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5E The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Three

daindarkspring

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Dain - The Crack

Dain followed the mystics through the crack, nodding to Carthum as the cleric took the rear position. His shield suited that well enough. Dain's sword felt good in his hand, balanced and ready for anything.

If Dain himself was not quite so perfectly attuned to the situation, it was only because they had fought for their lives twice in the last two hours and neither skirmish had been a sure thing.

So he was apprehensive.

But Essithea was close. And his comrades had proven themselves in a fight. So there was that!
 

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Explorer
The Crack

There is much to consider as Otiroth's glowing shape leads the party through the confines of a winding crevice. The sorcerer is focused, but in the back of his mind he has sensed other magic at play. Metea's skull eyes. They rang with a soft hum of potential as he watched her play with them. Annit’s finds, the glass disc and a small uncut gem too, might be sensed by the gifted to hold otherworldly secrets. But there was no time yet, to fully appraise any worth or potential in them.

A captive. A foe. The possibility of more interesting discoveries. This is what had their immediate attention.

Behind the glowing dancer Metea's illusion hovers, hopefully concealing the team; Jeovanna first of course, followed by the arcane wielders then Dain, Annit and Carthum protecting the back.

It is a cramped experience, even more terrifying when considering the many yards of rock looming above your heads. The occasional groan. A grimace perhaps as the larger built of the explorers push on. After numerous turns, Annit whispers, “we are close now”.

The glowing human form’s light starts to spread out ahead and creep into the area beyond, and to the right Jeovanna hears clattering and scratching. Then… was that a distant growl? Does she dare look out and take a peek? How far would Otiroth let the glowing dancer, the decoy proceed?

<The air is tense. Given Annit's earlier description of the area you could probably get to the mound's location in one move. The sounds seem to be coming from the same direction. Whatever is making them, it hasn't noticed you or Otiroth's decoy yet. Should you wish to charge to your right, you can have surprise on any foe that might be there. The choice is yours...>
 

Otiroth

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Otiroth: The Crack

The lair was miserable, and Otiroth had to admit: Annit was quite brave, to travel around here on her own.

They were here to find the captive, no matter what state or level of friendliness it was, so the growling coming from the direction of the mound was oddly fortuitous. In its own way. They didn't have to choose. Since the group could no doubt see each other within Metea's illusion, he'd gesture towards the others to continue towards the mound, tout suite.

He would not charge his dancer towards the scene, but off at an angle away from them, slightly to the left.

Illumination, within Metea's illusion, was a tricky thing!
 

Metea

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Metea: The Lair

No, keeping the illusion centered on the team while they suddenly scrambled was a tricky thing!

Metea would do her best, though. She hadn't really mentioned to the others that she couldn't stop them from bursting out of the illusion into the open, so that was kind of on her. Shouting it out now would ruin the whole set-up.

But hey, just because the others wanted to rush out and expose themselves didn't mean she had to... once they stopped moving, she didn't need to concentrate as much on the illusion!

These dark places... so delightful. Show me, Metea! At once! I must wallow in its disgust.
 

Jeovanna

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Jeovanna: The Lair

Growling?

The teleparting demons had made many noises while they fought, but growls had not really been among them. Not outside the noise of any beast, though. Jeovanna's mind flashed back to what Metea had said. The 'captive' may not be. Insight on demons from a demon-touched was surely not something to be tossed aside lightly...

Jeovanna was already moving in the direction of the snarl, either insight or a desire to keep the spellcasters safely protected keeping her within the range of Metea's spell... for now.

They could not afford gallantry! And if the captive was a demon in disguise, she would not hesitate to strike. She could apologize to Otiroth later.
 

Carthum One-Tusk: The Lair

Carthum squinted into the darkness. Perhaps, if he focused, he could see beyond Metea's shroud...

They were moving quickly now. Despite every other fear, being out of the crevice at least helped him feel a bit less claustrophobic. It was a near, thing, though, so deep under the earth. Sometimes, though, in the darkness was the place that needed Suru's light the most.

If there was indeed a captive, someone trapped by the foul demons that willingly lived in such places... they would surely need Suru's light!
 

daindarkspring

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Dain - The Lair

Dain was creeping along behind the mystics, listening mostly to Carthum's armor and shield scrape and grind against the rock behind him. Nothing to be done about it, that was for certain. And as far as Dain was concerned, he would protect the cleric with his life no matter what happened, at least until the debt was repaid. If it would ever be repaid. At this rate, he would owe Carthum everything he owned within a fortnight. That that he owned much. Of anything.

As the lair came into view, Dain struggled for a view of it around his comrades. Whatever it was, it was not happy they were coming. It growled like a bear in its cave...
 

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Explorer
The Lair

Annit took her position among the others, moving forwards behind Metea’s illusionary wall. At least they were relatively quiet upon the mossy darkness that softened their steps, and the Tiefling had stayed back, wisely, to guard the exit back into the crevice. It was incredible the rogue thought, how a misty image of dark walls concealed them. It was all about faith... that they could see through it, but the horrible creature could not… yet.

