Bariel rarely makes plans outside of his sphere, and will leave the war plans to those suited for such. He is content to fill his role. As such, he has no personal plans for the following day aside from what others might ask of him. Getting to know his fellow champions would be his plan, should there be any white space in his time.
Roseras bothers Barid during his watch. She's remarkably level-headed at the moment, speaking in the tone a normal person would. The other people do not get to sleep, but some do get a little nap.
"They're not going to find you tonight. But I had thought you'd make use of the night, to avoid the sun, like the rest of us. What will you do in the coming days? I foresaw your arrival, and that you would defeat the demons- but is that all? Some thought you to be our saviors in all ways."
One of the people interject. "They will deliver us from hell."
Roseras looks apologetically to Barid. "Pay them no further mind. When we are free from the demons, we will rebuild."
"I think that we will make use of the nights, but the timing of our arrival has thrown things off just a bit. As well, though; it gives us a chance to build up a fortification of sorts here that the refugees can fall back to if needed. As for what order we take to ensure this city's survival, I think we will need to work out some kind of plan. It is far easier to plan than to just make it up as you go. Also, more successful." He smiles at Roseras, but in the back of his mind, he thinks, Just how far can we trust this woman and is she trying to suss out our plans...
Yes we should be safe here at least for now. Let us use the night to operate.
Immediately prior to resting Belsiard plays 5 more rounds of music to charge his harp a little, then he sleeps.
Upon awaking
Perhaps while we are out tonight we can gather some supplies to make things a bit more comfortable here. He says stretching.
Immediately prior to resting Belsiard plays 5 more rounds of music to charge his harp a little, then he sleeps.
Upon awaking
Perhaps while we are out tonight we can gather some supplies to make things a bit more comfortable here. He says stretching.
"What did you have in mind?"
Blankets, pillows, wenches, wine. You know the basic omforts in life.
"Barid and I could see what we could root out. I don't have a particularly stellar way to bring back a large supply, however, unless I can borrow a magic bag from someone. Or did you mean buy these things?"
Does not matter, how much could it possibly cost? Anyhow lets just keep an eye out when we go out.
"Are we planning any excursions tonight?
Yes time to claim the cauldron. Once that is done we need to remove the Hope Reaper
Before the night is through, three of the people leave quietly. Two come back by morning, carrying what little they can to help provide food for the group. The third rushes in as the sun rises, only minutes before the heat rapidly intensifies like an oven. The day is long- distant echoes of shouts once in a while break the silence outside. Twice, lesser demons arrive to test your defenses during the morning, but you make quick work of them both without trouble. Roseras reverts to the half-maddened state after the first attack, calming only when exhaustion forces her to sleep in the early afternoon. Even out of the direct sunlight, it seems clear that their sanity suffers during the day.
With the coming of the night, Roseras offers to procure comforts for the group... if she could just have a few coin. Gems won't do. Too many are traps, ready to take a greedy soul. Untainted gems are good, though there are cursed coins too.
After dealing with her, your group sets out to the dark streets to bring back the cauldron. Following the lead of Bariel and Barid, you are able to evade delays on the way there. Observing from a short distance, the same unpleasant and bulky demon from yesterday (identified as a Hezrou by Xaikon, Tarwas, and Ynaeve) lingers in front of the building. The stone construction looks sturdy and has survived the years of demonic occupation well. The hezrou demon notices your presence while the group assesses the situation from about 100 feet off. Its common speech has a deep, barely intelligible accent sounding like the voice of an abyssal aberration.
*blurg*... There? You two *glurp*... here to feed?
It waddles a few steps on short legs toward the group while speaking- and stops abruptly, as though recognizing your role.
*Ghuhh!* Wait! I am Zeurhoz... Zeurhoz lets you do your will, and in doing so will be free. *blurg* ... Peace.
By what you can readily see now, Zeurhoz is too weak to pose a challenge.
Come here.
Belsiard takes out his harp and plays soothing music.
Barid scratches his head as the demon passes, "I'm not real sure what to make of that," he says to Bariel. Perhaps if the demon is still around after we get this done, I might have a little sport, after all...
