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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5945319" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Assault upon the Whispering way continued. Or Pringle the popping stops.</strong></p><p></p><p>This someone usual is a hooded and cowled figure leaning upon a wooden staff topped with a grinning skull with a strip of leather binding its jaw closed. His face is emaciated and drawn; his eyes burn with a strange inner red light and his lips are drawn back over his teeth in an evil grin of hate. This is Auren Vrood who they have been trailing since Ravengro and is the instigator of all their recent troubles. </p><p></p><p>Looking up he seems to recognize the form before him and he raises his taloned hands before him as he points at Sayuri in a threatening manner so Sayuri fires off a lightning bolt point blank into his evil looking face knocking him back as the lightning courses through his body. Regaining his feet his evil eyes blazing with power and thoughts of revenge; robes smoking from the impact of Sayuri’s spell he mutters several words of power which Sayuri does not understand while molding the air before him with his talons; the effects of which are soon readily apparent. A noxious green fog envelops her; seeping into her skin and stripping away her vitality; with a cough Sayuri feels her body being poisoned by the foul cloying cloud which extends back into the central room where the rest of the party are gathered alerting them to the presence of something that may be worth investigating. Grembor and Pringle shoot out the side attempting to approach from another angle as Grembor had already spied the Pavilion from the other side. Nashkar runs into the mist and suddenly feels the effects of the cloying smoke as it damages his health; Zordlan quickly follows with similar effects. </p><p></p><p>Sayuri who will not be outdone in the magical arts fires off a series of force missiles which impact upon an invisible shield which absorbs their power. Cursing she glares at the Necromancer who seems unaffected by her glower. He casts a quick spell and a glowing blue hand appears floating in the air before him and with a gesture two large crawling hands emerge from underneath the bed and approach Sayuri; each try grappling her but both miss. Grembor and Pringle make it most of the way to the side of the pavilion but the way is hampered by fallen rubble making the terrain treacherous. Nashkar hearing Sayuri’s shout about undead channels positive energy through his holy symbol and again become the focus of his god as light erupts around him. The two hands take some minor damage which they mostly ignore; Zordlan approaches the hands feeling his way through the mist as it drains away his health and appears on the other side; presented by the two crawling hands he pulls out his curved blade and hacks at one missing it.</p><p></p><p>Feeling confidant Sayuri starts casting unaware that the hands before her can see her; they strike out and one catches her in her stomach causing her to stumble over some of the precise wording of her spell which she looses control of and it dissipates. Auren Vrood casts as insidious spell into his spectral hand and it floats forward and touches Sayuri paralyzing her in place as she starts to smell as if she has been dead for a week or more. Grembor and Pringle make it to the side of the Pavilion and making a small hole in the fabric Grembor is able to see into the tent; Pringle close behind starts summoning some assistance. Nashkar stepping up attempts to dispel the spell but fails to unwrap the thin threads of the spell effecting her; Zordlan unleashes a surprising amount of damage upon one of the crawling hands severing it’s tenuous ties to life as it collapses and starts rotting at an accelerated pace which does not help with the aroma emanating from the stricken stinky Monk. </p><p></p><p>Sayuri stuck in place with fear in her eyes can do little but moan through rigid muscles as the crawling hand seems to be focusing upon her. Auren Vrood with an evil smile casts his most powerful spell now that everyone is in range; with a gesture and several guttural sounding words death walks among the party placing his mouth against each ear and whispering sweet cloying words of encouragement and promises of a safe and quiet place to lie down and rest. With the damage from the cloudkill spell draining their fortitude this is a truly evil spell; Sayuri and Zordlan hear the whispered words and while they are sorely tempted to comply they shake off the temptation with a supreme act of mental fortitude. Nashkar hardly even hears the words so immersed is he in the running litany of his god of life and sunlight; Grembor feels the cold of the grave pass him by as his lips turn a shade of blue before his heart again kicks into motion restoring life to his fragile form. Pringle however was never all that physically resilient and the tempting words beckon to him drawing him close and death wraps his heavy cloak around him and walks off the field with a new disciple in tow. Pringle drops to the floor in mid chant is face grey and eyes starting blankly at the ceiling as his soul is ripped from his body; Grembor looks on in shock as his friend is killed outright without even a mark on him. The rest of the party doesn’t actually know what happened but the scream of outrage from Grembor lets them know something has gone horribly wrong.