Shackled City (Pathfinder) - GM_Chris

Game Master Chris Shannon 719

Finneas will happily donate all hide that can't be used as armor (whatever the armorer doesn't want) to the Cobwaddles.

News of the Cauldron Five's return spreads quickly throughout the city. More than a few people stop party members on the street or in taverns to inquire of their well being and ensure the party is not going anywhere. People seem to relax and life seems almost normal.

A few days after returning, Glimmil turns the corner to Ghelve's to find the placed demolished. Nothing but a hole to Jzadirune remains. Before Glimmil can spy what evil creature caused such destruction, Ellywinkle pops up from the chaos.

"Glimmmil!!!" She rushes over and gives him an uncomfortably long hug. "It's so good to see you. I'm sorry I haven't come by to see you, but I've been so busy. What do you think?" She waves her hand at the pile of rubble.

Seeing the blank look in Glimmil's eyes she will continue. "You got the plans didn't you? For the gate? The grand entrance?"

"Ghelve was tired of people trouncing through his shop to get into Jzadirune so he finally gave in and consented to moving in so that we could build a proper entrance."

"It will have gilded golden steps and archways large enough for an ogre. People will come from everywhere just to see the entrance and then they will marvel at the wonders below. We're thinking of images of dragons circling above with gnomes fighting them."

"We also got a few of the smaller mechancial thing-a-ma-gic-al-a-bobs to work. They'll skitter about entertain the kids--of course, hopefully we won't have any more accident. We were never able to reattach poor Garlia's finger."

Atol finds plenty of time to spend working in the garden with Alexander between hours of scribing scrolls. With the winter rains past and more sunshine, the garden grows quickly. Jenya worries constantly and harrasses him for questions he can't answer except for his quiet resolute faith which she finds comforting.

Asfelkir does his best to make Finnneas feel welcome while quietly probing about his well being. As the days pass the others at the temple relax some, but still eye him warily. Only Asfelkir spars with Finneas, but it's not clear if they're afraid of Finneas's eye or just his ability.

Dyrant enjoys days of crafting, preaching and research. He makes several trips to the Cusp of Sunrise--despite their inferior gristle--but no one has seen or heard word of Lady "Clevage". It's as if she's disappeared from the face of the world.

The days don't pass so quickly for Toffitt. His concoctions send him to bed or curling up in a corner more often than not. It's all he can do to get eight solid hours of work in each day. It's probably good that Carts is gone considering the condition he's in. Despite the side effects, Toffitt is convinced he's on the right track and continues foward on the regimen he has set for himself.

Aralynn spends her nights zipping about Cauldron and even venturing out beyond the rim of the volcano.

"I must learn about this place. Every nook and crany. I can't simply sit here and watch you sleep in your dragon guts and silver headband like some oversized baby wearing a diaper and pretending to be a prince. What would that Lady say if you ever invited her here? My, what a big belt you have?"

Too far or not far enough. It's so hard to tell some days.

Hm. Lich dust. Bitumen. Quetzalcoatl feather... Yes, seems to be workING. AGH. Toffitt dry heaves some more, then turns back to his bitter tea. Another sip. He gags a bit. And another. Ugh. He begins a regimen of stretching, ending up with both legs behind his head.

The feather... Strange effervescent note to it. Like my whole spirit is bubbling. I really must look more closely at its properties... Felt nice, despite the heaves...

Glimmil gulps nervously at the sight of Ellywinkle, and once again loses the capacity of speech for several moments.

Luckily, Cog understands his master well, and with a nudge managed to bring Glimmil back to his senses.

"Wow! This is amazing! Absolutely amazing! A grand gate to Jzadirune! You know... I fought some dragons when I was in the Abyss, too!"

As Glimmil paces around, he picks up some bent metal leftover from the demolition of Ghelve's shop, clearly seeing "spoonlike" properties.

"How is the temple? I was about to go check up on Shanna and Commander Rand."

"How is the temple? I was about to go check up on Shanna and Commander Rand."

"The temple is coming along. Some engineers from Sasserine stayed and they're trying to work out a way for seats to be in the temple that then sink into the floor. They almost had it worked out, but then the ideas got bigger. Instead of rows of seats, they wanted the ability to have tables with seats around them. Then, of course, simply having the seats sink into the floor wasn't enough. People wanted them to march or dance out of the room. But then the tune they would move to couldn't be decided upon. Right now the top two contenders are Gold Gold Gold! and The Short Shall Overcome."

"Shanna has returned to Sasserine, but Randle is doing well. He has the recruits marching as well as the chairs. Well, almost."

