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Due to a technical difficulty with breathing, the crusader in red yields her turn to Beagan, Serra and Grasker.


Ely, releases his fury on the prone woman, crushing her with one blow of his mighty hammer. The sweet scent of the grease lingers on its heads, mingled with something sharper that bites at the senses.


Round 2, Init 8

Gray attacks the next closest target for his anger, swinging on Cole.

longsword on cole: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Don't you know what you've done?!?!"

Ely is up! Cole is next.


Grasker rushes to the girl's side and heals her, wound.

Beagan rushes after the escaping woman in red, drawing an attack from the leader of the group in gray.

longsword AOO on Beagan: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

The man in yellow looks left, right, and behind him, seeking to flee as well. He chooses away from Ely. Unfortunately, that is towards the young woman.


reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Serra's memory somehow affects the ground beneath the woman in the red cloak, coating it in a sweet smelling grease his mother used to burn in the family's spring lamps. Her feet slide out from underneath her, leaving her prone on the ground.

Grasker is up


Ely's anger finds a target, his enlarged hammer smashing the fleeing crusader into a better life. Falling to the ground, the man doesn't move.

Cole fires almost immediately after, at the leader in gray. His first arrow misses, but his second strikes the man in between a couple of the plates of his armor.

Ely advances on the threatening woman, warning her of the dire consequences of her actions.

oops, didn't let Anevia go.

Anevia growls, and looses an arrow from her bow, before joining the others.

short bow on red: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Her arrow bounces off the woman's armor, though it does draw her attention.

Round 2, Init 18

The woman in the red cloak sees the battle turning and tries to get the woman to get to her feet. Unfortunately, the younger woman sees the direction of things as well and refuses to budge.

In a fit of frustration, the woman stabs the girl where she sits.

"USELESS! If you'll not go with me willingly, I'll take the only part of you worth anything now!" The blade sinks deep, though not deeply enough to end the girl's life. The woman, having what she was after, turns tail and begins to run.

longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The girl screams fade into sobs as she clutches the wound.
Ely's readied action goes off, and he swings at the man with the yellow shield, but doesn't connect.

Beagan, Serra and Grasker are up!


"Uhhh, Sir? That's not what I think it is on the little guy's shield, is it?" The one with the yellow shield balks, not quite fleeing, but neither does he attack.

The one in gray has no such qualms. He charges forward, attacking the Calistrian in a rage. Everything had been so simple until these fools came along. "You're ruining everything!"

charge, longsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 = 271d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
charge, longsword, to confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 231d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Round 2, Init 21

crusader in blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
crusader in red cloak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
crusaderwith yellow shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
crusader all gray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

The crusader in blue looks at Ely and then at Beagan, then takes off, running for his life.

probably provokes from Ely, and then Ely, and Cole are up.


sense motive Red: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
sense motive yellow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
sense motive blue: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
sense motive gray: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Can they do that?!?" the crusader with the yellow shield turns back to the woman in the red cloak. "Doesn't that technically mean she still counts? I mean, if the gods themselves, even Calistria, put it back to rights, then surely it counts.... doesn't it? His voice wavers on the end, as if he is less certain.

"I think you're right, Delbrig. Even Calistria wishes for our success! For that matter, perhaps we could have her, you know, do it again. If she survives. Maybe do not stab overly deep and the Savored Sting will fix her again."

"'Tis not absurd, you Kenebraen Fool!" taunts the one in blue. "Did you not hear your friend; even the gods have made special provisions for times such as these!"

Beagan and Xanthos are up, followed by the yellow and gray.


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Unused to being so big, Ely's attack misses the advancing crusader.

"Dont be daft! OF *course* we checked!" The girl gasps to be discussed like some farm animal and attempts to bite the one holding her. With help so close at hand, hope flares in her eyes.

"If you had her last week, you missed the mark, man! "

perception 14:
One of the other knights (the one with the yellow) questions hesitantly. "You were sure, weren't you, Marla? I'd hate to face a demon without a purified blade because you misjudged something."

The one all in gray questions the woman as well. "Even if he had her last week, because he... missed, so to speak, she still counts, right? I mean...Technically...."

The woman in the red cloak backhands the girl for her attempted bite, then soothes it with a gentler carress. "Look what you're doing! You're scaring her! Go on about your business and let us go on about ours!"

perception: 14(a single success can read both):
To the crusader with the yellow, she snorts, "Of course I checked, Delbrig! She's intact, I tell you! Now get rid of them. We have the gods work to finish and demons to slay!"

