The guard makes as if to surrender. Belvica strikes, but not fatally. He throws up his hands and speaks a little loudly while moving away:
"Alright! I give up! Please don't kill me!"
You hear some sound from inside the dilapidated mansion...
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Heccan closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply. Not to tarry, he opens his eyes and looks about, trying to piece together a plan of action in a rapidly deteriorating situation. Looks to Tristan as he falls forth his power to fortify him in the fight to come. He waves his arms about him as his eyes flash red. Of all the... Heccan finds himself surprisingly at a loss for words but quickly finds his voice You know Tristan, even the Sarenrae took the advice of Asmodeus when they worked to cage the rough beast. Walking through walls is not always the way. But the dies is cast, it appears. Go on ahead and let these folks know what the Inheritor's wrath feels like, i suppose...
Heccan finishes his preparations.
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Tristan takes the surrendered pirates weapons and tosses them into the sea. "Lie here and don't move, and on my honor, no more harm will come to you. Flee or fight, and I cannot make the same promise. It is not too late for you to repent, and join the cause of right, brother!"
Tristan takes out his rope and begins binding the man, but wary of the noise coming from the cabin, he has to only do a half-way job. Taking back up his longsword and shield, Tristan stands between the door and Heccan.
"If you are trying to thank me for dealing with these pirates, Hec, then you are most welcome! Now, let's see who's coming out the door, shall we?"
The team takes up new positions as the surrendered enemy runs away. Sundenly, the door bursts open and three men can be seen inside!
The man in back holds a rapier and wears the holy symbol of Besmara. He calls out:
"Get 'em boys!"
Roll Off:
Round One:
>>Xavian (still invis.)
Deremin (bad guy)
Belvica
Heccan
Tristan
sailors
Xavian's arrow flies true, and the fact that he was hidden allows his attack to take the first man in a vital spot, felling him immediately!
The Besmaran curses, then seems to split in two. Now there are two of him in the same space!
Now he steps out of the doorway as he begins chanting something else.
Roound 1:
Xavian: arrow takes down sailor!
Deremin (green): casting...
Belvcia
Heccan - may retcon due to change of circumstance
Tristan
last bad guy (yellow)
Belvica enters the house, finding many objects but no people.
Tristan treads heavily on a caltrop and it pierces his think boot and draws a drop of blood!
Heccan identifies the spells as copycat and call lightning. He will need to move just north of Tristan to see inside to the enemy.
Tristan's blow destroys the illusory image!
Heccan waits for his chance...
The second man in the room is armed like the gladiator-types from before. He swings shotel and cestus at Tristan!
One blow connects!
Belvica sees the following in the room she entered:
A low fire and the smell of simmering stew pushes back the pervading scent of must in this room, though it is otherwise in as poor shape as the rest of the house. Beyond the hearth and food preparation area, the room is devoid of other furnishings besides cots and a few shared footlockers, giving it a crude barracks air. The double doors to the east open onto the boardwalk, and the north door once opened to a since-collapsed wing of the building.
Round Two:
Heccan
Xavian
Deremin
Belvica
Tristan
gladiator
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Heccan darts behind Tristan and once again calls forth his dwindling reserves of arcane power, extending his hands and whispering a very sinister sounding incantation as he unleashes two globes of deep indigo colored force at the opposing caster. Heccan shouts a warning to his fellow agents. Get to that pint sized caster! He is trying to bring lightning, and likely the very skies, down upon us!
Xavian and Heccan both make marks on the enemy, but cannot bring them down!
The man finishes calling lightning, which slams into Tristan!
He then takes a 5' step back.
Belvica tries to sneak up on him.
He fails to notice the ranger as she creeps up, but her axe clangs harmlessly off the back of his cuirass (breastplate with back).
Tristan is up!
Tristan recovers from the lightning strike in good fashion, closing some of his wounds with the light of the Inheritor, then slashing into the last guard, dispatching him with aplomb!
Round 3:
Heccan
Xavian
Deremin
Belvica
Tristan
Heccan missiles slam into the priest
Xavian skirts Belvica's caltrops, but his sword is turned away by the cleric's shield.
The man then takes a stab with his rapier!
1 = Tristan
2 = Xavian
3 = Belvica
The blow is directed at Tristan.
The brave warrior's armor turns the blade aside!
The team is up!
Belvica lands a wicked blow, but Tristan and Xavian's strikes are both blocked by the man's shield. Heccan's spell leaves a mark, but not enough to prevent the priest from calling down a second bolt of lightning, this time on Belvica! He then steps away from Tristan and Xavian.
Back to you guys!
Belvica's blow sends the man to the floor, unconscious due to loss of blood!
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Heccan, sensing he can do little to actually damage the armored priest, tries a new tactic. He moves into the room and surveys the situation. Upon seeing the party's tactical positions, he speaks loudly to his fellow Pathfinders. Pathfinders! Use our numbers. Surround this brigand! He then sets his sights upon the armored storm caller. Lay down your arms villain! You cannot win this fight. Give up while you are able lest my fellows send you to your patron.
