Shigon feels the blast from his position mining. He runs to the workshop to see what is going on, but it will be a while.
Mirian, the vampire, heads to the workshop also, but she is just as far away. They run together.
Furtuka jumps up ready for battle, but shrugs and sits back down.
BATTLE CONTINUES...
The sprite casts entangle again and starts getting up, catching Rahal and Sly in the new area effect.
a new vine sprouts, and one catches Sly by the left leg.
The 3 new vines at Rahals feet attempt to entwine him. he is entwined twice, by the face and skull.
Sly attempts to tear off the two vines gripping him, but only suceeeds at one. He dives under the singed remains of the nearby door, still hanging on the doorframe. But the remaining vine keeps him back.
Rahal invokes the name of the blood god and goes berzerk! He swings the axe around like a madman, swinging trice, lopping off 2 vines nearby.
Sly is freed from the vines!
The room continues to burn! The smoking barrel of perfumed oil combusts, bursting its sides with an enourmous fireball that spreads along the cieling and the radiant heat sears anyone still in the room. The rest of the oild spills along the floor, running fire along the ground, nearly 1/4 of the entire room. the items lying on the floor and in the corners now catch fire, the flaming oil spreads dangerously close to the barrel of moonshine, and the sounds of popping glass bottles can be heard.
Fireball sears and blackens Rahals thick hide, dealing 0 damage due to his incredible toughness.
shrapnel wizzes across the room, striking Rahal twice, twisted metal piercing his tough flesh for meagre damage.
Sprite gets up and runs across the wooden bridge to the apparent safety of the plant room that the toad statue is in.
Vines are engulfed in flame
Sly gets up and dusts himself off, the flames from the previous room lick at his heels, and he kicks off the severed vine that still grasps his ankle weakly. he calls out into the darkness "Just give me the hat, Sprite! and I'll call it even!"
Rahal rages on, snapping out of his berzerk state takes more will than he can muster. he slashes the surrounding flaming vines, but the ones on his face are too close to swing an axe at.
The fire burns away some tables legs, and the remaining bookcases. Their contents flo out onto the burning ground and crashing flasks can be heard. The oil spill reaches the barrel of moonshine and begins to smoke. The room begins to grow hazy as smoke fills the room, the alchemical fumes paw at Rahals constitution, threatening to bring him down.
Rahal tries to snap out of the berzerk state, and comes back to his senses. His vision is clouded and he looks for an exit but he is encircled. he tear the vines around his face out by the roots.
The workshop fire incinerates Rahal, his flesh peels back and the rocky granules of his hide crack. Dealing light damage.
The smoke chokes Rahals lungs, He begins to hack and cough, but his constitution limits the damage
The alchemical fumes, addle his brain. But Rahal maintains his wits about him.
The Moonshine barrel explodes. A fiery blastwave rocks Rahal off his feet, the enclosed space amplifying the damage. He recieves a moderate injury and is riddles with shrapnel
Shrapnel fails to penetrate rahals stonelike skin.
Thunderstone explodes, the shock deafens and the flash blinds rahal. Stunning him.
Rahal is hurled to the flaming ground by an exploding barrel of alcohol. Shrapnel protruding form his side, He catches glimpse of the exit from his low vantage point but a thunderclap deafens his senses and he rolls about on the ground stunned.
Mirrian and Shigon reach the workshop. standing in the alcove outside the workshop, with an overflowing Treasury chest lying to the north
Shigon hurls open the door to retrieve his precious items. He runs inside and searches through the smoke for the perishables. He nearly trips over them and he grabs them and rushes out, leaving Rahal.
Backdraft buffets shigon with flame. Shigon takes no damage.
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