GM Kiora's Wrath of the Righteous

Game Master Kiora Atua

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

Ehren also inspects the text, finding it odd that Hallit has been transcribed to begin with. The tongue was not typically conveyed in textual form, but perhaps that in itself was the key to the puzzle.

Aid Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Rather than using a teleport to get back, Yui speeds back to join the others so she can teleport them to the tower. Clearly whatever Saint Lymerin was doing was related to the vision Pharasma had given her.

Once there, she explains the situation to the group, noting that they should move quickly to get to the tower before the ritual finishes or the demons figure out a way to assault it.

Beatrix examines the journal as well. She nods slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "This belonged to a Kellid named Wivver Noclan. He was studying the thin barriers between the planes here in Sarkoris, especially near Storasta. Apparently, some people called "Riftwardens" took interest in his work. Unfortunately, his research drew the ire of Warlord Kazrek Ironfist, and he was imprisoned in the Threshold of Iz for 'blasphemy' against the ancestors. He feared a great planar rift might form if the ley lines continued fluctuating."

Beatrix Linguistics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Then, Yui appears. Rue nods in agreement with her words, her expression grave. "If a Saint of Iomedae is involved, this ritual must be of great significance. The Lady of Graves wouldn't have sent you there without reason. We shouldn't delay. Are you all ready?"

Unafe's heart quickens as, together with Beatrix, Ehren, Hinagiku, and Anna, they manage to crack the code.

Then, when Yui noiselessly reappears, Unafe exhales in relief. Hallit: "Thank the ancestors that you're back, safe and unharmed. Your ability to so casually travel across this terrain is amazing!

"We can discuss this journal more later, but I agree: when the gods call, we answer with haste. I am ready to depart."

Ehren furrows his brow. "Wivver Noclan was one of Areelu Vorlesh's unwitting accomplices in opening the Worldwound. It would seem he realized his fears through his own actions."

The archdruid's confusion only deepens when he hears Yui's report. "We have not seen Saint Lymirin since the reclamation of Drezen," he remarks, glancing at Hinagiku. "What could she be doing here?"

"I am not certain, but heading out immediately is important. I think I should teleport Unafe and Anna with me, then everyone else can come along via Amber," she says. "You will have to tell me how the Saint was involved in reclaiming Drezen later. That sounds like an interesting story."

"Rue, you should probably teleport over and hide immediately. I am not sure we should risk trying to explain the situation to Lymirin, who is notoriously brutal when it comes to demons. We will appear outside the tower to avoid any chance of her spotting you."

Hinagiku’s ears perk up as the group breaks the secret of the journal. Like Ehren, she recognized the writer’s name; it was only hours since they had discussed the three. She hoped the information could give insight to the crusade’s mages and aid them in dealing with the wound, but it seems from Noclan’s writing that the main notes had been destroyed, unfortunately. Once everyone has had a good look, she puts the journal in her messenger bag.

Yui arrived without a warning, fully hidden by layers of magic impenetrable to the mystic monk’s senses, and taking somewhat by surprise. Hinagiku continued to be impressed by the power of her magic. She remains silent and listens to the nogitsune’s report. Hearing St-Lymirin’s name bring back many memories, mostly of a never ending day where many people, both on the crusader’s side, and against had lost their lives. She clearly remember the hours she had spent by the planetar’s side, witnessing her wrath for those marked by evil, coming to understand much too well why she had been given her moniker.

Taldane”Good question, I cannot begin to make a guess.“ Hinagiku responds to Ehren. ”But, Shadowhare-san is right, this is much too dangerous for Mrs. Arueshalae…. I would go as far as to suggest she stays here. Last time, she saw through the Bound Horror’s magic and destroyed him in seconds. She did not hesitate at all. “

Taldane”But, yes, let the rest of us go now.“

Current Time
03/13 20:55

Myrna scoffs, somewhat filled with disbelief at Yui's story. While the situation in the streets was much worse and more violent than she had anticipated, it stands in sharp contrast to the situation she described in the tower.

