Hell's Rebels AP - Down with Thrune!

Game Master GM Red

"Screee!"

Helios attempts to finish what Sif started, raking and clawing and pecking at Green!

Bite vs. Green (IC): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Talon vs. Green (IC): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Talon vs. Green (IC): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
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*sigh*

Though she can't see the source of the mysterious voice, Morvena knows its somewhere in the room - but it's too packed to try and use magic to reveal him.

This is bad...

With few options, she begins another summoning spell...

Geoffrey mounts a vicious strike, and the Asmodean crumples up as blood drips from his chest. The mighty and magical eagle rakes green across the face, reopening some of his freshly healed wounds.

Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Orange pulls his robe sleeves up to expose a line of red pentagram tattoos, then swings twice with his fists. Geoffrey dodges both hits with ease.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (Invisible)
Yellow Asmodean Redactor (-5)
Morvena + Helios & Geoffrey (-8)
Orange Asmodean Redactor (-9)
Issil (-7), Padraig (-7), Victor
Green Asmodean Redactor (-4)

Pádraig Henry keeps singing and thrusts his rapier at the wounded orange Asmodean redactor. His voice is sounding a little hoarse.
(Only one more round of bardic performance left.)
Rapier, Inspire Courage; Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Crit!?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Crit Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Issil slides back into position before whacking the yellow-robed Asmodean.

Heavy Mace: 1d20 + 4 + 0 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 0 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10

"Aha, MUCH better! You must be guarding something valuable to fight so fiercely!"

AC is 18 this round.

Happy to see the options to stab dwindling in number, Victor slides up next to Issil, takes a quick peek at her backside as he does so All that dancing does her well I must say! "Make space for me!"

He stabs out at the boxer in front of him. If yellow is still up then stab at him, if he's down then targeting green.

Mithril Dagger, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 151d4 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

Padraig's voice may be getting weak, but his swordsmanship is more precise than ever, and orange struggles to stay up he's wounded to near death. Yellow slumps to the ground in a pile of flesh when Victor and Issil double team the Asmodean worshipper.

Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Green tries a new technique, pivoting on his feet and swinging underhand, but Issil leans out before any fist hits her.

"Asmodeus leaves no room for weakness!" The voice bellows. "Ruler of Hell, Dark Prince, Archfiend: Deliver us an implement of your rule, and allow us to lay waste to these nonbelievers!"

A large heavy mace flickers into existence next to Geoffrey, swaths of ethereal blood dripping off the spiked ball.

The levitating weapon swings at Geoffrey's forehead.
Spiritual Weapon: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
A chill runs down his spine as the mace comes within inches of his face.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (Invisible) + Spiritual Weapon
Morvena + Helios + Summon 2 & Geoffrey (-8)
Orange Asmodean Redactor (-15)
Issil (-7), Padraig (-7), Victor
Green Asmodean Redactor (-4)

"This Asmodeous fellow sounds like an alright chap!" Issil jokes as she clobbers another believer. "This leader you've been asking for... he's around here somewhere!"

Great...just great... Geoffrey grouses as the deadly weapon nearly takes his head off. Issil is doing all the wise-cracking, why not go after HER?

He grimly continues his attack against the Asmodean...

Attack Orange Asmodean.
Bastard Sword, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13; Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

"Screee!"

Emboldened by his success, Helios continues to rake and snap at Green...

Bite vs. Green: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Talon vs. Green: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Talon vs. Green: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Talon Crit?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
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Meanwhile, a new challenger enters the fray as Morvena's spell culminates and a fire beetle appears behind Green!

*Clik-clik-clik!*

And promptly attempts to bite him...

Bite vs. Green (Smite Evil): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Hah! Gwyn seems like a good name for you," Morvena cackles as the fire beetle appears. She quickly takes a step to the side and attempts to throw another dart of acid at Orange!

Acid Dart vs. Orange (Ranged Touch; IC, Into Melee): 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Perhaps distracted by the giant mace behind him, Geoffrey swings with his bastard sword and fumbles just as it's about to connect. Helios swoops in and harries the green-clad Asmodean with both talons across the face. The Asmodean loses his balance and falls on his knees, loudly sobbing as Helios gets in a final skull peck that proves to be fatal.

