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Ranalus moves forward and provides guidance to Crios, Kuriq hits with 2 arrows, the second one is impressively precise, but doesn't do the damage you would expect. Reavis moves into position, as Anduris joins the fight but his mighty greatsword blow misses the mark.
Crios misses his first attack, but his second shot breaks the clockwork solider, gears and metal spray throughout the room. Kivuli readies should the clockwork attack him.
The remaining clockwork steps forward to attack Kivuli. Who is ready and drives his blade quickly into the solider. Who then retaliates against Kivuli slicing him twice with his halberd, dropping the wayang
Round 2
MAP
Crios
Kivuli 39 dmg - down
Clockwork, Black 76 dmg - down
Clockwork, Grey 48 dmg
Ranalus
Kuriq
Reavis
Anduris
Round 3
Crios
Kivuli
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Ranalus hustles to Kivuli's aid. Kuriq casts guidance on Crios. As Reavis launches a bomb nailing the construct very precisely. Anduris takes a swing and a miss. Already badly damaged from the bomb, Crios delivers the final blow, as gears and sprockets shower the room. The clockwork breaks apart.
Kivuli's stabilizes and lays unconscious on the floor.
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With Kivuli back upright, you look around and see other teams of Pathfinders dealing with more of Nigel's guardians, they all seem to have things well in hand, so you decide to make for the third floor where Nigel's office is. You sneak up the stairs only so find the door sealed with magical energies of all sorts. Even with your considerable arcane and trap disabling knowledge you have no idea where to start.
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After a loud crack and a ripple of arcane energy, silence falls across the museum as the construct guards freeze in place and haunted relics drop to the ground. Nigel’s voice rings out, magically projected throughout the museum: “We’ve disabled the magical security measures. Since we haven’t found the thieves yet, they must be hiding in my third-story study. Please subdue them; they have much to answer for!”
Nigel Aldain’s announcement echoes through a museum littered with shattered clockwork and toppled exhibits. There’s no question that the Pathfinders have quelled the building’s defenses, and perhaps the peaceful silence will set whoever hides on the third floor at ease.
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The mahogany walls and domed, plaster ceiling both show signs of heavy damage. Most of the luxurious furniture and the crystal chandelier are intact. The contents of cabinets and bookcases lie strewn about the floor. A small wooden panel near the door hangs open, revealing an arcane sigil covered in scorch marks.
A Kellid woman dressed in furs with intricate scars all over her body steps forward. She holds a hand up and says,
“Stay back. We are members of the Twinhorn following, and we have only come to retrieve what was stolen from us.”
A towering figure steps forward; his translucent red form is that of a man clad in heavy armor and wielding twin warhammers.
“Medda, they must be in league with the thieves; they should die for crossing us.” The man’s voice sounds hollow and unnaturally loud, and as he speaks, the chandelier glows with a dull light.
The woman, Medda, puts a hand on the figure’s arm and says, “Maybe we should give them a chance to explain themselves, Anok.”
Two other Kellid warriors eye you suspiciously.
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Crios smiles pleasantly and holds up his empty hands, his staff dropped at his feet. He faces the Twinhorns and nods to each of them in turn, "Medda and Anok, my name is Crios. First, are either of you hurt and in need of healing? Second, you say you are here to retrieve an item that was stolen from you. Perhaps we can help with that matter as well. You seem very reasonable and my friends and I only seek an honorable resolution for all. Now tell me more of the thieves you seek and the item that was stolen from you..." He stands relaxed and patient as he waits for a response.
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Kuriq storms in, and in turn moves over Kivuli and Crios looking a little unpleased. "Your accusations are uncalled and unsubstantiated." He tells, wielding his own weapon in light of Anok's possible threat.
"The way I see it, it is you who trespass and hold on to stolen good! It is you who need to explain yourselves to us." As his question closes a small fire flickers his eyes as stands impatiently awaiting an answer.
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Addressing Kivuli first, Medda responds with forced calm unsure of the wayangs intentions, “We are from the northern lands—the Realm of the Mammoth Lords to you southerners. Our following, or tribe, has been searching for our stolen heritage for months.”
Then to Crios, Medda responds, “Healing we do not need. These Blakros people stole our most precious heirloom.” Medda retrieves a bundle of bloody bandages, then unwraps it to reveal a dagger hilt with only the fragment of a black blade. “It belonged to Ivvora, a champion of Vildeis who vanquished the great black evil from our land over 900 years ago. We kept it safe until the Blakros agents stole it three months ago.” She seems willing to talk with Aasimar.
