With the last of the hostiles down, Parum fell to her knees. Her blood was hot and made her cloths and skin sticky, and her breath was quick but heavy. She needed to calm herself down or else she might pass out again. Looking up at everyone she smiled weakly. "Thank you... Everyone. For keeping me alive." Parum looked over to Brannor, his true form more apparent to her. She always knew he had some sort of bestial side to him but this... Was this druid magic? Or something... More? Both curious and concerned Parum approached him. "Brannor are you alright? In fact, does anyone have any potions? I doubt we'll have time to rest so... Now is as good a time as any to use those potions."
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Parum had mixed feelings about finally taking down one of the axemen who nearly killed her, but the other one was still standing. As much as her newfound aggression told her to stab him, she knew that he was more than capable of cutting down just about any of them with that axe of his. She needed to be smart about this as she took on a defensive stance and threw insulting words at him. "You couldn't even cut down a halfling. Some warrior you are!" However she was also very concerned about Brannor. He didn't look too good going up against Cyanwrath, and while everyone piling on damage against the axeman was important, Cyanwrath was likely a greater threat. She knew she only had one spell left, and dammit, she wasn't going to fail him! "Stay strong Brannor! You will defeat him!" She played another encouraging tune on her viol, filling Brannor with positive energy to keep him on his feet.
"Oh shit."
Parum saw the two men rush her and all she saw was black. "So this is how I go down. I guess... It wasn't so bad. I always did want to be important. I guess there's a certain... Appeal... To getting singled out." For the longest time Parum felt nothing but blackness. She counted twenty seconds, five minutes, half and hour. It felt like an eternity. "Is this what death is like? Or maybe some sort of purgatory? What sort of afterlife is this... I'm a good person, I'm devout. Where is my heaven? Please... Please don't leave me here! I don't want to be alone here!" And suddenly Parum's eyes opened. She gripped her rapier and viol and looked around. Those two warriors were still around her and she wasn't feeling as bad, but still in pain. Things weren't looking good for her allies. Orchid and Torus never got healed, and Brannor was fighting against Cyanwrath himself. She wanted so much to be anywhere but here. She should've stayed in college. But as Parum came to her senses her fears, much like her blood, flowed out from her body. She couldn't run, she's always known this. She always had a chance to run away with no one stopping her. She didn't come to this cave to run. She was going to fight.
"That... Tickled." Parum played a sharp note that echoed into the mind of one of the axemen as a deafening symphony of screeching metal and screams. The little blue halfling that they've cut down wasn't out of this fight just yet!
Parum saw the two men rush her and all she saw was black. "So this is how I go down. I guess... It wasn't so bad. I always did want to be important. I guess there's a certain... Appeal... To getting singled out." For the longest time Parum felt nothing but blackness. She counted twenty seconds, five minutes, half and hour. It felt like an eternity. "Is this what death is like? Or maybe some sort of purgatory? What sort of afterlife is this... I'm a good person, I'm devout. Where is my heaven? Please... Please don't leave me here! I don't want to be alone here!" And suddenly Parum's eyes opened. She gripped her rapier and viol and looked around. Those two warriors were still around her and she wasn't feeling as bad, but still in pain. Things weren't looking good for her allies. Orchid and Torus never got healed, and Brannor was fighting against Cyanwrath himself. She wanted so much to be anywhere but here. She should've stayed in college. But as Parum came to her senses her fears, much like her blood, flowed out from her body. She couldn't run, she's always known this. She always had a chance to run away with no one stopping her. She didn't come to this cave to run. She was going to fight.
"That... Tickled." Parum played a sharp note that echoed into the mind of one of the axemen as a deafening symphony of screeching metal and screams. The little blue halfling that they've cut down wasn't out of this fight just yet!
@Hekazu
Alright, I'll accept forming a Poisonous Cloud that will effectively blind him then, as well as poison him for psychic damage.
Alright, I'll accept forming a Poisonous Cloud that will effectively blind him then, as well as poison him for psychic damage.
@Hekazu
The wonderful thing about illusions is that with enough creativity and a high enough caster level, they can do anything.
Bold is mines. I figured that I could do more than just blind him, but also include other effects as well, just to be on the safer side.
What Cyanwrath would see is a cloud of greenish-black fog assault him, effectively blinding him as well as "poisoning" him (This is what the Phantasmal Force damage would feel like). It's pretty much Parum faking a Stinking Cloud spell, while also using the phantasm to amplify her music in order to deafen him as well, just for good measure. And best of all since it's a phantasmal force and not an actual stinking cloud spell, only Cyanwrath would be affected, leaving Parum's allies to take advantage of his simulated blindness/deafness/poisoned condition.
Understandably this might seem quite powerful for just a second-level spell, but Illusions tend to have that drawback of "far more useful than it's given level if people don't realize it's an illusion". They're great as long as the enemy doesn't ubiquitously know it's not possible and thus ignore it. Though at least with Phantasmal Force, it'll eat Cyanwrath's action if he wants to save from it.
The wonderful thing about illusions is that with enough creativity and a high enough caster level, they can do anything.
You craft an illusion that takes root in the mind of a creature that you can see within range.
The target must make an Intelligence saving throw. On a failed save, you create a phantasmal object, creature, or other visible phenomenon of your choice that is no larger than a 10-foot cube and that is perceivable only to the target for the duration. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
The phantasm includes sound, temperature, and other stimuli, also evident only to the creature.
