Rhun's Weekend Game - Dwellers of the Forbidden City - IC Thread

Sandor knows that his advantage against the lizards is with the range of his spear, and so he presses that advantage as he stikes again, ready to sieze any opportunity that presents itself of other opponents moving through the arc his spear can reach.
 

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Sandor knows that his advantage against the lizards is with the range of his spear, and so he presses that advantage as he stikes again, ready to sieze any opportunity that presents itself of other opponents moving through the arc his spear can reach. What would have been only a glancing blow is supplemented by the increased strength of Sandor's enlarged form, and a spray of gore erupts from the wound his spear tears into the blackscale's stomach.

Seril sends another pair of deadly arrows arcing into the combat, and although the first missile misses its target, the second penetrates the lizardman's throat. The creature crumbles to the ground, trying to breath as it chokes on its own blood.

Seeing that Zeddicus is gravely injured, Helios pulls out another, now familiar wand. He points it towards his wounded comrade and and in a clear voice intones, "Psike!". In response the earthen floor appears to rise up around around the psychic warrior creating an encircling wall of stone. "Abel, don't just stand there. Make with the heally-heally!" THe remaining lizardman jumps back away from the stone wall, turning his attention to Sandor.

"Already on it," Abel says as he draws his healing wand to aid Zeddicus, trying to stay out of reach of the lizardmen while he's occupied. The priest uses the enlarged form of Zeddicus to screen his approach, and taps the warrior with the wand as he nears.

With a gasp of frustration, Talshia realizes that the it's just too hard to target the beasts while they're ducking and jinking in battle with her team. A spell is needed, but which? Ahh...yes. Illusion was not her specialty, but it had some useful incantations...She cautiously moves off to one side, conscious of her spell's spreading effect and careful not to get too close to a lizardman's club. When in position, she incants as she brings her hands to her mouth to form a cone...as if to shout through. Instead, she blows.

A spray of intensely brilliant colors explodes from her hands, showering dazzling, constantly changing light over the lizardman. The effects of the Color Spray were highly variable, Talshia knew. Some were overcome by the spectacle, some merely distracted. And with an effort of will, it could be ignored. The blackscale proves a susceptible target though, and reels back, blinded and staggering from the blast.

Zeddicus moves forward, and easily finishes off the beast with a series of powerful double-handed chops of his blade.


Combat is over.




Experience Points Earned: 625 xps each

Initiative Order
Sandor 19, attack vrs LM4 19 (success), damage 11
Seril 17, attack vrs LM4 11 (failure), attack vrs LM4 21 (success), damage 12 (7 + 5 electric)
Abel 17, wand of cure light wounds on Zeddicus, heals 10 points
Helios 16, cast scorching ray, ranged touch attack 18 (success), damage 17
Talshia 14, attack vrs LM4 9 (failure)
Celestial Bombardier Beetle 14
LM1 14
Zeddicus 12, attack LM5 15 (failure)
LM2 12
LM3 12
LM4 10
LM5 5, will save vrs DC17 9 (failure), blinded (3r) & stunned (4r)

Current PC Status:
Seril 40/40
Helios 41/31, mage armor (4h09m), false life (4h15m)
Abel 37/37
Sandor 38/38, enlarged (47 rounds)
Zeddicus 22/38, enlarged (48 rounds), force screen (7 rounds), AC24
Talshia 26/26, AC16, mage armor (4h09m)
Beetle DEAD!



 

"Is everyone alright? It appears the only other exits head to the other fissures--that there is no access to the higher habitations of the cliffs from where we are. Still, I suggest we search carefully this area, and see what we find. Then head back, and perhaps head in a different direction through the swamp."

So saying, Sandor begins as search, the cool slime squelching between his toes as he steps over the bodies of his blackscale kin. While he has eaten fairly recently, at one point he does bite into a flank and have a snack.






OOC: Just to note, it is likely that I will be unable to post for after tomorrow until after March 3. I'm sorry about this. Every now and again, RL interferes. Please feel free to push Sandor around as you wish!

KS
 

Your company quickly searches the cavern that the blackscales appear to use as their home. Along on of the walls, you fine crude designs...crafted of platinum, gold and silver coins. Apparently these lizardfolk hammered these coins into the stone to make their "artwork." You are certain they can be pried out, though it may take some time.

You also find a small leather bag amid the refuse and slime. Opening it, you find it is filled with small gemstones...alestones, carnelians, irtios, and skydrops.

Lastly, although it hasn't weathered the damp, slimy conditions of the cave well, is a leather-bound journal, which appears to be written in the Alzhedo tongue.
 

Talshia eagerly scoops up the journal and scans it's contents. Then she nods.

"I can read this, though it may take time to separate out the useful information from the inconsequential."

She does read the last few pages first though, just to see what they had to say at the end.
 

Talshia has no trouble reading the elegant, stylish characters that make up the script, noting that whoever wrote the journal has excellent penmenship.

The journal appears to be the writings of the calshite wizard Horan. It details his arrival to the Forbidden City, and his attempts to unite the factions of the city together. It seems he has made headway with the yuan-ti and the forestkith, and that those two bands now acknowledge his leadership. The lizardfolk have proven more difficult, though there has been some cooperation from the poisondusk. Apparently the blackscales and the mongrelmen within the city are still not cooperating with his plans.

It appears as though this Horan has issue with the Rundeen, and has thus targeted their shipments for raiding. It appears as though the wizard is intent on evetually expanding his control into the surrounding lands, and carving out a new empire.

Talshia recognizes (Knowledge: Arcana check 32) the name Horan. She seems to recall that he is an arrogant but quite powerful wizard. In fact, Talshia recalls having actually met the man on at least one occasion within the Grand Library of Stars.

Since Talshia is also from Calimshan, I allowed her an Knowledge: Arcana to recognize Horan, as opposed to a Knowledge: Local check.
 

"If we can cover our tracks, perhaps we should make camp here. Not the most pleasant of places, but its reasonably defensible. And I'd rather not dip into the dregs of my occult energies while the reptiles just keep getting bigger and bigger." Helios grins sheepishly. "I wouldn't mind a chance to take a look at the journal either."
 

Sandor accepts the words of his companions, and makes his way to the front of the cave, back and forth along all three passages, just to make sure he kows the layof the land. Then he excuses himself, has a quick cool down in the water in front of the cave entrance, and returns to feast on the lizard folk corpses.

He offers to take the third watch, and soon falls asleep.
 

Talshia graciously lets Helios read the journal, and as he does she sums it up for the others.

"This was written by a powerful Calshite wizard named Horan. It depicts his efforts, only somewhat successful, to unite the creatures of this lost city under his rule, and create an empire loyal to him. From what he's written here, the yuan-ti and forestkith already bow to him. Only these lizardmen and the mongrelmen of the city remain opposed."

She looks around at the others. "If we are going to oppose Horan, we might have to consider an alliance of mutual convenience with those creatures. I've met him once, long ago in Calimshan. Even then he was a mage of great accomplishment and power. What he has grown into since then..." The dark-skinned magess shakes her head.

"Be careful with that journal as well, Helios. We might use it to help direct a scrying spell sometime in the future."

If does turn out that the group is making camp there, she breaks out her bedroll and some parchment, to make notes of the day's events before turning in.
 

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