Game: Blades of Git'riban : Primal State

ooc: ok.

Ii'Jyka'Vaar steadies her hands and focuses on the movements that will emerge from the door opening, and she chooses her target with meticulous care, leaving the other one for Du'minh and Gy'nath, she is so focussed, that when the target emerges, she responds so ferocious, that it even startles herself, the sword just seems to flow through the target when she hacks at him...

Edit hp: 39 previous +3 fast heal, -4 damage to self = 38

When the timing is right, Du’minh darts forward from his position and makes a solid upwards swing at the khaasta’s jaw. He casts a quick glance back at where they emerged to locate Foreman and other nearby threats.

OOC

Power Attack -3/+6 (mace wielded with both hands).

I did have something else in mind, but no biggie I guess.

[The latter.  That probably means the second group of 4?]

Escape grapple -

Under the circumstances, the psion refrains from issuing the psionic command to activate the crystal.

Ya'shenn is strongly tempted to reach into the graith's (probably not particularly functional) mind and order him into a cluster of barbarians. She decides against it, however, as Ar'dru or some of the others might be harmed in the process. Not to mention that if her ears are still ringing from the thunderblast, the barbarian's probably are too. She draws another item the Tamers had 'donated,' the force dorje, and is about to use it when --

The psion's eyes widen when the catwalk collapses -- and then an illithid decides to pay Ar'dru and herself a visit. Quickly realizing that she's not the only being present that can read Qualith, she moves further into the shed, waiting for the gnoll to come to her before treating him to the dorje's telekinetic power.

['Force' dorje on the gnoll. The idea here is to get the gnoll, and thus the crystal, out of Foreman's line of sight, before activating the dorje. This could perhaps be done as a readied action.]

With his own momentum carrying him forward and the floor tilting violently, Du’minh didn’t hold much hope that he would get out of his stunt unscathed. The Rish futilely grabs after a railing to hold onto, but though his efforts are in vain he rolls with the fall and comes down on solid ground with less pain than he had feared.

Ugh. Consider not getting concussions from alchemical bombs and height drops before you take on a mind-ripper...

Du’minh stumbles to his feet once more, replaces the mace with his reliable flail and drags it groggily towards the mind flayer. He had never been one to stay down. Or leave loose ends.

 [If this should be a melee touch attack, use +4 bonus instead.]

Correction to HP total: 38 from previous round, +3 fast heal, -4 from bite from sword = 37

(ignore the 41 total)

The psion is becoming increasingly frustrated (and embarrassed) by her lack of success with the illithid-wrought weaponry.  Ya'shenn thinks also of her crossbow, which had failed the moment she'd attempted to use it against a ghaik.  She raises the dorje again, then blinks several times as Ii'Jyka'Vaar makes her dramatic appearance.  Then she raises her eyebrows.

"Thank you, sister," she says, genuinely surprised.  Evidently the knight has just gone up several notches in Ya'shenn's estimation.

[I can post Ya'shenn's actions for the round, but since her initiative is so low, it would be helpful to know what Foreman is doing.]

Attempt to break grapple again

Seeing the workers break and back off eases the pressure, but Du’minh takes no chances in checking for life signs on the ilithid – who knows what else lurks in this place. He composes himself with a foot on Foreman’s chest and makes one final and steady blow dead-center on its forehead.

Assuming the mind flayer looks indisputably dead after this, he turns to Ar’du with a tired smile while catching his breath.

“I see you have kept busy, brother... hope you don’t mind us dropping by... Are there any more of them around?”

OOC

Coup de grace, max power attack.

Ar'dru casually swings his blade across the fleeing workers spines, more on the principle that they had willingly followed an Illithid than anything else. That done he turns to Du'minh.

 "It is always a pleasure to see family brother." Replies Ar'dru with a smile. "There were another two of the creatures in this complx although both seemed intent on fleeing in the confusion. The one which was in the offices will still be burdened by the same type of collar that you see on these others and is known as "Bliss", The other is known as "Pig-killer" and fled during a stampede. I assume it headed down to the sewers below. Pig-killer will be freed from its collar but may be partially or fully blinded from an acid flask that I threw. How did events unfold at the brothel?"

 Ar'dru busies himself with removing meathooks head as he talks. Searching through the Illithids belongings if time permits.

AOO -28

Damage - 40

Cleave? - 28

Damage - 38

Ya'shenn carefully retrieves the Qualith-inscribed crystal and puts it away. She keeps the dorje ready, however, in the (unlikely) event that any of these graith decide to resume their attack.

Odd name for an illithid, the psion muses when the half-dragon mentions Bliss. Given the limited, and disturbing, range of experiences that the ghaik generally find pleasurable (aside from abnormal freaks like Lavendar), Ya'shenn decides that she really doesn't want to know how Bliss came by its name.

Since the half-dragon mentioned two more ghaik, the psion looks around. Even though the ability of these illithids to levitate had seemed inhibited, probably by the collars, she even scans the ceiling. No illithid assassin is likely to ambush them after the battle, but all the same...

OOC: Listen and Spot checks. Also, a readied action to use the dorje if any of the barbarians decide to attack again.

Ya'shenn's fingers had been tracing the Qualith inscription on Pigkiller's collar. Now, they pause. "I was thinking about Bliss just a moment ago," she remarks to the others. The illithid, in other words, may be prying into their minds.

She runs her fingers over the inscription again, thinking about what dietary taboos the mind flayers might have, and the fact that Bliss appears to be afraid of the other ghaik...

The psion smiles, in a distinctly nasty way. She could be mistaken, of course, but...

It seems reasonable to assume that the mind-voice is that of Bliss. Despite the hazards of attempting mind-speech with a ghaik (to one's own sanity, if nothing else), Ya'shenn reaches out for the mind of the talkative illithid. Should she be successful:

~Your concern for your herd is touching, Ya'shenn projects, referring to the graith workers, and infusing the words with sarcasm and disgust. ~And Pigkiller minus Its collar makes you quite nervous. You don't mind if I rejoice in your plight, I hope?

Ya'shenn bristles visibly, but quickly realizes that Bliss is using the insults it hopes will be most effective. She actually has a certain appreciation for such things, and with that awareness, it's difficult for her to be as offended as the mind flayer might like.

Be that as it may, Ya'shenn is a psion, and the irony of the situation thoroughly warms her heart. She savors the mind flayer's imminent fear of decerebration, and lingers over it.

The mention of information gets her interest, however. She looks over at Ar'dru. "The mind flayer claims that it --" she almost says "made a deal with," but does not want to imply that her honorable cousin might actually collaborate with a ghaik. "...that it has spoken to you, and offered you information in exchange for a quick death. Is this so? If I'm not mistaken, Pigkiller is a cannibal and hungry at that..."

"Interesting creature, you are, Bliss... a contradiction in terms...but if u wish to die quickly, we can arrange..." with that Ii'Jyka spurts into action to get back up the stairs towards where the office might be with the 2 remaining Illithids...

"Ya'shenn.. will you follow my lead?.."