[PFS] Season 0 run, mixed with Dragon's Demand

Game Master Irish202

Nice roll.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Eryzule misses with anotehr arrow, but Locke's bomb hits the feral woman right in her face.

Rolling for Gwen, who wrote she moves back down as far as possible:
Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

While Gwendallyn withdraws from the harpy as fast as she can, Urbar drops his swords and takes his sling, which he loads.

Tereze once more launches a stone from her sling, but misses. Unlike Fiona, who hits the feral woman straight in her chest with a bolt.

Morningstar, Charge: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 = 30 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Confirm crit: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 2 = 12 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The feral woman charges down at Gwendallyn and hits the brawler on the back of her head with a swing from her morningstar. Gwendallyn blacks out and slumps against the statue, lying oddly on the narrow ledge.

You hear a shriek and a second feral woman emerges from the statue's mouth. When you see the second woman you realize the one you've been fighting thus far is younger, not yet fully matured. However, the older woman has some ugly wounds on her torso.

"Stay off my daughter!" the new enemy yells, swinging her own morningstar in the air as she descends.

Round 5:
Fiona
Eryzule
Tereze
Gwendallyn -1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone & Bleeding)
Urbar
Locke
Feral woman -28HP (15 feet up; Deafened)
Feral woman, old (60 feet up)

Not a stabilize check from Gwen. Failing it means losing 1 HP.

Arrow vs young ugly: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d8 ⇒ 5

Locke's luck with the bow is absent still.

"Gwen!"
Ery dashes to Gwen, placing down a cure spell.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Stabilization Check DC 10: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 1 = 19

Sling young woman: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
And the bad luck continues :(

Encouraged by her previous success, Fiona notices Ery moving to help unconscious Gwen and decides to moves closer to the younger feral woman and cast a hex upon her in order to neutralize one of their enemies.
Slumber hex upon younger feral woman, DC 14 vs. Will.

Urbar throws a stone at the younger woman, trying to lure out the older woman.
"We will kill her! Lay down your weapons!"
He puts a new stone in his sling.

Sling: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Dmg: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

@Ery: If you're going up, I'll need at least a DC 10 Climb check from you. If you want to move at full speed instead of half speed, add a DC 10 Acrobatics check. (You only need to go up 15 feet, so the latter's probably not necessary.)

@Gwen: If Ery indeed reaches you and uses the cure spell on you, then you're lying prone with 1 HP and you may retcon your post.

Several projectiles fly past the young woman's head.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Fiona's hex doesn't affect the feral woman.

Round 5:
Fiona
Eryzule
Tereze
Gwendallyn -1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone & Bleeding)
Urbar
Locke
Feral woman -28HP (15 feet up; Deafened)
Feral woman, old (60 feet up)

To help things along just a little faster:

Ery's Climb: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

Eryzule moves up to Gwendallyn and cures some of her wounds, after which Gwendallyn regains consciousness.

Gwen gets to retcon her last post.

Round 5:
Fiona
Eryzule
Tereze
Gwendallyn 1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone)
Urbar
Locke
Feral woman -28HP (15 feet up; Deafened)
Feral woman, old (60 feet up)

Is the feral woman still next to Gwen? If not, she will draw a potion and drink it. Otherwise, I'll try to play dead a little and hope she goes after someone else for a moment...

Potion of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Still next to you. I'll roll a Bluff check for you, to see if you can fool her.

Gwen; Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Feral woman; Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Wow, it worked O_o

Gwendallyn pretends to still be unconscious. Her bluff isn't incredibly convincing, but it's good enough to fool the feral woman.

Morningstar: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Morningstar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Confirm hit: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Talon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The feral woman 5-foot flies up to Eryzule, who's positioned next to Gwendallyn. She knocks him unconscious with two hits from her morningstar, then proceeds to claw at him with both her talons. The talons rip Eryzule's throat open and he dies.

