Zodt, once ready for battle, heads over to the refreshments stand and grabs his share of food and drink. He packs the sustenance in his small sack and hefts it onto his back.
Zodt looks himself over, then brushes some perceived dust off of the parade armor he wears. He takes a moment to admire the professionally-embroidered symbol of a dark green clawed hand on his armor before drawing a wicked-looking bastard sword. Following suit with the party, he sneaks forward.
After dawning her armor and gathering her scimitar, Xrezth follows the others. Strange group. They seem to revel in the evil they wish to commit. Buffoons, no wonder they got caught.
After taking his share of food and drink, Lucias follows everyone, near the back of the group.
Lauran takes her share of the rations without uttering a word, while studying her companions.
"Seems like none of my "companions" here is the burly type... a pity, I would have enjoyed having someone to use to distract my victims... of course, if things get heated anyone could do..."
Armor finally on correctly, Gaius heads after the odd group.
Dashuun subtly hides his dagger on his person, taking mental note of which of his new "companions" might need it first. He dons his armor and gear, grabs his own food and drink, brandishes his wicked and blackened curve blade, and follows after everyone. While the others sneak around like jittery forest creatures, Dashuun focuses on silently maintaining his intimidating presence, to make it clear that any backstabbing or scapegoating is safer taken elsewhere.
"Judge not, Pharasma..." he muses to himself while thumbing the keen edge of his sword, a terrible grin spreading across his face.
I don't think they have beholders in PF. I believe D&D owns the copyright to that. Will have to settle for a lich or great wyrm or some other minor nuisance.
Ahahaha love it! Bring it on!! \-/
Dogar forges ahead and spies a corner lit by a torch. The flickering light casts dancing shadows on the soot stained walls. The corridor continues right (left on the map). Xrezth stands next to a door in the same wall as the door they just left.
Xrezth looks at the door trying to determine whether there is anything suspicious about it, or if it is trapped.
Perception:
Seeing nothing, and not trusting her companions, she opens the door, or at least attempts to do so.
Lauran waits for the Xrezth to open the door before doing anything.
"Good! You make an excellent bait!"
Looking down Dogar growls "Hmph. Cute." before raising his foot and crushing the thing beneath it. Once throughly smooshed, he continues on, growling again "I hate cute."
Xrezth opens the door to reveal a room full of pillars and dim light (20% concealment Low misses). Long shadows cover the walls and obscure a mural depicting a man wielding a spiked chain ruling over all of the world. In the middle of the room stands a half-elf clad in black mail (chainmail) and twirling the end of a spiked chain in a lazy loop. She turns towards the door when Xrezth opens it. She smiles and says cheerily, "Hello! Have you heard the good news of the Midnight Lord?"
Behind her is man hanging by his arms over a basin. He is much less cheery when he speaks.
"For the love of all that is good, HELP ME!"
Assuming he hears the yelling, Dogar quickly backtracks towards the room, looking in and swearing when he sees the sights within "By Calistra's swollen balls! Humans and Elves, bad eno' on their own, even worse when mixed together. So what's this crazy b@~*$ all about??"
At the sound of something interesting, Dashuun perks up and tries to catch a glimpse of what's happening up ahead.
"Oh, I'm not crazy sir Dwarf. Cruel, sadistic, evil, but not crazy. Now if you want crazy, you can talk to Mister Tibbles. He seems to think I'm some heathen witch! Last I checked I cast spells of unholy origin, not arcane."
trying to get closer to the excitement, Dashuun roughly pushes past Lauran and Lucias, stopping at the unimpressive Gaius. He looks at the timid creature and glares intensely, an uncomfortable heat radiating from his hands as he raises them up, palms toward the awkward half-elf's face.
"Boo!" he growls as he feigns an advance against the weak-looking creature standing in his way.
Intimidation:
Zodt pokes his head out the door, looking into the crowded hallway. "whats going on?"
Hmmm, unholy and sadistic. You are my type of gal. But tell me, does you lord bow to Ardad Lili, the Mistress of Snakes and Seduction?
Xrezth steps into the room, staring at the elf before her.
Lucias walks calmly into the room, wondering what the noise was about. Seeing the half elf, he looks unimpressed, thinking:
"Oh how wonderful, a half-elf with a chain. Whatever will they think of next?
"Hmm? Oh nononono! The Midnight Lord does not bow to anyone! After all Pain and Pleasure are the two great rulers of us mortals, and He is the embodiment of both."
As she talks the chain spins faster and faster before it suddenly strikes out at the chained man, who gives a yelp of pain.
"Mmmmm, Beautiful music, isn't it?"
Sense Motive:
Being totally clueless of her intentions.
Oh, but you have the wrong pain. It is much more enjoyable seeing the pleasure in a mans eyes, and then watching the pain as his wife or beloved discovers his betrayal. The pain of the body you practice is only temporary. Betrayal lasts forever. My Mistress specializes in the pleasure that causes such pain.
Dogar shakes his head and turns to go, not caring one whit about the man, or the insane half-elf. Before he can reach the door the, he hears a buzzing in his ears. Smacking himself in the head, he asks "Did anyone else hear that?"
