RoW: Let's Thaw the Frozen Stars! (Inactive)

Game Master Daxter

Kalt nods at Sven's plan, turning the other direction to attempt to meet his longtime battle companion on the other side of their foe. Careful to keep his eyes on the rubble-strewn ground at his feet, he advances on the nymph.

Averting gaze. Double moving.

Fort save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

The two warriors close in on twisted fey; she merely smiles as they approach and beckons them closer with one blood soaked hand.

Lana, Ankih, Avora, Shanya are up!
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg)
Kalt (7 dmg, "closed eyes")
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg, "closed eyes")
Sven (7 dmg, saved vs. blind)
Greta(7 dmg, blind)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace)
Nymph (6 pts)

low bad for Sven: 1d100 ⇒ 67
I double checked on the blinding ability, and it does require additional saves, even if you've made it. Words hurt, looks... blind?

GM casts summon players. 1d3 ⇒ 1 players appear and...

Sorry about slacking off again!

Round 2: Actions
Free Action: Close my eyes
Double Move Action: Advance on the nymph

Shanya squeezes her eyes shut and follows after Kalt.

This is perhaps the stupidest idea I've had in a long time.

Lana narrows her eyes and reaches out to the energy core of the world, her hands grasping at it as if at bedsheets, preparing to draw upon it... soon... not yet... Ready to cast a spell if she does.

Avora, keeping her eyes averted from the nymph, looks instead at the ground beneath her feet. Her mind races, calculating distances. Then, she steps out from behind the menhir and chances a glance up.

Fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

The range fixed in her mind, she closes her eyes again and casts a flame strike just behind the fey creature, so that it encompasses the nymph, but not her allies.

Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 4, 2, 6, 5, 2, 2) = 29 (half fire, half-divine)

The she wolf turns to sight and scent to track her prey. She staggers towards the sounds; coming close, she pauses and unleashes the frost of her breath. In her blindness, though, she catches Kalt in the blast as well. cold, 17 halves: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 6, 3, 4) = 26 rounds to recharge: 1d4 ⇒ 4

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17.

Ankih unleashes a salvo of magic missiles at the twisted fey, wisely choosing to keep his distance.

Kyrisjana moves with the grace of they fey, dodging the greater effects of the holy fire and ice called upon her. She seems to eschew her twisted magic for the moment; instead, she lashes out at those nearby with bloody claws. The elongated, wicked fingernails rip bloody gashes in both Sven and Greta, and the nymph hisses with joy through her sharpened teeth as the claws tear flesh once more today. From the wounds, blood flows freely while the skin or fur surrounding the wounds whitens and withers.

Sven: DC 22 fort or take 1d6 ⇒ 6 charisma damage; also, 4 physical damage and 4 bleed

Lana's ready did not go off

Party is up!
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg)
Kalt (7 dmg, "closed eyes") (save needed for frost)
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg)
Sven (11 dmg, 4 bleed, possibly Cha damage)
Greta(13 dmg, blind, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace)
Nymph (41 pts)

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 Half damage = 13, minus resist cold 2 = 11 damage from Greta's cold attack

Kalt luckily manages to step out of much of Greta's icy blast, though he warns her, "Be careful with that! It's no help in this fight if you take me down!"

He then takes a step away from Greta and Sven, keeping his eyes closed, and swings hard at the bloody nymph.

Cold Iron Longsword, Power Attack, flank: 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 12 - 3 + 2 = 26
Cold Iron Longsword damage, Power Attack, lead blades: 2d6 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 + 9 = 20
Miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 20
Miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 94

Cold Iron Longsword, Power Attack, iterative, flank: 1d20 + 6 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 3 + 2 = 14
Cold Iron Longsword damage, Power Attack, lead blades: 2d6 + 6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 5) + 6 + 9 = 24
Miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Miss chance, high is good: 1d100 ⇒ 12

Gods, she still stands! Even after a blast of divine fire, the she-wolf's attack, and the blades of our warriors, she still stands!

She starts to bring to mind another spell, then pauses.

Patience. Let's see if the boys can bring her down.

Delay.

Ouch!

Sven cries out in pain as the dark fey’s claws rend his hide.

Fort: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Bah… I’ll blow my last hero point to make the save.

The big ulfen grits his teeth against the pain from the heavily bleeding wound. He continues to block his view of the nymph, only stepping in to slash when an opening presents itself.