F++~... I'm sorry, Ery... :(

Feral woman, old; Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Luckily Gwen's bluff works on both.

1d5 ⇒ 5
Morningstar, High Ground, Charge: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 30 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

The older woman charges down from the sky and hits Locke with her morningstar. She stays in the air above Locke's head.

Round 6:
Fiona
Eryzule -11/10HP (Dead)
Tereze
Gwendallyn 1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone)
Urbar
Locke 9/17HP
Feral woman -28HP (15 feet up; Deafened)
Feral woman, old (5 feet up; Temporary -2 AC due to charge)

The feral woman's within Gwendallyn's reach and vice versa. As long as she doesn't act the feral women will stay convinced of her feigned unconsciousness, no further bluff checks required.

We're playing without map, so it's up to you how far away you're standing from Locke and the old feral woman. Keep in mind she's still 5 feet up, using her height advantage for a High Ground bonus.

Locke makes a withdraw action, hoping to put sufficient distance between them.

"Ser Urbar, your cue here."

"Gwen, I gotchya. You're gonna be fi-" Hit by the first Morning Star across the shoulder, Ery stumbles back. He held up his arms in a defensive posture and braced himself in hopes to absorb the second blow.
His right arm broke as the morning star slammed into him once more. His consciousness began to fade, letting his arm hang lifelessly while he dropped to his knees. His eyes fluttered and rolled as he barely hung onto his consciousness...
"You've done well, heh." he whispers lightly to Gwen with a slight chuckle.
As the harpy cut his throat with her talons, the elf fell foreword, blood rushing over his dark cloths and pooling around him. The light in his eyes faded but not before giving Gwen a small smile.
With his facing and the slick of blood, Ery's body fell from the ledge and headed to the ground...
Well, that was sad.

That... I started reading the discussion first and immediately jumped to gameplay to find that...

Urbar looks at Ery's lifeless corpse and a grim determination paints his face. He drops his sling and grabs a single sword from the ground. A wand suddenly appears in his hand from his wrist sheath and he casts lead blades. He takes a single step forward to get into range.

Free action to drop the sling, move action to grab the sword, swift action to grab the wand, a standard action to cast lead blades and lastly a 5-foot step to get into the woman's range. As never seen before Urbar will go two-handed.

Urbar's expression??

This was unexpected...

Fiona watches in horror as the woman slams and tears into Eryzule's body which seems to fall lifelessly in slow motion, blood splattering everywhere next to and on Gwen, which seems dead as well. Fiona panics as terror grasps her. In a split second she begins to hyperventilate, terrifed just as her vision fades to black. She loses her consciousness and faints.
Sense Motive, Gwen: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Fiona's unconscious body starts collapsing but suddenly spasms violently, bringing her to an erect position hovering a few inches above the ground. Her eyes open, glaring in red at the feral women. Arcane words appear on her hands and face, glowing in blue. Effortlessly, she speaks a word and points to the older woman.

Slumber hex on the older woman, DC 14 vs. Will.

Locke withdraws from the older woman.

Urbar drops his slings and picks one of his swords up. He uses his wand to cast lead blades and moves up to the old woman.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Fiona passes out, but her body spasms violently. She ends up in an erect position while hovering a few inches above the ground, her eyes red and glaring at the old woman. Arcane words, glowing in blue, appear on Fiona's hand and face as she softly speaks a word and points to the older woman. The eyes of the older woman roll back in their sockets and she drops to the ground, sound asleep.

Round 6:
Fiona
Eryzule -11/10HP (Dead)
Tereze
Gwendallyn 1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone)
Urbar
Locke 9/17HP
Feral woman -28HP (15 feet up; Deafened)
Feral woman, old (Asleep)

Tereze takes another stone and launches it at the younger Woman hovering near Gwen and Ery.
Sling: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Her aim is badly thrown off by the sight of Eryule's body being eviserated.

