[AU] Stone Bones

[Erekose13]

Phaern continues to prepare for battle. Drawing on the power of his staff, he armors himself in glowing plate ready to defend their baggage train should the snail continue moving towards it.

[ooc: cast eldritch armor - AC 23]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Phaern encases himself in magical protections, as Leesea sinks her knife into a likely soft spot of the snail's body. Atlas drives his sword down hard, cutting deeply into the beast, who retaliates with a barrage of blows that leave the giant nigh-breathless. Kelthet eases around the side of the snail, and gives a massive downward chop with his greatsword. Wil begins the careful process of drawing his cold, reptillian rune on the bobber. Leesea darts in again, but this time her blade bounces off the snail's shell.*

[Atlas, take another 15 damage. The snail doesn't like you for some reason...]

 

[Erekose13]

*Now outfitted with armor and his fire sword, Phaern swings into action. He flits up and over the snail to a position far away from those flailing clubs and attacks vigorously into it. He is careful not to get within reach of the flails as he moves.*

[ooc: +11 touch, 1d8+5 damage]

 

[rangerjohn]

Seriously concerned now, Atlas calls on power of Life for protection.

OOC: Call shield, ac +3.

 

[Rybaer]

Leesea notes the beating that the snail has imparted upon Atlas with growing concern. She redoubles her efforts at sinking her dagger into the snail's weak spots.

 

[dead_radish]

Kelthet grins slightly, clearly enjoying himself. His iron armor seems to gleam a little, even in the darkened cavern, and he swings again at the snail, shouting to draw its attention from Atlas.

(OOC: Also attempt to size up the snail's condition, possibly with Sense Motive or the like....).

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Phaern dives in, his fiery sword laying elegant burns on the snail's wet flesh. Atlas calls upon the power of life to protect him, and in a cascade of golden light, and sheild forms upon his arm. Wil's cold croc lunges in, jaws snapping. Diving under the snail's flailing "heads," it clamps its teeth on the body of the creature, ice crystals forming around the wound.*

*Leesea dives in, plunging her dagger in and aggrevating her previous wound nearly at the same time the crocodile attacks. Indacalis moves behind Atlas and places his hand on the giant's back. A feeling of warmth and a taste of loam fill Atlas as his wounds begin to knit.*

*Kelthet, the snail's situation is rather dire. As you watch it, its flailing stops and it collapses, nearly catching Wil's crocodile underneath it. Its shell continues to glow and swirl with color, providing an odd counterpoint to the battle that just raged here.*

[OOC - Atlas, you heal 17 points of damage as Indacalis infuses you with life]

 

[Jaws]

Wil

*Wil commands the croc to stop attacking and come to his side. The croc disappears seconds later in a crackling burst of electricity.*

"I wonder what kind of components we can gain for our spells. And is it edible."

 

[dead_radish]

*Wil commands the croc to stop attacking and come to his side. The croc disappears seconds later in a crackling burst of electricity.*

"I wonder what kind of components we can gain for our spells. And is it edible."

"Almost everything is edible to something else."

*Kelthet considers the snail.* "I wonder if it was guarding something? It came after us pretty fast, and without much provocation - are there young around, or valuables? Maybe food sources?"

*Without waiting for an answer, he steps to the entraces and exits, one after another, ear cocked in concentration. (OOC: Listen checks, clearly. )

 

[Erekose13]

"On the topic of food, I think that is probably what it was after. I mean we havent found a lot down here. And I think it had been hanging out in the crystal chamber just back there, not much to eat around there. Its pretty big, I bet it could have taken one of our pack animals easily." Phaern is a little excited, a natural high from the adrenaline of combat. When he speaks it comes out really fast each work falling on the next.