"Fight all you want you want you cursed little creature. Your time is almost done!" Tylur sprays the creature with his spit as he shouts this out hoping that it will take the pain away from the wounds.
Holding out her silver dagger, "I am not skilled with this but it hurts her more, if we are killing her use this."
"Alright Tylur, keep holding her in place... this is gonna be ugly..."
Logar takes aim and swings both of his weapons down at the she-demon, hoping to crush her before she can slither out of the fighter's grasp. Both attacks connect, and while her outlandish resistances protect her from most of the damage, she is one step closer to an end.
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Sighing, "Or not I suppose." Raising her voice slightly, "She heals quickly from any damage but from a silver made weapon. And I do not hit hard."
"Aurora. Stab this thing!" Tylur snaps at the woman as he struggles to hold the creature.
Glaring over at Tylur but moving toward the currently helpless creature. Trying to ignore the way her arms ache and stab downwards.
Cordwin, seeing how Tylur is the only one keeping the thing from flying away, heals him with one of the cure light wands he grabbed.
"Aha! Ya gott'er now! Show that little pixie thing." René claps Tylur heartily on the back.
Nimreass growls and stabs down at the creature with his rapier, angry at and frustrated at his inability to hit it earlier.
Dodge out of the way of my bolts, heal all of the damage I do? Vile creature, you might heal from this, but by the gods, I'm going to make it hurt.
vs DC 17
With the little demon grappled, Logar continues his assault damaging it slightly. Rene casts guidance on Tylur, and cackles to continue the hexes on the creature. Nimreass pin pricks the demon, while Tylur pins the creature. Cordwin heals some of Tylur wound. Aurora, actually hits the creature but the damage she does immediately heals.
Erylium, manages to break the pin, but she is still grappled by Tylur chain, although she heals slightly.
Cordwin will keep the wand handy to heal any of his compatriots.
"You're staying here whether you want it or not, demon! Surrender or get crushed, the choice is yours!"
To prove his point, or maybe vent some frustration, Logar keeps beating Erylium with his weapons.
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"We don't deal with creatures of this ilk! It follows the Beast there is no redemption for it. Destroy it!" he continues to wrestle with the creature to pin it down again.
Not really having anything better to do, René continues to chuckle and give meaningless words of support to Tylur.
Nimreass pulls his rapier back and stabs into the creature again, feeling his blade guided by Rene's spell.
Damn it was the other thing that this stupid dagger worked on! Trying to ignore the feeling of being evil for attacking anything like this. This creature is evil. This creature is evil and will only hurt and kill.
Logar smashes the creature with his weapon, doing a little damage after taking into account the creatures ability to ignore damage. Rene keeps up the guidance and cackle. Nimreass tries to stab it with his rapier but misses. Tylur continues to pin the creature, while Cordwin stands by to heal anyone who gets wounded. Aurora tries to stab it with her silver dagger, but misses.
The creature tries to break free but fails.
While the creature fails to break free, Tylur continues to pin him, while eventually Logar and Nimreass kill the creature.
When the creature finally seems to die, Logar throws both his weapons down and slumps to the floor, laughing out loud in what might seem like one of René's cackles.
Cordwin kicks the body with his boot. Are we sure she's dead? he asks She seemed to bounce back quite a bit! After he is sure that the creature no longer poses a threat, he will search her and the rest of the room looking for anything interesting. I kinda regret destroying that altar before I could study it! he says as he searches.
Nimreass pants a bit and slumps, the anger starting to drain out of him. "If she's not dead, she's certainly wishing she is by this point. Even being able to heal that quickly, getting stabbed that much has got to be extremely painful.
Unwrapping his chain from the creature he looks at it with hard eyes. "It seems dead to me I do not see the cuts and stabs resealing. A minion of the Beast no doubt. Thank the Dawnflower that it will not rise again. Let's see if there was anything else in here that it was set to guard."
Staring at the blood on her borrowed weapon and the little splatters that made it on to her hands. I just wanted to travel and sell things. Make a name for myself. But blood keeps following.
Hazily hearing the others and pulling herself from her thoughts, desperate for a distraction. Wiping her hands and the dagger off as best as she can on the ground before moving to help look around.
Tylur puts his hand on Aurora.
'She doubted herself in that fight. We can't have that happen again. Too much is at stake. And not only our lives.' he looked down at the dead imp creature.
"Aurora you did well against that creature. You might have doubted your ability with the dagger but in that moment we needed it. There is too much we do not understand that we are now forced to face. We will need to have our instinct guide us at times." Tylur's voice is even yet still you can hear the worry in it.
Glancing over her shoulder at Tylur then looking at the hand on her shoulder, "Sorry. I was not raised to fight and what little I know is only from watching children play fight with sticks in the streets or the occasional tavern brawl I have seen. I am not a warrior. I'm a merchant."
