Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

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Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20

There is no time for Darvesch to dwell on feelings, only to act and react. Even as his feet carrying him forward, he thinks back to his studies, trying to recall some piece of information that will give him an edge against Ieana. Yet he can think of nothing pertinent. Whatever she is is something that falls outside his area of study.

Yet one thing he knows for certain. She is a mage of not inconsiderable might to have ensorcelled a devil and cast such a potent and destructive spell...

The dwarf shoulders his way thru the doorway and finds himself in a dark hallway with man alcoves along its length. Ieana is nowhere to be seen, yet there are tracks on the floor — footprints and snake tracks leading further back. Eyes wary for a trap, he calls up both protective and offensive spells to aid him, noting that each alcove contains what appears to contain a single niche cut into the outer wall where someone might lay down and rest... or be interred.

Rolls:
1d20 ⇒ 6

Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 +2 stonecunning
L 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 +3 alertness, +1 trapfinding
M 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 13 + 5 = 38 visual
P 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

S 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 +2 jungle, +4 giant, +2 human

Next Up: (Alis), Priyya, Mal; Sasha, Ieana, Darvesch, Lureene (delaying)
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 340b)
Note: Darvesch still has another 20-ft of movement left if he wants to use it.


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesh, unwavering in his determination to root out this evil creature, and pay for what she has done, moves closer to the center of the hallway before him. AZ.09


Darvesch proceeds a bit further down the hallway when he sees what appears to be someone with a mop of scraggly white hair lying on the floor just ahead and to the left.

Priyya stands in shocked silence. She rests a hand gently atop Alis' head for only a moment before she nods to Mal and hisses to Sasha, "Keep watch and put that new bow to good use if Ieana gets past us."

With that, she hurries after Darvesch. Before ducking into the left-hand doorway, she points toward the opposite one for Mal. Seeing the vigilant dwarf not far ahead, she nocks and arrow and stands ready to put it in any she-snake b+~%!es that dare show their fangs.

Priyya readies an attack.


Some bodyguard I am...

Mal slips past Sasha being careful not to disturb Alis. He had half a mind to spit that little blue bastard Ekubus for not mentioning another group had entered after Ieana.

Too busy playing with starfish to notice five people fleeing from a screaming devil? How the hell?!

Shouldering his way thru the closed door, Mal find a pitch-black hallway but not Ieana's scent.

Gonna need some light in here...

Trying to stay focused, he casts a light spell on his claws revealing an alcove-lined hallway opening onto a larger room at its north end. Knowing that her big brother alone while Darkmane has the short man with her, Talvyra rushes into the hallway ahead of Mal, teeth bared and ready to kill.

Next Up: (Alis), Sasha, Ieana, Darvesch, Lureene, Priyya, Mal
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 340c)


Sasha stands in a daze, looking slack-jawed at Alis. Only as Priyya races off does she seem to hear what she said.

"Yeah, okay Pri," she whispers.

Looking blankly at the bow in her hand, she steps up into the room beyond, back to the corner and readies a shot.


"'Siiis, nooo... it should have been me... it should have been meee..."

From further back in the hallways, echoes a cruel laugh followed by the spread of a dank, mist obscuring much of the hallways.

Next Up: (Alis), Darvesch, Lureene, Priyya, Mal; [Sasha], Ieana
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 341)
Note: Had to use green for the mist. Grey wasn't showing up against the dark background.


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesh pushes forward through the mist AX.09


Lureene is torn; whether to console Alis or assist the others in finding Ieana. The appearance of the mist galvanized her decision. Ieana was still a dangerous threat and had to be dealt with immediately.

Knowing the darkness was an ally of ieana, Lureene chants a magical phrase, and soon her body is suffused with golden light. She prepares to move up behind Mal, but as she stares at her sister still sobbing on the floor, a sense of compassion fills her and she knows she had to try to snap Alis out of her grief, at least for now.

She steps over to the princess, and says, her voice choked "'Lis...Lis, I wish I could take away the pain you are feeling right now, but I...I cannot... Please -- 'Lis, you have to focus on Ieana now, she is still a threat and will kill us all. I need you to...put aside your grief for now, lest you will be grieving more of your friends deaths, like Priyya, Mal, and even your cousin Darv." She grabs Alis' shoulders and looks directly into her tearful violet eyes. "What would Larathiel want you to do here?"

