Game: Blades of Git'riban : Primal State

Ii'Jyka'Vaar sees the dragonspawn being grappled by the Illithid and thinks no further, she grips the sword in 2 hands and Dimension Door's above the 2 grappling combatans, poised with the weapon in an attempt to cut into the head of the illithid...

She takes a deep breath of air and raises her legs/ feet up in an attempt to get her legs so poised that she would "ride" the halfdragon-gith and Illithid, then makes the attempt to position herself above the 2, 1 foot above  the illithid.

ooc: Even on 1st roll to indicate a hit on the illithid. Missed, crap. do i have to roll for anything else?

[ooc- Cool! Well I'm still unconscious, I'm on -1 from all the subdual I got earlier so Ar'dru'll be sitting the rest of this one out. If someone can keep me from drowning after I fall that'd be awesome]

OOC

So… Not sure if my turn has come up, but I’ll just post in the interesting of keeping the game going.

IC

Seeing Mudshow back off and Ii’Jyka’Vaar putting pressure on the flayer, Du’minh sets Ar’dru down on a vacant platform in recovery position, using his auravision to ensure that it’s unanimated by the bard spell. He quickly checks to confirm the half-dragon yet has a pulse then turns back to the engagement with his flail poised to strike.

The Rish looks for displacements in the muddy water and the aura of a spellcaster to guide him in tracking Mudshow, though he has not forgotten the danger of the animated instruments in the vicinity.

[Holding position near Ar’dru and readying to strike, while getting an overview of the current state.]

Ya'shenn ponders the fact that she had already healed the half-breed quite recently -- but considering how badly off the duthka'gith is at the moment, it is probably best that she had. Once the Rish places Ar'dru on a now instrument-free platform, she reaches out and touches the half-dragon on the shoulder. It would be nice to have the mind-warrior able to act, even if he won't exactly be in prime fighting form.

[Empathic Transfer to Ar'dru, 13 hp.]

...check (woohoo, i rolled 1 lower that Zim, lol)

At first it seems that Ya'Shenns powers have not functioned as Ar'dru remains limp on the platform. The clamorous noise stirs Ar'dru from his torpor as his eyes snap open and refocus and his hand immediately reaches for his sword. A curious expression of regret lingers on his face before he leans over the edge of the platform and releases a stream of steam and swallowed fluid back into the sewer he was pulled from.

Once recovered he glances to Ya'Shenn. "I apologise for imposing on your powers again so soon sister. I will ensure that your sacrifice was worthwhile."

With that Ar'dru turns his attentions to searching for Mudshow but unfortunately he seems to still be somewhat groggy.

Ii'Jyka just nods and moves to position without any communication...trying to be both silent (not making the water move to much, rather then being silent, as there is musical ruckus anyway) and observant..

Du’minh moves to position himself as per Gy-Nath’s instructions and hand signals Daraz’, Gy’s, and Ii’s attention in the direction from where he hears the clanking and breaking of glass bottles. He keeps very tense while they close in, his knuckles turning white around his flail.

While they wade onwards, Du’minh traces one hand through the water and lifts a cupped hand with fluid up for closer inspection. He’s looking for glass shards or signs of change in the water’s coloration, suspicious of the cause for the un-misdirected sounds.

While she waits on the illithid bard, Ya'shenn finds herself thinking that a minor magical item of hers has occassionally proven useful in the Underdark -- even for a race with darkvision. Unknown to her, Du'minh has assensed the item once before, on their initial meeting. Transferring any extraneous items from that pouch to others, she unlaces a leather pouch from her belt. After gesturing for the attention of the three 'longblades,' she tosses the pouch to the armored githwarriors.

[On the off-chance it might be useful, the pouch contains an Everburning Torch.]

A combination of alchemical concoctions to strengthen it… There must be something volatile among that mix!

The thought crosses Du’minh’s mind to signal Ar’dru to toss an incendiary their way, but chances are there is only precious little time before Mudshow will notice the distant light of the everburning torch behind it and they lose the element of surprise.

Du’minh raises a hand to hopefully stay the others from bursting into the fray for a moment, while quickly exchanging his flail for his bow and bringing a lightning arrow on the bowstring.

Revered Gith guide my aim. Set the Enemy ablaze!

The Rish directs the sizzling missile not for the illithid itself, but its abundant collection of mystical potions and elixirs. Even if it doesn’t have the effect he hopes for, the smashed vials will be out of Mudshow’s hands.

Ii'Jyka looks around to see what she might ba able to do, and nods thoughtfully at Du'minh when he gets his bow and shoots at the bottle collection..., Ii'Jyka waits for an explosion, and fire, and if there is no explosion then she will teleport onto the little shack so as to be near the Calamari, but not so he could attack her yet....

