Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

LOL, Leroy Jenkins! Completely Rush In And Slay Them All (RIASTA).

”I don’t understand the words coming out of your mouth.” Kyffin tells their prisoner. Maybe if I talk more slowly. he thinks.

He repeats himself, talking very slowly, ”Do… you… understand… me… now…?”

When that fails he shrugs and casts Comprehend Languages. Turning to Lothan, he tries, ”Tell him to tell you what the defenses are like within so we can prepare.” He hopes that while Lothan seems to be able to speak only in this strange tongue, he might still remember and understand the common language. Kyffin listens in.

Turning to Lothan, he tries, ”Tell him to tell you what the defenses are like within so we can prepare.”

Nodding, "Tu l'as eu."

Turning his attention to the guard, "OK, mon pote, tu dois nous dire quel genre de défenses tu as en toi. On doit savoir à quoi on a affaire. C'est ça ou on te tue. À toi de voir, mon ami." Lothan keeps his bow trained on the guard, waiting on his decision.

Starflit stands silently, her face looking a bit befuddled. To her ears, Lothan's words sound equal parts childishly goofy and strangely...sexy??!!

Wait--no! Uh-uh. NOTHING about Lothan was sexy. Strange? Sure. Sexy? No way!

Reigning in her chaotic thoughts, the stoic inquisitor of the Black Butterfly simply inquires, "So...what's the deal?"

Tristain floats along, somewhat chagrined that Kyffin's plan worked so well.

"Huh. Maybe we should do that more often." He waits for others to negotiate things, maybe even with words.

"Yeah!" Al supports Lothan, although he has no idea what Lothan is actually saying and he's really hoping it doesn't involve vampire ladies again.

Diplomacy, Bluff?: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (12) + 23 = 35 (-1 if that's a bluff)

"So...what's the deal?"

Keeping his focus upon the guard, "Le problème, mon papillon, c'est que ce crétin doit nous donner un plan du bâtiment, sinon on va devoir le laisser tomber. J'espère que ça t'éclaire. Et de rien, ma belle. Je suis là pour t'aider." He angles his focus toward her a moment, grinning wryly and shooting her a wink before refocusing on the guard.

LOL!

The surviving ghoul is incredibly nonplussed, but answers as it's preferable to being slaughtered on his smoke break. "Ce gros porc Armel est accompagné de quelques gardes, alors prenez garde. Je n'essaierais pas d'appeler le capitaine sans être préparé.”

She draws out a map of the basic layout of the building. See Overall Map link; J2 is the tavern room, J3 the theatre, J4 storage, J5 Buffet Larder, and J6 is the Owner’s Quarters.

Lowering his bow, he turns to the others and relates what he's learned. "Bon, il y a ce gros porc nommé Armel, accompagné de deux gardes. Le garde, fumeur de cigarettes, nous prévient : il faut se préparer à ce type et ne pas le prendre à la légère. Et je suis presque certain qu'Armel n'est pas un cochon. Même si, dans ce monde survolté, il pourrait bien l'être." He shrugs.

Narrowing his eyes at the group, "Personne ne me comprend, n'est-ce pas ? Pas un seul d'entre vous ne comprend ce que je dis. Ah ! C'est sans doute pour ça que personne n'a répondu à mes propos depuis notre arrivée. OK, réfléchis, Lothan, réfléchis."

With an idea coming to mind, Lothan cuts his attention back to the guard. "Hé, garde ! Tu parles le commun ?"

Starflit grows frustrated with the strange language that Lothan and the ghoul are speaking and mutters under her breath, "When in Paris, do as the...Parisites do??!!" Then she casts comprehend languages on herself and prepares to translate for Tristain, Kyffin, and Al.

Oh yeah! Post 9000, suckers!! WOOO WOOO!!

Tristain keeps quiet and totally trusts Lothan not to f~+~ this all up. Ayep, total trust. No worries. Tristain is totally relaxed.

While Lothan continues the conversation and the map gets drawn, Al uses his hat of disguise to change his appearance to the deceased other guard and drags the body to a side alley to keep up appearances at the front of the club. Although he can't really look like a parisian ghoul he does his best to emulate the vibe complete with cigarette.

Kyffin, comprehend languages already going, translates the silly talk to the others. "Well we have a map and a plan. Shall we sweep through and dust these fellows off?"

He thinks a moment, "Oh, and watch your purses. Last time I heard this language while traveling I had my pocket picked!" He chuckles.

True story, though it was Lyon and not Paris.

"So. What's the plan? Seems like a large open place. Once we start in, everyone is going to pile on. Can we sneak up to the bad guy at least, and start with him? Maybe his minions can be convinced to flee once he's down?"