</p><p></p><p>Cursing the evil Necromancer Grembor unleashes a trio of arrows from his bow having activated his fire arrows; they all miss their mark and impact upon the opposite wall; Nashkar attempts to dispel the magic on Sayuri again with no effect while Zordlan with a grin showing Auren Vrood what will happen to him cuts apart the last remaining crawling hand with two swift strikes which sever fingers. The hand collapses to the floor and moves no more.</p><p></p><p>Auren Vrood knowing he can’t stand toe to toe with the sword wielding maniac takes to the air and flies to the tower screaming “When next we meet, I shall spit your hearts upon the Gallowspire!” With this interesting promise he disappears round the tower where no-one but Grembor can see him who unleashes even more arrows in his direction all of which again miss their mark. Nashkar is finally successful in dispelling the insidious enchantment on the stinky Monkey and Sayuri returns to motion as the cloying smell recedes to everyone’s relief.</p><p></p><p>The evil Necromancer disappears and the party mill about for a little while. Grembor heads to Pringle to check his life signs hoping he is just unconscious. Pringle however is very dead; no pulse; body already cold and clammy to the touch and eyes holding no spark whatsoever. Grembor bows his head over the body briefly and a quiet sob escapes; this is quickly stifled however as a glowing green arrow appears from no-where and strikes him in the back. With a scream he spins around to find the attacker as the acid burns into his clothing and flesh; there is no obvious signs of movement though so his raised and drawn bow is not released. The rest of the group finally manages to gather around the location but they also can’t see anything of the mysterious attacker.</p><p></p><p>A few mysterious spells later which cause various amounts of damage; chill touch upon Sayuri, Ray of exhaustion which hits Nashkar; Ray of enfeeblement which misses Zordlan all cast using his rod of lesser silent spell; they finally manage to pin down some location as Nashkar casts a locate object pin pointing Auren Vrood’s staff and gets a location off in that direction he points with no actual idea how far in that direction. But as it’s pretty vertical to where he is standing it’s assumed it was close by. They all look but can see nothing to indicate anyone is there. Another spell hits Sayuri as the blue glowing hand turns black with flames as it gently caresses her face; she feels her life energy being sucked out of her and a tell tale stream of dark glittering energy floats through the air to a point just above Nashkar where it disappears. Everyone turns and fires in that general direction with several arrows and bolts seeming to bounce off something hanging there. Kat who suddenly appears wandering through the rubble (player is absent more often than not so his character only pops up when it can really help) she casts an awesomely powerful spell. (This spell is feared far and wide by all creatures everywhere; there are whole tomes dedicated to the avoidance of this very spell as it kills more than any other spell in existence.) Faerie Fire outlines the otherwise invisible Auren Vrood who screams in frustration as this one spell foils his carefully planned attack.</p><p></p><p>Nashkar follows with an invisibility purge which cancels out the invisibility spell while Sayuri greases his rod and staff sending them tumbling to the ground beneath him; then follows a few dispels which take out most of his protections including the Fly, Stoneskin and Improved Invisibility spells sending him crashing to the ground where he is pounced upon and cut, bashed, beaten, shot and otherwise turned from a very valid semi living threat to a non-animate object that used to resemble a threat.</p><p></p><p>Upon his demise they are all forced back as his lower jaw erupts into a shower of acid causing significant damage to his skull, jaw and chest rendering spells like speak with dead ineffective.</p><p></p><p><em>DM Note: This was a nasty fight, with Cloudkill lowering their fortitude saves and then circle of death which caused many hearts to flutter. Pringle was the only victim having rolled a 3 if I recall. Both Sayuri and Zordlan both managed to hit the DC exactly with their reduced saving throws while Nashkar made it by a long way (he hardly even noticed it). Grembor was a couple over but he had not been caught in the Cloudkill; an effective way to take out a party if they don’t all roll crazy high when they really need to.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Auren Vrood was very difficult to hit having had a few rounds to buff himself; the early warning of the fireball detonating above his head was a dead giveaway that an assault was on the cards. He had several layers of protection active including Mage Armor, Shield, Stoneskin, Protection from Good, Fly and False Life. Without his spells he was very vulnerable and fell in one short round (AC 13 and wizard hits). He did manage to get off all of his spells bar a couple so he lasted well. The party hobbled away with Pringle dead, Sayuri nearly died, Nashkar having lost 4 levels to an enervation, Nashkar, Zordlan and Sayuri all lost several points of Con. Everyone lost HP’s and everyone was shocked at Pringle’s death. The end of the combat the party were getting annoyed and Auren was running out of spells and was considering resorting to violence of the baser sort but Sayuri had greased his weapons and they lay on the ground underneath him. He was thinking of flying away but it was not in his nature to give up.