The Righteous Shall Rise...

Game Master verdigris

"A font you say? Sacred? Serif or sans-serif, Beagan?"

"Hmmm, this doesn't look like a Qadiran or Kelishite basin to me."

Amazed by the effect of the water on his symbol, he utters a prayer of thanks. "Serra, look! The Big R's liberation cleanses all!"

A thought crosses his mind, and he turns, trying to speak forcefully enough for the rear of the party to hear.

"Hey - I think this is a font of divinish-kind-of-water. It seems to wash icky-nastiness away, so maybe it does that to evil, too. Jurin, do you still have the defaced symbol? Maybe the water will re-holy-fy it?"

He's seen 'special brews' do all kinds of neat stuff, so he thinks it's worth a try. "Or maybe we should wash the crazy guy who attacked us? If he can be saved, maybe the water will help liberate him from evil. Eli, you know stuff. What do you think?" If he can't be saved, maybe the holy water will bring him true justice.

Excited by the action of the water, he reaches up and touches Ragathiel's symbol on the door with his own. He exclaims "I'm here, Big R!" as he tries to open the door and step to see what's inside.

Beagin strides confidently into the antechamber. Having a divine experience with the water from the holy font, he calls out to Jurin about possibly "re-holy-fying" the defaced symbol of Iomedae, but doesn't wait for an answer before turning his attention to the interior door.

With a loud prayer to his god, he opens the door.

Broken stone benches line this narrow room. The air is cold and stale, and thick layers of dust cover the floor, benches, and a large altar at the far end of the room.

Near the front of the nave, a cowled figure sits facing the large symbol at the far end of the room, murmuring, either to himself, or possibly in prayer.

"Serra, look! The Big R's liberation cleanses all!"

"Hey - I think this is a font of divinish-kind-of-water. It seems to wash icky-nastiness away, so maybe it does that to evil, too. Jurin, do you still have the defaced symbol? Maybe the water will re-holy-fy it?"

Serra only nods at the gnome's pronouncements of sanctity, not fully understanding what this building holds.

"Tis true the waters hold much power," Serra says disbelieving, placating the gnome. And the barflies from my inn would claim the same from my ales. Jurin was right...I battle my barflies within these walls.

Said for the first time ever: "Jurin was right."

"Careful in that room, Beagan. I have your back," Serra says as the gnome opens the door.

As the door opens, Serra's sunrod shining behind him reveals a corner of the room. Tugging on his companion to bring more light into the room, he spies through the shadows ahead. Excited to see what a sanctuary of the Big R actually looks like, the Gnome is about to jump out of his skin with excitement, especially when he sees a praying figure. But as he views the dust and the broken benches, it doesn't look quite right.

He breathes deeply, reviewing the sacrifice of those who brought him here to re-invigorate his courage.

His keen Gnoman eyes peruse the figure in the shadows, as he speaks to Serra with a worried whisper. "There's a guy in there praying. That can't be right after all these years of dust and decay, can it? Maybe Eli or the Elf would know..."

With a nervous, edgy step, he doesn't wait for an answer but enters the room, shield with Calistrian daggers aloft in one hand. His other arm is high in front of him, as he proudly displays a bare forearm painted with Ragathiel's rune in bright, vibrant colors.

"Ho there. Are you a servant of the Lord of Liberation?"

Serra will aid the brave Sir Beagan, bringing light into the room as needed with this bucklered hand, his other hand clutching his cold iron starknife.

"We should wait for the knight to clear the building. Beak and Serra can do it. But what will they find inside? More worms and flies?"

Jurin stands ready for Serra to cry out in pain or distress.

"Ho there. Are you a servant of the Lord of Liberation?"

"The Lord of Liberation? The Lord of Vengeance? Yess, can you not see his Hand here?!" The man rises to his feet, approaching up the aisle as he talks.

"And you, little warrior? What brings you here?"

"The Lord of Liberation? The Lord of Vengeance?"

"Hmmm, must be from a different order."

He tries to suss out whether this one might be an elf who has been in some sort of deep meditation for ages while the temple fell around him. His eyes slowly scan this person, looking for any symbols or obvious clues as to his affiliation.

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

"And you, little warrior? What brings you here?"

"Why, I'm here because of the Big R, here to do his will." He stands up tall and straight, displaying the symbol painted on his forearm proudly ahead, speaking earnestly but straight-forwardly. "I'm on a mission from god."

Serra leans in to look at the speaker and to look around.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Perception

Race? Any holy symbols? Anything?

