Aryllan watches as the Paracountess leaves. Closing her eyes she listens intently to the noise in the next area.
Perception Check:
Aryllan moves towards the door with the rest of them and has her bow in her hands with an arrow notched but loose.
Let's worry about dealing the the "servant" first then whatever the item is. Volta, do not try to open the locks while we are here. We want to get it back to Valsin and we want to do it with all of us in one piece. I am sure you have the abilities, it is the magic I am worried about.
Aryllan looks at the door.
Robertus approaches the door, finding it unlocked. Swinging the doors wide, the fighter and his allies see the following.
Zarta’s bedroom is decorated in the colors of Cheliax— ebon black and crimson red. Silk, rare woods, and carefully carved marble compose every bit of furniture in the room. Goose down now litters the room, covering almost every surface and the silken shreds of the cushions that contained it lie about like flayed skin . A post on the massive screened bed is snapped in half, collapsed on the bed and drawing the screened curtains into a ripped slope of formerly fine cloth. Vials of perfume and crystal jars of other cosmetics sit smashed on the marble floor around the dresser. A prominent fixture in the room, a large “X” made of stout wood sits along the west wall, complete with leather shackles and chains. A table sits to its left strewn
with various items intended for pleasure, but outwardly resembling implements of pain.
An enraged tiny red-skinned creature with fiendish wings and a whipping scorpion-like tail is busy bashing an ornate box trying to open it.
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Aryllan is slightly behind Robertus and to the side.
Perception Check: -
Nature Check:
Aryllan draws her bow a little more taught, If the fiendish creature looks as if it is going to attack - Aryllan will defend the group.
Although Uraisa in not familiar with the history of this tiny creature, she is assured that it is a highly magical devilish beast and not from this plane.
Aryllan observes the creature smashing the box against the table along the west wall. It either does not notice the party or does not care. It seem to be throwing a child's temper tantrum directed at opening the box.
"This thing is obviously not from this plane. I don't know if we can actually hurt it, even if we tried," the mage whispers to the rest of the group.
Robertus moves his Guisarme to a ready position, in case the winged demon decides to throw a fit towards the rest of the party. "What about that dagger the Countess was talking about? Maybe its special somehow?"
Volta draws his blade asking, " Can it be grabbed or would it curse me or just, uh, Poof out of a hold?" Volta looks tensely at the creature. "It's nicely backed into a corner; Robertus, should I try to lure it out and flank or do you have a better idea? I admit devil dealing isn't my strong suit."
Volta licks lips and looks determined but very wary and out of his depth.
Perception Does he notice the pentagram?
Knowledge (Arcana) untrained Does he realize its possible significance enough to ask pertinent questions?
Volta sizes up the room, including the partially reviled pentagram on the floor. If it is a part of any ritual, it does not seem to be active or in use at this time.
The tiny creature takes the box and strikes it on the desk Bang! Bang! Bang!. Failing to open, he yells in some infernal language something that can only be foul mouthed swearing. It throws the box into the southern north corner and prepares to run after it with a broken chair leg. Errrrrrg. Kreuvus will have you open. Cursed, retched box!
Aryllan moves into the room, weapon still at the ready but not fully aimed at the flying demon.
Kreuvus, somehow wants the boxed open. Why?
Aryllan whispers Volta may be right, the knife may be the key.
If Kreuvus moves to attack Aryllan will shot the arrow she has at the ready.
"Hello Kreuvus, looks like you are having some trouble opening that box. We'd love to help you if you'd allow us," the mage offers to the demon.
Diplomacy
As Aryllan moves into the room, Uraisa's diplomatic plea to the tiny devilish Imp seem to generate the first acknowledgment of your arrival. Though perhaps not what Uraisa was expecting.
A flicker of eye contact with Uraisa and a narrowing of the eyebrows is all you get. Kreuvus returns his attention to the box he has thrown. Speaking to address your query, but more talking to himself. Bawwwwwwwwh! Stupids. Want's to opens my box. My Dark Mistress could not. What think they do. Go find another pleasure chamber! Leaves us!
*blink* and with that, he gone! No longer can he be seen. His chair leg however, remains floating where it was. Suddenly, the chair leg travels the length of the room and begins beating itself into one of the locks on the box.
Uraisa looks toward the others. "Looks like we are going to have to convince him to give us the box. Someone use that dagger and let's see what kind of luck we have."
The tiny infernal creature becomes visible, apparently dismissing your group. He again is franticly pummeling the box to crack it open, this time against the bed frame. Curses and splinters fly unbridled from his rampage.
Aryllan turns to the rest of the group. Pass me the dagger. And be prepared for what comes next. Aryllan braces for the thing she is about to do. After receiving the dagger she looks at the demon. Kreuvus, mistress gave this to me. What does it do?
Uraisa prepares to cast a spell if the little demon closes to her, rather than to one of the other group, more suited to doing damage.
