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GM:
Dretches
1,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
2,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
7,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

5 good for Irabeth: 1d5 ⇒ 51d5 ⇒ 2

2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9
Irabeth Fort DC 13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 2 = 101d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 4 = 13

Miril:
Two rounds of actions when you come back :D. After the fort save.

Clean up Below! - Round 3

Chancre hauls himself down the stairs along the wall (kind of regretting the cloud walking, though it seemed like a good idea at the time). He Changes his teamwork feat to Shake It Off, and attacks directly a drench with his cold iron short sword. The force sword does valiant work in the dark and the sound of nothing cutting through flesh is quiet, but there.

Although she spots Roshan through the fog, Samirah is still incapacitated by her nausea. She swings again where she thinks she sees a dretch, and curses in Ignan.

There is a muted glow from where Irabeth stands, then she swings, but the demon dodges the blow, the nauseating cloud obviously affecting the half-orc more than the disgusting creatures.

Roshan strikes out twice at a small ugly pimple, then appears to be trying to match Irabeth in color. Radiance slices through the demon flesh, but the demon still stands.

The demon beset by Roshan and Chancre attacks the silent man, with no success. Meanwhile, Irabeth's stance against the two furthest demons causes another blow through her armor.

Konstantin holds at the top of stairs, ready for demons to follow his allies out of the nauseating mist. Assuming any of his allies move out of the nauseating mist.

Upstairs:
The door open out into the hallway.

"Just the door." A pause, as she looks at the floor, she takes a few steps to the open archway, "The true believers aren't here." Her forehead furrows, then clears as she shakes her head, "They went took a break to take part in something about an hour before you got here."

GM:
Irabeth -28,-19,-22

D2 -8
D7 -16


Woot!


GM:
Dretches
1,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
2,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
3,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
4,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Demon 1 crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Demon 2 fumble confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Demon 4 crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Two hits successful, 20% miss, 1 good for Irabeth: 1d5 ⇒ 51d5 ⇒ 2

Irabeth Fort DC 13: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 2 = 291d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14
assumes a successful save, else draw attacks so other people can withdraw.

Irabeth crit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 151d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Chancre:
No rolls, but please give me two rounds worth of actions after your fort save :).
Miril:
Two rounds of actions when you come back :D. After the fort save.

Clean up Below! - Round 2

Samirah makes a retching noise and lashes out with her weapon towards where she last saw a dretch. But the attack lacks the power to actually damage anything, even if it were to hit.

It is likely that Irabeth turns greener, but you'd never know for her armor and the deadly swing of her sword. There is the hollow thud of a skull hittig the ground as her longsword decapitates a demon.

Roshan grimaces and quickly pulls a bandana up over his nose and mouth, then wades into the fog slightly more carefully than normal, looking for foes to harry, whether to flank or filet. Golden glow from Radiance lighting up the fog, alerting allies and enemies alike to his presence among them.

Roshan:
Single move action gets you to a dretch. Please feel free to make an attack for this round before you need to make a fort save for next round.

There is movement in the clouds, the demons sizing up their foe, all still focused on the holy warrior with the obvious symbols and the shiny armor. This time Irabeth and her armor take two blows that overcome skill and steel.

Konstantin drinks a cure light wounds potion and holds action.

GM:
Irabeth -28


Upstairs:
Quote:
"I am not saving you for the sake of saving you."
There is just the slightest ease in her breathing, muscles which had gone tense relaxing.
Quote:
His icy blue eyes search hers. "Do you understand what I am saying?"

Considering, she nods. Carefully, she moves from dead body to dead body, occasionally kicking away ice to clearly see faces. "Of the six, maybe two that aren't fully enamored of the life they have with the demons."


Upstairs:
For the first time, emotion really cracks through the blankness of her face. The muscles around her eyes tighten and her forehead furrows. "I think we all have."

She motions vaguely to the city outside in flame and ruins, "I don't think a single one of us made it into the city without murdering some of the people who live here." There isn't any emotion about this, only fact.


Upstairs:
She pauses, thinking, "I'd have little problem slitting any of their throats," her voice flat, "however, there may be one or two that removed from the pack would consider a different path."

She shrugs, maybe apologetically, "I'm not the kind that others tell secret wishes to."


Upstairs:
The woman looks at the bodies again, then nods. [smaller]"The ones that are off duty and sleeping." Her nod to the room. With next to no emotion, "There is a chance I could kill them all without them waking."


GM:
Dretches
1 - stinking cloud
any that don't have a target cause fear
2,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
3,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
4,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
6,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
7,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 41d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
8,claw,claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 31d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Chancre: 1d20 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 5 = 91d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Irabeth: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 2 = 231d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

Chancre:
I did have your spiritual weapon attack (move action for a new target, but you still have a standard that you can take in addition to your next round's actions.
Miril:
Two rounds of actions when you come back :D.

Clean up Below! - Round 1

Chancre's weapon whips around but the dretch manages to dodge it.

Samirah moves down the stairs, continuing to swing her scimitar into the dretch before her. You could swear you hear her humming tunelessly under her breath. And she drops the demon damaged by Konstantin's missiles.

Irabeth hacks into the same demon, dropping it. With grim expression, Irabeth heavily jumps off the stairs to land to land with a metallic bang in the midst of the demons. The furthest demon falls to pieces.

Roshan throws another cold iron discs over and around his companions. More purple and maroon splatter the walls and floor as demon parts flop and writhe on the ground.

The remaining four demons go, the first taking a step back away from Irabeth and the room, just up to where the stairs open to the second floor fills with a reeking, spoiled egg fog.

Everyone except Konstantin and the unnamed tiefling need to make a DC 13 Fort save or become nauseated (Nauseated creatures are unable to attack, cast spells, concentrate on spells, or do anything else requiring attention. The only action such a character can take is a single move actions per turn.) Even if you succeed at the Fort save, you must make another one if you start your turn in the area occupied by the stinking cloud. If you fail on the Fort save you are nauseated for 1d4+1 rounds after leaving the cloud. Finally, the cloud grants total concealment to everything more than 5-feet away and partial cover (20% miss chance) to anything you are adjacent to.[/spoiler]

In the reeking, disgusting cloud, you hear the claws of the dretchs rip through their own flesh to attack Irabeth. But all are thwarted by the half-orc's armor and shield. (As she hoped when she jumped into the midst of them.)

Kon:
[ooc]Since total concealment thwarts magic missile, please give me a revised round 1 in addition to your round 2.

Upstairs, the tiefling woman moved past Konstantin as instructed by Samirah. As the fog fills the room below, you see her count the bodies in the hall, then she looks up and down the hallway at which doors are open and closed. Her gaze settles on the closed door towards the end of the hall with the majority of the tiefling bodies and her hand goes to the hilt of the long dagger she wears.

GM:
D3 -11,-22
D6 -14,-27
D8 -26


GM/Chancre/Konstanttin:
Chancre init: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Konstantin init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Chancre - spiritual weapon
1d20 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 5 = 261d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Irabeth, high ground, cover: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 2 = 221d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 = 11

Miril:
Two rounds of action when you aren't super busy :)

Clean up Below! - SURPRISE

Chancre uses another charge from his newly claimed (and much used) wand. A twisted rapier takes form in the room, striking into the back of the dretch at the bottom of the stairs (the only one he can see leaning over from the top of the stairs). The weapon has proven it's dislike of demons and that continues.

Samirah moves down the stairs, swinging her scimitar merrily into a dretch. Her cold iron blade proves to be the perfect antithesis to the existence of the demons in this world.

Unable to reach the same target as Samirah, Irabeth hunches down and stabs at the dretch to her right, striking from the high ground and adroitly avoiding the ceiling so near.

