Round: 7, Initiative: 9
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (6/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (3/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria lifts his necklace-mug to his lips in silent prayer and scuttles back out into the killing field to heal Rae further.
Pillette severely injures an archer, both in pride and body. Tynan slips into flank with Mortimer, his shortsword finding the side of the tiefling. Solrisa climbs the statue, seeking the balcony. Raella remains prone, grasping for her dropped weapon. Ascaria returns to central floor, bringing her more to life with his healing. Mortimer heckles the balcony boy, but fails to strike the old man standing mere inches from his own person.
The mace makes a final attack on Pillette, before disappearing. Its blow seems almost a rebuff for recently spoken infernal words...
The remaining archer fires at the slip as well, his hand apparently guided in response, as well... Neither mace, nor archer respond to the halfling's baits.
On the balcony, the melee continues, its main thrust to bring down the giant.
Thedrick delays, waiting to see if his man hits, and seems satisfied to stay, and strike as well. He stands his ground. He almost seems to be waiting for something.
Round 8, Init 14
Seeing Mort being surrounded, Tynan once again stabs at the now familiar back of the tiefling.
HP:22/22
Saves:F3,R7,W2
Round 8, Init 21
AC: 16 (T: 14 FF: 12)
HP: 9/21
Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +0
Melee - +3 / Ranged - +6 (+7 Point Blank)
Equipped: Loaded Crossbow
Perception +6/ Know (Dungeoneering) +6 / Know (Local) +7 / Sense Motive +4
The heretical mace finally finds the halfling's small form, leaving a cruel blow.
"বিপদ ঘর সংগ্রাম পর্যন্ত ধরা হচ্ছে. এটি সাধারণত শয়তানেরা সঙ্গে প্রতিপক্ষের এর পুলিশ এর ধকল সহ্য যারা আমাদের মতই বান্দা হয়"
The trick is to make sure one is aligned with the correct house, and these disgusting infidels certainly are not correct in any way. I think I'd rather be friends with a Milani-ite! She glares at the mace as it disappears, confirmed in the correctness of being with this group against this menagerie of heretics.
Then the archer's arrow finds her small form and she almost stumbles on her feet, her armor deflecting just enough of the blow to spare her from being entirely run through. Maybe my choice isn't so wise…
Almost staggering on her feet, she pulls a vial from her bandolier and quaffs the liquid.
AC 17 (19, PoSoF), 21 (23, PoSoF) on AoO; 16/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex
Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 20, 18 if flat footed
Feeling the pressure of the longsword attack on his back again Mortimer finds himself crying out, "Quit that!"
He re-assesses Thedrick's strength, wiping the sweat from his nose with his thumb and tries an uppercut,
for
followed by an attempted straight punch to the throat.
for
Round 8, Init 12
Sol moves up the statue, taking her time to shoot at the far bow-wielding tiefling.
to hit (+bless)
damage.
AC=18
HP=28/28
Right hand = longbow
Left hand =
to hit (+bless,-combat)
damage.
Round: 8, Initiative: 9
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (8/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (2/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria coughs up a little blood* but tries to keep his demeanor calm.
”Rae, wait a moment!”
He cures Rae one more time before she rushes off into battle.
Round 8, Init 9--
"eh.Guess I can.." How fast does he think I can move right Noo-Ohmy, that's *GooD*!!
The healing oozes through her being like the heat of a good whiskey on a cold night. A delicious shudder slides through her entire body as she gets to her feet and heads up the ramp towards the fighting.
Pillette narrowly avoids permanent blackness, healing herself quickly with a quaff. Tynan strikes again, moving almost in rhythm with his quarry, and the tiefling falls. Solrisa tries to finish what the slip started, but comes up short for her footing on the statue/ramp. Ascaria bleeds, then heals Raella. Mortimer continues to miss Thedrick with every flung fist. Raella gets to her feet, then joins her sister on the ascent to the balcony.
The tiefling archer turns away from the halfling, sure of his work, and sights the backstabber instead. He fires at Tynan.
Missing mightily, he begins his retreat down the southern balcony.
Thedrick backs into the doorway, murmuring infernal words that bring another ear-clapping boom upon Tynan and Mortimer.
Thedrick eyes the two with avid curiosity. He brings his sole eye to bear on Mortimer. "It appears we're in a bit of a stalemate, you and I. A man your size, you'd think you'd be as easy to hit as the broadside of a..."
