Even with Jetro missing once and Titian missing once, the combined damage from them is enough to put the Cossack within the ring of blades down.
Duardlara throws a fireball from the safety of her invisibility.
reflex save Number 2 and 3 save.
2 of the cossacks save. The northern cossack fries to a crisp as the undead creature collapses in a pile of true death.
Being undead they do not understand the concept of losing and continue to fire upon the party.
2 on Titian vs Ranged touch + cover
Primary for miss
iterative for hit
Primary for hit
threat confirm for confirm
iterative for miss
2 on Jetro vs ranged touch + cover
Primary for hit
iterative for miss
Primary for miss
iterative for miss
Titian reaches down to the fallen cleric and casts heal.
Invisible, Duardlara opens fire on the nearest fireball survivor.
She will "fly" a five-foot step south and east.
Jetro keeps shooting
Jetro manages to machine gun down all three cossacks on the far side of the swirling blades (85 hp each, just got the first one). Meanwhile Duardlara rains down arrow pain on the last cossack near her. Thanks to her invisibility and high ground she just manages to hit the flat footed cossack twice. Titian meanwhile heals Cynehelm for 130hp bringing the cleric back to full health and relieving a bunch of other maladies (disease maybe from the encounter with the fey) he may or may not have had.
The last cossack fires his gun to no avail before being mercilessly cut down from arrow fire from Jetro and Duardlara once again.
My spleen!
"I can heal with enough time. How is everyone else?"
”You shielded me from their attacks, so I need no healing. Cynehelm, you were nearly killed - how are you?”
Ugh, I'm leaking a bunch.
"Better now, thanks to Titian," says Cynehelm, rolling over and standing up.
"Here, let me look at you, Jetro."
Cynehelm casts Heal on Jetro
Phew! My liver is back where it belongs
I figure we better rest up, this fight sure took a lot out of us.
Titian was beaten up but has regeneration for the whole day by being in Troll so after a minute and a half he is fine.
How about everyone else?
"We're all good. Nothing a tremendous amount of divine energy couldn't solve."
"They have expended a great deal of manpower with this failed assault. Do we move in to take advantage? Or do we recuperate?"
Might as well go poke the bear.
"Indeed. Let's finish this." Cynehelm looks to Duardlara to lead them.
"If everyone is ready, let us seek out the grave fairy."
I hope Cynehelm has his anti-disease spells ready
"Off to talk to the grave fairy. Free the soul and talk to the inventor. Then hopefully we will know what we need to assault the towers. That will return the chapel and hopefully that will be where we find the information we need."
"Yes, let us go." She casts her spell of teleportation to the location they used when they first met the grave fairy.
You all manage to d-door to the location of the grave fairie that you met with before. Since you already secured her assistance, or the promise of her assistance she is willing to leave the graveyard temporarily to fulfill your request in returning the soul to the body. With latern in hand and the body in the Hut it is a simple matter of her chanting for about 5 minutes. After such time the light dims from the latern only to reappear in the closed eyes of the dead body. The light turns into beams as Viktor opens his eyes! The beams of light remain for a few seconds until Viktor takes his first breathe as life returns to the empty vessel the body was just moment before.
Sitting up the man speaks,
Oh boy, anyone speak what he is speaking?
I hope Cynehelm has his anti-disease spells ready
"Nnnnot as such, no," says Cynehelm, reluctantly.
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Speaking no Russian, Cynehelm tries to placate the man with gestures and a gentle voice.
"It is alright. You've been...um... away. You're safe. We're friends. Friends."
Let's make him some tea or something to make him more comfy.
"Did you all not mention that you had scrolls of comprehend languages? Cyn you and Dura can cast them, right?"
Jetro realizes that they have a hefty pile of items they have not sorted through.
Looks like we have some of those. Wow, that is a lot of alchemist's fire.
Duardlara slaps herself in the forehead. ”Yes! Cynehelm, do you wish to speak the words?”
If you pull out two scrolls Viktor gets more animated as he holds out his hand to you. With his other hand he points at a scroll, then to you and to his outstretched hand. All the while he continues speaking in the language that sounds completely alien to you.
