The Seven Prayers: Save the Princess! (Inactive)

Game Master Aebliss

It's time to escort a young noblewoman to her first meeting with her fiancé, all in the name of peace. And then it's time to save her life...!


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Male DM DM 10

You were actually expected... As for a map... Hmm.
Let me do some work on this.
Kyrax, remember you have a mount!


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

Here, have a MAP. In theory, anyone with the link should be able to move any of the tokens. DM Q, does this look OK?


Male DM DM 10

That looks EXCELLENT. Starting now, I am making you the official cartographer. ;) Thank you very much!


M Kitsune Dawnflower Dervish 1 Ninja (Scout) 2 | AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 8/21 | F +1, R +9, W +1 | Init +4| Perc +5| Sense Motive +3

Nice. That is a good map! Well done, and my thanks as well.

Kyrax dances in past the ogre's defenses and attacks him, landing a near perfect slice that nearly disembowels the creature.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (1) = 12

Scimitar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 191d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13

Flame of the Dawnflower trait adds +2 damage on crits. I moved Kyrax on the map, but in case that does not show, has moved to the left of the ogre staining cati-corner to it and the goblin.


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

You're welcome. I've been getting a lot of practice setting up maps lately, what with running Emerald Spire on the boards. Dungeon crawls suffer without a way to see what you're doing.


Male Human Cleric 7 (HP 51/51 ;AC16,T11,FF15; F+8,R+5,W+11; Init +1; Perc +4){Effects:none}

The bag in the corner begins calling out, somewhat muffled of course, "Wait, that doesn't sound like ogre or orcs? Hello? Pharasma bless you doubly if you kill these beasts and get me the Hells out of here!
The bag rolls around as who ever is in it tries to slip free.

Fat chance Escape Artist untrained 1d20 ⇒ 12 -5 if he's wearing his armor under there


M Kitsune Dawnflower Dervish 1 Ninja (Scout) 2 | AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 8/21 | F +1, R +9, W +1 | Init +4| Perc +5| Sense Motive +3

I failed to properly identify it, but that second "scimitar" was to try to confirm a threat.


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

The identity of the human in the corner was the only thing I wasn't really sure about--good to see the icon assignment confirmed.


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

"Now, calm down, Lady, calm down!"

Robert says, while defiantly tries to contain the pain and hope that help comes before he bleeds away. He firmly holds Secunda in place, and tries disarm her.

"Put yourself together, Secunda! Valeria is not dead, we are here to take her back, so don't quit before it is time. Stay with us, and instead of being responsible for her death you will be a heroine in the queen's eyes. And stop hurting me, please. I say again: I don't want to hurt you!"

OOC: Secunda at -4 AC, -4 to attack.
unarmed attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

Arma seeing the scene readies her shield and with all haste moves to get her shield between Robert and Secunda. Only hearing Roberts words keeps her from striking out with her gauntlet covered fist.

With her voice resounds as loudly and firmly as she can make it through her helmets visor as she tries to shock the woman back to sense. The lacking stunted emotion in the words perhaps aiding in the implication and making it sound cold and threatening despite her efforts for it not.

"Lady Secunda! Yield now!"

OOC For the DM:

Moving to beside Robert and using Saving Shield to grant him +2 AC as an immediate action.
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3


F Goblin Possessed Oracle (Life) 3

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

The goblin hanging from the ceiling begins to thrash wildly, spouting words that resonate through the room oddly, casting a deep, masculine echo to the shrill goblin-shrieks.

"Placet! Placet auxilium!"

Celestial:

Please! Please help!


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

OOC: edit to my previous post. I did mean a disarm attempt, and not an unarmed attack.


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

Pontia speaks an imperious command in a guttural language. In response, the conjured rat, still smelling of sulfur, skitters into the room and bites at the ogre if it's still up after Kyrax's attack; if it isn't, the rat will go after the nearest orc. When she can, Pontia steps up and looses an acid dart at the ogre or nearest attacker.

Bite to flatfooted ogre: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Bite damage (plus save vs. disease, if it's important): 1d4 ⇒ 4

Acid dart to ogre, ranged touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Acid dart damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1


Male Elf Two-Handed Fighter 3 (Perception: +8, AC: 16, Touch: 13, FF: 14, HP: 24/25, F: +4 R: +3 W: +2)

If the Ogre is still alive, Mirandix will charge the Ogre. Otherwise he will charge the bottom right Orc.

Charge attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9.