As soon as everyone is ready...or as soon as someone else in his party attacks or is attacked, he lets loose with one of his circular blades....to good effect. Finishing the dretch at the bottom of the stairs, allowing Samirah and Irabeth to advance further into the room.

Konstantin blasts a dretch with magic missiles. The bolts twisting down the stairs and slamming into the Dretch at the far side of the room.

GM:
D3 -11
D5 -3,-16,-33
D6 -14

demon1: 1d20 ⇒ 11
demon2: 1d20 ⇒ 13
demon3: 1d20 ⇒ 13
demon4: 1d20 ⇒ 16
demon6: 1d20 ⇒ 15
demon7: 1d20 ⇒ 6
demon8: 1d20 ⇒ 5


The female tiefling moves up the stairs, but only so far as the demons below can still see her legs, in a bright, cheerful voice that doesn't match at all the look on her face, "I'll just stand right here. If I get to the point where they can't see me and no other watchdog comes down, they'll know something is wrong!"


Konstantin:
whoops, forgot this.

Fort DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6


Into the Breech - Round 6

Roshan takes a step to give himself just a little bit more breathing room, radiant shining silver flies after gold, adding to the pallet with a splash of red...or black...or...something. Actually deep purple with marroon streaks. A color with starts to flow down the stairs as the barrage of thrown holy weapons rips and sinks into the demon.

Chancre's weapon moves around the hallway looking for another target even as his glow brightens for a moment then fades.

Chancre is down 4 hit points. Konstantin is down 16 hit points. Roshan is down 7 hit points. Samirah is down 16 hit points. Irabeth is down 17 hit points.


Miril:
Please give me 2 rounds of combat if you do post.
GM:
Schir
hold for electricity then attack
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 221d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Beth 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 = 271d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 4 = 16


Into the Breech - Round 4

Roshan steps forward diagonally out of Samirah's path, two more cold iron throwing knives fly towards the electric buzz. The second one sinks into a flies chitinous flesh.

As she runs across the room, her hair trails behind her like the tail of a comet. She brings her blade up as she reaches one of the demons, and swings with all her momentum as she comes to a stop in front of it. Destroying the fly that Roshan had damaged.

Chancre:
Move to move. Move to change target to final fly.

1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 3 = 201d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

*confirm roll rolled below

Chancre continue use to glow, some of the damage from the electricity healing. The force rapier flies from one side of the hallway to the other, and succesfully slices off some flesh of the remaining fly.

Reflex save DC 14
Roshan: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 242d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 Evasion - Roshan takes no damage.
Samirah: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 242d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5 Samirah takes 2 points of electrical damage.
Irabeth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 142d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5 Irabeth takes 2 points of electrical damage.

The final fly sparks with electricity, sending forth a pulse far weaker than the one generated by the trio of flies.

A bleeting chuckle follows the blast of energy, as a erect goat saunters out of the open doorway with a halberd. It licks the blade, before slashing at Konstantin. "میں نے جادوگروں کو پسند نہیں کرتے . وہ ہمیشہ کام کے ساتھ گوبر . بہت زیادہ گندگی کی طرح ." The demon's halberd strikes home, hurting Konstantin, but not dropping the 'squishy' spellcaster. (Konstantin takes 16 damage.)

Abyssal, but you all understand:
"I don't like spellcasters. They always muck up with work. Like too much s@$#."

Konstantin:
... or at least I assume you'd prefer this.

The demon does have SR (I rolled below) and you just made it with a 15.

Konstantin sends another volley of magic missiles at the demon. The little force bolts bore into the demon, leaving frost behind.

Already close-by Irabeth's sword finishes the last fly so that everyone can focus their energy on the goat-demon.

GM:
F -5
G -14

Chancre -10
Roshan -7
Sam -4,-14,-16
Irabeth -15,-17

Chancre confirm: 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 3 = 71d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Kon SR: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15


Miril:
Please give me 2 rounds of combat if you do post.
GM:

*melee rolled below - ranged would be +1 to hit but no mod to damage
1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 191d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
4: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Flies of Fli-ness
1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Beth 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 = 151d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 12

Roshan
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4


Into the Breech - Round 4
Perception DC 25:
You hear a door open on the far side of the building, then there seems to be a slight sound of a displaced air in room near where the tieflings lurk at the end of the hallway.

The tieflings look far happier about the destruction of the malevolent reindeer, its death does not prevent them from firing crossbows at the Irabeth and Samirah. Two bolts dent Irabeth's shield and a final one falls to Samirah's sword.

Two kunai from Roshan, both thudding into the same tiefling, doing damage - but not enough.

With a nod to Irabeth for the assist, Samirah then darts across the room to take the attack to the tieflings that appear to be shaking off the cold that held them in place. The tiefling she damages, still slow from the ice, falls under her scimitar.

Chancre begins to gently glow. He hauls himself along the wall until he is no longer in the stairwell, and invokes the Wand of Spiritual Weapon again. His ranged, free-dancing sword successfully attacks the tiefling with Roshan's kunai sticking out. And that is one more fallen native outsider.

From the opposite end of the hallway from where the tiefling cowers, you hear a buzzing. Three bloated flies, their faces human but twisted in rage, float out of the hallway. Electricity runs over their bodies, flickering from one to another as they move in formation. At the far end of the hallway, the creatures rub against each other, a massive bolt of lightning jumping from one to another then burning down the hallway.

Reflex save DC 16
Chancre: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 196d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 1, 2, 4, 4) = 21 Chancre takes 10 points of electrical damage.
Roshan: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 186d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 1, 6, 1) = 14 Evasion - Roshan takes no damage.
Samirah: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 176d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2, 2, 6, 3) = 21 Samirah takes 10 points of electrical damage.
Irabeth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 56d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 4) = 15 Irabeth takes 15 points of electrical damage.
Tiefling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 86d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2) = 15

The electricity tears through the group leaving them burned but standing. The same cannot be said for the final lone tiefling, who goes from frozen to charred corpse.

Konstantin draws the wand of magic missiles and activates it. Like comets, headed by snowflakes and trailing tails of ice, they slam into a oversized and deformed fly. The lead fly is heavily damaged, but continues to buzz.

Damaged but determined, Irabeth advances to the lead fly - her longsword blow barely hits - but with the massive damage from Konstaning, her sword manages to finish it off.

GM:
Tief1 -16,-20,-36
Tief2 -16,-20,-28,-32
Tief4 -16,-20

Chancre -10
Roshan -7
Sam -4,-14
Irabeth -15


Miril:
Two rounds of actions.
GM:
*ranged rolled melee to-hit -1/+4 dmg
1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 ⇒ 7
2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d8 ⇒ 4
4: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d8 ⇒ 4
5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d8 ⇒ 4
6: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d8 ⇒ 3

Perry
shadowmark: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
fly-by gore: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 131d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Irabeth 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 2 = 241d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 4 = 16

Into the Breech - Round 2

The peryton pushes off the wall on which it perches, a sound between the grunt of a deer and the scream of eagle breaking from the creature's throat. It screeches through the air to be rebuffed by Chancre's newly acquired armor to lurk in the corner above the stairway.

Two of the tieflings at the end of the hall blink, freezing, their hands clenching around the crossbows they hold, barely managing to reload the weapons. The other two do manage to load and shoot, although they look confused when they look for winged reindeer and don't see it, so instead shoot at Samirah and Irabeth. Once bolt shatters on Irabeth's shield and Samirah easily parries the other from the air.

Roshan whirls in place, ducking low (1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11) under the sword blow of the tiefling, and lets fly two discs of cold iron towards the flying reindeer games.

Samirah almost looks apologetic as she plunges her blade into the tiefling's chest. "Better this than that," she says, jerking her head towards the demon reindeer.

