stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. I [IC]

[James Heard]

Janis looses a storm bolt at the wolf attempting to engage her, and then moves away onto the path before turning to face the werewolf.

"I see that the mongrel yearns to lick his wounds!" Janis shouts at the shifter, following the words with a saucy rude gesture and baring her throat with a mocking sneer.

 

[Stormwind]

Ashlyn continues to focus on bringing down the foe before her. Stepping forward she interposes herself between the wolf and Janis, her silver dagger slicing towards the wounded wolf again and again.

[5ft step to E6]
[Full attack: attack +10/+5, damage 1d4+2/1d4+2]

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

Marot watches the slight priestess move off back towards the fray, a sense of relief coming over him.

"Keep this up and you will atone for your past failures." He thinks to himself.

He manuevres past the horses and into sight of the shifter, and glimpses the last moments of his illusionary double, before it winks out of existance.

He doesn't see his Flamic Brother standing where he was a second ago, and grows concerned. "Jarrith?"

Hearing no response he brings another blast of eldritch energy to bear on the Guardian of the Wood.



OOC: Move to M9, eldritch blast on shifter - +7 ranged touch, 3d6+1 damage

 

[DEFCON 1]

As the blade cuts straight across his throat, Jarrith's eyes spring open wide in fear and pain. He immediately drops both rapiers and his hands fly up to grasp his own throat. He can feel the deep red ichor leaking forth from underneath his fingers, and as his eyes grow dim and his balance sways... all he can do is gurgle an imperceptible word...

"Khensu..."

He then falls forward and drops hard in the thick underbrush.

 

[pathfinderq1]

"Jarrith!" Tessa could see Jarrith drop under the shifter's furious assault, and a chaotic surge of emotion welled up within her. Guilt, for surely that was the attack that Marot had saved her from- and it had fallen on another of their company instead. Grief, that they should lose another so soon after Daellin and Perriwinkle had fallen- not even a day had passed. And, unexpected within her placid and cheerful self a consuming fury- how dare this beast, this abomination strike down one who so clearly meant only to help this land?

She extended her hand, and let her morningstar fall forgotten to the ground- the air around her arm seemed to boil and burst into flame, fanned into terrible life by the twining gestures of her hand. As it had before, that fire spun into a reaching lash, slicing through the air towards the monstrous shifter.

OOC: 5 foot step to J 6; use Lesser Aberrant Dragonmark (Scorching ray) at the shifter; +4 ranged touch, but -4 to fire into melee; she'll use an action point on the to-hit roll if it is 12 or higher; this is her second use (of 2) for the day. After using the ability, she has to make a DC 10 Fort save or be dazed for a round- effective caster level is 6, so only 1 bolt.

 

[ethandrew]

AC: 21; HP: 47/47

Ladreth's mind swirls, Jarrith's face replaced with Tobias' as he falls, neck sliced and blood pooling through his grasping fingers. He knows his chance to destroy this beast is now or never, for next it's his turn to take the brunt of the ferocity.

Full Attack; +15/+10 2d6+11 19-20x2; Will use AP to complete attack if one seems close. Two if both.

 

[stonegod]

Shifter Ambush: Round 5

Marot is shocked by the scene of Jarrith's nearly lifeless body, and numbly calls forth a bolt of his fiend-touched power. But his shock overcomes his aim, and the power is ducked by the huge were-warrior. [AC 10 misses; AP used to stabilize]

The werewolf snarls at Ladreth, its hot breath rank, but its first swing is clumsy and the halfork's armor absorbs the too low bite. But, its motion a blur, it brings its sword down again. Sparks fly as the Denieth mercenary deflects the strike with his new blade! [Sword, bite, and additional sword attack miss]

Ashlyn hears the pain in Marot's voice, and turns to see the Stalker's savaged neck. Snapping her head back, she pours her fury into her strikes. She overcompensates, and only one thrust manages to score, the silvery wound quickly growing putrid. [8hp with decomposition] On the other side, the dire wolf lopes around the bear to flank the beast, but the exposure costs it as the beast tears at it throat. [23hp on AoO] That attack, however, left the beast's guard down, and with a victorious bark, the dire wolf clamps down on the larger beast's spine. The wound festers, and the beast falls limply to the forest floor. [18hp before DR with decompositon; dying]

The Pale Lady smirks, and joins her challenge to the savage werewolf with an arc of electric fire. The hunter ducks under most of it, but the wound still blackens, winding the beast. [7hp after Reflex save w/ decomposition] From behind, Janis' companion emerges blooded from the forrest, stepping before her mistress.

Visions of death recalled before him, Ladreth throws his all at the beast. He powers down the blade, and with his last thrust, severs the creatures head! Blood exploding in a crimson splash, the battle ends. [1 AP spent; 41hp before DR; dead]

End Combat

Final Status
M: 21 [35/41]
J: 20 [-8/31, cat's grace, 37 rounds, stable]
A: 18 [fast healing 14 rounds]
J: 15 [fast healing 14 rounds]
b: 14 [17/51, fast healing 14 rounds]
T: 12 [13/35]

 

[Stormwind]

Ashlyn ensures that the beast before her is dead, before moving over to where Jarrith's still form lies on the ground. Realising that the small flamist still clings to life, Ashlyn once again calls on the sacred healing power of her faith and waves of healing energy flow from her into each of her companions.

Turning to Janis, Ashlyn speaks "Would you check that the other wolves are dead?", before she turns back to keep watch on Jarrith.

Once Jarrith is on his feet again, Ashlyn moves back through the trees to retrieve her blade and then rejoins the others.

[Coup-de-grace on the dying wolf]
[Move over to K13]
[Turn attempt x3 -> Sacred healing (Fast healing III for 15 rounds = 45hp to everyone)]

 

[James Heard]

Janis shrugs and walks over to every corpse and unleashes a torrent of energy upon it, saving the were-creature for last - searching that notable after she cooks its flesh thoroughly.

 

[ethandrew]

Ladreth stands motionless for a moment, staring at the ruin of the werewolf before him. His chest heaves as the adrenaline slows down and the exhaustion of the battle courses through his veins. He turns and looks at the healing being administered to the stalker. He smiles faintly, for he is alive. Reaching around, he digs through his pack and pulls out a wand, walks over to the white lady and offers it to her.