GM Kiora's Wrath of the Righteous

Game Master Kiora Atua

Chosen heroes have arrived in Kenabres at the dawn of the Fifth Crusade. Will they be the ones to end a century long war?

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Above, the silver dragon Terendelev and the balor lord Khorramzadeh clash in an epic battle. The fight is over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cuts deep into Terendelev's body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her attack. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiral downward towards the crowd.

The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. Unfortunately, the group does not have time to react, as at that moment, a titanic demon erupts at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings into ruins as it smashes into this world. The rift it creates shoots across the plaza, and this time there is no escape; it opens below your feet, angling away into the darkness.

For a split second, you are all suspended in mid air, and you lock eyes with the ancient silver dragon Terendelev. Though she is dying and bleeding from many wounds, she sees before her a final chance to save a few more souls. She utters a few arcane words and stretches out a bleeding talon towards the heroes. You feel her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers floating on the wind. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drift downward into the depths, the last thing you see is the Storm King laughing triumphantly over the dragon, your savior, as his sword cleaves fully through her neck. As her severed head fell into the ruins of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell, the rift above you slams shut, and the light of the world above is gone.

Give me a reaction, once everyone checks in we move forward.

Lots of links in that post to art from the book. The last image, of Khorramzadeh slaying Terendelev, is one of my favorites in the whole AP :)


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Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

"I will honor a sacrifice freely given." Ary says quietly, as she sheathes her sword so that they may descend in darkness. She's thankful for the darkness as it sweeps over and surrounds her, because it allows her to pour her heart out in a way she couldn't otherwise do with the others around.

After only a short time, she wipes away the tears with her sleeve and draws the sword anew, so that she wouldn't plunge everyone into darkness for her own base desires.


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Hrut hustles back to Father Nestrin,

"Father are you well enough to move, we need to get you to a safer place for I fear many worse demons maybe here soon!"

Looking to the rest of the group who battled the demons,

"Thank you for your assistance, I am Hrut of the Empyreal Guardians, and we need to get everyone to somewhere safer as quick as possible!"

Hrut then attempts to help the Father up to his feet and attempt to get him to the safest direction.


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Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria looks at the sword wielding crusader. "Good to meet one of Li'an's friends. Perhaps we can do the meet and greet once we get the high priest and the rest of the civilians out of here." She spins in place as the titanic crash echoes behind them and her eyes go wide as the ground beneath her feet seems to vanish in an instant.

She looks up and meets the dragon's eyes as she tumbles back and feels the strange sensation of lightness overtake her. "Thank you," she whispers, then shuts her eyes as the inevitable blow cleaves through the dragon's neck. She sighs and lets herself go limp as they tumble into darkness.


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Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

Ehren frowns when his stone goes long, missing its target entirely. However, his disappointment is quickly placated when the other warriors present rout the dretches. Pocketing the two remaining stones, the druid is just about to approach Father Nestrin when suddenly, he falls. His eyes go wide at the sight of the tremendous demon, but it is not a sight he beholds for long. He looks instead to Terendelev, his heart stricken with fear. In that brief moment there comes an understanding, and just like that, the fear subsides. Or at the very least, is hidden.

Closing his eyes, Ehren takes a deep breath as everyone slowly falls, taken by the earth.


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Blast my slow formatting skills lol

As she looks at us,

"I will avenge you Terendelev! Your sacrifice will not be in vain, Al'asadriel be witness I will never forget!"

Hrut does a poor job holding back tears with his clenched fists around his weapon, alone with his thoughts as he descends into the darkness.


Male Dhampir (Moroi-Born) White Necromancer 7/Archmage 2 | hp 51/51 (healthy), AC 12, touch 10, ff 12, CMD 15 | Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +7, various bonuses | Init -1, Perception +2, low-light, darkvision (mythic power 7/7)

Markus breathes a sigh of relief as Nestrin opens his eyes and gains a steely resolve when the priest casts the spell on him, lending the priest a hand to try and lift him up. "Looks like you caught a fresh break," he says confidently. "Lucky I was her-" he is cut off by his loss of footing and his eyes dart towards the huge demon that rent the ground. "F&!#!" he shouts, hands scrabbling at the edge and at Nestrin's robe as he falls, but it is for naught, and he falls into the deep. His fall, however, is arrested and mid-shriek he looks up to witness Terendelev's fall and death. "Oh no..." he murmurs, clutching onto his quarterstaff and curling into a fetal position as he falls.


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Female elf l.sorc 11|wiz//Rel Hero/Archmage 4 THP 0 HP 104/104 | Init +7 Percpt +21 | AC 32/25/27 CMD 22 CMB +5 | Fort +8 Ref +11 Will +13 (see defenses) MP 0/11 Chn 6/8
Spells:
Sorc (CL 11; cn +21) 1st 8/8 2nd 8/8 3rd 5/8 4th 7/8 5th 4/5 6th 2/3
Skills:
Acro +12 Appr +14 Bluff +16 C(Jewel) +24 DDev +21 K(Hist|Arc,Pln,Dng|Loc|Any) +27/+22/+16/+12 Ling +13 S Motive +26 Splcrft +22 Stealth +19 UMD +22

Li'an breathed a sigh of relief as the dretch fell to the ground. She quickly looked about, trying to get a sense of if there were still any immediate threats.

Satisfied, she allowed herself to respond to Ary, "You can't just keep calling me that because I have Lleuad. That name has meaning..." Despite her complaint she secretly found it flattering, though her swordplay was nowhere near meriting such a title. "My fault I suppose, Lleuad, for teaching her a few words in elvish. She tricked me into giving her the words for a nickname, and ended up with *that* of all things!"

