The Blood War Boils Over

[Lochar]

Black blood starts to soak the desert sands around you as you slash and destroy the little pests, but there are still enough of them to attack back.

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6 left on each.

Mottle: Hit on 18+
Attacks: (6d20)[75]
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[97]

Thorg: Hit on 18+
Attacks: (6d20)[68]
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[65]

Tynze: Hit on Natural 20
Attacks: (6d20)[44]
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[45]

Each hit requires a DC 13 Fort save or take (1d4)[2] dex damage.

Damage will be rolled on a separate thread. And Allison is in the invisible box at the moment, so she's not involved.

[Lochar]

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Dammit.

Mottle: Hit on 18+
Attacks: (6d20)[9][1][16][9][18][10](63)
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[3][18][10][19][8][17](75)

Thorg: Hit on 18+
Attacks: (6d20)[15][18][14][7][10][6](70)
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[5][11][3][4][12][8](43)

Tynze: Hit on Natural 20
Attacks: (6d20)[8][17][13][9][17][15](79)
Confirm Crits: (6d20)[20][6][15][15][15][13](84)

[Lochar]

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Mottle: (1d3-1)[0] damage
Thorg: (1d3-1)[1] damage
Treated as evil and chaotic for DR.

[Greyen]

Thorg

With foam spraying Thorg howls Damn little blighters! I'm done with being stung fer today! His blade flashing in the sun.

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HP:276/229
AC:26

Full attack w/ boots for 2nd round (6 rounds left today)

Atk1
To hit (1d20+29)[34]
Damage (2d6+21)[29]+(4d6)[12]sacred&magebane

Haste Atk
To hit (1d20+29)[30]
Damage (2d6+21)[31]+(4d6)[14]sacred&magebane

Atk2
To hit (1d20+24)[25]
Damage (2d6+21)[28]+(4d6)[15]sacred&magebane

Atk3
To hit (1d20+19)[27]
Damage (2d6+21)[25]+(4d6)[11]sacred&magebane

EDIT - Grr...2 nat 1's - bring the fumble!

[Lochar]

Thorg:

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Roll a d100.

1-20: Rest of the attack sequence stops
21-80: Drop the weapon, attack sequence stops.
81-100: Fling the weapon (2d10)[9] feet away from you, attack sequence stops.

[Greyen]

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(1d100)[86]Fumble Check

[Lochar]

As the three of you begin chopping up the little demons, Memnoth finishes moving towards you all, and releases a spray of sand that engulfs you all, but strips the flesh of the remaining demons.

--End Combat--

[Greyen]

Thorg

Thorg calls out to his sword from where it was tossed in his furious fumble. It flies to his hand, where he spins looking for any living demons. As there are none, he begins to calm himself and clean his weapon again.

[GimliFett]

Tynze

Tynze shakes the sand from his pelt and clothes, much resembling a wolf or dog just after being soaked in water. He turns back to the others and grins ferally. "Well, that was a nice appetizer," he grumbles in a rough voice barely understandable.

[Greymist]

Mottle

After all the creatures are dead Mottle pulls back his armor and draws his sword across the sting marks, attempting to bleed out the poison Well if you call getting stung by these little insects nice

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Do I need a reflex save for the sand blast?
Ref: (1d20+10)[24]

Fort Saves:
For getting hit: (1d20+10)[18] DC13
Second roll: (1d20+10)[11] DC13

Heals checks
(1d20+1)[17] DC13
(1d20+1)[4] DC13
(1d20+1)[17] DC13

[elkhantar]

Memnoth

The dry lich smiles when the flying pests drop. Did that hurt? he inquires to the rest of the party. Allow me to fix you up he offers, closing in. I apologize for the sand, it was the fastest way to get rid of the small demons. The neuter tone of voice of the lich doesn't allow to know which part is sincere or when he is sarcastic, but the truth is that the quasits are all dead.

I just wish that our missing wizard saw the flames and comes to investigate... he says while examining the others. It would save us the hassle of looking for him.

[GimliFett]

Tynze

Shaking his head, the big man grins at the lich, baring his sharp teeth. "Given what we've encountered so far, I don't think we're going to be allowed a decrease of hassle. Do you?"

[The_Snark]

Allison

"If our wizard has any brains, he'll be avoiding fights, not looking for them. We aren't going to find him standing here; let's move." Allison fades from view again, her last visible motion a westward wave of her hand.

[Greyen]

Thorg

Thorg looks at Memnoth, shakes off some sand and shrugs with a snarl. Whatever is necessary to be done. HE takes a few minutes to collect quasit heads, adding them to a blood stained sack.

Thorg then follows the caster's lead, once again on the search.

[Lochar]

Collecting a bit over thirty heads of the miniature demons, Thorg bags them all.

You all begin moving again, a more westward movement now, angling back towards the town, coming up from the south. You walk for an hour, the sand gradually giving way to more rock, hard enough and plentiful enough that Memnoth would not be able to sandswim here. But in counterpoint to Tynze's statement, you are not distracted by any particular enemies, unless you count the heat.

The second hour after the last attack sees you moving closer to Mala Myrr. Getting closer to the city, probably within an hours walk of it, one might begin wondering if it would be possible at all to find the mage.

