The Righteous Shall Rise...

Game Master verdigris

Seeing Serra's greeting, the two Tieflings respond in kind, though their hand crowsbows continue to point in his direction.

One jumps down, mimicking the serraling's bouncy gait as she hops up to inspect the new guy.

"Don't think we've seen you before, stranger. What've you got to trade?"

Several small ivory fetishes hang from her dragon like horns, tinkling like windchimes as she moves.

Serraling lowers his ranseur, keeping it low at the approaching tiefling.

"I don't recognize you either, but I'm sure I don't know all around here," Serraling hisses, his forked tongue slithering around his mouth. "Trade, huh? It's been tough since the food...I mean, future sacrifices, have started to organize and fight back. Our golden altar is now being smelted by the the pre-damned in the Heart, stole from the Tower of Estod." Serraling spits.

"I have these trinkets and these bracers. What have you to bargain with?" Serraling breaks out the unsold bracers +1 and the various holy trinkets.

1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 4 = 27 bluff - evil

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 Perception

Serraling's eyes focus on the tiefling's necklace.

"That's a nice necklace? Are those virgin finger bones? Seems nice..."

Upon hearing the two tieflings discuss trading and sacrifices, the Gnome's eyes widen a bit. He begins to look around a little nervously, trying to surreptitiously keep an eye on his four traveling companions, and then stretches just a bit to make himself look taller.

sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

The tiefling looks past Serraling at the people behind him. "Oh, I was thinking more your live rations you've got..." the tiefling stops, preening at the attention to the finger bones. "What these? Do you like them? Oh no, not when we took them." She calls up to her companion on the wall.

"We need to remember that, Dexl. Take the fingers first."

Serraling nods. Fingers, we're going to remove their fingers when we come back this way.

"Tell you what, let me get inside and report and I'll see what I have leftover to trade. Heck, I might even get paid in slaves. We'll talk good when I get out."

1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 4 = 28 Bluff

Serraling begins to wave his party through.

Grasker stays mute. He has heard many boasts of violence and violation when scouring the city for witches. The banality of evil is common even without influence from outsiders. It is all a matter of priorities.. once the demons are evicted, then the impure can be introduced to the fire that will make up their afterlife.

A wave of revulsion shudders through Beagan, as he tries to compartmentalize and shunt aside those memories. Be strong for Cathyra. For Marret. He follows Serraling's directions, biting back an all-too-familiar taste of bile.

sense motive, come on 20!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Oh come on, everyone leaves something at the wall." She leans in, apparently whispering for Serra alone.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Cole hesitates waiting to see what Serra does. He considers his pack and wonders what would satisfy at tiefling and not cost much money. There is little he'd be willing to give these creatures that doesn't involve cold iron...

Serraling leans in on froggy legs, balancing that with his reptilian tail.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the choice. You can take these tokens of victory that we taken from the fallen," Serraling says offering the '12 good luck charms from various faiths and superstitions', "Or, I can let you have the little one on the way out. He has a skill that I'll need inside, if you know what I mean."

1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 4 = 25 Bluff - evil

perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Grasker hears the offers between the demons and Serraling, and wonders how the demonkind have accomplished such long term plans, when they seem willing to turn on each other or destroy their cultist allies on a whim.

Come on 20!!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
Drexl: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Terrla: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"You lying son of a crusader's whore! You're not going to bring him back at all!"
Terrla reaches out, trying to grab Serralings lying forked tongue, but misses due to the hissing.

Drexl laughs from on top of the wall to see his companion thwarted, he non the less lowers his crossbow to take aim at Serra.

Round 1, no surprise (no one was really surprised, were they?)Serra is up, dangit!

Beagan looks the Tiefling slowly up and down, his eyes tracing her form, and nods, nervously licking his lips, eyes widening in a fearful, pleading manner.

I do have skills.

Round 1, Init 22

Flustered that his cover was blown what were the chances!? Serraling hops behind the woman and strikes her before she can act.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 to hit;
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8 damage.

Not used to waddling in his soldier's stance on his froggy legs, Serraling's ranseur goes wide.

Round: 1, Initiative: 20

Cole moves up and draws his bow. He shoots at the tiefling directly over him on the wall, hoping to knock him off.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11 (point blank)

If there's cover, -4 to hit. sigh.

Round 1

The Gnome draws his sword while stepping smartly forward.

