The group totally screwed up the planned encounter with the named Adept, the 6th level Catharandamus. Clerics, even those in platemail, aren't expected to solo, they usually offer support but the party removed all the support and closed to melee with the Big Bad within the first round, rapidly changing how this fight was going to go.
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED TWELVE
(I/C)
The group clammed up, weapons and spells at the ready. Wyn unrolled a scroll and there a brief back and forth with the Scout and Dwarf as to who was going to open the door before Brendon asserted with a thumbs up that he would do it. So we were bunched up, at the ready, and Brendon shoved the door open just as Wyn was reading off his spell, sighting into the room.
It was at one point a bed chamber for most likely someone of importance in the Ispan’s castle: fanciful chest of drawers, 4 poster bed across the chamber, walls covered in high quality tapestries. But it had been usurped by Corfard’s adepts, Bi-pedal salamanders who owe their allegiance to the dragon. There were 4 of them in here as well as 4 goblins, who seemed to be tidying up the place. Of the 4 salamanders, one of them was a giant brute. Almost 6’ tall, red and green mottled skin, sported a nasty looking mace, it was holding “court” with the other 3. There was a door on the south end of the room, partially ajar.
(Surprised check: Red/Black 3 – no)
“Catharandamus!” one of the adepts snarled, addressing the largest one. “It is THEM!”
“Curses on that soft skinned bitch!” it snarled. “Her efforts have failed us. Leave the elf alive, KILL THE OTHERS!”
(Initiative: 5 vs 5 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 4)
“Blah blah blah, your name is too long, mon cher,” Wyn quipped, finishing up his spell scroll. “And…ZU!” He fired off a spell bolt straight into the center of the packed room (4d4 hd: 3+3+2+1 = 9). And a burst of orange streamers flew about, scented like rose petals, and 3 of the Adepts fell to the ground, along with 3 of the goblins! “Clean up, Aisle Lizard,” Wyn announced.
Abraxas was already running across the chamber, the rest of the party following, Brendon ushering everyone inside in hopes of keeping the noise to a minimum. Lannis did scan the hall one more time but his detect spell failed to find anything invisible. Moving at a charging clip, scythe drawing sparks on the floor and ceiling as he arced it down and then up, Abraxas charged across the chamber and met the leader of the Adepts: Scythe vs Mace. The blows fell fast and unrelenting (>+7 to hit, Blue 9), the Fighter hitting seemingly harder and with more impact than he had ever done before. But the Adept was able to blow and dull the worst of the blows, keeping himself from injury and danger.
Until the Fighter launched into a second round of assaults from a different angle, sparks and scrapes and blood filling the air as he plied the Morrigaan Scythe with ferocious acumen (>+7 to hit, Blue 15). Catharandamus hissed and then cursed as lines of blood were traced across his exposed flesh, even his platemail failed to protect him from the battering impact of the Fighter’s weapon (1d8+4 Damage: Blue 6 – 10 Damage!).
Kovid was next into the chamber and the dwarf realized that half way across the chamber he would not make the fight this round. “I’m at your six, Abraxas,” he announced, coming to a stop by a sleeping goblin where he smirked, raised his enchanted hammer, and let it fall with punishing force, crushing the greenskin’s chest and killing the sleeping humanoid. “Damn. Waste not, want not.” (Killed!)
“Just happy to be a part of it,” Lannis was a few steps behind the dwarf, picking his way across the sleeping foes, Lyra slowing down to cast a spell. He had his dart arced back and let it fly (=+3 to hit, Pink 15) where it smashed into Catharandamus (1d3 Damage: Pink 6 – 3 Damage!), finding a weak point between the armor plates and picking the Salamander’s skin beneath.
Lyra had finished up her spell and spat it out, “Aine! Hold that barely identifiable as a person thing over there!” A burst of white light smacked the Adept in the chest, briefly slowing his movement (>Save vs spells, Blue 12) before he growled out, “Corfard…give me strength!” and broke through the enchantment.
With the door finally closed, Brendon was able to load up an arrow and drew back, sighting down the shaft, and let it fly (>+6 to hit, Red 18), where it struck a deep furrow on the Salamander’s skull (1d6 Damage: Red 2), making Catharandamus spit out a string of curses in its own language.
His forces neutered, only a single shaking goblin menial at his side, the Adept was not prepared to face 6 angry adventurers by himself. “Corfard! I call on you! BLESS your followers, fill them with your strength. ADEPTS OF CORFARD! SMITE THE INFIDELS!!!!” and a spray of multicolored light flew south through the open door along with his shouting voice. And through the portal, the group could hear the answering call of other salamander adepts ululating in glee, feet stomping as they prepared to come to their leader’s aid.
It gripped its mace tighter as it was squaring off against Abraxas. “Now, soft ones, you will learn to respect your betters! Corfard is with me!”
(Morale check Goblin: 6+3=9 –failed). The goblin, seeing the party coming closer, dropped the broom it was holding, screamed shrilly, and then ran for the bed behind it where it disappeared under the legs and frame.
“Ha!” Catharandamus chuckled. “It matters not. For you are about to be overrun by Corfard’s faithful!”
(Initiative check: Party Steel 6 vs Enemy Red/Black 2)
On realizing the group was about to go first, the Adept shook his head and muttered, “Really Corfard? Really? Damn it, you couldn’t give me the initiative roll?”
“Hey Senor Atlantis,” Abraxas called back, still swinging, “He talks like you!”
Time now is Day 8, 7:52
(OOC)
32 Mins, Detect Invisible. Door to the hall is closed. Door south of the room open and figures coming, but you guys go first. Of the 5 slept in here, Kovid CDG’ed one of them. Abraxas soloing the Adept Cleric right now. You guys have initiative.
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