Asmodia's readied action goes off, and she Channels Energy to Heal/Stabilize (5/5) for damage.
Concentrating the tiefling splits once more into twins avoiding any potential counters by LeVash and Bloodless. LeVash's blow pings off the Tieflings breastplate who doesn;t seem concerned whatsoever over the druids presence. They strike Bloodless square across the head with his held morningstar grinning widely at the bloodshed. "Flee while you can fools!"
Asmodia prevents immediate deaths while Bejis eats some delicious fire. Or he would but he cannot chew.
Meanwhile outside the Tieflings start to groan and stir.
Bejus may continue saving DC15.
GROUP IS UP!
Attack
Damage
Concentrating the tiefling splits once more into twins avoiding any potential counters by LeVash and Bloodless
LeVash steps forward and tries to strike the tiefling again
Asmodia steps to -G24 and assumes a full defensive stance to keep the tieflings from attacking her downed comrades.
Concentrating the tiefling splits once more into twins avoiding any potential counters by LeVash and Bloodless
LeVash steps forward and tries to strike the tiefling again
LEVash has it. The First line of the post even describes it. But let's hope for that magic number.
Piff from Bloodless.
Ping from LeVash.
As bloodless growls in frustration at slicing through another illusionary double LeVash attempts to smash the tiefling again and is thwarted by his armor. Calla is stabilized but still appears very much injured. Bejis struggles feebly against the will of Asmodeus. Asmodia finds herself caught between the wrath of an evil cleric and the moans and groans of tieflings as they rub their eyes and grumble about their massive headaches. They remain otherwise down for now.
As the Tiefling finds himself cornered he casts his spell like ability defensively once more determined to survive this encounter at all costs. He swings for bloodless once more hoping to kill the celestial before he manages to get lucky with those man hewing blows he's throwing. He lands another solid blow The floating spectral mace in the meantime seems to have caught the "rollingbaditis" and fails to harm LeVash once more.
Things are looking grim for the group who is up!
LeVash calls out to whoever is behind him, "Can someone kill the Tieflings before they wake?"
Magic number roll roll roll tell us the tiefling that we have pounded.
PIFF!
1/20
Bloodless swings again...
Attack
Damage
Asmodia charges the bastard at -G28 and strikes with her rapier.
Bejis will end the rage before his turn.
Bejis will 5 foot step to -J22.
Move action abilities are fun. I highly recommend them.
With a heavy sweep of his blade Bloodless lands a deeo cut into the Tiefling who roars in outrage as he lashes back with a heavy blow of his own dropping Bloodless to the floor like a heap of potatoes. As if sensing its casters rage the spectral mace clocks LeVash equally hard in the back of the head reminding it of its presence . Through sheer will Bejis pulls himself free of the Tieflings spell but seems tired from the effort adn moves sluggishly towards the tiefling. Asmodia stabs one of the tieflings on the ground who cries out in pain and curses but is otherwise still alive. They remain on the ground clutching at their eyes. Enraged and bleeding the apparent cleric and leader glares with murderous eyes towards LeVash. Whether he simply forgot his defenses or is incapable of using them again he has not split into his illusory double this round.
GROUP IS UP! AND VERY MUCH WOUNDED!
Asmodia will continue striking the dazed Bastard with her rapier.
Asmodia steps back to -H23 and pulls a potion of Cure Light Wounds to administer to the unconscious Calla on her next initiative.
"Bejis, when you're ready, I'll do my best to bolster you."
Bejis closes in on the caster with labored breathing, attacking with his greatsword.
He prays, "Gorum, guide my hands," as he makes his attack.
As the tiefling squares off with LeVash he easily parries the blow from him. Meanwhile Asmodia sneaks into the room and prepares to revive Calla. Lurching foward Bejis gives his prayer and cause the tiefling to look up. With a surprised cry the Tiefling raises his weapon in a feeble defense as Bejis splits his head open and the cleric falls to the ground. Quickly the other three are dispatched and the group is left wounded, beaten, but victorious.
Once his comrades are not at immediate risk, Bejis looks to the Tieflings, saying, "Perhaps they had some healing potions as well."
Unsure if anyone else is coming, Bejis wants to:
1. Check the Tieflings for potions, with the goal of finding potential healing potions.
2. Check the desk, beds, or other likely places for possible evidence. (Notes, logs, payment records, or evil ritual looking documents)
3. Using some scrap cloth and his belt knife, start cutting the "mummies" wrapping while attempting not to touch them.
Asmodia will cast and spend several rounds concentrating and sweeping the tieflings, and the foe that caused the group so many problems in the next room.
Levash will Stabilize both Bloodless.
"Hold off on the heavy duty healing, I've had 3 potions sitting on my belt since we first started all this that won't eat into anyone's personal stash."
As LeVash tends to the wounded the others do a quick search of the bodies and room. After several minutes of this it become apparent that this group is apparently the last of the Bastards.
An inventory:
By the Bed: A crumpled note that says the following.
