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"Are we part of the action now? Who's taking bets? I've got a hundred gold on the upstarts!"
Continuing his inspiration, Ahmande begins the complicated process of activating his wand, murmuring strange arcane words as he twists and turns certain features of the wand into alignment to cast the spell.
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Watching Ren dart forward deftly through the crowd, Kaya's eyes go wide in amazement. Wow! He never ceases to amaze me sometimes!
She attempts to follow and get a view of what is happening up front. "Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon me. Just getting through here. Down below, just gonna... slip through. HEY I'M WALKING HERE WATCH WHERE YOU SHOVE THAT THING BUDDY!"
Looking at the bard, "Well, someone feels as if they wore their big-boy pants today! To bad it won't make a bit of diff-*<erk>*" Lura seems to freeze up. The 'amazon' sees her mistress' condition. She locks eyes on the cleric, her furious gaze making her murderous intent clear. A hush falls over the room as some of the gamblers step away from her.
Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 1~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura/Amazon
The amazon strides toward the dwarf, seeming to ignore Sarathor . She swings wildly, her arm an extension of her rage. However, the cleric manages to dodge beneath the blow
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Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 2~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura/Amazon {Lura immobilized/ Amazon mad}
The icon of a merchant denotes NPC patrons and count as difficult terrain.
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"So says the frozen one!" Ahmande calls back to Lura. "We've got this now; we just need to deal with your sidekick here. And we'll start like this!" He pushes his way through the crowd to get to the inside of the circle. Slipping a small pat of butter out of his pouch, he quickly utters the magical words that complete the spell. As he points to the ground under the amazon's feet, a patch of grease appears, causing her to immediately lose her balance.
A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can't move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details). Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
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Kaya's impressed smile at the dwarf's spell is obvious, wow! Took her out just like that! I wonder what he used!
Refocusing on the looming threat, she moves up and pours on the attacks to help take out the other threat. Incanting a spell prepared earlier in the day two small orbs of force materialize in her hand, orbiting each other like large ioun stones. She merely glances at her target and with a mental thought the orbs snap out towards it. Dodging everything in their way they strike unerringly.
Croaki meanwhile attacks the strangely still foe
Full round: cast summon monster I
Though the large bodyguard maintains her footing, her balance is off as she attacks Durvak and Sarathor. Meanwhile the dinosaur begins to tear into the delicious woman.
Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 3~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura/Amazon {Lura immobilized -5/?? hp | Amazon -28/??hp}
Croaki continues to anticipate her foe dodging far too much
An eagle flies into view, seemingly out of nowhere, as Ahmande concludes the magic from the wand. Appearing directly behind the amazon, the eagle puts its all into flaying skin and flesh from bone.
The eagle continues its vicious assault.
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Ahmande eyes the frozen woman across the room, and suspects that she may not remain so frozen for much longer.
Calling out to the crowd, he draws his bow and takes aim. "That's who runs things around here? See how quickly she crumbles when someone rises to her challenge?" He lets his arrow fly!
It is hard to determine exactly who or what landed the felling blow, but the tall eidolon falls to the ground and slowly dissipates as if if made from ash. Remnants slowly swirl and fade into nothingness. The crowd stands in stunned silence for a moment, then starts to boo and hiss. "What kinda fight wuz thet? Only lasted a few seconds! We spend hard earned coin fer some fun."
Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 4~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura -12/?? hp
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"Ya nots entertaning?!" shouts Durvak to the crowd. "Yas needs death an chaos ter be funnen?!"
Cautiously making his way towards the caster, he shakes his head. "Yas needs ter finds betta ways. Iffen yas seeks violents in yas life, yas o'ly gets violence in deaths. Yas nos needin ter be dis ways. Be's more an dis fer ya. Is ya happy? Me tinks not...ya tink long an 'ard 'ere."
"Yas chats wich Durvak afters an wes kin finds ya better ways ter go in yas days a'ead." he advises the crowd.
"Easy ya crazy pointy-eared freak! No need ta start fires." The crowd seem sufficiently cowed. They may bet on violence, but it is clear they have little spine to partake in it directly.
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Ren moves quickly next to Lura, his weapon ready, not trusting the woman in the least.
"As my fine friend just said, surrender, or else!" he says, barely holding back from shouting.
Gathering his composure, he continues, "As I said before, you have something we seek. Let's adjourn to a more private location and talk, as you must realize you are in a terrible situation to continue fighting us."
The eagle quickly swoops around Sarathor and dives at Lura before Ahmandé can stop it.
Or is that a grin over on the elf's face?
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Ahmandé shrugs as if there was nothing he could do, then dismisses the spell that summoned the eagle; it disappears in a swirl of sparkles and feathers as it returns to the celestial plane.
Ahmandé keeps his bow sighted tightly on Lura. "I can't really add any more at this point; stand down. We have you."
Lura sneers as she spits Sarathor. She takes a step toward Durvak. Just as she is about to cast a spell, Kaya finishes her own arcane assault. The summoner doubles over as peals of laughter erupt uncontrollably. She falls to the ground and starts rolling side to side.
Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 5~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura -15/?? hp {PRONE, laughing 1/3 rounds}
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"She isn't going to listen to us, and she is as wicked as they come. Finish her and then we can search for what we came for." Ren says with a grim face.
I may hate doing this, but it is the only way to protect the innocent from this terrible woman. May Desna forgive me.
He then brings his morning star down with a bloody, wet thump.