As he falls a gloom gathers around Tereze as the dust and sand is suddenly swept up an a cold breeze. Fainly an cold voice whispers from the air around her making the skin crawl on all near her.
See what you have wrought! Your actions have opened the door and others now pay the price. First your companions then you shall DIE!

Tereze's face goes pale as his body hits the ground.

Gwen looks up in horror as Ery takes the first blow of the morningstar across his back, then gasps as his arm snaps. Her eyes hold his as the life slips from his body just before it falls from the ledge and falls the sands below with a soft thud. Angry tears form in her eyes as she continues to feign unconsciousness. 'Ery... Falayna... Why?' A sudden urge to jump to her feet and rip the wings from the creature burns in her aching heart, but she knows doing so would likely result in her ending up just like Ery. So she bides her time and waits for the creature to occupy her attention elsewhere...

Locke glances as the scene rapidly unfolds.

Holy sh!te...that went bad real fast.
I rather liked that eccentric elf.

As the old hag drops to sleep, Locke calls out to Urbar.
"Execute her, ser Urbar!"

Tereze launches another stone, but she misses the younger woman.

Gwendallyn stays put while blaming herself about Eryzule's death.

Morningstar, High Ground, Charge: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 18 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The younger woman sees her mother lies the floor with Urbar directly next to her. She charges at Urbar, hitting him with her morningstar while hovering above his head.

Round 7:
Fiona
Tereze
Gwendallyn 1/21HP (15 feet up; Prone)
Urbar 14/20 HP
Locke 9/17HP
Feral woman -28HP (5 feet up; Deafened; Temporarily -2 AC due to charge)
Feral woman, old (Asleep)

"You killed the funny elf, that cannot go unpunished."

Locke aims an arrow at her.

Shot @ ugly: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 7

+1 to both if she's within 30 feet.

Gwen will draw and drink her healing potion.

Ill just use my previous rolls... Even though I'd love an 8 instead of a 2 lol

Fiona - or whatever inhabits her body now - floats effortlessly closer to the flying woman and Urbar, her eyes glaring with the same icy blue color. She raises her arms and gestures towards the monster, uttering another word, causing streams of fire to eject from her hands, scorching the creature. Fiona keeps her hands up until the fire dies out, clearly burning the woman.
Burning Hands on younger feral woman, 2d4 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 damage.

Urbar lets his wand fall and grabs his sword two handed, completely ignoring the young woman charging into him. He leans over the sleeping woman and drives the sword home. He aims for her heart and goes in for the kill. The saw toothed sword rips through bone and flesh alike and causes a large bloodbath when he pulls it out. He looks up at the other feral woman with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Coup de grace: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3) + 12 = 17 DC27 fort save or dead! Oh and an AoO on me from the other woman...

Provided she didn't go down from the shot.... ;)
That would save Fiona a spell too.

I coup de graced the sleeping woman, not the flying woman?

No, cause you said aoo from the other (the flying one).
As we're unsure of the arrow's result, and the harpy's not-so-high hp, that aoo against you might not come into play. ;)

Ah yes... makes a lot more sense that way. The thing has a lot of hp so I'm not counting on it ;)

Well, no harm in keeping our fingers crossed :D

Locke shoots an arrow in the chest of the younger woman, but she stays aloft.

Now the woman's no longer next to her Gwendallyn quickly grabs her healing potion and drinks it, healing some of her wounds.

Ref: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

The feral woman dodges some of Fiona's flames, but Fiona's spell damages her badly and leaves her disabled.

AoO; Morningstar: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

When Urbar makes an obvious attempt to execute her mother, the feral woman quickly whacks him with her morningstar. The strain's too much on her body and she collapses to the ground, unconscious. Urbar ignores the hit and drives the blade of his sawtooth saber through the heart of the older woman, killing her.

Auto fail on Fort vs Urbar's CdG.

Combat's over!

