Tristan tries to duck under the stream of acid and comes up again with his hand clenched around the shaft of one of his javelins. The throwing sear is quickly pulled out, and with a single deft motion, Tristan reverses his grip on it and hurls it at the nearest serpent.
Clinging precariously to the rope slipping a little from the jerking lifeline, Julian looks at the bat winged being as it draws its sword preparing either to cleave him or the rope keeping him from falling to his death. Hoping to keep from either curcumstance, the monk braces himself against the cliff, bunching his legs in a desperate move. He tries to time it so as the creature closes on him kicking out to carry him out of the line of attack and possibly bringing him into a better angle to strike with his feet as the twisted huminoid flys past.
OOC: I know its a hell of a manuver but what the hell....I am a monk...
ROUND 2 Initative:
Kyron: 18
Julian: 16 (deferred, was 19)
Bad guys: 16
Kiera: 13
Tristan: 11
The monk braces himself against the cliff, bunching his legs in a desperate move. He tries to time it so as the creature closes on him kicking out to carry him out of the line of attack and possibly bringing him into a better angle to strike with his feet as the twisted humanoid flies past. He remains crouched, mid-wall, waiting for the perfect time to spring…
Kyron chants a war invocation and a shining sword of light appears slashing at the creature winging away with PC. The sword connects solidly with the creature’s left wing, ripping a long gash and drawing a spray of blood. The creature roars in pain, reflexively jerking down and away from the flashing blade, flying jerkily, painfully, to the rocky ground.
Landing poorly, the creature roughly abandons the frey; both hands moving to tend its wounded wing for a moment. Folding its wings over its armor, it looks to Kyron with murder in its eyes and draws its serrated bastard sword. It moves into combat carefully, eyeing Kyron from head to toe, testing his defenses with practiced feints and jabs.
Suddenly, the creature makes a short, over handed jab with the point of his blade, but at the last moment reverses the momentum of his strike, spinning the blade around and under, hoping to slip beneath the luminous’ defenses. Kyron, with a slight turn of the wrist, twists his shield and blocks the blow, eliciting a snarl from the cat-like creature. Switching tactics, the creature lets go of the blade with one hand and swipes across Kyron’s face with long, serrated claws, but misses.
P.C. gets up from the heap in which he was unceremoniously dumped, shaking his head. After gaining his bearings, the little frey growls and casts a spell, wiggling his furry fingers quickly. Instantly, the ground around the bat-winged creature before Kyron erupts into a mass of foot-long, squirming black tentacles, each tipped with a lamprey-like maw. The tentacles wind their way around the thing’s legs and begin latching onto any exposed flesh they can find. The begin tearing out small, bite-sized bits of flesh, and casting them aside, immediately trying to latch on again for their next bite. In moments the creature’s legs are streaming with blood from scores of bites and the creature is yowling in pain.
Meanwhile, the second creature tucks in its wings and makes a dive for Julian. It is soon clear that the creature is targeting not the monk, but rather the rope upon which he hangs. Julian waits for the perfect moment, his years of intense training allowing him to perfectly judge the speed and angle of his opponent. At the last possible second, the monk pushes off with his powerful legs, springing out and away from the rock wall…
…it is at that moment that his right hand, slick with sweat, slips on the rope…
Julian is completely shocked, but it seems that fate is with the monk, for his sudden momentum, coupled with the sudden imbalance, kicks his body (and the rope) much farther out than he intended. Further, the sudden change in weight upon the rope just jerks it out of the wide arc of the creature’s sword sweep, saving the rope from being severed. Julian gets a wild ride, hanging by one arm, his legs and right arm flying wide, out into the precarious darkness away from the side of the spire…
The bat-winged creature veers skillfully up and away from the rock wall, another roar erupting from its fanged maw. The sound echoes off the concave rock surface, spreading out into the still, cold night air like a ripple on a still pond.
The roar is then followed by another sound from the creature, but it is a sound that sends a thrill through the hearts of the heroes. It is a scream born of pure pain as the creature, flying up and away from Julian, unknowingly flies directly into the path of Kiera’s spell. The ray of searing light streaks out unerringly and hits the creature dead in the chest; melting a large hole in its breastplate, melting flesh and burning fur beneath. The sudden burst of light, directly in its field of vision, blinds the creature and it wheels blindly backwards into the night from which it came. There is little doubt that it will return, as soon as it can see again.
