Lumi's eyes follow Paemil, and her body posture mimics that of her human. She relaxes and the arch on her back slowly dissipates.
Hand signals flash, drawing her attention. Heel
Her demeanor lifts immediately- actively ignoring Rhiannon. She sidles up next to Paemil, absentmindedly licking her paws and rubbing up against his legs.
"Perhaps someone took the message in the wrong way. This One wonders if someone believed the 'last son' to be the last male child. An easy mistake, if an unfortunate one."
"Perhaps," is all Rhiannon offers in response. Grabbing the reigns of her steed, Zephyr, she makes her way over to the Tullivor mausoleum and peers inside.
The falcon, however, remains at perched in the old tree.
"See, there." Rhiannon notes to any of you that follow. She points to an elaborate, arcane rune that adorns the locked, iron door that presently bars entrance to the tomb. "The door is trapped. You all appear to me to be adventuring types, perhaps one among you has sufficient skill to disable such wards?'
Before the party answers, she glances over at the half-orc and then proposes, "In the alternative, I suppose, we could led the strongest, most durable among you set off the trap, thereby allowing the rest of us to enter the tomb before the trap has the time to reset."
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Polo shrugs and unloads his crossbow and slings over his shoulders. He follows Rhiannon and looks where she pointed.. ...Um...can't see what you're talking about...where'd you say there was a trap? Polo looks again for the trap
Polo looks again for the trap.
Rhiannon points out to him the arcane rune.
Once she does so, Polo expertly uses his tools to cut away a part of the rune, ensuring that the ward will not trigger.
With the trap disabled, the iron door seems to open automatically.
Once the door opens, Rhiannon pushes her way inside.
The mausoleum contains five sarcophagi bearing the names of the Tullivors interred within. Above Laban’s casket, hangs a gleaming tapestry, woven with gold and silver thread. It depicts the Tullivor crest and the family motto: “Never in Shadow.”
"Where is it?" Rhiannon asks, frantically. "Where is the treasure?" She begins to over turn items within the tomb, then starts pushing on the lid of one of the sarcophagi. "It must be here!" she cries, seemingly oblivious to the party members around her, as she madly conducts her search.
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Shruti enters the tomb with the others, their eyes searching the room with interest. Such honors for those who are gone and will never return. Perhaps such respect is needed to ensure the dead stay in their place.
Seeing Tsuk and Rhiannon going about their business with reckless abandon, Shruti raises a hand and extends her senses to find signs of magic within the tomb.
There appears to be nothing of value in the tomb save the ornate tapestry. There are no magic auras detected other than those on the party members and the vial on Rhiannon's belt.
Rhiannon grows visibility more agitated. She looks accusingly at Sirius, "What do you mean, 'beat me to it'? What do you know?"
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As the gates slide open, Paemil watches mournfully the behavior of Rhiannon. As her anger grows, the tension from earlier resets itself on his frame. "The dead need not their material things... but this one shows no concern for the living or the dead.
Paemil steps into the door frame, flanked by Lumi, and positions himself to hold his ground- separating Rhiannon from her mount. His hands gesture commands the the leopard.
"การฆาตกรรมของ คุ้มค่าหรือไม่? คุณรู้สึกว่าได้รับการพิสูจน์และแก้แค้นหรือไม่? มันคืออะไรที่ตอนนี้คุณหวังว่าจะสำเร็จ?"
Was the murder of Northis worth it? Do you feel vindicated and revenged? What is it that now you hope to accomplish?
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Feelo is happy to see that Tsuk has claimed the tapestry, realizing that this is probably the treasure that Ulisha needed them to claim. But this Sarvio woman's reaction to not finding the treasure she was looking for was concerning.
I feel like this is going to come to blows. He looks around for a safe place, and moves over near Paemil and his cat.
"What treasure are you looking for? It clearly was something specific...."
"The chalice! Where is the chalice!" Rhiannon screams as she pushes over the lids of the sarcophagi, seemingly oblivious to the words of those around her. She stops and glares over a Tsuk,"The only thing of value in here seems to be that accursed tapestry."
She places one hand on the hilt of her sword and holds out the other toward the half-orc. "Hand it over to me!" she demands.