The demon becomes enraptured by the music for a moment, then falls over. Its body rolls a little, letting a disgusting series of deflatulations. Nothing else seems to be bothered by its shouting.
"This is quite a strange place. We should be careful."
False Life
Overland Flight
Ablative Barrier
Pulling at her armor, she tries to get it shifted to a better position.
yeah, the entire world is like that now. Ynaeve smiles in gest, let us make haste before we are discovered to be away from the warehouse.
What do you want to do with that Demon? Any reason not to kill it?
"every reason to kill it."
"Who gets the honor?"
I'll flip for you two sneaky stabby fellows.
bel takes out a copper and flips it.
"Who are you calling a 'sneaky stabby fellow?' Barid says with a wry grin. "I prefer to be known as a 'professional extractor of inanimate objects of fine value.'
Barid takes out Cotumo, pulls his cotton tunic up to his nose to staunch the worst of the expected smell, and performs a Coup de Grace
I always considered those with a penchant for sneaking as being "purveyors of wealth redistribution through creative acquisition methodologies through the utilization of abstruse and esoteric value assessment processes."
"and I'm more slashy than stabby."
I don't really want to get any of that goo on me. Anything worth keeping on it?
The single blow easily ends the life of the demon on this plane. Its nauseous aroma only worsens with the massive injury. None the less, you find a dusty rose prism ioun stone (+1 insight AC) wedged into its flesh. Whoever removes it must make a Fortitude save (DC 24) or be nauseated for 5 minutes.
The building stands quiet. Ynaeve finds a simple alarm set at the front entrance, but from outside there is nothing else to be seen. You can enter from the front or the hidden entrance on the roof.
CAsting mage hand, Ynaeve attempts to yank the stone free, without getting too close...
if that does not work bel moves forward and tears it out
if bel winds up with it he tosses it to Tarwas. you took a beating last time this might help.
"Thank you for the thought, but I've already have one of those."
The stone proves to need more than Mage Hand can provide, and Belsiard prys it out.
do either of you need it? Hhow bout you (naeve?
More armor is always hard to turn down.
Belsiard launches it at Ynaeve, it stops and buzzes around her.
Shall we?
"Sure, front or back?"
"Always back, fewer witnesses there."
Following your lead gentlemen.
Belsiard readies his crossbow just in case and sneaks allowing the sneakier types to take the lead.
[ooc]Stealth
I prefer getting in the back... Ynaeve has fly active and she floats over the heads of the others, keeping an eye on the air above them. Whispering back to the others, and if any of you are tempted to look up my skirt, remember there are pigeons in my family tree.
Bariel follows the lead of the others, sneakily looking for traps.
Ascending to the roof, you make your way into the hidden room above the cauldron. The trapdoor just over the cauldron is still unattended. Ynaeve detects a moderate magical aura over the cauldron, but fails to identify its magical properties. You detect an illusion magic is the most potent magic by the cauldron. The small blue fires prove to be permanent dancing lights. No other magical auras or traps or demons seem to be present. The room is roughly 30' x 20', the cauldron 10' from the wall opposite the double doors 20' away. The doors and cauldron are at the center of the room otherwise.
Still, only the dim fires around the cauldron provides illumination, unless you specify otherwise.
Assuming Belsiard sees no one around he will Expend 2 Mythic points to cast Mythic Invisibility (cannot be detected by see invis, glitterdust, blindsense, tremor sense, etc)
Then he will click his boots of flying and slowly fly down to explore, assuming that his compatiriots are with him.
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Whispering to the others, does anyone else think it weird that the trap door is directly over the cauldron? I'm picking up some illusion magic near the cauldron. And more, an aura I am unfamiliar with...
Before moving into the room, she studies the magic some more, Could it be?... but that's merely legend, though I know not what else, the 9th ray?
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Yes it is. When we are all in place I will dispel whatever Illusion is there.
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that B is Bariel
Being told that there are unidentified aura, Tarwas also casts Detect Magic and tries to identify them.
Then he tries to hide again and flies down into the room.
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