Pai sends another magic missile at the undead thing as Slumper lays into it! Despite his fury, only a single rapier strike makes it through her defenses!
Paxs, Corbyn and Ruperta are up!
Oops, forgot! Slumper Fort Save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16As the great claw tears into Slumper, he suddenly feels cold chills cover his body, as he takes 1d4 ⇒ 3 CON damage and is Fatigued: A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued.
Ruperta's wand heals Slumper, leaving him feeling hale and hearty. Which is good, because a moment later the reborn monstrous Andaisin attacks!
Great Claw vs Slumper: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 and Lesser claw vs Thrak: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25 The thing that was Andaisin lashes out with her great scythe-like claw as well as a smaller but no less deadly one! With it she deals 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 6) + 9 = 16 damage to Slumper and 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 damage to Thrak!
Pai and Slumper for Round One, then Round Two actions from Paxs, Corbyn and Ruperta!
Daughters of Urgathoa. You thought they were a myth. Supposedly created by the hand of Urgathoa herself, and now you can verify that fact as true. They're vicious creatures, having some of the spellcasting they had in life as well as that vicious scythe-like claw. Oh, and their natural weapons spread disease. Good luck!
Paxs sends Thrak to attack the undead thing, which only one claw manages to wound, while casts a spell of protection on Slumper. Protection from evil: +2 resistance to saves and +2 deflection to AC; does not stack with ring of protection or cloak of resistance.
Ruperta and Corbyn, then the beast, then Pai and Slumper!
So, who wants to do the murderous deed?
Edit: nevermind. Let's let Slumper have the honors!
Slumper raises his sword and drives it deep into the cleric's chest, killing her. Her body goes limp and still and a pool of blood spreads out from her.
As Ruperta and Slumper embrace, and Paxs and Thrak and Corbyn watch Pai identify 1d3 ⇒ 1 magic items, something happens. A great thunderous voice explodes through the room, as Lady Andaisin's body begins to crackle with black lightning and hover into the air. The humors, the disgusting bile and blood and pus that fill the bowls around the outside of the room suddenly begin to boil and flow into the air to lance and congeal around the body of Lady Andaisin, covering her in a disgusting cocoon. Superimposed over the cocoon is the image of a beautiful woman, terrible in her beauty from the waste up, but below the waste she is skeletal. You immediately know without a doubt that this is Urgathoa, the Pallid Princess.
"BEHOLD MY DAUGHTER. LET THE HARVEST OF SOULS BEGIN!"
The cocoon explodes in black lightning, revealing a very transformed Lady Andaisin. What was once a woman now towers as a monstrosity of ectoplasmic flesh, horns, and a tremendous scythe-like claw. She vaguely resembles Lady Andaisin, but a terrible, transformed undead Lady Andaisin. She throws her head back and laughs, then calls, "Vengeance for my LADY!"
Paxs, Corbyn and Ruperta are up! Pai was able to identify the scythe as a +1 vicious scythe. If you wish to grab and use any magic items during the time between battle and transformation, you can grab two and equip them. I'll not the relevant bonuses on my side. GO!
She has a magical scythe, a magic breastplate, magical cloak, magical headband and potion marked with a tree. Davaulus has a magical rapier, magical mithral shirt, magical amulet made of bone and fur, magical cloak, magical potion marked with 'Anti-Plague' and a flask marked 'Elixir of True Healing.' Make me some spellcraft rolls for the items and perception checks for the potions, if you'd like.
Corbyn stands and slings his bow while Ruperta heals Slumper. Slumper goes to stand, but before the cleric can raise her scythe to cut him down, Thrak falls on the woman, clawing her viciously. With a gasp of surprise, she falls, calling out "Urgathoa! Mistress!" as she falls.
Combat over! Davalus is dead, having bled out. Andaisin is headed there in 11 rounds. What are you doing?
Corbyn can post and we'll add him in the fracas after the cleric goes!
Lady Andaisin, the servant of Urgathoa grunts as the arcane bolts from Pai hit her. She snarls and calls out, "As soon as Desna's b!tch is dead, you're next gnome!" She snarls and attacks Ruperta three times!
Corbyn, Ruperta, Slumper, Paxs and Thrak are up! Thrak and Ruperta are flanking!
