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Manly calls upon her dark god to guide Lumpii's aid whilst Lad takes a quick shot through Vol's legs. The shot is true but her shaky hands rob it of all of its impact.
The Troglodyte dressed in red cries out in alarm and steps away from the strange man. Throwing open the door to the next room he calls to its occupant.
Then it hurls a javelin at Vol.
The one garbed in purple then strikes out at the mystic man in a crazed frenzy.
The club and claw miss but the young troglodyte latches on with its teeth for
Lad
Manly
Lumpii
Enemy - R 1
Gilbert
Vol - 1 N.L
Nayan
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Vol's mighty swing cuts yet another Troglodyte down, out of the corner of his eye he spies a glowing brazier in the other room and more, importantly a hurled javelin.
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Deftly dodging out the way, Vol looks to see the culprit of the throw, it is another Troglodyte, but this one is much larger than the others and heavily muscled.
Lad darts in and cuts at the Troglodyte's belly, but her shaking hands cause no more than nasty bruising.
COmbat! Bold are up:
-Lad
Manly
Lumpii
Enemy - P 1 N.L
Gilbert
Vol - 1 N.L
Nayan
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Manly nimbly dodges out of the way of the hard-pressed Troglodyte youngling and brings her god's blessings upon the strange man with twin sabres.
Panicking, the Troglodyte takes a step away from the mass of pink-skins attacking it and drops its club to the floor. Instead deciding to strike out at Vol with tooth and claw.
The mad flailings of a panicked Troglodyte are not enough to get past Vol's guard and the monk leaves the exchange unscathed.
Bold are up!
Round 3 -Lad
Manly
Lumpii
Enemy - p 6
Gilbert
Vol - 1 N.L
Nayan
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Despite a clear shot, Nayan's instinctive blast fails to strike the larger Troglodyte as does Vol with his mystical blade. The Troglodyte barks out a laugh at Vol's obvious challenge but the mystic gets the feeling that the creature could not understand him.
In response, the creature lashes out at the mystic man with its deadly claws and follows it up with a bite.
The bite is particularly lethal
and the mystic falls unconscious
Bold are up!
Round 4
Lad
Manly
Lumpii
Gilbert
Vol - 1 N.L 10 damage (Unconscious)
Nayan
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As Lumpii's comrade hit the ground the halfling fired his pistol right toward the beast who stood above him, it connected but did it help?
The halfling once again draws his longsword and shifts toward his foe as advised by Lad.
"Come on then you slimey bastard, I'm right here" He shouts out to the troglodyte in hopes of drawing some attention to himself rather than his allies.
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Lad darts, in, still fighting off losing her lunch and Vol naps unplanned. Lumpii however takes advantage of the situation presented and puts a bullet square into the Troglodyte's chest, dropping it in a pool of blood and a puff of smoke.
-Combat Over!-
A quick search of the large Troglodyte reveals he holds a key around his neck, though the purpose is unclear. There is a large Iron box in the corner, which when opened reveals a veritable horde:
a suit of masterwork studded leather armor, a masterwork buckler, a masterwork rapier, a shortbow with 15 arrows, a scroll of cure moderate wounds, a scroll of invisibility, a wayfinder and a climber's kit.
There is another door leading off this room, seemingly to the outer portion of the tower.
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"Thank you, Lad. Then it's definitely too big for me, haha." Lumpii tried to stretch higher, knowing full well the female halfling stood at least an inch or two higher than he. "The kit and the wayfinder will be very handy, I don't know if you guys want to get our comrades effects, I sure they may come in handy when they're found."
Lumpii grabbed the wayfinder and put it in his breast pocket before loading his pistol again, sixteen shots left, then he's onto his back up, the average folks long knife... Here's hoping that many will cut it.
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"Not long at all, my friend. A matter of seconds after the beast dropped. As for who dealt with it, we all did, now we should press on if you've gathered yourself?" The small halfling wouldn't be able to help Volar up so he just stood there with an encouraging smile on his face.
He took himself to the other door through the room with the newest dead troglodyte and had a look for any interfences or locks that might be afoot.
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Lad is confident that the door holds no signs of traps, it is locked but that is a simple matter to solve with the key from the large Troglodyte's neck. The key fits perfectly and the door opens, revealing a small room with a single occupant. A haggard half-elf who looks pale and under nourished, beaten half to death but with no signs of any torture mar his body.
He looks up weakly, his eyes still holding a sliver of defiance but then they widen once it dawns on him that you are not the lizard-folk he had come to expect.
"Who are you, I heard the fighting, I am not with them?" he croaks, his voice little more than a whisper as of he had screamed himself hoarse.
