Subject Round 3

Round 3 Init: Kal (24), Swarm (23), Ranthir (21), Salix (20), Ally (13), Mund (12), Ragnar (12), Surin (10), Harp (7).

Kal continues concentrating his attention on the area of the forest where the swarm had appeared. His mind probes for the patterns that make up thought. He is shocked to find none.

Mund, seething that the things had attacked his brother (Start rage), shouts back to the party members, "Hey! Can any of y'all magick me up to fly up there and kill those buggers?" Mund's voice seems to attract the swarms attention. The swarm seems to hover and then descend. Like a glittering red mist, it surrounds Mund. The barbarian is able to prepare himself and takes a mighty swing as the swarm moves around him. His frosty axe whirls through the air, the broad blade clearing a wide path in the creatures (AC20, 17+13=30,hit, damage 6).

The thousand of insects that make up the swarm swirl around Mund again. For a second time he is assailed by hundreds of biting, stinging creatures, so small that his armor is of no use (Damage 12). This time though the poison starts to affect the fighter (Fort Save, DC18, 1+15=16, fail, Dex drops 1 point). He feels his reactions slow just a bit, but not too much.

Ranthir, not sure what to do but knowing he would be more useful armed, dashes out from the protection around Ragnar, grabs the sword he had just dropped a few seconds ago and returns to stand next to the cleric.

Salix look up gratefully at Harp. "Thanks friend. I don't remember the last time I fell out of a tree, but it has been a while. Let's see how these things like it when nature strikes back." The druid climbs to his feet with Harp's help and pulls the wooden holy symbol from his belt. He starts to chant the prayer to summon the power of the storm. Clouds start to form overhead and the glade starts to darken.

Ragnar helps Ally to his feet. The mage is in obvious pain but his years of training, and a rough childhood with Mund, has hardened the magic user to casting while hurt. Pushing the pain aside Allistair chants the one spell he knows has worked. The four arrows flash from his fingers and drop hundreds more of the swarm as they pass through (Damage 16). The edges of the swarm seem to fuzz a bit after the passage and the coherency looks to waver.

At almost the same time Ragnar and Mund act. As Mund is swinging his axe for all he is worth, Ragnar is chanting for the battle lord to blast this evil creature with his holy might. A bright burning light streams forth from the dwarfs shield and the creatures burn (Will save, DC18, 5+7=12, fail, damage 19). Mund's axe slices through the remains of the swarm (AC20, 15+13=28,hit, damage 6), but there is nothing left for the return stroke. What few insects are left buzz off in all directions, aimlessly flying around, blind to all that is before them.

OODM: Fight is over.

I need actions.