Samirah staggers and curses after the glaive catches her in the back, but grabs her weapon and quickly assesses the scene before her. She chooses to help the sorcerer dispatch the cultist in the doorway.
Satisfied that Drea is not going to die immediately, Míril turns her attention to the remaining guards. She looks longingly at a position where she is flanking a guard with Kon, but realizes how badly defended it is. So she settles for attacking the guard right in front of her.
She stabs at the foe with her sword twice.
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Roshan stands his ground. Two more blades slice through the air towards the tiefling defending the wielder of the red glaive. Both blades hit, one sinking deep into the tiefling's belly as he falls.
The leopard finishes mauling his grappled foe, and then bats at the cultist in front of Miril - almost playfully - except for the blood.
Another arrow from Anevia in the cramped quarters behind Konstain, but the door guard manages to keep her feet.
His hindering opponent gone, Chancre steps up into Hosilla's discomfort zone. He manages to land the first strike on her - barely.
Sigrit stirs, pressing hand to the side of her head, as though it hurts.
The scene outside her cell is chaotic, but one thing is clear to her at a glance -- the Priestess is distracted and in reach. She reaches within her soul for the piece dedicated to perfect, frozen symmetries and murmurs a prayer.
Out of nowhere (or the door to the north of the room) an icicle streaks out and cuts Hosilla's cheek.
Samirah staggers and curses after the glaive catches her in the back, but grabs her weapon and quickly assesses the scene before her. She chooses to help the sorcerer dispatch the cultist in the doorway. She manages to dodge attacks on the way there, but the cultist in the doorway manages to do the same to her.
Now alone, Hosilla takes a step back, decidely sinking her glaive into Chancre. "Blood and death means souls for the abyss. She takes her never ending body to produce more destructive life." A bit of a manic light shining from the woman's eyes, "And it is coming, not in ones but in thousands. To overrun this petty planet and drag it home."
"Leopard may have the right idea," Drea mutters as she launches herself at the woman battling Míril, immobilizing half the enemy's body with a slick arm-lock, rendering her unable to use her glaive effectively.
Satisfied that Drea is not going to die immediately, Míril turns her attention to the remaining guards. She looks longingly at a position where she is flanking a guard with Kon, but realizes how badly defended it is. So she settles for attacking the guard right in front of her.
She stabs at the foe with her sword twice, missing the second time - but partially because the cultist is falling.
The final cultist in the door takes a stab at the near Konstantin, missing dreadfully.
Konstantin keeps up his grim work at the door, cutting into the cultist with silvery claws. Sadly, the final cultists seems wary and avoids the blows.
"Can't say as I like the sound of that," Chancre says. "I decline."
Out of nowhere (or the door to the north of the room) an icicle streaks out and cuts Hosilla's cheek.
"Is that the cavalry?" Drea asks, perking up considerably. "I've been rather hoping there would be a cavalry."
Action: Move to Hosilla, avoiding an AoO with acrobatics, and grapple. Get in a position to flank if possible.
Possible Text: Letting the woman she had been holding fall to the ground, Drea streaks across the room and struggles with Hosilla, twisting one of the glaive-wielder's arms up behind her back.
AC 15 before grappling, 13 after
CMD v grapple control or escape: 24
hp 1
Special Defenses Evasion
Fire resistance 5, cold resistance 5, electricity resistance 5
Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +6
Samirah grits her teeth and focuses on the cultist in front of her, trying to ignore the sound of Hosilla's pontificating, and the pain in her back and leg.
Míril steps past the guard she has felled and engages the cultist fighting with Konstantin. She picks out juicy undefended weak points on the cultist and pokes at them with her sword.
"Is that the cavalry?" Drea asks, perking up considerably. "I've been rather hoping there would be a cavalry."
"That was ice, not horses," Konstantin says, apparently without irony.
"Can't say as I like the sound of that," Chancre says. "I decline."