"Pitiful," the hidden man glowers. And with Gwyn delivering a fatal bite to the one remaining monk, the Asmodean redactors are defeated.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (Invisible) + Spiritual Weapon
Morvena + Helios + Gwyn & Geoffrey (-8)
Issil (-7), Padraig (-7), Victor

Seeing the last man visible fall, Victor fishes a potion out of his belt and steps over to Geoffrey "Open up, its time for your medicine!"

Move to retrieve, 5' step, standard to administer?

CLW vs Geoff: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"And down the minions go!" Issil cheers.

"Now then, the Carnelian Signet wishes for your audience. Present yourself before I burn this museum to the ground!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

She grins mischievously. Her eyes shine with a kind of malevolence as she speaks. Embers drift off of her hands as she gloats.

"Morvena, can you pull another rabbit out of your hat, or something that can scent the invisible bugaboo?"

Pádraig Henry stops singing for a moment, steps away from the unholy weapon, and casts cure light wounds on himself.
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Victor, you think your sewer pipes might help flush out this sneaky rat?"

"Burn it to the ground? You wouldn't dare." He retorts. "Besides, let's see if you're able to light a fire when you... cannot move."

As he begins to cast a spell, his invisibility fades, and you see the speaker. Sporting crimson hair and a goatee, the now-visible man wears a metal breastplate with a large, red pentagram of Asmodeus emblazoned on it. He carries one mace, with another dangling from his side. A red cape hangs just above his feet.

Issil needs a DC 15 Will save or is paralyzed for 4 rounds. She gets a new save each round if she fails.

The ethereal heavy mace swings at Geoffrey again.
Spiritual Weapon: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 71d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
... And again misses.

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul + Spiritual Weapon
Morvena + Helios + Gwyn & Geoffrey
Issil (-7), Padraig, Victor

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Really? You don't think I'll rob this place blind and torch the-"

Issil feels her body freeze in place. Damn, was that...yup I know that spell.

Unable to do anything, Issil tries to will herself free of his magic's grip.

I can make a full round action to break free, so here goes!
Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Through sheer willpower, Issil breaks free and regains her composure. "Well that was an interesting distraction. What other parlor trick do you have?"

"Aren't you a striking looking guy! Where'd you get that red hair, I've always heard that red heads were low born." Victor shrugs his shoulders as he moves to get a clear shot and lobs a gob of acid at the man in the fancy armor. Hrm, it'll be good to get some info on this fella... looks like a key to some locked church doors...

Acid Splash, RT: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d3 ⇒ 2

Pádraig Henry resumes singing, a delayed chorus to his inspiring melody.

He steps up to the unholy mace, trying to destroy the summoned weapon.
Rapier, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Padraig: You may want to know a spiritual weapon cannot be attacked or harmed by physical attacks as per the PRD.

Geoffrey gulps down the proffered potion before he wends his way towards the Asmodean avoiding the grease puddle in his way. "I'll give you the satisfaction of fighting me instead. One low-born to another." Geoffrey taunts as he swings his blade at the man, swinging low perhaps on purpose (?).

Move to position on map.
Attack Raul. Bastard Sword, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 = 7; Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 11

Geoffrey is actually middle class, he just wants to goad Raul he he.

Knowledge (arcana) to identify a spell effect that is in place DC22: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Pádraig Henry has no idea that he cannot damage the weapon.

With their mysterious foe now revealed, Morvena snaps her fingers and dismisses the puddle of grease that still covers part of the floor, it's earlier purpose now served.

Spellcraft (Ghost Flail?): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Spellcraft (DC 17): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

"Under normal circumstances I would simply suggest you surrender," Morvena calls out as she moves into the room, ducking past Padraig and the floating flail as she draws out a wand. "But since you and I and all others here know that Asmodeus brooks no weakness...I suppose we will simply have to kill you, instead. This is quite suitable as far as I am concerned!"
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Move action to move, move action to draw her wand. While it's up to the GM I checked the description for Spiritual Weapon and didn't see anything about it being able to take AoOs. The later spell, Spiritual Ally *does* make mention of AoOs, however.

"Scree!"

*Clik-clak-clik!*

Meanwhile, Helios and Gwyn turn their attention to the sole remaining foe that they can see, flapping and scuttling over to get their piece of him!

Helios Bite vs. Raul (IC): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Gwyn Bite vs. Raul (IC): 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Victor's acid splash lands, but he finds that it hits what looks like an illusory copy of Raul that moves along with the Asmodean cleric. The copy immediately vanishes in a puff of smoke upon impact.