As Heccan finishes his verbal assault he quirks a brow as the armored priest keels over from Belvica's vicious attack. Heccan quirks a brow and looks disdainfully at the fallen enemy. Well, my father always said I had horrible timing. To be fair, Belvica would have probably killed you anyway, but at least it was worth a try.
Heccan looks about the pirate HQ and speaks to the party. Well, I am fairly certain we still must figure out who these buccaneers are and why they are targeting our ships. I am sure someone is pointing them at us. I suggest we take a careful approach and search this base. Xavian, perhaps you could take a look, in a very subtle manner, to see if we have any other persons Tristan can take holy vengeance upon.
Success: If you are successful, the target is shaken for one round. This duration increases by 1 round for every 5 by which you beat the DC. You can only threaten an opponent this way if it is within 30 feet and can clearly see and hear you. Using demoralize on the same creature only extends the duration; it does not create a stronger fear condition.
Fail: The opponent is not shaken.
Action Demoralizing an opponent is a standard action.
A shaken character takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks. Shaken is a less severe state of fear than frightened or panicked.
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Heccan eyes the now bleeding out priest. He turns to Tristan. I hate to say it, but I think this man has the answers we seek. I am confident in my ability to extract the information, one way or another, but less confident in may ability to keep him alive until I can speak to this brigand. Please, help me pry him from that armor, stem his wounds and bind the man. I think we need to have a frank conversation. He quirks his eye brow and awaits Tristan's response.
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Tristan gathers his allies together over the wounded man and prays fervently for Iomedae's healing touch that will keep her faithful soldiers in the fight. He also prays for her to reach into the heart of this pirate, and turn his actinos from evil to good should he rouse from his current mortal wound.
"Question him, Heccan, but do not torture or slay him. As a prisoner, he is to be treated with honor, as the Acts declaim."
He also uses his Wand of CLW on himself and any who request more aid from Iomedae.
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Heccan smiles wickedly as his fellow agents prepare the captive priest for questioning. Once secured, Heccan makes his way to the prisoner. He stops to speak to Tristan before speaking to the pirate Now Tristan, have you ever known me to be a violent man? Surely you do not think I would stoop to such brutal tactics. Not when I have so many other skills to choose from. Now please, do not interfere. Your revered Inheritor has already caused enough trouble on this mission, I, respectfully of course, request she stays her holy hand. If only to allow me to get the information we need. So, if you could, please do your very best to look menacing. And you... Heccan shifts his gaze to Belvica you just keep looking as you are, Belvica my dear. Menacing as always.
Heccan bends on his haunches to inspect the prisoner. Once he is certain he is awake, he lays his hands on the man allowing the power of the pit, seeming always wanting to escape into this plane, to seep from his touch. Infernal dark energies invade the man, causing him to experience the corrupting power of the 9 hells. Heccan's eyes flutter momentarily as the burden of keeping the force from the infernal plane at bay eases if just for the moment. Once the man is aware of Heccan's presence, he speaks to the man. My time is short, so I will be blunt. Normally I would point out the desperate situation you now find yourself, and that it is only by my mercy that the two dogs behind you nodding to Tristan and Belvica are not feasting on your bones as we speak. I would, normally, point out that you have made perhaps the most powerful and far reaching organization on Avistan your mortal enemy and that the terror you are experiencing is just a very small taste of what I could unleash upon you. If I choose. Heccan eyes the man very sternly, not flashing the expected grin, but rather showing the priest a cold, dispassionate glare. He continues.
As I have not the time, nor do you. Tell me your secrets, quickly. I know not your patron, be it Gyronna or Gozreh, but you are now beyond their aid. Where are your masters? Who is targeting the Pathfinders? Where is the rest of your band? Speak and leave out nothing. Trust me when I say the consequences of falsity will be quite severe. Heccan stares at the man and awaits his response.
"My name's Deremin. And it's Besmara I favor, thank you very much. We've been working these waters for a few months. A little while back I got a valuable patron in Tymon interested in my operation. Until then, we'd strike at whatever ships struck our fancy. She wanted us to focus on Pathfinder boats. The coin was too good to pass us, and too good to ask further questions. Her name is Helkit Silverbane. Anyway, if you promise not to kill me, I'll tell you where I hid my logbooks. Might be useful as evidence, if you care about that sort of thing."
In the meantime, Xavian searches the rest of the house and discovers no other enemies.
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Heccan now allows a smirk to cross his lips. Not a full fledged grin, but the beginning of one. He tilts his head and regards the priest of Besmara. Ah, the pirate queen. Well, I guess I should have figured on that myself. So, you enter the bargain. A wise choice. Now let us set the table. Let's see, what do you have to bargain with? Ah yes, your life. Not nothing I suppose, but not all too valuable. At least not to me. Now then Heccan tilts his head to the side in a very theatrical gesture what to I have to bargain with? Let me think..ah yes, I have it. He fixes his stare on the captive priest everything else. I think I will have those journals AND whatever else you have here, including what ill-gotten goods you have secreted here. Tell me where the journals are, and your goods, and we that MAY be enough to spare your wretched hide. He stares at the man and awaits his response.