She is somewhat more polite to the crusader in gray, though she is clearly put out to have her word questioned. "Yes, Sir. Even if he did have a bit of her backside last week, technically she's still a virgin and should work just fine for our needs. Makes me feel a bit better about it, actually. Technical virgins are cheating the system!"

Beagan, Xanthos, Serra and Grasker are up.


initiative:
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
crusader in blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
crusaderwith yellow shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
crusader in red cloak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
crusader all gray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

crusader in blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
crusader in red cloak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
crusaderwith yellow shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
crusader all gray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Round 1, init 21

"Be off with you lot! Your ignorance is showing. Everyone knows that sheathing a sword in the blessed blood of a virgin will grant it extra power against the demonic hordes! Hold her, Marla! I hate to drag this out, but it's clear these ruffian's intend to interfere!"

The crusader in blue, his sword already half drawn, draws it the rest of the way and rushes forward.

Though the evidence in front of them seems irrefutable, Grasker does not sense any evil in the immediate vicinity. Fear to the point of desperation, though, there is plenty.

and Ely is up. He was able to begin his spell, so could be fully large now.


"Stand down, citizen. We do the gods' work! It is for the greater good! Now go home old man and let it worry you not!" The largest of the crusaders turns to face Cole, his sword half drawn. His companions follow suit. It is an eerie tableau, their faces each a mask of fanatacism.

perception: 18:
Behind the others, a female crusader grips a kneeling woman by the hair. She pulls it taut, holding her as the others bristle. "I'll hold her, Sir. Tis said the magic only lasts for a single wound. It's best not to waste such things on the likes of these."


With Horgus' remains positioned respectfully on Xanthos, the party heads out. The arrangement is a good one, as the weight of the late Master Gwerm slows Xanthos, and frees up others to help speed up Anevia.

They walk for over an hour, side stepping several times around razed buildings that now block the way. They do occasionally see people here and there, though they tend to run rather than stay to talk.

Still they pick up bits news, though how reliable the sources are is anyone's guess:
1. Nerosyan’s been completely destroyed by the demons!
2. Beware! Most of the “survivors” in the city are actually possessed by demons!
3. The Mendevian army is heading to Kenabres to save us, but who knows when they’ll get here?
4. There seem to be multiple types of demon cultists at large in the city—they’re not all worshipers of Deskari.

misc.:
misc 1: 1d20 ⇒ 15
misc 1: 1d20 ⇒ 20
misc 1: 1d20 ⇒ 11
misc 1: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Finally, with the sun glaring sullenly upon the wreckage, they approach a ruined temple of Saranrae. In front of it, a small group of crusaders clusters.

perception:20:
encircled by the crusaders, a woman kneels, weeping. "Blessed Lady of light, help me." she appears to be praying beneath her tears.

perception: 25:
One of the crusaders bends down, brushing the woman's hair back from her face. The voice is gentle, but implacable. "Don't worry, the gods will bless us all with your sacrifice. Think of your loved ones, and be at peace."


Serra:
"I am certain the book will be in good hands in your care. Take care, Serra. Travel safely and return if you are able. If there is ever anything the Black Wing or I can do for you, you only need let us know." He startles at the hug, then returns it in full measure. "I do too, Serra. I do too." The elf steps back, cursing the ephemeral nature of human lives, but then realizes that every life is precarious in these days. It is a not cheery thought, but it proves an odd comfort all the same.

Fenna bustles around, trying to help the group prepare as they get ready to go. She nods at Serra's request. "I have already spoken with the other librarians. IF there is one here, we will find it for you and reserve it for your return. If there is not, and things return to normal, I will begin seeking other places."

Aravashnyel and the librarian's see the others to the door, wishing them well, then begin shoring up the barriers. It may be awhile before they risk the open world again.

Anevia shrugs her pack up a little higher and turns her face to the north. "Let's go home."


Serra:
Aravashnyel frowns as he listens to Serra. He runs his hands over the book, his frown deepening as moisture gathers in the corners of his eyes.

"This... this does me no good right now, Serra. I can... I can feel the magic within its pages, but I cannot read them. I...I could hide it with the rest of the most special books once we reach down that far, but it may be some time.

Meanwhile, you and the others will be going forward, out in the open. If there is anything in it that might help you on your way, you should take it. Mayhap if you find a mage with some power, you may be able to use it to barter for things that might help you.

But if you leave it here, and another comes, it is possible it could fall into hands that will use it for ill. I would hope not, but I have more faith in the six of you keeping it safe than me and my Librarians, though lord knows they would give their lives in the attempt. I would rather they were not put in such a position. Once was more than enough."