Her griping was cut off quickly by sight of the battle between Terendelev and The Storm King ending in the latter's favor. Li'an barely had time to react before the eruption of the colossal demon sundered the ground beneath her. She reacted reflexively, attempting to tumble to safety, but the chasm that opened was far wider than she'd expected. As she fell back she looked up to see Terendelev using his last strength to cast a spell...

"Featherfall..." she thought as the spell took hold. "Even I know that one, Lleuad." She turned away to face the darkness below as the triumphant Balor Lord moved to finish Terendelev. "Thank you..." she thought as the darkness closed in around her.


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The six heroes fall languidly into a deep, dark cavern. Ary's flaming sword illuminates the area directly around them, but the cavern is vast, its walls receding far away and into the darkness. Around them, huge chunks of rubble and bits and pieces of buildings crash into the darkness below, and you hear the echoing screams of people who were not lucky enough to be saved by Terendelev's spell.

Finally, you land, the floor beneath your feet possessing the rough texture of natural stone. The distant squeaks of bats echo broadly. Your body is covered in grit and rock dust as it falls from the cavern's ceiling, the dirt still settling. On one side of the cavern, the wall has collapsed into an enormous mound of rubble. Here and there the arms or legs of victims who didn't survive the fall protrude among the remains of buildings and street. On the opposite side of the cavern, perhaps fifty feet away, a disturbing shape looms. Nearly the size of a horse, what appears to be an immense black spider crouches silent and still on the ground.

You are unhurt, thanks to the silver dragon's intervention. There are people nearby on top of the rubble who were not so lucky. You can make out three breathing bodies in the distance: a human woman with short hair in black leather (which Li'an, Ary, and Valaria are able to identify as Anevia Tirablade, the friendly crusader woman from the festival just moments before), a portly human man in ripped and dirty fine garb, and an elf male in long, flowing robes. Beside them is the tattered body of Father Nestrin Alodae. It doesn't seem that his aged body was able to sustain the fall.

All three survivors are considered unconscious and wounded, but are not considered dying. They can therefore be roused by simply shaking them awake.

Ary/Li'an or K.Local DC 15:
In addition to Anevia Tirablade, (who is a crusader woman mostly known for her solo scouting trips into the Worldwound), you recognize the elf as Aravashnial. He is a wizard who mans a shop that sells wands, scrolls, and potions to the crusaders. Aravashnial had a girlfriend, an elf wizard named Lylina, who helped him man his shop, but they have separated. Lylina has not been seen around Kenabres since then.

Li'an only:
You remember Aravashnial once was a very active man in the crusades, though not a crusader himself. He often went on trips into the Worldwound on expeditions with your father, and was considered a skilled wizard. However, since then, he has stopped actively helping the crusades and now only mans his shop, though you do not know why. He stopped going on missions into the Worldwound so long ago that most younger people don't remember that he was once did any of those things, and consider him to be merely here to profit off the war efforts, like many others of his ilk.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria rolls over with a groan and crawls up to her hands and knees, coughing up dust into the cavern air. She slowly climbs to her feet and brushes herself off a bit before looking around. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust and her irises seem to glow like cat eyes as she peers into the darkness. "Is everyone alright?" she calls out, hoping that no one was hurt in the fall. She bites her lips as she sees the spider, hoping that the noise doesn't rouse it. "If that cave-in didn't bother it, I don't know what will," she thinks dryly as she looks around for her new companions and any other survivors. Her eyes drift to the fallen priest and she closes them again, bowing her head and whispering a short prayer for him under her breath.

She sees the other survivors a moment later, recognizing Anevia among them, though the other two are strangers to her. "Please be alright," she mutters under her breath. She takes a breath and focuses herself, letting her fiendish power flow into her vision.

Using Soul Seer to cast Deathwatch. Checking if any of them are critically wounded.

She let's out a relieved sigh as she realizes all of them are alive. "Thank the gods. Finally, some luck."


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Ary lands silently, thanks to the effects of the featherfall spell, and just stands for a moment; her eyes have adjusted to the light her sword provides during the long fall, and aside from blood smeared across her face, and shirt, and her hair being disheveled (and indeed, once more sticking in the claw mark that runs down her cheek), she appears fine.

"'Less the Dretches were diseased, all I've got is a flesh wound. she frowns as she looks over the dead bodies all around them, her eyes settling on the spider, and not dismissing it. "Careful of the Skitters over there." she says, slowly moving to check within the rubble; she doesn't want to get too near to the spider for fear of causing it to attack.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Ary begins to look across the nearby rubble, seeking out any tell-tale signs of crusaders. While she'd love to give them their proper funeral rites, now isn't the most ideal time to deal with such things; it's simply not possible. Her end goal is to arm her allies with any cold-iron implements she can find amongst the dead. She likewise doesn't leave Father Alodae's body untouched. Before she begins to do so, she kneels for a moment, beside each body, sword pointed down... once done with the minor show of salutation, she searches it for anything that might be of use as well.

She recognizes that it likely seems cold and heartless to the others, but it was a necessity. Anything they left behind would be used against them later, or could find more use in living hands. Even still, her hands shake from the grim work, as she tries to put on a brave front. Any open eyes would find their way closed during the process. 'Gods, Iomedae, they're still warm...'

"Anyone who is alive, we need to get up and moving." she says, even as she's digging through clothing and rubble.


