And its time to finally cast it!
Follows:
FIVE HUNDRED ELEVEN
(I/C)
Making a snap decision, Lannis started shooing the rest of the group out of the room, hissing quietly, "Here's the plan. I’m going to cast a frrrbrawl down the stairs while you bojos get at least around the corner to safety. My Little Cleric, I'll need a protection from fire from you. Don't even try the whole "what if I don't really do it" routine, because unlike me you are a good person who wouldn't let me die on purpose.”
“HEY!” Lyra snarled back, finger extended under his nose, quivering. “You do NOT give me orders. You are not my supervisor!”
“Tik tok Derpy Hooves, get to casting!” He fired back, pointing down the spiral stairs. “Hobs won't wait all day!”
Tilting his head, Abraxas nodded in agreement, waving the group back into the hallway, "H'okay D'okay. Vamonos amigos, let's go. Señor Luntz tiene una idea bueno. Hacemos ese!"
Brendon nodded, slapping Kovid on the shoulder, he pointed to the ghouls and said, “Pull the ghouls out before he casts; we can send them down after to eat up the rest.”
Kovid agreed, calling the undead to him. “Boris, Natasha, Rocky and Bull… I mean Vincent and what’s your face, back to me.” They turned and with ill manners, stumbled back towards the hall, running at the end.
Lyra was wrestling internally with the idea as the sound of the hobgoblins below got louder. “Ah…damn it! This sounds dangerous and I’m deciding to ASK Aine to kindly protect you from fire. This is MY decision.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Sister Act.”
Giving a salute to the Magic User, Wyn backed down the entire hall and stood by the landing, ear cocked and listening for anything that might be attracted by Lannis’ sure to be loud spell effect. “H’okay. Godspeed Offop!” His voice lowered and only Abraxas could hear him mutter, “Dis should be interestin’.”
“Goddess. Aine. Protect my…Lannis…whatever he is…just help him to resist fire, please!” A soothing white light surrounded the Magic User as the spell took effect. “It’s on you,” she said. “Make it happen!” She ran for the door as Lannis turned towards the stairs, and commenced to cast his spell.
His hands were weaving back and forth and as he came to the end of the enchantment, he could see tendrils of smoke and licks of flame running across his shoulders, down his arms, and collect along the backs of his hands. A blistering heat was gathering behind his eyes and a sweat was building up under his arms and across his upper lip. “God DAMN, it’s getting hot.” He pushed on, feeling the higher magic take shape as pink and red streamers encircled his wrists, collecting the gathering flames that were running across the upper surface of his clothes. And just as it was getting rather large…there was the sound of a rising whistle and all the fire ran down and pooled into both of his hands, growing in size until it was about the size of an orange.
“Oh…..yeah! IN VAS FLAM GRAV POR!!! FIREBALL!!!” he shouted and HURLED the burning projectile away from him, the magic making it streak away in a burning light filled line and impact at the bottom of the stairs.
“Did he say...” one of the hobgoblin’s was heard to mutter before the spell hit with a crack…and then exploded!
The pressure wave set the air itself on fire, coursing through the entireyy of the lower Watchtower before swelling even larger and racing up the stairs to consume the entire Upper Watchtower as well. Lannis saw the wall of super heated flame come towards him but in the blink of an eye, it had run over the Magic User’s form and continued on. The door held, but Kovid had to fall back as jets of scalding plasma shot through the cracks and base of the doorway, scorching the dwarf. There was the sound of shattering glass as the Glassstone windows blew out and 5 large fingers of flame raced away from the watchtower into the air over the Ispan’s castle.
(5d6 Damage: 6,6,6,1,1 = 20 damage base!!)
(Hobgoblin’s save vs spell: 13, 16, 13 – half damage – 3 take 10 damage – 2 dead
11, 1, 5, 11, 3 – full damage, 5 take 20 damage. – 5 dead.
Paralyzed guys (3) – no save – 20 damage and killed.
Lannis Saves vs spell @ +2 (Resist fire), Pink 19. Half damage. Base 20, divided by 2 = take 10. Resist fire reduces damage by another 5 – Lannis take 5 damage!!)
“God DAMN! I am a sexy fireball throwing son of a bitch!!”
(Morale check, Rampant Zealotry. 4+2=6 – stays!)
“You Infidel Bastard!” Came the cry from below, followed by the metallic clang of a charging figure pounding up the stairs. “I will use your head as a chamber pot! You killed all my troops!!”
Rampant Zealotry, smoldering from the flames, took the spiral stairs two at a time, his long blade sticking out from his body, shield fire scarred in his off hand. He spied Lannis who was briefly startled at the smoking hobgoblin Captain, and tried to back up, calling out, “Hey! Swooping time, guys! Swooping time!!”
(<+6 to hit, Steel 8) The hobgoblin’s blade hit hard, but the enchanted arm length gloves he was wearing from Mirabellis stunted the blow and kept little more than the point from creasing Lannis’ skin. “Guys!”
(Initiative, Party Steel 1 vs Enemy Red/Black 4)
(WMC: Green 2 – no!)
Lifting his sword over his head, the hobgoblin brought it crashing down on the wizard, blowing through the enchanted defense he had (>+6 to hit, Steel 11), and scoring a deep slash from his shoulder, all the way to his hip (1d8+3 Damage, Red/Black 4+3=7 Damage!), making his scream in agony and stagger back, blood leaking through his robes (down to 1 hp!! Damn that was fast!!). “GUYS!!! SWOOPING TIME!!!!”
Time now is Day 11, 4:02 PM
(OOC)
Control Undead – 50 mins.
Resist Fire – 19 mins.
Very effective use of the Fireball, Lannis! Jason would be proud. Ok – bottom of the round and ONLY Rampant Z survived! Reminder – you cannot all get around him and he is at the top of the stairs. So figure out who closes to melee – Lannis is in the thick of it. Terrible fight has been neutered. Good job!
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