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"Um, not exactly Petty. I can't talk to him. I can try and get'em here so -you- guys could talk to him. I gotta... think hard and hold onto him so he doesn't go driftin' off. It's up to you guys." She pulls a random book off the shelves and examines it. Undoubtedly she finds it boring and puts it back after a few moments.
“They’d better be right, or they’ve handed victory to the Aspis.”
Dr Bestah paces the library muttering angrily to himself while the party searches.
He shuts his hole abruptly when Lathlo and Petrok notice faint scuff marks around the base of the lectern that once held the Mutani Manual.
With Chak finding no traps on the lectern, a prodigious application of strength by Petrok uncovers a locked metal door, 2 feet square and marked with strange sigils.
ಜೋರಾಗಿ ನೈತಿಕ ಖಂಡನೆ
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Chak takes a moment to examine the glyphs...
"I do deduce, surmise and conclude that these are Azlanti sigils of warding placed upon the tombs, grave, and crypts. It states 'cacophonous moral denunciation'. Hmm. I don't think I could have said that better myself."
Chak examines this new door for traps .
Chak can determine that the flat steel door appears to be both mundanely locked and magically trapped.
What remains to decide is whether or not this is an elaborate ruse to make you waste time. Or the perfect hiding place, since it's just hidden enough to be not too obvious.
Bestah frowns. “Could that Po woman really have been telling the truth about the library?”
Double doors wait unopened to the West.
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Chak attempts to Disable the trap (Take 10 for 29.)
Assuming he's not blown up but the trap is still there, he'll read his scroll of heroism and then try to take 10 again for a 31.
If that's still not enough he'll have to roll for it.
Forgot to roll the check to activate the scroll. It's not automatic yet.
Petrok believes the spell that will be unleashed is Aram Zey’s Pants.
Developed by the ex-Master of Spells to embarrass people who irritated him (basically everyone). The caster causes the target’s pants to fall down to his ankles. Belts or suspenders offering no protection.
Chak’s first attempt nearly actuates the trap’s spell-trigger!
The tengu recognizes the cleverly concealed redundant system after the fact, but coolly attempts to disarm it again.
The trap defies Chak’s endeavors for a second time, before the slayer resorts to all the tricks he knows (and a little luck) before finally declaring the small steel door safe and ready to unlock.
Dr Bestah wipes his brow with Lathlo's woollen knit-cap in the doorway. “If the tome is really in there, you will need me to check it’s not a fake.”
Petrok assumes that after all Bestah’s been through, he is intent on getting his hands on the mission objective.
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"Ya suck at talkin', Betsy, but we know they sent ya just for that reason. I'll even help ya check it, cause I'm all professional at that stuff." Seren is currently standing near the would-be scholar with a book held open in one hand as she quickly skims through the pages looking for one with a lot of pictures of wrestling. It seems a safer place to be than near her party members that are potentially going to blow up the library.
“And you, young woman ‘suck’ at pronunciation.”
Dr Bestah’s lecturing index finger makes another appearance.
“You will require elocution lessons if you have any hope of reaching the dizzying heights that I have attained in the Society.”
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Petrok waits for Chak Yuen's work to be done. When the Tengu finally acknowledges that he thinks he's disarmed the trap. Petrok nods with satisfaction. He stays close to the Tengu acknowledging the danger he's in if the Tengu was wrong about disarming the trap. But, he feels it important to share the danger with his companions so he stays near. Well let's open it up see what's inside, shall we? Petrok request of the Tengu while leaning over his shoulder in anticipation. By all the spirits and holy ones in the heavens ..I do hope that manuscript is in here!
Chak picks the lock and lifts the hinged steel door revealing ...
The text is written in an archaic language that doesn’t employ any known Inner Sea or Tien alphabet. The book is extensively illustrated with numerous unarmed fighting styles.
Dr Bestah throws up both hands in jubilation. “Yes! I knew I could do it!”
“Chak-chan, it’s time for a grown-up to verify that this is an authentic Mutani Manual.”
The scholar holds out his hand expectantly. “Bring it here. Unless you understand ΙβιψΔΦςίαη?”
Chak finds the book untrapped. However, the ancient Casmaron language baffles him.
