OK, Vasilios moves in and takes up a defensive stance, bringing Round 4 to a close.
Status: Silas is down and bleeding out.
Henry, Niles, Lyoto, you are up for Round 5!
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Well done Lyoto ! Said Henry seeing his scaly friend hitting hard the swordman.
Henry, still shaken by the spell, took a 5ft. step to be on top of uncounscious Silas and attack the worrior in front of him.
Fear the blade of Oppara, Skum !
Despite his status, Henry manage to make a perfect hit against his opponent !
Someone to stabilize our friend here ! he asked pointing Silas with his bloodied sword.
Then he took a defensive stance, ready to parry.
Round 5 (partial)
Henry delays until after Lyoto.
Niles concentrates on the swordsman, and he suddenly cries out in pain.
Lyoto cleaves into the swordsman with his temple sword, hacking the man nearly in two with one blow. The swordsman crumples without a sound.
Henry steps over Silas' unconscious form and sinks his rapier into the Shoanti's chest. He looks at Henry in surprise before slowing sinking to his knees and falling face-down on the floor.
The robed man grasps an amulet around his neck and yells something in a harsh, evil-sounding language, and leans forward to touch the fallen barbarian. The barbarian's eyes flutter open.
Fargrim, suddenly out of combat as her two nearest foes have fallen, casts a spell to heal Silas. Silas is conscious but staggered (at 0 hp).
The Shoanti tries to trip Fargrim, triggering an AO. Fargrim misses, and the Shoanti grabs her foot and flips her onto her back.
The half-orc pulls a vial from his belt and hurls it at Henry. The vial lands between Henry and Niles and explodes in flame, splattering each of them with burning oil!
Vasilios advances and stands over the prone Shoanti, sword raised.
End of round - Lyoto, Niles, Henry are up for round 6!
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Emboldened by his success having swiftly silenced the swordsman who was taunting his fellow Nagaji, Lyoto tiptoes over the fallen bodies of friends and foes alike.
He gets right up in the face of the half orc and roars.
You guys nearly killed my fellow Nagaji! You'll pay for that!
He then swings his sword at the Half-orc directly in front of him.
Round 6 (partial)
Niles sends another psychic burst, this time at the Shoanti, dropping him back to the floor, unconscious..
Lyoto moves up and attacks the half-orc, wounding him critically.
Henry moves past Vasilios to be able to reach the robed man, but leaves himself open to an attack! The robed man smashes Henry in the chest with his morning star, surprising both of them. Then Henry impales the robed man on his rapier, staggering him.
The robed man staggers back and grasps his holy symbol, invoking the power of his god. A faint blue radiance washes over most of you, but strangely avoiding Silas and Henry.
He then holds up his hands in surrender. "Don't kill me! Please!"
Fargrim, you are up!
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Henry looked angrily at the robed man but hold the killing blow, after all in war prisoners is a valuable ressource.
Backing Lyoto in his attempt to negotiate the surrender of the last standing ennemy he added
Drop your weapon and stop healing your comrades and not us or you will be the next to fall.
The half-orc drops his club and raises his hands in surrender, casting a foul look at his robed companion.
The robed man thanks you profusely and offers to heal your companions with what strength he has left. The half-orc spits at this, but doesn't fight back.
All four ambushers wear a small bronze badge on an inner garment that Henry recognizes as belonging to the Aspis Consortium, the Society's biter rivals. Apparently, the Consortium has been following the Society's efforts for some time, and decided to let you do the work and them claim the reward at the end.
In terms of gear, the barbarian has a great club, a potion of cure light wounds. and a thunderstone. The swordsman has 2 potions as well as his weapon. The half-orc has a scroll of command as well as a pet rat who hides in his pocket. Finally, the robed man has a potion as well as a scroll of [i]sanctuary[i/i].
What do you wish to do?
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Lyoto accepts the surrender, sheathes his sword, picks ups and hands the Potion of CLW to Silas since he still looks wounded, grab the thunderstone, ask Niles or Fargrim to spellcraft all the unknown potions, suggests they finish up collecting all the relevant documents, and finally apologize to Silas for not being there sooner.
Hey Silas, sorry we didn't get to help you sooner, but you were holding your own four vs. one pretty well. Lyoto says to Silas. We found a secret passageway filled with documents that look real important to the Pathfinder Society. We're just going to gather them up then get out of here.
Lyoto then can't help but start smiling. He won't boast too much the more experienced members of the team, but his confidence in his ability to be a Pathfinder is soaring.
So... Lyoto says turning to the other members of the party, trying to contain his pride. do you guys think I've got what it takes to be a pathfinder?
Looks like my years in the pit fighting and gladiator events are starting to pay. he thinks to himself.
