Uriah stands, electricity still crackling from his body as the healing light of Sarenrae washes over him.
Your will is strong! It will bend to mine!
Uriah focuses once again on Marrow, attempting to batter her subconcious mind into surrender.
The pain in Muga’s shoulder causes him to miss a few inches from the Rust Risen’s face.
Valtyra's light floods into the room healing her companions.
Aeron cuts at both of the Lobotomites trying to stand. The one struck by the lightning falls down, splayed and hanging ignominiously over the table. Whatever mental tampering happened to them, however, reduces some of the pain of the scimitar as it cuts into their bodies. They don’t cry out or feel the bite of Aeron’s weapon.
Yvell strikes down the human that tries to grab at him. He cuts it along the neck as it gropes at his chest plate.
Yvell rushes through the enemies, feels metal jaws rip at his non-dominant upper arm, and swings at Marrow’s wand arm severing it from her body. She screams, then laughs. "I'll just graft a new one in place-" She twitches as Uriah's magic assails her, but shakes off the spell.
Rust Risen B attacks Muga with its drill and jaw. Its drill swings downward and drills into Muga's thigh. Its mouth snaps an inch to the side of his neck.
Rust Risen C and D attack Aeron while he/she is on the table. She dodges them easily, moving his feet up at the right moments.
Lobotomite C moves around the table to protect its master. It swings its greatclub at Yvell. The other human moves to attack Muga. The puppet-like undead miss, while Muga and Yvell are focused on their targets.
Marrow's remaining hand glows with necrotic energy. She tries to touch Yvell.
Again Val sends a fever prayer to Serenrae and any deities that heal, then send another wave of healing over the group.
Once again Uriah's intellect attempts to overpower that of Marrow's
"RAAGH! GET OFF ME!" After struggling and finally striking the Rust Risen, Muga takes a step back to reevaluate.
One down, but the other still remained. Turning her full attention to the lobotomite near her, she went into casting as she attempted to leave the unfeeling beast lifeless. A far better fate than it's current existance.
Yvell cuts at the Woman with his blade as she tries to cast spell and the slices once more trying to create an 'x' pattern on her chest.
Marrow’s spell fizzled as Yvell’s blade cuts into her.
Marrow suddenly feels bored and lowers her hand. ”This is quite boring,” is all she says.
Muga chops through the Rust Risen’s drill arm and continues through its chest. It falls apart.
Aeron slashes through the experimented zombie with her scimitar. The creature flops underneath the table, bleeding a pool of black ichor.
Yvell's blade makes the other half of an 'x' on Marrow's chest. She lets out a groan, rolls her eyes at the attack, and sniffs. "Is that the best you can do? Always the same, slash, slash, slash."
Marrow looks listlessly at Yvell. She clucks her lips and waits.
Lobotomite C and D swing at Muga and Yvell with their greatclubs.
The remaining Rust Risen bites and stabs at Aeron. The zombie bites into her foot leaving a gash in her flesh.
"Looks like this fight is pretty much over."
Yvell is conflicted about cutting down such a creature who seems... unamused.. but when he thinks about the horrible acts she most likely did it brings back the fervor he once had. His blow aimed at her neck.
Uriah glances at a remaining enemy (whatever is left, Lobotomite or Rust Risen) and streaks of force emit from his forehead striking the creature!
Muga slashes through the Lobotomite spilling blood across the wall. The human wobbles, makes no sound, but continues to stand.
Yvell slashes at Marrow again cutting slightly into her neck. She dodges slightly out of the way to avoid the fullness of the blade from cutting completely through.
Uriah shoots missiles of force from his mind at the Rust Risen harassing Aeron.
Marrow feels the elven curve blade cut into her neck and she closes her eyes without any witty retort or laughter, as Uriah's spell gives her a sense of boredom. With her last remaining strength, she lies down on the ground and dies.
The kill leaves a nasty taste in his mouth as the expression looked much like he would imagine what Marrow might have been like before she became such a despicable individual. The lack of emotion and effort compared to the violence was disheartening as well. Yvell turned around to the rest of the party and shouted.
" She's dead! Get rid of the Undead and subdue the humans, we might be able to care for them later! This fight is won. " Yvell's face one of determination but realization in the aftermath of the slaughter.
Aeron looks down at the biting creature thinking she had lost a toe or four, but its teeth hovered a hairs breadth from making actual contact. She uses the opportunity to strike at the things exposed neck, flipping her blade over and driving down her weapon down.
Aeron rips a line down through the Rust Risen's throat, chest and stomach. The sudden attack sprays black ichor from the creature's insides all over the android.
The two lobotomites swing stupidly at Muga and Yvell, missing wildly.
Val Sends another prayer to Serenrae then sends healing over the party.
