Wrath of the Righteous Table Unwavering (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

who's up now, nightdeath?

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 Initiative

Alarmed by the commotion that accompanied combat,the dwarf maid rushed forward in a waddle similar to a duck charging with her maulax brandished. Her throat tightenedbas her curse gripped her,her husky contralto becoming an echoing gravelly baritone that sounded like stones cracking together.

Catching sight of the towering half-orc wielding a rather nasty polearm that gave him plenty of reach,the dwarf maid thrust out her free hand and made a gesture like she was punching in the red-robed hostile's direction.

Admonishing Ray.Spell DC is 17.CL is 5.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 ranged touch spell
4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 5, 3) = 14non lethal damage

A golden yellow ray of scintillating light like molten gold shot from her fist and punched into the red-robed half-orc with a sound similar to a meaty thump.It left a steaming indent in the center of his barrel chest.

Initative Round 1
Party
Oynar - Done
Caelus - Done
Melchesiech Done
Dennis - Done
Narvash - Done
E-Terah - Done
Enemy HP:2/35 (14 Non Lethal) AC 19/11/18

E-Terah's rays packs a subtle blow yet heavy enough to leave the half orc winded. Biting out a curse, He attempts to skewer Oynar with a step back and a forward thrust towards Oynar but misses when a sudden pain flares up in his chest causing him to grimace, thus spoiling his aim.
Attack with Ranseur 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 122d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 = 7

Initative Round 2
Party
Oynar
Caelus
Melchesiech
Dennis
Narvash
E-Terah
Enemy HP:2/35 (14 Non Lethal) AC 19/11/18

Dennis will keep chopping away at the orc.

power attack
to hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

doesn't mean he'll hit however

The eidolon shifts aside to avoid the ranseur, then lunges back in with claw and fang.

five foot step to re-engage, full attack

claw 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
claw 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

claw damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Naravash holds his arrow and shot, still waiting for a moment when the brash would-be assassin tries to invoke another spell.

Shorbow: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25for: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Standard: Ready Action - hold a shot for an attempted spell (Concentration DC = 10+spell level+damage dealt)

Melchesiech draws an arrow and holds, preparing to fire if he can get a clear shot (i.e., if one of the melee combatants goes down).

Roll to hit, if necessary: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

BUMP

Oynar's claw does what Dennis's swing fails, bringing down the half orc.

He's still alive though as his chest rises up in tandem with each breath completely at all of your mercy.

Anevia sneaks up with an arrow in her hands, raising it up above her head............

"Stop, Anevia. He may have information we need."

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Oynar looks back at Caelus, one claw raised, head cocked inquisitively to the side. Caelus shakes his head briefly, and the eidolon settles back onto her haunches, both front claws on the ground.

The dwarf maid approached,blowing steam off her gloved hand and buffing her nails against her corset in a show of casual nonchalance.She felt her vocal cords unstick and cleared her throat.

...Anevia,y'know this home invader? Seems lije he's got quite th' grudge against yer wife.

She let the sledge-end of her maulax drop to the floorboards inches from the subdued halforc's tusked face with a thump,adjustibg her grip to lean on it and make it clear she'd remove his head like it was the ball in a game of croquet....Now,how about you state your buisness here.Intruding into other people's homes is liable to get you killed,y'know.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16Diplomacy,dwarven style

"If you answer the questions, they might be nice enough to let me turn you in to the town watch instead of leaving your head on a pike out front. "

Naravash lowers his bow as the would-be assassin collapses. As Anevia limps forward with obviously murderous intent, his shoulders slump and he shakes his head, suddenly finding that he doesn't have the will to stop her. Looking around at the broken ruins of Kenabres, hearing the distant squeal of demons... stopping Anevia now seems pointless.

He leans heavily into the exterior wall of the home and slides down to his haunches while the others gather around their fallen foe. As Anevia pushes past and into her home, Naravash lowers his head in sadness.

What a perfect metaphor you've suddenly become, Anevia. Broken, fearful, you fought through a special kind of hell to get back to your home only to find ruin and death, an assassin, and no answer for the hope you harbored for so long. Does anything better wait for the rest of us?

"Oynar, Check the rest of the house," Caelus says quietly as he joins the group around their downed foe.

Nostrils flared wide, Oynar begins to quietly work her way through the house, alert for more lurking foes...or more victims.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18. +4 for scent-appropriate things.

While the party searches the house, Anevia having being dissuaded from ending the life of the Half orc wanders sits down heavily on a broken piece of furniture that could have being a chair or table, her face all void of expressions.

The house has had seen better days and would have being quite cosy if not for its semi destroyed appearance.
The North walls are found to have being rigged to collapse pending a wire trigger, found on the Half orc.
Numerous trip lines and multiple bells are found hidden innoccus places serving to act as a form of advanced warnings. They were found almost everywhere, the doorway, the windows, the ceiling, the support beams, the front step and 20 feet out from the house itself. Whatever his reason, this half orc didn't spare any expense in doing so.

The party finds what seems to
A very well made Ranseur, soon found to be a Ranseur of the Gargoyle
50 GP
2 Potion bottles, emptied
15 days worth of rations.

In a section of the house, an altar is discovered so heavily defiled that it is obvious even to the oblivious of the party as multiple rotting internal organs can be seen on the altar. The rest of the following party, namely Horgus and Aravashnial wisely remains silent. The scent of blood, death and decay is so heavy that Oynar's sensitive nose burns........

