Edson turns and heads back for Barratore, slashing into the the horned devil.. flanking with the devil and his blessed kukhris he goes to work.
hit ac 34 8 dmg+27 if sneak allowed, +4 bleed -2 strength miss ac 29 hit ac 33 8 dmg+ 37 if sneak allowed, +4 bleed -2 strength miss ac 27
DM Ryan - "Lets get those little monsters!"| Tactical Maps and Artwork Wednesday June 27th, 2018 2:03:58 PM Tishe’ advices Emrys that this may be a long battle and to conserver her spells before yelling to Edson about the Resilient Sphere. As she is yelling two more Derakni teleport in causing her to rethink conserving spells as she fires off some magic missiles at the Horned Devil. The missiles strike true as the devil yells in rage.
Velarin shouts to have the ogre kill the mastodon to free up Barratore. He assures Tishe’ that he has several spells left and then watches as his magics fail to summon a wall of acid as he had hoped. Barratore quickly lops off the mastodons head before turning and tearing into the demon that just appeared beside him. The creature withstands the attack and he calls to Edson to lure something else too him.
After taking substantial damage Sir Royston is able to easily shrug off the poison. Reacting in rage he tears Derakni1 to small pieces in an impressive onslaught. Likewise Brom makes quick work of Derakni3.
Across the battle field you can see more large flying creatures heading your way and experiences tells you it is at least three of the Horned Devils!!!
Emrys commands the ogre to attack the horned devil and Edson joins the ogre in the attack. As the ogre pulls back his ogre hook to attack a weird look appears on its face as it bursts into a shower of simple grass. Edson continues his attack and kills the Horned Demon with well placed strikes at vital organs. As it falls it explodes outward also into a shower of simple grass.
You have battled, and continue to battle, as if the fight would never end. But in fact, you have held the circle long enough! Across the battlefield you can see that all Sarr creatures are collapsing to the ground and falling from the sky and everything stops. Every minion of the Sarr, every enemy infected by or made out of bloodgrass immediately ceases to function as the corruption withers to dust and they become rooted in place as blades of Sarr grasses, only slightly tinged with red.
Finally, there is a huge writhing as three final gigantic creatures emerge from Sar. They are so large -- a hundred or two hundred feet high -- that in emerging they rip the Sarr asunder! These three figures seem familiar to those who encountered images when you broke the crstals that had infected your homelands: they are the mysterious figures, here born as the new powers of the Sargrass Plains.
One with the oak leaf circlet transforms into a gigantic treant. One on stilts transforms into the mother of all Sarg moths. One with wings transforms into a series of flickering bestial shapes.
They speak together in unison. Each of the Powers says a different word when there is a choice in brackets.
“WE ARE THE SARR [REBORN/BORN/EVOLVED]! WE THANK YOU, HEROES OF THE WOLD, FOR YOUR PART IN BRINGING THE PLAINS BACK TO THE WOLD!”
“WE ARE GRATEFUL FOR YOUR ROLE IN [ENDING/TAMING/CURING] THE [THREAT/CHALLENGE/DANGER] OF THE BLOODGRASS.”
“WE HAVE [CONCEDED/AGREED/VOWED] THAT WE MUST NOT WAR AMONG OURSELVES, FOR THAT WOULD DESTROY OUR HOME FOREVER.”
Velarin Xilontheel(Chris J), AC 17(FF 14), hp 80/92, extended mage armor(24 hrs) Wednesday June 27th, 2018 3:56:22 PM
V looks around at his companions. "It appears that this part of the battle is over. How many of our brethren have fallen on this day? I fear to wonder. This battle was one that will go down in the books to be remembered by future generations, And I am proud and thankful to see that all of the Keeper's of the Vale still stand, and I'm just as proud and thankful to be counted among them."
V looks at Tishe' "What now with your Sarr? It is not what it was, but will they bring peace and return the Wold to a natural balance? Is this a peaceful resolution to the situation? One way or another, this day should mark the day that this matter is settled."