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5945319, member: 52403"] [b]Assault upon the Whispering way continued. Or Pringle the popping stops.[/b] This someone usual is a hooded and cowled figure leaning upon a wooden staff topped with a grinning skull with a strip of leather binding its jaw closed. His face is emaciated and drawn; his eyes burn with a strange inner red light and his lips are drawn back over his teeth in an evil grin of hate. This is Auren Vrood who they have been trailing since Ravengro and is the instigator of all their recent troubles. Looking up he seems to recognize the form before him and he raises his taloned hands before him as he points at Sayuri in a threatening manner so Sayuri fires off a lightning bolt point blank into his evil looking face knocking him back as the lightning courses through his body. Regaining his feet his evil eyes blazing with power and thoughts of revenge; robes smoking from the impact of Sayuri’s spell he mutters several words of power which Sayuri does not understand while molding the air before him with his talons; the effects of which are soon readily apparent. A noxious green fog envelops her; seeping into her skin and stripping away her vitality; with a cough Sayuri feels her body being poisoned by the foul cloying cloud which extends back into the central room where the rest of the party are gathered alerting them to the presence of something that may be worth investigating. Grembor and Pringle shoot out the side attempting to approach from another angle as Grembor had already spied the Pavilion from the other side. Nashkar runs into the mist and suddenly feels the effects of the cloying smoke as it damages his health; Zordlan quickly follows with similar effects. Sayuri who will not be outdone in the magical arts fires off a series of force missiles which impact upon an invisible shield which absorbs their power. Cursing she glares at the Necromancer who seems unaffected by her glower. He casts a quick spell and a glowing blue hand appears floating in the air before him and with a gesture two large crawling hands emerge from underneath the bed and approach Sayuri; each try grappling her but both miss. Grembor and Pringle make it most of the way to the side of the pavilion but the way is hampered by fallen rubble making the terrain treacherous. Nashkar hearing Sayuri’s shout about undead channels positive energy through his holy symbol and again become the focus of his god as light erupts around him. The two hands take some minor damage which they mostly ignore; Zordlan approaches the hands feeling his way through the mist as it drains away his health and appears on the other side; presented by the two crawling hands he pulls out his curved blade and hacks at one missing it. Feeling confidant Sayuri starts casting unaware that the hands before her can see her; they strike out and one catches her in her stomach causing her to stumble over some of the precise wording of her spell which she looses control of and it dissipates. Auren Vrood casts as insidious spell into his spectral hand and it floats forward and touches Sayuri paralyzing her in place as she starts to smell as if she has been dead for a week or more. Grembor and Pringle make it to the side of the Pavilion and making a small hole in the fabric Grembor is able to see into the tent; Pringle close behind starts summoning some assistance. Nashkar stepping up attempts to dispel the spell but fails to unwrap the thin threads of the spell effecting her; Zordlan unleashes a surprising amount of damage upon one of the crawling hands severing it’s tenuous ties to life as it collapses and starts rotting at an accelerated pace which does not help with the aroma emanating from the stricken stinky Monk. Sayuri stuck in place with fear in her eyes can do little but moan through rigid muscles as the crawling hand seems to be focusing upon her. Auren Vrood with an evil smile casts his most powerful spell now that everyone is in range; with a gesture and several guttural sounding words death walks among the party placing his mouth against each ear and whispering sweet cloying words of encouragement and promises of a safe and quiet place to lie down and rest. With the damage from the cloudkill spell draining their fortitude this is a truly evil spell; Sayuri and Zordlan hear the whispered words and while they are sorely tempted to comply they shake off the temptation with a supreme act of mental fortitude. Nashkar hardly even hears the words so immersed is he in the running litany of his god of life and sunlight; Grembor feels the cold of the grave pass him by as his lips turn a shade of blue before his heart again kicks into motion restoring life to his fragile form. Pringle however was never all that physically resilient and the tempting words beckon to him drawing him close and death wraps his heavy cloak around him and walks off the field with a new disciple in tow. Pringle drops to the floor in mid chant is face grey and eyes starting blankly at the ceiling as his soul is ripped from his body; Grembor looks on in shock as his friend is killed outright without even a mark on him. The rest of the party doesn’t actually know what happened but the scream of outrage from Grembor lets them know something has gone horribly wrong. Cursing the evil Necromancer Grembor unleashes a trio of