Hitting nothing but air, he growls a little under his breath.


Male Human (Tian-Shu) Sorcerer 3

Zhu curses at the sight inside the room, and he releases a bolt of arcane energy at the foe who seems most seriously injured.

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Zhu fires magic missile at the most injured target, hoping to bring it down.
Magic Missile damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3


Male Human Cleric 7 (HP 51/51 ;AC16,T11,FF15; F+8,R+5,W+11; Init +1; Perc +4){Effects:none}

"Fight on! You are destined for victory..." One bag cheers you all on as the sounds of battle continue. Those close by may hear a muttered "At least I sure hope so."


Male DM DM 10

Work keeps kicking my butt... BUT HERE WE GO!

As Kyrax dances into the room, scimitar at the ready, the loutish Ogre reacts with snake-like speed; his warhammer lashes out, aimed at the Bard's knees!
10-ft. reach means AoO. The Ogre sergeant goes for a Trip attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
The blow knocks Kyrax off his feet and sends him sprawling before he can get his blade into the Ogre!
"BWA HAW, YA LITTLE BITE!" the Ogre roars. "THEY DON'T CALL ME 'SARGE' FA NUFFIN'!"

*

The fourth Orc (LR) draws a cruel-looking dagger from its belt and throws it at Mirandix, snarling its ancestral hatred for all Elves, everywhere.
Ranged attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 damage.
The blade strikes and drinks deeply of the noble warrior's blood...!

*

The dire rat, trailing a plume of brimstone stench, runs up to the Ogre, screeching. It races up the monster's flank and sinks its chisel-like teeth into its flesh! The Ogre bellows in outrage even as the Hell-tainted disease seeps into its bloodstream.
Fortitude save 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
But it is clear that the Ogre is shrugging off the taint!

*

The first Orc (UL), drops the hammer he had been using and instead draws a dagger, which it flicks at the prone Kyrax!
Ranged attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 damage.
Fortunately for the Dawnflower Dervish, the throw goes wide.

*

Noya (NPC'ed) rushes into the room, katana gleaming as she hurls herself upon the two Orcs by the fireplace in an attempt to push them into the fire!
Bull rush 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Alas, noble as the effort is, it falls flat as the burly Orcs stand strong against her assault...

*

Pontia is up next, her dark magic taking the form of an acidic blast that takes the Ogre in its bulbous, jiggling belly. The monster screams, its voice unexpectedly high-pitched as it swats at both the rat and the green goo dissolving its skin.
"CASTERS!" it roars. "FILTHY CASTERS! RRRAUGH!"

*

Mirandix bravely runs up to the Ogre, his curveblade glittering in the air, but 'Sarge' again shows he is not just a musclebound mook; despite his pain, the Ogre nimbly dodges the attack.

*

The second Orc (UR) snarls as he sees his leader bedeviled by magic and draws a wicked-looking falchion from the sheath at his belt. "I am going to eat you while I rape you, human sow!" he growls at Pontia, and starts to make his way across the battlefield, his eyes solely on her...
Orc #2 draws and moves, hopping over Kyrax as it goes. AoO opportunity for Kyrax.

*

Zhu swears in his native Tien tongue at the way the tide of battle is shifting, and casts his favourite spell. The magic missile thuds into Sarge's bulk, eliciting another roar of pain and a filthy vow to rip out all casters' gizzards and feed them to the vulturues and various vermin!

*

The third Orc (UR) tries to grab hold of Noya and wrestle her to the ground, drool slopping from its jaws as its red, piggy eyes burn into hers!
Orc grapple attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23. Noya gets an AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 for 1d8 ⇒ 7
Before the wretched Orc can push her down, Noya's katana dips into its gut and up into its heart. The Orc has a bare moment to look surprised before the light fades from its eyes and it falls limp to the ground.

*

"FILTHY, CHEESE-EATING, FLEA-BREEDING CRITTER! RRRAAAGGH!" 'Sarge' bellows.
Sarge attacks the dire rat: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 for 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 damage.
The Ogre's horny-knuckled hand grabs the flailing rat -- and squeezes it to pulp before your very eyes! The blood and entrails oozing from between Sarge's fingers glow a bright, sanguine red and puff into crimson smoke before they touch the ground as the dire rat returns to its infernal home.
"NOW THEN, PRETTIES," Sarge says, leering evilly at Kyrax and Mirandix. "TIME TO DROP THE HAMMER!"