From behind them Oritoth’s dancer was spending it's last few moments shedding light around the depths of the lair. Most of it was covered in a blanket of black moss, and on the ground here and there were old bones and a lingering aroma of decay. Away to the left of the mound, the light was swallowed by darkness. Another tight little crevice!

Their target was at the mound, a tall and ugly monolith created from what looked like macabre garbage. The creature just stood there, staring at it with it's back turned to them. Much of the beast appeared to be familiar. A mass of hair and spines upon its back. A thick mid-section supporting wide hideously formed shoulders. Pincers for hands. But there was one difference. It was a lot larger than the others! This was no miniature enemy. This one was… well almost as tall as Jeovanna!

Annit couldn’t help but gasp as it turned. It looked right through them, and then turned it's bulbous yellow-eyed attention to Otiroth’s humanoid light source. Oh yea, the beast was looking angry about that...

<Monster perception check = 23. Let’s say the dancing lights end in 2 rounds. Everyone can have one round of action before we roll initiative, as you have surprise. You can probably get three characters into melee with it at a time. Advantage on rolls this round as you have surprise!>

 
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Metea

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Metea: The Lair

Metea was, at the moment, quite high on her own power. Well... the power her pact had granted her.

She would focus on maintaining her illusion, prepared to adjust it when her comrades went into the attack, to make sure that at least part of the cavern- and especially her!- remained concealed. Refreshing and adjusting the illusion would be her main task for now- once combat had begun, she was sure the need to actually change what was being seen would no longer be necessary, and she could act a bit more freely... so long as she was not distracted.

The others could no doubt see the barrier of her creation, even as it no longer seemed to move forward; it would be their choice if they sprang from cover or not!
 

Otiroth

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Otiroth: The Lair

Metea's spell was working fantastically. And the rest of the group, well, if they were not a well-oiled combat machine yet... they certainly had the workings to be as such!

His dancer would, soon enough, fizzle out, and the gig would be up as far as that went- he did not imagine it'd work twice! They would potentially need another source of light than their dim torches, though. This demon was, somehow, not as bad as the small ones to look upon... though he did not imagine he would be thinking that in a moment, when they were forced to fight it.

Otiroth would trust in the ensuing confusion to help obfuscate their tiefling's illusion- but the sorcerer would get the first volley. He moved to blast the creature with a firebolt, but something very strange happened indeed- his blood burned and seemed to act of its own accord, and instead of a single bolt of fire, three individual bolts of 'fire like' red energy darted from his fingers, arching up and over his comrade's head to strike the demon.

Ha! He knew of that spell. And knew that spell, apparently!

His master had said such things may happen...

<Spellcasting: magic missile. 4,4 & 2 damage- total 10>
 

Jeovanna

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Jeovanna- The Lair

Bile rose in the back of Jeovanna's throat at the sight of the giant demon.

Its bulbous eyes passed right over them, before landing on the glowing light person. It's back was to them- or at least its side- and that was enough. It had to die. Everything down here... had to die.

As soon as the demon was distracted, she would charge straight at it- right on the heels of Otiroth's strange mystical attack. It hadn't looked like the others, but then, now was a moment to be distracted, she was sure.

Her sword, that reliable old metal, it may have lacked the beauty of Dain's longsword or the mysterious abilities of their magical companions... but it tended to do its job just fine!

<To hit: 18. Damage 10>
 

Carthum One-Tusk: The Lair

By Suru! This one was even bigger! And was that the mound? There could be their hostage... or their next foe. Suru demanded action!

While the others moved in to the attack, Carthum circled around- he intended to join the others in the direct attack, trusting that his sister would this time keep herself and Otiroth safe, but he was too far back to immediately make it into the fray.

No matter.

"Suru! Wake your radiance, and purge this evil!" He banged his mace against his shield once more, and a pulse of light would ripple outwards from it, in a circle around him- though still close enough to strike the demon.

Suru's light was more discerning than Otiroth's flames; it would only harm his enemies! It may have only seemed a warm light to his strange crew. But to the demon... perhaps it was a bit more scathing.

<Channel divinity: Radiance of the Dawn. Roll= 7 radiant damage to any hostile creature within 30 feet. Half on a constitution save.>
<Light cantrip has a range of 1 hour; Carthum may make it a habit from now on to cast it on his shield whenever it runs out, to help his human allies.>
 

daindarkspring

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Dain - the lair

Dain squinted at the sight of the mound, bringing his sword to bear. As the torchlight reflected off the dark blade, illuminating the design upon it, he heard the words of Essithea again. *Bleed for me.*

Something happened. Maybe it was the latent mystic power of the mine or maybe it was a goddess, but either way Cain's blade seemed to have a purpose driving it.

"Hear my plea. Accept my oath." The words were hissed whispers in the gloom. He attacked.

<11 init, 25 strike, 11 dam x 2 for crit=22>
 

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Explorer
The Lair

Round 1
Initiative

Carthum 21
Monster 16 (-23hp)
Annit 14
Dain 13
Otiroth 11
Jeovanna 6
Metea 2

With surprise on your side, the horrible underground foe cops a battering in a matter of seconds! Magic darts painfully penetrate it's back, a sword tears a searing bloody slash between shoulder blades and the heat of Suru’s light burns both hair and skin alike.

