Ability damage only results in a penalty to actions associated with that ability score; it does NOT make you lose access to feats or spells that require ability score minimums, since your actual ability score does not lower.
Thus, Eli's Con score to reach, for purposes of death, is still -10 not -8. Quzman stabilized him and saved his life. Until he recovers his Con, Eli is currently at 20/37 hps.
Eli shivers as he regains consciousness, I..t's so cold, ar...e they d...ead? Jameena's healing powers warm the adventure quickly. Still in some pain he pulls the goblin's curative wand out and touches it to the last remaining red blisters. I am weak, but it seems to me that chamber back there allowed us to recuperate much faster than normal. Maybe we should return there and gain our strength back."
"I think you might be right my friend. Here, let me help you back up to the ledge above.", as Quzman moves to assist Eli back to the top so we can move back to recover his strength.
Dumah will keep watch while the others are helped back up to the main level. Where do you think is a secure place to rest? I think this chamber here is not a good choice, in case more of those things find there way here.
"We should go back, we seemed to recover in merely hours what normally would have taken us days. There must be some divine presence there that aids us."
The garden was safe before and it expedited your rest, so you decide to use it again. 2 hours later, you feel refreshed, but you feel the magic has been drained and whatever special property the room had, it has vanished.
You pass through the arch in the treasure room to find stairs leading down to a massive stone door, upon which words are carved into in Terran, which Dumah translates to read as follows: "Within lies Shirak, most fervent of Rovagug's followers. Death and curses to all who dare plunder her tomb!"
"How pleasant. I'd suggest being very careful from here on out..." Ty mutters upon hearing the mage's translation of the strange runes.
"That sounds promising... The chance to remove a blight on this world caused by a misguided fool who follows the Rough Beast is is welcome to me. When you are ready, I can try and open this door for us."
"Well, it seems we must get through here if we are going to find the magic the Vadishal demands we find. Whenever you are ready Quzman, do your thing." Pulling a vial from his pouch he stands ready with the potion in one hand and Tempest in the other.
When everyone is ready to progress, Dumah will cast Mage Armor on himself, stow his walking stick and get his scroll of True Strike out, having it at the ready in his offhand.
After he finishes translating for the others, Dumah ponders for a moment. Shirak? Have I come across that before…? He concentrates, mentally sifting through his prior readings on prominent servants of Rovagug.
Knowledge History
Knowledge Nobility
Knowledge Planes
Knowledge Religion
Spells Memorized:
0 Level (4): Detect Magic, Light, Ray of Frost, Presdigitation (each usable nine times daily)
1st Level (4+1): Mage Armor, Shield, Grease, Magic Missile, Magic Missile*
2nd Level (4+1): Glitterdust, See Invisibility, Cats Grace, Scorching Ray, Flaming Sphere*
3rd Level (3+1): Haste, Haste, Lightning Bolt*, Fireball*
As he hears the last comments and actions of his friends preparing for what lay beyond, Quzman turns to the door and throws all of his effort into opening it wide.
As Quzman concentrates and exerts all of his strength pulling, nearly straining his back, the door moves, releasing dust into the air, as it grates across the aground. Beyond the door, there is only darkness.
Jameena steps boldly into the room, divine light shining from her scimitar.
Armed with your light sources and your senses on point, the party walks into the dusty room. The floor is rough stone and cut in even square pieces. With the radius of your light, you believe the room is 50' wide and you think you see columns in the SE and SW corners of the room. The ceiling is outside the radius of your light. You proceed forward slowly only to see the pedestal of a statue in the middle of the room. The stone base is present but nothing else.
Suddenly, 20' to the west of you, from the darkness and into the edge of your light comes what appears to be a winged horse with a dragon tail and a fanged mouth flapping its wings, 15' above the ground.
After he finishes translating for the others, Dumah ponders for a moment. Shirak? Have I come across that before…? He concentrates, mentally sifting through his prior readings on prominent servants of Rovagug.
Knowledge History 1d20+10
Knowledge Nobility 1d20+8
Knowledge Planes 1d20+14
Knowledge Religion 1d20+12
As the creature passes within range, Ty fires a single arrow at it, hoping to start off the battle with a bang.
Attack
Damage
Possible Critical
Damage and
AC 22, DR 2, HP 59
Eli pours the potion down his throat as soon as he hears the flapping of the creatures wings. "We are not alone," he says as he stretches his arms, feeling the power of might surge through them.
