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Is any one adverse to us giving the basement a proper look through? Can we just take 20 on every room until we want to leave?

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Taking 20 is a long time. We don't have a long time.

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"Don't mind me, but this is going too smoothly, he!" Delzden interrupts, "we better get back to our quarter a-sap before they detect something afoul!"
"Or do you know of some other prisoners left down here in the basement, dwarves?"

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Not a problem. Upstairs and out we go!

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"Before we go up, we should make sure our rescued friends here are in good shape. Someone, please give them some food. Gentle-dwarves, would any of you need some healing?"

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"we are fine. A little water and we will make it to safety before rest and food."
They all look determined to leave. There is nothing of note found as you look over the restop of the basement.
note the horse cannot climb the ladders

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"Should we use the horse to create a distraction on the opposite end of where we came in?"

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I vote we quick scan the basement and then get the dwarves out the way we came in.

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Ula looks to the party, "Shouldn't we get going? Quiet even?"

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Delzden rounds up all the people. He then addresses the dwarves: "There was another trap door over there yonder, I'm guessing it'll take you outside. It's dark, night, and with your darkvision you should be able to get to our docked ship."
Delzden looks at his team mates. "Should we bail too or wait for the morning? Leave the tavern keepers questions of our whereabouts or enjoy a paid breakfast?"
The dwarves said they're going to be all right, so I believe them. The other trap door might serve as an escape route. Whether we too want to bail now depends on the group.

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Bleys says "I think a quick scan should be ok. I am willing to detect magic. Then perhaps back upstairs for a rest and a good breakfast tomorrow."

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The dwarves glance at each other confused. .. the female speaks up first "why on Galorion would you want to spend the night at this prison inn. Are you fools to have gotten this far only to be captured sleeping?" She pulls away from the group swearing in dwarves making her way towards the ladder alone.

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"Do we have time to get a scone or a muffin?"

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Ula cheers up, "Delzden and Bleys, I have donuts on the boat! Let's go!"
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

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The party makes their way out of the dungeon through the bathroom. As Delzden exits into the courtyard, a couple of strangers are waiting for you.
A human in grey robes, wearing an iron mask and wielding an ivory wand straightens as you exit. "in the name of the most holy living god, drop your weapons! I, Holy Ahendile, ordained priest of Razmir, am the arbiter of your fates. Submit and you may earn more merciful treatment!"
The thugs at her side looks confident, slapping his morning star into his other hand and grinning.

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Hearing the commotion Ula notices she's out of sight and uses her sleeves to mimic the Razmir garb she's seen. In disguise she muscles her way towards the front and raises her hands . "Well met Holy Ahendile, I am Ula, Inquisitor of his most holy Razmir and seeker of heretics. I am glad to see you well."
Without missing a beat or waiting for response she continues, "It appears that lines of communication have been garbled. I am under secret orders to hunt and detain heretics in this area and collect them for reeducation and judgement. While I do have to use the services of..." she sighs, "...mercenaries, I assure you that their faith has been tested and they have been deemed worthy. Now, if you will please move out of our way, so I may finish my mission and report my discoveries to our highest of powers, I would be appreciative."
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

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"Mistress Ula, weren't you just saying that we would be merciful to any who submit to the will of the Masked God? We have seen enough death in the last few days, even though those that would prevent us from performing our most holy mission did deserve their fate. Tell her to lay down her arms, and allow us to discuss this!"
bluff aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16 w00t!

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I wish I could go with it, but alas...
The thug and priest exchange confused looks.. "well met Ula... why would you be.... here..."
You quickly realized she is looking over your allies... and sees the weakened dwarves who fail to hide quickly enough. "Lies! You and your honeyed tongue. No inquisitor would steal my prisoners from my hidden dungeon. Take them!"
Lucious Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Bleys Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Delzden Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Echo Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Mor’Targh Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Ula Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
or Ula Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
thug: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
priest: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
1 lucious: 1d2 ⇒ 2
apparently I hit edit instead of reply.... arg... after Ula:
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
"it can't be.. but I see it.." She steps away from it and casts a spell.
Delzden reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
fire damage: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 2) = 10
Delzden has a fireball appear on top of him and gets burned.
Round 1 (bold may act)
Ula -4
Ahendile
Mor'Targh diseased
Echo
Bleys -21
Delzden -14, -1 str
Thug
Lucious diseased

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Ula starts quietly, "Who do you think you are?"
You can sense the tension in her voice as she begins speaking louder, "You would dare?"
Her voice raises louder, "You DARE challenge my position?"
It grows to a shout as she raises her finger, "YOU! YOU ARE THE HERETIC!"
And with the wave of her hands and the casting of a spell she finishes, "I judge you unworthy, and for that, you shall suffer a punishment most severe!"
Standard Action: Cast Threatening "Minor Image"
A swirling of mist appears behind Ahendile as a figure steps forward. A ten foot living effigy of a masked figure wearing more finely appointed robes of the priesthood of Razmir, his mask clearly glinting in the moonlight.
She finished by stating plainly and without emotion, "Do with them what you will..."
Five foot step backwards.
For any of us on our side - that thing is a flank buddy from the front right corner! Assuming they don't save (Will DC18) of course.

