Here was the initiative block. I should develop a better system to keep track of and display who's turn it is.
Block 1: Exitium, Pizzmic, Alia, Narvik
Block 2: Spider and Maurit
Block 3: Sunic, Ralklain, Wuliem
Sunic did the fist strike.
Wuliem threw the arm.
Ralklain ? - what did you do?
Exitium attacks and misses.
So, Ralklain, if he hasn't gone for the last turn.
Then Pizzmic, Alia (paralyzed), and Narvik (delaying)
Then Maurit.
Sorry about any confusion.
Pizzmic aims valiantly and likely would have hit, but for needing to avoid hitting Sunic.
The ghoul Maurit tries to bite Exitium, and just lands a vicious bite on the tiger.
Taking down the fearsome tiger, Maurit spins around with both claws slashing at the monk.
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Sunic feels the ghoul's claws rake across his abdomen ... but at least he can still move.
The sling stone misses ... confidently, but fortunately Sunic just manages to connect with another powerful blow of his fist and the creature, Maurit the ghoul, collapses in a heap.
As you look on with satisfaction at your hard fought victory, it seems from the face of the ghoul - though twisted and gray by the curse of undeath - that she is satisfied, too.
As you search the body, you find three potions, leather armor, a dagger, a shortbow, a set of masterwork thieves tools, and an opal worth 200 gp.
You find 30 gp and a pearl.
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Sunic rests beside Maurit on his butt with both forearms resting on the ends of his knees. He sighs slightly with relief beofre his mouth resembles the bitter taste that he feels. Rest... Just rest. I'm proud of your fighting, makes me proud to be your comrade. He nods slightly to himself looking down at his feet then up at Maurit.
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Ralklain signs heavily, looking to the tiger below him, without saying a single word. Are you ok Exitium?
I will be if someone heal me. Thinks the Eidolon.
The tiger gets out of the corridor, going back to the web area and standing guard. The human then aids Aria on getting up.
Are you ok Aria?
Wow, that's a pearl of power, a powerful item indeed, but i cannot use it. It's meant for caster that prepare spells. That means Aria and Pizzmic could use it right? Maybe i'm being too selfish, but Exitium could use some extra healing, or specially a Mage Armor, since he can't stand too much damage.
What say our diviners?
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Pizzmic having detected magic picks up the auras of magic item and attempts to identify what they are:
The two potions
The one potion
Pearl
Ah we have found some great loot, the one potion I don't recognize but the other two are without a doubt potions of cure light wounds while the pearl is a magical item called a pearl of power. It allows us spells casters to cast one of our prepared spells for free, this is a great find indeed.
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Alia sheepishly stands up, with Ralklain's assistance.
Yes, yes, she says, a bit brusquely, angry and ashamed.
She stands a moment, and then clasps the holy symbol at her neck.
Gather 'round, if you have been hurt. She strokes Exitium's head ruefully.
[dice=Channel Energy]1d6+1[/dice]
Sarenrae's Radiance touches you, closing your wounds and alleviating pain.
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In a shy voice, Wuliem states:
Pizzmic is correct.
Both of these two potions are of Cure lights wounds.
And this other one is grants Protection from Evil.
Wuliem looks at the group with sorrow in his eyes!
I must truly apologize for my ineptness during this encounter.
I promise to be more helpful in the future.
My experience in the field is truly lacking and I showed it here today!
He nods his head at Sunic, Ralklain, Pizzmic, Alia, Narvik and Exitium.
You all have done great things here today!
I thank you for your skills in this battle.
The Ghoul--and the spider--were truly great foes!
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Pizzmic seeing the mighty Sunic proving his worth for the second time today nods in satisfaction at the lumbering monk.
While reloading his crossbow Pizzmic walks toward Alia hoping to speak to her off to the side trying to offer encouraging words to the obviously shaken cleric Listen lass i can see you are frustrated but do you realize you stood the direct charge from a raging ghoul and lived? You without hesitation defended our party from a lethal ambush, what more could companions ask of one another?
Pizzmic speaks up attempting to deliver an inspiring message to the group to quell any doubts or inhibitions
There is truly no doubt this party was designed with greatness in mind each with a pivotal role to fulfill. Wuliem we were caught out of position by foes lying in wait. The venture Captain choose you for a distinct propose rely on your training and be prepared to be surprised when your instincts take over
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Alia appears noticeably uncomfortable at Wuliem's apology.
Let's not dwell on this: let's move on.
She shifts her pack on her back, adjusts her armor, and hefts her mace. There is an angry energy to her movements.
Let's go.
Aside to Pizzmic.
Let's not talk about it, right now. I know you're right, but... She shakes her head in disgust. Let's just not talk about it, right now.
Alia holsters her mace, and unslings her crossbow, preparing it.
[ooc]Yes, you have, or will have searched the whole area. Probably took hours... ;-)[ooc]
As Sunic goes up a short flight of stairs and approaches a door, he hears a strange - mournful? - howling coming from the room beyond.
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Alia turns her head slightly, attempting to hear the howling more clearly. What is that?
She grasps her holy symbol, determined to show her worth to the party. Alia casts Bless: holy words and phrases are uttered, and a feeling of general wellness encompasses the party.
You are unable to tell what the howling is. It doesn't sound familiar. Something like the howling of the wind, and something like the howling of an anguished person.
A mournful howl comes from a stone well in the room’s center. This large chamber’s walls, once painted with vermilion and gilded with gold leaf, are now splotched and crumbling. Unlike the walls, however, the tiles that decorate the well are untouched by the ages and gleam as if recently polished.
There is nothing else unusual about the room, and the well does not detect as magical.
You do notice a pair of double doors along the north wall.
The howling continues, and definitely is coming from the well, but nothing besides the noise comes out of the well. Nothing comes from the double doors, either.
Wuliem hears in his mind, like a voice echoing out of the centuries and sustained by some unimaginable anguish or trauma, Jump in the well! End it all! End your suffering! But, he is much too strong for such suggestions!
At the bottom of the well, perhaps 15 to 20 feet down on hard stone, lies what appears to be an ancient medium-sized human or humanoid skeleton.
Wuliem seems to pause as he looks into the depths of the well, but then shrugs some little weight off his shoulders, and perhaps almost laughs.
This appears to be a 'haunt', an undead-like occurrence caused by some ancient tragedy. They can be stopped, at least temporarily, by holy energy - like holy water or a good cleric's channeling - but there is with each some special solution to make the haunt permanently stop.