Wounded party members:
Gwendallyn 4/21HP
Urbar 14/20 HP
Locke 9/17HP

As the wind swirls around her Tereze stands blinking... The sling limp in her hand.
The cold voice continues:
They are both dead, the Gods tested you and you killed them. Next is the witch and then the...

As the wind swirls stronger a violent gust tears the sling from Tereze's limp hand.
The feeling of the leather being ripped away drags the young woman back to reality just as the younger winged creature charges down on the group.

Next is the witch and then the.... NO I will not let another fall for my sin... the single thought clears the momentary horror and she grabs her Morningstar as she leaps forward to smash an overhand swing in the charging things back.

Morningstar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 + 2 more if flanking.
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Free action drop sling, move to flank the flying woman with Urbar (if possible), free action to draw morning star while moving, standard to attack

Gwen hears more shrieking and screaming followed by another thud. She looks over the edge to see Tereze smashing the morningstar into the creature's back as she lay motionless on the ground. Gwen scrambles to her feet and rushes down the ledge to Ery's body, pulling her healing wand as she does. "Tereze hurry!" she screams as she tosses the wand to her friend. She then slides to a halt next to Ery, cradling his head. "Hold on, Ery! Just hold on! We've got you!" Tears stream down her dirty face. "Why did you do that, you damn fool!"

She looks back up and screams at her companions. "Why are you all just standing there?! Do something! Save him!"

Meanwhile... On the Infinite Stairwell...

An endless, fog covered stair well that wrapped around a seemingly infinite center column. The stone of the column was black against the near colorless world of Pharasma's home.

Ery was in line, a cup of tea in hand, not empty but perpetually at the 'last sip' if you will. This didn't bother him, but those near him, often commented.

"For the love of g- Stop that!" A familiar face shouted from a few people ahead. "Wait...you're the elf that was with us."

Ery raised a brow, removing his hood and scratching his hair. "And you're the poor bastard who got taken violently by a harpy. The elf said shaking his head. There was a snicker on the stairs, a couple warriors clad in armor and serf and peasantry like any other.

"Yeah, well so much for being heroes, eh?" The former caravan companion scoffed, snickering with a smirk. "Couldn't save m-"

Ery held up a hand, sipping his tea continuously...extra so, as he didn't have to breath to cycle the sound. This caused a growing irritation but none were as aggravated as the caravan hand.
"Why you arrogant knife eared bastard!" He began making his way down a few steps toward Ery. Those in line very happily shifted forward for him.
"How dare you get me killed and say nothing of it."

Ery spoke behind his cup, looking down toward the graveyard bellow.

"Well, I saved a woman who's muscles could rend us both asunder...and I'm willing to bet that self-sacrifice gets me points. What did you do? Just cry and die. Ery chuckled, still only half paying attention to the man before him.

The caravan hand became angry. Grabbing Ery by shoulders. "I'll toss you into oblivion, elf..." He sneered.

Ery simply, and slowly, brought the tea back to his lips and began slurping, looking the man in the eyes.

Urbar wipes his sword clean on the harpy and picks up all his gear.
"No use in healing him now. Looking at his injuries he is dead."
He says with a dead cold voice, his face looking like carved from stone. He starts picking up the loot from the corpses and kicks the lifeless bodies of the harpies in the ravine.
"Gwen, will you retrieve his body? If we find a temple we may still be able to bring him back. Never seen it done before but..."
Looking at Ery's lifeless corpse he falls and remains quiet. Before they leave the dreadful place he makes his way up where the harpies came from.

Climb: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Locke makes an extract and drinks it.

Clw: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Locke shakes head when approaching Ery's body.
"Ill fortune, my elven comrade. We'll see what we can do to bring your eccentric self back."

With that, Locke closes Ery's eyes, before standing up again.

Hokama and his drovers careful move close and the merchant sends his drovers after Urbar. "Go see if Atmar's still with us..."

The merchant then notices he's standing awfully close to Fiona, who hasn't stopped levitating and turns to him. "What is..."