Although Finneas says little it's clear the distrust of the other Kordites is taking a toll on him. He spends his days sparring and training and his nights praying and fasting, seeking guidance from Kord.

Ah yes. Coatl feather, gold dust, HOLY WATER, bitumen and a saint's tears. Well, maybe not the latter. Now my spirit shall be as at peace with the Beast as my body.

He goes to Skie's for some of the remaining ingredients. Upon return to the house, he can't help but give a bit of a scholarly lecture while he's there. "Twas thought that only the gods and their priests could set a man's soul aright, with prayers or a great deal of self-flagellation. But I have found a formula that can suck the evil out of a contrite man, without divine intervention. As with many things, it is a matter of rebalancing the humors."

He speaks with a note of fervor, as if his quest for self-created purity would put him on an even footing with his priestly friends. One need not give obeisance to the gods to be just. I have proven it with this tincture.

At the talk of rising chairs and tables, marching and dancing, Glimmil begins to flush and grow anxious.

"That's brilliant! I can't wait to see!"

Glimmil completes a final circuit of the Opening-That-Was-Ghelves and imagines a grand gateway with large arches.

"Hey, my friend Finneas loves working on gates. I think he worked on Cauldron's main gate, so we should absolutely get him involved. He has an eye for such things..."

Glimmil smiles at himself, content with his poorly-chosen pun and guides Cog deeper into New Jzadirune to check on Randle.

Definitely, go pay him a visit!"

As Glimmil and Cog descend, Glimmil hums to himself his own invented version of Gold! Gold Gold!, occasionally switching the lyrics to Cog! Cog! Cog!.

"Excuse me, Mr. Finneas."

Bounce, bounce. "Hello?"

"I'm sorry to bother you. You look rather tired and sweaty--are those muscles on the muscles? Have you been wrestling with demons? Sir Glimmil does and said you have helped him many times."

"Would you like some wine?" Ellywinkle holds out a wineskin to Finneas.

"It's good. Really. I'm afraid it's all I have. I could buy you some lunch if you'd like."

Ellywinkle stares up at Finneas.

"Oh, right. I wanted to discuss Jzadirune with you. Or rather, the new Jzardirune. Or rather, the big gate that would lead into Jzardirune. So, it's not really Jzardirune. It's more Cauldron. And, Sir Glimmil said you've built things before in Cauldron. Uh, anyway, would you be willing to help? It'd be for the good of gnome-kind. Well, the good of all Cauldron really."

Head tilt. Eyelash flutter. Chest heaving a bit higher than usual.

Note: Toffitt could possibly arrange for an elixir to shrink Finneas down for 11 minutes.

Finneas can cast Enlarge Person on her himself, no need to involve the good Doctor (yet).

"What now? Wine? Yes, ok. Glimm sent you? And you need a gate built? Maybe just show me what you want done? No, I need to clean up first."

Finneas will leave the gnome at the entrance to the temple while he cleans up and then dons his armor and sword.

Could be a trap.
Male: Probably not the kind you need armor and a sword for.
What?
Female: Isn't it obvious?
Isn't what obvious?
Fifth: What did you teach him?
They taught me that the people who love you will abandon you or die.

"Lead the way miss."

YESSSSSSS!!!!!!

Falls off chair cackling maniacally.

Their children will be... Gnorcs?

Right after announcing his cure for what ails the soul, Toffitt vomits up more of his mortality. He then takes out a small pot containing more of the noxious tincture. "Not all such things are sweet to the tongue."

Finneas will leave the gnome at the entrance to the temple while he cleans up and then dons his armor and sword.

"You're armor isn't as shiny as Glimmil's. Does it work as well? Doesn't being shinier mean it's more magical and that it protects you better? I like shiny things. Your muscles aren't shining anymore."

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"So we, well, I, was thinking a GRAND gate built over this hole in ground here. Of course, we'll have to expand the hole to accomodate people of your size. I know you've been in this way already, but you were sneaking in last time. Did you bump your head?"

"Anyway, we need a grand entryway. We're going add illusions and images like the ones below, but that won't be your job. It would probably affect how it you built it though. How's your chisel work? Can you handle your hammer well? It might be a delicate operation to put all the detail into the stone work? Are you good with your hands?"

Dyrant continues to work in his lab, preaching the good word of St. Cuthbert, ministering to the sick and unfed, and existing.

I should buy that tattoo. Some tattoos are good.