Your strikes against the old man at least allow you a glimpse of the symbol of Asmodeus emblazoned on his breast, in dried blood.
Round 9, Init 14
Tynan moves to follow the archer, but reels at the deafening roar. His short sword dropping to the ground, Tynan weaves unsteadily on the balcony.
I need to... What? BOOM! Oh...
HP:20/22
Saves:F3,R7,W2
Round 9, Init 21
AC: 16 (T: 14 FF: 12)
HP: 9/21
Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +0
Melee - +3 / Ranged - +6 (+7 Point Blank)
Equipped: Crossbow
Perception +6/ Know (Dungeoneering) +6 / Know (Local) +7 / Sense Motive +4
A little refreshed by the potion, Pillette takes a step back, loads her bow, and fires at the archer. "That's it. Come nice and close, demonspawn."
Round 9, Init 12
Sol moves again and fires another suppressive at the tiefling.
to hit (+bless)
damage.
AC=18
HP=28/28
Right hand = longbow
Left hand =
to hit (+bless)
damage.
Round: 9, Initiative: 9
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (8/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (1/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria scratches at a wound that just opened on his arm* and considers breaking out the bandages, but there’s no time. Instead he applies his magics to himself to try and remain standing. Worried the party will move too far afield and he won't be able to heal them, he starts up the statue himself - a few feet anyway.
AC 17 (19, PoSoF), 21 (23, PoSoF) on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex
Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 20, 18 if flat footed
Round 9, Init 9-
Mortimer's thoughts are suddenly replaced by yellow as the percussive nature of Thedrick's attack offlines his brain. He stands frozen agape and drops the keys and empty flask.
Round 9, Init 9--
Rae continues to hustle towards where the fighting is. Mort's in trouble! How long was I out?
Out of breath, she still moves faster than most and is soon beside the large man. "Don't worry, Mort. I got your back!"
Pillette misses the archer as he repositions. Tynan drops his sword against his will, stunned into inactivity. Solrisa manages to fire an arrow in the archer's general direction. Ascaria draws a zero sum as he hurts and heals at similar strength. Mortimer drops his wares, key and flask, drawing Thedrick's gaze to the floor, briefly. Raella flies like the wind, ending up painfully close to the Asmodean.
The archer returns fire at the halfling, before moving along the balcony.
He spits down in the slip's direction.
"เช่นเดียวกับความเชื่อของฉันมีจุดมุ่งหมายที่แท้จริงของฉันคือกว่าของคุณ"
"Like my faith, my aim is truer than yours."
Meanwhile, Thedrick sighs, observing the key on the floor in front of the stunned Mortimer. He looks over the newly-arrived warrior, and steps up alongside her. He looks into the giant's eyes. "Pardon me for a moment, I'll be with you shortly... She doesn't look long for this world."
He brings the mace up, then downwards, hoping to bloody Raella the same way she was by the half-orc.
AC 17 (19, PoSoF), 21 (23, PoSoF) on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex
Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 20, 18 if flat footed
Round 10, Init 9-
The yellow turns to green, then to blue then finally to normal as Mortimer's brain slowly recovers from the noisy spell.
"She doesn't look long for this world."
His eyes flicker back to life as his conscious fully returns and he roars, "HEY!! Don't you touch her!!!! And I told you to STOP making ugly noises! He abruptly launches himself at the Old Man in front of the stairs.
Oh, Rae...
Round 10, Init 14
Shaking off the effects of the sonic attack, Tynan hastily snatches up his fallen short sword, and resumes his pursuit of the devilish archer.
You're not getting away from me that easily...
HP:20/22
Saves:F3,R7,W2
Round 10, Init 12
Sol moves up and again shoots near the tiefling.
to hit (+bless)
damage.
AC=18
HP=28/28
Right hand = longbow
Left hand =
[ dice]1d20+5+1[/dice] to hit (+bless)
[ dice]1d8[/dice] damage.
Round: 10, Initiative: 9
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (10/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (1/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria winces, waiting for the pain due from Mort… but nothing happens. He grins with relief and keeps moving up the ramp. He uses the wand on himself to try and get ahead of the game.