*

Mirandix and Mirandix ONLY:
The Ogre's stench wafts into your nostrils and you feel a faint tremor of unease run through you as the horrible beast GRINS at you, clearly savouring the chance to pound you into pulp!

And you seem to feel something. Like a shadow of a whisper, the feeling of the offer of an outstretched hand. You feel like someone or something is offering you help, but you know not who or what.

You are free to decline. If you accept, however, you feel a sudden surge of confidence, a new limberness in your limbs!
Acceptance confers a 1-round bonus of +4 to your Dexterity.

Initiative order: Kyrax - Orc #4 - Dire rat - Orc #1 - Noya - Pontia - Mirandix - Orc #2 - Zhu - Ogre sergeant

Status
Dire rat: DEAD
Mirandix -7
Ogre -8
Orc #3: DEAD


Female Human Aristocrat 1 / Rogue 1

Robert's attempt to restrain Secunda further sadly goes wide. For a heart-stopping moment, he is looking into her Hell-bright eyes as she readies herself for another attack -- and then Arma is there, her shield interposed between the two combatants.

Secunda backs off, an unhappy keening rising from her throat, rather like the whining of a whipped dog. The lady bites her lower lip and you can see blood start to trickle down her chin.

"Yield?" she whispers. "Don't give up? Naive fools! What chance have we against a wizard that powerful...? What chance? No chance. No chance at all... You all have to die... It's my only chance...!"

Sobbing hysterically, the Lady Secunda turns and runs away from you, as fast as her legs can carry her while holding up her skirts with one hand.

Lady Secunda is fleeing the field of battle! Will you go back to the others or pursue her?


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

If the ogre hasn't acted yet, by RAW it needs Combat Reflexes to be able to take an AoO on Kyrax.


Male DM DM 10

It does.


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

Cool. Just checking.


Male DM DM 10

No prob. Keep in mind that these guys are here as guards, and have received training for that purpose. ^^


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Robert will double back to the cave. However, he is at only 3hp right now, so not of much use in battle. He will do ranged attacks, that's all.

Before going, he takes back the chakram he threw at Secunda, and due to time pressure, leaves the mongrelman unchecked, where he lies.


Male Human (Tian-Shu) Sorcerer 3

"You are the expert on FILTHY, dog!" Zhu sneers at the large orc. He then mutters and hurls another magical blast at "Sarge."

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Magic Missile again: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5. Zhu will remain by the doorway.


F Goblin Possessed Oracle (Life) 3

The upturned Goblin swivels its over-sized head, taking in the scene as violence breaks out around her.

She begins to panic, visibly, writing and struggling to get free. Then her eyes flash bright white, and she becomes strangely composed. She points at Mirandix and in that same oddly-echoing voice, speaks a holy word.

Kezzat casts Guidance on Mirandix, he gets a +1 on a single attack roll, saving throw or skill check. lasts one minute or until used.


Male Elf Two-Handed Fighter 3 (Perception: +8, AC: 16, Touch: 13, FF: 14, HP: 24/25, F: +4 R: +3 W: +2)

Moving even more gracefully than usual and gritting his teeth against the pain of the thrown dagger, Mirandix whirls and aims a swing at the Orc that slipped in behind him.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16.
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11.


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Robert looks with amazement at the shield that prevented another murderous attack by Secunda. Following the arm holding to meet the owner's eyes, he says:

"Never an arrival has been more promptly, Lady Arma. You have no doubt saved my life, and I am grateful to you. What about the others? How are they?"


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

Arma looks into the face of the maddened Lady Secunda as she screams her words and then turns to flee.

"Lady Secunda... What do you mean?"

As the manic woman flee's Arma holds herself from moving to follow the crazed woman. Instead she turns to Robert and bends down raising her visor with one hand as she reaches to help support him with the other.

"I too am glad I arrived when I did Sir Robert. The others are ahead though I came back to see what was taking you both so long."

Turning her gaze from him as she looks toward where the mad woman fled she speaks up.

"We should hurry and return to them now Sir Robert. But you should tell me of Lady Secunda. If she is this dangerous I need you to explain what you can."

She begins heading back while focusing where the maddened Lady Secunda fled to.

DM OOC:
Arma maintains her Saving Shield in a paranoid fashion on Robert as she walks behind him. She is attempting to stay alert toward the direction Lady Secunda fled in.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15


Male DM DM 10

As Arma and Robert make their way over to the first Wizard-door and the stairwell beyond, they can hear shouting, cries of pain, and most tellingly: the crash of steel on steel! The others are locked in combat!

