The Righteous Shall Rise...

Game Master verdigris

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

He turns to the others as they approach, "Crusaders surround a woman praying for help. I don't like it."

Shouting at the Crusaders as he moves closer, "Yeah, hey there! Just what exactly are you doing to that fine woman?"

Cole's bow is out, and visible, but not drawn.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Perception

Serra looks on, moving a bit closer to see what the crusaders are doing. He stand next to Cole, looking knightly.

"Stand down, citizen. We do the gods' work! It is for the greater good! Now go home old man and let it worry you not!" The largest of the crusaders turns to face Cole, his sword half drawn. His companions follow suit. It is an eerie tableau, their faces each a mask of fanatacism.

"Which gods would that be exactly? Looks to me like you mean to do this woman harm, and I don't see the sense in that unless she's possessed by demons."

He takes a long look at the kneeling woman surrounded by heavily armed and armored crusaders, "...And she doesn't look possessed to me. I don't mean to be difficult, er, sir, but I'll have your answer."

He's comforted by Serra's bulk next to him. If they charge there'll be two of us at least taking the hits.

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (20) - 3 = 17

Serra backs up Cole.

"You heard the Old Ma--uh, I mean, you heard Cole! As the ranking knight here, I order you to stand down and explain yourselves."

1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21 Bluff - Knightlyness

Eli leans in to hear Cole assess the scenario. He listens to the exchange of words, none of it relaxed. I hear no demons amongst them. Only desperation, and desperation spawns violence when it's questioned.

He stands back, the diplomacy already underway.

Seeing the confrontation and discussion, Beagan watches the discussion as he slowly slips off his overstuffed saddle bags and pack.

Beagan(Perception): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9
Xanthos(Perception): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Both rider and corpse-bearer are concentrating too much on their sizable loads to notice much of anything other than Cole and Serra's apprehension.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

"Human sacrifice? Did we fight all those demon cultists only to find our crusaders have fallen to their false promises?"

"Which demon have you pledged yourself to, that demands public execution?"

diplomacy to shame: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Grasker talks but it does little to improve the situation.

Eli mutters under his breath. "If only they'd react... to words... and not brute force..." He desires something... a show of strength, without resorting to violence. He remembers back to a time when larger kids could cow smaller kids by size alone... Eli casts Enlarge Person on himself.

Grasker will cast Detect Evil and scan the crowd (and also, the party).

Unfortunately only clerics of evil deities, evil outsiders or evil critters level 4+ will glow

Round 1, init 21

"Be off with you lot! Your ignorance is showing. Everyone knows that sheathing a sword in the blessed blood of a virgin will grant it extra power against the demonic hordes! Hold her, Marla! I hate to drag this out, but it's clear these ruffian's intend to interfere!"

The crusader in blue, his sword already half drawn, draws it the rest of the way and rushes forward.

Though the evidence in front of them seems irrefutable, Grasker does not sense any evil in the immediate vicinity. Fear to the point of desperation, though, there is plenty.

and Ely is up. He was able to begin his spell, so could be fully large now.

Round 1, Init 20

Eli looks down... wait, why am I looking down on him...? and realizes that his will carried him to alter his own size. This feels... awkward. He eyes the advancing crusader, stepping forward to intercept him.

"So, you take lessons from drunken bards, intent on mixing metaphors? How exactly did you determine her purity?" His frustration gets the better of him.

Cold Iron Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 10 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) + 3 + 1 = 9 damage

Round: 1, Initiative: 19

Cole attempts to diffuse the situation, ”Virgin?! I had her last week behind the parade grounds. Sir, you are…” until he sees Eli step up on the crusader and swing.

Then he shrugs F**# it, bad day. and joins in, shooting the blue crusader. If he drops on the first shot (hahahaa!), he’ll target the yellow crusader next (-1 to hit and damage due to distance).

Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 (point blank)

Unused to being so big, Ely's attack misses the advancing crusader.

"Dont be daft! OF *course* we checked!" The girl gasps to be discussed like some farm animal and attempts to bite the one holding her. With help so close at hand, hope flares in her eyes.

"If you had her last week, you missed the mark, man! "

The woman in the red cloak backhands the girl for her attempted bite, then soothes it with a gentler carress. "Look what you're doing! You're scaring her! Go on about your business and let us go on about ours!"

