Absalom in Shadow (Duo): Part II - Dead Seas

Game Master Song of Chiroptera

"My brother was caught in another sending. His mind is not yet used to the experience. Agrinost is a powerful creature, I didn't dare disturb him in the middle of him."

"Yes, the sendings are quite forceful, but we shall use what we can from them to our advantage! I fear fear that many people are in danger nearby.. Agrinost has somehow led the best warriors away and his packmates, and presumably the Rook whom is freed, areattacking normal people. Lets get upstairs! I think there is more fighting ahead of us!"

Karthan runs flat out back down the way they came readying another arrow for his bow.

The group races back the way they came, emerging into the Sundries Building to find two of the three acolytes dead, their throats slit and their hearts stabbed through.

Outside, the sounds of combat are readily apparent. The team comes out of the Sundries Building to find a massive battle on their hands. Around 100 feet away, they see Sacerdos locked in combat with two men dressed as clerics, one wielding a mace the other a longsword.

At the same area, Olivia is holding her own against what appears to be another cleric, this one wielding a longsword and shield.

Other paladins and clerics have joined the fight,engaged with two other opponents.

It's hard to tell, the good guys from the bad in those fights, but what is clear is the battle going on right at the open gates of the temple grounds. There, Caleb is locked in a dancing fight between himself and two paladins. As the old bard dances to and fro, he strikes out with a short sword, cutting across and under the defense of the cleric facing him. As he does so, he shouts a single word.

The cleric in front of him begins to shimmer and shift as a glammer melts away to reveal Sebastian the Rook. The dhampir appears wounded, wielding a longsword in one hand and a razor in the other.

Initiative Results
28 - Mal'undil
21 - Olivia & Sacerdos
19 - Bad Guys
18 - The Rook
15 - Caleb
12 - Fir'umil
10 - Zandra & Thor
8 - Karthan

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Mal'undil
"We have to cut a path to the Rook! I'll go and help out Sacerdos! you three, get over there and give Caleb a hand." The half-elf dashes off at his full movement to get into the fight with Sacerdos.

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Olivia & Sacerdos / Bad Guys
Both are fighting at this point. Trading blows with their opponents.

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The Rook & Caleb
Likewise, between the Rook and his henchmen versus Caleb, there appears to be a stalemate. Caleb is working feverishly to keep himself between the open gate and the Rook.

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Fir'umil
"You take the lead, cousins, I shall follow and working my conjurings. Just keep these imbeciles away from me so I can work." The wizard reaches into his pouch and begins gathering spell components.
He will now go at Initiative 8 with Karthan.

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Zandra & Thor & Karthan up!!
Read the map, the key is at the top telling you who is bad and who is good.

Tactical Map

Zandra raises her hands to the sky and let's go of her Lessor Restoration Spell to call into the green dream.

"Celestial eagle I need you and your allies. Come and strike down this evil foe that seeks to destroy the balance."
1 + 1d3 ⇒ 1 + (1) = 2 2nd level summon natures ally.

Flying high over a tree studded plain searching for rattlesnakes to snack upon screaming eagle and his mate heed the call and dive into the portal leading to the prime material plane.

We hear you sister! We shall smite this abomination of foul breeding!

Celestial eagles Dive Attack, Flanking, Smite Evil 1/day.

1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 19 claw
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 25 claw
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 13 beak
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 beak

1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 20 claw
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 29 claw crit threat
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 21 to confirm
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 15 beak

1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5 claw
2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10 if critical
[/dice]1d4+2+1[/dice] if no crit
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 beak just in case

The eagles cry out with triumph as their talons and beaks rip and tear into the Rook.
"Sssscreeeeee! Sssscreeeee!"

Thor sprinted 50ft then launched himself into the air to come down on the warrior to the south of Sarcredos. The tiger is a mass of teeth and claws seeking to shred his opponent to ribbons to fulfill his mistresses mental sending.

"I shall free the two legs with the magic tooth so that he can attack the wolf's master as Zandra wishes!"

1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 16 bite
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21 claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 = 18 claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 = 18 rake
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21 rake

1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Karthan moved closer by 30ft then attempted to take a shot at the man fighting Olivia.

1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 4 = 6 firing into melee

But the action is simply too intense and Karthan is force to loose the arrow into the temple wall to avoid striking his companion.

"Nayl sahtat'e!" he muttered under his breath.

Mal’undil
The half-elf charges in with his short sword flashing.
Short Sword Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Crit Threat!
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Not Confirmed!!
Damage+Flank: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4, 1, 4) + 3 = 17
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Olivia & Sacerdos
Olivia’s blade undercuts her opponent’s shield, attempting to bypass his defenses...
Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Sacerdos welcomes the aid of both Thor and Mal’undil as he focuses his attentions on the opponent before him. He waves his sword before him and curses the enemy. ”Ragathiel take you in his holy fires you worthless cur wearing the garb of better men!! Burn for your foul subterfuge!!” Casts Blistering Invective
Initimidate Check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Enemy Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Saves!!

