Darksun Killer In Ravenloft PT I

Drinchek concentrates and begins calling upon the Astral to summon his companions. When it finishes forming, he will attempt to further strengthen it with a lesser metaphysical weapon manifestation.

OOC: The contruct will be complete at the beginning of Drinchek's next turn and it will delay until after Drinchek has enhanced it. Whether or not you'll allow the contruct to be enhanced is up to you.

3rd-Level Astral Construct
Medium-Size Construct
Hit Dice: 2d10+2
Initiative: +2 (Dex)
Speed: 40 ft
AC: 17 (+2 Dex, +4 natural, +1 Deflection)
Attacks: Slam +5 melee
Damage: Slam 1d6+5
Face/Reach: 5 ft. by 5 ft./5 ft.
Special Attacks: 3+1 abilities from Menu A
Saves: Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2
Abilities: Str 19, Dex 15, Con —, Int —, Wis 15, Cha 6

1-Additional Attack: One additional attack at highest attack bonus; both attacks –2 to attack roll.
2-Armor (Ex): +1 deflection bonus to AC.
3-Fly (Ex): Construct has physical wings (6-foot wingspan). Speed 60 ft. (average).
4-Trip (Ex): If the construct hits with a slam attack it can attempt to trip the opponent as a free action without making a touch attack or provoking an attack of opportunity. If the attempt fails, the opponent cannot react to trip the astral construct.
 

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OOC: What I read left me a little confused. Sorren's attack wasn't telepathic. only the spirit has any control over Tallask's mind. Control Body is psychokinetic. He has his body wrapped up in telekinetic energy and can control him like a puppet. Regardless of what his mind is telling his body to do, it is in my control now.

A cold grin spread across Sorrens face as he realized the elf was firmly in his control. He supposed the spirit hadn't expected that. She might control his mind, but his mind no longer controlled his body.

Unfortunatly, Sorren wasn't expecting her counter attack. Suddenly, his vision was filled with psychic energy, and his mind was wracked with pain. He sneared under the psychic strain, and fought it off as best he could. His mind clear, though still a little dizzy from the pain, Sorren refocused his mind, and continued to concentrate on the psychic force wrapped around the elf.

"Tallask is under my control," he said coldly to all who could hear. With his still outstretched hand, he pointed at the spirit.

"Kill her."
 

Ashrem Bayle said:
OOC: What I read left me a little confused. Sorren's attack wasn't telepathic. only the spirit has any control over Tallask's mind. Control Body is psychokinetic. He has his body wrapped up in telekinetic energy and can control him like a puppet. Regardless of what his mind is telling his body to do, it is in my control now.


good point. my bad. This is my first real run of psionics since 2nd edt. I did a Fort check and he still failed- move as you will.
 

In his years a gladiator, Dukotti had faced off against more foes than he could count. But none had been the living dead.

He had heard of such things, of course. A few muls had told him the story of how twelve prized fighters fought a hundred shambling corpses which struck barehanded with the force of mauls. In the end, only those three half-dwarves survived the carnage. They had won much fame for their masters that day.

But this was not a corpse, it was spirit. Either way, he was now placed between that fool's crossbow and his enemy. A few pinprick scars in his back are the only remnants of that particular lesson in cooperation with archers.

The great elf crouches very low, his weapons scraping the ground and leaps once more toward the wall at his right. Reaching the upper corner, his reflexes and training guide him into a spinning leap into the opposite wall going just above the frozen Tallask's head. He braces a powerful arm on the elf's head and pushes off once more against the wall, aiming for the ground just to the right of the spectre. Dukotti arches his back and kicks his legs up and behind him in midair, reaches out with his arms, and hits the ground rolling. When he kips up to his feet, he is somehow holding his sword. When he had time to draw it is a mystery but a brief, slight breeze blows down the hall from his direction.

Fear and caution giving way to necessity, he brings the sword in an upward arc across the spirit's back. He doubts it will work, but it's better than a bolt in the arse.

OOC: Tumble check through a threatend area at +20. Psionic Draw as a free action. Attack with +1 Longblade at +12. (1d8+4 dmg)
 

KILLER IN KALIDNAY
DARKSUN
SEGMENT 063

Sorren reaching out telekinetically and pushes Tallask's arms to strike the spirit (-4 using Sorren's BaB....hey natural 20 but didn'r confirm:( ) strikes the surprised spirit squarely for ten points. Tallask can do little as one controls his mind (passed concentrate so she still controls you) and another his body.
The spirit reaches out to deal with the new threat of the elf coming out of the new hole in the floor but misses.

Energy begins to form as Drinchewk constructs his astral construct with augumentations. Dukotti rolls to and fro avioding the spirit and ends up behind her in a flanking position and strikes sure, doing 10 damage then swings again missing. Jayde watches the spirit prepared to stop it psionically from attacking others in the group. Odten fires off a shot and strikes the spirit-like creature which has more substance than originally believed. (3 dam).

The spirit is crying out loud now in anguish.

Actions? as before, once most of you have replied I will update.
 

Drinchek completes his vision of an angel formed of the same colorless substance as he himself feels himself to made of, then attempts to grant it supernatural power by placing a lesser metaphysical weapon power upon it. After that, he will move to take cover around a corner or behind an overturned table while the construct engages and attacks the spirit.
 

Hearing the spirit shriek and watching as it flounders in pain, Dukotti's face forms a predatory grin, sensing his prey is nearly finished thrashing. Still, he was not yet confident enough to sheath his sword and humiliate his foe. This was no arena and no crowd would cheer as he mocked his opponent with light slaps on the nose and flicks to the crotch.

His fluid form arches and spins, some blows coming purposefully close, others meant to finish the spirit off entirely. He throws away caution now, intending to finish his prey with style.

OOC: No longer fighting defensively; full attack action with sword
 

Odten looks mightily relieved that his weapon will harm this undead creature, and again loads and readies his crossbow, waiting to see what effect his companions actions have before shooting.
 



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