"Is she being held just around the corner that you need to rush off right away? I have only just met that bunch that was attacked in there, but they seem like decent folk - perhaps we can lend you a hand in taking care of that knife? Permanently..." - Raziel offers with a serious look, his blood still boiling from the fray, and the gratuitous way they were attacked.
"She is being held some miles from here, in a cabin. But the priest reports to them through some sort of device. Had I tried to reach her while he lived, with a word he would have had her killed long before my arrival. Every moment I thought of killing him myself but I was warned that if they did not receive word from him, her fate would be sealed. Now you have decided it for me. I don't know whether to thank you or curse you. Time will tell."
"How many miles?" - Raziel insists - "How long does it take to get there, and when was this word due from the priest? Do you know?" - he insists with the questions.
"I understand your fears, but five minutes of your time can make the difference between going there alone, or with a group - and we are not completely defenseless as you may have noticed" - he offers a wry smile - "What say you? Five minutes to recount to the ones inside what you have just told me? Your choice"
"About twenty miles, maybe a little more. He reported to them nightly. By the time I get there they will already be wondering what is wrong.
I don't need your help, you will only slow me down. And your friends will never understand. I can't risk another confrontation delaying me. I must go. Good luck to you"
The stunned lad, on his knees having layed down his arms in surrender, dies a gruesome death at the hands of the holy champion of all that is lawful and good. He never even saw the flash of the blade that ended his existence.
Edit: Comment and question moved to discussion thread.
Round 2, Initiative 12
Ridley will scamper over to hound, mindful of any cowed enemies playing possum, or possibly not liking what they just saw and retaliating.
"Up, up you lug." She says shaking the warrior. "No sleeping on the job my friend."
Without all the tables and flailing big people Ridley gets a clear sight at the cultists...
Knowledge (religion) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 Knowledge (local) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
She's ending Archaeologist's Luck to, so I believe I'm down one round today.
EDIT: Didn't realize there was still a monk up and fighting. That being the case I'd like to keep A's Luck up just incase he doesn't get taken out before Ridley's next action, if that's alright.
After the squires surrender, Eli's eyes are drawn to Alrik and the minstrel, down on his knees. Knowing what it would mean for the holy man to fatally strike the bard, Eli bull rushes the paladin in an attempt to disrupt the attack. Eli charges forward with a cry of "Alrik! No!" and pushes the man back.
CMB Charge and Bull Rush:1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21+6 CMB +2 for charging
male Human Paladin 2 Level 2 Human Paladin Init +2 Perception -1 AC 18 (T 12 FF 16) HP 22 CMB +6 CMD 18 BAB+2 WIL +5 REF +5 FORT +8
Alrik acting purely on instinct almost hadn't noticed the bard had tossed his weapon. seeing the Monk was still pestering his new Dwarven companion Alrik moved to quickly solve the problem.
The robed figures belong to the cult of Hecate, Goddess of Black Magic.
You can identify by the insignia on their robes that the dead one is an "initiate of the hound", a fairly low level adept, and the other is a monk probably accompanying the initiate as a body guard.
You know that one of Hecate's High Priestesses is said to be imprisoned in Rappan Athuk.
EDIT: Didn't realize there was still a monk up and fighting. That being the case I'd like to keep A's Luck up just incase he doesn't get taken out before Ridley's next action, if that's alright.
Q settles back in at the bar, ignoring the grunt of a barbarian swinging and missing behind him.
"Yes. Bring me another. According to the mouthy one over there his boy band could handle the Mouth of Doom, but we kicked their asses. Does that mean we can handle it better?"
"Well I think I also heard them say they slayed Calthraxus, so take that how you want. All I know about the Mouth of Doom is someone I kinda sorta liked was lookin for it and when he found it he never came back..."
Tallie winds up like she's going to throw a mug at the monk but hangs it from a rack instead.
On her next available action Ridley will run over next to her friends and try to bring the bodyguard down. On her way shouting at the man, giving him a last chance to surrender.
"Your charge is down and your companions are defeated, if you want to go down swinging we'll grant that wish, but it doesn't have to be that way!"
Move Action: move to G5 Standard Action: Attack with club vs monk Attack+Luck+Bless1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 18 Damage+Luck1d4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 + 1 = 3 The attack being assuming he doesn't surrender before she gets up there. And with that I'm off to bed
"Considering the last guy you 'sorta kinda liked' didn't get spat back out of the Mouth of Doom, and by some strange twist of fate I feel obligated to lend my bow to this ragtag band of violent hobos, you don't have much time to get rufflin'." He downs more of the motor-oil like liquor, giggle-cooing softly as it goes down.
Entering the common area of the inn, Raziel notices that there is still one foe standing, completely surrounded by his impromptu companions, but still putting up a fight.
He decides to jump in and throw an acid projectile to soften him up.
Nope x2.
Any spell with an attack roll always crit-threats on 20 for x2.
Not confirmed.
BTW, you got precise shot and improved? If no that's a cumulative -8 to hit from where you are, but you still hit!
