Al follows Walter/Kyffin also with weapon in hand. "I hope that boy found food and water, he'll be parched if he ain't."
As the group leaves the prisoners behind, Tenebrynn turns around and shoots them a stink eye before spinning back to the group and catching up. "Do we have any food or water with us? Maybe we should bring some water at least."
"I still have my rations, for now, and can create water, so we're OK there at least." Kyffin answers Tenebrynn.
He wonders if the boy is the eye and shakes his head trying to dispel the thought.
With no clue where to start to find the boy, you make your way past the now-gone eye wall and decide to search methodically, starting by checking the doors closest to you, the ones you earlier bypassed on your way to the records room.
You follow the smears several of you noticed earlier down a hallway that ends in a pile of rubble to the door to what Al says is the conference room.
Tristan points Walter to the first door on the left. He takes his chalkboard out and sketches the map as he sees it.
"I think we should try going left here, then right...and then we'll see. The boy can't be far away. He can't have gone far."
The chalkboard map seems as good as any guiding device and Albert leads the way that Tristain indicates. "Why would that boy go off on his own, he must have had some reason?"
"Could have been scared. Or angry. Or curious. Lots of reasons." Tenebrynn shrugs, unsure if she'd ever run away and gotten into trouble like the little boy they were presently searching for. "Hope we find him soon, regardless. Yellow mist and yellow-robes and not-doctors and portal-people make for very dangerous halls."
"Sure. Left." Kyffin opens the door and peers inside.
HIs blade out signifies how dangerous he feels this place is. It's crazy - and no one can really be trusted without a conversation to ensure their sanity. He glances at Tristain... And sometimes not even then.
A once-handsome wood conference table now sits marred by the partially toppled southwest walls. Between heaps of collapsed stone, a closet door still stands.
Heinrich stares at the closet door and heads over to it, examining it before opening it.
Kyffin crosses the room, mindful of the debris and table, to the closet. He watches over Heinrich, maybe 15' away, ready to close as needed.
This was quite a nice place at one time. he wonders.
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"Meeting room, huh?" Tristain watches from the doorway, unwilling to enter just yet.
Perception
"ANY LOST BOYS IN HERE? WE CAN TAKE BACK TO THE STARTING CORNER IF YOU WANT TO ORIENT YOURSELF IN THIS POCKET DIMENSION! COME TO US IF YOU CRAVE RELEVANCE!!" Tristain shouts into the room, hoping that the boy no longer wishes to be lost.
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Tenebrynn vanishes underneath the table as she wanders about, waiting for Heinrich to finish with his inspection of the closet. Her voice wafts up, slightly muffled, from beneath the formerly great piece of furniture, "Oo! What's this? A chunk of salt? Blech! Nope! Nope nope! Not salt!"
Nothing responds to Tristain's holler as Heinrich examines the door. He finds no traps, but the moment he opens it, a heavy, liquid-filled
glass jar containing a strange fleshy thing topples onto him .
At first, he thought it was just something that shifted in whatever damaged the asylum, but a moment later he takes in the full contents of the closet. It features a plain shelf, roughly 6 feet high, from which the mason jar toppled. But below that, a collection of floating, aberrant brains, spinal columns, and dissections sit in what he can only call some a sort of nest made from lab coats and possibly other remains.
A deformed humanoid creature -- looking almost like a grotesque fetus with an overly large head -- sits on the shelf, another among the nest below.
They're pickled punks, deformed, often-humanoid fetuses brought to unlife somehow while stored in embalming fluid.
Tenebrynn pokes her head out from beneath the table at the sound of glass breaking and her face instantly scrunches up in disgust. "What in the- get away from there, Heinrich! What even are those?!" She spins around, leaping deftly up onto the top of the broken table, and sends a blast of debris and small stones into the strange thing near her friend's face, hoping to jolt him into movement.
HP: 21/21
Nonlethal:
AC: 15 (13 T / 12 FF)
Fort: +6 // Ref: +6 // Will: +1 (+2 vs illusion)
Burn Accrued: 0/6
SLAs: dancing lights [ ], ghost sound [ ], prestidigitation [ ], speak with animals [ ]
Ongoing Effects:
Warden of Nature: +1 to hit/+2 dodge bonus vs aberrations, oozes, vermin
Foe of the Strange: +1 to saves vs aberrations, -10 to confusion results
Point Blank Shot: +1/+1
Round 1, Init 16
Know (Religion)
"Oh! OH! Those are undead baby fetii! NEAT!! I'm not sure that those aren't how the people of this demi-dimension don't repopulate. We should consider carefully if we want to kill them or not."
Tristain delays his attack, waiting to see if the necrochildren are evil and attacky.
