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Post by irishmagician on Feb 19, 2012 18:42:18 GMT -4
Trazish resists the effect of the mist, but his blade is parried aside as the beast flails its tentacles in his direction.
Efryn attempts to split his focus between controlling the Apparatus and assisting the others in combat with a spell.
Concentration Check: [dice=20] + 8 + 5
He manages to snap his fingers sharply, conjuring four balls of magick energy into existence. The Archmage points at the beast, sending them shooting towards it.
Erfryn casts Magic Missle: [dice=4][dice=4][dice=4][dice=4] + 4
They slam forcefully into the monster, causing its cry to almost become painful with its ear-piercing volume. It sways back and forth in pain, barely managing to keep itself upright.
(OOC: Someone poke it or something, it has exactly 1 HP left, lol)
Vulgrim Grumple Eyeball Ayame Naerwen/Tiriel Trazish Erfryn[rand=903497545819752553813877416108787859103516911308635913416143526]
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Post by mith on Feb 19, 2012 18:50:36 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin notices the vials and glassware on the table as the Dwarf lifts it.
"If you're gonna throw that table, Dwarf, hit the thing with the vials, too!"
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Post by blackhawk on Feb 19, 2012 22:17:11 GMT -4
Vulgrim coughs as the mist permeates the room.
Fortitude: [dice=20] + 6
"I was figurin' on throwin' it all." Vulgrim heaves on the table, Tryng once more to lift it.
Strength to lift the table: [dice=20] + 4
Heaving the table above his head, Vulgrim stomps toward the monster and heaves the desk, glassware and all, at it. 5 foot step to E-3
Ranged touch attack: [dice=20] +4
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 20, 2012 0:16:18 GMT -4
(Since the monster has already made an attack of opportunity this round, it does not lash out at Vulgrim as he throws the table)
The table flies through the air, trailing various alchemical vials and ingredients. The table misses its mark however, landing nearby the monster with a crash
(Rolling d12 to determine drift location, starting 1 = C4 and moving clockwise)
[dice=12] (Lands at C6)
Splash damage: 3 fire damage, 3 acid damage
Vials crash all around the table, drenching the monster in assorted chemicals. They begin to eat away at the monster's tentacles, raising acrid tendrils of steam. The eyeball-monster begins to flail around madly to get the caustic substances off itself. Sadly, this effort does not remove the chemicals; which proceed to eat away at the monster until nothing is left of it, but a small pool of noxious-smelling fluid.
(OOC: Everyone gains 600 XP for defeating the monster. The effects of the mist wear off, ending the temporary level drain effect. Party is no longer in initiative order.)
While the monster dissolves, the being in the Apparatus clearly scowls with rage. Hundreds of tentacles sprout from itself, and begin to viciously attack inside of the Apparatus. Caught off guard from this unexpected assault, Erfryn vainly tries to compensate for this added strain on the device. Waving his hands in increasingly complex gestures and shouting words of power, the two wage in a contest of wills to gain control over the Apparatus.
Efryn Concentration Check: [dice=20] + 8 + 5
Opponent Concentration Check: [dice=20] + 21 + 5
A sly grin comes over the being's features, and hundreds of tentacles pierce through the surface of the Apparatus simultaneously. Shards of shining silver fall from the now-broken mirror, dissipating rapidly as they strike the floor. The shining light from the diagram on the floor begins to flicker rapidly, taking on a purplish hue as the tentacles wave in the air from the Apparatus, leaving trails of purple fire in their wake. Erfryn, having been knocked back several feet when the tentacles burst through, struggles to his feet.
"This....this wasn't supposed to happen! I...I...must get out of here! They must be warned!" Erfryn shouts, fear clearly seen on his face. He dashes for the door, left open when Ayame entered previously. When he crosses the threshold, he suddenly speeds up and zips out of sight; as if time was moving faster outside of the study. The Apparatus begins to pulse with purple light, making a ominous rumbling sound that grows with each passing second.[rand=17774887204432822719778008749994504100429774007774417626036912301024]
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Post by blackhawk on Feb 20, 2012 0:48:13 GMT -4
Vulgrim stands back as the monster sizzles into a pool of sludge, huffing from throwing the desk. "Well, it worked. Sort of."
