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Nari steps into the room, the smell almost overwhelming.
"Ya, nope, not happening. I'll wait out here. Let me know if we are going to make a run for that staircase. Else I'll be out here playing with Timid." Nari exclaims, a small head popping up from her backpack curiously at his name being called.
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Random laughs at Omorose's crack about the weight of Jaysin's ego. He follows along silently, trusting their search of the temple.
"Yes, that is not good. I'm starting to agree with Nari - we are encountering way too much fungus. I wonder if we have enough prestige to request our next mission be someplace sunny with a beach? We've done a couple missions for the Society already..."
Random dutifully searches the room, since the smell doesn't seem to affect him too much.
Phyton starts to heave, then catches himself. Under control once more, he walks into the room.
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Omorose gags, but manages to control herself enough not to vomit, and swiftly uses her magical sleeves to transform her clothing into a set with a heavy veil. Steeling herself she conducts her usual thorough search of the room, unable to summon the humour to join in with the banter while in this stench.
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Yes, very funny. Jaysin simply rolls his eyes at the latest attempt at cleverness.
Jaysin doubles over as he attempts to go near the room. Turning different shades of a color not normally seen on human skin, the fighter backs out of the room, violently swinging his arms in an attempt to clear the hallway of those in his way. There must be another... way around. How can you people stomach such filth? Must be your upbringing.
No one finds anything of interest in the kitchen.
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Random shrugs at Jaysin's discomfort and finishes looking around the kitchen. He tries the door leading to the ledge they'd seen from the other ledge. Finally, he returns, ready to follow the weak-stomached fighter to whichever stairs he'd like to use to go up. "Don't forget, there was rooms below the workshop. It was too dark for me to tell if there was anything down there, but if we're trying to explore the whole floor before we check upstairs..."
Dozens of whirling, twitching humanoids fill the massive chamber, dressed in outlandish costumes. Masked derros madly waltz about, ducking in and out of the light shed by a few battered candelabra. Others wave banners of tattered cloth or whirl feeble, guttering torches, their dim light an unnatural blood red. Some mites wind between the derros’ legs in a chaotic mimicry of peasants’ country dances, while other intoxicated mites awkwardly gather dirty plates and goblets from tables. More creatures crowd an elevated gallery at the chamber’s east end and appear to be a mockery of an orchestra, each musician vying to outdo his fellows in thunderous cacaphony.
A handful of human bodies lie sprawled among the dancing creatures in the middle of the room.
Perched on a throne of carved alabaster, a nightmarish looking elven woman enjoys her degenerate followers' drugged revelry. Her face is covered in thick layers of white ceruse makeup and pale linen robes shroud her form. As you enter the other end of the hall she calls above the din, "Come to join the party?" The reveling mites and derros don't seem to notice you but she certainly has.
Lady Morilaeth suddenly pops and there appear to be two of her. She then removes a scroll from a pouch on her belt.
Phyton casts a spell and blesses the party, then moves into the room.
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What the blazes is all this nonsense? Upon hearing the woman's invitation and then seeing her split into two, Jaysin shakes his head and decides to take action. Alright, if there is two of you, I'll just shoot you both.
Jaysin will move up in order to get within range and fire on arrow at the one on the "left", however the distance is still formidable and the arrow sails wide.
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"Oooh party? I do enjoy a good party. I've heard that Fey throw some incredible parties" Nari exclaims hopefully, subtly letting her companions know this is no normal elf in front of them.
"Let have some fun shall we!" She yells glancing at Manzcar, and then begins a joyous giggling , a subtle essence of magic infused in her comment and laughing.
Fortune Hex:
The target can call upon this good luck once per round, allowing him to reroll any ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check, taking the better result. He must decide to use this ability before the first roll is made.
Phyton blesses the party.
Jaysin's arrow flies off to the side and nearly hits a derro who is busy clubbing and too hopped up on narcotics to take notice.
Nari gives Manzcar good fortune.
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"Where are you all going? Am I the only one here with any sense?! We've just wandered into an orgy of enemies dancing around their sacrifices, and you all want to push right into the middle of them? The line between hedonism and violence here is as thin as Jaysin's silly little moustache." Random groans as if in pain as he pushes himself to follow. He draws an arrow and fires at the orgy's hostess.
Omorose moves up amidst the party while Random sends an arrow flying against the wall. Manzcar moves up.
Lady Morilaeth walks down from her podium into the midst of the revelers. Suddenly she takes on a dark appearance. Most of the derros and mites in the room suddenly snap out of their drunken stupor and begin screaming, trying to flee the room to get away from her presence.
Lady Morilaeth then screams “You will dream of me!” and falls over, dead.
If you are level 2, you are not affected.
