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Crock Jon makes his way towards the remaining meenlock, struggling to cross the assorted debris. As he does so, he pulls his net from around his waist, and throws it at the creature, but it is easily brushed aside.
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A Candlekeep Mystery (IC)
Crock Jon makes his way towards the remaining meenlock, struggling to cross the assorted debris. As he does so, he pulls his net from around his waist, and throws it at the creature, but it is easily brushed aside.
Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
@FitzTheRuke One last hurrah to finish this?
FitzTheRuke
Legend
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Cairn and Crock Jon led the way into the damp, mossy, and pool-filled chamber. The old wrinkled meenlock gave off a psychic buzzing that made it difficult to concentrate. To make matters worse, the tarrain was terrible - slippery and uneven, and the moss caught at their legs before breaking off with a terrible smell.
Argenti, Ethian, Hawthorne, and Kaliban worked their way down the steep slope into the start of the chamber, sliding down the slope in something of a jumble. At the bottom of the slope, Hawthorne pushed forward while the others held back. Ethian prayed, and his flying, glowing sword appeared and thrust itself into the old meenlock, who squawked angrily.
Cairn lumbered forward, gathering rocks from beneath the moss. He grew to a large size and managed to slam a rocky fist in a glancing blow on the old fey creature. Argenti, Kaliban, and Hawthorn fired their various ranged attacks, but with Cairn in the way and the old meenlock ducking into the moss, they all missed. Crock Jon fared no better with his net, that flew past Cairn and landed in the moss.
The elf sent faerie fires to brighten up the two opponents, and he managed to get the younger meenlock, who glowed while trying to scratch its claws at cairn, but the elder had slipped into the pool. Going under the moss, it popped back up in a different pool entirely. A wave of psychic static burst forth from it and the minds of Argenti, Ethian, and Kaliban clouded and they turned on each other in confusion.
Argenti, Ethian, Hawthorne, and Kaliban worked their way down the steep slope into the start of the chamber, sliding down the slope in something of a jumble. At the bottom of the slope, Hawthorne pushed forward while the others held back. Ethian prayed, and his flying, glowing sword appeared and thrust itself into the old meenlock, who squawked angrily.
Cairn lumbered forward, gathering rocks from beneath the moss. He grew to a large size and managed to slam a rocky fist in a glancing blow on the old fey creature. Argenti, Kaliban, and Hawthorn fired their various ranged attacks, but with Cairn in the way and the old meenlock ducking into the moss, they all missed. Crock Jon fared no better with his net, that flew past Cairn and landed in the moss.
The elf sent faerie fires to brighten up the two opponents, and he managed to get the younger meenlock, who glowed while trying to scratch its claws at cairn, but the elder had slipped into the pool. Going under the moss, it popped back up in a different pool entirely. A wave of psychic static burst forth from it and the minds of Argenti, Ethian, and Kaliban clouded and they turned on each other in confusion.
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Elder url=CoyoteCode Dice Roller]
dc13 WIS Save vs Cairn: 1D20+5 = [18]+5 = 23[/url]
dc14 DEX Save vs Ethian's Faerie Fire: 1D20+3 = [12]+3 = 15
Meenlock's dc14 DEX save vs same: 1D20+2 = [6]+3 = 8
Claw vs Cairn: 1D20+4 = [9]+4 = 13
dc13 WIS Save vs Cairn: 1D20+5 = [18]+5 = 23[/url]
dc14 DEX Save vs Ethian's Faerie Fire: 1D20+3 = [12]+3 = 15
Meenlock's dc14 DEX save vs same: 1D20+2 = [6]+3 = 8
Claw vs Cairn: 1D20+4 = [9]+4 = 13
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
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(General Features)
Difficult Terrain: everywhere (thick moss; uneven ground); Hazards pools
Visibility: dim (meenlock's faerie fire);
Name * AC * HP * Hit Dice * PasPrc * Spells * (Notes)
(PCs)
Argenti AC14 HP 28/31 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP13 SS 2/2
Cairn AC18 HP 21/43 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP13** 2W 1/1 AS 1/1 (fright)
Crock Jon AC14 HP 10/36 THP 0/7 HD 2/4 PP12* SD 4/4 2W 1/1 AS 1/1
Ethian AC19* HP 16/27 THP 0/7 HD 2/4 PP16* PIns16 SS 4/4 3/3 CD 0/1 (fright)
Hawthorne AC14 HP 10/31 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP17 PInv17 PIns15
Kaliban AC18* HP 18/35 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP10* PED 4/4 (d6's) AS 1/1 (fright)
(PCs)
Argenti AC14 HP 28/31 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP13 SS 2/2
Cairn AC18 HP 21/43 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP13** 2W 1/1 AS 1/1 (fright)
Crock Jon AC14 HP 10/36 THP 0/7 HD 2/4 PP12* SD 4/4 2W 1/1 AS 1/1
Ethian AC19* HP 16/27 THP 0/7 HD 2/4 PP16* PIns16 SS 4/4 3/3 CD 0/1 (fright)
Hawthorne AC14 HP 10/31 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP17 PInv17 PIns15
Kaliban AC18* HP 18/35 THP 0/7 HD 4/4 PP10* PED 4/4 (d6's) AS 1/1 (fright)
Elder Meenlock AC16 HP 88/88 PP19*
Meenlock AC15 HP 21/37 PP14*
Meenlock AC15 HP 21/37 PP14*
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The constant oppressive thoughts that have clouded Crock Jon's mind for so long, and the boxer has lost all sense of time, and almost of himself. But no.
