Mugambi press on his attack but the miasma seens to cloud his vision.
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 20/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 20] [Touch 16] [FF 18] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 17 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2 (4d6 elect)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
used the pearl of power for the day
Iolana presses on against the nearest foe, the ghoul surrounded by Gorba and Fleet, since the incoming waves make her current target harder to hit.
But since she must be careful not to harm the strange man's companions she misses the ghouls by few inches.
The ghoul advances on Iolana again... awkwardly wading toward the shallower water.
The other ghoul claws and bites... barely hanging on..
It manages to catch both Fleek and Garborn with its flailing wild claw strikes.
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Gatherine was engaged in a frenetic dance with the black dagger-- ducking and weaving while swiping at it with Sneezy Dragon ineffectually.It dogged her like a persistent hornet,jabbing at her head,neck,and shoulders.
Already smarting from her previous nicks from the floating knife,she made a frustrated noise.Chanting,she repeated her earlier mantra and shot flame at the miasma.
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With this blast of flame, the darkness around the priestess burns completely away.
She herself looks much like the ghouls, but with a pale greenish hue to her skin. A simple frock hangs loosely from her withered frame. Around one wrist is a coiled snake... around her waist is another. Searching eyes within the scaly skin of her belt, squirm around her waist. The serpent around her wrist slithers to her fist, and straightens its tail along her palm... protruding through her closed fist like a cestus.
She lifts her empty hand as before, but with more desperation... ready to mend dead flesh again as Syndlara prepares to strike...
"Back to the grave with you, foul thing!"
Still in the steps of her sword-dance, Syndlara weaves her blade through the air as she twirls to face away from the miasma-woman. She arches her back until one hand is resting on the cavern floor, then kicks her feet up into a back walkover, past the miasma-priestess and blocking her means of escape. Stepping forward, she continues weaving her blade, cutting at the woman's back with force that belies the finesse of her swordsmanship.
After slugged by Gorba and shredded by Fleek, the surrounded ghoul falls into the water in torn lifeless chunks.
Syndlara does cut into the hunched and knobby spine of the priestess, but fails to bring her down.
"ANCIENT POWER... HEAL DEAD FLESH!!"
The black smoky tendrils flare out from her again, but do not reach her ghouls in time... Iolana's foe falls splashing into the water before the priestess finishes her desperate words...
Her black floating dagger darts at Gatherine again, but misses the dwarf maid.
Confident that he's shown himself to be the superior male, Truk looks for a new challenger.
Now with a clear target Mugambi bashes the priestess's head with his morningstar.
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As the darkness around the priestess disperses completely, her eyes lock on the half-orc posturing in the center of the chamber. Mugambi's morningstar cracks against the side of her skull. She lets her head loll with the blow, but maintains her gaze. If she weren't a zombie, you might think she was "checking him out" by her leering look...
"You... shall replace-sss Dignin by my sss-side... as-sss my pet."
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 20/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 20] [Touch 16] [FF 18] Dodge feat already included
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 17 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2 (4d6 elect)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
used the pearl of power for the day
Having get rid of the ghoul, Iolana makes it ina haste to aid the others with the dark priestess.
Truk narrows his gaze on the foul undead woman.
"Sorry dame, you're not my type."
The big orc closes on her and smashes a meaty fist into her skull.
Garborn shakes his head.
No room up there, and I don't WANT to go anywhere near her...
Instead, Garborn and his companions move back to the exit, blocking it and waiting.
Truk's punch knocks her head back into the stone serpent archway. Her movements slow... nearly dazed.
As Garborn moves back toward the exit, he sees Eve Aklume hunched over on the ground.
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Gatherine twirled Sneezy Dragon on her fingers,switched her grip on it and swiped at the undead woman's head.Will you just die for good already?! I'm sick of looking at your rotten face!
Pistol Whip
Confirm? Omigawd YES.
CMB
Grit 3/4
What did I tell you!? Today was the day you fell to the Survivors of Smugglers Shiv!! Tell your headless worm that Gatherine Deepheavy the Firefisted sent you!
Eve looks at her hand as it starts to dry and turn grey... you hear a rumble, and a few loose stones fall from the ceiling a couple splash into the surf.
You see panic in the Priestess's face as her skull crumbles at the wound.
"Do not abandon me now Ydersssiusss!... "
The corpse of the zombie silverback starts to shrivel and shed...
"I command death!"
Truk glances at his shriveling conquered opponent and then around at the crumbling cavern.
"What's goin' on?" he roars over the chaos.
As the priestess reaches out, she turns to dust.. which falls to the chamber floor in a pile. The rumbling gets intense for just a moment.. then subsides.
You look over and see Eve now flat on the ground looking over.
"Mmm... good end to long life.", and then stops breathing... within seconds she withers to the point of looking like she had been dead for decades.
