Among the belongings are: a scroll of fly, a scroll of gaseous form, a scroll of levitate, a cloak of resistance +1, a ring of protection +1, a masterwork longbow with 20 arrows, a potion of cure moderate wounds, 2 potions of endure elements, masterwork full plate, masterwork heavy steel shield, +1 warhammer, 2 warhammers, masterwork artisan's tools, a waterskin, 418 gp
You head south into a large columned hallway. A myriad of slender pillars, carved to represent human warriors clad in plate mail and holding a battleaxe grounded in front of them, hold aloft this chilly hallway's sagging ceiling. The air is barely above freezing here, but you see an elven woman clad scantily standing at the end of the room. You see no floor beyond where she stands but you can hear muttered voices coming from the darkness.
"Ah, Mortimus, it is about time you came. I see you have delivered what we asked of you," the elven woman says in a sultry voice as she holds up a thick tome. "The knowledge you sought to gain from Chalandra is contained within. We shall complete the promised exchange. But there is one minor thing left to do...kill them."
Initiative:
Round 1: Drago, Nicatha, Ylrhea, Mortimus, Vaeleus
"I knew it, you sleazy necromancer! You intended to sell us out all along!" the gnome exclaims. "You...and...and that tramp!"
Nicatha stretches out her hand she opens up a tiny rift above the elven woman and tiny, burning meteors fall through the rift onto her.
Mortimus does not fall prey to the elven woman's charms and Nicatha is fairly certain that this woman is lying about such an arrangement.
"The woman lies about the sleazy necromancer, Ylhrea. She is the more immediate threat."
Once again, his bloodlust rose to uncontrollable levels. Summoning up his power, he spoke with more force, "Qeelak Rifstejar." A wind whirled around him and he faded into nothingness.
Unsure of who is really friend or foe, fires at the elven woman.
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The attacks go through the elven woman and the image disappears. Her echoing laughter can be heard in the room.
"Did you really think I was that stupid to not have a plan?" the woman says. "I think it's time for one of your friends to say good-bye."
A vague ghostly shape appears in front of Ylrhea.
The gnome's face contorts in fear as she is reliving some unspeakable terror, but she manages to keep herself together to survive.
Round 2: Drago, Nicatha, Ylrhea, Mortimus, Vaeleus
Nicatha begs the spirits of the night to shield her from the elven woman, casting Sanctuary.
"Nicatha, can you summon something to track her by scent?" Drago asked as he moved to a new location and readied himself to blast her the minute she appeared.
"Yes."
As you ready your actions, you hear the muttered words of another spell echoing through the room.
Ylrhea readies her bow to fire at the first sign of the caster.
"She's in the corner over there," Ylrhea exclaims as she fires her bow.
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With the indication of where the Elf was located, Drago launched his spell.