GM Toothy's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Sir Longears

Elriel followed the retreating cultist and yelled at Brevon, "Let's take them down one at a time."

His sword however got caught on the man's armor and barely scratched him.

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attack #2, piranha strike
attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 1 = 10
damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Question: If I use acrobatics to go through a threatened square or a square occupied by an enemy, do I roll for each square I traverse or just once for the entire move?

Nodding silently in agreement, Brevon steps forward with grim determination, raising his scimitar behind him. Alas, he makes too great a show of his intentions, and the cultist dodges out of the way with a sinister snicker.

Attack, Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

From what I understand, you roll once for the check for each creature that threatens you, then you're allowed to move half speed without provoking from each creature against whom you succeed at the check. Way more complicated than it ought to be...

Rukzha storms into the room and is not surprised to see yet another horrific scene, though she doesn't find it any less disgusting or twisted. Let's see how you like dreaming of your lord tearing you apart like you've done to these poor souls. She thinks spitefully as her painful power is drawn through the scar on her neck.

Slumber DC 17 vs will.

With Brevon and Elriel charging forward, Kelumarion joins them, rushing headlong across the room and lashing out with a bite at the cultist directly ahead.

Charge and bite at cultist #1. Any chance I could keep my crit roll from my readied action last round? :D Since that's probably a no, new rolls.

Bite attack, damage with Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 - 1 = 101d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 = 15

Shouldering her way past Irabeth to see Brevon, Elriel, and Kelumarion engaging the cultist, Arrika rushes forward to join them, angling her long spear to join in the fray.

Double move.

@Elriel: Actually the rules are a bit more simpler. You roll only once for the entire movement. Since there are two enemies at once, you'll take the highest of their CMD (probably equal here) and an additional +2 since there are an additional enemy.

@Arrika: Yeah, not going to happen lol.

Rukzha tries to pressure her mind against one of the cultists but the man stays strong, unbowed by her will. Kelumarion, Elriel, and Brevon move forward quickly, intending to finish the cultists once and for all but all of them miss their targets... was this just bad luck or some obscure and profane power emanating from the hideous altar?

Using their scythe to protect themselves, both the cultists use their free hand to make a hand gesture and soon after attempts to touch Kelumarion and Elriel... the cat dodges in time but Elriel isn't fast enough. A flash of chaotic demons grinning and running around him disorients the him (During your next round, whenever you roll a d20, roll twice and take the worst). Irabeth moves forward but isn't able to strike thanks to the crowded place.

From behind, you hear the sound of a door being opened and a deformed tiefling appears with four horns, blackish skin and cloven feet, quickly throwing what appears to be a jar at Arrika. The jar explodes, engulfing all of you and putting Arrika on fire (Requires a full-round action and a successful DC 14 Refle save to extinguish the flames, otherwise takes 1d6 fire damage). Brevon, Elriel, and Irabeth are able to avoid most of it but one of the cultists and Kelumarion aren't so lucky. "Burn, burn... BURN! Finish them... Our Crawling Lord will be pleased!"

Craft Alchemy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"Their crazed minds are strong, undoubtly from their mad belief in their twisted demon lord!" Rukzha exclaims with worry when her power fail to penetrate their minds.

She turns with surprise towards the new arrival. "He's using a mutagen to make himself more nimble! An alchemist!" She informs the others. Hopefully his more worldly pursuits would have left his mind more suspectible to my tricks compared to these cultists. Lets hope I can put him to sleep. She focuses hard as the pain in her temple intensifies.

Slumber DC 17 vs will vs the alchemist.

11 damage to Arrika, 6 to Kelumarion, 3 to Brevon and Irabeth and 0 to Elriel, is that correct? Wow that's a lot of damage. Hopefully we'll be able to deal with him quickly.

With so many combatants, Elriel tried to maneuver himself to best take advantage of the situation.

He leaped and dodged to try and get behind the cultist.

Although his mind was distracted by conjured up demons, his sword still struck deep. I think :)

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acrobatics to not take an AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
acrobatics to not take an AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
to hit, piranha strike, sneak attack, flank: 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 1 + 2 = 15
to hit, piranha strike, sneak attack, flank: 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 1 + 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + (3, 2) = 15

A flash of heat, burning smoke, and the smell of singed hair and skin presage the coming of this latest threat. Brevon jerks his head around to see through his visor as he hears Rukzha call out her warning. Beside him, Arrika begins to burn...

