The Eye of Anubis: Book Ten

[DocBeard]

Tomas looks a little surprised himself. Thank goodness for elves with bows, he reasons, even as a part of him is a little depressed that this final battle was so quick. He chastises himself for daring to be so selfish, even as Tomas pokes the villain with his sword, tempted to...

No. A man of honor must not defile the body of his enemy. Sir Uffington would be ashamed Tomas even thought of it-if Cavendish so much as twitches, Tomas is free to gut him, but while the maniac is unconscious, he is not to be harmed by Tomas's blade.

Then the undead Falkovnians turn on Tomas, one getting a lucky shot in, and the Eisenwald scowls at the interruption. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry we couldn't save you too." Tomas twists to the left, sending a vicious slash for the left hand soldier, ducking down to twist around any incoming attacks and swinging for the gut of the right hand soldier! "But I will do my best to put you both out of your misery!"

But first, just in case this is a trick. "And Cavendish, you wretched villain...the novel you were reading? It turns out the madman was innocent all along! He was being set up by his mad half-brother who wanted to inherit the family fortune!"

(OOC: Full attack. u25: 12+15+4=31 Damage: 8+6=14 w27: 3: Miss)

[Rock of the Fraternity]

'Yes!' Lia exults inside when she glances to the stake and sees Cavendish go down like a sack of wet cement. 'Well done, Tomas! Well done, Sascha!' Her elation soon turns to horror when the Lebendtod make themselves apparent, but she fights it down. 'They are powerful warriors, they can -- what the -?'

The Akiri arrive, and Lia feels a sense of sick dread rise from the pit of her stomach. 'They're too early. I was supposed to have more time. Curses, but I need to move -!'

Lia Mourneswaithe crosses her arms in front of her and starts to mutter ominous words of summoning: "Vos evoco, bracchia nigra Evardis. Surgete. Inimicum meum amplectete. Inimicum meum capete. Inimicum meum ... perfringete ..." And while the wizard speaks, her fingers are writhing like snakes. Or worms. Or the flexible limbs of undersea creatures, bereft of bone, yet great in strength. As the spell progresses, Lia drops a tiny lump of something horrible and rubbery to the ground. It puffs into ashes. No, into smoke. No, into black mist ...

If any of the Akiri were watching the bubble of darkness very closely, they might notice the tiny wisp of mist, cold as this land's nights, fly forth, swirl once above a patch of ground, then sink into it. But no one could miss the results. The earth rumbles and quivers, starts to crack open, releasing massive, ten foot long tentacles. A weird squeaking, chittering noise erupts from the depths beneath them, a noise which sounds not unlike "Te li? Te li li!" A falsetto whistling of predatory intent.

Lia struggles to fly forward, to the edge of her sphere of darkness; it feels as if her bones are vibrating from the amount of power she just channeled. Grim determination keeps her going, and the feeling passes. The wizard touches down to ground, and roars in her most impressive voice at the Akiri: Akiri: "Flee to save your lives! Turn back! Turn back!" Trying not to pant with exhaustion, Lia glances to the place where Cavendish fell and ...

That same impressive voice roars out again: Draconic: "Cavendish is running for the compound! He has made himself invisible! Rising higher into the air, already above head height! Area spells!"

(OOC: Casting Evard's black tentacles at the upper left corner of Y9. Flying to T1 and making with the scary.)

[Nathan of the FoS]

Charles mutters a phrase in a long-dead tongue and hurries forward behind Vedarrak, drawing his rapier and mentally composing a few remarks which will be regarding as encouraging by both Falkvonian and non-Falkovnian hearers. The standard stuff about "standing firm against the Hawk" won't wash here.

Casting blur on himself, drawing steel, and moving to AC35.

[lostboy]

Sascha roars a curse as the blow failed to connect, he had swung with almost everyhting he had and still the cur had shrugged it off. Although anger turns to exultation as Tomas blow has the desired effect.

Unfortunatley the mood doesnt last as two blades slide cruelly into Sascha from behind, piercing muscle and scraping against bone. His mouth suddenly full of blood from what feels like a punctured lung, Sascha's hand twitches nearly dropping the sword. But his grip is firm, borne of countless battles, in response he spins with a cold fury flaring in his eyes slashing viciously at both of his assailants.