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

As gently as a feather Ehren lands, touching the ground feet first. The feeling of rough, unhewn stone against his soles is a welcome one, but it brings him no comfort. This was not a problem that a moment of quiet contemplation could resolve. And even if it was one, between the squeaking bats and distant screams, it was anything but quiet. He raises a hand to tug down his green hood, letting loose his shaggy dark hair. At last he opens his eyes again, their reality having sunk in. The first thing of note that he sees is the massive spider, which immediately earns his suspicion with its stillness. He then looks to the others, the ones that were fighting the dretches before.

"Yes, I'm okay," he finally answers, his voice strained from its forced calm. Despite everything he had learned over the course of his life, this ordeal was out of his breadth.

As he stands still, something suddenly occurs to Ehren. He sharpens his senses and concentrates, searching for the telltale auras of spiritual creatures. Whether there were any present or not, he suspected that the lot of them were far from safe.

Using spirit sense to search the area for any demons or other spooky-scaries.


Female elf l.sorc 11|wiz//Rel Hero/Archmage 4 THP 0 HP 104/104 | Init +7 Percpt +21 | AC 32/25/27 CMD 22 CMB +5 | Fort +8 Ref +11 Will +13 (see defenses) MP 0/11 Chn 6/8
Spells:
Sorc (CL 11; cn +21) 1st 8/8 2nd 8/8 3rd 5/8 4th 7/8 5th 4/5 6th 2/3
Skills:
Acro +12 Appr +14 Bluff +16 C(Jewel) +24 DDev +21 K(Hist|Arc,Pln,Dng|Loc|Any) +27/+22/+16/+12 Ling +13 S Motive +26 Splcrft +22 Stealth +19 UMD +22

Li'an takes a few moments to collect herself after landing. She's relieved to see Valaria up and about. "I think I'm alright..." she said responded, giving herself a once over. She sheathed Lleuad and stood up slowly, looking about the cavern. Digging out and lighting a sunrod from her pouch, she started checking for survivors beyond their group. As she picked her way through the rubble she spotted an older elven man in robes. "Lleuad, is that Aravashnial?" she thought.

"Master Aravashnial!" she ran over and knelt by him, checking to see if he was alright. Li'an was relieved to find him still breathing. "Are you alright Master Aravashnial?" she said, trying to help him up.

Spotting Anevia, she pointed her out to Valaria. "Can you check if she's alright?"


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Ever so softly Hrut lands onto the ground. The dankness of the cave ever apparent, humid and stale in the nostrils. Looking above to the squeeking darkness, I hate bats! thinking to himself and glad he has his armor. Adjusting his feet on the stone, it appears solid for now, but after such a massive cave in who knows for how long that will remain. Looking around to the other survivors and then to the ruined corpses, the Father being one, Torag watch over these brave souls..., lastly looking to the hulking arachnid lurking by the wreckage, unable to tell if it is dead or hungry.

"Yes I believe I am okay, no sudden moves, there is a huge spider over there." Gesturing with his helmet toward the creature.

Slowly entering a stance for battle, ready if the spider decides to pounce.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria lets out another sigh of relief as everyone else begins to move around her. "That's good..." She watches Li'an's reaction to the strange elf, remembering his name for later, before giving her companion a nod. "Right, I can do that." She makes her way around the rubble to Anevia's side and kneels down next to her. "Anevia? Anevia can you hear me? Are you alright? You need to get up." She checks the woman's pulse and shakes her shoulder carefully, not wanting to accidentally make any wounds worse shaking her about.


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Ary sighed softly as she continued moving rubble from around any Crusader victims. "Thank goodness some of them survived. Do any of you have any capacity for mending wounds?" Ary asked, still pushing through the task at hand."

"I... don't really. And I haven't got the tools even if I did.", she continued, trying to keep the 'silence' of the continued screams, keening of bats, and various other sounds filled as best she could... when she wasn't heaving stones out of the way.


Female elf l.sorc 11|wiz//Rel Hero/Archmage 4 THP 0 HP 104/104 | Init +7 Percpt +21 | AC 32/25/27 CMD 22 CMB +5 | Fort +8 Ref +11 Will +13 (see defenses) MP 0/11 Chn 6/8
Spells:
Sorc (CL 11; cn +21) 1st 8/8 2nd 8/8 3rd 5/8 4th 7/8 5th 4/5 6th 2/3
Skills:
Acro +12 Appr +14 Bluff +16 C(Jewel) +24 DDev +21 K(Hist|Arc,Pln,Dng|Loc|Any) +27/+22/+16/+12 Ling +13 S Motive +26 Splcrft +22 Stealth +19 UMD +22

Li'an lifted Aravashnial's head and set her pack under it. "It seems Master Aravashnial is out of it still, but I think he'll be alright."

She stood back up and looked at Ary. "I don't have any potions or anything unfortunately."

Thoughts of the battle up above seemed overwhelming, so she tried instead to focus on the moment. She turned to the large man who'd felled the Dretch. "That was a great job handling that demon. Thanks for your help. I suppose some introductions are in order since we're seemingly stuck down here. I'm Li'an Va'ardalia, a scout for the crusaders. I'll let the others introduce themselves." She bowed gracefully towards him.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria shakes her head. "You'd think I'd have picked up some first aid by now, given all the travelling I do," she says. "But I'm not one for treating wounds." She looks back at the others. "I'm pretty sure she's alright, just unconscious. She might need someone with more skill than me to be sure though."

She tries to put on a smile as she glances at Li'an. "Yeah, you really put up a good fight back there," she says to the large man. "I'm Valaria, Valaria Alazario. Just call me Valaria, or Val, it's easier. I'm a pilgrim and a bit of a travelling storyteller."