Two weeks since returning from the abyss, the party sits down for a meal at the Slippery Eel Tavern. Aroon serves Dyrant a heaping bowl of gristle stew, but the others receive platters of food that look like they came from the Cusp of Sunrise aside from the fact they are served on wooden planks.

"Thank you very much for everything you have done for Cauldron. Our "leaders" might be absent these days, but at least you're here for us."

Toffitt nibbles at his food, but otherwise sips at some foul smelling concoction. A few minutes later he collapses face down into his food.

Slippery Eel

The party examines Toffitt when suddenly everyone's stomach feels a bit upset.

DC 15 Fort save or fall unconscious. No save allowed for Toffitt vs GM.

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Initiative
Atol1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Dyrant 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Finneas 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Finneas Bonus roll 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Glimmil1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Toffitt 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
No one in particular1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Round 1
Toffitt = 26 - Doesn't move. Doesn't appear to be breathing.
Atol = 22
Dyrant = 17
No one in particular = 16
Glimmil = 15
Finneas = 11

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Fort

"As I was saying..." Dyrant cuts off suddenly, his face falling full into his gristle.

Not that it matters here, but init is now +10.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Does my +2 trait bonus vs poison/drugs apply? I still miss it either way...

"What was that Dyrant?" ...wham! Atols head hits the table hard and he slips into the realm of dreams.

Apparently not, since Toffitt is immune to poison.

"My armor? It works just fine, why would it need to be shiney?"

"Ok, I see. Let me think about it, I'll talk to my friends and see if they have an idea, Glimmil will probably want it to be very fancy."

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"Doctor? Dyrant? Atol?"

Fort DC 15: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

No Hero Point used for me!

"Uh...Glimmil, we may have a problem."

Finneas looks around and...draws his sword?

With all of the problems Cauldron has had with attacks recently is it reasonable to assume we're geared up or not so much? Given Finneas' smoking eye I doubt he'd want to go unarmed just in case somebody has designs on him/it, but I defer to GM judgement.

Fortitude DC15: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

"Something tickled.. Dyrant? Atol?"

Glimmil will detect for evil. Glimmil wears his full plate all day long, polished to a high shine while strutting about the streets "Travolta-style".

What is it to see in colors and lights every fiber of one's being transforming? Mortal humors becoming preserved at the smallest level, and yet still functionally alive. Is it a series of explosions? A slow process of browning and bleaching? Do the single cells convulse the way Toffitt's body has the last few weeks?

Perhaps Toffitt sees these things as he lies still in the Slippery Eel.

Party is probably in full plate and definitely armed. I don't think anyone believes Cauldron is a safe place yet. I know Glimmil at least has to be looking his shiniest.

It's poison, but Toffitt has failed anyway as it mixes with all the things already in his system.

Round 1
Toffitt = 26 - Doesn't move. Doesn't appear to be breathing.
Atol = 22
Dyrant = 17
Glimmil = 15
Finneas = 11
No one in particular = 10 - delayed to see affects

A half-orc with a chain shirt and greatsword stands up from one of the tables.

"I told you that poison wouldn't work on the bigger ones."

"Yeah, but it did get a few of them," responds a human woman wearing studded leather with a shield and rapier.

A third person stands up at the table across the room. He's a human wearing simple traveling clothes. [b]"Well finish them off already."

I'll allow Finneas a ready at the half-orc or woman since all he did was look around.

The man casts a spell and then the woman and half-orc move in.

The woman puts something into her shield hand before moving in while drawing her rapier. It's suddenly very quiet (silence) by the party.

In the eerie silence, the half-orc quietly cuts deeply into Finneas.
half-orc: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25
damage: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (1, 5) + 17 = 23

People back away from the party as Aroon grabs a sword from underneath the bar.

Party is up for Round 2. Toffitt, Atol, and Dyrant still unconscious.

Round 2
Toffitt = 26 - Doesn't move. Doesn't appear to be breathing.
Atol = 22
Dyrant = 17
Glimmil = 15
Finneas = 11
No one in particular = 10 - delayed to see affects

Round 2 Map

Round 2, Init 17, Part 1

Annoyed by the failure of the St. Cuthbertines to hold their gristle, Aralynn twirls angrily into G22 and spins angrily, unleashing a blast of energy at Dyrant and Atol.

2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4 damage.

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey?

Poison unconsciousness is not the same as magical sleep. Dyrant and Atol are still passed out.

Aralynn curses angrily (not that anyone can hear her) at the weak-livered Cuthbertine lightweights.

Aralynn: Another cudgeling is in the offing. Two of them.