Glancing at the door, she notices Paemil barring her way to it. His words to her, now, beginning to register. She draws here blade1
Round One Initiative
Shruti
Zephyr
Tsuk
Feelo
Lumi
Triumph
Paemil
Polo]
Rhiannon
Sirius
Outside of the tomb, the mighty steed of Lady Rhiannon, Zephyr, awaits the return of his mistress. Noting an increase in commotion inside, he stomps his foot in anticipation, but does nothing more without any obvious cause or instruction.
Round One Initiative
Shruti
Zephyr - delaying
Tsuk
Feelo
Lumi
Triumph
Paemil
Polo
Rhiannon
Sirius
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Feelo, having no doubt that this was now going into combat, sends a prayer out again. "Desna, this woman means to betray your loyal servant and companions. Protect me! We wil bring her the justice she deserves!"
This spell wards a creature from attacks by evil creatures, from mental control, and from summoned creatures. It creates a magical barrier around the subject at a distance of 1 foot. The barrier moves with the subject and has three major effects.
First, the subject gains a +2 deflection bonus to AC and a +2 resistance bonus on saves. Both these bonuses apply against attacks made or effects created by evil creatures.
Second, the subject immediately receives another saving throw (if one was allowed to begin with) against any spells or effects that possess or exercise mental control over the creature (including enchantment [charm] effects and enchantment [compulsion] effects, such as charm person, command, and dominate person. This saving throw is made with a +2 morale bonus, using the same DC as the original effect. If successful, such effects are suppressed for the duration of this spell. The effects resume when the duration of this spell expires. While under the effects of this spell, the target is immune to any new attempts to possess or exercise mental control over the target. This spell does not expel a controlling life force (such as a ghost or spellcaster using magic jar), but it does prevent them from controlling the target. This second effect only functions against spells and effects created by evil creatures or objects, subject to GM discretion.
Third, the spell prevents bodily contact by evil summoned creatures. This causes the natural weapon attacks of such creatures to fail and the creatures to recoil if such attacks require touching the warded creature. Summoned creatures that are not evil are immune to this effect. The protection against contact by summoned creatures ends if the warded creature makes an attack against or tries to force the barrier against the blocked creature. Spell resistance can allow a creature to overcome this protection and touch the warded creature.
As the tension mounts, Lumi struggles to determine threat from friend. She turns her attention to Paemil.
Blood soon. Unsure. Defend friend.
True to the nature of his god, the half-orc strikes the elven noble with his sword, the cut is deep. The woman cries out, her painful retort echoes off of the stone walls inside the mausoleum.
Outside of the tomb, Triumph, the watchful hawk is alerted to the fact that there is some disturbance in the tomb. However, unable to see within, it sees only that the humanoids outside the tomb have not moved, so the bird waits for instruction or an indication as to its next action from its mistress.
Round One Initiative Cont'd
Shruti
Zephyr - delaying
Tsuk
Feelo
Lumi
Triumph - delaying
Paemil
Polo
Rhiannon - 8 hp
Sirius
At her human's command, she steps into the room and lunges at the woman.
Now I defend my friend!
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Hearing the fight break out inside the mausoleum Polo curses, Goats milk! and pushes his way in to the crypt. There he sees the mysterious woman fully engaged in melee with his companions..cursing again, blood and bloody ashes! Polo drops his rapier (seeing he will be unable to engage the woman in these tight quarters) and instead draws out his crossbow.....again! I should have just shot this woman when I had the chance earlier! steamed Polo...
Recovering from the large cat's claw tearing into her, Rhiannon quickly considers her situation. She concludes that she is not skilled enough to tumble her way past so many opponents. Likewise, she concludes, she cannot simply fight her way out—not on her own. She decides her best bet is to rely on her companions.
Rhiannon purses her lips and lets out a high pitch whistle. Then, she shouts, “Aiya!”
In response, the hawk, Triumph, flies out of the tree towards Paemil swiping with one of its talons.
The talon rips at the man's face as it had against the deceased man just feet away.
Likewise, Zephyr, the noblewoman’s steed, rears up on its hind legs and attacks with both of its front hooves.
One of the beast's hooves strikes Paemil hard!
