(Adventure) The Burning Tower (Knight Otu Judging) [Concluded]

[Patlin]

After a solid night's rest, the party feels refeshed. Each wounded character is healed a number of hp equal to their level; spells & abilities are recovered. No further information has been obtained from the spellbook.

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

Persephone awakes after an uncomfortable night's sleep. She fiddles awhile with her hair, trying to smooth it out to it's usual luster. "I've got to figure out that prestidigitation spell." she grumbles to herself, snapping her fingers futiley.

"OK." she sighs and looks at Fant. "We've still got a plan, huh? Who's going in there with me?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Myself, Sir Ishmael, and Gorefoot," Fant answers crisply. She's devoted no small amount of troubled thought to the subject, but she continues confidently, "Gorefoot, Ishmael and I will likely last the longest and are most likely to be able to harm the creature in hand-to-hand combat, and three is the optimum number to defend against a single opponent." By which she means the minimum, number, and thus the minimum risk. Fant is not being entirely honest- while it is true that she is most likely, after Ishmael and Gorefoot, to be able to harm the creature, she is a disdant third in that respect; truth be told, given her own doubts as to their success, she can not comprehend the breach of honor it would take to send another in instead of herself. "If more are needed, they will enter the field on my command or, failing that, Sir Ishmael's. Be prepared; we will call your name. If you are unlikely to harm the creature yourself, focus instead on keeping it from Persephone."

"Prepare yourself, gentlemen." She draws her sword and straps her shield to her arm. "Whenever you are ready, your Majesty."

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If I figure it right, no matter which angle the creature comes at us from, we're a collective 5' step from interposing ourselves between it and Persephone.

Fant will attack the creature while using Combat Expertise for -1 attack, +1 AC. The reccomended tactics for Sir Ishmael and Gorefoot is two-handed power attacking.

 

[nimisgod]

Ishmael's sleep was a restless one. Upon awakening, the halfling felt more tired than rested. He wrested himself from sleepiness and prepared for combat. Ishmael strapped his shield to his back then took Violet from his belt.

Compared to Gorefoot's greatsword, the warhammer seemed too small to even be of use. Ishmael held Violet in two hands, regretting that he did not have a two-handed weapon for situations such as these. If he should survive this, he vowed to rectify the lack immediately.

But he felt better when they formed around Persephone. The thought of protecting someone made him feel stronger. He made sure that the wand was in easy reach in his belt, then leaned the warhammer over his shoulder casually.

"I am ready" said the halfling after successfully stopping his hands from shaking.

ooc: Ishmael is going to power attack -2. Right before they enter the barrier, he is going to cast Expeditious Retreat (Spell Failure 10%). Obviously, he is going to declare the creature as the target of his dodge.

Warhammer +4 1d6+6 20/x3

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot - Gnome Barbarian 1

Gorefoot draws his greatsword, it's comfortable weight lending him strength. "Let's do this." he says, stepping into position.

OOC: Gorefoot will be power attacking for 1, +4 to attack, 1d10+6 damage.

 

[Zweischneid]

"Gorefoot, Ishmael and I will likely last the longest and are most likely to be able to harm the creature in hand-to-hand combat, and three is the optimum number to defend against a single opponent."

'If it is indeed only a single creature'
Morulas muses, his somber reasoning once more as black as his name.

'Remember that Rilithorne produced three Units of his experimental fire, and we certainly do not know if it was always the same smoke creature that lashed out against our taunts.'

Staring thoughtfully at the smokefilled wards the elf adds
'There sure is alot of smoke in there...'

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant gives Morulas a grim smile . "Then I reccoemend you and the other be ready to answer the call." The elf's comment annoyed her, but again, she did not wish to discourage thought in her subordinates. The problem was, what was there to be done about it that was not already being done? Spectulation as to worst-case scenarios that could not be dealt with only served to lower morale.

Once Persephone indicates her readiness, Fant will lead the group into the bubble, taking a deep breath just before she enters and proceeding until Persephone has her back to the edge.

 

[Dalamar]

Rodimus pops his knuckles when the four enter the field, hoping that matters will be resolved now.

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

Persephone smiles, almost gaily. She then moves around giving everyone a big, well-cushioned hug. "In case we don't meet again, you've all been great to work with."

Then with a sigh, and a ned to Fant, she takes a deep breath and steps in behind the aristocrat.

OOC: She will fire Magic missiles non stop until dead or out of spells, trying to stay behind the others. She has 6 of them.

 

[SlagMortar]

After Percy's hug, Nars looks embarrassed. He then draws a short sword, and positions himself near the field, clearly ready to participate the moment it becomes necessary. In his left hand he retrieves his potion of blur and says, "Would any of you care to use this before you enter? It will make it harder for the creature to hit you."

OOC:
Once they enter, Nars readies an action to move into the field in front of Persephone on any of the following conditions:
1. Any of Ishmael, Gorefoot, or Fant falls.
2. Lady Fant or Ishmael requests assistance.
3. A second creature, as Morulas suggests, appears.