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Post by jon on Apr 1, 2014 22:07:50 GMT
"Well... we may as well get this over with..." Hans says reluctantly, "I hope this repellent stuff of yours works Leath."
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Post by henwen88 on Apr 3, 2014 3:54:58 GMT
"It will. Take one if you're worried," Leath says, offering Hans a bottle of the repellent. He shakes another bottle in his other hand. "Just stay clear of the lure and don't get any of it on you."
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Post by kooshster on Apr 3, 2014 13:17:28 GMT
Psychlis finishes his mixtures, fitting a large container with the Greek Fire mixture with straps to keep it tight against his back while he holds the makeshift nozzle that will provide the final mixture to set it alight. There are a number of other barrels that are filled with it, ready to deploy. "I'm ready to go."
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Post by Admin on Apr 4, 2014 1:51:04 GMT
[Psychlis' Greek fire flamethrower has a -6 penalty to attack, a 15% chance of arcane spell failure, and a -4 penalty to AC, but 4d6 points of fire damage in a line and 2d6 additional fire per round if targets fail a reflex save.]
Jiao is lead away, likely to a field hospital. Lt. Foster leads the party out to the battlefield. They emerge from a tunnel to see a blasted hellscape of ruined buildings, shell craters, and barbed wire wrapped along wooden parapets. Off in the distance, the factory towers over the battlefield like a brick fortress. An artillery shell streaks across the sky before exploding on the ground, blasting the legs of a giant ant into the trench with them. Druids shapeshift into fearsome beasts to do battle with the skittering hordes of wolf-sized ants and giant spiders crawling into the trenches, while riflemen and archers unload on a horde bearing down upon them.
Mordred stands in the center of no man's land, a living statue to decay. Worn leather armor falls off him while fungus seems to grow from his finger tips. He seems to have given no regard to hygiene, as his hair and beard are long and matted with blood. He seems to glide between ruined buildings, shrugging off projectiles and spells as he goes. A lucky shot seems to graze him, but he does not care. He simply turns in the direction of the party. "Master has said you must die!" carries in the hundred feet or so of distance between him and the party.
A swarm of giant ants descends upon them, about to barrel over the trenches.
[1 round until combat begins.]
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Post by kooshster on Apr 4, 2014 19:15:04 GMT
"I'm a bigger target with this contraption than an underarmed trade caravan," Psychlis whispers to himself. He finds a nearby trench and drops to one knee at its edge, bracing his weapon against the edge of the trench and pointing it directly at the oncoming horde of ants.
"Hey Hans!" he says, calling the other man over. "Think you could use some invisibility to get you close enough to snipe at Mordred? If not you, I'll ask Foster."
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Post by henwen88 on Apr 5, 2014 3:25:34 GMT
Leath opens a bottle of repellent and douses the party one by one, splashing them from the bottle as if with holy water. He shakes the last of the bottle over Flann, who is snorting anxiously at the sight of the approaching insect hordes.
"If I can somehow hit Mordred with a bottle of lure, we may be able to turn the insects back on him," he says. "I think I have something that may work." He turns to the skies and begins murmuring a sort of prayer. [Casts Summon Nature's Ally I - Eagle.]
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Post by Admin on Apr 5, 2014 21:49:40 GMT
An eagle materializes from the sky above Leath, as the horde gets closer.
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Hans has to decide fast about his course of action. The wizard's just offered to make him invisible, and Mordred is in range of his rifle... The trenches around could provide plenty of cover and concealment.
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Post by henwen88 on Apr 7, 2014 2:31:13 GMT
Leath communicates silently with the eagle, beckoning it down to his hands. He places one of the glass bottles containing the insect lure in its talons and instructs it to fly over Mordred and drop it down on him.
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Post by Admin on Apr 7, 2014 10:28:47 GMT
"Psychlis, just cast the spell on him!" Lt. Foster says as she aims her bow. "I'll keep moving and sniping him!"
[Initiative order: Leath, Psychlis, Hans, Foster, Mordred, Giant Ant Swarm]
Leath sees the eagle fly overhead and release the lure from its talons, but the lure misses Mordred by ten feet. Immediately, some ants begin gathering around the fallen flask. Mordred grins, and begins chanting something under his breath. "Yes, my pets, there is more nectar in their blood..."
Due to the repellant, the ants ignore the druid and instead close on his unlucky companion. Flann is attacked by a giant ant, but kicks the insect in the head, knocking it back. Two more ants emerge, replacing the fallen ones. The poor pony didn't have repellent to cover his whole body, unlike the party.
[Eagle rolled an 8 on ranged touch attack. Flann takes 3 damage, but inflicts 4 to ant swarm.]
He can still try another action, including attacking with one of his weapons or trying a spell.
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Post by henwen88 on Apr 8, 2014 1:19:58 GMT
Leath opens another bottle of repellent and splashes it over liberally over Flann and in a line before the party.
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Post by kooshster on Apr 8, 2014 19:27:24 GMT
Psychlis takes what little aim he needs with the volatile weapon towards the ant swarm and fires.
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Post by jon on Apr 9, 2014 5:13:48 GMT
[OOC: really sorry been quite ill and forgot about this]
Hans fires a fire shot from his dragoon pistol at the swarm.
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2014 9:00:03 GMT
Whatever is left of the repellent is splashed on Flann, and the insects back away slightly from the pony.
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A bright stream of Greek fire from Psychlis' flamethrower sprays in a line through the ant swarm, liberally hosing the insects with the sticky, flaming substance. In a mad panic, their carapaces begin to melt and boil. The frantic insects begin bumping into each other, spreading the fire to new sources of fuel.
[Attack roll=11, deals 10 damage to ant swarm. Swarm fails reflex save, takes 3 additional burning damage each round.]
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The dragoon pistol blows away an ant directly in front of Hans, and he recalls his rifle is still loaded.
[Attack roll=16, damage=6]
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Lt. Foster unleashes an arrow, but it falls short of hitting Mordred and lands in the frenzied mess of ants beneath.
[Attack roll=4]
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Mordred hisses at the party, and Leath in particular as he empties his bottle of repellent. "Insects are simple creatures," he said. "Which is why I love them. Go forth, my horde, and do not forget why."
[Casts Flaming Sphere.]
A flaming sphere rolls across the exposed trenches, but still is 60 feet from the party. The spell does, however, get the giant ants more frantic, and drives them forward into the trenches.
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The ants continue to advance, now biting Leath in the back. [Leath takes 4 damage, not grappled.]
Psychlis shakes a flaming ant off before stomping it beneath him, but takes a mandible into the shin he can't quite shake off. [Psychlis takes 8 damage, and is grappled by an ant.]
[Round 2 initiative order: Leath, Psychlis, Hans, Foster, Mordred, Giant Ant Swarm]
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Post by henwen88 on Apr 10, 2014 3:46:12 GMT
Leath mentally summons the eagle back to him to pick up another bottle of lure. While he waits for it to return, he unleashes a rain of debris from the heavens upon the swarming ants.
[Casts stone call]
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Post by Admin on Apr 10, 2014 8:08:06 GMT
An explosion of stone and gravel erupts above ground like an artillery strike, pummeling the insect horde and slowing the survivors.
[Stone call deals 6 damage.]
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