(vs Touch AC; same enemy)
Attack and damage are 1 higher if the enemy has been demoralized.
Untouchable Aura still in effect.
The priestess has collapsed in a heap as blood stains her regalia...
The Knight is either dead or unconscious you aren't sure...
The Drow has survived your collective assault...barely and you see the seething fury in his eyes... He makes a gesture with his hands and unleashes a cone of fire at Unmarked and Artor.
Drow Will save against untouchable aura,
fire damage, reflex save is 15.
ref save
dodging nimbly Unmarked avoids the brunt of the fire wave...
Artor alas does not takes the full brunt of the inferno...
()
Unmarked goes after the drow now.
+2 if i can charge with it
+1 atk/dmg vs someone I have Demoralized
Using Overwhelming Fear, Drow must make a DC 16 fort save or cower for 1 round.
artor moves into a position where he can flank with the warforged and proceeds to attempt to deal non-lethal damage with his halberd.
Attack for dmg
Kyrso glares at the drow, waiting to see what his companions do.
alright moving forward without the druid's action, you just manage to knock out the drow Artor and all of you hear a fierce cry in the distance... The Drow are coming!
Artor will remove any obvious religious symbols and tie the drow up.
"Now what?"
As you begin speaking Unmarked you look back and see the damage that Drask and his pet have inflicted, the archers are in complete disarray and then a massive black cloud comes out in the middle of the archers... You hear screaming from the darkness and as the darkness dissipates you see why, a massive (by drow standards) drow stands in the middle of ten dead or dying thranians. He wields two short swords and you see many piercings that cover his body. As the rest of the drow warriors kill or capture the thranians Drask motions to you all to go to the pierced drow...
"Oh dear, have we started a small war?"
Artor grabs the unconscious drow he tied up and begins to head over.
Unmarked follows the dwarf over to end this madness.
You all approach the drow and you hear him speak in a strange tongue, you could swear that he makes occasional clicking sounds...like a scorpion.
Kalin however seems to be able to speak the tongue and says, this my compatriots is the chieftain of the Drow clan Tequpotiliz. He wants to know who you are and more to the point he is curious to know why a sulatar drow is in his territory...
Artor throws the drow onto the ground. "Ask him, all I did was beat him unconscious."
"I have no info on the subject. I did as I was paid to do."
Drask relays your words and the chieftain speaks in that strange, clicking tongue...
Drask says,I believe that our most esteemed chieftain desires that you be his guests for dinner...
"As long as there is acceptable mead and good strong meat a feast would be most agreeable."
"That does sound...reasonable."
The shifter bows from his seat on the dinosaur, indicating he is in agreement.
The chieftain motions for you to follow and you see the village itself, the village is built in the ruins of giants which have been repurposed by the drow. They have shorn small doors in the ancient stone doors that the giants themselves once used. You see smoke and death as well, the drow have put out most of the fires but a few cling on in fiery defiance. You see a few dead drow who are surrounded by strange drow who are scarred with white markings... You then see the building that must serve as the great hall of the drow, this is the only structure the drow seemed to have raised for themselves. It is a massive shrine to Vulkoor, a colossal slab of stone that is easily ten feet tall and ten feet wide. Upon it you see a massive green and white scorpion, beneath the scorpion you see drow and strange runes or markings that seem to be the written language of your hosts...
Knowledge (religion check)
Artor wanders around interested but unknowledgeable in Drow religion.
Unmarked similarly looks about with no real knowledge of religion.
As the chieftain walks up to series of five massive stone tables (with seats for forty a table) drow seem to move into the area and start taking seats. You can now smell the welcome scent of food and you spot several drow carrying large, stone kegs to the tables. You also see the strange white scarred drow moving in on the tables, all told there are twenty of them and each one holds a limp body wrapped in white...
Unsure if the seats are for him or only for drow, Unmarked stands and observes the happenings.
Kyrso watched silently, unsure of what to say.
The white scarred drow file past and a door opens beneath the great scorpion tablet, the drow file past carrying their dead to what is likely a crypt of some sorts. As the last white scarred drow enters the door a loud cry comes from every drow throat, it is a primal scream that is filled with both grief and hatred. If it is not a call for revenge against those who slew their kin then you do not know what it is... Finally the drow sit down and Kalin motions you all to your seats near the chieftain, you are his honored guests and only the finest food and Quinchol (drow ale) is given to you.
Artor takes a seat and begins to eat.
as the meal concludes two drow carrying a heavy stone chest come up to you, as the chieftain speaks Drask translates. These are for you, they are gifts which should serve you well in your travels.
The drow open the chest and you see several items, one is an ancient looking stone halberd () which is said by your host to have been used in the elven rebellions and he sincerely hopes that you will use it for its intended purpose.
Another item is a strange purple sphere that glows ominously () the chieftain says that it was recovered from ancient ruins to the east and inland. He does not know what it is for but none of his clan have any use for it.
The next item is an ancient amulet in the shape of a white and green scorpion (), the chieftain says that this amulet has been worn by many a warrior and it is now time to pass it on to clearly worthy warriors and allies.
The final item is a cloak that looks like it was torn from the primal jungle itself() and it is an item that many drow warriors cherish for it can allow them to slip easily into the jungles of Xen'drik.
There is also a pile of ancient gold coins in the chest ().
Ormak enjoys the meal, but once again says very little. Being around this many people is still very new to him, and he is definitely uncomfortable.
He does survey his surroundings though, curiosity being strong in him.
Unmarked looks at the docent in particular, its form looking particularly... reminiscent of something from his clouded past. He asks Drask an unrelated question, "Can you ask how many different tribes of dark ones there are here? If they are too numerous, how many of note are there in the general area?"
Ormak, your eyes settle upon a strange looking drow clad in a loincloth and who is accompanied by a large scorpion () that bears the same color's as the scorpion depicted on the shrine...
Unmarked,by ancient drow laws and traditions each clan is entitled to a ten to five mile stretch of territory which is exclusively theirs. As for the number of drow tribes at a given time that greatly depends, many tribes are absorbed by others tribes via warfare or political alliances etc...
Ormak offers a slight bow to the Drow with scorpion, as it appears to be somebody of respect, or authority.
Ormak as the night wears on the chieftain notices your interest in the drow shaman and tells you that perhaps in the future you might learn some of the mysteries of the wild...
You are all woken up at well past noon, the revels of the drow can last just until sunrise, the drow that awaken you all motion for you to follow them...
Unmarked stops work on the crude wooden figurine he was working on while the other slept, and follows the drow when the others arise.
All of you proceed to the chieftain's own personal hut and you see the priest you captured strapped to a table... His body is covered in pustules and pricks, small scorpions with the clan's markings are being quite industrious...
You see Drask and the chieftain speaking in the common tongue, when they you they motion for you all to come forward.
As you come forward you all notice that the chieftain is speaking common with a heavy drow accent, he speaks to you all bluntly.
A problem has emerged, despite the pain he is enduring the fire giant worshipping scum has proven remarkably resilient to our efforts to extract information from him. From my own probing's is would seem that he is protected by some sort of mind ward, one that is resistant to all attempts to breach it. This information is critical and I know of a way to extract it, tell me are you prepared to delve into the ruins of another era? I have also prayed for spells that allow me to speak your tongue, some things can be lost in translation despite the best efforts of Drask.