The target can use its action to examine the phantasm with an Intelligence (Investigation) check against your spell save DC. If the check succeeds, the target realizes that the phantasm is an illusion, and the spell ends.
While a target is affected by the spell, the target treats the phantasm as if it were real. The target rationalizes any illogical outcomes from interacting with the phantasm. For example, a target attempting to walk across a phantasmal bridge that spans a chasm falls once it steps onto the bridge. If the target survives the fall, it still believes that the bridge exists and comes up with some other explanation for its fallit was pushed, it slipped, or a strong wind might have knocked it off.
An affected target is so convinced of the phantasm’s reality that it can even take damage from the illusion. A phantasm created to appear as a creature can attack the target. Similarly, a phantasm created to appear as fire, a pool of acid, or lava can burn the target. Each round on your turn, the phantasm can deal 1d6 psychic damage to the target if it is in the phantasm’s area or within 5 feet of the phantasm, provided that the illusion is of a creature or hazard that could logically deal damage, such as by attacking. The target perceives the damage as a type appropriate to the illusion.
Bold is mines. I figured that I could do more than just blind him, but also include other effects as well, just to be on the safer side.
What Cyanwrath would see is a cloud of greenish-black fog assault him, effectively blinding him as well as "poisoning" him (This is what the Phantasmal Force damage would feel like). It's pretty much Parum faking a Stinking Cloud spell, while also using the phantasm to amplify her music in order to deafen him as well, just for good measure. And best of all since it's a phantasmal force and not an actual stinking cloud spell, only Cyanwrath would be affected, leaving Parum's allies to take advantage of his simulated blindness/deafness/poisoned condition.
Understandably this might seem quite powerful for just a second-level spell, but Illusions tend to have that drawback of "far more useful than it's given level if people don't realize it's an illusion". They're great as long as the enemy doesn't ubiquitously know it's not possible and thus ignore it. Though at least with Phantasmal Force, it'll eat Cyanwrath's action if he wants to save from it.
Three tough looking warriors plus Cyanwrath. Somehow, Parum felt surprised even though she knew that of all the people in this damnable dragon cult, of course he'd be here. Frankly she wouldn't be surprised if there were more dragons in here too. If she wasn't in the middle of a life-or-death battle right now she'd be bemoaning their misfortunes, but as her old bardic teacher taught her, fortune favors the bold. And if she wanted to survive she'd need to be very bold. Firstly, Parum needed to ensure Cyanwrath doesn't end up defeating Brannor. She had saved the last bit of her inspirational energies just for this. She played a furious tune on her viol, filling the air with arcane music as she directed her spell towards the half-dragon.
She said nothing, allowing her music to serve as the verbal, her performance to fulfill the somatic, and her instrument to serve as the material component of her Phantasmal Force spell. Cyanwrath would hopefully soon see nothing but darkness, unable to use even his dragon senses to see his foe as the noise from Parum's instruments would also deafen him from anyone's voices or actions, and the smell of death filled his nostrils with a poisonous stench. As she played this tune Parum would move further away from the battle, to ensure that she's well away from the pitch melee going on between the warriors so she could continue distracting and harrying the enemy.
She said nothing, allowing her music to serve as the verbal, her performance to fulfill the somatic, and her instrument to serve as the material component of her Phantasmal Force spell. Cyanwrath would hopefully soon see nothing but darkness, unable to use even his dragon senses to see his foe as the noise from Parum's instruments would also deafen him from anyone's voices or actions, and the smell of death filled his nostrils with a poisonous stench. As she played this tune Parum would move further away from the battle, to ensure that she's well away from the pitch melee going on between the warriors so she could continue distracting and harrying the enemy.
I will be the light, believe in me
When you're lost, here I am
Forever with your soul
Look above ‘cause you belong up there
Beside the shining moon
Shortly after going through the door, a lot of things happened at once. They appeared to have been teleported into the middle of some town, and just as they were getting their bearings someone ran past them. Not long after some guardsmen looking types showed up and started harassing them! ”Oh I know this whole song and dance. Incompetent cops lose their trail and pin the blame on anyone nearby so they don’t get the heat for being bad at their jobs.” She thought maliciously as the guards started asking them about their business. Than someone else came on a large wolf-dog monster and made more threats.
Akiko spoke up first trying to play nice. However Umi knew the more time they spent with these people, the more annoyed they were going to get. Bad enough that, from what these guards were saying, the group likely doesn’t have the papers to prove who they are or some such. But if they continued to talk the guards might just accuse them of obstructing justice or some malarkey. And as much as Umi wanted to tell these people off she knew that cooler heads would prevail. She needed to keep her temper in check, try not to appear hostile, but leave as soon as possible.
”I know it’s not my place to tell you fine folk how to do your duties, but I assure you we’ve no business with whoever your chasing. If you do intent to capture him however, he went that way and he’s moving quickly. Every moment speaking with us is another minute for him to escape your justice.” Umi also made the conscious effort to try and clear some space for the guards and their mounts to make way, so they can’t continue to bother them about obstructing their path or something.
”Oh gods these fools are going to get us all killed!” Parum gasped as Kyra and Orchid started attacking the messenger. Not that she had any illusion that they wouldn’t have to fight, but this removed any chance they had for negotiations. Still it was too late to back out now. She drew her viol, plucking a cord to cast a spell, however she held the charge for just a moment. She was going to wait until the very last second before she’d cast it, hopefully maximizing the damage her allies can do.
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