At the sight of the snake bodied woman, Mia is reminded of the delicious snake stew Tallina had made earlier.
:P
She snaps out of it however.
Mia can't see the runes well enough to determine if they're spelled or just decorative. Perhaps if she were closer...
Mia looks around for any small objects, like pebbles or similar.
If it looks like a jump-scare, lure it out by tossing rocks at it.
There are some bits of wood and plaster on the stairs when Mia still stands, which she retrieves to engage in some target practice.
Verim holds his glaive in one hand confused giving a look around before moving up to the decoration and poking it. " Hey, dosnt this all look familiar? I can't put my finger on it.. So I'll try this instead.. "
Mia attempts to ferret out any traps by tossing bits of wood and plaster about the room, with decent skill. However, if there is a trap present, none of her attempts to set it off are successful. Then Verim decides to investigate and walks right up to the table, poking around with his glaive. As he approaches the image of the goat's face on the wall appears to start speaking "Ahh ... I hope you are among Iomedae's slaves ... I would hate to think of mere peasants wasting such a personal greeting from Lord Baphomet!" Almost simultaneously the humidity in the basement raises as the little statue swings an arm down to smash the bottle on the table and everyone begins to feel an unpleasant tingle. From the southwest pile of green rubbish a creature emerges.
Mia
Verim
Lucianna
Maxwell
Tallina
Bianca
Baddies
- Lucianna
- Verim
- Bianca
- Baddy
- Maxwell
- Tallina
- Mia
Mia's body twitches spasmodically as it's hit with a powerful annoying jolt of electricity.
1 = 1d6 points of acid damage.
2 = eyes glow red for 2 hours, during which time it gains darkvision out to 30 feet.
3 = 1d6 points of fire damage.
4 = develops wheezing, labored breathing for
2 hours, which imposes a -2 penalty on Stealth checks.
5 = 1d6 points of cold damage.
6 = develops a persistent nosebleed, taking 1d4 points nonlethal damage every 10 minutes for the next hour.
7 = 1d6 points of electricity damage.
8 = experiences a persistent adrenaline rush. For the next 2 hours, subject receives a +2 bonus on Initiative checks but takes a -2 penalty on Dexterity based skill checks due to uncontrollable trembling.
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Shrugging off whatever the smashed bottle did to the others, Luci moved forward to put herself between the monster and her comrades.
As Verim seemed to shrug most the effect off as well His muscles bulged as he went to stab the plant-looking thing.
When her turn comes, Mia puts an Evil Eye hex on the thing.
If it is indeed a plant, Mia casts guidance on Maxwell.
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Maxwell, ever the one to remain silent and merely keep to his job, moves his full distance manageable, sliding through his 2 allies before bringing down a fully prepared, well-focused blow.
Maxwell shrugs off the strange feeling with the grit of his teeth, before surging his hand with a dark aura, and lunging forward.
Dare I say, his flail connects. Gloriously.
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Lucianna quickly moves into a better position and seems unaffected by whatever was released from the bottle.
Verim slashes powerfully with his glaive, slicing a small chunk of threaded green hide from the creature.
Bianca follows suit, thrusting her weapon into the creatures skin, clearing making it uncomfortable. She shrugs off the bottles contents as well.
The creature, identified by Mia, is a Mandragora. This plant creature is vulnerable to supernatural darkness, has a poisonous bite which causes confusion and fatigue, and has a powerful shriek attack to go along with it's regular attacks and ability to grab it's victims as it drains them of blood. Having been badly battered already, the mandragora snaps it's wide, tendril-filled mouth at Maxwell, and lashes out with long appendages at Bianca and Verim. It's bite finds a chink in Maxwell's armor, scraping down his arm. The left tendril slams down at Bianca, but she dodges the attack. Verim is unable to dodge, the tendril swatting him hard across the head and a sticky green residue is left behind on Verims skin, seeping into his skin.
Fatigue - Character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity.
Confused - Roll 1d100 and act out affects. Link here
Maxwell lunges forward and smashes the wounded mandragora into the ground, turning it into so much pulp.
Clearly you seem to be the butt of some fanatics idea of a joke.
"Seriously? Someone's toying with us here."
The thrush, always nearby Mia, notices something is odd about the symbols of Iomedae.