Kreuvus looks up at the elf ranger holding out the silver dagger.
Ah! So you have brought a silvered blade have you! It's a battle with Kreuvus you seek after all. Very well. Mind you, the box is mine!
And with the, he . . . .
Kreuvus
Group Average:13
Aryllan
Uraisa
Volta
Robertus
TIE ! Aryllan modifier brings your groups reflexes just a tad (0.25) faster than Kreuvus.
The Imp moves to do, something, but the stunned look on his face shows his disbelief that this wet-nosed group of Pathfinders got the jump on him.
Doubting she can hurt the creature, Uraisa begins a summonsing spell, hoping to conjure a creature to assume some of the attacks fromt he little demon.
Aryllan takes the demons slight hesitation at the advantage it is.
Aryllan raises her long bow and lets the arrow go towards the infernal creature.
As the tiny devil creature finished taunting you, Aryllans arrow strikes and breaks on impact against the wall, leaving a small divot in the stone.
Robertus sizes up the room, but has no direct avenue to charge.
Volta draws his weapon and moves into the room, as Uraisa's summoned creature appears.
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Volta draws his blade and grasps his symbol of Cayden Cailean while waiting for an opportunity to tumble into a flanking position against the infernal creature.
"Cayden aid us against this thing. Is there anything we can do that will work against this unnatural abomination?"
Robertus, with no knowledge of summoning circles or demons, steps to f6. "Step back and wait for your time to strike, Volta." Robertus murmurs to Volta, even as he levels his Guisarme toward the imp.
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Now you see 'em, not you don't!
Kreuvus the Imp vanishes into invisibly just as Arylans arrow strikes the wall.
An uncomfortable moment later and *WAM* something kicks the back of Volta's knees, attempting to knock him to the ground
Knee kick (CMB)
Down he goes! Prone on his face, arms splayed out like a scarecrow.
HP damage = 0
Embarrassment to ego damage = 8 ;-)
teee heeeee heee ee e . . .
Volta springs to his feet(giving an AoO) and knowing the location of the creature (because it attacked him) he drops his (useless) blade and tries to grab the evil force.
Concealment 50-50 chance, 1=fail - cannot try attack, 2+ success - may try an attack.
Grapple against invisible creature. Gives AoO, if enemy still has one.
Volta thinks he may feel the creature in his clutches.
"Can anyone do something about invisibility? Water, flour, anything?"
Aryllan pulls at her pack and reaches in and finds a pouch of powder. She loosens the strings on the bag and pulls the top part open and tosses the powder at Volta and the invisible Imp.
Roll for throw:
The summoned dog appears near the grappling warriors but does not attack, fearing it might bite Volta instead. Urania takes the opportunity to run across the room and grab the box in question. "hold him off and lets get out of here with the box.," the Mage yells.
After falling to his face, Volta displays amazing youthful resolve by springing back to his feet followed by some awkward pantomime act. He seems to be doing the old shtick of stuffing a live turkey into his pants. Odd time to take up a new hobby.
Aryllan's elf lineage has made her wise in preparing for a life if adventure. In a move that may surprise everyone (GM included), she produces a pouch of fine white powder (Hmmmm?) and lobs it at Volta and his pantomime foe. In an explosion that would make any pastry chef proud, Volta is now covered in a fine even layer of white flour, and so is his diminutive foe, including his flailing spiked tail.
Uraisa darts past the bizarre spectacle and reaches the multi-locked box. She grabs it up without incident.
The tiny Imp's playful demeanor now takes a change as he is captured. His poison tipped tail whips at Volta!
Stinger
A fiery piercing pain shoots through Voltas leg! Burning, burning burning!
The boxxes is mine! Not meant for you! Lets me go!
Uraisa,now with the box in hand, tries to run back out of the room. She had heard about demons sometimes being bound to certain areas, and she hoped above hope that there was something that would keep the imp in the room. "Let's get out of here. We've got what we came for..."
Status Volta
Hit points max: 8
Current: 7
Fortitude save.
Maintain grapple and apply pin condition.
includes +5 circumstance bonus for unbroken grapple.
Volta struggles with the imp yelling, "Ouch! Hey guys could you do something unsubtle like oh cleave its head off? I really don't think it's going to let us just leave with our object in hand. And I don't feel so good now."
Aryllan had flour wow, Oh @#*! Now it's mad at me; need a quick kill or my goose is cooked.
Aryllan takes out the Silvered Daggar that the Paracountess had given them.
She throws it at the imp - hoping that the strike will kill or at least injury it enough to get the group out of the room and seal the doors.
Throw
damage x2 = 8
Robertus drops his polearm, charging forward and attempting to tackle the imp to the ground!
Robertus steps forward five feet and takes a determined swing, hoping to avoid hitting Volta.
As Uraisa grabs the box and begins her run for freedom she hears a loud shriek.