AC 22 / T22/ F20 CMD19. HP 51 / 114. Tishe' (SteveK) Wednesday June 27th, 2018 5:20:24 PM
Tishe’ runs a gamut of emotion, elation by the Keepers killing the devils, consternation at the next wave, again happy when the creatures turn into Grass, and awe at the strange and powerful transformation of the Sarr into three Immortals agreeing to work together for the land.
The face she turns to Velarin, however, is one of confusion. “The Sarg Moth is the final evolution of Sargrass specific creatures, and I guess the treat represents the druidwood.” She just shakes her head at the third avatar. “I hadent a clue that the Sarr was multi persons, and while they seem in agreement just now, I think it is important to make sure it IS done for the future.”
“Someone should talk to them”, she suggests, clearly indicating that she shouldn’t be that person.
Edson Kazil - Shawn R; AC: 28 (T 21, FF 20), CMD: 24 HP: 57/78 Wednesday June 27th, 2018 8:05:30 PM
Edson yells a triumphant yell.. partially for killing the demon and partially for finally doing something.
He wipes the grass off and stands in awe at three new powers...
Edson is about to point to Tishe... and then catches she doesn't want to talk.
" Well Brom and Barry will pick a fight. .. i don't have people skills. V? Emrys? New guy?"
Brom the Barbarian - Rich P; AC: 26 (T 14, FF 26, Raged 24), CMD: 36 (39 Raged); HP: 179 (224 raged); DR 3/- (6/- raged) Wednesday June 27th, 2018 11:10:02 PM
With all of the opponents dead, Brom simply hangs his sword on his back and moves to retrieve his bow. Picking up his bow he places it back in his quiver storage.
"Talk with the thing if ya want, I just wanna get back. I think I need a lot of drinkin'. V, you got a way ta get us back?"
Sir Royston Scalesworth IV (Tanner) -- HP 162 | AC 27/16/24 | CMD 33 | F+19/R+14/W+19 Wednesday June 27th, 2018 11:35:03 PM
Dragon-Royston flexes his claws in satisfaction as the demon is slain. He turns to vent more righteous fury, but is brought up short by the emergence of a new Power. He lands on the ground with a whump. He is wary. "Is this the new Sargrass?" His voice booms in his draconic form. "A triumvirate deity? Gods with several aspects have a tendency of being... fickle. We must not let down our guard."
Active Effects: Heroism -- +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks. Spell Resistance -- SR 25. Dragon Form 116/130. Inspire Competence +1 comp attack/damage and +1 morale vs charm/fear. Wall of Fire -- 1 /10. HP 137/190
Barratore Steelwind (Dan K) AC: 31 (T 16 FF 25), CMD:36; HP: 162/186 Character Sheet Thursday June 28th, 2018 7:05:36 AM
Barratore spins quickly and prepares to finish off his opponent so that he can engage the horned devils coming in, but there is no need. The minotaur mentally starts planning out what his best options would be to combat these massive things, take to the air and stay at range. That too, turns out to not be needed as the battle has apparently been won. He looks over to V, "Epic and for the ages to be sure."
Barratore was not sure what to make of what the Power was talking about. It sounded like wherever the group now stood, was going to be or become the Sargrass of old. Which meant it was going to be brutally hot and quite dangerous. Brom was right on a drink being needed, but to Barratore this was still undone.
"Let's link up with the Iron Dragons to our right. I can still fly and V's Haste will last for another few rounds".
Haste 2/15 Fly 27/50 Stoneskin 130/150
Emrys Myrridanmyl, stephen f. ac24 hp51/67. rituals: see invis, haste. Thursday June 28th, 2018 10:00:49 AM
"Three aspects of power! That sounds quite familiar. That's a sacred number ... the Power of Three"
"You have four aspectss ... that we know of ... and that number could be infinite," replies Daemon.
"Monster doesn't count. He an anomaly. A curse ... the scar leftover from a wound."
"Monster hasss hisss place."
"As long as it's not here."
Emrys stares on in wonder. He wonders if the great treant is Culverwood influenced. He then shakes off the invisiblity, now that it's no longer necessary. He suddenly feels very tired. However Edson and Barratore is correct, they should see how the other groups are doing.