"Oh the poor thing, if only I could have spoken with it, perhaps we wouldn't have needed to kill it. Although I do believe that they are almost always evil in nature. It probably would not have been worth the time or effort required."
Looking in the chest, Tallina notices that all five holy symbols have been coated with a dried paste.
Any creature capable of understanding speech has a score of at least 3.
My thrush understands speech, it can even talk common speech. Only thrush or raven familiars can do so. Of course it won't talk to the others, without my approval.
Alternatively, it can 'talk' to me in bird.
Speak with Master (Ex)
If the master is 5th level or higher, a familiar and the master can communicate verbally as if they were using a common language. Other creatures do not understand the communication without magical help.
My archetype lets me treat my familiar as though my witch lvl is 1 lvl higher.
Enhanced Familiar (Su)
At 4th level, the beast-bonded witch’s connection with her familiar strengthens. For the purposes of determining her familiar’s powers and abilities, she treats her familiar as if she were one level higher than her actual witch level.
This ability replaces the witch’s 4th-level hex.
It is not a player, but it can roll for skill checks and report to me.
Verim shakes his head scraping the residue of with his cestus-hand. " Isnt the saying 'Don't let a bad apple ruin the bunch?' If they tend to be evil and hurt alot..Well It's hard to convince them otherwise. Especially if its their nature. Anyway.. poor creature? Poor me.. I'll never start my modeling career now, HARHAR! "
Verim sighs, " Well I think this place is set.. Introduce Bianca here to The Defender's while dropping off this stuff, then head to the last place? "
"Just, be careful about those holy symbols in that chest. There is some kind of paste on it. More likely than not a contact poison, but I have no way of telling without tasting it. I mean, Tobongo can do it, he's never succumbed to any poison, but I'd rather not test that theory."
With the group agreed on their next course of action, they set out back to the Defender's Heart, arms and packs full of loot, and steps light with their success. The newest member of the group seems to be doing quite well despite the close run-in with opportunistic bandits.
Irabeth is very pleased with the news of success thus far and encourages the group to clear out the one remaining cultist safehouse known to you. After stowing their newly acquired gear, the group sets out to the south to the Nyserian Manor, again moving cautiously through the streets.
As the party progresses, they hear a loud buzzing, some shrieking and a urgent battering sound as if wood were breaking. Wendaug peeks around the corner then heads back to the group, "Five possessed people-flies trying to get into a shop of some sort, at least one person inside. It's smartest to let them get inside then move past. We do have a mission petling." The last part is directed towards Verim. In the background around the corner the screaming renews as the battering sounds pick up in tempo.
Verim smiles, it widening. He then rushes around the corner, " And the whole point is to make it safe for the people. It's part of the job, Love. "
" Now which of you fly-boys want to get swatted first? "
Verim laughs, " I guess Little Mia wasnt the only one concerned with my 'performance' Give me what'cha got Talli! "
"Wen; even if Verim was willing to take your advice and ignore them, I can't." Luci said as she drew her sword. "Lead the way."
Verim gives and apologetic pose placing his shield and Glaive together as if he were clamping his hands together. " It's what I do, here's the rub, you can punish me as much as you want later.. I just cant let tings like this happen. Besides.. they dont even look all that threatening.. I'm not gunna die. "
"Should be fun, really. I still have a lot more pent up frustration to work out anyways." she Bianca cracking her neck and readying her spear.
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" You sound like someone familiar.. as long as you don't point that spear in my flesh I think we will be fine. HARHAR! "
Maxwell just sighs as he rounds the corner, looking at his arm and scoffing, before looking to Bianca and shrugging. "At least she's sensible." he points out as he turns the corner. "Conserving resources is important too, you know. I'm sure whatever divine power that Tallina serves isn't about to allow her to change your size much more." he points out as he cradles the flail on his shoulder.
Lifting the holy symbol attached to the chain at her belt, the half-elf whispers a short prayer under her breath. Completing her spell, she points to the fly boys and drawing her club, ready to throw it.
"We need to move quickly, we are out in the open, and unfortunately I do not possess the divine power to make Tobongo any bigger. It's best if we overcome this battle with overwhelming force. Tobongo, those fly boys. Attack."