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The angel does it's best, but is able to land a single blow on the Hunanoid.
The Humanoid glares at the threats to himself and casts in spite of the threat to himself. He manages to pull it off and disappears from view.The Elementals, for that is what they are, attack as soon as Kiorec dedicates himself. As he is the only one in reach, they all assault the man with a fury. The hulking, raging man is almost impossible to miss. Their firey lashes wail on him, but to surprisingly little effect. Meaning no effect whatsoever.
Some of his wounds disappear before your eyes.
Kiorec's eyes flash for a brief moment, then a red light wraps around him like fire for a moment before fading away. Once gone his wounds seem lessened but not entirely dissipated.
I am not so easily defeated. I can handle little more of such attacks. I shall end this now!
Wrath fills his face as he puts tremendous power in his blows.
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Kiorec and Veriats work together to tear the middle elemental to shreds. It dies in a burst of heat, but Kiorec isn't done yet. He steps north and rips a chunk out of that elemental too.
The elementals counter, one bludgeons Kiorec with its inferno arms while the other focuses on Veritas. One of its attacks misses, but another hits her across the arm
The humanoid moves away from the summoned angel and casts again. (I'll wait for Silas to decide whether to counter before I describe the effect.)
In spite of his wounds Kiorec remains lethally focused on his foe.
One down, three to go!!
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Kirec's target takes a brutal beating, but doesn't quite fall.
The Deva takes after the efreeti again, this time reserving her power, in order to attempt to hit the creature must better.
Silas then changes his vantage, starting to speak in a very raspy voice as he casts.
"Woede van een stormcloud, hoor mijn geroep. Neerslaan met al uw macht, en zuiver mijn vijanden in uw schokkende licht!"
Full attack, power attack, haste, raging brutality, arcane strike, bless
If I fell my foe, I use a swift action to active my Quick Runners Shirt to make a move action, 90', to close with the most distant foe and finish my attack there. If I provoke an AoO, add +3 to my ac from my Boots of swift fury(+4 detection, but doesn't stack with my ring)
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The elemantals melt under the assault of magic and blade. Kioric finishes off the southern elemental, but the Humanoid is too far away to continue his full attack. The magic of his shirt does allow him to get within reach, however, and his presence adds the needed pressure for the humaniod's next casting to fail completely.
Full attack, power attack, haste, raging brutality, arcane strike, bless
Kiorec arrives and signals the end with just a few devastating strikes.
The Efreeti's body decays away to ash with shocking speed, leaving behind a spectral version of itself. Where the previous was violent to madness, this is graceful and serene. His expression is deeply regretful. Thank you, brave folk, for freeing me from my physical prison of the oven and my mental prison of madness. My name is Bebulec, and my time here is short. Please, look for a hidden trove in the north wall behind that pannel just there. He points to one of the many snug fitting panels. It holds a chest of treasure and a key. This key is one of four items needed to activate a teleporter that represents the only access to the inmost vaults and resting place of Bartolomae Adella, the last head of the Daellum branch. From this crypt and the others of this family such capable men and women such as yourselves could garner a small fortune, I'm sure.
From my time locked up here I was able to glean a little from the Crematoriom Caretakers. The items are the key in the chest, a dagger befouled, Thrasillus’s voice, and a sister’s keepsake. What the others are exactly, I cannot say. I only heard of them by their titles and I know that they are all kept within this crypt.
Farewell, Adventurers. Give 'em to the Abyss.
With a sigh of release, he fades from sight.
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Kal watches in awed silence as the spectral figure of the efreeti gives his speech. "No matter how often it happens, I've never gotten used to people thanking us for killing them," he mutters, glancing up at his eidolon, who nods in agreement. After a moment's silence, he claps his hands, rubbing them together and slipping his cards back into his sleeve. "Well. What's say we search that panel, eh?"
The panel is found easily enough. The box inside is covered in years of soot and securely locked.
Silas would check the box for anything that might look dangerous before trying to open or disarm it.
The chest is not trapped and the lock, while stubborn, eventually succumbs to Silas's skills. Inside, it holds a wand of fireball (CL 10, 18 charges), a tome of clear thought +1, a silver necklace worth 2,250 gp, and an iron key that radiates faint transmutation.
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Kal peers into the box over Silas' shoulder, letting out a low whistle. "Well. That'll come in handy, eh?" He claps the older man on the back before turning his attention on his eidolon, looking her over for wounds. "You seem to be healing up fine, big girl," he grins, wrapping one arm briefly around her. "So. What's say we all move on?"
This building has been cleared of all threats. You move outside. Where to?
Silas follows the pair wordlessly. He slips into a very thoughtful walk, as he tries to ponder what they have found so far, the Efreeti's words, and also what it means for what else they could possibly find.
These sepulchers are identical save for their orientation; the doorway to each always faces the center of the necropolis. Rough, black iron gates bar the arched entryways. They are locked.
Silas would inspect the door with detect magic first to see if any auras are on the door, before pulling out his tools to try and pick the lock open.
They are not trapped.
Each internal wall has nine stacked interment vaults, a total of twenty-seven in all. The dates of death on these vaults fall between 3754 and 4050. None bear full names, only first initials (such as P. Adella, A.G. Adella, etc.). The limestone sarcophagus at the center of each crypt bears an epitaph in its surface, but the effects of time have rendered these illegible.
This building is crafted of green marble, the entrance carved to mimic the maw of a ravenous lion. A ten foot carving in the floor depicts the howling medusa crest of the Sardisi clan.
A Detect Magic sweep reveals that the carving is actually a teleportation circle.
I need a fort save from anyone not immune to disease who enters the crypt.
Kal: You feel a malady hit you just a few minutes after entering the first out building. It starts in your gut, but quickly rampages through your body and mind. The same happens to Veritas, but it seems to affect her less, for now.
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After a few minutes of idle chit-chat and wondering what to do about the teleportation circle, Kal clutches at his head, feeling surprisingly dizzy. He opens his mouth to articulate this, but instead slumps, suddenly sagging under the weight of his own pack. The spark of wonderment and the love for life seems to fade a little from his eyes - as he sits, leaning heavily against a wall, he looks far older than his twenty-five years.
"Does anyone else feel unwell?" he asks weakly.
x10=100, Yay full health!
Are you unwell? What ails you my friends?
Kiorec feels a slight knot in his stomach, but his body fights it off pretty quickly.
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"I'm fine," Kal protests, waving a hand dismissively. He tries to stand, but his legs refuse to support his weight, and he collapses once more, a fine cloud of dust flying up as he slides down the wall. "Alright, I guess I'm not," he attempts to chuckle, holding out a hand for help. "I don't know why, but as soon as I stepped in here, I felt... overwhelmed. As if all of a sudden, my legs won't bear my weight."
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I do not believe we are on a deadline, if we need to retreat so as to regroup and gather strength, we should do so.
Kiorec is accustomed to pain and discomfort, it's what he is, he less comfortable dealing with others in bad straits.
Silas nods and looks to Kal and Veritas. "I am alright for now. I'm not sure what happened to you Kal. I think that perhaps some rest would be good, and we can also sort out whatever this magical curse seems to be that has afflicted you."
Silas looks about for a suitable place that they could rest themselves.
Following the brains of the operation, Kiorec will take up the lead. He is still at full health with solid spells available, so if nasties pop out, he can handle them...mostly.
The shrine of Aroden would be a lovely place to make camp, should you wish to do so.