I need a free hand to Lay hands or channel, but I'm carrying my sword/shield. Regardless, I think the bomb-thrower needs to be dealt with ASAP. Action economy in combat can be such a thorn.

As the burning liquid splashes against her gut, Arrika can't help but stand and stare for a moment...as the nightmare that's played in her mind most nights for the past ten years comes to life. Shocked silence at first - and then a bloodcurdling, panicked scream, and another. Frantically, she begins to beat at the red-and-orange tongues starting to lick at her clothes and hair, the fight all but forgotten as she battles her worst fear. Her screams turn to whimpers as she just manages to beat out the flames before they truly catch and penetrate deeper through the layers of metal and cloth, and her hands tighten to a white-knuckle grip on her spear, not seeming to notice the tears streaming down her face.

Reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 Barely!

Arrika: It looks like you forgot about Kelumarion's action... I'll bot him for you. Oh, and you forgot you are wounded, so you actually failed on your reflex check :(.

The tiefling succumbs to Rukzha's mysterious magic and falls into the ground. Arrika tries to put the fire down without success and it continues to burn her flesh. Enraged, Kelumarion bites and claws at the cultist in front of him, hitting both claws and almost finishing the maddened fanatic. Flanking the other cultist, Brevon and Elriel attack but the man manages to defend both attacks, both deflected by an unholy energy surrounding him.

The critically wounded cultist manages to heal himself without opening his guard to Kelumarion's attacks and the other one, seeing himself surrounded, starts a slow guarded retreat, keeping his guard high. Seeing an enemy in front of her, Irabeth attacked with blind furry, even if her attack was parried by the cultist's scythe.

Seeing that one of the cultist was surrounded, Elriel gave up the chance to skewer him and went for the lone man against the wall.

His blades flashed and cut at the man trying to retreat.

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attack cultist 1, TWF, piranha strike
shortsword to hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8
shortsword to hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6

According to James Jacobs, LoH works with a light steel shield.

As the cultist evades their attacks, the flames enveloping Arrika begin to spread up her clothes. The smell of her burning hair alerts Brevon to the danger. He reaches around with his shield-bearing hand to grab her arm. The heat passes through his gauntlet, begins to cook his flesh, but he does not burn. His own fire surges back against the flames, enveloping Arrika in a warm glow.

Lay on Hands Arrika: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

Rukzha looks on in horror as Arrika catches flame and tries to extinguish them. she starts shaking with fear as she remembers her own experiences with flames, both at the hands of the Inqusitors and Ghortuk. "Oh no, the flames! So horrible." But she is powerless to stop them, she can't even get out the healing wand, move and use it all in one go. She settles for getting out the wand and trying to put the other cultist to sleep. [i]Hopefully I'll be able to find a chink in his crazed mind if only I try hard enough.

Target the other cultist with slumber DC 17 vs will, though I'm not sure which one I targeted before..

No...no... She'd had the flames out - she'd had them - but a stab of pain had kept her from turning to reach a spot on her shoulder, and that one spot had caught anew, spreading almost impossibly fast and searing into her skin... Again she recoils, trying to beat out the flames, leaning against the wall to try and smother the ones she can't reach, but the alchemist's mix of reactants proves too resilient, too volatile.

Full round action to put myself out... Reflex save the second: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Nope!

But then, through the pain of cuts, bruises, and the fire in her flesh, another fire blazes forth - but this one is different. Not destroying, not consuming...but warming, illuminating, creating. The fire of the oven, not the fire of the pyre...

Her pain diminishes even as she watches the alchemist's flames spread further, and in a haze of confusion and dread, she realizes Brevon's hand is on her arm, and both are enveloped in a glimmer of light. I knew he carried the Dawnflower's blessing...but not like this... She tries to thank the warrior, but when she opens her mouth, all that emerges is a panicked, strangled sob.

@Arrika: Botting Kelumarion again.
@Rukzha: You targeted #2 before. Unfortunatelly Rukzha has neither line of sight nor line of effect to #1.

Arrika fights once more against the flames and even if they burn her once more, they are finally extinguished. Rukzha moves forward, trying to get a hold on the wounded cultist's mind but all the fight going on blocks her sight. Enraged, Kelumarion leaps forward and grabs the wounded cultist's neck with his powerful jaws, knocking him out. Not finished yet, Kelumarion turns around and lashes with both his claws at the surrounded one, tearing him in pieces.

Combat is over!

Elriel nodded in admiration at the otherworldly feline.

After quickly making sure that his enemies were indeed either dead or incapacitated, he checked on the girl.

