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Even as Korbiña's bones creak making her spit blood, she scoffs at the monstrosity as her eyes and the crystal in her staff that she's been holding onto crackle with sinister violet at black energy...
"And you really belueve that death threats and brute strength are going to scare me?" She shouts this or rather spews this into the dissolving face of the lumbering figure.
She shouts down toward the people of the village: "Can you all see what your jailir is made of? Like his name, he is just..." she coughs up some blood "... the wate of an apple... the part that no one would eat and throw into the bushes to be revoured by the ants"
With that, and a short flash of dark energies she dissolves into mist... disappearing from view...
((1 sorcery point for subtle spell metamagic to cast without verbal or somatic components, then bonus action to cast Misty Step to a lication as close to a potential hiding place as she can see, then move and action to hide for a moment to catch her breath, and groan silently from her broken ribs and hurting joints... Hide: 21 ))
This of course infuriates the melted malignance. It's twisted voice echoes to the heavens, or perhaps just the dead black sky, as its prey eludes its grasp. Its tail falls away, it's twisted nature bare for all to see. There's no intelligence in its movements and its voice has reduced to an inhuman gurgling. Still it persists.
The fire fizzles past the amorphous wretch, burning a small black smudge on the earth behind it. But the creature seeks Korbiña. It's mind has devolved into simple rage. Even its voice, which yet still rolls through the party's minds like rumbling thunder, is reduced to unintelligible static and unshaped emotion, a garbled sound more than a train of thought.
The villagers, however, continue to chant. Even Sceilie dares not look up, her voice drowning in a monotone deluge of pleas for mercy and prayers for salvation. It's painful, but not unexpected, given how long they have endured like this. But quandries over faith can stand to wait. This monster is yet to be felled and several members of the party are feeling their injuries.
Finish this. If not for them, then for yourselves.
[Lelantus, Thaux and Quartz are up once more. Remember that the halfling is still clinging to the giant aberration's back.]
Lelantus will stab this son of a ***** in the eye and yell " leave my friends alone you glorified house plant!" Also id like to use sneak attack if possible.
Lelantus will stab this son of a ***** in the eye and yell " leave my friends alone you glorified house plant!" Also id like to use sneak attack if possible.
[That is one of the rogues' key traits in combat.]
[Roll to hit, then damage, then roll an extra 1d6 for the sneak attack]
The halfling's stab goes for the creature's remaining eye, blinding the monster. Though it only utters a gurgle, a color drifts through the party's minds, accompanied by the creature's typical psionic rumble. It's bright red, a vision of rage and pain.
The creature's now begun to fall apart, its arm twisting and collapsing as the druid's wicked claws tear through. Its axe falls with a heavy thud, revealed to be of stone and wood rather than any metal. One more hit should do it...!
The creature lets out a broken belting gurgle. It cannot move. It knows its end is near. So it begins digging -- not the ground, but the party. Each of them feels an ethereal claw digging into their minds, sifting rather forcefully into their memories. It's trying to siphon information!
[Everyone, Wisdom save. 12+. On a failure, be prepared to have memories thrown back at you later on]
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[I hope it's ok to just take my turn now]
Korbiña feels then mental claws and goes into defense of her mind by thinking by looking at the monster from around the corner, gazing at it and throwing back this image of itself against those greedy claws...
...using this shield also to gather her own energies and holding out a hand towards the crumbling excuse of a jailor, calling up the hate of the undead against everything alive... casting Death Grip at the still glowing form...
Hit: 25 with 2 necrotic damage if it hits...
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Holding firmly onto her staff, Korbiña laughs laughs loudly ito its face.
Dex Save: 13
She laughs as it lifts her up, and she tries laughing still as it begins squeezing.
[Korbiña is grappled, takes 4 <let's say> force damage, will take 4 more damage on it's next turn if she doesn't break free.]
[I think that's your turn now, Korbiña. Good luck.]