The hard woman also seems to appreciate the inquisitors straight forward approach, "Uncalled and unsubstantiated you say, here is the hilt, it belongs to the following. It is bound to me.” She grasps the hilt tightly, then her eyes begin to glow with a brilliant white light as her scars begin to seep thin rivulets of blood. “Does this show who the true thieves are?
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Kuriq backs down but keeps guard. He is silent momentarily but continues in a much more casual manner but still somewhat judgemental. "Your words have some truth to them it seems, but you have clearly cause destruction in your path. Innocents could have been killed."
Pausing, he eyes between the two strangers in the room, the group, and then shrugs. As if unclear if to trust the pair.
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"No it doesn't actually. Does it show the rightful owner? It certainly seems to be evidence of something, but ownership? Possibly." Crios says with genuine thought.
Coming to another point he continues, "As for showing who the true thieves are, it does nothing of the sort. There may well be someone posing as Blackrose agents, and perhaps they are the true thieves, or perhaps it is one of several other possibilities that come to mind."
Not one to let things fester, he quickly carries on to the next important discussion point, "As I said, I believe you to be reasonable, and from the sounds of things you are also quite passionate about the theft of your heirloom. It is because of this that I am inclined to believe you are the rightful owner, and we as pathfinders, would like to help you reclaim the dagger of Ivvora."
He lets that register before he turns to a slightly different point, "I believe there is more at work here than either of our groups thought at first. May I ask, how did you come to be here and how did you find the wards when you arrived?"
"Kuriq, perhaps they were merely dealing with what threatened them, much like we were, and the real culprit is still present."
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Anduris steps forward brushing his hands down the front of slightly soiled chain shirt.
"Ahh mam, if'n ya don't mind me help I may be able to read that item there yer hold'en. It's something of a specialty o'mine. It may tell us what important thing happened to it in the past or who could have hands on it as well. If yer interested I would need to hold it for a minute or so. It may straighten things right up.'
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The translucent red form, Anok, responds to Kuriq, “When the metal men attacked us, Ivvora’s spirit called through the hilt to her allies’ armaments. She protects us, even now.”
As Crios reasons things out, Anok responds in his deep and hollow voice, “They came into our camp, the Blakros agents, asking about Ivvora. Medda gave them shelter and told Ivvora’s story, but we would not part with the hilt. The next morning the hilt and the Blakros agents were gone. We tracked it here, to this building.”
Medda chimes in, "We approached peacefully and ask for it to be returned, but that Nigel man refused. He said he did not honor ‘seller’s remorse.’ But they were thieves in the night, there was no deal. We returned and the metal men attacked us.”
Anduris's request is met with resistance, Medda opens her mouth to answer, but Anok steps forward defensively and proudly announces, “She is the guardian of Ivvora’s hilt, passed from keeper to keeper for generations—or for her, from parent to child. She is the first evening’s daughter in decades,” he boasts, earning him a withering look from Medda before he adds, “And it is she who can sense and wield the hilt’s power properly.”
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Ranalus has a thought about Anok.
ANOK THE VENGEFUL is indeed a phantom.
Turning to Reavis, Medda states We can describe them, but we only have our oral traditions to prove our claim. But we will talk to Nigel again and state our case.
The Kellids begin to gather their gear to depart, the chandelier begins to shake violently and then crashes to the ground. Suddenly a fiendish devil manifests atop the wreckage, armored like an infernal knight upon some monstrous steed, this fiend of iron and nails scuttles upon six bladed, beetle-like legs.
Medda calls out, What is this, we must fight this together. Anok help them. You two stay back, I will not lose anyone else!
WARMONGER DEVIL
For every 5 that you beat the DC, you may ask for one piece of information from this list.
Initiative
Round 1
MAP
Anduris
Devil
Crios
Kuriq
Kivuli
Medda
Reavis
Anok
Ranalus
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Crios ponders everything that was said, then asks questions related to each piece of information...
The translucent red form, Anok, responds to Kuriq, “When the metal men attacked us, Ivvora’s spirit called through the hilt to her allies’ armaments. She protects us, even now.”
"When this happened, what exactly did the call do? What does calling to her allies' armaments mean?" he says with genuine interest.
