OOC: Init order: Jovik (18), Jokad (15), Kael (10), Danth (10), Zombies (
2), Mammy (
-2)
Kibb, Jakardos, and Vale crowd around the heroes, but are unable to get any clear space to help.
"What do you want us to do?" asks Jakardos, and where is that damn Kaven?
Jovik looks up the flying for on Mammy. There are 4 shifting, rippling images of her that makes his head spin. He has no idea which image is the real Mammy, so slashes indiscriminately at shifting reflections. One of the images flickers and blinks out of life as he hits a false image.
OOC: It is still random, and will remain so until all images are removed. 4 images were left, I
rolled 1d4 and Jovik missed the real Mammy. Now 3 images left!
Fully lost to his frenzy, Jokad knocks aside the shattered body of the first zombie and continues his punishing assault on the next unfortunate creature in his path. He has one clear thought, "Kill Momma. End this."
He barrels into the first zombie in his path, swiping its head hard, gouging a two inch gash straight across its face. It crumples to the floor. Jokad uses the momentum to slash upwards hard and fast at the last remaining zombie. His blade, moving with stunning speed, splits the thing from crotch to shoulder, spilling it into two parts.
Mammy screams in pain and anguish as her last "sons" die before her eyes. Jokad is clean through on her now, allowing Danth and Jokad to follow close behind, and removing the dangerous flank from Jovik.
Perhaps sensing that the tide of battle has turned against her, Mammy screams abuse at her attackers, most of it unrepeatable.
Kael's scorching ray bounces off one of the last remaining mirror images of Mammy, causing it to disappear. There are now only two switching, floating images, one real, one false.
Danth points Crimson Dawn at Mamma, and speaks a single word, carrying the weight of the Dawnflower's might along with it. "HALT!"
The hideously obese ogre-kin woman just looks down at Danth with a look of disdain on her face, as if querying whether this soft little human really expects her to just stop.
OOC:
Will save successful
The archon continues to floats overhead like a large firefly, rays of light flashing down the hall toward the many images of Mamma.
OOC: Mammy
saves easily against the Archon's aura
The Archon lances out with its beams of light. The first extinguishes the last false image, and the second burns into the woman's flesh, eliciting a scream, and the horrible stench of burnt flesh.
OOC: Mammy at -24hp
Once again, the ogre-kin sorceress targets Jovik with some form of touch attack spell, but once again the quick-witted rogue manages to dart away from her outstretched hand.
OOC:
She misses