Round 1 Init 11

Finneas prepares to strike the first assailant to enter his melee range.

Greatsword Power Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 162d6 + 16 ⇒ (3, 5) + 16 = 24
Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5

Round 2 Init 11

"In the name of Ko..."

He growls and swings again.

Rage.

Greatsword Power Attack Raging: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 202d6 + 19 ⇒ (6, 1) + 19 = 261d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 232d6 + 19 ⇒ (5, 6) + 19 = 30

Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 122d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

It doesn't take a Lepistadt surgeon to realize that the Cauldron Five is being ambushed.

Then again, Glimmil isn't a Lepistadt surgeon.

"Hey! Do-badders in Cauldron? I thought we stopped them all... "

Glimmil shakes Dyrant in an attempt to restore him to consciousness, using the healing power of Garl when he realizes that this is more than a simple gristle-induced coma.

Lay hands on Dyrant. The mercy will neutralize poison.

And with Glim's move action...

"Cog! Help Finn! Attack the bad orc. Not the good orc!"

Cog springs into action, his fur standing on his back and races around the table.

Cog Bite: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20 for 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 with trip 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Traveling today, so difficult to use my usual cut and paste file for status.

Glimmil heals Dyrant and neutralizes the poison. Dyrant begins to stir and will get to act next round. Cog misses, but does get into position to flank with Finneas.

Finneas misses with his first two swings, but finally lands a good blow against the half-orc.

The orc sees Dryant stir and takes a 5' step towards him. He then does his best to make sure Dyrant never stands again. He slashes a great opening into Dyrant's side and follows up with another across his back (69 damage).

The woman drops the stone and pulls out a wand as she takes a 5' step back from Finneas. She then casts unholy blight (lesser rod of silent spell) catching everyone. She wears a holy symbol of Vecna around her neck.

Aroon double moves up to the male caster with his sword in hand. "You'll die for this. These are the town's heroes. Not to mention, my best customers."

The caster takes a 5' step back and drops Aroon with a pair of scorching rays through Aroon's chest.

greatsword 1: 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 22 + 2 = 43
damage: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (1, 6) + 17 = 24
sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4
greatsword 2: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 2 = 23
damage: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (1, 1) + 17 = 19
sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
greatsword confirm 1: 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 22 + 2 = 31
damage: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (6, 3) + 17 = 26
sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

unholy blight: 3d8 ⇒ (5, 3, 1) = 9 To good creatures. DC 16 Will for half and not sickened for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds.
Finneas is immune with the smoking eye.

scorching ray: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 5) = 18
scorching ray: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
damage: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 6, 2) = 17

Round 3
Toffitt = 26 - Doesn't move. Doesn't appear to be breathing.
Atol = 22 - Unconscious
Dyrant (-69 + blight) = 17 - Conscious
Glimmil = 15
Finneas = 11
No one in particular = 10 - delayed to see affects
Half-orc (-33)
Female caster
Male caster

Round 3 Map

Glimmil Will vs DC16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Cog Will vs DC16: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Round 3

Cog continues to growl and advance at the evil orc while Glimmil fights off the nausea overwhelming him.

Cog will 5ft to I,20 and swift action to smite evil vs the orc.

Bite: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 for 1d6 + 5 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 10 = 20 and trip 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Bite: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 for 1d6 + 5 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 10 = 18 and trip 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Glimmil continues to administer the holy healing of Garl to Dyrant, hoping that with him back in the fight, they can buy time to bring down the orc and restore the others to consciousness.

Lay Hands on Dyrant: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 2, 5, 3, 4) = 25

"Dyrant! Wake up!"

1d20+10=12

Does my +2 trait bonus vs poison/drugs apply? I still miss it either way...

Dear Atol. You have the Blessing of St. Cuthbert. Please remember the +3 to your saves. Also, the Cudgel loves you. Now wake the freak up and start kicking ass. Love, Dyrant.

Not going to retcon to Round 1, but Atol can act in Round 2.

More than fair GM_Chris thanks. Thanks Dyrant!

Round 2, Initiative 22, Location: slumped in my chair->standing
Atol awakens from his cat-nap wrapped in silence. He stands up out of his chair (move - doesn't provoke?) and draws his cudgel. Not completely sure what's going on in his haze (don't you hate being awoken from a nap early?) he bestows resolve on the party (supernatural, doesn't provoke, should work in silence)*.

