Whitney's hawks continue to harrass the fiendish wolf creature to the left, the magical talons slashing scars of fire into the vile creature's hide, causing it to emit another howl. The badger, letting off what sounds like a happy growl at Norri's presents, renews its attack on the fiend to the right, raking a glowing claw near its neck. The obelisk's flames become angrily intense as both fiends how in pain.
The air around Bhartus' outstretched hand begins to shimmer as Moradin's simple begins to glimmer. Droplets of moisture forms, swirling around the dwarfs fingers, reaching a fevered pitch, the heat easily perceptiple to Whitney. Eventually the swirl of steam reaches a radius of about 2ft before being violently projected towards the bugbears. The creatures are obscured by the magical fog for but a second before it disspates. The one which suffered under Whitney's attacks is now still, having fallen into the Lady's webbing. The others scream in pain, desperate to be free of the webbing, blisters covering their already ugly faces. They look very much weakened.
The wolf fiend on the left growls some incomprehensible words to its brethren, which shifts on its hind legs to face Norri, the flames in its eyes showing clear rage as the make contact with Norri's before the hellish illumination projects strait into the halfling's pupils. While both Norri and the badger take the oppurtunity to attack, sword and claw pass right through the fiend as if it weren't there.
Norri: An overwheliming sense of depair overcomes you. You feel weaker, less sure of yourself.(Crushing Despair)
The other fiend begins to bristle as flames form around its feet. The hawks continue to swoop at it before the flames engulf it. Almost immediatly, a similar conflageration erupts behind the large badger, the wolf thing standing, snarling as the flames dissiapate.
Norri, palpable fear on face, still manages an extrordinary quick succession of attacks, which, unfortunatly, fail the penetrate the monster's hide.
Meanwhile, the bugbears make little progress it breaking free of the webbing, the two in the rear putting all their strength agaisnt the strands, but to no avail, while the remaining one in the front reaches down to grasp his morningstar.
Whitney is up. Three bugbear's remaining, all appearing VERY close to falling (hint).
Diagram:
>>>>>>>>h
>>>>>>>>>OrBr
>>>>>>>>h>N
>>>>>>>>>bb
>>>>>>>>>>b
The air around Bhartus' outstretched hand begins to shimmer as Moradin's simple begins to glimmer. Droplets of moisture forms, swirling around the dwarfs fingers, reaching a fevered pitch, the heat easily perceptiple to Whitney. Eventually the swirl of steam reaches a radius of about 2ft before being violently projected towards the bugbears. The creatures are obscured by the magical fog for but a second before it disspates. The one which suffered under Whitney's attacks is now still, having fallen into the Lady's webbing. The others scream in pain, desperate to be free of the webbing, blisters covering their already ugly faces. They look very much weakened.
The wolf fiend on the left growls some incomprehensible words to its brethren, which shifts on its hind legs to face Norri, the flames in its eyes showing clear rage as the make contact with Norri's before the hellish illumination projects strait into the halfling's pupils. While both Norri and the badger take the oppurtunity to attack, sword and claw pass right through the fiend as if it weren't there.
Norri: An overwheliming sense of depair overcomes you. You feel weaker, less sure of yourself.(Crushing Despair)
The other fiend begins to bristle as flames form around its feet. The hawks continue to swoop at it before the flames engulf it. Almost immediatly, a similar conflageration erupts behind the large badger, the wolf thing standing, snarling as the flames dissiapate.
Norri, palpable fear on face, still manages an extrordinary quick succession of attacks, which, unfortunatly, fail the penetrate the monster's hide.
Meanwhile, the bugbears make little progress it breaking free of the webbing, the two in the rear putting all their strength agaisnt the strands, but to no avail, while the remaining one in the front reaches down to grasp his morningstar.
Whitney is up. Three bugbear's remaining, all appearing VERY close to falling (hint).
Diagram:
>>>>>>>>h
>>>>>>>>>OrBr
>>>>>>>>h>N
>>>>>>>>>bb
>>>>>>>>>>b