Ooooh, that! ;)

From the Braggart: 2 potions of cure light wounds, a suit of banded mail, a light steel shield, +1 heavy mace, 290 gp

From the tieflings: 2 smokesticks; 1 leather armor, 2 masterwork hand crossbow with 30 bolts, 2 mw longswords, bloodroot (4 doses), oil of taggit (2 dose), tindertwigs (15)


oops, forgot the book.

Book from the Librarians:
The few legible remaining pages contain the following spells: alarm, dismissal, dispel magic, magic circle against chaos, resist energy, and versatile weapon. The spellbook is worth 700 gp. In addition, a parchment scroll of dimensional lock is folded up and tucked into the book’s pages.


Grasker wrote:
...suggests leaving the book, but warns agaisnt casual study.

The Librarians take the book from Grasker, treating it very carefully. "Of course. I'm sure with Master Aravasnhyel's help, we'll be able to lock it up tightly." the librarian nods and steps back. "At some point, the knowledge in these walls, and buried beneath us, will be needed. We'll continue to work to put things to right. Perhaps you will pass this way again."

When all are ready, Anevia gets to her feet, ready to make her way home. Aravashnyel sees them all as far as the door, stating, "My place is here. Without my sight I am more hindrance than anything else at this point. Should you find someone with the skill enough to see to my eyes, try to find some way to let me know."


"Of course you can stay here tonight. We have much work to do, but we are grateful for your help." Fenna looks at Aravashnyel, then continues, "As long as MasterWarden Aravashnyel doesn't mind. "

The elf nods slowly, "There is plenty of room and it *has* been quite the day. You must stay here and recover. I do not think it will be any less dangerous than it has been. And it has been *quite* a day already."


Sorry, Ely. I missed that roll for knowledge history The Blackwing, when it stood, was the largest library in Kenabres, and was well known for it's accumulated works on the World wound and demonology.


"OH! On the Riftwardens?! I...that is...those books would be deeper. We were not allowed within the Riftwarden's private enclave below. Perhaps Master Aravashnyel could answer that better." She looks to where the elf talks quietly to the still unconscious librarian.


"I don't know. I think it still stands, but we have not left here. We... we thought we would be safe here."

Grasker's channel heals the librarians, even the one that appeared to be dead on the floor. Though she barely breathes, she will likely live.


"Hmmm... 'Defense of Lastwall'? Most of our books have something to do with The Worldwound, or demons in general, but there are some Histories around here somewhere, if they weren't already burned. Much has already been destroyed, but there are many left." Fenna helps the graceful Aasimarra and the little gnome look through the books.

"What is this? No, this is only a spell book. With all the Rift wardens gone or or or...well, with only Aravashnyel and his sight gone, it will do us no good. Unless...." She turns to the shape changer with a smile, "Could you put it to some use?"


the darkness faded in a couple of minutes. not long at all...


The librarian's do not talk much until the place is secured, only then answering what questions they an. "It was a horrific thing, that destroyed the Black Wing. A man, but made of worms. He had magic and demons at his command. I think he though his work done, and so left this one room habitable, of a sort. We were safe until..." the librarian breaks, beginning to sob, while another picks up the tale. "Until we let *him* in. We shouldnt have believed him, but... we were scared. And thought his skill at arms might aid us. But his only purpose was to 'get on the right side of our new demonic overlords.'

One of the others jerks from some remembered terror, but otherwise they fall quiet for a long moment.

Almost as one, they whisper, "He was going to burn the books."


The most courageous of the librarians speaks, tilting her chin up as if daring anymore abuse from anyone. " We have survived much, over the last several days. The... " She stops, helping the others as best she can, receiving a "bless you, Fenna" from the most upset of the others. After a moment she continues.

"Where was I? Oh, yes. The Rift Wardens are gone. Or dead, or both, having joined the fight at the first boom. None have re....Sir Aravashnyel? Oh blessed be the light that has led you back!...What...whatever is wrong with your... oh goodness." Whatever else Fenna might say is delayed, as the librarians cluster around the lone Rift Warden.

"Please come in. We will brace the doors somehow. We were safe, until we thought...he looked a knight. said the demons had killed his mount...please...." her invitation embraces all of the travelers, though one wonders if it would,had not Aravashnyel been with the party.


Cole's arrow streaks through the darkness as if guided by some divine hand. The tiefling gurgles, choking on a cold iron arrowhead, only revealing the poisoned blade hidden in his off hand as he falls.

and we are out of initiative.