Averting Gaze: 1d100 ⇒ 7
Fort vs Gaze: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

Primary (flank): 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 2 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 = 18
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 59

Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 2 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 4 = 16
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 45

Sven lands a solid blow - but when he does, his axe head almost rings. It is as if he assaulted a wall of stone for all the good his weapon does, inducing only the slightest cut on the nymphs skin. The blood continues to flow from the wound in the warriors chest, spreading across and staining his shirt.

Kalt's cold iron weapon, meanwhile, slices through the magical defenses easily. The creatures hisses with vile hatred after the blade wounds her arm, and blood starts to flow down her arms. She easily avoids the second attack, ducking under the blade and screaming at the warrior.
"The others I would have let live for a little while, but you pale one: you die now" she threatens in accented common.

Lana, Ankih and Shanya are up!
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg)
Kalt (18 dmg, "closed eyes")
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg) (Delay)
Sven (11 dmg, 4 bleed, possibly Cha damage)
Greta(13 dmg, blind, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace)
Nymph (64 pts)

Lana goes ahead and summons the ethereal flames. Cast flaming sphere; fifth level 1 spell today.

Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 1) = 9
Reflex DC 16 negates.

Round 3: Actions
Move Action: Move closer to Nymph
Standard Action: Stab at her with my eyes closed

Shanya stumbles closer, with her eyes still closed, and stabs blindly...

Attack (Cat's Grace): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22
Damage?: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Concealment?: 1d100 ⇒ 52

The nimble fey easily leaps over the ball of fire placed at her feet - the magic instead only causes a few of the blood-soaked leaves to catch fire.

Shanya, despite her blindness, stumbles forward and manages to firmly plant her cold-iron blade into the arm of the fey, who hisses in displeasure at the minor wound - although it would seem most of her hatred is currently reserved for Kalt.

The winter wolf has a similar streak of luck as she thrashes about blindly biting - and though her teeth barely wound the twisted fey, she uses her great bulk to pull the creature to the ground. Blood from the previous wounds continues to soak Greta's white coat.

Would Avora like to come out of delay before the nymph acts?

Avora is in delay, Ankih is up!
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg) (Delay)
Kalt (18 dmg, "closed eyes")
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg) (Delay)
Sven (11 dmg, 4 bleed, averted eyes)
Greta (17 dmg, blind, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace)
Nymph (30 dmg., prone)

Avora steps out from her hiding place to stab at the fallen fey.

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Avora vs. Nymph: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Damage (spear): 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The fey hisses from the ground, curling up in a a tight ball for a moment as she unleashes a wave of magic. Bloodied and surrounded as she, Kyrisjana cannot find the force of will to marshal her magics.

"Troublesome mortals, difficult mortals." Kyrisjana hisses with bloody lips as she rises. "And they stink of Her - they stink of Baba Yaga, she who bound us! Maybe theirs is the blood that can free us!" She begins to circle again, poised to swing her blood soaked claws once again. 5' step

She did provoke as she stood up, although if you aren't actually looking at her you won't be able to take the AoO

Party up!
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg) (Delay)
Kalt (18 dmg, "closed eyes")
Sven (11 dmg, 4 bleed, averted eyes)
Greta (17 dmg, blind, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace, "closed eyes")
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg)
Nymph (78 dmg.)

Round 4: Actions
No Action: 5-foot step closer to the nymph
Full-Round Action: Stab stab stab!

"Troublesome mortals, difficult mortals." Kyrisjana hisses with bloody lips as she rises. "And they stink of Her - they stink of Baba Yaga, she who bound us! Maybe theirs is the blood that can free us!"

Shanya takes a cautious step forward, her eyes still closed. "Well, you're not quite wrong."

She takes a couple of blind stabs at the nymph...

Blind Attack (Cat's Grace): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22
Damage?: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Concealment?: 1d100 ⇒ 77

Blind Attack 2 (Cat's Grace): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Damage?: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Concealment?: 1d100 ⇒ 2

AoO (prone, flank): 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 2 + 2 + 4 = 19 Bah!
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 4 = 12
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 67

Averting Gaze: 1d100 ⇒ 47 Bah!!
Fort vs Gaze: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

Sven chops at the blood-soaked fey as she scrambles to her feet but partially loses his grip on his weapon mid-swing. As she steps away he follows after her pressing the attack.

Delaying until Kalt steps back into the flank.

Primary (flank): 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 - 2 + 2 = 30
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 4 = 17
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 12 Bah!!!

