FIVE HUNDRED FIFTY FOUR
(I/C)
Looking around the corner, Wyn was shocked. “Putain de Merde are doze tings?! Wyn ain’t gonna wait to find out!”
“What in Thor’s balls is that?!” Kovid gasped, stumbling back from the door. He pointed east and snapped his fingers. The plant menaces crawled forward at a rapid clip.
Shaking his head and moving east, Brendon nodded, “I agree, Thor’s balls! Let’s go!” He took up the point there, waiting for the group to follow.
Bringing his s crossbow up to bear, Abraxas asked, "Que ahora amigos? Mas fuego? O que? Tiempo a harvest?"
Motioning for the party to move, Lyra echoed the Fighter’s questions. “So we not have anymore fireballs? I’m sure a little fire would make quick work of those things.”
"We have one left,” Lannis lamented. “I had hoped on saving it for the ruined legs but I'm sure an argument could be made to use it on the limps instead, and save ourselves from more damaged legs."
Taking out his scroll, the elf announced, “Clear de doorway. Fireball time.” He looked past the group and sighted on the area right next to the fountain, the words on the page boiling away to smoky steam as he cast the spel.. “Wyn gonna be estimatin’ dis, so one of dem may get trough. Let us be ready do deal wit dem, oui?”
"Señor Wynertia, que es una majik magnifico! Es ese el "Fireball"? Especial indeed!"
“IN VAS FLAM GRAV POR!!!” There was a faint scratching sound and the globe of burning light that had blossomed where the paper once stood, streaked away, arced up and then turned down, slamming into the group there and EXPLODED (5d6 Damage, 6,4,4,4,2 = 20! No saves). Fire blew through the space and then raced over 2, 4…five of the crawling menaces, shaking the base of the fountain, sending burning shards of scorched plant matter to fly about the room. The wave of heat blew out and staggered Wyn back a step. But the five bushes that had been in the center of the conflagration had stopped moving and were burning merrily.
Their tops exploded, sending sharpened thorns flying in all directions (+3 to hit, <12, <11, <9), striking around the elf and hitting the hall, but outside of a few scratches, no one was badly hurt. There were two still visible, and one of the very close. Abraxas took aim at it and fired (>+5 to hit, Blue 11), the bolt ripping through the plant and burying itself in its interior (1d8 Damage, Blue 4). If shuddered but continued to reach out with vines, roots, and creepers towards the party.
And still we could hear Corfard’s laughter beyond the south walls in that room – along with other rustling sounds.
Both Lyra and Kovid pulled the door shut, the dwarf pointing east down the hall where Brendon was already waiting for us. “Let’s go. Yes?”
Time now is Day 13, 7:39 AM
(OOC)
Mirror Images (3 for Wyn): 55 Minutes
Bless: 53 Minutes
Fire Resistance (Lannis): 15 Minutes
Shield: 12 minutes
Fireball took out 5 –nice job! There are 2 more visible and moving towards us, and other noises in the room. Door is closed and we could hear something scratching and ripping at the door from the other side. Moving east, or something else?
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