Elisile shifts her aim past Hudak, out over the central well, to shoot at the Ironbriar that she wounded before
However, her turn is hasty, the string loosed a moment too soon, before the bow is pulled high enough, the arrow clatters into the wall below the walkway and drops down into the water.
Elisile shifts her aim past Hudak, out over the central well, to shoot at the Ironbriar that she wounded before
However, her turn is hasty, the string loosed a moment too soon, before the bow is pulled high enough, the arrow clatters into the wall below the walkway and drops down into the water.
bumped to make post show...
Oh, it kills me!
Dravite sees the Ape-thing drop and decides to make sure none of the others can close with Elisile, shooting two feathered fingers of death at the closest foe to her.
Rapid Shot=1d20+6=20, 1d8+3=9, 1d20+6=26, 1d8+3=8.
1d20+6=13 to confirm the second shot, if that hits then add 2d8+6=22 damage to the prior number.
Two more shots, and only one of the cultists is left standing.
Alwyn carefully makes his way down towards the water, looking for the undead menace hiding under the surface.
Various Ironbriars appear to be falling one after another. Illes draws his bow and fires on the next one in line.
The last Ironbriar dodges aside from Illes' shot.
Vethran finally shrugs off the dead bulk of the ape-demon and turns to regard his cousin's target. With a flick of his wrist, the Varisian launches a trio of deadly missiles at his foe.
The Ironbriar, already wounded by Elisile's earlier arrow, collapses to the walkway.
As the bodies fall, they change back into cowled, masked cultists like those encountered above. Except one - the Ironbriar whose face Hudak sheared off. He remains the same - the original, now very dead, Chief Justice Ironbriar.
"Oh,....man...., I killed Ironbriar. They're gonna hang me."
Hudak's face goes pale white, then....
(edit) I was gonna have Hudak say something inappropriate, but decided against it to maintain a sense of decorum or something.
Hmmmm, magic Mithril.....I need ta be thinkin' on dis! I sure be loikin' me hide shirt but a mithril shirt sure woul' be a good suit fer me....
"Let's get the hell out of this pit before the thing in the water regains its courage. It is a dangerous foe, more dangerous than I want to face in our current condition." Alwyn slowly backs up the stairs.
Sounds good....somebody search the bodies for secret stuff or clues(?)
Sounds good....somebody search the bodies for secret stuff or clues(?)
After making sure Vethran is okay and healing away the claw marks from demonic ape thing, Illes heals Elisile and Dravite. At that point he stands over one of the Ironbriars and says, "Well, we probably killed the real chief Justice of Magnimar here. What do you do after something like that?"
"Did you catch that at when he called up his men? Who's the Lord of Murder?"
“Yes, it appears to be so,” says Elisile, gazing at the dead elven face under the mask, after nodding her thanks to Illes. “I do not know of whom he spoke, though I suspect it must be the leader of this cult of the Skinsaw, or the god or fiend they revere.”
She points out the items that radiate magic, suggesting they are gathered up before the group returns to the upper levels. She also takes Ironbriar’s journal. “It may contain some clue as to where to find this Xanesha,” she says, “if we can decode the writing.”
“Let us leave this place to the fallen.”
"Heads off for everyone. If they rise again, they'll be mildly inconvenienced." Alwyn can't help but snicker at the mental picture of headless, bumbling zombies. "They are corporeal, so they won't be able to leave this pit. Now, let's try to find a way out of here."
Sounds good....somebody search the bodies for secret stuff or clues(?)
Sorry......Hudaks' dumb.
The streets are quiet after dark, and the party gets back to the inn without any further trouble. Back in their rooms, they settle down to decipher the book they took from Ironbriar's dead grasp, and to identify the swag they seized.
The first part of the book contains a mildly nauseating, and distinctly creepy, description of Ironbriar's love life. He appears to have found love (or his version of it) with a person called Xanesha, who he also refers to as the Wanton of Nature's Pagan Forms. It is unclear from the book who or what Xanesha is or what her agenda might be, but it states that he has visited her over a dozen times at the "Old Lighthouse". Ironbriar seems besotted with her - indeed, it appears to be the first time he has ever experienced love - and that she has provided him with a new way of killing, a ghastly ritual that would appear to be very similar to Sihedron rune killings carried out by Foxglove in Sandpoint. In addition, it would appear that Aldern, in hock to the Brothers of the Seven financially, was despatched to Foxglove Manor to pick up a sample of something called "Vorel's Phage", a form of deadly necromantic poison or disease which Ironbriar amusedly notes appears to have infected Foxglove with ghoul fever. It describes Xanesha sending Foxglove back to Sandpoint after he arrive back in Magnimar, dying of the fever, to carry out his reign of terror. The sample of the Phage was passed on by Ironbriar to an outfit called the Scarlet Mantis, an order of assassins-for-hire, in exchange for a significant payment.
The last part of the book contains a list of names, most of them with ticks against them. Included in the ticked list you note the name of the husband of Eliza Jerrigo, the woman the party met outside the Justice Court who's husband had gone missing in the prison below. Also on the ticked list are a series of worthies from Magnimar - merchants, politicians and the like - whose names you recognise as having been gruesomely murdered in the recent wave of killings, plus those of Kerwin and Chakkov. On the relatively shorter, unticked list are more wealthy Magnimarites, including the Lord Mayor, Haldmeer Grobaras.
The streets are quiet after dark, and the party gets back to the inn without any further trouble. Back in their rooms, they settle down to decipher the book they took from Ironbriar's dead grasp, and to identify the swag they seized.
The streets are quiet after dark, and the party gets back to the inn without any further trouble. Back in their rooms, they settle down to decipher the book they took from Ironbriar's dead grasp, and to identify the swag they seized.
Back in the safety of their rooms, Elisile opens up Ironbriar’s journal and begins examining it in some detail. After a few moments she looks up, excitement shining in her eyes.
“I believe I can decipher this,” she says. “It is written in a combination of the elven tongue and Draconic, both of which I read, and a third language that I do not … however, there appears to be enough context and repetition of phrases in the three different tongues that I will be able to work it out … in a few hours.”
"You guys are all smart."