After enough stone falls to crumble the serpent carvings headless... the tremors stop completely.
"What is happening ?"
Iolana looks around in a mixture of excitement and fright.She hasn't lowered her blade during the tremors,and even if she relaxes a bit when it stops,she still doesn't put the scimitar away.
The way the stone crumbled must have some significance, but you aren't sure what your arcane knowledge can tell you about what happened... the power went out?
....Should we run?
"The quake stopped, and there was a strange aura within the crumbling stone, so i'ld like to read it if it is still there."
priestess
Snake cestus
snakeskin belt
snake skull amulet
swirling ring
Eve Aklume
bodysuit
belt
no sign of magic whatsoever anywhere else
Truk gives Eve's remains a sad glance, "She was just scared. Scared and alone. She can rest now at least..."
The threat ended, Syndlara ends her battle dance with a final pirouette, leg raised at the knee. Smiling in exhiliration, she sheathes her scimitar with a flourish. "It would seem that our friend was linked to our foe," she observes, spotting Eve's simultaneous death throes. "And that she desired an end as much as our foe desired to live."
She glances around. "So...who or what is Ydersius?"
"I feel ashamed Truk, i'm sad for her as well of course, but we'ld need to remove from her some items.There are quite some auras around here, and Eve was wearing some herself.I feel for her as anyone else, but still think we can use the items."
"Think Mugambi said Ydersius was an ancient god of the serpent folk.Better ask him for more details."
- three large serpent eyes open when commanded, and circle around the snakeskin belt. They stop and close their eyes after a few seconds - +3 saves vs poison +1 insight bonus to dodge AC, 1/day all-around vision for 10 rounds CL6
- This silver ring is set with a crystal in which a glowing, bound spirit constantly swirls. +2 competence bonus wild empathy checks with serpents and vermin, and a wearer with the woodland stride ability can move effortlessly, without harm or impediment, even through magically created or manipulated plants. This does not allow the wearer to move through solid objects or creatures.
Furthermore, the wearer can speak with serpents and vermin... as the spell speak with animals once per day. CL3
The snake cestus is particularly creepy and odd. It attempts to coil around wrist as you inspect it. It is made from some sort of magical dark grey/green stone material.
Syndlara looks over the unidentified magical items as well.
Ya, ancient dark god of da serpent-man. Mugambi answers absent minded while staring at the body of Eve. Should have seen it, should have seen it... He feels tired, very tired and older than his years. Getting close to her body he retrives the skull mask and closes her eyes on what is left of her face.
After a minute he joins the girls in silence checking the magic itens.
When the wielder strikes a creature that is frightened, shaken, or panicked with a cruel weapon, that creature becomes sickened for 1 round. When the wielder uses the weapon to knock unconscious or kill a creature, he gains 5 temporary hit points that last for 10 minutes.
Brindle fur bodysuit - this soft brown fur body suit fits neatly beneath armor. As a free action, the wearer can compress herself to fit through tight spaces as though affected by a squeeze spell for up to 10 rounds per day. While using the bodysuit's magic, she gains a +5 bonus on Escape Artist checks.
belt of tumbling This thin and flexible silk cord has a tightly wrapped springiness. The belt's wearer gains a +4 competence bonus on Acrobatics checks made to move through a threatened square or through an enemy's space.
Snake Skull amulet continues to elude your arcane probings
"Was...was she alive? Was she another undead that wanted p...peace and rev...rev...revenge?
Or was she...alive until her wow was fullfilled?"
This island still hold surprises even after ten eyars...
+2 amulet of natural armor
"The skull amulet...strengthens a wearer's skin, making it more resistant to blows.
The one who wears it will be in possession of a hide even tougher than Fleek."
The act of examining the amulet seems to have calmed Garborn down considerably, his normal tics and stuttering is at least momentarily repressed.
Through the broken serpent archway, you find another narrow tunnel leading to a tiny chamber with barely enough room for the crumbling stone throne within. As outside, all of the heads of the protruding carved stone serpents have broken off.
"You think that crazy dead woman did that?" Truj asks with a gesture at the vandalism.
"A throne, this is where the queen of the undead held court, but there shall be no more unholy congregations here..."
There is a faint aura at the base of the throne.
There is a "W" shaped serpent at the base of the crumbling throne, which looks like a pull handle
"I think it's time for a trip to the Red Mountain," Syndlara observes, fastening the magical belt at her waist and replacing her old amulet with this new one. "Anyone know how to handle swarms of bugs that blend perfectly with the side of the mountain?"
Following the half-orc and the crazy druid Mugambi nods and also casts his divine sight.
Trap? He says pointing at the pull handle on the floor.
"I do not know, but...I t...think we should p...pull it. Should we p...pull it? Let's pull it!"
Syndlara wanders over to where Mugambi and Garborn are pointing...and pulls the handle. "What, this?"