Beagan, Xanthos, Serra and Grasker are up.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

They're inhuman. Must be foreigners.

"Lads, these so-called crusaders would kill this innocent. To arms against their ignorance!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Something dark passes behind Eli's clouded eyes. A memory not his own, but given freely. You've passed your judgment, now stand ready for ours. I'll see each of your heads split open like ripe melons.

Round 1, Init 11

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 Perception

Serra waddles up to get a better look at the women. He squints as he gets closer.

"Oh yeah, Cole, you're right! This is that whore we had week," Serra smiles at the memory, turning to the crusaders to explain. "This one here is one of them secret Calistrians...and they use their healing magics to fix their 'down there parts'. Sure, it costs extra, but it's worth it."

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 Bluff - unsavory acts with the woman

"Me and Cole had her last week. Good thing we got here before you killed a perfectly good whore."

Serra enters his defensive soldier's stance. Total defense.

Grasker will draw his sword and move forward 30 feet, readying to strike if the crusaders approach.

readied attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Look this ritual is absurd. You just need cold iron to easily hurt the demons. And a paladin's blessing, sometimes. Even I can channel such spells, by Iomadae!"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Sadly it isn't likely they'll go for the offer.

sense motive Red: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
sense motive yellow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
sense motive blue: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
sense motive gray: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Can they do that?!?" the crusader with the yellow shield turns back to the woman in the red cloak. "Doesn't that technically mean she still counts? I mean, if the gods themselves, even Calistria, put it back to rights, then surely it counts.... doesn't it? His voice wavers on the end, as if he is less certain.

"I think you're right, Delbrig. Even Calistria wishes for our success! For that matter, perhaps we could have her, you know, do it again. If she survives. Maybe do not stab overly deep and the Savored Sting will fix her again."

"'Tis not absurd, you Kenebraen Fool!" taunts the one in blue. "Did you not hear your friend; even the gods have made special provisions for times such as these!"

Beagan and Xanthos are up, followed by the yellow and gray.

"Fools! You don't know what you're talking about! I was a leatherman in a Calistrian temple for 20 years!" He moves towards the group, tapping his large shield emblazoned with the Calistrian tri-dagger symbol. "If you harm an unwilling victim who was re-envirginated by the Savored Sting, She will curse you, not give you assistance against demons! "

"Of course, if you do hurt her without my permission, then I can take my vengeance upon you just like happened to him!" His sword points back at the corpse sitting on Xanthos. "Come and show them, my pet!"

Upon his urging, Xanthos moves up, hauling the corpse of Horgus on his back, and snorting at those threatening the girl. "Now let her go or face Calistrian vengeance!"

Intimidate(Beagan): 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 4 = 20
Intimidate Aid(Xanthos): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Uhhh, Sir? That's not what I think it is on the little guy's shield, is it?" The one with the yellow shield balks, not quite fleeing, but neither does he attack.

The one in gray has no such qualms. He charges forward, attacking the Calistrian in a rage. Everything had been so simple until these fools came along. "You're ruining everything!"

charge, longsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 = 271d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
charge, longsword, to confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 231d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Round 2, Init 21

crusader in blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
crusader in red cloak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
crusaderwith yellow shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
crusader all gray: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

The crusader in blue looks at Ely and then at Beagan, then takes off, running for his life.

probably provokes from Ely, and then Ely, and Cole are up.

Round: 2, Initiative: 19

Cole 5’ steps and shoots around Sir Beagan, at the Gray Crusader.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 20 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 (point blank)

Round 2, Init 20

Eli lashes out at the retreating degenerate.

AoO: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 25 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) + 3 + 1 = 13 damage

Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 21 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 6) + 3 + 1 = 17 damage

He then moves directly at the remaining ones still threatening the woman. "Step away from her if you value your life."

Ely's anger finds a target, his enlarged hammer smashing the fleeing crusader into a better life. Falling to the ground, the man doesn't move.

Cole fires almost immediately after, at the leader in gray. His first arrow misses, but his second strikes the man in between a couple of the plates of his armor.

Ely advances on the threatening woman, warning her of the dire consequences of her actions.

oops, didn't let Anevia go.

