise. He staggered back, opening his mind to the divine power of Moradin, letting the healing energy of his bond to his patron surge through him, easing the pain of his injuries.
He underestimated the hulk’s reach, however, as one of its gangly but powerful arms shot out, catching him across the face with a blow that knocked him roughly back into the rubble. Arun slumped down, blood oozing from the fresh cuts across his face.
The hulk let out a shriek as Dannel finally scored a solid hit, his arrow sinking deeply into one of the gaps in its armored shell where its limbs met its body. The creature turned again and with amazing speed burrowed back down into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dirt and dust that hung in the air briefly as it vanished from view.
Zenna twisted her body abruptly to the side, but Mole’s bolt still sliced across her chest, tearing through her clothes and flesh before glancing off her breastbone. The impact, oblique though it was, still felt like she’d been punched in the chest by an ogre.
She looked down at Mole, and saw that the gnome had drawn her sword, and was spinning around, chanting something incoherent. She could hear the roars of the creature as well, and knew that Arun and Dannel would likely be needing her help right about now.
“Flee!” Zenna commanded. Obediently, Mole abruptly ceased what she was doing, and turned and ran, still screaming.
She’s probably the smart one, Zenna thought, before turning back to the battle—just in time to see Arun go down and the creature burrow back under the street.
It was immediately clear that the hulk wasn’t departing the scene, as the sidewalk in front of the ruined warehouse suddenly lurched and snapped, forming a jagged peak a few feet high. That pattern repeated itself as a wave of rising cobbles broke across the street, forming a corridor that clearly indicated the hulk’s progress underground. It was heading for the building across and a short distance up the street, right toward where Dannel was helping a few confused citizens get free of the area...
“Look out!” Zenna warned, and he nodded—he’d seen it coming as well. Not surprisingly, he kept on right what he was doing, even as the ridge of displaced street cobbles drew nearer to his position.
Zenna rushed over to where Arun sat bleeding up against a pile of rubble that had been the southeast corner of the warehouse a few minutes earlier. Bits of debris continued to sift down through the destruction, though thankfully the rest of the roof over this part of the building still held, sagging over them threateningly.
The dwarf opened his eyes as she knelt beside him. His face was a wreck, and a ghastly cut along the side of his head continued to ooze blood.
“Blasted bug,” Arun managed to mutter, blood dripping from his torn lips as they moved.
“You crazy dwarf,” she said, opening her mind to the power that she accessed through her meditations and unlocking of the mysteries that Esbar had opened for her. She felt it surge through her like a crashing wave, channeled from some other realm, through her, into the dwarf. The blue glow spread from her fingers into his wounds, undoing some of the damage. Stirring, the dwarf returned more fully to consciousness, though he was still grievously wounded.
The first thing he did was start looking around for his hammer, and tried to get up, his battered body still awkward and resistant to his mind’s commands.
“Hold still a moment,” Zenna tisked. “You’ll do no one any good if you rush back into battle, only to get knocked back down again.” She pressed a vial from her pouch into the dwarf’s bloody hand, and as the dwarf lifted it to his lips, Zenna continued to pour healing energy into him.
“You’re hurt too,” the dwarf said, looking much better as the combined flows of healing power restored much of his vigor. He was steady now as he lifted himself up, shaking off fat droplets of blood from his sodden and shredded clothing, bending to recover his hammer from where it had fallen a few paces away.
“You won’t stand a chance without your armor,” Zenna said, ignoring his remark even though the gash in her chest blazed like fire. “Hold on just another few seconds.”
“That thing’s back again!” Arun protested, and Zenna could hear it too; a loud crash from across the street. The trail of dislodged street made by the hulk’s passage ran under a building about forty feet down and across the roadway, a single-story edifice equipped with brick facings, overhanging eaves, and heavy wooden shutters drawn across the half-dozen or so windows that she could see. She and Dannel had been walking in front of the place when this started; it was a moneychanger’s or some similar business.
Her guess was confirmed as they heard another crash, accompanied by the jingling sound of metal that carried quite clearly even over the chaos of the street. The street was mostly deserted by now, with a few stragglers still affected by the hulk’s confusion. Dannel was helping a few of them get their bearings and get clear of the moneychanger’s house, where no doubt the hulk was wreaking destruction inside.
Arun looked positively antsy as he waited impatiently for Zenna. The wizardess ignored him as she called one last time on the repository of divine power she accessed through her mind, channeling the power of Azuth into a protective field of mage armor that she laid upon the dwarf. She’d never cast the spell on another, but as the protective glow settled in upon him, fading quickly into invisibility, she felt a brief surge of elation.
“All right, go,” she said. The dwarf nodded and was gone, charging across the street, looking like nothing more than a madman charging toward the battle in his tattered clothes tainted with his own blood and dirty with stone dust and caked earth. She felt a momentary surge of fear as she looked across the street and couldn’t see Dannel, but then caught sight of him coming around the corner of the building, his bow loaded and ready in his hands. Apparently the chaos had finally drawn other attention, as well, as she saw several armed guardsmen carrying halberds making their way up the street toward their location.
She glanced down the street, but Mole was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she drew out her wand of burning hands and started after Arun.
The elf and dwarf were both converging on the side of the building facing the street when a series of loud noises issued from within, sounding as though the world itself was being torn asunder. The front of the moneychanger’s shop literally erupted, bricks and wooden planks alike showering out into the street, along with a smattering of silver and golden coins. Through the opening stepped the umber hulk, clearly ready for more battle.