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Archibald squints at the ruffian, perplexed that his spell didn't have the desired effect. Shaking his head in embarrassment he begins to bluster and threaten his opponent. "Pah! That was a warning shot! Have at you, you horrendous huddle of hoodlums! Hiiiiiyah!"
Clutching onto his staff, he swings the thick polished timber, clubbing at the air.
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Milo curses, as a second firework forms and launches itself along the same path as the first.
plus dazzled (DC 11 Reflex for half damage and no dazzled)
Absently ducking Archibalds staff as the later swings it about, he follows that with another arcane word and a followup ray of flame.
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Turan swings his weapon at the man standing in front of him, but misses him..hitting the wall instead.
Archibald swings his staff (at the human next to the workbench again I assume?) hitting his target in the head with a telekinetic fist
Milo sends another fireworks display at the poor guy but again the man is able to avert his eyes just in time but Milo then follows it up with another spell..a ray of flames this time - and even with the cover Adeah provides the man - it hits him, he swoons on his legs
Adeah then takes aim and produces a real loud bang..after your ears stops ringing and you take a look around you see the human lying next to the workbench instead of standing next to it
The only remaining thug get's a hard look in his eyes and fights on determined to take some of you with him.
..it seems his anger fuels his abilities as he slashes his spiked chain around Turan's body ripping into him
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"Cool! Twist's gotta right fawney barker!" Milo exclaims, impressed despite himself as he stares at Adeah and her still smoking musket, his ears still ringing. "See her do down on that prig, Arch? Ha!"
He ducks around the corner and tosses another ray at the last Wyvern, not bothering to convert it this time, or caring about all the bodies in the way, as his mood seems to have lightened.
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Archibald, startled at the loud noise, jerks bolt upright in fright. Ears ringing, he stares blankly at Milo. "" the wizard bellows, with surprising lung power. Cleaning out his ears with a crooked finger, he seems to forget the combat entirely, giving the remaining thug a telekenetic whack purely as an afterthought.
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She stares for a moment, shocked that her target went down with one shot (and that she hit him on the first try). Then she blinks to regain her composure, trying to appear as though she expected nothing less. Deciding it probably isn't worth it to load her weapon again, she slings it back across her back, the last wisps of smoke quickly dissipating from the barrel. She calmly strides forward on the walkway, drawing her shortsword in case something unexpected happens.
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Turan ..maybe distracted by the loud bang he just heard is unable to focus enough to hit his target
Milo isn't able to hit his target either, but in his case he's distracted by a line of people standing between him and his target
Archibals how ever is also unable to hit with his telekinetic slam
Adeah draws her short sword and walks forward a bit while
Tori tries to hit the last standing Wyvern with an arrow but fails to connect as well
In return the human grins wickedly and twirls his spiked chain again, trying to beat Turan in the face with it
but he also isn't able to find his mark
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And Turan sets his frustration to work and swings his weapon down hard on the thug..bringing him down.
When you explore the area and loot the bodies you find:
2 spiked chains, 2 leather armors, 1 though leather apron (counts as leather armor) 2 acid flasks, 3 alchemist’s fire, 2 smokesticks, 1 tanglefoot bag, 2 thunderstones, and 4 vials of filth fever tonic. The alchemical materials on the workbench constitute an alchemist’s lab, plus 240 gp worth of raw materials for Craft (alchemy). Sitting open on the
workbench is a large tome titled Toxins and Countermeasures, written by Giacomo d’Enzinas.
There is only one way to travel upstream from here: an eastward-running major passage that exits the area in the northeast corner. This tunnel runs for a considerable distance before reaching the next sewer junction.
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Ahead is a junction where a smaller sewer line once joined the main passage. The ceiling of the smaller passage partially collapsed, filling most of that tunnel with rubble. The surface of the rubble pile seems to shift strangely and closer examination reveals thousands of tiny vermin fleeing into cracks and shadows.
The area of rubble is difficult terrain to traverse.
Although the stones block the tunnel, some sewage does manage to trickle through.
(There is no light source here, so you'd need to bring your own if you want to see anything.)
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"Carked prigs." Milo mutters, when the last of them finally fall.
He then uses his prestidigitation spell-like ability, and takes a few moments cleaning and drying himself off after their trip through the sewage, as best he can. Although his efforts are not perfect, he does not seem overly bothered by it.
He exams the lab with some interest, clearly familiar with such things, and snags a smokestick and one of the alchemist fires from the stash.
