Crypt of the Everflame (Inactive)

Game Master Nathan Hartshorn

City of Golden Death


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"Each person's path to enlightenment is a personal affair. As an example there are other Heralds of the Eight Step within the temple in this very city. There is no need for Brothers and Sisters to fight among ourselves."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

Only after Allister has gorged himself does he remember what Lightbringer Naabi taught him. Never let your guard down. Your enemies won't.

He begins to focus on the strangers in the room starting with the bartender, then each of the priests in succession, and finally the surly Half-Elf in an attempt to Detect Evil.

To deter their suspicion, he tries to move the conversation along.

"How long have you and the other Brothers and Sisters served the Living God, Ser?"

Deep within him something stirs. Two feasts in one day... I must be ten pounds heavier."


Al:
Only Egarthis is resonating as any sort of evil, and even that is an extremely faint aura.
Detection: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 Not enough to know what you're doing

"I have served our Lord for these past five years, and can only pray to Him to serve many more."

Five minutes after food has been served...

Al vs DC 36: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Viv vs DC 24: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Qina vs DC 30: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Brezik vs DC 36: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Gad vs DC 30: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Bel:
The half-elf, Al, Viv, Qina, Brezik, and Gad all slump over their plates, out cold. Egarthis turns to regard you, "You should have just eaten with the rest of them, now we have to do this the hard way." His voice is much colder and though you can't see it you're certain there's a cruel sneer on his face. He swings a quick fist at your face hoping to stun you or knock you out cold as the rest of the priests pull out saps and surround you.

Bel Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Egarthis Init: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Priest Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Acolyte Init: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Stunning Fist!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage (nonlethal): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Bel Fort vs Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Egarthis' fist connects solidly with your jaw, and though you're rattled its not enough to put you off your game. Unfortunately it slows you enough that the rest of the priests can pile on.

Acolyte Aid Priest: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Acolyte Aid Priest: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Acolyte Aid Egarthis: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Egarthis Stunning Fist!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Priest Sap Attack!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 22
Priest Sap Attack!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14

Damage (nonlethal): 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 2 + (6) + 3 = 16

Bel Fort vs Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 Stunned for Round 1

Round 2
Despite the extreme beating you've taken and the swimming sensation in your head you still manage to notice a large group of priests rush out from the backroom of the Ranger's Lament with saps in hand.
Acolyte Aid Priest: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Acolyte Aid Priest: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Acolyte Aid Egarthis: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Egarthis Stunning Fist!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Priest Sap Attack!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
Priest Sap Attack!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24

Damage (nonlethal): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 You're out cold

Between the all of the flying pieces of wood and Egarthis' fists (and elbows, knees, etc.) you are finally brought to unconsciousness.

While you're all out cold you gain a level!

Everyone wakes to find themselves stripped of their gear and in the clothing they were wearing under their armor. Qina has been dropped in 1d6 ⇒ 5 Gad'larr's cell as there are only six in this room you find yourselves in.

Egarthis paces down the narrow stone hallway, looking in each of the cells. “I must apologize for the way that you were brought here,” he begins with a calm, even tone. “We must be sure that you are pure and properly prepared to join the faith. Today you shall fast and meditate on the glory of Razmir. On the morrow you shall be sworn in and given your masks, made one with the body of Razmir; one piece of the greater whole. You shall become acolytes, and be allowed upon the first step of enlightenment. Rejoice! The path of glory and fortune shall be open to you.” He and another priest, this one in filthy grey robes under his armor made of some form of hide, give each of you bowls of water and white robes, leaving before you can speak.

Whew! Long post...


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

When asked about the eating...

"I ate before I joined this little gathering. I was not expecting such... hospitality. I do not pledge myself to sit idle and become fat. In my head Brezik belches at this point Would that we could be on with this business and begin our 'steps'"

Belathorian continues to sit drinking with little interest in the food.

I have had my share of poisons

Sorry for forcing the long post out of you ;) With the removal of our kit I assume that that includes the holy symbol Bel would have had on a long chain somewhere about his person?