The enemy has nowhere to go.

bom: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
bod: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
The baddie on Mal'undil scores a hit across Mal's hip.

bos: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
bod: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
The baddie on Sacerdos takes a swing but misses, distracted by the Inquisitor's blistering invective!

bnpc1a: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
bnpc1d: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
NPC Combat

bnpc2a: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
bnpc2d: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
NPC Combat

boca: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
bocd: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
The baddie striking at Caleb's back misses and is shamed by his own ineptitude!!
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the Rook
Sebastian bares his fangs at the flying beasts tearing at his flesh. His hood comes back and it’s apparent he’s wearing some form of lenses over his eyes to prevent being dazzled. He lashes upwards with a Longsword to slash at the eagles.

Eagle 1
Longsword Attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Damage Attack 1: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Eagle 2
Longsword Attack 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage Attack 1: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

With the Rook swiping away the eagles, Caleb takes his attack of opportunity upon the Dhampir's midsection and scores a hit.
Caleb’s AOO: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
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Caleb
Caleb braces himself and calls out a deafening note in the key of E, a concussive sonic force erupts from his mouth, focuses directly at the Rook.
Greater Shout: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 3, 5, 3, 3, 3, 6, 2, 2) = 35

Rook’s Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Rook Saves for half damage, stunned for 3 Rounds

Baddie AOO on Caleb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
The baddie regains honor as he scores a hit with his AOO!!
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Fir'umil
Fir moves forward and waves his hands in ominous circles, focusing on Olivia’s opponent. He shouts in the language of magic, his voice raspy but horrifically gutteral...
Fir'umil casts Cause Fear
Baddie Will Save: 1d20 ⇒ 15 Fail!!

The enemy before Olivia now has the Frightened condition for Duration: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Rounds

[ooc]Over to Zandra and Thor and Karthan
- Baddie in front of Olivia is “Frightened”
- Baddie in front of Thor is hurting
- Rook's attack dealt 9pts to eagle 1, 8pts to eagle 2. I think they have 5hp each so they are gone
- Rook has "stunned" condition for 3 rounds

Updated Tactical Map

Making a quick decision Zandra brings her hands back up and recalls the eagles hoping that they would answer her call once more.

"I am sorry to call you again my friends, but our need is great."

1d3 ⇒ 3

Whole again Screaming Eagle and his mate are joined by a member of their arie as they reappeared high over the plain. Their time away had been short, but Zandra reached out to them calling.

We hear you sister! We are coming!

A portal opens below them revealing the temple courtyard. The eagles dive in a wedge intent on destroying the Rook with their keen talons and hooked beaks.

Eagle 1
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 18 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 26 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 23 beak
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 beak

Eagle 2
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 20 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 13 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 23 beak
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 beak

Eagle 3
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 16 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 16 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 17 beak
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 claw
1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 beak

Stunned

A stunned creature drops everything held, can't take actions, takes a –2 penalty to AC, and loses its Dexterity bonus to AC (if any).

Attackers receive a +4 bonus on attack rolls to perform combat maneuvers against a stunned opponent.

1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19 bite
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 claw
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 claw
1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 bite
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 claw
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 claw

If both claws hit Thor can perform a rake with his rear claws
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 rake
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 rake
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Thor seeks to end his prey's struggles by biting into his neck.

1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8 doh!
1d20 + 8 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 2 - 4 = 19 shot two.

1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 3 + (4) = 15

Karthan steps 5 feet then fires twice at Olivia's frightened opponent.

Come on go down!

Mal’undil
The half-elf lashes out with his sword, attempting to end the enemy before him.
Short Sword Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage+Flank: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 6) + 3 = 17
The foe before him falls dead to the ground. He then turns and heads towards the enemy flanking Caleb.
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Olivia
Olivia’s blade takes advantage of her opponent's fear, striking with her sword...
Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Sacerdos
He nods approval to the majestic beast as their shared enemy falls. He then sees that Mal'undil has bested his own opponent. Sacerdos burst forward and attacks the enemy flanking Caleb, swinging Knighteye in a diagonal arc at Mal'undil's opponent. ”Fall, villainous betrayer!”
Knighteye Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
He connects with the enemy.

bnpc1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
NPC Combat

bnpc2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
NPC Combat

boc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
This one strikes Caleb once more!!
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the Rook
Sebastian stumbles under the combined onslaught of three celestial eagles and caleb's spell. He spreads his arms wide as he summons aide to his side...

Summon Nature's Ally III
Summon: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Fiendish Eagles fly forth from the fires of hell, lashing outward in a swath of fury!!