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See the post before ula... stupid phone updating

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"No one decides my fate but me!"
Echo races towards the masked person to deliver a foot to her dome.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
If I need to avoid the flaming ball I will make an acrobatics check as well.

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reflex save to get by it unharmed. Also - jack showed me where Bleys healed so he's full up.

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"Hey! I've heard of purifying flames, but this is a bit much!" Delzden yelps, moving towards the red thug, pulling his meteor hammer and swings it to drop the thug on his arse.
Trip + combat expertise: 1d20 + 12 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 12 - 1 = 12 Oh thanks.
AC 18 for one round.

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When safe (advoiding fireball) to go outside. Bleys will move 25ft out the door and get in range (30ft) of Ahendile and cast elemental ray. range touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

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it won't be perfectly safe as it is a flaming sphere blocking the door.

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That's what I was referring to. If Bleys thinks that the sphere will explode KN Arcane: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 He will move to take cover behind nearest table and tip it on end if needed.

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you don't think that spell explodes.
Echo leaps through the fire...
reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 4) = 12
But bumps the door frame and tumbles through the fire... then moves on the priest but is hesitant from the burns.
Mor'targh gleefully exclaims. "you call that burning? I'll show you the meaning of fire! " He boldly walks through the fire barely noticing it.
damage: 3d6 - 10 ⇒ (4, 5, 2) - 10 = 1
Using an alchemists fire as a focus, he fires a scorching ray at Ahendile.
scorching ray: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 3
But wildly misses....
The thug looks between the giant and Delzden and...
1 delzden: 1d2 ⇒ 1
He steps up to Delzden and swings.
morning star: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
And is barely deflected away by the unusual weapon Delzden weilds.
Round 1/2 (bold may act)
Ula -4
Ahendile
Mor'Targh -1, diseased
Echo -12
Bleys
Delzden -14, -1 str
Thug
Lucious diseased

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A look of minor concentration crosses Ula's face as the large form of Razmir himself trundles over to the guard.
Swift Action: Concentrate & move image within it's range (6 10' squares which I've marked on the map)
All remember that the red square threatens.
She moves forward while raising her hands above her head and speeks with complete conviction, "Razmir bless us!" She looks directly at Ahendile and says, "You will quickly learn the wrath heretics deserve. Your fate has been decided. Surrender now and we will be more lenient. Fight on and you will be destroyed."
Move Action: Move
Standard Action: Bless (+1 to hit and fear saves)
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
At this point it appears Ula is believing her own words.

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Lucius moves up to the doorway. "Ahendile, you picked the wrong set of inquisitors to mess with. Seriously, do you think that you little tirade will have any affect on us? Why, I have more power in one of my whiskers than you will ever be granted by the Living God. Now sit your ass down!" He stomps down hard as he says this, setting up a ripple of power through the ground. casts thunderstomp
trip: 1d20 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 6 = 18 (+1 if Bless applies, which i think it does, since this is a combat maneuver check.)
"Echo, show the inquisitor her folly!"

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Everyone feels the wake of lucious's spell as Ahendile falls down.
She then attempts to stand, take a kick from Echo.
kick, bless, prone: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 + 4 = 14
But finds an invisible force blocks her attack. Ahendile steps away from Echo and points at Lucious crying out "my god defends me from your brute. I will not be swayed!" And casts a spell.
A line of electrical energy shoots out through Ula, Lucious and Bleys.
ula reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Lucious reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
bleys reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
damage: 6d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 5, 1, 6, 1) = 18
Ula and Lucious take all of it while Bleys shrugs some of it off. The bolt also shatters a window existing the building. You all her screams from the women inside.
Lucious slumps to the floor unconcious.
Lucious groans but still stands.
jack reroll: 1d20 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 5 = 9 ugh..
Round 2 (bold may act)
Ula -22
Ahendile
Mor'Targh -1, diseased
Echo -12
Bleys -8
Delzden -14, -1 str
Thug
Lucious -18, diseased
edits made due to tagline deficiency. Jack please update your tagline ;)

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Echo draws her katana. An eerie purple black radiance spreads along the blade from handle to tip. She spins into position in front of the Razmiran.
"Your time on Golarion ends tonight. Whatever god you pray to, prepare to meet it."
Move action draw sword
Swift action infuse weapon via arcane pool (my katana is now a +1 weapon for the next minute)
5' step
Attack!
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

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"Bleys! You are a might powerful sorcerer... blessed by the Living God. Prove that this... b$++!... is not worthy of his notice! Show her the error of her ways. Quit hiding behind me!"