Waiting on Kyrax, if he's still in, and also on Noya and Pontia to advance to the next round. But I did think I needed to show myself willing. ^^;


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

Updating map atm. AIUI, two of the orcs are down; can you check the positions of the other two? I think Mirandix got the one that was coming after Pontia.

Pontia sidesteps and hurls another acid dart at the ogre, but the canny creature dodges out of the way (I think; will roll damage just in case. It is a touch attack, after all.).

RTA acid dart on ogre: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Damage, if applicable: 1d6 ⇒ 1


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

"Damn!" Arma looks to Robert as the sound finally reaches her. "Quickly. Behind me Sir Robert. We need to hurry!"

She passes back her crossbow loaded already and once she is sure he is ready she moves to charge forward drawing her scimitar in her other hand as she moves forward.


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Robert tries to find someone disengaged, and if he finds one he looses on of his chakrams in their direction.

Given the close quarters nature, he has +1 for Point-blank shot.

attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5


Noya continues her attack on it.
Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Dam: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Better thinking, Robert will throw the chakram in any case.


Male DM DM 10

From his prone position, Kyrax slashes at the Orc who is making his way over to, shall we say, 'inconvenience' Pontia. (Because if we say what it actually intends to do, I'd probably be censured by the nice people who run these boards.)
Cold iron scimitar attack of opportunity, counting prone modifier and Kezzat's Bless: 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 4 + 1 = 11 for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
The pig-faced warrior curses at Kyrax cuts at him, but manages to dodge the stab and continues on his way...!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kyrax labours to get back to his feet. Leery of 'Sarge''s proximity, he uses his superior acrobatics to put some distance between himself and the Ogre's terrible hammer before he rises.
Acrobatics 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Sadly, this is not enough!

"WHERE YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, MEATBAG?" the Ogre growls, kicking out at Kyrax as he tries to roll away.
Trip attack 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
The kick strikes Kyrax full in the midsection, and he finds himself slamming into the wall, quite close to the hanging Goblin, where he slumps onto the ground.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The fourth Orc draws a dagger and stabbing at her face and neck!
Dagger attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 damage.
The Orc catches the heroic Aasimar a lucky stab, and her blood wets the stale rushes scattered about the floor!
"You stick me, I stick you!" the Orc growls at Noya, leering hideously as it flicks its weapon from hand to hand - and licks her blood from the edge.
"Hmmm, yummy-yummy for my tummy! Hey, Sarge! Fuhget da yoo-man! I'ma roast and eat THIS one!"

The next moment, though, the bestial creature squeals with pain as Noya's katana slices into its own flesh!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The first Orc sizes up the way the battle is going -- and anyone who looks at it can see the wheels turning behind its red, piggy eyes. With a grunt of disgust, it moves towards the door out of this room, the one behind the Ogre, and slips through.
"Get stick!" it snarls by way of goodbye.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The second Orc, having dodged Kyrax' attack, approaches Pontia. Its bestial face is flushed and engorged with blood, turning the normally green hide an ugly shade of puce as it slashes at her with its falchion! The distraction of the attack is great enough that it throws off her own, and sends her spell going hopelessly wide...

The next moment, Pontia has a unique experience -- or one might HOPE that it is to be unique. With a sudden blur of elegance and speed, Mirandix pirouettes in place, his curveblade whirling around him like a ribbon of steel -- a ribbon that slices through the second Orc's neck and lifts its head right off of its shoulders! Blood bursts forth, splashing against Pontia's armour and splattering Mirandix' own.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Zhu bravely holds his ground, and blasts the Ogre Sergeant with another magic missile. The misshapen giant bellows with pain, as the casters' work is starting to show on its bulky frame.

* * * * * * * * * *

Yes, the injuries are starting to show... but they are not yet enough to knock the behemoth out!
Hammer attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
The Ogre's warhammer whirrs scant inches in front of Mirandix' nose, coming quite close to pulping his skull against the floor.
"Y'GIT OUTTA MY WAY, PANSY ELF!" the monster bellows, pushing to get past you and get at Zhu!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It is at this time that Arma and Robert arrive to behold the scene of battle! Robert hurls his chakram at the bellowing 'Sarge', and manages to strike the monster a wicked blow! The Ogre's roars of fury shake the very rafters above your heads!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Initiative order: Kyrax - Orc #4 - Orc #1 - Noya - Pontia - Mirandix - Orc #2 - Zhu - Ogre sergeant

Status
Dire rat: DEAD
Mirandix -7
Noya -7
Ogre -18
Orc #2: DEAD
Orc #3: DEAD
Orc #4 -4


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

Arma moves toward the Ogre looking for the opertunity to charge, having little regard for much else except moving to attack in position besides Mirandix.