Davalus continues to bleed out on the ground as Paxs watches. Ruperta channels the defiance of her goddess, bringing Slumper and Corbyn back to consciousness on the ground. Thrak attacks, his claw and stinger once again penetrating the cleric's defenses. The woman is now bleeding from multiple wounds, but her zeal keeps her smiling at the scene of the downed heroes in front of her, unaware that they will shortly return to battle!
Pai and Corbyn are up!
Pai fires and moves, with her eyes on the prize of the scythe.
Andaisin snarls at Ruperta! "Foolish child! Abandon your whore goddess and worship a true power!" She reaches down to pick up the scythe! Ruperta takes advantage of this to slash at her again, this time cutting her! Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 Thrak also lunges! 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24 hitting for 1d8 + 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 9 = 14 damage!
Andaisin straighens up, snarls at Ruperta and presses the attack! 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19 However her aim is off and the scythe merely slices clothing and not flesh!
Ruperta, Thrak and Paxs! Thrak and Ruperta are flanking the cleric!
Paxs rushes over to Davaulus and drives his dagger into the unconscious man, causing his wounds to begin bleeding again. Thrak leaps through the fountain and dives at Andaisin, nearly taking her femoral artery out, but his teeth are turned aside by the woman's magically boosted defenses!
Pai is up!
Ruperta's vicious attack surprises the woman briefly, but she still dodges and when Ruperta's dagger hits her dress, the cloth acts like steel and turns the blade aside!
Paxs and Thrak are up! The cleric is on the ground, but the pool makes a charge from Thrak impossible. Still he can move and attack!
Pai launches another arcane blast at the cleric, who shows more burn marks!
The cleric snarls in Paxs' direction. Then she laughs. "Do you think I need a weapon to kill you fools? I have the blessing of Urgathoa!"
Ruperta and Paxs and Thrak are up!
Ruperta rushes forward and leaps into the air to heal Slumper! Meaning no scroll-drawing this round. Paxs casts a spell at the woman, Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12, who drops her scythe with a curse! Thrak tears into Davaulus, who is bloodied and falls unconscious to lie beside Corbyn.
Slumper slashes and bashes, but only a single shield bash is able to get past the agile cleric!
Pai is up! Corbyn is unconscious! Davulus is unconscious!
Pai sends another arcane blast at the cleric woman, leaving a burn mark on her armor. Corbyn flips around the good Doctor, avoiding any of the man's swipes to land behind him. However his acrobatics throws off his aim and he misses the Doctor!
Davaulus steps to the side to get out of the pincer between Thrak and Corbyn and unleashes attacks on Corbyn, while fighting in a defensive manner! Attack 1 vs Corbyn: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 and Attack 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 Possible Crit: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29
Andaisin, the cleric of Urgathoa, snarls at Slumper and attacks with her scythe! Attack 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 and Attack 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 and Bonus Attack from Divine Power: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28. Lady Andaisin's skill with the scythe is admirable and vicious, as she twirls about and whips the blade like a pro. She deals 2d4 + 6 + 2d6 + 2d4 + 6 + 2d6 + 2d4 + 6 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 + (3, 3) + (2, 1) + 6 + (1, 4) + (2, 2) + 6 + (6, 3) = 51 to Slumper and 3d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 1) = 9 to herself.
Ruperta, Paxs, Thrak and Slumper are up!
Paxs' BFF Thrak charges at the good Doctor, hitting with a claw and his stinger! The Doctor staggers under the assault, and curses the summoned beast! Paxs sends a glob of acid at the woman, hitting her before Slumper can arrive!
Ruperta's entreaty to her goddess is answered as a holy bolster carpets the good guys.
Slumper flies in a Peter Pan-like charge at the woman, who grins wildly! Were it not for the timely intervention of Ruperta's goddess, he would have missed, but instead he hits the woman, dealing some damage to her, but not denting her enthusiasm for his imminent death!
Pai and Corbyn, then the baddies!
Pai casts her spell on Slumper, while Corbyn charges the good Doctor, slashing him viciously!
Davaulus counters, attacking Slumper with his rapier! 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34 and 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Lady Andaisin laughs at the spectacle of the attack and counter, and steps on the air as if walking across the ground. She holds aloft her scythe, smiles sultrily at the statue and casts a spell.
Spellcraft DC 19:
She casts divine power.
Paxs, Slumper and Ruperta can go!
The Doctor smiles. "Who do you think bought my contract, miss?"
As Slumper moves forward, the combat begins!
