Only Sverix's bite gets through the alchemist's armor.
The cleric's move into position and attack Sverix with their glaves. Both attacks just hit.
Othirubo tosses another bomb. He aims for the back of Sverix right next to Silvuwen. His bomb hits him.
Silvuwen doesn't manage to get out of the way of the splash. Irabeth just manages to dodge out of the way.
Irabeth takes a step back, and drinks her potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.
Silvuwen spends the round putting herself out.
Action Order
Round 4
Othirubo:21
Silvuwen: 17
Irabeth:14
Severix:13
Cultists:10
Badly injured, Sverix channels as much healing energy as he can.
Deciding he should go for the softer targets first, Sverixalint snarls and steps over to the cultists, tearing into them with his claws and teeth and battering them with his wings.
Sverix heals himself, and then takes out the two cultists leaving the alchemist the only enemy on the field.
He tosses another bomb at the dragon. The bomb misses.
Silvuwen's arrow also misses.
Irabeth heads back into battle, and hits Othirubo hard.
Action Order
Round 5
Othirubo:21
Silvuwen: 17
Irabeth:14
Severix:13
Sverix steps up to corner the evil alchemist. "You are undone, demon-worshipper!" he roars, then attacks.
None of Sverix's attacks hit.
Othriburo tries to tumble past Sverix. He manages to make it. Then he tosses a bomb at Sverix. It hits In addition to the damage it does. There is a thick black smoke to billowing out into the room. Silvawen manages to avoid the fire, but Irabeth takes damage and catches on fire.
Silvawen decides to hold her arrow. She can't see him, and doesn't want to waste it.
Irabeth takes the round to put herself out.
Action Order
Round 6
Othirubo:21
Silvuwen: 17
Irabeth:14
Severix:13
Sverix steps in the direction the alchemist went and finds him not far away. He's hurt, but he has to end this now, so instead of healing himself he says a brief prayer for strength before tearing into the foe... being more careful to aim this time instead of going for pure damage.
Both attacks hits and the enemy falls. After a few seconds the fog dissipates. You are left in a room with four dead, and a room you haven't checked to the east.
Sverix rolls around on the ground until he stops burning , then lays there panting for a few moments. Slowly he gets back to his feet, then gets into his carry-sack and pulls out his wand to heal himself.
He uses it up getting himself back in fighting shape. Then he looks to his companions.
"I have a bunch of healing potions. How many do each of you need?"
"I will take two." Silvuwen says.
Irabeth leans against a wall. breathing hard. "I am quite hurt." She breaths heavily.
Sverix hands out the potions to his companions then looks around the room (and on the bodies of the dead).
"We should definitely clean that up," the young dragon states, pointing at the mess on the altar. "And look where the alchemist came from."
As you search the room with the cultists you notice a softly glowing door in the western wall. If detect magic is cast, it does glow with magic. You see no keyhole, but there might be another way to open the door.
Sverix notes the door. "That's interesting..." he murmurs, pointing at it. "But I think first we should clean up the mess. Let's throw all these outside. Maybe later we can bury them or something. Then we can clean things in here again."
You move to the room to the east where the alchemist came from.
A long table and six chairs have been pushed against the western wall. ON teh opposite wall, a tapestry depicting a map of Mendev hangs from a silver rod - the tapestry has been slashed several times and splashed with filth. A bedroll sits on the floor, and on the nearby table is an array of alchemical devices and a long wooden sword case wrapped with cords, as if ready for travel.
There is a masterwork alchemy lab. There is a plain sword case sitting there as well.
You do hear movement from upstairs, but no one has ventured down the stairs yet.
Sverix glances at the formula, but doesn't really care what it is. He does open up the sword case and note Irabeth's reaction.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
He'll also take the potions. He takes the ring of protection and puts it on, and he'll take the leather armor because it's valuable and he can put it in his hoard.
Irabeth picks up the sword. "That, that was my father's sword. I sold it so I could purchase a gift for my wife. I have no idea why it would be in such an evil place. This isn't the person I sold the weapon to." She notices a note below the weapon in the box.
She reads the note, and looks angry. She'll hand it over for you to read. "I'd like to wield this if you have no objections." She holds the sword aloft.
Sverix looks over the note and growls in his chest. "More secret cultists," he notes angrily. He nods at Irabeth. "I can't use it, and it's still sort-of yours anyway. Go ahead and keep it."
That done he goes back and looks at the glowing doorway behind the now-cleaned altar. He studies it for a bit, then looks back at Irabeth.
