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Internet ate my post! Fah! I'll just sum up. Thaven's action will happen at the end of the round, but you can post your action ahead of time, if it won't change anything (hard to judge, usually, unless you're casting a buff spell or doing something predictable. At 20th, though, I suppose it's not that easy to predict...)
The DCs are: 24 distraction, and 20 Will.
The swarm is going to act first, then you guys go.
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The swarm of creatures rushes the party, flying around you with perfect movement. Each of them are like a bundle of tentacles covered by a sheath of tattered rags, like a funeral garment. Their tentacles slither over your skin, their rags brush your limbs, and you have the feeling like for all the world of swimming in the middle of a school of fish.
The mental push is likewise intense, and the static of the area has become a psychic roar. Those whose willpower is overcome by it are stunned, their minds overcome by the sheer power of their mental force. Even those able to resist can feel the pressure building inside their heads, pushing against their eardrums with a threat to burst them.
Two of the party find themselves pulled away by the swarm, separated from the rest: Gerhardt and Malacarus. The swarm simply surrounds them, grapples their bodies, and pulls them away into the clouds. The rest of you can see one another, but the attack of the swarm of creatures fails to grapple your limbs. Tentacles from several of them attempt to latch onto you, like they did to Gerhardt, but you either dodge them or shrug them off.
The last thing you can hear from the warrior is a muffled scream; the mental anguish overcame him, and the swarm latched onto his limbs and dragged him away to whatever end.
Thaven: You make your wish, hand on the djinn-trapping item the Emperor allowed you to use. One moment you're in the palace, the next you're floating int he Astral plane! (see earlier description)
You find yourself floating a hundred yards from the Broken Eagles, whom you had decided to seek out for aide. However, they're surrounded by a swarm of strange creatures: bundles of purple tentacles shrouded in funerary tatters. There is a psychic static, similar to white noise, that bears down upon you with powerful mental force.
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First roll vs. Distraction, and Will save also. Then post your action for this round.
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