John! Just how clawed are you? I will use the wand on you! Do you have any potions?
Milach! Are you here? Can you help us with those clerics who keep casting spells on us? Drop a sandbag on them or use a trapdoor?
"He can have my last potion too if you need it John."
During the intermission Orsin and John each regain their speed and feel like themselves again.
John will wave off the wand or the potions and take one of his CMW.
Which he follows with one of CLW
He is to full HPs.
How are you feeling Duncan?
Tweaker is going to try and look in the back while everyone else is healing up.
Anyone with Knowledge Arcane can make a check.
Duncan accepts the 2 taps with the wand.
He gives 2 CLW to Andrea.
Hand these out as needed lass. I got one Moderate Wounds potion left
Duncan feels his spells expire.
He waits till the curtain is about to come up and Casts Divine Favor and Protection from Evil on Himself before the final scene....
The knock on the door comes signalling its time to come out on stage.
Act 7: Trial by His Own Dark Hand
HAANDERTHAN
"The final trial is at hand. Your souls shall be
quenched at long last."
LARAZOD
"This trial is yours, Magistrate Maleficarum.
Asmodeus is the only true judge here. Bow
before him."
HAANDERTHAN
"Insolent dog! Asmodeus shall scour your soul
as sauce from a pan. Ash for bones, and waxen
souls melted by the dark lord’s flame to puddle
at his taloned feet."
LARAZOD
"We shall see who is judged!"
THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS (played by Robahl) enters in a burst
of foul colored flames and shrieking, crimson
skinned imps and offers Larazod a choice.
His devils hang silk scarves around all the
companions’ necks—one of red, one of crimson.
Each is handed a contract written in blood,
which bursts into flames when read.
PRINCE OF DARKNESS
"Choose. A true heart shall beat strong for all
eternity at my side, a false one burns to cinder in
an instant."
Larazod and his companions choose the crimson scarves
and the red ones burn away. Haanderthan cries out in
terror as the Prince of Darkness turns on him.
PRINCE OF DARKNESS
"Treacherous magistrate who lords false justice over
true souls. Your soul shall burn for all eternity—
an everlasting torment awaits you."
Prince of Darkness carries Haanderthan into the mouth
of Hell. Exeunt.
Andrea will have John drink the last protection from evil potion(+2 AC vs evil and +2 saves vs evil) before they head out.
Everyone full up? This is it. Damn it, we need to burn this place to the ground
"Litterally? 'Cause we can start a fire if you think'd that help."
There is a standing room of applause, the crowds laughs with joyous pleasure. They cry out with glee and excitement. "Bravo...Bravo...spectacular... wonderful."
Andrea watches Haanderthan be carried away. True justice be done my friend! Is that it? By Calistria I hope so.
Andrea waves to the crowd in a rather confused mannor,but given that she is a bumbling paladin it no doubt suits her.
Drink, drink. I need a drinkk Oh Calistria my arms and feet pain me.
Tweaker will follow and very loudly in the Eeyore type voice of deep and slow shouts down the trap door or stage prop leading away
Tweaker will follow and very loudly in the Eeyore type voice of deep and slow shouts down the trap door or stage prop leading away
A vacation to the wonderful lava baths my dear fool!
The mayor rushes to the stage...hugging the closest actor. "You will all join me for the party at my house...Yes?
Avrous items are tossed on the stage: gems, jewel, and brooches which are gathered by the stage hands in a purple velvet pouch.
Robahol rushes to the stage waving and cheering. "Come to the Limehouse in two hours time for payment. Well done."
By Calistria's jeweled breasts, he said something nice to us!
Did we just waste all those potions? Har har.
By the way, we need to start punching some people. Lucrezia, want to help me drink the contents of the Grotto?
Party? Of cours emy good mayor! Then we will steal everything that isn't nailed down and make you suffer for setting this up.
As the mayor rushes on stage, Lucrezia quietly asks her friends: "Wait, are we done? Seriously?"
At Andrea's comment: "Hell yeah! We are going to go drink the Grotto dry and the rest of you guys better be coming with us!"
As the mayor rushes on stage, Lucrezia quietly asks her friends: "Wait, are we done? Seriously?"
At Andrea's comment: "Hell yeah! We are going to go drink the Grotto dry and the rest of you guys better be coming with us!"
Looks like it.
@ Tweaker You can have Lucrezia's. I would offer mine but I burned my corset.
The mayor hugs Lucrezia 'splendidly done splendid. If anything HAD happened to you all, I would have paid for the raise dead spell." his hand squeezing you tight, "you were the best."
Honestly surprised, Lucrezia asks: "Me? The best?"
Of course, you swung that flail like a pro.
Honestly surprised, Lucrezia asks: "Me? The best?"
He is a friendly mayor :-)
Oh yea suffering gods! Am I going to have to take another one for the good of the party?
"Well, thank you sir. I'm glad to have caught your eye, perhaps I can give you a demonstration later of proper flail swinging techniques after your party tonight?"