We do have a Hide from Undead, but smart undead get a pretty easy save (Will 14). So it's not as fool-proof as invisibility, but I can get all of us. If we're quick, maybe the wrong people won't notice right away.

He turns back to Lothan, "Ask him where the captain likes to hang out? Where will he be? I can understand you both, I just can't speak it."

He turns back to Lothan, "Ask him where the captain likes to hang out? Where will he be? I can understand you both, I just can't speak it."

Eyes going wide, "Tu peux me comprendre ?! Doux! Enfin ! Quelqu'un peut me comprendre ! Il était temps. Avez-vous une idée de quel genre de langage infernal et impie il s'agit ?"

Then raising an eyebrow, "Attendez une minute, vous avez déjà entendu cette langue ?" he asks, truly curious, before realizing he's wasting time. "Désolé, je m'égare. Questionnez le garde. Compris."

@Guard: "Bon, garde, oublie ma dernière question. Ça ne m'intéresse plus. Maintenant, quelques questions. Où votre capitaine aime-t-il traîner ? Où pensez-vous qu'il se trouve en ce moment ? Si vous pouviez nous donner une localisation aussi précise que possible, ce serait super."

A gendarme shook down my wife in Paris when she didn't realize she needed to present her subway ticket to get off the train/out of the station. She's still traumatized.

"Tu me prends pour un Anglais ? Je ne parle pas une langue vulgaire et vulgaire ! Je parle le FRANÇAIS, la langue de l'amour," the guard responds to Lothan.

Through a few back and forths, it becomes clear Armel is likely in the tavern room, along with a large number of other people. The guard suggests you try to play on Armel’s ego by suggesting that he demonstrate that he is the most dangerous creature in all of the Paris nexus to get him to fight you on his own.

"Mais ce ne sera pas facile. Armel n'est pas idiot."

Looking utterly confused, he turns to Kyffin, "« Amour » ?! Ha ! Ouais, peu importe. Dis donc, Kyffin, sérieusement, c'est quoi, au juste, un « français » ? C'est vraiment une langue ? C'est probablement infernal, hein ? Je ne crois pas à ces conneries d'« amour »."

Realizing he's getting off track again. "Zut ! Désolé, je m'égare encore. Armel est sûrement à la taverne, accompagné d'une bande d'autres costauds. Oh, attends ! T'as tout compris. Bon, eh bien, dis-le aux autres alors. Mince, je déteste ce langage. Je te jure, je suis en prison ici. Il faut qu'on sorte d'ici." He rubs his eyes and sighs in annoyance.

"Tu sais ce que je commence à penser ? Je me dis qu'on n'est plus au Kan…" he raises an eyebrow, finding himself a little frightened as to where that even came from. "Je veux dire, Golarion… maintenant." He looks curiously up to the sky, and around, wondering... before shaking his head vigorously in an attempt to get rid of the potential oncoming madness. Si on ne sort pas d'ici vite, je vais complètement perdre la tête, j'en suis sûre. Je pourrais finir pire que T ! If one looks hard enough, one might notice the high level of fear in Lothan's eyes and a small tear escaping the corner of his eye at the thought.

"So if we fight him there, we'll have the whole place on us. That's tough. Fighting him one on one is fine, but who's our champion? Al would be my vote. If he wants his five toughest against us, that works too!"

Kyffin is ready to head in, and push his way to the tavern room.

Tristain keeps his mouth shut even as others are trying to start a fight. Sometimes fights were necessary, but he'd never start one.

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Shrugging, Lothan looks over at Tristain, bonking his head as usual. He stares at the wall for several moments before shaking himself free of his reverie. Testing the string of his bow, he follows after Kyffin.

"One ghoul, sure, can't be that hard, let's make a show of it for everyone in the club" Al bluffs. Secretly he hopes it's a 5 on 5 showdown, but he shows a tough exterior and a sense of confidence.

Al can take on that challenge, smite will deal good damage, but he will take a lot of damage every round too and his lay on hands will only keep it going a few rounds. He can cure the paralysis and use divine bond to enhance his weapon if we learn the leaders weaknesses. Not counting divine bond he'll be able to do 1d10+32 per hit with smite and power attack. His AC will only be around 33, anything we can do to increase his attacks and AC will help a bunch. If he can borrow high bonus ring o' protection and amulet of natural armor that might do it, currently have a +2 of each. DiceBot may have the final say.