If you are level 1, make a DC 14 Will save or become panicked for rounds.
Nari then moves up and cackles.
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What happened to her? Jaysin yells out to the others closer to the woman. Is she dead? What killed her? Jaysin will double move, all the while scanning the area for an assassin or some other means that could have killed the woman. I don't want to be next.
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"A bit of a killjoy, isn't she?" Random remarks to the fleeing derro and mites that pass by, ignoring him. Crap. It got Omorose.
Random scans the scene of the spellcaster, and decides that the group can handle a dead woman, especially with the great Jaysin. Cue the necrophilia joke.
Omorose, however, might get herself into trouble during her irrational retreat. Random chases after her and tries to grab her when he catches up.
Phytin moves further into the room, trying to get closer to the fallen woman.
Manzcar stays on the defensive.
Nari continues to move up and cackle.
Jaysin moves up closer to the dead woman.
Omorose drops her dagger and runs away screaming.
Random follows her out and grabs ahold of her before she can get too far.
Phyton moves up closer.
Lady Morilaeth still lies on the ground dead.
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What is wrong with her? Stop her! What the hell is going on? Jaysin begin to wonder what exactly is going on here. Why did she run away in fear of a dead body? Jaysin will shoot the corpse with an arrow.
Look! See? Dead! Why are you running away like a little girl? Who was this woman, anyway? Why are these derros running around?
Phyton moves ever closer and casts another spell.
"She's not really dead!"
Nari moves up and continues to laugh to herself.
Despite her defensive position lying on the floor, The Greatest Archer of Golarion puts an arrow into the crazy elven woman, popping her image.
Phyton moves up and reveals her ruse.
Manzcar continues on the defensive.
Omorose continues to cower in the corner
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The elven woman rises from her false death and channels the dark energy of her goddess. "Behold Lamashtu's wrath!" she calls out.
Phyton steps up and attacks with his halberd.
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"No no no adlaat! Adlat! Adlat, al nashar iman! Alat, ira ira, adlat!" Omorose screams hysterically trying to break the grapple and sobbing as her ever present long gloves ride up revealing terrible burnt flesh like parchment, brittle, pale, and fragile.
Nari goes running away in a panic.
Phyton lays his weapon into the woman!
With an arrow to the chest, Jaysin puts her down!
Manzcar runs up and finishes her off!
Lady Morilaeth carried a potion of cure light wounds, scroll of aid, masterwork breastplate, masterwork buckler, dagger, masterwork longbow with 20 arrows, cold iron rapier, antitoxin, blackened silver holy symbol of Lamashtu, noblewoman’s robes, 4 parchment pages filled with Lamashtu holy scripts, silver necklace (100 gp value), silver ring bearing Lamashtu’s symbol (50 gp value), and a spell component pouch.
The other derros and mites have all fled and are too scared or drugged out to oppose you.
Someone's yellowed bones lie draped over a chair in a corner of the gallery. An iron signet ring with a rune still sits on one bony finger and a rusty iron bracelet holds more luminous pearls. Masterwork stoneworker's chisels lie in a satchel by the skeleton's feet.
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With some investigation, you can discover two secret doors on the northern wall that lead to the chute you found below and the staircase in the kitchen.
There is also a doorway behind her throne.
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Seeing the clarity return to Omorose's eyes, Random takes another peek around the corner to see where the other shrieking woman is headed. He's nearly run over as she comes down the corridor, but he reaches out, trying to prevent her from running into the midst of the retreating derro and mites.
He keeps Nari safe until she recovers from the woman's magic, looking over his shoulder to see that the others have dropped the woman for real, this time. When Nari recovers, he gives her a pat on the head, picks up his bow, and joins the others as they finish searching the woman.
"Which god is that? The god of mite sex? I mean, she was just sitting up there, watching the orgy of derros and mites! Now that's sick!"
Random walks over and regards the dead humans. "This is pretty sick, too, I guess. I wonder who they are?"
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Somebody calm those women down, please! The threat has been defeated thanks to me and these fine fellows here. Jaysin spots the door behind the throne. Seems the only other place to examine is beyond there. Would someone care to lead the way? Perhaps more spoils of victory lie on the other side! With a flourish, Jaysin readies another arrow and strides toward the door, waiting for someone to lead the way.
Once everyone has finished investigating the room and the human bodies, Jaysin will clear his throat loudly as if to remind the party that there is more to discover.
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Omorose pulls her gloves up and takes a few steadying breaths, still pale, before nodding and moving forward. She takes the scroll of aid, if nobody objects, remaining silent and begins to help searching with her usual thoroughness.
When they have found everything she moves over to examine the door behind the throne for traps and attempt sto open it.
Omorose does not notice any traps on the door.