"It's OK, Arrika. Your cat took care of them. You are no longer burning."

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Elriel noticed a soft glow on the south wall close to the altar... it outlined a door.

He called the others over, "Let me check for traps and see what's on the other side."

The lenses over his eyes took a little time to get used to but his already decent eyesight had improved tremendously.

perception traps: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

Elriel finds no traps but also no easy way to open it.

Not sure if I made myself clear before but there is only the outline of a door, like a secret door. There is no door knobs or hinges.

Elriel finds no traps but also no easy way to open it.

Not sure if I made myself clear before but there is only the outline of a door, like a secret door. There is no door knobs or hinges.

So that roll of 35 revealed nothing! :)

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Elriel was perplexed, "Huh, nothing trapping this... thing but also no way to open it. It's probably magical."

He looks at the magic wielders of the group, "Would you ladies like to inspect this?"

"Oh no, the flames. So horrible!" Rukzha exclaims as she moves over to Arrika to touch her with the wand.

CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 7) + 3 = 14
Technically it's cheaper to use the CLW potions first, but Rukzha is so beside herself due to the flames that she's acting without thinking things through for once.

Once the worst of the burns are removed she turns towards the alchemist and says. "The alchemist is not dead. We should hurry to either kill him or bind him as he'll wake up soon. Maybe he could provide us with useful information if we interrogate him? Though he might bring more enemies if he's allowed to scream as well."

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[ooc]Later
Rukzha smiles appreciatively at Elriel. "Nice find of the door. You have such sharp eyes. We should see what's there. Let's examine that before going into the room the tiefling came from.".

Rukzha detects magic from the door

"Bind the alchemist."

"With pleasure," says Brevon as he sheathes his sword and shield, withdrawing a length of rope from his pack. "Elriel, help please." He secures the tiefling's hands behind its back, then ties a length of rope tightly across its lips and around its head. He secures the rope around its hands to a similar knot tied around its hooved feet, knowing it will be uncomfortable. He considers loosening the restraints ever so slightly, then remembers Arrika's screams and pulls them even tighter. Finally, he removes any gear or items from the tiefling's body.

"Well done placing it to sleep, Rukzha. Your magic is a gift from the gods. Shall we wake him?"

Elriel did not enjoy interrogations but he knew them to be valid in the arsenal of war.

With his short sword on the man's throat, he woke him.

Putting on his craziest face, which was augmented by the fact that he hadn't cleaned up properly after the fight, he told the alchemist, "Quiet. Very quiet or I'll slit your throat. I just don't care about you."

assuming he doesn't scream

With the blade still on his throat, the half-elf asked, "What information do you have that would make me want to keep you alive? Now slow and quiet. Speak!"

Intimidate with guidance: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

"Oh, I'm no cleric Brevon. These powers weren't granted me by the gods, but they sure are useful."

Rukzha murmurs a guttural cantrip while the others are busy binding him. She then retrieves her mask, momentarily pausing the transfer of magic from the scorpion and dons it. When the man wakes up she's right next to Elriel, staring him in the face.

"You think demons are powerful? Inventive? Cruel? The problem with demons is they destroy either the mind or the body way to quickly. My patron would have such a great time with you, undoing everything you are and making you really feel it... If I let them, of course..." She lets the tiefling's mind do part of the work for her. She's sure he can imagine many horrible things being done to him, given those he serve.

"Or, you could tell us about this garrison. Who is here, what is here. What defenses they have and how to get around. How do we get through that door?"

Rukzha detects no magic in the door. As far as she can tell, it is a simple secret door.

Now I realize that I might have been even more confusing than before! It is a well hidden secret door but might still be opened with a Disable Device check. The only odd thing about it is an unusual glow.

The tiefling awakes just before Elriel tried to awake him. His eyes darted around and he tried to free his hands and feet before he noticed he was tied up.

He remains quiet for a couple seconds, perhaps deciding what to do. Pressured by Rukzha, he seems to have made his mind. "Alright, lets not get hasty... I'll tell ye what you want..." The tiefling tries to install in you a feeling that you are under control before screaming with all his strength "INTRUDEEERRRSSS!"

With a successful DC 18 Sense Motive check, you are able to notice his intention and do something before he screams.

Wow, my intimidate of 29 failed?
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6, nope
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Elriel cursed as the tiefling screamed. His scream was cut short by a gurgling sound as the rogue cut his throat.

He looks at his companions, You all heard him so now they know we are here. Be doubly cautious as we no longer have our surprise."

