Zamanda, in response to Kalem asking her to be ready for a fireball, as soon as she sees His Evilness Davaulus, she points at the middle of the room, attempting to burn Davaulus, the crazy man she doesn't know, and all of their several henchmen. The aasimar’s ball of fire explodes in the center of the room, engulfing all of its inhabitants.
Rolth looks mostly unharmed by Zamanda’s spell, but Davaulus looks worse for wear. Neither of the physicians look injured at all. Most of the cultists appear to have been seared by the bard’s spell as well.
The vats themselves still look intact after the blast, though their shells are blackened and flames now rise from their open tops.
Rolth, still grinning, says, “Now that wasn’t very nice, young lady. I’ll have to be sure to dissect your hands first. I’m sure their magical properties will be intriguing." He then casts a spell at Zamanda, but she resists it entirely.
Davaulus shouts at the rest of his allies in the room, “Slay these intruders, that you may honor she whom you worship. Slay them and glory in their deaths.” The cultists, physicians, Rolth, and even Davaulus himself look a bit more courageous after his brief oration. The doctor continues saying the occasional morbid quip every few seconds.
Blue Physician moves forward and attempts to whack Kalem with his club. He connects, but barely does any damage after the bloodrager’s damage reduction.
Red Physician moves up and tries to hit Bashiel, but isn’t as successful.
Blue Cultist moves forward, readying to strike anyone who gets past the physicians.
Red Cultist also moves forward and readies a strike.
Yellow Cultist dips his scythe into the vat below him before moving toward you, his weapon now flaming and dripping with the vat’s foul concoction.
Green Cultist, Grey Cultist, and Pink Cultist do likewise.
Round 1
Kalem shrugged off the blow and then swung back, pulverizing the foe. The physicians weren’t the danger, it was the other combatants. With their scythes. He prepared to defend against it...
Zamanda eyes Davaulus, but decides to shoot at closer enemies for a safer shot. There was time for Davaulus.
Angry, and with a touch of her fireball magic still swirling in her brain, she wonders if she can deliver a spell using her bow. She decides to try. She casts scorching ray, and then attempts to deliver it with an arrow at Red Physician:
(fire damage)
It seems to work, and she smiles at Davaulus, hoping she can do the same to him soon.
Bashiel calls out to the two vile men ahead. "Davaulus, Lamm, you bastards have gone unchecked far too long. By my blade I'll strike you down. And may Կենդանի Տերը կստանա ձեր երկրորդ հնարավորությունը, եթե արժե նրանց!" Full of righteous anger as he is, and with his mind filled with a clamor of ancestral calls to action, Bashiel's speech cuts between modern common and Ancient Osiriani. As he invokes his god's name, his blade flashes with green-gold light in recognition.
He turns his attention to the small fry in the front, advancing into them with powerful swing of his longsword.
Ilsa delays.
Kalem shrugged off the blow and then swung back, pulverizing the foe. The physicians weren’t the danger, it was the other combatants. With their scythes. He prepared to defend against it even as the blue physician fell dead to the ground.
Bashiel calls out to the two vile men ahead. "Davaulus, Lamm, you bastards have gone unchecked far too long. By my blade I'll strike you down. And may Կենդանի Տերը կստանա ձեր երկրորդ հնարավորությունը, եթե արժե նրանց!" Full of righteous anger as he is, and with his mind filled with a clamor of ancestral calls to action, Bashiel's speech cuts between modern common and Ancient Osiriani. As he invokes his god's name, his blade flashes with green-gold light in recognition.
He turns his attention to the small fry in the front, advancing into them with powerful swing of his longsword. While his blade strikes true, it takes both swings to bring down the red physician.
Bashiel then steps forward, triggering the blue cultist’s readied attack. The cultist’s scythe cuts into Bashiel’s arm.
Ilsa comes off delay and takes a step forward. She also reserves her ire for the defiant Rolth. Her gaze bores into him.
"So be it!" she yells back.
She wills him to break into a fit of bizarre, uncontrollable babbling. Primarily, to shut him up. But his toothy grin remains.
Zamanda eyes Davaulus, but decides to shoot at closer enemies for a safer shot. There was time for Davaulus. Angry, and with a touch of her fireball magic still swirling in her brain, she wonders if she can deliver a spell using her bow. She decides to try. She casts scorching ray, and then attempts to deliver it with an arrow at the red cultist. She finds them harder to hit than the physicians were and her arrow misses.