As they continue on he starts talking excitedly to Adeah, though after a few minutes of her not quite understanding him (despite speaking in common!), he switches to gnomixh... Which turns out to contain far less slang. He then continues to ask all sorts of questions about her firearm and more importantly the powder it uses as part of its ammunition.
Once they reach collapsed section, he looks with the rest, but has no experience with such things, so offers no observations, other then to keep his newly acqured alchemist's fire in hand in case the bugs get out of hand.
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She gets so lost in her conversation with Milo, talking about the subject she loves most, that she hardly pays any attention to their surroundings. She barely even notices the ambient light getting fainter and fainter until it becomes difficult even for her elven eyes to see. "Any of you louts bring a torch?"
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Archibald will help himself to an alchemists fire, and if none other claim it, a tanglefoot bag. He looks on dejectedly at Milo and Adeah's exchange, giving her a gentle bat with his staff at her remark. "You'd do well to treat a wizard with more respect, whippersnapper." he says. lighting up the passageway and frowning at the rubble.
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She flinches at Archibald's unexpected swat, more startled than anything. She starts to retort, but stops short when the rubble suddenly swarms with tiny spiders. "Hey, uh... nobody said there'd be... spiders..." She tries to keep her composure as best she can. One big spider? No problem. Lots of little ones, crawling on her, getting in her clothes, in her hair... no, no, no. She shivers just thinking about it. "You... you guys take care of that."
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"Me or you, Arch?" He asks glancing over at his older friend... Seeing the later not immediately recognizing the threat, he takes it upon himself to deal with it this time, stepping forward.
"Glim on the fly!" he calls out, "Best be clearin'!"
He waits for the others to get out of the way, then for the swarm to get in range, then utters a few arcane words in draconic, while rubbing his hands together, before flinging them forward and shooting a gout of flame along with.
in a 15' cone. (Reflex DC 16 for half)
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Adeah moves back out of the way to the end of the line, while Milo readies a burning hands spell to set the spiders a blaze as soon as he get's a clear line of fire.
Turan then moves as far back as he can.
Tori then tosses a flask of alchemical fire before starting to move back and even throwing around a corner she manages to hit the swarm dead on sending fire all through the side corner which then turn into an INFERNO of flames rushing down the entire tunnel as an undetected pocket of gas ignite as soon as it is exposed to any sort of open flame hitting everyone but Turan Reflex save DC 12 for half damage
..the spiders manage to avoid most of the flames but their many tiny bodies are burned to a crisp anyway
Then Tori finishes her move to behind everyone else, but Milo's ready doesn't trigger since there's not enough spiders near him anymore
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It should be obvious that the prince came from the intact tunnel when he floated by this point. (direct quote from the scenario ...it seems they assume you can't float down a blocked tunnel ;)
When you travel east from the sewer junction, you soon reach another intersection where a minor sewer line flows into the main line from the south. Graffiti covers much of the walls here, most of it simple drawings.
Prominent among them is a large stylized drawing of a wyvern in shiny gray paint. Also among them is an image of a skull crawling with bugs and an arrow pointing back to the west (a warning about the dangerous insects at the previous junction), and a representation of a beggar’s bowl holding a coin and a key with an arrow pointing to the south. Underneath the picture of the bowl is the word “Almsman.”
Similar markings are visible at every intersection throughout the sewers beyond this point.
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She hears the telltale sound of an explosion before she sees it. Instinct takes over, and she manages to shield her face and hands just in time for a blast of searing heat to wash over her. Her other exposed skin, though, is not so lucky. "Ow." That's going to hurt for awhile, she realizes in dismay. She's no stranger to burns, but they never stop bring painful.
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Archibald, having scarcely had time to react to the spider swarm, nearly doubles over in fright at the sudden burst of flame. He shakily nudges Milo with a bony elbow. "I... I say, old boy... a little too much sauce!" he says, patting down his smouldering beard and straightening his hat, still very much aflame.
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As you look down the side tunnel that's filled with rubble you notice that's it pretty blocked off
When you travel east from the sewer junction, you soon reach another intersection where a minor sewer line flows into the main line from the south. Graffiti covers much of the walls here, most of it simple drawings.
Prominent among them is a large stylized drawing of a wyvern in shiny gray paint. Also among them is an image of a skull crawling with bugs and an arrow pointing back to the west (a warning about the dangerous insects at the previous junction), and a representation of a beggar’s bowl holding a coin and a key with an arrow pointing to the south. Underneath the picture of the bowl is the word “Almsman.”
Similar markings are visible at every intersection throughout the sewers beyond this point.
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Milo blinks up at Archibald, not quite registering the words for a moment, slightly stunned.