"Honestly I'm not sure I believe that's real," she says. "You said there were robed choir boys? Sounds more like a mirage than anything you'd find in flesh and blood here in Storasta... but if Pharasma told you to go, and there is something this absurd waiting for us, I agree we should check it out immediately."

She checks her equipment and nods with readiness. "Yeah, okay, I don't need to do anything. I'm ready to go now. Take me to meet the choir boys!"

Beatrix is confused by the appearance of a saint here, but her heart quickens all the same. A cynic at heart, Beatrix truly does believe in the power of valor and courage, and in the story of the mortal who became a goddess through great acts. Without much direct experience to the more formal or real aspects to the faith, however, Beatrix looked forward to meeting one of Iomedae's greatest servants.

"I don't think we should leave anyone alone here in this city," she says. "It would probably be best if we stayed together, even if this Lymirin might pose a threat to Rue. Who knows if we'll ever come back to this cave, or have the time at the appropriate interval to use sending to contact Rue."

"I don't disagree that it's hard to believe. I can't imagine why such a powerful servant of Iomedae is here. But the demons are avoiding it, so I can't imagine it's an illusion that's their doing. I also agree Rue shouldn't stay here, but entering the tower itself is quite risky. We'll arrive outside and enter."

Moving to Anna and Unafe, she places a hand on the shoulder of each. "Here we go," she says beginning to draw upon her magic to teleport them to the tower. Once they signal they're ready, she pulls them with her through space to the entrance of the tower.

Teleport Success?: 1d100 ⇒ 16

Off target: 1d100 ⇒ 97

Rue shrugs. "I am sorry, but I cannot teleport. Don't worry though, I can keep up."

Yui then vanishes with Sana and Unafe.

Sana looks up from the book while Beatrix finishes reading through it, suddenly glancing about as she realizes Yui is planning to teleport them now. "Uh, if we want to make sure the dead don't rise as undead, we'll have to behead them. So, if we want limited knowledge to Vang, or just... not letting undead spread, we might want to do that, unless you guys know another way." she offers.

After the description of the goings-on at Nekrosof, Sana just looks confused. "I mean, it sounds like a good thing, so why do I not trust it..." she asks, but gives a small shrug, acquiescing to the teleportation, and switching Amber over to her ingress/egress effect, light shifting and shimmering in place as Sana vanishes, leaving it behind.

Stealth (Luck): 1d20 + 29 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 29 + 2 = 46

"You did not enunciate nearly enough e's or r's when you described this place. It's crrreeeepy. Eeeeeerrrrily calm." Sana whispers to Yui as they appear at her targeted location. She quickly darts to the side of the building, towards any shadows she can find to enable her allies to hide once they do arrive... or at the very least, not out in the open or in brilliant light. She didn't like how unsettled she was by something that was clearly a good sign. Maybe it was the expectation that there would be no good signs in storasta.

Hinagiku nods as Ehren explains Sana and Amber’s power before adding:
Taldane”If she uses it the same way as she has, Mrs. Anna will signal us to reach into Mrs. Amber’s power by asking her to bob up and down.“ Hinagiku responds to Ehren.

Having deciphered the journal, Hinagiku decides to help place the lacedons in some kind of resting position, giving them a modicum of decency now that they have finally passed.

Current Time
03/13 20:55

Having had no reason to believe that the others were waiting on a signal, given that the plan seemed to be 'we go, then everyone uses Amber', Sana waits an uncomfortable amount of time. Had something gone wrong on the other end? Had beheading the corpses become dismembering? Had they found an additional location to search through, a closet filled with death daemons? Had the missing hezrou shown up and brought friends? Were they searching the adept's bodies to take their probable wand and likely scroll-or-two? Maybe a secret key that - should they have continued delving in the riftwarden's keep - would have lead to something of value?

Sana always hated the 'we-have-to-go' feeling, because it always meant forgetting important things like that. Like bodies of captains that they'd need to go recover if they could... along with cultists. It was a shame that she'd overestimated her own abilities and the result had been so... catastrophic for their plans. She huffs, and idly decides to remind the others, if they weren't in mortal danger, that this group still existed and was waiting, by having the little light flutter back and forth, as if pacing impatiently. Silently. Judgingly.