“Had a lot riding on this-ss one find?”
“I can understand why you might think that.” Dr Bestah waves a dismissive hand, ignoring Lathlo as he moves behind him.
“But even if you lot had messed this up, my unique skillset makes me indispensable to the Society.”
He gazes steadily at Chak. “Now the book, if you please.”
As the Pathfinders confront each other about the prize, the western double doors fly open and two human thugs rush into the room, with weapons drawn.
“If you can’t agree who’s playing with it first, we’ll decide for you.”
A masked half-elf and multi-imaged human female stand in the doorway.
They both scan the Pathfinders visible in the library, before the mirrored woman wearing a bronze badge points eight wands at Chak. “The tengu’s got it.”
Tight vines encircle the woman’s throat and torso.
Lathlo
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Left
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Petrok
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven
Surumi Gajutai
Chak
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Right
Livilla
LATHLO goes first!
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Lathlo flairs his left nostril and arches an eyebrow, entering a state of Controlled Bloodrage.
As he moves into the room, Lathlo pulls out his wand of Long Arm, then attempts to leap up on top of the middle bookcase.
His jump appears to be just a little short, but with a dash of panache, he tumbles in the air and barely manages to stick the landing before offering a lopsided maniacal grin.
Then he uses his wand of Long Arm and drops it to the ground, before flicking his Blue Scarf in a dismissive menacing fashion toward the goons below him before tucking it under his nose as if to block a foul smell. "Anyone else smell the stench of an Aspis goon?"
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
Lathlo puts on a text-book acrobatic performance, of the kind you might find in the Mutani Manual.
The blue-eyed thug steps forward 5 feet and aims a Warhammer blow at the swash-rager’s knee.
“Let’s see how well you dance with no kneecap, boy.”
Lathlo
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Left
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Petrok
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven
Surumi Gajutai
Chak
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Right
Livilla (7 mirror images)
PETROK is up!
Petrok sees no better time to launch a fireball at the enemy. The Pathfinder shaman then draws his falchion.
All except the thug with the bloodshot eyes dodge most of the flames.
Dr Bestah looks concerned. “Were there any restrictions on vandalizing Passad’s property?”
“Chak-chan, if you give me the book ...
The masked Aspis half-elf takes a step back and flings a bomb through the open doorway past blue-eyes towards Chak.
… IT WILL SAVE IT GETTING DESTROYED BY THE ASPIS!!”
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Lathlo
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Left
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Petrok
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven
Surumi Gajutai need a DC 16 Reflex save
Chak need a DC 16 Reflex save
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Right
Livilla (7 mirror images)
BOLD are up!
Blue: -Tommy
Lorenzo: -Tommy
Livilla: -Tommy
Red: -Tommy-Dan
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Without pulling his weapon out or even changing the stance for combat, Gajutai bursts into the Weapon Song, tapping the quick rhythm on the large spiked shield.
"There's nowhere to run
No place you can go
Nowhere you can hide
Where you won't be found..."
Lathlo's weapon gets surrounded by a swarm of glowing spirit wisps, one of which immediately darts at the enemy in front of him.
The skald, keeping the rhythm going but interjecting the lyrics, than unleashes an insulting tirade about how lowly Aspis create a bad reputation for all the honest snakes out there.
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Seren never gets to give Bestah what was sure to be a witty reply as the Aspis bust in, words exchange, and then things just start exploding! And people catch on fire! "There were lotsa restrictions! Don't break or steal stuff! Be careful!" Give him the book? Okay! Seren tosses the one she'd been holding over her shoulder at Bestah's head so she can draw the blade she put away back out while wiggling around a book shelf to get under the guard of the blue-eyed thug.
As she takes the corner she just keeps spinning, falling into a dance to the rhythm of Gajutai's song. Her eyes roll back in her head as she picks up the liquid, dervish steps and her skin turns pale. When she speaks its in the Tien tinted voice of her spirit, Katsumoto. "Let us show you how to really dance!" Then a single blade strikes for the man's hamstring.
Spirit Aura: All allies within 30ft gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.
Gajutai breaks into song, giving elemental enhancements to Seren’s wakizashi and Lathlo’s scimitar. Wispy tendrils lash out at blue-eyes, causing him to moan as his life force begins ebbing away.
