Seeing the demons close on him Bollwerk lets his divine power heal himself before focusing on the first, calling his divine wrath on it
Fabian will run fowrward (to R15) and activate his protective ward.
Kazul swings at the tiefling in T17 twice with Haste.
Bollwerk brings downs the wounded demon with righteous might. The tiefling, seeing Kazul enter the fray, turns on him. Her short sword fails to catch the fast moving half orc, so she steps back away from the door.
Fabian advances and activates his protective magic.
Kazul steps into the vacated space and with two quick chops, kills the tiefling rogue.
The archon, eager to bring the light of justice to its enemies, moves into the doorway and fires. With the swirling melee, only one shot hits, burning the demon with white fire.
Farasha squints through the moving figures, and puts another two arrows in to the air, points spinning as they dive towards the demon.
The arrows hit high in the demon's chest, spinning it about and knocking it down. It doesn't get up again.
The faces of the portraits that hang on the walls of this room have been slashed. Two marble planters lie smashed in pieces on the ground, and mud streaks across the white stone floor.
A bracket shows where a longsword once hung over a stylized gold sunburst affixed to the south wall. Lines of strange runes are carved into the walls on both sides of the sunburst. Dried blood and excrement have been smeared across the sunburst and a short bench for kneeling that sits on the floor.
Kazul does his usual treasure collecting and secret door searching, while the party investigates the room.
Other than weapons and armor of basic make - which you couldn't carry now anyway - you find 45 gp among the guards.
Moving over to the shrine Bollwerk puts radiance down and kisses its pommel.
After that he pours water on a rag and starts cleaning the shrine.
"Please, I can and will not ask you to help me, but I will not leave this place defiled. It will just be a few minutes, but my soul aches if I live this shrine uncleaned."
Farasha nods her approval as Sjurd's minion helps clean the shrine
Disgusting and foul creatures, their very presence defiles this holy place the cleric's brow furrows in distaste as she regards the dead tieflings and demons
We should finish eradicating this vermin from this place. First though, does anyone have wounds they wish mending?
Finally satisfied Bollwerk nods thankfully to the others and prepares for the next trial. "AMEN!"
After the shrine is clean, Fabian will thank Sjurd, and then kneel down and say a brief prayer to his patron deity.
"Iomedae, let us inherit thine arms. Give us strength and purpose as we cleanse this place and try to reclaim our city for your glory against the incursions of the abyssal hordes."
Kazul goes through east door.
This room was once some sort of museum, but its contents have been smashed and scattered across the room—even the shelves have been shattered and torn apart in places. The decapitated bodies of two knights, their armor and bodies broken and mangled, lie in the ruins. Their tabards, clearly marked with the sword-and-sun of Iomedae, lie in tatters. The instrument of their ruin lies nearby, a silvered mace covered in gore, is the only intact item in the whole room.
"Can anyone quickly look in the other room. It should be free of danger as the guards came here, but just to check for anything important".
Moving forward Bollwerk carefully arranges the bodies for later burial and speaks a prayer of passing for them before picking up the mace, keeping it for the moment in honor of the dead.
Our lady of valor, take those two brothers who died in your name and grant them a place in your host of rightesness.
There is nothing else of value in this room. You do know that Abrikandilu demons thrive on destruction, hence all of the damage in the museum. The mace is the only item that does not have a scratch on it.
The north door opens into a an empty room, an annex perhaps. Two doors lead from it, one north and one west.
Bollwerk moves after Kazul gave him the all clear sign to the next room to stand vigil.
Fabian shakes his head sadly in the museum room. "This place stored relics of the First Crusade," he says. "And, yes, once it is safe, once we have made sure nothing is about to leap out and attack us, I would like to give these bodies a proper burial."
Farasha says prayers over each body the party encounters, all the while keeping a watchful eye with a cold iron arrow nocked.
Yes Fabian, these folk do deserve a proper burial, hopefully once we've taken back this place we'll have time to attend to that.
She watches carefully as Kazul encounters the door and slips through.
Fabian will take a look at this mace. "Something seems interesting about this mace...."
He casts Detect Magic, and concentrates on the mace if does indeed show a magic aura.
The mace is indeed special, it is a +1 adamantine mace.
Kazul hears a slight scratching as if claws on stone...the door is not locked.
Kazul waits to see what harm if any befalls the bold summoner. He decides to not open the east door, fearing a trap.
Farasha still stands ready, switching her gaze back and forth between Sjurd and Kazul, before settling firmly on the summoner as he walks through the doorway.
The door opens, and all hell breaks loose. First, a bomb arcs through the door to explode at Sjurd's feet, knocking him to the ground. Then the two cultists waiting behind the door attack the summoner with their glaives, each cutting the prone man deeply!
Kazul nimbly dodges the splash damage of the bomb, as he shakes his head at the prone summoner.
He then draws and throws a javelin at the cultist in M22 but misses! He steps up 5' to O20, out of LoS of the alchemist.
Fabian reacts with alarm when an explosion followed by two reach attacks do tremendous damage to Sjurd. He raises his staff, and fires two bolts of magical force at the alchemist in the back.
Looking worries for Sjurd, Farasha weaves her hand in an abrupt motion and points at one of the cultists, who's glaive glows red hot in response.
3rd - Remove Curse(d), (Open), Dispel Magic
2nd - Remove Paralysis(d), Resist Energy, Shatter,
1st - Remove Fear(d), Bless,
0th (at will)-create water, detect magic, light, read magic
[Dice=Ref]1d20+4
Feeling the fire wash over him and cleaning all dust Bollwerk smiles under his armor, feeling no harm, but the smile quickly vanishes as he sees Sjurd bear the scars of the assault. Moving towards the alchemist, ignoring the attacks from his bodyguards he brings his blade down with all his might, hoping to draw attention.
Feeling the fire wash over him and cleaning all dust Bollwerk smiles under his armor, feeling no harm, but the smile quickly vanishes as he sees Sjurd bear the scars of the assault. Moving towards the alchemist, ignoring the attacks from his bodyguards he brings his blade down with all his might, hoping to draw attention.
[dice=AttackPA]1d20+8; 1d8+9
[dice=conf]1d20+8; 1d8+9
The alchemist chuckles as Fabian's missiles glance off of a shimmering shield that appears in front of him. Next to him, the cultist hit by Farasha's spell cries out in pain as her glaive gets red hot.
The alchemist barks out an order to his subordinates, then heaves another bomb at Sjurd and darts out of sight.
This time the bomb misses, but the narrow opening prevents to much of a scatter, and it goes off next Sjurd and Bollwerk. In the meantime, Uli crashes through the door, only to run into two tiefling rogues that suddenly appear to attack! Combined strikes by glaives and shortswords cut Uli down before he has a chance to strike.
Bollwerk rushes through, stepping over the body of the fallen Uli. The cultists react by attacking the paladin. One misses with a thrust of her glaive, but the second lands a crushing blow with her light mace.
Just then, more trouble reveals itself as the left-hand door opens! The noises Kazul heard behind that door reveal themselves to be two Dretches, foul demonlings that rush out and attack! They rake at Kazul and Farasha with filthy claws, but score no hits...for now.
Kazul swings at the dretch with his cold iron falchion.
[dice=Ref]1d20+4
[Dice=LoH]2d6+5
Seeing the demons burst through the doors, Farasha calmly ducks away from their clumsy attacks and steps back to the wall, bringing up her bow and loosing three arrows from it with incredible speed.