stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. II [IC]

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

As the image disappears out of existance of where he once stood by the altar, Marot regroups himself as he notices some of dead flesh re-knit and unleashes an arcing blast of holy energy towards the wolf-vampire.

"Someone!" He yells,"The ALTAR!"



OOC: +9 ranged touch (w/ bless and PBS) 4d6+5 (use AP if necessary to hit)

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa curled her lip in frustration- nothing they were doing seemed to phase the creature more than a moment. After a moment's debate, she called upon the power of the Sovereign Host, hoping to strengthen her allies for the brutal fight.

OOC: Casting Prayer

 

[stonegod]

Chapel: Round 4 (Complete)

With a strident prayer to Olladra on her lips, Tessa infuses those nearby with the Sovereign's luck. [prayer] At the same time, Jarrith scrambles atop the pristine altar, sending forth another blast of holy might---the beast's skin sizzles under the power. [Damage taken after save] Gaining his footing, the cleric yells out an imprecation to the Flame, and the fiend is rocked by more pain from the heavens. [5hp after save; significantly wounded] It is soon followed by the warlock's holy blast, causing the wounded beast to stagger back! [Ranged touch hits; 18hp; near destruction]

Seeing her time to strike, Janis stridently calls forth a prayer affirming life, and attempts to touch the creature. But it is canny in its wounded state, and hops aside at the clumsy swipe. [cure mod; touch attack 9 misses; charged held] But the beast cannot turn fast enough to avoid the shifter's axe. The two shift chops, however, only weaken it slightly, the dead flesh tougher than steal. [Hit's twice; 22hp before DR]

Another bolt from Ireena sails wide, but Ashlyn will not be denied! Calling forth the Host, she plunges her holy blade deep into the beast, bringing it to the floor! [smite attack hits; 24hp before DR; creature downed]

Chapel: Round 5 (Complete)

But the beast does not collapse; its dark powers dissolve it into a dark cloud that quickly floats off towards the ruined glass and out into the empty night. It is soon beyond sight.

Chapel: End of Combat

Status
T: 18 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds]
J: 14 [cat's grace 28 rounds; bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds; 4/5 turns]
M: 7 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds]
J: 5 [32/38, drained 2 levels; bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds; mirror images (2 images), 28 rounds; prayer 6 rounds; holding a cure moderate wounds charge]
K: 5 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds; shifting 4 rounds]
I: 3 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds]
b: 3 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds]
A: 2 [bless 49 rounds; prayer 6 rounds]

 

[Stormwind]

When the creature's body dissolves into a dark cloud, Ashlyn concentrates and looks carefully at the creature, examining it's aura even as the dark cloud departs the room.

[Use Ashlyn's specialized Detect undead spell-like ability to look at the dark cloud]
[The undead aura should appear to be of the following strength depending on HD: Moderate (3-8HD) | Strong (9-20HD) | Overwhelming (21+HD)]


Ashlyn then walks back to the altar, deep in thought, as she resumes her Vigil.

 

[DEFCON 1]

As the sword in Ashlyn's hand plunges into the beast and causes it to dissolve into a cloud... Khensu rears back and growls again in pent-up fury. "AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!! NNNAAAAAARRRRR!!!" With nothing but the barest hint of control, the shifter keeps swinging his axe back and forth through the cloud and chases after it as it floats off. All of his pain, both emotional and physical, ushers the inquistor to continue his vegeance after the disappearing form.

Jarrith leaps down from the altar and sprints after the shifter. "Khensu! Khensu! Control, brother! Calm down! Calm down!!!" He reaches where the shifter stands screaming into the night, and tries to grab Khensu's arm as it swings the giant axehead about it uncontrolled fury. "Brother! Enough! Enou-- OOOOOOFFF!"