"Do you have any ideas about this?" he asks. "Maybe there's a password..."
He trails off as a thought hits him. "That prayer in the other room, maybe?"
He shifts uncomfortably. "Ummm... I think it might be better if you do it, since I'm not an Iomedae worshipper. Maybe you kneel at the altar and say that prayer?"
Irabeth takes the sword. She still looks very angry. "That my father's sword would end up in the hands of evil is a disgrace. This whole situation is a disgrace."
She kneels at the alter, and speaks the prayer. ""Let us inherit thine arms, Iomadae." The door opens with no sound whatsoever.
The small chamber is free fo dust. A holy symbol of Iomedae hangs unmolested on the wall above a weapon rack filled with swords, crossbows, and spears. Three wooden dummies wear pristine suits of armor. A shelf holds several leather quivers, each stamped with a golden sun. Two silver shields hang from pegs on the wall.
Sverix gapes at the display. "Look at all the weapons!" he exclaims after a moment.
He trots into the little room and looks things over. After a few moments he turns back to the others and asks, "Can either of you use some of these? None of them really help me. Maybe we should bring them back for the rest of our allies to use?"
Irabeth takes the +1 Blinding Shield, and leans against a wall. "We should be able to rest here if we stay quite. The demons clearly didn't find this place, and Iomadae will protect us I'm sure. We need to heal and I need to regain spells."
Silvuwen will take 50 of the cold iron arrows, and the composite longbow. "This room causes my skin to crawl, but I can stay here for the night. Sverix is that what you want to do? You have used a lot of spells today."
"Oh..." It's rather clear that this hadn't occurred to Sverixalint. "Ummm... well, I have used most of my magic for the day, but... is it really okay to rest? What if we don't have time? What if..."
He trails off and sighs. "We have to, don't we? Another battle like that last one would probably kill us without resting..."
"Yes another battle would be the end of some of us." Irabeth closes the door, and begins to remover her armor for rest. "We have done well so far, but we should be careful of getting too tired, and too low on resources. You must watch for that. If you can't help yourself, then how can you help others?"
"Right..." Sverix agrees reluctantly. "I just... it's..."
He sighs. "I guess I'm just still too young to know what's best," he mutters, and curls up on the floor. After a moment he asks, "Why are all of these weapons and things here? Why didn't the other people use them when they were trying to defend here? Did they not know about them?"
Irabeth settles herself down. "They might have not had time to get to the weapons. You are right they might not have known this room was here. Everything happened so fast. These will do some good." She settles down to sleep.
Sverixalint curls up to sleep as well, trying not to think of these weapons and armor as a new part of his hoard. They weren't his to claim... the human-types needed them to fight...
The next morning you wake. Refreshed if not comfortable. Listening carefully at the door you hear nothing in the room beyond.
Once you open the door, you see the bodies of your enemies removed, but do not see any living enemies. You make your way carefully past the door by the stairway. It's been propped, up but not closed well.
Looking around the rest of the first floor. All the dead enemies are gone.
"Upstairs?" Irabeth asks as you complete the search of the ground floor.
Sverix dreamed again that night, though when he woke only fragments remained. Something about a great dragon plowing through hordes of demons... Terendeleve was there, too, but she wasn't the one fighting the demons.
He shook his head slightly to clear the cobwebs from his mind as his companions stirred. The young dragon was quiet as they carefully examined the lower floor, the oddness of his barely-remembered dream nagging at him.
He nods at Irabeth's suggestion. "Yes," he says, and carefully starts making his way up the stairs, only slightly ungainly on the humanoid-sized steps.
Our intrepid heroes cleared out the lower level of the Gray Garrison. The pleased Iomadae with cleaning out the enemies and cleaning up the defiled places of the Garrison.
After a night of rest in a hidden room our group is ready to tackle the upstairs of the garrison.
The door broken door to the upper level has been propped back up.
As soon as he sees the door back in place Sverix is suspicious. He murmurs a quiet prayer to Apsu for protection before trying to open it.
You climb the stairs to a debris ridden hallway. As you head pops up you see two tiefling guards leaning against the wall.
The yell "Where did you come from?" and move to attack.
Tieflings: 23
Silvuwen: 15
Irabeth: 4
Sverix: 2
The first Tiefling raises his crossbow and fires at Irabeth. The second moves up and attacks Sverix.
The crossbow attack misses. He curses and reloads. The sword attack hits Sverix for a good bit of damage.
Silvuwen tries to shoot the tiefling with the crossbow. He's concealed by the railing. Her attack flies true, and hits him hard. The tiefling almost falls.