Morvena slips by the magical mace with no consequence, drawing her wand while her summoned allies attack Raul. Helios' peck bounces off his armor, while Gwyn manages to sink her mandibles into his ankle. Raul laughs at the pain. "If I am to be defeated by an insignificant beetle, I am not worthy of Asmodeus!"

Exhausted of magic, Helios vanishes back to the outer planes.

"Low-born? I should not have expected more from a group of thieves. I'll soon have you begging for mercy," Raul taunts as Geoffrey's blade scrapes up some dust.

Spiritual Weapon vs Padraig: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 181d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Raul's magical mace swings at Padraig, and the halfling takes a firm wallop to the head, a large welt raising out of it. The mace also vanishes.

Raul raises his own weapon to the ceiling and closes his eyes. Lord of Hell, shower your might upon these thieves!

A black hazy aura billows out from Raul's mace, quickly filling the room. You all feel a burning pain emanating from within.
Channel Negative Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
Everyone, take 5 damage, or DC 13 Will for half.

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (-3)
Morvena + Gwyn & Geoffrey
Issil (-7), Padraig (-8), Victor

Will Save DC13: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Wounded by the phantom-wielded mace, then assaulted by a wave of unholy energy, Pádraig Henry casts another cure light wounds spell on himself.
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Finally, the brave halfling closes with Avernathi Raul, threatening the priest with his rapier.

Will Save vs Channel, DC13: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The wave of dark energy catches Victor unawares as he looks around trying to figure out exactly what that was. "Asmodean tricks? And if you're calling us thieves I suggest you look in the mirror. Rifling through paperwork at this museum doesn't sound like you're on the up and up either!"

Acid Splash, RT, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 221d3 ⇒ 3
Crit? Acid Splash, RT, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 31d3 ⇒ 3

PS, Can we see multiple copies still or no.

Will save DC 13: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Geoffrey steps to flank the Asmodean worshipper and hacks at him hard, "Sorry, offer is expired."

5' step on map.
Attack Raul. Bastard Sword, Flank, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 12; Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 1 = 13

"Asmodeous make me a sandwich! An infernal sandwich that will make Angels weep! With Devil's Ham and some Deviled Eggs on the side!" Now free of his hold, Issil takes every opportunity she can to mock this fool.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Issil feels the wrath of the Prince of Lies corrode her body. Sick of it, she charges ahead, mace held high.

Heavy Mace, Charging: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

AC is 15 this round.

Will (DC 13): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Morvena hisses as the unholy energy seems to burn her flesh but she tries to pay it no mind and raises her wand.

Wand of Acid Arrow (Ranged Touch; Into Melee): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 4 = 7
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
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Charges remaining (7).

*Clik-clik-clak*!

That's MISTER Beetle to you.

Gwyn continues to try and chow down on Raul's leg, eager to prove his worth to the one who'd summoned him!

Bite vs. Raul: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Gwyn, Will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Gwyn vanishes as he's enveloped by evil energy. Pádraig quickly tends his wounds while Victor splashes Raul with some acid. The Asmodean cleric ducks and dodges to avoid Geoffrey, Issil, and Morvena's attacks and magical arrow. Victor notices Raul's blurred copies have vanished.

"The paperwork is meaningless, as you'll soon see. But this looks like the perfect opportunity to get back in my boss' good graces. Imagine that. Tomorrow's headline: The Temple of Asmodeus and Lord-Mayor Thrune recognize the heroic Azvernathi Raul after he single-handedly defeats group of museum thieves," he gloats, throwing his head back and laughing. "Nice ring to it, huh?"

He snaps his fingers, and another wave of negative energy fills the room.
Channel negative: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7
DC 13 Will halves

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (-6)
Morvena (-5) & Geoffrey (-5)
Issil (-12), Padraig (-6), Victor (-5)

"Poor Gwyn...I will have to remember how fragile he is," Morvena remarks with some regret as the fire beetle vanishes under the first wave of dark energy. "But that still leaves you quite outnum-ahh!"

Will (DC 13): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Rrr...I will not fall to someone like you...!" Morvena hisses through clenched teeth as she tries throwing another acid arrow from her wand.

Acid Arrow (Ranged Touch; Into Melee): 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 4 = 5
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
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Charges remaining (6).

Will save DC 13: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

At least he does not recognize who we truly are...yet...