Rolth, continuing to grin, shakes his head at Ilsa. “Now, now, now. That’s not very nice either. I’ll be hard pressed to decide which of you two young ladies’ hands I want to dissect first.”
“And you,” Rolth says, pointing at Bashiel. “You need to calm down.” Then the necromancer casts a spell at the paladin.
Bashiel suddenly feels weaker as the spell strikes him, all his skills somehow reduced.
Davaulus continues giving his morbid but inspirational quips and also casts a spell at Kalem. The tiefling shrugs off whatever effects the doctor had intended.
Blue Physician is dead.
Red Physician is dead.
Blue Cultist takes a step forward and swings his scythe at Kalem, but misses.
Red Cultist swings his own scythe at the weakened Bashiel, but also misses.
Yellow, Green, Grey, and Pink Cultists all move forward to be in better positions to strike.
This wasn’t good! They were attacking through a wall of idiotically suicidal cultists. Kalem took the head off another. Bit by bit he’d fight his way through...
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Ilsa scowls as Lamm shrugs off her spell. She could feel a diminishment of her mental powers, and knew she wouldn't be able to cast that spell again.
I'll come for you later!
Remaining determined but switching tactics, she turns her gaze to Davaulus. She could feel waves of fear welling up inside her. Rather than giving in, she pushes them out toward the enemy.
Bashiel glares at the two ringleaders as more of their sycophants crowd in to block the way forward. "You can't hide behind your followers forever!" "And you!" He turns his attention to the cultist followers "May Osiris grant you mercy in your next life."
He brings his longsword against blue if he's still up, then red. If both are down, he instead readies to attack the next cultist that approaches.
Zamanda begins to summon a swarm of bats.
Kalem took the head off another. Bit by bit he’d fight his way through… The blue cultist falls.
Bashiel brings his longsword against red, ending another cultist’s threat.
Ilsa, remaining determined but switching tactics, turns her gaze to Davaulus. She could feel waves of fear welling up inside her. Rather than giving in, she pushes them out toward the enemy. Davaulus and the yellow cultist seem unaffected by the mesmerist’s spell, but the green cultist looks ready to flee in terror.
Zamanda begins to summon a swarm of bats.
Rolth growls through gritted teeth as he observes the situation unfolding from his perch above. Pointing at Bashiel again, he says, “You still need to calm down. I won’t have you making a mess of these operations.”
Davaulus draws his rapier as he moves toward Bashiel, saying as he goes, “Twice now you have tried and failed to affect me with your pitiful magic. Perhaps it’s time for you to realize the futility of your actions. Korvosa is already plagued. Those who need to die, will die. All you’re ensuring is that there will be four additional victims.”
The Doctor stabs at Bashiel, but his blow bounces harmlessly off the paladin’s armor.
Blue Cultist is dead.
Red Cultist is dead.
Yellow Cultist advances and swings his scythe at Bashiel, but the paladin’s defenses once again prove to be impregnable.
Green Cultist drops his scythe and lets out an undignified scream before running as fast as he can away from Ilsa.
Grey Cultist moves forward and readies an attack for the first enemy to get in range.
Pink Cultist does likewise.
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Kalem stepped forward, and seeing the doctor, swung his hammer. It ignited with flames as he did so. All of the foes were targeting Bashiel. He would teach them the folly of ignoring him. Though, he decided that he’d need some new armor soon. He didn’t think his chain shirt would cut it if they targeted him like they did the paladin.
Zamanda continues to concentrate on the swarm as it appears.
"Enough, you madman!" Bashiel focuses his words, and his fury, against the 'Doctor'. As he swings, his longsword trails green-gold light. A great flare of light bursts forth as his blow falls upon Davaulus.
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Ilsa knew her spell didn't work as well as it should have because she still retained some of the fear within herself. Still, she knew she could rely on her companions to push forward.
Continuing to focus her powers on bringing down Davaulus, she tries to block his mind from accessing his abilities.
This ability replaces the 3rd- and 14th-level touch treatments.
Kalem stepped forward, and seeing the doctor, he swung his hammer. It ignited with flames as he did so. All of the foes were targeting Bashiel. He would teach them the folly of ignoring him. Though, he decided that he’d need some new armor soon. He didn’t think his chain shirt would cut it if they targeted him like they did the paladin. His hammer smashes into Davaulus’s side, but the doctor remains upright. The tiefling’s second strike is less successful and can’t make it through the cultist’s armor.