As for the captured half orc......upon being roused, he says nothing no matter what is being said or done to him.........

"I see no sign of your wife, Anevia. Is there anywhere else that she would be?"

"Yeah, unless there is something we missed, we have to keep moving. We'd best get about our mission and make sure we're somewhere safe come dark. "

"This individual seems to have been safe here for some time. If necessary...and acceptable to the rest of you...we may be able to rest here."

"I kind of get the impression he was safe here because he was part of the invasion. He's probably a demon cultist. "

"Does he wear any symbols that would indicate an Abyssal allegiance?"

"Anevia, do you have any idea who this attacker is?"

....Dearie,I'm so sorry about your home. Judging by the orc's words,I do beleieve he had been lying in wait specifically for your wife for some grudge and had been hoping to use you as bait to lure her into his clutches.Thus,I do beleive she is quite alright for the meantime. Shes probably just worried sick about you being M.I.A. in this entire disaster,is all. the dwarf maid went over to the despondant woman and rubbed her back soothingly as she spoke reassuringly.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27Diplomacy

Good one, E-Terah!

The dwarfmaid hefted the looted ranseur and gave it an experimental thrust and slash through the air near their halforc captive,humming in approval.If nobody else wants it...

Hmm.Good heft.Balanced. Not exactly well maintained.Needs to be honed.she muttered.

To the tight-lipped halforc,she prodded him roughly in the crotch with a marble-toed boot.Oi.House-crasher.Exactly who're you in all this?1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 Dwarven diplomacy to foe

OMG E-Terah on those Diplomacy Rolls!!!!
The Dwarven Maid's words seem to ahve broken open the dam holding back all of Anevia's emotions as the woman clings onto the Dwarven lass sobbing, allowing E-Terah to comfort her as she attempts to draw strength from the solidness of E-Terah.

After spending some time to both vent her fustrations, she begins to speak.

"Aye. I know of this one. He's one of several criminals, My dear Wife tracked down during her time in the River Kingdoms. A half-orc cultist of Xoveron named Vagorg, a man whose grandiose plans to burn down an entire neighborhood in Tymon were cut short when he was captured by a fellow half-orc. Vagorg tried to plead clemency with my beloved on the grounds of being the same race as her but she refused and turned him over to the proper authorities. Im at loss as to why he is here now."

"Also there should be secret niche in the bedroom. It'll be above the eastern most bed support, third brick from the left and seven bricks up. If there's any note she left for me, it should be there."

"Umm, you know, the commander of the remaining forces is a female Half Orc. Things have been so hectic, I don't even know her name, but I wonder if that might be who you are looking for?"

Melchesiech goes to the secret niche location to see if there's a note there.

Anevia latchs onto Dennis and demands a description thouh Dennis is unable to give out much details, she appears to have a light of hope.

Melchesiech searches the hidden compartment and finds a note.

My Love should you find this. I'll be at Defender's Heart with as many survivors as I can find or gather. I await you there. Within this cache I have left supplies for you to make your way to me. I await with loving arms for your safe return.

Within the cache are 5 potions of Invisibility, 3 Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds, 15 days worth of rations.

The elf brings up the supplies and the note; he hands the latter to Anevia before setting down the various flasks and packages. "I believe this is for you."

Anevia accepts the note from the elf and reads it. Tears flow down her face as her smile illuminates her face. Her eyes now filled with Hope.
She turns to all of you.
"Defender's Heart! She's at Defender's Heart! We should head there now." clutching that note as if her very life depends on it, she gazes at all, her eyes beseeching.

"No. We should head over to the Tower first. If this guardsman..." gesturing to Dennis "is to be believed. They're in relatively good shape while the same cannot be said for where I must head too." Aravashnial speaks up, his voice harsh and insistant.
"No. It is an absolute imperative that I head there immediately even if I must go alone." His fist clenches and unclenches.

Horgus for his part remains silent. Instead he makes himself comfortable in the small confinement of the house and sits waiting.
"We still have light. About 5 hours by my reckoning."

Melchesiech glances quickly at Dennis before speaking. "There are also the three cultist safe houses that will need to be dealt with. Dennis, we obtained information in the catacombs beneath the city that will doubtless be of interest to you and your superiors. Aravashnial, are you speaking of the Tower of Estrod?"

"So you're saying we have even more reason to go where I wanted to in the first place. "

...We already decided on how we'd proceed.Next,we go to th' tower,drop our Riftwarden off and assist with whatever troubles there,go to the strongjold... the dwarf maid rolled a wrist,exasperated at outlining the course they all agreed upon hours earlier.

...So damned fickle...

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18Diplomacy

"Yeah, I know. "

"Aye, E-Terah has the right of it - Let us stick to the plan. Anevia, you at least know that your wife is more like to be safe than many another. We'll see you safe to her as soon as may be. As to the safe houses, I think we might do well to seek some help in dealing with them."

Anevia nods at your words while Aravashnial sneers at your general direction finally confident that his destination would be at hand.

Horgrus shrugs though his behaviour seems more relaxed now that you have all being to the surface.

Picking your way through the rubble however, you all hear a scream and the words.
"Kill the witch! We'll make sure that she and all her cultist friends would not be calling forth ay demons." The sounds seem to come forth from about 50feet away from where the party is. Furthermore there is a wall obsuring your view.

"Cultists? Perhaps we should investigate."

"I guess we probably should, though you're welcome to convince the rest to deviate from the plan. "

"No, I agree with Melchesiech...we should invesitgate."