Fiendish Eagle 1 vs. Celestial Eagle 1
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 21 Hit
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 8 Miss
Beak: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 23 Hit
Claw Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Beak Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Celestial Eagle 1 Dead

Fiendish Eagle 2 vs. Celestial Eagle 2
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 16 Hit
Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 17 Hit
Beak: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 22 Hit
Claw Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4
Claw Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Beak Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Celestial Eagle 2 Dead
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Caleb
Caleb dances his short sword in a swirling arc and lashes out in quick succession. Full Round Attack
Short Sword Attack 1: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

Short Sword Attack 2: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 Miss!!
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Short Sword Attack 3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Hit
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
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Fir'umil
Fir cuts southeast across the battle field and lines up a blast from the end of his staff to assault the enemy flanking Caleb.
Force Missile: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Over to Zandra and Thor and Karthan
Rook is on the ropes
Baddie with Rook is half way dead

Updated Tactical Map

Zandra had used her most powerful offensive magics for the day and was loathe to let go of her last healing magics. She tracked the man fleeing to the corner of the yard. She wasn't the best archer, but she was trained in the art. She drew and loosed an arrow on the bow her brother had made for her

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 To hit
1d8 ⇒ 3 damage

Huh! Every squirrel gets a nut every now and again.

Screaming Eagle grappled with his infernal doppelgänger.

I . . . Shall . . . Not . . . Yield!

1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18 claw
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13 beak

1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Releasing the prey that had ceased its feeble struggles, Thor launched himself at the prey standing between the man with the special long tooth and the walker of shadows.

Free up the man with the long tooth so that he can aid the singing silverback, correct?

1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 26 Bite
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 = 14 claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 = 22 claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16 claw
1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21 claw

1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Sebastian! Your reign of terror has ended! Blinding little children and keeping them for torture in the basement!? You are no better than the Sire you hunted down so many centuries ago. The cycle has come full circle, now you are the hunted monster! May my arrow take the life from your eyes forever!"

Karthan called out to his former mentor as he loosed two arrows into the fray seeking to end the Rooks life once and for all.

How could Olivia been so stupid as to let him live and then bring him here. I shall end this!

1d20 + 9 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 - 4 = 23 1st shot, natural 20!
1d20 + 9 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 2 - 4 = 18 2nd shot
1d20 + 9 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 - 4 = 20 confirm critical, confirmed by the master of one

3d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 7, 2) + 3 + (2) = 15 take that take that take that!

The "Silverback" is not an ape! He is a human elder that is skilled in the magic of music! He is called a bard, but yes he must be aided."

You are so funny. I must be content to be called a house cat, but when I point out the obvious, that you are all clearly primates, you become offended.

I think this prey will soon expire.

The arrow from Karthan’s bow flew true, striking the Rook cleanly through the neck. The Dhampir’s weapons dropped from his hands, clattering to the stone and dirt of the courtyard. He collapsed to his knees, grasping at the shaft as his blood flowed over his hands.

All in the courtyard felt an intake of air as it flooded towards the Rook’s dying form. Cloaks and tabards flew towards the figure and an eerie silence fell upon the area then an explosion of psychic energy blows outward shocking all nearby with its force. (no damage, just impactful)

As the Rook expires, his summoned Fiendish Eagles disperse in piercing shreiks of anger and pain.

In addition, the foe attacked by the ferocious tiger falls before the beasts killing prowess.
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Mal’undil
The half-elf lashes spins on his heels and quick draws a dagger to throw at the back of the nearest enemy fighting a temple armsmen.
Throwing Dagger Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 Hit
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

After the weapon strikes the foe, the blade wiggles and pulls itself free and flies back to Mal’s outstretched hand. (Returning Quality)
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Olivia
Olivia let’s her blade fall point first to the ground where it sticks into the stone. She pulls her longbow and fires at the same foe Mal’undil had just struck.
Longbow Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Sacerdos
The Inquisitor senses that victory is all but certain. He reaches a hand to the same enemy as is being attacked by Olivia and Mal, a commanding tone ringing through the courtyard. ”Stand, villain, and receive your fate!”
Casts Hold Person

Enemy Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Baddie 1 (Held)

bnpc2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
He still attacks the cleric in front of him, a grim determination set in his jaw.
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Caleb
Caleb, loathe to waste a life, speaks in awe-inspiring tones to the second enemy, speaking directly into the man’s soul... The Scroll’s voice is like the most powerful bass cello, singing a plea to the audience. ”Harken to me, young man. Look upon me and know that surrender is all that you need...”
Casts Overwhelming Presence
Baddie’s Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

To the Scroll's surprise, the enemy resists! He readies his blade to finish off the cleric in front of him.
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Fir'umil
Seeing that both enemies are still up, Fir angles himself and withdraws a wick from his spell pouch, bringing it to his lips and casting Burning Hands
4d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 4) = 10

Reflex 1 Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Miss
Reflex 2 Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Saves

The first enemy falls. The second saves for half damage but is still in the fight.

