Frekhi lets his injuries fuel his attacks.
Gritting his teeth against the wounds, Aethurien slashes down viciously at the demon rat!
[dice=AoO]1d20+7+4
[dice=Damage]2d4+10Frustrated by the wily demon, Na'shok tries again.
[dice=Die!]1d20+7
[dice=Damage]2d4+10
Screaming bloody murder, Na'shok connects his strong blow. The demon screams in pain, but does not fall.
Frekhi lets his injuries fuel his attacks.
With his sharp claws, Frekhi bites into demonic flesh. However, much of the damage inflicted quickly regenerates.
Gritting his teeth against the wounds, Aethurien slashes down viciously at the demon rat!
The demon rat accepts the sword of cold iron in his body. It bites deep into his flesh, hissing and bubbling as the cold iron weapon passes through.
Dolek moves into the room and fires a cold iron arrow at the demon Gorn and Aenthurien are attacking. [ooc]I believe Aenthurien should be 5' NE from where he is, since he's not currently in melee range. Dolek will move to his current location.
Varda continues to wait for an opening, encouraging her allies.
Gorn-Rel attempts to stomp the demon rat-dog as it stands up.
If this puts down the demon rat-dog he is faceing, he will attempt to grapple the one fighting Aenthurien!
The rat's face meets Gorn's leg, putting the demon-rat-dog down as he gets up. Gorn then begins grappling his new opponent, pealing him off of Aenthurien.
The Abrikandilu tries to tear into Gorn.
vs. Gorn
Freki's opponent continues the onslaught. "I will take your corpse, smash yer stuff, and make you into my new chew toy wolf man!"
vs. Frekhi
Party up
>_
Na'shok hacks at the demon again. "Are you going to kill that thing or f%+# it?" the brawny orc growls at Gorn.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."
A faint smile cross the elf's face at the other's jibes. Aenthurien swings again.
Gorn-Rel pins the demon-rat dog avoiding its bites.
"It should be easy enough for you to hit it now."
Na'shok hewes into Frekhi's opponent, doing solid damage
Gorn pins his opponent to make it easier for Aenthurien to cleave into him. Aenthurien uses his sword and slices deeply. The demon goes limp.
Dolek and Varda step into the room and use their cold iron arrows to shoot at Frekhi's opponent. Varda connects with her Radience.
The demon steps into Na'shok's reach and swipes at him, getting 1 claw in.
Party up
>_
Nash grunts in surprise as the demon's claws draw blood.
Aenthurien steps toward the demon, attacking with his blade and allowing Nash to back up.
Na'shok offers the elf a nod of gratitude before stepping back and bringing his weapon to bear again.
He finishes with a flourish, calling the weapon's enchantment forth.
Frekhi keeps clawing away at the demon in front of him.
Aenthurien and Na'shok slice the demon to pieces.
Out of Combat
Nash searches the slain demons for anything useful.
Gorn-Rel nods approvingly at Na'shok's industry. "We should continue onwards."
The demons don't have much, but there is a very nice, shiny, magical, and very expensive looking adamantine mace adorned with Iomadae holy symbols in the corner of the room. There are other destroyed items in the room: Armor completely mauled into misbegotten forms, sunrods snapped in twine, backpacks shredded to pieces.
Gorn-Rel will offer to carry it. But, if the others have objections he won't argue. However, he will suggest that the person who carries it also carry a potion of invisibility so that they can go invisible when they find it to avoid any (ma)lingering guardians.
I think we should check all the rooms we haven't seen on our way onwards. We might be able to find things to help our assault.
Na'shok wants to go to the objective, but doesn't quite know how to get there...
That door is securely locked.
Let's search those rooms!
Gorn leads the party to P7. The shrine here is more thoroughly desecrated by the enemy, and will take a bit more than 20 minutes of work to clean up.
You find the secret door here that Irabeth mentioned. There is no obvious way to access it. It is also beyond Aenthurien's ability to pick currently (DC 30 Disable Device).
P9 contains a fully stocked masterwork alchemy lab.
Before the party busts out the rags and shrine cleaning solution, Nash points the other direction. "Let's see what's in the other space first."
Aenthurien eyes the alchemy lab greedily.
Gorn-Rel nods. "Yes. Let's make sure we are the only one's here before we reclaim this shrine."
Aenthurien eyes the alchemy lab greedily.
You do find the alchemist's recipe book in P9, and his tools, but not much else.
EDIT: It looks like the alchemist was working on some sort of supernatural disease, though he hasn't gotten very far.
"Let us cleanse this human god's shrine."
You begin cleaning Iomadae's shrine. You right some pews, clean up a lot of the blood off the floor, and do your best to upright the statues that were defaced. On one of the statues, Gorn finds some words written on its base: "Let us inherit thine arms, Iomadae."
About 20 minutes pass while you clean.
The current cultist defenders above seem content on leaving you alone it seems.
"Satisfied?" Nash growls in frustration.
Assuming the pious types are, the hulking orc nabs the newly discovered sky iron mace and goes to 'open' some doors.
Gorn-Rel will examine the statue to see if it has some switch or something to get into the cache that Irabeth mentioned. If not, he is all about break down the doors.
Gorn-Rel will examine the statue to see if it has some switch or something to get into the cache that Irabeth mentioned. If not, he is all about break down the doors.
There is no switch around.
The solid wooden door is no match for Na'shok and his new adamantine mace +1. With 2 solid hits, he breaks down the door. Inside along one wall of this long room stands a smashed sideboard. A stone staircase leads upstairs. There are two dretches standing guard here, who were surprised that the door fell so quickly. They look more muscled, intelligent, and meaner than ones you fought previously.
The demons open up by focusing killing intent on Na'shok and Gorn, before advancing to engage. You hear some shouts coming from upstairs.
Party up.
>_
Despite the thrill of fear and a pang of self doubt, Gorn-Rel exults in another chance for his fists to tear the flesh from demonic bones.
Dropping his adamantine door opener, Nash readies his polearm and takes a big swing at the nearest hostile demon.
Varda and Dolek fire off arrows of cold-forged iron at the vile demons.