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Grim lets his new comrades try their hand at convincing Teppish to provide the information they are looking for. If their efforts fail, he will try it his way...
"Or, if you prefer, I can cut you up, maybe let the lady heal you again, then cut you some more. It can be a very long night, I assure you..."
Grench sneers at his interrogators, eyeing the big man with the greatsword askance, "Fool Pathfinders! The derro are the tool that even now undermines the foundation of Cassomir's place in the world. Months ago we started a chain reaction that will mete out our vengeance on those who ride the coattails of our noble ancestors. Follow the sewer-way south and east and you will find the entrance to Cassomir Below. It is guarded, so be expecting a warm greeting. Go! Groetus waits to consume your very souls!"
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Kurse will hold on to the little guys weapons then use a wand on both of them.
(He will use additional charges if needed.) Kurse will then point to himself and say,"friend." Then taking his finger he draws a spiral shape in the air (the symbol of Pharasma). He then returns thier weapons and waves them off. "Be free little blue men and causse some misschief. Sslipss ssayss you sshould sset more free and watch out for Gargamel."
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"I say we tie him up, knock him out, and pick him up on our way back," Tanselle says. "It's more than he deserves."
The half-elf raises an eyebrow at Kurse's antics with the little blue men, but then again in their short time together she had already learned not to be surprised by anything the oracle got up to.
"Any of you know anything of this Groetus he speaks of," she asks of her companions.
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Tresca nods. "Sounds like as good a plan as any to me" the alchemist agrees to Tanselle, "I'm not overly worried about the threats of Groteus. The name doesn't strike me as familliar, mind you, but these cult types are all the same. All blood and fire and brimstone and soul eating. Nothing's eaten mine yet, and Groteus' clerics aren't tough enough to make me worried this time around."
As she speaks, Tresca grabs some of the rope from the storage closet, and uses it to tie the cleric up more securely, taking her own, costlier rope back when she's done. "Grim? You wanna help with knocking this one back out?" she asks
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Raul watches as the cleric sneers at the group, smiling every slightly as he is knocked back unconscious. Ok i suggest we pile his body underneath some of these crates so no one that comes out that door will see him asleep. I'd also consider gagging him. Raul looks for any scrap that could be used to gag the cleric, once he finds something adequate he will walk up to Tresca.Here use this to clean yourself up a bit Once she has done so or refuses he sticks the damp cloth in Teppish's mouth tying it snugly around his head. Raul will check all the knots and after Grimaldus' word he will scout ahead
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Grim moves the crate with the mark into the pie of other crates and hides it under one or two others. He then looks at each of his companions to verify they are done here in this room. When all have nodded, he will turn to Raul and say, "Good job finding these characters and letting us set up our attack. Let's see what else you can find for us."
Once the cleric is again sufficiently subdued, the blue creatures move away, carefully backing away. But Kurse notices they do not go far, lingering near and still watching what you do.
Groetus knowledge Check.
Raul moves silently south out of the room and west, back toward the junction you came from and crosses the board-bridges, passing by another dark alcove where the stench overpowers his senses. The foul waters swirl and dark forms bob in the water like some cresting aquatic beasts. A second look with the aid of his light reveal them to be pieces of floating garbage collected here. In the middle of trash floats three well-dressed, bloated corpses, their skin purple and splotchy and their bodies floating face down.
By the manner of dress, he guesses they were probably more prominent Taldan citizens, though they would likely be difficult to identify now.
Unfortunately, they appear to have been stripped of such identifying items. If they are to be identified, it may need to be by their clothing, which is custom tailored and of high quality, once.
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Tresca gives what assistance she can to Grim, taking great care not to fall in the water as she did so. One time being swept downstream by sewage was one time too many, after all. Tresca's mouth was set in a troubled line as she worked, her bravado from a few minutes ago vanished. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that lives were often on the line with Pathfinder work.
As she pulls one of the bodies close, she takes a moment to look for signs of injury, disease, and any other indication to how these people died. Were these people killed during an escape attempt? Or were they simply disposed of after wasting away as captives?
After gleaning what information she can, she speaks to the others in a low whisper. "I think it would be wise for us to press on, Raul scouting ahead as per usual. If they start to wonder why their cleric hasn't returned, our element of surprise may be lost."
Tresca easily identifies the cause of death, as each of the bodies has had their throat cut from ear to ear. Their wrists bear marks of struggling roughly against their bonds.
Raul moves further south until he detects the glow of torch light ahead, around a corner. The blue creatures travel parallel to your group, and begin to wave for you to follow them, making shushing gestures.
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Before leaving Kurse lets out a loud sigh. "Everyone'ss remainss desserve resspect even the oness dumped in poo water." He then arranges the bodies to make them look like they are sleeping peacefully. He then says a quick blessing to Pharasma." Can I not sstand next to Tressca? The ssmell is sso bad that even Sslipss iss complaining."
Raul cannot see the guard, but hears the faint scuffing of restless boots on dry stone where there should be another pool of sewage water.
Someone has constructed a large dam here made of wood scraps, ship beams, broken crates, and rocks. Beyond the dam is a room that once functioned as a catch basin for the sewers but now has dry, clean floors. In the northwest corner of the room, a sewer grate is set in the floor, and a huge chalk drawing of a rat about to pounce is sketched on the floor near the dam.
