Cerebral Paladin
First Post
We planned for our assault on the occupied tower to split any defenders, while also concentrating the risks on our least important troops. The Rappa flew in at the top of the tower and began battling their way down, while we planned to enter through the bottom of the tower with the human mercenaries after the Rappa had attracted the enemy’s focus. As the mercenaries were expendable, we arranged them in the vanguard, although Sideh insisted on joining them, perhaps to ensure that the mercenaries would fully engage in the fight. The rest of us followed from some distance behind.
While we were still carefully advancing up undefended stairs, a blood Rappa flew back. “They hold us at the third landing below,” it croaked.
“What are they?”
“At the third landing below,” it repeated in confusion.
“No, what kind of creatures are you battling?”
The Rappa squawked its understanding. “Like most here, they are dead. It is hard to kill the dead, master.”
“Bone or vaporous?” asked Buzz.
“Only one is vaporous. We flee from it when it appears.”
Sideh described the ghost from before and asked if the vaporous undead matched that description.
The Rappa flapped its wings as it thought. “No, this is more like a black mist with jeweled eyes, like to be plucked from the air. What it touches dies, but our weapons will not touch it, master.”
Sideh nodded, and enchanted the weapons of some of our strongest warriors, as well as his own sword, right before we rushed up the stairs.
We rushed forward and up, passing through several layers before meeting any opposition. We could hear the clash of weapons above us as we moved. Eventually, a small group of armored skeletal warriors emerged into the stair well and engaged our first rank.
Sideh called on his deity to repulse the undead while Buzz unleashed augmented fire missiles, destroying a couple of them and injuring others. One of the skeletal creatures fled from Sideh’s holy symbol. More importantly, some other things that we had not seen also shrieked and retreated.
The undead counterattack was uneven, but the least damaged skeletal figure—perhaps a greater undead of some sort-- emasculated one of our mercenaries. He fell and quickly bled out before we could save him.
We focused our attacks on the undead commander, hitting it with numerous spells. Buzz’s energy blasts continued smashing the lesser undead, but the leader appeared immune or nearly so. Fortunately, a fiendish ape that I called to service savaged it fiercely. At that point, the undead commander flung a small jeweled item at the ground. It shattered and enveloped the entire first rank of our troops in a blast of acid. Several of our troops were badly hurt by the acid, and Sideh sustained worrisome wounds as well. One of our soldiers even collapsed. Fortunately, the acid blast was large enough to encompass our enemy as well, and the skeletal commander and one of the two remaining skeletal warriors clattered to the ground as well. With the fight nearly won, Twang brandished his wand to draw the skeleton’s attention and then bashed it with his new shield. His shield was impressively effective, ripping the undead’s bones apart. The shield chewed on a bone afterwards like a feral creature enjoying a kill.
We sent the next squad of soldiers leapfrogging forward while Sideh treated his wounds and those of the most badly hurt mercenaries that survived. I also ordered the fiendish ape forward. They rushed up to the next landing-- the fourth landing from the bottom—and into a room off to the right from the stairs. The room had an oddly medicinal, almost bleach-like odor. A large frog-like humanoid, loped at a leisurely pace across the landing and towards the stairs. I recognized it as a hezrou and quickly ordered my ape to attack it.
The ape traded savage blows with the hezrou, but could not stand up to it in melee—after only a few exchanges, the demon drove my minion back to Hell. Twang, Buzz, and I all attacked with spells or psionic powers, but the hezrou ignored our attacks. While not possessing the protections of the greater demons, even a hezrou can be difficult to ensorcel without more practice than we had yet gained. Our troops were most ineffective—I assume they were simply unfortunate, but I have to wonder if they might have lost their nerve in the face of a demonic assault. If so, they will either stiffen soon as they gain experience battling the Shadow, or we will have to develop ways to encourage them.
Sideh joined the battle, rushing straight up to the hezrou and wounding it. The hezrou’s response was fearsome, gashing Sideh badly. At that point, an odd bit of luck went our way. Twang summoned a fiendish dire rat using his wand. The dire rat essentially ripped the hezrou in half, clawing and ripping at a wound until the demon collapsed and dissolved away. Rarely has so petty a minion dealt such a grievous blow.
Twang was the first of us to reach the stairs up, and could see part of the battle raging on the floor above, along with seeing a steady stream of blood running down the staircase. He quickly threw a web, catching as many undead as he could. Ultimately, it would turn out that six of the remaining undead and two Rappa were in the web.
