Aloisturm takes the lead down the stairs, stepping over a rusty wood carving knife at the top of the stairs, its blade long ago stained red by more then rust's cruel embrace, and the handle delicately carved with birds. The stair winds around and around into the earth, the shadows cloying around the group and the air becoming dank with the smell of mildew and stale water.
((*roll* Wisdom 1d20 - 1 : 16 Success))
In the shadows ahead of him, Aloisturm seems a figure emerge, a man wearing a hooded cloak of feathers. It mumbles inaudibly, knocking his head against the wall of the stairway, blood dripping slowly down the wall as the impacts tear at the flesh of his forehead. At the sound of the construct's footfalls, the man stops and slowly turns to face Aloisturm, revealing his face and its hollow, bloody eye sockets. Blood dripping between his teeth, locked in a rictus grin. he pulls a small knife from under his bird feather cloak and charges the construct, and Aloisturm experiences a moment of disorientation as it processes that the knife is exactly like the one at the top of the steps. Still, it pulls its lucerne hammer and readies to smash this threat. The hammer thunders downward with deadly force... and passes through the man. The knife bites into armor and begins to carve the jagged wings of an eagle into Aloisturm's torso.
((*roll* Will 1d20 + 4 : 13 Failure))
This was impossible, but it felt so real. Aloisturm fought with hammer and scythe, with fists and knees and feet. Again and again its blows passed through the apparition assault it, the haunted, blood-streaked figure ignoring its every attack to continue carving bird designs into Aloisturm's carapace. Black conductive fluid dripped from the deep gouges in its outer carapace and warnings began to thunder in Aloisturm's mind.
((*roll* Damage 4d6 : 12 - 2 = 10
*roll* Fortitude 1d20 + 3 : 10 Failure))
For the others, the attack was terrifying. Aloisturm stopped, staring at the empty steps below them. Without warning, the construct was swinging with its massive hammer, only to be seized by some force and suspended in midair. Slowly, inexorably, bird designs were carved across the construct's body, gouging through metal plating like paper and releasing runnels of the constructs blood stuff to drip from its dangling feet.
((*roll* Reflex 1d20 + 2 : 19 Success))
Suddenly the apparition dissipated and instead of fighting, Aloisturm found itself falling. Its feet hit the ground with a solid clang as it came to rest in a crouch, its quick reflexes preventing itself from tumbling the rest of the way down the stairs. The oppressiveness of the darkness around them feels to have lessened following the attack.
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Topic: Let’s Play Pathfinder: Rise of the Runelords – Chapter 1: Burnt Offerings (Read 88721 times)