Over to Zandra and Thor and Karthan
Only one baddie remains, and he's not giving in...

Updated Tactical Map

Over at the temple, Chaplain Lord Liberios and a trio of paladins emerge from the doors with the carcasses of four large wolves. They lay them on the stone ground at the bottom of the stairs.

Thank you screaming eagle, you have helped us carry the day. One last remaining foe and you shall be released to soar with your mate once more.

I hear and obey!
Screaming eagle flaps his wings hard five times to gain a little height before coming down on the last remaining attacker.

1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 20
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Thor felt his mistress recall him. His blood was up and there was still fighting to be done, but he did as her was bid. The tiger bounded back to the ruminative elf maiden who waited for him with an outstretched hand.

[dice]1d8+3[\dice] CLW

"Be well my friend and thank you for carrying the fight to the enemy for me. You are very brave." the druidess toned as her life magic spread over her companions form.

In one fluid motion Karthan slung his bow and ran drawing his twin blades towards the Rook's body. His face was as a porcelain dolls, but his heart was a ship in rough seas.

What was that release!? He said he had no magic! Damn you Sebastian. Damn you for not seeing your gifts and using them in some other way! Damn you for what you were to me and made me do. Damn myself . . .

"What has been the purpose of this?."

Caleb watched as the celestial eagle finished the last enemy, quietly sad for the additional loss of life, but seeing the necessity. Next to him, Karthan charged forward with his elven blades drawn...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

The old bard held up a hand to the elf. "You ask the right question, young one, but your heart is tossed in a sea of anger..." He knelt down over the body of the Rook, sifting through the Dhampir's body and coming up with the object he'd seen glowing moments before. "A Ring of Chameleon if I don't miss my guess..."

With an assessment of the object, the bard handed the item over to the elven ranger. "You have earned the item, Karthan Dawnsetter. Allow yourself to feel the victory over a dark pall that had been over Coppertown for a long time. Without your intervention into his business, this day may not have come."

"To answer your question, the Rook simply sought his freedom. And he had the support of loyal servants to make the attempt. The backlash...his essence was old and his rage, however well decorated or mannered, was potent."

Karthan receives a Ring of Chameleon. It has no residue of evil, merely a magic item.

...more to come."

"My guess is he had infiltrators amongst the crowds earlier that worked their way into the grounds. Then he used that ring to assume the identity of the first Acolyte who aided us. That was the Rook in disguise."

The Inquisitor slipped his blade in a flourish back into his scabbard. "We have accomplished what should have been done earlier. The Rook and his ilk should not have been allowed to live. I should have pressed harder when we captured him. My Lord Ragathiel would have wanted it that way...no prisoners."

Coming from the Temple steps, Liberios was directing clerics to deal with the wounded.

...still more to come.

"Shadow Wolves and werewolves in our hallowed halls!" The Chaplain Lord spat upon the ground near the Dhampir's dead form. He pointed at the Rook, "Remove that creature's head, Dawnsetter. Your weapons are still bared and hungry. There's no telling how much of his undead nature is at work!"

Liberios cursed. "This is a lesson from Iomedae that justice should be absolute. To have even considered an attempt to pair our justice with that of the city caused us to halt our blades from the killing blows earlier this morning. I take responsibility for this travesty!"

Over to you.

Zandra sends screaming eagle above the battle field to look for any fleeing targets or other things of interest.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Thank you, as promised you may go now. I hope I do to have cause to call you again soon.

"Iomedae, the goddess of righteous valor, justice, and honor. When she was alive and mortal she was assertive and vigilant in rooting out evil. Even now she expects cleanliness of mind, body and spirit as well as an honorable demeanor from her followers. Young knights who seek to become anointed paladins are often inspired by the courtly tales of her ascension. They can be counted on to remain idealistic, even in the face of great evil. Their honor and faith are strong enough to overcome the vices and sins of their enemies, yet there remains in their heart's room for redemption."

"Let us not forget The Eighth Act of your Goddess's 11 miracles.
Iomedae convinced the graveknight known as the Black Prince to throw himself upon his sword as punishment for his evil is considered Iomedae's Eighth Act. This righteous suicide redeemed the undead knight's soul and allowed him to be judged in the Halls of Aroden. I wish that the Rook and his minions had been killed in battle before being brought here, but I was not present for the raid so I will not criticize those who were, for it is far to easy to look backwards to find faults. I believe Olivia had her heart in the right place, but may have underestimated the strength of this creature who had spent centuries building his empire."

