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Drog slumps into a pew, exhausted. We're from the Pathfinder Society, on assignment from Venture-Captain Muesello to deliver these pilgrims to safety. Don't suppose you have any way to get rid of this numbness all over me? It's more physical than emotional, honestly, but it's not something I'm enjoying. Not that there's much in this life to enjoy, mind you...
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Akkuret sighs in despair.
"Alas, my friend. I'm sorry to tell you that I don't hold anymore power that was given to me by Sarenrae."
A young man dressed in cultist's robes stands up quickly, with a sorry face. "It's my fault, master dwarf! I wanted to repair the chapel's roof but fell and had some damage on my legs. But Father Akkuret healed with Sarenrae's might!"
Another young man stands up and takes some wine boiling on the fire. "Come sit and rest, folks. Drink mulled wine and tell us more about what you lived these days..."¨
The Dawnflower Blossoms sighs in relief, takes some hot wine and eagerly sit down.
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Falco sits down on the bench next to Droghedor and starts popping open scroll cases and shuffling through his many scrolls. "No... no... no... I've only got scrolls I can use and as I said, I do not study healing! I will have to remember to buy some though, this poison will take time to leave your system and in the mean time there is nothing to do. We must carry on though."
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Falco happily accepts some wine although does not drink much, not being one to appreciate the mind-altering effects of alcohol. "Is this place safe? Secure?" he asks, looking around nervously.
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Akkuret nods.
"Indeed! This place is safer than most! But I know what happened to the blossoms... That Chalfon Dalsine! It was him who ordered all of what happened in the city lately! Filthy criminal!"
He pauses to gulp some mulled wine.
"That's a while we're here, now. You know it's really easy to loose track of time. But we never encountered any troubles down here. Dalsine's forces seem to either avoid this part of the catacombs or they don't know them well enough."
After a while and acknowledging the silence, Akkuret claps his hands together.
"You may want to rest a little before going out, it's dangerous out there. Are you wounded? And I may have some informations you don't. Don't you know this wise saying: Knowing is half the battle?"
Raising an eyebrow at your frowns, he adds.
"Don't you know? Chalfon Dalsine was part of the pathfinder society but was expelled, due to many events. Because of his family’s wealth, he was able to circumvent some of the more stringent requirements the Society places on its initiates, and live a life of relative luxury. He paid others to complete his chores and assignments, and spent his days and nights in Absalom’s brothels and taverns. He did not care that his actions violated the Pathfinders’ basic rules, believing that his ancestry and social class placed him above such boring, petty concerns."
He makes a pause to see if you followed his explanations, taking a sip of his bottle of water.
"I worked a lot in the dawnflower's information cell. Chalfon left Absalom angry and bitter, and spent the next few years roaming the Inner Sea region in search of distractions. When his gambling debts began to mount up, he fled his many creditors and went into hiding in rural Taldor. With nothing else to do so far from “civilization,” the bored noble began dabbling in esoteric arcana under the tutelage of a local, reclusive magic theoretician named Banell Half-Drowned, who followed the way of the magus, preaching the blending of magical and martial techniques and he soon became one of Banell’s most promising students."
Akkuret pauses once again, apologizing.
"I'm sorry but to understand this story, you'll have to understand the big picture."
"Since Chalfon blamed the Pathfinder hierarchy for many of his own problems, he later joined a group called the Shadow Lodge constituted of people disenchanted with the Society, and aimed to supplant the inefficient and feckless Decemvirate."
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Droghodor has only been half paying attention as the priest has talked. At the mention of Chalfon Dalsine, however, his ears perk up, and he listens more carefully.
How did you come to know so much about this Chalfon Dalsine? Drog asks. Especially down here, so far from the city proper?
Drog is not suspicious — he seems genuinely curious about his question.
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Akkuret frowns at Droghedor.
"Has the spider's poison dimmed your wits as well, master dwarf? In response to Taldor's massive inquisition on our cult, we had to prove ourselves crafty and know the intentions of our ennemies' leaders. We learnt that Dalsine later joined the Lion Blades, an elite group of Taldor. But you may not remember as well, master dwarf, the great politic troubles between Taldor and Qadira? Although this was a geopolitics' problem, Taldor also came to repress the cult of the Dawnflower, which you may not know, but was born in Qadira and represents strongly the southeastern country in the taldans' minds."