Iterative: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 2 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 4 = 17
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 85

Kalt takes a step to his right, moving as well as he can with his eyes closed. He then lashes out again with his cold iron blade, hoping to end the cursed nymph's threat to his companions.

5-foot step, full attack.

Cold Iron Longsword, Power Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 12 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 - 3 + 2 = 24
Cold Iron Longsword damage, Power Attack, Lead Blades: 2d6 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (1, 6) + 7 + 9 = 23
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 99
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 98

Cold Iron Longsword, Power Attack, Flank, iterative: 1d20 + 7 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 3 + 2 = 16
Cold Iron Longsword damage, Power Attack, Lead Blades: 2d6 + 7 + 9 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 + 9 = 23
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 32
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 36

The nymph nimbly Shanya's dagger, Sven's axe, and even Lana's holy flames again, but the distraction allows Kalt to sink his blade into nymph's midsection. She staggers back and grabs her belly, screaming. "No... no more mortals!"

Took the liberty of pre-rolling the nymphs reflex vs. flaming sphere.
Lana, Ankih, Greta, Avora
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg) (Delay)
Kalt (18 dmg, "closed eyes")
Sven (11 dmg, 4 bleed, averted eyes)
Greta (17 dmg, blind, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace, "closed eyes")
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg)
Nymph (101 dmg.)

1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34

Well, with lack of response and on account of her only having one hitpoint left, I'll move this along.

The thrust of Avora's spear and the power of Lana's magic quickly finishes the twisted nymph. The creature's body does not fall to the ground so much as wilt away as the life leaves it. The blackened body shrivels up like the dried leaves the blow about the room.

The room emanates a strong magic - divination in fact - that tingles at the edges of the senses with the gift for sorcery and magicking although the precise nature is hard to divine.

Choices at this point include two exits North, Southeast (two rooms plus an exit), South (one room and an exit). Of course, if you feel so inclined you can always rest as well.

Avora wipes her brow. "That was less than fun," she says.

Shanya tentatively opens her eyes, and when her sight doesn't immediately go dark, she shakes her head. "She was a demon-corrupted fey, but she surrendered. Not sure how to feel about killing her."

She then turns to Greta and gently takes her face in her hands. "Greta, stay calm. We'll get your sight back--I think we have the magic to do it."

She then looks over at Varka. "You don't sound surprised that we killed her."

Sven touches the wound in his side to stop the bleeding before resting his hand on Greta's flank comfortingly. "She's going to be fine."

LoH: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 5) = 10

"We'll have your vision restored on the morrow. Can you follow us by our scents in the meantime?"

Kalt breathes a sigh of relief when the nymph no longer threatens them, turning to look at Shanya now that he can open his eyes. "I'm not sure whether she was surrendering or not, Shanya, but I have a hard time believing we could trust any surrender offer she made. And I'm not sure how we'd question her, or even free her, if she could blind us at any moment. You might be right, but I feel the world's a better place without her."

He then asks Lana to patch him up a little, while discussing their next steps. "Lana, I took a bit of a hit there, would you mind healing me before we run into another monstrosity in this place?"

I vote for the room in the center in the south side, where I've moved Rango's big red arrow.

Oops, some of the wrong stuff got spoilered in my last post. Dang. repeating below here.

Varka pokes her head around the corner and exclaims in surprise.

(Iobarian)"You killed a nymph! That is... unbelievable. Good, good! Less servants for Jadrenka"

Other then the powerful magic pervading the room, there appears little else of interest here. Greta paces in a circle, whining and growling before coming to heel besides Sven. She leans against him for support.

Lana and Shanya:

The surprise the Iobarian woman displays at the slaying of the nymph feels somehow disingenuous.

Varka looks at Shanya intently for a moment. (Iobarian)"I have no doubt that people of your blood and talent are skilled warriors. It is only... a nymph is very dangerous when provoked, but your magic and your blades fell her quickly where giants could not. I am impressed."

Greta whines and growls, pacing angrily. (Skald)"Damn the firstborn, damn you humans, damn Baba Yaga. I came with you because you are my pack now. I came because you are the hunter that I want beside me chasing the weak elk and the slow gnome. But this is no hunt, this is... crawling around like a kobold or dwarf." The winter worg breathes out an ice-cold sign and hangs her head defeated. "Of course I can follow you, Sven Wolkskin. And I will wait for this magic while I live in the dark."