Disgusted by the whole ordeal, Elriel turns to the door. "No traps and...I think I can open it..."

The half-elf took out his new tools and went to work.

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disable device: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Brevon sees the tiefling open its mouth to scream. He punches it hard, right on the jaw, with his gauntlet to stifle the scream.

Phew. Does this work? I wrapped the rope around his mouth to prevent that, but I guess he was determined :).

Brevon manages to punch the tiefling before he screams and soon after Elriel slits his throat since he was clearly trying to scream again. Meanwhile, Irabeth is gazing at the defiled altar made of humanoid limbs. "There is no end to the depravity of the demons..."

After a minute or two Elriel is able to open the secret door, revealing a small chamber free of dust. A holy symbol of Iomedae hangs unmolested on the wall above a weapon rack filled with swords, crossbows, and spears. Three wooden dummies wear pristine suits of armor. A shelf holds several leather quivers, each stamped with a golden sun. Two silver shields hang from pegs on the wall. Despite all this, another thing gets your attention... a man lays unconscious into the middle of the room.

Upon closer inspection you notice what appears to be more of a boy than a man, still barely needing to shave. His sheer height and body mass makes him seem a little older than he is, but not much. He hasn't got very many clothes, but all are loose fitting and not particularly stylish, opting for browns and greys over colorful garments. He is beaten and weakened with clear signs of starvation, and an empty waterskin besides him suggests he is also out of water. You also find a couple monastic weapons in his person and around him.

The weapon rack contains three cold iron longswords, two cold iron shortswords, two heavy crossbows, a composite longbow (+2 Str), a masterwork cold iron heavy mace, two cold iron longspears, 50 cold iron crossbow bolts, 100 cold iron arrows, a +1 longsword, 5 +1 holy arrows, and an arrow of evil outsider slaying.

The armor dummies hold two sets of masterwork chainmail and a +1 breastplate emblazoned with Iomedae's holy symbol.

The two heavy steel shields are both marked with the holy symbol of Iomedae. One is a masterwork shield, and the other is a +1 blinding shield.

Elriel let out another soft whistle as he takes in all the weapons and armor arrayed on display.

He turns to Irabeth, "This must be what you were talking about. These weapons could outfit a decent-sized patrol."

Before taking a closer look, the boy on the floor called his attention. The half-elf looked at Brevon, "He sure does look like a prisoner but you can never know with the demon's guile. Can you... check to make sure his heart harbors no evil intent."

assuming he does not detect as evil

Elriel knelt down next to the boy and offered his waterskin. "Here, drink some. I think we're on the same side of this wretched war. How long have you been here?"

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And welcome, boy-monk! :)

When the door opened, the boy scrabbled to the corner, trying to maintain a defensive posture and keeping as small a profile as possible. However, upon seeing that the group were in fact adventurers and not demons, he sagged a bit in relief.

It's clear by his face and shakiness that the wretch wanted to greedily reach out and snatch the canteen of water, but he composes himself as best he can, though with a slight tremble he responds, "I-I'm not sure. Four days? Five?" He takes the water deliberately, grasping on to it as if savoring the experience, takes a sip, and cracks a sad grin. He continues "There were f-four of us... three adventurers I f-fought alongside. We were enjoying the f-festivities and then... you know what happened. We f-fought and ran, looking for a defensible position. I c-couldn't help them. Couldn't save them. I... I found this door b-by chance but... " He was on the verge of tears, but he stiffened his upper lip. "Have you seen them? A tattooed dwarf and her cat? white haired halfling girl with blue eyes? A skinny half orc with a mace and a pet raven? Any civilians?"

Nice to meet y'all! Looking forward to joining you guys on your quest.

He continues "There were f-four of us... three adventurers I f-fought alongside. We were enjoying the f-festivities and then... you know what happened. We f-fought and ran, looking for a defensible position. I c-couldn't help them. Couldn't save them. I... I found this door b-by chance but... " He was on the verge of tears, but he stiffened his upper lip. "Have you seen them? A tattooed dwarf and her cat? white haired halfling girl with blue eyes? A skinny half orc with a mace and a pet raven? Any civilians?"

Elriel shook his head, "No, we haven't seen any of those you mention. And the city has... changed since you've been here."

He shrugged giving him a little hope, "But we found you, right? Maybe your other friends are still around here."

He quickly changed pace after offering the boy a hard piece of nut-bread, "Speaking of here, have you been any place else? Anything you can tell us about its defenses or defenders?"

