Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

YEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Score one for Heroes feast and elven immunities! Boy, just goes to show that every little bit counts. :P

"Great kid! Don't get cocky," Tristain reminds Lothan (and Al, the Totally Normal Old Man) about the the blessings of being heroic.

1d20 + 16 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 + 4 + 2 = 29 SR

Daily Prep: False Life 1d10+10 temp hp, See Invisilibility (160 minutes), Extended Heroism (Tris, Lothan, Al & Kyffin), Life Bubble (about 5 hours each party member), Overland Flight (16 hours).

Round 3

Tristain tries to buy time for Kyffin to return. "Oh man, you're annoying me. Get gone again!" Tristain tries to send the creature on a 'mazical' journey of madness.

Tristain's Haste: Round 3/16. 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 casts flame strike, hoping it can get through the creature's spell resistance.

Starflit Caster Level Check: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Al and Lothan brutally wound the aeon, which is barely standing by the time Starflit casts her spell -- only to see it fizzle out of time didn't beat SR. Tristain's spell is more effective and the creature disappears!

As he disappears, the other Kyffin screams again: "Wake up! Save yourselves! Wake up!”

I'm going to rule that -- since he's apparently not coming back for at least three rounds and Kyffin will be back by then -- that you'd all be able to take him out before he can do anymore harm.

As he reappears, you continues with your brutal assaults, sending him back to the plane where he came from (or perhaps to the maze, where he was safer). The moment that happens, the other Kyffin screams for a final time. “WAKE UP! SAVE ME! HELP! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!”

What do you do?

Kyffin wakes up.

Al decides maybe it was some really spicy food he ate and attempts to wake from the spice induced dream.

Will save of some kind?: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 19 + 2 = 37

Starflit shrugs. "You think maybe that time guardian thing was here because there are two Kyffins and two Tristains present? At the same time...which they probably shouldn't be?"

I freaking love Al and his "spicy foods". Lol! So dang funny. Pretty much everything is: "Must've been somethin' I ate, dadgumit." Lol!!!

His visage sporting a look of abject horror, "TWO Tristains?! Oh, HELL no! There'd better not be two T's. If that's the case, well, I quit! There's only so many T's I can take, man. And one is enough!" He nods emphatically. "No offense, T," he says, figuring that fixes everything.

"By the way, what is that other Kyffin doing? I mean, are we supposed to do something? Are we asleep? Heck, I'm confused. I totally blame the player controller that thinks he's in charge of me. Whoever he is, he has GOT to be an idiot. I swear, if I weren't in full control of myself, I'd already be dead because of him. Such a loser. And I think his stupidity is like a virus, it just spreads and spreads and spreads, and I'm right in the middle of it." Shaking his head in frustration, he looks up and shakes his fist at the ceiling...

...before turning back to the situation at hand. "Okay, should I shoot the other Kyffin? What about the other Tristain? What about the current Tristain? Maybe the one we have is an impostor and has been working with the bad guys to betray us at first opportunity. He's just been pretending to help us. Yeah, yeah, that's gotta be it. Definitely." He bobs his head, thinking that's a pretty good theory.

Cutting his eyes toward Tristain, "No offense, T."

“WAKE UP! SAVE ME! HELP! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!”

Tristain looks over at the screaming Kyffin, thinking that it's only mostly different usual Kyffin. And the screaming, that's usually *his* job, and so something definitely isn't right here.

"And...uh...does my hair really look like that? It's always that pokey-uppy in the back? Oh man, how come you guys never told me that?" Tristain still tries to address the elephant that has been licking the cowlick.

"But also, look there?" Tristain points to a corner in the screaming-Kyffin cell. "See that? That's good news. We know where we are now! We KNOW WHERE WE ARE! It's amazing to know again! Oh very good. It's very good to see the room with the starting corner," he smiles happily. "It's good to know that."

"Maybe everything won't be so awful all the time. Maybe we'll be okay."

"We should shoot all the innocents in here."