"Oh, he would have brought me back. I wouldn't have passed up the chance to dance with you!" He smiles derisively, and spits out "Ma'am!" as he strikes.

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 = 181d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Round 1 so far

Serra hops past the tiefling on the ground, but misses when he tries to stab her.

Cole has no such problems when he shoots her companion on the wall, the arrow burrowing right through his chain shirt.

Beagan, perhaps upset with the way things have worked out, takes his issue right up to Terrla herself. -6 to Terrla from the raging gnome.

! OUCH! Such language!

Grasker delays, thinking of other things...

Drexl, finally decides to help Terrla out, and fires at the little gnome, preferring chicken to frog legs. Unfortunately, he overestimates how much gnome there is, and misses.

attack on Beagan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d8 ⇒ 8

Round 1 Init 16

Grasker delays, distracted by the thought that in perhaps some far flung world a change made to an online character sheet was never updated.

:)

Round 1, Init 11

Eli steps in back of Beagan, intent on taking advantage of flank. Rank Fighting, Eli doesn't suffer penalty from Beagan's position

Hammer: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16 for 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 damage

Round 1, summary

Serra hops by and tries to hit the tiefling on the ground but misses, Cole hits Drexl up on the wall, but he doesn't fall. Beagan slams Terrla with his bastard sword and calls her bad names. Grasker delays, Eli misses Terrla.

Terrla rounds on the little guy.

attack on Beagan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 but she misses as well.

"Get Down here, Drexl!"

Delay to Grasker, otherwise Top of Round two, Serra is up!

Round 2, Init 22

Trying to help Cole with the wall-ling, Serraling draws his little wand (of Magic Missile, not the big wand he also has), and invokes his power at the wall archer.

"KHAZ-MOOK!"

2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4 Force Damage (10/11 charges left)

Serraling drops the wand to put both hands on his ranseur, again focused on the she-tiefling.

Round: 2, Initiative: 20

Cole takes a pair of shots at Drexl, trying to help him down off the wall.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 = 9 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14 (point blank)

Clearly he's paying too much attention to Eli however, and he misses wide.

At the end of round 1 Grasker will put away his old sword and draw Radiance.

Round 2

After both Tieflings miss him, Beagan grins broadly and chuckles. "You two can't hit a Gnome? I've been whipped by humans with less skill than you. PA - thetic!"

He grins and winks as he swings again. "C'mon, let's really dance!"
Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 141d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Grasker sheathes his old sword and draws Radiance, a golden light spilling out into the early morning gloom.

Round 2,

Serra pulls a wand and fires it off at Drexl, the force missiles striking the tiefling in the chest.

Cole tries to follow suit, but is apparently paying attention to other things.

Beagan mouths off again, but misses this time!

Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Drexl: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 (-15hp)
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
Terrla: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 (-6hp)
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 10-

Drexl jumps down, drops his crossbow and draws his sword to join the fray. His leg nearly buckles beneath him, but he perseveres and closes with Serra, but the pain in his leg distracts him.

jump: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 nonlethal: 1d6 ⇒ 6

attack on Serra: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 2, Init 11

Eli tries once more to injure the corrupted soul in front of him, becoming more anxious that the longer they are left alive, the greater the chance of being found out on the approach to the Garrison.

Hammer: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 = 17 for 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 damage

Round of AoO

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 to hit;
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 = 8 damage.

Serra attacks Drexl on the way by, but misses, much the way the tiefling missed him. They could still be friends after all!

Ely, though, is making no friends today; for his hammer crashes into Terrla's fetishes, hitting her in the shoulder and ripping a few bones off the necklace.

Round 2, Init 10+

Terrla 5 foot steps to flank with her friend.

attack on Serra: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 131d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (1, 6) = 13

Grasker will march forward at the end of Round 2, bathed in Radiance's illumination.

Seeing a row of tieflings, he attacks the nearest one, hoping that Sir Serra has not changed shape since he was last visible.

Radiance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Sir Serra, is that you with the frog legs?

Unfortunately just being able to see the tieflings doesn't help Grasker's aim. He misses all the tieflings, though Radiance looks Fabulous!

Top of the round, Serra is up.

Round 3, Init 22

Trying to help Cole with the wall-ling, Serraling draws his big wand (of Magic Missile, not the even bigger wand still), and invokes his power at the tief archer.