"Weren't me." He finally gets out, holding up his hands innocently. He notices one sleeve is still smouldering, and nonchalantly takes a moment to pat it out, as if he's been in this situation before.
"Twist tossed a slum lush." He adds, with an impressed whistle. "Cracked the whole of it, for sure!"
He pulls out the alchemical fire he picked up earlier, trying to tell if its a different mixture then usual, but can see nothing unusual about it.
Glancing down the tunnel, his eyes pierce the gloom with ease and spot the dagger, glittering. He digs it out and shows the others. "Bit a swag too."
Too large for his small hands, he hands it to Tori. "Yer boom, yer bone." He says with a grin.
As they continue on, he talks with Archibald about the possible reasons for the unexpected blast, though its hard to follow what he's saying, as per usual. Though the older wizard seems to follow along just fine... or pretends to.
At some point, he pulls a healing potion out of his pack, and drinks it. ( ) Causing all of his wounds to disappear.
He offers a second potion to Archibald.
When they reach the sewer intersection with the symbols on the walls, he pauses with the others.
"Prater's that way." He observes unnecessarily, indicating south.
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Turan listens to the Gnome's babbling but does not comment on it. On his travels he had been traveling with a Gnome who would talk all day and at night while he slept. Turan had split with the small man rather quickly. This one was a fellow pathfinder so that was a different matter.
When Milo points out the symbol of the Almsman, Turan nods but adds.
a bit too obvious for my taste but then again it seems to be our best bet...
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Similar markings are visible at every intersection throughout the sewers beyond this point, making it easy to navigate to the sanctuary.
Ahead a faint light glimmers in the dark. Slowly it resolves into a crude lantern held by a toothless old beggar who holds a chair leg in his other hand. Beside him stands a scrawny youth, similarly armed but obviously terrified. Behind the two derelicts is an open door bearing the symbol of the beggar’s bowl, coin, and key.
The old man eyes you warily as you approach.
He says, “If yer intentions be peaceful, Abadar makes you welcome.”
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Tori stays quiet for a bit after nearly blowing up the party, although she does spot a nice masterwork silver dagger buried under the rubble and offers it to whoever wants to make use of it.
When arriving at the location with the boy and old man, she follows Turan's lead, putting her bow away and offering a polite smile to the sewer dwelling folk.
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Beyond the door, a short flight of steps leads up into what appears to be the basement crypt of a church of Abadar.
Perhaps two dozen beggars huddle among sarcophagi, some sleeping, some haggling over bits of junk or scraps of food laid out on blankets.
A tall man in clean robes wearing a plain copper mask walks among them. As you enter he regards you coolly and says, “If you respect this sanctuary, I offer you what sanctuary I can. Otherwise, begone!”
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"I might know a thing or 2 about the man you are talking about, but I'll have to admit..I'm in a bit of a situation at the moment. The Steel Wyverns ..thugs..each and every one of them are demanding tribute from us as we stay in what they claim to be their territory. They've raised the price for being here each time they show up to collect. Pretty soon I won't be able to pay them at all and they said they would wrech this place if that happend. So what do you say about helping each other out? You like you're able to you handle yourselves in a fight..you get the Wyverns of my back the when they show up...in about 2 hours and I will help you with what ever information I have. Do we have a deal?"
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Archibald wordlessly swigs down the potion, murmuring his thanks as he launches into wild and absurd theories about the blast, and how one might reproduce it.
"We're to hole up here?" Archibald wrinkles his nose at the crypt, folding his arms. "Bah! Time enough for that when I'm out of print, I say." he adds, morbidly. He sets himself down on a sarcophagus lid, packing his long-stemmed smoking pipe with a ponderous expression on his face.
"What say we hit them with the ol' one-two-हाथ जलने, eh Milo?" he pumps a bony fist, croaking out the draconic. His whiskers twitch, betraying a deranged grin. "They'll be good and roasted before they know what's o-clock. Give us a light, old boy?"
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"These wyvern guys are a joke. If we just hold up behind some cover, we can take most of them out, while Turan mops up any that get close." Tori offers in way of strategy, "Unless one of you more educated folks can rig a trap out of the rubble before they get here, then we might not have to do anything."
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Milo mutters a quck arcane word and absently flicks a finger Archibald's way, causing a small puff of flame in the bowl of his pipe.
He studies the doorway thoughtfully for a moment and shrugs. "Pidgeons in a rasher-wagon." he agrees, looking back at the others with the faintest of grins. "Should nobble these mug-hunters right quick, for sure.
His expression goes darker for a moment as he adds, "They like the skipper so much, let it have 'em when we're done.