The cleric cracks the downed caster skull. Lura's eyes are full of venom as she stares as Ren. Then she sees the blood dripping on to the floor, and thus begins a new bout of hysterical laughter.
Battle in the Pit ~ ROUND 5~ bold may go.
Sarathor
Ahmandé
Kaya
Ren
Durvak
Lura -24/?? hp {PRONE, laughing 1/3 rounds}
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Shaking his head side to side, the dwarves beard swings about violently. "Nos needin ter corpsify 'er. Jess makes 'er stops." he advises.
Studying the woman a moment, he raises his hand high. Looking upward, he calls out "Guides ma Eye-Row-Ree!" and brings the meaty fist down square into her chest.
The team begins to pile on the defenseless caster.
Patrons begin yelling and work themselves into a frenzy. "We knew you could do it. Great job! Kaya notices some of the bar staff start looting the place and run off into the night. After the dust settles, there is a lone human standing behind the bar. He starts to clean up the mess that was left behind. He looks up at you all with a smile, "Well, looks like I may owe you guys a drink, after all, you did just give me a promotion. What can I get ya?"
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"Wine, please! Sorry, I don't know the local vintages. We're close to the Mwangi Expanse, right? Do the Ekujae elves make any good wines like my people up north? Whatever's good, otherwise."
As he approaches the bar, Ahmande sizes up the man, making sure that he trusts him.
Assuming his read is good, he introduces himself. "I'm Ahmande. And you are?" He softens his voice when he gets to the bar, still cautious about who in here might be one of Lura's allies. "Listen, we came to retrieve an item--a poison antidote--from Lura. She's been holding a young boy's health hostage." He looks around at the roughshod establishment, and nods his head in acknowledgement of what Bloodcove is. "I know this place has its ways.... but some things just aren't right. Any thoughts where she might have kept something like that?"
After pouring out a glass of wine for the bard, Weigo replies, "First I've heard of it, but not surprising really. She liked her secrets. Yer welcome to look around. As to them Eh-KOO jay's, ain't never had their wine. You say its pretty good huh?" You get the feeling that many wine bottle labels will be switched in the not too distant future.
After a quick seach, Durvak and Ahmandé find a hidden cabinet and discover what they assume to be the cure you seek. Meanwhile, Kaya finds a few items of note on Luna.
potion of cure light wounds
potion of invisibility
wand of reduce person (9 charges)
+1 chain shirt
masterwork morningstar
As you head back to Senzer, you start to overhear excited talk of 'new arrivals' who took care of things at the Sanguine Pit. You have reason to suspect your disguises may no longer be enough.
Senzer is overjoyed when you hand the cure over, and he promises that information will start flowing again; at least for a weeks. He plans to leave Bloodcove as soon as his son recovers.
You head back over to The Cartahegn and find that Raimondo Scevola has indeed recovered his mule team and has loaded the shipment on the wagons.
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Kaya divies up the loot as best she sees fit.
She hands a small vial of purple colored liquid to Durvak and remarks, "this'll heal you if you get injured." She gives him a well crafted morningstar as well.
She hands another vial to Ren adding, "I think you'll be able to use this best, it can make you undetectable for a short time."
She hands Ahmande a very nicely crafted Chain Shirt, "this is finely made chain mail, magically enhanced. It should even fit your elvish frame."
Looking over at the druid she shrugs, then pulls out a small feather. Handing it him she explains what it does and once he is holding it she gives him the command word.
She looks at everyone and pockets a small bone wand, "I can also make all of us small..." glancing at Croaki and herself she finishes "or really really small. It could help us sneak in somewhere or fit through a tight gap."
Quickly booking it out of bar, Kaya suggests they get outta town as fast as possible.
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Gracefully accepting the potion, Durvak eyes the weapon. "Dis betta dan..." stopping short he smiles at the excitement the woman exudes and nods slowly. "Durvak tank ya fer thoughtlikeness."
Glancing around at the strange looks as they travel through town, he readily agrees. "Me tinks ya be righteous. Wes gun need ter get go'en."
The team departs Bloodcove without anything more than stares, but that could be the last dregs of paranoia. You make your way north out of the Vanji River basin and into the Terwa Uplands.
If anything, the blistering heat of the Garund plains grows more intense away from the coast. The trade routes cut through winding switchbacks, avoiding the marshiest ground and occasionally crossing a shallow river gorge.
As the caravan crests a hill on the edge of a large river gorge, sudden activity silences the ambient jungle noise. Armed guards pile out of the foliage. An ebon-skinned woman strides out alongside them, brushing back her tresses and grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s not mince words, Pathfinders. Give me the key you carry, and I shall let you continue on your way. Refuse, and my men will toss you in the river and you can swim to your destination.” The guards level their crossbows at the team, but have yet to fire.
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"Well, first, I'm wondering who you are, and why you think that we'll just release it to you." Ahmande's hand moves to his bow, making sure that he's ready to whip it out as needed.
"But then I realized that it doesn't matter. Unless you're Ambrus Valsin in disguise--and Valsin just isn't that kind of guy--we're not interested. Pathfinders, defend ourselves!"
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Shaking his head as he realizes they are surrounded. Durvak holds up a hand. "Deary wes been hasen rough day. Whys ya hafta be 'ike dis? Kin wes not jess talk it out? Why's ya botterin us?" he asks.
As a toothy smile spreads across his face, he adds "An wes shud all tells truthy, yeah? Whatcha doin 'ere?" With a flick of his wrist, the cleric casts a spell...