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Roland, spared from the burning damage, happily takes Eadie's wand and gives her a good number of taps to patch her.
Aye, monsters Miss Eadie.
But zhe horde, what such kind of monsters and what caused zhem to appear in zhe first place? Zhis is not natural.
He nods and hands back the wand.
We best investigate zheir lair as our new friends suggest.
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"Monsters yes. But not just any monsters. Cythnigoths. A subtype of Qlippoth. Abyssal filth" spits out Signifier Karva before sighing. "Check out that rubble if you will Pathfinders, you have five. ten minutes. After that, we'll try and find a dry spot to rest in for the night. Turns out the horses were not needed after all" she comments grimly.
Abraxia nods, letting her commander move on to other things before answering: "The Master of the First Vault of course: Abadar the bringer of civilization. Let me know if you need a hand reaching that little plateau."
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“Thank-you, Roland. And thank-you, Desna.”
Eadie puts down her whetstone, stands and turns to gaze at the stone structure Roland and Karva are discussing. “Oh, I totally missed your reference to that. We’d best hop to it.”
The warrior regards Abraxia with new-found respect. “Abadar, Signifier? By the Lawgiver’s Golden Hammer! I am a follower of the Master of the First Vault.”
Eadie makes the ‘circle-and-tail’ sign of the Key over her heart. “May you unload all your stock before the dead cat bounce, Signifier. Though I think we can conduct a free market-appraisal on the stone residence by ourselves.”
Once the party is out of earshot of their new allies, Eadie whispers “VC Heidmarch mentioned a ‘Sky Temple’ we had to investigate. Do you think it could have been sanctified to a Qlippoth Lord?”
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Roland will follow Eadie, and reply to her question once away from the Hellknights.
If zhere is a chance zhis is a Sky Temple, we should investigate. I still am not sure I trust zhem, although I see zhey have no love for zhese Qlippoth creatures. Enemy of my enemy and all zhat.
Roland will bless his bow once the group is ready and within 60' of the structure.
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"Let's be quick about it. We only have a couple of minutes so we should move."
Kintampo walks to the stone structure, trying to determine what function it could have had. The rain and the discussion between Eadie and Roland distracts him...
"Roland and Eadie, can you stop your chatting for a moment!" he snaps
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“Oh, is it bothering you, Kintampo? I’m sorry.”
Eadie’s head swivels casually in the staff magus’ direction.
“I’ve always been a bit of a chatty Cathy. Love a good chin wag, me. My sister Lore says I could talk underwater. Ask Roland if you don't believe me! But I certainly know how to shut up ...”
“Silence is golden as Aunt Alix used to say. Like the rivers of coins in Abadar's silent Vaults.”
“Yessir, I’m gonna go ahead and Hou je bek (as Dragons say), keep it zipped, lock it up and throw away the key. You just see if I don’t!”
“I’ll shut my trap, stuff my cake hole, Mum's the word, be seen but not heard, still as the night, quiet as a mouse, silent as the grave. Why you’ll darn right forget I’m here!”
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Kintampo comes to the conclusion that the structure uncovered by the creatures is a shrine to Gozreh. Looking about, he and Miklos find a small cache left by ancient worshipers, containing 26 gems and a clear stone.
While a sign you might be on the right track, this is not the Sky Temple. Ten minutes later, the Hellknights begin to move again, this time more cautiously as they look for shelter in the mountainside.
On the upside, the cythnigoth infestation must have cleared away any remaining regular wildlife, as the troop is able to locate an empty cavern large enough for all of you. Defenses are set up, a couple of fires are lit and the Hellknights finally begin taking off their armor and masks. The spellcasters take the opportunity to begin casting spells to remove the water from their fellow's armor, the more divinely inclined Hellknights begin praying, some at greater lengths than others, while those not involved in either of those tasks keep an eye out for trouble as they tend to the fires.
Signifier Karva, her mask off, approaches Miklos with a dour expression painted on her face. "I intend on reaching Ghorez's Fork tomorrow Pathfinder Miklos. I would like to go over our itinerary with you."
The unnamed woman Hellknight which offered her aid turns out to be blonde, short haired, severely scarred, and very impressively sculpted. "So tell me bowman. What is your name and where did you learn how to shoot like that?" she asks loudly with an easygoing smile.