Rolls and Actions:

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Scimitar Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Scimitar Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Using Immediate Action to use Saving Shield on Mirandix
If able to charge into a square next to Mirandix then she does so otherwise she uses her move action to get adjacent to him and attack using her standard action. The most important thing to her is getting adjacent to Mirandix so only add the +2 to the attack if the charge is possible!


Female Human Wiz/9 | AC 18* T 17* FF 17* | HP 46/46 | F +5 R +5 W +8 | Init +7| Perc +1|Sense Motive +1

"Well struck, Mirandix." But the distraction keeps Pontia from being able to hit the ogre with another corrosive dart.

Acid dart RTA on ogre: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5


Noya goes after one of the orcs.
Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Dam: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10


Male Elf Two-Handed Fighter 3 (Perception: +8, AC: 16, Touch: 13, FF: 14, HP: 24/25, F: +4 R: +3 W: +2)

Continuing his spin, though with some of the grace leaching out of it, Mirandix whirls back to the Ogre and slashes at the hideous creature with all his considerable strength.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26.
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21.
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13, 26 if critical confirms.


Male DM DM 10

By the fireplace, Noya fairly guts the last Orc standing. With a final gasp of agony, it slowly slumps to the ground, clutching at the Aasimar while its insides splatter her armour.

By the door, Mirandix' swift attack opens up a thin, red line along Sarge's neck -- a line that expands dramatically as the Ogre's head droops back, no longer supported by tendons or spine. His expression has a brief moment to turn from fury to surprise before the light fades from his eyes. The reeking corpse strikes the ground so hard that the ground trembles...!

COMBAT IS OVER!

EVERYONE WHO IS STILL LEVEL 2, ADVANCE TO LEVEL 3!

With your enemies dead on the floor, you have time to investigate the room -- and perhaps the two prisoners who were already here when you arrived, as well?

Already, you can see that there is a chest with a simple-looking lock under the table the Ogre was dining at, and although the prospect might be a bit daunting, there are bodies to search for loot...


Each of the three dead Orcs has two daggers and a falchion, and is wearing leather armour.

One Orc turns out to have a pack of playing cards with pictures of naked females on the backs - from all kinds of sentient species.

Another dead Orc is carrying a small steel mirror, a comb, a masterwork razor and a bottle of powerful-smelling perfurme.

Appraise DC 20:
This stuff is worth maybe 5 gp to the right buyer, or can grant you a +1 bonus to Charisma-based checks under the right circumstances.

The Ogre Sergeant's hammer is a common item, and made for a Large creature besides, but there are some crude runic inscriptions on the hammerhead.

Giantish runes:
'Mother-door, not arm-door. Drink. Don't burn.'


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Robert relaxes finally, as the battle is over. Bloodied and tired, he quickly passes over the orc "treasures", recovers his chakram and one dagger and approaches the prisoners.

Before interacting with them, he addresses the group:

"Well done, everyone. Congratulations!"

He then turns to the prisoners:

"Say, who are you, and what are you doing here?"


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

Arma watches as the combat ends right in front of her before her sword can even swing against a foe or she can finish moving into place. As Mirandix blade takes the throat from the Ogre before she can even move to swing she soon turns to scan the room.

Listening to Roberts words she doesn't agree just yet but cannot help but be glad to see that most everyone is well. "Sir Robert... Get your wounds tended to." She takes back her crossbow from her friend giving him a concerned look.

Still as she scans over the room and her vision settles upon the crumpled rather still form of Kyrax across the way and her concern comes back to mind. She moves over to check on him as he is laying upon the floor raising her visor and kneeling next to him. Scanning his injuries, she places her gauntlet covered hand gently on his shoulder trying to rouse him with care.

"Sir Kyrax? My friend? Are you...?!" She begins to look him over more thoroughly and when he fails to rouse to her words or slight but firm touch she raises her voice with some urgency but keeps it level. "Can someone get over here... Sir Kyrax needs aid!"


