From Mr Whisker's paws twin firebolts streak out that strike a dark black barrier, sear their way through and turn her into a living tindertwig. "Silyzil and Grishelmuk will avenge me!" She croaks a final time before collapsing into a charred blackened heap on the floor.
On her body the party finds a quarterstaff, a black sapphire worth 3000 gp, a key and a phylactery of negative channeling.
Each compartment contains a sleeping pallet, a large clay vase filled with water, and a table set with various items such as small stones, clay plates, bones, knives, and wooden drinking cups, as well as hooks upon which hang cloaks, blankets, and other sundries.
One of the compartments looks dusty and disused, like its previous occupant hasn't used it for a while.
The trunk in area C5a contains a potion of protection from arrows and a jar of earwigs, while the trunk in area C5c holds a scroll of flame strike, a bejeweled skull worth 1,200 gp, a leather sack containing 800 gp in assorted coins and small gems, and a wooden case containing what appears to be a collection of children’s scalps.
Einar walks towards the north passage and as he walks through the yawning tunnel, he suddenly dissappears.
"No, they will not. If they try, they will simply die."
Crummock then meanders over, and casts a couple of spells...
...causing the hag's body to completely de-flesh.
He then claims her skull, but, with a nod to Mr Whiskers, makes no attempt to Animate it.
Crummock then heals Hirah...
...before noticing that Einar has disappeared.
With a sigh, he follows along behind the party's erstwhile bloodrager.
Einar feels a sudden drop in ambient temperature The tunnel is dark and cold, with motifs of winter, darkness, and death carved on the walls.
Like a harrowing cage woven from bone, wood, and sinew, a tangle of massive drying racks exhibit the splayed remains of dozens of woodland creatures, some dead, some still twitching. Narrow wooden planks serve as precarious walkways leading between the racks, with several rope ladders ascending to various levels. Bloodstained leather buckets filled with cruel and filthy vivisection tools hang from the hideous structure in several spots.
Three creatures, that look similar to Mierul(except they have an extra arm each), glare at you angrily when you enter their laboratory.
During the ransacking of the compartments, the aerial tiger returns to its homeland, the land of fluffy clouds.
The party feels a sudden drop in ambient temperature(where it was once comfortable, now its barely above freezing). The tunnel is dark and cold, with motifs of winter, darkness, and death carved on the walls.
Like a harrowing cage woven from bone, wood, and sinew, a tangle of massive drying racks exhibit the splayed remains of dozens of woodland creatures, some dead, some still twitching. Narrow wooden planks serve as precarious walkways leading between the racks, with several rope ladders ascending to various levels. Bloodstained leather buckets filled with cruel and filthy vivisection tools hang from the hideous structure in several spots.
Three creatures, that look similar to Mierul(except they have an extra arm each), glare at the party angrily when they enter their laboratory.
Advanced folarren visectionists.DR 5/cold iron.
Crummock raises an eyebrow, and looks at Mr Whiskers, whilst gesturing at the horrific drying racks.
"Nid wyf yn credu bod creaduriaid hyn yn arbennig o braf."
They start blowing out darts from their blowdarts at Einar. The one at the back fires at Hirah.
One blowdart hits him on the neck, the other bounces off his armor.
Hirah feels fine, but Einar feels his strength drain away.
EDIT
Oh, maybe you manually subtracted without showing penalties. Its really hard to tell if you are factoring everything in T_T. Regardless, I kinda want to talk to Crummock RE how hes making Hirah feel. As mentioned ages ago, if it happened again, it was going to bring things to a head.
KK, still need to talk to Crummock
While exploring the curtained rooms Einar hears the conversation with the young lady turn heated and then a little scuffle, once he returns to the exterior there is a large hag is lying dead, Einar smiles ”I’m glad I didn’t ask her for kiss. He then finishes exploring the rooms asking ”Would this be a safe place to rest?” as he heads north.
’Nasty place, but not much stranger than the rest.’ Einar moves forward and begins to rage, Causing his Cambion ancestry to become very prominent. As he lets out a roar, and attacks the nearest creature.
Einar claws his attacker and rakes his torso. However the claws don't seem to be going as deeply as they should.
Crummock casts Air Walk on Geist, and encourages him to pounce forward through the air.
Geist bites and claws(except for the 2nd claw that misses) at the Folarren, greatly wounding him, but he's still up, if now grabbed by Geist.
Hirah moves into combat, cutting through the enemy closest
The folarren takes a vicious slash from Hirah but her blade doesn't seem to penetrate as deeply as it should have.