Round 10, Init 21
AC: 16 (T: 14 FF: 12)
HP: 3/21
Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +0
Melee - +3 / Ranged - +6 (+7 Point Blank)
Equipped: Crossbow
Perception +6/ Know (Dungeoneering) +6 / Know (Local) +7 / Sense Motive +4
Almost staggering again, another arrow narrowly missing lodging deeply within her, she takes a step back, looking for a clear shot at the balcony - and to be closer to the cover of the statutes.
The halfling grimaces as her deft hands load another bolt, before firing at the Tiefling.
"হাহ, পলাতকদের? একটু স্লিপ নিতে না পারেন, কোন ব্যাপার কি?"
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Round 10, init 9--
"Oh good, Mort, you hold him still. I'll help him stay that way.." foreverrrrrr
Pillette taunts the tiefling in its last moments, as it slumps over on the floor of the southern balcony. Tynan reacquires his blade, and moves to the southern balcony, only to witness his quarry fall. Solrisa sidles up alongside her sister, and brings her soothing touch to bear.
Ascaria continues to bleed the wand of its precious healing stores. Mortimer grapples an old man, while Raella struggles to find her strength, missing the grappled old man with her blade.
Thedrick drops his heavy mace, almost managing to thump the giant's foot in the process. Out of sight, the old man pulls a dagger from his belt, and proceeds to stab at Raella, in spite of his current circumstance. He seethes at Mortimer, his breath tinged with spittle.
"You dare lay hands on me?! You think your meatslabs are enough to keep me from striking at your love?! Watch me..."
Round: 11, Initiative: 9
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (10/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (1/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria, seeing no-one but still hearing the sounds of battle, clambers up the statue and rushes to the corner hoping no one drops while he’s too far to help.
"How's it going?! Is anyone down?!"
Round 11, Init 21
AC: 16 (T: 14 FF: 12)
HP: 3/21
Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +0
Melee - +3 / Ranged - +6 (+7 Point Blank)
Equipped: Crossbow
Perception +6/ Know (Dungeoneering) +6 / Know (Local) +7 / Sense Motive +4
The halfling breathes a big sigh of relief when the Tiefling finally falls. "Thank the Arch Lord!"
She gingerly scrambles and scampers up the statue towards the others, her multiply-pierced armor hanging on by threads.
.
Round 10, Edit
Shaking off the effects of the sonic attack, Tynan hastily snatches up his fallen short sword, and looks for his quarry. He sees the devilish archer fall to a crossbow bolt, and carefully sizes up the priest being grappled by Mort.
Good shooting, Pillette!
______________
Round 11, Init 14
Wanting to assure the priest's escape route is blocked, Tynan dodges behind Mort as he grapples with the old man. Leaping onto the throne, Tynan attempts to find a way past the two, but is stymied in his movements, leaving him standing on the throne.
Well, that didn't go as planned...
HP:20/22
Saves:F3,R7,W2
In the confusion of the melee and embrace, Tynan bounces off Thedrick, but can't find his way through the doorway. For those who can see down the lit corridor, and down the stairs, there doesn't appear to be anyone on the approach.
Solrisa delays, waiting to see what Mort and Rae do.
AC 17 (19, PoSoF), 21 (23, PoSoF) on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex
Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 20, 18 if flat footed
Round 11, Init 9-
"You dare lay hands on me?! You think your meatslabs are enough to keep me from striking at your love?! Watch me..."
What'd he say?!
"What?"Mortimer watches Thedrick flail out at Rae.
"Why are you still trying to..."
Mortimer tries to slam Thedrick's body into the corner in a very obvious attempt pin him.
I will not abide you!
Mortimer feels Thedrick's body give a little, possibly a rib snapping in the old man's bony frame. Initial resistance gives way to grim resignation. "Fine, I will try no longer... you have me... I surrender..."
AC 17 (19, PoSoF), 21 (23, PoSoF) on AoO; 26/26 HP
BAB = +3 (level 3)
ToHit = 1d20+7
RHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
LHit = 1d20+7-2 (-1 to hit, +2 dam on Power Attack)
Throw = 1d20 + BAB + Dex
Fort+4 (+4 vs inhaled and contact poisons, +2 vs. disease)
Reflex+5
Will+2
Initiative+2
CMD = 20, 18 if flat footed
"Fine, I will try no longer... you have me... I surrender..."
