[AU] Stone Bones

[rangerjohn]

*Kelthet shakes his head.* "So we fight them as well." *He mutters a few quick words under his breath, and reaches into his witchbag, pulling out a small charcoal stick, which he uses to quickly paint X's on both of his cheeks. As he does so, his form begins to waver and shimmer.*

"Somehow, I don't think they can be reasoned with." Atlas retuns as he awaits the coming onrush.

 

[Jaws]

Wil

*Wil drinks his Wind Wine and takes to the air.*

 

[rknop]

"Well, let's have at them, then," Dar says. "Hardly worthy opponents, though perhaps in bulk...."

Dar will attempt to slice up mouth-rats as fast as possible using his Sibeccai Kopesh.

 

[Erekose13]

"I agree with you Atlas, can we take them, or should we flee?" Phaern says hovering above the group. Summoning the runes from his mind he intones the ritual required to bring his blade into being.

[ooc:cast energy blade (electricity)]

 

[Rybaer]

Leesea will fly closer to the grayfolk to more accurately assess their condition and to try and determine how they fell into the crevice. While flying there, she will draw out her Unerring Stone and monitor her companions.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Leesea flies over the grayfolk, diving closer. It becomes apparent that the area right in front of the crevice is very slippery with some unknown brownish goo. The grayfolk lie very still, and Leesea can see blood starting to pool underneath them.*

*The cavern starts to light up slightly as Phaern's lightning blade flares into being, throwing back some of the bluish shadows. Phaern hears a faint scream above him, but looking up all he sees is the roiling blue ceiling.*

*Darthallys steps forward and swings his khopesh into the hoard of little creatures, carving a swath through them. Atlas also steps forward to strike, but hitting the little creatures is hard, and he swings too high. Wil downs his swirling draught, and begins to climb the very air itself. As he goes higher, for a moment he thought he saw something swirling in the "water" of the ceiling, but it's gone again in an instant.*

*The mouth rats surge around Darthallys, Atlas, Kelthet, Indacalis, and the mule, their jaws working furiously to penetrate their flesh. Everyone tries to squirm and writhe to knock the loathsome little creatures to the ground, but several of them begin to gnaw on Indacalis' feet. Even through the shadow that surrounds some of the party members, the mouth-rats seems to find them unerringly.*

*Kelthet's form begins to melt into shadow, while Indacalis throws his stone into the rest of the swarm that is not yet engaged in trying to eat his companions. The rock lands and bursts into pieces of stony shrapnel, cutting up several of the hungry beasts.*

[OOC - Initiative:
Leesea - 22
Phaern - 18
Darthallys - 18 (lower Dex)
Atlas - 17
Wil - 14
"Mouth-Rats" - 12
Kelthet - 9
Dak - 5

Darthallys hits a 16 for 15 points of damage. Atlas rolls a 1 and misses. Indacalis earth burst hits for 4 points of damage.]

 

[Rybaer]

Leesea decides that her companions can fend for themselves for a moment. She flies down into the crevice to the two fallen grayfolk, checking carefully for any other possible threats nearby.

If the location looks secure, she will begin the process of checking their wounds and attempting to stop the blood loss. While doing so, Leesea draws upon the Akashic memory to enhance her skill in the healing arts.

(ooc - Will use Skill Memory to boost Heal to +4. This is a full round action, so it'll spill over into next round.)

 

[Jaws]

Wil

*Wil downs his swirling draught, and begins to climb the very air itself. As he goes higher, for a moment he thought he saw something swirling in the "water" of the ceiling, but it's gone again in an instant.*

*Wil pulls out Fault-Finder and uses it to look up at the ceiling, hoping this item will give him any clue what is up there.*

I have a feeling that the 'ceiling' is more of a threat than the mouth rats.

 

[rangerjohn]

~I knew I shouldn't have put away my blade.~ Atlas thinks as he continues to try to battle the swarm, while interposing himself between them and the mule.

 

[rknop]

Dar continues to lay into the swarm of mouht-rats. "Begone you vermin," he mutters, not considering these opponents the sort worthy of a real battle cry. "I hope we can swat the flies before they gnaw away our flesh!"

-Darthallys