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Shocked, you watch the many shadows of the assassin flee. Suddenly an ear-piercing whistle sounds! Without warning, the stained glass windows of the cathedral simultaneously shatter inward in a colorful barrage of flying glass. After instinctively covering your faces, you look up to find surrounded by cultists, weapons drawn!
You are torn. The assassin has fled with the key, and it will take all of the groups of Pathfinders to follow his many shadows, but leaving the cultists with the unarmed auction attendees will likely lead to many deaths.
Meanwhile, the cultists are closing in, with their own nefarious motives.
Fingalad
Pazacku
Vogue
Reaper
Foe
Bennybeck
Grey
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"By Shelyn's undulating swagger! What manner of foul play is this? The key may be gone but these civilians are in danger here and now! I say we clear this present threat first!" to which he adds just a tad bit more softly, "And I need to see to it that Zamandi Kaddren is alright, she seemed so upset and is surely in need of my personal attention..."
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The tension in the air is thick, and the Pathfinder's attacks are rising to the challenge. Both Pazacku and Fingalad strike home, viciously wounding their opponents. The cultists cry out in pain from their wounds, a little blood pooling at their mouths.
Meanwhile, Reaper unleashes his ancient flail on the enemy, crushing the cultist's rib cage before he could utter a word. The man's body falls to the ground, unconscious.
Then, coming up with what can only be described as a cat walk, Vogue stabs his (mildly phallic) spear into the cultist's chest, where Pazacku struck. The man's eyes widen. Perhaps at the pain, or the beauty of the moment. He falls unconscious before he can explain his inspiration.
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The two remaining cultists show alarm at the deadly show of force from the supposed unarmed auction attendees. The blonde, who seems to be the leader shouts at the crowd. "NOBODY LEAVES THIS PLACE! " They both run for cover behind the pillars. It's hard to see, but they seem to be casting spells.
They are casting summon monster III and V.
Fingalad 24/28
Pazacku 17/25
Vogue 27/31
Reaper 35/43
Bennybeck 19/23
Grey 13/17
Lucy 4 dmg
Green 10 dmg
Orange
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"These maniacs are destructively suicidal! This one practically threw himself on my weapon rather than answer my questions! You saw it! And you saw it!" shouts an exasperated Vogue.
Upon taking note of Reaper's assessment of the enemies' spellcasting and knowing full well the results if allowed to complete their ritual, the sharply-dressed Pathfinder quickly weighs his options. He glances down at his spear, knowing it won't aid him in any way regarding the distance between him and his adversaries as well as the longbow on his back will, he tries to drop the instrument of melee mastery yet finds difficulty in doing so. Solemn practicality finally takes hold and he drops the masterwork weapon that has been very much an extension of his self to the ground and brings forth his longbow and advances to a better location for his shot.
Stiff upper lip, man, stiff upper lip; Shelyn comforts you in her ample bosom.
Damn, shouldn't have been thinking so much about bosoms...
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Grey and Lucy charge into the fray, working as one. The cultist is focused on his incantation, knowing that one wrong twitch of the finger could get him eaten by a Daemon. Unfortunately, he didn't count on Lucy's speed! With a tusk through the gut, he falls to the ground unconscious, with his spell left unfinished.
Reaper sends a magical weapon flying towards the final enemy, but it glances off the stone pillar and dissipates. Similarly, Pazacku's last ditch effort to throw his dagger ends with the weapon bouncing off the stone. Vogue, in a trance, finds himself missing as well. Bennybeck's bolt shatters against the pillar in a fantastic fashion as well.
It all comes down to Fingalad who takes a moment to breath deep and sights the small piece of shoulder he can see behind the corner. He lets loose the arrow and it flies true! The tip pierces a major artery and blood sprays across the floor.
The cultist screams and grabs at his wound. Too late, he realizes he interrupted his spell and his efforts were ruined. He curses in some unholy language and raises his hands. Suddenly, the air grows cold and clouds appear within the building! Within seconds, driving sleet is pouring down onto the group! The ground is slick and icy, and you can't see the cultist.
Driving sleet blocks all sight (even darkvision) within it and causes the ground in the area to be icy. A creature can walk within or through the area of sleet at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move in that round, while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details).
The sleet extinguishes torches and small fires.
Everyone in this area has Total Concealment. If you have line of effect to a target but not line of sight, he is considered to have total concealment from you. You can’t attack an opponent that has total concealment, though you can attack into a square that you think he occupies. A successful attack into a square occupied by an enemy with total concealment has a 50% miss chance (instead of the normal 20% miss chance for an opponent with concealment).
You can’t execute an attack of opportunity against an opponent with total concealment, even if you know what square or squares the opponent occupies.
Fingalad 24/28
Pazacku 17/25
Vogue 27/31
Reaper 35/43
Bennybeck 19/23
Grey 13/17
Lucy 15/19
Blonde 24 damage
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The ice and sleet continue to pour down, quickly drenching the three pathfinders still within the storm. The auction attendees snap out of their stupor and begin to run around screaming. Apparently a little water is more frightening than dagger wielding cultists!
However, despite the loud noise of hail on concrete, Vogue hears a specific noise. Almost like an incantation, the whispered words come from near the cultist he recently speared.
You can’t execute an attack of opportunity against an opponent with total concealment, even if you know what square or squares the opponent occupies.
