[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[Scott DeWar]

hedron attempts to stop"falling".when the creatures advance, draws his bow and covers the lead one. He will fire, or any other, if they are hostile to the party. (readies action).

"so that would be funny, eh? I am having trouble laughing."

 

[WarlockLord]

The necromancer grins evilly and prepares for combat.

EDIT: Ignore the 69, this is me posting at 4 in the morning.

 

[jackslate45]

"If wouldn't be the first time we have been attacked by random things on a quest, Thorn. Remember that time in Ustalv?" Xanfire points out.

 

[WarlockLord]

"If wouldn't be the first time we have been attacked by random things on a quest, Thorn. Remember that time in Ustalv?" Xanfire points out.

"Wait, you thought those homicidal clowns were random? I am insulted. Very insulted." the necromancer replies.

 

[jackslate45]

Xanfire shakes his head as yet another incident is caused by good evil old Mal.

 

[Shayuri]

"The clowns were you?" Thorn asks. "That was pretty low. Even for you. Undead minions I can take...but juggling? Ffew."

 

[Scott DeWar]

I followed them back to you as their rank oder and constant drop of rotting body parts made a nice trail to follow. Still, there were a lot of children that were forever hurt by your prank.

 

[WarlockLord]

I followed them back to you as their rank oder and constant drop of rotting body parts made a nice trail to follow. Still, there were a lot of children that were forever hurt by your prank.

"You mean the illusionary ones? Those I created to mess with your heads. I assure you, even I have some standards.

Although I did enjoy the looks on your faces when they started singing."

 

[fireinthedust]

OOC: Looks like they go first.

The banter dies as the group is swallowed by the mass of creatures. They swirl around you like tadpoles in a pond, swarming the group so that it is difficult to think: close calls and swishing bundles of rags threaten to divert your concentration from acitons at hand.

They seem to be singing to one another, a high-pitched screech that affect each of you on a primal level, tickling some subconscious memory of your species to the primordial days of your race's existence.

The call gets louder, and en masse they let out a baleful screech: one voice, then joined by dozens more, join together. As they do, the white noise buzzing in your ears soars in volume, threatening to unhinge your minds and overwhelm you. Their call unnerves you, summoning a desire for you to throw down your arms and give up.

OOC: So that's two effects: 1) all of you need to roll a save vs. distraction, a la a swarm; and 2) roll a Will save. I'll let you know if you succeed. Also: my new job and my family are taking a lot fo time now: I literally only can post properly three days of the week, and I've got two other games I've ended up GMing. I need everyone to keep posting so I can move forward, sure, but 4 nights a week I now can't access this site at work, and the rest of the time I'm taking care of my family (who've raised the issue that they need more face time with me). I'm going to keep going, but reduce posting rate. I'll check it every day, so keep going, but I'm going to try to do a mega-post once a week (once a round) and just answer minor questions as we go. Make sense?

 

[Scott DeWar]

family first, job second, d and d somewhere further down the list. That is all one could ask for. Keep you family close and your sanity closer.

vs distraction I will give my modifiers:
vs fort +22
vs ref +24
vs will +17