Bashiel says, "Enough, you madman!" as he focuses his words, and his fury, against the 'Doctor'. As he swings, his longsword trails green-gold light. A great flare of light bursts forth as his blow falls upon Davaulus. The paladin’s first blow is dealt with holy fervor, his longsword slicing through Davaulus’s armor and opening the doctor from left to right. A second blow isn’t needed.
As the doctor begins to fall to the ground, you can hear him whisper, “...in his name…”
Ilsa knew her spell didn't work as well as it should have because she still retained some of the fear within herself. Still, she knew she could rely on her companions to push forward.
Before Davaulus’s body actually has a chance to fall over, Ilsa’s stare rouses him back to temporary unlife. He stands upright and sways back and forth in place, not unlike the zombie Ilsa had somehow controlled before.
Zamanda continues to concentrate on the swarm as it appears. The bats proves to be quite effective as Rolth suddenly grabs his stomach in pain.
Rolth is hunched over as the bats surround him. “Accursed bats! I think I’ve determined which one of you I’ll start dissecting first,” Rolth says, directing the comment at Zamanda.
The necromancer hobbles out of proximity of the swarm before retreating along the catwalk.
Davaulus sways in place. To the casual observer, it’s not clear how he’s still standing, considering that half his guts are now strewn on the floor from Bashiel’s blow.
Yellow Cultist slashes at Kalem, but misses. He then takes a step back to make room for another cultist.
Green Cultist opens one of the doors on the other side of the room and continues fleeing.
Grey Cultist steps forward and slashes at Kalem as well, but also misses.
Pink Cultist, unable to get in range, tries to cast a spell on Bashiel, but the paladin resists it.
Kalem stared in horror and fascination at the zombie doctor. But then Rolth, obviously worse for wear, began to hobble away. ”Oh no you don’t!” he muttered as he ducked beneath a scythe and took off after him. ”Zombie the gap! He’s not getting away.” Kalem sprinted. Scenes of the manor and the torture above fresh in his mind. The bastard wasn’t getting away so easily. He just hoped that Ilsa could control the zombie doctor well enough to fill in his place at the doorway.
Zamanda still continues to concentrate on the swarm spell, though it is all she can do to keep them cohesive as they start flying in more than one direction. The bats finally move as a group to the west and begin to snack on the pink cultist.
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Ilsa watches as the dead doctor remains on his feet. She mentally directs him to turn on his fellows and attack them.
There is great fear in me--but I'm going to push it outward. They want me to be scared of dissection? I will not fear them--they will fear ME!
Ilsa steps into the breach created by Kalem. Along with her mirror images, her hands abruptly transform into deathly claws, with rotting flesh hanging off and long black fingernails. Another image of Ilsa appears behind the gray enemy, and she rakes at him with both claws.
With Davaulus disemboweled, Bashiel turns his attention on the still living cultists trying to assault Ilsa. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the doctor standing- and curiously enough turning upon their foes- but it doesn't yet register in the heat of battle. He unleashes another pair of strikes on the grey cultist, advancing to strike yellow if the grey one falls.
He spares a glance towards the south, where Kalem is running Rolth down.
Kalem stared in horror and fascination at the zombie doctor. But then Rolth, obviously worse for wear, began to hobble away. “Oh no you don’t!” he muttered as he ducked beneath a scythe and took off after him. “Zombie the gap! He’s not getting away.” Kalem sprinted. Scenes of the manor and the torture above fresh in his mind. The bastard wasn’t getting away so easily. He just hoped that Ilsa could control the zombie doctor well enough to fill in his place at the doorway.
Bashiel, with Davaulus disemboweled, turns his attention on the still living cultists trying to assault Ilsa. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the doctor standing - and curiously enough turning upon their foes- but it doesn't yet register in the heat of battle. He unleashes another pair of strikes on the grey cultist, advancing to strike yellow if the grey one falls. He cuts down the grey cultist, but after advancing on the yellow cultist, his second strike misses.
Ilsa watches as the dead doctor remains on his feet. She mentally directs him to turn on his fellows and attack them.
Ilsa steps into the breach created by Kalem. Along with her mirror images, her hands abruptly transform into deathly claws, with rotting flesh hanging off and long black fingernails. Another image of Ilsa appears behind the gray enemy, and she rakes at him with both claws. Her first claw scrapes along the side of the yellow cultist’s head, but her second misses. The man looks badly injured, but is still standing.
Zamanda still continues to concentrate on the swarm spell, though it is all she can do to keep them cohesive as they start flying in more than one direction. The bats finally move as a group to the west and begin to snack on the pink cultist.
The swarm engulfs the pink cultist, scratching and biting at him.