"You are... Kintampo, yes?" asks Signifier Rulla as she takes a seat next to the Mwangi. Mousey, with hair that is longer than the other Hellknights, she approaches with a rather large book for someone of her frame. "I'm Signifier Rulla. I was wondering if you had some time to talk about the cythnigoths. I've been told you Pathfinders have come into contact and consorted with all manner of extraplanar beasts, so if we could share some knowledge... I mean, if that's OK with you."
"Tell me Eadie" asks Signifier Abraxia with a genuine smile as she settles in next to the Pathfinder. "How does a worshiper of the the Master of the First Vault come to work in such an organization as the Pathfinder Society?" she asks as she offers the Pathfinder some warm food. "I mean; there are organizations with far worse reputations of lawlessness than the Pathfinders, but ..."
"I have a more practical question" butts in Hellknight Manius as he finishes a bite of food, whose green eyes dart towards Insidion, Lucija and Naghamadi. "Why is it that those three are always looking at us as if we raised their village? I'm pretty sure we didn't" he says jokingly.
"Or if we did, we didn't leave anyone to tell the tale" adds a clean shaven skinheaded hellknight in a sinister tone with a rueful smile before going back to gently carving words in Infernal onto his vambraces. Another, this one with a carefully groomed goatee and short-cropped hair deliberately places himself in front of the unfriendly trio, an up-till-now hidden creature crawling out from under his robes. And stares.
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"I have no idea what these are, but I'm sure someone might."
Miklos collects the cache, either for the others to examine, or for the vault-dwellers under the Grand Lodge to obsess about.
Once the camp has been set up, he gets to work with wringing rainwater out of his gear. The approaching, mask-less signifier causes a wry smile to spread across his face.
"Just call me Miklos. My branch of the family has no claims on any titles of any kind; Choral the Conqueror made sure of that... So, this itinerary, what insights are you in need of"
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"...Miklos." she finally states with a face halfway between a frown and a smile as she unfurls a map of the region. "I want your thoughts on a couple of points." She then begins talking of the terrain and offering some ideas on a few different paths the group could take to avoid a repeat of the day's attack.
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"You are... Kintampo, yes?" asks Signifier Rulla as she takes a seat next to the Mwangi. Mousey, with hair that is longer than the other Hellknights, she approaches with a rather large book for someone of her frame. "I'm Signifier Rulla. I was wondering if you had some time to talk about the cythnigoths. I've been told you Pathfinders have come into contact and consorted with all manner of extraplanar beasts, so if we could share some knowledge... I mean, if that's OK with you."
"As is predictable," Naghamadi (somehow) sniffs as he and Lucija make their way toward Kintampo and Rulla, completely ignoring the goateed wizard, "You seek out a source of comfort rather than a source of answers. You wish to know of Qlippoths? Let me tell you...."
Naghamadi's familiarity with cythnigoths does not prove vast (he spends a significant amount of time on conjecture, ancient and obscure horror stories, and theoretical cosmology), but he is at least no slouch.
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Eadie field strips her armor, ridding it of grit and grease. She does the same with each of her weapons after donning a suit of lamellar leather.
After an hour of calisthenics and weapon training (perhaps with one of the others?), she retires to a corner of the cavern to resume honing her cold iron blades.
"How does a worshiper of the Master of the First Vault come to work in such an organization as the Pathfinder Society?"
Eadie temporarily puts a halt to her martial labor to share the warm food. “Oh, that’s easy, Abraxia.”
“You are an ordained priest of the god of Wealth, undoubtedly in good standing with your Synod and Order.”
“I am a simple warrior, on the very fringes of the church.”
She smiles. “Now which of us gets paid more?”
"Why is it that those three are always looking at us as if we raised their village?"
“Those three have names, Manius. They are Insidion, Lucija and Naghamadi.”
Eadie interrupts her conversation to snap off casual salutes to her fellows. “Thanks for the haste earlier, Insidion!”
“Looking forward to seeing more black tentacle action tomorrow, Lucija. It’s wonderful to be on the right side of that spell for a change.”
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Her smiley features turn frowny as she turns back to the Hellknights. “You may remember, Signifier Karva referred to Insidion as a ‘creature’ earlier. And you wonder why he doesn’t fall over himself to be friendly to you???”
Eadie sighs “As Pathfinders we are required to be tolerant of others. I have made friends with people I wouldn't have met any other way. Our creed is a simple one – Explore, Report, Cooperate. In addition, we do not admit recruits predisposed to evil. Can you say the same is true of the Gate?”
