[PbP Gameday VI] GM Ladile & the Pathfinder Society Present: Solstice Scar (Session #2; Tier 3-4) (Inactive)

Game Master Lady Ladile

Arbiscar puts up a detect magic spell in order to try more easily decipher the auras of the wards.

The dwarf makes his best to modify the runes to make the wards down "Let me try this..."
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Leepo attempts to decypher any meaning in the runes.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

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Scritch tries to dodge some of the fake fire damage.
Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Arbiscar Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Arbiscar continues to have little luck in his examination of the runes, even with the prudent application of a Detect Magic spell - the strange not-fire that had just engulfed him and Scritch likely proving a distraction. On the other hand, Leepo steps forward and finally makes some headway on the pesky creatures as she pieces together some of the esoteric language that she can see adorning them.

Leepo's check was high enough that it counts as two of the needed successes!

Meanwhile, Scritch is unable to dodge the strange not-fire but in spite of the pain he hustles around to stand next to Leepo and has another go at trying to help shut the buzzing wards down!

Scritch Disable Device: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

But the intricacies of the runes continue to confound the slithery eidolon.

EshBot too steps forward and tries to help his companions, applying his own knowledge of magic and spells to the task...

Esh Spellcraft: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

...and similarly comes up short.

The runes begin to spin more furiously and then to move, rolling over Dekion, Esh, and Katswiri! The three find themselves buffeted by what feel like a million tiny shreds of paper but in spite of the pain no wounds seem to open on their skin.

Damage (Merciful): 1d6 ⇒ 1
Dekion, Esh, Katswiri also need to make a DC 12 Fort save or be nauseated for one round.

The group can also see that some of the damage that's been done to the runes appears to be slowly mending...
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Round 2/Round 3

Marcus
Scritch (7 nonlethal)
Dekion (1 nonlethal)
Arbiscar (7 nonlethal)
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Living Runes (-11)
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Katswiri (1 nonlethal)
Leepo
Esh (1 nonlethal)

Active Conditions: None

Everyone is UP again!

"Ack! This is frustrating, but we are doing it! Keep trying!"

Leepo's distraction costs her, and she is momentarily baffled by the runes.
Linguistics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Scritch continues with his approach, though no more effective.
Disable Device: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Try as they might, neither Leepo nor Scritch can make any headway on the runes! Clearly, whoever or whatever created these creatures must have been had a sick sense of humor...
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Round 2/Round 3

Marcus
Scritch (7 nonlethal)
Dekion (1 nonlethal)
Arbiscar (7 nonlethal)
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Living Runes (-11)
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Katswiri (1 nonlethal)
Leepo
Esh (1 nonlethal)

Active Conditions: None

Marcus, Dekion, Arbiscar, Katswiri and Esh are UP!
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Sorry guys, seems like no one's dice are cooperating much here, not even mine :\

Fort Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Linguistics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Katswiri stumbles clear of the swarm of runes, dazedly shaking her head as she tries to focus on deciphering how the runes fit together.

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Dekion pauses for a moment when it appears the times attack him. When it seems harmless, he attacks again, this time swinging harder.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 4 = 11

Sorry, I was afk longer than expected. Thank you for botting Esh, GM :)

Fort save DC 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Esh resists the urge to throw up. Not really the scholarly type, his curiosity overcomes though in such times. He wonders once again what he can understand of the runes.

"WOAH ! That's an interesting tale to tell ! LIVING RUNES ! Soooo exciting!"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Although Esh and Katswiri struggle to finish what Leepo started, Dekion finds it much easier to simply continue slashing at the runes - and more effective! He still notes that his strike doesn't seem to do as much damage as it should, but at least it does something.
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Round 2/Round 3

Marcus
Scritch (7 nonlethal)
Dekion (1 nonlethal)
Arbiscar (7 nonlethal)
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Living Runes (-17)
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Katswiri (1 nonlethal)
Leepo
Esh (1 nonlethal)

Active Conditions: None

Marcus and Arbiscar are UP!

With his last shot was at least somewhat effective against the runes, Marcus fires again, hoping for more success.

longbow + PBS + BS + FS +DA - cover: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 1 + 0 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 4 + 1 + 0 - 1 - 4 = 23 for 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 8

5' step, bullseye shot as a move action, standard shot.

