Finnegan is quie taken aback by this odd scenario. Unconciouslly, he falls back upon the basic principles, taught long ago to him. Finnegan rips off his pack and other items (namely weapons, rations, his cap) and takes his waterflask. All smoke has a source he thinks. Rushing over to the staggering figure, he douses the man with the water.
Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 14, 2013 17:35:16 GMT -5
Castle Street, Kendor...
Finnegan hears Flick's question, and answers quickly with a yes, adding that,"Well we don't really want to attract attention, now do we? Hop in."
The little faerie slips off Banoc's shoulder and buzzes over to Finnegan's pack. With a bit of wiggling and squirming Flick manages to pull himself into the main compartment of the hobb's pack. He rights himself and, careful of his wings, turns around so he can gaze out the gap between the flap and the lip of the bag.
The group sets off towards Kendor proper and Flick takes a few moments to accustom himself to Finnegan's gait, much different than the taller Banoc. As they traverse the city streets, Flick continues to watch the scenery, doing his best to keep an eye out behind them.
Flick becomes aware of shouting coming from up ahead but can't quite make it out sheltered as he is in the pack, fear seems to tinge the voices, though. Suddenly, the bottom drops out from under him and he flexes his wings reactively in the small space. Caught in the folds of fabric and whatever else the hobb has in the bottom of his pack Flick's drop comes to a stop as sudden as it began. He crawls out of the opening he squirmed into not so long ago and stands up on the cobbles.
Flick brushes himself off and checks his wings for damage. A bit sore but nothing broken... Thanks be to the Mother... I'd most certainly not want to be counted among the Marching Faeries... Flick looks about and sees Finnegan and de Morsac attempting to help a man who appears to be smoking, Banoc peers into a dark alley and of Nebless nothing can be seen. Having nothing in his repertoire to assist the smouldering man, Flick tests his wings and joins Banoc.
"What happened? Is there something down there?" without waiting for an answer, Flick grasps his makeshift staff and casts Faerie Lights to illuminate the darkened alley.
Flick endeavours to bring his Fae magic to his service...
L1LKSR. Dice roll: 1 + 3 = FUMBLE!
...and a sudden wave of cold, roiling darkness clutches at the fairy's very soul, causing him to double up in fear and agony as the shadows seem to drain the light from him. (Flick's CHA reduced to 29 - staff doesn't help reduce this).
At the same time, Finnegan and de Morsac, both attending to the fallen man...
- are suddenly knocked flying through the air like rag dolls hurled by an angry child!!
De Morsac: L1DEXSR. Dice roll: 5 + 6 + DEX 14 = 25. Success! AP gained: 11.
...but both Man and Hobbit are dextrous and sure-footed, landing well and coming to their feet with a smooth roll as they search wildly for the source of the attack upon them.
It is not hard to locate. Rising from the fallen man's twitching form are two spiralling columns of black smoke that, even as our heroes gaze upon them, warp and twist to adopt vaguely - humanoid shapes - an obscene twisting of man, snake and smoking shadow. Their features are all but impossible to discern; is that the suggestion of a hooked nose, or perhaps a cruel curved beak at the centre of the presumed face? You do see the dull flickering of twin points of blue light that might be eyes, glittering at you like lamps through a fog. But it is the shadowy blades of sulphurous smoke forming in the hands of the creatures that most command your attention. A faint hissing sound reaches your ears, mixed with snatches of what might be words, but if they are, they are in no tongue you have ever heard before...
The air is suddenly rank with the stench of sulphur...
Your intentions, please.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2013 13:55:21 GMT -5 by doctorx
Finnegan is.........madder than usual. Things of magic nature are best left to druids and Mother Nature, he thinks. Yet, while his mistrust at these.......things made him want to strike, he follows his own advice, of avoiding those of magic. Real weapons might not hurt them, he thinks........although Master Ho's spirits could. Comforted by this meager bit of hope, he slowly begins to edge towards his pack, staying at the same distance from the creatures. He watches them carefully, and readies himself to roll away if them seem to strike.
Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 17, 2013 22:44:29 GMT -5
Castle Street, Kendor...
The pain knifes through Flick, a terrible shadow eclipsing the light of his spirit. He shrieks in terror and pain and quite literally falls out of the air to the cobbles of the twilit street. He lays there, the alien voices a sibilant chorus of layered whispers in his mind, each fading in and out in turn. He half remembers the dream - nay, nightmare - while he recovered from their bout with the sea monster. The voices were those of his curse and the marwolaeth chysgod. The voices were the ones who wanted to claim him. Why, he has never understood, just that they want his magic, the very light of his being.
Flick raises his head and looks past Banoc's boot, that worthy who stands in front of the Darkness to protect a friend. The sight of the shifting shadow-smoke shapes chills him to the core. The little wizard does the only thing he can think of doing in such dire straits - he raises one shaky hand and throws Light into the Darkness.
[OOC]Flick casts Faerie Lights once again with all the power of his fear behind it. While the spell doesn't strictly have a power up, Flick is so terrified at this point that he's not holding anything back.
The company draw steel and take up defensive positions, watching warily for any hostile move from their opponents.
None appears to be immediately forthcoming. The two shadow-creatures hover possessively above the still-smoke-enshrouded body (which has now ceased to move altogether). They hiss and brandish their smoking swords, but seem content to avoid direct contact with the party, for now at least.
Banoc begins to think that perhaps a safe path to the inn may yet be theirs if they simply leave things be and walk away...
...But then he hears a hoarse, fevered chanting rising from the cobbles at his feet. He risks a darted look down to see Flick, a burning, multi-coloured light blazing from his rolled-up eyes, rising up from the place where he had fallen, stabbing an arm out towards the shadow-clouded foe, his slim faerie fingers clawing the air, which positively crackles with arcane anticipation...
...and the darkened street is suddenly illuminated by a blaze of blinding, multi-coloured light as a torrent of rainbow sparks streaks from the fairy's tiny outstretched fingers to tear burning holes in the hovering shadow-things, which writhe and twist wildly, striving to evade the hateful luminescence! A faint, frenzied shrieking stings the ears of all assembled.
Flick inflicts 35 points of damage on the enemy! But his CHA is reduced to 1! L2CONSR. Dice roll: 3 + 3 (Doubles roll and add over) + 2 + 1 + CON 3 = 12. Failure! AP gained: 18.
...Flick collapses to the cobbles, a grey, withered, unmoving shadow of his former self...
The shadow-things are hurt, no question. But they are also now angry. They coil like serpents about to strike, then as one lunge forward towards their fallen tormentor, only Banoc currently standing between them and their prey!
Nebless swears an oath in the secret Dwarfish tongue and lets his spear fly...
LARGE target at POINTBLANK range. L2DEXSR. Dice roll: 6 + 6 (doubles roll and add over) + 6 + 1 + DEX 15 = 34. Success! Damage: 2, 4, 3 + 1 + 21 Adds = 31!
...and the Dwarf's spear-cast is swift, true and deadly! The spear plunges straight through the heart of the terrible shadow-beast nearest to him!
It is a killing-blow. Or it would be against any mortal opponent. But somehow the horrible creature comes on, although it is now no more than a faint, wispy shadow of its former terrible self. It is clearly wounded, unto death maybe, but it is not slain!
It seems battle is about to be joined after all. Your intentions, please.
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2013 16:26:28 GMT -5 by doctorx
Seeing the battle begining, Finnegan sprints to his pack, taking out his dirk and poniard. He'll throw the poniard at the creature that is undamaged, and will then proceed to rush it, intending on stabbing the unnatural monster to death.