Xynen's Hell's Rebels (Inactive)

Game Master Xynen

Femi yawns to cover his nervousness and mutters, "Prisoner transfer", as he casually hands over the paperwork. He tries to look bored and in a hurry at the same time...

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Elias, with long greasy hair covering the rounded tips of his very human looking ears, thanks to an application of Disguise Self, scratches one sweat stained arm pit and asks distractedly, "Oi! What they pay you here? Better than this lot I reckon, and nowt so much time in the chill and rain yeah? How you lot get such a posh gig? Kin I get in onnit?" His two remaining yellow teeth almost meet when he grins at the guard.

Bluff check to aid Femi's roll: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

The first guard, the one who spoke, grabs the papers from Femi's hands and looks them over. It's a quick scan, not the practiced reading of a professional and he nods as he hands them back. Turning to Elias he raises an eyebrow. "Join the army if you want to be a soldier. Probably better then shuffling all these low lives across the country anyway."

He looks to the other guard and nods toward one of the back rooms. "They need to see Sabo, you lost the last three rounds, so you get to take them.

The second guards huffs as protest but otherwise gets up and leads you along the back hallway and through a few other rooms towards his bosses office. Along the way you see a small room full of bunks and two sleeping guards, and you pass four more in the hallways.

When you're finally led into the office you spy a woman of about middle age in Thruneish colors. She looks up and smiles widely at the guard.

"Hello handsome! What have you brought me today?" The guards eyes immediately turn downward and he makes a conscious effort not look up at hi superior.

"Th-th-they've brought some transfer orders m'am. That's all."

Sabo smiles coyly and taps her nails on the table.
'Well, it was so dutiful of you to bring them here to me. Keep this up and I might even let you sleep in my room someday soon."

The guards face flushes immediately and he about faces almost as quickly with a nod of his head and exits the office. "Just doing my job m'am!" You hear from the hallway as Sabo turns to your group and looks you over.

"Transfer orders, yes? Don't think I've seen you boys before, I would have remembered, always had a thing for boys with horns." Sabo licks her lips in Kalem's direction before sticking her hand out, waiting for the transfer orders.

As she looks them over, she questions the group about their destination, who they represent, and whether or not they consider themselves faithful Asmodeans, among other things.

I need 1 bluff check from every party member. Feel free to detail your bluff as much as you'd like.

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Brask remains in the back, keeping an eye on the party and following their lead. He's supposed to act like muscle, and that's what he is.

Kalem is a bit off-put at the woman's advances and coughs lightly into his fist.

"Just wanna get the work done Miss. I don't really give a damn about who's doing what as long as I got coin for drink and meat." He mumbles.

Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Myradil mixes in a series of truths and half truths to help give weight to his story

"Praise be to Asmodeus, creator of meaning, lords of laws. I am so thankful to no longer work for the bumbling government that let so much chaos run freely here... This job pays well enough but to be honest I'd really like a chance to serve in inquisitor Barzillai Thrune's contingent, and bring real order to this city. I don't suppose you have any openings for when my contract with these... fellows is done?"

Myradil tries to lower his voice a bit towards the end to not be quite as obvious in his insulting of his companions.

inspired bluff: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 6 + (5) = 29

Femi tries to follow Myradil's lead.

"Just what's in the orders. I think Thrune might want to torture this lot personally, but I'm not paid to think, I'm paid to deliver prisoners, and you're slowing us down. Curfew is in a short while, and I mean to unload this lot as soon as I can."

"Praise be Asmodeous, of course. Who else is deserving?" he asks without expecting an answer.

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Elias leers openly, his greasy, pockmarked face just happy to be out of the rain. "Aye, work work work. Dedication to the cause, that's what we is all about, yer ladyship. Hail Thrune, alla dat. Lissen, ya think we could rent space here or summat? These be right posh housings yeah?"

bit of luck
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"What a dutiful lot, you boys are." She says as she continues looking over the documents. While reading them over, she listens to your answers, not really answering your questions, as her attention is divided. Eventually she comes out from around her desk and hands the papers back to Femi.

"Your papers are good, you may retrieve your prisoners, since you're in such a rush." Then, without hesitation, she slams the poor mage up against the wall. She keeps her face inches from his, her face no longer playful or welcoming.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I will have you strung up in our torture chamber so quickly you might not even notice when we start to cut on you! Think that might slow you down as well?"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

Releasing the pressure she's placed on the varisian man, Sabo smiles again and runs her fingers along Femi's bald scalp. "No, run along. As you said, it's almost curfew. Odd that your employer didn't pay for your travel permits. Must not like you boys very much." Without looking she returns back to her desk. One of the guards outside her office nods to you as you exit.

