Ruth sheaths her sword and begins to search her pack for anything to wrap the workers wound with. Looking up at the other. "Do any of you have skill in tending wounds or something to wrap their wounds?"
Were you looking to give them more healing than the CLW? If so:
Jester shrugs. "They seem mobile enough after the healing, and who knows how many near-death wounded there might be. I'd hate to find 48 more Agents knocking on death's door inside. Not the literal death's door, mind you." He pauses a moment, considering, then opens the mausoleum door. "Clear here at least, I guess."
"There was a bunch of pathfinders. At least they looked like Pathfinders, until they did whatever they did to us... There was at least 8 of them, I think." The man seems confused slightly, but that's probably due to suffering a near death event. "They headed inside like they were meant to be here."
Male Dwarf Bard 5 | AC: 17/10/17 | HP: 40/40 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +7 (+2 vs poison/spells/SLA's, +4 vs performance/sonic/language-dependant) | CMB +4, CMD 13 | Init +1 | Perc +10 | Performance: 20/20
I played Serpents Rise back at GenCon. This is fun :-)
"Pathfinders, eh? Rotten traitors. Should be torn limb from limb fer what they did ta yeh, they should. Let's go, ladies and gent, we got us some rats ta catch!"
You head inside, opening into a large dissection room dimly lit by windows to the east. Steel tables with drains in the floors separated by curtains are everywhere. You can hear the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, and the smell of harsh chemicals makes your eyes burn.
Looking about, you find yourself jumping at shadows. Something about the place is creepy and its obviously clean facade doesn't do anything to help.
From deeper within, you hear a voice echo to you. "Pathfinders.. Have you come to lay down your lives for the cause? Will anyone mourn your loss, pathfinders? Will anyone even know you're dead? Will anyone care?"
The creepiness of the room doesn't seem to faze Jester. He shouts back at the echoing voice, "Oh, come now, what kind of over-dramatic drivel is that? Besides, there are fates much worse than death! Come, let us show you a few!" Despite his joking tone and scarred grin, his eyes are serious as he takes to the shadows, bow drawn.
I can roll stealth and / or perception as needed, or the GM can.
"Gramma Snowfoot will be very upset if I die in here. And don't ask how she'd know, she's very good at this kind of thing. She'd probably just hunt you down and turn you into ice statues if she was feeling particularly nice that day. So yes, someone will mourn, someone will know, someone will care. You can give it up right now and tell us your plans, or your plans can end now. Your choice."
Etune will motion to others to move along as she remains out front and in center to draw the attention of the speaker.
Etune engages the voice, with Goldur adding his two-cents, while Jester creeps into the shadows. Slipping northward, he spots two men hiding just ahead, their attention focused to the southeast. He can hear more movement, subtle but there, to the south of the two men he sees.
"We'll be sure to send Grandma a nice corpse to bury when we're done Pathfinder. We'll even try to keep the face recognizable."
I'm assuming Jester will want to do something unpleasant to these fine folks, so I'll rolling initiative. Jester gets a surprise round, then into round 1!
These men aren't that much different from River Kingdom bandits.. Jester slinks around the corner and snipes an arrow into the nearest foe.
Composite Longbow Attack, PBS:1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11 damage (if hit):1d8 + 2 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 + (1) = 6 Human foes? If so, add +2 to the attack and Damage from Favored Enemy for a total of 13 to hit and 8 damage.
"Rogue Pathfinders how can this be? they must be stopped." Ruth helps the men up off the ground and draws her sword. "Well, lets go say hello." She follows the others into the building.
Inside the building
"What is this place. This is beyond creepy." she says as she scans the area.
When the voice comes out of the darkness Ruth jumps a little. "Show yourself coward! You will be the one that is forgotten and your life waste for no cause at all."
You can see two men from where you moved. One is the speaker, who is finishing his speech as you move, and another is clearly trying to hide, but failing
Goldur taunts the man and sets his axe, as the men surge forward to attack! One screams and rushes Goldur, but a readied swing catches him from ribs up to shoulder, cutting him near in half! Two more follow, moving more cautiously, while the one Jester wounded screams and charges him!
Jester calmly steps back as the assailant rushes by, drawing his bowstring as he does, and shooting an arrow right into the enemy's head.
Composite Longbow Attack, PBS:1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20 damage (if hit):1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10 Did we get a confirmation if these were humans? If so, +2 again
Surveying the presumably corpse before him, he mutters, "This is what happens when you run with sharp objects..." then slips into the shadows.
Stealth:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 Not sure if I have penalties. First time trying to stealth in combat, actually
Male Dwarf Bard 5 | AC: 17/10/17 | HP: 40/40 | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +7 (+2 vs poison/spells/SLA's, +4 vs performance/sonic/language-dependant) | CMB +4, CMD 13 | Init +1 | Perc +10 | Performance: 20/20
Jester: Unfortunately you take a massive penalty to Stealth after making a ranged attack. That's called "sniping" and the penalty is -20. Although presumably it only applies to enemies that saw the effects of your attack.