HP: 13/13
AC: 12
[ dice]1d20+0[/dice] to hit; ()
[ dice]1d8-1[/dice] piercing damage
Round 1, Initiative: 15
Weapon Equipped = Scimitar
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 6/10
Conditions = None
Melee: Attack: BAB +1, Str +3 Damage: Str +3
Ranged: Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0 (Str +3 thrown)
Blessings (3/4) (DC 13) (Holy Strike or Powerful Healer)
Fervor (3/3) (1d6)
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +4)
Once Per Day (12): Prestidigitation
Zero (12): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Stabilize
First (13): Divine Favor, Divine Favor,
Kyffin also waits to see if the creatures, whatever they are, are hostile. He walks up to stand next to Heinrich, but only brings his blade to bear if they attack (Ready Action).
Round 1, init 15
Albert levels his polearm at the disgusting malformations. "Them things look evil to me, ain't nothing natural about those creatures."
Tristain: 24
Albert: 15
Tenebrynn: 19
Kyffin: 15
Heinrich: 6
Antagonist: 13
The creatures clearly move to defend their bizarre nest, while you defend yourselves and Heinrich.
Tristain waits to see if they're evil , and while Albert certainly detects evil from that area, he's not sure what it's from yet.
Tenebrynn is less willing to wait, but her blast of debris slams into the close door, the space too tight for her to get a close shot. Walter, similarly, can't find a good angle, his sword hacking into the shelf instead of the creature as one leaps toward him, and the other toward Heinrich.
Walter's able to slash his foe as it tries to bite his leg, knocking it away and preventing it from hurting him , but Heinrich is less lucky and the thing latches on to him.
Tristain readies his long spear to stab one of the evil babies if it comes closer.
to hit;
damage.
"Undead baby fetuses?! Ew ew EW! Get away from Heinrich you nasty little things!" The slight little gnome then flips forward off the table and steadies herself by the wall. Wind whips and slashes around her as she gathers it about her for a few moments, then she hurls it forward. Fifty mile an hour winds suddenly gust through the room, washing her friends in a tremendous funnel of air as she tries to rip the tiny undead off of Heinrich and send them tumbling away.
HP: 21/21
Nonlethal: 1
AC: 15 (13 T / 12 FF)
Fort: +6 // Ref: +6 // Will: +1 (+2 vs illusion)
Burn Accrued: 1/6
SLAs: dancing lights [ ], ghost sound [ ], prestidigitation [ ], speak with animals [ ]
Ongoing Effects:
Warden of Nature: +1 to hit/+2 dodge bonus vs aberrations, oozes, vermin
Foe of the Strange: +1 to saves vs aberrations, -10 to confusion results
Point Blank Shot: +1/+1
"GET IT OFF ME! VILE FILTHY THING!" Heinrich pulls his mutagen from his pocket and drinks it, if he can!
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Heinrich bubbles and changes, his features becoming bestial and feral. "I'm BACK, loves! What fresh fear did the old coward face this time? Ah, dead babies. Another Tuesday, is it?" Bloody Knuckles cracks his eponymous knuckles and smiles.
Round 2, Initiative: 15
Weapon Equipped = Scimitar
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 6/10
Conditions = None
Melee: Attack: BAB +1, Str +3 Damage: Str +3
Ranged: Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0 (Str +3 thrown)
Blessings (3/4) (DC 13) (Holy Strike or Powerful Healer)
Fervor (3/3) (1d6)
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +4)
Once Per Day (12): Prestidigitation
Zero (12): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Stabilize
First (13): Divine Favor, Divine Favor,
Kyffin, a little fearfully truth be told, swats at his baby with force.
They are typically evil.
They can latch onto foes they bite, letting them bite more easily ; they also are usually pickled in a liquid that irritates living creatures' skin; and they dissolve into a disgusting sludge when killed, which can nauseate nearby creatures.
"Oh yeah..." Tristain says as if remembering something from long ago. Something that he doesn't even remember remembering or learning. "Oh, they are evil. Totally evil. We should kill them dead and get away from them...they will smell bad. Oh...Oh...bad..." Tristain wishes he had a wall to bonk his head into.
Albert shifts to a better angle for slashing the creepy thing away from Kyffin.
Tristain: 24
Albert: 15
Tenebrynn: 19
Kyffin: 15
Heinrich: 6
Antagonist: 13
Tristain readies his spear -- happily not nearly killing one of his companions with it, for a change -- as Albert backs off and slashes the thing attacking Kyffin -- though its slightly gelatinous form seems to give way to the blade as much as be cut by it .
The gnome's magic pushes the things back into the closet, inadvertently foiling Walter's strike, but they bounce off it and rush forward again toward Walter and Bloody Knuckles.
This time, Bloody Knuckles is prepared and knocks the thing in the head, disrupting its attack, but getting more of its liquid slime on himself.