Still visually tracking the flying creature she just wounded, Kiera drops one shoulder and moves her head to the right, dodging out of the way of most of the acid spit from the flying snake. However, the spray is too fine to escape fully, and initially, she can hear and smell, more than feel the acid eating away at her hair and the skin on the back of her neck.
Tristan tries to duck under the stream of acid and comes up again with his hand clenched around the shaft of one of his javelins. The throwing sear is quickly pulled out, and with a single deft motion, Tristan reverses his grip on it and hurls it at the nearest serpent. The serpent zigs when the warrior expected it to zag and he narrowly misses with his throw, however, even his dodge is not enough to keep him clear of the fine acidic spray that lingers in the air like fog.
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OOC:
Tristan - 4 damage (acid - damaging cloth, leather, and living tissue only)
Kiera - 2 damage (acid - damaging cloth, leather, and living tissue only); also:
Due to your deathwatch spell, you can tell that P.C. is down 6 h.p. and Baja and Xerxes are down to -2
Julian - depending on your action, you might have a whole host of checks to make
Kyron - let me know what the sword is doing...
Don't forget your Eleation bonuses!!
Baja and Xerxes, -1 hp
Kyron sees that PC's evil-looking spell has the batwinged creature held by the leg so the luminous takes a step back and starts to chant another war invocation creating a second sword to send after one of the acid spitters.
His original sword of light continues to slash at the would be freynapper.
original sword 6+4(wis)+5(BAB)=15 damage 1d8+2 (5 if hits).
new sword 5+4(wis)+5(BAB)=14 damage 1d8+2 (8 if hits).
Would it be possible to fall the 30 feet to get near Xerxes and Baja without landing on them? I.e. how large is the outcropping they are lying bleeding to death on, etc. Also, are there any single-person gliders around where we are?
Swinging back to the granite wall, Julian thinks quickly and makes a decision. Knowing that his friends are helpless in their unconsious states he quickly makes his way down the rope to their position, feeling the grace and courage of Heronious filling his body (well either that or a whole lot of adrenaline!) and hopes to defend them from the creatures attacking in the night.
OOC: decend to the 2 hangin' and get to a cool bad Hong Kong Action film action sequence with flyin' monsters....if nothing attacks this round try to get one of the CLW's into Xerxes throat..
Would it be possible to fall the 30 feet to get near Xerxes and Baja without landing on them? I.e. how large is the outcropping they are lying bleeding to death on, etc. Also, are there any single-person gliders around where we are?
Yes, it would be possible. They are hanging on either side of a rock outcropping. The peak of the rock outcropping is about five feet wide (enough for one person to stand upon at a time. By squatting down upon the rock outcropping, you could reach down and touch the heads of Baja and Xerxes without too much difficulty. Yes, there are several within a move action of your location.
OOC: Everyone, please see the OOC: thread for a map that should clear some things up.
Tristan winces as the acid spray singes his skin, and curses as he watches his javelin fly straight past his foe. He reaches over his back and draws his blade, watching his enemies as they circle.
[ooc - if enemies are in range, he'll draw blade as he moves to one and then attack 1d20+12 = (16) + 12 = 28, 1d10+6 dmg, (1) + 6 = 7
. . . otherwise he'll draw his sword and hold action to attack any enemy that approaches him, same numbers as above.]
If Julian doesn't make it down to Baja and Xerxes safely or is too busy fighting off the flying creatures, Kiera will snag a glider and make for the edge, hoping to use it to guide and brake her descent to land as close as possible to her two unconscious companions, not to actually take flight.
OR
Otherwise, if Julian gets Xerxes up and moving, Kiera lets her voice carry to them "get Baja on his feet and get up here." She'll then draw her mace, her voice intoning the words to a powerful prayer, building quietly they rise and golden motes of light begin collecting around its head, then she points it into the group of winged creatures and a pulse of energy flies up and explodes in a brilliant golden radiance.
OOC:
Casts Holy Smite, targeted at the biggest group she can make out
