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Untir looks extremely perplexed. "I sense the presence of undeads in front of us. But strangely enough, the aura is emanating from the brazier on the table! It escapes me for now, but does anyone have a clue how that could be?"
Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, he turns to Lebraerio. "Could you reset the trap behind us?"
He then very cautiously approaches the brazier, ready to channel energy against undeads.
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Hoprah spends the first 3 rounds concentrating on her Detect Magic spell.
Unfortunately, although she recognizes that the shards of what could have been a red jewel on the table in the center of the room are magical, her Knowledge of Arcana fails her in this moment and she is not able to learn more. However, she alerts her comrades, some of whom are also knowledgable about Arcana, to investigate. "My friends, this is odd. These red shards on the table are clearly magical, but they somehow emanate both a strong and a weak aura, How peculiar. If only I had studied the Arcane more thoroughly, perhaps I would know more about it. I wonder if it is the remnants of the sage jewel we seek?"
With the remaining two rounds before the group following enters the room, she uses the wand of Protection From Evil to cast it on herself and Robyyn. She also moves away from the entrance and over near the table where the shards are.
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As the moment passes, you wait in silence as the footsteps become more pronounce till the entrance to the chamber. "Boss, there's a trap!" You hear one of the voices proclaim followed by some shuffling noises and an audible click.
Soon a band of Ulfen strong men enter into the chambers lead by a bald bearded man carrying a greatsword. He looks visibly upset upon realising the pathfinders got here before him. "I demand to know who are you! And put back whatever you have found!" He bellows with a strong voice.
Behind him, he is followed by a beautiful ulfen unarmed woman, and three tough looking ulfen warriors carrying swords and shields.
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The Inquisitor recognizes the first and third person, but not the second.
Standing in plan sight, Tuthil chuckles ”Being late to rise make you late to work, Unless you intend to rob us of rightfully recovered artifacts, I don’t think you can make such demands! Go find your own ruins to investagate, these are already claimed!”
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Tuthil recognizes the leader to be a very strong man, a barbarian at heart. Meanwhile, the three behind him are likely superstitious mercenaries. Tuthil doesn't believe them to be in any way affiliated with the Aspis Consortium.
The ulfen calms himself but eyes the group suspiciously and decides to take a investigate at the ruins himself while his men stay close at the entrance. "Hmmm."
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Lebraerio manages to realise that the barbarians companion, the beautiful female ulfen, is likely a local celebrity .
Turning around, the barbarian introduces himself, "I apologise for my antics earlier, my name is Yjalk. I came here in search for a powerful weapon, in hopes it would aid me in my battle against a linnorm. But alas I see there is nothing here but ruin.." He says, with a hint of disspointment in his voice.
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Untir believes the man to be upfront and truthful in his conversations.
Turning every corner with disappointment, the ulfen starts to make his way back towards the entrance of the chamber, "Rumours from around where I came from said that a powerful artefact could be found here. Surely it has to be a weapon!" He tells. "But alas, my journey is not one that is fruitful." With that, he tells his team to pack up...
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This is... not what I expected out of the other party that we were racing. Nobody said Aspis... but they always work their way into Pathfinder business.
"Did you see any others on your way to this place? We were confident there were others on the way here, but you don't seem to be quite what we were expecting. You are not the enemies we expected. Perhaps we assumed too much, but perhaps our enemies still await us."
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Whilst in the midst of conversation with the treasure seekers, the room trembles, and the brazier of in the centre of the table ignites with emerald fire. A spectral form of a now disfigured/sick looking human rises from the flames. The spirit looks around the room with an agenda to kill. As it does, it raises it's hands and attempts to reanimate the bodies around the room. The corpses slowly rise and attempt to stitch themselves together but the magical power of the spectre is unable to hold most of them together as only one completes it's transformation. "Death, death, death.." The creature mutters repeatedly.
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Not one to fall under it's fascination, Tuthil points his hand and sends a ray of disrupt Undead {link} energy at the newly risen zombie
range touch attack to hit
positive energy.
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This isn't good. Robyyn backs up behind the pillar near him, trying to move as far away from the golem as he can. He continues on past the treasure seekers to hole up near Amun-Heth.
"Untir... does that thing have a mind? Can I work my hexes on it?"
Muttering small words while he waits for an answer, Robyyn gently taps the monk's shoulder, granting him guidance.
This spell imbues the subject with a touch of divine guidance. The creature gets a +1 competence bonus on a single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check. It must choose to use the bonus before making the roll to which it applies.
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Untir realises the creature that rose from the flames is known as an Allip. Those who fall prey to madness and take their own lives sometimes find themselves lost on the path to the afterlife, trapped in a state between life and death. These unfortunates suffer from the violent and incurable insanity they faced in life and take out their terror, confusion, and rage upon the living.
Allips babble incoherently and can cause one to fall into some sort of trance. However they are especially deadly as they can drive many to insanity by their touch , and reading their minds are especially dangerous (
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Realising the gravity of the situation with an undead ghost in hand, the pathfinders use every trick up their sleeves to try to immediately vanquish it. Untir creates a weapon made of pure force and magic which attempts to cut through the allip, while Hoprah follows suit by releasing force missiles. They hurt the creature as it continues to incoherently babble and mutter, as it eyes the group with a vengeance.