Cast Light of Mercuria, duration 600 rounds.
Move to BG12.


Shoulders shaking from the pain wracking her, Alis nods, trembling fingers retrieving a small, empty vial from her belt pouch. Upon looking at the ground however, she drops it and shrieks.

"Ashes," she whispers, voice cracking, "there aren't any ashes! EL! Whyyy aren't there ANY ashes?!"

Looking around at the floor, Lureene realizes that Alis is right. Even the stairs are no more dusty than when you came up them and there are none on Alis' clothes, either.

Rolls:
Perception Checks
A 1d20 + 13 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 + 3 - 2 = 27 alertness, unfave +1 trapfinding
L 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 +1 trapfinding


"I...I have no idea, 'Lis..."

Knowledge Arcane 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30


Male Sky Elf Game Master lv 20

Darvesch:
Darvesch moves forward into the fog where he finds himself at an intersection leading east into the fog. Lying in the alcove beside him is an older human, probably in his 50s. He is dressed in simple brown robes, his hair and bushy beard white and scraggly. Although he is weather-beaten from a life in the outdoors, he is extremely pale, and you notice a pair of twin puncture marks on his neck, blood trickling from the wounds.

Jason: Darvesch still has 20-ft of movement and his standard and swift actions remaining.

Lureene:
From what you know of such magic, a disintegrate spell should have left behind not only a pile of ashes (barring any wind that might disturb them), but Alexis' clothing and equipment should have also been left behind. You don't see her clothes, girdle, circlet, rings, pouches, or anything...


"'Lis...that spell did not work the way it should have. Alexis' remains should have remained behind, along with her equipment. I...I have no idea what happened to her."


Further south, Priyya sees Darvesch disappear into the fog. Cursing Ieana's trickery, the Surya-ka-Vahaak plunges into the fog stopping just behind him. Although she doesn't recognize the man, she does see the puncture marks on his neck.

There's bruising, but no discoloration from poisoning. That–

"Don't look now, but that's not a snake bite, his blood has been drained. Are we dealing with a vampiric serpentine mage?"

How the hell did Ieana cross the Silver Sea and march across the Shiv if she's a vampire?

Rolls:
Perception Checks
P 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Heal 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

D K: Religion 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
P K: Religion 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch curses the fog, and the old man, as he tries to push past, eagerly making his way further back into the hallway. Hopefully, this is where Ieana has escaped to. AW.16; Double move


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Darvesch presses on into the fog, but he doesn't get far before he sees a familiar shape standing ahead of him in the darkness. A supernatural chill sends a wave of horripilation across the inquisitor's flesh as his cousin Grimon turns to face him, his flesh bluish-grey in death, much of his innards exposed or missing from where the cannibals hacked away at him.

"I thought you and I would look out for each other, cousin, but I suppose the same sense of duty and kinship you and Uncle Morgaard have to those elf girls doesn't extend to your own flesh and blood. Now look at me, I've got neither..."

He shakes his head sadly. "That's no way for a Hellhammer to rest easy."

Your eyes suddenly note the dwarven axe clenched tight in Grimnon's rotting fingers, and the look of resolve tinged with disappointment in his cloudy eyes.

"We do what we must," he says solemnly before a mighty blow of his axe reverberates off of Darvesch's shield.

Rolls:
Crushing Despair DC 17
D 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 20 resistance, purity

Initiative Rolls
Grimnon 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

waraxe 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Next Up: Darvesch (std action), Mal; [Sasha], Ieana, [Priyya], Lureene, Alis
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 341b)


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Rest easy? REST EASY!? You KNOW there was nothing I could do! When I FINALLY was able to get free, I took up my axe and rushed headlong into battle against a large group of giants. With NOTHING but my axe! No armour, no shield, just my axe, my loincloth, and my beard! Do you really think I WANTED to live after what they did to you?" His body starts to shake with anger. He knows what he has to do. "Kahn.. why.. why are you making me face this.." He raises his axe, concentrates his overwhelming anger and depression at destroying the undead before him, and lowers his axe as swiftly as the tears fall from his face. activating Bane (undead) and attacking

Rolls:

Attack 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 27 PA, Bane
Damage 1d10 + 8 + 4 + 2d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 4 + (5, 3) + 2 + (5) = 36 PA, Bane, fire


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Seized by grief and passion, Darvesch lands a devastating blow that would have split most normal men in twain, yet Grimnon remains on his feet, a steely determination in his sunken eyes.

