Life In Vein

[mpickett81]

Matzerath mojh aka2 unf1

Same as last round, Matzerath will loose an arrow from his bow if no one is in melee with the elemental on his turn. If someone is in melee with the creature, he'll slice him up good with his battle claw.
He addresses the creature in angry hiss, "Why do attack us outlander?"
[Note: Matzerath uses a composite longbow, not a crossbow]

 

[Steve Gorak]

Urgo is going to walk back carefully (more than 30 ft), and start shooting his heavy crossbow.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Urgo's bolt skims over the top of the flames, seeming to miss the heart of them. Matzerath, seeing no one too close, closes with the creature, slashing at it with his metal-ensheathed fist. Heat pours through the glove, scortching the hand below, but not before ripping into the center of the flames.*

*Agracahn drops his whip, and moves up to the fire, drawing out an elegant rapier and dagger. With a florish, he stabs the rapier delicately into the fire. Pai fires another bolt of ice into it. While the main thrust of it misses, the cold it brings with it slices through the fire. Soen casts another dagger, but this one goes wide. Eryic waits and watches, looking for an opening.*

*The fire does not deign to answer Matzerath's question, but only roars as the wind begins to pick up, throwing Soen to the ground, and making it hard to stand against. The elemental lunges at Matzerath, slamming into him, scortching him badly.*

OOC: Matzerath, take 7 points of damage, both from clawing into the fire and from it slamming into you.

 

[GoodKingJayIII]

A torrent of dust explodes outward from Eryic's current position, his hair blowing wildly as a huge shimmering blade apparates into his hands.

Gritting his teeth, he adjusts his position and prepares to strike.

[OOC: summons Greatsword Witchblade, adjusting his movement to a good 50' away from the elemental creature. PS: Please check the OOC thread]

 

[mpickett81]

Matzerath lets out a yell as the living flame scorches his hand as a result of his own attack. Almost instinctively, he retreats back from the creature.
Let the others have a turn at the outsider.

[OOC:Matzerath retreats back 30' from the elemental.]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Matzerath dances backward while Eryic summons a shimmering sword of solid air, catching light from the crazed elemental in front of you. By now you all can barely tell what's its shrieking and what is the sound of the wind bearing down on you. Soen gives a cry and tumbles to the ground, clinging with both hands to avoid being blown away. Pai pulls out a round ball of clay from a pouch and throws it at the elemental, scoring a muddy splat on it and slightly dimming the flames.*

*Urgo starts to crank up his crossbow, while Agracahn lashes at it again with his rapier. Arkas stands, waiting and watching, struggling to stand against the wind.*

*The fire lashes out at the litorian, but he nimbly steps aside, not even getting his clothes scorched.*

 

[GoodKingJayIII]

Eryic Darumen Male Human Wind Witch 3

Hefting the greatsword of air, Eryic yells a wild battlecry, his stringy hair whipping in the artificial wind. Leaping forward, he strikes out at the elemental creature.

[OOC: Charging for a total of +7 to hit, -2 to AC (AC 10). 2d6+3 damage]

 

[Dougal DeKree]

*Seeing that this creature won't be subject to diplomacy Arkas draws his bow and shoots the elemental* I really should've altered my reservoire of spells Arkas thinks to himself.

 

[mpickett81]

Matzerath mojh aka2 unf 1

As he feels the burn he received from the elemental sting in the whipping wind, Matzerath feels reluctant to engage it in melee again. He knocks an arrow onto the string and fires at the creature.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Eryic lunges in with his sword of air, chopping through the creature, the wind of the sword adding to the shriek of the gale around you. Soen continues to claw at the ground to keep from being swept away as Pai makes his way over to Matzerath.*

*The mojh brothers let loose with bolt and arrow at nearly the same time, driving them into the center of the fire. Araks' arrow comes a second later, as the wind suddenly dies and the fire returns to normal, non-lethal, non-mobile proprotions. Agracahn shakes his mane in annoyance and coils his whip.*

"Well now, that was exciting."

*Soen releases his grip on the ground, his face white. Pai clucks his tongue over Matzerath's hand, and pulls out a small tin. Cracking it open, he smooths a bit of the greasy green ointment therein on the mojh's hand, greatly cooling and soothing the burn, though it leaves him with a feeling of fatigue.*

"Is that better?" the faen asks, looking concerned. "You were very brave, dashing in there like that"

[OOC - Matzerath, you heal six points of damage and take three in subdual.]