Chancre's Spiritual Weapon attacks again. But dissipates doing no further damage

The ice at the end of the hallway pulses and freeze, causing one tiefling to stiffen as his eyes ice over in death. The rest are able to breathe again as the cold fades.

Konstantin steps up to the entryway, his forearm frosting over. He hurls the snowball at the reindeer monster, the ice barely hitting the creature, the cold freezing the creature in mid-air. Then it falls to the ground in a pulp of semi-frozen flesh.

With efficiency Irabeth dispatches the only tiefling not huddled and freezing at the end of the hallway.

Samirah:
Regain 1 panache up to your max amount.

GM:

Tief1 -16,-20
Tief2 -16,-20
Tief3 -15,-37
Tief4 -16,-20
Tief5 -6,-13,-29,-32
Tief6 -13,-29,-45

Perry -27,-55

Roshan -7
Sam -4


Miril:
Please give me your rounds 1-3 actions for the third round of combat.
GM:

*melee rolled below - ranged would be +1 to hit but no mod to damage
1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 111d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
4: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
6: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 111d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Beth ...double move

Perry 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
shadowmark: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
fly-by gore: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 251d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7


Into the Breech - Round 2

From inside the room, hooves pound against stone as something runs and then heavy wings beating the air. A creature - a winged reindeer with carnivorous teeth and rending claws - burst through the newly opened door way, goring Roshan as it starts the hunt for meat. (Roshan takes 7 points of damage.)

As the monstrous creature bursts its way out of the room, the stance of the tieflings in the hall changes, going from guardians to the hunted. Unable to flee down the stairs, the tieflings bolt to the opposite side of the hallway from the horned monster. Two of them fire down the hallway - maybe at the group, maybe at the creature - but it is hard to tell as the bolts break against the stone wall.

Roshan's chakram lances through the air, bypassing the line of disconcerted tieflings and sprays the wall with blood from the severed neck of the one Samirah wounded. Like a blur he follows suit, bolting past the entire row of astonished demonlings (and the winged monster) he launches himself into the air, running briefly sideways along the wall and lands with a somersault flourish just past the last in line. He turns, cocks his head at at those farther across the room and beckons to them, grinning with a devil-may-care gleam in his eyes.

Samirah:
Regain one panache from the falling of a evil outsider.
With the first enemy fallen only because of her own bold attack, and the rest of the tieflings bolted down the hallway, Samirah is able to dodge into flanking. After parrying the panicked blow of the tiefling, Samirah's aim is thrown off slightly but with the slight edge from flanking, she hits.

Flanked, the final tiefling can't further flee the winged beast. He tries to down Samirah to move, but she easily dodges the clumsy blow.

Chancre rubs his thumb across Terendelev's scale for a moment, and a pillar of clouds rises beneath him. He hauls himself up the wall, hand over hand, as he levitates -- finally stopping when he is over Samirah (or whoever is at the head of the stairs), providing concealment.

His Spiritual Weapon follows its target attacks again. Again scoring a bloody mark.

The ice at the end of the hallway hisses as frost suddenly rimes it. A brutal cold hits the tieflings crowded there. All of the tieflings look miserably cold, but the one being harried by Chancre's magical sword seems moments from freezing in place.

And finally up the stairs, Irabeth moves into a defensive posture, keeping an eye on the winged beast.

GM:
Tief1 -16
Tief2 -16 *staggered
Tief3 -15,-37
Tief4 -16 *staggered
Tief5 -6,-13,-29
Tief6 -13

Roshan -7
Sam -4


Miril:
Please give me your round 1 and round 2 actions for the second round of combat.
GM:
Init1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Init2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Init3: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Init4: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Init5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Init6: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
*melee and ranged have same to-hit
1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d8 ⇒ 2 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking
2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 ⇒ 1 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking
3: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d8 ⇒ 4 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking
4: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d8 ⇒ 3 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking
5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 241d8 ⇒ 4 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking
6: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d8 ⇒ 7 *+2 dmg for melee plus SA if flanking

Beth 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
double move


Into the Breech - Round 1

The tiefling at the top of the stairs looks confused and looks at his compantions down the hallway. In response, the two tieflings there and the two just across the hallway from the stairs step up to take a look. Much less confused than the discombobulated one at the top of the stair, they pull thier crossbows - the two that were closer able to shoot down at Samirah. One bolt breaks against the stone of the wall, but the second sinks into flesh. Samirah takes 4 hit points.

Roshan moves gracefully to the base of the stairs then springing off the stone wall to land on the upper floor. A few more steps, nimbling avoiding the attack from one of the tieflings who fired and Roshan is at the door in the northwestern corner of the hall. He grins at his foes knowingly, hand resting casually upon the latch. Then he swings the door open. A smell of blood, bile and rot wafts out from the room.

Roshan or Perception DC 20:
There is a soft grunt, almost curiosity from the newly opened room.

Samirah makes it to the top of the stairs, scimitar drawn and swinging at the tiefling closest to her, who still looks confused at Samirah's words. Her scimitar slices into the stalled tiefling, delivering not a killing blow, but a debilitating one.

With Roshan right there, the tiefling next to him does not pull his sword. Instead he bolts down the hallway looking like he'd like to continue down the stairway - if it weren't for Samirah in the way.

Chancre:
Agile feet not used. That was 30-ft of movement.
Chancre invokes the judgement of destruction, and surges it. He climbs the stairs like a man half his age, stopping just out of hand-to-hand range of the nearest tiefling, and invokes the Wand of Spiritual Weapon toward the farthest tiefling he can. This time the force weapon strikes true, slicing into the far tiefling.

Konstantin advances up the stairs to get in range.

The tiefling at the top of the stairs, looks towards Roshan's open door with wide, fear-filled eyes. Having no where to flee, he tries to create a path down the stairs. 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 But Samirah just manages to parry his blow.

Samirah:
Please mark down one use of panache in parrying the blow.

With a last, unhappy, look at all of the demons in the room below, Irabeth moves up the stairs as much as she can.

GM:
Tief3 -15
Tief5 -6

Sam -4


Chancre Cailean wrote:
"Thanks," Chancre says to the tiefling. "By the way, what's your name?"

The woman's face goes more than a bit blank, only the tightness around her eyes and a hint of confusion in them showing anything.

Into the Breech

As Samirah heads up the stairs she sees one of the tieflings above, there is a moment of confusion then hands go towards weapons.


Chancre Cailean wrote:
We probably shouldn't set the building on fire and send Samirah in, invisible, with the rod f cancellation. I am just full of bad ideas today.

Seriously. Stone doesn't burn well.


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THIS IS YOUR FIRST TEST, TIEFLING. Seriously, you do not want to know what Samirah will do if this doesn't work.
The dretches turn on Konstantin and rend him to pieces.
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Konstantin knocks on the doorjamb and begins to walk through the dretches.

There is palpable anger and barely restrained battle lust from the small creatures as Konstantin pushes through the obese bodies. At the same time the tiefling jumps down the last few steps, dodging past the demon as though she doesn't full trust it to not strike out at her.

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah looks distastefully at the demons as she moves around them and up the stairs behind Konstantin.

The woman kind of winces as she sees Samirah start to step onto the stairs, "You might not want to stand right there, all they are going to have to do is look down and they'll see you."

She leans against the far wall, above the broken and shattered remains of a sideboard, closing her eyes. "Right at the top of the stairs there are six guards," her voice is low, "If they realize you are enemies they'll start trying to pick you off on the stairs, otherwise it will be a gut and dump at the top. The ones on guard now have a 8 hour shift, with back ups," her closed eyes squeeze tighter for just a moment, bring out the lines of muscle on her too-thin face, "sleeping. Another eight either relaxes down here or in the city."