"Why, I'm here because of the Big R, here to do his will." He stands up tall and straight, displaying the symbol painted on his forearm proudly ahead, speaking earnestly but straight-forwardly. "I'm on a mission from god."

"The Big... R?" The man raises his head, looking straight into Beagan's eyes and right up in his face. Blood red eyes meet his, and surely only "The Big R"'s blessing helps him see through the "man"'s disguise, for surely whatever it is that stands before him is no longer truly alive. He raises his claws to strike, but Beagan is the faster.

Serra tries to see inside, but the door and Beagan's upraised shield get in the way. He does see the man's head, though, and the ragged hem of his cowl.

Surprise round, Beagan, Priestly Guy
Beagan goes first

Surprise Round

As the man approaches, peering Gnoman eyes spot something very un-BigR-like. He just has time to raise his shield as he perceives the horror of the creature's unliving essence.

His voice booms in surprise and disgust. "You're not really alive, are you, unholy creature!"

Holding his shield ahead, his painted arm slips down to draw his god's big sword and he steps forward.

"Begone from this holy place, you foul fiend!"

Draw sword and take a 5' step

Surprise Round

"Poor believer! He will Fail YOU as WELL! But I will save you from the DESPAIR!!!!!" With that, the man raises arms, bearing 2 inch long claws on both hands. The sleeves of his robes fall back, exposing the dessicated remains of his arms, even to Serra.

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 plus a fort if hit
claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 plus a fort if hit

But it has been so long since he's had anything fresh to attack, that he misses, catching only the air above Beagan's head.

Beyond the room, Beagan's challenge filters back to the others. Anevia grabs her bow and looks about, Aravashnyel reaches for his component pouch, and Horgus moans, "Not Again?!?!?"

Begin Round 1
Beagan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Elyanius: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Cole: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
priest: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Serra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Beagan, Eli, Cole are up

The dice rollers must be playing tricks, as those numbers clearly hit. AA has confirmed the attacks did connect:

Round 1, Initiative 19

The claws easily bypass the Gnome's shield and reach down and slice through the little one's leathers, leaving long, deep gashes in his flesh. Red Gnomish blood pumps onto the scarlet leather, leaving Beagan torn and wet with his own goo and guts.

Thinking of the sacrifices of Cathyra, of Marret, of Terendelev. "Really? Is that all you got, dry bones?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Assuming he still stands after the Fortitude saves:

He steps back behind the being, preventing the defiled creature from reaching the Big R's holy altar.

"Return to the dust where you belong! When we are done, we will wash your unholy dust away with that wonderful, sacred, sizzling-with-a-divine-spark water the Big R left for us!"

He swings his sword down hard, trying to ignore the pain of the slashes across his body.

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 161d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 1, Initiative 14

Hearing the clear sounds of combat, Cole surges forward and attacks the first thing he sees that isn’t a party member.
Long Bow (cold iron, piercing): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18 (point blank) damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 (point blank)

He looks over the creature facing him.

”What is that thing?”

Don’t have knowledge religion, but just in case, nature +4 or planes +5
Knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Round 1, Init 19

"What?! Unholy creature?! Beagan??" Eli feels a mounting frustration at what appears to be several obstacles to his moving into the building. Hammer, priest, Serra, Cole... bah!

Eli leans his hammer against the cavern wall, and steps up behind Serra, extending his hand, and planting it on the knight's back. He resists the urge to shove the knight into action more quickly. At least he can't retreat again. My hand won't let him have that thought to entertain.
Protection from Evil

"Make haste, sir Serra. Master Beagan needs you."

Round 1, Init 12

Beagan strikes back quickly, scratching the gaunt creature in front of him. The things eyes blaze with malevolence as it strikes back, but misses this time. No, really. Also, only one claw since it should have only been one last time.

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Serra, Grasker, Jurin, you're up.

Round 1, Init 11

"It's a creepy guy in a cowl! And his has long claws! Follow me on the way in, I'll draw his anger," Serra says in a voice that is strangely more heroic than usual, bolstered by the return of Kastor and gift of Ely.

Serra enters his soldier's defensive stance (takes total defense) and carefully waddles until he is shoulder to shoulder with brave Sir Beagan, the Brave.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 Know (religion) - Cowly thing, what is it?

Provoking movement.
AC 19+4=23 and +2 more if target is evil.
Round 1 of 10 of PfE.

Round 1

Serra crabs his way into the room, drawing the creature's ire, though the slashing claws miss. The Rolly Polly Knight studies the cowled creature, trying to figure out just what he – it– is!

AOO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Huecuva!!