"Send me on, cousin, to look out for the others yet to come. Wasn't right to let that poor girl go on ahead of us..."

Rolls:
dmg 36 + 1d10 ⇒ 36 + (10) = 46 vital strike


Not far away, Mal can hear the sound of raised voices, of axe on shield. "Come on Little Sister, let's move!"

Yet even as Talvyra disappears into the fog, he hears the sound of a man weeping in front of him and a chill runs down his spine. Kneeling in the hall ahead of him, his clothes tattered and torn, flesh grey with decay is a familiar figure, someone he once called friend.


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Alton looks up, his skin dessicated and vermin crawling all over his person. The stench of the grave is upon him, yet fresh tears still fall from his eyes. He kneels over Aerys, a jagged angle in her neck and back.

"She couldn't take it, Andre. 'Rys thought she'd found love, but Fate had another plan for us. Bad as that was though, she at least thought she had some friends. Apparently not. I thought I could trust you all with her, to keep her company but this was all an act for you, wasn't it? None of us really mattered, only your high and mighty mission."

He stands up, taking up his hanger sword that Aerys had carried with her after his death. "I don't bear any ill will for what happened to me, but I can't lay quiet by the sea knowing how lightly you treated the woman I loved..."

Before Mal can even speak or react, Alton lunges at the big man running him thru with his cutlass. There is no joy in his eyes, only pain.

Mal can only stand still, mouth agape as he gets stabbed in the stomach, guilt and remorse filling his limbs with lead.

Rolls:
A init 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Terrible Remorse DC 19
M 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 26 resistance, mind-affecting

hanger 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 - 2 = 26 power attack
crit? 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 2 = 21 power attack yes
dmg 6 + 1d6 + 14 + 2d6 ⇒ 6 + (4) + 14 + (3, 1) = 28 crit, power attack, sneak attack


"Uh... EL?!"


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You look up to find that Sasha is even paler than normal, deathly so. Her eyes are transfixed on someone standing at the north end of the chamber where you hear someone whistling a happy tune.

"Well, well, it's been a while, Sash! Wow you've gotten tall, never did fill out though, did you? Boy, would Chivane roll in her grave right about now. Well, if I didn't have her pretty head sitting up on my mantle anyway. You know, I never did thank your new friends for helping me out with that. Funny place to meet up in, huh?"

"Oh and sugar t1ts? I think you lost something..."

Turning around, you see Lucia grinning at you with gleaming eyes. She holds her hand before her as if displaying a trophy. That's when you see it, a golden ring upon her left hand made not of precious metal, but of your own golden curls.

She gives a girlish laugh and says coyly, "The best part was the look on his face when I ran him thru while looking like you! 'Oh Meri-Devi, sweeeet Meeeri-Deeevi' *croak!* Ahahahaha!!!"

Rolls:
L init 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Crushing Despair DC 18
L 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21 mind-affect
S 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 342)


"Fvcking b1tch!"

Even as tears well up in her eyes, Sasha attempts to loose a shaft at Lucia but her fingers slip and the bowstring tears along the inside of her arm and slams into a nerve at her wrist causing it to drop from numbed fingers.

Rolls:
longbow 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 - 2 = 11

Reflex DC
S 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 2 = 14 crushing despair


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"Oh come ooon! Didn't I teach you better than that? Here, let me show you how it's done."

With a smirk, Lucia draws back her fiery longbow and fires off a shot so powerful, the fiery shaft pierces clear thru Sasha's right lung before shattering on the wall behind her!

"Seeee, that wasn't so difficult now was it?"

Rolls:
longbow 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
crit? 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23 yes
dmg 8 + 2d8 + 18 + 1d6 ⇒ 8 + (5, 3) + 18 + (5) = 39 crit, fire

Next Up: [Priyya], Lureene, Alis, Grimnon, Darvesch, Alton, Mal; Sasha, Lucia, (Ieana)


Theme: Treachery

Dammit I'm a fool...