"I say none of this to slight you Sacredos. You and your patron have an important place in this world. It is just that absolutes cannot address every situation. In this case I am glad The Rook has paid for his crimes, but had you destroyed him before we learned from him we would not be where we are today. It is too bad that his soul was bent towards evil, but his manner or adhering to absolute views led him down that path. There must always be room for some caring for the value of life, lest in our righteous vengeance we become like him."

"Sebastian is dead and shall remain so. I shall stake his heart though I know he is no true vampire. Then I shall clean and wash his body before taking him to the Elven Court Emissary here. My people have old grievances against him. Let them know that Iomedae and her allies have brought him down. He is undoubtedly being judged right now or placed in the care of whatever Patron God he followed reaping his just rewards for evil does not honor or repay evil in kind."

Karthan sheathed his blades and gave a knowing nod to The Scroll, for whom he now had a greater respect.

"Where is the family that you all had rescued?"

Caleb smiled and pointed to the workshop in the northeast corner of the courtyard. At a hum from the bard, the workshop shimmered and half of the structure disappeared. In the shadows of what remained were the family, safely guarded by the clerics who'd been administering to them earlier.

Liberios grim face turned fully to Karthan. He stepped towards the elf, boots crunching the dirt into the cobblestones of the courtyard. Gauntleted hands went to his sword belt as his hard blue eyes took in the ranger.

"No secret I wasn't too keen having you on board our little mission, Dawnsetter. You and your sister are too young, not enough experience. Even told the mighty Beleg he was a fool right to his face when he said you'd arrived in Absalom."

The Chaplain Lord folded his arms across his chest. There was fresh blood on his armor and clothing, a cut across his neck appeared to have been hastily healed. "Your too much like your father. Your mentor in Greengold new it. Your also too much like your wizard cousin here for my liking."

His hands came forward and grasped Karthan firmly by the shoulders. In a brief instant, the elven ranger could hear the sounds of battles in the paladin's past echo across memory. The chiseled plains of the man's face gave way to a grin so feint that had the elf not been face to face with Liberios, he would have missed it. "Hmph, maybe bring like them isn't such a bad thing, eh? But if you continue coming up with wisdom like what you just said, Dawnsetter, I may just change my mind!"
He clapped him in the shoulder painfully and motioned for Sacerdos and Fir'umil to step closer. "Before this mess started, I'd received word that a group from the Harbor Master's office was being sent here for a meeting later today." He stabbed a finger at Sacerdos. "They were clear that you should be there. I'm assuming the ship with your clerics will be here sooner than expected."

Sacerdos' hand went subconsciously to the pouch at his side.
Liberios continued, pointing to Karthan, Zandra and Fir'umil in turn. "You three should take the Inquisitor over to the Arcanamarium." He glanced knowingly at Fir'umil. "Get him his audience, Fir. Then all of you get back here by this afternoon to meet with these harbor men."

The flash of a grin came and went again as he looked upon Karthan. He clapped the ranger on the shoulder again and turned on his heels to stalk back towards the temple proper, barking orders as he went.

Fir'umil watched him go, hand gripping and loosing on his staff. After a moment he turned to the others, specifically to Caleb. "Might we prevail upon your good nature and have use of your carriage?"

Caleb smiled graciously. "Absolutely. I'll remain behind and see to the family. The youngest has requested a tale I'm particularly fond of recounting." The Scroll bowed his head and turned to go to the family. "Well done today, my friends. I trust I will see you tonight for dinner. Hindre will be cooking his famous Duck Confit."

The wizard looked to the rest, catching Olivia's eye for a moment. They shared a brief, unspoken exchange before she bid the group a goodbye and left to see to the needs of the temple investigation. "I'll be busy for a few hours uncovering who these men were that gained access to our ranks."

Mal'undil held up his hands when the wizard's gaze settled on him, a raised eyebrow of question. "No thanks. Me and the Arcanamarium do not mix. I've got some teeth to pull or perhaps a waxing that's calling my name." He backed away towards the gates of the temple, thumbs pointing in the direction of out. But he grinned broadly towards the three elves. "You did well for some wet behind the pointy ears elves fresh from the garden. I'll see you later tonight at Caleb's" With that, he turned to go.

Fir shrugged and looked to his cousins and Sacerdos. "I'll see that the carriage is prepared. It will do us better to arrive in it than on separate mounts. We're leaving in a few minutes, so don't dally about."

Over to you...

Zandra smiled inwardly at the faint whispers in her ears and heart. Yes, it is best not to say anything outwardly. He is finding his own way onto the path. He is like a fawn, he is likely to start and run off at the first contact. We will let him enter the glade on his own and become comfortable munching on clover.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 Sense motive Karthan
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 Sense motive Zandra

Both Elves watched the various parties around them and the exchange between Olivia and Fir'umil with interest.

