Mandrake looks around the room finding little but the stone coffins of the warriors of the order, while Edgar screams for a sack. Peter pushes away from the door.
Callum, Rolf and Madelyn attack the monster while Ravn stands in the background, chanting
Suddenly there is an audible pop as Zhiri's friend appears on her shoulder and starts whispering in her ear.
The metal monster continues its attacks, swinging in a full circle so that, this time, Callum is attacked with the stump and Rolf with the Sword.
However, the monster is clearly off balance and has trouble retaining its footing, and the sword whistles above Rolf's head. The stump however manages to catch Callum a glancing blow on the leg [1 pt]
The stump is clearly emitting steam now, rather than smoke, and you can smell the warm dampness in the air, as you move about the room..
Peter steps back from the doorway and starts scrabbling to undo his back pack. "I have a blanket." He calls, grasping Edgar's reasoning immediately.
Seeing the Monster off balance Madelyn takes a pace forward and strikes down at its head with her sword, but its momentum carries it out of reach, and she misses completely. Her sword clangs down on thre stone floor with a clang, barely missing Rolf.
Zhiri turns and focusses her attention on the metal creature, her stance steady as she carefully mouths the strange and foreign words of the spell, wary not to let any of her companions get in the way.
Her fingers glow slightly and then a jet of flame erupts from her fingers, bathing the monster in fire.
A faint smell of singing hair accompanies the gesture, and a startled exclamation.
Zhiri creeps forward towards the combat, concentrating on the strange words of the spell that she is about to unleash. Suddenly she feels close enough and completes the incantation, pointing her outstretched fingers directly at the metal monster.
Suddenly, rather than the thin stream she had hoped for, a fan of fire leaps from her hands and engulfs the monster, catching some of the party members in the process.
OOC - Whoops :)
I need saving throws vs spells for Callum, Rolf and Madelyn . If you make the saving throw there will be no damage from the flames. if you fail it by 7 or less you will take 4 pts damage. If fail by more that 7 you take 9 pts damage.
because we hadn't mapped this but - its not clear who is and isn't in range - The bonuses helps resolve that :)
Madelyn sees Zhiri creeping in the background and grins at the thought of magic helping detroy the monster.
Suddenly, seeing the sheet of flame erupt from Zhiris hands, she leaps backwards. Just in time it seems, for she is sure she can smell her own charred eyebrows even though she can't feel any burns bad enough to slow her down.
OOC Why couldn't that have been a combat roll :)
Rolf weaves and dodges the attacks of the monster, only to almost be laid low by the wide swing of Madelyn's attack. But it's only a brief respite as he feels the heat of a fan of flames from Zhiri's casting and screams in pain as the flames sear his skin. He falls back before the assult of friend and foe, slashing blindly at the monster, but the pain is too much to allow a proper swing and his blade swings far wide of it's target.
OOC: hey, 9 points damage here. Wooo Hooo. And another clean miss. Man, I'm nothing if not consistant.
Zhiri shakes her hands frantically, trying to extinguish the already dying flames, her expression one of horror.
"What is it with you and fire, Ishar," she wails as she realises what the spell has done.
Despite the sudden heat and the sweet burnt smell of Rolf's clothing and flesh, Ravn manages to continue his chanting with just a little coughing.
"*cough* Fula fiender, fina fränder
träffas utmed valens klyft'
*cough* träffas ofta, träffas hårt
den som *cough* ej sin sköld får lyft
Armen *cough* stark och sträkt till slagen
foten rask och skallen klar *cough*
kicka jätten rätt *cough* i baken
om han visa fram den bar"
Edgar turns his gaze towards Peter as the sage hunts for a blanket in his pack ...
"Is it a light one ?" he asks urgently, doubt evident in his tone that he will be unable to lift it otherwise.
The full force of the flame plays over the berserk warrior, burning him badly and causing him to scream in agony and anger as his strike at the statue goes wild.
Peter pulls the blanket from his pack and holds it out. "Well they claim it was light in the store. But I can cut it if you wish?"
Elsbeth recoils in horror as the spell goes awry. She steps forward quickly, not daring to lay a hand on the bezerk warrior, as he would as like attack her. Instead, she steps behind Rolf and sets her hand on his back, a glow coming from it as she chants softly...
cure light wounds, 4 points
OOC: I hate this @*#$%*@$# dice roller.