Off in the distance, Memnoth spots a single moving figure, dressed in all dark colors. The figure stands out against the stone and sand, even as it moves to hide from view in between rock outcroppings and stone trees, disappearing from view once it gets near the hiding places. It is quickly making it's way towards Mala Myrr.

Nate:

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Yes, this is you. There's not enough shadow around here to always be within 10' of shadow to HiPS. You're spotted between times. The rest of your trip across the desert had been uneventful.

[Moral Wiz]

Nathaniel

The far too hot mage noted an odd group in the distance.

Oh great. Another group of Demons, or... cultists, or something.

He keeps on at his current speed, to see how they react. If they try to ambush him... well, he wouldn't be surprised.

[elkhantar]

Memnoth

There's something moving towards the city over there says the lich, pointing out the figure hiding in the shadows to the rest of the group. The dry lich tries to judge the speed of the thing, and whether they will be able to intercept the figure. I can't really say what it is from this distance he says, trying to distinguish more details. but it's dressed in black and vaguely humanoid

Since that's a description that could include from a cautious traveller to the devil lord itself in disguise, he decides to investigate. I guess we should move in closer he suggests. shall we hustle a little? Since the floor is mostly stone, he doesn't try to be any subtle, and simply closes in.

[Greyen]

Thorg

Thorg shakes his head Damn stupid mage if that's the one we are looking for. He rumbles, obviously disdainful of the thought of a mage. The begins to jog through the sands toward the figure, armor and harness jingling along. He carries his blade low but in hand as he moves. He angles toward Mala Myrr to cut off the moving mage. He keep ssight of his companions as he does so. The sands could be more treacherous than the demons some days.

[The_Snark]

Allison

"Don't approach too quickly," Allison's voice comes from midair. "If he is our man, you might spook him." Whether he lashed out, or tried to slip away, they didn't want that. She takes advantage of the speed her flight gives her to approach much more quickly, relying on her invisibility to conceal her—and if he can see through that, he can see she's unarmed.

[elkhantar]

Memnoth

Scare him? I don't see how could we scare anyone! says the lich, who seems to be in a good humour after killing those quasits. A scaly ogre, a sand lich, a wolf-man... aren't we the ideal welcome commitee? he chuckles to his inner joke, and keeps moving after Thorg. Would he be really that useful if he got scared of a few guys like us? he says, still amused. Despite all his joking, however, he stops a second to grab a fistful of sand, then moves forward again. Better be prepared, one doesn't unlive forever if unprepared...

[Greyen]

Thorg

Thorg pulls down his mask as he moves growling out Scare him! I hope he pisses hisself! Damn stupid mage, getting lost out in the desert.

[GimliFett]

Tynze

The werewolf lopes along with the group, keeping his pace down to that of his companions. Tynze grins to himself at the thought of the mage being scared of the group. As it should be! We have the power! By Val, we'll make a difference, too! I almost hope he isn't scared. It'd say more about his usefulness, that's certain! he muses to himself as he jogs.

[Moral Wiz]

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Lochar, do I still have D Door usable?

[Lochar]

Nate:

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Nope, you've used your two uses out of combat for the day.

[Greymist]

Mottle

As Mottle runs to catch up with the others he laughs, You know, I could turn myself into a demon, I wonder how they'd react to that seeing Thorg pull down his mask his laughing increases just as long as you don't get too enthusiastic in trying to scare em Thorg

[Lochar]

The group moves quickly towards where they last saw the figure, with Allison flying high above them, faster than they can go.

She is the first to the location where Memnoth saw the figure, but doesn't see anything for several long moments.

Nate:

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you see several different creatures running towards you. you're currently hidden in the shadow of a particularly large outcropping of rock, and you're fairly certain you won't be spotted, if you can stay out of their direct line of sight.

[Greyen]

Thorg

Thorg keeps running toward the place calling out in a gravelly sing-song Come out, come out! Where ever you are! I hope you're the guy we're looking for! 'Cause my sack of demon heads is getting full!

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Is it possible to intimidate without direct contact? Even a PC? (1d20+31)[45]

[Moral Wiz]

Nate

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Nathaniel stays very still at the call, trying not to move and disrupt the shadow.Laern huddles close to him, his light all but extinguished.

Whatever these.... things are, best not to reveal ourselves to them. Perhaps they will pass

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(1d20+38)[42]Nathaniel's hide check
(1d20+17)[36]

And don't we both have HiPS? Nate's got the collar on, remember?

[The_Snark]

Allison

With the figure nowhere in sight, Allison's mind leaps to the most obvious conclusion: he has used the same magic as she, or something very like it, to conceal himself. If it's him, either he's escaping, or waiting in ambush, or delaying his decision until he can see more about the others. Best to forestall either one.

Her raised voice rings out over the rocky desert, but out of prudence—in case it wasn't who they were looking for—she doesn't drop her glamer. "If you're looking for Mala Myrr, we can take you there."

[GimliFett]

Tynze

"And if you're with the demon-spawn, you'll make a fine finale to our catch today!" The werewolf growls out as he easily paces the others towards their quarry, be it friend or foe.

Lochar:

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Any unusual scents?