Iarabeth casts Divine Favor and waits until there's room to work.
Sverixalint's only answer is a snarl as he tears into the tieflings.
Only one of Sverix's attacks hit. The Teifling grunts and attacks back.
Two doors fly open and eight more enemies. Yes, eight. Come flying into the room four additional tieflings and four cultists. "Hey what's this?" one of them cries as the move in to attack.
One of the tieflings moves up and swings at Silvuewn, the other tiefling shots the crossbow at Irabeth again. One of cultists channels negative energy at the group.
The orange one this Sverix with his sword.
Irabeth takes the damage from the channel Silvwen manages to avoid most of it.
Silvuwen lets loose with another arrow. She hits red, and kills him.
Irabeth attacks green through the banister's railing, and connects killing green.
Action Order
Round 2
Tieflings: 23
Silvuwen: 15
Irabeth: 4
Sverix: 2 14 DMG
Sverix growls and pushes past the tiefling in front of him to stand in the hall. He inhales deeply and then exhales a cloud of frost that fills the hallway with killing cold.
Most of the enemies fall in the face of Xverixalint's mighty breath weapon. The three remaining are damaged, but still in the fight.
The Blue tiefling in the front moves up and engages Sverix after the cultist casts Channel Negative Energy . The yellow tiefling also moves up and engages.
Irabeth moves up and swing her sword. Her attack just misses.
Silvuwen fires her bow at the blue tiefling through the landing slats. Her attack also misses.
Action Order
Round 3
Tieflings: 23
Silvuwen: 15
Irabeth: 4
Sverix: 2
Sverix growls "You will soon see the demons you serve in the Abyss!" and attacks the remaining tieflings.
Sverix takes down the two tieflings. Irabeth attacks the last cultist.
That was a lot of enemies. Good job Sverix. Your breath weapon came at the right time." Irabeth wipes off her blade and puts it away.
The 6 tieflings have crossbows and shortswords, the cultists have 4 potions of cure light wounds, 4 scroll of cause fear, 4 scrolls of comprehend languages, 4 unholy water. 40 gold
The yellow tinted rooms to the north east and south east are where the enemies came out from, and their doors are open. The rest of the doors are closed.
"It was stupid of them to stay clumped up like that fighting a dragon," Sverix replies, in the tone of a child who can't believe how stupid adults are sometimes.
Sverix dumps out the unholy water in a corner, but takes the scrolls. He offers the healing potions to his allies, given that he has plenty himself still. He even reluctantly offers to split the gold. That done he investigates the three rooms the enemies came from, starting with the one on the north.
"Keep the gold. You will need it" Silvuwen tells him. She does take the healing potions offered.
Stacks of scrolls, books, maps and more sit atop a large hexagonal table in this room. The walls are painted with detailed maps of Sarkoris, over which features of the Worlddwound have been painted.
Irabeth moves to study the stacks of papers on the table. She looks up at both Sverix and Silvuwen. "We have done good today. This is a list of the Mendevian troop movements. To have this in our enemies hands would be terrible. The Eagle Watch will be relieved we recovered these." She continues to sort through the papers, "Take a look Sverix see if you can find anything else valuable here."
Sverixalint eagerly takes the gold to add to his growing hoard, then follows Irabeth into the room. He looks over things with a serious gaze.
"You're right about that," he agrees with the paladin. "Do you think we should destroy them to be safe?"
He also takes a good look around the room.
Irabeth gathers up the papers. "The Eagle Watch would like these back. Then they know what our enemies might know about our defenses."
The room to he south is just barracks. This is where the Tieflings slept when off duty. Nothing of value was left here.
Sverix nods in acknowledgement of Irabeth's words.
"I'm glad we could get rid of so many of them at once," he says as he steps over the bodies in the hallway, heading for the last of the rooms on the south. "I just wish so many people weren't joining them."
Before going to an unopened door, Sverix heals himself up and offers to heal the others if needed.
Several stacked horizontal shelves hold a number of small, straw-lined bird cages. A stack of parchment three quills, a pot of ink, and a pile of tine cylindrical objects cover a nearby table while a small wooden door is in one corner of the room.
You only get a quick glance as three creatures in the room attack you!
Three giant fly like creatures that have almost human faces, and horrible not quite hands at the end of their spindly legs.
The room suddenly goes dark, and Sverix is attacked. Both attacks just miss.
Silvuwen can't see the battle and will delay until she can get a shot.
"What abominations." Irabeth cries out as she sees the creatures over Sverix's shoulder.
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