Yes. They did a thorough search of everyone to insure your fasting and meditation would not be interrupted.


Male,Dwarf Unchained Rogue, 7 | Hp: 80| AC:17 T:11 FF:16 | CMD:19(+4vs trip and bullrush) | Fort:+5 ,Ref:+7 ,Will:+3 ,( +2 reflex vs. traps, +2 fort vs poison and spells ) | Init:+1 | Perc:+11 (+2 traps, +2 stone work, +2 avoid surprise)
Injuries:
0 lethal; 0 nonlethal / 80 Hitpoints
current conditions:

So let me get this straight, The first step to the path of fortune and glory is for you to knock us unconcious, take all our possessions away, and then starve us while we stare at the walls?

At this point Brezik's stomach *growls*.

Can we at least get snacks while we fast?

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Vivian comes to with a foggy headache. When she notices she is in a cell without any of her things her heart starts to palpitate. 'I knew it I knew it. This is bad, what did they do with them? All my precious metal..I.. I' On her hands and knees she retches to the side of her cell into some straw.

She clings to the bars and yells down the hall to the leaving priests.
"How do we meditate if we know nothing about Razmir?! We came here to learn, THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF LEARNING!"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

With a deep, panicked breath Allister wakes. "My sword..." he mumbles, still half asleep. For a few minutes Allister sits silent, looking at nothing in particular, rubbing his throbbing head.

This familiar feeling again. Did I drink too much? Are we in jail?

After several minutes he sees Belathorian looking swollen and bruised. "By the...what happened to you?"

Only after Egarthis and Brezik make their exchange does it dawn on Allister that he is not hung over, he was poisoned. And he is not in jail, he is a captive.

"What about a privy?" Allister asks, looking concerned. "I ate a lot yesterday."


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Sitting up in the cell, Gad'larr nodded silently to himself.

He had been half-expecting such underhanded tactics from phonies. Irori's testing was much worse in a way. In HIS temple you had to be honest with yourself and face each challenge. Success was determined by many factors, but you always LEARNED there. You were never indoctrinated in such a fashion in an Iroran monastery.

Looking at his small cellmate, Gad will check on her, whispering quietly in her ear in case they were being monitored closely.

"Qina? Mother Dragon? Do you yet live and breathe? Warning...do not sit up too fast. It's disorienting...and nauseating."

Just then he hears Vivan's loud shouts and pleas.

Sense Motive(Untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Gad fears the strain he hears in her voice was all too real...


Halfling Inactive

"Shhh mamma, just a few more minutes" Qina said as she laid on the ground. Her head was pounding and she knew as soon as she opened her eyes she would be sick. She had eaten entirely too much before they even started the second meal.

"Ohhh, my head. My tummy. Why does it all hurt so much? How can he eat so much?" She rolled over onto her back and waited a minute before opening one eye at a time. This was not her bedroom.

"Wait, where am I? Gad, is that you? Where are we?" Her hand instinctively went for the small vial she wore around her neck. When her hand only found her bare neck, she sat upright faster than she should have.

"Hmmmppphhh." One hand went to try to cover her mouth while the other held her up. Her cheeks swelled like a chipmunk and she glanced around nervously, looking for a spot to lose her lunch. With little options and no longer really caring where her lunch landed, she turned over and lost it all over the floor.

Once her stomach was empty she stood up and cleaned herself off. She whispered the soft words as she moved her hands and cleaned the mess she had made on the floor. Then she sat back down, back against the wall with her knees brought up to her chest.

"So, what do we do now? Sit here and wait or try to escape?"


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Smiling at the young woman's stomach churning spectacle, Gad will whisper back with a small smile.

"I warned you not to get up too fast Little Mother. We wait. Remember, we are here for evidence that can never be refuted. Proof this cult is the charade and parasite we think it is. That, and maybe find evidence of who looted Kassen's tomb too. That would be a great bonus. Do you think we should use bogus names? Or would it matter much now?"

