Jammers: Turn 23, Chapter 7 Summary

The Ongoing adventures of my Spelljammer PBEM game.

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----------- = Meanwhile, elsewhere...
*********** = Later...
{} = Actions and descriptions within these brackets take place within
the psionic mindscape and are OOC knowledge for all accept the
parties directly involved.

IC:

Round 5:

Holland says, "Everyone, back away from the fog, don't cross my line of fire."
Holland draws both of his starwheel pistols.

Still invisible, Talus flies up high and crosses through the fog and
hovers above the party.

Allagan calls out to the muddy muck, "Cutlass, can you help us? Spot
them for us?"

"ARRGH, MATEYS! WHAT'D YA FILL THE ROOM WITH THE DAMN MIST FOR? I
CANNA SEE THE POLYWOGS!" the voice from the darkness shouts.

Allagan asks Kain, "Kain, is Nilaroo okay?  Or is he still possessed?"

Kain rises quickly to his feet, calling back "I don't know. But it
would be hard work for little gain." A few quick steps put him back
to back with Holland.

Allagan responds to Kain, "Does that mean I can safely release him
from my spell or not?"

Kain looking a bit concerned calls back "Um ... I don't know, its
probably safe. I could... um... find out for sure but... "

{Kain and Holland stand together surrounding by a dense thorn bush,
but now rather than cowering at the bottom Kain stands tall and proud
at the center. As though daring an attack to come. A creature
appears, similar to the statue found earlier with flukes and
tentacles and scaly hide. It swims through the air as if it were
water. It radiates an air of power and authority as it comes to the
brambles and begins tearing at them with powerful clawed arms. But
try as it might, it cannot slash through.}

Allagan moves backwards from the fog wall, motioning for Sekeht to
follow him back until they are a comfortable distance away from the
fog.  Allagan twirls his spear twice as he keeps his eyes on the fog
wall.

Ferric backs away from the area where the creature was looking
frantically about for enemies.  "They're too tough. We must flee or
die!" he cries fearfully.

Leera clambers back into the canoe.

Freneth takes up a defensive position, moving back away from Hollands fog.

Dhebun ceases his chanting, straining to hear any sound of the
creatures out in the fog, his sword still held aloft in a trembling
hand.

Standing close to Allagan, Sekeht stands ready with his scimitar.

Standing cautiously Ives keeps his hands well away from his sword
hilt. After standing he doesn't make a move.

Raken stands behind Ives, scimiter ready.

Then, another creature bursts from the mud, it's flukes slashing at
Dhebun! The flukes whip about the dwarf as the beast slides across
the mud-slicked cavern floor. It is clearly visible, with a
disturbing gaping mouth, small tentacles about the same mouth, three
tail flukes, and two clawed arms.

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Round 6:

Holland says, "Stand Ready!!" and fires at the creature. The bullet
slams into the creature's shoulder and a small drip of green ooze
bleeds from the tiny wound.

Still invisible, Talus swoop down behind it and back stabs it. His
dagger glows with a pale, ghostly white radiance as it sinks into the
creature's back. More green ichor pours from this new wound.

Allagan rushes forward and stabs the creature with his spear,
inflicting yet another wound on the beast.

Leera calls out, "The one that attacked me is not a threat for the
moment, but it will be back." She peers around, looking for her
attacker.

Kain continues to watch Hollands back, his sword ready in his hand.

{The Bush still encircles Holland and Kain, like a little castle,
protecting them from any attack. But the Noble beast slashes at it,
and one of it's blows lands on Holland, leaving a small line from the
mage to the beast in the mindscape.}

Freneth hurls his atatl powered javelin toward the creature. The
javelin sinks in deep, and the attached rope unspooled without a kink.

Dhebun slashes his sword at his tormentor, his blade a swift flash of
light in the mist. He cuts more ichor from the beast, but the flukes
tighten reflexively and he feels ribs crack beneath the pressure.

The creature's clawed arms slash at Allagan, leaving cuts across his
face and neck.

Sekeht stands ready with his scimitar.

Lunging forward towards the creature, Ives grabs it about the throat
with his massive hands.

Raken moves forward with Ives, scimiter stil at the ready.

Date/Time: 3:02 pm, 7th day of the 11th Month, 5049 OC
--
"...And nobody is to be killed at all, if it can be helped. Keep your
tempers and hold your hands until the last possible moment!"
"But if there are many of these ruffians," said Merry, "it will
certainly mean fighting. You won't rescue Lotho, or the Shire, just
by being shocked and sad, my dear Frodo."

Paul Westermeyer,  pwestermeyer@????????.??.com