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Bodta's hands blur in blinding speed . He attempts to strike her throat with a left open hand, and leaves it there as a point of reference for his remaining strikes: punching her face, dropping a palm to her chest, then winding his right hand around in a large circle, attempting to land his palm on her face.
on miss chance, high is good
and that's ALL MISS!! (3 due to invis, 1 due to crap hit roll) A fairly impressive display of technique, that did nothing :-)
Zora's spell goes off and the Hag reappears in the same space, still euphoric and staggered and sickened. Bodta and Senzo's strikes land home, ending the night hag with a sickening CRUNCH of bone and sinew!
Madame Carrington wearily pulls herself from the ground. She looks pale and wan and she's clearly not well. "Thank you, my friends. I thought I saw Pharasma's judgment awaiting me for a moment there. Are you here to end these wretches' threat?"
Ferabras' evil sense does not tingle; it seems this Madame Carrington is who she says. In the dream realm it seems that the neurological condition that assails her in the real world is gone, leaving her active and free.
"I understand. The dream realm was not always such a terror, but the actions of these evil men and their allies have tainted it here. Pray tell me, what became of your friends?" She looks around for Garret and Mikhail.
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”They...woke up, I believe,“ Ferabras replies, once he’s satisfied that Madame Carrington is, in fact, Madame Carrington. ”But these fine fellows joined us in the dream soon after,“ he continues, gesturing at the two monks, ”to bring their powerful fists and feet to defeating our dream-foes in this strange place.“
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"Our companions were woken, we think, by these other companions-- also Pathfinders. They thought us all under some sort of spell... which, to be accurate, we rather are, in a fashion," Zora deadpans. "We are pleased to find you well. Was this hag the final incarnation of the evil plaguing the city, then?"
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As Senzo points out hazardous body parts that Ferabras omitted from his brief list, the tiefling nods along and says, ”Yeah, I thought I missed a few. You guys move so fast it’s hard to keep track of what you’re actually whacking the bad guys with.“
Considering the question of further evil to deal with in the dream-land, Fera adds, ”There was that unpleasant painting, and there’s still some of the house we have not seen yet. Madame Carrington, do you think you can leave this place, now that we’ve freed you from the hag? Or do we need to get you back to the land of...uh, being awake, somehow?“
"I can awaken myself. I have experience in the dreamlands. As for evil, they await upstairs. Good luck, heroes. I will tell your awoken friends what has transpired."
"I don't know much of the layout, as Sally kept me tied up and blindfolded, but I heard a male voice giving her instructions, and a high pitched voice, like a small thing. Beyond that..." She shrugs. "I wish I could help."
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"Things with voices have throats. Throats can be punched. Works for me. Now, you'd best walk up from this nap."
Bodta smirks at Senzo. I believe that is preferred target for you. How you put it... the Oread tries, and fails, to affect Senzo's brogue "tiger mout to da troat"
Madame Carrington bids you goodbye, concentrates and fades away, leaving nothing behind!
The smoke of incense hangs heavy in the air of this chamber, which is dimly lit by a smoldering fireplace. The fog drifts through a richly appointed lounge with heavy maroon drapes. The floor is covered with luscious pillows, exotic rugs, and piles of comfortable blankets. An ironbound door to a nearby closet is barred from this side and occasionally shudders.
Two cultists lay on the rugs in a drugged haze, clearly unconcerned by the world around them.
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Kharnia looks through the fogged-up room. "Well, that doesn't look ominous at all." She pauses as the barred door shakes. "Do we want to open that door and release the beast within? Those two do not seem that concerned." She stops, cocking her head to the side. "Maybe there is an enchantment at work here. Wait a minute." And with that said, she begins to focus, chanting the words to Detect Magic.
"Hey! Who're you...wait. You're the guys with the book. Did ya bring the book?" One of the guys looks up and waves a hand in your direction.
"Huh? Sleep? No, I'm good. You're s'posed to have the book, right?" his eyes narrow as he tries to focus on you.
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”Who told you we would be coming, and would have the book, my friend?“ Fera asks with a glittering black smile that is somehow warm and slightly menacing at the same time. ”And more importantly, what were you to do once we arrived? It would help us out greatly to know these things. Perhaps it would get you untied.“
With a glance at the shuddering door, he adds, ”And what’s in there?“
"Hmm, something about stopping you and getting the book, I think. I dunno. Don't really feel like stop... Hey Skinner, why are the Korvosan Guards here?" He suddenly stares into a part of the room where no one is, then shrugs and seems to ignore whatever he saw.
"In there? Stuff, I guess?"
The pounding suddenly gets louder and a muffled voice echoes from inside the door. "Oh Sarenrae, please help! This wasn’t supposed to happen!"
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Zora murmurs a prayer and a shell of air appears around her head-- she doens't trust whatever haze fills the chamber of the drugged.
"Haven't you been dreaming long enough? It's time to wake up," Zora says to the two cultists. "Return to the daylight world."
Raising her voice she calls out, "Who calls upon Saranrae in this place? That goddess is not particularly close to here..."
Zora begins to walk into the room, hands empty at her sides.
The smoking man looks at Zora for a long time, then shrugs. He nudges his friend, who stirs and both shimmer and disappear!
Bodta doesn't detect any deception, just terror and despair from the voice.
The door is locked. Ferabras concentrates, but detects no evil through the wooden door.
The door swings open with a crash as the paladin's mighty thews mightily thew it open! It reveals a twisted pile of fused bodies! Partially melted into this form is an emaciated, white-haired half-elf. From his waist down, his flesh dissolves into the amorphous form of what might have once been other people, melted like candles into one another, lifeless eyes and mouths blinking and sputtering. He lurches toward you from the rear of the closet, unable to separate from the mass, “Something went wrong! You’ve got to kill me! Please!”
At these words, the eyes of the amorphous mass spring open and the mouths begin chattering wildly, “Not to kill! Not to kill!” It slumps forward to attack!
Round 1:
Karnhia
Mass of Flesh
Ferabras, Bodta, Senzo, Zora
The horrid thing seems to waver for a moment, then surges back as its mouths open and it begins to babble incoherently but insanely!
The thing takes a five foot lurch forward and attacks Ferabras!
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All the while the thing gibbers and the man attached screams to kill him!
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Bodta's brow & mouth wrinkle in disgust at the macabre scene, but he shows no other outward sign of distress.
Once the monstrosity appears to grab Ferabas, he drops into his fighting crouch and looks back at the spellcasters. I'm going into room to help. Please do not be frying me...am I clear to go?
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"Be patient a moment longer, poor soul, and we will free you from this monstrosity!" Fera responds to the frenzied man trapped within the mouther. Shrugging off the maddening effect of its many voices, Fera strikes hard at the bizarre creature, then steps back to make room for his friends to join the fray.