Taldane”This is the signal.“ Hinagiku points out when Amber moves. ”I will go after you Mrs. Arueshalae and Clan Liege Brinz-Widowknife, in case traveling becomes complicated for you two.“

Once they are on the other side, Hinagiku moves into a crouching position behind a crumbling column. Noting the silent and calm of the area, she whispers to the others: Taldane”Let’s go all of us together, except Mrs. Arueshalae… or does someone want to investigate first?“

Current Time
03/13 21:15

Rue appears next to Sana. “Thanks, Anna. I’ll stay to the edges,” Rue murmurs. She turns, then vaults lightly from the ground and glides soundlessly to a nearby roof overlooking the approach, then crouches down. Her voice whispers across their minds “I’ll watch from above. If anything moves toward you, I’ll know.”

Alase appears next, stepping beside Sana. She leans in and whispers, “If this is a trap, it’s the most elaborate one I’ve ever seen. But whatever this is, it’s repelling the demons. That makes it worth the risk... I think.”

Taldane"It would take a mind that I cannot begin to comprehend to prepare this kind of trap... " Hinagiku agrees with Alase.

The mystic monk looks to the others expectantly, waiting to see whether they are ready to move.

"Well, that rules out one possibility", Sana sends back to Rue, "I hadn't thought of it until Alase spoke up, but... it could be similar to Lymyrin's banner. Maybe the offensive version at play? I've never seen it. But if it is like the Sword of Valor, it might be worthwhile to see if we can teleport you closer to Drezen. Do you know what happens when demons try to teleport beyond the barrier?"

"So... the mind of an outsider." Sana responds quietly, "Just like... avoid sharing desires. This reminds me far too much of the Succubus who was really into Iomedae, and maybe there's a wishcrafter demon out there with this kind of hate-on for her. Whether a particularly skilled Glabrezu or a Lilitu... or something else entirely." Sana draws her parasol off of her backpack, idly playing with it and flicking it around.

"When everyone's ready, I'm ready to head inside."

Sana will move quietly, but not attempt to hide visually once the group begins to head in, continuing to fidget with her lucerne parasol.
Stealth (Luck, Crit): 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 29 + 2 + 10 = 61

Together, they cross into the cathedral. The light hits them first. It is golden and intense, forcing eyes to narrow or blink until they adjust. And when they do, the sight awaiting them brings all thoughts to a halt.

An altar to Iomedae stands at the heart of the space, crafted of gleaming gold. Robed choirboys stand in two even lines to one side, motionless and serene. They stop singing as the others approach.

And behind the altar, towering over even the tallest among them, stands Saint Lymirin.

The eagle-headed woman raises her feathered wings as the heroes enter. Her armor shimmers with the same divine light that fills the room. To her left, a young woman with shining blonde hair and a serene expression steps forward. She wears garments of gold and white, and her voice is clear and melodic. "Welcome, travelers. Here you shall find succor from the tainted land."

On the saint's right, another girl, this one with ginger hair and keen eyes, adds, "Welcome. We are champions of the glorious Crusade. No evil shall follow you here."

Behind them, the door remains open, the battlefield beyond still echoing with distant roars and screams as the demons rage war against the corrupted fey.

Ehren looks around with a wide eye, awestruck by the juxtaposition of the peaceful congregation with the apocalyptic ruin beyond the tower. He looks up at Saint Lymirin, not initially recognizing the planetar from their brief encounter years ago, when she laid waste to demonic legions at Drezen, securing their victory. But as he has experienced himself, it was natural for such powerful beings to be fluid in form.

"Greetings. I am Ehren of clan Ferron, Archdruid of Sarkoris," he says to the young woman, bowing his head respectfully. He gestures at the gathering with his free hand, his initial skepticism overtaken by wonder. "What are the Inheritor's faithful doing so deep in enemy territory? I was not aware that the Crusades managed to establish such a prominent foothold in Storasta of all places. With the aid of an Iomedaean saint, no less."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Pfft.

In contrast to Ehren, Hinagiku eyes are shut, her mystical senses allowing her to see what she needs to see, to be partially blinded not by light but by sanctity, something that agrees more with her nature.