Welcome aboard, Kai!

Brevon freezes as the young man scrambles away into the corner. Like a frightened wolf. Does he wield claws?

Gently, Brevon passes his hand through the air in a sign of passivity and goodwill, though as he does he feels the air for tell-tale signs of evil. Detect evil. Sensing none, it becomes clear that the man is a refugee of the attack.

"Well, young man, we haven't seen any signs of your friends." He says with as friendly a tone and smile as he can muster. "No doubt they've made it safe and sound back to camp." He has no idea if this is the case, but no reason to worry the boy. "There are many survivors, come together now to fight back and reclaim Kenabres. Keep your chin up--the sun will rise tomorrow."

Examining the impressive cache of weapons, Brevon's eyes are drawn to a shield bearing the Iomedaean sunburst. It catches the light from his scimitar, reflecting it radiantly. His blood-smeared, tired face contrasts sharply reflected in its shining surface, and he quickly lifts it aside to avoid seeing himself. "This is a true treasure," he says, strapping the shield to his arm and testing its weight.

Any objections to Brevon claiming the +1 shield of blinding? I don't believe anyone else could use it.

The boy's expression changes a bit, seeming somewhat hopeful at both men's reassurances. He receives the bread gratefully and eats it while being spoken to.

Frowning he replied, "I... I'm actually not sure about this place at all. It's bbeen so long, I'm not sure how helpful it will be. We were m-mostly fighting with what l-looked like their infantry. Grunts. "

He takes an assessing look at each member of the group. He takes a quick mental catalogue of each one,

They were good people, he decided. Strange and wonderful, and probably led interesting lives. Perhaps they could help him find his previous companions. Provided they survived the next few hours.

Then he introduces himself, "Thank you for r-rescuing me. Somehow I knew the God's would not let me die alone in here. I am Kai Dries. I am a monk and Irori guides my path."

Is there anything that Kai might know? I figure he may know the names of some species of demon that stormed the place, but I don't know how useful it could be.

Also, sorry if I get your descriptions wrong, this is just from what I remember so far. Please correct me if you feel like I'm a bit off or you'd just like to illuminate your character to me a bit clearer.

"Kai, is it?" Brevon confirms as he helps the boy to his feet. He towers over him by several inches. "My! A tall one! And a follower of Irori! Knowledge and self-discipline, valuable pursuits. I am Brother Brevon Sabor, acolyte of the Everflame, devotee of the Dawn flower, faithful of th--well, you get the idea. These are my newfound companions and allies..." he introduces each by name only, still uncertain how to characterize Rukzha's strange magic and Arrika's talking feline. "As you can see, we are a motley bunch. Perhaps you'd like to join us? Do you feel able to fight?"

Rukzha removes her mask to show of her tattooed face. She does not want to scare the stranger any more than necesarry. She keeps it around though, figuring it might become useful in a fight and it could take a bit of time off from draining magic from the scoprion. Or is it done already? 17 hours to get it all iirc

"I'm glad we were able to find you alive. You look severely weakened by the lack of food and water. I know some healing magic. Let me help you." She walks over and touches the boy.

"There were some cultists doing horrible things right outside, were you aware of that? I'm not sure what they were trying to accomplish, but it was pretty grotesque. Hopefully it's not related to what we came here for. The wardstone fragment. Apparently the demons plan to turn what once protected us against us. We have to stop that."

The metagamer in me really wants to wait for level up before using thi as it'll change to CMW. Did we get experience from the last couple fights?
Healing hex: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Why is he described as a boy? He's 18 right? Normal starting age for human intuitive classes is 16-19. Rukzha is younger, though she's a half-orc so matures more quickly.

In spite of how large he is, Kai has a bit of a baby face, much to his chagrin. He probably looks about 18, but his face could be that of someone maybe 13-14.

Kai stands quickly in response to Breton's question.

"Yes!" Kai replies a little too eagerly to Brevon. He stumbles a bit as his head feels light and puts his hand out to balance himself, "Yes, Well, sort of able."

When Rukzha approaches, Kai really notices her hands and face are covered in tattoos and scars and tenses a bit. His broad shoulders visibly relax as she works her magic on him. "Thank you for that, Rukzha."

Still, his fatigue is easily visible as his posture sags again.

"This is madness," he says in reply to Rukzha, "The Wardstones have protected us for centuries. We can't let that happen, or all of Golarion will be endangered!