"No. No. No. We're not shooting them. We don't know who or when they are. They might be us in the past or some other weird s@!@. Just stop and appreciate that we finally know where we are, Lothan. Just think about that."

Lothan the Destroyer wrote:

"We should shoot all the innocents in here."

"No. No. No. We're not shooting them. We don't know who or when they are. They might be us in the past or some other weird s@*!. Just stop and appreciate that we finally know where we are, Lothan. Just think about that."

LOL!!! 'Lothan the Destroyer!' Good one!!! LOL!!!

Looking a bit confused, Lothan is just about to say something, but quits. He ponders it some more, is about to say something again, and quits again. Chewing on the inside of his lip, "Hm." is all he manages, as he's really finding it tough to figure out what it is he's supposed to appreciate, what it is he's supposed to be thinking about, who all these people are, why there are two Kyffins and Tristains, what the hell is a starting corner, and what it is he's supposed TO BE THINKING ABOUT!!! ARRRRRRGH!!! Gods I hate this place. The frustration is clearly evident upon the confused half-elf's face.

Starflit moves over to Tristain, trying not to look at his hair. "You think maybe we're supposed to finish the ritual to move on?" She does her best to help.

Aid Another; I forget what skill gets used, but probably an auto-success at this point.

Tristain looks at his other self and tries to figure out what to do next, along with some very nice bonking.

*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*

*bonk!*
*bonk!*
*bonk!*

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 Int Check
1d20 + 29 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 29 + 2 = 33 Arcana

Tristain hopes the bonking will job a good idea loose.

Tristain thinks perhaps trying to wake them up might work. Shooting them with arrows probably isn't a good idea, but maybe shaking them (gently, Lothan!) or pouring some (not too hot) water on them, or even calling out something specifically to them.

Maybe there's some other way to wake people up that's not as obnoxious as an annoying spouse hitting snooze on their alarm spell over and over.

Tristain looks around. "Does anyone have a cat? I'm sure a hungry cat, drooling on their faces, would wake them up! I can't possibly fail. Where is the nearest kitty-kitty?"

If he fails to find a cat, he will cast the Telekinetic Projectile cantrip to fwap them with spitballs, hoping that might safely wake them up.

Kyffin walks up to Kyffin and smacks him in the face. Not hard-hard, but hard enough to wake him. Just taking a guess below.

Nonlethal: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Al has been carrying a signal whistle and bell for what seems like forever and it finally serves a purpose. He plays a lively tune on the whistle while harshly ringing the bell and it puts any snoozing alarm spell to shame. Within a minute he's annoying even himself.

Lothan ponders different ways to wake them as he covers his ears while Al blows that blasted whistle for what feels like FOR-EV-OR! Where's that freaking snooze button when you need it!

A great idea then hits him, and he's forced to yell over the whistle. "Oooooo! What if I shot them in the foot?! I mean, that should wake them up! Nothing like a great deal of pain to wake somebody, is all I'm saying! Do you hear me! I freaking know Al can't!" He looks at Al crossly before watching to see if any of the others' ears start to bleed.

As Kyffin and Tristain's past selves start to awaken and spot the keys on the belt of the doppelganger doctor within reach, the Pallid Mask flickers back into existence once more. He staggers toward the past Tristain as he summons the keys and shouts, “No! Stop! This is not possible!”

In a roar and incandescent explosion of bright light, the entire scene disappears.

--

You find yourselves back in the same spot at the docks where Cassilda first teleported you to the Thrushmoor nexus. The skies are still stormy, the rain begins to soak your clothes, and waves roll across the lake.

You are back in the faded version of Thrushmoor, and you realize that if they don’t sever the connection to Carcosa still held by the tenacious connection between Lowls and Xhamen-Dor, the town will be drawn into Carcosa.

Beyond the docks, large sections of the town appear to be missing. Empty ground exists where buildings once stood. Yet slowly the outlines of homes and business start to appear and gradually become more and more solid. The streets of this phantom town are deserted, but the cries of its panicked populace can be heard in the distance. Those cries grow steadily louder with every passing heartbeat. To the north and in the direction of Iris Hill, storm clouds circle where the manor should stand and a beam of yellow light rises from the ground and stabs into the night.