Hokama backs away as he sees Fiona point at him and cast a spell. "Stop her! She's gone mad!"

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

His eyes roll back in their sockets the same way the older woman's eyes did when Fiona took her out, and Hokama hits the ground.

Will DC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Gwen looks from Ery's lifeless body to glare at Urbar for his callous remarks about their comrade's remains. "You son of a b$%%*!" She shouts and gingerly sets Ery's head back on the sand; however, her attention suddenly turns toward Fiona. "Fiona?" She approaches her friend and suddenly finds herself in the young woman's haze... Fighting back the sudden urge to lay down and sleep. "Fiona, it's me! It's Gwen!" Unfortunately she cannot seem to get through to her friend and so she rushes up from behind and wraps her in a bear hug. "Fiona! Wake up!"

Grapple: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Will vs slumber: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Seeing Gwen's attempt at calming down Fiona, Locke dices to try and help.

Fighting off a sudden vibe of upcoming tiredness, Locke refocuses on speech.

"Miss Fiona...or whoever is in there? The feral one's toasty, you can calm down now.
Well...as far as could be, given the situation."

Switching to a semi-surprised way of inquiring.
"Does she have this on occasion, or would this be a case of mental meltdown upon traumatic events?"

Thanks Steph and Gwen!
As another person falls asleep to her magic, Fiona tries to resist, trashing wildly at Gwen as she wraps her arms around her from behind and landing a few successful hits on the brawler.
Fiona's resistance as an AOO: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Temporary damage, unarmed: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Fiona tries to cast another hex, but fails miserably, being shaken in Gwen's grasp. She continues to try to kick, flail and headbash Gwen for a few additional seconds without success, and after a few additional seconds her eyes close and her body slumps down.
Concentration: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Assuming Gwen releases her from her grasp:
As the others wake her up, Fiona's eyes - now normal in color - glance around trying to make as much sense as possible from the current situation. As she sees Eryzule's lifeless body her eyes begin to tear. Noticing the wary looks the others give her, she looks up at them, winces and quietly says, "I'm sorry."

Realizing now that the man he was conversing with was not a man at all, but instead a boy... Ery shook his head, removing the cup from his lips only to look into it with a raised brow. Shaking his head after a moment of awe, the elf chuckled.
"Atmar...or something like that... You're a boy."
It was now apparent that Ery had been hallucinating the event entirely. Standing before him, a young man. Not an angry adult. Who had he been talking to? Had he been talking at all?
"Wha? Yes, that's me." the boy responded, rubbing the back of his neck while he looked upward along the stairs. "I'm sorry you died. I hope the others made it.
Ery gave a nod. "I'm sure they're fine. Did...Did I speak to you or was I just standing here idly?"

"Oh. Umm, Well I approached you as I recognized you well enough. You've been pretty idle save for a few mumbles for over several minutes. I just assumed it was the shock of death." The young boy gave a shrug and chuckled lightly. "Still hard to believe I'm dead, myself.
Ery shook his head and let out a sigh. "Yeah...

Since I was climbing I thought it a very bad idea! Though it did sound fun.

Urbar, having arrived first at the top, stops the others from advancing upon seeing the body.
"No use, he is no longer with us. I will grab whatever is up here and come back down again."

Not worth it at all...

He starts piling rocks on top of the body, to create some sort of grave. He leaves some food, some water and a small amount of gold from the chest.
"For the way beyond..."
He collects the items and heads down, showing what he has found to the others by setting it out on the cave floor. He moves over to Fiona and puts a hand on her shoulder, giving her a meaningful glance and a nod. His face still looks carved from stone, but his eyes show regret and pain.

While Ery is in line, he might watch to his left, where a number of small animals is in a line too.

Animals have souls too, why wouldn't they??

A firm looking attack dog with burn marks looks back at him.
In his flank is a circular center, with the rest of his flank scorched.