Kyffin will cast an extended Bull’s Strength on Al to give him a bit of a boost. He doesn’t have much else that’ll help though - or at least not much that won’t end quickly - long before the conversation and challenge can reasonably occur.

He'll also cast resist energy communal (fire) just in case on everyone - extending it with his rod.

When the party is done buffing Al, he'll push open the doors and stride into the room.

You enter to find the walls and doors of this spacious room are painted black and are decorated with skeletons and skulls, horrific battle scenes, and paintings of guillotines in use. Tables are arranged throughout the room in a tavernlike setting, save that the tables are coffins that rest on wooden biers. Drinks are served in small skulls that cradle a glass inside. Dim light is provided by fat, dripping candles set in two chandeliers fashioned from human bones, each topped with a skull. A black upright piano sits in the northeast corner of the establishment with a swivel piano stool before it. Festive music, laughter, and conversation fill the chamber. Opposite the piano in the northwest corner is a bar area with racks of bottles and kegs behind the counter. Two individual black doors exit to the north, a third door stands behind the bar, and a double door leads south.

Captain Armel and two of his personal lieutenants carouse at the center table against the north wall. Armel is an enormous ghoul, overweight even for his 9-foot-tall stature. He sits precariously on a wooden chair that appears almost ready to collapse beneath him. Tucked over his shoulder is an enormous greataxe with a razorsharp edge. A number of other Leng ghouls, and even a few humans, occupy the tavern. Waiters, most of them human, thread through the room dressed in undertaker costumes and delivering drinks on silver platters. A fearsomely jovial Leng ghoul tends the bar.

"Kyffin! Kyffin. Dis-moi ça. Dis-moi : 'On est là pour se défoncer et mâcher du chewing-gum. Et on n'a plus de chewing-gum.' Ça va paraître dur venant de toi. Je peux le faire paraître dur, mais tu peux le faire paraître dur." He nods confidently, winking.

Starflit will cast communal protection from evil on the party before they enter the establishment. 7-minute duration for Al; 2 minutes for everyone else.

Al looks to Lothan and indicates the giant ghoul at the center table. "Tell him, loudly so everyone in the bar can hear, that I think he looks weak and that even an old man could beat him in one to one combat. It's embarrassing that anyone follows such a weak fool, even that axe looks fake." Then Al looks to the rest of the party, "Anything helps, especially haste and displacement." When the words start flying Al will prepare to cast his own spell, Dispel Evil, and bring a godly smite against the ghoul leader.

Tristain will cast Heroism on Al, and nod at the idea that Haste might be helpful.

Tristain will stay back of the conflict, ready to help if he can.

Kyffin moves in behind Al in support. He waits to see what happens in the room, though he's on his toes and ready for a mass brawl - just in case.

Al looks to Lothan and indicates the giant ghoul at the center table. "Tell him, loudly so everyone in the bar can hear, that I think he looks weak and that even an old man could beat him in one to one combat. It's embarrassing that anyone follows such a weak fool, even that axe looks fake." Then Al looks to the rest of the party, "Anything helps, especially haste and displacement." When the words start flying Al will prepare to cast his own spell, Dispel Evil, and bring a godly smite against the ghoul leader.

Nodding, "Ouais, d'accord. Ouais, d'accord. Je pense toujours que Kyffin aurait dû suivre ma suggestion. Ça aurait été cool."

Lothan looks to the crowd and pauses, his eyes going wide. Quickly turning back to the others, there's a look of shock upon his face, and a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Je vois des gens morts."

Receiving a plethora of questioning looks, Lothan shakes his head vigorously, trying to get it together. "Reste concentré sur ta tâche, Lothan, reste concentré sur ta tâche."

Turning back to the crowd, Lothan clears his throat and begins. "Bonjour à tous ! J'ai un message pour Armel. Il vient de mon vieil ami," he motions to Al, "qui est tout à fait humain."

"Il te dit, Armel, qu'il te prend pour un faible et qu'il est persuadé qu'il te botterait le cul en combat singulier. Il dit aussi qu'il ne comprend pas pourquoi quelqu'un suivrait quelqu'un d'aussi faible et pathétique que toi. Il suppose que c'est une blague."

"Et enfin, il se demande pourquoi tu trimballes une fausse hache. Il suppose que tu t'en sers comme accessoire pour effrayer les gens, en espérant que personne ne découvre que tu n'es en réalité qu'un faible, comme je l'ai déjà mentionné, tout comme ta hache."

"Alors, ceci étant dit, Armel le chapeau Anal, vas-tu accepter ce défi ? Mon ami pense que tu ne le feras probablement pas, vu ton manque de cran. Il n'y a pas de honte à avoir peur, et je dis bien à avoir très peur, monsieur."

