The door across the room opens. (about 80 feet away or so)
A lizardman walks in. An old one. Unarmed, unarmored. He seems to be...sleepwalking. He's carrying potions; 10 of them.
know local d.c. 20
Oso's cooling healing eases the pain and relaxes the part other holy symbols cannot reach.
"Elgan can you hit me with that wand a couple of times, I got clubbed, ma head hurts."
"Sure T'ing dere'." Elgan Taps kind Cleric twice with the wand. Then looks over at Altai.
"Yeh Altee, ah reckon's dat's prolly purty much whut dem othuh's feelin' lahk when we'se dun wit' 'em." The druid says with a grin.
Elgan looks around at the group.
"Dey's a few mo'e charges lef' in dis heah wand, an' ah've got a few spells ah kin trade in fer deh lady's favuh an heal wit'. But dey's a couple dat ah reely wan'ta keep. Jes tah share wit' ol' fang-snout when we gets tah him!"
Don't blame me, blame Bruce Campbell.
Pip looks warily at the lizardman
"Seems a little late for a cure potion, eh fellahs?" He jokes weakly
"Haha! I guess we should't look a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever that saying is." Altai pockets a potion, passing the others along to the otherparty members. "Now, with the hags down, theres... who left, exactly? The vampire, his demonic mistress and his remaining daughter?"
"Also, demons are shapechangers. Don't trust anything or anyone you see."
As the others relieve the sleepwalking lizardman of his burden, Elgan gets a curious look on his face, and glares around the room suspiciously.
"Dat's awful weird co-inky-dink fellah's." He says in a hushed, conspiratorial tone of voice.
"Iz almos' lahk sumwun wanted us tah have dem potions. Lahk sumone wuz watchin' us. Makes yeh wundeh if'n sumwhar dey's not sum google-eyed, scraggily bearded mysterious ol' feller watchin' evert'ing we say an' do, an' laughin' at us deh whole time,..."
With narrowed eyes he looks around the room, looking upwards, and unknowingly looks directly into the camera. He raises one thin eyebrow elegantly. Then snorts in nervous laughter and grins at Altai.
"Naw, Dat's crazy-talk. Dis heah place has got me on pins n needles! C'mon, le's go an' git dis fang-face, ah gots a present fer 'im!"
Pip strums Lucille
Who's the dreamed and who's the dreamer
Who imagines what we see
'Twixt the dream and cold reality
Is where the truth most likely be ...
Finishes his strumming
OK enough woolgathering, lets go kick some vampire butt!
Belts out a power chord
Sakatha your days are numbered,
Your doom will soon be coming nigh,
For the Regulators have your number,
Soon you will gasp your final sigh!
He leads down a stairway that must encircle the tree twice, into a smallish room; tables line the walls with potion brewing equipment.
There's a massive bubbling cauldron on the side of the room, and next to it a passageway to the west; also a passage east, with stairs going down.
There's a man chained by a collar slumped against the north wall, wearing scant homespun. He looks pretty big, all lean muscle; whatever his comportment in life it's definitely physical.
The elderly lizardman returns to his potionmaking, oblivious to your presences.
Absorbed with an interesting chord change he has just dreamed up, Pip is oblivious
"A,B, C minor, C, A minor ..."
Oso nods back, "After Baal we gonna get you fixed up an home again. Sir."
He pats him lightly on the cheek and turns back to the others. "Dis is gettin' personal now. Gittik stake him good and proper. I gonna spell you up with Kelanen's strength and protections just so he'll be easy."
The black priest smiles at Pip. "Let's do some good."
Oso nods back, "After Baal we gonna get you fixed up an home again. Sir."
He pats him lightly on the cheek and turns back to the others. "Dis is gettin' personal now. Gittik stake him good and proper. I gonna spell you up with Kelanen's strength and protections just so he'll be easy."
The black priest smiles at Pip. "Let's do some good."
"So, you want me stake this guy, or save him?"