"I...I can't. It doesn't work that way!" he whines, continuing to grove.

spellcraft:17:
Darkness is in fact dismissible. This is probably not a truthful statement.


Serra activates his scale, turning tall and slender, with skin that glitters like diamonds and a long beard of feathers replacing his usual facial adornment. Practically dancing as he waddles, he approaches the tiefling, who begins to whine.

"I Surrender, I surrender! Please!"


No one draws near to Ely, so his attack does not go off.

initiative:

t1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
t2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
chaleb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Anevia 4
Aravashnyel 3

Serra, Cole, and Ely are up again


stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Unfortunately, Beagan's see the faithful spell goes off, it does not increase the illumination within the darkness.

Xanthos, however, has no trouble finding the fleeing tiefling.

Grasker is not so lucky as Xanthos, and cannot tell where the creature went.

Anevia is also lost in the dark, though she creeps forward into it. Finding the bound librarians, she begins to untie them.

The lone remaining assailant cannot resist turning to attack the little gnome, even with Xanthos' breath in his face.

attack on Beagan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d8 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 5 + (6) = 18

I think that misses. Beagan, can you confirm if that is correct?


"You know nothing of my Pla....." The man's voice is cut off by Grasker and Serra's well timed attacks. He stands mute, Serra's starknife stilling his vocal cords while Grasker's blade stills his heart.

and loud mouth is down.
Anevia drops her sword and rushes forward, drawing her bow. She stops, one foot on top of the dying braggart, and fires, hoping to hit the remaining tiefling and miss the librarians.

anevia shot with cover: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 4 = 141d6 ⇒ 1

"I think I hit him! Surrender and we'll see you to justice."

Aravashnyel straightens, dragging his grieving self towards the sound of the voices. "Serra. Is... Are they still...."

The last tiefling, mutters and darkness fills the room. Footsteps can be heard heading towards the back of the building.

Serra, Cole and Eli are up


Xanthos makes a great leap, his teeth tearing into the tiefling before he even stops. The little gnome doesn't wait to see if the creature still lives, but hacks into him as well. Finally, Xanthos spits him out, the bloody body falling much like Horgus did just a half hour ago.

T2 is down, and bleeding out.

The tormented librarian hugs the gnome where he sits on Xanthos' back, thanking him and crying. "...but we have to help the others!"

Grasker is up!


Cole's second arrow hits, striking Serra's attacker in the hip!

Beagan and Grasker are up!


Eli strikes hard at Chaleb, cracking him in a critical spot. -9 to Chaleb


Beagan and Xanthos pick their way around, finding a hole in the wall. It will be tight, but they could fit if they tried.

From inside there is another whimper, though not all see the abuse by the second tiefling upon the one freed librarian as she gathers books.

attack on librarian, NL: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 4 = 61d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The tin can man points at mace at Serra, challenging him, "Come on then, you fraud. If you've Master to answer to, he is nothing to concern the GREAT CHALEB SAZOMAL!"

challenge, attack with heavy mace on Serra: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 171d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Anevia joins the others, following after Xanthos and Beagan.

initiative:

t1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
t2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
chaleb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Anevia 4
Aravashnyel 3

T1 stretches and a darkness comes over the room, only to bring a roar from Chaleb. "Do I look like some demon whore's by-blow to you?!? Dismiss that darkness, or You're the next thing on the menu, Simyn!"

Serra, Cole, Ely are up!


Eli swings at the man in the doorway, but misses. His hammer crashes into the door, sending a spray of splinters into the air.

Beagan, Grasker, and then the bad guys....


The man grunts so surprised is he by Cole's rapid fire arrows to the chest. Looking shocked and wounded, he growls, "Oh your gonna regret that!"

Ely, Beagan, Grasker

The same voice, apparently able to hear, but not see what is going on outside, calls back, "Oh no. We *love* us some librarians, don't we, princess?" But whoever it is he is addressing, doesn't dare an answer.


Serra gets close to the man, taunting his vision before trying to stab him in the head, but misses.

Cole,and Ely and Beagan are up


"Hosilla? I don't know any Hosilla and... wait, who is your Master?" The man eyes Serra suspiciously, but doesn't attack just yet.

initiative:
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
chaleb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
t1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
t2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

initiative:

t1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
t2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
chaleb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Anevia 4
Aravashnyel 3

Behind him, though, from inside the building, a choked scream resounds, followed by both a thump and a guttural laugh. "New ones, boss? We could use some new ones. These librarians don't last long at all."