Anevia growls, and looses an arrow from her bow, before joining the others.

short bow on red: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Her arrow bounces off the woman's armor, though it does draw her attention.

Round 2, Init 18

The woman in the red cloak sees the battle turning and tries to get the woman to get to her feet. Unfortunately, the younger woman sees the direction of things as well and refuses to budge.

In a fit of frustration, the woman stabs the girl where she sits.

"USELESS! If you'll not go with me willingly, I'll take the only part of you worth anything now!" The blade sinks deep, though not deeply enough to end the girl's life. The woman, having what she was after, turns tail and begins to run.

longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The girl screams fade into sobs as she clutches the wound.
Ely's readied action goes off, and he swings at the man with the yellow shield, but doesn't connect.

Beagan, Serra and Grasker are up!

Round 2, Init 12

"She stabbed her! She STABBED her!" The color of the Gnome's face matches his beret and his armor.

"Serra! Grasker! Can you get her?"

Beagan totally ignores the Grey Crusader who just sliced deeply into his small form. Making sure not to get in the way of his swifter comrades, he runs after the woman who struck into the virgin, shouting "Vengeance shall be mine saith the Lord R!"

Beagan delays until after Serra and Grasker, and then runs to the gap in the wall, probably provoking an AoO.

Round 2, Init 11

Serra moves up to the woman, calling for help.

"Grasker! I need your Light!"

1d100 ⇒ 89 happy > 15

Cast Grease as noted (and the 2 squares off map), DC 14 reflex or fall prone.

Serra utters a memory, a smear of grease slathering the ground in bittersweet remembrance of his parents.

Grease for when she tries to move away, need Acro check.

reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Serra's memory somehow affects the ground beneath the woman in the red cloak, coating it in a sweet smelling grease his mother used to burn in the family's spring lamps. Her feet slide out from underneath her, leaving her prone on the ground.

Grasker is up

Serra looks down at Kastor, equally concerned for the woman's safety.

"We need a healer's touch. Grasker or Ely should be able to handle it," Serra says grimly.

Grasker will move forward and channel healing energy, placing the stabbed woman in the radius and leaving out the living opponent.

2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

Grasker rushes to the girl's side and heals her, wound.

Beagan rushes after the escaping woman in red, drawing an attack from the leader of the group in gray.

longsword AOO on Beagan: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

The man in yellow looks left, right, and behind him, seeking to flee as well. He chooses away from Ely. Unfortunately, that is towards the young woman.

The Lord giveth... and the Lord taketh away....
Grasker's burst gives Beagan revived health just before the swipe of the Grey Crusader slices into him again as he runs past, entirely focused on vengeance against the slicer of the virgin.

Round 2, Init 8

Gray attacks the next closest target for his anger, swinging on Cole.

longsword on cole: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Don't you know what you've done?!?!"

Ely is up! Cole is next.

Round 3, Init 20

Eli sees nothing but the blood on the blade. He moves without regard for the other foe, seeking to strike the prone desecration.

Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 25 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5, 3) + 3 + 1 = 15 damage

Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 14 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5, 6) + 3 + 1 = 17 damage

Ely, releases his fury on the prone woman, crushing her with one blow of his mighty hammer. The sweet scent of the grease lingers on its heads, mingled with something sharper that bites at the senses.

Eli shudders as he slowly raises his hammer. There were three of them. Two of them to hold her down, one to keep watch. That's what you told me, right? You said so many things, but that seems the least false of it all. There were three of them. Three.

Eli draws his gaze around, and sees the third still near his... near the woman. You're next.

Round: 3, Initiative: 19

"Don't you know what you've done?!?!"

”Let’s see, saved an innocent from your unrighteous slaughter? A good day I think.”

Cole 5’ steps back and shoots at the Gray Crusader.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6 (point blank)

Sadly both shots go well wide of their mark as he continues to dance with the crusader.

Due to a technical difficulty with breathing, the crusader in red yields her turn to Beagan, Serra and Grasker.

Round 3, Init 11

Serra smiles as Grasker's healing washes over them and saves the woman's life.

"Feel that Kastor? The healing power of a god. Good godly healers are as important to battles as valiant knights. Always be on their good side," Serra notes.

Serra enters his soldiers waddle and moves to protect Cole. He nods for Anevia to take the other side, holding his own strike until she is ready.