"It's too late for that Thedrick," growls Mortimer. He leans in a little so that Thedrick can feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. "You choose this path. You knew the risk. We'll root out every last one of your evil kin and put an end to what you're trying to start here, starting with you. Rae, please relieve him of his misery, however you so choose."
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Rae nods once, then levels her blade against the man's throat.
"Surrender to the grace of Pharasma, for the rest of us have none for you." she adds quietly.
Sol claps gleefully for her sister's mercy.
Mortimer lets the lifeless (and headless) body of Thedrick slump to the cold stony ground. He stares at it briefly but blankly, his chest heaving from the exertion of the combat.
He retrieves the key he dropped.
"Beware, Kendra might still be around, and I'm not really sure how those doors slammed behind me," he cautions.
He looks around, slightly in alarm. "Where's Canary and Pillette?" He produces a potion of healing from his backpack and holds it up. "Does anyone need this?"
Round 11, Init 8
Sol moves to check to make sure the far tiefling is dead, stowing the bow as she moves. She draws her shield on her second movement.
Oh! I'm so proud of Rae!
Sol goes over to the tiefling, re-equipping her shield as she goes. If the tiefling has life within him, she gives him mercy.
She searches the tiefling, replenishing her arrows, while she waits for others to come together.
Tynan leaps down from the throne, and takes up a watching position in the doorway. He listens carefully down the corridor for signs on any combatants heading their way.
HP:20/22
Saves:F3,R7,W2
Weapon Equipped = Wand cure light wounds
Cold Iron Bullets (2/10), Silver Bullets (10/10)
Conditions = Blessed (13/30r)
Life Link (3) = Mort, Rae, Pillette
Channel Energy (0/7) (DC: 15)(Avoid 4) (2d6+1)
Amiable Blunder (1/1) (if Diplomacy failed by >5, reroll to avoid worsening attitude)
Melee Attack: BAB +2, Size +1 Damage: +0
Ranged Attack: BAB +2, Dex +1, Size +1 Damage: +0
Spells (Caster Level 3, Concentration +7)
Once per Day: Arcane Mark,
Zero (14): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Spark, Stabilize
First (15): (1/6) Bless, Cure Light Wounds, Diagnose Disease, Liberating Command
Ascaria rushes the rest of the way to the battle site and stops short as Sol finishes another tiefling. He’s glad the combat is over, but he tastes the bitterness on his lips as the adrenaline burns through his system. He blurts out, ”What was that? Sol? Rae? Next time listen to Mort here and wait a tick before rushing in. This room was nearly our deaths and I don’t think it needed to be if we’re a little smarter. I’ve used nearly all my resources which is going to hurt if we have another tough fight. So everyone try not to get hit so much.”
He continues, ”OK, let’s get healed up while we can. If we leave, they’ll just double the guard on our return - or just find another place to hide their cult. So let’s press on, but first, healing!” he grins.
Ascaria goes around to the various party members applying the wand as needed, starting with Rae.
He uses the wand a couple times on himself as well. "Hell Blessed!"
He shakes it a few times, "We're going to need another of these soon."
After everyone is healthy, Ascaria eyes Rae for a while, and then wonders. He looks at Pillette, considers Sol and Tynan, and looks back to Pillette. He concentrates on her a moment as well.
AC: 16 (T: 14 FF: 12)
HP: 3/21
Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +0
Melee - +3 / Ranged - +6 (+7 Point Blank)
Equipped: Crossbow
Perception +6/ Know (Dungeoneering) +6 / Know (Local) +7 / Sense Motive +4
Pillette will carefully, gingerly move to catch up with the group. She looks to Ascaria's wand and Mort's potion. "That archer did skewer me." Once. Or Twice. Or more. Just an inch from my heart. Twice.
"I think information underestimated just how vile and dangerous these folks are." Worse than Smenk's suspicions. "We could always call in the Inquisition, but all who care about the good order and health of the land might be grateful to those who rid the land of such villainy." And having the gratitude of those in power is useful, if properly leveraged.
With the immediate danger removed, the pain from her wounds rushes in to fill the void. "Is there more in that wand, Ascaria? I uhhh, seem to still have a few leaks going on. Mort, you should hold onto your potion. There may be more trouble still."
Relieved that the Little People are safe, Mortimer relaxes a little.
"Hell Blessed!"
Does he really have to keep saying that at all, let alone so emphatically?!