Emrys will provide a fresh Wind Walking spell to whomever needs it to get around to the other groups.
DM Ryan - "Lets get those little monsters!"| Tactical Maps and Artwork Thursday June 28th, 2018 12:37:34 PM Edson yells in triumph and notices Tishe’ may not want to talk. Instead he looks to the others. Runing the gamut of emotion [/b] tishe’ [/b] takes a moment before turning to Velarin and speaking about the Sarr. Brom hangs his sword on his back and retrieves his bow and declares his desire to get back home and have many drinks.
Sir Royston lands heavily and muses on the nature of this new diety. Barratore spins quickly and is taken off guard by the absence of enemies. Not sure what to make of the new power he suggest linking up with the Iron Dragons.
As you see and hear the three new Immortal Powers of the Sargrass, a mist rises from the Plains and forms into a light grey cloud over the three newborn immortals at the center of your circle. In the rising mists you see the avatars of gods ... a great silver dragon ... a greater gold dragon ... an all-seeing eye ... a waxing moon ... a blue-eyed dove ... and others besides.
Emrys speaks of the sacred number three. He and daemon converse of monsters before he moves to cast wind walk on those around him. He is stopped short by a voice.
"Oh hello!" You jump in alarm as you are greeted by a small fellow who appears in the middle of your group! He was not there a second ago! He is a funny-looking thing, with a body shaped kind of like a strawberry, but with long spindly arms and short spindly legs. He has mud on his feet -- red glowing mud, though the redness fades away after just a moment. Something about him seems a little bit infernal ... the tiny horns? The scaly skin? Something. But surely no evil demon could sport such an honestly happy grin!
Know Planes or Religion DC14: Highlight to display spoiler: { You deduce that this is Gimp, messenger of Gargul! }
Know Planes or Religion DC20: Highlight to display spoiler: { Is it possible that this being has recently been walking in mud made of dirt mixed with Woldsblood? }
"Well, now! Nicely done! NICELY done, indeed," the happy outsider declares. "While you all distracted that crazy Sarr, the gods have set things to right and anchored the Plains right where they belong. Good job."
The funny looks around and appears a bit surprised. ] "What's no one lying down on the job? You must be more skilled then the others or were not challenged enoug! Still no one to bring back is less work for me."
The short guy glances down at his hands and then says formally, "The blood of the Wold has returned where it belongs. The infection called the Bloodgrass is beaten back and tamed. The Plains, preserved by the power of the Fey Queen, are returned and tied into the Wold as they should be. And now life will spring anew throughout this land. You who have responded to the call of the gods, you have earned a place in the history of the Wold, and you have the gratitude of the gods."
If you have sharp eyes, then make a Perception check vs DC30: Highlight to display spoiler: {You note that this speech was actually jotted down on the fellow's palms.}
The goofy devil bows and tips an invisible hat to you. He grins again.
"You got questions, ask 'em. You wanna kvetch, I'm all ears. And if we're done, then it's time to send you home."
If you are looking toward the center of the circle, you see the three new Powers merging with the mist and joining the gods.
If you look at the other groups, make a Perception check vs DC25: Highlight to display spoiler: {You see the same small fellow, or his identical siblings, talking with other groups of heroes too!}
Brom the Barbarian - Rich P; AC: 26 (T 14, FF 26, Raged 24), CMD: 36 (39 Raged); HP: 179 (224 raged); DR 3/- (6/- raged) Thursday June 28th, 2018 2:38:50 PM
"You can send me home. Don't care 'bout the who or why of this. Talk ta them if ya feel the need ta explain or tell some story. Before you do all that, I'm ready to go."
Brom waits for the imp action.
Velarin Xilontheel(Chris J), AC 17(FF 14), hp 80/92, extended mage armor(24 hrs) Thursday June 28th, 2018 8:16:34 PM
"To tell you the truth Brom, I'm not exactly sure where we are, but I think I can get us back tomorrow..." V stops at the appearance of the odd little creature.