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"You Balenar? Dreng sent us to rescue you and tell you you have failed your confirmation. Sorry about that but you forgot the golden rule. Never split the party! Manly Mann here will hapily poke you with the healing stick should you need it and then we can get you out of here. After we have done a proper job of cataloguing the place of course. After all we are proper pathfinders" Gilbert smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring manner
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Lumpii waddles into the room after Gilbert and darts his eyes to the pitiful looking half-elf in the room.
"And if you are he, then you're gonna have to prove your self before you get the chance for another conformation. When you're fixed you're helping us scoure and purge the rest of this place!"
With his comment made the halfling makes his way back out of the room to avoid any needless back and forth about his attitude. Many things had seemed to make there homes in the tower and this halfling won't allow that.
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The beaten and bloody half-elf looks at you through half open eyes, he is obviously atarved and dehydrated. Gilberts lie about Dreng's message and Lumpii's rather bizarre bravado against a chained, helpless man is too much for him and begins to laugh. It would appear he was more broken than you thought.
"You have my gear? Good, I have some magic to heal me, but I need these chains gone and water please?"
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"I'm not keen to stay here for longer than is necessary. I'll follow your lead young halfling."
Vol checks on his summoned weapon to ensure his brief time unconscious didn't disrupt his control over the summoned energy. He tries a couple of different weapons before settling on his trusty sabre again. Once he's happy he follows Lad as she leads the group back to the stairs.
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Lad's handy work soon has the manacles open and clattering to the floor, Balenor takes the water gratefully and thanks you for the healing. The magic wipes away much of his bruising and the Bard stands painfully, returning the waterskin to Nayan.
Going to the chest, Balenor collects his gear and puts his armour on, whilst he does so he fills you in on the situation.
"There is just one more creature left and I believe he is the leader of this group. He has a crocodile for a pet, so watch out for the creatures jaws. I will aid you fledgling pathfinders, in thanks for your aid. After all Co-operate is one of our virtues, no?"
Once he is finished, the group move up the stairs following Lad's lead, there is no door to bar your way as you reach the top of the fallen fortress:
The four wings of the tower are completely open on this level, forming one great, cross-shaped chamber with arched ceilings. The decayed remnants of a carpet run from the doorways at the end of each wing, meeting in the center, where a spiral staircase drops out of sight below. A large, throne-like chair stands in the middle of the eastern wing next to a big chest.
In front of that Throne stands a stunted, albino crocodile and behind it, staring out of the tower towards Absalom is yet another Troglodyte. He hears your approach and orders his pet to attack you.
Combat! Bold are up:
Lad
Manly
Snapjaw
Balenor
Lumpii
Tasskar
Vol
Gilbert
Nayan
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Manly's stone flies and bruises the albino crocodile, following on from the success, Lad dashes forwards and lets loose an arrow, which penetrates the Crocodile's thick hide.
Blinded by pain, the crocodile thrashes into a rage and chases down the halfling Archer, it's teeth glow with the hint of enchantment and it bites down.
The powerful bite of the creature latches onto Lad's leg. With a cry of pain Lad falls to the floor bleeding.
Seeing one of the two better Pathfinders among his rescuers fall to the Crocodile's Jaws Balenor cries out and casts a spell, dashing forwards and laying his hands upon Lad, whose eyes flutter
Combat! Bold are up:
Lad -6 (Prone)
Manly
Snapjaw -12
Balenor
Lumpii
Tasskar
Vol
Gilbert
Nayan
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Lumpii shuffled through his allies and gained himself a good position to unload a bullet at the albino crocodile.
As his shot sank into his foe Lumpii passed his glance to Lad. "Somebody get her away from the beast! We'll try hold it back!" He called out to his allies who had clearly more physical strength than he. And enough to just scoop her up or drag her away.
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Lumpii's shouting is for naught as his bullet slams home into the creatures hide and it collapses to the floor, blood pouring from its wounds.
The Troglodyte Leader screams in impudent fury as their companion is torn from them, coming from around the throne stands a slim Troglodyte holding a curved blade of flame. He chants and flame appears in his hands, and he hurls it at Lumpii and it hits the small halfling in the chest.
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With Lad out of immediate Danger, Balenor takes p a rousing inspiration.
Combat! Bold are up:
Lad -6 (Prone)
Manly
Balenor
Lumpii -5
Tasskar
Vol
Gilbert
Nayan
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As the other members of the group have defeated the crocodile Vol turns his gaze on the creature's master.
Vol concentrates briefly as electricity gathers on around his empty hand.
"So you are the one in charge here? I guess that means we must stop you then!" he says as he walks towards the creature and reaches out with the hand crackling with electrical energy.