Unable to restrain himself, Khensu swings his arm backwards and smacks Jarrith in the head with his gauntleted hand... sending him spawling. This uncharacteristic action is enough to snap some sense of reality back into the ex-paladin's head, and when he looks down and sees Jarrith lying on the ground with a hand up to his eye... Khensu's ranting immediately ends. The two men look at each other for a moment, neither one quite believing the cuffing that Jarrith just received... and Sir Khensu immediately drops his axe with a clang. He drops down to his knees and brings his head back to release a howl not of anger this time, but of nothing but pain.

Knowing that the action was accidental and uncontrolled, Jarrith crawls back to his friend and brings both of them to their feet. He leads Khensu like a ragdoll back over to the altar, and put him back into place... and immediately the shifter returns to his chanting and prayers... this time even louder and more strident than he was before.

Jarrith glances at the others in the room with a small look of embarassment... shrugs his shoulders once... then turns and joins his brother kneeling at the altar.

 

[James Heard]

Janis heals herself with a gesture, dusting off the detritus of battle as best as she can before sitting down unceremoniously on the dais, smoothing the wrinkled lines of her forehead down with her fingertips. She arches her eyebrow at Khensu, but says nothing.

Oh, but I am a danger to the others. Not like the other madmen, not I. Oh, how their Flame makes petty princelings of each of them...

 

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

Marot takes in the odd behaviors of the others after the vampire is put down.

"What?" He says aloud.

"We are just attacked by a hideous vampire who has no fear of sunlight or holy symbols, and nothing is said about it?"

"By the Flame -- that creature could, and mostly likely WILL be back sooner, rather than later."

"We were lucky that only one of us felt its unholy touch."

To himself,"But I wonder which one of them got the worse end of that deal."

He looks at each of his companions then sighs heavily, making a quick gesture, before another image of Marot appears kneeling next to Khensu and Jarrith at the altar. Soon after, the one still looking around at his companions winks out of existence.

 

[stonegod]

[Use Ashlyn's specialized Detect undead spell-like ability to look at the dark cloud]

As Khensu swings his axe in impotent rage---nothing harms the foul dust---Ashlyn casts forth her gaze. But her Lightbringer training fails her, for though her mind tells her that the departing foe is a vampire, her gift tells her that creature is not undead.

Ireena looks harrowed, then nods at Marot's comments. "You do not return to baking when the wolf has beaten down your door! What was that thing?! Are we truly safe now, if a thing of such nature can attack us in a holy place?!"

 

[DEFCON 1]

Jarrith turns from the altar to look at Marot and Ireena, and his brow furrows. "What would have us do? Go charging through the castle looking for where it went? Um... I think it felt pretty obvious when we walked into this place that the whole area is tainted and evil. So what we just experienced is something we probably should have expected. And yeah, it might very well happen again. But so be it. In this place, it shouldn't surprise."

He shrugs his shoulders and motions to Khensu with his head. "It doesn't change the fact that what we came here for still needs to be done. And quite frankly, we've spent enough of our time running all over this land dealing with all manner of other things first... finding the sword, the medallion, the werewolves... that I really don't want to postpone this again just to go chasing after whatever it was we just faced. Once we finish what we need to do here then yeah, we can talk about it... but for now, we need to do what we need to do."

He looks at the young woman and says pointedly "As I said when we first came in here... if you don't want to wait, you don't have to. I'm sure one of us not doing anything will be willing to take you back down the mountain. But the rest of us need to complete our vigil, and that's all there is to it."

 

[stonegod]

He looks at the young woman and says pointedly "As I said when we first came in here... if you don't want to wait, you don't have to. I'm sure one of us not doing anything will be willing to take you back down the mountain. But the rest of us need to complete our vigil, and that's all there is to it."

Ireena slumps some, obviously tired and a bit scared. "You may have the will and experience to fight such things, but few in Barovia do. But just to go on as if nothing happened... it seems to be turning the eye when fire is at your back. I am just tired. But we must speak of this more in the morning."

Ireena again settles down to try to get some sleep. But this time, she settles down much closer to the altar.