Yeah, that's where I wasn't sure. It doesn't seem like it falls under "sniping" because I'm don't ducking in and out of cover. Again, Stealth in combat is weird, I don't normally use it, it just makes the most tactical sense to at least try because I used my 5' step to get out of melee
The Halfling takes a look at how the situation is playing out, and makes the choice for 'local superiority' by moving to help Ruth and Goldur, though the shelves make it a bit difficult to do so.
Florin inserts herself and her blade into the melee to aid Goldur as her own blades flashes in!
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Sigh.
Ruth's deadly sword cuts the attacker in half! Etune makes her way around the maze of shelving. Florin, too, hacks away but the wily imposters dance back.
The false pathfinder leader laughs. "Fools! We're no pathfinder dupes! We serve the Consortium and we'll see your corpses flayed!" He attacks, but his face betrays his fear!
Short Sword!:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 vs Goldur for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damage!
Jester slinks around the wall, stalking his foes. Half movement speed stealthy double move. No way to meaningfully contribute to combat this round with the wall.
As Jester moves up, Ruth ends the Aspis agent's boasting. He looks somewhat shocked by the sudden appearance of a blade in his chest and falls, his face locked in that look of shock for the rest of his short life.
Success! And because you saved the men outside, they show you a cache of supplies they kept for emergencies that you can put to use! Where to, now?
"Consortium? I've heard rumors and the like, but let's check to make sure the rest of the building is secure then head on to report and get a new assignment?"
Etune shakes her head at the fallen folks and tries to figure out what if any emergency supplies are handy.
"Thanks Goldur." She says a little blush coming to her face. "I am very excited to finish my martial training now when I get back home." She cleans her blade off the sheaths it over her back.
Looking through the dead agents, you find pouches filled with looted books from the mausoleum's library. Knowledge Arcana or Religion check, please!
DC 15:
The books all seem to deal with the control and capture of the mortal soul following death.
Once you satisfy yourselves that the mausoleum is clear, you head back outside. There the caretakers you saved waits for you. "Thank you all for helping us. Listen, we have a few supplies we've kept for emergencies and this certainly seems like one. We'll give them to you to give to the Society. Also, there's this." The caretaker gives you a cache of supplies and two potions of lesser restoration.
Soooo close... Etune will grab one of the potions and some of the supplies (unspecified) if no one else does, she's no slacker!
Etune will glance at where Jester glances at one point then nods. "Star Hall sounds like a great idea, I'll start heading over, you'll all catch up given how fast you move!" She's not upset when she says that, more accepting of the fact that yes, she's a little bit shorter so it's going to take her a little bit longer to get there.
You may aid each other, if you have the ability. In which case, Etune may look at the spoiler.
"No, miss. Now that we're alerted, we'll be safe enough locked inside until this mess passes. Thank you all, but I'm hoping for a nice quiet rest of the day!" says the caretaker as he helps his fellow inside.
Realizing you're close to Starhall, a likely target of attack, you head in that way, taking nearly 20 minutes to move through the large spread out district.
The outside of this large keep was designed with Azlanti architecture in mind. Two wings extend from the center structure, with a domed tower at the end of the east wing a smaller patinated bronze dome over the center hall. Starhall serves as an observatory, library, and museum for otherworldly and extraplanar objects and lore.
Inside the main entrance is a library with several display cases of objects recovered from Numeria, as well as a curator’s desk and a staircase to the eastern tower. As you enter, four odd owl-like bird men the size of humans armed with staves, look up from rifling through scrolls and books and stare at you. They immediately put aside their scrolls and assume defensive positions!
Knowledge Local!
DC 10:
These are syrinx! From lofty monastery-cities entrenched in soaring cliff sides and high mountain valleys, the syrinx seek to bring peace to all lands that fall within sight of their marbled spires. Erudite and aloof, the owl-like scholars embrace art, philosophy, and nebulous faiths, seeking to distance themselves from a history of barbarism and ruin. To this end, they seek to enslave all lesser races, especially those without wings. Their elitist culture rests upon thousands of backs in an elaborate hierarchy of slaves. Directly below the syrinx are the strix, a race they magically modified in the distant past to serve as warriors and slave masters.
Ruth feels a tingle and the aura of magical protection fades from her body. She stops for a moment draws her sword and chants a quick phrase. Ruth's body glows for a second then fades to normal.
But what was the Announcement? What does it mean? *can't see it other than 'OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT' and when I click on it, it goes to a page asking for a password?
But what was the Announcement? What does it mean? *can't see it other than 'OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT' and when I click on it, it goes to a page asking for a password?