Hosilla looks at the fallen all around her, she smiles, "That's the best part. There is no declining. Even if we fall, we always come back."
"Forever."
"And most of the time you won't even know we are there, creating your downfall from within your own ranks."
"So I don't suppose you'll help your own cause by just killing yourself right now and sparing us the trouble?" Chancre sighs.
Chancre does his part to help her with the we fall portion of her statement.
...without a lot of success.
Hosilla looks at the fallen all around her, she smiles, "That's the best part. There is no declining. Even if we fall, we always come back."
"Forever."
Drea laughs.
"If you believe that is a consummation devoutly to be wished," she says, sounding oddly detached, "You will be in for a highly unpleasant surprise."
Roshan
AC 17, touch 17, flat-footed 12. . (+5 Dex, +2 Monk(wisdom))
hp 17 (2d8+4) -16 = 1hp
Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +5
Roshan sweeps the room with his eyes. The tide seems to have turned for the better. He launches is last kunai at the obsessed cultist leader.
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Roshan sweeps the room with his eyes. The tide seems to have turned for the better. He launches is last kunai at the obsessed cultist leader. But his weapons bounces off her red and black magical deflection.
The leopard moves and takes a heavy pawed swipe at the remaining cultist. Looking curiously at all the other people as if sizing up for a big meal.
Anevia's shot breaks on the stone of the doorway.
Chancre does his part to help her with the we fall portion of her statement. Without a lot of sucess.
Another silent icicle from beyond the doorway to the north. Again successful, slicing into Hosilla.
Samirah grits her teeth and focuses on the cultist in front of her, trying to ignore the sound of Hosilla's pontificating, and the pain in her back and leg. But the distractions prove too much as the cultist ducks and weaves.
Another step back, and this time a successful stab into Chancre gut.
Míril steps past the guard she has felled and engages the cultist fighting with Konstantin. She picks out juicy undefended weak points on the cultist and pokes at them with her sword.
The cultist tries a whirlwind attack on his three flankers. He fails.
Konstantin rips into the cultist. Dropping him.
Letting the woman she had been holding fall to the ground, Drea streaks across the room and struggles with Hosilla, twisting one of the glaive-wielder's arms up behind her back.
Frost covers his fist, and when he opens it, he reveals a ball of ice and snow, which he hurls at Hosilla.
F Save DC15
"Did your Master tell you about the hunger?" Drea asks. "And the thirst? That claw at your gut and scratch at your throat and scream at your brain? They whisper that they can be sated if you do enough evil, but they lie. They're just with you. 'Forever'."
Samirah looks unhappy, then shakes it off and winks at Konstantin, a grin appearing on her face. "You can thank me later, when I've become less a burden and more... myself."
She turns to face Hosilla, whose arm has been pulled behind her body by the very polite Drea.
"Now I have many people to talk with, and you have none. What say you?"
"The retching."
Chancre again attacks Hosilla. It's all in the wrist.
Action: Grapple check to pin.
Possible Text: Drea wraps her body around the other woman's almost suggestively, immobilizing her nearly completely, their faces close.
"I sincerely hope you change your mind," she says, "Before it's too late."
Roshan
AC 17, touch 17, flat-footed 12. . (+5 Dex, +2 Monk(wisdom))
hp 17 (2d8+4)
Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +5
Roshan looks down at the starknife and vial in his hands, looks back up at the combatants. Then goes about retrieving his weapons strewn about the room. He is ready to assist if any of his companions are in need.
GM: if we have another healing potion, he would probably approach from behind and administer it to Drea.
Anevia
Roshan looks down at the starknife and vial in his hands, looks back up at the combatants. Then goes about retrieving his weapons strewn about the room. He is ready to assist if any of his companions are in need.
The leopard pounces towards the pair of Drea and Hosilla - dissipating in mid-air.
Anevia limps up with her bow, considers the tight shot. Then puts her bow away.