“Building lasting alliances takes time, trust and tolerance. Any purported ‘alliance’ is worthless if it isn't anchored with those traits.”
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Signifier Rulla's discomfort increases as Naghamadi approaches, but is steadily replaced with genuine interest, with genuine questions that increase in tempo as she realizes the wealth of knowledge that the protean has on all matters planar. By the time she is told to shut up by her goatee'd colleague, one might even think that there is some... admiration?
“Now which of us gets paid more?”
Abraxia laughs, a clear melodious sound that rings throughout the cavern, earning a frown from her leader. "Touche Eadie of the Pathfinders. But I believe that bringing Law to all, and living in a world that is as much a mirror to Holy Axis as one can have it be is a worthy sacrifice, one worth being a Hellknight for. Here's to hoping I'm not wrong!"
“You may remember, Signifier Karva referred to Insidion as a ‘creature’ earlier. And you wonder why he doesn’t fall over himself to be friendly to you??? As Pathfinders we are required to be tolerant of others. I have made friends with people I wouldn't have met any other way. Our creed is a simple one – Explore, Report, Cooperate. In addition, we do not admit recruits predisposed to evil. Can you say the same is true of the Gate? Building lasting alliances takes time, trust and tolerance. Any purported ‘alliance’ is worthless if it isn't anchored with those traits.”
Manius raises his hands in submission. "Peace, peace Eadie. I was just curious... I did not mean to offend. If I may answer those points in order?" he asks before pouring himself some water and offering some to both Eadie and Abraxia, who accepts some. "I did not know their names, as they did not see fit to tell me theirs and I did not ask due to their demeanor. I did not intend offense, and apologize if it was taken as such. Now, Signifier Karva" he continues softly to avoid the woman's attention, involved as it is with Miklos "has reached her rank by complete adherence to the Laws, the Chain and the Measure. As such I would never criticize her. With that said, she is from the heartland. There they believe that tieflings are the result of someone procreating with a tool. Somewhat worse than if someone had had relations with an animal. Thus they too are objects. Remember, we in Cheliax all see devilkind as tools to be dominated by utter mastery of the laws. We Hellknights see devils as creatures to be bested by logic and might. I'm sure she wasn't thinking when she said that, it takes an effort to remember that they are flesh and blood."
He pauses for a moment before continuing: "Now I am very well aware of your motto. We were selected carefully not just for this task but for our capacity to work with others who do not see the world as we do."
Signifier Abraxia chuckles as she chimes in, playing with her own, short-cropped dark hair. "What Hellknight Tetrakis is trying to say is that we are some of the most "liberal" minded Hellknights the Order has." Manius rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Our commitment to Law expresses itself in different ways. But we are all committed to law. You might decry our more ... expedient members, but I have heard of entire libraries set aflame by your more ... free-spirited members. To me, that is just as wrong as what some of our knights sometimes do." He raises his eyes to look the skinheaded Hellknight in the eyes. The man rolls his own, before returning to his work, seemingly unconcerned. "What I am trying to say, Pathfinder Navhelan, is that I acknowledge your words and say that they have a measure of truth to them I am not willing to elaborate on. And as such I accept your remarks. But I hope that you can see where my order stands, and offer them the same understanding I offer you. And I may not be able to offer you time, and trust may be only seen in actions, allow me to show my tolerance." With that Hellknight Tetrakis gets up, goes for another serving of food and approaches Insidion, blocking the goatee'd man's view. "Insidion of the Pathfinders, I have noticed you have only been eating cold rations. I would like to offer you some of ours, if it pleases you. Might I sit down next to you since your gnome friend has moved on to explain to Signifier Rulla all about our foe?"
"What's the matter Manius? Missing a coatrack?" jeers the man on the floor, petting his imp. Manius turns around very slowly to face his brother. "Signifier Arkafinis. Perhaps you should go review your spellbook somewhere where the air is clearer. Especially for someone with such a delicate constitution as yours. I hear that rain is a wonderful air cleanser."
Hellknight Arkafinis gets up languidly. "Of course, Hellknight Tetrakis. Wouldn't want to impede you in your... task." And without further comment, but with a smug look on his face he moves on. Turning back towards Insidion, Manius intones: "I apologize. Please enjoy the food. Let me know if you desire water" before sitting down where Signifier Arkafinis once sat.
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Roland smiles to himself as Eadie continues to speak after Kintampo's request.