Ruperta: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Pai and Corbyn, go!
"Oh child, the good Lady knows where my loyalties lie. We share a certain... interest in the effects of our creation upon the city, my dear. Medicine is a trial, you see, between health and disease, illness and wellness. No progress can be made without a bit of loss. And this city is... well, it's been kindly offered to us for this purpose: purging the undesirables, the poor, the indigent, the leeches of society. Those who take and give nothing back. We are doing this city a favor: without the bottom feeders, you will see it rise to true glory, to achievement and excellence and its potential as a world power!" The Doctor smiles as pleasantly now as he did when he was assuring you that he had nothing but good intentions before.
From the open doors, a woman's voice calls, echoing down the stone hall. "Come little intruders, come! I promise I shall leave most of you alive to witness my triumph. You will live long enough to see your precious city given to the Pallid Princess!"
The long hall opens into a circular chamber rising into a high dome.
Beyond the statue, hovering about ten feet in the air, is a woman. She's beautiful in a cold way, pale of skin and dark of hair and dressed in revealing armor of the deepest blue. She wields a wicked looking scythe and smiles with near-orgasmic delight.
“And so you have found your way to me, hopeful heroes. Know that you stand before the architect of your city’s death. You call this sending blood veil, yet I know it as the gentle kiss of the Pallid Princess. Your reward shall be great—choose of the seven scourges to become one with the goddess. Those who drink, I shall only cripple, leaving you alive to enjoy her as she quickens inside your flesh. Those who abstain are fools, not fit to house the divine gift. You may prostrate yourselves at my feet and I shall make your end all the more swift for it. Swifter, in any event, than this delightful end your lovely queen has enjoined me to create!”
You ruffle through the papers, finding pages of notes detailing experiments performed and results gathered. You also find several papers with detailed lists of the afflicted, signed by different Physicians and notated by Doctor Davaulus. However from beyond the large ornate doors hanging ajar to the east, you hear a low throaty chuckle...
The blank skull of the daemon seems to study you as you cast your spells and exchange your vows of love. Then it draws itself up to its full height and peers down at you. "MORTALS. SO MUCH CONCERN FOR SUCH A BRIEF LIFE. FARE WELL MORTALS. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY FREEDOM; IF NEXT WE MEET, THERE SHALL BE NO MERCY."
And with that, it disappears. The fluid on the floor, and the crumpled skeletons are all that remains, though you see glints of bottles among the bones. Searching you find 3 potions of cure moderate wounds.
This thing is a Leuokodaemon, one of the deacons (or destroyers) of Apollyon, the Horseman of Plague and Pestilence. They spread disease and death, their very presence fostering its spread. They care very little for mortal affairs, unless it involves suffering. They're terribly good at inflicting suffering. While it may not have been an active participant in the plague, it would undoubtedly approve. And you recall, is is extremely resistant to damage, save for aligned good weapons or silver ones. Plus it is naturally resistant to magic, cold, electricity and fire and immune to acid. And that breath thing? It should be able to do that again in about ten seconds.
"THESE DID THIS?" The figure kicks out at the skeletal remains. "SERVANTS OF URGATHOA. MY LORD APOLLYON WILL HAVE WORDS WITH THE PALLID ONE. BUT YOU..." The fiend moves closer to the party and waves one diseased, clawed hand at Slumper and Ruperta, "YOU BEAR THE MARKS OF MY LORD'S FAVOR. SPREAD MY LORD'S FAVOR, MORTALS. SPREAD THEM FOR HIS GLORY."
So, onward and inward?
The doors leading from the catwalk deeper into the complex are shut and evidently blocked, but Slumper is able to kick in the doors with a few swift kicks. Inside the reek of burning wax wafts through this morbid chamber, with several tall, misshapen candles being the apparent source. Workspaces strewn with tall beakers of foul-colored liquids, parchments covered in insidious symbols, and cages of whimpering rodents fill large alcoves in both the northern and southern walls. A pair of huge stone doors hang ajar to the east, revealing a long hallway leading further into the dark. At the room’s center stand four large, cylindrical glass vats, each filled with a bubbling emerald fluid that tints the chamber’s light a noxious green. Within each suspension floats a malformed abomination— something part man, part angel, and part horse—things of half-formed muscle with dead, fleshless equine skulls. Three of the forms are motionless and still, but the fourth twitches now and then with life. Three priests of Urgathoa huddle behind the still twitching form, and one of them raises his scythe as the door opens, grinning wildly. He smashes the glass tube with his weapon, breaking the tube and sending fluid racing across the floor. The thing that spills forth is the stuff of nightmares... And it's angry. It rears up to its full height towering above the priests and breathes... A cloud of black biting flies spill forth and envelop the men. 8d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 5, 4, 5, 4, 4) = 35 In an instant the flies devour the forms of the priests and what falls to the ground are mere bone as the flies devour all else before dissipating.