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Vogue's voice can be heard through the downpour. "The coward is hiding by his fallen ally! He is casting a spell! Stop him! "
Driving sleet blocks all sight (even darkvision) within it and causes the ground in the area to be icy. A creature can walk within or through the area of sleet at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move in that round, while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details).
The sleet extinguishes torches and small fires.
Everyone in this area has Total Concealment. If you have line of effect to a target but not line of sight, he is considered to have total concealment from you. You can’t attack an opponent that has total concealment, though you can attack into a square that you think he occupies. A successful attack into a square occupied by an enemy with total concealment has a 50% miss chance (instead of the normal 20% miss chance for an opponent with concealment).
You can’t execute an attack of opportunity against an opponent with total concealment, even if you know what square or squares the opponent occupies.
Fingalad 24/28
Pazacku 17/25
Vogue 27/31
Reaper 35/43
Bennybeck 19/23
Grey 13/17
Lucy 15/19
Blonde 24 damage
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Reaper slowly gets back up to his feet, but does not try to move again. Not having any visual on the remaining caster, his spiritual weapon just hovers nearby. He then pull out three stones and imbues them with his Oread Magic.
"And at the end of times we will be resulting to throwing stones at each other"
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Fingalad shoots an arrow into the storm, blindly. He is rewarded by a soft clink as the head strikes the rock wall. The rest of the group prepares for whatever the caster is about to unleash.
SUDDENLY, a tear in reality opens by Grey and Lady Lucy. A roiling wave of flesh gushes out of the portal, entering the material plane full of hatred and hunger. Amid the fatty surge wriggle half-formed limbs and a dripping tumorous face smiles at his offered meal. The crowd of auction attendees scream as one and run from this new horror. One particular woman trips on her dress and falls before the beast.
Laughter echoes from the sleet storm, and some more arcane words spit out at the group. A gas begins pouring out of the newly summoned demon, spreading throughout the hall. All it touches begin coughing, many falling to their knees to beg for their life.
Driving sleet blocks all sight (even darkvision) within it and causes the ground in the area to be icy. A creature can walk within or through the area of sleet at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move in that round, while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details).
The sleet extinguishes torches and small fires.
Everyone in this area has Total Concealment. If you have line of effect to a target but not line of sight, he is considered to have total concealment from you. You can’t attack an opponent that has total concealment, though you can attack into a square that you think he occupies. A successful attack into a square occupied by an enemy with total concealment has a 50% miss chance (instead of the normal 20% miss chance for an opponent with concealment).
You can’t execute an attack of opportunity against an opponent with total concealment, even if you know what square or squares the opponent occupies.
Those with two turns may not attack with their delayed turn, but may move into position.
Fingalad 24/28
Pazacku 17/25
Vogue 27/31 x2
Reaper 35/43
Bennybeck 19/23 x2
Grey 13/17 x2
Lucy 15/19
Blonde 24 damage
Lemure
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"Lucy Go!" shouts Grey while coughing on the gas emitanting from the creature.
Doing his best to push its effects to the side, the hunter digs deep and finds new strength to fight the effects of the fog.
Once in position ith Lucy Grey brings his greatsword to bare.
"I am not sure what is happening in there, but kill that bloody mage already! I am knee deep in someones regurgitated lunch out here!"
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The two hunters move as one, flanking the lump of flesh and sinew. They strike deep blows, sure that they will fell the dark beast. However, something resists their blades, some unholy power which does not wish to leave this realm. The creature does not evaporate back to it's home plane, but instead screams in pain and thrashes in place.
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Vogue, feeling whole again now that he is gripping his spear with both hands once more, plans his advancement towards the source of the sound of the enemy. Before attempting his footing on the slick floor, he casts divine magic upon himself to improve his balance.
Shelyn hears his prayer and the half-elf with the sharp fashion sense is able to advance across the ice by the slimmest chance. He blinks his eyes against the driving snow and ice while gauging his unseen target and jabs ahead.
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Those nearby can hear the cultist swearing. "Darn sleet, I can't see a thing! Stupid spear guy... " Within moments, the cultist pops out of the storm and walks into the gas cloud. After a few steps, he bends over, nauseated. "Oh... That's worse than I remember... "
The pile of flesh has no such qualms. It reaches forward and slaps at Grey's chest.
The second arm connects, leaving the Pathfinder with a bruised, possibly broken, rib.
Driving sleet blocks all sight (even darkvision) within it and causes the ground in the area to be icy. A creature can walk within or through the area of sleet at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can’t move in that round, while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details).
The sleet extinguishes torches and small fires.
Those with two turns may not attack with their delayed turn, but may move into position.
Fingalad 24/28
Pazacku 17/25
Vogue 27/31
Reaper 35/43
Bennybeck 19/23
Grey 10/17
Lucy 15/19
Blonde 24 damage, Nauseated
Lemure 8 damage
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While the skinny monkey with the pointy ears and her favorite monkey are dancing around making fools of themselves, Lucy takes action. Why must my companions be so incompetent? At least Favorite Monkey has treats. I'll keep him. The Lady Lucy sees the monster react to her monkey's thrust and leaps forward. Her tusks stab the beast dead center. However, some dark power pushes her backwards, so her tusks barely penetrate the fleshy mass. This guy is tougher than he looks!