"I'll lead you to the cells." It's a relatively short walk, in the small building. The party passes a number of different cells, many of who contain individuals in various states of health ranging from poor to deaths door. A few attempt to cry out for mercy, most just wait patiently for whatever is about to transpire.

The first two cells your lead to contain armigers you've been sent to recover. Ilsani Aberveen, and Kasston Auruda are in bad shape, but look able to walk. As they're cells are approached, they look at each of you with mild interest, unsure where they're being taken. The guard approaches the third cage, intended to hold Hortense Lierre and lets out an audible string of swears.

"I-I'm sorry. This one, she was picked by our torturer for her uh, entertainment, today." The man shivers and looks genuinely apologetic. "They're in the torture chamber, just over there you can, uh, go get her if you'd like and show your papers, but, well, I wouldn't recommend it."

"Oi, can't really wait though, can we? Like the lady upstairs said, our employer aint shelled out for after hours permits. Gotta shake a leg an all that innit? 'Sides, I reckon the entertainment ain't no worse'n I seen afore. Best take us to go get er now." the greasily disguised elf hawks an enormous loogie onto the cell floor and gestures for the guard to lead the way.

Bit of Luck
sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Elias jerks to a halt and peers at the guard, "Wait wait wait, what is this? You tryin to set us up or something? What do we need to know here you ain't tellin?"

"Your papers are good, you may retrieve your prisoners, since you're in such a rush." Then, without hesitation, she slams the poor mage up against the wall. She keeps her face inches from his, her face no longer playful or welcoming.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I will have you strung up in our torture chamber so quickly you might not even notice when we start to cut on you! Think that might slow you down as well?"

Releasing the pressure she's placed on the varisian man, Sabo smiles again and runs her fingers along Femi's bald scalp. "No, run along. As you said, it's almost curfew. Odd that your employer didn't pay for your travel permits. Must not like you boys very much." Without looking she returns back to her desk. One of the guards outside her office nods to you as you exit.

Femi all but wets himself as the woman plasters his frail form against the wall. He very nearly spills, and cops to his story, when she just as suddenly releases him. As he walks away though, his scalp continues to itch from where she touched him. He begins to sweat and grimace as he resists scratching…

"I-I'm sorry. This one, she was picked by our torturer for her uh, entertainment, today." The man shivers and looks genuinely apologetic. "They're in the torture chamber, just over there you can, uh, go get her if you'd like and show your papers, but, well, I wouldn't recommend it."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 vs DC 14

It takes a moment, as he’s still far from ‘fine’, but he thinks, He just said something… something important…

Elias jerks to a halt and peers at the guard, "Wait wait wait, what is this? You tryin to set us up or something? What do we need to know here you ain't tellin?"

Right. That. That! he shakes his head and tries to get a good grip on himself. He listens for the guards reply.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Kalem is letting out a string of curses in his head.

Though his comrades have asked already, he doesn't say much but goes over to inspect the two prisoners still here.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Myradil's heart skips a beat as Femi gets slammed into the wall but he holds his cool and is relieved to see their cover not being blown.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Myradil raises an eyebrow at Eliastraza's accusation of a setup but continues to hold his cool, doing his best not to sweat bullets.

The guards eye's go wide as he's confronted by Elias.

"Wh-what!? No...I-" He stops and takes a deep breathe, regaining his composure. "I'm not going in there with you, because I don't want to die. If you want to go in there, be my guest, but it's not a pretty site. Honestly I doubt your transfer papers would matter much, she's been sent by the church and been given leave to do as she pleases. Bone white woman, with knives sticking out of her skin and blood stained tears on her face." He shivers at the thought.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Femi also shivers as the description fits only one kind of creature. He nods to the man, hoping he departs quickly. "We'll handle it." he says with a confidence he does not feel.

He wonders if their transfer papers hold more power than the church... though he suspects not.
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Once the guard is gone, he turns to the others, "He describes a kyton. Despicably cruel and equally horrible to gaze upon, kytons are evil fiends who feed on the fear and suffering of mortals through painful supernatural means. I don't know if our paperwork, or our diplomacy, will have an effect on such a fiend."

"In any event, such a creature should not be allowed to prey on those innocents incarcerated here. We're not here just for our men, I think we should strike a blow as well for all the prisoners. If we can. I don't suppose any of you can bring silence down upon our battle?"