Chancre again attacks Hosilla. It's all in the wrist. At least that is what he tells himself when his sword is narrowly deflected by magic.
Samirah looks unhappy, then shakes it off and winks at Konstantin, a grin appearing on her face. "You can thank me later, when I've become less a burden and more... myself."
She turns to face Hosilla, whose arm has been pulled behind her body by the very polite Drea.
"Now I have many people to talk with, and you have none. What say you?"
Her voice is more than a little strained by the tight grip of Drea, but Hosilla still manages to smirk. "Oh, you've found your friend. Someone who gets themselves led around by their nether regions regions and has already gleefully signed her soul over to the abyss."
"And not even to one of the good sins."
Her voice grows sharp edges, "Now be a good b$~$$ and drop me." ( )
Konstantin steps over the falling man, his claws vanishing into his bloody hands. He nods to Samirah. "My thanks," he says.
Frost covers his fist, and when he opens it, he reveals a ball of ice and snow, which he hurls at Hosilla. But is misses the newly freed woman.
Action: Drea bites her.
Possible Text:
Her voice grows sharp edges, "Now be a good b~$*& and drop me."
"All right," Drea says, letting her go. And bites her face instead. Blood sprays from the wound.
Action: Attempt to resume the grapple.
Possible Text: Drea once again tries to capture the demon cultist's arm.
Sigrit seems to be having trouble following the quick banter."Hardly cavalry. An adequate field medic, though."
Round 8
Sigrit takes a moment to evaluate the condition of her enemies' enemies. If many seem moderately injured, and she can reach most of them without accidentally healing her downed enemies, she will channel. If her new allies are in good shape, or she can't reach just them, she will use her third icicle.
Sigrit seems to be having trouble following the quick banter."Hardly cavalry. An adequate field medic, though."
"That's ... even better, in all honesty."
She nods her thanks to Konstantin, then turns to face the cult leader.
"Excuse me? I lead with my nether regions, I am not led by them." Her tone is playful, but she makes her way towards Hosilla to attack her, taking care to avoid Drea.
Her voice grows sharp edges, "Now be a good b**!% and drop me."
"All right," Drea says, letting her go. And bites her face instead. Blood sprays from the wound.
There is a wet chuckle as the woman sinks to the ground, blood pumping from the wound. Hosilla's lips move but the words are lacking breath behind them.
Samirah looks at the group of injured people around her, focusing longest on Drea, then steps towards Hosilla, weapon still in hand.
"I'm sure your Master is pleased with the work you've done here. Are you ready to go see him?"
There is a wet chuckle as the woman sinks to the ground, blood pumping from the wound. Hosilla's lips move but the words are lacking breath behind them.
Drea looks at the blood pooling around the head of the unconscious woman for a long moment.
"Good answer," she finally says.
"I'm sure your Master is pleased with the work you've done here. Are you ready to go see him?"
"Thus far, we've been letting the wounded live," Drea tells her. "We have allies in a town further back in the tunnels, so they can be brought to trial there."
"Besides which, if we let this one die, I suspect we're simply unleashing her on the world in a nastier form. If we can avoid creating a demon with a particular desire for our blood and souls, it might be wise to do so."
Drea attempts to stop Hosilla's blood loss ...
... successfully.
"Is that how that works? I definitely don't want her coming back as a demon. I have such a way with women."
Chancre moves closer, watches what Drea does. "Good work."
He goes over to the door where Sigrit is imprisoned, and attempts to unlock/open it.
Samirah cocks her head, watching Drea heal Hosilla. Then sheathes her weapon.
"Were you thinking about that when you bit her on the face?" She waits a beat, then smiles warmly. "I'm Samirah Basri, by the way." She turns to address everyone around her. "And... thank you all for your help. Usually ropes don't trouble me much, but ah, Hosilla is pretty adept at knot work."
"Konstantin Argentaev," says Konstantin. "I suppose we're all good at something."