Velarin Xilontheel(Chris J), AC 17(FF 14), hp 80/92, extended mage armor(24 hrs) d20+22=41 ; d20+22=37 ; d20+20=25 ; d20+13=19 ; d20+13=19 ; Thursday June 28th, 2018 8:29:52 PM
(Know arcane 41 and 37) V turns to the newcomer. "Greetings messenger of Gargul. We have been challenged enough, but we do not lay down until we are sure the job is done, which is what we were debating. I think that you have settled that matter. You're feet? May I ask? it looks as though some sort of mud mixed with Woldsblood? Just curious mind you."
"I will leave the questions to Tishe'. She has a more personal familiarity with what the Sargrass was and now is. I will leave what questions need to be asked to her, or anyone else who has them. Beyond that, I believe that I am ready to go home and see what has happened to it in our absence."
Sir Royston Scalesworth IV (Tanner) -- HP 162 | AC 27/16/24 | CMD 33 | F+19/R+14/W+19 Thursday June 28th, 2018 11:53:45 PM
Dragon-Royston narrows his eyes in consideration. "How will this change the Sargrass? Today? Tomorrow? A year from now? A decade from now? Can you divine the intent of this new deity?"
Edson Kazil - Shawn R; AC: 28 (T 21, FF 20), CMD: 24 HP: 57/78 Friday June 29th, 2018 6:46:21 AM
" How many did we lose in battle? How many fell? Will Gargul help them all? " Edson asks as he waits for the other answers.
Emrys Myrridanmyl, stephen f. ac24 hp51/67. rituals: see invis, haste. Friday June 29th, 2018 10:24:54 AM
Wanting to know what Edson had just asked, Emrys adds, "Yes ... was there much loss in the Wold from this cataclysm? How are the people of the Vale? What of Culverwood?"
Emrys Myrridanmyl, stephen f. ac24 hp51/67. rituals: see invis, haste. d20+17=37 ; d20+22=42 ; d20+22=42 ; Friday June 29th, 2018 10:40:49 AM (Perception: 37, natural 20!, Knowledge [Plains]: 42, natural 20!!, Knowledge [Religion]: 42, natural 20!!!)
Emrys knows Woldsblood when he sees it. Are you kidding me! He can even smell it. Almost tastes it!
It's obviously Gimp, Gargul's assistant ... and he's reading a script!
It's obvious to all that he knows ... how could he not know!
(Three natural 20's in a row will NEVER happen again ... and for what ... insignificant skill checks!!!)
DM Ryan - "Lets get those little monsters!"| Tactical Maps and Artwork Friday June 29th, 2018 1:40:04 PM Brom immediately asks to be sent home not caring about the who or why of what just happened. Just… home. Velarin concedes that he is not sure exactly where they are but he is co confident that he can get them home, tomorrow, before greeting the messenger of Gargul.
Siry Royston narrows his eyes and asks how this will change the Saragrass today and for time to come. Edson questions ow many were lost in the battle and if Gragul will help them all. Edson questions further about the overall condition of the Wold and how much loss of life there was overall.
“Good questions, good questions.” he whipes his hands a bit and looks a touch uncomfortable before he answers. “As far as what changes come in time, well that is for time to tell I think. Today and probably tomorrow the Wold is better then it was yesterday I think.”
He looks at Edson “It was not that long about that you were among the dead I believe. Thread cut short and all that. Rest assure that though many died heroically those that did have just no been restored. The Wold is changed in places but the cataclysm is but a memory for most. What life was lost, to a large degree, is right again but when gods battle the little people can get caught in the violence I guess. I really cannot speak for all.”
He draws himself up to his full, unimpressive height and mumbles to himself. “Now where are you suppose to be again….. Ahh yes.” He glances at you one more time and in the space of a blink you are transported back to your previous battlefield and the now empty crater. A slightly open chest sits on the ground in front of you waiting to be opened.
XP Award: 47,085 for the last battle. There is more to come.