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Continuing onward, Roland's thoughts turn inward and he ponders.
It is true what Eadie says, I do not trust many, but especially not these...I just cannot figure out why.
He continues to scan ahead for signs of animals or worse.
on the path ahead
He stops abruptly when asked the unexpected question by the blond Hellknight...still wondering if she meant it for him.
"So tell me bowman. What is your name and where did you learn how to shoot like that?" she asks loudly with an easygoing smile.
Sorry, what is zhat? Oh, I have been shooting at goblins since I was young. My uncle was a Fletcher in Sandpoint...well he at least was,
before tribes of goblins invaded...well and zhen the giants.Learning to shoot was out of necessity.
And zhen help from Desna to hunt down zhose who must pay zhe price for their
atrocities against my village and kin.
on the woman
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Roland's appraisal of the Hellknight reveals nothing untoward. In fact, without their masks reading their body language has become a lot easier. This woman seem genuinely interested and seems to be trying to start up a conversation.
"Sandpoint huh? Where is that, Varisia? How did that town get invaded by giants? No offense meant, but I can see goblins trying to invade. Little buggers will go after anything if they've eaten enough semi-fermented crap. Even if it's too much for them to take on. But Giants?"
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Yes, zhe goblins were tricked into attacking. Not much of a zhreat. But zhe giants was a whole different story. One I only know rumors of.
He stops, thinking back to his youth.
He regards the woman with smile and a clumsy bow.
Oh, and I apologize, I am Roland. I have not had much interaction with your group. Zhis has been an interesting trek to say zhe least.
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“Peace, peace Eadie... I did not mean to offend.”
“Oh, I knew no offense was meant and none was taken, Manius. I assure you.” Eadie gives the hellknight a friendly slap on the shoulder.
“If I was offended – YOU’D KNOW!” She smiles while rattling the pommel of her falchion.
"I did not know their names … Signifier Karva is from the heartland … where devilkind are tools.”
Eadie holds up her left hand, making glove-puppet mouth movements as she teases the hellknight. “Eadie, it wasn’t my fault, it was theirs … blah, blah … Eadie, it’s OK to be a bigot if you’re a Somebody from Cheliax … blah, blah.”
The warrior shakes her head. “Pathfinder rules may be simple, so us misfits can remember them. But none of that tripe would wash with a Venture-Captain.”
Her eyes *twinkle* with mischief. “Perhaps we should call Signifier Karva over to explain how your discourse fits with the Chain and Measure, Manius?”
She raises her hand and waves it about “OH, SIGNIFIEEER, MY SIGNIFIER …” before hauling it down quickly, <giggling> at the look on Manius’ face.
“I have heard of entire libraries set aflame by your more ... free-spirited members. To me, that is just as wrong as what some of our knights sometimes do.”
“Oh I’m not about to defend everyone in the Society. It contains some real asshats – that’s for damn sure!”
“You see, Abraxia. The difference is …” Eadie’s eyebrows knit as she considers the best way to explain.
“I worship Abadar. But I wouldn’t dream of lecturing Roland on the virtues of compound interest. (Kintampo, yes. But Roland, no ;)”
“As a Pathfinder, you can believe whatever you like. Just don’t try to shove it down someone else’s throat.”
She smiles again. “Throughout this mission, I’ve treated everyone I’ve met in accordance with their behavior. And when the mission concludes, I hope I can say I’ve made some new friends.”
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"Interesting is one word for it." replies the Hellknight. "I'm Hellknight Bee Stromsel. It is good to make your acquaintance! " she says with a proffered paw-like hand and a rather... Ferocious grin. "I've never been to Varisia; I hear it's a lawless wildland, with pockets of civilization surrounded by ferocious man-eating Shoanti warriors. How much of that is true? And just to settle a bet between myself and another back at Citadel Enferac. Do the Shoanti really pit their infants against each other, letting only the strongest win?"
After the "ruckus" caused by his fellow, Manius seems to be content with just small talk and refilling his or Insidion's cup when asked. It doesn't take a mind reader to see that he is unsure as to how to broach conversation of any kind, especially after that scene.
Signifier Karva does not seem to really have been looking for advice as much as someone to bounce her own ideas off of. By the time all is said and done, the Signifier's smile is more of less genuine, conclusing their talk with "It was good to have someone to talk with. Rest well Path... I mean Miklos. I will see you at first light. We'll leave an hour after that."
