Cassandra cursed as she realized the confined were going to be too narrow for her glaive once again. It was getting really old she thought. Releasing her beloved weapon she once again drew the warhammer and swung it down fiercely at the dwarf rolling on the floor laughing.
Rather then crowd the area above, Merelda moves back to the exit with Cinder and keeps a look out for any possible enemies approaching.
You pound the dwarf to a pulp and all the while the dwarf can do no more than laugh with the painful resignation that he will die here. His last words to you are nothing more a muffled curse thrown your way.
Innis is feeling lucky. She reappears within moments of the dwarf's demise quickly scooping up his fallen crown and eases herself into the makeshift throne. Twirling the crown irreverently on one finger.
"Ah, finally my first throne. I suppose a Lady has got to start somewhere."
She makes to assume a regal posture and calls out lovingly to the ladies below "Oh ladies you may come up now."
She shoots Amigail a quick look with mock alarm "Amigail-how's-my-hair?" she brushes through the crimson tide with a wave of her hand.
"Also someone get that chest open for me I'd like to see what this dwarf was about."
"Hair looks good," Ami tells Innis, wincing a bit. "That bastard hit hard!"
"I noticed." She says responding to both of Amigail's comments at once.
"Even still he died as he lived a Fool. I suppose we have Lililinda to thank for that." She looks down at the fallen dwarf a smile still frozen on his face even in death. It is an eerie sight even for her.
"It occurs to me as a Her Ladyship I should do something with these new regal powers. Amigail how would you like to be knighted?"
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Merelda will stay downstairs with Cinder keeping an eye outside the front door, while the others tarry upstairs. She comments dryly to Cinder...
"My sister seems to have found her preferred resting spot. I wonder if this is a sign to come..."
Searching the room you are able to find several items on the dwarf:
a large enchanted hammer (magic)
mithral breastplate
a necklace strung through 6 scales (magic)
a ring set with a black stone (magic)
crudely forged iron crown set with 5 uncut bloodstones (worth ???)
silver ring (worth ???)
mithral hoop earring (worth ???)
fine bearskin cloak (worth ???)
The makeshift bed against the south wall is made up of a pile of furs and blankets reeks of both sweat and urine.
The chain bound chest is surprisingly unlocked.
a large enchanted hammer (magic)a necklace strung through 6 scales (magic)
a ring set with a black stone (magic)
The chain bound chest is surprisingly unlocked.
Innis sits on her new throne letting her gaze support Kirzon as the dwarf examines the magical artifacts and does her bidding. She adjusts the iron bloodstone crown atop her head until she feels satisfied. While crude Innis' majestic aura washes away such foibles and instead reveals a rustic charm to it.
Lililinda peeks through the trapdoor, the same position from which she had watched the dwarf king's demise. She had been able do nothing but watch in horror as her victim was unable to stop laughing, even as he was cut down. "That... was quite a bit more effective that I thought it would be."
Shakily, she climbs into the room and helps examine the treasure.
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Kirzon notes that perhaps Amigail's knightship can wait until she is in better condition to accept such accolades.
With a flick of her wrist Dark Lady Innis produces her wand and grants Amigail a fiend's vitality.
Try as she might Curious Lililinda is unable to get a good look at the crown to appraise it's value seated as it was on Innis' head.
"Quite effective indeed." She says looking down at the gnome while seated on her throne. There is a calculating gleam to her look.
With Kirzon and Liliinda's assistance you are able to discern all the magic items found on the dwarf.
+1 Earth breaker
Amulet of natural armor +1
Ring of protection +1
crown (60 gp)
ring (30 gp)
earing (100 gp)
cloak (50 gp)
The chest is not trapped as Kirzon opens it. Inside you find some more items of interest.
14 human skulls, 560 sp, 98 gp, 4 pp as well as three potions of various colour (amber, sickly green, and a clear blue)
Merelda and Cinder do not see anything as they continue to stand guard.
The mages investigate the alchemy while Amigail dons a dazzling new suit of armor. Innis...Watches
Amigail cleans the armour which reeks of sweat and urine! The mithral breastplate seems to be designed for maximum mobility barely hindering Amigail at all.
The vials are a little more difficult. The amber potion turns out to be a potion of cure serious wounds.
Cassandra was greatly relieved to see the dwarf fall. The bastard should have been more of a challenge than he turned out to be but she figured it was due to Lilli's spell. She watched as Innis sat on the dwarf's throne and felt a wave of disquiet wash over her.
Trying to push away the discomfort of Innis' rising power Cass went to look through what they had found. The armor was impressive, very much what Cass needed, but it seemed that Amigail beat her to it and, quite frankly, Cass no longer cared. She highly suspected her days traveling with these...strange people, were nearly at an end so she decided to not complain.
