Game: In the Spire's Shadow

OOC: Ach. Lost track again.

Aloric again focuses his mind to draw cold energy to him and points his finger at the last remaining elemental. (energy ray, cold, 3 pp) He presumably misses.

Ranged touch: 10
damage: 13

Round 3:

Aloric will advance towards the remaining elemental if it's still alive and attack with his greatclub.

Attack: 15
Damage 13

{Ooh, do I get an attack of opportunity when the front fire elemental goes after Polp? If not, that's cool. I've got plans for the round anyway. General strategy: attempt to dispel; see who's left, and attack the bigger threat.}

Ouch. That's a big sucker, and we're definitely nickel-and-diming it. Whatever wand that Captain has, it's a doozy, but Zhegre's not going to just stand back and leave the fighting to some kobold with a bigger hammer.

Realizing that these creatures must have been summoned, he decides to strike for the heart of the matter. Letting Molot continue the assault, he reaches out for the spell matrix and attempts to burn out the creatures' connection to the area.

First two rolls are dispel checks on an area dispel; I'm presuming I can choose to go up against only the obvious summonings, and avoid, e.g., dispelling my own hammer. If not this will be a targeted dispel against the elemental I'm facing, just using the first check.

Next two pairs of rolls are Molot's two attacks and, if necessary, damage for the round, should the front fire elemental still be there. If not, I redirect it to the second elemental and it only gets one attack.

Finally, last roll is my own attack with my physical hammer, should the front fire elemental still be there. If not, I spend the round moving into a better position to face the rear elemental.

Polp frantically turns the winch on his crossbow to load a new bolt into place, while whimpering from the pain of his sizzling chin.

OOC

Without pausing to watch the elemental dissipate Kadar wheels and charges at the other monster threatening the group. In his haste he mis times his strikes and they both go wide.

Attack 1 - 16
Attack 2 - 13

Zhegre pauses at the sudden quiet. "All done?" He looks around, and, seeing no enemies, relaxes a bit. He dismisses Molot with his thanks.

"That was nasty," says Zhegre. "Fiendish pseudoelementals on wrong plane? Definitely something wrong. And possibly that something is still hanging around here causing mischief, unless it was some old triggered spell. If so, we should probably mend ourselves before proceeding further down." He winces. "Me included."

He checks out the rest of the group, and starts with Polp, who, I daresay, is quite willing receive a cure moderate wounds. Kadar doesn't look so bad off -- 10 net damage, if that -5 is subtracted off from the 15? "Quite resilient there, Kadar... ah, I should mention that your shirt remains afire, apparently is not bothersome? Ah, I see -- that explains how you took what was obwiously a solid strike and are not more badly burned..." He might even be healed up to full with a CLW. Zhegre himself, we're definitely going CMW.

Unless either refuses or someone's carrying a magic item they'd prefer to use for it, he'll go in that order, converting respectively lesser restoration, remove fear, and shatter. Rolls for damage healed below.

{Woot. I do believe everybody managed to heal up. Heck, maybe I even managed to restore some beard. ;^) } And Aloric and the good captain appear unharmed, excellent.

He scratches his chin, and makes a face at how easy it is for the moment. "We should take looksee around here, see if those elementals were set to defend something or left behind any traces of how they got here. Don't want to leave miners in lurch any longer than we have to, but any information we might be able to get on what lies ahead could be important. If there is any to be had."

{OOC: Is your cloak alive? %^) Inanimate objects do have HP, but they take mending or make whole rather than cure spells. I don't know about constructs, or the specifics of your cloak. Zhegre would certainly feel sorry for any... "thing?"... that's in apparent distress, but I'm not sure what he could do for it.}

(ooc- the cloak is a 'living cloak' as described in the PSCS. I believe that it's a symbiotic life form which has a form similar to that of a somewhat fluffy cloak.)

"Da, let's. Perhaps with wee bit more caution. How far down was last report of your men?"

