Tiberius, down in his own blood, manages to stabilize his wounds.
Watching the wizard writhe on the ground, Umut laughs a joyful laugh. "Just die already!"
She orders the skeleton to "Kill" but they do not understand that she is talking about Tiberius. Hearing the bolstering song of the bard, Umut casts Bane, and directs her Spiritual Weapon to attack Sun. The shimmering blue scythe slashes out, but fails to damaged the aged druid.
Kendall, seeing Paige go down, claws at Methodios's face.
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Knowing that his weapons, and spells, will do little against the undead, Z'hor'll continues his inspirational speeches, "'Let the healing light of the sun burn out the darkness within you. Let your inner light be a
guide for others, and a searing flame against unrepentant evil!' Passage from The Birth of Light and Truth, holy book of the Dawnflower!"
Knowing that the cleric of the Pallid Princess (rather than the Dawnflower, it appears) will not likely be vulnerable to his hideous laughter spell, he instead tries to trip her with a hydraulic push in trip mode.
A wave of water crashes over the cleric, knocking her prone
Prone: The character is lying on the ground. A prone attacker has a –4 penalty on melee attack rolls and cannot use a ranged weapon (except for a crossbow). A prone defender gains a +4 bonus to Armor Class against ranged attacks, but takes a –4 penalty to AC against melee attacks.
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Looking at the fallen wizard at his feet, Sun is torn between getting his friend back up on his feet or keeping pressure on the foes in front of him. The choice is made for him when he sees the breathing of the fallen ally level out. I can take out this nearest skeleton first then tend to Tiberius I think.Perhaps the better fights can swing around faster and take out Umut if these skeletons were gone too. He thinks to himself while raising his hand to blast lightning at the same skeleton, keeping his scimitar and shield at the ready knowing it might step up at any moment.
Again, lightning arcs from the old druid. It enters Nina's body, exits, enters again, and blows out the top of her smooth, white skull. She crumbles into a heap of still bones.
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The human steps over his fallen comrade and delivers a crushing blow to Umut. Though she is bleeding profusely, she still lives. Seeing her bone exposed on her upper thigh from the deep gash, she smiles as her physical apperance begins to mimic her goddess, Urgathoa.
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Seeing that Kendall has already taken a swipe at Arthrax, Methodios uses the distraction to also slip away. He drops the lucerne hammer and draws his axe as he approaches, knowing that the reach will be of less use in these tight quarters.
"Lovely to meet you at last," says Methodios, totally failing at sarcasm, "Now meet my Axe. I haven't named it yet, but how about... 'Dawnreaver'? Has a nice ring to it. Let's see how it does."
The verbal introduction over, Methodios has a go at a physical one.
As Methodios begins his soliloquies, Umut's eyes bulge as she sees the axe descend towards her face. Methodios splits her head like a ripe melon, spraying blood and grey matter all around.
The Pathfinders quickly dispatch of the last skeleton, and just as the bloody skeleton starts to come back to life, Methodios pulls out his vial of holy water and sprinkles it on the skeleton's reforming frame, killing it again, for the last time.
As they search the body, the find a potion of Cure Light Wounds, which they use to revive Tiberius.
They also find a silver unholy symbol of Pharasma, and a silver unholy symbol of Urgathoa.
They make their way back to the Manor, where they find Aaqir commanding a group of servants.
Looking at their battered bodies, Aaqir quickly guesses at what has transpired. "Umut? Really? That cannot be. I will find out what caused her to turn her back on all that was right in the world."
Dearest Pathfinders,
It seems that Umut was dreadfully ambushed on the way to the funeral services by a cleric of Urgathoa named Shirin. It appears that her entire purpose was to further her dread patroness' evil missives by disrupting our funeral.
You have my everlasting thanks,
Aaqir
"Well, since you have been gone, I have been speaking individually with each of the merchants. With the exception of Passad, all seem eager to further discuss our business propositions. Rest assured, I will be contacting your venture-captains to expound on your abilities."
With that, Aaquir gives them a slight bow and heads off to re-arrange the funeral procedures for his dear departed mentor.
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Tiberius still feels the sting of the spiritual scythe in his back. Uncle Karela was right, I should stay out of battles. At least from honest battles.. The Varisian cannot help but smile when the image of the Sczarni leader conjures into his mind. At least some business was made here, so it was not wasted time.
"Thank you, Trade Prince. And good luck with the business negotiations with the merchants."