"There is a room in the corner with troop movements placement of the crusaders and there are some human followers of the locust organizing that. Jeslyn has her scary pet in the room in corner. F&!@ing thing wants to eat us just as much as you, so the tielfing and the human culists will run if you let it out of the meeting room."

A pause, "'course it will try to eat you all if it can't get at easier prey."

"There is a schir," her body stiffening and the lines of her face hard, "randy goat demon that moves around on the second floor as well as some mutated flies with human faces."

She breathes out, "Finally, Jeslyn raised a f&&@ ton of the dead crusaders as fast zombies some in reserve on the second floor to get past and a number that she keeps outside the wardstone chamber."

"Then all you'll have left is Jeslyn herself and Deradnu." This time she can't quite control the shudder of fear and revulsion. "Deradnu was a present from the Ivory Labyrinth to support Deskari's taking of the city. Minotaur almost ten feet tall with blood-red fur and demonic eyes."


She nods. "On the doorjam." She shrugs, "They have been bound to this room, so unless Minagho or someone else with real power comes back they shouldn't be able to follow you upstairs."


The woman blinks, "I'm not saying this because I have any problem with the demons dying, because frankly they are bastards, but you might want to hold off. Combat down here will have the same effect as me running up stairs to warn everyone that you're here."

"If you knock, these guys have been trained to accept you as allies and will let you past."


Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"You surrender. Place yourself under our protection. You tell us everything you know about your former allies, and we defend you from them. It is a mutually beneficial arrangement and the only outcome where you remain breathing. Your choice should be obvious."

Her eyes shoot up the stairs, then quietly but with confidence, "Knock thrice on the exterior of the door."

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah sighs, sounding a little impatient. "We can even give you a proper name, too, if you're interested."

The tiefling's eyes narrow.

Chancre Cailean wrote:
"Or you can pick your own and we will call you by it," Chancre says.

And the hint of tension in her shoulders settles down.


Konstantin Argentaev wrote:

Konstantin speaks, in near icy monotone. "Then look at it logically. All who have stood against us have been killed. Stand fast, and you will not be harmed. Run or fight, and I will cut you down myself. Those upstairs are mere hypotheticals. You face Konstantin Argentaev now, and I am your death."

He pauses, the words growing lighter. "Or your salvation. The choice is yours."

"So I run?" She says. Her tone suggesting she has thought about it, "I might get past the crusaders, espcially since this town is still up a creek, but past that in the human world?" She shakes her head, "Even if it has been different for the past decade, I'm sure this foobar will reset them to kill on sight."

"F!*@. It isn't even Jeslyn. Her I could outrun," a pause, "Seriously, she has this whole leg that has been turned into a bug's claw and she is slow."

Samirah wrote:
"The way behind us is clear, if you wish to avoid the death that awaits you upstairs."

"Upstairs would be a death from all you." Accepting the group's superiority to herself with ease, "Quick death followed by oblivion."

"Running? Running means a slow death. Demons don't need to rest, to eat. Minagho can wear any face and even if the green-skinned bastard was the first one to hand off responsibility here until it ended up in Jeslyn's misshappen and poor care, running is still a slow and painful death sentence." A pause and the woman meets people's eyes, her own ever so slightly blank in memory, "You can live a long time even when you don't want to, you know?"

Samirah wrote:
"What's your name? And what's a peetaybee?"

"Important people get names. Fodder that will die and pass on doesn't." A snort, "And I'm not quite stupid enough to think, 'hey you', 'b@+@$', or 'the red-haired one' are actually names."

"Pee. Tee. Bee. The powers that be, the things that f*$* you up when you draw their attention."


Samirah Basri wrote:
"What could?" Samirah responds with a warm smile. She turns back to the stairs and the tiefling. "If your instinct is not to attack us on sight, we could have words?" She offers.

The woman grins back, "No. My instinct is to do exactly what I was told to do, which was run up before you have a chance to strike me down so that everyone upstairs will be ready to perforate you mercilessly."

A shrug, as a the smile sloughs off her face, adding lines to her face which make her look older than she did moments ago. "And probably die during that. But honestly, better than being hunt down later and tortured to death for going against the peetaybee."

"Sorry. It really is..." a pause, "well, not you or me, because I'll probably be dead either way." She motions to the dretches guarding the traverse of floor between the door and the bottom of the stairs, "F+%$, these things could kill me with a blow, they just don't because they fear what would happen if they start killing things they were told not to."

"But it is a quick death in battle or being slowly killed in a great deal of pain."


Samirah Basri wrote:

Samirah pops her head through the opened door, looking over the demons, and making eye contact with the tiefling on the stairs. She grins.

"We killed an alchemist in the other room; was he a friend of yours?" She asks airily. "He was skilled with fire. I hate to say I was a little bit impressed."

The woman starts a bit. A brief smile, almost wistful as she turns decidedly, ready to run up the stairs. "Good on you. Orthibuto and Jeslyn are both bastards who deserve each other." A vocal pause, "Or Orthibuto was a bastard who deserved Jeslyn. Really wish the peetaybee had left someone better in charge."

"F@!$." A shrug, "If you get past the guards upstairs, I'd appreciate if you didn't pass that along."


Once everyone has had the opportunity to outfit themselves from the hidden armory, there is no where left to go but up. To the door beyond which meaty sounds occasionally agitate.

Stairway

The floor between the door and the base of the stairs is brimming with the small bloated forms of demons. Their mouthless, melted faces stare at the door with only the dimmest of intellect, just enough to know that you do not belong and are a target for the fury roiling beneath the heavy flesh.

Perched halfway up the stone stairs, where she can just keep an eye on the doorway, but out of the mass of the demons, is a red-headed tiefling. She pauses, trying to figure out who is coming through the lower door.


LOOT POST - Gray Garrison Ground Level

DISPUTED CLAIM
We have two rings being claimed by four people . The rings will go to the two with the lowest loot totals: DREA (570) v KON (500) v MIRIL (1647) v ROSHAN (850) <- DREA AND KON
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- DREA
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp) <- KON

+1 breastplate* (675 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 blinding shield* (2085 gp) <- CHANCRE
+1 holy arrows (103 gp) x5 <- CHANCRE
cold iron shortsword (160 gp) <- CHANCRE
wand of magic missiles [CL 5, 31 charges] (1162 gp) <- KON
+1 adamantine short sword (2505 gp) <- MIRIL
+1 leather armor (580 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron shortswords (160 gp) <- MIRIL
cold iron arrows (3 gp) x100 <- MIRIL
silver holy symbols of Desna (12 gp) <- ROSHAN
+1 holy cold iron throwing knives [per shuriken] (103 gp) x5 <- ROSHAN
+1 cold iron scimitar (4330 gp) <- SAMIRAH

GROUP VOTE
+1 evil outsider bane longsword (4157 gp) <- DREA, KON, MIRIL, ROSHAN
*for this item to be gifted to Irabeth by the players, the vote needs to be unanimous. That said, Irabeth will be using the sword during the Grey Garrison if it is to be sold.

To be sold (unless someone claims something later)
rod of cancellation (5500 gp)
wand of daylight [24 charges] (5625 gp)
studded leather armor (12 gp) x6
short sword (5 gp) x6
light crossbow (17 gp) x6
potions of cure light wounds (25 gp) x2
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp)
potion of barkskin (150 gp)
potion of invisibility (150 gp)
potion of spider climb (150 gp)
dagger (1 gp)
portable alchemy kit (37 gp)
three silver holy symbols (two of Iomedae, one of Shelyn) [12 gp each]
cold iron longswords (165 gp) x3
heavy crossbows (25 gp) x2
composite longbow [+2 Str] (150 gp)
masterwork cold iron heavy mace (162 gp)
cold iron longspears (155 gp) x2
cold iron crossbow bolts (3 gp) x50
masterwork chainmail (150 gp)
masterwork heavy steel shield* (85 gp) - *emblazoned with Iomedae’s holy symbol

GROUP ITEMS
antitoxin (25 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) x14
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp) x3
potion of lesser restoration (150 gp) x2
scroll of remove disease (187 gp)

I've been working on a assumption which I don't think I ever made clear to my players. You are assumed to be carrying all the loot you are planning to sell (or cacheing the stuff that is heavy). As such, any unsold, unclaimed loot can be used by any player. Use of item will not be construed as a ooc loot claim. However, unless an item has been voted as a group item, it will be sold at the first opportunity presented.