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"Yes, surprise is always best! This time, because of the distance from this corner to the room, I suggest you getting in a good spot, then T&T and Kurse move into position, with me coming last. I'm about as quiet as a thunderstorm. If the guard hears any of us, Raul can either start shooting or wait for the rest of us. If he's a mage, though, start shooting!!" Grim looks to the others for their thoughts.
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Tresca shakes her head sadly as she points out the wounds on the bodies. They were deliberately killed for one reason or another. Standing up, she makes a point of ignoring Kurse's comments about her smell. At least to Kurse. She resigns herself to muttering a few curses regarding uppity imaginary friends in Elvish, which she is fairly certain Kurse doesn't speak.
Following a short distance behind Raul, Tresca tries to remain hidden, crossbow in one hand, and attempts to draw the wand of shield with the other.
Once again, the spring on the wrist-sheath misfires, and the sound of a large clatter, followed by less-than-graceful fumbling reaches the ears of those nearby as the wand smacks the nearby wall, clatters to the ground, and is hastily snatched up. A quick wave of the wand materializes an ethereal disk which floats between the alchemist and her foes.
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The board bridge creaks loudly as Tanselle and Tresca move across it, and you hear the scraping sounds of a man standing up as he comes to investigate. Holding a torch, he emerges from around the corner and spots Raul. But the rogue was waiting for him, and releases his arrow, striking but merely grazing him.
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Kurse
Raul - hits for 2 damage
Grimaldus
Tresca
Tanselle
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Kurse will move up closer to the fighting and signal for the blue man group to follow him. "Come along little blue guyss letss ssee if we can find ssome more memberss for your group." He then calls out to his allies, "If you ssee any more blue men try not to hit them as it might upsset our new friendss."
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Tresca grimaces as she realizes that their element of surprise has been completely ruined. Eyeing the sewer below with great mistrust, Tresca darts across the boards as quickly as she is able, then runs to join Raul.
Once she arrives, Tresca nods in agreement with Kurse. "Agreed. The enemy of our enemy is our friend, right?"
Initiative Order - Round 1
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Kurse - double move
Raul - hits for 2 damage
Grimaldus - double move
Tresca - double move
Tanselle - double move
Enemy - moves on the defensive
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Grimaldus
Tresca
Tanselle
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Kurse finds that his little blue friends respond quickly to his beckoning, moving in behind the party.
Grimaldus rumbles down the sewer-way, sounding like a team of armored recruits. The lone guard goes on the defensive, stepping back toward the grate in the floor, stomping down on it twice and whirling his quarterstaff before him to keep his attackers at bay.
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Grim calls out to his party, "Expect more soon - he just signaled to others under the hatch!" As he approaches the lone man, Grim says, "Yield. You are outnumbered and flanked. We mean you no harm but will inflict it swiftly if you stand against us..."
If the man does not submit or attacks Grim, he will attack back.
Raul moves in swiftly to block the grate and Grimaldus swings his greatsword in a wide arc, slicing down with incredible force and wounding the man gravely. The guard falls, bleeding from his wounds and a sharp popping sound is heard a split second before a wave of flame fans out from the grate, catching Raul in it's fiery blast. Fortunately he leaps away before he is more than slightly singed.
The guard wears a necklace of a orange-red stone, studded leather armor and carried a quarterstaff.
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Tresca continues running to catch up with the guys, only to discover that the fight was already won by the time she arrived. Keeping her crossbow at the ready, she eyes the hatch suspiciously, ready to attack if something bursts out. "Your thoughts, Raul? Some sort of mechanical trap? Or more people on the way?" she asks, noting the flames that came out.
A thought occurs to Tresca. She pulls out a phial of the catalyst she used for her bombs. "What do you think of this..." Tresca holds up the phial, "Dropped in there?" she indicates the hatch. If there were people listening below the hatch, she could at least be vague so they wouldn't know exactly what was coming.
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"Tresca, that might be a bit hasty," Tanselle says. "There could be hostages down there. I'd hate to have the death of innocents on our hands."
With immediate combat over with, the gunslinger empties her pistol of its powder, shaking the firearm until the lead bullet rolls into her palm. She places it back in her pouch and gives the room a good looking over.
Kurse picks up the orange-red stone necklace and casts detect magic. "Well thiss lookss fancy, what do you think it doess Sslipss"
The necklace does indeed appear carry some minor enchantment. It seems it was used to protect the guard from being targeted by the fire spell trap. The gems and materials used to make it may yet be worth something.
No reinforcements appear to be forthcoming and as you open the grate, you see a long, sturdy ladder descending into a pitch black cavern below.
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Raul over to the oracle pulling up his shirt where the burns seem to be thee worst. Kurse tell me how bad does it look? hoping for another heal he will offer to go first and scan the area before everyone else makes their descent. Tresca maybe you and i should help down first and scan the area before the others make their way down. If you hear us yell up Grim barrel down the ladder as fast as possible. Ill try to go without being noticed. after Raul says the last part he throws his arm over nose covering his face like a vampire would do, he gives a slight chuckle and then descends into the depths below.
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Tresca nods at Raul's plan following him down the hatch.
As Tresca climbs, she takes a hand off the ladder and reaches for her pouch to reassure herself that she could reach a bomb if she needed. This action threw her ballance off slightly, and with a slightly startled squeak almost slips off, but manages to grab a hold of the rungs again.