"Sacredos it sounds as though your end task is near and your wish to see the Grey may be granted. Let us go now before any ones mind is changed. Including mine, for I have no intention of being bound or shackled by magic."

"Caleb, would you please keep an eye on Sebastian's body for me? After our audience I should like to take him to the green quarter. I am hopefully not assuming too much by guessing you know how to get in contact with the Elven Court?"

It is interesting that these humans and even Mal like to think of us as so young. I have been self aware nearly twice as long as The Lord Captain has been alive. Though Mal does have a few years and a good amount of street smart life experience on me.

What is it that Olivia and Fir are up to? I will not be bound, Beleg said that those who serve him do so of their own free will. Hopefully he didn't mean after a brainwashing or Geas spell. . . Apparently Liberos can give Fir orders . . .

Zandra closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids, hidden from those around her, her eyes reopened again and became those of and eagle.

Show me what you have seen.

It is not totally clear yet sister, but it is becoming more clear.

Through the eyes of an eagle, Zandra saw the events unfolding in the courtyard. She had many faces. Mal was a mature tom cat on a hot tin roof. Fir was a mist shrouded form, but Zandra intentionally strayed away from looking directly at him. Her focus was on Karthan. Liberos was a scarred grizzeled bear standing sloped shouldered before her brother. Focusing more closely she could see shifting shapes superimposed over her sibling. A panther crouched ready to spring, traces of a timber wolf lingered about him, his head movements were those of a hawk, his peircing eyes those of a falcon, but as the bear stood before him the changing forms Karthan took resolved cleary into a stocky, muscular mammal. . .

Is that a giant badger? No not a badger.

The animal further took shape. Its snarling lips revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, powerful claws splayed ready to strike back at the bear a full six times its size, Karthan's eyes became the animal's own and there was no sign of fear there. There probably should have been some or at least a healthy respect. Wolves would have rolled over and exposed their underbellies in sign of submission, but not this animal. Karthan was unphased there was defiance as though Karthan was ready to fight over his kill refusing to yield his territory and accepted the challenge the bear represented instead.

A wolverine. <sigh> Oh brother, you can be so stubborn and fierce . . . how fitting for you though.

Thank you eagle for lending me your insight.

Motivation...
The siblings studied the various exchanges amongst their comrades. The imposing form of Liberios and his words to Karthan spoke of his desire to see the wisest and hardest-edged soldiers on the battlefield. The Chaplain Lord saw some the hardness he required in Karthan, but judging by his demeanor and stance, he wanted to see more of the wisdom and experience needed to truly be an effective soldier and to stand against the evil only hinted at by the Pattern.

Zandra, ever more insightful than her hot-headed brother, saw into Liberios’ manner further. The paladin, despite his hard words, had a great respect for elves, lest he wouldn’t speak his mind so freely among them..especially to the likes of an elder like Beleg. But he viewed both Karthan and Zandra as child students in an advanced world of higher learning. Age was great, knowledge was great, but if they lacked the wisdom to apply both they would be hindrances to the cause. Liberios would not spend his considerable energies babysitting and teaching lessons. Nor did he want a life lesson ending the lives of the children of a former comrade in arms.

But even though he didn’t vocalize it, Liberios saw the opposite in Zandra. He saw more wisdom and patience than her brother, but he did not get the impression that the elf maiden was aggressive enough for the task.

As the Chaplain Lord turned to leave, the exhale of breath from the towering bastion for good gave off the conclusion that if for anything else, it was the balance between the two siblings that would make them effective in the near future.

Then there was the exchange, ever so brief and unspoken, between Fir’umil and Olivia. Karthan saw in it a shared knowledge between the paladin and the wizard. At the mention of seeking an audience with the Grey there was an undertone of excitement...no, not excitement...more of anticipation. Anticipation of reaching something that had been previously out of reach. But in Fir’umil, there was a sense of...what was it? Was it shame? Embarrassment?

Zandra saw these things along with her brother, but under the currents of their friends’ silent exchange, she also sensed the anticipation was that of being able to access something that had been up until that point denied them. What was it about the Grey? Hadn’t he been a dear friend of her father and mother and to Fir’s father also? Why would he be denied to their cousin?

For your patient consideration...
Caleb stopped his withdrawal and thought on Karthan’s request. ”I’ll see what I can do, Karthan.” He returned to the group, passing Fir’umil as the wizard departed to get the carriage ready.

The old bard interlocked his fingers across the girth of his belly and sighed. He thought on his words for a moment, frowning until his bushy, gray-white brows nearly met like joining roads. ”I won’t claim to know fully your mind, Karthan, but I will give you some food for thought. The temple here made a bold step in directly interfering in the affairs of this city, even if it was outside the walls. They lost good people in battle against a well organized and deadly foe. In addition, the city officials will want their...how is it said...their pound of flesh.”