Receiving a plethora of questioning looks...

Many looks?

Tristain doesn't know exactly what is being said, but readies for trouble.

Al Diplomacy: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (11) + 23 = 34

Does anyone want to try to Aid?

Kyffin grunts, unsure how to help, "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.!"

Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3 vs DC 10 to aid

Nope, not here!

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18 LOL! Aid another, bay-bee!

Tristain keeps bonking and worrying about his own internal thoughts.

"Aw...you don't need to show off in front of us, Grandpa. We already know you're a lot badder than you appear and can wipe the floor with anyone in this place."

Starflit Diplomacy Check (Aid Another--Al): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Oops. I forgot to add this to my aid another...

"Et j'aimerais aussi ajouter, mon pote, que... TU ES NUL !!!" Lothan cracks up laughing, enjoying the heck out of this as he finds himself right in his wheelhouse with all the trash talk.

He then turns to Kyffin, "Et, Kyffin, c'était le pire trash talk que j'aie jamais entendu de ma vie. Tu te souviens quand je disais que je faisais paraître dur le trash talk, et que toi, tu le faisais paraître dur ? Eh bien, j'avais raison et tort. Avec ton niveau de trash talk, impossible que tu fasses passer ça pour un dur. En fait, c'était un peu gênant. J'avais raison sur moi, mais pas sur toi. Bien essayé, quand même, mon pote. Content que tu sois dans mon équipe," he says with a smile and a nod while shooting a wink.

Tristain fights dueling impulses to both facepalm and pat himself on the back. He wants credit for knowing that this would go poorly, but also feels the need to facepalm.

"Bien! Vous vous croyez si impressionnants? On verra ce que vous en penserez quand je vous laisserai ensanglantés!" he announces, standing up and pulling out a huge greataxe. Its edge gleams wickedly.

Starflit is up for Round 1/2. Assuming you're within a standard move action of him, unless you'd prefer to be farther away. Also, just to make sure it's clear, he's fine fighting five-on-one.

Starflit instantly invokes her usual Judgments of Protection and Purity; then she steps up to Kyffin and casts greater lend judgment on him, granting both judgment bonuses to the half-orc as well (for 15 rounds).

As Starflit invokes her magic, the monstrously large ghoul rushes toward Al, his jaws snapping around the old man's shoulder. 22 damage, but I believe you're immune to all the other possible effects

1d20 + 30 ⇒ (7) + 30 = 37
2d6 + 15 ⇒ (1, 6) + 15 = 22

Entire party is up for Round 1/2. Combat map is updated. Reminder that I don't know how much I'll be able to post before Wednesday, though Sunday/Monday is possible.

”Thanks Starflit!”

Kyffin shrugs, ”Five on one then!” He grins, swiftly casts Divine Favor (+4 attacks/damage (luck)), 5’ steps, and swings for the rafters!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 18 + 8 = 38 (bull, favor, hero)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 18 + 6 = 30 (bull, favor)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 13 + 8 = 38 (bull, favor, hero)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 18 + 6 = 33 (bull, favor)
critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 8 + 4 = 26 (bull, favor, hero, crit)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 18 + 6 + 2 = 32 (bull, favor, 2hp fire)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 8 = 25 (bull, favor, hero)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 18 + 6 = 35 (bull, favor)

Al calls upon his god to smite this ghoulish, er, ghoul and feels an unknown language surge through him. "Tu es le petit roi des déchets!"

AC: 35, HP: 87/109

Curve blade, power attack, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 22 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 22 + 2 + 5 = 37
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 12 + 15 + 15 = 55

Curve blade, power attack, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 17 + 2 + 5 - 4 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 34

Curve blade, power attack, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 2 + 5 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 37

Lothan chuckles at old man Al's retort. "Bien joué, Al !"

"Il est temps de mourir, imbécile ! Et ton petit chien aussi !" he says, an inquisitive look instantly forming. Il n'y a pas de chien! Pourquoi dirais-je ça ? Je perds complètement la tête. Bientôt, je ne reconnaîtrai plus personne. Je ne me reconnaîtrai probablement plus moi-même. Quel monde, quel monde. He shakes his head, figuring it's only a matter of time before his mind is completely gone.

Lothan fires at Armel as the ghoul tries to take a chunk out of the old man.

Studied target +4/Rapid shot/Deadly Aim
+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (18) + 24 = 42
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24

(Rapid Shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (19) + 24 = 43
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Crit confirm
(Rapid Shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 24 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 24 + 4 = 43
Damage: 2d8 + 34 ⇒ (6, 4) + 34 = 44

AC: 29; Hp's 138/142

Round 1

”Sacre bleu!” Tristain coughs up the name of his favorite cheese and offers Haste to the party, then flies up and back up to 30’ if he can.

