Iron Heroes: A Saga of Might

The group flies up to the hole in the top of the shell chamber, gaining more confidence with the unaccustomed movement as they go.

The hole leads into another chamber above. Water covers the floor, pouring forth from the mouth of a huge lamprey statue on the far wall and eventually dropping down the hole to the pool below. The water is full of the pale squid that are swept helplessly down to where the zombie crabs and whales are waiting.

But there is barely time to take this in, as the room also seems to be the sight of a fight, although the combatants pause to take stock of the new arrivals.

Over by the lamprey statue hovers a hideous, wizened, female creature with hair like lank seaweed and green scaly skin. There are two more scaly creatures, much more fishlike and also floating. One holds a javelin ready to throw at the hideous woman, the other is struggling in the tentacles of two giant jellyfish, its flesh supurating in horrible burns.

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On the map, #1 = the hag, #2 and #3 = the sea trolls and the Xs are the giant jellyfish.
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"Vela," whispers Xoria. "Make your way along the roof and try to surprise her. Remember not to kill her," she adds. "We'll go in low and distract her."

Olmar
Defense 13 (FF13), HP 34/34, F +5,R+4,W+4; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/12; DR 1d4

Olmar looks at Xoria for instructions what he should do. The whole scenery is much to unreal for his taste.

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Reserve Points: 27 / 34

Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4

In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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"Stop that troll with the javelin," Xoria tells Olmar, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "We can't let it kill the hag. Go with him," she adds to Bjorn.

Xoria moves to the center of the room, seemingly distracted by the troll, but in actuality positioning for a closer shot at the hag.

"Your sister sent us to help you!" Xoria calls, not meeting the hag's eye.

OOC: I want to be 10' from either of the trolls, in the center of the room. BTW, I don't know if a Bluff check is called for, as the statement is technically true, but I'll make one anyway.

Vela flies up and over the scene, silently approaching through the chill blue smoke accumulated around the ceiling. Olmar moves towards the troll with the javelin, Bjorn following close behind but surreptittiously keeping slightly behind the barbarian.

Xoria moves to the centre of the shell chamber, hovering above an outcropping of coral.

The troll with the javelin pauses, watching between the hag and the approaching humans. His compatriot frees itself from the tendrils of one of the jellyfish, but remains entwined by the other.

"Which sister?" asks the hag.

Xoria does not hesitate, though she knows she has been handed a coinflip. "Brinkiria," she answers confidently, hoping that is not the sister she is addressing.

"Then make yourself useful and kill these trolls, fool," says the hag.

Xoria turns and fires an Eldritch Bolt that whizzes by the troll in a near miss.

OOC: Aiming to miss, but make it look good. Attaching a bluff check.

"My sister has sent me idiots," says the hag. She raises a wand to point it at the troll, but the troll is faster, hurling his javelin at the hag. It transforms into a bolt of lightning as it flies through the air, but the hag ducks aside and it bursts with a thunderclap on the shell wall behind her.

In response, the hag fires a blast of ice from the wand, hitting the troll, who seems to shrug off the effects as he shrugs off the ice crystals plastered to him.

"You first..." mutters Bjorn over Olmar's shoulder.

(OOC - Good lord, sorry about my delay on this. I've no excuse besides a scorching case of writer's block basically. I completely lost track of my character. After re-reading everything though, I think I'm okay now though. Once again, sorry!)

At the direction of Xoria, Vela rose up through the smoke and drifted overhead, stalking the hideous be-wanded creature. Startlingly, for a situation as utterly alien as this, she found a familiar chord. Was it really so different as hunting nox lizards as they basked in the morning sun? Obviously it WAS different, but if one could perform the mental gymnastics required to change clouds of roiling purple smoke into thick, thorny desert scrub and sand dunes...and a horrible, scaly monster into, well, a horrible scaly monster...then perhaps it could be said to be similar after all.

Ignore that of no consequence. Focus on the objective. Trolls. Flying. Water. Shell. They were nothing. What mattered was the witch, and what hid her from the witch. There was nothing else.

As the others dissembled, she moved to pounce upon her by surprise.