Following back a bit, examining her father's sword in detail, Irabeth looks up her brow furrowed. "Levity in the midst of mind-numbing horror and violence is a long accepted practice, but I would request that you steer clear of this particular topic." A pause, then with no apology, but clipped facts, "My wife was raised in a culture where consent was a privilege granted only to the powerful and the few. Had I been raised in the hordes of Belkzen rather than in a small farming village, I would no doubt share Anevia's unease. Nonetheless it can trigger unwanted memories for those like her."


LOOT POST - Gray Garrison Ground Level
Just going to give you guys a look at the prices before I run with the claims that you've given.

Given to the group by Aravashnial and Quednys Orlun
rod of cancellation (5500 gp)
wand of magic missiles [CL 5, 31 charges] (1162 gp)
wand of daylight [24 charges] (5625 gp)

Demons clothed in naked flesh
... had no loot

Gambling Tieflings
studded leather armor (12 gp) x6
short sword (5 gp) x6
light crossbow (17 gp) x6

Destroyed Museum
+1 adamantine short sword (2505 gp)

Defaced Temple - Othirubo and Millorn
potions of cure light wounds (25 gp) x2
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp)
potion of barkskin (150 gp)
potion of invisibility (150 gp)
potion of spider climb (150 gp)
+1 leather armor (580 gp)
dagger (1 gp)
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp)
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp)
portable alchemy kit (37 gp)
four silver holy symbols (two of Iomedae, one of Shelyn, and one of Desna) [12 gp each]

Irabeth Family Sword
+1 evil outsider bane longsword (4157 gp)

Hidden Armory
cold iron longswords (165 gp) x3
cold iron shortswords (160 gp) x2
heavy crossbows (25 gp) x2
composite longbow [+2 Str] (150 gp)
masterwork cold iron heavy mace (162 gp)
cold iron longspears (155 gp) x2
cold iron crossbow bolts (3 gp) x50
cold iron arrows (3 gp) x100
+1 cold iron scimitar (4330 gp)
+1 holy arrows (103 gp) x5
+1 holy cold iron throwing knives [per shuriken] (103 gp) x5
masterwork chainmail (150 gp)
+1 breastplate* (675 gp)
masterwork heavy steel shield* (85 gp)
+1 blinding shield* (2085 gp)

*emblazoned with Iomedae’s holy symbol

GROUP ITEMS
antitoxin (25 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) x14
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp) x3
potion of lesser restoration (150 gp) x2
scroll of remove disease (187 gp)


Chancre Cailean wrote:
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
Míril Celegeth wrote:
She steps back a couple of steps. "Let us inherit thine arms, Iomedae," she intones.
Konstantin looks at the racks of weapons. "I did not expect it to be so literal."
"That's kind of what passes for a sense of humor with Her People." Chancre shrugs. "No complaints here."

"Some of us just prefer out entendre to not extend to our religious goals." Irabeth comments dryly.

Sense Motive DC 15:
Because she really shouldn't be amused at her own goddesses overt seriousness.

Nope.


And you guys have reached the auspicious level of 5.


LOOT POST - Gray Garrison Ground Level
*I'll repost this when I get home with all the prices filled in... which i can do so much faster on my own computer

Given to the group by Aravashnial and Quednys Orlun
rod of cancellation (5500 gp)
wand of magic missiles [CL 5, 31 charges] (1162 gp)
wand of daylight [24 charges] (5625 gp)

Demons clothed in naked flesh
... had no loot

Gambling Tieflings
studded leather armor x6
short sword x6
light crossbow x6

Destroyed Museum
+1 adamantine short sword

Defaced Temple - Othirubo and Millorn
potions of cure light wounds x2
potion of cure moderate wounds
potion of barkskin
potion of invisibility
potion of spider climb
+1 leather armor
dagger
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp)
ring of protection +1 (1000 gp)
portable alchemy kit
four silver holy symbols (two of Iomedae, one of Shelyn, and one of Desna) [

Irabeth Family Sword
+1 evil outsider bane longsword

Hidden Armory
cold iron longswords x3
cold iron shortswords x2
heavy crossbows x2
composite longbow (+2 Str)
masterwork cold iron heavy mace
two cold iron longspears
50 cold iron crossbow bolts
100 cold iron arrows
+1 cold iron scimitar
+1 holy arrows x5
+1 holy cold iron throwing knives x5
masterwork chainmail
+1 breastplate*
masterwork shield*
+1 blinding shield*

*emblazoned with Iomedae’s holy symbol

GROUP ITEMS
antitoxin (25 gp)
potion of cure light wounds (25 gp) x14
potion of cure moderate wounds (150 gp) x3
potion of lesser restoration (150 gp) x2
scroll of remove disease (187 gp)


Míril Celegeth wrote:

After inspecting the secret door, Míril says aloud, "This is the same design as the secret door back in the chapel. No mechanical way to open it. Probably a prayer. We can try the one from before, since there's nothing written on this one."

She steps back a couple of steps. "Let us inherit thine arms, Iomedae," she intones.

As Miril speaks Iomeadae's name their is a bright line of light outlining the shape of a door, a flash so bright it causes after images, and there is a door-sized hole in the wall revealing...

A small chamber is free of dust. A holy symbol of Iomedae hangs unmolested on the wall above a weapon rack filled with swords, crossbows, and spears. Three wooden dummies wear pristine suits of armor. A shelf holds several leather quivers, each stamped with a golden sun. Two silver shields hang from pegs on the wall.

The GM is working on a loot post.


Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah bows her head slightly and touches her hand to her heart before straightening. "I am sorry for your loss. Although the locale isn't ideal, I find it to be a good thing that the sword make it back into family hands."

Irabeth inclines her head at Samirah's words, her eyes lighting with a smile that doesn't quite reach her lips, "Old wounds, well healed."

Samirah Basri wrote:
After reading and sharing the note, Samirah makes a face. "More names."

"If they didn't provide names, then you wouldn't know who to curse."

More seriously, "Staunton is the procházení hnoje červ who played at being a righteous crusader for the past twenty years while tricking good people into the slaughter of the demons." Considering the note, "And this does seem to indicate that your original intelligence about Nyserian's allegiance was accurate, despite his home being leveled." An inelegant snort, "Collateral damage is not something demons limit to their enemies."


Míril Celegeth wrote:
Konstantin Argentaev wrote:
"There appears to be a door here," Konstantin says from his place by the eastern wall, by the altar. "Я очень надеюсь, что размытие кала на это не нужно, чтобы открыть его."
"Yeah, me too," replies Míril. She approaches the door and starts checking it for traps and the opening mechanism.

Miril:
There does not appear to be any mechanical mechanism for opening the door, but with the close inspection, Miril can see the exact same design as the one that Irabeth pointed out in the chapel. Which had a prayer written on it - although there is no words on the one here.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 4 = 26 (+4 bonus from the perception check)
The prayer from the other room was 'Let us inherit thine arms, Iomedae.'


Priest's Quarters

Samirah Basri wrote:
Samirah opens the scroll to read what's inside. Then she looks to Irabeth. "This weapon appears to mean something to you." It's not a question.