Where is the torture chamber in relation to the nearest guard post? Will they hear any, uh, altercation, we may have? If so, how soon until they arrive?

"I do, actually, have an application of silence prepared. We can drop it outside the room to prevent any calls for help without alerting the Kyton that we've done anything before we get within striking distance. We should attempt to keep the pretense up that long, at least."

Elias runs his fingers through his hair, thinking quickly, "Femi, I appreciate that this creature needs to be destroyed, and if we decide to attempt it now, I'll back you all to the hilt, you know that. But if we try to take a devil completely unprepared like this, I am afraid we will ALL die. I do not know much about their kind, but are they not often resistant to both magic and steel? I am set for subterfuge today, not battle. I'll be reduced to simply channeling energy at the creature, and I will have to hedge out the prisoner if I can't keep far enough away, meaning two of you will suffer from my abilities too."

"Elias, I agree with your points, but I don't think we have a choice in the matter. We can't leave our man in there to die at the hands of this beast, and we can't come back tomorrow. We're in, this is our only chance." Femi looks distinctly nervous.

"I think we have to chance it and hope for the best. That or take the other two out now, and leave this man to his fate." Femi looks to Elias, "I have trouble leaving a man behind, but I know sometimes it must be done."

He hopes the group agrees to go in and face the kyton, but he understands if they beg off. Kyton are tough!!

"Fine, we go to face the Kyton. But we at least try subterfuge first. If we can get the prisoner out without a potentially suicidal fight, we do it. Agreed?"

"Oh, completely. We go in with our story and see what we can manage." Femi says with some relief.

He's ready to enter, pending any discussion from the others.

Myradil nods nervously.

Kalem nods, but secretly tightens his grip in his gauntlets.

"Let me go in first then. I can take a hit better. If things go sour. " Brask offers

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"Look, whatever you do...do it quick, just don't expect us to come help. Even if we wanted to, I've never heard anything come out of that room, and i know what she does is brutal." The guard shivers again. "I suggest you prepare to defend yourselves."

With that he heads back to the front of the building, seemingly shaken and suddenly exhausted.

Femi, you understand enough to know that if someone has been given free leave by the Church to do as they please, this often over rides military orders to the contrary. Very rarely does is the clergy required to bend to the strong arm of Chelish Law.

With Brask at the lead, you make your way down the last hallway pointed out to you, and to the torture chamber.

“And who is this come to my court? Carriers of lies, each of you. I smell your falsehoods. Do you seek my aid in stripping them from you? I am but just started on this subject, so you will need to wait your turns, my hopefuls...”

You hear as you open the door and are greeted by a grisly sight. Standing before you is the kyton, a thin women clad in leather and wire, weeping tears of blood, and her body is pierced in numerous locations by lancelets.

Behind her, on a table is a pretty young brunette covered in horrifying wounds. Her left arm is almost entirely flensed, and her pinky is missing from her right hand. She is thankfully unconscious, but looks close to death.

Done with her opening speech, the kyton rips one of the lancets directly from her skin, and turns her back on the party, walking back toward the prisoner to continue to work.

If you attempt to speak with the Kyton make a DC 14 will save. On failure you are unable to speak any lies.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 vs DC 14

"Now see here," Femi chokes on the grisly image, the bile barely contained in his mouth, "That prisoner is ours for transfer. By decree, we shall have them." he says more firmly than he feels.

He wants to say more, but isn't sure he can keep his food down, so he simply passes their well-forged document to Brask to show the woman, not wanting to get too close as Brask suggested.

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Bit of Luck
Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Elias nods his head, speaking shakily, "Oi, yeah, the preacher man what is the boss of our boss says they needs them. We dunno what fer yer ladyship."

assisting Femi's bluff check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Before entering the room, I would have bolstered Brask with a Protection from Evil. If possible, I'd like to stay far enough away from the prisoner to not include them in a channeling

Myradil remains silent for now, attempting to keep his cool and his lunch down as more sweat beads up on his forehead.

Brask grumbles but takes the papers and holds them out.

He looks over the scene and his stomach roils. I don't even know where to begin to put her back together. he realizes.

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The Kyton woman, so absorbed in her work, almost doesn't hear Femi as he speak back to her. By the time she turns around to acknowledge him, he's already holding the transfer order out. She grabs them and immediately begins reading over them with mild disinterest.

She begins trying to read a few passages out loud but finds herself stumbling over them, unable to speak the words. "Lies..." She whispers under her breath as she tears a second instrument directly from her skin. Behind you, the door slams shut. "I will tear the truth from you all!" She shouts!

