Wren catches a few words but not all the meaning from 'Jack's words, but even though she doesn't have context, she's more than inclined to opine on things.
"The gibber?" Wren begins to babble, recalling something from her past. "I think I met my first gibber in the back room of the Calistrian Temple in Magnimar...blahblahblah...all teeth and tongues, I tell you...blahblahblah...lots of licking toes...blahblahblah...then the halfling was be-mouthed on every digit...blahblahblah...and we all paid a pretty gold for the honor of trying...blahblahblah...and so when it finally finished...blahblahblah...confused and couldn't stop laughing...blahblahblah...and that's how you make tomato soup."
Wren smiles her crooked yellow toothed smile around the room as she is certain that everyone loved her story about her encounter with a gibber.
"Well not sure why you would put a giant inside a house, but lets see what she is guarding." Kawrock says as he opens the northern door.
"Gibber is Gnome for elf," Eldon comments, fairly sure that's somewhat remotely true-ish. "Gibberese is the plural, and Gibberish is the Gnome word for Elven."
As you talk in the room, Kawrock notices a secret door which leads right over to the boarded-up room. He wanders over and opens the door.
Whatever furnishings were once in this room have been used as fuel in the old fireplace, which contains a fairly fresh collection of ash. Only a plain wooden bench now remains beneath the western window. A single lit lantern, hooded so that its light does not shine beyond this chamber, has been set upon the hearth.
Within the room you see three people. The first is a cleric in spectacular robes, likely a senior member of the Recondite Order of the Indomitable Sea. You also see a second cleric, garbed in the vestments of the others you killed. Finally, you see a swaddled baby, who is whimpering.
"I knew Yib couldn't have been that noisy. I don't know who you are, but you came to the wrong house."
He nods to the other cultist, and they attack!
Eldon
Arval
Kawrock
Lena
Wren
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Cultist
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Whiskeyjack
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Vicar
Arval moves inside, shouldering past the door. He stands right in front of the first person and brings down his sword.
"The giant will not defend you now!"
He says as he angrily cuts away at the man.
Round 1, Init 17
Wren casts Acid Pit in the back of the room so Arval is unaffected.
Wren squawks as she unleashes her magic.
HP: 55/55
AC: 17 (3 dex, 4 mage armor)
Arcane Bond: 0/1 used
Open spell slots:
Left Hand: none
Right Hand: wand of magic missile
Sage Advice: (0/9 used)
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Wand of Magic Missile (lvl 7) 13 charges left - force damage.
Going back to the strategy that worked a treat against the clerics in the temple, Wren makes herself a pit of acid beneath the senior cleric in the back, who falls into it with a scream and a sploosh. Arval's blow lands mightily against the cleric in front,
Arval's blow lands mightily, and along with Lena's magic missile they terrify the cleric in front, who is clearly intimidated.
Eldon
Arval
Kawrock
Lena
Wren
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Cultist
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Whiskeyjack
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Vicar
"Watch ou' fer th' wee one, ya dozy elf!"
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"Oh, they'll make more!" Wren waves off the worry. "If you haven't noticed, them humans are constantly f%#*ing and sucking and all sorts of deviant behavior...they never stop! That reminds me of the time...blahblahblah...two humans, one elf...blahblahblah...couldn't wait to hit the sack...blahblahblah...and the sack they hit was still attached...blahblahblah...and then the tomatoes were called for...blahblahblah...bed was near sideways with uncontrolled farting...blahblahblah...two humans still going at it...blahblahblah...and when that's done, dust it with cinnamon."
Eldon starts babbling about whatever he normally babbles about while Kawrock moves in to the side of the room to allow Whiskeyjack clear entry in.
You hear a spell cast from within the pit, and the cleric battling Arval grabs a pebble and tries to cast a spell only to have Arval interrupt the cast!
Sounds like an air walk spell from the cleric in the pit.
Whiskeyjack seemed to dance in place for a moment as he got his legs up to speed, then thundered forward, shield in the lead. He smashed into the man Arval was fighting, using his momentum and heavy shield to drive the man back and into the pit. His strike was so hard that it embossed Angradd's symbol on the man's cheek as his feet left the ground.
Wren waits to see what happens with W'Jack's action before responding.
She seems quite pleased with her pit spell so far.
That works.
WHAMM!!
Whiskeyjack's shield connects beautifully with the midsection of the cleric, who flies backwards into the pit!
There's a loud thud at the bottom, although it's hard to tell if he survived the fall or not.
Wren squawks delightedly at W'Jack's efforts. She debates her next move, wishing she could put a wall of stone over the top, because that would make her happy.
Arval looks astonished as the man he was just fighting flew off into the pit.
"Well... That seemed to do it."
He goes total defense, readying himself for any attacks from below.
"Kawrock, be a dear and bring the babe to W'Jack," Wren asks. "He seems to be worried about its safety with all the magics that might be flying about here."
"That sounds reasonable" Kawrock finds himself replying as he following Wren's instructions. He does pause for a moment, "This in no way makes me a nest robber"
Kawrock grabs the baby, who has started screaming as human babies do considering the gigantic pit of acid and loud angry people making with the smashy-smashy.
Lena gets ready for more of a fight, and she's rewarded after a short while when the senior cleric makes his way out of the pit, walking on the air itself. Her firebolt goes off, smacking him in the face and he roars with anger, retaliating by pointing a finger at the group.
"FLEE."