Unfortunately, the snakes seem unaffected by the skald’s blistering litany of curses.
Seren’s blade carves into the hammy of blue-eyes, but doesn’t mortally injure him.
The book she tossed at Bestah *SMACKS* him square in the face, causing him to stop casting a spell.
The scholar holds his bloody nose calling, “I can take a hint. I’ll guard the rear.”
He disappears out through the Master Bedroom doorway in the direction of the Atrium.
Chak decides to keep the Manual, drawing and reading a scroll to help protect his fellows.
Blood-shot takes a 5’ step to the north and nods at his brother, before slashing at Seren. “Focus Fire!”
The bronze-badged woman takes a step backwards and ✨casts a lightning bolt at Lathlo. Because of Lathlo’s position up on the bookshelf, the thunderbolt hits the library’s ceiling before it can reach Petrok.
Lathlo
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Left
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Petrok
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 51/66 hp
Gajutai 57/61 hp
Chak 72/76 hp
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Right
Livilla (7 mirror images)
LATHLO leads us off in round 2!
Blue:
Lorenzo: -Tommy
Livilla: -Tommy
Red: -Tommy-Dan
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Lathlo easily sidesteps the lightning bolt and waggles his eyebrows at the caster suggestively. "Goin' to have to do better than that, darlin'."
He then unleashes his attacks on the foes below.
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Apspis Revealed)
I'd apologize for all the text, but I'm the one that had to write it...lol
Lathlo avoids getting THUNDERSTRUCK, and responds by *smashing* the side of blue-eyes’ head with the flat of his scimitar. This sets of a cascade as blue’s skull collides with his brother’s –– causing blue to drop to the library floor like a sack of spuds.
Red sees ✧✩✨ as he takes a few punch-drunk steps, but remains on his feet for now.
Lathlo
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Left unconscious
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Petrok protection from fire
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 51/66 hp
Gajutai 57/61 hp protection from fire
Chak 72/76 hp protection from fire
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Right – staggered + frightened (1 r)
Livilla (7 mirror images)
PETROK’S turn!
Blue: 40 lethal – 67 NL (unconscious + stable)
Lorenzo: -Tommy
Livilla: -Tommy
Red: 28 lethal + 33 NL (stag, frightened 1r)
Petrok begins calling an electrifying spell!
“Ooh, Laughing Boy. BURN!”
Lorenzo underarms a bomb through the doorway at Lathlo, before disappearing from view to the north.
Lathlo 63/78 hp
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Left unconscious
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Petrok protection from fire
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 51/66 hp
Surumi Gajutai 57/61 hp protection from fire
Chak 72/76 hp protection from fire
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Right – staggered + frightened (1 r)
Livilla (7 mirror images)
BOLD may go!
Blue: 40 lethal – 67 NL (unconscious + stable)
Lorenzo: -Tommy
Livilla: -Tommy
Red: 28 lethal + 33 NL (stag, frightened 1r)
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When Bestah takes the book in the face she manages to offer a loud, apologetic 'Oops' before being distracted by a sword cutting into her waist. Seren offers the bloodshot eyed man an uncharacteristically vicious grin before shouting in her borrowed voice. "Focus fire!"
"Yeah, teach'em not to cut me, Katsu! That hurt!" Around and around she dances, her blades snapping out with her momentum in a flurry of attacks aimed low at the man while Lathlo's oddly long attacks distract him above. Then she steps away out of his easy reach, and the sight of the magic woman.
Crit Confirmations
Spirit Aura: All allies within 30ft gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.
Samurai spirit and spiritual skald slice up Blood-shot like a he’s a frog in a blender.
Right is one Aspis thug Lathlo will never introduce to Sarenrae’s Grace …
“Time for a cool change, Pathfinders!”
Like an incarnation of Gozreh's North Wind, Livilla ❆BLASTS❆ everyone with a cone of cold.
Not waiting to see the carnage she’s caused, the Bronze Badge quickly ducks out of sight somewhere to the south.
Lathlo 63/78 hp
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Left ❆Now Dead❆
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Petrok protection from fire
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 51/66 hp
Surumi Gajutai 57/61 hp protection from fire
Chak 72/76 hp protection from fire
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Red’s Dead
Livilla (7 mirror images)
LATHLO + PETROK's turns at the top of Round #3.