[OOC: full attack taking -3 for Power Attack to hit:

3 +18 - 3(pa) + 3 for buffs + 2 for bulls strength = 23 at V24
19 +13 - 3pa) + 3 for buffs + 2 for bulls strength = 34 at X26
12 +8 - 3(pa) + 3 for buffs + 2 for bulls strength = 22 at V24

Damage:

1d10 + 10 +2 for bulls strength + 6 for 2h pa = 19 / 27 / 26]

[Kaitou Kage]

"I told you to leave me behind," Marchand-Renier said mildly, scanning the battlefield as the Falkovnians began to form up around him. "For a moment, I almost thought you had. It seems even Cavendish has more faith in the world than I do."

"Your belief in us is touching," Kuzan said as he reached out to grab Marchand-Renier's arms, "But since when have any of us ever listened to what we're told?"

Instead of bothering with the restraints, Kuzan simply spoke a word. A rush of sea breeze and the two men vanished.

They rematerialized on top of the building Sarari and Otto had perched on. "Morning," the priest said to the two snipers as he caught Sebastian to help steady him. Once the professor was in a better place than before, Kuzan leaned over the side of the building. "Carter's enspelled!" he called down to Charles and Vedarrak, "Sebastian said he saw Cavendish cast a spell on him! And if you can hit the lebendtod around Tomas and Sascha with magic, you might be able to break their human disguise."

Warning given, he turned back to Sebastian. "Was Carter alive when Cavendish cast the spell?" he asked intently.

Dimension door with Marchand-Renier down to the building with Otto and Sarari, landing on the AJ row of that building. Should just bypass the need to break bonds.

[The Whistler]

"Morning," the priest said to the two snipers as he caught Sebastian to help steady him.

"Morning!" Otto never said no to a pleasant greeting--and besides, apocalyptic firefight and impending mob scene aside, it *was* rather nice out.

Currently, however, the gunsmith wasn't looking at the scenery: rather, he was fast coming to terms with the fact that he had purchased a functional Hazlani artillery shell without A) an instruction manual, or B) being able to read the particular subsegment of Vaasi that was likely to be inscribed on military-grade arcane munitions, telling the user which command phrase to use. Oh, Faruq, you magnificent, persuasive bastard.

Can you go by word roots? I mean, you have the basic linguistics down; it shouldn't be *too* hard to pick out one rune from another...

...Wait. What?

Oh, sorry. What I'd meant to say was "have you tried kicking it."

...Better.

Mentally, Otto eyed his psychic counterpart suspiciously...then kicked the sphere. Thankfully for all concerned, it did *not* explode, but rather rose several inches into the air, humming.

Promising start...now let's see what this baby can do.

OOC: Pressing "Go" on that Blast Globe!

[yalenusveler]

Andre muttered something to himself, seeing the shot ring out from Carter, and not aimed at the Falkovnian ambassador he'd like the professor to be shooting at.

Well...no, that was a lie honestly, but still, there was a time and place for everything and now was neither.

Clutching the Amulet round his neck, Andre began to intone words of power, focusing on Carter, and trying to unweave any spellwork around him.
It was a gamble, and one Andre was unlikley to win, but sometimes, gambles pay off.

Then Andre did quite possibly one of the LEAST sane things he had ever done, namely, move TOWARDS an angry mob.

OOC:Amulet of Tears up, then a Dispel Magic on Carter, result of 25. Then moving to G7

[NeoTiamat]

Muhar Town Square, Har'Akir
August 28th, 761, 6:37 AM; Day 164 of the Menetnashte Expedition
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PC Actions:
Lia flies to T1, casts Evard's at upper-left of Y9
Kuzan Dimension Doors himself and Marchand-Renier out of battle
Otto activates the Blast Globe
Charles casts Blur on himself
Tomas hits L2 for 14 damage. Misses L1.
Sascha hits L3 at V24 for 45 damage. Hits L4 at X26 for 27 damage.
Andre uses Amulet of Tears for another +15 HP, casts Dispel on Professor Carter; succeeds

Marchand-Renier flinched as Kuzan grabbed him. The professor didn't struggle, but he didn't relax until Kuzan let him go. Half staggering, half falling, he quickly ducked behind the railing of the roof terrace, taking cover from the potential crossfire.

"You were gone," he murmured quietly. "After three hours alone with that madman... forgive an old fool a moment of doubt."

