Dungeon of the Mad Mage (#9 PbP)

Can Grianne set the balilistae ablaze with the burning fire of the faye?

it's a long hall, you'd have to move and do so, if you can.

 About how far away are these thingies anyway?

Ah flek that, Lythril charges at the baloobie things, 25 full move, Dodge Action.

Azrael kept running, making it to a total of 90 feet closer to the ballistae, he readied his Control Flames - and he would extinguish any flames from any fired bolts to .. if nothing else.. keep them from being on fire.

If I learned anything from that house fire... he thought to himself remembering Leon running in so bravely.. 

As Evrik was looking around for traps and plates, he sees the two ballistae headed toward the party. He stands quickly and yells to the gods. "Lend me your strength for your wisdom I have none!" he yells as he dashes off toward the machines behind Azrael.

"Gah! ****en--" Ra'iik wrestles with the large spear for a short while before breaking it off also. He too, runs down the hall 30' while dodging.

"Well I be. Think I'll wait around the corner until you fellows have seen to whatever that is. Let me know how that goes." He calls out to the others before backing up, taking a seat, and while away the time trying to make spider leg kabobs. 

Alessandra watches some of the group run towards the ballistae with a look of indifference, then glances over to Biggs setting up to make some meal. “I’m not going in there either,” She says, leaning up against the wall near the bugbear, watching him cook.

“... Can I try one of those?”

Grianne looks back and forth to the members of her group, she cant decide what to do. 

She makes up her mind. She runs up behind her allies, allowing them to be in front cuz she aint dumb, and will cast her faerie fire when she gets in range.

Az is directly in front of them. I would say the rest of you guys are about 50'-60' until you reach the ballistae. (Correct me if i'm wrong) They're pretty much at the end of that long hallway. They're about to fire again.

As Evrik continues towards the ballistae behind Azrael, he is again overcome with guilt for leaving past companions. I'll not leave these accomplices to fall, he thinks to himself. I must protect them as I can. But can I? He begins to question his abilities. I allowed the spore to fall; I abandoned the others to what fate I do not know.

Evrik slows as his mind begins to wander. He stops. Az has moved far ahead. The others, Evrik looks over his shoulder, they seem ok for now.

He turns back toward the machines, and his right arm makes the motion of throwing a large spear while he utters a small prayer and a flash of blue light creates guiding bolt that hurls towards one of the war engines. But his thoughts distract him and his lack of concentration causes the effect to do little to aid the others. (Attack: 8 Damage: 12) 

The spellspear fizzles as it hits, doing no damage. (Low attack roll) A bolt loosens and roars towards you in retaliation.

Attack: 22 Damage: 22

The impact hits you so hard, it dents your armor, nearly pinning you to the ground behind you. The bolts are real wood and metal, but magically are on fire (just the tip) and appear out of thin air to reload.

Grianne should be close enough to faerie fire them. Please roll their save when appropriate.

Please remind me the number I need to beat <3

Laughing his weird robotic laugh, OU812 takes off running behind Az and Ra'iik.

Mr. Biggs had simply nodded along in agreement while coating the legs in added seasoning from a side pouch. "Soon as their done." He says, bating not at eye at the distant sounds of more flaming projectiles or grunts of pain. ".... How have you been, by the way?" He gives her a sidelong look. "While I'm not the sharpest tool in the sharpest tool in the shed, the tension about you has been admittedly rather palatable as of late." Biggs turns back and starts rolling the spits over. 

18, 2

You can hit them at advantage now thanks to Faerieanne.

The pain of the bolts impact sent Evrik's mind reeling... The weave bends and he hears screams and laughter.  And pain and pleasure. That other place, other... time.

As the rain began to fall on the leaves, the boy looked up and grabbed the firm hand of his father. He could smell the freshness of the earth as the water dampened the floor as it fell through the canopy. Golden rays bounced through the branches and made the droplets seem to dance. But as they continued to walk, the flesh tore away from the hand he held. Horrified he looked up to see the skeleton of the dwarf, robes flowing waving his other hand toward the sky as the raindrops turned red and the blood splashed down upon his face...

The shock of hitting the ground jolted Evrik awake. He looked around, and regained his feet. And continued to move towards the machines.

Good heavens what a horrible vision! lol

Alessandra raises an eyebrow at the bugbears question, stark white eyes meeting his for a moment before she glances behind him for seemingly no reason. Her lips thin as she watches the shadows behind him shift and smile at her. "Has it?" She inquires, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes flickering back to meet his gaze once again. "I've been fine, as normal as I've ever been." She gives a pause, hearing another yell from down the hallway, but doesn't flinch. "Do you mind if I ask why you think that is?"