Another pause as he sought the right words. There was a genuine sense about the old man that he didn’t want to cause friction or ruffle the feathers of Karthan’s honorbound duty. ”I think I might understand your motivations behind bringing the body before the representative of the Court who yes, by the way, does reside in Green Ridge...but your people were well aware of the Rook’s presence...of his activities...yet they did not seek to move against him. I sense there was something more to that portrait than what we see. Though I count the elder-kin close to my heart, and even though I’ve been named friend, I could never see all the perspectives or reasons why. Especially as we stand so close to the finished painting as this...” His eyes drifted to the inert Dhampir’s form.

”If I may suggest, Karthan, perhaps give this a bit of time. Bring your announcement to the representative in Green Ridge. But leave the Rook’s remains to the administration of this Temple. They will have much to answer for with regards to the authorities over Absalom for their direct action...but I think to a man and woman the servants of Iomedae believe those actions righteous and worth every drop of blood.”

He directed the elves’ attention to those in the courtyard. Even though the battle and loss were fresh, there was a deep sense of renewed purpose and honor in all their movements. ”The battles of the early morning and what just transpired have rekindled the fire in their blood for their beloved goddess’ precepts. Something I’ve not seen here in quite a while.” He looked back to Karthan and Zandra. ”It’s no accident that you are both at the heart of that rekindling.”

Another sigh, then a warm smile as he let his words crowd about the air. ”Consider it, Karthan, that’s all I ask. Now, on to telling stories to children, a favorite pastime for old men!” He spun about more nimbly than most a quarter of his age and headed towards the location of the family. ”See you at dinner!” Caleb called over his shoulder.

Now Seating for all Departures...
Sacerdos’ jaw clenched and unclenched. In all the discussion there were only two thoughts in his mind; burn the filthy Dhampir’s hellspawned body and his eagerness to move onwards to interviewing Tabir the Grey.

But the bard’s words rested in the back of the Inquisitor’s mind like a mill stone. Not for the first time, he wondered at just how much elven blood was within him that he had no insight into the ways of the elves. Chiefly inscribed upon the mill stone was why they would want to allow the Rook to continue breathing? A sneer drew at his lip like a fish hook. Subtle manipulations on the tangled lives of what they considered their lessers... For the most part, Sacerdos was happy to be mostly human. He had less appreciation for such things and that was just fine with him.

Sacerdos shifted his mind away from the topic before his anger stirred much further. The Inquisitor surveyed the grounds, pacing away from the sibling elves. South of their spot near the gate were the stables and his horse. Part of him wanted to bring his longtime friend despite the wizard’s warnings. But he would show the proper respect as he was a guest at their mercies.

As he watched, the bard’s manservant emerged with the carriage, Fir’umil trudging alongside holding a handkerchief to his face as the carriage kicked up dust.

”It appears we’re leaving...” Sacerdos announced to the elves.

Once the carriage was near, he opened the door and stood aside for them to board, him going last behind the three elves and the tiger.

They traveled north, the morning over Absalom still only in its 9th hour. The marine layer still clinging to the skies and giving the streets outside the temple a cold, clammy feeling.

I’ve got Karthan, Zandra, Thor, Fir’umil and Sacerdos in the carriage. Hindre driving. I’ll pause here in case you had more conversation before we arrive at the Arcanamarium or if you want to shoot a few more questions Caleb’s way. (I can always bring him back and repost the departure.

The wolverine remained rampant over his kill guarding it jealously from all that approached. Then Caleb approached his form was complex, he had the body of a lion and the wings of an eagle, but his head remained his own. As Caleb spoke, Zandra observed that while Karthan remained still and impassive his wolverine image retracted his claws and went to all fours. As the beast's blood settled so did his coat. Caleb had influence over Karthan.

A good thing.

Karthan listened to what Caleb had to say.

Of all the people I have met in this city only this Scroll, as they call him, has not sought to exploit or use us in some way. In fact I cannot see what if anything he has to gain from any of this or us. . . Damn you old man for always seeming to make sense.

"Sethis mauklaurien, fur weforeth . . .

Karthan slipped the Rook's ring on his finger. The metal was sticky with the I dried blood of its former owner. Karthan brought his hand up to admire it noting that his hands were stained with his own blood.

"Blood has only just begun to be shed. There shall be rivers of it ahead of us."

”It appears we’re leaving...” Sacerdos announced to the elves.

Karthan turned to Sacredos, "Yes we shall Sacredos. And if I am not incorrect our next part in this journey will be revealed to us. Come let us free come another step closer to freeing the souls of your honored priests. And thank you for being here." Karthan spoke the words sincerely then changed topics.

