Bulgard drops the cultist without the need of a crit check.
Round 2
Cultist, yellow, Seldlron, red, blue
Bulgard, Mox, Rhen
Grokar, <====
Grokar moves up again, drawing the ax and getting right up to the two cultists.
"Surrender or be cut down" his ax glistens as if hungry to bite into human flesh.
Red rows of flowers are not difficult terrain, you may retcon your move. Let me know your decision.
Grokar moves right to the two remaining cultists, but fails to intimidate them.
yellow is dying
Seldlron inspects the dying cultist.
"This one lives! We have no need of the others."
Seldlron removes his backpack where he keeps his rope.
red swings at Grokar and takes a 5 ft step
blue swings at Grokar and takes a 5 ft step
Round 3
yellow, Seldlron, red, blue
Grokar, Bulgard, Mox, Rhen <=======
Mox fires at Red again.
The bolt lodges into the cultist.
The swings come at Grokar and he laughs. He steps up again and chops 2handed with the ax at the blue cultists.
Grokar gives the cultist a nice wound.
Round 3
yellow, Seldlron, red, blue
Grokar, Mox,
Bulgard, Rhen <=======
Bulgard advances and fires one at red and one at blue.
Both arrows hit their marks. Rhen is up.
Never thought we would wait on Rhen to post.
Rhen fires his crossbow at blue
Blue goes down.
Red takes a defensive posture and moves to the back of the field.
Seldlron begins to bind his unconscious captive.
Round 4
yellow, Seldlron, red
Grokar, Bulgard, Mox, Rhen <=====
Mox advances. He waves a hand over the fallen cultist and speaks some words.
"NOT SURRENDER, YOU DIE!!! the burly half orc charges wildly across the field, his rage finally boiling over and exploding as he carries his heavily armored self towards the fleeing cultist. Ax held high, he screams as his feet carry him ever closer to the man. There is a madness in his eyes, but also a clarity, as though this is the state he was meant to be in.
That is a miss.
Bulgard just shoots two more arrows.
Bulgard drops the cultist. End initiative.
Seldlron slaps the cultist in the face. "Wake up!
Bulgard makes his way to Seldlron and the cultist. He stands by to listen to the interrogation.
Seldlron slaps the unconscious cultist again. "Wake up, you!
Mox pulls a vial of smelling salts from his belt and waves it under the unconscious man's nose.
He cocks his beaked face towards Seldlron. Subjecting him to treatment similar to what resulted in his current state is not likely to have the results you desire. I assure you there are other forms of treatment which are not only effective but far more reasonable.
The cultist is covered in white pustules. "Huh?...Wha?" He looks about and gives a slight tug on his bindings. He notices that Seldlron is infected. "Hahaha, you will die. You will die like everyone in Falcon's Hollow. Hahahaha."
Once the Cultist is awake Rhen puts his sword under the mans chin.
"Ye plan ta kill All o' thee Hallow?" Rhen asks
"Hahahaha."
I can assure you that I will not become infected and my associate here will not die under my care. Your abject defiance here is futile. I need to know how this afflictionwas designed, specifically what it has to do with these plants. Assuming you are going to mock our efforts, would you rather him just break a bone to get started?
The cultist looks away from Mox and does not respond.
"Which bone you want broken, Mox?"
Seldlron begins coughing profusely and takes a knee.
Rhen cuts the chin of the captured cultist. "Cut off a finger, that be gettin' him talkin'."
"Okay!, Okay! The plague is transmitted through the pollen in these flowers." He points at Bulgard, Khador, and Grokar who are covered in pollen from moving through the flowers. "Hahahaha"
Rhen looks at his friends covered in the pollen.
"Mox can ye do somethin'? They must be havin' notes somewhere round here." Rhen leaves the man to Seldlron and goes to see if he can find a book on the other bodies.
Rhen searches the three dead gardeners. He finds that each carries a potion of cure moderate wounds, a tanglefoot bag (2), a +1 hide shirt, a club, a masterwork sickle, a masterwork sling with 7 bullets, masterwork gardening tools, a shovel, a silken rope, and 540 gold pieces. The bound gardener is equipped exactly as the others.
Putting all the gathered gear in one spot Rhen returns to the group.
"No book, they must be havin' a home round here somewhere."
Mox emits his Aura of Purity for 1 min and examines the flowers.
Upon inspection of the flowers Mox knows that they have somehow been altered, making their pollen granules larger and paler than normal.
Grokar carries the dead body over and plops it down next to the bound cultists. He grabs a tangle foot bag and tosses it from hand to hand, half listening to the conversation and pondering what he will have for lunch.
Seldron leans into the cultist's face almost touching noses. He presses a dagger against his jugular. "How are flowers way out here going to affect those in town?"
"We have sent them to town to be distributed on the street. They will begin just before dark and continue until everyone is dead. Hahahaha."
Seldlron stands and draws his greataxe. He places it on the cultist's throat. "Any more questions for this one?"
Not unless he is intimately familiar with the disease creation, ie the pollen alteration. If not, I say dispatch him and make haste back to the town before this malady can spread.
"Thank ye fer yer cooperation, ye worthless scumbag cultist."
Seldlron smiles as he admires the mess he just made. He retrieves his rope and puts it in his backpack.
"We must make way to Laurel without haste." He heads into the woods in the direction of town.
Exposures as of leaving the field
Rhen 1 (1 hr around Seldlron)
Mox 2 (1 hr around Seldlron and inspection of flowers)
[aura of purity]
Bulgard 13 LOL (Seldlron and moving through flowers)
Khador 10 (Seldlron and moving through flowers)
Grokar 14 (Seldlron and moving through flowers)
After two hours heading into town, Mox, Rhen, and Bulgard rapidly begin to feel ill. They break out in a sweat as white pustules begin to appear on their skin.
After another hour, the same happens to Khador and Grokar.
When you enter Roots and Remedies, Laurel greets you. She notices the pustules on Seldlron, Bulgard, Rhen, and Grokar. "Oh, my. Tell me your symptoms." She looks at Mox. "My grannie told me about folks like you. I ain't never met one till now. You ain't from around here. I'm guessing the otherworldly power you made a pact with led you here because of this. You can't cure them?"
Laurel comes from a long line of wise women, each passing her secrets on to the next. While she is an accomplished herbalist in her own right, Laurel owes the most miraculous of her successes to several pages in the back of her heirloom recipe book. These few leaves of parchment overflow with notes and cryptic formulas in ancient, scrawled handwriting and are rumored to contain original recipes of the witches of Irrisen.
Bulgard proceeds to tell her, stuttering, of the events that transpired with the cultists and of the cultists plan for the hollow.
Seldlron hands her the notes he has been keeping. "I have had this for three days now, ma'am."