Serra's eyes widen as the dawning revelations begin to join together, piecing together his past with his present. Serra grits his teeth and speaks truth.

"From the lost love of the gods, it's a huecuva! I'd not heard of these since the Othoe Wars!" Serra explains while he maintains his defensive stance. "Back then it was the Huecuva Meredith who was turned by Othoe's influence into forsaking her commitment to Erastil! Cursed she was! In undeath and death!"

Serra's mind goes back to the second Othoe War for Falcon's Hallow.

Oh Meredith! You were once mother to one of my father's allies, Nimeon. Oh we cursed you when you came back...just like Erastil did.

You came leading a pack of zombies, keen and bent on destruction of what you once held dear: family, community, and Falcon's Hallow.

Serra's memory fails him, but he recalls the drinking after the battle and some say it was a silver arrow Nimeon's magic bow that took her heart...just after she had broken Nimeon's with the revelation of her new form.

"Silver? Or magic?! Or both! Try them both if you have them!"

Round 1

Grasker will have his weapons ready and move into the building, getting into a flanking position around the false priest after pressing past Horgus and Eli.

Double move

knowledge religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"You see a huecuva? They are fortified versus all but magic and silver!"

Ahem.. magic or silver. Thanks GM Verdigris

Round 1

Beagan's sword merely scratches through the dust on the huecuva. The creature missed with a swipe at Beagan's nose. Eli moves up, casting a benediction on Serra.

Serra joins the fight, ranting about the past and calling out that the creature is a huecuva, and it will need magic, silver or possibly both to hurt the creature. Grasker joins the others and agrees with Serra.

Rounds 1/2

Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 2
Beagan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Elyanius: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Cole: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
priest: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Serra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Jurin, Beagan, Eli are up

Round 2, Initiative 19

Beagan totters a bit, slashed and bloodied, but the reasons that brought him here spur him on. He will not abandon a place dedicated to his Lord.

”Big R, please aid us!" Magic or silver? What could be… "The water might be magical." At least it burned-sizzled-popped when te Gnome used it. "Cole, maybe you could dip your arrows in it!"

Seeing the scout move into position behind the remnant of a man, and realizing the slice of his blade did not seem to penetrate the foe, he shifts on his feet. He holds his shield firmly ahead, feet dancing him a step back whenever the claws come close. His sword only threatens to slice forward when he sees Grasker lunge.

He fights defensively, and attempts to aid Grasker’s next attack.

Aid Another (Grasker's attack): 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 - 4 = 8
(Attack + flank - fighting defensive)

And the Gnome's attempt at waving his sword seem not to distract the clawed man...

Round 1

Jurin moves into the building and draws his sword.

"Baker! Your bread is full of maggots and your larder full of flies! I'd like to lodge a complaint!"

Serra you turned my grandmother into a huecuva?

Round 2, Initiative 14

Watching Serra draw the creature’s attack, Cole thinks a short moment. If you don’t get in there, you won’t have a clean shot. But is a clean shot worth the risk of melee combat? You have no silver blade do you smart one?

Cole takes the risk anyway, and slips into the building (provoking an AoO if the creature has combat reflexes). He takes up a position against the wall with a clear shot and makes it - this time drawing a silver arrow to make his point. Er, well, it’s a blunt arrow, so not point, but you get his drift…

Long Bow (silver/blunt): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 24 (dragon scale, point blank) damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 (point blank)

As the shaft hits, Cole wonders what the shiny is blathering about. the Othoe wars? What is he on about? Cant' he keep quiet for 5 seconds without opening his mouth and shouting? I guess everyone approaches combat in their own way - and it may make him more of a target that me - and that's a good thing.

He hisses to Serra, "What's that Serra? Tell me about the Othoe wars...

Round 2, Init 19

Eli moves back towards the others, and tries to assure them that all is under control inside the building. "From the size of the structure, I think that the others will require all of its interior to overcome the foulness. Best remain where we are."

Eli reaches out to Jurin, before he heads too far in, and asks her to bring forth the same protections as she lent to Serra. When it doesn't come forth, Eli frowns. Not possible, what? Are you sure? It would be most helpful at this very moment. No? Alright then, but it would be good to know that beforehand. No, no, I'm sorry. I'm blessed to have what can be done. I'm sure that it drains you in every request I make of you.
Resistance

Beagan tries to help Grasker while keeping himself in one piece. He reminds the others of the water in the font in the antechamber. Eli judges by the size and shape of the building, encourages the others to stay outside while dragging one last little bit of something from someone to bless Jurin, if only just a bit. Cole enters the building and shoots a blunt silver arrow at the evil attacking his friends.The blunt silver head knocks one of the former priest's eyes lose, which waggles as he moves. Jurin joins the others in the temple, though he seems to think it is a baker.