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21 to hit; (impeding flank)
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage.

Round 3, init 12

The Righteous Paladin of the Big R turns on the man in yellow, "Stand down and face the Justice of the Big R!"

The gnome raises his hand and a half sword, ready to strike the man dead if he should move a muscle.

Anevia nods to Serra, her jaw set. She drops her bow and draws her short sword, swinging with deadly intent upon the leader of this crazed group of crusaders.

short sword, plus sneak attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 201d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (2, 3) = 10

Both Serra and Anevia wound the man mightily, though he doesnt back down.

The man in yellow lowers his sword for a moment, then continues his sprint for freedom. yes, he's running.

The leader in Gray turns, taking his fight to Serra.

attack on Serra: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Ely is up....

Moving for Ely, since I believe he's away today

Round 4, Init 20

Ely takes off after the one in yellow, catching up with him some ways down the street please ignore positioning on map, I just dont want to make a new one for a single blow.

He swings his mighty hammer at the man's babbling head as he begs for mercy, but misses in the blood red haze of his rage.

mighty hammer on cowardly yellow babbler: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 123d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) + 3 + 1 = 12

Cole, Beagan, and Serra are up!

Round 4, Init 11

Serra steps again into flank and tries to take down the leader. Blood gushes from his wound, but this brave knight fights on.

Beads of sweat begin to pearl upon Serra's forehead as his ragged breath belie his ability to fight much longer.

1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11 to hit; (flank)
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage.

Knights fight.

AC 17. HP 13/20

Round 3

Grasker will walk over and attack what looks like a still living opponent.

I thought this person was killed earlier by Eli? Maybe I'm confused by map changes, disregard if out of reach.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Round 4, Init 12

Seeing the foe cloaked in yellow flee, both Beagan and Eli had missed their first chance to bring him to justice. The Gnome follows his enlarged friend, his little legs not moving as fast as his Eli's giant strides, but he tries to stay as close as possible.

Hurrying as fast as he can to not let friend and foe pass too far away, he tries to be ready to back up the enlarged hammer with his little Gnoman sword and his sometimes over-exuberant fighting spirit.

Round 4, Grasker, round 3, you channeled to excellent effect. Ely smooshed blue and red, but I dont think he's smooshed gray yet.

Grasker joins Serra and Anevia in fighting the leader, but just misses in his attack.

Beagan is up

*sigh* I completely missed the little gnoman ninja up there.

The man in yellow, realizing he can't outrun the giant, raises his sword in trembling hands. He steps up, hoping to appease him in some odd fashion. "Look, I don't care anymore! You can have her! I...I just wanted to fight the demons...." Clearly scared out of his wits, the man just wants to leave.

***** meanwhile, back at the temple****

The man in gray strikes again, this time at Anevia. He steps out of the ever tightening circle and swings. Bloody and tired, still he refuses to yield. "You will see. History will be on my side!"

longsword on Anevia: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Anevia glowers as she returns the man's attack."History will see you for the coward that you! You've all but invited the demons to take up residence in your soul!" The normally quiet woman growls as she hobbles to cut off any escape. Her blood marks her path, but she doesn't stop.

"You're worse than the Demons! You should know better."

Ely is up.

Round 5, Init 20

Eli looks down on the defiler, tilting his head a little. "Ah, you've lost your zeal, is that it? The price for virgin blood too heavy for you now?" He studies the coward, appropriately donned in yellow. He moves just enough to catch him with the range of his enlarged hammer.

"You run, when you should be begging for forgiveness from the woman you allowed to be slaughtered. You forget that part of fighting demons is defending the defenseless. I must agree with you. I don't care either."

Cold Iron Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 22 for 3d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6, 4) + 3 + 1 = 18 damage

Three. There were three. No longer. It is enough... for now.

Ely's hammer makes short work of the man in yellow. His last sound is a whimper, before the weapon's head resounds upon his own. There is little left, so little left.

*********

Cole, Beagan, Serra are up.

Round: 4, Initiative: 19

Cole 5’ steps closer, but he cannot avoid cover as he shoots the remaining (Gray) crusader.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 3 = 5 (point blank, cover) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 11 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 3 = 19 (point blank, cover) damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9 (point blank)