There was that time, when fighting in the pits at Cape Denou, that Crock Jon dazed and dented soldiered on in spite of all the pain he'd taken. the hoots and cheers of specatator rained down on him, and through his cauliflour ears he heard no sounds at all -- none save the single heartbeat of his foe.
It was then the heart of his opponent skipped a beat, and Crock Jon knew he'd won.
He felt that now, and fear just dropped away. He stepped towards the creature rising before him, Standing in his way as best he could, so that the one that he'd been hired to guard would each stay safe.
"Uh got 'im for yuh," he said, more for himself than anyone who might hear.
He heard no sounds, and blood dripped in his eye from previous wounds he had received. He swung... and missed. He swung again. And missed. Again. But still he stood, and standing stared the creature down as best he could.
There was that time, when fighting in the pits at Cape Denou, that Crock Jon dazed and dented soldiered on in spite of all the pain he'd taken. the hoots and cheers of specatator rained down on him, and through his cauliflour ears he heard no sounds at all -- none save the single heartbeat of his foe.
It was then the heart of his opponent skipped a beat, and Crock Jon knew he'd won.
He felt that now, and fear just dropped away. He stepped towards the creature rising before him, Standing in his way as best he could, so that the one that he'd been hired to guard would each stay safe.
"Uh got 'im for yuh," he said, more for himself than anyone who might hear.
He heard no sounds, and blood dripped in his eye from previous wounds he had received. He swung... and missed. He swung again. And missed. Again. But still he stood, and standing stared the creature down as best he could.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
It appeared that as part of the mind-cloud that came from the old meenlock's constant assault on the minds of all around, it was never quite where it appeared to be. It shifted both in and out of shadows, and in and out of the conscious mind.
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Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
Argenti stops for a moment, turns to Ethan wild red glowing eyes, and slaps him. She immediately reverts and she recoils as if being scolded.
"What do you mean 'Why did I do that?' You told me too!" The confused warlock cries out to someone who isn't there, then flinches while standing still for a moment. "Sorry, Sorry!" She repeats, but the apology doesn't seem to be specifically directed towards the half-elf, and the genasi grows incedingly more distressed, with each repetition.
Her frustration builds to a violent crescendo as she lashes out with another glowing green stone, which shatters against the glowing bug. "HYAH!"
"What do you mean 'Why did I do that?' You told me too!" The confused warlock cries out to someone who isn't there, then flinches while standing still for a moment. "Sorry, Sorry!" She repeats, but the apology doesn't seem to be specifically directed towards the half-elf, and the genasi grows incedingly more distressed, with each repetition.
Her frustration builds to a violent crescendo as she lashes out with another glowing green stone, which shatters against the glowing bug. "HYAH!"
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Cairn is confused. Elder was here, now it wasn't. There was meenlock in reach, puny thing. Yet when he looked at it, it grew in his eyes. And it was a thing not of moss, but ooze of corrupted and melted stone. Terrible thing! And Argenti-boss attacked Ethan. What is going on!?
He tried to follow his instructions, but between the fear, confusion and general uneasiness of the mines...he just vaguely waved his maul-hands toward the fey without actually endangering it.
OOC: ouch! 4, 1 and 6...
He tried to follow his instructions, but between the fear, confusion and general uneasiness of the mines...he just vaguely waved his maul-hands toward the fey without actually endangering it.
OOC: ouch! 4, 1 and 6...
neurotic: D20 + 1#cairnwissave → 5(4 + 1)#Cairn Wis save - FAIL
neurotic: 2D20L1 + 6#cairnattackvsmeenlock → 7(low 1 of 1; 6 = 1 + 6)#Cairn attack vs meenlock - MISS
Ignore this, I already used it against the elder in the first round
neurotic: 2D20L1 + 6#cairnactionsurgevsmeenlock → 16(low 1 of 10; 10 = 10 + 6)#Cairn action surge vs meenlock
neurotic: 2D20L1 + 6#cairnattackvsmeenlock → 7(low 1 of 1; 6 = 1 + 6)#Cairn attack vs meenlock - MISS
Ignore this, I already used it against the elder in the first round
neurotic: 2D20L1 + 6#cairnactionsurgevsmeenlock → 16(low 1 of 10; 10 = 10 + 6)#Cairn action surge vs meenlock