He produces a silver scale. "Now, would you mind if I healed a few of your wounds as thanks?"
"Were you thinking about that when you bit her on the face?"
"Not ... at that very moment, no." Drea says in a small voice, shamefaced.
"Konstantin Argentaev," says Konstantin. "I suppose we're all good at something."
He produces a silver scale. "Now, would you mind if I healed a few of your wounds as thanks?"
Konstantin shudders in a sudden chill only he can feel. "Apparently, these are for you." He hands a silver scale to Samirah, and another to Sigrit. "Welcome to... whatever it is we are."
Samirah claps a hand on Drea's shoulder with a friendly grin on her face. "It's okay, I don't think much before I bite people either!"
When Konstantin introduces himself and hands her the scale, she takes it from with him with a nod of her head. "You can lay those hands on me any time," a lecherous waggle of eyebrows, "if you want to heal me. Though a good fire wouldn't hurt either."
she takes it from with him with a nod of her head.
When Konstantin introduces himself and hands her the scale, she takes it from with him with a nod of her head. "You can lay those hands on me any time," a lecherous waggle of eyebrows, "if you want to heal me. Though a good fire wouldn't hurt either."
Konstantin blinks in surprise. "Yes, well, with your scale, you should be able to heal up nicely."
He steps away, and with a word, frost encrusts his bloody hands. Then it flakes away, taking the blood with it.
Samirah claps a hand on Drea's shoulder with a friendly grin on her face. "It's okay, I don't think much before I bite people either!"
Drea smiles gamely back, although she still doesn't seem very happy with herself.
"So, how did you and the healer come to be captured by that woman?"
Samirah almost drops the scale in surprise when she feels the chill, but as the chill fades, she examines the scale more closely. She doesn't know quite what to do with it, so she presses it against her leg and says "Heal?" at it.
Her back feels much better, and she sighs with relief.
"Well, I'm not sure about the healer, but the last thing I remember is demons popping out of cracks that had opened up in the ground in Kenabres, and one opened up underneath me as I was attempting to save some people who were clearly unprepared to defend themselves. I woke up bound on the floor, sans my sword and armor. Speaking of which... she begins to look around the room for her armor. "I mean, my people are used to being sought after by slavers, so I figured that's what they were on about." She stops searching to flip her hair importantly, which causes it to glow a little brighter for a moment.
"There were a couple of other prisoners when I first woke up. One was sacrificed, another turned to the cult. And I overheard some talk about a crazy dwarf that almost got eaten by darkmantles." She looks at Sigrit. "Ostensibly this is not the same dwarf."
Drea busies herself making sure than any wounded foes are not in danger of death, and that they are also securely bound.
"We ended up down here in much the same way, although we landed in what sounds to be a somewhat safer part of the underground," Drea tells Samirah. "And we ran into what was almost certainly that mad dwarf, who tried to feed us to those darkmantles. And who was indeed a different dwarf from this one."
When she gets a chance, she will mention to Aravahnial, "By the way, I believe your summoned creatures turned the tide of battle and may have saved all our lives. Thank you."
"...And I overheard some talk about a crazy dwarf that almost got eaten by darkmantles." She looks at Sigrit. "Ostensibly this is not the same dwarf."
"Almost," Konstantin says with mild surprise.
Roshan enters the side room
If Samirah looks in his direction, he nods to her in acknowledgement.
"Chancre Cailean," says Chancre. "Glad to make your acquaintance."
Samirah waves at Roshan.
"Likewise!" She responds to Chancre. "That's an interesting name. Isn't that a sore of some kind? Did your parents give you that name? It seems a little unkind for a parent to do."
You get the impression she's not being rude on purpose. Just inquisitive and tactless.
"I cast runes for it. So you could say that my god gave it to me," Chancre says. "There's a bit of a story there. Does Samirah mean something?"
Samirah waves at Roshan.
"That's Roshan, by the way," Drea mentions. "He either does not or cannot speak."