"Ah! Damned writing." Arbiscar tries to protect his left arm as it is burn by the magic "I do now understand what master Thedon meant when telling me my reluctance to study the sacred texts would turn out against me one day"
HP 30/30 (7 NL)

Nevertheless, the dwarf keeps trying on his attempt to decipher the runes and modify them to deactivate the wards.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

★★★OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT★★★

After a loud crack and a ripple of arcane energy, silence falls across the museum as the construct guards freeze in place and haunted relics drop to the ground. Nigel’s voice rings out, magically projected throughout the museum: “We’ve disabled the magical security measures. Since we haven’t found the thieves yet, they must be hiding in my third-story study. Please subdue them; they have much to answer for!”

The clatter of a Pathfinder toppling a clockwork defender garbles some of Nigel Aldain’s announcement, and there are still intermittent sounds of battle throughout the museum. There’s no question that the Society’s efforts have quelled the worst of the trouble, and hopefully that will reassure whoever hides on the third floor.

@Table GMs: You have until October 19 to run Part C on page 14. The “Subdued Defenses” condition on page 16 is in effect.

Marcus shreds a few more of the runes with an arrow shot, leaving the whole mess looking perilously close to collapsing altogether! Arbiscar realizes that he really, really should have studied harder during his training as the complex organism continues to defy his attempts to understand it and shut it down.

Just then, another small group of Pathfinders turn the corner into the garden and take in the sight of your battle. "Here! Help them finish it off!" one of them cries and they rush in, their might combined with yours sufficient to overwhelm the runes. Hundreds of bits of paper gently float down into the grass, dormant - at least for now.

Combat Over!

"We'll finish taking care of this," a halfling dressed in robes says, waving at you. "That Nigel said whoever broke in's somewhere on the third floor, right? Go on ahead and we'll catch up as quick as we can!"
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To Be Continued...

After taking a few moments to mend your wounds, you heed the advice of your fellow agents you quickly make your way back inside the museum and up to the second floor, as other groups of Pathfinders finish the job of taking care of the museum's guardians. As you take the steps up to the second floor you see that gears, glass, and chunks of wax litter the polished wood floor under a sign that proclaims "Scars of the Lich." The corpse of a Kellid warrior lies in a pool of blood, her furs soaked through.

You continue onward, up a set of spiraling stairs that must lead to Nigel Aldain's study. The mahogany walls and domed, plaster ceiling both show signs of heavy damage. Most of the luxurious furniture and the crystal chandelier are intact. The contents of cabinets and bookcases lie strewn about the floor. A small wooden panel near the door hangs open, revealing an arcane sigil covered in scorch marks.

A Kellid woman dressed in furs with intricate scars all over her body steps forward. She holds a hand up and says, "Stay back. We are members of the Twinhorn following, and we have only come to retrieve what was stolen from us."

A towering figure steps forward; his translucent red form is that of a man clad in heavy armor and wielding twin warhammers. "Medda, they must be in league with the thieves; they should die for crossing us." The man’s voice sounds hollow and unnaturally loud, and as he speaks, the chandelier glows with a dull light. The woman, Medda, puts a hand on the figure’s arm and says, "Maybe we should give them a chance to explain themselves, Anok."
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Please see Slide #5!

Marcus keeps his bow trained on the barbarians watching for them to make a move. "Stolen? This is a museum. I admit I do not know much of this museum and how it acquires things. But are accusing them of outright theft? And why are we to believe a necromancer and her undead minion? I assume you have proof?"

"Necromancer? Undead minion!?" the translucent figure roars in anger. "I’m a phantom, not a ghost or a necromancer's meat puppet! I am Anok, and I protect the guardian of Ivvora’s hilt, Medda!"

The Kellid woman - Medda, you presume - tightens her grip on Anok's arm. "Stay your anger, Anok! They know not what they speak of but they also have the right to answers - they do not seem to be in league with these Blakros."

Turning her gaze back to the group, she elaborates. "These Blakros people stole our most precious heirloom." Medda retrieves a bundle of bloody bandages, then unwraps it to reveal a dagger hilt with only the fragment of a black blade. "It belonged to Ivvora, a champion of Vildeis who vanquished the great black evil from our land over 900 years ago. We kept it safe until the Blakros agents stole it three months ago."