I can fight. I'm a little tired but I can fight. I'm no slouch, I can guarantee you that. Irori teaches 'It is better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war.'"

Elriel produced another chunk of the black bread and extended his hand, "Well met, Kai. I am Elriel, formerly of Kyonin but somehow embroiled with Kenabres and the demons. I saw it in a dream...but that is a story for another time."

He started looking around the weapons and armor while the others talked to the monk.

Before heading off to the weapon rack, he said, "Kai, I think you might get your chance at some sweet revenge. Why don't you come with us?"

He looked at Irabeth, "I'm sure the commander won't mind."

"This is madness," he says in reply to Rukzha, "The Wardstones have protected us for centuries. We can't let that happen, or all of Golarion will be endangered!

I can fight. I'm a little tired but I can fight. I'm no slouch, I can guarantee you that. Irori teaches 'It is better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war.'"

Seeing the boy continue to tear into the food and water, "Wow, slow down there. We can see you're no slouch but perhaps you should stay back, at least until you've healed."

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with weapons
The half-elf looked in pain for some light weapons, something longer than a dagger but still nimble enough to be wielded in one hand. Unfortunately, he found nothing better than the well-made swords he already had.

He joked with the paladin, "Keep the shield, Brevon. It goes with your sun motif."

He pulled the composite bow but found it too tight for his pull. he put it down before anyone noticed that he was not strong enough for it.

He then inspected the arrows, noticing their fine qualities. he asked Rukzha or Arrika, "Can one of you please to see if any of these arrows are magical? They look awfully nice."

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Rukzha scans the room for magic. "Yes, right away. Hopefully some of this proves useful. Though even if we can't use it, we should still take the nicer of the things back so others can benefit from them."

She chants and scans the room, then moves to study the arrows, sword, breastplate and shield more closely.

"This sword is magical, though it's a bit longer than your normal swords and it's sadly not cold iron, so won't be as useful against the demons. It's first rank. Those arrows are indeed magical. 5 holy ones and one of evil outsider slaying. They both seem quite useful in taking down demons. Finally this breatplate is also first rank, though I'm guessing it's too heavy for any of us to wear. That shield seems quite special. Twice per day, it can blind those around you. It doesn't differentiate friend from foe though." Elriel can probably make the save fairly regularly though

I suggest we get all the arrows and bolts as well as all the masterwork and magical items and a bow for Brevon. The arrows can be split between Brevon and Elriel perhaps? What is the +1 armor listed on Kai's sheet? Someone should cast mage armor on Kai before heading out. I can use my pearl to recover mine, though I'm not sure how many spells Arrika have left on the day.

@Rukzha: yes, you did got your XP... as you might see, there is still a long way until 5th level!

"Let us inherit thine arms indeed..." As soon as Irabeth enters the room, she moves towards Kai, her eyes shining briefly with a golden light, and inspects his wounds... she then looks at her own, Brevon's and Arrika's before grabbing her holy symbol and making a quick prayer. Soon after a golden light bathes you from the ceiling, healing all your wounds. Noticing that Kai isn't completely healed yet, Irabeth takes one of the potions from the dead cultists and, after inspecting it for any foul play, gives it to him, healing the last bruises. With his wounds now healed and his hungry and thirty sated, Kai feels no more the fatigue from before.

Channel Energy - Irabeth: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) = 7
potion of cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Irabeth is fair half-orc with short and black hair. She wears a golden full-plate inlaid with motifs of Iomedae, a true masterpiece. She also has a red cloak and various insignias of valor and ranks among the crusaders. She carries a heavy shield and a longsword.

"Here, I believe you'll feel better now... Kai, isn't it? Right, now that we have recovered he still have a mission to finish." She looks at you briefly before leaving the tight armory. "It appears we are still unnoticed but I'm not counting on that... that bomb was pretty loud." She then turns back to Kai once more. "Ar you sure you can fight? This is a difficult and crucial mission. It is no shame to stand by if you judge it is beyond your abilities..."

Meanwhile, Rukzha inspects the room where the maddened alchemist came from. A long table and six chairs have been pushed against the western wall. On the opposite wall, a tapestry depicting a map of Mendev hangs from a silver rod... the tapestry has been slashed several times and splashed with filth. A bedroll sits on the floor, and on the nearby table is an array of alchemical devices and a long wooden sword case wrapped with cords, as if ready for travel.