Morning comes and the end of the downpour comes along with it. Thunder rumbles in the distance, ominously, as the Hellknights ready them,selves, donning their masks on last and readying to mount the phantom mounts they have summoned for both themselves and the Pathfinders. "Hellknights! Loose formation. Stay vigilant!"
As you continue on your journey, those signs of corruption seen the day before multiply further, with eerie, sickly webbing stretching from one parody of a tree to another. Distinct faces can be seen in the bark of some of these, ghastly visages screaming out for release, or mercy. By midday, this unsettling panorama is interrupted by yet another gruesome, but altogether much more material scene. Several sets of spinal columns, each topped with their very own skull, spring into view dangling from tree branches along your set path. Nearby, a once-flayed body is nailed to the bark of a larger tree, the bones and remaining sinew only hanging on by a thread. Signifier Karva nudges her phantom horse closer as Hellknight Stromsel trots up between Miklos and Roland. "Welcome to Orc-land, population "who cares". I'll get my warhammer out if you string your bow." she offers mischievously.
After a moment inspecting the remains, she turns to the group. "Strix remains. No more than a week old. Let's move on, hopefully we'll get to Gozreh's fork by nightfall."
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“It was good to have someone to talk with. Rest well Path... I mean Miklos. I will see you at first light. We'll leave an hour after that.”
Once she’s squared away, Eadie checks Signifier Karva is nowhere in earshot before *clanking* up behind Miklos.
“Are you tired, Mikos? Did Karva have to wake you up at first light? Did she have to reach very far to do so?”
The warrior skips away from any retribution singing quietly ♪ ML and SK up an Abyssal tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! ♫
Eadie keeps vigilant for threats from ground and air. “About how long in hours to the fork now, Signifier Karva?”
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"With the way we've been avoiding passes, my estimate is another eight hours. If we ride harder, perhaps we can cut that down by a bit. And yes, I am not dismissing an agreement with any strix we might come across. Provided they are still alive." she replies grimly.
There are no tracks left, this in spite of Roland and Eadie's best efforts. Yesterday's incessant rain saw to that. However, the rain did not wash away some of the gore on the bark. From it the ranger and the fighter can both see that the strix was still alive for some time after it's flaying.
Bee chuckles heartily as she unslings her mace. Manius and Abraxia both take up position besides Kintampo as the group continues onward.
The day is otherwise uneventful, although the signs of corruption certainly do not let up. And finally, two hours early you manage to reach Gozreh's Fork. A rocky plateau giving you a commanding view of the nearby surroundings it nonetheless seems to be the center of attention for more than just a couple scavengers. Signifier Karva's sigh is clearly audible. "Everyone, be careful. Hellknights! Stand by for action!"
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Kintampo turns the clear stone over in his hands "This is usefull, a clear spindle ioun stone. Slotted into a wayfinder it will protect the wearer from mental control by others and also resolve any hunger or thurst. Who should take it?"
In the camp Kintampo is about to confess he knows next to nothing about extraplanar creatures when Lucija comes to the rescue.
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“Are you tired, Mikos? Did Karva have to wake you up at first light? Did she have to reach very far to do so?”
"Sadly no... It would seem that Signifier Karva might be my greatest challenge yet. But for now I'll at least try to be professional. And dead strix don't exactly set the mood..."
Once on the plateau, Miklos readies his sword.
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"This is usefull, a clear spindle ioun stone. Slotted into a wayfinder it will protect the wearer from mental control by others. Who should take it?"
“I already have one, Kintampo. Roland, do you still have yours?”
Eadie weighs up the options as she dismounts her phantom stead and again begins brushing alchemical grease over her armor. “Obviously it should go to someone without one who has a wayfinder.”
“All things being equal, maybe you should have it Kintampo? If not you, perhaps Insidion or Miklos?”
Hmm … corrupted orcs or xenophobic strix I wonder?
Eadie guesses orcs lie in wait for the Pathfinder/Hellknight coalition on Gozreh’s Fork and draws cold iron. She marches up to stand with Miklos, remaining vigilant.
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Reaching the top is no trouble. When you arrive atop the plateau, you are greeted by the aroma of rotting flesh, which lies thick in the air. Signs of magic and combat pepper your immediate surroundings, with decaying orc corpses lying here and there for good measure. In the center of this flat peak, a circle of crudely scratched runes mars the earth, surrounding two roughly impaled strix corpses, their black wings molting with the strong breeze that blows across Gozreh's Fork. Closest to this circle, the corpse of a face down muscular orc dressed in better armor (now rent) than the others. Patches of wriggling worms and centipedes swarm over the rocky ground.