Geoffrey moves again to flank the pesky cleric, again striking to kill.

Move to position on map. Attack Raul.
Bastard Sword, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9; Slashing damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Issil resists most of his evil. "Now you're starting to recognize our worth."

She steps back and points at him. "Now HALT! You're boring me."

She casts Command against him to HALT.
Will Save DC 14. We can't take more of these channels.

"With conviction like yours, you could serve Asmodeus just as I do." Raul encourages Morvena as her acid arrow sails overhead.

Geoffrey steps up to flank him Raul, but adds yet another gash through the marble tiling.

Will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Issil's words have a decided effect, and Raul struggles to move as he suddenly comes under her compulsion. "G-gah... A m-minor setback..."

Combat Map

-- Bold is up --
Azvernathi Raul (-6, halted next round)
Morvena (-12) & Geoffrey (-12)
Issil (-15), Padraig (-6), Victor (-5)

Will Save, DC13: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 Victor flinches heavily as the invisible evilness wallops him again "UGH, you're obnoxiousness is really starting to HURT!"

Seeing Geoffrey on the far side of the cleric Victor's eyes widen "My dear Halfling friend, would you mind taking a step to the north so I can join the fray with gusto?" Victor prepares to charge in if an opening presents itself.

Will Save DC13: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Ever the helpful halfling, Pádraig Henry clears a path for Victor's glory. Then, the bard takes a stab at Azvernathi Raul himself.
Rapier: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
"Take that, you punk-ass bee-aatch of the Lord of Lies!"

Padraig steps aside and Victor charges across the museum with the dagger held up in his hand. As he reaches Raul, he adds a jump for effect, and the dagger sinks deep into Raul's neck. Blood gushes from the wound.

"No! Please don't kill me!" He begins to beg as he desperately attempts to stem the bleeding. He looks down at the fallen monks, and then continues to plead. "I am betraying Asmodeus, but I do not deserve to die here. Please let me live, you can have everything here!"

Raul is surrendering. Combat is over if accepted!

Final HP Status:
Morvena (-12) & Geoffrey (-12)
Issil (-15), Padraig (-9), Victor (-12)

Geoffrey lowers his blade but does keep an eye on the craven man. "Very well, we accept your surrender." He motions for Victor to search the man for any weapons. "Tell us Raul, why were you sent here and where are these documents you found earlier?"

"If only you gave your fallen allies a chance." Issil looks back at the devoted fools who gave their lives for him. Did they get a chance to surrender before he damned their souls to hell?

Issil debates caving the man's head in when Geoffrey accepts his terms. "Be glad my associate spoke up before I did, or your head would be decorating these walls."

Issil puts her mace away and retrieves her magical whip. "Now speak! What have you found here? Why are these documents worthless?"

Intimidate, Guidance: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21

She cracks her whip. "Speak before I burn you to a crisp."

Pádraig Henry disarms the man and binds him securely. Then the halfling whips his rapier back and forth near the man's neck, adding a menacing smile to Issil's threat.
"My friends asked you a question, Azvernathi Raul."
Intimidate to Aid Issil: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
The Helpful halfling trait grants the aided ally a +4 bonus.

Aid Intimidate, DC10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Victor gets in the man's face, after he's tied up of course, and hollers at him "Just call us thieves one more time... just one more time!" He keeps his blood soaked dagger out and at the ready as he liberates him from all his equipment. Take 20 on perception for a 27

Sense Motive vs Raul: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Victor wants to get an idea if this guy is just playing them or not. What's he up to... is he just a coward or? They sure do talk a big game, then turn into sacks of mush once they've been beaten.

Raul surrenders his weapons with reticence. He unstraps his heavy armor and removes it from his body. "Fine. Take it. Wear it proudly!" Even bloodied and near death, he manages a cocky grin. His armor is an ordinary breastplate other than its proud engraving of Asmodeus' pentagram. Victor doesn't get the sense that he's lying - he must really be a coward.

Raul carries two maces. One, a light mace, and the other a magical heavy mace.

Victor also finds a scroll of dispel magic and 2 vials of unholy water as well as four onyx gems in his pocket, likely of some value. "At least let me keep this," Raul pleads, tightly holding the golden unholy symbol around his neck.

Scanning your fallen foes, you notice two of the zombies have the exact same Victocora signet ring that Rexus has baked into their charred fingers...