*Bestow Resolve(su): +16 temporary hit points to all allies within 20' for 1 minute

Will save vs Unholy Blight: 1d20 + 17 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 3 = 24

Round 3, Initiative 22, Location: standing
Concerned for Aroon as well as the rest of the party, Atol channels energy carving out any wounded opponents (up to three). He will also take a few steps back from the brawl to see if he can find the limit of the silence. After all they're casting spells, so the radius can't be that big. Or so he thinks...
Channel Energy healing: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 3, 1, 2, 5, 4, 5) = 27

Atol would be armed and armored through town, but he wouldn't be carrying his backpack and likely no scrolls either.

Atol steps over Toffitt's body back to the corner (F-23) and finds only silence.

Round 3

Dyrant awakes to the pain in his back...mostly caused by the half-orc's greatsword upon his hurt form.

Cursing mightily (and silently), Dyrant will give the casters a mighty stink eye, but decides to wait to see if Finn can take down the orc before he acts.

Aralynn will fly to the stone (provoking from the orc) and pick it up.

Edit: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 Will Save (blight)

AoO greatsword: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25
damage: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (5, 3) + 17 = 25

The half-orc tries to knock Aralynn out of the building.

Round 3 Init 11

Do the temporary hitpoints from Atol stack with my Raging temporary hitpoints? I assume so but haven't listed them in my statline in case they don't. Also since I raged after taking damage I believe the channel in round 3 will restore me to full hp?

Finneas steps around to assist Cog with the evil half-orc that is actually evil and not just evil enough to ignore unholy blight.

5' to G20.

Greatsword Power Attack Raging Flank: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 192d6 + 19 ⇒ (3, 5) + 19 = 27
Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3
Greatsword Power Attack Raging Flank: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 192d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 6) + 19 = 27
Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

Having see the half-orc chop into Dyrant's head and almost ruin the brand new loincloth Finneas gifted him with, the Probationary Ruler of Occipitus reaches deep into himself and swings again.

Spending HP.

"..."

For Kord!
Stupid quiet rock.
Fifth: How did he know it was the rock?
What else could it be, she dropped it right?
Female: That's...amazingly insightful.
What's in..sight..ful? Is that a joke about my eye?
Male: And there it goes.

Greatsword Power Attack Raging Flank: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 312d6 + 19 ⇒ (2, 4) + 19 = 25
Evil: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Temp hit points aren't the same as rage HP. They are taken off FIRST, whereas rage HP come off last. They do stack.

Round 3, part 2

He will glare angrily at the orc (and the nearby female), thoughts of retribution in his eyes and mind.

Dyrant will stand up and 5' step to G20.

Retribution (7 round(s)) (DC 23) (Su) Foe in 60 ft suffers half the melee damage it deals, ignoring resist, for duration (Will neg).

Round 3 Con't

As Glimmil observes both Dyrant and Atol returning to action, his gaze lingers on the unmoving form of the doctor.

"Dyrant! Atol! What about the doctor? Should I try to restore him, or go after those wizard do-bads?"

"What? Glim, kill stuff! I don't know what's wrong with the Doctor, but he'll be fine. I'm sure Atol will get him."

Toffitt continues to lie face down on the table as the battle rages silently.

Atol heals everyone and also buffers them against further damage.

Dyrant stares at the half-orc.
will save half-orc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 I'm unclear. Does the woman need to save too?
will save woman: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Cog takes a bite out of the evil half-orc's leg, the more evil half-orc that is. Glimmil heals Dryant the rest of the way so that he can survive a round.

Finneas rages and rages at his luck and digs down into his reserves to finally score a hit.

The woman casts, steps and heals the half-orc.
4d8 + 7 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 8) + 7 = 23

The half-orc slashes at Dyrant. It continues even after realizing from the first hit what will happen.

1: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (5) + 22 = 27
2d6 + 17 ⇒ (5, 5) + 17 = 27
2: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
2d6 + 17 ⇒ (3, 5) + 17 = 25
haste: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (5) + 22 = 27
2d6 + 17 ⇒ (6, 3) + 17 = 26

The caster tries to finish off Dyrant with some magic missles, but to his dismay finds Dyrant to have been healed and buffed quite sufficiently to survive. The caster moves, but Aroon remains motionless while everyone else has fled the tavern.
5d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1, 3, 3, 2) + 5 = 16.

There was some space competition. I just went with what made sense.

Round 4
Toffitt = 26 - Doesn't move. Doesn't appear to be breathing.
Atol = 22 -
Dyrant = 17 -
Glimmil = 15
Finneas = 11
No one in particular = 10
Half-orc (-86)
Female caster
Male caster

Round 4 Map