"I've got one scroll of cure moderate wounds, no potions on me though."
Calin pulls out his scroll and casts it on Dwalindor.
Albus renews his attack on the Vanth.
His first swing misses the psychopomp, but his arcane strike hits home - only it doesn't do too much, raising a brief sizzle from the mark.
Oooo, that tickled.
His scythe cuts back into Dwalindor again.
Rameth swears and helps Lindy's next attack, assuming he is up, if not he uses it for Albus
for
vs AC 10
The spear strikes in again and drives a little more damage from the Vanth.
My, my you all are persistent aren't you?
"This wand doesn't have enough power...."
Calin casts CLW from himself on Dwalindor.
You have no idea. Perhaps you should dance with me for a little bit, and leave the children alone.
If Rameth continues to press the attack, Dwalindor will continue, but will otherwise withdraw 30 back.
for
vs AC 10 for Dwalindors AC
Calin can you heal him anymore?
Albus renews his attack on the Vanth.
......................
His first swing misses the psychopomp, but his arcane strike hits home - only it doesn't do too much, raising a brief sizzle from the mark.
Oooo, that tickled.
Albus attacks again.
Albus's last blow manages to cut deep into the Vanth, which promptly vanishes.
You see it reappear over Tobbs and hear a mental chuckle.
Surprising. They may just do after all.
The psychopomp lets its wings droop around Tobbs and black feathers appear, seeming to flow upward from the lion into the wings.
Tobbs shakes his head as he stands unsteadily on his feet.
The psychopomp turns towards Sebti and Nakht and makes a small bow.
While they're hardly the Risen Guard, they're certainly more than capable of handling the average undead. Perhaps Sebti's strategy will work as long as the outbreak doesn't become more severe. But despite my time in the city, I still serve the Lady and if things get too rough here she might lead one of her little expeditions - you know how they get!
With that he wraps his wings around himself and vanishes from sight.
Nakht doesn't look pleased, but he does look thoughtful.
Well, I guess it can't hurt too much, but we need to send someone into the Necropolis to find out what in the Hells caused this.
What the crap? There is something much bigger than Wati going on here. You guys stay here, follow the clues, figure out what is going on. The Pathfinder Society still owes me some favors. I am going to make my way to Katapesh and connect with the Lodge there. They have their fingers in everything, and someone knows something somewhere. I will investigate that. Dwalindor. Congratulations you are now in charge of this popsicle stand. Just try not to embarrass me too much.
With that Rameth shares some booze, shakes hands, and before he finds his way out of town, using a hide from undead potion, he gives all the info to Ibrahim of who is in charge. And just like that Rameth and Trip are gone.
Just before Rameth gets out of the temple he returns and gives Dwalindor a small box
Keep this, don't lose it but you might need it and I am going to want it back. Alright meow. I gotta move. Put that in your pack. Quick do it meow.
"We're pretty beat up and low on resources. I'm thinking we need some down time before we travel deeper down the rabbit hole."
"Rameth, take care of yourself. Stay safe out there."
Calin casts CLW on Dwalindor and Albus.
Ptemnib also wishes Rameth well on his journey; as he leaves you see a tall, tanned man with a rapier thrust through his belt and an incongruous tricorn hat talking to the investigator. After a bit they depart into the night.
Sebti, High Priestess of the Grand Mausoleum turns back to all of you.
Thank you for all of your efforts. We will be most pleased to heal all your wounds, please join us in the sanctuary.
She and her acolytes herd you into a more comfortable room - the smoke from the braziers smells of cedar, particularly favored by Pharasmans. When the healing spells touch you, you can actually feel the cold hands of death invading your wounds, replacing the aches and pains with a terrible numbness before fading away.
I am sorry to see your friend go - he has done well by our city in these last, trying days. But we must press forward and I have to ask you all to enter the Necropolis. There is something you should know given the events recently. We in the Pharasman church have long been concerned that something of this nature could happen; when we sealed the Necropolis we placed several magical items that, when attuned properly, could detect and locate necromantic magic or creatures in the Necropolis.
Sebti is obviously uncomfortable talking about this, as you are outsiders to the Church.
Nakht actually picks up the narrative.