Anok chimes in in his deep, booming and hollow voice, "As for your proof, they came into our camp asking about Ivvora. Medda gave them shelter and told Ivvora’s story, but we would not part with the hilt. The next morning the hilt and the Blakros agents were gone. We tracked it here, to this building."

Esh displays a sad face. He nods and steps forward showing that both his hands are empty to Medda and Anok.

"My name is Esh. Pardon the brash tone of my friend here but please do understand we have a hard time understanding who you are." says the Ganzi, pondering what words to use and wondering if the woman deceived the party.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"First of all, I want to thank you for honesty. We come not as enemies and your will to talk first shows that you're not lying. We were asked to find 'thieves' in this place. However, with your explanation, it seems rightful to think that the thieves are others than we imagined." he says with a grin.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 ooooooh!

"I knew some of this stuff must have been stolen!"

Assuming that diplomacy check will do the trick...

Dekion pauses when he sees the interesting duo and lets the more eloquent of the group do the talking. He stands ready to attack to defend the group.

"We are not here to judge if these dagger was stolen or not" reminds Arbiscar "We were just send to make accomplish the right of the Blackros museum to safety. This is a private building and you have no rights to enter here and make everything into chaos"

The dwarf nods to Anok and Medda "You might be right these are the product of thievery and you are the legal proprietor of the piece. So I suggest you just move your claim to either Absalom or Ivvora's courts for them to resolve"

"Claiming the dagger by yourself will just cause more trouble on the real property of the item and breaking Absalom rules in the way will just place yourself in a terrible situation" the dwarf places his Earthbreaker solidly on the floor "I demand you resign in your behavior and channel your most probably rightful claim through the existent laws to resolve this cases without breaking more rules and forcing violence"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Arbiscar makes visible his Abadar Golden Key, symbol of justice.

Katswiri watches the exchange carefully, eyes narrowing in concentration as her glasses transform the subtle lip movements of the group into magically inspired understanding. "Equally important, are you responsible for all of...this?" Katswiri waves her hand around, gesturing down the stairs. "The museum is in quite a state. I'm honestly impressed with whoever managed to so expertly twist the defenses against each other. Is this all your doing, or did you simply take advantage of the disturbance?" Katswiri smiles reassuringly at the woman and her spirit companion. "From what you've said, if this is the cause of all this trouble we should be able to get this sorted out. Certainly, you have the rights to your own historical artifacts, and if the item was stolen from you it should return to where it belongs."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

As he studies the pair, the proud woman and her ghostly companion, Esh doesn't sense any attempt at falsehood. On the contrary he realizes that they both seem suspicious of the group's intentions, though Medda clearly wishes to avoid a fight.

She listens to your words and as she does, her demeanor seems to shift. "To answer your first question, we are from the northern lands—the Realm of the Mammoth Lords to you southerners. Our following, or tribe, has been searching for our stolen heritage for months as I have said. As for myself-"

Anok steps forward defensively and proudly announces, "She is the guardian of Ivvora’s hilt, passed from keeper to keeper for generations—or for her, from parent to child. She is the first evening’s daughter in decades," he boasts, earning him a withering look from Medda before he adds, "And it is she who can sense and wield the hilt’s power properly."

Medda shoots Anok a scolding glare before explaining. "An evening’s child is one who realizes and expresses their true identity later in life. I am an evening’s daughter because when I was born, my tribe mistook me for a male child. My connection to our ancestral spirits has helped me transform in body, not just soul. As you are strangers, I would rather leave it at that."

Anok pales to a rosy hue before muttering an apology. "I misspoke, Medda. I forget that few are as open as I am about one’s past lives."

"Past lives? Are you a ghost? You look like a ghost."

Scritch flaps idly by behind Leepo, nodding his head in agreement.

Anok sighs and begins speaking as if addressing a small child. "Phantom. Phan-tom. Not a ghost. Not a zombie. Phantom. I protect Medda, I do not wander aimlessly in torment over business unfinished nor do I wail with rage at the living!"