Round 2, Init 12

The former priest seems locked onto Beagan, intent on reaching him on a soulful level. "Ragathiel? He will forsake you! Turn with me! Wreak your vengeance on the god himself!!" So intent is he on having Beagan turn on Ragathiel, that his attacks miss. Beckoning, he steps back, inviting Beagan to turn on his companions.

claw 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 plus fort if successful

claw 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 plus fort if successful

Serra, Grasker, Jurin are up

Round 2, Init 11

I bet he really appreciates me telling him to use silver. He was probably tired of being ineffective.

"Good shot, Cole! Now, it's your turn Grasker, I'll help."

Serra will keep up his defensive waddle, striking to help Grasker's next attack.

1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 4 = 12 defensive aid another vs. DC 10

Serra will then move (provoking) to flank with Grasker.

Grasker +2 to hit and +2 more for flank.

Need AoO if the huecuva wants it.

AC 19+2 and 2 more if evil. 21 or 23.

Round 2
HP 11/13

Jurin mutters a quick prayer over his sword and moves to attack.

Magic мировник: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

3/4

"Grandma? Why are you baking bread?"

Serra waves his weapon at the creature, hoping to help Grasker's next attack, before draws the creature's rage once again. But, once again, his attempt is only half hearted, so excited is he at the thought of stealing Beagan's soul from Ragathiel's flock.

Jurin prays to, well, someone surely, over his blade, but whoever it is, they laugh at his mutterings as he flails uselessly and calls for his grandmother.

claw AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Grasker, then round 3 with Beagan and Eli are up

Round 2

Grasker drops his sun rod in this well light room and draws forth a holy symbol with his shield hand. The silver is cast in the shape of a sword surrounded by radiant holy fire.

"Gaze on your destruction while you still have eyes!"

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 = 221d8 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (4) = 6

Move action provokes if combat reflexes, swift channel smite, standard melee without Aid-Another

Damage is 2 normal and 4 holy from channel energy. Save DC for half is 16 (via domain bonus vs undead)

Round 3, Initiative 19

Hearing the dried-up, pruney man try to lure him away from his goal, he just laughs.
”If Lord Ragathiel forsakes me, turns on me, that is His right. He can and should use me however he wishes. I owe Him everything - He owes me nothing.”

Seeing the fallen one focused solely on the Gnome so far, he steps squarely in front of the foe and issues a challenge to try and keep his full attention. ”Your vengeance should not lie against Ragathiel, but on those who led you astray. Return to the true Big R, and you will be redeemed and Liberated from your fall!” Trying, by the big R’s wing and a prayer, to reach anything good left in him.

His feet bob and dance as he tries to interpose his shield between the creature’s claws and his ripped and bloodied armor, using his words try to engage the foe. After seeing Grasker call forth such divine power, the Gnome lunges forward with his sword any time the foe seems to threaten the source of the smiting sword.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 4 = 11

Fighting Defensively, Aid Another (DC 10 to bump Grasker’s AC by 2)

Will save: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

Grasker pulls a holy sword pendant and thrusts it at the Huecuva, denouncing him with holy faith. The power of Grasker’s god rips into the creature, burning his eyes and sizzling his extremities. Smoke pours off him, but he remains standing. “YOU!!!! Your god will Fail YOU as WELL!”

Grasker clearly has his attention now!

Beagan uses his words and his sword to distract the creature from Grasker, aiding his defense.

Round 3, Init 19 sub Beagan

Eli listens as the group yells out their passionate calls upon the creature. He turns to the waiting group. "It seems as if they are taking longer than is expected. Please, wait here a moment longer, and we should be able to rest shortly. And watch this one..."

Eli gently sets down the priest's body, snatches the hammer from the wall, and moves into the building reluctantly. He looks down at the basin, noting the water, and remembering Beagan's enthusiastic outbursts earlier.

"Is it still blaspheming nature?" Eli looks past Grasker, and needs no answer. He moves past Grasker and Jurin, hoping the creature doesn't decide to take a swipe at him as well.

"Should we try to use the holy water outside the door?"

Serra's eyes widen as Grasker evokes holy power from his symbol.

His head ducks and twists, trying to get a good look at it from around the huecuva.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 Know (Religion)

Round 3, Initiative 14

Cole takes his shot, hoping the creature will die, again, before getting around to messing with his hat.
Long Bow (silver/blunt): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 11 (dragon scale, point blank) damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 (point blank)

After the shot, he withdraws into the room to avoid provoking with future shots.

