Tika again stops inspiring and babbles
Roylenna begins abusing herself for points of damage.
Artival, realizing he did not trust the newcomer, takes a step backwards, so the traitor couldn't attack him, and fires off his trusty magic missle at the alchemist.
Damage
As the rage leaves her she slumps visibly, but manages to dig deep and lift her heavy blade a few more times in reaction to the demon appearing again in front of her.
Still in the throes of rage she pounces with swift strikes on the reappearing demon.
1d20+17=26
3d6+23=37
1d20+17=25
3d6+23=31
1d20+12=32
3d6+23=35
1d20+12=17
3d6+23=38
Lyria just lies unconscious on the floor, heavily burnt from the rays hitting her and feeling life slowly draining away from herself.
As the fight continues, Lyria's body somehow finds strength to keep breathing, although she remains unconscious.
"Ow"! "Treacherous Devil's Spawn". "That hurt".
Hasted, Mutagen, Spear Attack
Hasted, Mutagen, Spear Attack
Damage
Damage
The fiend is still invisible, but Ka'kara manages to land another two solid blows. It hisses in pain and annoyance. "You've bested me today, warrior lady, but the murder of your companion will forever stain your soul" it whispers before teleporting to safety.
As you eventually rejoin Prince Darnik he is saddened by your failure and even more by Gregori's sad fate. He understands that you are strapped for cash for raising your fallen comrade, and feeling responsible for sending you into that deathtrap, he suggests that you seek out a friend of his, a cleric of Iomedae named Father Elijan and mention his name. He owes Darnik a favor, so he'll raise your friend for free.
The barbarianess' shoulder slump forward as the familiar wall of fatigue that comes after her rage hits her, "Murder my compa....". Only then do her eyes fall to the broken form of Gregori laying in a pool of his own blood, "By the spirits, no!" Her hand immediately goes to rubbing a all too familiar, for Roylenna, tattoo, "Not again..." She then gives her little sister a silent accusatory stare for a moment before looking away and gently picking up Gregori's body.
Her eyes seem distant and dull on the trip back and she either ignores or shakes off all attempts to talk.
Upon reaching Father Elijan, Ka'kara refuses to hear of him doing it for free and insists she pay to have Gregori brought back should his spirit want to do so. She feels it is completely her fault and she should pay the price.
The cleric, regaining consciousness shortly after the battle, shakes her head slowly when she realizes the toll of the fight. She keeps staring at Ka'kara during most of the way back and is torn between wanting to comfort her and being ashamed to do so because of the guilt she feels for letting a friend die.
Eventually, she simply remains silent during the long way back, looking pale from the combined effects of her near-death experience and her emotional reaction to the fight. As soon as the group leaves the dungeon, she pulls up her hood, hiding her face.
Even the diminutive sorceress is quiet as they leave the dungeon. She uses her Heavenly Fire to revive the unconscious cleric, but otherwise, watches her feet, shoulders slumped, as they travel.
The news that someone will be able to revive Gregori, however, perks her back up. There's a spring in her step, even if the mood keeps her mum, as they seek Father Elijan.
Kem continues with the group looking from time to time at the wounds he himself had inflicted,and staying silent.
"Sorry Kem...I don't know exactly what happened back there," Artival says, choosing to address the minor skirmish, rather than the death of one of his companions.
You ride westwards for a couple of days, following Darnik's map. Upon arriving in the village of Westlyn, almost immediately you see that things are amiss. Scorch marks cover the buildings and the grounds, the guardsmen are thin in ranks, their bodies bruised and bandaged, and the locals peer at you with suspicious eyes as you walk past. The bodies of villagers, goblins, half-orcs, ogres and guardsmen lie lined up along the road, their faces covered respectfully with canvas tarpaulins.
From the entrance to the village, you can make out a number of common folk boarding up windows and scrubbing away filth at the local tavern. A small shrine sits at the far end of the village square, and the market area is devoid of activity and the normal commerce that fills a village of this sort.