When you reach the spot where Iris Hill should be, you find a two-story tower of peculiar yellow stone stands where the manor once was. It is featureless and windowless save for an open, arched entranceway at the base. Spired battlements, like the tines of a crown, surround the top of the structure. A beam of pale yellow light stabs through the eye of storm clouds that swirl around the tower in a ring. Surrounding the tower is an immense hedge that parts in front of the entrance. Shadowy figures can be seen moving on the tower’s roof in the gloom.

”Well that was something." Kyffin shakes his head like a dog, trying to clear it.

Eventually, "We could take it from the top. But as I feel we need to visit every room of this fun-house, let’s start with the ground floor gate, shall we?”

Kyffin will be air walking just above the surface, but basically at ground level. When the others are ready, he’ll stride forward into the tower, scimitar at the ready!

As the rain pours down his face, Lothan sighs as he runs a hand through his wet hair. "I swear. NOW where are we at? You know, this is like a never-ending nightmare. At some stupid point, are we going to wake up from all this? Maybe we're all asleep and there is no waking up. Sheesh." He shakes his head in frustration.

Sighing again, "Ground floor. Top floor. Doesn't matter to me. I'll just follow your lead, big guy." Dazed and confused, wet, tired, and with his bow in hand, Lothan follows after the half-orc.

Tristain looks at the disappearing scene, confused. That confusion turns to elation as an idea hits him.

”What? That wasn’t real? Oh…does that mean the back of my hair doesn’t look like that? It…it doesn’t look like that, right?” Tristain looks around at each party member in turn, waiting an answer.

Starflit sees an easy out. Looking back and forth between where the other Tristain was and where the (presumably) real one now waits, Starflit deadpans, "Your hair doesn't look like what?" Holding in a smile, she then floats after Kyffin and Lothan.

As the party draws nearer the entrance, the inquisitor scouts a bit for traps.

Starflit Perception Check: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (11) + 22 = 33

Strange glyphs and sigils are engraved along the odd yellow stone archways that lead inside. The chamber within is stark and barren, save for a staircase that winds counterclockwise up to the next floor.

The writing above the archways is in Aklo and reads, “Praise to the Unspeakable One who will emerge from Carcosa as a god.” The ceiling inside is 20 feet high.

Al keeps watch behind the party, half expecting the hedge to close in and the door to shut as they enter the tower.

Tristain looks at Lothan and Kyffin, hoping that one of them will confirm that his hair totally doesn't look like that. Why didn't they tell me!?

* * *

Tristain examines the archway. "I don't recall this before. I wonder who did the construction? And so quickly...I didn't think we were gone that long. Must have been derros, probably."

1d20 + 29 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 29 + 2 = 33 Know (Arcana)

"Woah! A rat! Or a ratlike figure! There! Scrabbling upstairs! I think it seems familiar. Didn't we have a rat down here when we first met the starting corner, Kyffin? Totally normal Al?" he points at the ratlike figure.

Kyffin isn't sure about Tristain's hair. After all, he's looking at him, so can't see the back. He shrugs noncommittally. After all, there's a reason he keeps his covered. It's been a while since his last bath...

When he mentions the figure though, he leaps into action, rushing upwards (air walk) to see what he can see.

"Rats aren't normal here, I shouldn't think!" he shouts as he ascends.

"Hmm, I don't recall a rat in the starting corner. I think we killed some rats that were swarming, and we traded with some rats that could talk for some reason, and we met those weird people that worshipped rats. But I don't recall a starting corner rat." Al shrugs without conviction. "I suppose if we're in a dream I could have forgot about it." Al follows Kyffin up the stairs hoping to get a glimpse of the ratlike figure.

Tristain looks at the disappearing scene, confused. That confusion turns to elation as an idea hits him.

”What? That wasn’t real? Oh…does that mean the back of my hair doesn’t look like that? It…it doesn’t look like that, right?” Tristain looks around at each party member in turn, waiting an answer.