Slowly its head turns and fixates on you. In your heads a great buzzing of flies sounds, which resolves into words: "WHY AM I HERE? ARE YOU THE FOOLS WHO SUMMONED ME AND IMPRISONED MY KIN?"
Ruperta, Nosferatu are like most vampires; they can be killed with a stake, decapitated or exposed to sunlight. However full immersion in running water will also destroy them permanently.
The vampire burns with a smell that clots your nose and sticks to your clothing, a greasy smell. Before long there is little more than ashes and small bits of flesh and bone remaining of the coffin and vampire. In the ashes only a few things remain: a ring that still shines and some antique looking jewelry. The ring detects as magical.
Spellcraft DC 20:
The ring is a ring of protection +2.
As Ruperta heals and Pai examines the books, Corbyn is first to the bed. He looks under it, then exclaims as he pulls back the covers to reveal a coffin hidden within the bed frame, designed to look exactly like a bed if the viewer isn't examining it closely. The coffin is made of a dark wood and is ornate.
One of the cases that Pai is examining turns out to be locked with an ornate lock decorated with a silver gryphon pattern. Whatever is inside rattles slightly with the tinkling sound of glass.
The two elementals surge forward and try to drill a hole using burrow, but the stone resists. Instead they slide into the stone like fish into water and in a few moments, a section of the stone slides soundlessly aside, revealing a small room that Ruperta glimpsed earlier. Several open trunks spill piles of books across this dusty room. Stacks of tomes, some apparently quite old, stand in orderly stacks and haphazard heaps, surrounding nearly every foot of floor space except for an elegant black-canopied bed.
The burning elementals put an end to the swarm, finally burning away enough that the cohesion of the whole is lost. Slumper checks the wall, but to no avail; he just can't seem to find a way in.
Ruperta Fort 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Slumper does feel an odd itching where the swarm stung and bit him, but other than that, no ill effects from the attacks.
Insert Corbyn here! Not trying to rush you, just trying to move along the combat so we can get to the good stuff!
The swarm buzzes and bites, dealing 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9 damage to Ruperta, Slumper and the elementals! Ruperta, I need two fort saves from you and one from Slumper. Why? No reason...
Ruperta, Slumper and Paxs are up! Paxs, don't worry about the rolling to hit, just roll the burn ability damage (1d4 fire).
Corbyn chucks another alchemist's fire, burning away more bugs! Ruperta channels, while Slumper swings wildly to no avail! Paxs summons elementals, who wade into the mass! Their swings do nothing, but the heat of their bodies does seem to burn away swaths of the swarm!
The swarm is much diminished, but not gone yet! Pai and Corbyn are up!
Pai's bottle of fire explodes and damages the swarm, but they still seem hungry and sting-y.
Insert Corbyn Here.
The swarm continues biting and stinging Ruperta and Slumper! They deal 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8 damage! Please make TWO Fort saves, Ruperta and Slumper! And the rest of you are up!
I needed two fort save from each of you. I'll go ahead and roll the second.
Slumper 2nd save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Ruperta lays her hands on the wall, ignoring the biting and stinging flies, and concentrates, knowing that it is only the grace of her goddess that allows her to use this ability in such a distracting time! She seems a small room beyond. Several open trunks spill piles of books across this dusty room. Stacks of tomes, some apparently quite old, stand in orderly stacks and haphazard heaps, surrounding nearly every foot of floor space except for an elegant black-canopied bed. Try as she might, though, she sees no way in.
Paxs' archon sends aid to Ruperta, and while Slumper's mastery of the sword is evident, he barely seems to phase the swarm, which does not seem affected by his swings! Sorry, man! Those were some great swings, but...
Pai and Corbyn are up!
The young man gives one last choked scream as from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes burst a cloud of small black swarming flies! He twitches once and is still as the cloud forms above his broken body.
Pai and Corbyn are up!