A deep breath, centering the half-orc woman. She nods. "It was my father's sword." She steps up at touches the hilt, "My parents," just the barest hint of a pause, "passed away earlier this year. Others in the village where I grew up took care of their possessions and sent me what they thought I would want, including my father's sword."

She straightens a little, "Horgus Gwerm helped me sell the sword so I could obtain a wedding present for Anevia." She shakes her head, "I did not expect to see it again," her tone solemn then turning hard, "and definitely not here." She takes the note, her face growing hard as she reads it, then hands it to Samirah.

Konstantin:
The glowing seems to outline a door, although you can see no latch or means of opening it. Closer though, you can see just the barest image of a sword before a sunburst - just like the one Irabeth pointed out in the desecrated chapel.
Chancre:
Many of the beakers does have blood and pus from presumably plague victims, however the holy symbol, if cleaned, is untainted by poison, alchemy or magic. One would dispose of the noxious elements the way one would of any medical waste - lots of cleansing fire.

The demonplague is a terrible affliction spreading through water in the Worldwound that both kills animals and corrupts plants. The disease brings on madness—paranoia and hallucinations—then decay and rot, including loss of limbs, and then, finally, death. Unintelligent creatures afflicted by the disease rise soon thereafter as undead creatures called plagued beasts; plagued beasts are also carriers of the disease, passing it on to anyone they contact. Outside the Worldwound, the disease seems much less virulent proving its Abyssal heritage


I'm an idiot who managed to forget my power cord at home, so I am afk until I finish the work I can do sans computer and head home. Really sorry guys.

Did figure out a trick on the tablet keyboard which will make posting from it less of a royal pita.


The door to the west reveals a small personal chamber, the blood of the priest who once dwelt there a marroon stain on the ground. A long table and six chairs have been pushed against the western wall. On the opposite wall, a tapestry depicting a map of Mendev hangs from a silver rod—the tapestry has been slashed several times and splashed with filth. A bedroll sits on the floor, and on the nearby table is an array of alchemical devices and a long wooden sword case wrapped with cords, as if ready for travel.

The sword case holds a beautifully simple weapon whose presence visibly poleaxes Irabeth, her green skin lightening unhealthily. Tucked near the hilt there is a rolled parchment.

Amid the alchemical reagents on the table there is a holy symbol of Iomeadae soaking in a vile liquid that reeks of blood and puss.

C: alchemy DC 20 or Heal DC 25:
It seems that the smoky alchemist tiefling had been attempting to find a way to imbue metal - the holy symbol - with demon plague.

From the notes, it does not look like he was close to breakthrough.

Chancre:
On the other side of the temple - the eastern side, far from the preist's chamber - you notice an odd rectangular glow from the wall behind the descrated altar.
Konstantin:
On the other side of the temple - the eastern side, far from the preist's chamber - you notice an odd rectangular glow from the wall behind the descrated altar.
Roshan:
On the other side of the temple - the eastern side, far from the preist's chamber - you notice an odd rectangular glow from the wall behind the descrated altar.
Samirah:
On the other side of the temple - the eastern side, far from the preist's chamber - you notice an odd rectangular glow from the wall behind the descrated altar.


Chancre casts Cure Moderate Wounds on himself.

"Stupid squishy Inquisitor."

A scuff, a step. The dwarf's voice, low and dangerous. "I said to not to hurt my pets!" Force missiles fly across the room, slamming into Drea, Chancre, Mirl and Konstantin. (Chancre takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage. Drea takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 damage. Miril takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage. Konstantin takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 damage.)

Recognizing that she's never been much good at spotting invisible dwarves, Samirah turns her focus to using her scale to heal Konstantin instead of attacking the air in vain. (Konstantin heals 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2 damage.)

A moment, wounds heal. After carefully watching the space where her comrades are fighting, Drea moves over and grabs ... something. Holding the unseen dwarf in place.

Paying attention to where she hears the dwarf's voice coming from, Míril tries to move to where he is and takes a swing at him. Hitting nothing but air.

Roshan:
2 is good because it is your birthday
1d2 ⇒ 21d2 ⇒ 2
Roshan continues to move slowly in the direction of the voice. He throws blades at what Drea is presumably holding. Both blades sink in deep.

After long seconds of quiet, the dwarf's body becomes visible. Bloody and truly dead this time.

Once she is certain the enemies are dead, Irabeth channels, healing every one 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 6) = 11. With a tight smile, "No more of that today."

Chancre is down 9 hit points. Drea is down 3 hit points. Konstantin is down 8 hit points. Miril is down 13 hit points. Roshan is down 4 hit points. Irabeth is down 4 hit points.


On the northern side of the room, the rat-demon struggles against Drea's pin and does not manage the barest glimmer of success.

On the south side of the room, the rat demon hisses at the now standing Chancre, attempting a bite, before laying in the rest of his attacks at the healer, Irabeth. Just barely does her armor protect her from a heavy bite.

Irabeth takes a quick look at Chancre, then swings her sword, hoping to take the down the demon before it attacks again. Her blow hits, but does not down the creature.

Chancre attacks the rat demon one more time. Then steps away from the demon.

"You let him go." The dwarf's voice, low and nasty. "I won't let you break any more of my toys." Three force missiles slam into Drea, one into Samirah. "You I have no quarrel with, leave me alone." Drea takes 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) + 3 = 9 damage and Samirah takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 damage.)

Samirah darts towards where she thinks her fire and Roshan's weapon found their marks, and swings her scimitar. 1d2 ⇒ 1 But misses.

Her face expressionless, Drea starts kissing the demon to death.

With the demon pinned, Míril takes a moment to line up her sword just so, and thrusts into its black heart. Fort DC 23: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 And the demon dies.

Roshan's blades bounce off the wall from whence the bark of pain emanated just scant seconds earlier. An animal like rumble emerges from the hooded man's chest as he begins his search anew.

A badly wounded Konstantin slides over to flank the demon and continues his melee assault. Only one claw hits, but it is enough to leave the rat-demon bleeding black blood on the once-white stone floor.

Leaving the only enemy in the room the invisible dwarven spellcaster.

GM:
Chancre -7,-20,-27,-35,-30
Drea -2,-4,-9,-18
Konstantin -14,-19
Miril -15,-22
Roshan -8,-15
Samirah -8,-6,-10

Irabeth -8,-15

Ak1 -9,-40
Ak2 -13,-23,-37
Ak3 -10,-19,-21,-33,-37
Ak4 pinned -12,-24, -35

Millorn -12,-17

Othi -19,-32,-80


GM:
Millorn MM

Ab3+haste bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Ab4,break grapple: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Beth
1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 = 151d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 12
or default to LoH if someone falls


Samirah and Konstantin:
A little while after Otai offered the smoked preparation made from the gecko the group had turned over, both food and more drink is brought to the table. The woman who sets the large platter of meat and sides keeps glancing at the far side of the large barroom. A loud noise causes her to jump, pulling her attention back to the table and the platter before her as her hand knocks over a heavy wine bottle, her hazel eyes going wide as the edge of the platter clanks onto the table. Flustered she tries to do too many things at once, preventing the bottle from falling, the glasses from clattering and the food from splattering, all while starting an apology that cycles between light blasphemy and embarrassment.
Roshan:
Late on the second night that you stayed in the Defender's Heart, after most people have fallen asleep, Roshan jerks awake, the echoes of a song off in the distance barely heard pulling him from his slumber.
Chancre:
"A very minor healer." The old woman says. She smiles, pats Chancre's hand, "I'm not from Kenabres, although I can assume a good many people are born and some do live long lives here." Her eyes move over the warriors and the wounded, "Some. Most do not live long lives." She breathes out, "I had a good life, further away from the border, but when my husband passed on I..."