Rolth grins at Kalem. “I didn’t intend to kill you first, but since you seem to be so eager, I’m willing to make a change of plans.”
Lamm takes a step back before sending a spell in Kalem’s direction. Two fiery rays jet toward the tiefling, but only one finds its mark. Even still, Kalem resists some of the effects.
Davaulus turns toward the pink cultist and stabs at the man twice with his rapier.
The pink cultist falls to the ground dead, a look of shock still plastered on his face.
Yellow Cultist swings his scythe at Bashiel, but fails to penetrate the paladin’s defenses.
Green Cultist is nowhere to be seen, but is presumably still running away in fright.
Grey Cultist is dead.
Pink Cultist is dead.
Kalem walked through the flames, his eyes mirroring the attack against him. ”You talk too much.” His hammer went out in a figure eight, as he attempted to crush the wizard.
Zamanda stops concentrating on the bats when she sees so many people go down or move, and she realizes that they are about to attack Bashiel.
Bash! Move away from the bats! I can't control them! They'll go for whoever is closest!
Zamanda realizes that she had better get away from the bats as well, in case they lose the rest of their prey and go on the move again, and so she double moves up onto the catwalk.
With the danger presented by the cultists rapidly fading, Bashiel notices the corpse of Davaulus, standing victorious over another cultist. He pauses, uncomprehending. The Doctor was dead, right? Was this one of Ilsa's apparitions? He takes a hesitant step towards the Doctor, sword rising. Better to be completely sure it isn't some Urgathoan trick.
Zamanda's shout interrupts his thought process and he turns his attention to the more immediate threat of deadly bats. He steps past the remaining cultist without much concern and heads for the northern catwalk.
Kalem walked through the flames, his eyes mirroring the attack against him. “You talk too much.” His hammer went out in a figure eight, as he attempted to crush the wizard. Both blows slam into the necromancer’s body, but the man proves to be surprisingly resilient. Not all of the damage even seems to directly injure him.
“Bash! Move away from the bats! I can't control them! They'll go for whoever is closest!” Zamanda shouts.
Bashiel, with the danger presented by the cultists rapidly fading, notices the corpse of Davaulus, standing victorious over another cultist. He pauses, uncomprehending. The Doctor was dead, right? Was this one of Ilsa's apparitions? He takes a hesitant step towards the Doctor, sword rising. Better to be completely sure it isn't some Urgathoan trick.
Zamanda's shout interrupts his thought process and he turns his attention to the more immediate threat of deadly bats. He steps past the remaining cultist without much concern and heads for the northern catwalk. The yellow cultist swings his scythe at Bashiel as he passes, but only strikes air.
Ilsa, seeing things in hand at the doorway, changes her focus to Rolth and Kalem on the catwalk.
She wills the dead Devaulus toward his former ally, and Ilsa follows in his wake.
Zamanda realizes that she had better get away from the bats as well, in case they lose the rest of their prey and go on the move again, and so she double moves up onto the catwalk.
The bats swarm the yellow cultist, biting and scratching him. He falls to the ground and lies still.
Rolth shakes his head at Kalem. “What are you even doing with all these folks? Don’t you think you belong with us? You would fit right in! You could actually make a name for yourself, too. Such wasted talent.”
He glances over at Ilsa and Davaulus and a somehow even more wicked grin bursts onto his face. “How lovely! You three can die together.”
Then the necromancer focuses on casting a spell, even in such close proximity to the bloodrager. A surge of crackling lightning surges forward from the wizard’s hands. It arcs and zips from Kalem, to Davaulus, and to Ilsa. Shockingly, Davaulus doesn’t seem affected at all. Ilsa and Kalem take the full force of the lightning. Even though Kalem seems to have some innate resistance, he still takes a hefty blow.
Rolth then takes a step to the side.
Davaulus moves at Ilsa’s behest, then sways in place.
Yellow Cultist is dead.
Green Cultist is headed for Tian Xia.
Kalem grunted in pain, his first swing being interrupted by the arcing lightning. But he was resilient enough to stay on his feet for a second, and much more accurate, attempt. He didn’t match the banter, as his teeth wouldn’t stop tingling.
With his heavy armor and fatigue weighing him down, and his alarm at Davaulus still moving around distracting him, Bashiel isn't able to close the distance on Rolth. Instead, he drops his longsword and advances eastward while drawing a javelin. Uttering a prayer to Osiris, he throws the seldom-used weapon at the foul necromancer.
'I suppose that's why I rarely use them.'