Without hesitation(and not really knowing if Tristain's hair looks like that or not because he just doesn't care), "Nope. Not at all." Hopefully, that's enough to get him to shut up about his dumb hair. Sheesh.

Casually following after the others, "It's just a rat, guys. I mean, c'mon. Who cares? It can't possibly make that much of a difference."

Starflit positions herself at the rear of the group, casting see invisibility on herself and quickly scanning the area, just in case the rat or whatever is some sort of distraction or bait to get intruders to charge upstairs.

Starflit Perception Check: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36

"Nope. Not at all."

Tristain relaxes a lot. Phew! I knew it! There is no way my hair looks that weird all the time and no one told me.

"Ah, good. Thanks Lothan. It's nice to know you'd tell me the truth," Tristain calms to himself and pats down the back of his head/hair (where bonking might muss it). "I knew it was nothing."

Sorry, delayed response. Tristain is the only one who can see the rat -- which he thinks is actually a ratling. Perhaps it's a hallucination?

I figured Kyffin couldn't see it, at least not yet, but he climbs up anyway to see what's there.

"Ah, good. Thanks Lothan. It's nice to know you'd tell me the truth," Tristain calms to himself and pats down the back of his head/hair (where bonking might muss it). "I knew it was nothing."

LOL!!!

"Yeah, sure, no prob," he responds indifferently.

"Did the rat get away? Are we still gonna chase it? Because that seems weird. For the record, I totally never saw the thing. Another question: Why am I even having this conversation? Sheesh." He rolls his eyes, thinking this is all psychotic anyway.

OK, if Kyffin would have gone anyway, I'll stick with the actions, including Starflit casting see invisibility on herself.

You race up the stairs to an enormous circular chamber that's twenty feet high and holds two sets of staircases. One set that you just came up winds counterclockwise down around a central support pillar and ends at the ground floor. The second set of stairs runs clockwise along the wall up toward the roof.

A pale yellow light suffuses this room from above, casting strange, flickering shadows on the stairs leading up. Tristain can see the ratling racing upward, and Starflit catches a flicker of its tail just as she arrives.

Unfortunately, six cultists in yellow robes stand between you and the stairs leading upward. Fortunately, everyone can see them, so they're definitely not a hallucination of Tristain's. Five wielding rapiers are arrayed on the floor; a sixth stands 15 feet up in the air, her head just barely touching the 20-foot-high ceiling. She has a rapier at her hip, but holds a scroll in her hands.

Before you can react, the cultist with green stitching on his robe rushes around you and stabs Al! 31 total damage, plus 2 Str damage

Combat map is updated; the yellow enemy is in the air. Squares are five feet, and I put an up arrow on the stairs leading up. The arrow is on the top of the stairs (the other side is to the northeast).

Since we're near the very end, I'm going to break out initiatives. Al is up.

Al's blade whirls against the cultist as he smears dirt on his wounds.

Dirt On It: 9d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5, 6, 5, 1, 1, 6, 5) = 38

curve blade, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (3) + 24 = 27
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 15 = 28

curve blade, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 19 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 19 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 15 = 21

curve blade, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 14 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 14 - 4 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 15 = 28

Al barely manages to slice the cultist once before he can lean back just enough to avoid being cut worse -- and to completely avoid the column of flame that the apparent leader of the cultists summons with a spell from her position near the roof! 47 divine fire damage; DC 21 Reflex for half

As the flames fade, two more of the cultists close in, one attacking Al and one attacking Kyffin! Both flinch at the licks of flame still clinging to the two and miss horribly, however. Two natural 1s. Wahwah.

Lothan, Starflit and Kyffin are up

Starflit grits her teeth and covers up with her magic cloak as much as possible as the flame strike wracks her body with divine, fiery pain.

So that's what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that spell! she thinks as she fights through the pain. But that which does not kill you...makes your vengeance stronger!