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

"I already told them my name," Allister says, vaguely remembering.

He burps and it tastes like mutton and he almost follows Qina's lead, but holds it in.

In a rare moment of wisdom, he gives the others an encouraging reminder. "Be calm. We are right where we need to be."

If Qina's cell is adjacent to his own:

When Allister notices Qina in her sickened state, he beckons her over. "Little lady, do you have strength enough to come over here? I believe I can make you feel better."

Allister places a hand on her shoulder and uses Lay on Hands.

"Let your inner strength warm you like the sun's rays."

Lay on Hands: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7

My level 3 Mercy allows me to remove the Sickened condition. She may not have the technical condition, but it should help her feel better either way.

If Belathorian's cell is adjacent to his own:

"You look like I feel. Come here, let me help you."

Lay on Hands: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

Allister will use Lay on Hands to heal the cuts and bruises from last night's beating.


Halfling Inactive

"I know. I panicked. They took my ice, and my leather, and my butter. At least they can't take Crow from me" she said with a slight smile while rubbing her shoulder.

"Don't worry Allister. I'll be okay. I just don't wanna see any food any time soon. And uh, don't tell Brezik."

With a bit too much cold and an almost otherworldly echo in her voice, Qina responded "I want them to know my name. I want them all to know my name. I want them to remember my name. When their skin cracks and they can't feel their fingers any more, I want them to remember my name."


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Gad feels a chill run down his spine and looks quickly at Qina in the cell with him and worries again.

"Did it just drop a degree or two in here Qina? Don't worry Mother Dragon. They will know ALL of our names in the end.
They will be etched into their stone epitaphs. I'm sure Bel will do the chiseling himself. I wonder what Pharasma does with
dead churches...?"


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

My lady... I have no idea what she does, but I know what I'm going to do!

Belathorian slender finger traces a spiral as he listens to the other's talk, his face is swollen and his whisper comes out more of a hiss

"We do not know each other remember, the walls have ears..."

He erases the pattern he has created with a single swipe of his hand and clamber's to his feet. Pulling the water bowl over he washes diligently, wincing as the cold water touched his blue bruised flesh.

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Settling down, Vivian sees Bel all battered and bruised and feels ashamed that he had to fight alone, that she had missed out on a battle. Following his lead, she traces a sword in stone on the floor with one of her fingernails, leaving a chalky outline of the image. She places her hand over it and tries to bring healing to her suffering friend.

If GM allows:
2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

As Allister sits in his cell alone, a strange new power surges through him. His mind wanders and he begins to think of the shadow, how it ripped the strength away from his friends.

Prepared spell: Restoration, Lesser.

As he meditates, Allister drifts in and out of sleep. He has a pleasant dream about Delarra, but others are of the shadow, and his brother Baeloth.


Male,Dwarf Unchained Rogue, 7 | Hp: 80| AC:17 T:11 FF:16 | CMD:19(+4vs trip and bullrush) | Fort:+5 ,Ref:+7 ,Will:+3 ,( +2 reflex vs. traps, +2 fort vs poison and spells ) | Init:+1 | Perc:+11 (+2 traps, +2 stone work, +2 avoid surprise)
Injuries:
0 lethal; 0 nonlethal / 80 Hitpoints
current conditions:

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 nat 1.... Prolly for the best

Take my snacks away will they....

Brezik casts around for something, anything that might be useable to pick a lock, a sliver o stone, a piece of metal he could reshape, anything... But sees only a bare cell with a bowl of water. He looks down at the bowl and holds onto it in a strangely focused way. He takes a small sip from the bowl... And then waits as long as he can bear to and then takes another small drink... And keeps repeating the process... Till he has finished the water... He had tried to use all his self control but with nothing else to focus on he has drunk all the water in less than a half hour. He looks over at whoever he can see...

Um... Are you going to drink that... I would kill for a forge a out now.

Brezik is clearly a little lost without something to keep his hands and mind busy or his ever present snacks.

