The fight's not quite going in our favour. It becomes apparent that an invisible cleric is wandering around when injured and knocked-unconscious tieflings clamber back to their feet to engage us again. It becomes more apparent when his invisibility spell drops during his casting of burning hands, hitting three of our party standing conveniently in […]
Another room, more tieflings. We are in a new initiative order, having paused for breath and certainly not to make life easier for the GM, when one charges our elf at the start of combat. 'He hits armour class 14', our GM tells Afutavere. 'That's a miss.' 'He's hitting your flat-footed armour class', our elf […]
Pausing in the corridor, outside a door through which the tieflings retreated, we hear voices. They are speaking in the Abyssal language, which our mage understands. 'How many are speaking?', he asks our GM. 'That depends. How good are you at differentiating tiefling accents?' A stage whisper comes from one side of our mage. 'Say […]
Having our party almost split in two at the start of the encounter gives the tieflings an early advantage, but the narrow and linear corridor offers little tactical opportunities and we are soon back on equal footing. We still need to manoeuvre somewhat so that our squishier characters aren't so unprotected. Afutavere's keen elvish senses […]
It's been the longest readied action in history, but finally Afutavere's bow fires in to the tieflings approaching us from around the corner. At least, I think that's what has everyone else running in that direction whilst I block this hole in the ceiling from skeletal dog encroachment with my head. It's a good enough […]