Skald: "If being blind makes you a dwarf, you're the most fearsome one on Golarion", the big man says in an effort to balm Greta's wounded pride. "And if any more firstborn try to take advantage of you in this state, I've got no doubt your fangs still work just fine. Now come on, this complex is enormous. There's still a lot more ground to cover."

We go the direction Kalt said.

Anyone have any idea how much Kalt is down?

Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg)
Kalt (18 dmg)
Sven (1 dmg)
Greta (17 dmg, 1 Cha damage, 4 bleed)
Shanya (7 dmg)
Avora Teremocles (7 dmg)

CMW for Kalt: 2d8 + 8 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5) + 8 + 1 + 4 = 21
First level 2 spell today.
CMW for Greta: 2d8 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 + 1 = 15
Second level 2 spell today.

Circling back around through the labyrinth, the group wanders into a narrow, rectangular chamber filled with the overwhelming stink of urine. The walls and floor are haphazardly covered with countless lines of jagged runes. Two short flights of stairs climb to small platforms at either end of the chamber.

The source of room's defacement is readily apparent - four loathsome creatures with ape-like upper body, demonic horns, cloven hooves and fur the color of bone and snow. From the previous battle in the night at the centaur's camp, the creatures are easily recognizable as andrazku demons - "misogyny demons". The creatures hoot and howl with abandon, wine flasks in their clawed hands and madness in their eyes. In their abandon, they seem unaware of the heroes as as they creep up to the door.

You recall from your earlier battle these creatures are resistant to all but good and cold iron, may grow larger via magic. As servants of Kostchtchie the Unpronounceable, they are creatures of cold, chaos and evil. They can easily move along walls as well as floors, grow large via magic, have wicked claws and breath weapons (cold) as well.

Surprise round. Everyone may take an action, and then Shanya, Kalt, and Lana may act again. Greta will be hiding in a corner and pouting. She'll keep Varka company I suppose.

Shanya (7 dmg, cat's grace)
Kalt ()
Lana Shahakh (7 dmg)
Andrazku
Ankih Tohep (7 dmg)
Sven (11 dmg)
Avora Teremocles

Actually, this is a fight that doesn't really contribute to the story, and I'm inclined to handwave it. These guys aren't precisely pushovers, but they aren't so tough either. Mark a few healing spells used and call it good?

I think that's a fine idea, Rango. I was looking at the layout of this place the other day and wondering about the dead-end rooms with fights in them, and what they added to the tale.

There's some backstories wrapped up in here that are hard to tickle out given the default creature reaction (attack!). Classic dungeon syndrome... I'll try and tinker with the next such encounter to increase player satisfaction.

I hope that didn't sound like I'm dissatisfied, that was not my intent. I just meant the map layout, while interesting to look at, doesn't really have a logical progression, like anteroom-guard chamber-hallway-wizard's lab or whatever, at least not that I can make out.

Sven kicks one of the slain ape-like demons once more for good measure.

"I hate those things", the big ulfen says while wiping the blade of his axe free of demon blood and greasy fur.

Onward! I'll mark off another LoH.

I'll mark off a channel.

Avora would likely have called upon her extended flaming sphere during the battle, so consider it used.

The group makes short work of the reveling demons in a short but tense battle. True to their twisted nature, the two demons that survive the hero's initial assault ignore tactics in favor of attacking the women among the heroes - an obsession which only serves to hasten their demise.

Searching the place after the battle, it becomes abundantly clear that this area has served as a campground of sorts for giants and demons. A giant sized chain shirt and axe sit in one corner, along with a pair of finely crafted giant-sized bracers. 700 gp

A locked chest sits in the corner; unsurprisingly, the group finds this supply chest trapped. Next to the chest sits a (giant-sized) portable ram, no doubt used by the giants to find egress into the dungeons of Artrosa.

Assuming you loop back around to finish the two rooms in the Southeast of this map.

No doubt with caution and thoroughness on their minds, the six heroes ignore the door to the south (which glows faintly with conjuration magic) and circle around to the central hallway. The next room they come upon gives pause - beyond a stone arch lies an impossible expanse of broad meadow in bright daylight, filled with swaying wildflowers.

Standing in the center of the room is a young, comely black-haired woman in a handmade leather dress wearing a necklace of crow-feathers and dangling beads from her hair - but the softness of her features all mark her as barely into her maidenhood. The woman drapes her arms across the back of an ox, looking with wide eyed wonder at the group as they pass through the arch.