“Let me go from here.” Rhiannon yells, her voice echoing off the marble walls of the mausoleum. “And I will instruct my pets not to harm your friend any further. Trap me here or do me futher harm, and they will continue their assault!”
Initiative (Round 1 Cont'd/Round 2 Commenced)
Shruti
Tsuk
Feelo
Lumi
Paemil -5
Polo
Rhiannon - 11 hp
Triump
Zephyr
Sirius
Sirus misses the noblewoman, Shruti readies an attack against her, but Tsuk's blade fells Rhiannon with a single blow.
Rhiannon's body drops to the ground. She is dying, her life-blood pouring over the floor of the tomb of her hated, family rivals.
Initiative (Round 2 Cont'd)
Shruti
Tsuk
Feelo
Lumi
Paemil -5
Polo
Rhiannon - dying
Triump
Zephyr
Sirius
Hearing her master's command, Lumi moves back beside Paemil and in a smooth motion leaps at the Hawk, claws bared.
The horse rears back in pain, the fresh slice on its abdomen having run so deep as to reveal muscle tissue and bone.
Likewise, the hawk, unprepared for the big cat, is nearly brought down in a single swipe. It screeches out in pain and confusion.
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Hearing Polo's remark, Paemil turns to face the halfling- blood spilling from the talon wounds under his eyes. Likewise, his robe slowly turns crimson from the gash suffered to his thigh from the hooved beast.
"Animals here trained, fight to blood and death- Sadness for their hurt. Sadness for my blood."
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Nervous at being trapped inside this small space with so many blades swinging, and no combat ability of his own to speak of, Feelo has been doing all he can to stay in the corner and remain unnoticed and thus untargeted. When he sees Rhiannon go down, he breathes a sigh of relief at the same time as he instinctively reaches out to Desna for aid.
"She's our enemy, but that doesn't mean she has to die. Save her, Desna; we can turn her in and let the town seek justice for her crimes."
Upon casting this spell, you target a living creature that has –1 or fewer hit points. That creature is automatically stabilized and does not lose any further hit points. If the creature later takes damage, it continues dying normally.
The severely injured hawk flies back to its perch among the statuary of the spired mausoleum, apparentl unwilling to risk the remainder of its life force for its mistress. Likewise, the horse, without sight of his rider, backs off—attempting to keep its distance from the party.
Rhiannon, once just moments from death, is now stabilized, though unconscious, as the result of Feelo’s magic.
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With the now still air in the mausoleum, Paemil is able to take stock of the situation and outcome of the interchange. He searches out any additional threats that may remain.
She was a murder who killed off the last of her rivals bloodline he reminds himself, still uncomfortable with how things unfolded.
Carefully he draws his wand, tapping it on his thigh- watching the exposed skin stitch and heal- still leaving deep crimson stains on his garments. Seeing the blood also on his scimitar, he looks onward to his friend and companion the leopard, and then back to the horse.
Stepping out of the mausoleum, Paemil makes eye contact with the horse. He takes his sword and shield off and lays them on the ground. Slowly he approaches to animal- only a wand in hand- with arm outstretched in a calming position. Nature- give me guidance to right this pain.
He speaks to the horse- alternating Sylvan and Common.
"Still. Calm. Remove pain. ยังคงสงบไม่มีอาการปวด"
He continues to approach the animal, hoping to get close enough to heal some of the damage he caused.
The injured horse, somewhat reluctantly at first, approaches the druid and allows itself to be healed.
As the sun continues its descent from the sky, the shadows within the graveyard grow in length and number. Soon, the entire area will be shrouded in darkness.
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Shruti looks with surprise at Polo, "Oh, were you injured, Polo? This One did not witness the attack that harmed you. If you need healing, I can assist you." They stretch out their hand and begins to call upon the strange powers that infuse Shruti's current form with arcane energy, but they see that Polo is not actually injured. "Ah, I see you were concerned for the future. That is wise. Please, take the potion."
From its roost among the statuary of the spired mausoleum, Triumph, the injured hawk looks on. Near the Tullivor tomb, Zephyr, the recovering steed, seems calm. Neither has seen its mistress since she entered the tomb, where she now lies unconscious.
In the far distance, a few cries break the overall quiet of the evening sky.