Tuthil attempts to cast a spell of his own but perhaps is distracted by the charging zombie like construct as his spell misses the beat, and Robyyn attempts to give Amun a little bit of a push.
And before Tuthil knows it, the Golem is up in his face! Swinging his arm in a wide arc, Tuthil dodges in time. But now the creature's foul stench comes into everyone's senses.
The allip floats ominously towards Lebraerio and attempts to suck his soul! The human flinches as the hand of the undead moves through his body causing him to question his own sanity.
Most of the treasure seekers hesitate, but the beautiful ulfen starts to sing tales of heroics! "The darkness now, in times of need, the heroes called, the hear our heed! As brave men march to save the day....."
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Untir feels his guts clench from the foul smell of the golem's rotting flesh but he holds himself together.
Moving to keep the allip in sight, he summons his spirits to tear through the undead, seeking to distract and harass the creature in all its actions.
Meanwhile, the wispy spear continues stabbing at the creature.
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The stench of the golem is mind-boggling. For one of noble birth such as Hoprah, it is barely imaginable. Yet, somehow, she manages to keep her lunch down and persevere.
Hoprah points her wand at the Allip and sends another bolt of force at it...
... and then moves to stand closer to her comrades. Safety in numbers, isn't that what they always say?
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Amun stares on towards the allip as he becomes captivated by the babbling.
With danger up in his face, Tuthil waste no time to react by withdrawing his sword to deliver a strong slash across the golem taking chunks of dead flesh off.
Untir once again turns to spirit magic summoning tiny wisps to fly around the allip in attempt to distract him. The allip is confused by this attempt thus falls ill to the misfortune of the wisp surrounding it.
On the other hand, the wisp seem to have affected the force weapon summoned earlier as it swings wildly without finding the allip.
Hoprah relies once more on her wand, releasing another missile that flies straight into the allip as it squeals in pain.
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Ignoring the stench, Robyyn starts running through different strategies in his mind, and keeps coming to dead ends that are no good against this kind of undead. My evil eye won't find purchase in an undead mind... none of the spells I've prepared have a chance... it's incorporeal, so even any physical attacks would be too ineffective!
Ahh! An idea comes to mind... that wand he'd found on that expedition so long ago. He retrieves it from his bag, but knows that he needs to find a better position from which to fire it. Digging it out took too long to adjust his position that much at the moment, but at least it was ready now. He calls upon his arcane guidance again, granting it to Lebraerio this time, stepping up to reach the investigator with a soft touch.
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With a little help from Robyyn, Lebraerio withstands the stench and holds his breath but hesitates in the face of danger. The allip takes opportune at this to swipe his hands once more through Lebraerio's body! The wisps doesn't seem to be able to hold him back this time around as the human slowly loses his sanity to incomprehensible thoughts of negativity.
On the other side of the room, Tuthil is put to the test against the carrion golem as he continues to pummel itself on to the dwarf. Flies and maggots fall out of the rotting corpses onto the inquisitor.
The bard continues singing her song as the rest watch on in horror unsure what to do.
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"Come, help us! They will go after you next if we go down!" Untir calls out to the hesitating would-be treasure hunters.
He immediately starts chanting under his breath, "අවාසනාවකට දහස් ගණනකගේ ශාපය ඔබ මත වැටෙනු ඇත...", which keeps his spirits continually harassing the allip.
Then almost without warning, another horde of spirits burst forth from him, and while they do little to everyone else, they tear through the allip, trying to tear apart its essence.
At the same time, the ghostly spear continues jabbing at the incorporeal undead.
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The Carrion proves to be a tricky opponent as Tuthil's swing misses. Hoprah doesn't falter among the distractions around her and continues to pursue taking down the undead through blasting magic missiles.
The wisp continue encircling the allip as Untir releases a burst of positive energy. The undead being is slightly affected but proves to be of very strong will keeping itself afloat still. It seems to move slower indicating some loss of power, but is clearly not yet ready to fall. It even moves away in anticipating of Lebraerio's attack.
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The spiritual weapon continues attacking the allip relentlessly whittling it down as the undead focuses it's efforts to slowly wear Lebraerio into madness. The human is filled with thoughts of existence, "Is this the real life? Or is this fantasy? Perhaps we are just puppets made for entertainment of others?"
While the majority of the group is focusing their efforts on the ghostly being, Tuthil single handily attempts to fend the carrion golem off as the construct continues it's rampage knocking the dwarf around.
As the singing of the beautiful ulfen intensifies, the leader of the group finally gets a hold of himself. "Dwarf, I shall come to help!" Moving himself alongside swinging his greatsword attempting to cause some sort of distraction!
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Untir growls under his breath that the incorporeal undead seems to be able to resist the distraction from his spirits. He continues chanting, keeping his spirits continually pestering the allip.
And once again, he releases another burst of divine spirits to plunge into the wispy form of the undead.
Meanwhile, the ghostly spear maintains its attack.
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Robyyn moves around to Lebraerio's far side, sliding between he and Amun to get a clear shot on the allip. He triggers his wand, sending a cone of bright hot flame washing over the allip.
A cone of searing flame shoots from your fingertips. Any creature in the area of the flames takes 1d4 points of fire damage per caster level (maximum 5d4). Flammable materials burn if the flames touch them. A character can extinguish burning items as a full-round action.