Sebastian leaned his head back to look toward Carter, rather futilely given the terrace wall was in the way. "He was alive when Cavendish started on him," he said. "I don't know if the spell changed that. You'd have to ask my student, not me."

"He wasn't in the compound when Cavendish went looking for him," he added. "Nor was Devereux. Did you find them? Are they safe?"

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"Form up on the professor," Harris commanded, keeping his sword cautiously in front of him. "We'll take whatever cover the buildings and Miss Mournswaithe's spells can give us."

"Gotcha!" Dieter knelt down on one knee beside the guard captain, carefully aiming his rifle at the Falkovnian trying to sneak up on Tomas. With a loud crack, the soldier staggered and fell into pieces, the sword falling from his hands. Dieter wooped and jumped up with excitement, then looked rather sheepishly at Harris, who raised an eyebrow at the Lamordian.

Across the way, Sarari carefully aimed around her two allies, firing in the blink of an eye. One of the remaining lebendtods sprouted an arrow from his eye, collapsing and lying deathly still. A moment later, another one of the undead fell to her arrows.

Edmund continues to use Defensive Shield. Dieter and Andre get a +2 to AC.
Dieter hits Lebendtod 1 for 20 damage.
Sarari hits Lebendtod 3 once for 11 damage, hits Lebendtod 4 three times for 25 damage. Kills both of them.

"Take them down!" Lebrecht yelled, even as the Falkovnians raised their crossbows with well-oiled discipline. A veritable cloud of quarrels rained down upon the two remaining Lebendtod, knocking them about despite whatever fell enchantments kept their flesh moving. Unfortunately, another cloud of quarrels keened through the sky to come pelting down around Carter, the unfortunate sniper.

Carter showed no reaction to his stray shot, grimly and methodically reloading his rifle. Words of power danced around the edge of his hearing, words beyond his waking comprehension, and his hands slowed in their movements. The professor stopped and tilted his head to the side, as if trying to catch the words just beyond the edges of his perception. He closed his eyes, giving a small sigh as he relaxed slightly.

Carter's eyes snapped back open as he jerked like a puppet with its strings cut, catching himself before he plummeted face first onto the street below. A second later, the professor rolled forward, somersaulting over the terrace edge as a hundred crossbow bolts clattered against the tiles behind him. One tore across his maimed arm as he fell, and then he was tumbling across the ground, letting the building in front of him serve as a shield.

"Andre...?" He gasped out, catching a glimpse of his darkly clad colleague for an instant before the Theroux vanished between the buildings.

Carter dodges most of the crossbow bolts, drops down into the alleyway ahead.

Lebrecht urged Flea forward and drew a cavalryman's saber that seemed almost too long and heavy for the man, then brought it down on the nearer of the undead, splitting it's skull in twain. "Sorry Artur."

"Forget the sniper!" FSST. FSST. FSST. Vedarrak burned three neat holes in the last of the Lebendtod. "Don't leave the bodies behind, and get inside!"

"We'll give them a proper funeral pyre later." The Falkovnian Kommandant said in a quieter tone of voice. He accepted the hand of the nearer cavalryman and mounted the horse behind the man. "Thank you corporal. Coming Martel?" The other horseman leaned down to give Charles a hand up.

Falkovnians fire crossbow barrages at Carter: He saves, takes 9 damage.
Falkovnians fire crossbow barrages at L1: Doesn't save, takes 10 damage after DR.
Falkovnians fire crossbow barrages at L2: Doesn't save, takes 21 damage after DR.

Lebrecht rides up, takes a power attack against L2; deals 22 damage after DR. Kills it.
Vedarrak hits L1 with a Scorching Ray, deals 28 damage, kills it.

Charles, if you wish to mount up, you will be chauferred around behind Vedarrak for as long as you wish.

As the army began to retreat towards the gate, the air in the square suddenly shifted. There was a blood-curdling scream as one of the Falkovnians was suddenly torn apart; one moment, the sand had been whipping around his face, hindering his vision, the next, the cutting wind had become razor sharp claws, batting him like a bloody ragdoll. The Smiler roared, if it could be called that, the jarring, grating sound that came from stone being dragged across stone. There was a sudden rush of noise from the soldiers as they came face to face with the boogeyman of their childhoods, many of them visibly shaken. Luther was trembling slightly as he tried to rally the line, fighting his own memories along with his skeletal foe.