The mystic monk steps forward by Ehren’s side, giving a shallow bow to the people greeting them and to the planetar; a bow that, for those who remember the appearance of St-Lymirin, pales in comparison to the first ones she gave. Having being one with existence, having lost her very self in the world, the mystic does feels much less distance between herself and the holy being.

Taldane”We are very grateful for you welcome, and it is nice meet allies in this place… but, it is so strange to meet you here. Can we ask what is so important here that it has brough a celestial servant to the world?“

sense motive to see if their answer is truthfull: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (14) + 25 = 39

Are the people here from the evens or just plain people?

Current Time
03/13 21:15

The blonde girl smiles warmly at Ehren. "Because faith endures, brave druid. Where darkness dares to root itself, we are called to shine all the brighter."

The ginger-haired girl answers Hinagiku with a musical voice, "To cleanse the Wound and shield the worthy, of course. What other cause is there but the Most Holy Crusade?"

Hinagiku’s tail becomes still as the sanctity of the church is slowly obscured by creeping darkness and evil that comes to encompass and oppress her senses. Her posture changes subtly at the realization that they are walking into a trap, somewhat tensing, but little changes in her expression, kindness still seen at the corner of her eyes and lips. Though subtle, these changes are enough of a tell for those who meditated with Unafe and her in the morning, they say: This is a trap, prepare.

The monk leaves the front of the line, motioning for Unafe to take her place in front; perhaps for her to introduce herself, perhaps let her take the first strike at the fake saint.

At the same time, the monk projects her thoughts towards Arueshalae, hoping that their demon ally is close enough to hear her.
Mrs. Arueshalae, it was a trap, enemies are preparing to attack. Please let the others know.

Hinagiku’s movement is shown on roll20.
Current Time
03/13 21:15

Rue's voice rings out in the heroes' minds: "Hinagiku says this is a trap! I will be right there!"

Will Save, -illusion: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 2 = 13
Will Save, -illusion: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 - 2 = 16

Unafe tenses as Hinagiku subtly suggests a trap, and then Rue's voice echoes the thought in her mind, but she sees and hears nothing to make her understand why.

Still, she trusts in Hinagiku's deep perceptions. When the serene monk motions for Unafe to move forward, she does so, saying Taldane: "Greetings, Saint."

She takes no offensive action, but stands ready if indeed a trap is sprung.

Move, as shown.
Stnd: ready to attack if someone within reach attacks her allies

Hinagiku is grateful for having held her breath like she usually did, gagging would probably send their foes at her companion's throats.

It seems to be a group of hags and undead, the hags up close the the altar and the choir the undead. the mystic monk communicates to Arueshalae.

will: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (11) + 22 = 33

Saint Lymirin inclines her head slightly. "Welcome, brave warrior. It is good to have you here, where evil cannot touch you."

The blonde woman beside the supposed saint nods emphatically, her voice high and musical, "Yes, rest assured, you are safe with us."

Arueshalae’s thoughts swiftly ripple across the mental link, "Be cautious, friends: the cathedral is filled with hags and the undead. The choir and saint are illusions."

Unafe tenses, waiting for their foes to reveal themselves.

From the back, Hinagiku can tell that Unafe is readying herself. All they needed to get an advantage was to act as one, in harmony. And so, the mystic monk calls out once more to their telepaithic ally.

It seems a fight is inevitable Unafe seems ready, but it would be unwise to act separately, we need to stick together, and not wait for our foes to attack us first. Mrs. Arueshalae, can you count down the moment of our strike in our minds, let us know when to strike? Maybe a few seconds?

Now in place, Hinagiku is ready for battle, to strike first.

Current Time
03/13 21:15

Will Save DC 28 (Warning, SURGE): 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1d8 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 4 + (8) = 34

Ehren's brow furrows when he hears Arueshelae's warning, his expression shifting from awe to disgust as the glorious cathedral melts away into a hideous ruin. This, of course, is what he has come to expect of the Worldwound. Perhaps he should of known that a bastion of purity and light could not have possibly stood in Storasta, of all places. Despite seeing through the deception, the archdruid does not act right away, instead poising himself for the confrontation to come.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (16) + 25 = 41 Big hag.
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (11) + 25 = 36 Little hags.

