NeMoren's Vault III: Return to the dungeon!

[Piratecat]

Actually, since you've stopped concentrating, that illusion doesn't have long to go.... and as a DM, let me just say how disapointed I am that you let the others in on that little secret. I was all prepared to say, "There's a plank crossing the cavern...."

The normal smell of hot metal fills the air, courtesy of Kazak's psionics. But there is now another smell. Brimstone? Dead meat? The smell of winter? Hard to say, exactly.

Kazak's biocurrent has ended, as both goblinoids have backed out of range, and the only person fighting is Mialee with her bow, as she draws another arrow from her quiver.

From the northern end of the room, the drums get louder - WHUM. WHUM. And then stop.

"Well," rasps a voice from the darkness. "What do we have here?"

 

[Devis]

Readying my crossbow. As soon as I see the thing that's talking, I fire.

 

[Mialee]

Hmm... I'd like to cast it again, but I don't believe I'd have the spell memorized twice. Oh well.

Are the rest of you ready? Whatever this is, it had a musical intro, so you know it's big and bad. My illusion is wearing off, but- see- the plank is over there now. That one's real. If it's a magic user, I want you fighters rushing over that thing- ONE AT A TIME, MIND YOU- and into the fray.

Also, if it's a magic user, I want us getting OUT from underneath this immense deadfall above us. He (she?) wouldn't need a rope to send it all tumbling down upon us.

 

[Alhandra]

"I smell the presence of Evil!"

*checks her proximity to Regdar, backs off a bit, then tries again *
"I definately smell the presence of Evil!"

Depending on it's closeness, Alhandra will get her spiffy new longsword out, OR her longbow. (depending on how far away it seems, and the situation)

Right before she enters the fray, she'll burn some of Heironeous' granted power to turn on her feat of Whoop-@$$: Divine Might.

She'll fire at first sight of the thing, or if it's a close-up assault, she'll charge into the thing if it looks weak (spellcaster-type).
If the thing looks really tough (monster-type), she'll try to rally the others in a heroic charge against the vile abomination. <-- that's a knee-jerk judgment, total situation-ist.
maybe it's a celestial down here in the pit, but she kinda doubts it.

 

[Kazak]

Kazak's look of concentration deepens as the other Iconics pile up behind him. His biocurrent finally winks out as the last of the hobgoblins moves out of range.

He turns to look at the others, glowering at Regdar and Jozan.

"Could ye stay a little further away from me when I'm chucking electricity about? That or wear something less conductive?"

The sound of the drums finally gets through to Kazak. His look of puzzlement quickly changes to one of alarm at the sound of the voice.

"Oh Moradin! What now?"

He places his hand on his case of crossbow bolts, which start to glow with a faint silver light.

OOC: One manifestation of Lesser Metaphysical Weapon on my crossbow bolts, just in case...

 

[Jozan of Pelor]

Jozan rolls his eyes at Kazak, then notices all the crossbows piling up behind him. "Now, now, careful there!" Not wanting to waste time maneuvering for position in the narrow corridor, he simply drops to one knee, yanking Krusk down beside him, so that his compatriots can shoot over his head.

Then he places one hand on the Half-Orc's wounded belly and grips his holy symbol with the other. "Oh Pelor, Mighty Fire of the Sun, Divine Torch who Leads us all to the Dawn of Wisdom, Really, Really Powerful God who will not let his Own Iconic get zapped by Something Nasty right in the middle of a spell, let you Burning Grace pass through me into this shabby and uncivilized but still somewhat worthy half-orc, and heal his wounds so that he can face the coming fight with his usual barbaric savagery. Thank you."

Cure Moderate

 

[Vadania]

I prepare my sling and will fire it at whatever this is when it rises. I tell Perea to stay back for now


OCC: Dr. Midnight, if your reading will you post your e-mail. I need to correct my stats.

 

[Ma'varkith]

Ma' slips quickly between her comrades and toward the front of the party, her shield and sword at the ready. Her eyes sweep the chamber, seeking the source of the raspy voice.

"Glad you saved some for the rest of us, Mialee."

OOC: Ma' will activate biocurrent (it should be good for 3 minutes) and will use her free manifestations of Valor on any saves she needs to make. She will use her quick movement to set up flanking situations for her comrades, as usual

 

[Krusk]

The bloodied half-orc holds still just long enough for Jozan to complete his prayer, before fidgeting in his eagerness to return to battle.

Jozan stop Krusk blood.
Thank you, Krusk kill more Hobgobs...
Who speak big mean voice?

Kneeling next to Jozan, Krusk knocks an arrow, and peers into the darkness across the pit, attempting to find his mark.

Krusk tries to get a good look at whoever belongs to the Eeeeevil voice. If he can get a good shot, he'll fire an arrow at him. If not, he'll fire an arrow at whatever other target presents itself, preferrably the biggest, meanest, toughest looking target.

 

[Hennet]

Who's the bard in this party, anyway?

The haiku's impressive but lets see you go through the Tomb of Horrors in iambic pentameter, Krusk.

While I'm jammed up in the corridor, I cast an inspired Mage Armor. And cop a feel on anyone who I think will let me get away with it.

"What, it's somatic gestures, that's all."