Overwhelmed by the flaming arrows, Zarzuket goes limp and drifts toward the floor of the Great Room.
If the other archers were within 15' of Mary, they provoked for shooting, and she does have combat reflexes.
Gregor's mace crunches into the shoulder of his opponent. The man flinches in pain, dropping his bow. He draws a gleaming short sword from his hip and sneers at the inquisitor only to be joined by his surviving companion. The pair quickly flank Gregor and bring their blades to bear.
The man in Mary's grip squirms feebly while the other two continue to flee.
Mary will continue to play with her toy.
drop archer
power attack, haste (forgot to include this before)
"Someone screaming down in armory!"
Mary rends her victim limb from limb.
Moving with arcane alacrity, Butyl reaches the armory in seconds. The doors are closed tight and when he reaches for the handle he finds that they will not open. The woman's screams can be heard clearly from this distance.
Two of Markavious's acidic rays miss their mark, deeply scoring the balcony's carpets. One connects eliciting a scream of pain from the already wounded archer.
With a single word of power, Zarzuket whisks himself and two of his companions through space, past the intervening doors, into the armory.
A tall elf with long white hair wearing a fashionable powder blue silk shirt stands at the center of the lodge’s Armory. He wears a rapier at his side and holds the Pale Maiden in his left hand, his wide smile creasing his handsome face from ear to ear. Four human men dressed in red leather armor menace three dead or dying servants of the Woodsedge Lodge, who cluster near the doors where the party arrived. Two similarly garbed gnomes cavort atop the long tables near the center of the room, cackling as their hands overflow with plundered knick-nacks from among the room’s many magical items. One of these twisted creatures holds a candy-striped rod in your direction, while the other rears back with two tiny black beads in his hand.
“How dare you outsiders stand in the way of the People getting revenge against these enemies of the Revolution?” the elf sneers. As he moves his form blurs and a flames shimmer off of him.
With a flurry of blows Gregor finishes off his wounded opponent and then quickly brings down the other.
In the armory, the robbers attack!
At a barked command from the elf in the fancy shirt, the thugs menacing Eliza's servants withdraw. Once their allies are clear, the gnomes aim their stolen trinkets at the doors while cackling maniacally.
The well-dressed elf smirks with satisfaction and levels the Pale Maiden at the party while a spell forms on his lips.
Upstairs in the guest room, Mary loses track of the surviving archers.
Hindered by the sleeting ice, neither Mother nor Mary quite make it to the sealed doors.
Butyl becomes trapped in a translucent sphere when the first bead explodes among the party.
Gregor zips over to the armory doors to find them sealed shut.
Whatever magics were being used to seal the door shut quickly give way to the power of Gregor's faith.
With one interloper fallen and another trapped, the well-dressed elf is left to focus on Markavious.
"You can't hide from me. You can't hide from justice!" he shrieks before chanting a spell that causes he eyes to glow with a soft light. "There!" he shouts to his men while pointing directly at Markavious.
The thugs drops their blades, ready shortbows, and fire. The gnome with the colorful rod continues to cackle while aiming it blindly.
Assuming she is close enough, Mary will head into the room (if there is room).
She will try to claw and grab the leader.
Ok, on a double(with haste) move I can get in there, but I'm unsure what the 's's are and if I can get past them.
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What are mark's surface thoughts? You get hit with a detect thoughts (no save).
Something about what crappy security this lodge provides and who the hell these guys are.
Markavious moves above Shade and casts Wall of Force Straight down from Z-1 to Z-9 Splitting there forces in half...Hopefully
EDIT: I just read that Mary is up on blue shirt
"We are the will of the Revolution!" the gnome cackles as it sifts through Mark's thoughts. "We are justice! We are Galt's future!"
Moving like a bullet, Mary charges into the room and past the assembled attackers to confront the elf in charge. Mark's invisible wall of force springs up a moment later, nearly splitting the room in half.
All three manage to shield their eyes in time to avoid being blinded by Butyl's bright spell. Other than a moment of blurry vision, the burst of light looks to have had no effect on the robbers.
The elf appears bewildered as Gregor's enchanted mace cracks him upside the head. He comes to his senses quickly enough but, between being wounded and Mary drooling on his forehead, his resolve falters.
"Delay these interlopers as long as you can. They cannot be allowed to interfere with the Revolution!" he says with less bravado than last time.
With a *POP* the elf and his silk shirt vanish from sight.
Sharing their leader's level of conviction, the human thugs ignore their orders and try to flee from the hole in the western wall. The two on the east side painfully blunder into the wall of force first before they make it outside. The gnomes don't even try to flee. They cackle one last time before putting their hands in the air. "We surrender!"
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"Is everyone okay?" a ragged Eliza shouts as she stumbles in from the Great Room. "Gods above, the last thing I expected was an attack by the Red Raven." Seeing her servants injured and dying she crouches by some of them to provide comfort.
Osprey appears a moment later and touches the venture captain with a healing spell. "I doubt any of us expected something like that."
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"Of course not...why would a society that collects the most powerful artifacts in the world; sometimes acquiring them by questionable means, ever expect to be attacked by power hungry outsiders?" Gregor shakes his head and wishes he didn't always speak what he thinks. "Looks like we've got some wounded to see to..."
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"Adril Hestram is slain, and Zarzuket is missing, but I imagine his body will reappear shortly. Do you have the resources on hand to resurrect them if I prepare the necessary spells tomorrow?"
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"I'm sure there's enough diamond dust scattered throughout the lodge", Eliza answers as she closes the eyes of one of her dead servants. "In the meantime we should gather the dead, see what can be done for the wounded, and make sure there's no more attackers in hiding. I leave questioning whatever survivors can be counted among the attackers to you."
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"I'm sure there's enough diamond dust scattered throughout the lodge", Eliza answers
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Mother has Mary go back into the main room and try to help clean up the mess while she supervises.