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Eldon
Arval
Kawrock
Lena
Wren
Whiskeyjack
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Vicar (-21, -5nl)
Arval lets out a yelp and starts running away from the priest, not sure why he is running bur running all the same.
Wren flies, flapping her arms in an orgy of feathers, squawks, and fear. She double moves 80' outside.
With the baby secure Kawrock follows the others out of the room. "Baby coming through. Make away."
Whiskeyjack looked at the slanting floor near the pit and then back at the cleric. He was itching to smack the man in the gob, but he was pretty sure all his armor would drag him down into the hole. Instead, he spoke a divine word. The bark of the final syllable was deafening, literally in the cleric's case.
Eldon stays where he is and watches almost everyone else run out of the room, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you're all running away. That's certainly not what I've taught you to do when you're at an advantage."
He then starts a lecture on how to face your fears and not run away from them.
Whiskeyjack and Eldon stand their ground while the rest of the group books it out of there in response to the spell! Whiskeyjack tries a deafness spell, but the cleric manages to resist, since clerics are good at that sort of thing. He shouts as Kawrock leaves with the baby.
"NO! YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING!"
Snarling, he points a spell at Whiskeyjack, trying to paralyze him.
Arval shakes off the spell and runs back into the room, seeing the cleric cast a spell on whiskey he jumps in between them.
"No you don't!"
"If'n ye be takin' babes from their parents an' sacrificing them t' tha' foul beast Dagon, then aye, we be intendin' t' ruin ever'thin'!"
Whiskeyjack chanted again, his eyes twinkling as he looked at the empty air beneath the cleric's feet.
Round 3, Init 17
Wren finally stops fleeing...and then squawks angrily that she was so thoroughly scared of something she has no reason to fear. She double flaps back to near where she was when she spooked.
"Maybe we should get the child out of here," Wren chirps.
"Yes, yes, that way!" Eldon encourages everyone who's running back into the room.
Eldon sees Whiskey's trying to dispel the cleric's air walk spell and decides to wait a moment, to see if the spell's indeed dispelled.
"I don't think it's a good idea to take the baby back in there Eldon. I'm going to stay out here." Kawrock moves out onto the stair way to get out the priest's line of sight.
"No, not you!" Eldon responds with clear annoyance.
Geez, they've come a long way, but sometimes I still have to spell everything out for them...
Lena blasts the vicar with fire while Whiskeyjack fails to dispel the air walk. The rest of the group moves back while Kawrock saves the baby, rushing out of sight with it wailing at the top of its lungs.
Eldon sees whiskey's attempt to dispel the air walk spell doesn't work, and decides to show Whiskey how it's done. "Watch and learn, dear Whiskeyjack."
The halfling waves his hands above his head while making magic-ish sounds. "Woooo! Woooooo!"
"You need to add a bit more flair, you see," he adds in a self-assured manner.
DWAAHHH!
Eldon's bit of ridiculous flair does the trick, and the cleric screams as his spell is destroyed out from under him. He plummets back into the acid pit, and remains trapped there where he will die very, very quickly.
End of Combat
Kawrock awkwardly holds out the baby. "Anybody want this thing? Whiskey Jack didn't you want it for some reason?"
"I jest didnae wan' i' t' be fallin' down in th' acid pi'. Human babies are so very fragile!"
Wren floats above, staying away from the pit for the minute or so of time that it will take for the spell to end. When it does end, she floats over to examine the remains.
"Those who would sacrifice children deserve nothing less than acidification, I'd say. I could never kill a child of mine," Wren says, not thinking of the eggs she had for breakfast recently.
Eldon points at Arval. "Give it to him. He's a human."
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EEEEAAHHH!!
EEEAAAHHH!!
The baby screams in the weird way that human babies do - unlike far superior dwarven, elven, halfing, or tengu babies (the latter of which chirp pleasantly as they demand their mommy-barf). The acid pit pops back up to the surface, showing the disgusting and particularly foul-smelling remains of what was once a mighty vicar of the Recondite Order of the Indomitable Sea.
He does have some goodies that survived the acid:
- 1 potion of barkskin (+4)
- +1 scale mail
- +1 morning star
- +1 ring of protection
- ring of swimming
- 2 gold unholy symbols of Dagon (worth 50 gold each give or take)
- amulet of natural armor +1
- potion of cure light wounds
- 1 delicious baby
The remainder of the bottom floor extends southwards.
Arval shies back.
"I may be human, but I am not experienced with babies..."
He says waving his arms back and forth, making clear the point very clear.
"Lena, do you have any experience...?"
Wren identifies the items, offering them around to those that wish them. She wants none of it, and readies to move on. She wishes the acid had destroyed the unholy symbols, but figures that Arval can handle that with his strong arms and his natural desire to earn her affection.
'Let's go to the south?' Wren readies for W'Jack or Arval to move south. She cares little for what happens to the baby...save that it should eventually get back to the parents.
"Tha' be a pretty ring. Arval, if'n ye already be havin' one, then mebbe I should be takin' this beauty. I' be helpin' me take th' hits ye be too slow or daft t' intercept yerself."
"As fer th' wee babe, mebbe we should see who i' belongs t'? If'n there be anyone in town tha' could take care o' i' if no parents be abou'? I be loathe to jest hand i' t' anyone. Mebbe tha' Mayor fellow could help?"
"Those symbols should jest be pounded flat an' melted down fer th' metal. I ken be takin' care o' tha' right now."
Assuming no one objects, Whiskeyjack uses his hammer to smash the unholy symbols into unrecognizable lumps of gold.