Immediately, Arueshalae's calm voice echoes through the heroes' minds, "Agreed. Prepare yourselves. On my count—we strike as one."

"Three."

Myrna’s grip on her weapon tightens imperceptibly.

"Two."

Yui breathes deeply, her senses sharp and body poised like a coiled spring.

"One."

If your intention is to start combat and take a surprise round, then you will need to roll initiative and take such actions.

Unafe attempts to shake off the wrongness or attacking what seems to clearly be an angel. I must trust Hinagiku’s judgement here. She would not lead us astray, and she’s a very difficult one to fool.

On Rue’s signal, Unafe lunges forward, attempting to grab the ‘saint’ in the middle, and to draw her close, bringing her around so that she's within reach of her allies as well.

BUFFS ON ALLIES:
- Temperance (reroll most 1s) on Hinagiku, Rue, and Yui

Will v. Illusion (Warning, Luck): 1d20 + 16 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 16 + 4 + 2 = 27
Initiative: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Perception v. Hidden (Luck, Mythic, Lens): 1d20 + 27 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 27 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 38

Sana continues to idly play with her drawn lucerne hammer, the weapon appearing as a perfectly ordinary parasol to most, whipping it to and fro, pretending not to pay too much attention and instead simply listening to her allies and the enemy, grimacing slightly as her weapon slips slightly in her hand. As her allies give the signal to fight, she sees nothing but the celestial chorus-children and the women, the illusion not melting away... so her eyes dart about the room for any possible threats, rather than focusing on what her allies were telling her were threats.

Sana will spend her surprise standard on a move action to look for anything hidden nearby. Her perception checks only decrement every 110 feet and she sees through invisibility.

One. echoes in Hinagiku’s mind. Immediately she calls out to her closest allies.

Taldane”Mrs. Myrna, Mrs. Beatrix, if you step back I can better protect everyone. Mrs. Beatrix, the choir boys are not from the living, funneling life energy should hurt them.”

In saying that, Hinagiku falls into a defensive stance, ready to strike at any shambling undead coming for her allies.

init: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

In the surprise round, Hinagiku will set her patrol to intercept any moving undead with AoO and gives bonus to nearby allies on saving throws from hag attacks: AoO use to aid allies with saves.
She will also use her enhancer ability.
Current Time
03/13 21:25

Will (heroism): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 2 = 14

Myrna is suspicious of the "Saint" from the very beginning, but her senses can't pierce the veil of illusion. When Rue warns them of an ambush, she grips her hammer more tightly and prepares for a fight. Myrna is frustrated that she can't see through the illusion or anticipate what will happen, but when the count reaches one she turns towards the crowd of false choir boys behind her and shouts:

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

She turns and cries, "You false choir boys think you can trick us?? NO!" With the force of her voice, flames shoot from her mouth and threaten to set the crowd of creatures behind her ablaze.

Intimidate (vs. not-Kellid, heroism): 1d20 + 30 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 30 + 2 = 39
Fire Damage: 1d10 ⇒ 8

Myrna casts blistering invective, which affects all the "choir boys" except the two that are farthest from her. If she succeeds at intimidating them, they take the damage, become demoralized, and must attempt a DC 17 Reflex save or catch fire.

Will: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Beatrix's face falls and her lips and nose curl into a disgusted sneer when the illusion falls from her eyes. She doesn't hie her rage as the group prepares themselves to attack, praying to the Heavens for a fiery intervention. In answer to her prayer, a pillar of holy flame roars from the once-grand cathedral ceiling onto the hags who desecrated this holy place with their presence.

Spell Pen?: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 2 = 23
Spell Pen?: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 2 = 20
Spell Pen?: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 2 = 23

Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 3, 6, 1, 1, 2, 1, 6) = 33

Beatrix casts flame strike, targeting the three hags on the dais. They make a DC 20 Reflex save for half damage.