Yvell looked at the feeble men , ending his raging shout and turns his blade to the side swinging with the blunt end to try and knock the man out.
Uriah watches as Yvell attempts to subdue the scarred men. He walks over to Valtra and places a hand on her shoulder.
Thank you. I would have died!
Muga and Aeron take down the final Lobotomite with slashes from their bladed weapons. Blood oozes from the slices covering the unfortunate human in his own essence. Yvell knocks unconscious the last Lobotomite.
4 greatclubs
2 red potions
a black wand with a curved bone (34 charges)
a white wand with stars carved on the side (18 charges)
a red wand with black perpendicular lines on the side (16 charges)
2 gas grenades
4 glass jars of Soothe
a dagger
a cloak of resistance +1 with tiny skulls inlaid on the edges
There is a door to the south.
This chamber combines the comforts of a cozy bedroom with the horrors of a necromantic laboratory-it’s difficult to tell which pieces of furniture here are meant for relaxation and which ones are intended for torture.
Inside a metal cabinet you find:
22 silverdisks
7 batteries
three large garnets
a pouch of 12 fire opals
a case of 14 vials of soothe
3 gas grenades
two scrolls with skulls along the edge
a black scroll
a scroll with circuitry drawn on the leather edges
"Oh, there's my stuff!" Whiskifiss says, pushing his way past and grabbing at a few items on a separate table. He picks up studded leather, a short sword and a magical light crossbow, and starts fitting them to his body.
If the party waits for a few minutes Uriah will inspect the various items that display enchantments:
Uriah casts Read Magic on each of the three scrolls to identify their contents.
Yvell surveys the scene, it was over. The fight was won and the Smiler leader was no more. He gave a satisfied nod to his allies and for a briefest of moments a smile. " Alright according to the one from before this Southern room should be here study. Whiskifiss, THAT is how you take care of a Monster " He said with a grin and a nod.
He went over and gave Phylla a rub, a feeling of pride in her current deeds and ability. " You did well, Thank You Phylla. "
Yvell allows Uriah his time and splits the Loot such that it can easily be carried out and those who could use things are doing so. " We just have a few things left to complete, Clear this of any other Smiler scum and then we can re-purpose the entire base. Perhaps even get some recruits. After the clearing we need to Return Whiskifiss to his gang, a Explore the remaining of the Hawk Palace for any Clues and loot as well. "
We will claim this place as our own? Uriah asks Yvell If so we should clean it of its stench...these "Smilers" smell horrible.
" I see no reason no not to, as a facility its capability could be used for more wholesome means. You cannot truly say you have cleaned up evil until you have dealt with the rebuilding process as well and converted that evil to good. If the Smilers could live through such scarification with little worry of infection and death then the medical capabilities of this establishment must be adequate. It also makes sense to have a base of operations of our own so that we are not dependent on the hospitality of our brotherly gangs. It can be instead a true gift. I agree with cleaning the place when the time comes. " Yvell motioning to the Pod area and various other medical tools.
" From what I saw Scrapwall has no real Medical or Clergy, so I'm sure innocent die from disease and sickness. There also seems to be a lack of market. Food must be hard to procure as well. The point of the New gang was not simply for power it was a way of reforming the area within the power structure currently in place. " Yvell uses Prestidigitation to Clear most of the Blood, Guts and Grime from the room they are in while he waits, speaking.
Your goals are admirable. How better to resist the League than by strengthening those outside of its influence. Long have they left Scrapwall alone, knowing that the infighting would never allow a group to become powerful enough to challenge them.
Yvell gives a satisfied smirk at Uriah compliment. He was not used to such things but it was enjoyable to hear, " Goals are simply goals until you have enacted them however, I am a man of action. Scrapwall is full of Exiles and as such still has the same make up as other settlements regardless of race. The Smilers preyed on the Weak and those who were not in gangs, I believe they called us Scrappers. Once We find the Flag or Whatever marking the Smilers have on this foothold I think we make our mark known. Spread word of our exploits, Of our gang. Invite those weaker people who had to struggle for a place, those with lofty ideas of market, safety, warmth, protection. Come off as not only a safe haven but a strong force willing to empower others and work towards something. A Real Threat to the Lords of Rust. "
" I am aware we may not be here for an extended time, that is why I want the set-up working such that the foundation is strong. There is no greater irresponsibility than causing havoc but not stabilizing the resulting backlash. We can start the restoration. "
"Hah... I still don't think you've read the atmosphere right... This is a place where the strong come to fight the strong. The weak stay the hell out. People who want a life of trade, safety, warmth, protection, this is not the town they come to for that. They come here because they want strength to be rewarded with the right to rule. A man where every king is sovereign as long as his sword is strong enough to serve as his army, or you can choose to follow in the wake of whoever's blade you like best. They want a leader who will unite them by strength of blade to destroy a common enemy that is threatening that way of life, then leave." Muga seems to rather appreciate that style of life he has seen in Scrapwall.