Finally he looks at the empty bowl in his hands and snaps it in half and starts trying to make some sort of lock pick out of it with his bare hands by grinding a promising looking share of bowl on the stone floor.
craft(weapon: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

After a little while he has effectively made himself a shiv... Whether it will be useful to pick a lock, that's another thing. But more importantly the activity of making something has cleared his mind and calmed his nerves. His old jocular self starts to return.

heh... Heh... I guess I could be a barber, my specialty will be bowl cuts...haha!!


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

Belathorian sits cross legged for a long while in silence, absentmindedly swirling the water into a spiral with an outstretched finger, deep in prayer. During this time the the bruising on his face visibly diminishes. Ta Viv

Preparing spells


A few hours after the priests have left the half-elf wakes. He ate just as much as Allister and Brezik, but does not appear to their formidable constitutions. "Ugh...What happened?" He looks around quite confused as to how he got here.

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

Despite having been poisoned and locked in a jail cell, Allister has regained his optimism after a couple hours of meditation. Still, for maybe the first time in his life, he is suspicious after the priests deceived him.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Allister wants to be sure this Half-Elf is not an agent of the Living God.

"We're in! The priest told us to marinate for a while. Say, what's your name again? I'm Allister."


Male,Dwarf Unchained Rogue, 7 | Hp: 80| AC:17 T:11 FF:16 | CMD:19(+4vs trip and bullrush) | Fort:+5 ,Ref:+7 ,Will:+3 ,( +2 reflex vs. traps, +2 fort vs poison and spells ) | Init:+1 | Perc:+11 (+2 traps, +2 stone work, +2 avoid surprise)
Injuries:
0 lethal; 0 nonlethal / 80 Hitpoints
current conditions:

disable device: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

As the half-elf awakes he can hear Brezik muttering to himself who has set about unlocking the door to his cell using only his water bowl now turned hand made shiv. Just curious what material was the bowl originally?

Well they drugged us and took our stuff... we're supposed to be meditating on the glories of Razmir. The priest says we'll get our Masks tomorrow

There's a sudden click and Brezik pulls out his shiv to see if the click was the lock popping open or his hand made weapon snapping.


Bowl is basically really bad tin. You don't get the china bowls until you're at least 5th tier.

The makeshift shiv snaps under the pressure of the tumblers.

"My name is Evlar. Curious that this is how the church brings in its newest members."


Approximately six hours after Egarthis and the other priest left the cell area you hear the sounds of a cart with a squeaky wheel. Someone in a black robe is wheeling a tray with 7 bowls of water into the cell area.

Perception DC 20:
While this looks like Egarthis the gait and the way they hold themselves is all wrong, but it is difficult to tell who's who under the similar robes and masks.

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

A moody Vivian has been sitting quietly "meditating." She doesn't trust anything about this place anymore. She hasn't had a sip of water and seeing that they're bringing more she now suspects a poison of some sort to be in the liquid.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14


Male,Dwarf Unchained Rogue, 7 | Hp: 80| AC:17 T:11 FF:16 | CMD:19(+4vs trip and bullrush) | Fort:+5 ,Ref:+7 ,Will:+3 ,( +2 reflex vs. traps, +2 fort vs poison and spells ) | Init:+1 | Perc:+11 (+2 traps, +2 stone work, +2 avoid surprise)
Injuries:
0 lethal; 0 nonlethal / 80 Hitpoints
current conditions:

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

During the hours of "meditation" Brezik has retrieved the remains of his "tin shank" repairing it with the mend spell and stashing it in his pocket. GM... is it safe to assume brezik has a 1d2 slashing weapon with the fragile characteristic?.

Upon receiving his new bowl Brezik immediately drains it of its contents and begins engraving the bottom of the bowl with random scroll work using the prong from his belt buckle as a tool.

Good thing Tin is so soft. Makes it easy to work with... although the conditions here cause the work too suffer.


Brezik I am totally fine with that.