"I also have it on good authority that he doesn't eat brains, either," Medda adds, corners of her mouth twitching as though she might smile.
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Not ignoring your particular point Arbsicar, just letting the conversation flow a tad longer before we get to it :)

After his first exchange with the barbarians didn't go so well, Marcus wises up and lets the other do the talking. With the conversation going better than he expected, he lowers his aiming towards the floor.

Wanted to inject my 7 charisma and -2 diplomacy into the conversation, but now the wisdom will take over and I'll shut up.

Esh's eyes sparkle. "OOOh! Was it you that provoked this incredible and almost elemental chaos down here?"

"When the metal men attacked us, Ivvora’s spirit called through the hilt to her allies’ armaments. She protects us, even now," Anok responds.

"To answer your words, Master Dwarf, we did attempt a more peaceful solution at first," Medda explains. "We simply approached that Nigel man and asked him to return the dagger to us. He refused. He said he did not honor ‘seller’s remorse. But after speaking with you I believe that your intentions are pure and perhaps with your aid we may be able to convince him to see reason and return the dagger to us. We will leave here peacefully with you if you will aid us in this."

She nods to the two Twinhorn bowmen who had been standing nearby and they begin to gather their things as if to depart. They've only just begun when the chandelier hanging above suddenly creaks and then come crashing to the ground below!

Medda Reflex: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Anok Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Both Medda and Anok react just in time to dive out of the way of the chandelier as it shatters where they stood just moments ago. The acrid smell of brimstone fills the room as an enormous humanoid-looking creature appears, wielding a vicious, saw-toothed glaive. Below its toothy maw writhes a hideous, twitching beard. "I am free! Servants of the elf, you will pay for my imprisonment!" it bellows as it hefts it's glaive.

Taking advantage of its unexpected and unusual appearance into the room, the creature takes a step to the right and swings its mighty glaive - once, twice - at the fearsome Anok!

Glaive vs. Anok: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Glaive vs. Anok: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

The first hit strikes a mighty blow to the phantom but the second strike thankfully misses! The creature scowls, clearly put out that he wasn't able to fell his target. "You do not bleed...why do you not bleed!?"
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Round 1

???
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar
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Anok (-10)
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Esh
Scritch
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Archers
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Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Leepo, Dekion, Marcus and Arbiscar are UP!

Knowledge: Planes: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Special Attacks, Resistances, Spell Like Abilities please!

"Now, who is this? What has him to do with this business" the dwarf does react fast though and jumps forward brandishing his silver hammer in the air "I do not care, you are clearly an evilness out of this world and you will pay for this chaos!"
+1 silver earthbreaker-PA: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 1 = 24
Silver/Bludgeoning damage+PA: 2d6 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 5 + 3 = 12

Katswiri realizes with some horror that this is a bearded devil, once imprisoned within the chandelier somehow but likely now free due to the wards on the museum being compromised. She knows that they're resistant to magic (SR 16) as well as acid and cold (Resist 10 on each). The most effective weapons to use against them are weapons of good or weapons of silver, or both (DR 5/good or silver).

She also knows that they have a variety of tricks up their sleeves. They can teleport themselves across vast distances on whatever plane they happen to be on, purely at will. Even more worrisome, they can also summon reinforcements to aid them though this power is limited and can only be used sparingly. And if the glaive and vicious claws weren't enough even its hideous beard can serve as a weapon in close-quarters combat, potentially inflicting its target with a potent disease known as devil chills.

Luckily for the party but perhaps unluckily for the devil, Arbiscar's weapon is just right tool for this job! The dwarf maneuvers around to avoid the devil's reach and steps up next to him. His mighty earthbreaker glimmers in the light as he swings it around and connects against the devil's side with a meaty *THWACK*!
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Round 1

Bearded Devil (-12)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar
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Anok (-10)
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Esh
Scritch
======
Archers
======
Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Leepo, Dekion, and Marcus are UP!
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I made the results of Katswiri's roll public *because* I generally assume that the results of knowledge checks in combat are shared with others unless there's something in effect that would hamper communication. That being said, I still encourage and appreciate IC posts to pass information along as well :)

Hearing from Katwiri that silver is the right weapon to use, Marcus steps to the right, grabbing a silver arrow from his quiver. A devil! I wonder if this is some kind of Chelaxian plot. Taking careful aim for center mass, he lets the arrow fly at the devil, recalling stories of the horrors such beasts did in the defense of their masters in Korvosa.

longbow + PBS + BS + FS + DA + Silver: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 1 + 0 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 4 + 1 + 0 - 1 = 27 for 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 7

"Where is your master, devil? Who sent you!?"