arrows from his bow having activated his fire arrows; they all miss their mark and impact upon the opposite wall; Nashkar attempts to dispel the magic on Sayuri again with no effect while Zordlan with a grin showing Auren Vrood what will happen to him cuts apart the last remaining crawling hand with two swift strikes which sever fingers. The hand collapses to the floor and moves no more. Auren Vrood knowing he can’t stand toe to toe with the sword wielding maniac takes to the air and flies to the tower screaming “When next we meet, I shall spit your hearts upon the Gallowspire!” With this interesting promise he disappears round the tower where no-one but Grembor can see him who unleashes even more arrows in his direction all of which again miss their mark. Nashkar is finally successful in dispelling the insidious enchantment on the stinky Monkey and Sayuri returns to motion as the cloying smell recedes to everyone’s relief. The evil Necromancer disappears and the party mill about for a little while. Grembor heads to Pringle to check his life signs hoping he is just unconscious. Pringle however is very dead; no pulse; body already cold and clammy to the touch and eyes holding no spark whatsoever. Grembor bows his head over the body briefly and a quiet sob escapes; this is quickly stifled however as a glowing green arrow appears from no-where and strikes him in the back. With a scream he spins around to find the attacker as the acid burns into his clothing and flesh; there is no obvious signs of movement though so his raised and drawn bow is not released. The rest of the group finally manages to gather around the location but they also can’t see anything of the mysterious attacker. A few mysterious spells later which cause various amounts of damage; chill touch upon Sayuri, Ray of exhaustion which hits Nashkar; Ray of enfeeblement which misses Zordlan all cast using his rod of lesser silent spell; they finally manage to pin down some location as Nashkar casts a locate object pin pointing Auren Vrood’s staff and gets a location off in that direction he points with no actual idea how far in that direction. But as it’s pretty vertical to where he is standing it’s assumed it was close by. They all look but can see nothing to indicate anyone is there. Another spell hits Sayuri as the blue glowing hand turns black with flames as it gently caresses her face; she feels her life energy being sucked out of her and a tell tale stream of dark glittering energy floats through the air to a point just above Nashkar where it disappears. Everyone turns and fires in that general direction with several arrows and bolts seeming to bounce off something hanging there. Kat who suddenly appears wandering through the rubble (player is absent more often than not so his character only pops up when it can really help) she casts an awesomely powerful spell. (This spell is feared far and wide by all creatures everywhere; there are whole tomes dedicated to the avoidance of this very spell as it kills more than any other spell in existence.) Faerie Fire outlines the otherwise invisible Auren Vrood who screams in frustration as this one spell foils his carefully planned attack. Nashkar follows with an invisibility purge which cancels out the invisibility spell while Sayuri greases his rod and staff sending them tumbling to the ground beneath him; then follows a few dispels which take out most of his protections including the Fly, Stoneskin and Improved Invisibility spells sending him crashing to the ground where he is pounced upon and cut, bashed, beaten, shot and otherwise turned from a very valid semi living threat to a non-animate object that used to resemble a threat. Upon his demise they are all forced back as his lower jaw erupts into a shower of acid causing significant damage to his skull, jaw and chest rendering spells like speak with dead ineffective. [I]DM Note: This was a nasty fight, with Cloudkill lowering their fortitude saves and then circle of death which caused many hearts to flutter. Pringle was the only victim having rolled a 3 if I recall. Both Sayuri and Zordlan both managed to hit the DC exactly with their reduced saving throws while Nashkar made it by a long way (he hardly even noticed it). Grembor was a couple over but he had not been caught in the Cloudkill; an effective way to take out a party if they don’t all roll crazy high when they really need to. Auren Vrood was very difficult to hit having had a few rounds to buff himself; the early warning of the fireball detonating above his head was a dead giveaway that an assault was on the cards. He had several layers of protection active including Mage Armor, Shield, Stoneskin, Protection from Good, Fly and False Life. Without his spells he was very vulnerable and fell in one short round (AC 13 and wizard hits). He did manage to get off all of his spells bar a couple so he lasted well. The party hobbled away with Pringle dead, Sayuri nearly died, Nashkar having lost 4 levels to an enervation, Nashkar, Zordlan and Sayuri all lost several points of Con. Everyone lost HP’s and everyone was shocked at Pringle’s death. The end of the combat the party were getting annoyed and Auren was running out of spells and was considering resorting to violence of the baser sort but Sayuri had greased his weapons and they lay on the ground underneath him. He was thinking of flying away but it was not in his nature to give up.[/I] [/QUOTE]
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