Seeing everyone quiet and cooperative the black robed figure pushes the bowls of water into the cells and walks away with the cart.


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

With so many cultists in masks, its going to be hard to tell them all apart!

Whispering quietly in Qina ear, gad will tell her to wait on drinking her water.

"Qina, let me drink the water first. Just in case it is poisoned again? I'll have the best chance to fight off the poison probably anyway. If I'm knocked unconscious again, you poor your water out and fake it and try to keep an eye on things if possible. Try to get the layout of this place, or see if you can figure out where the exit is if needed. Anything you see could be useful.

Gad'larr will sigh and drink his bowl at least half-way.


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

Belathorian rises from his meditation and stretches slowly.

Bending down to the new bowl of water he swirls it slowly, muttering all the while. The water bowls in the cells of the party also begin to swirl in unison. He is unaware that Had has already supped.

Casting purify food and drink on all the party's water the half elf's he leaves in altered

"The water is pure"

He drinks deeply from the bowl before tossing it idly from his cell hoping it didn't look obvious that he threw it to brezik on purpose.


SECRET ROLLS!:
THESE ROLLS MEAN NOTHING!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Evlar speaks up, voice quiet so as not to be thrown down the hallway. "Is this all it takes to get into the church? Ask to join then meditate? I hope their tests of loyalty aren't much harder, I don't know how to please the Living God just yet."


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

"Why are you really here Evlar? What do you want from the living god?"

Belathorian comes straight out with it, needing to know where they stand with this newcomer

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12


Evlar thinks a bit. Just as you think he's ignoring your question he responds, "Mostly a roof over my head. I've been living on the streets the past couple of weeks and joining the church seems to be a way to quickly rise to prominence in this city."


Halfling Inactive

Qina nodded slowly as Gad whispered the plan in her ear. She was glad to be in the cell with him. Being in a cell alone would have been much scarier even with the others nearby. Still, Gad was pretty smart so she was even less anxious than she could have been. She started to wish she had some cards or some dice or something to pass the time. She began to wonder how prisoners didn't die of boredom because she felt like she was about too.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

Allister drinks the water down quickly without a second thought of poison. "Aahhhhhh...Guess I was thirsty!"

Hydrated, he begins to pace around in his cell for a couple minutes before turning his attention to Gad'larr.

"Hey, Half-Orc. Care for a competition? Most push-ups wins."

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Without waiting for an answer, Allister begins. He counts each one out loud.

After several minutes of non-stop strenuous movement, he stops and lays down flat on his back on the cold floor. His sweat steams in the cold underground cell.


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Gad watches the young halfling intently and sees the looks of boredom and a little fear creep into her face. Thinking quickly, Gad decides to see if he can help any by getting Qina to think more about the future: Get her thinking of acting instead of reacting.

"You do realize we are the most powerful of our friends in this situation right? Even without our gear, we two are still at our most formidable. We should focus on what we two may need to do if any combat breaks out. I should be the primary target if I can help it, and will attempt strategies to get attention and disarm opponents. You then stay behind me and use your magic as best you can to help and protect the others until they can gain access to decent weapons. Hopefully it won't come to that if we are careful enough."

Hearing Allister's challenge, Gad quickly winks at Qina, and flips over into some pushups.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"You win this one human! Try me tomorrow when I'm not still groggy from being drugged by our hosts!"

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Vivian dumps the water onto the floor and tosses the bowl to Brezik the best she can. She then stands up and starts checking everything about her cell.
Take 20? She's got nothing else to do..
Perception: 20 + 3 = 23

She tries to move every stone in the wall and floor, knocks on them to check for fakes. She then gives all the metal bars the same treatment. She puts her body into the celldoor to check how sound it is and looks through any straw or loose dirt in the cell. She eyes the ceiling but is unable to get high enough off the ground to inspect it. Lastly she wears down another fingernail on the rough floor and presses her palm against the crude image of a sword in stone. Detect Magic
Str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8


Halfling Inactive

"Without my spell pouch, I can only use about half of my magic but don't worry, we'll make those jerks pay for what they've done."