Eeyyyyyyyyyyy! Curses on Zarta. My mistress is a cruel mistress to gives you pure silver dagger! Kreuvus yells aloud, more to himself and the room in general that to any of you. The silver dagger protruding from his red hide.
Kreuvus then breaks free of Voltas youthfull grip, only to be tackled to the ground under the pressing armored weight of Robertus.
Uraisa rushes by the powdered pile-up of greco roman wrestling to make it back to her starting position, only this time with the box in hand.
The struggling Imp beneath Robertus suddenly takes the form a frightening wild bore, snarling and snapping with razer sharp teeth dripping with vile poison.
Bitting through armor and flesh alike!
The teeth break the fighters skin sinking down into his bone! He can feel the poison trying to work into his blood stream.
Volta's hand eye coordination starts to weaken by his poisoning. Dex damage.
Aryllan looks at the situation. Uraisa, prepare to close and lock or block the doors when we get out. Volta are you able to move? If so start moving to the door and help Uraisa lock or ready to block it when we get out.
Aryllan pulls her bow and an arrow out and raises slightly to aim at Kreuvus.
Kreuvus, if you stop struggling and fighting we will let you live.
diplomacy check :
Status Volta
Hit points max: 8
Current: 7
Poisoned -2 Dex, Dex now 14
Volta feels the fiend tear loose from his grip, only for it to be tackled by Robertus. Volta looks for the silver dagger to see if it is reachable. Fire scorches his veins causing tremors throughout his body, as the poison spreads.
Perception
If it is reachable and he sees it Volta throws himself at the imp on the floor and reaching around Robertus attempts to either shove the dagger deeper or twist it for more damage.
Attack roll with dagger embedded in imp.
damage roll
"Arrgh! Um does anyone perchance have some poison antidote? I'm getting a bit shaky here. I hope you can keep a better grip than I Robert, tricky little devil there." Volta tries to pass off his pain as a joke but his wan face gives the game away.
Otherwise Volta recovers his weapon and holds for an attack if the boar/imp breaks free.
Uraisa follows the rangers advice. She moves to the door, and prepares to slam it shut behind the group, once they make it to her position.
Robertus goes to pin the imp, trying to have his arm avoid the pointy-teeth. "And if you keep biting and slashing, I will let Volta stab you several times while I hold you down."
Kreuvus hearing Aryllan's words twists his head towards her. Still clasped in the steel grip of Robertus, he visage returns to that of a lathery skinned Imp.
"Allow" me to live. heh heh. You may overestimate your resources. Your Human firend here seems about to black out. *URGH*! . . .
Still . . . .(pause). Your words, fighter, are week. Your skills however. URGH! I do see the fleet-footed female has captured the prize. Ready to flee no doubt.
Very well, you’ve bested me. Take the blasted box, and tell Mistress Dralneen I deserve what comes my way.
The Imp relaxes his muscles, and attempts to sit up on the floor.
Aryllan watches the imp sit on the floor with out any resistance.
Volta, Can you make it out the door? And take the silvered dagger with you. Robertus, as soon as Volta is clear lets go ahead and release him. If he moves a single muscle I will shoot Kreuvus. Aryllan raises her bow and pulls back the arrow, ready for any movement from the imp.
Kreuvus, I will honor my word, if you do not move until after we have sealed the doors. Otherwise.... Aryllan's voice trails off. She keeps watch as she waits for the others to leave the room, then slowly and cautiously moves backwards toward the doors waiting for the attack from Kreuvus.
As soon as her friends clear the room, Uraisa slams the door shut tight, not loosening her grip on the box one iota. "How about we get out of here ASAP, and get through our last task!" she says hurriedly.
Status Volta
Hit points max: 8
Current: 7
Poisoned -2 Dex, Dex now 14
Volta pulls the dagger from the little devil's hide and recovers the weapons, his and Robertus's from the floor, and makes his way out, nearly tripping over the rug as tremor hits him. "Blast it, that little... er, devil's, hit has left me a bit clumsy." Volta looks down, his white dust and blood spotted clothes standing out all too well. "Flour and demon ichor, wonder if I can make it the new fall fashion?" In spite of the bravado, it's clear Volta's a bit worried.
Dad says if hell comes a knockin', greet the door with a smile and a joke, may as well die laughing; doesn't seem like such a good idea right now though.
If the devil turns on them again he will try to stab it with the dagger, otherwise he moves to sit on the desk in the other room (square 8J or thereabouts).
-2 Dex in effect. 1 point returns after full nights rest.
Once the rest of the party gets to the doors, Robertus releases the imp and backs away, not letting his back turn to the demon. Once through the doors, he helps Uraisa close the doors. "I can certainly agree with that, Uraisa. Thanks for grabbing my Guisarme, Volta."
Robertus pauses his speech as he thinks. "Is the way to our next task near the Lodge? Might be best to drop off the box before we continue."