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

As the others started congratulating Hrut on his skill at arms, Ary could feel a tinge of jealousy creeping up. She continued the grisly work, trying to keep her mind off of it, then Valaria did the same. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be prideful. She spoke up after Valaria did, voice shaky.

"Ary Bishop... farm girl. I might even be able to feed us if we can get away from the world wound... and above ground."


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Hrut looks at the room full of women,

I don't know if I am crazy lucky or not, guess I am about to find out...

"I am Hrut, formally of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, currently a fresh crusader and stuck in these caves with the rest of you." Looking over to Ary, "You were brave taking on that demon alone, I am glad you were able to hold him off, not that it mattered in the end since the Father passed in the fall..." Looking over to the corpse covered in rocks and debris.


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Ary realized that she hadn't even thought about it being brave. It had just been something that came naturally to her at the time. And also realized that her jealousy was perhaps a bit misplaced.

"It's easy to be brave when everything is crashing down around you." Ary said after a moment of hesitation. "Either way, I wouldn't mind seeing what you can do with a real demonslaying weapon. If you guys will help me dig through all of this, we may be able to find some cold iron weapons for everyone. In case we run into more demons."


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Hrut starts shaking his head,

"Yeah your cold iron weapons were quite effective, I should have been more prepared, maybe less variety of weapons and more of a focus on quality weaponry. That shield spike sure looks nasty, I should get myself one of those if and when we ever get out of this pit. So you said you were a farm girl, from what parts?"

Keeping an eye on the spider as he is talking to Ary.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria chuckles. "He's got a point," she says. "You managed to hold that thing back all by yourself. More than I did. No farm girl would be able to do that alone." She shakes herself and manages to put on her smile again. "Right. Anyway, it's good to both of you."

She looks down at her own starknives and shakes her head. "I'd be fine with a cold iron dagger at this point. Better than beating away at more demons uselessly." She doesn't have much hope of finding anything, but it's worth the time. They're not going anywhere until the other regain consciousness anyway.

Searching the rubble for anything useful that fell down with them. Weapons and items primarily.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

"Stolen Lands, actually. But that was a long time ago. Legionnaire is probably more accurate now. Though... they're not much different in my case. I still hunt, I just hunt different things... in theory. That was actually the first time I've fought a demon. If it were anything other than a Dretch, I don't know what I'd have done." she said, continuing the conversation. It helped having someone to talk to. It made her focus less on the people. "As for holding it back... I figure it was probably just too lazy to walk around. How about you? Where are you from, and what should we expect from you?"

At least she was good at false modesty. Sometimes.

"Why'd you join the Empyreal Guardians?"


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

"Well as I said I am from the Land of the Linnorn Kings, I was originally a travelling merchants son, we were on a trek to the Worldwound to deliver defense and farming supplies to a growing community there, once we were leaving our whole caravan was attack by demons, I was the only survivor, saved by the Guardians actually, and thats how I fell in with them. Basically I have been training to fight demons for last 4 years and I didn't even think of a cold iron weapon, guess I just have to swing harder."

Looking over to Val,

"So are you like a bard with throwing knives or what is it you do exactly? Are you from anywhere in particular?"


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria shakes her head. "Well, I'm a bit of a storyteller, but not much of a bard. I never got the hang of all the magic bits. I'm more of a duelist, but I'm best with my knives." She taps her starknives with a fond smile. "Well, I came from Cheliax, but the less said about that the better." She wrinkles her nose. "Anyway, I'm really just a traveler now. I guess I'm not really from anywhere anymore. I picked up a lot of my skills from other travelers and the like, but I've never been this far north before. I can't believe I didn't think to pick up cold iron when I was coming this close to the Worldwound."


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

Ehren continues to stare off into space as the crusaders converse, searching for even the slightest indication of a demonic presence. But as far as the others might think, this boy, who attempted to assault a demon with nothing but a pebble, was very brave. Or on the other side of the coin, absolutely insane; perhaps there was no difference. First impressions were clearly not his forte. He detects no auras, and when the demons don't swoop down on them right, he ceases his efforts. They were safe, for now... from the demons, at least. And even he could not guarantee that. After all, they had gotten past the wardstone somehow. And what was he compared to that?

"We should be safe for the time being," he announces to the others abruptly, the thought of properly introducing himself first escaping him, "Well, safe in the figurative sense, I suppose. Um." He quickly regrets interjecting into the conversation, opting to look away and magically search for demons again.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria looks over at the other man as he final speaks. "And you?" she asks. "I don't think anyone here has met you yet. How about a name?" She notices that he seems very focused on searching the room, but can't tell exactly what he's doing.


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Sorry, she'd turned her attention to Valaria when she responded to Valaria's comment. I'll try to be clearer with that sort of thing in the future! :p Ary hadn't been ignoring you when she asked where you came from, she was asking another stranger in the group who happened to be 'active'. Then she shifted her attention back to Hrut. :)

She didn't really have a comment regarding Ehren; for now she was pretty sure he was just a street urchin who happened to get lucky. Like Mage and any other survivors they might find, she was likely to hang around him to make sure he stayed safe.


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

"Ah, right. Ehren Ferron," he replies apologetically, turning to look at Valaria. He raises a brow ever so slightly when he notices that she herself is exuding a spiritual aura. A false positive? Not likely, he decides, eyeing the horns on her head. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions. "Er, sorry. This is my first time in Kenabres."