[b]Palaveen-While we appreciate the work of your Bastards, the Council never intended for the relationship to be anything more than that. We should't need to remind you that if your tiring applications continue, we'll need to colve this in a manner less concerned with your continued good healt.
On Palaveen:
A Magical morning star
A magical breastplate
an iron unholy symbol of Asmodeus
A key to the chest across the room,
A magical potion
A wand.
350gp
On the Mummys(2):
A potion
A tanglefoot bag
A dagger
50gp
On the Tieflings(4).
LEather armor
A light crossbow
A short sword
12 bolts
In the chest after it has been opened:
A variety of things that appaer to be valuable.
An itemized list with exacting detail on what waas stolen from where and whether or not the owners were killed
A half finished letter to soemthign called "the Council" asking for more skeletal wolves to guard the lair and no small amount of frustration for not being granted an audience with them.
A leather bag containing about 50 of the wooden coins of Mammon the Bastards are infamous for.
A Masterwork Dagger
A Masterwork Rapier
A jeweled non masterwork short sword
A small bag of gems including one high quality pearl
A box of high quality jewelry
As to the rooms themselves they appeared to have been sparse living areas. Palaveen died on his own bed while piles of wrappings and a chess board with an unfinished game (black appears to have been winning). The other room appears to have been barracks with barrels of water and alcohol along with some dried fruits and plenty of meat. The personal effects of the bastards give a small portrait into their personal lives including crudely drawn pornography and a series of love notes that had apparently been passed between the two (both lovers appear to have been female). Well worn novels and even a contraband novelization of the long since banned murderplay the Six Fold Trial.
Asmodia dispenses the potion of Cure Light she has remaining to any who wish to take it, channels beer into her tankard and giggles softly as she examines the pornography and love letters while sitting on one of the beds.
"Oh, how the good Lord Erastil's flock hath fallen," she coos happily, tipping back her tankard. "Well then," she says and folds the missives and tucks them into her purse. "What are we to do with these piles of filth?" she inquires. "I believe it would be an offense to the Good Lord to bury them upon hallowed ground, but... wouldn't seem right to leave em to rot elsewhere. And such a good number of them is likely to rouse suspicion."
Bejis says, "I could use a new healing potion, I used all mine up".
"How many of the living people on that list have items here?"
Bejis starts looking at the magical breastplate, and looks to the spellcasters of the group. "How can you tell if it's cursed?"
"After we finish the beer, and decide what is to be done with the multitude of corpses in this place, we take these items to a safe place," Asmodia yawns, "and then we sleep. And when we wake in the morning, and our heads are clearer, we will identify the items."
Asmodia looks over the more involved texts, including a second glance at the crumpled note. "I am certain that once the buzz has worn off, something about that note will prove mighty ominous. For the moment, howver," she yawns again, "I have not the mind to decipher its intent. Assuming there is one..."
"Ugh, that hurt a little more than I expected. Thought the heavens must have needed me and decided it was time for me to go."
Bloodless looks slightly upbeat about the whole matter, as though no one told him he was unconscious or something.
"And we seem to have recovered a decent haul too!"
Calla wakes with a groan after Asnodia pours the potion down her throat and looks around groggily. "Ah see we seem to have won," she says, getting up gingerly, and reaching for one of her own potions.
She wipes away a few flakes of dead skin after quaffing the potion, her usual pale complexion returning as the burns instantly disappear.
After listening to a recounting of the events and Asmodia's mention of what to do next, she reminds the group "Unless someone killed them, the Bastards mah spell knocked out should still be alive in the other room."
At Bejis' question, she holds out her hand for the breastplate and quickly casts detect magic.
+1 Breastplate
+1 Morningstar
Potion of Disguise Self
2 Potions of Cure Moderate wounds.
Wand of Cure Light wounds (11 charges)
Taking the time you can discern that most of the stuff with the exception of the list above and the first line of valuable items still belong to living people. The rest belong only to the dead. Whether or not they may ahve heirs or surviviving family that is beyond the scope of the list.
"So we return what we can, with a little note that it's courtesy of the Haloran League, and everyone is happy. The rest we sell and divide...makes for a good night's work."
"Aye, redistributin' wealth is somethin' I can get behind," Asmodia announces, rising and sloshing her beer a bit. She chuckles and channels some more, nodding and pumping her eyebrows in Calla's direction. "If you fine sirs, and you mistress, might then be excusing me, I think I'll go above and let our friends inside, so as they might be assistin' me in ridding this holy place of these gods-damned bastards!" Asmodia snarls.
Asmodia renews the , casting it on her holy symbol, and after kicking a dead bastard, hurries upstairs to inform the larger party of their victory and her desire to begin cleansing the temple.
Calla smiles slightly as Asmodia kicks one of the bodies. "Finally, liquor lass does something that makes sense..." she says quietly, mostly to herself.
"Drinking to a victory seems like a good idea, and a little of that redistributing could be good"
"If the breastplate isn't cursed, can I use it?"
"Good point Bejis, we might need to do a bit of distributing amongst ourselves as well"
"If the breastplate isn't cursed, can I use it?"
No just masterwork.