Post by alexender on May 15, 2013 12:19:08 GMT 8
A point of view on the BBEG battle
As we trod warily down the fungi moss covered grounds, the sounds of revelry can be heard echoing down the corridor.
“At least someone is having fun,” muttered the aasimar, as she was still shaken by her narrow encounter with giant ants with mandibles that could slice her in twain.
Cautiously the party approached the doors which the sound of mock laughter, horrible music is emanating from.
Bursting through the doors, a sight of mockery of a courtly ball is in progress, with orcs as the orchestra banging their instruments in a cacophony of ear damning noise, various humanoid beings dancing as would a marionette.
The party’s focus shifted immediately to an amalgamated elven being, an immediate recognition dawns up the party’s cleric and this “monarch”,
“Do we have to do this, step down and cease your activities,” offered the cleric to the nightmarish elf.
“We have to because you are too pure and your horns are symmetrical,” hissed the elf and at this instant her gaze shifted to the Halfling knife master, with a purr, “I know you, we met in our dreams.”
“Then this is your nightmare,” spat the knife master. With that the battle is joined.
With a mighty clap of his wings, the tengu paladin propelled himself onto the dais and with crazy ninja skills he appears unencumbered by the full plate armour that he is wearing, “I smite thee,” he roars as he buries his divine glowing katana into the chest of the elf.
Shrieking in anguish, the nightmarish elf invades the minds of the party attempting to show them the horror that was kept in the deepest recesses of their minds. With great difficulty all but one of the party members resisted.
The elven ranger sank to his knees and started swooning, paralyzed with terror.
As the monk charged pass, the party’s void specialist extended a spell of sudden growth and now, the monk twelve feet tall thundered to the nightmarish elf and with his now fifty inch guns (biceps), he locks her in a sleeper hold, “Can’t have you muttering anymore nonsense,” whispers the monk.
While utilizing his parkour skills to circumvent the tables and chairs, the knife master notices four, three foot tall blue skinned balloon headed creatures marshalling towards the party with deadly intent, “It is the damn mites again,” yelled the knife master.
“Go, we will handle them, “assured the void specialist, as he steps up to engage the mites.
“Flesh and soul, your pain is mine, so I shield other,” a divine spark resonated between the monk and the cleric, as the cleric chanted and stepped forward to meet the mites head on.
An audible thud is heard as a dagger wielded by the knife master strikes home into the exposed ribs of the nightmarish elf.
“Arrgghhh, feel the touch of Lamashtu,” as a wave of pure negative energy emits from the nightmarish elf washing over everyone in the vicinity with devastating results, many of the dancers dropped dead and the music (noise) stopped as the orcs flopped to the ground as well.
While they are still standing, the party is definitely feeling the toll of that negative blast, none more so than the void specialist as two mites with deft hands stabs him, he sinks to the ground clutching his wounds.
Distracted by the anguish cry of his companion the cleric wheels around and then is painful reminded to pay attention to his foes, as two other mites flank him and nearly eviscerates him, only through the force of will and the strength of his faith did he manage to stagger away fending against his assailants while channeling healing magic muttering “In Mani” as he lays his hands on himself.
Meanhile the aasimar focusing her celestial glory, snaps the elven ranger out of his terror induced paralysis, groggily he draws his longsword and attempts to join the battle.
Desperate times call for desperate tactics, the aasimar marches forward with great purpose and intent, “I must turn the tide of the battle,” she thought to herself as calls forth the incantations “Rainbow colours in bright display, your senses…… she was rudely interrupted by a twisting blade that caught her in her side from one of the mites taking advantage of the proximity, …… now know dismay,” the final words were lost to her due to the searing pain that invaded her mind overriding her concentration.
Surveying the battle with his new found height, anger flared within the monk as he drew his fist back and drove it into the spine of the nightmarish elf with bone crunching results, she convulsed from the shocked of her crushed spine and went still, sensing no life in his enemy the monk casually tossed her away and stepped down the dais to face the mites.
As the party repositioned themselves to take on the mites, another wave of negative force blasted the area, obliterating the mites and causing serious harm to the party.
No guesses needed, the entire party turned to face the prone body of the nightmarish elf and in an audacious move, the nightmarish elf rose to her feet.
Still flaring with divine might, the tengu swung his katana at her catching her in her shoulder, this is when the tengu noticed that her wounds are closing at an alarming rate, with a sinister grin she crooks her head to the knife master and says, “I am coming for you.”
In respond, the knife master flicks his wrist and a dagger thuds home in her chest.
Arching an eyebrow in amusement as her regeneration pushes the dagger out of her body, she motions towards the knife master, “Tsk tsk tsk.”
Noticing that the nightmarish elf is delaying time for another buildup of negative force, although barely standing even with the planting of his falchion on the ground, the cleric roared, “End her now, we cannot take one more of that wave.”
“To-,” before she could complete her statement, the elven ranger runs her through with his longsword, with her lips curling with the rictus of pain, she yells in the face of the elven ranger “I am not done yet.”
“Oh yes you are,” as the aasimar reaches out with a hand glowing sickly green and strangles the nightmarish elf and hoist her off her feet, her flesh sizzles and burns, and as the aasimar curls her fingers and clenches a fist, with a pop, without a neck to hold her head to the body, the nightmarish head rolls off her shoulder and drops to the ground with a dull thud.