Just behind Ery, stands what looks the hippie type.
"....'sup man? You looking at the pooch, aren't you?
I spoke to it earlier, way out. You wouldn't believe what it told me."

Ery notices the guy carrying a bunch of leaves, from which he eats some.
"Hits the spot....now where was i?....oh yeah, the dog.
It said it was minding its own business, right, when there was a ruckuss. Its master's guards tried cornering some person....too disguised, could have been a man or woman, you know.
Anyway, some sizzling orb flew at the guard blocking the exit to the balcony. The guy stepped aside, and it hit the poor pooch. But seems that the figure screamed a futile 'watch out' at the pooch, before it died."

He eats a few more leaves.
"I dunno what i died of, truth be told, you know?"

Gwen releases Fiona once she goes limp in her arms, lying her gently on the ground. "What in the Nine Hells happened here?" She looks to Locke and Tereze, hoping they would know more about what just befell Fiona...

Once Fiona wakes up, Gwen watches her warily for a moment obviously ready to wrestle the young woman to the ground again if necessary. "You don't have to be sorry unless you did it intentionally." Once she is sure that Fiona is back to her normal self, Gwen walks back over to kneel next to Ery, closing his eyes with her fingers, and then bury her face in his chest, his robes muffling her ragged whispers. "You dumb fool, Ery. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you..." She slips her muscular arms beneath his body and lifts the elf easily as she carries him over to her camel, gingerly placing him across the beasts back, and then begins the somber process of strapping the body down.

Afterward she sits down in the sand, pulls her knees to her chest, and buries her face as she silently weeps... showing a vulnerability like she never has before. After a few moments she stands, wipes the tear streaks from her emotionless face. She walks over towards the creature's corpses, drawing her handaxe as she does, and with two brutal swings she hacks the heads from the creatures. She then picks them up by their stringy hair and set the heads on the nearby ledge to be visible to anyone approaching this place. She then cleans the blade from her axe with the sand and slips it back into her belt. "Let's leave this accursed place and continue our mission."

Locke shakes head slightly.

"I don't know.
I can only speculate, a split personality, a vengeful protective spirit?
Or the point where reason breaks from emotional trauma."

....
"Given you haven't replied that she has had this earlier, my guess would be the last? I've seen a mother beat a thug with a pan into submission, after he stabbed her husband to death."

Fiona remains silent for a while and just when she opens her mouth to answer Gwen leaves her and goes to her business, leaving her alone. She remains on the ground for a couple of minutes, holding her head and apparently ignores everything else that is going on around her. Once she hears Gwen loading Ery's corpse on the camel her eyes begin to tear but she says nothing.

As the others prepare to depart, Fiona finally gets up and at a moment where nobody is near Eryzule's corpse she walks to it and touches his lifeless hand, but immediately shrinking away instinctively from it as it had already its former heat. She does her best to try and wipe away the blood from Eryzule's face, then walks away, ready to leave.

Hokama's drovers wake him up and the merchant immediately takes his distance from Fiona. "You fiend! Stay away from me!"

As you continue your journey Hokama and his drovers take some distance from you as they follow you on the Kamawgyar Shrine trail. You soon reach the main route of the Silken Way as it leaves the western flank of the Zho Mountains.

The smell of water in the air as you leave the mountain pass indicates that the Shat-al-Qadr River runs somewhere nearby. You have found your heading again. As you round a final talus slope, you discover something altogether unexpected. The very caravan you have sought waits before you, the merchants and drovers kneeling with their arms bound behind their backs and the camels clustered nearby. Among these captives walk a dozen or so armed warriors wrapped in the dark robes and helms of the desert bandits you fought before. Standing with his back to you, not ten feet away, is the armored form of the Taldan knight, Gaspar du Mer. He holds his wide-bladed sword in one hand and clutches the tied arms of the caravan mistress Jamila al-Shafah with the other as he shouts orders to the brigands.

Going to do a little rewind healing, assuming someone uses Gwen's wand for her.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6