Brom the Barbarian - Rich P; AC: 26 (T 14, FF 26, Raged 24), CMD: 36 (39 Raged); HP: 179 (224 raged); DR 3/- (6/- raged) Friday June 29th, 2018 2:52:50 PM
Glad to be back in the Valley, Brom looks about as he arrives back in the near crater. A chest of treasure for their efforts. He ignores the chest and heads back towards Magpie Crossing.
It's a decent walk back to Magpie Crossing. Brom spends the time in thought.
AC 22 / T22/ F20 CMD19. HP 51 / 114. Tishe' (SteveK) Friday June 29th, 2018 7:37:41 PM
Tishe’ is dumbstruck by the little ... man? ... but his talk of gods battling. “Waitaminute...” She begins, but is left only talking to a chest of loot!
She looks around non-plussed.
Velarin Xilontheel(Chris J), AC 17(FF 14), hp 80/92, extended mage armor(24 hrs) Friday June 29th, 2018 8:51:03 PM
"Well, it looks like that is that. It seems that the Gods are buying tonight, and I for one, I am thirsty. Barratore, If you would be so kind as to grab the heavy looking chest there, I can have most of us home and cleaning up in seconds. For that matter, If you all like my mansion better, We can teleport home, see what's left of it, and if there are no emergencies, when we get to our place I can open the door to the mansion inside our place for for the full service spa treatment. Just saying."
"The clerks at the catacombs are gonna be pretty busy tallying up the stuff we are bringing them. I have a pretty hefty list from before this last fight. I'm assuming we finally have a chest that we don't need to check for traps.
"I can teleport all but one of us, but If have no one else has a teleport spell, I have a spare on a scroll that one of you should should be able to cast. the Gods are footing the bill...Let's go home.
Barratore Steelwind (Dan K) AC: 31 (T 16 FF 25), CMD:36; HP: 162/186 Character Sheet Friday June 29th, 2018 10:06:30 PM
Barratore, like some of the others, is not overly happy at the answers. As his question comes to him he spits at the crater ground instead. Thinking of it now, was too late. He watches Brom head off towards Magpie. He was mad, Barratore was figuring at himself mostly. The walk would do him good. Had before after all.
Barratore picks up the chest at V's request and he for one was just fine with the Windwalk spell. It would give them a chance to survey as they zipped home. Slowly turning to cloud, Barratore then cuts skyward to about 100' and banks towards home. Once ther, he will make a spiral out across the valley to get a glance at least of how things are before returning home once again
AC 22 / T22/ F20 CMD19. HP 51 / 114. Tishe' (SteveK) Sunday July 1st, 2018 1:20:56 PM
Tishe’ casts Fly and rises up to look around to figure out where they are; at the crater? At Magpie Crossing? Somewhere else?
As she does, she has some stream-of-consciousness talking out loud. “The imp said ‘gods’ but the Sarr wasn’t a vid, only an immortal. As if being an immortal were something you can be ‘only’ about. But does that mean the Tri-Sarr is now a god? And if so, what pantheon? Could there be a rising Southern continent pantheon? No, ridiculous! The gods of the Wold hold sway everywhere or else Trellus couldn’t be a cleric of Domi and and Grymash of Gargul. So Tri-Sarr wasn’t one of the gods at war, unless the Imp was being poetic, but why? So if the gods were at war, what else happened or changed?...”
The Spellweaver continues, not even hearing what she is saying, but needing to hear something to make sense of what the Keepers experienced.
Sir Royston Scalesworth IV (Tanner) -- HP 162 | AC 27/16/24 | CMD 33 | F+19/R+14/W+19 Sunday July 1st, 2018 10:45:11 PM
Dragon-Royston looks about bewildered for a moment. Why Gargul of all deities has such rapscallion for a proxy, I will never understand. He sees the chest, sees the party heading toward... somewhere. He breathes deeply and blows out his mouth, and his dragon form floats away like pollen leaving the normal-sized Sir Royston standing in the field. "That was interest, to say the least. Might I ask whereabouts your company calls home? I am still on pilgrimage, and a place to rest and recuperate would be in order."
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