"Slimy little bastard stung me"
Reynaldo sprints around the unpleasant torture apparatus in the center to come near the flying horror, drawing his gladius along the way.
Have at thee!
Lia takes a quick step across from Reynaldo and swings her scimitar at the blighter.
She slices a mighty blow with as much strength as she can muster.
With a command, Lau comes in and attacks the thing fully.
(Probably not enough to go through)
He tries, but the fiend eludes him.
"Nice blade work,Miss Lia. "
If the well placed strike did not kill it, on his turn, Ares will shoot an arrow at the little bugger.
Hammersmith feels his wound begin to burn!
Reynaldo attacks and strikes the creature, but does not seem to do any damage!
Lia's scimitar darts out and slices the creature, once again not doing full damage.
The little creature squeals in pain from the strikes and screams out. "Spare me! Spare me! I will tell what I know if you spare me!"
Eyes flicking to Reynaldo for a second, as if to ask "Is this bit serious?" before turning a stern gaze at the fiend. "Make it worth it, or I'll feed you to my tiger bit by bit."
The creature squeals again. Please, please! I'll tell you all I know. I points to the north of the door you entered. There is a secret door there that leads to the treasury. "Good Baron Sarvo wills it" is a pass phrase used somewhere along the way. I don't know where, I swear! It points to the brass plaque. Also that plaque is used somewhere as a key of sorts. Once again, I do not know where, only that I know it was used that way in the past.
Lia's eyes squint as she deduces whether it's lying or not.
She is unable to make heads nor tails of it, but so far it's seemed pretty helpful. She holds a hand out to halt the tiger, who slumps sadly but obediently, while she lowers her own scimitar.
Reynaldo follows Lia's lead. What are you, tiny one?
The creature squints at Reynaldo. I'm an imp! I have told you all I know. Let me go now!
Hammerfist waves to the Imp BEGONE and will go check out the brass plaque.
Reynaldo regards the imp with caution, then playfully asks Lia, Do you think Lao might like a little red-hued, winged snack today...?
The imp glances around nervously, noticing Hammerfist look at the plaque, it says. That is the Canteclure crest, it is. They were the original ruling family when this tower was their castle.. Then with a pop he disappears!
Hammerfist sees that under the plaque, the inscription says. Confession Cleanses the Soul—Pain Clarifies the Mind.
Looking where the imp indicated, the party easily finds the secret door. Opening it, you see a corridor heading north for about twenty five feet before heading west again.
Curious from the "raven"'s earlier claims, Lia checks the chairs which were mentioned to see if there is anything special about them. Will even throw a detect magic.
"I do not trust that creature. But I think we should investigate none the less. "
Ares looks at the dwarf.
"Let me take a look at that stinger wound. "
Is there any indication that bloodletting will open any sort of compartment or operate any mechanism?
Ares looks at the dwarf.
"Let me take a look at that stinger wound. "
[Dice=heal ]1d20+6
"I worry with now our second poison injury. Fate is not smiling on us today. "
"Desna can be a fickle b$@*+..." Lia states as she looks at the chairs.
Hammerfist suffers from the imp's poison for a moment before eventually fighting off the toxins.
"I wouldn't sit in any o' doze. Let's get goin' though. I'm not feelin' the greatest and wouldn't mind gettin' this place over wit'."
Ares will move forward looking for the secret cache the imp promised.
Reynaldo will join Ares in his search.
Take 20 on Perception for 24.
The party moves into the secreted corridor and follows it as it turns west. After another sixty feet, the passage turns south again for another sixty feet before turning east again. The floor drops away here as the corridor turns east, though a seven-inch-wide ledge continues along the south wall. The walls are very smooth, offering few handholds. The remainder of the passageway is filled with a five-foot-deep trough filled with foul-smelling, thick green sludge.
Lia skirts along the narrow ledge, but find it only goes for about forty feet, before turning south. Here there is no ledge, only green sludge filling the corridor. On the ceiling she notices the a stone ridge on the ceiling. The same stone ridge that led to the room with the chain and mechanism....
"Ummmm, we've run out of floor, guys."
"Well, back to the floating 'lectric ball thing?"
Ares will t10 as well.
"Well, if we have covered all else, then fate brings us back here. "
The party heads back to the mechanism room. The mechanism, the lever, and the charged cloud of sparks are all still there.
"One o' you wanna see if it electrocutes an arrow?"
Ares will shoot an arrow at the lever to see what happens.
"Sure, lets give it a shot."
He will watch carefully for any trap or mechanism beyond the lever that might have a side effect.
If that turns up nothing of interest (arrow does not explode into dust or summon a balor etc) he will stow his weapons on his back, cast guidance upon himself and protection vs evil...
"Stand back, this could be messy.
Waiting for his team to move back he will grab the lever.
After a couple of tries, Ares manages to hit the lever with an arrow. The cloud moves over and discharges electricity into the ammunition!
Reynaldo looks at the dwarf. I would say that qualifies.
Lia turns to the dwarf. "Sir Hammerfist, I still don't think this thing is magical, despite its appearance. Do you think you could find some way to disable this reaction? Or..." She trails off in thought. Something about that stone ridge that leads here... It's probably nothing.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure... Anybody got some rope, maybe we can pull the lever from here at least."
"Hey, Reynaldo. I triple dog dare you to toss your rope around the lever and pull."
With a flourish, Reynaldo pulls from his backpack a fine silk rope that's been knotted numerous times along its length. The finest rope in all Golarion comes from the silkworms of Goka! It isn't entirely clear whether he is making a claim about his own rope or simply stating a bit of trivia.