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Thergrom's magic missile makes her cry out in pain a moment before Kastarr's well-aimed arrow strikes her in the chest, punching through her breastplate and dropping her instantly.
"Thank you, brave fellows," the pompous aristocrat who shouted earlier says as he stands up, puffing out his chest as if he was the one who killed his assailant. "Your bravery and service will not go unremembered by Sebastus Hustavan."
When none of the PCs react with the awe he apparently expects, he looks a little deflated.
The woman carries a vial of blue liquid, as well as a heavy steel shield, a masterwork heavy pick, a wooden holy symbol consisting of a pick made of a rib, a skull, and a femur, and is wearing splint mail armor.
She is still breathing shallowly at the moment, but is likely to bleed out momentarily if no one does anything to prevent it.
Loyalists of the Grim Harvestman, our time has come!
My plan to recover the stone, blessed by our beloved Harbinger of Unexpected Tragedy Himself, has succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. The fool Pathfinder I convinced to journey here has fed the strength of our Lord by encountering an unexpected tragedy of his own. His hard work for Grim was not in vain! Come to me at once, at the appointed hour and place, and we shall lay out a bounty before mighty Zyphus that He won’t soon forget. When Pharasma, hated cretin, lies slain in the bowels of Hell and our mighty harbinger rules the afterlife, He will reward His faithful few with everlasting life and power of unspeakable might! Come to me, brothers and sisters, come to me!
Fel
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Kastarr puts his bow away and walks up to the fallen foe. "Another monger of restless dead. People of this ilk are a threat to all that is natural and good." Kastarr gives Sebastus a dour glance. 'All in a day's work, neighbor."
Kastarr notices that the woman is still alive. He neglects to render first aid. Kastarr is not a fan of fighting the same enemy over and over again. He takes on the rather unpleasant task of searching her; producing the letter for the others to read.
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The letter:
Loyalists of the Grim Harvestman, our time has come!
My plan to recover the stone, blessed by our beloved Harbinger of Unexpected Tragedy Himself, has succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. The fool Pathfinder I convinced to journey here has fed the strength of our Lord by encountering an unexpected tragedy of his own. His hard work for Grim was not in vain! Come to me at once, at the appointed hour and place, and we shall lay out a bounty before mighty Zyphus that He won’t soon forget. When Pharasma, hated cretin, lies slain in the bowels of Hell and our mighty harbinger rules the afterlife, He will reward His faithful few with everlasting life and power of unspeakable might! Come to me, brothers and sisters, come to me!
Fel
Hstavan reacts to Kastarr's words: "Neighbor! I'm not the neighbor of a pathfinder, heroic though you may be -- I am none other than Emperor Stavian III’s consul for the fourth district of Oppara Prefecture!"
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Though this immediate threat is clear, you can hear sounds of screaming and fighting from elsewhere in the building.
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Hustavan and the two aristocrats go to the door leading out of the opera house, and push against it, but it doesn't open. "It's stuck! We're trapped in here! We must find another way out!" one of them says.
Hustavan follows you, but the other two find weapons among the dead bodies and head back into the main hall. Perhaps they're already tired of his company. "That was a glorious strike, good man," he says to Kastarr. "Surely the hands of fate have guided you all here to save me."
The door to the south opens easily, revealing a saloon, with a mural of Cayden Cailean behind the bar. There are no apparent patrons, though, but dead bodies lay strewn about the marble floor, some apparently zombies, others their noble victims. In the hands of some are clutched daggers, makeshift clubs made from furniture, and even a gem-encrusted rapier.
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"These were killed by the cleric we just fought," Fatham says as he examines the bodies.
As they are about to move on, the druid holds up a hand and sniffs at the air. "Wait...there is breathing coming from behind the bar here."
He moves to examine things. "Come out...I know you are hiding there..."
Splittooth darts to his master's side and tries to take a chunk out of the woman in front of him.
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The woman points at Splittooth, saying, "Get the dinosaur! It will make an excellent zombie!"
"You got it, Miss Deanaris," the follower next to her says.
Deanaris swings a pick already splattered with blood, attacking the unprepared Bertha and punching a nasty wound in her arm. The warrior standing next to her swings his pick as well, but merely scratches the half-orc. The one behind her tries to fire an arrow at Splittooth, but he bumps his bow on the bar and the arrow goes into the ceiling.
Splittooth likewise has trouble getting at the woman with the obstacle in the way.
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Kastarr's arrow hits, but everyone else misses.
The one hit by the arrow swings at Bertha, but also misses. He then crouches down behind the bar to take cover from the bowman.
As the fight begins in earnest, around the corners of the room, among the bodies of dead aristocrats and commoners, several zombies, who appear to have been just killed a short while ago, stand up and begin lurching forward.
BABS and Betsy
Red
Deanaris
Fatham
Thergrom
Tim
Kastaar
Blue
Zombies
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Bertha leans over the bar and catches her attacker unprepared, slashing him with her curved blade and leaving him bleeding uncontrollably all over the lower-cost liquor bottles stored in the well of the bar.
The two surviving cultists swing their picks, but the sharp points make sparks as they glance off the armor worn by Bertha and Tim.
Fatham
Thergrom
Tim
Kastaar
Zombies
BABS
Red
Deanaris
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A thought occurs to Bertha, as she prepares to destroy everyone in the room...
"Try not to kill the living! Just put them down... otherwise we may end up fighting them a second time. Also, ya know, many of these might be nobility around here. Let's not walk out as heroes dripping with blood from people's loved ones..."
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Two zombies attack the dwarf who just charged them. One of them hits him painfully.
Another ignores Betsy to charge towards Fatham. She tries to gore it as it goes by, but misses. The druid just barely ducks below the zombie's swinging arm.
The remaining zombie charges Kastarr, and hits him with a glancing blow.
BABS
Deanaris
Fatham
Thergrom
Tim
Kastaar
Zombies
Splittooth, on the other hand, finally lands a blow.
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Deanaris pulls away from Splittooth's bite as his teeth rake down her arm, and dodges Tim's axes. "I'll kill you all myself!" she cries boastfully, as the zombies move to attack again.
One steps up next to Thergrom, but seems to turn its attention to the dinosaur on the other side. The other swings at the dwarf again, but his focus on defense pays off as he manages to dodge.
The other two zombies swing at the two druids, but neither are able to connect.