Her voice is a gentle, hesitating soprano as she speaks. "Oh my! So many strangers these days." She laughs gaily. "And none invited. I am called Jadrenka, and you should probably explain to me who you are, and why you are going around killing the inhabitants of Artrosa." She catches sight of Varka lingering in the shadows behind the group and scowls. "And perhaps why you are keeping such questionable company.".

Those of you trained in arcana quickly realize that she speaks using tongues

Varka screams vehemently. (Iobarian)"Don't listen to the witch! Her words will poison your mind - strike now, before she can use her magic."

I'm going to leave the business with the chest Kalt.

Even though Artrosa had been filled with all sorts of strange and wondrous things, the idyllic meadow and its comely inhabitant still surprises Sven when the party enters the chamber. The big man can't help but grin at the sight of her while he holds up a hand for the rest of the party to stay their weapons and spells. "We're not with the giants or their demonic pets that came through here recently if that's what you're thinking", he explains. "The truth is we don't have much interest in Artrosa or its inhabitants. We're just here for a trinket, or trinkets perhaps, needed for tracking down Baba Yaga. What do you say Jadrenka? Can we help each other out?"

Right, the chest thing. Here goes:

Kalt and Shanya both notice the traps on the chest. Curious to know what’s inside, Kalt draws his adamantine blade and considers the best angle of approach. Glancing up, he notices Shanya giving him a skeptical look and he asks, ”What?” At her raised eyebrow, he says, ”Oh, yeah, you might have a safer way to do this, huh? Be my guest.” Sheathing the longsword, he gestures for Shanya to step up and get the chest open.

Jadrenka’s place:

As Sven engages the witch in conversation, Kalt gets ready for a fight, studying her closely for any signs of weakness that might help him take her down, should it come to that.

Chest

"Thank you, Kalt." Shanya steps forward and starts fiddling with the trap on the chest.

Disable Device vs. Trap *Inspiration!*: 1d20 + 16 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 16 + (6) = 28

It takes a bit of work, but Shanya manages to break the trap on the chest. "There."

Disable Device vs. Locks *Mwk Thieves' Tools*: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 2 = 32

Jadrenka

Shanya shoots Varka a glare that clearly says 'shut up, you fool!' "She can understand you, you know."

She then turns to Jadrenka. "My companion speaks truly--we seek something that will allow us to find Baba Yaga. Apparently, one of her daughters has taken her prisoner and seeks to blanket the world in eternal winter. Unless you're a fan of a world where the sun never shines through the blizzards, I believe an intelligent woman like yourself can see the benefit in aiding us."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Lana turns her gaze on Varka, narrowing her eyes and attempting to see into the other woman's spirit.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Or not. :P

Avora, not good with negotiation, resorts to staring the newcomer down.

Another woman. Great, more competition.

Sven will aid Shanya's check.

Jadrenka laughs nervously. "Baba Yaga's daughters move against her? Such foolishishness!."

She pauses, considering the group. "Wherever Baba Yaga may be, Artrosa is a place sacred to her. The fortress of the Three Who Watch is meant for those who walk the witches path. I cannot let you pass unchallenged. You seek trinkets, but this place is not built for your kin d"

Jadrenka disappears in a flash of light, and the endless flower field fades away. The cow remains, but in the place of a docile cow sits monstrous beast with thick, armored skin.

I'll start a combat tomorrow.

*foolishness. Note to self, don't post when half-asleep

The dull eyes of the magical bovine fall upon the party, it paws the ground and starts lumbering towards the heroes.

Ankih yells quickly. "By the blessed light! A Gorgon... it's gaseous breathe can turn people to stone." He launches a small flaming dot that expands into a mighty fireball.

5d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 4, 2, 5) = 15

Greta once again retreats from the battle, but this time Varka stays! She grasps a symbol hanging beneath her blouse and a duplicate of her appear; seconds later a shimmering field surrounds both.

(Skald)"Simple, it was simple. Just strike her down. No, damnable humans are never useful..." She turns to look at Shanya "And neither are their children!"

The gorgon lets out a noxious green gas that washes over everyone in the hall. DC 21 fortitude or be turned to stone!

Party up!
Ankih Tohep
Varka
Gorgon (7, 2 rds)
Avora Teremocles
Kalt Ìsson
Sven Bjornson
Shanya
Lana Shahakh