Serra, Cole, Beagan are up.

edit:

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23


A man comes to the door, swinging a heavy mace as he taunts. "Are you another librarian, then? Come and take your place in the circle, *fatso* and burn with the rest of the fairy tales!"


Aravashnyel sags in his clean clothes. "N-n-n-o...."

As Cole destroys Aravashnyel's hope and Serra tries to bind it back together, a voice barks from inside, "Stack those Books Better! Higher!"


The group finally turns the corner, what is left of the Librarium standing in front of them. With ruins of a much larger building smoking on all sides, all that remains is the single main hall.

Aravashnyel takes a deep breath and asks, "Are we there? Surely we will be there soon. I will introduce you to the others. This is the largest library in the city, if not all of Mendev, and contains a treasure trove of information for our current circumstances. We are there, aren't we?"

What remains bears little resemblance to the pride in Aravashnyel's voice with a only a chunk of the facade still standing around the doors, which hang ajar.


300 lbs came from me. Horgus was a heavy set man of middling years and a sturdy frame upon which to carry it. If Anevia is still carrying the head, then it might be 280, but then he/it is wrapped in a thick Kelish rug from the house.


Now that the vultures are dead, what would you guys like to do? It's been pointed out to me that I may have not been as clear as I might have been at a table so let me lay it out here without the in character speak.

You have enough people from Kenabres to know:

That the closest of the three buildings the NPCs wanted to find is the Black Wing Librarium. Normally 5minutes away, probably at least 30 now, barring other encounters.
The Next is Gwerm Manor.normally 30-45 minutes away, now a couple of hours to half a day.
The last is Anevia's place. Normally an hour or more away, now at least half a day, if not much longer.

Additionally, you had a letter to Hosilla with mention of three cultist safe houses.

Finally, there is the building in front of you.

It is approximately two p.m. Where would you like to go?


Grasker finishes what Cole's arrow didn't dropping the last bird to the ground. The area reeks of blood and carrion and fear.

Anevia shoots a glance at the others, then begins to cut V1 open to retrieve Horgus' head. It is an ugly gruesome affair, and perhaps it offends the owls, for they don't stick around to see it finished.

You are out of initiative.


Serra steps up and slices at V3 with his star knife, wounding his wing.

Cole, grumbling to himself, puts an arrow right in the back of V3's head, dropping it at Serra's feet. quickly before most people could even think it, he launches another arrow, this time at V1, nearly taking off one of its wings with a well placed arrow in the joint.
like carving chicken!

Grasker and then Anevia are up


Round 5, init 7

V3 snaps at one of the owls harassing it, but must be as blind as Aravashnyel, as it misses it.

V3 on owl1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 112d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 1) + 9 = 12

Serra, Cole, and Grasker


Beagan and Xanthos attack V3, though only Xanthos manages to scratch him. Ely tries to hit V1, but misses as well.

Round 5, init 11

1: Grasker, 2: Anevia, 3: V3: 1d3 ⇒ 2

V1 makes a vicious attack at Anevia, one that would surely have left her bleeding in the street, but he judges too high and misses her completely.

V1 attack on Anevia: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 102d6 + 9 ⇒ (6, 5) + 9 = 20

Serra and Aravashnyel are up


"We can't leave his body here! Grasker, he's too heavy for me. Can you move him?"

Anevia attaks V1 again. She tries to take advantage of Ely's distraction on the other side, but Ely no longer has the bird's fous and Grasker has stepped into the key spot regardless. With a sigh, she attacks anyway, and hopes for the best.

anevia on V1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Her concern for Horgus' remains saps her attention and she misses completely.

Beagan, Ely are up.

Round 5, top of the round

Beagan/Xanthos: 16 (-29/-17)
Elyanius Myoch: 14
V1: 11 (-30)
Serra Iondri Phaer: 9 (-2)
Aravashnyel:9-
V4:sooo dead
V2: 8 (dead)
V3: 7 (-24)
Cole Zeff: 4
Grasker: 3
Horgus, 2 (dead)
Anevia 1


"Where, where is he? I'll call for help."

The elf begins to murmur in his native tongue. It warbles high then higher and continues for several long moments.

spellcraft:18:
Aravashnyel is summoning help from another plane.

V1 squawks loudly, looking for something to bite, then lurches forward at Ely. Blood still in his eyes, he misses his target.
1:Ely, 2:V1: 1d2 ⇒ 1

bite: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 132d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 3) + 9 = 16

Cole and Grasker are up!

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