Feral's Devil We Know (Inactive)

Game Master Feral

The man drops the gore-stained rock he’d been bludgeoning a derro with.

”The pool turns folks into the undead. They were leading us into the water, killing us, and then waiting for us to revive as walking corpses. You’ve got to fish the remains from the water.”

Chorister pales at the prospect presented them, "...Oh." He returns to relate the news to the others, "So uhh... who's going in?" he asks, looking at the water with trepidation.

If no one immediately volunteers the squeamish cleric wades slowly into the water, arms raised high and fingers near his face, as if keeping his arms free will somehow keep the rest of him dry. He starts dragging bodies out of the water, or at least to the edge for others to remove.

What is the radius of the pool? Can Rhyno use the reach of his hammer to hook people and pull them to the edge and drag them out?

Blanching at the prospect of swimming in the undead creating pool, Rhyno sizes up his lengthy hammer and the possibilities it holds.

"What, are you guys afraid of water? I'll go in if you're not manly enough," Sen states, flexing his arms and beginning to take off his vest while looking for something to hang it on.

If Rhyno can't just fish them out, Sen will go in and probably get undead'd. If only he were more genre-savvy...

The pool's on the map. Rhyno's hammer won't reach.

So Sen and Chorister are in there.

With the derros defeated and the bodies removed from the foul corrupting waters, the party has truely thwarted the dark fate intended for most of the Swift’s inhabitants and employees. On the way back, the party is able to rescue the Swift guards caged in the previous chamber. Grateful to be alive, the guards assist in ushering the prisoners back up to Swift Prison where it seems the assembled cult forces have finally been defeated.

In the days to come, a few things change in Cassomir. This time, the authorities take the danger presented by the Cult of Nature's Cataclysm and the derro seriously and plant guards and traps to spoil anymore derro incurions from the Darklands. Soon derro sightings around the city peter out and die. It seems the derro-threat is gone... at least for now.

A full week later, a member of the Cassomir constabulary arrives to question Venture Captain Hestia in regards to the party's whereabouts. The skilled Venture Captain successfully deflects the accusations but when each of you arrive at the lodge, you learn of one more surprise in Cassomir - it seems the Bell of Obedience has gone missing. She presents you with a note.

Hestia,

You pathetic hag! Thanks to you and your Pathfinders, my assistant Nefti and I took one of Taldor’s greatest treasures. Don’t waste your time trying to track us, by now we sail on open waters, bound for a relic’s auction. Thanks for making us incredibly rich.

The one who bested you,
Kafarp

Ryster stands, mouth agog. Why that little sneaky bastard! I never woulda guessed! Now I don't have an excuse to hit the brothel, damn him!

Rhyno reads the note, frowning. He then puls out a scrap of paper from his scroll case and in big letters, punching through the paper at times, he writes: KILL KAFARP

Chronicles will go out tonight. Roll day jobs please.

Day Job check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Day Job Craft Alchemy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Folio Reroll: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24 That's a little better.

None for me.

Sen stays sexy, investigating the Kyonin tradition of waxing and maybe a brothel. No day job. I've got a 2-star day job roll for anyone if they want it.

"No honor among thieves, eh?" Sen chuckles. He then looks to the dwarf. "What you actually need a reason to go to a cathouse? Weird."

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