Round 1
Elias
Kalem
Myradil
Kyton
Brask
Femi

Bold may act. New map up, prisoner is in the back. I will DMPC Brask until I hear otherwise.

Elias kicks the door shut and raises his harp, strumming a discordant note, slicing through the air like a razor.

Myradil and the Kyton, will saves, dc 17
Channel Negative Energy: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

"Cut the creature down. We will have out quarry!"

Does the prisoner appear to be actively bleeding out?

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Myradil will resist the majority of Eli's channel as he draws his spear, brandishing it at the Kyton and shouts, "She's still got squishy bits!"

Everybody gains Precise Strike for 7 tounds.

"We need to make this quick and quiet," Kalem reminded as takes up a fighting stance.

Wanting to make this quick and clean, Kalem winds up for Knockout Punch hoping that if this blade woman could be koncked out, he'd be able to do it.

Knockout Punch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Fortitude Save DC 15 or fall unconscious for 1d6 ⇒ 5 rounds

He finishes his turn by recalling Improved Grapple with Martial Flexibility.

Elias kicks the closed door even more closed and channels energy into the kyton.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Myradil provides a key advantage to his allies.

Kalem attempts to disable their foe, before the fight can even start.
Kalem unarmed damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

The Kyton lifts her blades in the air and smiles as she takes the damage done to her with ease. Having been hit by Kalem most recently, she leans into the tiefling and strikes with her lancets. She tears into him with ease, cutting of swaths of flesh in the blink of an eye.

"Feel the pain of your truths being revealed!"
Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Damage: 2d4 + 14 ⇒ (1, 2) + 14 = 17

Brask seeing Kalem in danger works his way around the Kyton and attempts a strike of his own. he cuts deep into the creature in return, but not quite as deep as he'd expected to.

Rage Power Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Round 1
Femi
Round 2
Elias
Kalem - 34 damage
Myradil - 4 damage
Kyton - 20 damage
Brask

Bold may act!

Myradil steps forward and takes a moment to study the Kyton before stabbing as hard as he can.

Move action to studied combat. (Round 1/3)

Power Stabity: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 3 = 15

"Raaa!" Myradil tries to cover his fear with noise.

Round: 1

Femi worries he’ll be helpful in the fight, and debates healing, but knows his options are slow and unlikely to effect the outcome of the fight, so he tries what he knows, casting Magic Missile with Toppling Spell boosting it with his Arcane Reservoir to caster level six.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1, 4) + 5 = 14 trip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
SR Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Elias concentrates on the flow of negative energy jolting around the room, this time catching Femi and the Kyton in it's weave.

DC 17 will save for half
Channel negative energy: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 7) = 15

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 vs DC 17

Femi nearly collapses on the floor, and give Elias a stern look.

Good thing I took that point of con last level...

Elias shrugs back helplessly, hoping that their foe is injured as badly.

Current HP: 2
Thanks for catching that. I originally thought since I could potentially knock someone out, I didn't get damage with it.

Kalem was beginning to see a pattern to how his fights went. He charged in, he took a huge blow, he limped away or fell unconscious. Perhaps the next fight he would change his opening move.

But for now, since none of his alchemical armaments would most likely be useful in this close range fight and with large gaping wounds it would be unwise and try to grapple the creature, Kalem switches tactics.

His survival instincts kick in and every ounce of brin power is thinking of what he could do, anything he could do, to gain the upper hand.
Replacing Improved Grapple with Improved Dirty Trick

He cups the blood spilling from hi gashes and throws it at the Kyton, trying to temporarily blind it.

Improved Dirty Trick: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 = 13 Against CMD

Femi fires a barrage of magic missiles at the kyton, the spell strikes true but does not topple his foe.

Elias channels another wave of dark energy, nearly taking Femi out of the fight. As far as he can tell though, the torturer has also taken the full force of the blow.
Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Kalem makes creative use of his blood, but unfortunately misses, sending a cup of his blood flying harmlessly across the room even as Myradil misses with his spear.

The kyton smiles and as she does, her wounds close ever so slightly where she had ripped the weapons from her skin.

Seeing Kalem bleeding out, she tries to take the tiefling out while moving ever closer to the rest of the party. Her lancet strikes true, stabbing Kalem in the gut and dropping the tiefling to the floor unconscious.
Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

With Kalem dispatched she turns on Myradil, but the retired bureaucrat proves too slippery as he dodges the blow.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 Fail (that was close!)
Damage: 2d4 + 14 ⇒ (3, 1) + 14 = 18

Brask steps over Kalem in an attempt to protect his fallen friend and also take advantage of a flanking position. His plan succeeds as he slices deep into the kytons flank, eliciting a howl of pain and a deadly glare from the woman.