The inquisitor's eyes narrow--unseen beneath the bugged-out moth eyes of her mask--as she casts her own spell. She'd planned on casting the very same spell that she and her allies had just tasted, but the cult leader beat her to the punch. I wonder how many of these fanatics have felt the righteous wrath of a flame strike themselves? A moment later, her own column of holy fire rips through the ranks of her foes, including their twisted leader.

Almost as an afterthought, she also invokes the judgments of Protection, Purity, and Healing.

Starflit Reflex Saving Throw: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Starflit flame strike damage (half divine, half fire): 15d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 2, 3, 2, 5, 6, 3, 1, 2, 6, 2, 4, 2, 2) = 44 (Ref DC 20 half)

Starflit vs. SR (if needed): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

QUICK EDIT: 'Flit also moves deftly past Tristain and Lothan to engage Green Cultist; adding Acrobatics to try to avoid AoO.

Starflit Acrobatics Check: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (1) + 22 = 23

Ref: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41 Evasion

Easily avoiding the fire blast, Lothan looks up with narrowed eyes at the floating cultist. "Oh yeah, the flying b!#@& is mine." Ignoring all other enemies, Lothan aims for the airborne cultist and launches a barrage of arrows directly at her face!

Clustered Shots

I don't think the cultist is within 30' but I'm not sure. If so, then it's +1 to hit/damage for Point Blank Shot.

Studied target +4/Rapid shot/Deadly Aim
+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (2) + 24 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20

(Rapid Shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (16) + 24 = 40
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

AC 30; Hp's 153/153

”Ahh, someone to fight then! I knew the rat would lead us somewhere.” he grins at Tristain.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 2 = 25 (heroism) vs DC 21 for 23hp damage - 11temp = 12hp damage

He blesses his armor (swift +4 sacred) and engages the one next to him - the same one Al attacked.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 18 + 6 = 35 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 20 + 2 = 28 (bull)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 13 + 6 = 26 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 20 + 2 = 27 (bull)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 6 = 28 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 20 + 2 = 31 (bull)

hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 18 + 6 = 44 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 20 + 2 = 25 (bull)
critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 18 + 10 = 34 (bull, feast, hero, haste, crit)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 20 + 4 = 29 (bull, 2hp fire)

Remember, you may still have 11 temp hp from breakfast.

Lothan easily avoids the fire -- but not the adjacent cultist's sword as he launches arrows at the spellcaster, quickly pincushioning her. 9 hp to Lothan The woman slumps in the air and slowly begins to sink to the floor, to the other cultists' dismay. Kyffin quickly follows suit, cutting down a second cultist with a series of effective swipes. Green was out of reach, so had Kyffin take out red

Starflit's spell proves utterly ineffective -- the cultists ably and easily avoid the flames entirely -- causing her to stumble as she moves past Lothan and Tristain. Fortunately for her, the cultist is more focused on Lothan and doesn't take advantage.

The two cultists not yet engaged in melee cast spells, disappearing from everyone but Tristain and Starflit's sight!

Tristain is up!

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 = 25 Reflex vs. DC21 23 - 12 temp hp = 11 damage.

Tristain fails to avoid the flames like everyone else. Being unable to avoid towering flames is probably why everyone thinks he is weird. Probably.

Round 1

Tristain points out where the unseen cultists are. He smolders and casts Haste, and then flies well back and out of future attack range.

Tristain's Haste: Round 1/16. 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.

Tristain quickly casts haste on the group and then exits post-haste as the green-stitched cultist slashes at Lothan twice -- hitting once 8 hp -- before stepping away from Al but staying close enough to slash Lothan if he uses his bow again.

Al is up. You know vaguely where Pink and Blue are, but they're invisible.

DC 21 Reflex save: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22

Al hastily slashes at the (orange) cultist in front of him.

curve blade, power attack, focus, haste: 1d20 + 24 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 24 + 1 = 33
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 15 = 20

curve blade, power attack, focus, haste: 1d20 + 24 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 24 + 1 - 4 = 32
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 15 = 22

curve blade, power attack, focus, haste: 1d20 + 19 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 19 + 1 - 4 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 15 = 21

curve blade, power attack, focus, haste: 1d20 + 14 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 1 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 15 = 27

Al slashes the cultist, then parries the cultist's attempt to return the favor as he sidesteps to set up his next attack.

