Valerian utters gutteral words in the Giant tongue, and blows over his fist. Ice and mist appear around the startled marauder, but seem to melt away just as quickly.
With an echoing, chorusing whine that seems to ring eerily off the nearby trees, the marauder blinks from sight, and suddenly reappeares next to Oliver and Yatrax. Biting down at the woman, it rips through the cloth of her sleeve and clamps on her arm, drawing blood. Yatrax utters no sound, but manages to rip herself away from the creature with some difficulty. Oliver, standing next to her, has no weapon to strike against the creature in their midst.
Arrgha'n hurls his throwing scarab at his hated kin-foe, but the sudden shift of the marauder throws off his aim, and the scarab goes screaming into the night.
Irthos leaps into action from the top of one of the wagons, the slick green aura enveloping him and most of his nearby allies, excepting Kurst, who's out of range.
Kurst turns, clutching one arm to his bleeding side, and shouts in pain. Poisonous-looking purple energies gather at his other hand, shot through with painful dark red, and lash across the intervening space at the marauder, scorching its side at the same place where it hit him. The marauder gives another whine, and suddenly you hear shots from the night guards.
"Raiders! Raiders from the woods!" someone shouts, attention suddenly wrenched away from you and back to the forest outside the protection of the wagons. A few random arrow shafts pepper the ground around you, and the defender light torches in front of them to both illuminate the woods and give them a curtain of light to hide behind. Bows are bent on top of the wagons as the Blademark Guild defenders prepare to beat off the raiders.
Yatrax crawls straight back from the marauder and brings one hand down across her face, and the other slashing as if at the marauder. Shadows suddenly seem to gather and bind across its face, and the marauder stands there, dazed and confused.
Oliver grabs his rapier, and with panache of both him and Paimon combined, skewers the marauder neatly in the side. Its strange silvery blood glimmers and gleams in the firelight as it turns a sad, shadowed eye to stare at you.
Maavnod leaps up with a terrible growl, his spectral arms at the ready, and charges across the intervening space, leaping the flames of the campfire. He easily grabs ahold of the dazed marauder and grips it tightly with all four of his arms (two normal and two spectral), ready to rend and tear at the strange blue flesh.
OOC: [sblock]Initiative:
Valerian 22
Ethereal Marauder 19
Arrgha'n 18
Irthos 16
Kurst 14
Other combatants 14 (lower Dex)
Yatrax 9
Oliver 8
Maavnod 5
OOC: Marauder gets a 19 on his Fort save, so Valerian's spell fails. Marauder hits Yatrax with a 19 and does 5 points of damage to her. Oliver had no weapon at hand, so he doesn't get an AoO. Arragha'n gets a 9 to attack the marauder and misses (I guessed you would have liked to use an action point, but I only rolled an additional 3 for you, which brings you up to 12, which still misses. If you'd rather I hadn't used one, go ahead and keep the action point through). Kurst hits at 21 with his touch attack and deals 2 points of damage with his eldritch blast. Yatrax crawls straight back, and then uses her mesmerizing shade mystery. The marauder fails his Will save with only a 9, and is now dazed for two rounds, unable to take actions, but still able to defend himself. Oliver picks up his rapier as a move action that doesn't provoke and AoO and hits with an 18, doing 5 points of damage to the marauder. Maavnod easily moves and hits with a touch attack of 28, and gets a grapple check of 33 to the marauder's 8. The marauder is so totally grappled!
Everyone, don't forget your action points! Let me know when you'd like them used... like if, "I get below a 12 on any attack, spend an action point." Or whatever.[/sblock]
Init: +5[/sblock]