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The blast of cold washes over Petrok but he manages to avoid the worst of it. I've felt nearly as much bite standing the edge of glaciers, in the Tusk Mountains. What part of the blast that did catch him, was adsorbed mostly by the spirits of his elders. Petrok hurriedly pursues his adversaries out in to the greenhouse and calls down lightning on the spellcaster who just tried to freeze them to death. Well you brought the thunder woman, I'll reply in kind with lighting! Petrok growls as he calls down a bolt from heaven to fry the woman and all her mirror images.
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Lathlo deftly evades the cone of bone-chilling cold as he leaps down from the bookshelf and heads out the door.
"Now that wasn't very nice, milady. Killing your own compatriots when I'm attempting to show mercy. You see that, Master Alchemist? I think your life means nothing to her. Perhaps you should see the err of your ways and repent? Perhaps just a taste of Sarenrae's ire will knock a little sense into you."
Lathlo moves to the north and goes between the alchemist and the house, hoping to provoke an attack to parry. Once he reaches the far side of the alchemist, he'll attack.
(includes 5 precise dmg & +3 Aspis Revealed)
Petrok feels almost at home in the bitter cold of Livilla’s spell.
Lathlo bounds over the ice cone like an acrobat with his pants full of ants.
“You see that, Master Alchemist? I think your life means nothing to her. Perhaps you should see the err of your ways and repent?”
“Huh?” Lorenzo replies wittily.
“Livilla, what did that clown say?”
He thrusts at the swift swash with a short sword coated in yellow fluid.
Lathlo easily parries the lunge, while his riposte stings the shaken alchemist’s wrist enough that he only barely holds onto his weapon.
The Pathfinder Rager’s following flurry on both half-elven temples finally causes Lorenzo to lose his grip on both sword and consciousness. Body and blade fall awkwardly to rest at Lathlo’s feet.
Lathlo 68/78 hp
40/47 hp protection from fire
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 51/66 hp
Surumi Gajutai 57/61 hp protection from fire
Chak 72/76 hp protection from fire
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Livilla (7 mirror images)
BOLD MAY GO!
Lorenzo:
Livilla: -Tommy
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HERE Petrok grits his teeth as the damage from the woman's spell causes him to loose his call lighting spell. He runs outside and instead burning hands at the sorceress
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Seren gets a face full of ice and snow that leaves her shivering and twitching. Her dancing slows, but doesn't stop as she mutters to herself to keep going and keep going. The frost bitten medium dashes by General Chak, a twirl of motion as she passes making it appear as though he's suddenly become her dance partner, and the gets herself the protection of the door frame from any more such magic.
While hiding, her eyes and the gemstone on her neck glow faintly with concentration, and then she is wreathed in a protective aura.
Spirit Aura: All allies within 30ft gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.
Livilla proves to be quite nimble, avoiding most of Petrok’s hot hand.
With a full-blown spell duel underway between Petrok and Livilla, Gajutai keeps up his Song of Ice and Fire.
The oraskald misses with his scimitar, though the tendrils manage to *POP* one of the woman’s doubles.
Seren takes the full force of icy Aspis fury and heads out of the firing line to ✨cast false life.
Only armed with a wand, Livilla curses the missed opportunity to strike at Chak. In return the General misses her body and body images altogether.
The surviving Aspis caster falls back 5’ and ✨casts. Five bolts of force unerringly find their way into Gajutai’s torso.
She follows this up with another cone of cold on Lathlo and Petrok.
Lathlo 68/78 hp
Petrok 40/47 hp protection from fire
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Lorenzo
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Seren’s Seven 17/66 hp (+13 FL)
Surumi Gajutai 24/61 hp protection from fire
Chak 55/76 hp protection from fire
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Livilla (6 mirror images)
PARTY UP!
Lorenzo: -Tommy +73NL + 40 lethal. Unconscious + stable
Livilla: minus Donovan
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"Just can't let any of your fallen comrades live, eh? Well, I guess just need to take you alive, if we can." Lathlo moves up to potentially provide Gaj with flank and takes a swing.