After that, he chugs down some more mulled wine.
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"I guess we need to reign him in, right?"
Drog groans. Oh no! Dalsine's a known Lion Blade and a member of the Shadow Lodge, who totally has it in for the Society and isn't a cover for more insidious actions at all! We'd never survive such an encounter! As he speaks, Drog is getting to his feet and checking the handle on his axe. He looks ready to leave in short order.
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As you move to depart, Akkuret stands up and walks towards the exit. Dorvhan and Falco have a sense that he seems to worry that you leave. That's now a few times that he tries to keep you around.
Grinding his teeth, Akkuret draws his scimitar and turns to face you. "Oh, don't worry. It's just that I cannot allow anyone to leave, not now! You HAVE to rest."
The Blossoms all seems surprised and move back into the benches.
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The man smirks.
"My identity is irrelevant. Don't you want more information about the recent events? Like, for example, Venture Captain Muesello smuggling objects from the taldan guard? Not very pathfindery, isn't it?"
You see that the blossoms and all of the sarenite worshipers seem taken abash by the priest's latest actions and stand frozen, waiting for things to calm down.
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Syrak moves to attack the "cleric", while your hear the blossoms gasp all around you.
As the sorcedin does so, Akkuret is quick to react. With horror, you see Akkuret's figure melting. His skin seems to peel off as he changes form, recovering his true appearance, having no discernible facial features.
His scimitar still in hand, he charges Syrak, slashing him just right. He seems to have a unnatural reach.
"Die, Pathfinders. You'll never reach my master!" he says with a loud voice.
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AKKURET [@, -2 AC (charge)]
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Falco Flaxseed [32/32]
Syrak Divinion [35/57]
Droghedor Coram [44/44]
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WUT? [@]
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Dorvhan Thunderstricker [51/51]
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Falco and Droghedor have no idea what kind of creature Akkuret is! However, the wizard's force missile hits squarely, as does the rangizard's axe swing! The dwarf's movement provokes a reflex attack from Akkuret that misses its target.
Seeing that Droghedor's blow seems to pass easily, Syrak chooses not to smite but heals himself quickly. His glaive touches the man's foe with ease and slashes it widely.
Just after this, two of the dawnflower blossoms that were here before you melt in the same way Akkuret did and rush to attack Syrak! The first misses while the other one stabs Syrak but wounds him only a little.
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AKKURET [@41, -2 AC (charge)]
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Falco Flaxseed [32/32]
Syrak Divinion [29/57]
Droghedor Coram [44/44]
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MORE STALKERS! [Green@, -2 AC (charge) ; Blue@, -2 AC (charge)]
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Dorvhan Thunderstricker [51/51]
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Dorvhan's axe strikes true and strong. Not enough to bring the creature down in one blow, though.
Akkuret screams in pain and unleashes its fury on Syrak!
He slashes the paladin with his scimitar and then attacks the man with its slam and crushes him to death.
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AKKURET [@41]
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Falco Flaxseed [32/32]
Syrak Divinion [-15/57, dead]
Droghedor Coram [44/44]
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MORE STALKERS! [Green@12, -2 AC (charge) ; Blue@, -2 AC (charge)]
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Dorvhan Thunderstricker [51/51]
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Assuming it doesn't have anything that lets its natural attacks remain primaries while weapon fighting it looks like it's slam damage is 2 points too high and the attack bonus is ~5 too high due to natural attack rules.
Of course it could have something special that lets the slam remain primary while using weapons.
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Droghedor's waraxe strikes true once again but the formerly priest stands his ground! Falco conjures a flaming sphere on the greenish stalker but it successfully dodges the fire.
Both stalkers step closer to Dorvhan and try to attack him. All attacks miss except a surprise attack from the blueish one who tries to grab Dorvhan but misses.
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AKKURET [@55]
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Falco Flaxseed [32/32]
Syrak Divinion [-15/57, dead]
Droghedor Coram [44/44]
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MORE STALKERS! [Green@12 ; Blue@]
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Dorvhan Thunderstricker [41/51]
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While I agree with you, it's stated on its stat block that it deals +4 dmg with its slam attack (the attack bonus, +4, is correct on the stat block, it was me that made the mistake). It indeed doesn't have any feat or SQ that would allow it to deal full damage on his secondary slam attack.
Thus, I would have logically accepted if you made the stab check.