Then, suddenly thinking of something, he asks aloud, looking somewhere near the ceiling "Wait, you saying we need to kill this b$##&, or save this looser, to get out of here alive?"
Zodt moves up closer to the door, interested suddenly by all the yelling and posturing. He sticks to the shadows as much as he can.
AHHHH! Gaius screams at the scary figure in front of him. "You pathetic hunk of flesh, kill him! Don't let him walk on you." I won't try to kill him, he looks like he could burn me alive! "Bah, not before you stab him and blast him with the spell we learned." I'd rather not risk it...
Lauran enters the room and walks near the half-elf admiring her handywork.
"Good, firm hand. But, pray tell, who would this other one be?
Giggling to himself over his little maneuver with Gaius, Dashuun looks up to see the hall clogging with his other comrades as well. Annoyed, he calls out to the group ahead, "What are we all waiting around for? Is there treasure?"
He briefly considers turning to find his own path, but decides against it, propping himself up on a wall and slashing at the air in front of him.
"Ah, but if it is only physical pleasure and emotional pain, then you are only getting part of the experience. Pain is heightened by pleasure and pleasure by pain. They are in separable as life and death."
Her manner of speaking is like that of a parent explaining something to a slow child. Her voice finds a rhythm with the lazily spinning chain and is strangely hypnotic.
She beams and giggles at the compliment.
"Thank you! This fine young man is a lonely lost soul in need of a little pain and pleasure."
"W-WHAT! NO! I'm a pries of Io--"
"The poor man has lost his wits. He seems to think another god besides The Midnight Lord matters."
She shakes her head and tsks sadly. She suddenly looks up and is beaming again.
"But enough of this poor man's tale, perhaps I can teach you some tricks? Hmm? Maybe even have you confused friend as well! It can be a girls only stay over!"
Sense Motive:
Growling, his temper quickly starting to rise, Dogar glares at the chain spinning female "Look ye daft cow, I don't give a rat's ass for that piece o' meat ye got hanging back there. But I'll tell ye this fer free, if ye was a man, I'd already stuffed my fist in yer face just fer annoyin' me with all yer nonsense about yer stupid 'Midnight Fairy Lord'. But, since yer a broad, I'll give ya a chance. So, why don't we play all nice like n' ye let that sack o' pathetic down so's I kin get this annoying voice outta my head, right? Otherwise, if yer the kind what likes tae play rough, as it seems ye might be, well, that kin be arranged as well." as he slaps his axe into his palm, a certain eager grin beginning to form over his face. `
Although not the brightest or wisest of sorts, one thing Dogar does know is fighting. Seeing a chain spinning woman who's he's just insulted means he's ready for a fight, a prospect which always manages to brighten his day, even if it is only a fight with a woman.
Xrezth just shakes her head and walks up to the woman looking her in the eye. You just do not understand the level of suffering that can be caused through betrayal. Wars have been started because of a straying eye. But unfortunately I doubt you will ever have the chance to learn.
With that Xrezth attempts to insert her scimitar into the soon to be former priestesses gut.
Attack-scimitar:
Damage:
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Damage:
"Oh, believe me. I kno--*GAHK*" The blade running her through cuts her off in a blood filled gasp. She looks down at Xrezth's sword in her belly with surprise, which quickly turns to glee.
"And here I wad thinking that I wasn't going to have fun at all."
Zodt will come in and do a combat roll to get into flanking position and then attack the priestess with his katana
Round 1
I hope you lord enjoys the sacrifice you are making in the name of not listening to me.
Xrezth gets a big smile on her face and begins to giggle with glee as she draws the blade of her scimitar from the priestesses gut and then makes a seductive twist with her body causing her scimitar to slide up the priestesses armor and across her throat.
Attack-scimitar:
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Dashuun, hearing the sounds of hostilities, keeps his back planted firmly against the wall, smirking to himself and waiting to see how his comrades fare.
"Oh well... I liked her but it seems our frienship is not to be. Rather unfortunate I'm forced to side with such uncouth individuals... Ahhh, no use crying over spilled milk..."
Smiling apologetically Lauran plunges her rapier in the half-elf's back.
Attack roll:
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Why are you killing that lady!
Because she had a different view of pain, so I am allowing her to experience her view.
"Oh wonderful, now something interesting happens!
Lucias smirks before casting Daze
Dogar watches impassively as the two females of their group make short work of the strange priestess. Normally, he'd be more than little furious of someone who'd got in the way of a fight of his, but this was a rare exception.
He'd never really had much gumption for killing women, mainly because it wouldn't normally be much of a challenge, but seeing these two work, especially the sadistic Asimar, he makes mental note not to give them any advantage for being female should the time to kill them happen to arise.
'Hmph, these two broads are as crazy as the dead one was. Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll start some trouble with me. Still just doesn't seem quite right to kill a dame what ain't caused me no grief yet after all.'
As he muses to himself the shaggy haired dwarf stomps over to the hanging man, completely oblivious and uncaring of the blood he steps through on the way. Coming right up to the man he asks gruffly "So, I suppose we're supposed to free ya, eh? Well, what I want to know is, what's in it for me?"