Qhour ducked out of the way of the grasping pale, flesh-like hands that erupted from the walls and ceiling around him. He stayed low and, putting his 'hammer in it's loop, took out a javelin and poked at one of the hands grasping Rya's ankles.
Attack roll 8 Damage 8
Keeping low he moved back to the middle of the hallway.
Paul watches as the ethereal hand come out of the wall and grasp Rya. With a mental lurch, Paul notices for the first time that the half-elf woman is quite lovely. Quite lovely indeed. Reminds him almost of-
With a lurch, Paul comes back to himself. He watches his companions attacking the hands.
Paul reaches under his cloak, grasping the small medallion there. "Let her go you....undead...hand....thing...."
Paul trails off, but he is lost for a moment in concentration. He sees in his minds eye a grear library, books, pages turning, the smell of old parchment, ancient ink...
Paul watches as the ethereal hand come out of the wall and grasp Rya. With a mental lurch, Paul notices for the first time that the half-elf woman is quite lovely. Quite lovely indeed. Reminds him almost of-
With a lurch, Paul comes back to himself. He watches his companions attacking the hands.
Paul reaches under his cloak, grasping the small medallion there. "Let her go you....undead...hand....thing...."
Paul trails off, but he is lost for a moment in concentration. He sees in his minds eye a grear library, books, pages turning, the smell of old parchment, ancient ink...
Qhour ducked out of the way of the grasping pale, flesh-like hands that erupted from the walls and ceiling around him. He stayed low and, putting his 'hammer in it's loop, took out a javelin and poked at one of the hands grasping Rya's ankles.
Attack roll 8 Damage 8
Keeping low he moved back to the middle of the hallway.
Rya touched the wall... of course she did. Why couldn’t she just keep her hands to herself and continue down the hall? Now her friend was being held by these nasty little hands and calling for help. Scout wasn’t going to lie, she didn’t like this one bit. Yet, she kept a neutral expression on her face and tried to maintain a level head. It would do the group no good if they all got grabbed by the hands. She focused her efforts on keeping as far away from the hands as she reasonably could. With a quick glance at Rya, Scout began casting Chaos Bolt aiming at the hand that seemed to have the tightest grip on her friend.
Rya's eyes widened as she saw the ghostly hands come through the walls. As she attempted to pull away, the hands seemed to anticipate this. Their touch was cold. Her hands and wrists could not be pulled away - and she felt terrible. Looking back towards the others, she could see more hands around her. Looking at the ones floating by, the eyes on them unsettled her to her core. The sounds emanating from the hands was disquieting. Rya yelled out, on the verge of screaming.
No manipulated dice rolls on this post, I rolled a Turn Undead Save and forgot these creatures weren't undead.
Scout: The Chaos Bolt causes the hands to relent and let go of Rya, and the hands phase back into the wall.
Paul: Your Turn Undead has no effect.
---
The moaning and chanting heightens and becomes much louder and where the hands phased back into the wall, you watch as these gaunt figures in black robes begin stepping out from the walls and slowly begin surrounding Rya. All in all, you notice about six of these strange figures standing about, chanting as they surround poor Rya.
You also notice those blinking eyeballs kept in slits all over the figures body and you cannot make out any faces beneath the hoods. One of this figures grabs onto the sides of Rya's head and begins chanting loudly as it pulls her face closer to theirs. Rya, you notice thick black ooze dripping out of the hood and dripping onto the floor where it sizzles slightly.
An eye-covered tongue lashes out of the hood and streaks across your face Rya and if this hits (15) you take 9 acid damage.
As the chanting increases, you all take 5 psychic damage and all notice some blood dripping from your ears, nostrils and eyes. You all notice that the chanting only hurts if you're too close. You get an idea that you need to be a decent way away from the hooded figures.
Rya screamed out in sheer terror as the figure hand her head in a vice grip, trying to push them away. Her vision became cloudy... blood? Blood from her eyes...? There was more. It was coming from her head in general. What were these things? Rya, shut her eyes for a moment - Scout would have her back she thought. She knew Scout would try. The others had even tried... something she had not suspected they would do for how she had been towards them. Rya looked back at the figure through bleary eyes. As the eye covered tongue touched her skin, she could feel the burn from the black ooze streaking across her face - she grimaced, a few tears rolling down her cheeks mixed with the blood. The hands may have let her go, but Rya was not okay as much as she tried to remain calm. She tried to fight against the pain, but soon found herself being pulled into the realm of the unconsciousness. The black hood of her assailant being the last thing she could focus on before darkness overtook her.
As if her body was frozen, unable to do anything, Scout watched her friend collapse after being touched by that hooded figure. For the second time, she watched her friend fall and she was powerless to do anything. Her own head hurt with the chanting, but all she could focus on was the still body of her friend. She may have been powerless to stop her friend from dying once, but she was going to make sure she at least got revenge the second time. Narrowing her eyes at the figure that attacked her friend, cast the same spell as before, only more powerful, letting her anger fuel her casting. Again the ball of chaotic energy formed in her hands and she hurled it towards the figure.
Attack Chaos Bolt: 12. Damage if hits: 11 cold damage
After hurling the spell, Scout hurried over to Rya, getting as close to her as she could, getting ready to pull her away from these figures or at the very least, make herself a target so they would leave Rya alone.
Qhour held his head as his brain exploded in pain from the psychic assault caused by the chanting of these weird creatures. He felt blood trickling down his face from his eyes, ears and nose. As he watched Rya's face get licked and heard her screams, he hefted his 'hammer in both hands and swung it at the nearest of the creatures (nearest to him).