“Walk away from that, you bitch, “ stated the aasimar.
As we trod warily down the fungi moss covered grounds, the sounds of revelry can be heard echoing down the corridor.
“At least someone is having fun,” muttered the aasimar, as she was still shaken by her narrow encounter with giant ants with mandibles that could slice her in twain.
Cautiously the party approached the doors which the sound of mock laughter, horrible music is emanating from.
Bursting through the doors, a sight of mockery of a courtly ball is in progress, with orcs as the orchestra banging their instruments in a cacophony of ear damning noise, various humanoid beings dancing as would a marionette.
The party’s focus shifted immediately to an amalgamated elven being, an immediate recognition dawns up the party’s cleric and this “monarch”,
“Do we have to do this, step down and cease your activities,” offered the cleric to the nightmarish elf.
“We have to because you are too pure and your horns are symmetrical,” hissed the elf and at this instant her gaze shifted to the Halfling knife master, with a purr, “I know you, we met in our dreams.”
“Then this is your nightmare,” spat the knife master. With that the battle is joined.
With a mighty clap of his wings, the tengu paladin propelled himself onto the dais and with crazy ninja skills he appears unencumbered by the full plate armour that he is wearing, “I smite thee,” he roars as he buries his divine glowing katana into the chest of the elf.
Shrieking in anguish, the nightmarish elf invades the minds of the party attempting to show them the horror that was kept in the deepest recesses of their minds. With great difficulty all but one of the party members resisted.
The elven ranger sank to his knees and started swooning, paralyzed with terror.
As the monk charged pass, the party’s void specialist extended a spell of sudden growth and now, the monk twelve feet tall thundered to the nightmarish elf and with his now fifty inch guns (biceps), he locks her in a sleeper hold, “Can’t have you muttering anymore nonsense,” whispers the monk.
While utilizing his parkour skills to circumvent the tables and chairs, the knife master notices four, three foot tall blue skinned balloon headed creatures marshalling towards the party with deadly intent, “It is the damn mites again,” yelled the knife master.
“Go, we will handle them, “assured the void specialist, as he steps up to engage the mites.
“Flesh and soul, your pain is mine, so I shield other,” a divine spark resonated between the monk and the cleric, as the cleric chanted and stepped forward to meet the mites head on.
An audible thud is heard as a dagger wielded by the knife master strikes home into the exposed ribs of the nightmarish elf.
“Arrgghhh, feel the touch of Lamashtu,” as a wave of pure negative energy emits from the nightmarish elf washing over everyone in the vicinity with devastating results, many of the dancers dropped dead and the music (noise) stopped as the orcs flopped to the ground as well.
While they are still standing, the party is definitely feeling the toll of that negative blast, none more so than the void specialist as two mites with deft hands stabs him, he sinks to the ground clutching his wounds.
Distracted by the anguish cry of his companion the cleric wheels around and then is painful reminded to pay attention to his foes, as two other mites flank him and nearly eviscerates him, only through the force of will and the strength of his faith did he manage to stagger away fending against his assailants while channeling healing magic muttering “In Mani” as he lays his hands on himself.
Meanhile the aasimar focusing her celestial glory, snaps the elven ranger out of his terror induced paralysis, groggily he draws his longsword and attempts to join the battle.
Desperate times call for desperate tactics, the aasimar marches forward with great purpose and intent, “I must turn the tide of the battle,” she thought to herself as calls forth the incantations “Rainbow colours in bright display, your senses…… she was rudely interrupted by a twisting blade that caught her in her side from one of the mites taking advantage of the proximity, …… now know dismay,” the final words were lost to her due to the searing pain that invaded her mind overriding her concentration.
Surveying the battle with his new found height, anger flared within the monk as he drew his fist back and drove it into the spine of the nightmarish elf with bone crunching results, she convulsed from the shocked of her crushed spine and went still, sensing no life in his enemy the monk casually tossed her away and stepped down the dais to face the mites.
As the party repositioned themselves to take on the mites, another wave of negative force blasted the area, obliterating the mites and causing serious harm to the party.
No guesses needed, the entire party turned to face the prone body of the nightmarish elf and in an audacious move, the nightmarish elf rose to her feet.
Still flaring with divine might, the tengu swung his katana at her catching her in her shoulder, this is when the tengu noticed that her wounds are closing at an alarming rate, with a sinister grin she crooks her head to the knife master and says, “I am coming for you.”
In respond, the knife master flicks his wrist and a dagger thuds home in her chest.
Arching an eyebrow in amusement as her regeneration pushes the dagger out of her body, she motions towards the knife master, “Tsk tsk tsk.”
Noticing that the nightmarish elf is delaying time for another buildup of negative force, although barely standing even with the planting of his falchion on the ground, the cleric roared, “End her now, we cannot take one more of that wave.”
“To-,” before she could complete her statement, the elven ranger runs her through with his longsword, with her lips curling with the rictus of pain, she yells in the face of the elven ranger “I am not done yet.”
“Oh yes you are,” as the aasimar reaches out with a hand glowing sickly green and strangles the nightmarish elf and hoist her off her feet, her flesh sizzles and burns, and as the aasimar curls her fingers and clenches a fist, with a pop, without a neck to hold her head to the body, the nightmarish head rolls off her shoulder and drops to the ground with a dull thud.
“Walk away from that, you bitch, “ stated the aasimar.