Crummock raises an eyebrow, and looks at Mr Whiskers, whilst gesturing at the horrific drying racks.
"Nid wyf yn credu bod creaduriaid hyn yn arbennig o braf."
"I don't understand you, but I would guess you find this as horrible as I."
Mr. Whiskers moves and casts haste on his friends.
The one next to Hirah takes a step back and tries to blowdart Hirah.
The one that is grappled by Geist tries to claw Geist.
The one furthest away tries to dart Geist.
Both Geist and Hirah do not get darted.
Blast, what did that needle do!’ Feeling his strength flow from his body like water, Einar redoubles his attack at the creature that Geist has tackled. Slashing and gnashing at it with tooth and claw. ”Be careful The poison on the darts sap you strength!”
The maw attack bounces off its exceptionally leathery and tough hide, and one of the claws does not penetrate, due to that same hide.
However, those claws that do connect are enough to leave it unconscious and bleeding on the ground.
"Դուք սպանվել է Borris!Մենք պետք է ասել, Mom եւ հայրիկ you!" The other two glare at Einar angrily.
You killed Borris! We'll tell Mom and Dad on you!
claw, grappled: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
claw, grappled: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
dmg: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
With an angry snarl, Geist pounces on the unengaged monster.
Meanwhile, Crummock, relying on his sudden speed boost, swiftly moves around Hirah's target, and tries to stab it...
Two of its claws do not land but still Geist inflicts quite some damage on the unengaged folarren and grabs him fast in his jaw.
Crummock maanages to stab the folarren in its ribs, but misses anything vital.
Mr. Whiskers casts magic missile on the folarren that Crummock and Hirah are attacking.
Hirah 5 foots, and full attacks.
Mr Whiskers’s magic missile strikes the Folarren, but the Folarren ducks under all of Hirah’s sword swings.
The Folarren grappled by Geist tries to claw Geist up.
The folarren takes a step back and tries to dart Hirah.
Hirah manages to fight off the poison.
Einar finally manages to throw off the poison as well.
Geist continues to claw away at the monster he is grappling...
...whilst Crummock steps up, and keeps stabbing his own target.
The bite hits a kidney and the folarren squeals in pain. One of the claws miss.
Crummock can't manage to stab the beast with his steely knife. It doesn't penetrate its leathery hide.
Einar smarls in Sylvan "Դուք պետք է մնացել տուն ինտերնատ ձեր մայր կուրծքը Moving to help Geist, 'Blast, too big to get to the other side.' Moving toward the creature that Geist has grappled, Einar smiles a fang filled smile "Good kitty, You hold him and I will make him bleed even more!" He then attacks the fairy with a claw.
"Huh: Մեր Լինարես այնքան հզոր է, որ դուք չեք նույնիսկ կարողանա նայում են նրան: Եւ երբ նա գտնում է, թե ինչ եք արել է Borris նա պետք է անել, դուք վճարում:" The one closer to Hirah taunts Einar."Եւ Lorris ստացել եք, լավ իր Dart. Ինչպես եք զգում, դրա մասին հիմա"
Huh. Our momma is so powerful you won't even be able to look upon her. And when she finds out what you've done to Borris she'll make you pay.
And Lorris got you good with his dart. How do you feel about it now?
The creature dodges Einar's claw.
Hirah redoubles her efforts against her opponent
The Folarren looks barely able to stay on his feet after all of Hirah's attacks hit.
Mr. Whiskers fires another volley of missiles at the folarren Hirah is fighting.
The folarren collapses onto the ground.
The remaining Folarren tries to claw Geist, its clawsraking harmessly against Geist's mithril barding.
The vivisected creatures hanging on the racks consist of everything from rabbits and raccoons to hoarpanthers and stags. Most of the creatures are dead, but several still twitch in agony, barely alive. Hirah notes that the dead bodies and those still alive are infested with disease. Even if freed they might not live long anyway, unless someone is willing to attempt to treat them
EARSEEKERS
Tyype infestation; Save Fortitude DC 15
Onset 4d6 hours; Frequency 1/hour
Effect 1d6 Con damage
Anyone approaching the racks to free the creatures/interacts with the creatures(I.e to free them, or gets close to them), risk contracting the disease.
Einar snarls at the fairy, "Քո եղբայրը մահացել է, ազատ զգալ զանգահարել է ձեր մայրը, նա չի կարող օգնել ձեզ, որտեղ դուք գնում." He then attacks the fey with tooth and claw.