The psion wonders what the consumption of a mix of potions may be doing to Mudshow's already deranged mind. Ya'shenn aims a crossbow bolt between the mind flayer's eyes, though she would be pleasantly surprised if the shot were to be effective. Mesmerized or not, the bard seems to be very agile. Not to mention the range, or the fact that sewers and crossbows don't get along well.

[Not sure if Mudshow still has partial cover. Assuming that Gy-Nath's crossbow is masterwork; if not, subtract 1 from the roll.]

With a grateful nod to Gy-Nath and Ya’shenn, Du’minh reaches out and takes a firm grip of the hovering flail, the growing flames of the shack dancing reflectively in his black eyes.

“Time for curtain call, abomination.”

The Rish is tired, ticked, and soaked in muck and mud. The endless abhorrent music makes his mind feel as if slowly unraveling. His resolve to end the madness is all but all-consuming.

He brings the Arbiter to bear on Mudshow, first in a wide horizontal swing across the illithid’s midsection to disrupt its waving arms that directs the music. “Be still!”

Du’minh keeps momentum going to plunge the flail-head straight for Mudshow’s chest to knock the air out of it, hopefully causing it to stagger back towards the flames. “Be silent!”

OOC

Full attack. Total damage comes up to 45.

While she's pleased that the githwarriors can now attack the lunatic bard, Ya'shenn mutters under her breath about not having a clear shot. The psion reloads the weapon and adjusts her aim, but waits to see whether Du'minh and the knight make short work of the mind flayer. Should Mudshow prove tougher than expected, the psion fires Gy-Nath's crossbow a second time.

[Delay to the end of the round, to see if Du'minh/Ii/Gy take out the bard. If not, shoot Mudshow again. -4 for firing into melee.]

Spot

How fortunate that the bard's horrid music had concluded. Ya'shenn has more means with which to communicate than most githyanki, but it's still pleasant to be able to speak aloud. She pitches her voice to be easily heard by the other gith present.

"Another -- not ghaik."

The psion decides that something moving that quickly, underwater, in Mudshow's domain, is unlikely to have diplomatic intentions in mind. It seems too large to be a ghaik. Perhaps a thrall creature? Hopefully Mudshow, unlike Lavendar, had not decided to experiment with motherhood. Ya'shenn sets the crossbow down beside her on the platform (which is becoming increasingly crowded with weapons) and pulls out the illithid-wrought dorje.

"If you are so eager to die, by all means, continue!"

Having given the mysterious but probably hostile shape that one opportunity to leave the warriors alone, the psion targets the swimming creature and activates the dorje.

~Force!

A deep sigh escapes Du’minh when the mad opera finally settles down and he rubs his singed shin as Mudshow’s spasms dies out. His attention is drawn to the large fish-like shapes swimming towards them, however, eyes widening when Daraz is pulled under and Ya’shenn shouts out.

The Rish forces the everburning torch out of Mudshow’s death grip and quickly drops it down at the site where Daraz disappeared to clearly light up the scene and see what’s going on under the surface. He trails his sight after the unique aura he has grown accustomed to Daraz’ projecting as a mage, and if Du’minh sees any sign or emanation of a creature wrestling the scout underwater he leaps out from the balcony to come crashing down with his flail and bulk on the new aggressor.

The psion's eyes go very wide the moment the half-dragon says "aboleth."

Gy-Nath will not be pleased if you kill yourself.

It occurs to Ya'shenn that if she were sarth of this group -- not a position she desires -- she would ask the duthka'gith to fight at range in this situation. She doesn't know a great deal about Ar'dru as a ranged fighter, though. Not to mention that the kith'rak probably likes to see his orders followed. Fortunately, she has another option that probably keeps the half-dragon within the parameters of those orders.

Without taking her eyes from the -- shape -- aboleth! -- Ya'shenn reaches into another pouch and withdraws not one but two potions. Potions that Du'minh had also noted when she and the Rish had first met. She sets them down on the platform, but as close to the levitating duthka'gith as possible, and gestures that the half-dragon is to take and use them, preferably at once.

"I insist." The words are spoken politely... but firmly. Her tone of voice might remind Ar'dru of a healer's request to a patient. 

[The potions are Cure Moderate, x2. Not sure if Ya'shenn can really take out the potions in the first round, or if it'll have to wait until round 2.]

After a few moments, the psion frowns slightly -- not in anger, just in thought.  "The wet fire... a patch of it right around here..."  From Ya'shenn's gestures, the idea is to keep the aboleths well away from this particular platform, without of course setting the platform on fire in the process.  Belatedly, she offers a more direct answer to Ar'dru's question.  "Your bravery is considerable, but we need you healed.  I would like you to stay nearby for now."

Ar'dru's bellowing makes Ii'Jyka look "up" towards the water and sees the movement albeit she still misses the creatures itself mostly.. she takes a step back so as not be on the edge of the platform and grabable and readies actions to hack any tentacles that might appear...

[OK, 01-50: dorje misses, 51-100: dorje hits]