Eli drops the stabilized priest moves into the room while the creature is still steaming. Cole tries to repeat his previous success but spends too much time worrying about his hat. Serra tries to see Grasker's holy symbol, but can't quite see it through all the things going on.

Round 2
priest: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Serra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 3
Beagan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Elyanius: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Cole: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

With bits of himself flaking off, the creature lurches for Grasker, trying to rip the holy symbol from his hand.

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 211d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Serra, Grasker, Jurin are up...

Round 3
HP 11/13

Jurin swings again.

Magic мировник: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Round 3, Init 12

Serra's eyes go to Ely as the man enters the room dragging his dangerous hammer.

Serra keeps his defensive waddle and tries to distract the huecuva for Ely's hammer.

1d20 + 2 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 - 4 = 10 defensive aid another vs. DC10; (defensive, flank)

Serra then moves (provoking again) to flank for Ely.

AC = 19+2(defensive)+2 if evil = 21 or 23

Serra eyes Eli when he enters and makes room for the man while trying to aid his (hopefully)impending attack. Once again, the creature attacks as Serra moves, but misses. Jurin swats at imaginary flies or some such, missing the huecuva, but devastating the whatever dust mote he hit.

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Grasker, Beagan, Eli are up

Round 4, Init 19

Eli watches Serra sidle, and gets the picture he's trying to paint. "Very good, Serra, very good. Keep its eyes on you, distract it to the best of your ability. Let's see how it receives a blow to its head." Eli raises the head of the hammer a little too eagerly, and it chips into the wall behind him, almost bludgeoning Jurin at the last part of the arc.

Cold Iron Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 3 - 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 4 + 2 + 2 = 8 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage

"Blast it all. My apologies, Jurin. I really am trying to hit it, but it would have been much easier on a battlefield. These urban settings are for smaller of us. Beagan, I'm talking to you, here. Please, be a sport, and finish it off, will you?"

Round 3
HP 2/8, channels: 2

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Grasker will slide over slightly to keep the former priest flanked. Still smarting from the claw attack he will attempt to smite the creature again, to no effect.

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 111d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 81d6 ⇒ 4

He finds himself distracted by all the ducking and weaving going on around the room.

Grasker and Eli both try to attack the creature, but miss, due to distractions and crowded conditions. Eli calls for Beagan to come finish off the creature.

Beagan, Cole, Priest are up...

Round 4, Initiative 19

Seeing Grasker take a nasty gash, and hearing Eli spur him on, Beagan shifts tactics. Shifting over to the opposite side of Grasker, he launches into a furious attack, swinging his sword as hard as he can against the decrepit heretic.

Now flanked with Grasker and attacking

Bastard Sword: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 201d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The Gnome's sword connects solidly, but the unenchanted steel blade doesn't seem to bite through the dessicated, unholy flesh.

He curses. "Iron chains of tyranny!"

long bow silver: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 4 = 14 damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Cole tries another shot this time behind cover to better protect his hat.

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Round 4

Cole* lines up another shot over Beagan's head and tries to drop the thing before he can do in any of the shinies clustered around him, but misses.

Round 4
priest: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Serra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Grasker: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Jurin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 5
Beagan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Elyanius: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Cole: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Surrounded by likely targets, the dusty heretic swings from side to side trying to decide. Forsake them! Join me! Forsake....

1 is Grasker, 2 is Beagan: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Both gnarled, clawed hands slash out, aiming to change Grasker's mind, or take it from him.

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 plus fort if successful

claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 111d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 plus fort if successful

Serra, Grasker, Jurin are up...

Round 4, Init 12

"That was close, Ely, try again!"

Serra drops his defensive waddle and tries to distract the huecuva for Ely's hammer.

1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 = 14 aid another vs. DC10; (flank)

AC = 19+2 if evil = 21 if evil

Round 5, Init 19

Eli nods vigorously as Serra encourages him after failing in the first. "I'm getting used to this hammer, let me try this... sorry, Jurin... I'm making a habit of swinging at you accidentally." Eli feels out the balance of the hammer, and senses the balance point just three fingers below his initial grasp.

Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 3 - 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 4 + 2 + 2 = 21 for 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 damage

"I.. think it's getting there...Two hands really help steer the force here... hehe"

Round 4
HP 2/8, Channels 3

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 111d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 81d6 ⇒ 2

Grasker cannot seem to bring his sword to bear with the undead claws scrabbling and scratching upon his shield.