CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Rhun]

End Of Combat

Combat is over. You have all fled before the power of the enemy mage, although it pains you to leave your friend behind. Still, judging by the blast that struck him and the way the smoke was curling from his body, you are all certain that Shoon is dead. Still, such a stalwart companion deserves an honorable burial, and you are ashamed that you are unable to provide such.

The wizard's evil laugher echoes behind you as you each climb through the trapdoor into the chamber above.

The portal opens in the floor of a twenty foot diameter circular chamber. The floor is covered with dirt, dust, bones and dried husks of animals. The ceiling is masked in heavy webs...the webs look more like cobwebs, lined in dust and dirt; Whatever creature made them is probably long gone. A single ten foot wide corridor exits the chamber to the east.

Sir Merrick enters the chamber last, slamming the trapdoor closed. "What can we use to block the trapdoor? We do not want him following us."



I can't do circular chambers on my maps the way I would like, so for now they are going to be shown as octagons.


PC Status
Zirat: 34/40
Aeron: 5/31
Merrick: 7/31
Deren: 12/25
Ciaran: 8/20




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Somehow, you lucked out. Shoon stabilized (10% rolled) at -9 hit points. However, this kind of leaves us in a worse situation than him being dead; If captured, there will be little to do until the rest of the group manages to find him...let's discuss in the OOC thread.
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[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat stands on the trapdoor, he is quite sure that the mage is not that powerful to chase them and even to lift the door.
What now?
He asks with grimed voice

 

[Rhun]

All is quiet as you catch your breath and discuss your next move. No sound comes from either ahead of you, or from below.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran catches his breath. It's a pity he couldn't wield the flaming broom as a second weapon, but the team had already lost so much... Poor Shoon...

Ciaran looks around, taking a cool, calculated stock of the situation. "So, if I understand correctly, we are in the passages underneath the watchtower, cut off from the watchtower per se by that mage, and left to find a way out through Beory's bowels while bleeding from numerous electric and eldritch burns. We've lost one of our own, trapped behind a foul Wall of Fire, and who knows what he wants to do with that. I would love nothing more than to net the mage, and keep chopping at his hands until his defenses wear off..."

Ciaran is clearly no longer cool.

"If we only had adamantine weaponry. A method of discerning the invisible. I could ward against the Magic Missiles, but little else. How many bolts were you hit with, Merrick? Four? He can't have much left in the way of spells prepared, but he could just as easily be stocked with scrolls and wands. Perhaps--no... We are unprepared, still too disorganized. When we have more time, we should work on our tactics, invest in the tools we need. In the meantime, we need to find what we can here."

Ciaran casts Mage Armor and searches the room for anything useful.

 

[Rhun]

Ciaran is disappointed to find nothing of use in this chamber. Besides dusty webbing, bones, dirt and other sorts of debris, the chamber is empty.

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=OOC]I'm, obviously, back from my vacation and should be posting regularly again.[/sblock]
After Sir Merrick closes the trapdoor, Aeron stares vacantly at his boots. He does not immediately respond to the knight's question, or the comments of Zirat and Ciaran. The cleric clearly avoids meeting anyone's eye, and the expression on his face suggests that he is either on the verge of weeping uncontrollably or screaming with rage.

Just as he appears ready to break, Aeron drops to his knees. His armor makes a thud as it smacks the floor, and gasp escapes the cleric's lips as the quick movement pulls his wounds. All expression leaves his face as Aeron begins praying inaudibly.

After only a short moment, Aeron gets back on his feet. With no words other than those needed to invoke the power of Pelor, Aeron touches his companions to heal them.

Once all of the magic is done, Aeron looks flatly at his companions. "I have almost no power left. I pray that the Shining One protect us, but His will shall come through me little more today." The cleric then slumps, as if just speaking that much took virtually all his effort. He simply stands waiting, obviously either unwilling or unable to take any further initiative.
[sblock=OOC]Using 4 cure light wounds and 4 cure minor wounds (the only spells Aeron now has are his domain spells and 1 orison)
One CLW for Aeron and Deren; Two CLW for Sir Merrick; all four CMW for Ciaran[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Aeron's prayers for healing are answered, and despite some remaining wounds, the entire group feels much better than they had just a few minutes ago.



PC Status
Zirat: 34/40
Aeron: 16/31
Merrick: 27/31
Deren: 21/25
Ciaran: 12/20

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

good souls like yours are rare in this world Aeron.
The champion thanks the priest.
we need to find a way out, with out the healing power of the shining one and even the minor healing provided to me from blessed Kord we could be in troble.

 

[Voadam]

"Use the wand on the Prophet and our Storm Mage." Looking grim Sir Merrick considers then says "We are down another good man and the Prophet has no more magic. That mage's magic can overpower us and keep him warded unless one of us can wrestle him to the ground and prevent him from using his magics. Shoon's dash was our best chance for that and he has fallen. Thanks to the Prophet we are hale again. We cannot take the mage through his wall of fire so long as it stands. Storm mage, how long will that be?"

 

[Rhun]

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Ciaran is fairly certain that the wall of fire is probably already down. Even a powerful mage cannot support it for very long without concetrating on it. Of course, Ciaran is also fairly certain that attacking the wizard again will result in more deaths...on your side.


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