"My goodness! It looks like they fought a war here!"
"No doubt...I wonder what spurred this confrontation on?"
Near the centre of the village a signpost indicates that the local tavern sports the imaginative name the "Tavern of the Road". The tables in the interior are broken and scarred with arrow marks and burns. The taproom is busy, with certain commoners cleaning up broken bottles.
The halfling innkeeper looks distraught and is reluctant to even speak to you, but can probably be convinced to put you up for the night. After all, the travelers were the ones that saved the inn from the attack.
Lasair:
Tika eagerly asking and taking notes about the attack and the adventurers that saved the town.
The cleric looks with horror at the rows of the dead. "So much death here." Thinking a bit she adds melancholicly "It seems that we bring death with us". After making the necessary arrangements, she joins the villagers in cleaning the mess, trying to chat with them and understand what happened.
Roylenna will follow the cleric's lead, healing those she can with her ray and aiding with her heal skill. And chattering the whole time like they were old friends.
A strikingly beautiful flame-haired woman stands as he hefts a basket filled with broken glass off the floor. As she walks the debris over to the bar, she shakes her head, stopping to give the inn keeper a comforting pat on the shoulder as she sets it down.
Dressed as she is a long flowing dress with a bodice of tooled leather, sleeveles with straps loosely hanging about alabaster shoulders, she is clearly not a barhand, a fact reinforced by the longsword belted across her hips.
Kem Het walks around in a semi-daze. So much activity...and so much sorrow. Who would do such a thing. If these new companions would have him he would travel on with them. The dedication they show to bringing back the soul of one of their own touched him on a deeper level than he expected...still he must make peace with the one most effected by his actions.
"Sorry Kem...I don't know exactly what happened back there," Artival says, choosing to address the minor skirmish, rather than the death of one of his companions.
"It is nothing". "If anything it is I who was at fault". "I should have trusted you"..."I am sorry".
As you stroll towards the temple, you hear the unmistakeable sound of battle. A priest wearing the insignia of Iomedae is trying to stave off a horde of ragged, clearly undead villagers.
Roll for initiative.
Initiative
Roylenna, working to bring comfort to survivors, sees the sorcerer start hustling toward the temple and follows suit.
Lasair notices the newcomers leaving, a definite look of seasoned warriors to them. At the same time, every candle and lantern flame flickered, dancing as if blown by an unseen wind......towards the door....regardless of where they stood in the room.
"Not very subtle are you?" she mutters, grinning ruefully to herself.
As she walks out the door she sees the cleric being assaulted and hastens to come to his aid.
Init
Lyria seems not to notice the threat quickly enough to properly prepare herself.
Initiative
Outside the temple, a priest wearing the insignia of Iomedae (that also decorates the temple itself, is surrounded by five wights, who judging by their clothing are late villagers.
Artival and Kem Het beat their initiatives, so go ahead.
Perception 20:
Perception
Artival's outstretched arm crackles ith energy as he fires off a ray of energy at the closest undead.
Ranged touch for electric substituted scorching ray
Damage
The undead growl as Artival's magic strikes home. Kem hesitates as the undead mob rushes towards you (putting them within 30 feet of you but not quite reaching you).
You are up, all of you.
Kem creates one of his "special" bombs, and laughing maniacally lobs it towards a mass of the undead.
Alkahest Bomb
Acid damage
"Take that" !
Artival fires a Magic Missle at the undead that he struck with his previous spell.
Damage
Lyria channels energy through her holy symbol, raising it and spreading the waves of energy all around to hit the wights.
Not having said another word during this trip the brooding barbarianess stalks along with the party, her flat distant gaze not even flickering to take note of the carnage around her. As we come upon the battle she releases an anguish filled scream of rage and leaps forward into the fray. The spirits that swirl into being around her seem to have a darker quality and writhe in unseen torment as they seek out living foes to kill.
Tika sings to inspire the group and any possible allies
Roylenna will target the least-damaged wight with her Scorching Ray.