"High priest Corinstian Grivenner sent me here. I do not know what I did to deserve this miserable post. I can't even enter the chambers below!" Raul protests. "The clergy sent those four others here to redact anything incriminating to the government. They were here to scour the pages to learn if any unfortunate truths may have leaked out, and then it was all to be sent to the Temple of Asmodeus for storage."

"And like I said, they hadn't found a damn thing!" He scoffs. "I've been doing my own research - anything that might help me learn about the chambers below. I have this one book, The History and Future of Humanity in my office. I believe it's sacred to followers of that dead human god, and that statue of him looks suspicious, but the chambers were built well after Aroden’s death. No way it says anything about them. Anyway, have a look at it yourself if you know something about Aroden that I do not. It's in my office," he says, pointing his thumb at the back room from where he came.

Spellcraft (DC 16): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

"Hmph...this weapon bears further research," Morvena mutters, having focused on inspecting the mace rather than give Raul any more of her attention than necessary. Until now, that is. Her eyes flicker to the charred zombies littering the ground and the rings that two of them bear.

"And these corpses...do not try and tell me that they were here when you and your lackeys arrived," she remarks coldly. "Who were they?"

Spellcraft+Guidance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13

Issil gives the mace a once over, but she can't make sense of it.

"Keep your symbol. I wouldn't sully myself with that trash." She scowls. "You'll need it when you repent for your failure, anyway."

"It sounds like there are even more riches below." She grins. "But first, what do we do with him? He is ready to grovel, but his allies fought to the death. Some even fought after their death." She casts a wayward glance at the zombies.

Geoffrey is silent for a moment as he thinks about the dilemma they found themselves in.

He has seen our faces and could tell his superiors of us. Telling them of the existence of the Ravens would curry favor with them!

He motions for the rest of the party out of earshot from Raul, "I know he cannot be allowed to leave this building alive, but killing him in cold blood is not in my nature," he explains quietly, "Perhaps we can knock him out for now. The chamber he speaks of is the key to this place. Let's investigate the tome he referred to, and see if he has anything else to offer."

Detect magic and Spellcraft DC16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
"Why it's an enchanted heavy mace +1."

Pádraig Henry pulls the others aside and whispers, "We've spared the man's life, but I'm not in favor of letting the man keep his unholy symbol, especially one forged of gold. If we don't want to melt down, we could at least sell it for what it's worth. It seems fitting irony that Asmodeus contribute a small token to our righteous rebellion."

The halfling nods in agreement with Geoffrey and turns to Victor, "Think your buddies at the salt works could put a shamed priest to work? A little extended manual labor might do him some good."

Victor smiles as he pulls out the valuables, doing it behind the man's back to keep up the mean and vicious front. "Look at all these things. The Church of Ass-Modeus pays its thugs well." Victor pulls out his sap and brains the guy from behind. NL Sneak Attack CDG BLAP!: 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) + (4, 3) = 16

Sense Motive, no playing dead/asleep!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Once he's certain the cleric is taking a long nap, Victor will speak plainly and normally. "Lots going on here. Like Padraig said, that holy symbol is cash in the bank. All this stuff is, good work." He takes a closer look at the gems.

Spellcraft vs Spell Components?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 "Well, those should be a bit of gold too. What about those zombies with the rings... I'm worried they could be Rexus's parents.. or at least family. Lets get those rings off of them to bring back to him."

When Padraig brings up the Salt Miners he seems wishy washy "That's a big risk to take. This guy is a coward, and cowards are unpredictable. I don't want to endanger our salty friends."

"Well, that was efficient," Morvena remarks as Victor suddenly lays the priest out with a blow from his sap. As she listens to the group discuss what to do with their prisoner, she scowls.

"He would have killed us all given the chance! We agreed to stay our hands but entered into no agreement as to how long," Morvena insists. "If he and his men did not kill these people," she gestures to the zombies, "then at the very least they are guilty of using their corpses as puppets and fodder. Why should we afford him any mercy?"

Issil sits back and watches Victor do his work. "Splendid."

"Melting the symbol may be a good idea. I'm not wearing that around my neck." Issil frowns.

"Let's look in the office and see what's in there. I thought up a good cover story, and he thinks we're a band of jewel thieves. If we don't want blood on our hands it may be better for him to tell the wrong story."

She glances at Padráig. "Nice mace...I may have to fight you for that."