Between the warming feeling from Elsbeth's prayer and the effects of Ravn's, Rolf feels himself bolstered. He makes a quick move to avoid the monsters attack and with a growling grunt, brings his blade down in a massive overhead blow straight for the head of the beast. But again the blade glances off the beast without seeming to do a bit of damage.
Part of him cries to give the beast room and at least move out into the open. He's sure that they could do better there. They could mire it down in muck, lure it upstairs and push it off, something. Only his certainty that Callum would remain and be left to face it alone keeps him from retreating.
The metal monster seems to stagger slightly under the flames, but lashes out again, still spinning.
The sword slices into Madelyn's shoulder (7pt) and she suddenly starts to scream as the blade sears her flesh (6pts), and you can see the blade of the sword is begining to glow a dull red ...
The stump flies around catching Callum across the face with the end (4pts)
Suddenly madelyn charges the statue again launching herself shield first at it. As she hits it stumbles across the body laying at its feet and starts to topple slowly. Madelyn gives it an extra change and it falls to the ground, sustaining minor damage as it does so.
Gentlemen of the Attack. Please take an extra +4 to hit bonus for a prone target.
"Make way, make way!" cries Mandrake as he moves into the fray, the increasing glow of the creature in his infravision and the smoke rising from Madelyn’s seared arm reminding him of a tale once told by a favoured uncle, an alchemist.
Waiting for an opening, Mandrake throws his now uncorked waterskin onto the prown thing, assuming it to be a construction of magic, but running by the power of steam as the great dwarven machines do. Half hoping that this will cause the thing to shatter with the sudden shock of cooling, he reasons that at the least it may slow it by cooling it down.
OOC: Not sure if I hit or not (17) - I'll roll damage and John can disregard it if necessary.
As the creature goes down, Callums massive muscles flex diverting his sword into an overhand blow which smashes across the creatures torso(14 pts).
As the monster falls Madelyn rolls out of the way cluctching her shoulder, aware that she will not be using a sword again in this combat.
Yep ... It is AC 2 Rolf, Callum and Madelyn all need 16 to hit.
Recovering from his shock at the turn of events Kerim has his Katar out and ready for use. Though it seems he is a little late for this.
He shakes the haze from his thoughts and abjectly apologises for his shameful lack of help offered to his colleagues.
Unable to help, Elsbeth again does the only thing she can. This time, she places her hands on Madelyn's injured shoulder, praying that she can help, praying that she can especially help her...
Her faith is stronger this time- 8 points...
Edgar shakes his head frantically at Peter. "Too small and it will be of no use, too big and I won't be able to lift it," he says, his tones growing more raucous as urgency adds speed to his speech.
Then he starts, wings already reaching for air of their own accord, as events overtake the pair, and the metal statue topples to the ground with a resounding crash.
"I think it is down," the raven says, in the hope that daring (and doomed) aerial attacks with blankets prove unnecessary, mastering himself and settling back on his perch, trying to see betwixt those who press the attack to finish the downed thing ... too late he reaslises Mandrake's aim and the skin, dripping water, is already flying towards the red-hot statue.
"'Ware steam !" he cries, however belatedly ...
Kerim throws up his arms to cover his face defencively against an impending plume of steam, though he is likely none too near for it to affect him.
"By stars and waves this is not the finest moment we have had. Mayhap the bird should lead us hereafter."
If you could see Kerim's face you would realise he is none too happy with his recent performance, what with the needle and such.
Peter realises he is too slow with the blanket as Edgar flies away. He looks momentarily confused at Edgar's warning about the steam, but then realises that it doesn't really apply to him, as he is so far away from the action, anyway.
Seeing the metalline creature drop and then waterskin flying through the already steamy hazes, Ravn sees the horror on some of the others' faces but fails to realize what they indicate, being hopelessly ignorant of the consequences of pouring cold water on hot stoves - since only open fires are used where he comes from. Instead, he continues his chant.
"På sista dagen, om Ragnarök
då blod skall utgjytas på Idas torv
då tar jag från kroken i Freya's kök
en rämsa med godan korv
Den rämsan jag läser på valen högt
och rostar den sedan i grop
när slaget har slagits och mot himlen dom sökt
jag käkar den rämsan och tar mej ett stop"