The Hellknights finish their climb and assemble at the edge of the plateau. "Two group formation Hellknights. Beta, secure this position. Alpha, with me, five foot spread, we will inspect the edge. Pathfinders, do what you must. We're camping here tonight, make sure they are all in fact dead. And please determine what this all means."
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Lucija and Naghamadi look over the scene with keen appreciation (Lucija making mental notes for her next painting - perhaps a mural in some major metropolitan area?) and naturally gravitate toward the runic circle....
"Ah, planar binding..." Lucija nods approvingly. "Someone's been hard at work consorting with...."
"...Qlippoths!" Adds Naghamadi. Suddenly a thought strikes him and he jerks back in the air several feet like a squid. "These sacrifices may serve as cythnigoth shells...!"
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At Lucija and Naghamadi’s joint announcement, Eadie holsters cold iron and draws her skymetal blade. The warrior also drinks a vial of antiplague, before returning the empty container to her backpack, laying nearby on the ground.
Looking over the charnel scene of ritual murder, Eadie shakes her head in disgust. “This is an affront to Gozreh and any rational being.”
“I say we ask the Hellknights to gather wood for a pyre and burn the lot, letting the Wind and Waves’ Might fan the cleansing flames.”
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But how close are zhey to us, Eadie or Lucija? I can tell nothing from the tracks. Should we prepare for battle or camp to be ready for zhe hordes tomorrow?
Roland considers casting barkskin if the ladies answer the outsiders were close or recent.
He will approach the nearest orc's corpse and inspect it for time of death.
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“I don’t know, Roland. They might try coming for us in our sleep for all I know.”
Eadie maintains combat readiness, glancing over in the Hellknight Officer’s direction. “I am happy to wait for Karva to ask for our report and recommendations.”
“We’ve investigated the site and made a reasonable assessment. It would strengthen our unity if she agrees with our findings, assigns Hellknights to body-burning and gives us something a bit more interesting to do.”
Eadie claps the ranger on the back. “Checking the corpses to makes sure they’re dead is a good idea though.”
The warrior prods dead bodies of orcs, strix and animals at random with her falchion while she waits.
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Miklos listens solemnly to Lucija and Naghamadi's conclusion.
"I wonder if this is the source of the infested horde we met yesterday... If we're lucky, that was a one-off occurance ment to stop us."
He then walks over to the best dressed orc, nudges the body with his foot and tries to appraise the original quality of its destroyed armor.
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Roland's curiosity pushes him to turn over one of the many orc corpses here. Decaying and having died at least a week prior to this, his chest is horribly scarred with runes, a mixture of Abyssal and Orcish. These runes tell horrendous stories, of a life spent in glorious sin and praising each and every depraved act the orc committed in life. Turning over a few others, it seems that he wasn't the only one, as other orcs of both sexes are similarly scarred.
Eadie takes a good look at the Strix bodies. From the way they were tied and subsequently impaled, it seems that the orcs captured those two and then drew out their deaths.
Miklos pokes the body of the orcish leader with his boot. Of note is the strange, ornate mask he is wearing.
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“Hmm …” Eadie takes a knee beside the ranger, sticks her finger in the ground, removes it and moves it rapidly towards her mouth for a taste(!), forgetting she has her visor down.
“Oww!”
“I can make out some odd serpentine tracks, belonging to some sort of big snake or beast with tentacles. They’re pretty easy to miss, Roland. It looks like the creature circled around the sacrifices before moving away.”
“Check it out! The ground where the snakey tracks are is teeming with worms.”
Eadie lumbers to her feet, flexing her index finger gingerly. “Those worms ain’t native to Golarion. In fact, I don’t think they originate from anywhere on the Material Plane.”
“Can you identify them, Lucija?”
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Miklos backs away slowly.
"Well, it looks like someone prepared explosive runes this morning. Anyone know how to disable it?"
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Eadie knows pretty much nothing about arcane matters.
But that doesn’t stop her from having an opinion.
“Just turn around three times antisundial-wise *clucking* like a chicken, Miklos. That should fix it. Scatching the ground for worms with your bare toes probably wouldn’t hurt either.”
“Otherwise, maybe Karva could lend us a wizard to dispel it?”