"This sword is magical, though it's a bit longer than your normal swords and it's sadly not cold iron, so won't be as useful against the demons. It's first rank. Those arrows are indeed magical. 5 holy ones and one of evil outsider slaying. They both seem quite useful in taking down demons. Finally this breatplate is also first rank, though I'm guessing it's too heavy for any of us to wear. That shield seems quite special. Twice per day, it can blind those around you. It doesn't differentiate friend from foe though."

Elriel pulled out his quiver and inspected his own arrows. "I'll take some of these. In fact, I'll take them all unless someone wants some."

Before he stuffed them into his quiver, he asked Brevon, "How about it? Do you want any?"

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[ooc]Elriel will take all the magical arrows unless Brevon (or anyone else wants them). I'll wait to add them to my PC sheet until I hear from yiu guys."[/b]

He then looked at the potions, "I could use the barkskin one but so can a lot of people so let me know."

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Brevon picks up the composite longbow. He had seen Elriel set it down quickly and assumed the man didn't care for the choice of wood. He pulls at the string, surprised by how tight it is, then with a slight wince pulls it completely taught.

"I haven't had much need of arrows, but this bow could prove useful if I need to shoot. I'm not a terrible shot, but nothing to write home about. Why don't I take just a handful of those cold iron arrows for emergencies. You keep the bulk of them." How about I carry 5 cold iron arrows? that leaves you with 95. You can always toss me a few extra if I need them...

Brevon cringes as they face the monstrous altar once more. "To think that such savagery could exist on any plane, and that the poor people of Kenabres should suffer so. We will avenge them. Each and every one."

In the mad alchemist's room, Brevon stands before the wooden sword case, casting detect evil on the weapon case. He then picks it up to examine it closer...

"What have we here? Was this to be a delivery?"

"You think Elriel will manage to use hundreds of arrows before you can use five?" Rukzha chuckles at the thought. There hasn't been much room for mirth lately, so she takes the opportunities for it that do pop up. "He's been primarily using his swords, they'll be for emergencies for you both. Like if we face flying enemies. There are quite a few demons with wings. Why not just grab twenty of the normal arrows and a couple of the holy ones? If we need to use the special arrows we won't have time to toss the arrows around."

At the altar she examines the grisly sculpture of flesh. I wonder what they were trying to do. Do we need to do anything? Can we do anything? We don't really have time to burry these people now, but maybe we should have it apart so no other demons of cultists make use of it?. She mutters a quick cantrip to jog her memory. knowledge planes? With guidance: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

In the tapestry room Rukzha will scan for magic and ask Elriel to check the crate for traps before the case is opened. "Another case. Hopefully that contains another sword we can use, maybe for Elriel this time. Would you mind checking it for traps before we open it?"

I've got three spells left, I believe, so I can do it if you don't want to waste your pearl, Rukzha.

The flames may have died down on Arrika's clothes...but not in her mind. Breath still shaky, she accepts Rukzha's and Irabeth's magic healing as she tries to put the event out of her mind, latching onto the strange differences between the women's abilities to keep her thoughts from descending further. Thank you, she finally answers, examining the new, bright-pink flesh carefully. Sorry I...got distracted. I just wasn't expecting...

Her last sentence trails off into the air as she realizes they're no longer alone - her eyes travel over the newcomer warily, and a curious look crosses her face for a moment, almost like a schoolchild whispering into a playmate's ear. Then, still hesitantly, she extends a hand in greeting (glancing at the disappearing marks of the burns on its back). It seems fortune's smiled upon you today - I'm glad we can help. Arrika Telryn, of the Neverrun clan - and Kelumarion. My friend. The great cat dips into a gracious bow at the introduction. Grrreetings.

With hasty introductions made, Arrika joins Rukzha in looking over the contents of the Iomedaean cache. This all looks too heavy for me... she muses in reply to Rukzha's comment, drawing out a handful of the crossbow bolts and putting them into a pouch on her side. I'll just hold on to these, to use with the crossbow I got before. There's nothing else I need - but Irabeth, I'm certain the arms will come in useful for your defenders?

"You think Elriel will manage to use hundreds of arrows before you can use five?" Rukzha chuckles at the thought. There hasn't been much room for mirth lately, so she takes the opportunities for it that do pop up. "He's been primarily using his swords, they'll be for emergencies for you both. Like if we face flying enemies. There are quite a few demons with wings. Why not just grab twenty of the normal arrows and a couple of the holy ones? If we need to use the special arrows we won't have time to toss the arrows around."