Rage Power Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 2 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Round 2
Femi - 15 damage
Round 3
Elias
Kalem - 45 damage, unconscious, bleeding (stabilization roll)
Myradil - 4 damage
Kyton - 55 damage
Brask

Bold may act!

Myradil considers the benefits of punching the Kyton with his spiked gauntlet and instead decides to click his boots and try and tumble somewhere more useful.

Daredevil Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 5 = 29

Myradil chooses deeper into the room, to giveEli more room to channel and perhaps grab the prisoner if things get desperate.

In the mean time he tries another stab against the Kyton.

Inspired Power Stab: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 - 1 + (5) = 21
damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + 3 = 13

Brask's extra teamwork SA: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Elias grits his teeth, trusting his fallen friend's constitution to keep him alive just a little longer, as he focuses the power of his goddesses spite on the infernal being before them.

"Femi, pour it on, The creature must be weakening!"

If I'm reading it right, I don't have to pick an ally to take a shot this round. If I'm wrong, it's Brask's turn to make a will save, DC17

Channel negative energy: 2d8 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

Round: 2

Femi hesitates, wanting to help his fallen comrade, but Eli is right. Now is the time to pour it on!

He casts another Magic Missile with Toppling Spell boosting it with his Arcane Reservoir to caster level six.

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2, 4) + 5 = 13 trip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
SR Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Femi fires another barrage at the Kyton continuing his magical onslaught.

Elias also continues to use his magical abilities, choosing this time to hit Brask with his divine energy, who shrugs off the negative energy as easily as the torturer does. Kalem is not dead, so you'll still need to choose who to save from your channel. I've added a 30ft aura to your token so you can more easily see who is within range from now on, it's the light purple circle.
Kyton Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Brask Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Myradil just barely avoids danger as he leaves himself open and moves across the room. He strikes deftly, dealing a nice chunk of damage to the Ravens foe.

Kalem continues to bleed out, his breathing becoming more ragged every second.
Stability Check: 1d20 + 2 - 9 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 9 = 5

The Kyton steps forward and tears into Femi. Her first strike misses, but the second drops the bald man to the ground in a similar state to Kalem.

Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Brask shouts in anger and takes another swipe, feeling the now familiar feeling of his sword carving into the Kyton, surely she must be on the cusp of death!

Attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Round 3
Femi - 23 damage, unconscious, bleeding (stabilization roll)
Round 4
Elias
Kalem - 46 damage, unconscious, bleeding (stabilization roll)
Myradil - 4 damage
Kyton - 88 damage
Brask

Bold may Act!

Myradil forrows his brow and focuses as he focuses and scans the Kyton for any weaknesses before shouting to Eli and Brask,

"Elias, step south, then Brask, lets finish this!"

Myradil will wait for Eliastraza to step into flank with his reach before attacking.

Power Stab: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 28
Studied Strike: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 3 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + 3 + (4) + (3) = 16

-2 to hit and - 3 to damage if Eli does not step into the flank.

Elias steps to the side and unleashes one last burst of negative energy, praying to his goddess that the beast will go down. "Once it goes down, keep stabbing the damned thing. I'm not sure if we've done anything to slow it's healing at all. I'll get the others."

Brask and Kyton, DC17 for half
Channel Negative Energy: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 7) = 15

Round: 3

Femi collapses in a heap, his staff clattering to the floor.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 1 = 7 vs DC 10

He bleeds a little onto the flagstones... so cold...

Stabilization: 1d20 - 10 ⇒ (11) - 10 = 1
Odd, i rolled one for before the last dm post. Must've not took.

Femi bleeds out onto the floor as Myradil steps up to flank and with a succesful strike, drops the Kyton the ground.

Elias following his own advice channels more negative energy hoping to cancel out her healing.

Kalem moves ever closer to death, but with the threat gone hopefully he'll recover soon.

Brask suddenly remembers the silver sword Octavio gave the party and, pulling it from the scabbard on Kalem's belt, staps the kyton in the chest. The silver seems to do the trick as the torturers wounds stop closing themselves, and a few more cautionary stabs see her put down permanently.

The Raven's still conscious are now in alone in the torture chamber with a dead kyton and three unconscious humanoids in need of resuscitation.