We call these items elegaic compasses. They were placed so that the Voices of the Spire and the Grand Mausoleum could put a stop to any undue necromantic influences. The last time they were used was thirty years ago. My father and our family's companion, Ajin Ra Baqa, whom you've met, battled a lich in the Necropolis who was trying to...well do the same thing that happened three days ago. With your help we've been sweeping Wati and there doesn't seem to be anyone we can locate in the Living City who caused this.
He clears his throat as he watches you digest the news.
Given that, and with the reports from the various gates we've sealed off, we believe the source of the necromantic pulse came from within the Necropolis. Unfortunately the compasses need to be activated at their physical location to be used and we don't have the guards or enough of the Voices to spare. Since you were able to defeat Ajin, if you are willing to enter the Necropolis we'll give you a map to activate the compasses to find and stop whatever is raising the undead before it gets any worse.
Nakht pulls two scrolls out from a pouch at this side.
These should help. If you use this scroll, you'll summon the psychopomps that can be spared from the boneyard.
He passes one scroll over.
This scroll should be used more sparingly. It summons a Vanth Psychopomp to your aid. It won't summon Ajin, here he smiles, but one of his many fellow reapers should arrive from the Spire to assist you.
Nakht looks both awkward and slightly put out to be requesting help from out siders but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point and he knows it.
Sebti recovers enough to speak again.
So, on behalf of the Church of Pharasma and Pharaoh Khemet III, I formally request your aid in stopping this crisis in Wati.
Calin Dwalindor and Albus each would find a letter awaiting them at their room.
This letter is written in a large hand, with short words...even in print Rameth is a bit of a dick
Dwalindor,
Rameth
There is also a flask of the good dwarves rotgut left behind.
Calin
I don't really know you well, I barely met you two days ago. But I am glad that you signed on with us, you and Tobbs are an incredible addition to our crew. Try to keep an eye on Dwalindor, he can smash things with the best of them, but if subtlety is required, well I am afraid he doesn't know what that means. I will try to send information as I discover it to help you all solve this problem and get the big score. Until then.
[i]Rameth
Included you find a large chunk of jerky, obviously meant for Tobbs
Albus
Well, I guess we part at last. Many an adventure we have had together, and seen many friends lost to us. Now that I am gone you are the brains of this operation. Dwalindor will make good choices, but if we need to be clever, I am afraid Lucy is more clever than he is. I will try to send aid as I can, in the way of information that might help. Once we get this thing solved I will join up with you again and we can get back to doing stupid stuff for too much money. See if you can find someone that can keep patching you guys up, been tough going since we lost...well you know
Rameth
Beneath the letter are the three spell books that were found
"I need to get supplies as well."
"We'll give you our aid, just tell us exactly what you need us to do."
Nakht gives you a map of the necropolis, as well as a scroll that details how to use the elegaic compasses.
If you go into the Necropolis and activate the compasses we can find the source of this magic and stop it.
They listen about your need for supplies.
We understand, but what items were you looking for? Time is critical if we don't want people to flood out of the city.
"I need a better bow, and I also need to get some light armor for Tobbs. This last battle has shown me just how vulnerable he is."
Nakht looks thoughtfully at Calin.
I think that perhaps we can help you. You'd have to reimburse us, but the Voices of the Spire has a rather large armory.
Albus eyes shine at the prospect of new gear.
Could you guys spare some enchantments? And an extra sword...
And maybe we should recruit again. Albus says to Dwalindor. The more the merrier...
Albus, as you're approaching the Voices of the Spire you see the woman you helped rescue from the mob approaches carrying a long bundle.
She draws you aside respectfully and smiles.
Good sir, I'm sorry to bother you but you've...helped me in a very difficult time. I wanted to give you this - it belonged to my husband.
She hands you the bundle and it's clearly a sword.
He called it Naasir, Defender. He would have been out in the city trying to help, so I thought you could use it to help the city as well, as you helped me.
She smiles at you, still sad over the death of her husband.
Be well.
She leaves you with the sword and walks off.
Unaccustomed to such kindness Albus does not know how to react to the women. Embarrassed he accepts the sword while babling a thanks.
Errr...hmmm...thank you...miss...very...kind...yes very kind of you...eerr...be well.