Alis wills herself back to her feet, rapier sliding free, eyes burning with hatred. In a voice that's hoarse from crying, she says, "El, this is a temple to Charelle, the mistress of pain, depravity, and suffering. She feeds off the misery of others..."

Lowering her voice, she says icily, "Let's upset her stomach!"

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls.


All around her Priyya hears the sounds of Darvesch's impassioned cries, Alton's rage, and now Lucia's voice.

Ieana is working with the Ruby Coil now too? What the hell is going on here?

"HANG IN THERE, ALIS, I'VE GOT A SHAFT WITH LUCIA'S NAME ON IT!"

She is just about to return to help fight their old foe when she feel something clutching at the hem of her robes.


"Leaving ssso sssoon?"

Like lightning, Ieana lashes out with her tail striking the Surya-ka-Vahaak across the back. Immediately Priyya feels her life-force weaken.

Rolls:
slam vs FF 22 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
dmg 1d4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7 +1 negative level, ???


”NOOOO!! You will suffer for that!”

As Lureene gazes at the ring she gave to her Rath-hun, a ring given to him out of love, now being held by that…that…fiendfeels her demonic blood ignite in a raging inferno. Her eyes flash a crimson hue, and only the thought of Ravarath turning away from her in disappointment…Ahhh…my Meri-Devi, I would never betray you…and I know you would never betray me so…I pray you do not let your Mother control you.

Nooo…my love…she must PAY for her crimes!!

She is about to let her controls slip, when Alis’ voice holds her up.

Of course…Lucia is no more…this is all a trick somehow…

She nods to her sister and proceeds to chant a magical spell. As she points at Lucia, her eyes flash as the lightning bolt slams into the fiend!

Standard action: Cast Lightning Bolt at Lucia.
Damage 6d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 6, 5, 6, 5) = 30 electrical Reflex DC 16 half
CL check 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 2 = 26 good hope
Move action: draw rapier


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That was an energy drain but she didn't even cast! Is she...?

Taking a gamble, Priyya calls upon Alíta's power but not to heal. Instead it suffuses her right hand and she strikes as quickly as a mongoose. While the punch is not quite fast enough to injure on its own, it still makes contact and a burst of holy power flashes forth into Ieana blasting her with the power of the divine.

Rolls:
unarmed strike 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 - 1 = 23 good hope, negative level
Will DC 18 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 desecrate
dmg 3d6 + 2d6 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 5, 4) + (2, 4) + 6 - 1 = 25 energy drain


Lucia jerks to the side as the lightning bolt slams into the wall behind her. While she doesn't quite manage to evade it entirely, she scarcely seems affected even though (as far as Lureene remembered) her kind were vulnerable to such attacks.

"Oh, so you do know how to do more than smile and make men comfortable. Well good for you!"

Rolls:
Reflex DC 16 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25 ???


Rather than trying to overpower his older, stronger cousin, Grimnon instead swings for Darvesch's legs but his attack reaches too far to hit. Before Darvesch knows it though, Grimnon pulls back hooking his leg with the bit of his axe.

As he falls, his undead cousin's hand reaches out, seeking to contact his flesh. The inquisitor manages to interpose his shield and knock away the attack, though he can still feel the chill of it even thru his armor.

Rolls:
trip 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 26 desecrate, improved trip
touch attack 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 + 2 = 20 Darv prone, desecrate


The attack sears away at Ieana's flesh, burning her badly and she recoils in horror, her form shifting to that of a beautiful young woman garbed in a simple white dress of an ancient style you have never seen before. In the center of her golden girdle, seemingly etched in blood, is the same fanged skull rune that you have seen elsewhere in the temple.

The pale-skinned beauty gazes intently at Priyya, a smirk on her face revealing a pair of sharp fangs. She speaks softly, her voice melodious and exotic, "Clever, young one, yet you trespass in the halls of Charelle the Ascendant. You would do well to beg for a swift death..."

Next Up: Darvesch, Alton, Mal; Sasha, Lucia, Ieana?, Priyya, Lureene, Alis, Grimnon
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 342b)

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 28 = 28/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 65 = 65/68
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 66 - 28 = 38/66 diseased
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 41 - 7 = 34/41
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 54 - 39 = 15/54


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch stands up, the words "Send me on" ringing in his ears, and he can't help but wonder if it's some sort of deception. Sense Motive 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Darvesch holds nothing back, swinging mightily with his axe. "May Kahn watch over your soul, cousin."