Duardlara will mime using the scroll and point at the man, questioningly.
Viktor eagerly takes the scroll and squints at the archaic writing before he graces a finger along each line. When he is finished he goes through the process again but this times seems to articulate words at certain intervals. When he is done the scroll turns to ash and he has a smile on his face. Holding out a hand he indicates his desire for one of you to hold while pointing at your mouth with the other.
Those with divine or arcane training figure that he was able to use an int based use magic device to activate the scroll. Once one of you can use a scroll or cast the spell then the party will be able to effectively communicate with each other.
I reckon chit-chatting would be Cynehelm's job.
Duardlara passes the second scroll to their eloquent man of the fiery cloth.
Cynehelm reads the scroll and then turns to Viktor. "Do you understand me now, sir?"
Speak slowly and loudly.
Viktor smiels and responds in kind allowing communication to flow freely. Who are you and why am I here? What is this place?
My name is Jetro and you might say I am a soldier. We're trying to track down a Rasputin person and need some help getting to him.
"We are strangers in your land, pledged to track down and stop a villain. We found a creature that told us you know much of this villain and his camp. Much evil is occurring in that camp and the magic they use is new to us. I am called Duardlara Frostborn. You have been through much - how are you feeling?"
I...I don't know. I recall dying yet not. There was pain and blackness enveloping me. Then a moment later there was just...nothing. I could think and be rational but I had no sensations at all. No touch, taste, sight, sound...nothing. I don't even know how long I was like that before everything came crashing in on me. I saw a light and followed it. Next thing I know I am here in front of you.
Yet, I remember everything from before that void. Rasputin, you said his name. He was the reason for my death. IF you are hunting him then I will help you. I know his secrets as I built his pathway to his realm beyond here. If you can get me to one of the 4 corner towers I believe I could reverse the flow of the electricity to bring his extra dimension here to Earth.
Well we better keep him as safe as possible. Can we keep him hidden from sight?
”I can keep him hidden from view for several minutes. It will not hide his footprints in the snow or the sounds he might make, though.”
There are still remote portions of Earth that have mystical ties if you know where to look for them. Some people don't care or want to know but others feel it within themselves. There is more to this planet than first glance. All of the legends and myths and folklores that this wonderful world contains must have their roots in truth somewhere. For Vasily and Sigurd they both have had their eyes opened to the wonders and mysteries that it seems everyone else is oblivious to. As such, even though you are from different areas of Earth, you both have heard of whispers of a name: Rasputin. This name is significant to each of you for different reasons but the force compelling you to search out the truth of this ?man? is powerful and irresistable.
Having met in Moscow you hear rumors of a Russian camp to the north east that had been lost with no known reasons. Traveling to the area you are searching out answers yourselves when you heard the sound of fighting in the distance. Coming to inspect the sounds you see the most amazing sight. A hut perched on a pair of chicken legs. Watching for a bit you discover that creatures have been going in and out of it. Not sure of whom they are you have not approached but stayed hidden. You were able to watch the fight of the headless cossacks and yetis against the party. About to approach they disappeared in the blink of an eye. They returned a short time later and went back into the hut.
As you are talking to Viktor he pauses in his talk. Looking the same direction he is you see him staring outside the Hut as 2 figures emerge from the trees.
Vasily was a young man, if man was even the right term for someone like him, and he'd had a sheltered upbringing, but that didn't make him naive. In fact, he was more aware of the world's secrets than most people. But he was still pretty incredulous as he and Sigurd approached the chicken hut. Not so naive as to disbelieve it as something out of a fairy tale. Hell, he'd learned most of what he knew about magic from an honest-to-God dragon. But this...this was still pretty unusual. Incongruously, given his abilities, his hand strayed unconsciously to his officer's model Nagant revolver, but as he felt his hand brush the grip he pulled it away, not wanting to spook whoever was inside. He spread his empty hands wide as he approached.
he said, loud enough to carry over the cold wind.
For the others, approaching you is a young-ish man with light blonde hair and ice blue eyes, wearing a Russian officer's field uniform with a heavy coat over it. And another...