He gives the vicinity a final look around before they start off, reaching into his native dwarvish feel for stone construction to get a sense of the place as they proceed. Keeping an eye on depth, trying to notice any branches or rooms hidden or blocked by rockfall, that sort of thing. And, of course, waiting to spot those carvings the captain mentioned earlier.

Aloric also proceeds, and makes use of his dwarven insincts.

Zhegre takes note, as carefully as possible, of their position relative to the entrance. How deep are we, and how far horizontally have we gone? If there are choices of direction to take, he'd like to leave a mark indicating where they came from. (Probably a scratch with the point of his sickle; he's not jumping at shadows yet, but he won't be caught unready for the next danger, so both weapons are out.)

He'll be examining the tunnels, too. Still the same look? Artificial, natural? Any of those carvings yet?

peers at the tunnels fascinatedly "If tunnels were dug by surface-dwellers, those further down would be newer and make use of better mining techniques. This is opposite. I wonder if something populating this place dug up from below. Have you ever wondered where you would get if you dug far enough in Outlands? Or any other flat plane, for that matter, though oddly enough on most of Lower Planes answer to question is known. Some graybeards say you could go from Dothion to Shurrock digging far enough, but no one ever has. And zoweri are wery quiet about what lies at bottom of Silwer Sea on Lunia..."

He shakes his head. "Ah, but I am wandering on to tangents. Look, here are those carwings!"

{Zhegre knows Common, Dwarven, Terran, and Celestial. Somehow, I suspect this isn't any of those. :^) Roll is below, though I have no ranks in Decipher Script; adding Int mod. Edit: assuming that roll's as lousy as I think it is...}

"Glowing... how strange. Magical? Or is there wein of lawa within these walls? I do not recognize this tongue -- anyone else?"

As the wings approach, Zhegre shouts, "'ware enemies!" and puts the comma in that by beginning the rousing chant of the Heart-Tempering Forge (that is to say, he casts bless on the party!).

He takes his place on the side of the party that sounds to be nearest the approaching enemies, covering the ranged fighters.

Polp bolts forth from his hiding place the moment the flyers turn to flee, leaps at the closest one and tries to knock it towards a nearby surface. He doesn’t necessarily seek to hurt it all that much, just delay it enough for one of the brawnier companions to run up and restrict it.

OOC
I’m not sure what rolls such a stunt would entail, but I thought it sounded sweet and relevant to our immediate goal (capture).

Initiative -

Kadar takes off after the creatures trusting the cadence to warn him of any other dangers.

Attack 1- 23
Damage- 8
Attack 2- 12
damage - 6

OOC - Kadar speaks - Xeph, Celestial, Infernal and Abyssal

Quasits can fly a lot faster than Zhegre can run, so he tries to act in a hurry. He drops his sickle... . o O (Try to stay alive and not hurled through a portal to come back for that later, da?) and draws his flask of holy water from the pocket it's been sitting in. As soon as he can, he'll take aim and hurl it at the nearest quasit. (May be this round, may be next; you'll have to judge the range and other modifiers. Ranged attack roll follows and, if necessary, holy water damage.)

(ooc- the first attack is with Baatorian green steel, the second is with cold iron)

Kadar presses the attack against the diminutive fiend.

rolls:
Attack 1 - 28
Damage - 5
Attack 2 - 21
Damage - 2

Aloric runs towards the barely living Quaist (as well as he can and tries to pin it down. His move speed is 30 feet per round) He will make a grapple check.

If it is still alive kadar stalks back to the downed Quasit and presses the flat of his cold iron blade against its throat.

"What_is_coming?"

he asks flatly.

“Oh no, it’s just like my dream after the Grand Cleaning in uncle’s cellar!”

Though greatly unsettled about the attacking duo, Polp nevertheless musters enough courage to leap at the cloaked rider and swipe at it. If an ally similarly intends to engage the rider, he times and angles the attack to catch the target in a flanking position.

{OOOC: Gah, wotinhell?!? I haven't been receiving thread reply notifications, thought game was deader'n' Skall... sorry, will read backlog and catch up during a break or after work today...}