She shakes her head, "There are places that call out for beauty, for the creation of something good. This place screams for it." Her eyes droop a little, weariness or sadness touching her shoulders.


GM:
Millorn MM

Ab3+haste bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Ab4,break grapple: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Beth
1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 = 271d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9

Ab3 confirm crit 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6


On the northern side of the room, the rat-demon struggles against Drea's grip trying to break the iron grasp - and fails.

On the south side of the room, flanked by Miril and Chancre, the rat-demon looks between the armored holy warrior and the less armored, agile woman. And goes for the heavily armored Chancre. Although most of the quick natural attacks scratch and rend against armor, one of the creature's bites rips through the armor. (Chancre takes 8 points of damage and falls to the ground bleeding.)

Chancre:
The bite... hurts. More than just the damaged flesh, the bite seems to sear deeper, marring surface and interior beauty and strength.

Fort DC 13: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

But Chancre's will is strong and cares not about the physical damage.

Irabeth briefly considers the barely damaged demon, then moves between it and the less armored allies. A feint with her longsword, designed to distract the demon as she quickly lays a hand on Chancre's body. (Chancre heals 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5 and is conscious.)

Chancre stands.

"I'm done talking to you," Chancre says. "Because you don't make a satisfactory conversation partner."

Chancre attacks the rat demon in front of him. With success.

This time from the south and closer to the group, more magic and missiles, this time split between Konstantin and Drea. "DIE!" (Drea takes 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5 and Konstantin takes 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5.)

After dodging the mess of brains and ice, Samirah turns to where she last heard the dwarf's voice. She moves forward, raising her hands, looking frustrated at her last failed attack, and calls forth the fire that is her ancestral heritage. (Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 2 = 22 The invisible dwarf takes 4d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 2) = 10 5 points of fire damage.)

Drea pins the demon she had grappled.

With tieflings demons to fight becoming a depleted resource, Míril whirls and dances again to this time join Drea in fighting her tiefling demon. From a flanking position she lashes out to stab at its squishy innards. Black blood flows.

Miril:
With the demon pinned, he is considered helpless. You can choose to coup-de-grace instead of a standard attack next round - but it is a full round action.

Roshan listens intently, scanning the room for any clues on the invisible dwarf. He waits, he throws... And one of his kunai must have found flesh, because there is a bark of pain.

A smoking and annoyed Konstantin steps over next to Chancre. The claws flicker from the sorcerer's hands and he tears into the rat demon.

GM:
Chancre -7,-20,-27,-35,-30
Drea -2,-4,-9
Konstantin -14,-19
Miril -15,-22
Roshan -8,-15
Samirah -8,-6

Irabeth -8,-15

Ak1 -9,-40
Ak2 -13,-23,-37
Ak3 -10,-19,-21
Ak4 pinned -12

Millorn -12,-17

Othi -19,-32,-80


Roshan Suraj von Itzal wrote:

Mmmm. Mango mochi! Or green tea mochi or Lilikoi or azuki bean or Two Ladies Kitchen strawberry mochi or peanut butter and jelly filled with fresh warm mochi on an early brisk Volcano morning with heated sake. Yup. I love mochi! Thanks for triggering some good memories.

...oh, and good to hear about the move.

I had this whole post written about the deliciousness of lilikoi mochi from Two Ladies.... And then I deleted it on the grounds that taunting the mainlanders is mean.


The demon on the north side of the room again tries to attack Drea with jagged tooth and sharp, dirty claw. But has as much success this time around, even if the sharp claw would have rended flesh on anyone else. Which is pretty much identically what had happened previously and based on the demon's look on Miril and Kon, he seems inclined to not bother trying that again.

On the south side of the room, the demon has a choice between the heavily armored Irabeth and the moderately armored Chancre. Both divine, both delicious. Having failed against Irabeth's armor, it tries Chancre with claws and bites. And fails.

The force weapon attacks again... and dissipates not having damaged the invisible and hiding dwarf.

Chancre continues to directly attack the rat demon, but his attacks do as much damage as the demon's had.

Irabeth takes the barest moment to evaluate the battlefield, takes a step and flanks the demon who has not yet acted this round, her longsword swinging through the demon's neck, causing the head to bounce against the wall.

From near on of the pillars at the north side of the room, there is more arcane mumbling and three missile, black force, slam into Chancre. (Chancre takes 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 4) + 3 = 13 damage.) Still from near the pillar, "I'd not make a good puppy and you don't take care of your possessions, I'd bet."

Perception DC 20:
And yes there is the sounds of movement after the attack and he is now on the southern side of the room and closer to the bulk of the group.

As the tiefling turns his back on her, the look on Samirah's face rapidly changes from playfulness to a stormy anger.

"Especially when that someone is not worth dirtying her weapon on." She hisses, finishing her earlier outcry.

She touches the scale, muttering something under her breath and using it to align her scimitar with good. Then she thrusts towards the seemingly unprotected back of the tiefling. And Samirah's sword decidedly touches the back of the tiefling - it just doesn't penetrate the combination of armor and thickened, blackened skin.

Samirah:
Sadly the d20 roll wasn't good enough for the disarm, but talk to me about it for next round so you can decide if you want to try it again :) (... the attack would have failed as a standard attack too, bastard has as high AC)

... we can still talk about it, but it seems less important now that i've looked at everyone's combat posts

Drea grabs onto the demon who has been failing to attack her successfully.

With the tiefling she was fighting down, Míril dances around (ignoring the pain of the alchemical fire) to get in a flanking position on the tiefling fighting Chancre. Once in position she stabs it fiercely. With pride and with success.

Roshan glares at the napalm throwing tiefling. He moves forward and replies in kind, not with flame, but with sharp cutting blades of cold iron. His chakram bounces off the magical shield protecting the tiefling, but Radiance slices through magic and armor scoring the second blow to damage the tielfing.

Another pace away from Samirah still leaving his back to Samirah. "You, I think, may be a danger to my love's plans." This time the tielfing throws high and long, aiming for - and hitting - Konstantin. The sticky goop encompasses everyone nearby. (Konstantin takes 14 points of fire damage. Chancre, Miril and Roshan take 7 points of fire damage and Drea takes 2 after her fire resistance.)

Konstantin nods to himself and hurls another snowball at the alchemist. This time, whatever minute adjustments the sorcerer made to his aim pay off. The snowball -- really more a solid block of ice -- utterly obliterates the tiefling's skull in a spray of brain slurry.

Konstantin:
... yep even with the penalties for cover... that will definitely hit. And the bastard thought he'd be able to run away next round.

"Aww, I liked that one. He was crazy."

"And useful."

GM:
Chancre -7,-20,-27
Drea -2,-4
Konstantin -14
Miril -15,-22
Roshan -8,-15
Samirah -8,-6

Irabeth -8,-15

Ak1 -9,-40
Ak2 -13,-23,-37
Ak3 -10
Ak4 grappled

Othi -19,-32,-80


GM:
Millorn cast magic missile

Oth bomb,10-ft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 213d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5, 2) + 4 = 14

Ab1 plus bite from haste: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Ab3 plus bite from haste: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Ab4 plus bite from haste: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Beth
1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 2 = 281d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 4 = 15

Irabeth confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 251d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16


Chancre Cailean wrote:
"I am really starting to tire of your company, invisible dwarf."

A voice, moving, "Certain explains why you left me to bleed to death."

A laugh, the slight edge of madness that had been there in your first meeting lengthened and nurtured, "I was found by those who don't throw away people so easily."


The demon on the north side of the room again tries to attack Drea with jagged tooth and sharp, dirty claw. But has as much success this time around, even if the sharp claw would have rended flesh on anyone else.