It just now hit me that spirit sense would pick up on Valaria... but not Markus, oddly enough.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria nods. "Mine too," she says. "You seem like you're very focused on something. You one of those magic types, or just really focused right now?" She suddenly realizes that the oddly ragged man's focus is much like her own when she uses her supernatural empathy to sense life forces around her. She can't help wondering if he is using some kind of supernatural sense of his own to scan for threats.

@ Ary, don't worry about it.

@ Ehren, funny, I hadn't realized that.


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

Ehren nods succinctly, his gaze drifting away from the tiefling once more. "Creatures with a connection to another plane, however tangential, all emit a similar spiritual aura," he explains, trying hard to ignore the the broken bodies amidst the rubble. "I can see that aura. But I can't... differentiate." He looks to Valaria once more, wearing a frown.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

A look of understanding crosses Valaria's face. "Ah, that makes sense," she says. "I'm a tiefling, so I carry a little bit of a demonic power in my blood." She looks around at her companions again. "That doesn't mean I'm evil or something like that. It's just... you can't pick your family I guess." The excuse sounds weak in her ears, but she can't think of something better on the spot. "Some storyteller," she thinks to herself. "I hope none of these guys are the kind of crusaders that smite first and ask questions later."


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

"If I'm remembering right, that starknife you threw wound up inside of a Slothy, not me. Plus, any friend of Fen'wen is a friend of mine." Ary shrugs, then rolls her shoulders, before going back to digging. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not ignoring the circumstances of your birth. I'm just saying they don't matter to me, personally. If you're on my side, you're an ally. Just don't turn out to be a succubus hiding in plain sight and we're good."


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

"Don't worry," Valaria says, letting a small smile creep back onto her face. "If any more demons show their faces, I'll be right out front with the rest of you. Well, as soon as I get a weapon that will actually work against them." She shrugs at the second comment, figuring that it's about as good as she can expect in Kenabres. At least everyone she's had the chance to talk to seems fairly tolerant. She visibly tenses up at the word succubus, but shrugs it off and checks on Anevia again before going back to searching the rubble.


WotR Global Buffs/Debuffs: ----

If I didn't respond to one of your actions or skill-checks, remind me, it was an oversight :)

Deathwatch:
The well-dressed human man is completely unharmed. Anevia is wounded. Aravashnial is critically wounded, but not dying.

Spirit Sense:
No spooky scaries here!

The large spider that sits fifty feet in the distance does not budge.
.......

Unfortunately, as Ary picks through the grisly remains in the rubble, she finds that most of the easily accessible bodies belonged to unarmed citizens. However, glinting on top of the rubble are several shimmering silver scales, each about the size of her palm. There are six in total, though each hero is drawn instinctively to a specific scale. When a hero picks up their scale, they feel a flash of insight that the scale is one of Terendelev’s, along with an emotional rush of sadness tinged with resolute determination. Each hero understands instinctively how to utilize the latent magic hidden in each scale, and what it can be used to do.

Each scale is attuned to one hero. That scale can only be used by that hero, and no other. However, a hero can choose to use their scales’ abilities on other allies, if they so desire.

Markus and Ehren’s scales can be used three times per day as a standard action to cast levitate on one touched willing creature. (Duration: 19 minutes) A pillar of roiling clouds rises below the levitating object or creature, growing and shrinking with the target’s altitude. The pillar is 5 feet in diameter and provides concealment (20% miss chance) to any creature or object wholly contained within.

Li’an’s scale allows her to three times per day as a standard action cast alter self (Duration: 19 minutes). While disguised, the target gains a +4 bonus on all Bluff checks made against evil creatures.

Hrut’s scale allows him to three times per day as a standard action cast resist elements (Duration: 190 minutes, 30 points of resistance) but only against electricity or cold.

Valaria and Ary’s scales allow them to three times per day as a standard action cast align weapon but only to make a weapon lawful or good. Unlike a normal align weapon spell, this effect can be cast on an unarmed strike or natural weapon. (Duration: 19 minutes)
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Meanwhile… (While Ary uncovers the scales)

As Li’an gets close enough to Aravashnial while she converses with the other survivors, she discovers that he has been horrifically wounded in the attack. His face has been rendered a mass of burnt flesh, and his eyes have been sliced open with one, long, deep horizontal gash. When she tries to rouse him, he groans, stirring. ”….Li’an? Is that you? ….Where are you?” He sits upright and murmurs under his breath, casting Dancing Lights. Small orbs of light emit from his hand and hover around his face, setting his injuries into stark relief. ”…What? Why didn’t my spell work? Why is it so dark?” He tenses, hearing the voices and movements of the other people in the caverns.

…….

When Valaria shakes Anevia, she only groans and lays there a little while longer. Eventually, though, she sits upright with a bolt. ”What?” she peers around the cavern, her eyes wide, darting from face to face. ”Oh no…. Irabeth?? Irabeth!” Her eyes start to well up with tears when she notices the grisly limbs sticking out from the rubble all around them. ”No. No! Irabeth?!” She tries to get on her feet, but upon taking one step on her left leg, she stumbles and falls back down with a cry of pain. It seems that her leg is broken.

Ary/Lian/K.Local DC15:
Irabeth is Anevia’s wife, a high ranking paladin in the Eagle Watch, a particular order of Crusaders within Kenabres that exists to root out cultist activity in the city.

-------

Meanwhile, a third unconscious, but alive, survivor lies in the rubble: a portly human man in fine robes.

K.Local DC15 or K. Nobility DC 12:
The man is Horgus Gwerm, a minor noble of Kenabres. Not much is known about him (because he mostly keeps to himself in his large, well fortified manorhouse) but he makes generous and frequent donations to the crusaders’ cause.