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Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
"Huh, didn't think that as a deific spell," Delzden wonders out loud, looking at the thug in front of him. He takes a different stance (meteor mode) and starts swinging his weapon wildly, finishing his routine with a trip.
Main mwk cold iron meteor hammer + bless + combat expertise: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 241d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Off trip CMB: 1d20 + 12 - 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 12 - 5 + 1 - 1 = 17
"Mor'Targh, rain fire! From your hands!"
Meteor mode: Double weapon, no reach. AC 17 thanks to combat expertise.

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Ula narrows her eyes, "No Mor'Targh...burn his priest in most holy heavenly fire. She is the blasphemer."

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"Move out of Lightning Bolt formation!"

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Bleys move up to the right of Lucius (Lucius' left) in hope of seeing the Thug. If he can see him he will cast scorching ray. scorching ray: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 214d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 4) = 13

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Bleys fires through the door and barely hits the prone thug. his weapon lies on the ground.
stabilize: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 1 - 4 = 15
Mor'Targh heeds Echo's advice, moves and fires another scorching ray.
fire, focus, melee: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 7
and misses again. is he trying to start the barn on fire?
Round 2/3 (bold may act)
Ula -22
Ahendile
Mor'Targh -1, diseased
Echo -12
Bleys -8
Delzden -14, -1 str
Thug -21
Lucious -18, diseased

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Ula walks up behind Echo and lays her hand on her shoulder channeling healing power in the process.
Move Action: Walk to where I am.
Standard Action: Cast Cure Light Wounds CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Swift Action: Maintain Concentration on illusion and move to a better flank location.
Not a huge issue, but I have a reach cold iron longspear and threaten both bad guys
If Ahendile casts a spell non-defensively I'll take the AoO, but none before she has that opportunity. If I still have my AoO by the time the thug gets up, I'll use it on him.
Longspear AoO: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 Add +4 if it's on the thug.
Longspear Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

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Lucius, fearing for his life, says to Bleys, "Bleys, I guess you misunderstood which one the b$!+~ was!"
He then takes a step out of the doorway, retrieves his cure wand, and uses it on himself.
UMD DC20: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24 clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5z

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Ahendile sees Ula heal Echo and he ally falls... a look of fear crosses her face. "Damn you! I will not be defeated by the likes of you blasphemer!"
She steps back 5 foot, clearly looking for the kill rather than escaping.
defensive cast dc 21: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
damage: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 2, 5, 2, 1) = 17
Ula Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
echo reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Both Ula and Echo take the brunt of the Lightning damage, as Echo falls down but not bleeding.
echo stabalize: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 - 1 = 19
With a grin, Ahendile also glances at the flaming sphere and it rolls onto Delzden.
reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Who gets burned not seeing it coming. damage: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 2) = 8
action summary: 5 foot step, standard cast, move sphere
Round 3 (bold may act)
Ula -39
Ahendile
Mor'Targh -1, diseased
Echo -17, unconcious
Bleys -8
Delzden -22, -1 str
Lucious -14, diseased
if you havent already, please also update the discussion thread so i can get the chronicles out tomorrow.

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Well now that the Rat is out of the way. Bleys will move through the door and end up 20 ft away from Ahendile straight in front with the inn behind him. He is being careful to not get himself lined up with his comrades so that he doesn't get zapped. He will cast another scorching ray. scorching ray: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 244d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2, 6) = 16

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By the way... what on earth is that enlarged creature on the field? Who's Ahendile? The map needs a legend, damnit. I thought Ahendile had enlarged himself for some reason, but apparently not. I've been circling around the enlarged humanoid (who appears to be no one?!) in hopes of attacking it.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
"Owie," Delzden says as the flames again lick his skin, "I need a week at a spa after this!" He dashes towards the cleric (?) and changes his grip, then spins it and attempts to finish off the cleric.
Mwk cold iron + bless + fortress mode: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 = 181d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Fortress mode: Reach, +1 shield AC. AC 17 for one round.