Male Human Cleric 7 (HP 51/51 ;AC16,T11,FF15; F+8,R+5,W+11; Init +1; Perc +4){Effects:none}
Robert, le Bâtard wrote:

"Say, who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Mostly I was worrying about getting eaten," The human cleric answers the second part of the question first, "Getting so a priest can't even tend to small communities without trouble. I got snatched up by the 'red debbulls' or whatever they were calling themselves ,and then offered up as tribute to the orcs. I'm Bydar of Pharasma by the way. You were my second chance at 'help' The first was some snake tongued fellow I heard through the bag who bartered away his own friends for safe passage. When I heard that, I figured he wasn't the one destined to rescue me. That answer your questions?"

Assuming he's let out of the bag

Quote:
"Sir Kyrax? My friend? Are you...?!" She begins to look him over more thoroughly and when he fails to rouse to her words or slight but firm touch she raises her voice with some urgency but keeps it level. "Can someone get over here... Sir Kyrax needs aid!"

"What? Where... come on, all you who are wounded follow me, might as well make the most of this. I owe you that much and this can't be coincidence. It very rarely is," He follows where directed.


Male Elf Two-Handed Fighter 3 (Perception: +8, AC: 16, Touch: 13, FF: 14, HP: 24/25, F: +4 R: +3 W: +2)

As the adrenaline of the fight wears off Mirandix stumbles, grunting in pain. A quick evaluation of the dagger in his side convinces him it is not fatal and he pulls the knife out and tosses it away.

Bydar wrote:
"What? Where... come on, all you who are wounded follow me, might as well make the most of this. I owe you that much and this can't be coincidence. It very rarely is," He follows where directed.

He looks up at the new guy mentions wounds and his comment about Pharasma slowly sinks in through the pain fogging Mirandix's brain. He braces himself and walks over to where the priest is approaching Kyrax. Mirandix cleans and sheathes his curved blade as he goes.


Male Human (Tian-Shu) Sorcerer 3

Zhu looks around as Robert comments on the battle's end. "Yes, Robert, it was -- by the Spirits!" He exclaims at the sight of Robert's bloody clothing. "What happened to you?"


Female Android Armor Master Fighter 3rd

"Please over here! I do not know if we can move him..."

Arma seems to be concerned but her composure still holds. She does however watch the newcomer with concern as she kneels next to the prone form of her ally and friend.


Male Human Cleric 7 (HP 51/51 ;AC16,T11,FF15; F+8,R+5,W+11; Init +1; Perc +4){Effects:none}

"Blast it They took my holy symbol. So much for the easy way until we find it..."
Channeling takes a holy symbol, but fortunately Rebuke Death and Cure spells don't IIRC he puts a hand against Kryax quite gently and speaks, "Pharasma, lady of mysteries, unless you have some particular need for this fellow to be dead, or I've truly displeased thee, I ask somewhat humbly for you to restore some small smattering of life into this fellow who it seems others are fond of, which speaks well of him."

Quote:
Rebuke Death (Sp): You can touch a living creature as a standard action, healing it for 1d4 points of damage plus 1 for every two cleric levels you possess. You can only use this ability on a creature that is below 0 hit points. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 healed

And then again another touch, this one more potent CLW on Kyrax as well 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11


Male Human Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3

Robert lets (retroactively) Bydar out of the bag:

"A gracious fellow, it would seem, and one quite valorous as well. Be welcome."

Then, as Arma calls for aid, he approaches Kyrax, rathen powerlessly, and lets Bydar do his business.

At Zhu's question, though, his eyes turn sombre as he answers:

"I had a rather unpleasant, but not totally unexpected, meeting with "Lady" Secunda. She surprised me with her skill and a bit of luck. She appears to be mad mad with rage and shame. Someone killed Horsehaw. From what I saw, it could have been Secunda, but I am not absolutely sure."


F Goblin Possessed Oracle (Life) 3

The upturned goblin grows still when the fracas ends, watching the newcomers with wide eyes. After a contemplative moment, and some mumbling, she begins to thrash around, and wails at the top of her goblin lungs.

"Down! Down! Down! You help! I help! Down! Please!"


Male Human (Tian-Shu) Sorcerer 3

Zhu says to Robert, "That is ... unfortunate. Did Secunda flee? For her own sake and ours, I hope so. Her crazed manner threatened our safety."

He walks over to the pleading goblin (Kezzat). "You say you can help us, goblin? How?" Seeing that the lone, tiny goblin can hardly do much harm to the party, especially as they're her rescuers, he cuts her down with his sickle -- but he keeps the blade near her afterward. "Make your answer a convincing one, please. Many of us have short tempers today."

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