Kioshi hits the blue banner.
Round 1:
Meux
Ylania
Kioshi
Sek
Red Banner
Blue Banner -2
Edwin
Kamishah
Sek’s arrow hits.
Ylania’s spell misses.
Round 1:
Meux
Ylania
Kioshi
Sek
Red Banner
Blue Banner -9
Edwin
Kamishah
Meux waits to see what the banners will do.
Blue banner wafts towards Edwin and attacks.
Red banner floats over and attacks Ylania.
Round 1 & 2
Ylania
Kioshi
Sek
Red Banner
Blue Banner -9
Meux
Edwin
Kamishah
Kioshi hits blue!
Round 1 & 2
Ylania
Kioshi
Sek
Red Banner
Blue Banner -12
Meux
Edwin
Kamishah
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Meux waits as the banners predictably move into his radius.
He pulls out his holy symbol, nudging Kamishah along the way,
"Excuse me while i whip this out!"
He presents the holy symbol between the stance of the formidable Mwangi,
"I, the baddest Meux Feux, faithful servant of The Mountain Lord, Yamatsumi, rebuke you both as your brother before!"
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After a loud crack and a ripple of arcane energy, silence falls across the museum as the construct guards freeze in place and haunted relics drop to the ground. Nigel’s voice rings out, magically projected throughout the museum: “We’ve disabled the magical security measures. Since we haven’t found the thieves yet, they must be hiding in my third-story study. Please subdue them; they have much to answer for!”
Nigel Aldain’s announcement echoes through a museum littered with shattered clockwork and toppled exhibits. There’s no question that the Pathfinders have quelled the building’s defenses, and perhaps the peaceful silence will set whoever hides on the third floor at ease.
Seeing the banners fall and hearing that the wards on the office have been dropped, you hurry up to the third floor.
The mahogany walls and domed, plaster ceiling both show signs of heavy damage. Most of the luxurious furniture and the crystal chandelier are intact. The contents of cabinets and bookcases lie strewn about the floor. A small wooden panel near the door hangs open, revealing an arcane sigil covered in scorch marks.
A Kellid woman dressed in furs with intricate scars all over her body steps forward. She holds a hand up and says, “Stay back. We are members of the Twinhorn following, and we have only come to retrieve what was stolen from us.”
A towering figure steps forward; his translucent red form is that of a man clad in heavy armor and wielding twin warhammers. “Medda, they must be in league with the thieves; they should die for crossing us.” The man’s voice sounds hollow and unnaturally loud, and as he speaks, the chandelier glows with a dull light.
The woman, Medda, puts a hand on the figure’s arm and says, “Maybe we should give them a chance to explain themselves, Anok.”
They look nervously at you, trying to judge your mood.
The woman replies “We would prefer a peaceful solution.”
“We have come from our lands up north to retrieve our most precious heirloom that the Blakrose people stole from us. Provided you will allow us to take it, there is no need for battle.”
The translucent figure angrily shouts “The curator?!?!”
Looking towards the woman, it then says “I told you they were in league with the thieves! We should slay them now!”
Medda is quick to command “Stop, Anok!”
Looking to your group, she explains “These Blakros people stole our most precious heirloom.”
Medda retrieves a bundle of bloody bandages, then unwraps it to reveal a dagger hilt with only the fragment of a black blade. “It belonged to Ivvora, a champion of Vildeis who vanquished the great black evil from our land over 900 years ago. We kept it safe until the Blakros agents stole it three months ago.”
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Kamishah tucks his flail away at his belt, stepping forward to the translucent man that matches him in height. "I do not know much of this curator. All I have seen of him is weakness and cowardice. If this dagger is truly yours, we will punish him for his transgression. If not, I will gladly battle you for the right to own it."
“Stop! That doesn’t look right!” Medda calls out. Anok raises his weapon.
“Please, please one at a time!”
Medda gives Anok a look, and he sheaths his weapon again.
Medda responds with forced calm, “We are from the northern lands—the Realm of the Mammoth Lords to you southerners. Our following, or tribe, has been searching for our stolen heritage for months.”
She makes a gesture and the two other humans with her calm down a little,
“The heirloom is a dagger left us by Ivvora to use as part of a ritual in order to contain a great evil.”
Anok adds that “Ivvora was a scourge against evil, a true friend, a dwarf, and a devotee of Vildeis. Choose your own answer.”
Anok glares at Kioshi as he explains “When the metal men attacked us, Ivvora’s spirit called through the hilt to her allies’ armaments. She protects us, even now.”
Medda adds “We know of no other intruders, but we are not thieves. We reclaim only what was stolen from us.”
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The translucent Kellid warrior, Anok, is an ectoplasmic being, is a manifested phantom. [Medium outsider(phantom)] His weapons and armor are translucent as well, so probably not something you could sunder or disarm.
For every 5 that you beat the DC, you may ask for one piece of information from this list.
Medda takes a few steps back into the room, giving your group room to move in. Anok stays between Medda and your group.
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"Okay, I understand now that you are the ones that set off the alarms of the museum. Please be assured that we can help you. If we tell Nigel, the curator, that it is of such importance for you to return the dagger to fight a great evil then he will surely comply with your request. You could have just knocked and told him that. That would have been easier. Let us go out and talk to him." Kioshi says nonchalantly.
With a sigh, Medda says "You don't understand, we tried that. That Nigel man refused. He said he did not honor ‘seller’s remorse'.”
When asked about the purchase, Anok responds in his deep, booming and hollow voice, “They came into our camp asking about Ivvora. Medda gave them shelter and told Ivvora’s story, but we would not part with the hilt. The next morning the hilt and the Blakros agents were gone. We tracked it here, to this building.”
Medda adds, “You ask for proof. It is bound to me.” She grasps the hilt tightly, then her eyes begin to glow with a brilliant white light as her scars begin to seep thin rivulets of blood. “Does that answer your question?”
Medda instructs here warriors "Gather your gear. It seems we will need to delay longer, explaining ourselves to yet more of these southerners." The two warriors sling their bows and start gathering their gear.
Medda seems willing to continue the discussion.
At Ylania's question, Medda and Anok look to each other for a moment puzzled.
Medda repeats "It is bonded to me. I just demonstrated that."
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Having listened to everything, Meux interjects,
"Maybe we should all leave this room, go downstairs, and present the argument to those who carry authority in this area. I am sure a rational and fair solution can be attained. I doubt you will be leaving without presenting your argument to them anyways."
Just as Meux says that, the chandelier starts shaking and then falls to the ground!
Anok is caught in the area and pushed back! In spite of all the flying debris, he is uninjured.
Out of the debris a roiling wave of flesh gushes forward. Amid the fatty surge wriggle half-formed limbs and a dripping tumorous face. It appears quite angry.
The shapeless mass of quivering flesh in front of you is a Lemure, the least of devilkind. This one, however, looks larger and more advanced than most. What spark of instinct or memory lingers on within a lemure's semi-consciousness regularly shapes its features to mimic those of its tormentors or the tortured souls around it. Grotesque and useless, a lemure's features speak nothing of what it once was.
For every 5 that you beat the DC, you may ask for one piece of information from this list.
Medda warns her warriors "Stay back!" then looks to Edwin and asks "Will your group help destroy this foul creature?"