(Continuation of the above skill checks.) K. Local DC 20 or K. Nobility DC17:
More recently, Horgus Gwerm was involved in a scandal where he was accused of working with demon-worshipping cultists. He was acquitted of all charges and issued a formal apology

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Ehren:
One small piece of comfort: you can still feel the Kenabres' wardstone's energy feeding into the ley lines....though its power seems to have been dramatically diminished since before the attack.


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Ary's hand unconsciously moves to one of the scales as she finally uncovers them, picking it up. And she simply stops for a moment.

"I may have found an answer to the cold iron problem." Ary said, voice more determined than it had been moments before. "These scales should fix the problem; they... belonged to Terendelev."


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria jumps as Anevia regains consciousness all at once. "Whoa, Anevia calm down," she says as the other woman begins to panic. She leaps forward as she tries to stand and fails, catching Anevia before she hits the ground again. "You're still hurt. Don't try to move too much."

K. Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

For a few moments, the name means nothing to her, then she recognizes the name as the leader of the Eagle Watch. She had heard stories of those particular crusaders a few times over her days in the city, though she had never interacted directly with the group. One memory of an instance when a shopkeeper threatened to report her to them as a spy, seemingly only because she is a tiefling, makes a surge of anger rise, but she fights it down. "Getting mad isn't going to help anyone."

The conversation at the archery contest comes back to her and a moment later everything clicks in her mind. "Easy, easy. I didn't see Irabeth anywhere around when we fell. Don't try to walk with your leg like that." She honest hadn't been looking for Irabeth, and doesn't really know what she looks like, but she's more worried about keeping Anevia calm. "I'm sure she's fine back up in the city. You won't get anywhere if you panic now."

She suddenly looks up as Ary pushes over a piece of rubble and a glitter of silver catches her eye. She feels a rush through her entire body. "Wait, just a second," she tells Anevia as she picks her way across the rubble. She picks up the scale calling to her almost reverently, looking it over and letting the knowledge and emotion fill her for a moment. "Your sacrifice will mean something," she promises herself. "I think you're right," she tells Ary, slowly turning the scale over in her hands. She picks her way back across the rubble to Anevia. "Does anyone know how to properly splint a leg? she asks the group. "She's not going to be moving without some help."


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

"I don't. But if someone does know how, I have all the stuff we'll need to do it. I've got a tent built for two in my bag... we can shred that a bit and use the poles for splinting tools, if no one else has what's needed." Ary offers. "I don't think we'll get much camping done in the here and now. If that's not possible... we can always make a gurney with it instead."


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

"Six of them," Ehren observes, more or less satisfied with his search. Stepping through the rubble, he moves to Ary's side, where he stoops down to take one of the scales. Somehow, he knew exactly which one to claim. He smiles faintly as he runs his fingers across its surface, feeling the dragon's sorrow and determination. You continue to help us, even in death? We are truly in your debt. He briefly closes his eyes again, feeling the faint pulse of energy beneath their feet. As dire as things seemed, there was still a glimmer of hope.

"I should be able to," he answers aloud. He stows the dragon scale in his belt pouch, where he can easily reach it. Its power would prove useful, he was sure. For now, there was someone in need of his more mundane skills. He is just about to note his lack of supplies when Ary speaks up. "I don't have any real tools to work with, but your supplies should be sufficient. I should look at her leg first, though. I... don't want to make it worse."

Assuming that she is cooperative, Ehren will move to Anevia's side to determine the extent of her injury.

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 For diagnosis and the appropriate treatment, I think.


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Ary follows suit, removing the bag from her backpack that contains the tent. She places it beside him as she pauses in trying to dig out anything valuable. She watches the elf react terribly to his wound, and watches Anevia as she begins to panic. She didn't really know how to help either. Her gaze moved to the other man, who seemed to be resting uncomfortably. She thought of rousing him, but decided against it for now. They needed to get these two calm, first.

Nurse Ary:

I need to head to bed, so rather than waking up the rich guy, I'll have Ary help out Ehren by giving him the tools he needs as he treats his patients.
Once Ehren begins to treat the wounds, Ary will provide what assistance she can, to get him the things he needs in a timely manner.
Aid:Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 14 +3 to his check, if successful


Female elf l.sorc 11|wiz//Rel Hero/Archmage 4 THP 0 HP 104/104 | Init +7 Percpt +21 | AC 32/25/27 CMD 22 CMB +5 | Fort +8 Ref +11 Will +13 (see defenses) MP 0/11 Chn 6/8
Spells:
Sorc (CL 11; cn +21) 1st 8/8 2nd 8/8 3rd 5/8 4th 7/8 5th 4/5 6th 2/3
Skills:
Acro +12 Appr +14 Bluff +16 C(Jewel) +24 DDev +21 K(Hist|Arc,Pln,Dng|Loc|Any) +27/+22/+16/+12 Ling +13 S Motive +26 Splcrft +22 Stealth +19 UMD +22

Li'an mostly watched as the others introduced themselves and where they were from. When they were done, she spoke again. "Hrut and Ehren then? Glad to have you along, we'll definitely need all the help we can get down here." The brief discussion of Valaria's heritage she stayed out of, remembering her expression when the child asked about her horns. She glanced at Valaria, noting her strained smile, and doing her best to smile reassuringly back. "It's hard to believe that not ten minutes ago we were walking around the festival carefree, isn't it Lleuad? I wonder if there will ever be another Armasse..."

Know(Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Looking around the room as she waited, she examined the other person who'd fallen down here who hadn't been in the plaza above. "I think that's Horgus Gwerm... He's lucky to have survived the fall down here." she thought to herself.

