"Then this Prince is doomed, Lady Teena." Stroud says with a calm but serious demeanor.
Myhm pokes at the satyr's carcass, moderately certain that somewhere in the strange First World there's a goat looking for it's upper half, and the bottom half of this fey is stuck to same goat. He nods at the tortured stranger with approval then readies to move on, taking point next to Troxell, "Where now?"
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A look around the immediate area turns up a couple magical candles of truth, and in Stroud's desire to recover all of his possessions he ends up opening a door into a room that must have been the personal quarters of the satyr.
In a strongbox, opened with a key taken from the satyr's belt, you find 65 gp, 312 sp, 534 cp, a 100-gp onyx, two aventurine bracelets worth 120 gp, a diamond ring worth 500 gp, a decorative goblet worth 75 gp, a silver serving tray worth 100 gp, dust of illusion, an elixir of love, and an elixir of truth.
Following Tenzekil's directions you head up the spiral stairs, passing through a chamber with doors leading to the ground floor of the palace and ascending into another with a door leading to the armory. So far nothing has discovered your group.
Myhm looks around quietly with suspicion, the structure feels like the grand castle where he last left Brue playing on the parapets.
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Shane hears nothing.
Wait... A flea just farted somewhere.
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Opening the door you look into the armor. It lies dusty and seemingly unused, but racks of weaponry—some rusted, others unaffected by the passage of time—hang upon wooden racks lashed to the thorny walls.
Most racks contain weapons sized for small creatures but there are a few sized for those of normal height. Some appear of masterwork quality or perhaps enchanted.
There is another door at the far end of the armory, which according to Tenzekil leads to a parapet.
Myhm sifts through the sparkling rocks, coins and glass vials with a rummaging hand, mostly being too rough on the delicate vials. Checking the weapon racks, he looks for anything Myhm-sized useful as a weapon, including the rack.
Troxell casts Detect Magic to identify any magical armaments, then makes an attempt to discern the enchantments on any of the items he finds.
Afterwards he also looks around for anything hidden in the room.
Stroud looks for the biggest jewel and stuffs it into his pocket.
"Tenzekel, get us to the Prince. Lead on and we will do the heavy lifting once you get us to him."
Stroud's ears perk up and he says, "What? The evil Prince is in this place somewheres?"
Going through the satyr's treasure Stround picks out a nice chunk of onyx, then notices something much more sparkly.
Later, in the armory, his finger is gleams in the dim light with a big diamond ring.
Troxell and Shane are easily able to identify the magic items here.
Armory treasure:
Small sized weapons: 6 masterwork handaxes, a +1 short sword, a +1 mighty cleaving greataxe, and a +1 light crossbow.
Medium sized weapons: a masterwork morningstar, a +1 fey bane sickle, and a +1 spell storing club (currently containing dispel magic).
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Listening at the door Shane can hear a voice complaining in hushed sylvan.
"I hate guard duty. Would rather be part o' the invading army. Stabbin things! Hidin here in these bushes is dumb. Really, who're we gonna ambush? "
Another voice replies.
"Will shaddup already? We heard ye the last ten times. Keep it up and you'll be the next bird singin for the Prince."
Troxell picks up the fey bane sickle unless someone else wants it, "Might I suggest Myhm take the greataxe and Teena take the club?"
Once informed of what Shane hears, the druid offers in a hushed voice, "If someone opens the door, I can immediately cast an entangling spell on those hiding in the bushes, unless one of you has a better idea of turning the tables on them."
"I will open the door if you wish friend Troxell," Stroud pulls out his scimitar eager for some payback.
Teena grabs the club and throws it in her belt. "I think entangling them is a good idea. If we can slow them down, we can pick them off easy peasy."
Through the door from the armory you find yourselves on a wide parapet with a lattice roof of tangled limbs, vines, and leaves overhead. The battlements offer a commanding view of the courtyard and valley beyond the palace gates.
Hiding near thorny support posts that they are using like camouflage are four fellnight spriggans. All are small sized at the moment, and two are eyeing each other with annoyed looks. Only one notices the door to the armory open, but you seem to have gotten the drop on it!
PERCEPTION
INITIATIVE
"Teena, you may want to cast Fly on Myhm after this." Troxell suggests before casting Entangle in the center of the area, presumably affecting all the spriggan hidden in the foliage.
Teena doesn't know what's going on, but she knows to trust Troxell. She pulls her wand and uses Fly on the big guy. "What's happening?"
Perception
Myhm looks inquisitively at Troxroll, making a quiet bird-like small flapping with hands, "Hmm?" Why?
"The area is now magically tangled foliage, you can attack from the air and not worry about being entangled." The druid quickly explains.
Stroud, with incredible grace and dexterity enters the room avoiding the magical entanglement. He quickly targets the first spriggan unawares, swinging his magical scimitar with deadly ease.
"Payback time," Stroud says as his Scimitar slices deftly through the air.
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Knowing Troxell's plan, Xerexis casts a fly spell and soars out onto the parapet as Troxell turns the palace itself against the spriggans. Shane offer morale support.
Stroud proves himself a valuable ally as he weaves through the entangling vines and slashes the throat of one spriggan before it can even raise its thorny hands in defense.
Teena uses her wand to send Myhm airborne.
The one spriggan not caught with its pants down flexes and grows to giant size and advances through the entanglement. "Intruders!!" It bellows.
Assuming he should conserve his magic for the fight against the Fellknight Prince, Troxell instead conjures up an acid dart to soften up the enlarged Spriggan.
Stroud moves quickly through the entanglement, not losing his momentum! He closes quickly and without fear on the giant Spriggan! "The bigger they are, the uglier they are."
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Teena uses the wand of Fly on herself, and takes to the air, moving toward the action.
Myhm moves past Troxell towards the spriggan, launching off a sturdy wall a bit too eagerly, flying completely past the giant fey.
Tenzekil casts a spell that summons a flaming sphere at the feet of the closest spriggan, but the big fey monster is quick and jumps away.
Myhm flies up to, and right past his target.
Xerexis also closes with flight and hacks with his falcata, giving it an injury.
Troxell burns it with acid and Stroud almost takes it down!
Meanwhile Teena uses her wand to take to the air as well.
The spriggans struggle against the entanglement. One is stuck fast, but the other two remain free. The small ones begin growing. The big one slams thorny fists at Stroud, getting a lucky shot that impales and pulls him into a thorny embrace.
Troxell takes a few steps back and begins casting a summoning spell.
"AHGH! You are not a standard enlarged spriggan! Let's try another gameplan yes?" Using his skills Stroud attempts to wriggle free of the deadly embrace!
He slips out of the Spriggan's grasp and immediately bursts into motion with two more skillful slices with his Scimitar!
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He slips though because of the thorn impaling him in his butt cheek!
"Umm...He's all yours Friend Mhym."
The spriggan holding Stroud releases him as flames race up its leg. With a cry of horror it falls and burns.
Xerexis flies to the stuck Spriggan, taking injury as he closes but slashing it with his sword in return.
Tenzekil moves to the parapets and directs his flaming sphere to the far spriggan, but the fey monster jumps clear and avoids injury.
Myhm regains his equilibrium and maneuvers back at the giant sprigan.
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Teena fires two scorching rays at the far spriggan.
RTA
Damage
RTA
Damage
Myhm hacks down one spriggan while Shane and Teena handle the last one. As the parapets go quiet the sound of bestial roars echo up from the courtyard below.
Troxell stops casting his spell before wasting it, and dismisses the magical entangle effect. "We should keep moving to the throne room and end this."