Another cross-breeze ripped through the square, moving counter to the wind. Sacha and Tomas felt the stinging sand decend around them, before it spun into a furious whirlwind, the stinging sand now fast enough to slice through skin. The grains crept in through the chinks in their armor, digging deep into their flesh. The pure, animal instinct to swat the sand away made it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Schrodinger transforms to Cat-Form and eviscerates a Falkovnian
Chesterton moves over to Tomas and Sascha, deals 24 Swarming damage, Distraction DC 22 Fort Save of Nauseated for 1 round.

The mob of the righteous Akiri pulled up to a sharp stop before the monstrous vision before them. Many gaped in awe, and Lia could see from the rear of the mob some Akiri breaking off, preferring better, safer things to do than to confront something spawned straight from Ammut's stomach. For a moment, it seemed as though the crowd of Muhari would melt away right then and there.

But one man strode forward. He was a huge bull of a man, with oiled muscles and a shaven head, and he carried a double-headed axe made of sharp steel. He strode before the crowd, to one side of the field of tentacles. His face betrayed no emotion, merely set into the grim, determined expression of the true fanatic... or of the dead.

"Ra! The Sun Disc! Creator of the Gods! Send us a sign of your favor!" The huge man shouted forth. "Osiris, King of the Dead! Do not forsake us! Send us a sign of your favor!"

They recieved a sign. Lia could feel the cold, chilling dread gather in her stomach, even as the nearest ranks of Falkovnians shuddered and slowed, deeply certain that all life, all existence, led to nothing greater than the claws of an undead smilodon. A figure clad from head to toe in cloth-of-gold, her face gracefully decorated with henna. In one hand, she had a golden crook, in her other, a flail, the symbols of rulership. The crowd could see their patron glow in the morning sun, an ethereal vision of beauty and majesty.

"I am here, my children." Snefru spoke into the sudden silence. Her voice was strained, but it was strong. "I am your sign."

Snefru Appears! Lia, Sascha, and Tomas are inside her Aura of Despair, Will DC 24 or -4 to Attacks, Saves, Skills, Ability (see below for details)



Black Spell - Blacklight: an area of total darkness. The darkness is impenetrable to normal vision and darkvision, but you can see normally within the blacklit area. Creatures outside the spell’s area, even you, cannot see through it.

Purple Spell - Black Tentacles: It's in the SRD. http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/blackTentacles.htm

Red Aura - Aura of Despair: If you enter the aura, make a DC 24 Will Save or take a -4 penalty to attacks, saves, skills, and ability checks. This is removed if you leave the aura. If you make your save, you cannot be affected by that ghost's aura for the next 24 hours. If you fail yoru save and leave the area, you are no longer affected, but are affected again if you enter the aura. [This is my reading of the rules, but if you can find something that explains how these auras work otherwise, I'm all for it]

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[Buff Suite: Recitation (+2 Luck to AC, Attack, Saves), Mass Aid (+1 Morale to Attack, +9 Temp HP), Mass Align Weapon (Good), Mass Conviction (+3 Morale to Saves), Mass Bear's Endurance (+4 to Con)]

PCs:
A - Andre Theroux: 79/35 Buff Suite, Amulet of Tears
L - Lia Mournswaithe: 77/46 Buff Suite, Shield, See Invisibility, Greater Mage Armor, Superior Resistance,
T - Tomas Eisenwald: 80/107 Buff Suite, Divine Favor, Eagle's Splendor, Protection from Evil
K - Kuzan: 120/89 Buff Suite, Blur (20% Miss), Hide from Undead (DC 17), Ebon Eyes (See through Darkness), Call Lightning, Fly, Greater Resistance, Protection from Evil
S - Sascha Dzemianovitch: 47/101 Buff Suite, Protection from Evil
C - Charles Martel: 63/63, Blur
O - Otto Schultheiss: Bite of the Werewolf, Blur

Expedition NPCs:
D - Dieter Haulfstead: Buff Suite,
C - Thomas Carter:
Mr - Sebastian Marchand-Renier:
H - Edmund Harris: Buff Suite,
Sr - Sarari, Blur:

Falkovnians:
V - Marcos Vedarrak: Shield, Greater Resistance, Contingent Energy Resistance (Electricity), Resist Energy (Fire), Greater Mage Armor, Greater Magic Weapon
L - Lebrecht Schiffer:
N - Niklas:
Lu - Luther:

Cavendish and Company
Portrait - Cavendish: Greater Invisibility, Armor of Darkness, Air Walk, True Seeing
Big C - Chesterton: Swarm-Form
Big S - Schrodinger: Cat-Form
L - Lebendtod 1: -58 HP, DEAD
L - Lebendtod 2: -51 HP, DEAD
L - Lebendtod 3: -56 HP, DEAD
L - Lebendtod 4: -53 HP, DEAD

Osirans and Mob
B - Badri:
S - Snefru:

[Nathan of the FoS]

"Thanks, but I'd best get in the thick of things," Charles says. "Au revoir, Kommandant."