His tone then shifts to almost mocking, "Of course, to all those not even strong enough to leave, I'm sure you'll be a godsend. We'll have quite the army of the young, crippled, and old."
Uriah's gaze drifts over to the sarcastic man I know what Yvell's goals are here. I have been transparent with mine. What are yours? Do you simply fight for love of battle? With no care for what comes next?
Yvell rests his hands on the pommel of his blade pointed at the ground at ease. He listened to Muga through his words with a willful stare at nothing in particular. " Are you quite finished? I've read the way this place is fine and you might have made some misconceptions as well. This is not the place where the Strong fight the Strong. Its Where the Strong Prey on the Weak or that The Weak Bands together to Fight back that Strong. However the Strong can do the same and the cycle will continue because there is no mediator on either side. One Who is Strong yet doesnt find the weak. Equal parts strong and weak or strong enough to act weak. This isnt a place of choice its necessity otherwise you would not see so many Orcs, Ratfolk and other such races. But I guess you are fine with slaughtering the weak, I'm sure you have nothing special that might be weak. " Yvell's eyes dart at Muga.
" You also seem to underestimate people, All of those types of people seem weak but you miss a key reason why the Lords of Rust seem to even be in power. Divine Might. They seem to be the only group that has members with magical might to heal in a land where there is NONE. You must not have been in an army with such ability as the situation changes. The Young can grow into great warriors and other assignments; The Crippled ca be cured of their ailments and ready to fight, the Old can teach and provide wisdom through experience. And those with protective views can keep said way working. The weak band together; the Weak become the strong. "
"Let me count the number of unarmed non-combatants I've seen in this town. I'll use my fingers because the number might get a little high for my poor confused mind." Muga raises both his fists to eye height, and glances between them for a few moments. A few more. No fingers raise.
He lowers them. "Wow, that number was so high."
"I doubt you'll find the innocent in this land. They were bled dry long ago. Only the violent remain alive here. If you care to wait for young to grow up, to pay to cure all the crippled, and for the old to have taught everyone, I'll take a vacation and see you next year when your army is ready."
Glancing over to Uriah, Muga gives his answer.
"I don't deny that I enjoy fighting, but that's just a man enjoying his work. I'm getting paid and protecting that which I care about by my own sword. I don't call it good or evil, and I wouldn't begrudge anyone fighting against me for the same reasons."
Spellcraft red potion: 2 Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds
Spellcraft black wand with a curved bone: Wand of Enfeeblement
Spellcraft white wand with stars carved on the side: Wand of Ray of Exhaustion
Spellcraft red wand with black perpendicular lines on the side: Wand of Scorching Ray
Scroll of Technomancy
Scroll of Command Undead
Scroll of Animate Dead
Uriah will take the wands, unless Aeron wants them. The scrolls he has no use for, he finds undead distasteful.
Perhaps you should take these.. he says to Yvell and Muga, indicating the potions. They are healing potions.
Aeron went into her customary scavenging mode starting to rifle through the dead necromancers robes. Unlike usual though, she seemed to have purpose. Her goal was the mages spell book. Her attention was so focused, she had all but tuned out the philosophical debate and tthe plans for the locations future.
Aeron finds the necromancer's spell book. It is a black book, tattered, with missing pages ripped out.
hold person, lightning bolt, vampiric touch, blindness/deafness, command undead, daze monster, ghoul touch, shatter, cause fear, charm person, magic missile, shield, bleed, light, mending, touch of fatigue
Her eyes pop wide as she plops down using the dead and cooling body as a low stool and turns the tomb over delicately. She inspects it for a moment before delicately opening it and inspecting it's pages. She is now completely lost to the world and will remain so until otherwise interrupted.
Yvell twitches but doesnt move more than that " We disagree, that is fine. The results will speak for themselves " Yvell looks to Uriah and nods taking the potion.
Afterward he would look to the rest " Back and around to clear the other side yes? There was that area she knocked lets see what it holds "
Yvell goes up to it and tries to open it.
Yvell opens the secret room, and walks into a hallway with several small rooms.
The air in this room smells of smoke and burnt meat. A crude stove made of a metal barrel resting atop blocks of stone sits in the middle of an open area, while numerous doors line the walls.
Taking a few moments to search through the place, he finds nothing important or interesting.
Seeing the place had been properly cleared out Yvell would nod to the party and move them from the Former-Smiler Base and back to the Redtooth Raiders to return their brother. This was AFTER they set all the bodies up and burned them in a pyre as there was little other sanitary way to get rid of them.