I summoned my fiendish ape again on the far side of the web, and we mopped up, winning a considerable victory. The Rappa took severe casualties, with about twenty of the original fifty down. Sideh saved a few of the critically injured Rappa with scrolls of cure light wounds. But the important point was that we now held the tower, although the wraith, if we correctly guessed the incorporeal undead’s nature, remained nowhere to be seen.
While we were still carefully advancing up undefended stairs, a blood Rappa flew back. “They hold us at the third landing below,” it croaked.
“What are they?”
“At the third landing below,” it repeated in confusion.
“No, what kind of creatures are you battling?”
The Rappa squawked its understanding. “Like most here, they are dead. It is hard to kill the dead, master.”
“Bone or vaporous?” asked Buzz.
“Only one is vaporous. We flee from it when it appears.”
Sideh described the ghost from before and asked if the vaporous undead matched that description.
The Rappa flapped its wings as it thought. “No, this is more like a black mist with jeweled eyes, like to be plucked from the air. What it touches dies, but our weapons will not touch it, master.”
Sideh nodded, and enchanted the weapons of some of our strongest warriors, as well as his own sword, right before we rushed up the stairs.
We rushed forward and up, passing through several layers before meeting any opposition. We could hear the clash of weapons above us as we moved. Eventually, a small group of armored skeletal warriors emerged into the stair well and engaged our first rank.
Sideh called on his deity to repulse the undead while Buzz unleashed augmented fire missiles, destroying a couple of them and injuring others. One of the skeletal creatures fled from Sideh’s holy symbol. More importantly, some other things that we had not seen also shrieked and retreated.
The undead counterattack was uneven, but the least damaged skeletal figure—perhaps a greater undead of some sort-- emasculated one of our mercenaries. He fell and quickly bled out before we could save him.
We focused our attacks on the undead commander, hitting it with numerous spells. Buzz’s energy blasts continued smashing the lesser undead, but the leader appeared immune or nearly so. Fortunately, a fiendish ape that I called to service savaged it fiercely. At that point, the undead commander flung a small jeweled item at the ground. It shattered and enveloped the entire first rank of our troops in a blast of acid. Several of our troops were badly hurt by the acid, and Sideh sustained worrisome wounds as well. One of our soldiers even collapsed. Fortunately, the acid blast was large enough to encompass our enemy as well, and the skeletal commander and one of the two remaining skeletal warriors clattered to the ground as well. With the fight nearly won, Twang brandished his wand to draw the skeleton’s attention and then bashed it with his new shield. His shield was impressively effective, ripping the undead’s bones apart. The shield chewed on a bone afterwards like a feral creature enjoying a kill.
We sent the next squad of soldiers leapfrogging forward while Sideh treated his wounds and those of the most badly hurt mercenaries that survived. I also ordered the fiendish ape forward. They rushed up to the next landing-- the fourth landing from the bottom—and into a room off to the right from the stairs. The room had an oddly medicinal, almost bleach-like odor. A large frog-like humanoid, loped at a leisurely pace across the landing and towards the stairs. I recognized it as a hezrou and quickly ordered my ape to attack it.
The ape traded savage blows with the hezrou, but could not stand up to it in melee—after only a few exchanges, the demon drove my minion back to Hell. Twang, Buzz, and I all attacked with spells or psionic powers, but the hezrou ignored our attacks. While not possessing the protections of the greater demons, even a hezrou can be difficult to ensorcel without more practice than we had yet gained. Our troops were most ineffective—I assume they were simply unfortunate, but I have to wonder if they might have lost their nerve in the face of a demonic assault. If so, they will either stiffen soon as they gain experience battling the Shadow, or we will have to develop ways to encourage them.
Sideh joined the battle, rushing straight up to the hezrou and wounding it. The hezrou’s response was fearsome, gashing Sideh badly. At that point, an odd bit of luck went our way. Twang summoned a fiendish dire rat using his wand. The dire rat essentially ripped the hezrou in half, clawing and ripping at a wound until the demon collapsed and dissolved away. Rarely has so petty a minion dealt such a grievous blow.
Twang was the first of us to reach the stairs up, and could see part of the battle raging on the floor above, along with seeing a steady stream of blood running down the staircase. He quickly threw a web, catching as many undead as he could. Ultimately, it would turn out that six of the remaining undead and two Rappa were in the web.
I summoned my fiendish ape again on the far side of the web, and we mopped up, winning a considerable victory. The Rappa took severe casualties, with about twenty of the original fifty down. Sideh saved a few of the critically injured Rappa with scrolls of cure light wounds. But the important point was that we now held the tower, although the wraith, if we correctly guessed the incorporeal undead’s nature, remained nowhere to be seen.