The mound too, is no longer a pile of waste and unknown potential. Dain’s sword carves right through it! For a moment, the top section wobbles, before tumbling to the ground like a minor landslide. Bones, moss, gravel, dirt and a few shiny trinkets collapse and spill forth around Jeovanna and Dain’s feet. Shockingly, two small bodies slide and roll to the ground too, flopping like sacks of meat upon the earth. Pale and still, they look to be dwarven, though they no longer appear pot-bellied or full of a demi-human’s joyfulness. They are mostly skin and bone now, within tattered leathers that once weren’t such a loose fit. Their eyes are locked open, blankly staring now at the cavern’s distant ceiling.

The creature squeals in shock, and then growls in fiery anger as it turns. Huge yellow eyes lock upon Dain and Jeovanna, it's jaw opening wide in nothing but pure aggression. Perhaps, you’d think the creature to look even more terrifying in the strong light cast within this room, but you have a feeling that ample illumination has given you the upper hand.

<Start round one, Carthum is up! It is hard to tell if there is any life left in the two bodies or if Dain has injured either of them yet. There is a space left for one more to enter melee, or use as an opening to cast spells into the combat. Monster passed the con save for half damage.>
 

Carthum One-Tusk: The Lair

Carthum moved in. While he would have liked to tend to the two limp bodies on the ground, before they could deal with the mound, they had to destroy the accursed demon!

But the sight of such suffering... it infuriated him. The half-orc shoved his glowing shield at the demon as it turned towards Jeovanna and Dain, and went to clonk it quite good over the head with his mace.

"Your atrocities end this day, vermin! Face Suru's light! Parsulu!"

<To hit: 24. Damage 4>
 

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Explorer
The Lair

Another painful blow lands on the creature before it can react, seemingly startled by the priest’s enlightened shield! It glares at Dain then, apparently angered at the violation of it's tower of favorite things. A pincer lashes out at him, but misses amidst the confusion of close combat.

Young Annit gulps as the frenzy of the fight begins, and seeing that there is no space for her among the chaos, steps slowly to the left, hoping to remain behind Metea’s illusion yet keep an eye on the other exit. An arrow is nocked, and she keeps aim on the slither of darkness within the distant wall… just in case.

<Creature’s AC is 15>
 
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daindarkspring

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Dain - The Lair

Blood and ooze flew from the creature as Dain's blade cleaved through the foul filth that was the creature. He was only dimly aware of the trinkets, and even the gaunt figures, that rolled from its mass. He was focused on one thing and that was to kill his mark. His sword was a hawk in his hand, barely constrained as it was spun around for a second strike.

She is with me! I can taste her on my lips!

Vile pincers snatched out at him and he grunted out a breath as they found only air.

Deep within this hole. Deep within this pit. Deep within this catacomb. She is still with me!

Images of a silhouetted throne, its shape outlined against a tall window filled with blinding light, flew through his mind. Voices roared in his head, their voices like thunder.

His comrades would know his mettle. Aye, they would know his strength. He may have no memory, but he had honor enough!

Darting down like a falcon upon its prey, talons outstretched and screeching with bloodlust, his sword trailed misery behind it.

<21 to hit. 10 damage>
 

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Explorer
The Lair

Another massive blow lands upon the ugly beast! It lefts forth a most agonizing squeal, so loud and horrible that it pierces your ears and leaves them ringing. The young explorers are doing so well though, and surely morale must be high. Then, to Annit's rear come the early sounds of familiar crackling. The air moves in thin dark tendrils as one of the smaller variety of filthy brutes begins to take form, near the back of cavern. The screams of the leader has called all who remain to attention. Protect the treasures! Cleanse this filthy light from our home! Make them pay!

<Big Critter 1 is at -37hp. It looks severely wounded but you'd not underestimate how much fight is left in it. Small Critter 2 has just arrived on the scene (purple dot), and will act on Big Critter's initiative next round.>

 

Otiroth

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Otiroth: The Lair

There are certain sounds that the human body becomes attuned to, for better or worse. Ones that brought any soul to attention. The sound of that teleportation has... become one of them.

Otiroth's attention snapped towards the crackling sound, and he grimaced. Another!

Despite being somewhat separated from the others, Otiroth did not yet feel all that exposed. Metea's illusion still covered him. He would flash another bolt of fire towards the newly arrived creature- which was entirely too close to Metea for his liking- before moving closer towards Metea.

<Spellcasting: firebolt. 16 to hit, 7 damage>
 

Jeovanna

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Jeovanna: The Lair

If anything, the sound of another demon crackle got Jeovanna's blood up even more.

She could not afford to worry about the pale figures- they were not moving, so they were not a threat. Deal with the threat.

The demon looked good with a slash upon its back! She'd give it a partner across its belly!

<to hit: 19. Damage 13>
 

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