On the south side of the room, the demon that managed to draw blood on Samirah, looks between the unarmored spellcaster and the obviously holy warrior with drawn steel. And attaks the heavily armored half-orc, one claw manages to slash through Irabeth's armor.

Chancre's force weapon attacks again. And it may have hit the invisible dwarf, but probably not since there is not a hint of blood. Although it did move as if following something.

Chancre moves up to one of the rat demons to attack it directly. And hits the stout, ugly thing, but not hard enough to damage the creature through the matted fur and thick skin.

Irabeth, who had moved up into the room but whose longsword missed the demon last round, manages to strike and hurt the demon next to her. Only the slight widening of eyes shows her surprise when her steel longsword does as much damage to the demon as it would a creature of this world.

There is a mumbling from near Chancre's spiritual weapon. Suddenly the movement of the rat-demons blurs as they move with unnatural speed.

A) Perception DC 20:
Yep you still know where to attack.
B) K:arcana DC 18:
And that would be a haste on the bad guys.

Samirah continues moving across the beam to the third chandelier. Not caring about the flames that attempt to damage her. (Samirah takes 1d6 - 5 ⇒ (3) - 5 = -2 fire damage and heals 2 hit points.)

She steps daintily onto the metal and cuts the rope to drop toward the floor. Before it crashes into the ground, she leaps from the chandelier, weapon drawn, to launch herself at the tiefling and drive herself between him and the dwarf she no longer sees. She looks damn good doing it, but she must have just been trying to scare the smoky tiefling.

Held securely by Drea, the one demon snaps, unsuccessfully. Unfettered by a iron grasp, the other demon has a choice between Miril whose piety is not worn visibly and Irabeth whose wears hers with pride. That demon too chooses the obviously religious person for his single bite. And fails.

Drea pins her foe. Making that one currently harmless to everyone else.

Míril continues her attack on the tiefling she's flanking with Drea. Her sword thrusts into the tiefling's vital areas.

Roshan delays just slightly to see how the rat in succubus clutches fairs before he acts. Two more masterwork cold iron discs flash out towards his target. Only the first one hits, which is amazing given the tight aim he has to have to manage that. And it proves enough for the creature to go limp in Drea's arms, close to dead.

The black skinned tiefling gives Samirah a mocking bow as he takes a step back, away from her. Then he proceeds to ignore the fire-resistant woman and instead at someone who looks more human and more central - Miril. This time the throw is perfect, the glass vial exploding as it hits Miril, engulfing everyone around her in fire. And the alchemical stuff sticks to Miril catching her on fire. (Miril takes 15 points of fire damage. Irabeth and Chancre take 7 fire damage and Drea takes 2 fire damage.)

The magic finishes off the badly wounded demon but doesn't manage to overcome the resistance of the one up and kicking.

Between the movement of the tiefling and the destruction of the nearest demon, Kon is able to send his spell at the enemy alchemist rather than one of the rat demons. His spell just barely touches but, unlike the true demons, the tiefling does not seem to have any defenses at cold - although he throws of the slowing magic that comes with it.

GM:
3&4 go together at start, and 1&2 together towards the middle

Chancre -7
Drea -2
Miril -15
Roshan -8
Samirah -8,-6

Irabeth -8,-15

Ak1 -9
Ak2 -13,-23,-37

Othi -19

Ak1&2 - staggered


Chancre:
The old woman who had been one of the jury when the group brought in the man who almost slaughtered the librarians sits down at Chancre's table with a heavy sigh. She sits, breathing a little heavier than Chancre would think normal for her, then finally she smiles at him. Her voice is younger than her body, lacking the reediness of age, "Mr. Otai said that you'd only just come to Kenabres before our troubles."

She closes her eyes, just breathing for a little bit, "Holy warriors of your faith aren't common up here," her smile is motherly, "what brought you?"

From her own neck the bright plumage of Sheyln's songbird dances.

Drea:
Quote:

Drea sits next to Kyle, and starts periodically throwing small stones against the opposite wall.

"If I was going to let you go," Drea says, a heaviness in her tone perhaps indicating some degree of gloominess, "I'd have done it already."

She throws another stone at the wall.

A quiet snort from the bound woman.

Quote:

"I've been thinking about what you said about Hosilla. But there is a difference. Samirah hadn't done anything. She just happened to be there, a bystander. You did something. You know that, you said it yourself."

"And I can't just ignore that. But I want to try to give you another chance anyway."

She turns to look at Kyle.

"Only if you want to give that chance a shot. I'm not going to force it on you."

"But if you do want it, I'll do whatever I can to make sure you get it." Her tone is serious, and sincere. "You'll have someone there, at least, arguing for you instead of against you."

"It could matter. Even now. So if you want it, let me know."

"Why me for this beneficence?" Kyle asks, her lips twisted with some emotion that barely shows in her voice, "What makes me so special, that I get offered this grand chance that Fisk didn't?"

Miril:
"It just isn't fair," Miril hears Corbin breath out quietly at some point in the evening when she passes by near to the boy, "To meet such perfection and never have a chance."

GM:
Millorn cast buff

Oth bomb,10-ft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 233d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4, 4) + 4 = 15

Ab1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Ab2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Ab3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 131d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Ab4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 141d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Beth
1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 2 = 241d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9


The two rat demons that were further away surge forward, creating a line of sharp-toothed and sharp-clawed demons which the group will have to traverse to get to the dwarven wizard and the black-skinned tiefling. On the outsides of the line, the two demons which moved slaver, teeth clicking in anticipation of prey.

Chancre walks into the long room.

Chancre again taps the wand of spiritual weapon. his target the dwarf at the far end of the room. The force corkscapier, however, is thwarted by a dark force armor which moves like wings about the dwarf's body.

The dwarf, no dummy, drinks a potion. And disappears.

A)Perception DC 20:
But you know where he is, although he still has total concealment so 50% miss chance.

Samirah dashes toward the wall, but the rat demon who advanced along that wall bite at her (1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17) which almost distracts her. (Samirah takes 8 damage.) But she gets to where the rope for the chandelier above the rat-demons is attached. She cuts the rope, using the momentum of the falling fixture to whisk her upwards to the beams above their heads. Ref DC 12: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 The demons manage to dodge the falling chandelier, but they seem to be momentarily stuck in place by the debris.

Once she reaches the beams, she moves to the next chandelier to cut that down, too. Her laughter echoes through the room.

Samirah:
Lose 1 panache fot the parry. Gain 1 panache for the swashbuckly action.

Roshan steps into the room and tries to create a path to the back of the room. But his chakram bounces off of one of the puppetmaster demons. Roshan dodges one but the second hits him squarely with a squilshing thud. Roshan takes 8 points of damage.

In response, the puppeting demons toss the crusader heads at Roshan.

Drea moves speedily into the room, wrapping up one of the formerly-puppeting demons in a tight grapple. The other takes advantage of his positioning to sink jagged teeth into flesh, but the succubus-like woman is just too good.

Seeing her best opportunity, Míril moves in to take up a flanking position on the tiefling with Drea, and strikes at its foul heart. Damaging the vile creature in Drea's grasp.

The black-skinned tiefling strolls up towards the middle of the room, cutting his own palm with the long dagger he carries and letting the blood mix with a potion in that hand. Then, with more than a little irish, he tosses the bomb into the rafters where Samirah stands. Although the nimble woman manages to dodge, the wood of the beams catches fire. (Samirah takes 2 fire damage beyond her fire resistance from the splash damage, but heals 2 hit points from the fire.)

The breath of the two rat-demons begins to fog. A moment later, ice crystallizes over their flesh with a desiccating crackle. Although undamaged by the cold, something about it staggers the two demons.

GM:
3&4 go together at start, and 1&2 together towards the middle

Roshan -8
Samirah -8

Ak1 -13

Ak1&2 - staggered

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