Tristain's Haste: Round 1/15. You feel an urgent need to bonk your head on a wall, this can be overcome by acting quickly and decisively. If you choose to act quickly and decisively, then get +1 to attx/reflex yadayadayada. Otherwise, choose to enjoy a nice wall bonk, which is also lovely.

Starflit?

Feeling Tristain's spell put fire into her legs, Starflit heads to her right to the tavern wall and then north as far as she can, ending up next to an organ or piano. From there, she casts searing light at the big ghoul.

Starflit searing light ranged touch (haste): 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 1 = 31 for untyped damage: 10d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 5, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 2) = 36

Sorry--forgot I was up at the top of each round.

CL Check in case of Spell Resistance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

Al struggles to land a blow, but Kyffin cuts brutally into the ghoul as Lothan feathers him with arrows and Starflit scorches him. The creature turns its attention from the insulting old man to the violent half-orc -- and nearly decapitates him! Kyffin barely is able to throw himself back far enough to avoid instant death, but finds himself bleeding badly from a number of deep cuts! 70 hp, plus I need a DC 25 Fort save or be paralyzed, and a second DC 25 Fort save or take 1 Con and 3 Dex damage

Al takes advantage of the turned attention and gracefully sidesteps to hack viciously at the ghouls backside. swift action Grace to not provoke attacks of opportunity as Al moves to flanking with Kyffin

Curve blade, power attack, haste, flanking, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 = 42
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 12 + 15 + 15 = 57

Curve blade, power attack, haste, flanking, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 = 45
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 33

Curve blade, power attack, haste, flanking, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 = 32
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 42

Curve blade, power attack, haste, flanking, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 12 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 12 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 = 30
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 33

possible crit on 2nd attack, also assuming the 42 hit for the extra damage on first smite against undead, other add that to this attack if it only hit

Curve blade, power attack, haste, flanking, focus, heroism, smite: 1d20 + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 22 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 5 - 4 + 4 = 47
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 12 + 15 = 35

Tristain watches the brute squad doing brutish things and waits to get involved. He hopes that maybe Lothan could do something good? It might be a blue moon time or something like that. Hard to tell in this alternate reality.

Quick note to help Kyffin, since 'Flit shared her judgments with him this round...here's what they do: Judgments: #2 of 5; purity (+4 sacred bonus on all saving throws (+8 against curses, diseases, and poisons)); protection (+4 sacred bonus to Armor Class (+8 against attack rolls made to confirm critical hits against the inquisitor...or the Kyffin))

Thanks for the ability, and the update, Starflit.

Fort: 1d20 + 16 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 16 + 6 = 34 (heroism, purity) vs paralyzation
Fort: 1d20 + 16 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 16 + 6 = 42 (heroism, purity) vs -1 con, -3 dex

Kyffin laughs through broken teeth, ”That’s not enough!” He swiftly heals, converging Blade of Light to a Cure Critical. It’s not a lot, but it’s the best he can do.
CCW: 4d8 + 15 ⇒ (2, 6, 8, 4) + 15 = 35

Then he proceeds to swat away at the ghoul with his own full attack!
Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 18 + 9 = 37 (bull, favor, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 18 + 6 = 31 (bull, favor)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 13 + 9 = 37 (bull, favor, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (4, 5) + 18 + 6 = 33 (bull, favor)
critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 9 + 4 = 32 (bull, favor, hero, haste, crit)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 2) + 18 + 6 + 2 = 34 (bull, favor, 2hp fire)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 8 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 9 = 25 (bull, favor, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (6, 4) + 18 + 6 = 34 (bull, favor)

Hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 18 + 9 = 43 (bull, favor, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 18 + 6 = 31 (bull, favor)
critthreat hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 9 + 4 = 35 (bull, favor, hero, haste, crit)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 18 + 6 + 2 = 36 (bull, favor, 2hp fire)

With Armel's attention focused solely on Kyffin, Al moves quickly around him and teaches him the error of his ways -- brutally murdering him. It's possible Kyffin's attacks were needed, but between the two of them ... ouch!

Once Captain Armel is dead, the stunned witnesses begin departing the cabaret to tell everyone they know. You can strip the ghoul of his possessions: 2 scrolls of harm, a +1 vorpal greataxe, and a cloak of resistance +2.

You can search the theater, or head back to let Zann's people know you accomplished the mission.