Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Quin releases his spiked chain from its holding loop but keeps it coiled in his hand.
It doesn't take long for Screech to both see and hear the group's quarry, as it glides down into the gulch. It quickly and silently wings its way back to the big druid and informs him that the wererat is sitting outside on the other side of the building. It was eating a small animal and it didn't see or hear Screech, although it was being wary. The whole process takes the bird about a minute.While following the tracks, Caerth mutters to himself. Eventually, he declares, "Must be a different wererat. Heavier, larger. Dangerous."
When they reach the house and barn, the druid whistles and calls his owl companion, briefly describing what they are looking for and asking Screech to scout the area, and the owl flies off silently. Caerth himself stands for a moment, finding the lack of animals disturbing.
"Bad feeling about this. Probably a trap," he agrees with Raius. Nevertheless, the half-orc unslings his bow, places an arrow on it loosely for easy drawing, and moves into the gulch towards the ramshackle hut.
"I guess we're investigating," Raius says quietly. He waits for the druid and Aureus to take the lead down into the gulch. He stays at the back of the group and guards Quinn and Phar's backs.Quinn releases his spiked chain from its holding loop but keeps it coiled in his hand.
Featar wings off high above the gulch but a gust of wind catches him awkwardly. It turns the bird over and the hawk is forced clser to the ground. It lets out a shrill call that worries Phar. The empathic link between the tow of them rings out in Phar's mind. There is fear in the hawk's mind, as it tries to gain altitude. Then a bow shot twangs and an arrow flies towards the bird. It hits the hawk right through the wing and the bird calls out to its master in agony. The hawk flaps awkwardly to the ground on the other side of the gulch.Phar has a conversation with his own feathered companion and it too joins the aerial scouting. "Could be a trap, but I think we must investigate. Let's give our scouts a little time first. Keep a sharp eye out. Wererats are known for their stealth."
The wererat doesn't see or hear Phar coming. The first ray hits its dead center in the back and knocks it off balance for a second. The second ray just misses its head.Phar emits only a slight murmur of rage before gliding forward toward his fallen familiar so smoothly he seems to float rather than walk from shadow to shadow. He raises his hands ready to blast the Wererat for his perfidious attack on the hawk.
The gladiator grins a mirthless toothy grin and says, "Hey rat, allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Quinn, medicine man here for leaching and blood letting and I am all out of leaches.You are the disease I am here to purify."The wererat turns and snarls in defiance at the group. It takes aim at Quinn with its bow and fires two arrows towards the big gladiator. The first arrow slices Quinn's thigh but he manages to deftly dodge the second shot. The wererat discards his bow after taking his shots and with lightning quick reflexes pulls the spear off its back to prepare for the onslaught to come.
"Do your worst!" it snarls.
OOC: Bowshot #1 > 1d20+13=24 (hit), Damage > 1d8+3=8; Bowshot #2 > 1d20+8=19 (miss) [I'm assuming Quinn will be using his Dodge feat vs. the wererat]
The motes swarm around the wererat and it snarls in anger. "A good play, elf. but I won't need to see you to kill you."Phar breaths a sigh of relief that his familiar is safe for the moment. He considers for an instant and the begins the arcane gestures and words of power that are the tools which power his magic. A swarm of shimmering motes streams from the elf wizard's slim agile fingers and engulfs Wererat. He stays where he is knowing he holds the advantage in a ranged fight.
The first arrow deflects off the wererat's strange armor while the second one misses its left flank by inches.Taking the wererat's words as an invitation, Caerth releases his bow's string, and an arrow flies towards the creature. Not waiting to see if it hits its mark, the half-orc druid immediately draws another arrow to follow the first.
"I barely even felt the breeze," it laughs. "Now you will see how a true killer fights!"The gladiator grins a mirthless toothy grin and says, "Hey rat, allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Quinn, medicine man here for leaching and blood letting and I am all out of leaches.You are the disease I am here to purify."
He lets fly 2 arrows.
Both arrows fly down range as the rat deftly dodges the poorly aimed projectiles. He drops his bow and grabs his spiked chain and net.
The arrows pass through the light but fail to find their mark. The wererat is shifty even when partially blinded."Keep talking," Caerth says with clear irony, shooting two more arrows at the wererat now covered in magical motes of light. Then the half-orc drops his bow and instead grabs his powerful spear, readying himself to enter melee with the creature.
The wererat bares its teeth and hisses, but it is hard for Caerth to see though the motes of light. "You talk big, warrior. We will see who kills who." The ratman pauses. "No, maybe I'll bite you. Infect you. Then you will come with me and be another servant for my... no, I will tell you after you have been enthralled by the moon."JustinCase said:"I know you. Just a little beast, fearful of predators, staying out of the light," the half-orc druid starts intimidatingly. "And rightly so. Rats together are strong, but alone they are weak. You are weak. And I am what you fear."
With that, Caerth starts stalking towards the wererat, slowly, deliberately, fully aware of the uneasiness of any who look at his large frame and massive spear.
OOC: No, I don't believe so. At the very least, the wererat would have to be in rat form for it to work, but I don't think it does at all. The wererat made its level check but just barely. I rolled a 2 plus its modifiers.JustinCase said:
Quinn manages to position himself just behind Raius with a quick shift of hi feet before he devastates the wererat with two quick blows from his chain. The wererat doesn't hear or see it coming and the first one thumps hard into its chest while the second takes fur off the side of its face. It growls and hisses in pain.With a metallic clunk, the spiked chain falls to the ground with the exception of the handle. It slithers with a quick twist of Quinn's hand and suddenly flies through the air while he stands 10 feet away. The human warrior spins the end through the air and flicks it forward with a deadly flash.
The arrow fails to hit the wererat who seems to have a twisted sense of luck. It barely notes the passage of the arrow high above it's head.Phar cringes as his friend is raked by the claws, but his resolve is not dampened. He smoothly nocks another arrow and takes careful aim on the boastful Wererat before letting it fly.