Elriel also chuckles at the notion. He jokingly gives a few more arrows to Brevon, "C'mon, big guy. Take a few more, even some of these magical ones. I don't like to shoot either but sometimes we won't have a choice.

taking 10 cold iron arrows, 2 holy arrows, and arrow of outsider slaying

In the tapestry room Rukzha will scan for magic and ask Elriel to check the crate for traps before the case is opened. "[b]Another case. Hopefully that contains another sword we can use, maybe for Elriel this time. Would you mind checking it for traps before we open it?"

The half-elf focuses his lenses on the crate and inspects it for traps.

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perception traps: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
disable device if needed: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Irabeth nods to Arrika's question. "Indeed they will but we have no way to give them right now... lets finish our mission her first."

While Elriel examines the case, Rukzha notices the alchemical equipment on the table consists of a masterwork alchemy lab. After a couple seconds Elriel assures you that no trap has been prepared and soon after opens the case, revealing a beautiful longsword, shining with light blue light. As soon as Irabeth puts her eyes on the sword she quickly moves forward, grabbing it. "I... I can't believe it! My father's sword! I thought it was lost..."

With the sword removed from the case, Elriel notices a small note tucked inside.

Rukzha is curious about the note Elriel picks out. "Let me see too." She says and presses close to read it as the same time as him.

"I think Othirubo is the name of the alchemist. It says here you sold the sword to Kandro Nyserian, one of the corpses we met outside." Rukzha turns towards the other half-orc with a questioning look. She doesn't judge the woman, she's just curious about the veracity of the claim.

Knowledge Planes? with guidance about Staunton, if it's something else reduce the modifier appropriately: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Knowledge Planes with guidance about ulkreth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Rukzha is curious about the note Elriel picks out. "Let me see too." She says and presses close to read it as the same time as him.

"I think Othirubo is the name of the alchemist. It says here you sold the sword to Kandro Nyserian, one of the corpses we met outside." Rukzha turns towards the other half-orc with a questioning look. She doesn't judge the woman, she's just curious about the veracity of the claim.

Elriel also wants to know if the note is truthful, he looked at Irabeth, "Is this correct? Anything else to add?"

Kai eats the rest of his meager meal heartily, and nods and shakes the hand of anyone who offers, like Arrika. He flinches a little bit as Irabeth approaches, but as her healing light pulses through him, he reminds his body that the company of these people is safe. His whole being takes on a new tone, as if he were born a new man. No longer hunched over in exhaustion and fear, but brimming with vim and vigor.

After Irabeth raises Elriel's concerns again, the young monk reassures the both of them, "Beth, Can I call you Beth? And Eler... Elriel, sorry I'm really bad with names, almost forgot yours already. Anyway Guys, I feel better than ever thanks to you. Have I got concerns? Maybe. But on a full stomach and with this much energy, I'll be more than OK. Besides, I owe you all and aside from pouring drinks, fighting is my only useful skill."

After this, Kai moves on with the group to discuss about weapons and other gear. He drops two stones around his forehead and they start orbiting his bald head. One of them glows with the brightness of a torch.

"I don't think I need any more weapons. I've got what I know, and I know what I've got.

But erm... uh, forgot your name already, Tattoos. Could you hang on to this and use it on me every so often? Its a protective spell." He asks Rukzha, handing her a Wand of Mage Armor. With a sad smile he adds, "Ironically the dwarf who owned that wand last had almost as many tattoos as you do. But I called her Grouch. Because she was... well you get it."

Finally free of the closet he was hiding in, Kai walked out with Rukzha and the others and saw that morbid 'sculpture' and wanted to scream inside. He didn't, thankfully, but when he saw Thilde's arm, he almost vomited. But he held that down too. Rage simmered in place of sadness and fear.

He swallowed staring at that arm the whole time, "The one who did this, did you kill him already?"

Sorry about the severe change in tone. I had initially planned on having his voice feel a little more scrappy than your average monk, but I forgot in all my excitement. We'll chalk it up to him being really hungry before.

I was thinking about nicknames for people and almost gave Elriel one, but I think Kai would have hung on to every word after being isolated for so long and would have made a mental point to remember Elriel's name as the first person to say anything to him.

"It's Rukzha. Rukzha Kerzuk." She says as she takes the wand and studies it to find out it contains mage armor. "I could use the wand, but it'll last longer if I cast it myself and it would save the wand for when I don't have more spells left." She focuses on her pearl for a moment then starts chanting and puts her arm on the monk.

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I'll just use the pearl since he asked Rukzha. Rukzha can either use the wand or get a cast from Arrika later if it's necessary.