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Paul watches in frustration as his effort to turn the foul thing back seemingly has no effect. He grits his teeth as another wave of psychic damage pours off of the creatures. Paul looks at his companions.
The Aarakocra wincing, readying his hammer.
The Kenku throwing a ball of swirling energy at the thing bending down over....over--
The vision, the memory, comes in a flash. A woman. Walking lightly up a hill at night, looking up at the stars, the most incredible smile on her lips. He watches her walk upwards as a golden glow begins to surround her, like she was becoming a sun in her own right, he sees--
With a crash, Paul comes to himself. He looks down at the third of his new friends. The half-elf. By the Books she looks just like -- "No, no. Not again. No. No. NO!"
Paul shouts the last "NO" loudly, as loudly as he can. And as he does a wave of healing energy pours forth from him.
Paul casts Prayer of Healing for 8
Paul then rushes forwards toward the half-elf, shouting "Quickly, we have to grab her and get away from these things!"
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Qhour ducked out of the way of the grasping pale, flesh-like hands that erupted from the walls and ceiling around him. He stayed low and, putting his 'hammer in it's loop, took out a javelin and poked at one of the hands grasping Rya's ankles.
Attack roll 8 Damage 8
Keeping low he moved back to the middle of the hallway.
Paul watches as the ethereal hand come out of the wall and grasp Rya. With a mental lurch, Paul notices for the first time that the half-elf woman is quite lovely. Quite lovely indeed. Reminds him almost of-
With a lurch, Paul comes back to himself. He watches his companions attacking the hands.
Paul trails off, but he is lost for a moment in concentration. He sees in his minds eye a grear library, books, pages turning, the smell of old parchment, ancient ink...
Paul uses Channel Divinity (DC 15 or be turned)
Setting The Scene
The chanting still continues, it seems to almost peak in volume.
No manipulated dice rolls on this post, I rolled a Turn Undead Save and forgot these creatures weren't undead.
Scout: The Chaos Bolt causes the hands to relent and let go of Rya, and the hands phase back into the wall.
Paul: Your Turn Undead has no effect.
---
The moaning and chanting heightens and becomes much louder and where the hands phased back into the wall, you watch as these gaunt figures in black robes begin stepping out from the walls and slowly begin surrounding Rya. All in all, you notice about six of these strange figures standing about, chanting as they surround poor Rya.
You also notice those blinking eyeballs kept in slits all over the figures body and you cannot make out any faces beneath the hoods. One of this figures grabs onto the sides of Rya's head and begins chanting loudly as it pulls her face closer to theirs. Rya, you notice thick black ooze dripping out of the hood and dripping onto the floor where it sizzles slightly.
An eye-covered tongue lashes out of the hood and streaks across your face Rya and if this hits (15) you take 9 acid damage.
As the chanting increases, you all take 5 psychic damage and all notice some blood dripping from your ears, nostrils and eyes. You all notice that the chanting only hurts if you're too close. You get an idea that you need to be a decent way away from the hooded figures.
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Paul Dure - 10/16
Qhour - 22/28
Rya - 6/24
Scout - 9/15
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13 hits; Damage taken 7; Rya is unconscious
Rya screamed out in sheer terror as the figure hand her head in a vice grip, trying to push them away. Her vision became cloudy... blood? Blood from her eyes...? There was more. It was coming from her head in general. What were these things? Rya, shut her eyes for a moment - Scout would have her back she thought. She knew Scout would try. The others had even tried... something she had not suspected they would do for how she had been towards them. Rya looked back at the figure through bleary eyes. As the eye covered tongue touched her skin, she could feel the burn from the black ooze streaking across her face - she grimaced, a few tears rolling down her cheeks mixed with the blood. The hands may have let her go, but Rya was not okay as much as she tried to remain calm. She tried to fight against the pain, but soon found herself being pulled into the realm of the unconsciousness. The black hood of her assailant being the last thing she could focus on before darkness overtook her.
As if her body was frozen, unable to do anything, Scout watched her friend collapse after being touched by that hooded figure. For the second time, she watched her friend fall and she was powerless to do anything. Her own head hurt with the chanting, but all she could focus on was the still body of her friend. She may have been powerless to stop her friend from dying once, but she was going to make sure she at least got revenge the second time. Narrowing her eyes at the figure that attacked her friend, cast the same spell as before, only more powerful, letting her anger fuel her casting. Again the ball of chaotic energy formed in her hands and she hurled it towards the figure.
Attack Chaos Bolt: 12. Damage if hits: 11 cold damage
After hurling the spell, Scout hurried over to Rya, getting as close to her as she could, getting ready to pull her away from these figures or at the very least, make herself a target so they would leave Rya alone.
Qhour held his head as his brain exploded in pain from the psychic assault caused by the chanting of these weird creatures. He felt blood trickling down his face from his eyes, ears and nose. As he watched Rya's face get licked and heard her screams, he hefted his 'hammer in both hands and swung it at the nearest of the creatures (nearest to him).
8 to hit 6 damage.
and readied to swing again.
Paul watches in frustration as his effort to turn the foul thing back seemingly has no effect. He grits his teeth as another wave of psychic damage pours off of the creatures. Paul looks at his companions.
The Aarakocra wincing, readying his hammer.
The Kenku throwing a ball of swirling energy at the thing bending down over....over--
The vision, the memory, comes in a flash. A woman. Walking lightly up a hill at night, looking up at the stars, the most incredible smile on her lips. He watches her walk upwards as a golden glow begins to surround her, like she was becoming a sun in her own right, he sees--
Paul shouts the last "NO" loudly, as loudly as he can. And as he does a wave of healing energy pours forth from him.
Paul casts Prayer of Healing for 8