He looks at Erfyn as he works on the contraption more and more frantically. "Anythin' I can do te-" The tentacles burst from the mirror, sending silvery shards flying. Vulgrim shields his eyes as the mirror bursts, he hears Erfyn yell, "This....this wasn't supposed to happen! I...I...must get out of here! They must be warned!"
Vulgrim looks up to see Erfyn dash out the door. Throwing a look at the many tentacles bursting from the once-whole contraption, Vulgrim utters a couple choice words and turns to the door. With a look over his shoulder, he yells "I'm with him lads, If his mageness can-nae do anythin about this fer the moment 'tis my vote we bugger off!"
With that said, he follows Erfyn out the door and down the stairs with all due haste. That is to say, a lot of haste.
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Post by zeferin on Feb 20, 2012 13:22:06 GMT -4
As the dwarf flung the table over his head, spilling the alchemic liquids over the eyeball, Trazish watched as the creature melted into a pool of its own fluids. Transforming his greatsword back into a chain, Trazish gave a short pray, wishing death had brought the creature peace.
Just he finished, he was almost blasted off his feet as the Archmage finally lost the fight with the being, shattering the 'mirror' and letting the being reach out into the room. As the Archmage ran out the room, speeding up as he crossed the threshold, Trazish quickly wrapped his chain around his arm and turned to the others. "I agree with the dwarf. My mission is done, and I do my job better breathing and with a pulse." As he ran out the door, he called back, "Stay if you wish, but I can't imagine that any of you are useful dead."
(occ: grammar...)
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Post by mith on Feb 20, 2012 22:51:17 GMT -4
Fortitude save: [dice=20] + 7
Coughing and breathing into his shirt to avoid the gas, Grumplestiltskin had just pulled some small vials from his pouch when the monster met its end. He watched the unfortunate battle of wills between the creature in the mirror and the Archmage. As the tentacles burst through and filled the room, and the Sage and other began to flee, Tomah checked to be sure he still had all of his reagent and Jorell's notes.
Then, running around the edge of the room to avoid the tentacles, he exited the room. Shouting as he followed the Dwarf and taller man down the stairs, "surely not, though I would like a bit of a word with the Sage, and I am mighty curious who he thinks can fix this mess!" [rand=8627484280150384475854088785126890327080269344156394759400282055]
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Post by Naerwen on Feb 21, 2012 0:28:26 GMT -4
Naerwen ducked down behind the desk to be sure to avoid any flying shards from the mirror. When the creature broke through she quickly followed suit and left as the others did being sure to take Tiriel with her. She hoped that since the device was in shards that nothing else would be able to come through, but she dared not think of such things as they fled down the stairs. She raised an eyebrow in agreement of what the halfling shouted as he left. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she gave a quick glance back to see if the small girl had followed.
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Post by myinsanemind on Feb 21, 2012 0:35:44 GMT -4
Knowing it was time to skedaddle, Ayame made a dash toward the door after the others—closely following the heels of the Halfling and Elf. Once outside the doorway, she let out an ear piercing whistle as she continued running down the stairs.
“Well, I may disagree about the usefulness of the dead, but I do agree leaving is a wise choice. I have a high aversion to a premature end when I still have yet so much to do!” she ginned, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis.
Hardly able to contain her excitement she started giggling, “And following Master Sage Erfryn-sama will be really interesting!”
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 21, 2012 1:00:59 GMT -4
As the last individual flees the study, an earth-shaking cracking sound follows the group out the door; heralding the entry of a monstrous humanoid figure shoving itself through the remnants of the Apparatus, its figure clouded by blinding scintillating rays of purple energy. The room begins to fill ominously with purple light, which abruptly slows to a crawl as the time distortion comes into effect as the group travels swiftly down the stairs. Upon reaching the foyer, the late afternoon sun shines through the doorway to the grounds beyond, illuminating a vacant secretary's desk. Slow rumbling sounds can still be heard emanating from higher up in the tower, though no one appears to be fleeing beyond those who escaped from the study above.