Rolls:

Attack 1d20 + 13 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 - 2 + 2 = 29 PA, Bane
Damage 1d10 + 8 + 4 + 2d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 4 + (4, 6) + 2 + (1) = 35 PA, Bane, fire


As Darvesch struggles back to his feet, a bony fist strikes him in the side of the face and he feels the life-force within him ebb. Undetered from his duty, he bring his axe around in a powerful swing and before his very eyes Grimnon dissolves back into the fog with all of his equipment, no trace of him left behind.

Rolls:
AoO slam 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 + 4 = 27 desecrate, Darv prone
dmg 1d4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6 desecrate, +1 negative level


With terrible efficiency, Alton opens Mal's abdomen before slicing a gash in the side of his neck. The last thing the big hunter sees before he crashes to the ground is Aerys stand up beside Alton, one hand upon his shoulder and a fanged smile on her face.

Mercifully, his eyes close before Alton disperses into the fog and the vampire falls upon him.

Rolls:
hanger 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 31 desecrate, terrible remorse, power attack
crit? vs FF 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 17 yes
dmg 6 + 1d6 + 14 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ 6 + (3) + 14 + 4 + (2, 1) = 30 crit, power attack, desecrate, sneak attack
hanger 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 = 17 desecrate, terrible remorse, power attack
dmg 1d6 + 7 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 + (3, 5) = 19 power attack, desecrate, sneak attack

blood drain 1d4 ⇒ 4 Con

Next Up: Sasha, Lucia, Ieana?, Priyya, Lureene, Alis, Darvesch, Aerys

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 28 = 28/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 65 = 65/68
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 66 - 11 - 12 - 12 = 31/54(66) excess non-L, Con dmg, new excess non-L diseased, unconscious
non-L 28 + 30 + 19 = 77/66
Con 16 - 4 = 12/16
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/41
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 15 = 15/54


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With a wolfish sneer, Sasha dashes headlong at her tormentor, sabre sliding from its sheath as she goes. With a loud, "HA!" she delivers a vicious slash to Lucia's face, opening a deep gash on her cheek.

"How's that, any better?"

Rolls:
rapier 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 24 charge, good hope
dmg 1d6 + 1 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 - 5 = 3 good hope, DR


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Lucia gives a coy smile, the the torrent of blood that should be streaming down her face is a mere trickle instead. As you watch, the wound begins to mend at an alarming rate.

"Well, at least you triiied," Lucia mocks, "and that's what really matters, right?"

With a cruel gleam in her eyes, you see her bow shift into a longsword. Even as she tosses it into her right hand, her left slides along the blade and she shouts gleefully, "Rasp, Flame Tongue!"

With that, the blade becomes consumed in roiling flames. She strikes out at the red head twice, one blow aimed at Sasha's hip, the other at her head. The tall ranger is just barely able to block the killing blow, but she suffers a painful wound to her side, Lucia's brute strength doing more damage than the gout of flame.

"Say, your sword work is looking better. A couple years ago and you'd have been missing one of those pretty green eyes. Good–" Lucia's prattle is interrupted as Sasha staggers in front of her, barely able to stay on her feet. "–job...?"

Lucia shakes her head.

"Tsk, tsk. Children these days. You try to pay them a compliment and they just can't stay focused... Alright t1ts," she notes that there is a second blonde behind Lureene, "Oh, guess that works for both of you, huh? Well at least we're down to two busty blondes now. Three was just a bit excessive, don't you agree?"

Rolls:
longsword 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
dmg 1d8 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + (2) = 14
longsword 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 28 = 28/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 65 = 65/68
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 55 - 12 = 43/(66) diseased, unconscious
non-L 28 + 30 + 19 = 77/66
Con 16 - 4 = 12/16
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/41
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 15 - 14 = 1/54


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The vampiress smiles alluringly unfazed by the fact that Priyya is clearly not attracted to her. "Won't you be good now and stand still for me, child?"