Nothing in the room detects as magical and the bars and stones of the cell are sound.

6 hours after the last priest left another comes bearing more bowls of water.

Perception DC 20:
While this looks like Egarthis the gait and the way they hold themselves is all wrong, but it is difficult to tell who's who under the similar robes and masks.

Perception DC 20 AND last perception check was succeeded:
This is yet another priest in black robes. Subtle differences between all three are very hard to tell, but you've managed it.


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Gad decides its time to "rock-the-boat' and see what happens.

"You there! Water-bearer! What day is it? What time? These dismal cells and this water offer us nothing to learn from!
Bring Egarthis back if you refuse to speak! I demand to know what is going on!"

Gad will rattle the bars or try to bend some.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Vivian feigns to recieve the water from the priest, then lets it spill over his robes. She maintains her silence, not communicating with any of her friends. 'It's almost unbareable but it is my mission, I have to succeed at this. They may know who killed my father. Regardless theybhave threatened my people."

She begins to pass the time by studying Evlar. With nothing left to do, she's bound to notice something.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

Allister drinks the water as soon as the priest hands him the bowl. "Thanks, Egarthis."

Hydrated, he resumes pacing around his cell. After several minutes, Allister remembers a lesson Cedron taught him. To him it feels like a lifetime ago.

Allister had complained at a young age that he was old enough to train. He was certainly big enough. Finally the old Dwarf relented, and so they met in the castle square, Cedron wearing nothing more than a cotton tunic. Come, boy, take me to the ground if you can. Allister whined that this was not training, that he wanted to use weapons. Why should I give ye' a weapon when ye' haven't even mastered ye'r own body. Ye' don't deserve a weapon yet. Not until ye' can beat me without one. It took three years before Allister was able to trip Cedron up and throw him to the ground. For a moment he felt sorry, until the Dwarf smiled. About damn time. Now, about that weapon...

Without any arms or armor in his cell, Allister focused on movement, making pretend that he held a heavy greatsword in his hands and was surrounded by many enemies. His feet slide softly across the cold floor.


The priest takes the water they were about to offer Gad'larr and dumps it on the ground shaking thier head disapprovingly before walking away.

Vivan:
Evlar isn't very difficult to read. His quiet doesn't seem to be grudgingly held against the priests and while he puts up an air of experience you can see the uncertainty in his movements giving him a naivety. Everything he told you before was in earnest and you're fairly certain he's never had to lie like his life was on the line.

So we're 12 hours into the hole. You guys ready to crack and join the cult yet?


Male,Dwarf Unchained Rogue, 7 | Hp: 80| AC:17 T:11 FF:16 | CMD:19(+4vs trip and bullrush) | Fort:+5 ,Ref:+7 ,Will:+3 ,( +2 reflex vs. traps, +2 fort vs poison and spells ) | Init:+1 | Perc:+11 (+2 traps, +2 stone work, +2 avoid surprise)
Injuries:
0 lethal; 0 nonlethal / 80 Hitpoints
current conditions:

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Brezik easily sees the differences between the priests but keeps his head down and just observes Gad's interaction with the water bearer.


You are visited by another priest some 6 hours later, again bringing water in bowls.

Moving on when the majority is ready. This is the last priest to visit before your 24 hour 'break-in' period is up.


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

Belathorian will make sure everyones water is pure once more and then return to his sitting position to await the next 'step'

Ready to go


After another six hour period Egarthis and a gang of priests returns to your cells. He and the others let everyone out saying, "It is time for the ceremony to swear you in as full members of faith. Follow me to our destination"

Sense Motive DC 22:
Egarthis is fairly trembling with rage and the sharp look he sends one of the priests does not go amiss. He only does this after spying some of Brezik's handiwork with the bowls and you feel it is because no one informed him of your doings in the cells.