As the group leaves the Wizard's Tower, purple light can be seen shining strongly from the windows at the top of the tower; with odd coruscating waves of magickal energy roiling out into the sky in all directions. Several nearby students and other individuals are pausing to look up at the spectacle in the sky, some pointing at it and whispering to each other in speculation to its cause. The Archmage remains to be seen, his figure not present among the crowds in the immediate vicinity.
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Post by zeferin on Feb 21, 2012 11:58:57 GMT -4
As the last of them came down the stairs, Trazish heard the low rumble and looked outside to see the purple light shine ominously over the afternoon sky. Give a quick curse in Elvish, he turned to the group, "Ok, as much as I would love to have formal introductions, we need to find that damn mage to find out what he let out, so just call me Trazish."
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Post by blackhawk on Feb 21, 2012 13:29:47 GMT -4
Vulgrim scowls at the sky and then turns to nod to the... Vulgrim gives him a look over, Part-elf, he decides. "Vulgrim. I'm a weaponsmith with a shop down on the square, ye may have herd o' me." Vulgrim remembers something critical, and turns to one of the apprentices, shouting. "Oy! What time and day is it, If would be so kind." Terrible things may aboot to be happening, but I need to pay me tithes...
After getting his answer, he turns to the party. "Aye, finding where the Archmage has decided to bugger off to might be a good idea." Vulgrim turns to the halfling/gnome (OOC: Can't remember which she is) who showed up late. "Don't suppose you know where he may have went to?"
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Post by irishmagician on Feb 21, 2012 17:12:58 GMT -4
A young female apprentice looks up from her conversation with a friend, her curly red hair clashing terribly with the growing purple glow being cast over the surroundings. Glancing nervously towards the Tower, she addresses the dwarf.
"'Tis half past six, sir Dwarf," the girl replies in a slightly absentminded fashion. She turns back to her companion with a self-conscious toss of her hair. The two walk away quickly, leaving only a girlish titter hanging in the air behind them.
(OOC: This part is going to be up to you all in terms of the RP. I will give input for NPC involvement, skill checks, and questions as needed.)
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Post by blackhawk on Feb 21, 2012 17:39:43 GMT -4
"I have t' get back to me forge before anything else goes on. I have an appointment te keep that I made /before/ all this mess decided te come about." Vulgrim frowns. "Also donnae wan't to be caught without something a bit more substantial than a smithin' hammer and a tunic between me and whatever beasties may crop up when we are looking for his magness."
"I'll meet you all back in this area after I pick up me things. Iffin ya haven't found 'em I'll give a look about. If ya have, I expect someone to get me word sometime sos I don't go mucking about like a fool."
After hearing what the others have to say on the matter, Vulgrim heads out at a jog back to his forge. Not gonnae get caught like that again by Torag. Chucking desks and missing...
[Vulgrim heads back to his forge to make his appointment and pick up his gear.]
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Post by Naerwen on Feb 21, 2012 21:18:19 GMT -4
Naerwen’s ear slightly twitched upon hearing the Elvish curse and thought to herself, Someone has a rather short fuse, but I suppose in this situation it’s partially warranted. She frowns as she notices the purple light.
She waited to let Trazish and Vulgrim finish their introductions or variations of and introduced herself. “I’m Naerwen, and this is Tiriel.” As Naerwen introduced the bird she reached up to gently smooth the eagle's feathers. Upon hearing her name Tiriel let out a soft screech.
Naerwen thought for a moment pondering the dwarf’s words. “I agree it would be wise to have a meeting place, but I’m not certain this location would be the best considering …” She points up gesturing toward the purple menace that was upstairs.
“I may run an errand myself. I believe I should warn the High Druid. He may know of something to help us, but I’m not certain.” She slightly trailed off as thoughts surfaced. Remembering the dwarf’s question to the gnome she turned to the girl waiting to see if she knew where the mage may have gone.
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