Ary and Ehren pointed out the scales they'd found, and she moved over momentarily to pick one up, flipping it over and examining it thoroughly. "It seems this scale carries within it the ability to call forth an illusion to disguise oneself," she said as the scale somehow filled her mind with the knowledge. The sensation reminded her of Lleuad speaking in her mind, although in this case it seemed more like an echo of a thought. She clasped the scale tightly and looked up, whispering her thanks to the fallen defender.

When Aravashnial came to, she rushed over and knelt back down immediately. "Master Aravashnial, I'm right here," she said, grasping his hand. "Amin hiraetha tura, lle tenkela ume moota... lle nae harwe, rista findadrio thar lle anta. amin ponn an er i' othrarg sinome manka ron naa alno um-mennathrog ten' lle, " she said quietly, sadness evident in her tone.

Elvish:
"I'm sorry Master, your spell did work... You were wounded, cut gravely across your face. I'll ask the others if they are able to do something for you."

She looked back at the others, and seeing Ehren inspecting Anevia, called to him. "Ehren, could you take a look at Master Aravashnial when you've finished with Anevia?" As she waited, she unsheathed Lleuad and quickly cut the sleeves of her tunic, slitting them open to provide two rectangles of sea-green fabric. She cut them down further into strips and rolled them up quicky preparing them for use as bandages.

Aid Another(Heal): 1d20 ⇒ 14


Stats:
HP 45/45, AC (22)20/11/21, Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +5(+2 and/or +2), Perception +8, Wound Treshold 0
Skills:
Bluff +4, Climb +8(+3/+1), Diplomacy +6, Handle Animal +4, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (history) +8, Knowledge (martial) +8, Knowledge (nobility) +8, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +6, Swim +8(+3/+1)

Moving over toward Ary, being drawn to a remaining scale, picking it up and taking a deep breath,

Your gifts continue to aid...

"Yes I believe these will be helpful. Pleased to meet you also Ehren." Taking his eyes off the scale and looking over to the man.

Walking over to where the injured are being tended,

"I have no skill in such things, I am sorry I would not even know where to begin, occasionally in the heat of battle I can heal minor injuries as part of my Guardian training, but only then unfortunately."

Glancing to the mans ruined face, not wanting to stare,

Another victim of these demons, we must find a way to rid the world of them once and for all.

"Ehren and Ary sure do make excellent healers, you both have a touch I would never be able to contend with. Let me know when you think you are finished so we can decide what to do about this spider and try to find a way out of this pit."


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria breaths a sigh of relief as Ehren begins treating Anevia's leg. "Thank you," she says. She puts a hand of Anevia's shoulder and tries to keep her calm while the other work on her leg so she doesn't struggle and make things worse by accident. She looks over at the elf and winces at his damaged face. "I think you might be one of the luck ones," she tells the scout. She feels a bit useless just watching them, but doesn't want to intervene and make a mistake now.


WotR Global Buffs/Debuffs: ----

The spider continues to loom in the distance, still and unmoving. It has been long enough that it is probably dead, or perhaps a statue.

....

Anevia looks up at Valaria and exhales. ”…Oh? Li’an’s girlfriend. I remember you.” She takes a moment to compose herself, her shoulders sagging. ”…You’re right. She must be up there on the surface, fighting demons, saving people, all that. I need to get back to her..” She smiles warmly at Ehren as he and Ary patch up her leg. ”Thank you so much for your help. My name is Anevia Tirablade.” She stands up once he is done, experimentally trying out the splint. She winces, but is back on both feet. She hobbles around awkwardly, a pale shadow of the lithe woman that Valaria and Li’an encountered earlier. She eventually finds a long branch in the rubble, and uses it as a crutch.

....

Aravashnial goes silent at Li’an’s words for a moment, his face neutral but his clenched fists betray the emotion boiling under the surface.

Markus/Li’an:
As trained spellcasters, you understand his pain: a wizard needs eyes to memorize spells from their spellbook, and even if he manages to train himself under a new, tactile system of storing his magic, it could take another lifetime to transfer his former knowledge over. Now every spell he casts could be the last time he uses that given spell.

Aravashnial murmurs back to Li’an, ”Diola lle ten’lle can.” He pulls a wand out from his robes and gropes blindly into the air until he brushes against her, then presses the wand against her body. It glows and fills her with a feeling of fortitude.

Aravashnial casts false life on Li’an, imbuing 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 temporary HP for 6 hours. Edit: Dang, haha.

Elvish:
Thank you for your help.

Finally, the elf wizard stands up uncertainly. ”My name is Aravashnial and I have lived in this city since the dawn of Second Crusade. Before that I fought with my kin in Kyonin against Treerazer. If you heed my advice, we are more likely to get out of this ordeal alive. First. I cannot tell how many of you are in this cavern, so I ask, speak. What are your names, and what experience do you have with battling demons or other fearsome creatures? I know of Li'an, and of Anevia. Who else is here?”

DC 20 Sense Motive:
Aravashnial’s blindness has left him insecure in his abilities, and has given him a desire to feel in control. Reassuring him that he is, in fact, contributing, rather than being a burden, will help with his insecurities.

Anevia begins friendly with the group. She has 6 HP remaining. Aravashnial begins indifferent with the group (but friendly with Li’an). Aravashnial has 2 HP remaining. Diplomacy can be used once per day per PC to try and influence a NPC to a higher state of helpfulness. Whether they stay at that higher state of helpfulness will depend on the overall temperature of the group towards an NPC.

....

Horgus Gwerm, the nobleman, still remains unconscious on the rubble.