Rolls:
Dominate DC 17+2
P Will 1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 1 + 2 = 21 mind-affect, good hope
P Bluff 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
C SM 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11


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"Yeah ri–"

Priyya freezes in place, bow still in hand, mouth agape. Before her, the sultry undead beauty sashays forward, licking her fangs with a smile. Yet just as she attempts to step behind her, Priyya dispenses with her ruse and sweeps the legs out from under the white-robed priestess sending her to the ground.

In one smooth motion, she draws her scimitar, infuses it with the light of the sun, and beheads the vampiress with a singular stroke, eyes narrowing as Charelle's minion dissolves, becoming indistinguishable from the mist around her.

"Huh, child my ass! Still can't believe she fell for that..."

If my luck holds, I'll have to try my hand at cards...

Raising her voice, Priyya calls out, "DARV, it seems we have some vampiric impostors on our hands!"

Next Up: Lureene, Alis, Darvesch, Aerys; Sasha, Lucia, Priyya
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 343)

Rolls:
AoO Trip DC 26 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 4 + 2 - 1 = 27 opponent FF, good hope, neg level
scimitar 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 4 - 2 + 4 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 + 4 - 2 + 4 - 2 - 1 = 25 good hope, enemy prone, agile groundwork, opponent FF, power attack, neg level
dmg 1d6 + 5 + 4 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 + 2 - 5 = 7 power attack, good hope, DR

Will DC 18-1 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14 desecrate
dmg 3d6 + 2d6 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (2, 2, 6) + (5, 1) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 23 good hope, neg level

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 28 = 28/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 63 = 63/63(68)
1 negative level DC 17
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 55 - 12 = 43/(66) diseased, unconscious
non-L 28 + 30 + 19 = 77/66
Con 16 - 4 = 12/16
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/36(41)
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 1 = 1/54


"Go left, El..."

Hoping to make an opening for Lureene by drawing attack, Alis succeeds at little too well and very nearly impales herself on Lucia's flaming sword.

Craaap!

At the very last second, she turns aside receiving a searing gash across her midriff instead of thru it. Stifling a cry of pain, she hesitates for a moment to see if Lureene follows her lead or not.

Rolls:
AoO 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
crit? 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
dmg 8 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ 8 + 8 + (2) = 18

Next Up: Alis (std action), Lureene, Darvesch, Aerys; Sasha, Lucia, Priyya
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 343b)

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 28 - 18 = 10/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 63 = 63/63(68)
1 negative level DC 17
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 55 - 12 = 43/(66) diseased, unconscious
non-L 28 + 30 + 19 = 77/66
Con 16 - 4 = 12/16
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/36(41)
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 1 = 1/54


Lureene's eyes still burn with rage as she looks at the devil Lucia. That B!tch is gonna be banished to the sewers of Hell when I am through with her! Still, seeing Sasha barely conscious was a sobering sight.

She glares at Lucia for a moment, while recalling how they had fought her previously back in Dunwaar. Was she not completely destroyed? She then glances at Alis, while subtly motioning with her rapier. Once Alis has understood the message and started her movement, she springs into action!

"Let's teach this Lemure-with-wings some manners, 'Lis!"

Knowledge Planes 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Move action: Tumble to BD10
Acrobatics 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 = 17 NPC boon
Standard action, attack Lucia Rapier 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 12 flank, good hope
Damage 1d6 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 + (5) + (5) = 14 good hope,sneak attack, crystal


"A lemur with wings? Is that like a flying monkey or something?"

Rolls:
rapier 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 = 27
dmg 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (5) + 2 = 9


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"What?! No you top-heavy bimb– aaaugh!"


With a wee bit of distraction and some teamwork, Alis sinks the slim tip of her rapier into Lucia's side noting that the wound hisses angrily as she slides her weapon free.

"Fancy that, our furious friend has a new allergy... silver!"

Next Up: Darvesch, Aerys; Sasha, Lucia, Priyya, Alis, Lureene
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 343c)


Dwarf Lightbringer

Darvesch moves to AX.13


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Darvesch moves slowly thru the fog, until he finds himself entering a larger room whose extents he cannot see. To the south, a passageway opens up from which he can hear the commotion of Alis, Lureene, and Sasha engaged in battle with a flippant-sounding woman.

Talvyra stands in the passageway, growling. She looks about ready to leap upon the mithril-clad warrior when she goes tense and shakes her head as if trying to rid herself of a bee that's flown into her ear. With a deep growl, she then leaps away to the south, and you hear a loud roar as she tears into an unseen enemy.

