2 - 025 - The Dordrien Crypts

[Wicksy]

Sorry about the no post for a while. I've been pretty busy with my work
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Lusione begins a rousing song, which uplifts Ewan, invigorating him. The tune reverberates around the silent tunnels making the place seem almost bareable for a second [Ewan gains the benefits of +27hp, +2 to hit and =1 to fort saves].

Next Tender and Abs move into position. Abs nocks an arrow and lets fly into the darkness [hit AC30, 50% miss chance]
[dice=100]
01 - 50 = miss
The arrow flys wide and all that can be hear is a mocking sneer.

"Pah, if thats the best you can do wood elf scum, you wont leave here alive!" Through the mocking laughter, audible clicks can be heard and two crossbow bolts fly from the darkness (one at Ewan, one at Abs.

[aimed at Ewan]
[dice=20] + 12 = 13

[aimed at abs]
[dice=20] + 12 = 15

Much Drow cursing can be heard as one bolt sails wide of Abs. From the darkness, Tender and Ewan see the Drow discard their crossbows and back into the darkness drawing their weapons. One Drow wields and elegant longsword while the other twirls a cruel spike chain about his head. They beckon you forward with mocking and obscene gestures.

The spiked chain wielder retorts "Come play with us furry one. We will wear your hide come the end of this day!"

The other snorts "That mangy coat wouldnt be fit to birth a Grimlock! You are quite welcome to it...as long as there is some of it left after i'm done with it!"

Coppertop and Mal, you edge forward behind Ewan ready to back him up if required.

Ewan moves up again (single move action? If not, tell me and i'll move him back.

Ewan, as you edge closer, you spy the two Drow. They stand in a large cavern space waiting for you step in and engage them. They stand 10' apart and continue taunting you.

Initiative: Lusione (28), Drow 1 (26), Abs (26), Tender (26), Drow 2 (21), Coppertop (21), Mal (18), Ewan (10)

Map

             /    /
            /    /
            |   |
            |   |
            |M L|
            |   |
 Point X -->| C |
             \  A\
              \T  \
               \   \
                \ E \      ______
                 \   \    /      |
                  \   \  /       |
                   \   \/        | 
                   /-  -         |
                  /      W       |
                 /            
                 |     D OO      
                 |       OO
                 |          
                             



Map Key

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D = Drow 1 (84/84)
W = Drow 2 (84/84)

A = Abs
L = Lusione
M = Mal
C = Coppertop
T = Tender
E = Ewan

OO
OO = tunnel in floor leading downwards
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[TheZebraShakes™]

Moving up beside Coppertop, Lusione continues her song for Ewan. There was no doubt that he could rip both drow apart with a single swipe, but the gods only knew what they could be hiding or luring them into. She keeps her bow in hand, ready to let loose some arrows the moment she was able to catch sight of them.

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Advance beside coppertop and continue to Inspire Ewan's Greatness

For Ewan (27 hp, +3 on attacks (forgot about her feat), +2 fort save)

[chunker]

Frustrated by the darkness, Abs moves forward slowly, packing his bow and drawing a crystal wand as he walks and stopping behind the great bear-creature. He considered drawing his blade and rushing after the cocky drow, but he thought it prudent to not charge past his new band's champion. This champion even required his own personal songist-cheerleader and would likely shred an elf who tried to upstage him in melee. Abs also hoped that the cleric's light would soon catch up to the fight...



{OOC, I'll be at a conference in FLA Tu-Th and might miss a post depending on internet availability. Abs's next action will be to Move) Move up to the battle 40' and draw longsword while walking. Std) Launch an Energy Ray (Cold) from the dorje with Psionic Shot if he can get within 45' and see a drow target: +14 touch for 4d6+4 cold +4d6 (psi shot) +3 (fav enemy) +1 (if point blank range).}

[spiral]

Nothing to do here. They seem fine. Tender moves up to the entry to the cavern, to be close if need be, and maybe to get somewhere for a sneak attack next round.

[Fangor the Fierce]

Mal does not like this at all. They seem to be goading the warrior away from the others. Hopefully he knew better. Deciding to let things play out, Mal grabs another pearl, twirling it in his hands, moving closer to the fray. He would even the odds, so to say... Moving 30 feet, then moving another 25 feet or so to get a view of the drow. Mobile Spell Casting.

Another orb of air springs forth, crashing into the nearest drow with the spiked chain. (There should be light enough for the view by Mal's initiative...) Ranged Touch attack, +8 to hit, [dice=20]Possible Crit?!?!?
Crit Confirm, [dice=20], I think it confirmed!!!

If they have Spell Resistance, then here goes...[dice=20]+10=22

Damage=3d6, if they are critable, then adding another 3d6
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
Crit Damage=[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]

No save for damage, so full effects on damage. Fort Save of DC 20 if the attack hits or be knocked prone. If they are knocked prone, here's the info:

A creature knocked Prone is thrown 1d8 x 10’ into the air (a new Fortitude save to negate) and lands 1d6 hexes in a random direction, taking all the appropriate falling damage. [rand=98583166969993039433586394614812506395840517527321708554668085117]

[Japic]

Realizing he can't see a thing up there Coppertop decides to cast a spell on one of his sling stones and lob it ahead. He's not trying to strike the Drow, but would be happy if the stone landed nearby, to illuminate their foe properly.

{Light}

{This in theory should mess with their vision and allow our guys to hit them and not worry about the dark anymore. GO TEAM!}

{Edit: add in a 5 ft step closer while we're at it}

[Lin]

They thought the bear stupid, which was foolish, as was there approach to insulting him. An Urskan's pelt was of no worth, it was the armor they wore that was his true skin. They foolishly insulted fur, a biproduct of birth, worthy of no praise.

Stepping up just a bit, Ewan retains his shielded stance. They could not hurt him from a distance and he could rend them to pieces up close. He had no need to rush. He could simply wait and discover whatever there game was.