Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Aug 7, 2015 8:16:02 GMT -8
Recognizing their foe instantly, Ravna calls out to the party, Bedamned ghouls! Don't let them get near you!
Fumbling with her bandolier, she swiftly palms, pops, and downs the contents of swirling viriscedent ampule before throwing it away; glass shatters against stone, tinkling. Any who look would notice, for the briefest moment, Ravna's pupils flare lambent green in the light of the Ioun.
As Rothgar marches forward, the ghoul reaches for him. Its arms are outstretched as Rothgar's ax cleaves into the creature. Against a living, bleeding, creature, such a mighty blow would send a cascade of blood and tissue across the room. Against the foul smelling creature before him, Rothgar gets no such satisfaction. Instead of screams of pain, Rothgar receives only a defiant hiss.
With bestial and uncanny agility, the other ghoul leaps toward Rothgar. Slashing with claws and teeth. The ghoul's attacks are chaotic and flailing. All were easily deflected by Rothgar's shield.
Surallel strides forward. He throws his shoulders back and confidently declares, "Even here, in the rotting bowels of the earth, the power of the heavens flow through my blood. These foul abominations and their master will learn the cost of this desecration. His eyes glow with a opalescent light. Streaks of starlight begin to glow on his arms and face. Small stones begin to appear over the head of Enemy One, they swirl and dance as they pour from some unseen opening above the gangrel creature. It tries to dodge and weave as it is pelted by hundreds, then thousands of tiny stones.
The ghoul's attempts to avoid the ever increasing number of stones become more and more futile. The swirling rocks begin to shred and tear the flesh from the creature. The ghoul slows, and then falls in a motionless heap.1d20+2·1d4+1
Post by Darvan Marnos on Aug 8, 2015 11:19:27 GMT -8
Moving with extraordinary speed, Darvan rushes past his companions to the open door. Seeing one ghoul collapsed upon the ground and the other attacking Rothgar Darvan moves to flank the monster. As he darts past the monster, it snaps at Darvan. A deft and simple spin, leaves the monster biting air. He swings his sword down at the ghoul but it fails to cut through the monster's hide.
Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Aug 9, 2015 21:05:55 GMT -8
Everything suddenly slows. The air sparks with falling green lights. The potion's slightly minty flavor lingers on her tongue, punctuated by a soft note of cloves. As the soft, haunting notes of Tessa's song drifts over her, Ravna steps swiftly before Surallel - his magical aura palpable and drawing and dense, like a hole punched in the night sky - and releases the bomb she barely remembers palming at the gangrel form between Darvan and Rothgar.
Attack (using Precise Bombs to ignore allies): fvZyZWUA1d20+25
Ravna has entered the Matrix, apparently.1d20+25·2d6+5
The porcelain jar flies from Ravna's hand, following a precises arc. It turn exactly three times in the air, just as she intended, before connecting with the ghoul's temple. The jar breaks, along precise lines in the facing hemisphere, spilling the volatile contents across the ghoul, and nothing more. Ravna watches as every drop of liquid splashes on the pallid, stretched skin of the ghoul. It seems like it takes an eternity, for each drop to ignite, as intended. They all do, of course. To Ravna, it is like watching a great city at twilight from a great distance, as each drop ignites it is like a lighting a candle in a window.
A moment later, the tableau is ruined. Time seems to snap back. The ghoul collapses, fully engulfed in flames.
The creature is struck by Ravna's jar, which breaks dowsing the it and the corpse pile behind it in sticky liquid, which immediately ignites when exposed to the air. The creature screams in pain for a moment before collapsing to the ground in lifeless bonfire.
Lining the walls of this room are shelves. Most of the shelves are bare, with a few scrolls, loose papers and ancient book bindings. Most look too desiccated and ancient to risk moving. The corpses in the pile appear to be relatively fresh, maybe days old. Most have served as a meal for something, presumably the ghouls, and bare tooth and claw marks. The horrible smell that permeates this place is strong here. There are two doors, closed, that lead out of this room, in addition to the now open door in the south wall.
Post by Surallel Sol on Aug 11, 2015 16:12:05 GMT -8
Surallel marches past Ravna and enters the room. He begins to rant as he begins eyeing the loose scrolls and book bindings in search of anything of interest.
"Ghouls! Ugh! I hate the undead! Of all the planes of existence that I have extrapolated, theorized, or guessed at, the plane of death still confounds all my understandings of the planes. The other thing about the dead or undead, you don't just find one or two, it's usually a whole wretched batch or hive of dead things trying to maul and murder you. I despise necromancers! If that's what's running all this nonesense, I'm gonna be so angry."
Surallel stops in the middle of the room a few steps from the pile of bodies and scans out with his sorcerer's eyes.