Rolls:
Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Will DC 17+2
t 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 2 = 24 good hope

claw 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 + 4 + 2 = 36 good hope, target prone, target grappling
crit? 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 + 4 + 2 = 21 no
dmg 4 + 2 + 2 - 5 = 3 threat, good hope, DR

Next Up: Darvesch (20-ft + std action), Aerys; Sasha, Lucia, Priyya, Alis, Lureene, Talvyra
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 343e)


Dwarf Lightbringer

Move to AW.16, if it's an open space "Good to know, Priyya! If the rest are in trouble, give them a hand, I got things covered on this end."


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Ignoring the sounds of fighting from the south, Darvesch stalks thru the fog, axe at the ready, eyes searching for the orchestrator of this madness. Yet even in crossing the whole room so that he can just make out all of the walls, his sweep still reveals nothing.

Nothing?!

From behind him, Darvesch hears the barely perceptible sound of a woman snickering, although it is not Ieana's voice. "Poooor brave warrior, sooo helpless, sooo alone..."
Sounds like it came from AV14.

Further South...
Going ahead with enemy actions since Darv's actions did not bring in-range.
Even for all of Talvyra's fury, it is not enough to inflict more than minor scratch marks upon the shape-shifting vampiress' flesh. 'Aerys' bares her own fangs at the great cat standing protectively over her 'big brother'. Flaunting her nigh invulnerability, the evil woman continues to siphon Mal's blood, the panther unable to tear her loose. As she does so, even the new wound from Talvyra clamping down on her shoulder heals without flaw, blue eyes glowing red in her feeding frenzy.

Rolls:
Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Will DC 17
D 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 30 resistance, SLA, good hope

AoO 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 + 2 + 4 - 2 = 31 good hope, target prone, target grappling, agile groundwork

grapple DC 26 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 5 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 5 - 5 = 34 improved grapple, desecrate, Mal helpless, previous pin, dmg taken
dmg 1d6 + 2 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 - 5 = 2 good hope, DR

blood drain 1d4 ⇒ 3 Con

Next Up: Darvesch (std action); Sasha, Lucia, Priyya, Alis, Lureene, Talvyra, Aerys
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 343f)

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 10 = 10/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 63 = 63/63(68)
1 negative level DC 17
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 43 - 6 - 6 = 31/48(66) Con dmg, excess non-L diseased, unconscious
non-L 28 + 30 + 19 = 77/48 (66)
Con 12 - 3 = 9/16 -3 penalty
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/36(41)
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 1 = 1/54


Dwarf Lightbringer

"Why don't you make this easier on yourself and fall on my axe!" Darvesch taunts the mysterious voice. He recalls something about vampires, and decides he's not playing their game any longer. He moves to AZ.13


Darvesch feels a breathy whisper right by his ear at the same time a rapier slides into his back. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Rolls:
SC S 1d20 + 15 + 20 - 10 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 20 - 10 = 44 invis, movement
Perception Checks
D 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

rapier 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 1 = 27 desecrate, invisible, no shield bonus, no Dex bonus
dmg 1d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 1 + (6, 2) = 12 sneak attack

Local group is here, gotta resume later.


Sasha backpedals, keeping her back to the wall. She fumbles around in her belt pouch, and downs a small vial of pale blue liquid that helps to alleviate her injuries.

"I think I liked that other devil better, he didn't run his mouth as much..."

Good Hope: +2 morale bonus on saving throws, attack rolls, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls. R412

A hp: 10 = 10/30
Comprehend Languages R1056, Mage Armor R3603
     k: 15 = 15/15
D hp: 63 - 12 = 51/63(68)
1 negative level DC 17
L hp: 48 = 48/48 ghoul fever 1/2 saves DC 16
Mage Armor R3601
M hp: 31 = 3148/(66) diseased, unconscious
non-L 77 = 77/66
Con 16 - 4 = 12/16
Int 10 = 10/12
Barkskin R602
     t: 42 = 42/42
P hp: 34 = 34/36(41)
1 negative level DC 17
Mage Armor R3602

Sasha hp: 1 + 1d8 + 3 ⇒ 1 + (6) + 3 = 10/54 CLW

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