[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[Sephiroth no Miko]

One of Ivth's eyebrows arches at Flaust's first statement, quickly followed by the other as she continues to blather. By the time she is beating her hasty retreat, both of them are so high they've nearly disappeared into his hairline.

Ivth turns to Donner with a clearly skeptical look. "Care to explain?" he asks drily.

 

[Ashy]

Shedding fur for skin of tough leather and suddenly multiplying in mass and size by a couple orders of magnitude, you wind up atop a very surprised fiend, pinning him under you with your bulk. Snarling, it tries to kick you off with its powerful hind legs and scramble away but you overpower it easily.

"Not readysss to give up yet?" It bares its teeth in a rictis of a grin. "No matter, we will still have your sssoul in the end."

Initiative (status):
Burrow (100/100)
Thing Trying to Eat Ashy (slightly injured)

Burrow heals another 5 points from his second use of wildshape. Since he was still grappled at the time of his wildshape, he tries to keep a hold on the creature as he changes and succeeds 17+20=37 vs 21. On the creature's turn, it tries to escape, but fails 23 vs. Burrow's 8+20=28 and 8 vs. Burrow's 4+20=24.

Burrow's Stats: AC 21 (-1 size, +0 Dex, +7 natural, +5 wild armor); Spd 30 ft.; Grp +20; Atk +15 melee (2d6+12, gore); Str 26, Dex 10, Con 21; Fort +12, Ref +3.

Burrow begins goring the thing over and over again. He moves nothing on his body, save his massive head, until the wretched creature under his tree-like legs moves no more...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Blade Stopthrust, female spiker fighter 12

*Blade steps up when it becomes apparent (again), that Flaust has managed to bungle things up again.*

"My pardons Ivth. We're looking for a manor by the name of Daubei's Obscure Woe, and we were told that Badurth was the man to see if you wanted to know anything about things in the Torch," Blade says politely, her violet eyes open wide.

[OOC - Diplomacy +4]

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad sighs as Flaust retreats, reminding himself to suggest Blade or someone else the next time the tiefling decides to lead. If we're to die, then I'd rather it be quick and orderly.

 

[Serpenteye]

Kiaros smiles at Flausts antics and continues to observe the progress of the group.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

"Daubei's Obscure Woe? Hmmm... never heard of it. Very well, I'll consult with him. Wait right here; I'll be just a short while." With a swish of robes, Ivth gives the workers a few last instructions, then stalks towards a pair of grand staircases in the back.

He returns a few moments later, with a slightly disgruntled look on his face. "Badurth will see you now," he says a bit stiffly and waits silently as the group collects itself to follow.

He leads everyone up to second floor to a small but sumptuously appointed dining room. It is filled with the sweet and pungent smoke of pipeweed, and heated to a nigh-uncomfortable degree by a large, roaring fireplace. The chamber is dominated by a single mahogany table, flanked by a few chairs. As you enter, you catch a glimpse of a scantily clad elven dancer being hurried out of a side door by another servant. Once everyone has made their way in, he excuses himself and shuts the door behind you.

Seated at the table in front of a partially eaten meal is a shriveled old elf with chalky black skin. His inky, almond-shaped eyes turn to narrow bloodshot slits as he looks you up and down. Long white hair spills haphazardly in front of his face and over his shoulders. He wears a tunic of midnight silk, and a red cloak covers his thin shoulders despite the warmth of the room.

Taking a long drag from a stem of pipeweed, he tosses the butt onto his meal and gestures for you to take a seat, if you wish. Leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his lap, Badurth asks in a hoarse wheeze, "What would bring you berks to want to stick your noses into an old, forgotten thing like Daubei's Obscure Woe?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"The life of a friend, and the fate of many others," Blade says with a bow to the man. She politely declines to sit in order to avoid puncturing the man's furniture.

What manner of creature is that? He has obviously massed so much power in his years that we are but more than insects to him, his arrogance speaks volumes.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad, fascinated by Badurth, sits and carefully listens to the conversation. He allows Blade to speak, as she's far more articulate and pleasant than he is. I wonder what keeps him on so long here. Why not pass beyond? What could he be looking for?

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Without further ado, Burrow does his best to impale the foul thing on the tip of his horn. He is somewhat hampered by the resilience of the creature's supernaturally tough hide but the sheer might of his chosen animal form overwhelms its fortitude, punching through skin to pierce organs and tear flesh. The monster, realizing the seriousness of its predictament after the first blow lands, begins to fight back in earnest, though most of its frantic attacks go wild. In the end, it dies ignominiously with a gurgle as Burrow drives his horn through the its black heart.

Initiative:
Burrow (97/100)
Thing That Had Been Trying to Burrow (dead)

First round, Burrows hits 17+15-4=28 for 5+3+12+1-10=11 points. Creature whiffs. Second round, Burrow hits 8+15-4=19 for 1+5+12+1-10=9 points. Creature manages to land a claw for 3 points in return. Burrow makes his Fort save 4+12=16. Third round, Burrow hits 4+15-4=15 for 2+4+12+1-10=9 points. Creature whiffs. Fourth round, Burrow hits 13+15-4 =24 for 5+6+12+1-10=14 points and the thing dies. The -4 penalty to hit comes from being grappled and applies to both sides. The -10 penalty to damage comes from the creature's DR.

 

[Serpenteye]

"Daubei's Obscure Woe? Hmmm... never heard of it. Very well, I'll consult with him. Wait right here; I'll be just a short while." With a swish of robes, Ivth gives the workers a few last instructions, then stalks towards a pair of grand staircases in the back.

Kiaros follows him to make sure there are no ambushes awaiting the group. Taking special note of the elven dancer, ..a favorite, perhaps a confidante?.., he studies the room and its occupant.