Alase, acting swiftly, weaves a spell that quickens the movements of her closest companions: Hinagiku, herself, Unafe, Myrna, and Sana feel a surge of supernatural speed, their reactions heightened. Then, Unafe's hand darts out and grips onto the "Saint". Struggling in Unafe’s grip, the hag-Saint spits venomous curses, eyes flaring with malice as she’s dragged into reach of Unafe's waiting allies. Rue quickly seizes the opportunity to step forward and swipe at her with her starknife, leaving a thin, bleeding wound down her shoulder.

Beatrix's roaring column of holy flame plunges down onto the dais, engulfing the two smaller hags. They shriek in agony as their twisted forms burn, only partially shielded by their dark magic. The larger hag, still gripped tightly by Unafe, narrowly escaped the flames.

Meanwhile, Sana's gaze darts around the room. Her feet slip slightly on slick puddles scattered across the cathedral's floor. She realizes that these pools of stagnant water will complicate their footing and make any swift movements perilous.

Finally, flames burst forth from Myrna's shout, igniting several undead choirboys. They reel back, shrieking and writhing as the flames take hold, their illusion completely shattered as panic grips their bloated, decaying forms.

At the same time, Alase incants another spell, causing her own flesh to harden like bark.

Hag 1 (Saint) Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Hag 2 (Blonde) Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Hag 3 (Ginger) Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Drowned Choirboy 1 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Drowned Choirboy 2 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Drowned Choirboy 3 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Drowned Choirboy 4 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Drowned Choirboy 5 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Drowned Choirboy 6 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Drowned Choirboy 7 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Drowned Choirboy 8 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Drowned Choirboy 9 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Drowned Choirboy 10 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Drowned Choirboy 11 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Drowned Choirboy 12 Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Alase Init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Rue Init: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Choirboy Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Hag Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Hag Reflex Saves: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Rue vs Saint Hag: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 3 = 13

Surprise round has passed. If other players want to join combat, they must roll initiative. They can take actions if they beat a 23. I will not automate any inactive players until Round 2, their turns will simply be skipped, unless I am asked to.

Alase casts barkskin on herself. Unafe grapples the "Saint". Sana does not notice anything hidden nearby but she does notice that there are a lot of puddles on the floor, making the ground slick (difficult terrain). Alase casts haste on Hinagiku, herself, Unafe, Myrna, and Sana. Myrna catches 4 choirboys on fire and intimidates all of them and they are all demoralized. Unafe pulls the big hag out of the way from Beatrix's spell, but Beatrix grazes the other 2 hags successfully. Rue deals 13 damage to Saint Hag.

All characters who succeeded at the Will Save must make a DC 18 fort save or be sickened (this is a poison effect) from the horrible stench.

Round 1!

Unafe is up!

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Ehren is immune to poison.

Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Beatrix is sickened :(

Unafe has a brief flash of panic–Hinagiku's not mistaken, right???–but seeing her other allies engage the fight she tightens her grip on the 'Saint' and swings her at the red-headed woman.

BUFFS ON ALLIES:
- Temperance (reroll most 1s) on Hinagiku, Rue, and Yui

The ginger-haired hag evades the devastating impact, her features contorting with rage as she hisses spitefully at Unafe, "Foolish brute! You dare to lay hands upon us?" Even as she spits her venomous words, she backs away, her form shimmering and dissolving from sight.

Unafe, undeterred, holds the struggling hag firmly in her powerful grip, pressing her advantage. "You think pinning me will stop the rot?" she snarls. Her eyes roll back as a ghostly, sickly-green hand manifests from thin air beside her, reaching menacingly.

The spectral hand floats away and launches a sizzling glob of caustic slime directly at Alase. Alase cries out sharply as the acid grazes her, burning upon contact. The greenish ooze clings persistently to her clothes, sizzling and eating away at the fabric and skin beneath.

The rotten choirboys begin to advance, the fastest of them reaching Hinagiku and swinging at her with his sword, moaning a dirge.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Ghostly Hand Touch Attack (vs Alase): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Caustic Slime Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 1, 1, 2, 5) = 16
Drowned Choir Boy 10 fire damage: 1d10 ⇒ 5
Choirboy 10 Longsword Attack vs Hinagiku (shaken): 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 - 2 = 14

The Hag-Saint is fatigued.

Hinagiku can AoO Drowned Choir Boy 10 twice.

