Life In Vein

[Cannibal_Kender]

*Soen looks at the others.*

"Well...It might be interesting to see what creatures that suck the heat from your body look like", he says with a grin. "I'll go as well."

 

[Erekose13]

Pai stays close to Agracahn at the back of the group. Eager to see these creatures too, since apparently he had slept through the last encounter.

 

[dead_radish]

*Matz grins.* "I knew that you all just needed a pep-talk. And just think - they might be friendly, and we can all have a chat over roasted faen." *He catches himself.* "Pheasant, I mean."

 

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

Arkas whines at Urgo's back, "Oh alright, have it your way. Play the hero, but don't come running to me asking for help after you've been frozen solid."

Arkas commands Bronwynn to stay nearby and guard him. Meanwhile, he nocks an arrow and follows the mojh brothers into the cold room, ready to give them supporting fire (arrow fire that is).

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Urgo, pushing open the door and entering the room, you see that this was once a rather magnificent bath. A large bath is sunken into the floor with two shallower pools flanking it. Shallow troughs that held the water criss-cross the floor. Stone shelves and boxes probably held bathing supplies. Behind you, you hear Eryic calling his witchblade, while in front of you you hear soft growling.*

*Peering over the lip of the largest bath is a large dog-like head with beautiful sparkling blue eyes. Its teeth are bared and it's snarling at you. You don't remember anything about them speaking, though they are more intelligent than an animal. As it looks at you, you feel the cold around you seem to tug at you, sucking the heat from your body with a painful draining sensation.*

[OOC - Urgo takes 5 points of cold damage.
Initiative:
Urgo - 22
Eryic - 20
Vaushi -19
Soen - 17
Pai - 14
Agrachan - 11
Tinguals - 9
Arkas - 7
Matzerath - 3]

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

OOC: I don't get an initiative?

 

[Erekose13]

Pai fires his crossbow at the creature provided he can still draw a bead on it when it is his turn.

[ooc: hp 13/13, AC 15, Light Crossbow: +5 ranged, 1d8 damage, 19-20/x2]

 

[Clonz]

Urgo, mojh, runethane 1/akashic 2

"She's cold as...cold as ice." Urgo warns the others. "Watch out, or she'll chew you up."
*Urgo draws his dagger and throws it at the beast.*

[OOC: hp 13/18, AC 13, Dagger: +3 ranged, 1d4-1 damage, 19-20/x2]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Warning rendered, Urgo slides the hilt of the dagger into his hand and throws. It slices right by the tinguals head and into the bath. Another growl from the bath warns that there's probably another tingual down there.*

*Eryic begins to call his witchblade of wind, while Vaushi begins to chant a spell and the temperature begins to warm perceptibly. Soen delays, looking for a clear shot while Pai sights over his crossbow and lanches a bolt deep into the tingual's chest.*

*Agracahn slips to the side and snaps at the tingual's face with his whip, but it falls short. The tingual jumps as the sound though. From the bath, a second tingual joins the first, this one focusing its gaze on Pai, while the first glares at Agracahn. Both feel them pulling at their body's warmth, but both manage to resist it.*

*Arkas sights the wounded tingual with his bow and gives him an arrow to match the bolt in his side. The tingual yelps and whines, but doesn't fall yet. Matzerath dances forward, his battle claws at the ready, but the wounded tingual is still capable of dodging him still. Both tinguals are now hissing and whining as the room starts to get a bit foggy with the increase in temperature.*

[OOC - Urgo hit a 15 and missed. Pai got a potential crit and confirmed on a 19, dealing 12 points of damage. Agracahn got a 15 and misses. Agracahn gets a 22 on his Fort save and Pai gets a 20 on his Fort save. Arkas got a potential crit and confirmed on a 10, dealing 12 points of damage. Matzerath gets a 16 and misses.]

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Agracahn, Litorian Unfettered

*Agracahn switches targets to avoid striking Matzerath, lashing his whip at the uninjured tingual.*