Even as Korbiña's bones creak making her spit blood, she scoffs at the monstrosity as her eyes and the crystal in her staff that she's been holding onto crackle with sinister violet at black energy...
"And you really belueve that death threats and brute strength are going to scare me?" She shouts this or rather spews this into the dissolving face of the lumbering figure.
She shouts down toward the people of the village: "Can you all see what your jailir is made of? Like his name, he is just..." she coughs up some blood "... the wate of an apple... the part that no one would eat and throw into the bushes to be revoured by the ants"
With that, and a short flash of dark energies she dissolves into mist... disappearing from view...
((1 sorcery point for subtle spell metamagic to cast without verbal or somatic components, then bonus action to cast Misty Step to a lication as close to a potential hiding place as she can see, then move and action to hide for a moment to catch her breath, and groan silently from her broken ribs and hurting joints... Hide: 21 ))
This of course infuriates the melted malignance. It's twisted voice echoes to the heavens, or perhaps just the dead black sky, as its prey eludes its grasp. Its tail falls away, it's twisted nature bare for all to see. There's no intelligence in its movements and its voice has reduced to an inhuman gurgling. Still it persists.
[Asher, you're up. Almost done.]
after missing with the previous spell asher grumbles and grones in pain as he straitens up and extends his hand and cast fire bolt
to hit 8
if hit 8
[ooc] damn cant seem to hit shit lol
The fire fizzles past the amorphous wretch, burning a small black smudge on the earth behind it. But the creature seeks Korbiña. It's mind has devolved into simple rage. Even its voice, which yet still rolls through the party's minds like rumbling thunder, is reduced to unintelligible static and unshaped emotion, a garbled sound more than a train of thought.
The villagers, however, continue to chant. Even Sceilie dares not look up, her voice drowning in a monotone deluge of pleas for mercy and prayers for salvation. It's painful, but not unexpected, given how long they have endured like this. But quandries over faith can stand to wait. This monster is yet to be felled and several members of the party are feeling their injuries.
Finish this. If not for them, then for yourselves.
[Lelantus, Thaux and Quartz are up once more. Remember that the halfling is still clinging to the giant aberration's back.]
Lelantus will stab this son of a ***** in the eye and yell " leave my friends alone you glorified house plant!" Also id like to use sneak attack if possible.
[That is one of the rogues' key traits in combat.]
[Roll to hit, then damage, then roll an extra 1d6 for the sneak attack]
To hit 21
Damage 4
Sneak attack 7
Yo DM are there any torches nearby?
The halfling's stab goes for the creature's remaining eye, blinding the monster. Though it only utters a gurgle, a color drifts through the party's minds, accompanied by the creature's typical psionic rumble. It's bright red, a vision of rage and pain.
[About 20 feet away, near the hole in the village wall.]
Quartz again claws at the botanical nightmare with primal savagery
18 for 10 acid damage .
The creature's now begun to fall apart, its arm twisting and collapsing as the druid's wicked claws tear through. Its axe falls with a heavy thud, revealed to be of stone and wood rather than any metal. One more hit should do it...!
[Of the three that move now, that leaves Thaux]
[Still waiting -- if no word by tonight, we'll proceed]
The creature lets out a broken belting gurgle. It cannot move. It knows its end is near. So it begins digging -- not the ground, but the party. Each of them feels an ethereal claw digging into their minds, sifting rather forcefully into their memories. It's trying to siphon information!
[Everyone, Wisdom save. 12+. On a failure, be prepared to have memories thrown back at you later on]
Quartz Wis save 18
20
WIS save: 12
[I hope it's ok to just take my turn now]
Korbiña feels then mental claws and goes into defense of her mind by thinking by looking at the monster from around the corner, gazing at it and throwing back this image of itself against those greedy claws...
...using this shield also to gather her own energies and holding out a hand towards the crumbling excuse of a jailor, calling up the hate of the undead against everything alive... casting Death Grip at the still glowing form...
Hit: 25 with 2 necrotic damage if it hits...