Kirzon grumbles unable to determine the properties of two of the vials. He turns to Lililinda for a second opinion. Innis shifts her focus in response she affects to seem as impassive as possible before her motley court.
She feels her power rising with yet another decisive victory. They would soon learn that Lililinda was not the only one with a new trick or two.
The other two vials are a potion of water breathing (clear blue) and a remove disease ( sickly green)
"Alright, it's time we got back to business" she sweeps past everyone striding from her shadowed throne.
The next building seems to be have been recently built. It is a This leaning, ramshackle one-story wooden building with a single wooden
door and no windows. A thin plume of smoke rises from a square hole in the building’s flat roof.
Innis preps her team then encourages Amigail to take point entering. Warded and with a new suit of armor she feels nearly invincible.
Feeling strangely invincible yet trying to be stealthy, Amigail follows Innis's orders after changing into her stinky new armor. Of course, the young woman immediately trips and clangs to the ground before getting up and shrugging to the others.
"New armor...takes some getting used to," she whispers before opening the hut's door.
With the feeling of understanding of her new axe gone, Merelda is again holding it in both hands. The grip is white-knuckled, and her anger is visible in her sneer as Ami reaches for the door. She waves Cinder upward to keep an eye on the roof and smoke-hole.
"Cover us. Be careful!"
Flying upward again, Cinder watches the area around the building and the flat roof, not liking the greasy-smoke rising from the hole in it.
Cinder finds nothing above as he scouts about, but Amigail, Cassandra and Merelda burst through the door to find a room covered with straw mats. To the south is a small stone-lined fire pit filled with smoldering coals, around which sit a dozen empty crates and flat topped rocks used as chairs. The smoke from the fire pit drifts up through a 10-foot square hole in the ceiling.
To the north are three dozen bedrolls, all rolled up and piled against the wall. Nine cult warriors spring to alarm as you interrupt them resting, eating, or praying. None of them wear their armor, though you can see their scythes are all within reach.
Innis smirks as she hears the raised alarm of numerous figures in the building. She tries something new. Innis swiftly raises her voice above the cacophony in a beautifully sharp and melodic series of wordless notes. Like some warrior princess' battle cry it inspires her own women-at-arms to go forth and do battle.
Merelda is feeling lucky that or the goddess is teasing her again.
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Amigail steps forward and hacks at the cultist in the corner .
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With no armour to protect him Amigail's blade cuts deeply into the cultist's shoulder.
With the evilest smile ever, Merelda hisses and steps forward Axe blazing green.
"The Goddess provides..."
1st level spells: 5/day (0 used)
2nd Level spells: 3/day (3 Used)
Judgement: 2/day (0 Used)
Determination: 2/day (0 used)
Bane: 8rds/day (0 used)
With a wink and a nod, Lililinda vanishes from sight.
Cassandra lashed out with a powerful blow at the cultist before her in the hopes of taking him down quickly.
Kirzon stays put as he sends Boros into the building. Boros slithers in as Merelda's words set a few of the cultists on fire.
Cassandra's glaive finally given the needed space to operate effectively cuts down wounded cultist. Lililinda vanishes from sight.
Boros opens its jaws and instantly crushes the head of one of the burning cultists.
With the cultists clearly unprepared for her team Innis lets the warriors do their work offering her supportive blessings
Amigail keeps hacking with her falcata, taking no prisoners. Unfortunately, her strikes continue to be awkward as she gets used to her new armor.
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With a dance step over Boros' narrow bulk, Merelda attacks Black with her green-flamed axe!
"Burn you bastards! Maramaga will feel the Triple Sting of Calistria!"
Amigail swings and cuts through the air while Merelda swings the great axe cutting into the cultist. Somehow he manages to survive but you see he can barely stand.
Lililinda slinks into the northeast corner of the room. The warriors seemed to have things under control, but every little advantage helps. With a word the floor in the southwest corner becomes slick.
Cassandra's glaive slashes another cultist this time ripping his throat. The man fitfully falls to the ground dying as the blood sprays from his wound.
Lililinda reappears and creates a pool of grease on the ground at the feet of several of the cultists. You watch as three of the fall to the ground.
One of the fallen cultists tries to get to his feet only to have Boros large mouth clamp over the cultists's head. There is a pop as the man's neck breaks and he falls to the ground. The other two also attempt to get to their feet with Boros' attention on their dying companion.
You watch as the fire on cultist goes out and he moves moves from the oil slickened floor and sweeps his scythe at Boros hoping in vain to free his now dead companion. The attack misses
Lastly the remaining cultists attack Amigail and Merelda. They miss as well.
Merelda swings and cuts into one of the standing cultists. As blood seeps out of the wound he and his companion attack Merelda both missing.
Amigail shifts into the northwest corner and tries to make mincemeat out of the nearest cultist .
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