Moving forward to a point nearer the center of the action, Charles clears his mind and focuses on his breathing for a long moment. For a moment the standard of the house Martel (the lily quartered with the lion) flickers in his mind's eye, and he imagines himself at the stirrup of the first Charles Martel, who dashed so many enemy armies on the field of battle that he won the name his descendants still bear--"the hammer".

"MARTEAU-ENNEMIS!" Charles bellows, in a voice that would do credit to a parade-ground sergeant. "Aux armes, mes braves! Marteau-ennemis!"

Moving to Z33 and using Inspire Courage. +2 morale bonus to saving throws vs. charm and/or fear, to attack rolls, and to damage rolls to all allies within 60 feet, which I think includes the four on the tower, Sascha, Tomas, and a whole scad of Falkovnians.

[Rock of the Fraternity]

Draconic: Marchand-Renier!" Lia shouts. "Two invisible enemies are about to climb up the building behind you! Another is in the building to the west of you -- tell Otto it is the false Banafrit! Tell the others -- and tell them Cavendish is on top of the compound's wall! He sits on the northern bend!"

'I am insane for doing this!' a tiny voice bawls in the back of Lia's head as she draws a deep breath. 'He can see me! I'm actually about to ignore Cavendish in favour of -' The breath leaves Lia in a roar of utmost fury:

Akiri: "Malediction! Blasphemer! You are no sign of Ra, you are Snefru, daughter of Set! If you were of Ra" -- here Lia's voice turns low, gravelly, a growl of menace -- "my darkness would not abide. Behold, children of Muhar, your sign! The vile ghost of a filthy liar, now bound to the will of a deceiver and a murderer!"

Lia roars again, and chants: "Evigile, annulu ignis contemplativis. Ter verba mea fulce. Magistra ignis sum! Ex manu sphaera ignis expandens evolat!" A tiny sphere of flame, ringed in crimson light, shoots out of the dark dome, impacting with a section of the compound's wall. And there, it swells briefly into apocalyptic flame, roaring like a dragon's fury. Akiri: "Behold the pride of Snefru, I spit at it!" Lia roars from within the darkness.

(OOC: Will save: 30. Thank you, Buff suite and Superior Resistance! Casting Maximized Fireball at Cavendish. Take your cue from the general location, folks, 'cause he's still invisible. After adding three charges worth 3d6 from the Ring of Mystic Fire to the total damage output, we arrive at 72 damage, Reflex DC19 for half.)

[Kaitou Kage]

"You were gone," he murmured quietly. "After three hours alone with that madman... forgive an old fool a moment of doubt."

Sebastian leaned his head back to look toward Carter, rather futilely given the terrace wall was in the way. "He was alive when Cavendish started on him," he said. "I don't know if the spell changed that. You'd have to ask my student, not me."

"He wasn't in the compound when Cavendish went looking for him," he added. "Nor was Devereux. Did you find them? Are they safe?"

"We would've come sooner if we'd known," Kuzan said grimly, "Remy and Devereux are safe. They found us, actually, and we sent them to hide. They should be fine."

The priest looked up just in time to see Lia's fireball streak toward a corner of the wall and explode...on empty air? That was exceedingly suspicious and not something the wizard-woman would do unless she knew something was up. Something like an invisible man. Kuzan drew himself up and conjured his invisible blades of rending. The blades shot forth, whirling through the area where the fireball was only a second ago, and cut at the tendrils of magic hanging in the air.

The Pythagorean Theorem tells me that the origin of the fireball is roughly 155 feet from my position, so I will use an area dispel on the same location.

Got a 16 and then a 13 on my dispel check for the invisibility. I doubt either of those hits it. That stupid reroll ability I have has yet to really be worthwhile.

Got a 27 to dispel the air walk if the invisibility effect is not dispelled.
Got a 26 to dispel the armor of darkness if the air walk is not dispelled.