Female Tiefling (Pitborn) Bard (Weapon Champion) 9/Champion/Trickster 3 | HP: 97/114 | AC: 25, Touch 18, Flat-Footed 19 | CMD: 26 | Fort: +10, Reflex +13, Will: +10 | Init: +6 | Perception: +16, Darkvision 60 ft. | Performance: 18/24, Shatter: 1/1, Lore Master: 1/1, Mythic Power: 6/9

Valaria nods. "Well, more friend. We'll see," she says. "And we'll help you back to the surface. Somehow. Not even sure where we are honestly." She frowns as Anevia tries to walk, then gets an idea. "Oh, do you have a longer one of those poles? I bet a walking stick or crutch would make moving easier."

She turns toward the elven wizard and frowns. She can't help thinking that he sounds a little full of himself.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

She shakes her head silently. Maybe he's earned the right to be a bit full of himself if he's been fighting demons for so long, but it still bothers her a bit. "My name's Valaria," she calls out to him. "I'm a pilgrim and a traveler, but I've seen my fair share of skirmishes in my travels. I'm a fair hand with my knives and can wield a sword well enough."


Living Steel DR 4/Evil Female InE 1 / SYF 1 / SP 1 / SCB 1 Valiant Keeper Half-Elven Ran 8/War 2/Fig 10 (VMC) HP (153/153)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat/CMD 32/15/25/30 | Fort/Ref/Will +13/12/12 | Init +05
MP 06/11 LP 3/3 AM 3/3 SP 12/12 CS 12/12 M 0/6
Skills:
+21: Acrobatics +22: K(Pl) +18: Athletics +17: Perception +15: P(Soldier); +14: K(Du, Na, Re), A(Poetry), Survival; +12: Diplo +8: Stealth; +7: Spellcraft, Ride; +6: Heal; +5: L(Drezen); +3 Ling; +2: K(No, Lo, Ar)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Ary removes one of the primary poles from her bag and hands it over. "Good idea, Butterfly." she grins at Valaria. "Just as sturdy, but much more compact."

Having splinted the broken leg, or helped to do so, at least, Ary moves onward to the merchant, to awaken him. He didn't appear hurt, so far as she can tell.

"Honestly, the only experience I have with demons is learning about their anatomy and the like. Today was the first day I've fought them. So anything you experienced folk can share will be great. I don't suppose any of you are capable of healing? I have a minor cut... And a more permanent solution for Hawk (Anevia) and... Avi (Aravashnial) would be great."

She was considerably more accustomed to dealing with selfrighteous crusader types.

As she roused what she assumed was a merchant, she said softly, "waky waky."

She didn't bother introducing herself again, just yet. Once the merchant was awake, that would make more sense.


Male Oread (Kellid) Legendary Druid 11/Hierophant 4 | HP 97/137 | AC 24, T 23, FF 19 | Fort +8, Ref +6, Will +18 | CMD 27 | Resist Acid 10 | SR 13 (evil outsiders), 17 (demons) | Init +2 | Perception +22 | MP 1/11 | LP 2/2 | PM 8/11 | SP 10/10

"It is no trouble," Ehren insists quietly as he puts the finishing touches on the splint. Satisfied with his handiwork, he raises no objections when Anevia starts to move on her own. Heeding Li'an's request, he moves to inspect the elf's injuries, but by the time he has reached him, Aravashnial is already on his feet.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"I am Ehren," the young man answers, slightly put off by the elf's attitude. He had no doubt that he was more knowledgeable than any of them, but he was rather abrasive. Not that he did not have good reason to be. With a closer look, Ehren suspects right away that the wizard's injuries - particularly his eyes - were beyond his capabilities. "I am among those that would preserve the traditions of Ancient Sarkoris. I have had to fight wild beasts in the past, but never had I seen a demon firsthand, until today.

"If you may, Master Aravashnial, I should take a closer look at your wounds," he adds, taking a step closer to the wizard. He reaches out with his hand, to just barely touch him.

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Are his eyes are completely destroyed? Could I like, put a splint on them? :P
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Woo.


WotR Global Buffs/Debuffs: ----

The nobleman groans, and rouses, holding his head in his hands.

"Ohhhhhhhh.... my head. I hurt all over..." He squints up at Ary, glancing at her sword, then goes wide eyed at the cavern around them.

"...Where are we?" It takes a moment, but the events of earlier suddenly come flooding back to him. "Ugh...oh no...."

He stands up, looking Ary up and down approvingly. "My! You're a tall one! And you!" he calls to Hrut, nodding. His eyes flicker over Aravashnial, Anevia, Markus (who is still curled on the ground), and Ehren, looking less enthused. "Well!" he says, returning to Ary. "You seem like a tough, warrior type. My name is Horgus Gwerm. Surely you've heard of me. If you escort me my manor home back in Kenabres I will reward each of you generously... how does the tune of 1,000 gold sound? Each."

He grins widely, then turns to the injured, sniffing. "First, we should ditch the cripples. They will only slow us down. What do you say?"

Horgus Gwerm begins unfriendly with the group. He is at full HP: 18 remaining.


WotR Global Buffs/Debuffs: ----

Ehren's heal:
Aravashnial's eyes are completely destroyed. A regenerate spell would be needed to restore them. Ehren can bandage them up though, to keep the wound clean.

Aravashnial nods, awkwardly kneeling down to allow Ehren to inspect him. Ehren's light heal barely registers the surface of the wound, though he does manage to stop the bleeding.

Adding the NPCs to the campaign tab's HP totals shortly.

"Thank you. Well? What do you think?" he asks Ehren.

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