Zamanda watches the bats come for her, unable to move quickly enough to avoid being bitten. However, she is about to move away after they settle in, since they are unable to get moving again for a few seconds.
After Zamanda moves away from the bats, she carefully aims at the strangely antagonistic guy, and shoots.
(rapid shot)
Kalem delays.
Bashiel, with his heavy armor and fatigue weighing him down, and his alarm at Davaulus still moving around distracting him, isn't able to close the distance on Rolth. Instead, he drops his longsword and advances eastward while drawing a javelin. Uttering a prayer to Osiris, he throws the seldom-used weapon at the foul necromancer. Rolth dodges out of the way.
Ilsa, as she feels the connection with Davaulus dissipating, sends him one last time to attack Rolth.
Ilsa focuses her mind on keeping Rolth from accessing his powers, but he resists her spell.
Davaulus moves forward at Ilsa’s command and stabs at Rolth with his rapier, but misses.
The unliving doctor drops his rapier as his strength begins to fade. He slows turns his face toward Ilsa and one of his arms stretches towards her as his mouth yawns open. Then he collapses, truly and completely dead.
Kalem grunted in pain, his first swing being interrupted by the arcing lightning. But he was resilient enough to stay on his feet for a second, and much more accurate, attempt. He didn’t match the banter, as his teeth wouldn’t stop tingling. The bloodrager’s second blow smashes into Rolth’s hip and the man actually yelps from the pain.
Zamanda watches the bats come for her, unable to move quickly enough to avoid being bitten. However, she is about to move away after they settle in, since they are unable to get moving again for a few seconds.
After Zamanda moves away from the bats, she carefully aims at the strangely antagonistic guy, and shoots. Only her first arrow lands, piercing his thigh.
Rolth takes a step away from Kalem once more. The necromancer is in bad shape. He’s bleeding from multiple places and an arrow is sticking out of his thigh.
Shaking his head, Rolth says, “No, no, no. This won’t be the end of my story. It can’t be. So many more tapestries to make, so many more experiments to undertake.”
The man actually growls at you before beginning to cast another spell. Even as he does so, he says, “Your foolhardiness will ensure your doom. The others here will see to your deaths and I will revel in them. Do try to suffer a bit more first.”
Then Rolth vanishes. The room grows silent. You are, for now, alone.
"Damn! Kalem, where did he go?" Bashiel steps back and retrieves his longsword from where he dropped it, then holds it warily at the ready.
Zamanda tries to ascertain what spell was cast.
Who was that guy, anyway? He was nasty. ... At least we got Davaulus.
Zamanda starts looting the bodies.
Zamanda recognizes that Rolth cast Dimension Door.
"Rolth Lamm..." Bashiel squares his jaw as he answers Zamanda "Son of Gaedren Lamm and possibly the ringleader behind all this - plague included. We may have gotten Davaulus, but Rolth getting away is worse by far."
Zamanda searches the bodies and comes up with quite a few items.
On the physicians and cultists she finds:
2 Leather Armor
2 Masterwork Clubs
Plaguebringer’s Mask x2
Healer’s kit x2
5 identical magical breastplates
5 identical magical scythes
A couple identical keys
Silver Unholy Symbol of Urgathoa x5
20 magical potions which all appear to be identical
On Doctor Davaulus himself, she finds:
A magical potion
A magical flask labeled “elixir of true healing”
A magical mithral chain shirt
A magical rapier
A magical amulet
A button key that appears to be the same size as the empty slot on the cargo lift
700 gp
Both doors to the south (from left to right) open into a storage room and an unfinished room. Nothing of note lies within either.
”You’re right. He couldn’t have gone far. Wait...what’s that by you’re arm? Ah...a secret door. Well, hopefully he hasn’t gone far. And this may take us to him. May.”
Zamanda pockets the keys and makes sure they gather the rest of the stuff, and then tries each of the keys that they found in an attempt to unlock the secret door that Ilsa and Kalem found.
If none of them fit, then she tries to pick it open:
I know we don't have time for this currently in game, but wanted to roll here so I don't forget later.
The breastplates are all +1 Breastplates
The scythes are all +1 Scythes
The 20 potions are all potions of Cure Light Wounds
The magical potion is a potion of Remove Disease
The “elixir of true healing” is actually a Flask of Curses
The magical amulet is an Amulet of Natural Armor +1
Zamanda isn’t able to identify the magical mithral chain shirt or the magical rapier.
The bard finds that the door is surprisingly easy to unlock.