After Eli drinks his potion, the fanged horse screams at the party "Shinde mirulak infernus!" in some awful sounding language that even Dumah does not understand, before unleashing a cone of searing fire from his mouth that hits the entire party! Nobody in the party manages to move in time to avoid the brunt of the fiery blast, except for Jameena. However, after the blast, all of you feel a deep painful sensation where your skin was burned that excruciatingly hurts every time you move.
Round 1:
Dumah and Eli are up!
Dumah rushes over to Quzman, arcane words already tumbling from his lips as he crosses over. When he reaches him, he touches Quzman with his hand, and single feather pinched between two fingers. Remember our exercises in the desert, the spell I have that makes you fly? It is now on you. It is the only time I can cast it right now, so use it well!
Move to H12 and use bonded object spell ability to cast Fly on Quzman.
Eli feels the blisters popping on his skin from the horses terrible, fiery breath. He starts to speak aloud the words of the Epic poem From the Inferno, a warriors ballad about the Gorrun Order and thier last stand against a horde of red dragons.
Move to H12 and use bonded object spell ability to cast Fly on Quzman.
The winged horse, wounded, looks at the archer and sees his scalding wound. He then casts magic at him.
Redo:
Dumah rushes over to Jameena, arcane words already tumbling from his lips as he crosses over. When he reaches her, he touches Jameena with a hand that has a single feather pinched between two fingers. Remember our exercises in the desert, the spell I have that makes you fly? It is now on you. It is the only time I can cast it right now, so use it well!
Move to G14 and use bonded object spell ability to cast Fly on Jameena.
AC 22, DR 2, HP 28/59
1d20
1d20
The winged horse casts magic. A vague shape appears and moves toward Tyronel, touching him.
The party sees Tyronel scream in terror, then sees him drop his bow and grasp at his heart, a frozen look of fear on his face, and then fall backwards, motionless!
Jameena's face takes on a look of hard determination.
"I will not let you down. Guard yourself while I engage this demon-spawn. Do you have any idea what it is and how best to fight it?"
Then the flying horse casts it's evil spell and Ty drops.
"NO! Perish by the might of the Dawnflower, creature of evil!", she cries out and launches herself upward, rushing towards the monster with outstretched scimitar.
Frantic that he can't reach the evil demonic horse, Quzman drops his scimitar and dagger, and pulls out his bow and lets an arrow fly. However, the pain in his hand from the fire and concern over not hitting Jameena causes him to miss.
Round 2:
Eli and Dumah are up!
Eying the grevious wounds that Tyronel inflicted as well as the positioning of his allies, Dumah opts for a safer route to try and put an end to the beast. With two fingers of his hand curled under, a few arcane words cause emerald darts of energy to launch from the other three fingers. The darts spiral past Eli and arc away from Jameena before slamming into the strange airborne horse.
Magic Missile damage
Unfortunately, the magic missiles fizz as they strike the creature!
Eli rushes to Ty's side and lays his hands on the fallen warrior intoning the words of magic that bring the warmth of healing. Hold Fast Sandstalkers!"
AC: 19, hp 43/12
Effects: bless, bull's strength, Inspire Courage, -4 blisters
Temp STR: 12 +1Eli rushes to Ty's side and lays his hands on the fallen warrior intoning the words of magic that bring the warmth of healing. Hold Fast Sandstalkers!"
The demonic horse, in an awkward sight, stands on its hind legs and proceeds to engage Jameena in combat. It bites the paladin once, ripping through her flesh, and then kicks her twice, breaking ribs and causing her to spit blood. "Die, holy scum" it yells in an unholy voice!
Seeing the beating the paladin just took, Quzman yells "Dumah, speed us up; Eli, do something, man, we're getting our asses kicked!" He then shoots 2 more arrows at the demonic horse thing, hitting once!
Jameena barely flinches, but pauses for a moment to wipe blood from her lip. A soft glow envelops her hand, and her bruises and burns recede visibly.
"So...you talk. Then use that voice to tell whatever foul god you serve that it was Jameena Al'Qadr, servant of Sarenrae, and the Sand Stalkers that slew you."
Her shining scimitar flashes, too fast for the eye to follow.
Round 3: Dumah will cast Haste on all of the Sand Stalkers.
Round 3:
Dumah cast Haste
Eli is up!
Eli cries out in anguish, "For this you will pay!" He charges across the room and with spring in his step runs up the wall alowing his magic slippers to keep him securly there. Once below the flying horse he jabs Tempest at the beasts underbelly.
The upright horse again full attacks the paladin and flies 5' up, out of the bard's reach. The paladin nearly falls from the force of the blows, but her Hero's Defiance thankfully saves her:
Jameena sends the flying horse a cold smile, then retaliates.
Edit: Crit threat