hope this works... Cyniq moves the mage hand to disrupt the chalk circles.
She then casts grease under the feet of D'Aponte and the right alchemist.
Cyniq, while on fire, dirupts the circle of chalk and casts a slippery spell under D'Aponte.
Like Zirt, the pain is too much for Cyniq and the spell fails.
D'Aponte steps forward, chanting arcane words. Suddenly a rainbow of colored light springs from his hand, toward the party.
The two men throw another flask of alchemist's fire.
"Thanks, Jaraim!" Dovak calls out. A clatter follows the call as his longsword drops to the ground. He draws his lucerne hammer and looks at D'Aponte. "Your evil will stop, here and now!" Dovak declares. Dovak charges the man, swinging his hammer with all his might.
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[ooc]No more bard song; Zirt went negative.[/ ooc]
Jariam channels healing energy.
Hiram falls over unconscious.
Dovak attacks D'Aponte, but misses.
Zirt tries to put out the flame.
Since the baddies are still close to each other, the grease goes off this round, and Cyniq will move a few feet to the left to keep space between her and anyone else (2 squares).
Cyniq casts a spell and suddenly, D'Aponte and one of his assistants begin trying to catch their footing before falling to the ground.
D'Aponte struggles to get up, but slips again and sprawls out on the ground.
"Stay down D'Aponte. You can surrender now, or you'll be put down." Dovak says as the man falls. When he tries to rise again, Dovak swipes at him with his hammer.
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Dovak attacks D'Aponte as he stands up and hits him squarely with his hammer. D'Aponte falls back to the ground in a heap.
The two assistants, seeing their leader go down, immediately drop what they're holding and surrender.
"Let's secure these men with some rope." Dovak says to nobody in particular as he looks over the fallen D'Aponte. "You two," he says looking at the two surrendered assistants "Where did D'Aponte keep his notes? We don't want to harm you, just to collect the notes he'd been working on"
Zirt comes forward to help stabilize d'Aponte.
Checking D'Aponte, you find that he is dead, not just mostly dead, but dead dead.
Them men silently point in the direction of a worktable when Dovak questions them.
Such a terrible outcome! I had hoped that violence would not be necessary. He is dead? Really?!
Cyniq is a bit put out at being party to causing the death, we were not told to kill him, just to ask for the notes!
Hiram wakes and gets to his feet quickly, waving his Falcata blindly before himself and stumbling around blindly. Somehow, he manages to trip over the late Mr. D'Aponte and fall on his face. It is frankly a miracle that his did not fall onto his own blade.
He rubs his eyes and looks to see what he tripped over, only to be met by the dead gaze of D'Aponte.
"What? When did this happen?"
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Jaraim touches Zirt's shoulder.
"May these wounds be mended by the aid of the great forge father."
Spontaneous casting to swap protection from evil with cure light wounds
"Az tapok harhazat waurh our'h rurpona azzikaurrth, wahaart."
As Hiram takes his spill Jaraim rushes over to help him stand and walks him to the doorway where the group entered. "Steady now, friend. Perhaps a seat and a drink for a moment to get your bearings. Mr. D'Aponte's madness has been ended..."
Looking over his shoulder he raises his voice enough for the assistants to hear him. "... And his assistants needn't be afraid, we're fair folk with no interest in further bloodshed." Followed by a nod.
He then whispers a short prayer and scans the room using detect magic.
Zirt looks in horror at the dead man, her eyes wide and full of confusion and worry. She tries to speak, but only manages a small scared sound. When the dwarf puts his hand on her shoulder, she jumps in surprise and turns around to face him. At his words, she suddenly buries her little head in his big shoulder and begins to cry.
Dovak pats the gnome on the back. "Sometimes, little one, Iomedae and her bretheren leave for us tasks we'd rather not do. But if we refuse those tasks, then the world would be filled with people like D'Aponte instead of people like your mother. What would she say about this?" Dovak looks a little confused, but the gnome cannot quite see that from where she is. I hope her mother would say something comforting in this situation... he thinks.
He waits until the gnome calms down, then whispers quietly to the dwarf "As we discussed, we can share D'Aponte's work with the Pathfinders; perhaps even get a copy made if it isn't just mad ramblings. Though we should make sure that he wasn't going to try and rule the world or something like that before we turn it over to our employer. Do you think the society might help with something like that?"
The little gnome looks up from the dwarf's shoulder with big, tear-stained eyes, and sniffs sadly. "I... *sniff* I don't know what my mother would say about this. She might... she might agree with you, Mr. Dovak... I think... *sniff* I think she'd say the same thing she always does when she makes me scale fish or chop weebleroot. 'My little Zirt,' she'd say, in her most loving and caring voice, *sniff* 'if you don't want to scale the fish, you shouldn't have taken it out of the ocean.'"
Zirt frowns slightly, rubs her eyes, and sniffs again. "I think... I think that somehow applies here?"