Let me know if there are other effects in that area (20' radius) that I need to roll for.

Finally, remember that if the invisible climbing things are undead, they must make a Will save (DC 17) to notice my presence at all.

[lostboy]

[OOC: Fort Save: 19 + 14 + lots for the buffs, its well over 30 so unless you want the full calculation....]

Sand... everywhere... the choking dust swirls almost screaming as it rips past Sascha's face, ripping his skin, drawing forth a cry of pain. Although with a puncured lung, that cry mainfests as nothing but bloody froth on his lips.

"Show yourself!" He hisses hoarsely into the windt. Bah I cant fight a sandstorm, he thinks as the futility of the situation hits him. So Sascha , not without a twinge of guilt, does the sensible thing....

Throwing a quick slaute at Tomas, he reaches out and grabs a handful of the sand beofre turning tail and moving quickly away, reaching down and tapping that wand of Kuzans as he does.

[Falkovnian]"Column left! Column right! Engage once it shows its face! He shouts forcing breath through his slightly improved breathing apparutus, as he moves past the Falkovnian troops. They are commands, from the tone of them from one accustomed to being obeyed.

Reaching his destination he looks back before clenching his fist and letting the sand trickle slowly out, shouting at the sandstorm with grim purpose. "Come on! Come and face me then!"

[OOC: moving to Z31 and hopefuly getting some backup from the various Falk types doing a pncer movement should the cat thing follow Sascha. Intimidate - 22 to back up the order

Using one charge of the wand for 8 hp healed]

[DocBeard]

"Right, I'll go after the boney one!" Tomas shouts, nodding at Sascha and pulling back to endure the vicious sandstorm! Seriously, ow. But nothing more than a little pain and a little itching. Hopefully one of the more combustive people can handle the creature.

"Excuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!" Tomas shouts, racing forward, taking a second to touch the wand Kuzan lent him as he rushes forward, racing to confront the giant undead monster he can actually hit...

(OOC: Double move to V34, gotta love plate armor, and 5 hp back from the wand. My fortitude save was 10+15+5 or 30.)

[yalenusveler]

Andre was put in a situation that was..unenviable, but certainly interesting. Ectoplasmic Set Worshiping Strumpet had taken the field, which was reasonably, a bad thing. However, one of her assistants was present as well. A known factor, which one is likely to unfortunately miss, or an unknown factor that striking might be akin to stirring up a hornet's nest. Never mind if Lia hadn't rendered a certain someone into crispy fried madman, Andre made for a nice target, though Lia was likley first on the agenda.

Ah well, caution to the wind and all that.

"Clamo!" Andre shouted, and gestured at Badri. Because when your sign of divine favor is calling upon an undead worshiper of Set? You DESERVE highly focused sound to the face.

Followed up by a tactical withdrawal of course, with gestures that your compatriots should do likewise.

OOC:Sound lance on Badri for 37, with a DC 18 fort save for half damage. Then moving back to D6, with indications that Dieter and Harris should consider similar.

[The Whistler]

Targets targets targets count one count two both fossilized bullets aren't going to do anything on that even with the added enchantments plus friendlies in area don't want to unnecessarily endanger compatriots swing 110 degrees left incorporeal out of range but linchpin of resistance eliminate--

--KRA-POK--

The gunsmith swivelled *left* with pistol in *left* hand, sighted along the barrel with *left* eye (no need to move to activate the targeting system; apparently the boots had trouble zeroing in on non-living targets) and fired off another shot with Donnenschlag: the figurehead leading the mob was, at very least, mildly inconvenienced.

The relative inaccuracy of the flintlock, however, was owed principally to what Otto was doing with his *right* hand: namely, grabbing a Hazlani artillery shell as it rose slowly off of the roof, entering what he desperately hoped was a series of targeting coordinates into what he desperately hoped was a runic targeting interface, twisting from his waist, and throwing.

"Catch," said Otto.

Shot at Sneffy: 17 to hit, 81 to get around concealment, 10 pistol damage, 2 electricity damage.

Blast Globe at Cavvy's space: 27 Fire Damage, 11 Sonic Damage; he's deafened for 2d6 rounds and pushed 1d6 squares away from the center of the blast. DC 15 Reflex save for half fire damage and negating the push; DC 15 Fort save to avoid being deafened. Wheeee!