As Crios reasons things out, Anok responds in his deep and hollow voice, “They came into our camp, the Blakros agents, asking about Ivvora. Medda gave them shelter and told Ivvora’s story, but we would not part with the hilt. The next morning the hilt and the Blakros agents were gone. We tracked it here, to this building.”
His fingers stroke his chin as though deep in thought. One finger taps his lips as he asks, "Was Nigel among the agents that took shelter with you and then absconded the next morning? Can you give us a description of those men?"
Medda chimes in, "We approached peacefully and ask for it to be returned, but that Nigel man refused. He said he did not honor ‘seller’s remorse.’ But they were thieves in the night, there was no deal. We returned and the metal men attacked us.”
"When did this first meeting with 'Nigel" take place? Can you describe the man you know as 'Nigel'? When you returned and the metal men attacked, were there any other signs of a break in then? How did you get past some of the wards and then activate others behind your selves, if in fact you did, which may not be the case?
Anduris's request is met with resistance, Medda opens her mouth to answer, but Anok steps forward defensively and proudly announces, [b]“She is the guardian of Ivvora’s hilt, passed from keeper to keeper for generations—or for her, from parent to child. She is the first evening’s daughter in decades,”
he boasts, earning him a withering look from Medda before he adds, “And it is she who can sense and wield the hilt’s power properly.”
Quizzically, Crios probes further, "Evening’s daughter? Forgive our ignorance, but what exactly is an evening's daughter? I gather from the context that an evening's daughter is extremely special, given that there hasn't been one for decades. It is our honor to meet one such as you Medda. And thank you Anok for informing us of this honor."
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Warmonger Devils are also know as Levalochs
Special Attacks -
Merciless blow - Any trident attack a levaloch makes against
entangled creatures deals an extra damage.
Trample - As a full-round action, a creature with the trample ability can attempt to overrun any creature that is at least one size category Smaller than itself. This works just like the overrun combat maneuver, but the trampling creature does not need to make a check, it merely has to move over opponents in its path. Targets of a trample take an amount of damage equal to the trampling creature’s slam damage + 1-1/2 times its Str modifier. Targets of a trample can make an attack of opportunity, but at a –4 penalty. If targets forgo an attack of opportunity, they can attempt to avoid the trampling creature and receive a Reflex save to take half damage. A trampling creature can only deal trampling damage to each target once per round, no matter how many times its movement takes it over a target creature.
Weaknesses/vulnerabilities - none
Anduris enhances Kivuli's weapon. As, the devil eyes the room greedily, Xe mijy kyyl kaflv myry oar zaa dalq! nas haf sudd idd eih zmy eruty oar oaaduwmdh dyzzulq py oryy iz diwz.
I have been bound here for too long! Now you will all pay the price for foolishly letting me free at last.
He then attacks Kivuli with two quick trident thrusts, the first piercing the wayang, but he avoids the return strike. While, attacking the phantom, Anok, with it's razor sharp legs, but the strikes miss the elusive warrior of old.
Round 1
MAP
Anduris
Devil
Crios
Kuriq
Kivuli 12 damage
Medda
Reavis
Anok
Ranalus
Round 2
Anduris
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"Holy weapons if you have them! Or electricity!"
Ranalus draws his bow and one of his special (chronicle boon) +1 Keen arrows and fires.
If your target (or the part of your target you're aiming at, if it's a big target) is at least 10 feet away from the nearest friendly character, you can avoid the –4 penalty, even if the creature you're aiming at is engaged in melee with a friendly character.
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The wayang carefully slides to his left before responding to the demon verbally and with his blade.
"Upi qtrgrt frsyj yp vpmgomzrmy? upi eoaa gomf id zptr yjsm eoaamh yp sofr upi om yjsy trhstf!!"
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Kuriq bestows the Dawnflower's blessing on the party. Kivuli scores a strong hit on the devil. Medda and the Twinhorn warrior all take steps backward. Medda casts a spell.
Shield cast on the phantom.
Reavis finds hit hard not to hit the massive armored devil, the frost bomb damages the devil, but doesn't do as much as Reavis would have expected.
Anok steps forward slamming the devil, the old warrior feels blessed by Sarenra, as the devil is unable to avoid either of his slams.
Then Ranalus critically damage's the devil with a precise arrow which finds an exposed piece of the creatures neck.
Round 1
MAP
Anduris
Devil 70 dmg
Crios
Kuriq
Kivuli 12 dmg
Medda
Reavis
Anok
Ranalus
Round 2
Anduris