"I noticed that Olivia bears a blade that can pierce stone. Is that star metal blade known to you?"

With this Ring...

Sacerdos’ smile was an honest but terrifying thing. A man such as he, the roads he’d traveled, did not lend his face a countenance of happiness. The Inquisitor reached inside his shoulder satchel and retrieved a metal flask, bound in hardened leather. ”You have an eye for blades, Dawnsetter.” He handed the flask to the elven ranger, gesturing that he should take it.

”Holy water. Take that ring off and rinse that vile creature’s blood from it.” He cocked his head towards the open carriage window.

Karthan took the flask and both he and his sister noticed that Sacerdos’ left hand bore two rings. One had the look of Mithral while the other looked to be of platinum. Both were emblazoned with the sigil of Ragathiel; an open wing set with a bastard sword. This close to the Inquisitor, it is apparent that his breastplate is also Mithral.

Sacerdos sat back in his seat and sighed, looking out the carriage window on his side. ”I inquired about the blade after our battle in Copperwood. Adamantine, she said. A gift from her father upon her assignment to the Chaplain-Protectors.”

Assuming Karthan does clean his new ring...

After Karthan handed back his flask, Sacerdos replaced it in his satchel and adjusted himself in the carriage seat. With the tiger in place between them on the floorboard, it was cramped quarters. The half-elf Inquisitor unbuckled his sword belt and leaned it against the carriage wall, near to hand.

He pointed to the ring now replaced on Karthan's finger. "A fine prize, that. Useful on and off the battlefield, I'd wager. Capable of blending in to your surroundings and also of creating disguises."

Did you see the spoiler in Sylan to Caleb?

The Inquisitor reached inside his shoulder satchel and retrieved a metal flask, bound in hardened leather. ”You have an eye for blades, Dawnsetter.” He handed the flask to the elven ranger, gesturing that he should take it.

"Yes, I suppose I have an affinity for them. I was trained in larger blades, but I have found that most of my skill is in my bowmanship and traditional elven long knives. I suppose some would call them short swords, but the art of them relies on keen edges more so than the stabbing technique employed by human versions of the weapon. I have begun learning the various dances of the blades and find that they suit me. Though I tried to master the larger, more martial, traditional weapons of my people, I will have to say the long knives chose me."

"Your weapon is a mighty one, so is Olivia's, but I recognize it is in the hands of such deft operators that they become so deadly. . . The Rook placed a lot of his effort in the art of the deuling sword and offhand blade. I would have liked to have seen his swordsmanship at the raid. For educational purposes of course. The style of the Aldori Swordlords interests me greatly."

His hand moved in a blur, going to the hilt of his Aldori dueling sword. It was out of its sheathe, the leading edge across Weiss’ throat in a single motion.The first strike cut through most of the innkeeper’s throat. Sebastian gracefully stepped forward, in the same motion pivoting his grip to guard position and letting his weight and thrust stab the blade through Weiss’ heart. As quickly as the blood had begun to pump from the man’s neck, it stopped as his heart was cut in two.

Weiss’ eyes opened wide, then clouded over. He fell to his knees and onto the canvas, Sebastian withdrawing his blade with one hand and drawing forth a cloth from his belt with another. He wiped his sword clean and sheathed it, letting the blood-stained cloth fall upon the dead man at his feet.

“I cannot afford leniency if I’m to have order. And I will have order.” He had said. . . how like him are you?

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 spellcraft Karthan
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 spellcraft Zandra

Zandras eyes drifted over the inquisitors rings and held there for a moment. Reaching out with her own magic to acertain their enchantments she also noticed her brother's own enchanted ring. She swept her eyes over the other companions too, before looking towards the scenery passing by outside the window. Though it looked like she was a young woman drinking in the sights, her mind was calculating and evaluating, her ears ever open.

”Holy water. Take that ring off and rinse that vile creature’s blood from it.” He cocked his head towards the open carriage window.

Karthan took the flask and noticed that Sacerdos’ left hand bore two rings. One had the look of Mithral while the other looked to be of platinum. Both were emblazoned with the sigil of Ragathiel; an open wing set with a bastard sword. This close to the Inquisitor, it is apparent that his breastplate is also Mithral.

"Thank you. I shall take your advice. I had not even thought of how we must look. Fir'umil, do you still have that cantrip that can clean us and our gear up?"

The blood hadn't even bothered me. I need to pay more attention, what is wrong with me? Have I become that hardened?

Karthan pours the holy water into his cupped hand and washes away the blood, his own and Sebastian's, and watched the droplets fall to the ground, splash onto the cobble, and swiftly left behind as the carriage moved on.

Thor's nostrils flared and his whiskers flexed at the reactivated scent.
Blood