As Marcus' silver arrow strikes the devil in the shoulder, he hisses with anger and pain and turns his gaze upon the archer.

"I will cleave you in two - *after* I finish with the dwarf!"
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Round 1

Bearded Devil (-19)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar
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Anok (-10)
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Esh
Scritch
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Archers
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Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Leepo and Dekion are UP!
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As a FYI, our time to finish this part is rapidly coming to an end so I might start botting people sooner rather than waiting ~24hr since their turn was announced like I have been doing.

Knowledge: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

I would like to know resistances and special defenses, but I won't wait for it since we are pressed for time.

Leepo throws a bomb at the creature, excluding any friendlies.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 = 25
Acid Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 = 8

You know from what Katswiri said that the devil is likely resistant to acid, so if you'd prefer to do something else then you may! I'll also give you a different choice on one of your knowledge tidbits since Kats asked about resistances already :)
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Leepo remembers one tidbit about bearded devils that makes her worry slightly less - they have no means of regeneration or self-healing and they aren't especially evasive.

No regeneration, fast healing or evasion re: special defenses.

I don't know how I missed that! In that case, change the bomb from acid to fire, and instead of resistances, lets do AC.

Leepo also remembers that bearded devils are reasonably challenging to strike with attacks but the more martially-inclined people in the group seem to be doing good so far!

AC 19, T 12, FF 17

Feeling confident, Leepo takes aim with her fire bomb and heaves! It strikes the devil with a satisfying explosion...to absolutely no effect.

"Bwahaha! You will have to do better than that, little gnat!" the devil chortles.

While the devil laughs, Anok steps forward and slashes at him with a ghostly-looking sword! "You will not be laughing long, fiend!" he cries.

Slam vs. Devil: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Slam vs. Devil: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Unfortunately, neither strike manages to connect.
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Round 1

Bearded Devil (-19)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar
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Anok (-10)
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Esh
Scritch
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Archers
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Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Dekion, Esh, and Scritch are UP!
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I'll go ahead and move things forward a bit :)

Scritch moves around to get behind the devil. Knowing he can't do much to it, he at least tries to prove a distraction to give others flanking if they need it.

Full defense

Hearing the information about silver and devils, Esh slide to his left while unsheating an alchemical silver rapier and puts himself in flanking position with Abriscar. He focuses his hypnotic gaze on the devil and triggers it to inflict it mental pain!

Alchemical Rapier: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21
for Piercing: 1d6 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 1 = 6
and Pain: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Dekion starts to relax as cooler heads prevail and is getting ready to head back down the stairs when the chandelier comes crashing down, freeing the devil.

"Oh great, now what?" he thinks as his companions identify the creature and give the group some information about it. "Well, that's not good. I really have to get to a weapon smith soon to upgrade my equipment," he thinks as he strides forward to help as best he can.No silver or good weapons so I decreased damage by DR5.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 - 2 = 28
Damage (PA): 1d8 + 6 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 - 5 = 7

Power Attack(Crit confirm): 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 - 2 = 23
Damage (PA): 1d8 + 6 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 4 - 5 = 10

While Scritch bravely approaches the devil to provide a distraction, both Esh and Dekion lay into the devil with their weapons! Esh's rapier packs a dual sting as the silver bites and the sudden mental pain actually causes the devil to stagger for a moment. And while Dekion does not wield a silver blade he makes up for it with a devastating slice along the devil's side!

The two Twinhorn archers take a step away from the melee and raise their bows to fire on the fiend!

Twinhorn #1 vs. Devil (Longbow; Precise Shot, PB Shot): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Twinhorn #2 vs. Devil (Longbow; Precise Shot, PB Shot): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

One of the archers misses completely but the second manages to land a hit, though it doesn't look like it did very much damage.

