Tragershen slips a flask of acid out, casts a minor spell and lobs a glob of acid at Yaza.
To hit ray attack,
Damage
Anzath sneers, “Dead it iz.”
The violet glow of Critfisher floods the room, and shadows flash as it crashes into the cleric. Tragershen's acid burns a hole in some arcane writings on the wall.
The suit of armor detaches itself from the wall and moves towards Anzath, swinging a sword at her:
It misses.
"I feel... a sense of dread." With that uttered, Aurora twines her fingers through the air and utters a minor blessing, producing in its wake a spark of energy which quickly swells out to encompass her allies as well.
Yaza raises a symbol of Orcus and a wash of negative energy rushes through the party... she then skitters past Anzath and hides behind her mobile suit of armor, drawing a mace as she goes (and taking an AOO, go ahead and roll it, Anzath).
Anzath's Drow heritage shows through the fierce grimace on her face as her blade slashes through elven flesh. The clang of a sword hitting the floor behind her makes her aware of the mobile suit of armor attacking, but she is emboldened by her new capable comrades behind her. She takes the blast of negative energy, but quickly retaliates as Yaza slips away.
Yaza's armor deflects Anzath's blades this time--to reach her again, Anzath will have to pass the suit of armor's threatened spaces.
Yaza is now in a far corner of the room relative to the party. Then there's the armor, then there's Anzath, then the desk, then--probably Brand, and the rest.
Tragershen watches closely, waiting to see if Yaza tries to cast a spell, planning to spoil it if he can.
Ready action, acid splash if Yaza starts casting a spell.
To hit, ray attack into melee,
Damage
Talathel steps in, trying to position himself to be able to spear either the servant of Orcus, or her animated armour guardian. Seeing her trying to slip away, he prioritises chasing.
And then he strikes at her!
Bedlam work-man-like reaches for his Tanglefoot Bomb ingredients. The dwarf then licks a finger, holding it up. Nodding in satisfaction, the Alchemist tosses a Bomb at Yaza.
Talathel ignores the immanent danger of the suit of armor, taking an AOO from the guardian as he prioritizes neutralizing the cleric
He shrugs off the grievous wound and impales the cleric.
Bedlam's bomb blasts the cleric's neck out of alignment, and she collapses to the ground. Now it's just the armor...
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He had hoped to slip forward and put his blades to good use against the evil priest, but after Bedlam's explosive knocks her to the ground, Brand decides it might be better to aid Anzath and Tal by dealing with the suit of armor. He makes a quick step across the front of the desk , then trusting in his innate luck, let's go with a flurry of thrusts.
Anzath adjusts her stance to a slightly more defensive style before taking on the suit of armor.
Anzath steps up and coups de grace the priest of Orcus.
Brand's short sword finds a gap in the plate mail--but what's this? His attempt to grind the blade into flesh doesn't behave properly. Instead of the usual squish, he feels his blade crunching into something harder...
Anzath's blades ricochet off the armor and shield, both wielded skillfully by her opponent.
The thing swings its sword at Brand, rearing back to add some oomph to the swing:
...it fails to connect.
All may act!
Can Tragershen tell if the armor is a spell? A magic item? A monster? I'm trying to determine if we just withdraw, will it stop being hostile? Would it follow us? Would it start up hostilities again when we return?
Knowledge check . That applies if it is dungeoneering, planes, relgion or spellcraft. It it is arcana, please add 2 to the roll.
Talathel, with his trademark flowing motions, switches his spear for his curveblade and charges the armour.
Tragershen can't make sense of the thing--on first glance it appears to be an automaton, but if it is an automaton, it's a very very good one.
Talathel's blow is deftly parried by the shield, which sends his balde skittering across the full plate armor.
When all else fails, burn it.
Acid Splash on the armor.
To hit, ray attack into melee,
Damage
Frustrated, Anzath charges the mobile suit with her shoulder, trying to knock the thing down.
Anzath almost gets the leverage she needs, but it steadies itself and continues the fight.
Tragershen's acid misses its target.
It ain't arcane magic what's drivin' that thing.
Brand twists his face in consternation. "Oi, dere ain't no man in dis armour! Me blade bit sometin' 'ard! Like.... Magical bone! Are ye a death knight?!"
Despite the strange look of awe on his face, Brand is not distracted and thrusts again at the horror.
Aurora adjusts her grip on her quarterstaff before wading into the fray versus the suit of armor.
Bedlam approaches the Armor, getting into a a flank with Aurora.
Dis be cursed wit quickness!
"Are ye a death knight?!"[/b]
Aurora hears the halfling's quip and it sparks a thought...
...she knows it's not a death knight, but she's ready to bet that it is an intelligent undead in there, likely skeletal.
The party finds their attempts to pierce the armor are utterly frustrated by the being's martial prowess and the quality of its gear.
Seeing the glance of recognition on her face, a hollow, rasping laugh boils up from within the armor. It shifts its grip from Power Attack to Cleave, aiming for the cleric of Nethys:
Anzath tries to catch a glance of Yaza, to see if she’s dead or just knocked cold.
Turning her attention back to the armored undead, she jukes suddenly to try and catch the thing off balance before, again, trying to knock it off it’s feet.
Seeing Anzath trying to bring the armor down, Tragershen prepares to help.
Ready whip, cast True Strike.
This time, Anzath wrenches the suit of armor to the ground.
As the skeletal figure falls to the ground, Brand seizes the opportunity to strike at the fallen opponent.
Also, nice Brand!
Brand, having realized what he's up against, wastes no time. As Anzath pushes the creature to the floor, the halfling swiftly kicks the visor of the full plate wide open and jams his short swords into each of the glowing eye sockets of the Skeletal Champion's skull.
When he removes the blades, said sockets are no longer glowing. An unholy vigil of centuries comes to an end.
Aurora grimaces at the blood flowing down her arm. "Ensure the Orcus-priest is dead, then I will mend our wounds..."
Once Yaza is confirmed dead, and no sooner, Aurora will channel some positive energy to heal the group.
"The magic of this place is foul! It is quite difficult to mend wounds, down here..."
Talathel begins to search the room, seeking further threats before he will relax.
Now that the guardian is down, Anzath approaches Yaza where she lay, and drives Critfisher through her heart, just to make sure. Assuming she needs some sort of proof that her quarry is dead in order to collect her reward, she begins the process of scalping the priest of Orcus.
“Do not look if you have veak stomach,” she forwarns.
Anzath has no trouble removing her trophy--elven skin is very thin to begin with, and poor ol' Yaza hasn't had a balanced diet in a long time.
Talathel struggles to orient his attention in the chaotic chamber. He doesn't see anything dangerous, though.
Aurora undoes almost all of my fine work. ;)
"This room is sufficiently confusing. Anzath, I hope the death of that demon-follower brings you some monetary benefit. Does anyone else spy ought of interest here, or shall we press on?"
Anzath places the bloody scalp in a leather pouch, then grabs a few random pages and things from the piles on the desk, knowing not what they are, but assuming the Serenraeites might care to pay a little extra.
“You vill be kompensated for your help, as vell. I vill make sure of it. Vhat ve do now iz up to you. I am vell enough to kontinue.”
"My thanks, Aurora. And Anzath, that would be appreciated. Quality arms, armour, and equipment rarely come cheaply."
Bedlam gives the place a quick look.
He mostly concentrates on her desk.
Among the piles of mostly illegible documents, Bedlam finds a tiger-eye agate that bears an uncanny resemblance to an eyeball. He also finds two potions in the drawers, buried under piles of papers.
He sniffs the potions.
He's holding a potion of Cure Light Wounds and a potion of Remove Disease