"Mort, you should hold onto your potion. There may be more trouble still."
"You think your meatslabs are enough to keep me from striking at your love?!"
He was really trying to hit Rae. What was that?
Looks down at his arms as he reluctantly places the flask back into his backpack, and it dawns on him.Meatslabs. He meant my arms -- not the lot I'm with.
He cocks his head to the side and looks at Rae.
Oh, Rae! For a second I really thought you were a goner!
...
My "love"? What does he know of it? What would make him say something like that?
...
... Did he know me?...
He glowers down at Thedrick's corpse. Were you saying that she knows who I am?!!
...
Does anyone? He shakes his head. It'd be nice, but even I don't know myself. Surely I'm just going mad. This must be all in my head.
Folding his arms, he leans up against the wall to rest patiently while waiting for the others to finish healing themselves before pressing on.
Ascaria checks the wand, "We've burned about half this puppy. I surely hope these cultists have some loot down here so we can replenish this thing when we get back."
He carefully tucks it in his belt.
"So what's the plan? Do we want to try going back a little and finish checking those doors we passed in our haste? Or press on and try to find Kendra?"
He casts Detect Magic and pokes around the bodies for items of clear value. Then rejoins the others.
He peers down the hallway, but sees little. "I suggest we press on rather than go back. I want to stop that Kendra as quickly as we can."
"I heard animals of some sort in the side room when I was scouting. I was going to come back and tell everyone, but someone decided to follow me and tipped our hand." Tynan gives Sol a look. "If Pillette or I are scouting, please wait patiently so we can give the group useful information, rather than all of us wandering into a death trap."
"If Pillette or I are scouting, please wait patiently so we can give the group useful information, rather than all of us wandering into a death trap."
Sol smiles sweetly at Tynan.
"I'm Sol, that's Rae. I think you have us confused," Sol reminds happily. "She's amazing so I'm not sure how you could have us confused. But she went in to go protect me, that's my big sister."
Sol ensures her shield is snuggly on her arm.
"I will, of course, let you scout ahead, Tynan. I hope the dragon protects you...however, if I see evil, I will not always wait."
Frustration is evident in Tynan's voice.
"No, Sol... it was you who followed me down the corridor, and then loudly started telling Mort about the statue you saw, alerting them that we were here. I remember things quite clearly, thank you. You followed not ten feet behind me, the noise from your armor, and voice, both quite noticeable."
"Mort, look! A statue!" Sol points off into the darkness.
Sol waits for Tynan to go and follows at a distance.
Tynan takes a deep breath, and continues.
"That's all done now. Should we take care of the beasts in that room we passed, or proceed after Kendra as Canary suggests? I'm inclined to agree with him. She could be alerting more cultists as we speak."
"Well, if we're all done blaming each other, let's keep moving. That woman went this way. Let's go after her."
The throne on which you so recently perched appears to have a single red stone set in the left armrest. Its setting doesn't appear to be for ornamental purposes.
As for the corridor down the stairs, not a sound.
Your eyes roam over the fallen form of Thedrick, with several items of note, for the duration you study him, which detect as magic.
3 scrolls
1 potion
Full Plate, Blood Symbol of Asmodeus set into the breast
Ring
There are also the more mundane, though well-crafted items that catch your cloudy eyes as well:
MW Heavy Mace
Dagger
Below, the half-orc is not without his attractions, though none of it detects as magic:
MW Heavy Flail
Dagger
Half Plate
Light Steel Shield
Pouch
Solrisa finishes off the not-quite-firmly-dead tiefling archer, gathering his remaining arrows(10). The archer dons studded leather, as well as a similarly-crafted bow as the one Solrisa sports.
Tynan can see down the stairs, a well-lit passage meant for human eyes. A room awaits just ahead. Solrisa can see another set of stairs leading down from the balcony, the archer's intended retreat.
Rae puts one hand on her sister's elbow. "Stay back aways with me while Tynan looks ahead. I'm less likely to do something rash if you stay with me." There. I worded that right to keep her back, right?
As the discussion of tactics takes place, Pillette will take a quick pat through the downed archers and/or heretical father (as far as she can get during the exchange), looking for anything particularly interesting.
"Kendra should not be allowed to escape, if at all possible." She's not likely to be pleased with any of us, as we slew her half-breed mate, or with me, as I skewered her with a bolt.