"KHAZ!"

3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 2) + 3 = 9 Force Damage (30/31 charges left)

Serraling drops the wand to put both hands on his ranseur, again focused on the she-tiefling.

Round: 3, Initiative: 20

Burning through arrows with little to show for it, Cole takes another pair of shots at Terrla, his only current target (though with cover).
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 5 - 3 = 6 (point blank, cover) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13 (point blank)
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 5 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 3 = 8 (point blank, cover) damage: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 = 9 (point blank)

You've got to be kidding me!

Round 3

Serra pulls another wand and drops Drexl where he stands.

Serra Iondri Phaer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Cole Zeff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Beagan Berelcar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Drexl: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 (-24hp)
Elyanius Myoch: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11
Terrla: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 (-6hp)
Grasker: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 10-

Round 3

As the three Tieflings dance with each other, Beagan rushes forward provoking an AoO from Terlaa and moves to attack her from the side.

He grins as he swings again. "Can't get rid of a Gnome. Once you go Gnome, you won't go back... "
Sword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 201d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Beagan strikes Terrla again, taunting her with his gnomeness.

She blanches as Drexl falls, but she's not willing to run from a gnome.

attack on mouthy Beagan again: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Missing, however, She reconsiders, and runs!

Round 3, Init 11

Hammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 for 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 damage

If Beagan gets an AoO

Sword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"Running from a Gnome? Really?"

Grasker tries again with Radiance:

Radiance: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

And down she goes!

Eli's hammer falls again, just before Radiance plunges into the tiefling's side. Beagan tries to show he's as good as any of the others, but misses this time around.

Round of AoO

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 to hit;
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 = 6 damage.

After eying the frog-legged one for a bit, he'll wipe off his blade and help investigate the fallen.

Serraling shakes his head, surprised that it came down to combat.

"I tried hard to avoid this, but she wouldn't accept the gnome in payment." Serraling hisses with a smile as he picks up and re-stows his wands.

"Let us do a quick looting and move on."

Serraling will take a quick gander for magics and then proceed to the Grey Garrison main door.

With combat over, Grasker will put away the distinctively magical sword and make sure his mask is still in place.

"We should hide these bodies in case there are patrols."

He will drag them over to the wall, away from the opening, once everyone is done with potential looting.

Two short swords, two MWK chain shirts, two MWk hand crossbows,smokestick, 3 strings of finger bones, bloodroot (2 doses), oil of taggit (1 dose), tindertwigs (5),103gp.

Cole hangs his head and gathers up his misses...

low is bad for me: 1d2 ⇒ 2
low is bad for me: 1d2 ⇒ 1
low is bad for me: 1d2 ⇒ 2
low is bad for me: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Once he's gathered his arrows, he joins the others ready to move ahead.

Having slaughtered the two guards (that were just doing their job, I might add), the party continues into Old Kenabres. The streets are as quiet as tombs, save for the muted sounds of the clashing skirmishers diverted by the courage of Defender's Heart. Two Howlers set upon the group, but were dispatched in short order.

Soon, the bulk of a large building looms into view. A large stretch of buckled ground and rubble stretches before the Gray Garrison, an aptly named structure that squats across from the open ground that once stood before the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell. That cathedral is no more—nothing remains but a towering mound of rubble and a deep, jagged rift in the ground.

This is the place from the scale's vision. This is where *she* died to save them.

There is no sign of Terendelev's body amongst the rubble, not even a single scale.

Across the courtyard, two hideously obese naked men armed with scythes stand guard outside the only obvious entrance to the Garrison, though a keen eye also sees a single small window some 25 feet up.

We'll be using last night's map for the outside area. I'm assuming you're sneaking but if you are just walking up to the doors, let me know.

If everyone leaves something at the wall, Serraling will do a quick search for a treasure trove that we might have missed.

Serraling lowers his ranseur, wiping the blood on the body as Grasker stows the bodies away. He will renew his transformation using his scale (2/3 used).

"We were close there, but these tieflings got lucky. Let's go, same plan," Serraling says as he begins to hop towards the main entrance, openly.

Having just passed the wall, he assumes that his credentials have been 'checked'.

oops, forgot the knowledge checks

"Well well well, who do we have here and what have you brought with you?" the rolling puddles of fat leer at the group, one of them licking his lips as his mouth already begins to water.