Ehren, Hinagiku, and Beatrix are up!

Surrounded by undead choirboys, Beatrix clutches her holy symbol of Iomedae, raises it up high into the air, and cries out, "Inheritor, send me the power to wipe these abominations from existence!" Then, with her holy symbol shining, she releases a wave of positive energy that fills the room, burning the flesh from the undead servants of the hags.

Channel Damage: 5d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 1, 4, 3, 1) + 5 = 15

Beatrix uses channel energy. It hits all the choirboys except the one furthest from her (in the bottom-left). Undead must make a DC 14 Will save to take half damage.

As soon as the shambling choirboy steps towards her allies, Hinagiku strikes at him despite the distance separating them. The mystic monk shapes the key around her arms into sharp mystic engergy and brings it down on the undead in two graceful strikes which guide the weaponised ley to their target.

Edited Hinagiku’s HPs, the cap was set at 154 (her max at previous level) with 9 damage. Now the cap reads correctly (165) with 9 damage. Roll20 was also edited to reflect this.
Hinagiku will set her patrol to intercept any moving undead with AoO and gives bonus to nearby allies on saving throws from hag attacks: AoO use to aid allies with saves.
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03/13 21:25

Ehren backs away from the melee between Unafe and the hideous hag, turning his attention to the smaller one further away. Narrowing his eye in contempt of the creatures' deception, he gestures at the blonde-haired hag, calling upon his druidic magic to twist her shape into something utterly harmless - and for her mind to follow.

Ehren five-foot steps away from the Saint Hag, uses place magic, and casts baleful polymorph on the Blonde Hag. She must pass a DC 23 Fortitude save or become a toad. She must then pass a DC 23 Will save or BE the toad.

Caster Level vs. SR (Place Magic, Storasta): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 2 + 1 = 35

With a brilliant flash, divine energy cascades outward from Beatrix's holy symbol, a radiant wave washing over the undead. Yet, to her dismay, the channeling barely grazes the grotesque choirboys, their dark energies resisting the holy wave as they press their assault. One choirboy, however, stumbles slightly from the blast, hissing and smoldering as its decaying flesh bubbles and chars.

As more and more undead step forward, blades drawn and swinging toward Hinagiku, the mystic monk reacts instantly. She shapes mystical energy along her limbs. Her strikes slash through the air, cutting down the advancing choirboy, whose decayed form crumbles to dust, utterly destroyed by the power of her refined ki.

Meanwhile, the Archdruid gestures sharply, uttering words of transformative power. The blonde hag shrieks briefly in surprise, then abruptly shrinks, her form rapidly collapsing until only a confused toad remains, croaking feebly amid the chaotic melee.

The remaining choirboys, undeterred, press their attack, stepping close to swing rusted longswords clumsily. Hinagiku and Beatrix easily evade or deflect the attacks, the undead's efforts lacking the precision that would be necessary to breach their defenses.

Choirboy 1 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 14
Choirboy 2 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 22
Choirboy 3 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 28
Choirboy 4 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 25
Choirboy 5 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 17
Choirboy 6 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 30
Choirboy 7 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 29
Choirboy 8 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 27
Choirboy 9 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 23
Choirboy 10 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 17
Choirboy 11 Will Save: 1d20 + 11 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 4 - 2 = 17
Fort Save, hag: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 2 = 15
Will Save, hag: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 - 2 = 19
Choirboy 12 Longsword Attack vs Hinagiku: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Choirboy 1 Longsword Attack vs Hinagiku: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 = 18
Choirboy 7 Longsword Attack vs Beatrix: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Choirboy 8 Longsword Attack vs Hinagiku: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Beatrix grazes 1 choirboy. Hinagiku destroys the choirboy that approaches her.

Hinagiku can AoO Choirboy 12 3 times (the others had all 5 foot stepped.)

Sana is up!

As she gracefully dodges and weaves through whirling long swords, Hinagiku is able to strike twice at one of shambling undead, mystic energy whipping at it with one flick of her wrist.

Hinagiku takes only to AoO against the choirboy, hoping it is enough to destroy it.
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03/13 21:25