The priests lead you up some stairs and through a hallway or two before stopping at large double doors. Egarthis looks at everyone, "Stay here until you are called for." You only wait a few minutes more before you are called into the room.

A large crowd of masked priests waits in the temple. While white robes shroud most of them, some wear gray, and a ew wear black. In the center of the chamber rises a gigantic staircase, atop of which glitters a porcelain and gold mask, the holy symbol of Razmir. On the eighth step of the stairs stands a black-robed priest, who says gravely, “Come forward.”

Evlar is the first to step forward and as he reaches the bottom of the stairs the priest next to them states, "Stand on the first step, but no further. This represents your connection with our god Razmir. Here," he hands Evlar a white robe and an iron mask, "is the required attire whenever you are on the first floor of the temple or outside among the non-believers. Evlar takes the mask and the robes, putting them on and standing on the first step. The entire congregation calls out thrice, [b]"All hail Razmir." After this is done the priest in black robes calls out, "Next."

Liberty's Edge

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard 6 | HP 34/53 | Speed 20ft | AC 19 : T 9 : FF 19 | F +10 : R +6 : W +9 | Init -1 | CMB +11 : CMD 19 | Smite Evil 1/2 : Lay on Hands 3/9 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+11-6/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+11-6/1d6+5/19-20/*2), Brightfang (+13-8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+6-1/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +12, Heal +10, HA +12, Per +1, SM +9, Prof (S) +4 | S +5, D -1, C +1, I -2, W +1, Ch +3

With his heart beating through his chest and beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, Allister steps forward to the first stair.

So many priests, but just one face. How will we tell each other apart? Well, Qina should be easy enough to recognize. But the others? We should have made a signal...

When the congregation calls out, so does Allister. "All hail Razmir. All hail Razmir. All hail Razmir."


Male Half-Orc Unchained Monk Level 7 | HP 68/68| Speed 50ft | AC 19, touch 16, FF 16, CMD 25 | Fort +7 : Ref +8 : Will +5 | Stun Fist 6/Day DC:15 (6 left)| Deflect Arrows 1/Rd | Per+10 | Ki : 5 Pts /0 Used | Cond:

Sense Motive(Untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Gad'larr will maintain his toughest facade and move up to accept his robe and mask as the first of the group to do so.
He'll smile his shark-like grin at the priest as he accepts and dons the cult's attire.


Stats:
N Samsaran Male Warpriest 7 | HP: (62/62) | AC: 18 (T: 11, F: 17) | CMB: +8, CMD: 19 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +7 | Init: +1 | Perc: +3 | Speed 20ft | Effects:

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Bel steps into line with the others as they trail out of the cells, taking up the rearguard. As the ceremony proceeds he waits until last, wantingbto make sure none are left behind, particularly little Qina.

I don't see many little folk here, could be tough times for the little dragon

When it is Belathorian's turn:

Belathorian steps forward to the bottom of the steps, accepts his robes, pauses a moment in feigned reflection, then takes the first step.

"All hail Razmir..."

Grand Lodge

Female Human Evangelist of Glory 7 | HP 63/63 | 20ft | AC 19 : T 14 : FF 17 | F +7 : R +4 : W +9 | I +3 : P +4 | CE 3/3 : ToG 7/7 : Perform 16/16 : Spells [1]4/4 : [2]4/4 : [3]3/3 : [4] 1/1 | Active conditions: None
Shortcuts:
[dice=Great Sword]1d20+7[/dice] [dice=Damage]2d6+3[/dice]

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Vivian smirks at Egarthis' distain. 'Good, they're not all together. Communication problems? Sitting in a cell doesn't vet out the bad recruits?' she muses.

When it's her turn, not something she'll rush to hasten, Vivian walks up to the stair and accepts the costume without showing any emotion. Once the chanting starts she follows along slowly, only speaking the truth in her head. "All hail" 'Gorum, f%+*' "Razmir! All hail" 'Gorum, f&+~' "Razmir! All hail" 'Gorum, f$+#' "Razmir!"

She then steps to the side with Allister.

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