Malone swings down his halberd and misses. (Roll 14427).
Dandelion - female half-orc beautyqueen in training (The Lone City in the Wildlands) OSRIC Halfpint - female halfling badgirl wannabe (Lab Lord- The North Marches) LL Mark'd - charismatic human fighter (Lab Lord- The North Marches) LL
Edited due to non-feasibility of last stated action.
Ozborn does a mental fist-pump (accompanied by a screaming lute riff) as his arrows drop the diving bird lady. His euphoria is short-lived, however, as the remaining ones dive to attack his companions. He draws his short swords and momentarily considers trying to backstab one of the freaky, winged ladies, but instantly decides against it when he realizes the monsters know exactly where he is, decreasing the chance one of them would willingly present it's back to him. Instead he runs out to try and skewer one the old fashioned way - frontwards, right in the gizzard.
Cursing and calling upon the power of prophecy Stonjuz tries to swat away the bird woman trying to rake him, with no success. Swilbosh is more sucessful but not by much, his axe lightly cuts her wing. Malone does not fair any better against his avian female, finding it hard to combat an enemy so close with a long weapon.
Having exchanged his weapon Andrin manages to smack the taloned female who wounded him prior with a staff blow. the creature doesn't seem too put off by the blow. Thurinor comes to the druid's aid, drawing his sword but fails to get a good stab in.
The woman-things keep trying to rend their chosen prey apart. Andrin get clawed and bitten for 5 HP. Stonjuz fares worse and is assailed by a flurry of fang and claw for 7 HP, and even Malone, despite his much heavier armor, feel the pain from the attacks of his female agressor for 4 HP.
Having drawn not only one, but two shortswords Ozborn imitates Thurinor but comes to the aid of the dwarf stonjuz. With a 3:1 advantage he easily get a poke in and his blade dives a wicked wound on the monstrous woman's body...but still she stands.
Finally, Ogirdor finishes readying spear and axe and comes running to Malone's aid. He axes the thing with a mighty blow and she look much distraught and worse for wear.
Situation: The 3 remaining sisters are in melee with Malone/Ogirdor, Andrin/Ozborn and Swilbosh/Stonjuz/Thurinor respectively. Everyone is engaged in melee
"Now!" Stonjuz commands his allies near him and he steps back as they bring their attacks. He then casts a curative healing spell upon himself. "IMASTUKONBANDAIDCOZBANDAIDSTUKONAME"
Dandelion - female half-orc beautyqueen in training (The Lone City in the Wildlands) OSRIC Halfpint - female halfling badgirl wannabe (Lab Lord- The North Marches) LL Mark'd - charismatic human fighter (Lab Lord- The North Marches) LL
As his friends get mauled by the bird ladies, suddenly this situation doesn`t seem so funny anymore. Oz swings desperately with his blades again at the creature in front of him.
Thurinor sees the battle turning wrongside-up and decides to pull out his dagger for an extra, off-hand attack while stepping in place of the retreating Stonjuz. "Now listen ... lady-birds ... you do know that you're ... making us ... angry..."
Segments: Party 3rd, Thurinor/Sisters 4th, Stonjuz 7th
Stonjuz falls back and begins blabbering something in magick-speak. Ogirdor and Andrin make very poor showing of their weapon skills and hit nothing. Swilbosh fares better than them and once again his axe collides with its mark...but only scrapingly.
On the other hand, Malone delivers some impressive death-dealing. His halberd spears, impales, hacks and rends. The body of the bird woman he and Ogirdor are facing dies even before falling and is further mauled on its way down courtesy of the halberdier.
Fearing for his fellow adventurers Andrin's safety, Ozborn desperately stabs dually with his short blades. His efforts do not go unrewarded, one gladius is driven deeply into the bird woman's chest. Her eyes go wide with shock, giving the creature's face a surprisingly human appearance, and with a rattle it too goes down.
Mad at the lizardman that was axing her as she pounced on Stonjuz, the last remaining bird woman turns her fury on Swilbosh. Talon and fang rend and gash reptilian skin for 5 HP.
Meanwhile, having taken the place of the dwarven cleric Stonjuz and shielding him, Thurinor has pulled out his dagger and Ozborn-like, weapon in each hand, he tries to help Swilbosh fight the bird woman. The dagger on his left hand finds a space between her ribs and plunges in. With a last, pained scream she tumbles sideways and lies unmoving on the soil.
Finally, the clearing lies silently, apart from the normal sounds of nature and Sonjuz's casting which is soon finished as he completes the incantation and a wave of mild healing energy courses over his body.
The dwarf turns to see Ogridor tending to the others wounds. Having been injured more than once, he casts Cure Light on himself again. cure [1d8] = 5 "Very fine samples to be had here. Think there are anymore harpies about?"
Stonjuz begins plucking. During the gathering, he relates, "Maybe we really ARE the chosen, boys!"
There is no visible transmutation, no shimmering of air, no flashes or brightness nor is there any sound. Simply, suddenly, in less time that it could take to blink an eye...they change.
The bodies of their attackers are still there; fallen, broken, positioned as before where they died. But they are no longer the corpses of bird-women; but rather seemingly normal human females. Young, denuded and bearing uncanny resemblance in body shape and face to the woods woman that welcomed them into the clearing. The terrible wounds that cover some of the bodies do not a pretty sight make.
HPs updated. I am not tallying how many spellcasting folks have left. We're on the Honor system here.