Game: Great minds think alike (Part II)

Saath reshapes his mind blade and pulls out two additional ones, each slashing at a different Vrock in reach.

OOC: Using Saath's bladewind ability.
On the Vrock Saath and Ian are flanking: 1+18= miss! Confirm critical miss: 15+18=33 Phew
On the two other Vrocks in range (assuming there are indeed two in range):
16+16=32, damage 6+12=18 cold iron damage.
1+16=miss! 20+16= uhh... just a normal miss I guess.

Wow, 5 attacks in this combat of which 3 are natural 1s

[ooc- can I assume that 'Rex' can pinpoint which Vrocks actually did him damage? My plan is this, I'll throw my hole on the ground right at the feet of the Vrocks that are attacking me. I know they'll just fly back out, but it should give me a momentary reprive to link up with MG.]

[I also want to point out, that even though he COULD just turn invisible to escape, 'Rex' would not know enough about beholders to link his inability to use that magic a little while ago to the beholder's presence, he would just assume it didn't work because, well, Loki can be a jerk.]

[ooc - Hmmm....well, If I can't really tell which ones attacked me, then a large hole in the ground would only be an obsticle for us, so.....]

Rex lets out a loud roar. Black lightning arcs course over his skin and he grows taller. Within seconds, he has transformed into a Balor! His booming voice shakes dust from the ruined walls.

"Little feathered fools! You've blown my cover! Now face the wrath of Mormuxugg the Mighty! Tremble before me and I may yet decide not to eat your steaming entrails!"

[here's hoping they (1) Buy it, or (2) go for the face, which is now a couple of feet above my real head]

[ooc- oh well, still hoping for #2]

*Blackthornes sees the hand and tries to get free*
"What in the hells is this? "
OOC: What? were was my reflex save? Why didn't I get to make one exactly?

With a burst of strength equal to a dragon, The Masked Gnoll lashes out at at all the vrocks charging in at him....

occ: i'm taking my attack of opportunity along with my turn to simplify things

aoo:11+22=33 for 2+12=14
attack 1:)6+21=27 for 5+15=20
attack 2:)10+21=31 for 3+15=18
attack 3:)18(crit.)+16=34 for 12+30=42
attack 4:) 13+18=31 for 4+15=19

'Aye, nice shot 'Thornes! How'd you manage that?'
Saath slashes his sword where the Vrocks used to be, then looks around.
'Vrocks can't turn invisible, can they?'

"Well, to tell ya the truth, I don't really understand how I managed it. I think it might have something to do with that hand that reached out from under the ground and grabbed my ankle...just a thought."
*Blackthornes will search the Vrock.*

OOC: Unless I find the sheet, it make take me a while to get my updated one to you...I lost the original sheet and will have to make a new copy. good thing I put his stats up. I will get it to you a soon as I can.

"Well bloods, I must complement all on their battle prowress, especially the Masked One. Now if you don't mind standing guard for a few minutes, I need to bind my wounds." The Nalfesnee-turned-Balor says in a very un-Balorlike voice.

The effect starts from the head and works its way down the Balor's body The fiend turns into a thousand small butterflies of light, which flutter off a few feet before dissolving into nothing. When they have all gone it is not a Nalfeshnee that stands revealed, but a dark skinned elf. He is wearing high-quality leather armor that is torn and bloody on the left shoulder, and he has a nasty wound over his right eye from a Vrock's beak.

"Azure Twilight, at your service. I must appologize for that 'call me master' business when we first met, but I've been stranded here for nearly two weeks now and, well, sort of got lost in the role, don't y'know."

He makes his way over to a nearby ruined building and painfully removes his backpack and armor. He retrieves some clean strips of cloth bandages and quickly field-dresses his wounded shoulder.

Ian looks up from the dead Beholder. "Figured you were not actually a fiend."
He stands up and walks over. "Let me take a look at the wound."

He pulls a thin, metal wand from his haversack, and touches it to Azure's shoulder.

"Hold still, this will take but a moment."

OOC: Ian uses his wand of cure light wounds twice to cure (1d8+1=6)+(1d8+1=7) 13 HP.

"There, that should take the edge off of it."

OOC: Character sheet away.

"Well, we're back at square one. The Vrocks are still a threat, but now they know that they can't take us in a standard battle. And then there's the circle..." Ian pauses.

"Fine, forget it. New plan! We should go by rooftop. It will make us rather obvious to anything flying, but the Vrocks won't have any significant advantage on the rooftops that they didn't have already. And if things go badly, we can always retreat to the streets. Any objections?"

Ian's eyes go wide. "Right. Blackthornes, you go first."

With that, Ian will begin lifting party members up, over the buildings, and setting them down on the other side.

"Any spellchucker that can slow that thing down a bit should give it a go." Ian says.

OOC: I'm transporting people in the following order:
Blackthornes, Azure, Saath, Naruk, Masked Gnoll, Ian.