Let us get to the Limehouse for our pay and then go show each other our scars. I just know you will be very delighted to help us with the mayor at the party while the rest of us mingle around Andrea limps off.
"Of course Andrea, we didn't do this for free you know. I hope you'll have time for me at your party mayor."
Lucrezia follows after Andrea, ready to collect her money and get a drink to try to calm herself.
"Oh...I would like that, the party is in two days time." he is genuinely thrilled with the offer. He traces on scar on your neck...and shudders with gaiety.
When you arrive at the Limehouse Thesling is yelling at Robahl, he then storms off in a fit of anger.
Robahl is happy to see the group, "Well done...that was intense but I have to tell you I've a change of heart in the direction that I'm taking my future plays. Never again."
Hey DuncanJohnTweakerOrsin. You coming? We can get Tracy to shave off the nonburned part of Duncan's beard. Maybe make a tassel for his belt or somethin..
Well that is good to hear Director sir. Now I won't have to burn you in your own theatre. So Monsuir Thelsing was angry at being damned for eternity it seems.
Tweaker is trying to find out about the other room on the stage while everyone is talking. Figure no one cares about the fool.
Robahl will give you each 1000 GP for the play and an assortment of brooches, necklaces and gems that equals another 1000 GP each. These were obviosly items tossed on the stage.
Tweaker is is a finished office that has a couple bourbon glasses on the ornate table and desk. There is nobody in the room. The other room is a prop area taht has a few stage hands cleaning up now. Everyone claps for you when you go in. You do not see a wizard or a cleric.
You do see quite a bit off unfinished work in the back.
"Look Andrea, now we have some real jewels to wear with our fancy dresses for the mayor's party." Lucrezia laughs.
On the way to the Grotto, Lucrezia will be beside Andrea's and quietly ask her: "Is it a bad thing that I want John to whip me again?"
Orsin's head is spinning after the final act. He had survived where Gregorio hadn't and the mix of ecstasy and guilt makes the room turn at a rapid pace. He stumbles a little at the roar of the audience and those who rush onto stage with their congratulations.
Drovenge...Diosa...Drovenge...Diosa... he chants over in his mind, recording the names of the families who may have slain his stage brother.
The bard gives his thanks and warmly receives gifts and well wishes from those who offer them, his sparkling outer demeanor perfectly masking his inner turmoil.
He accepts the purse and jewelry from Robahl warmly.
You might want to save these, we used a hell of a lot of our stuff to pull through. I need to get better armor.
When Lucrezia talks about whipped.. Well I don't know, maybe we should ask him. HEY JOHN!
"Look Andrea, now we have some real jewels to wear with our fancy dresses for the mayor's party." Lucrezia laughs.
On the way to the Grotto, Lucrezia will be beside Andrea's and quietly ask her: "Is it a bad thing that I want John to whip me again?"
Lucrezia's face turns bright red as Andrea yells for John to come over. "Oh gods, can't we wait until I'm at least drunk before asking such a thing?"
"What was Thelsing so upset about?" Orsin asks Robahl, his voice grave and serious.
Ye'll keep away from Me beard lass. I'll rebraid it meself. We need ta do some shoppin before the party no doubt.
Duncan Counts his coins.
"The idiot said the production was a farce but he was quick enough to grab his considerably lighter purse." He smiles.
Later at the grotto
Andrea is wobbling on a chair in front of a table that has the wreckage of snacks and tankard.
Yea look at this arm here, curre spells fix you up, but the scars stay behind unless it is damn powerful stuff. These are from when I scliced myself open to get that rot grub out. *hurp*
Andrea heaves her bare foot up . See here? *Hurhp* Andrea shows you her scarred feet. Heh.Huh...Acid took off my skin. S###..I don't even have my toenails her.*SnerpHheh.huh..snif Andrea starts a kind of drunken mumbling and crying.
The patrons at the Grotto are rejoining at the stories that are being told the news of the the survivors is spreading fast. All kinds of offers are presented to the Andrea and Lucrezia for reenactment of the whipping from a few men in the bar/brothel.
I doubt that's the last we've seen of him. He could become a real threat later on if he becomes desperate enough. Maybe he already has...
The bard's eyes narrow in the direction of Thelsing's departure, only leaving when Andrea and the others hustle the group towards the Grotto for celebration.
Alphonse quickly raises the price of entrance charging a cover charge to see the survivors, making good on the celebrity status of his club. He whispers in Lucrezia's ear, "Good job today, I'll cut you in on the door take tonight. you and your friends can drink on the house tonight."
CCOugh..Cough. I bet Orn would looovveeee to get whipped by you Lucrezia. hah, hah!
Andrea wobbles up and staggers over, scourge in hand. So, who wants to proclaim their devotion to Calistria? *BELCH* Andrea takes out a row of bottles on the bar with a sharp CRACK..
If someone would strap this fellow down to this table here, I can show you exactly what happened. You two, grab his arms and legs and pull when I say so, we gotta do the rack part somehow.