Easy enough for some...
You bought a level 5 CLW potion?
My mistake. My bad.
Xandarian ducks his head in the glowing room and looks around.
You can tell it is the symbol of Torag (Dwarven head god, and god of forges).
"Oh neat. Torag. Cool."
As he passes the large hammer
"Not quite the same as my own hammer, but certainly more regal. "
Tanrov will check out the out buildings and then the main building
As you approach the building, three giant flies crawl around the building, and launch into the air to attack you.
As they are not hidden, no surprise round is possible. Just plain old initiative.
the buzzing gives them away
You carry a loaded crossbow stowed away? Now how exactly does that work?
After the flies act Tanrov will move up and attack or draw and throw a dart depending on if he can reach them.
Uelarik fires on the nearest fly.
If the flies are reachable from ground level, Mol charges #2.
If it is flying up in the air, he holds his action to hit it when it comes in range.
Kevin smiles at the mention of Torag, "Ah, the god of forges, protection and strategy. Wait, did someone say flies?" and begins looking around
Xandarian moans in protest, "Ahh! For f#<*s sake! Again with the gods-damned bugs!!"
The cleric (yet again) pulls his light mace from his hip, ready to swat some flys.
The flies are high up on the building.
Uelarik takes a shot and pegs one with a bolt. This rather pisses it off and it flies over to him and attacks (the ceiling is high in here and it has plenty of movement so it can get right above his head without provoking. )
miss
#2 flies down right into The Molitating Axe.
It survives the blow, and attacks its assailant(Molitor).
hit, need a fort save DC 14
Punchy McPunchfest pulls out his crossbow and drops it on the ground. This prompts #1 to fly in an attack him for dissing a perfectly good (but unloaded) crossbow.
miss
Tanrov steps up and kills #2 with his big ol smashy stick.
Kevin can go, then we are at the top of the order again.
(everyone but Kevin and Tanrov can act).
All of the flies are within melee range flying.
Making sure the injured are secured, Xandarian swats at a passing giant fly.
"I've got a giant fly on my face! I've got a giant fly on my face!"
"Don't move Molitor, I've got it!"
As Tanrov raises the Earthbreaker high..
Someone has evidently seen Caveman.
"I got it! I got it!" Kevin yells as he attacks the fly next to him.
Kevin deals a deep slash across the thorax of the fly harrying the wizard, but it keeps on buzzing.
"Ahhh!!! I'm being eaten by flies...."
Marcus hits once (he only meant to), and the Moliation fails.
Uelarik goes for his round 2 action before the remaining fly goes again.
Also, gotta correct that Kevin actually killed his target since it already had a bolt sticking out of it.
Tanrov uses studied target on the fly at Molitors face then he completes the swing he was practising in his mind as time passed.
I'll use that if the fly survives to your turn (it is Uelarik's turn before the fly). You have gone for round 1, and will go after the fly in round 2.
Uelarik fires on the last fly.
The fly tries to bite once more trying for McPunchy's face.
hit
Then Tanrov comes over and mashes it into Punchy's face, combat over.
"Whoo.... that was close. Anybody got a bandage to put on this fly bite?"
"Bandage no", chimes the cleric, "but I have this." Xandarian reach for his holy symbol of Cayden Cailean and..
"Um..okay, and this", as the taladane walks over to cast cure light wounds on Marcus.
Xandarian carefully looks at his holy symbol, shakes it, blows on it, and tries again.
Xandarian looks up to the skies and mumbles, "Really, My Lord? C'mon! Stop making me look bad!
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Watching the 'connection' problems Xandler Bing has with his holy symbol, Marcus uses a bit more broken bedroll and a crossbow bolt to clean and patch his small wound...
... and he finishes his Rambo style patch up with a ribbon that would make some artists cry of joy.
After rocking it Marcus takes his crossbow back and this time loads it -knowing that carrying his crossbow unloaded goes against regulations- before cleaning his attire once again and turning to the bunker.
The guard walks around it looking for an entrance.
"Thanks...." grunts Mol as his wounds mostly knit closed.
"Someone should look around and try to figure out if we just massacered the only insect congregation of Torag, or if we just did the dwarf god a solid by cleaning out bug squatters from his temple."
Nothing of note to be found out here, but there is a door leading into the structure.
"I hope there aren't a bunch of sad fly orphans in there...." Molitor says as he tries the door.
You open the door into:
A stone bench lines the southern wall of this chamber. At the far side of the room, a basin of water sits atop a stone pedestal. A stone door engraved with an image of a hammer stands to the north.
As you get in here the gimpy NPC starts to mope and the dbag merchant gets whinier than normal. They get in a spat. You can diplomacy them down or be subject to much bickering.
Molitor walks into the chamber slowly.
He raises his left arm and holds it out horizontally in front of him and brings his right arm up beneath it to make a crude sign of the hammer to hopefully appease any angry dwarven gods that might be watching.
He approaches the door and looks it over.
Everyone notices the cleric stop and freeze up for several moments.
When the voice stops reverberating in Xandarian mind, he shakes the glossy eyed expression off his face. The holy man then says Everybody shut up! I was just in mental contact with My Lord Cayden Cailean! He said that Golarion is experiencing a major, and I mean MAJOR demonic incursion, and he's pissed about it because it interrupted a drinking contest between him and Desna! Also, he said that Iomeadae has taking an interest in us, for some reason"
After a long breath, Xandarian concluded, "That was it."
You have a sneaking suspicion that it could actually open into the next chamber, but you think independent verification might be on order.
"Oh mighty dwarf lord ... please don't strike me down." Mol mutters as 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.
There is a figure sitting at one of the benches towards the front, facing the altar. It also appears to be covered in dust.
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"Well, that indeed is interesting... unless dwarves can sit and survive by turning into stone, there shouldn't be anyone in here." says Marcus as he grasps his Dragon Badge of Badassery just in case.
The guard steps forward and asks in a loud voice "Morning, citizen. Please do identify yourself as this is a restricted area and the city is undergoing a bad case of demonic invasion."
Do you move up next to it or stay back?
Tanrov is distracted by the arguing in the back and he attempts to get the merchant in with the plan
"Horgus Gwerm, if you could refrain from letting yourself get distracted with arguments that are beneath you please, we need your help and thus full attention in navigating this place successfully, so we can all get out successfully"
He heeds your wisdom and shuts his pie hole.