Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Rhun]

"Raul!" calls Brae, trying to keep up with the quick monk as the man runs gracefully across the swampy ground. "Ware the archer in the barn window!"


Initiative: 1
AC: 24 (w/shield of faith), Hit Points 50/50

Spot: 13
Double move: R88 (Altitude is 20')

Flight, round 5 of 60
Shielf of Faith round 4 of 60

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-- Spells Per Day
---- Level 0 (DC14): 5
---- Level 1 (DC15): 4 + 1 domain
---- Level 2 (DC16): 4 + 1 domain
---- Level 3 (DC17): 3 + 1 domain

-- Level 0: detect magic, create water, resistance, light, guidance
-- Level 1: shield of faith, lesser vigor, divine favor, bless + (d) charm person
-- Level 2: animalistic power, silence, spiritual weapon, sound burst + (d) lesser restoration
-- Level 3: dispel magic, summon monster III, searing light + (d) fly
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[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier AC 19 HP 31/35 (41) 10/12 CON

Raul continues on his way towards the barn (towards O54) at top speed. I need to get that archer out of commission, thinks Raul. Hearing Brae's warning he looks towards the window but sees nothing.

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balance check 15 > 1 bal check for 1 (1d20=15)

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[pathfinderq1]

Thea was quite nearly caught off guard by the sudden approach of the swarming beetle-like creatures. She knew almost none of her spells worked on that sort of thing, and mundane weapons weren't much use either- so it was time to get away from them. Taking advantage of the mobility provided by her spell, she moved back towards some of her other compatriots.

OOC: Move back towards Jonas and Alarion, using her higher move through Expeditious Retreat. Maybe we ought to invest in an extra-large flyswatter or something- or a replacement for Moru; the lack of area damage spells is hurting us...

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

SoulFetter

"Oh, crap."

With no way to retreat and unable to see any other options, SoulFetter mentally rolls up his sleeves and resigns himself to the pain that is surely coming his way. He continues his steady slogging through the muck toward the mill, and prepares to slap and smack some beetles. He keeps an eye peeled for the archer's return.

 

[Helfdan]

"By Morwyn and Meda! What devilry is this!" Alarion stops, drops his javelin, and takes a torch from his pack. He quickly lights it by striking a piece of flint 'gainst his shield, and prepares to meet the oncoming beasties. "My friends, if one of you has some oil flasks, I believe this is the time to use them!"

 

[Scotley]

Maybe we ought to invest in an extra-large flyswatter or something- or a replacement for Moru; the lack of area damage spells is hurting us...

OOC: Your perceptive and wise DM's have long since noted this and are already on the job...

 

[Leif]

OOC: Scotley, SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dang it, that was supposed to be a surprise.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: D'oh, my and my big...keyboard.

 

[Leif]

No biggie. We can just delay the introduction for another level now. Whatcha think? hehehe

 

[Nightbreeze]

No biggie. We can just delay the introduction for another level now. Whatcha think? hehehe

*coughs menacingly*