Lothan, Starflit and Kyffin are up. Remember only Starflit and Tristain can see Blue and Pink (and Blue is actually still probably out of line of sight for everyone in addition to being invisible).

Oh shoot. I remember getting hasted, but apparently not! Silly Kyffin. I’ll skip the hasted attack this round as I made one last round that I shouldn’t have. Apologies for the mixup.

Kyffin swiftly casts Invisibility Purge (80’ range)

He then presses orange hoping to finish what Al started.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 18 + 6 = 26 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 20 + 2 = 30 (bull)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 6 = 33 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 20 + 2 = 27 (bull)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 6 = 25 (bull, feast, hero, haste)
damage: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 20 + 2 = 26 (bull)

I'm going to assume these cultists are human for the purpose of greater bane. If they're not, I'll let the GM make 'Flit's roll to ID whatever the heck they are.

Starflit takes a step back (west) while activating her greater bane ability. Then she lets fly with her enchanted starknife, hoping to pinball it off all three nearby foes.

Starflit +2 returning starknife (PBS, bane, haste, heroes' feast; vs. Green): 1d20 + 19 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 19 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 43 for magic, piercing damage (PBS, greater bane): 1d4 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 4d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 + 2 + (4, 3, 3, 3) = 30

Starflit +2 returning starknife (PBS, bane, haste, heroes' feast; vs. Pink): 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 17 + 1 + 1 = 32 for magic, piercing damage (PBS, greater bane): 1d4 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 4d6 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 + 2 + (6, 5, 1, 6) = 34

Starflit +2 returning starknife (PBS, bane, haste, heroes' feast; vs. Orange): 1d20 + 17 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 17 + 1 + 1 = 31 for magic, piercing damage (PBS, greater bane): 1d4 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 4d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 + 2 + (5, 6, 2, 6) = 36

With the flying cultist dead, Lothan turns his attention to the one that keeps cutting him. "You're next, bub." Lothan nocks an arrow and shoots it right in his face before unloading several more at the cultist.

Attack Green; And then Orange if Green dies. And then Pink and then Blue. (If I can actually see the latter 2). Just giving an order of attacks depending on what happens.

Clustered Shots; (Also, as an FYI, he has the Point Blank Master feat).

Studied target +4/Rapid shot/Deadly Aim/Haste/Heroes' feast/PB
+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (13) + 27 = 40
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20

(Rapid Shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (1) + 27 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23

(Haste)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (11) + 27 = 38
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (20) + 22 = 42
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20

Crit confirm
+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 22 + 4 = 34
Damage: 2d8 + 38 ⇒ (6, 1) + 38 = 45

AC 30; Hp's 136/153

HA! My d8 Damage rolls are a palindrome! :D

No worries, though I should punish you by having your insibility purge fail because it takes my fun away. :D Same with Point Blank Master. Dumb feat!

Kyffin removes the invisibility from all the enemies, allowing Starflit and Lothan to wreak havoc. Starflit cuts the three nearest cultists, before Lothan and Kyffin finish two of them off.

The two remaining cultists get a couple of final cuts in, but without their ability to be invisible, or the numbers to flank, you make quick work of them six seconds later.

The cultists who weren't in the air have few items of interest, but the apparent leader still has two scrolls of mass cure serious wounds, plus a +3 breastplate, cloak of resistance +3, headband of alluring charisma +2, and platinum unholy symbol of Hastur, along with 330 gp.

Ha, ha, ha! Yeah, I hear you!

Kyffin tops up his healing (anyone need a taste?) casting CLW on himself.
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

He collects the loot, ”I thought maybe they had the drop on us there a moment right at the beginning. That fire smarts.” He grins.

When the party has caught it’s collective breath, Kyffin will head up the stairs.

I think we can just assume you're healed at this point; no need to track it. There are literally two pages left in this adventure.