Meanwhile, Medda quickly casts a spell and moves for cover. "Just a little more, brave ones! My magic will aid you!"

Round 1

Bearded Devil (-44)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar
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Anok (-10)
======
Esh
Scritch
======
Archers
======
Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Katswiri is UP!

Katswiri rushes forward, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the devil. "It's a Bearded Devil! Hit it with silver or holy weapons, its resistant to magic, acid and cold! Don't let it summon allies!" As she shouts, Katswiri gestures with her free hand, energy flowing outward to shield Arbiscar.

Move action: Move
Standard action: Cast Protection from Evil on Arbiscar: +2 Deflection bonus to AC/+2 Resist to saves vs. evil sources, immunity to effects that possess or exercise mental control from evil sources, and prevents bodily contact from evil summoned creatures.

Dekion -you don't have to apply -5 to the crit damage since it is part of the same attack.

Katswiri steps forward and helps to shield Arbiscar from evil forces. Good thing, too, because the devil quickly steps behind Dekion before turning his fury on the dwarf that had the gall to strike him with silver!

Arbiscar gains +2 AC from Prot. Evil and +4 cover AC from Dekion.

Glaive vs. Arbiscar: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Glaive vs. Arbiscar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Hold still, abominable dwarf!" he seethes in frustration as he finds himself unable to land a blow against the armored dwarf.
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Round 2

Bearded Devil (-53)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar (Prot. vs Evil)
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Anok (-10)
======
Esh
Scritch
======
Archers
======
Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Leepo, Dekion, Marcus, and Arbiscar are UP!
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I'm glad you said something Leepo because I didn't catch the subtracted damage on Dekion's attacks! Leepo is right, you wouldn't subtract from the crit damage since it's all part of the same strike. Devil's HP total adjusted to the correct value now :)

"Seeing as my bombs are no good, let me try something else."

Leepo casts Grease on the glaive. DC 14

Leepo decides to try a different tactic, conjuring a thick, slick coating of grease over the devil's glaive - and it works! The devil's jaw drops open in a perfect 'O' of surprise as he suddenly loses his grip on his weapon and it drops to the ground at his feet.

"Hah! Clever trick, puny gnome," the devil responds as he regains his composure. "Luckily I don't...what's the phrase you mortals use?...put all of my eggs into one basket," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he flexes his sharp claws.
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Round 2

Bearded Devil (-53)
Leepo
Dekion
Marcus
Arbiscar (Prot. vs Evil)
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Anok (-10)
======
Esh
Scritch
======
Archers
======
Medda
Katswiri

Active Conditions: None

Dekion, Marcus, and Arbiscar are UP!

Satisfied that his normal weapon was able to damage the devil, Dekion maneuvers to the side of it to give others room to attack and swings his sword again.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 10 - 2 = 24
Damage (PA): 1d8 + 6 + 4 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 4 - 5 = 11

As Dekion turns and swings his sword yet again, the devil's wicked grin suddenly changes to a look of shock as the brave warrior's sword slices a gash into his abdomen - not especially deeply, but deeply enough. The devil drops to his knees, cursing in an unknown tongue before his form simply fades from sight!

Combat Over!
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"Well done," Medda breathes as she and her followers relax, the two archers slowly lowering their bows. "Brave warriors, I thank you for your aid - I am not certain that the four of us could have bested such a creature on our own," she says as she offers a bow of respect to the group. "And now I see that we have something in common with each of you - a shared hatred of evil." As she speaks, Medda regards you all with a look of utmost respect.

"And a keen fashion sense! Where did you get that fur?"

Arbiscar balances his earthbreaker resting its head over the floor "Thanks Katswiri, I feel your magics protected me against those evil claws" the dwarf then taps his weapon pleased by its usefulness in the combat.

The Abadar serve kneels in front of the devil and registers it "How do you think it was? Is there more of this in the lamp? We perhaps should take it to the Lodge Masters to examine it"

Arbiscar makes a check himself, using detect magic.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Esh sheathes his rapier nodding towards Medda and Anok. He grins widely.

"Yes, and that's becauuuuse. *drumroll* WE ARE PAAAAAATH-*more drumroll*-FINDEEEEEEERS!" he shouts, opening his arms wide and taking a "hero pose".