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Crunch. Silas's failure to raise his shield in time costs him dearly, and the last thing he sees before his world goes dark is the massive club right between his eyes. Next thing he knows he's on the ground with Fargrim kneeling over him, pouring healing magic into his body. He can't recall the last time he had such a beautiful savior. His scaled cheeks tinge with pink as he struggles to get up. His head still swimming, the sounds of battle around him blur together. By the time his head clears, two of the attackers are lying on the ground, bleeding, and the others have surrenderd. The robed man touches his holy symbol, and a wave of healing magic revives Silas considerably and brings him back to his senses. His head still throbs, but he's lived through worse. He takes a potion from Lyoto and quaffs it in one gulp.
"It's okay," he says to Lyoto, wiping his mouth. "You had a job to do."
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"I think we have the most valuable documents, as well as the secret of access. " she gestures to the Aspis agents.
"But no more talking in front of them. They have failed, but they really shouldn't know how badly they failed."
Looking around she adds "I think if we dump them in one of the shrines. I think the one to the Screaming Fear would be appropriate, and leave them to think about whether they really want to be Aspis agents. It's more important we get these documents back to the Grand Lodge than search another tomb just yet."
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"I agree", Vasilios rumbles, as he resists the urge to kick one of the tied up agents. "If the Aspis were determined to remove the documents from us, then it makes sense to remove them from their reach first and foremost, thus denying their success, before searching other places where we might be waylaid again".
As you exit the Shrine, you gather that Sir Reinhardt did not succeed in his attempt to ascend to godhead. Apparently, he tried to ride his horse across the chasm, trusting to his faith to carry him across. While his faith was sure, his mount's was not, and the horse stopped short at the edged of the chasm, flinging Sir Reinhardt down to his doom. The debate amongst the crowd is whether his desired portfolio was "blind faith", or if he desired to be the god of either gravity or stubborn horses.
The four prisoners are left with the guards, and after giving your statements you return to the Grand Lodge and find Drandle Dreng in his office, smiling. "So, did you find my wine?" he says, a twinkle in his eye.
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The debate amongst the crowd is whether his desired portfolio was "blind faith", or if he desired to be the god of either gravity or stubborn horses.
Silas scoffs as he overhears the recap of the Test-taker's efforts. "Idiot. They keep trying, and they keep killing themselves-- why they haven't learned by now is beyond me."
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As he had no part in the collecting of the documents, he lets one of the others do the talking when they reach Dreng's office.
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Lyoto gives a quick recap of the events that transpired at Fembrik's house and then at the Shrine to Dreng and what they've found.
He has the party present the documents they gathered in the secret room in the shrine. Lyoto specifically calls Dreng's attention to the documents that mentioned Dwarven Skycastles, because he thought dwarves only lived underground.
He then tells Dreng about their plan to check out the tomb next.
So, before we check out the tomb, do you have advice for us?
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Fargrim drops the documents on his desk.
"Yes, and a fine wine it is. Well aged with a bouquet of Aspis making it a little bitter initially, but hopefully the flavour will win out in the end."
She pauses.
"There is another lead we didn't follow up, but this looks to be the 'ship in the bottle'"
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Idiot think Henry hearing the tale about the failed man.
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Sorry Captain, I fear that the year you hope to drink is lost for ever.
But on the bright side, as my comrade said, we found old documents, in Azlanti, collected by Eylysia, a Pathfinder who seemed to not have remembered the element "Report" in our moto.
Except for one last clue, I think we have found all her stash. May be the last one is unimportant but the document we found are under some cypher and the key to them could be in the tomb we have not yet looked upon.
"Well DONE, my friends!" Dreng beams. "How fortuitous that the bottle I sent you for had such an unknown but interesting secret!" He begins to look at the papers, then tears himself away.
"These will takes some work to fully decipher," he says, stating the obvious. "I'll get some of our Azlanti specialists on them right away. You'd best go and finish up your last clue. No rush, though - you can go in the morning if you've had enough rain for the one day."
The night passes uneventfully and you arise refreshed. Heading to the location of Arkath's tomb, you find yourself at the gates of an old cemetery tended by the faithful of Abadar. Although the day has dawned clear, it is chilly, and the ground is still wet from yesterday's deluge, so not many visitors are about. With little effort, you locate the tomb of Arkath the Stonemason, who claimed he would take his secrets to the grave with him.
The tomb itself is a small stone building, well-carved with gargoyles and grotesques in the old Chelaxian style. Over the door as the symbol of a master mason, as well as other esoteric and mystical (though non-magical) symbols. The door is of stone, and seems to rely on weight and a close-fitting joint to keep it in place; no lock is apparent.
After a careful look, the only person you spot is a caretaker wandering the grounds, stopping to clean up flowers knocked over during yesterday's storm. No one else is within the grounds right now.