The other one lands on Walter, its teeth latching on
PP1 7/3*
PP2: 7/2*
Round 3, Initiative: 15
Weapon Equipped = Scimitar & Morning Star
Silver Blanch, Cold Iron Bolts = 6/10
Conditions = None
Melee: Attack: BAB +1, Str +3 Damage: Str +3
Ranged: Attack: BAB +1, Dex +1 Damage: +0 (Str +3 thrown)
Blessings (3/4) (DC 13) (Holy Strike or Powerful Healer)
Fervor (3/3) (1d6)
Spells (Caster Level 2, Concentration +4)
Once Per Day (12): Prestidigitation
Zero (12): Create Water, Detect Magic, Light, Stabilize
First (13): Divine Favor, Divine Favor,
vs DC 12
Kyffin/Walter, realizing his scimitar was less effective than it should have been, grabs his morning star (move) and swings that instead!
"Be careful, I think they may be resistant to slashing weapons!" If he seems to do full damage with his morning star, he'll let everyone know.
Round 2, Init 16
"Ooh, you probably don't want them sucking on you...yeah, that might be bad..."
Tristain moves up to stab a bad baby with his mighty longspear.
to hit; ()
piercing damage
HP: 13/13
AC: 12
[ dice]1d20+0[/dice] to hit; ()
[ dice]1d8-1[/dice] piercing damage
Albert steps forward again and slashes at the one harassing Knuckles. "Abombinations like this shouldn't be."
Bloody Knuckles groans as the slime gets everywhere. Then he snarls and punches the thing! for damage!
The blows seem to have their desired effect, killing the disgusting corpses. Unfortunately, they dissolve into a disgusting, fleshy sludge that threatens to sicken Bloody Knuckles and Walter, who are closest to it.
None of the other assorted bottles or parts seem to be animated.
Tristain wrinkles his nose as he steps away from BK Supreme.
"Looks like this room was used for research and whatnot. Maybe..." Tristain's voice trails off as he concentrates inwardly and provokes his mind into finding magic.
He will search the room with detect magic going.
Perception
"Disgusting foul things! What manic god spawns such filth? And how do I worship it?" Bloody Knuckles breaks into great guffaws of laughter at his little joke.
vs DC 12
Kyffin very nearly looses his lunch, but manages to keep it a vurp, as he backs away from their foulness and catches his breath. When the worst has cleared, he watches over the others as he keeps his eyes open for more of these.
Tristain, you don't detect any magic .
Walter, a quick scan of the room doesn't reveal any more of the pickled punks, though you do see eight lab coats hanging around the room.
Tristain doesn't find anything and goes back to bonking his head against the wall until others are ready to open new doors.
"Nothing that wicked exists without other evil helping it." Albert proclaims as he scans the room.
Kyffin will quickly check the coats for keys, and then he opens the next door (red?), scimitar out, when folks are ready.
"I don't like this place."
"Maybe one of the yellowrobes did this? Crazy and evil to make unborn babies into undead." Tenebrynn shudders at the thought and quickly follows the first person out of the room, eager to put the smell and the mess and the memory of the hideous things behind her.
Not sensing any other evil, nor finding anything in the coats, you move on, still searching for the boy.
The first room contains two desks crammed into a crowded office. More space has been dedicated to filing cabinets, bookshelves, and stacks of loose research than room for occupants. Two bodies lie slumped over the desks.
The ceiling of this room has collapsed, crushing a table and well-worn couch.
You notices a pale hand extending from the rubble.
BK nods toward the rubble. "Anyone want to see who that belongs to?" He starts moving rubble carefully so as not to further injure whoever is buried.
* * *Green* * *
Tristain takes his time to look through the desks and office.
* * *Yellow* * *
Tristain looks down at the hand, then at BK Supreme.
Perception
"Uhm...I'm not sure it really exists, but if you mean what pseudo-entity in this demi-plane might have once possessed that body, I'm sure we'll be able to figure it out once we exhume it," Tristain says, keeping watch while others work. His noodly arms are not well suited for work, but that doesn't stop him from keeping good watch with his long spear. It only clatters to the ground 4 times while he keeps watch.
"Less a demi-plane, more our plane with bad yellow-fog-dream-place leaking in. And the hand is real!" Tenebrynn throws her short little arms up in frustration before turning with a huff to help not-Heinrich with the rubble. She helps by popping rocks and stones and bits of crumbled masonry from the pile one piece at a time with small gusts of air. About halfway through the process, she compares the size of her hand to the corpse's. "Hmmmm. Too big for a boy?"
"Spoken like somebody who thinks that they really exist," Tristain snorts in reply to Tenebrynn.
As Tristain looks around, he realizes most of the documents seem to be related to mundane asylum duties and unremarkable psychological evaluations. However, he also finds a thick yew wand etched with the symbol of Sarenrae hidden in the back of the eastern desk. A piece of twine is wrapped around it, connecting to a note that reads, “Mr. Lantz, this is a place of science, not faith. Please keep your religion at home.”
It's a wand of bless, with 18 charges remaining.
The body is crushed beyond recognition but it definitely appears to be too large to be a boy.
Tristain concentrates inwardly into his mind to find a connection to things he does not yet understand.
Spellcraft
He offers the wand and holy symbol around to see if anyone wants it.
"Walter, is this symbol the same as yours?"