"Finally! Little bugger didn't wanna stay down. Good job team!" Oh dear gods, please let Tsuto not have whatever healing ability this creature did. I'm pretty sure we only survived this fight because the creature was relatively weak.
René pulls out his waterskin, offering it to Aurora so she could clean the blade of blood.
"Nice work, gettin' her all riled up. She was madder'n a mule chewin' a mouth fulla bumblybees. What was her deal with this here shiny thing anyways?"
Now that the quasit is dead, you breathe a collective sigh of relief, at least for now as there is still much more of this dungeon to explore. Searching the body you find, a +1 cold iron returning dagger, a tiara worth 50 gp, black silk gown worth 25 gp, and an obsidian unholy symbol of Lamashtu worth 10 gp.
There is nothing else of value in this room.
Well it looks like she softened us up for Tsuto at any rate! Speaking of Tsuto, he's probably around here somewhere!
"Well, looks like Mister Tsuto ain't here, so shall we make our merry way elsewheres? May as well start with th' side doors, though I doubt he's lurkin' in 'em."
"Before we march right back into the maw of hell, are you all sure you're ready? This battle must have drained your resources and energy."
Taking the waterskin and getting the blood off her hands, "It did not seem to work as well on her but it did on the thing she summoned. I was a little frazzled, sorry."
Looking over at Logar, "The longer we wait the more likely he is to get away."
Tylur nods ready to move on from this room.
Having decided to move on, the first thing you do is check the two side rooms, but finding nothing it is time to move on.
You move down the hallway and come to a chamber, with a statue.
A red marble statue of a strikingly beautiful but, at the same time, monstrously enraged human woman stands in the middle of this room, her stony expression twisted in fury. The woman wears flowing robes, and her long hair is held back from her face by an intricate headdress of hooks and blades. In her left hand she carries a large book, the face of which is inscribed with a seven-pointed star. Her right hand holds a glittering metal-and-ivory ranseur.
To the north is a short hallway that leads to a door. To the east is a hallway with multiple sets of stairs leading slightly up.
Cordwin studies the statue to see if he can figure out who it is.
The statue depicts Runelord Alaznist
Logar enters the room and inspects the statue.
"This ornate ranseur shouldn't be sitting here and rotting. Think it'll find a better home with us?"
Creeping up slowly behind Logar and looking at the book.
Glancing back over her shoulder, "Anyone recognize this before we mess with it? Not that I think we should touch anything we have to."
"Can ya actually use that there pig-sticker? If not, d'ya really want ta be luggin' it around th'resta this here place? We kin come back fer it after we do what needs bein' done." He leaves off the 'if we survive' part of the sentence.
Hadley pokes his head out of René's bag and gives him a quizzical look. And he had to admit, normally he was all for grabbing anything that was pointless laying around when it could be sold for a solid meal or warm bed. But this whole place gave him the heeby-jeebies
Nimreass just keeps his eye open for anything that might be sneaking up on them, not wanting anything that noticed the last battle to attack them before they were ready. All this talk of religion and history goes a bit over his head. If it's evil destroy it and move on to it's source if possible.
Cordwin is fascinated by the statue. This is very old. I think it depicts the Runelord Alaznist. He circles around the statue. The angry expression, the barbed headdress and the ranseur. Why I am certain it is of Alanist! What a statue of her is doing down here, I don't know. Cordwin says with a look of curious awe.
Tylur follows the others in still cautious of this place. "Runelord? If you are speaking of what I think you are that is a myth is it not? Existence of the Runelords are nothing more than talk from storytellers and old mothers to keep their children in line. The weapon it carries does it have any magical properties although from the sneer on its face it might be better to stay clear of it?"
Cordwin is deep in thought. hmmmm...Runelords. I've read about them and I too thought they were just stories. Seems like the stories might be older than we thought or maybe they weren't just stories after all.
schools of Thassilonian magic).
Cordwin checks the statue for traps, and finds none. Logar, with a little bit of tugging pulls the ranseur loose from the statue. The weapon is quite well made, but does not detect as magical.
Tylur sees a door close to him and moves up to see if it is locked.
Logar prises the decorated weapon from Alaznist's grasp with relative ease, paying little attention to the others' talk of Runelords and stories. He gives the ranseur a few swings and stabs, but his arms freeze at René's comment and beneath his olive cheeks the faintest shameful blush appears.
"Well, you know... I don't think I'm considered proficient with a ranseur, no. We don't want to over encumber ourselves so, uh, let's just leave it here. Yes, we can pick it up on our way back."
Quickly moving back when Logar starts to pull on the ransur. Exhaling sharply, not even realizing she had been holding in a breath. Moving to follow Tylur on to the next horror in her new existence.