Three fiery tendrils rise up from Mero’s hand and jump towards the three sisters, like snakes jolting towards their prey. The Blackstar closest to him, the lady they were tasked with searching, gets hit first. Her cloak singes, as does her hair, and the raging flames burn her fair skin. The sister she called Althrea can duck right in time, but the woman in the back, Shavaria, is less lucky. Now that the back of the room is clearly lit by the sorcerer’s scorching ray, they can see the fey’ri better. She has a strange monocle in front of one eye with a deep pink glass. The heat of the flames crashing into her face bursts the tinted glass and shards pierce her face.
“My eye!” She screams in agony. “You blinded me, you walking piece of scrap metal!”
“Serves you right for what you have done to everyone”, Mero replies. “And to the spectators!”
The unharmed Blackstar takes a step forward, making sure she has a clear view on Mero and on the hallway with the other intruders.
“You are not the only sorcerer here, golem.” She speaks with a smile that reveals all her devious intentions. “Let’s see how you manage against your beloved eye monster when your friends can’t help you.”
She points her clenched fists forward, one to the spectator and the other to the corridor. She opens her hands, palms pointed upwards, revealing a small pile of metal dust in the left hand and a thin strand of a silk-like material in the right. She inaudibly whispers a few words and blows the dust towards the spectator in the middle of the room. When the powder touches the metal on the beholder’s skin, the aberration begins to grow. Within seconds, it doubles in size, its growl grows deeper and it gets a lot more intimidating and menacing than it already was before.
As this ominous spectacle takes place and draws in everyone’s attention, Althrea flicks the silvery strand at the hallway. It moves quickly through the air and changes its shape. When it’s halfway it has taken the form a spider, but before it reaches its targets in the corridor, it explodes into a thick greyish web. The entire hallway, including everyone standing there, is caught in a sticky, magical web.
(Spell save DC 12 versus dexterity 18)
With Oslando and Bruq on the front of the line, Lyssa was relatively out of the line of the arachnid spell. The rather heavy strands stick to some of her hair and to her torso, but she can pull herself free, stumbling through a small unwebbed way past her half-elf companion and entering the room. Jewel, her baby stycha, is safely hidden in her backpack and lets out a muffled crow, too soft for the siren to hear.
(Natural 20 versus AC)
“Mero, I don’t think we can save this one anymore. It’s been maimed and influenced by these wicked women. I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”
Lyssa takes another step forward and looks at the embers that still rise from Mero’s hand. He puts her hand on his metal skin and stares at the beholder, meeting his lifeless gaze.
“You just made this a lot easier for me, witch, and a lot more painful for your minion.”
She hums and rapidly raises the tone she does it with. The metal parts on the spectator’s skin start to vibrate violently, turning bright red and orange. The edges melt, set its skin aflame and cause a pain so severe that it screams in agony. Its wail echoes throughout the entirety of the basement.
“Quickly, Sha!”
The sister in the front of the room, having extinguished the fire caused by Mero, turns to the fey’ri in the back while pointing at the spectator. She does as she is told and runs to the beholder. She holds two small magnetized pieces of mineral in her hand, both floating around one another. She directs them to her minion and the stones quickly turns around it, restoring some of its vitality and cooling down the heated metal.
“You can have your revenge on that wench later, Blinky”, she says. “Kill the golem first!”
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