Burning and singed, Anaba carries Davok to the last demon and the two try to finish this battle.
Draghis tries to find an opening to fire her crossbow.
"Gross! Ow, dat looks painful..." Sariel tries to slay the last demon before it can vomit anymore boiling blood.
Claire sheathes her wand, takes a quick five-foot step forward, and swings her sword at the final demon!
"Tear it apart!"
Fredric cares little that flame licks at him - he has demons before him!
Fredric cares little that flame licks at him - he has demons before him!
Burning and singed, Anaba carries Davok to the last demon and the two try to finish this battle.
The two side areas contain tattered bedrolls, it seems cultists had been using these as bedchambers previously.
You spot a hidden door the southern wall of the southern side chamber.
Kaeldron knelt down, feeling the weight of his injuries as he did so. He prayed, causing a golden light to wash out from him and through his comrades. ”I’m afraid that is the last of such healing from me.”
”I’m afraid that is the last of such healing from me.”
"Vildeis has granted me more, should anyone still need it. Though it is not as powerful as Sir Kaeldron's."
"Kaeldron, I am fully healed."
Fredric glances around, in case anything important is within sight.
Claire sifts through the bedrolls, then shakes her head. "Nope, no one in them!"
Proud of her contribution, she pulls out her holy blade and leads the way forward. "Uh... this way? I think?" Blushing she adds, "I'm like... SUPER bad with directions!"
A long passageway extends past multiple prison cells before ending within a barred chamber to the east. An alcove along the south wall includes another set of iron doors leading south, while opposite this a barred gate provides access to another set to the north.
A pair of tormented souls guards the hall. Each appears as a horribly mangled human paladin with limbs broken in multiple places, and they reach out to suck the life from you.
Spectres are evil undead that hate sunlight and living things. Most are the remnants of murdered or evil humans, their anger preventing them from entering the afterlife. Like ghosts, spectres haunt the places of their deaths, and seek to draw others into the lonely abyss of undeath.
A spectre looks much as it did in life and can be easily recognized by those who knew the individual or have seen the individual’s face in paintings or drawings. Spectres retain a strong sense of identity, and even ancient, insane spectres generally remain coherent. Evil historians and necromancers often try to ally with spectres for the knowledge they held in life and retain in undeath.
Sometimes the forces of the worldwound create these undead using prisoners to guard areas. They are incorporeal creatures and resistant but not immune to channeling.
Claire
Ghosts
Fredric
Kaeldron
Davok
Sariel
Claire lets out a surprised shriek, then draws her sword and points it at the ghosts. "Are you a good ghost? Or a bad ghost? Can you remember?" More than a little confused, Claire walks closer, sword in hand.
Alistair follows bravely... hiding behind his mistress the whole time.
Claire lets out a surprised shriek, then draws her sword and points it at the ghosts. "Are you a good ghost? Or a bad ghost? Can you remember?" More than a little confused, Claire walks closer, sword in hand.
Alistair follows bravely... hiding behind his mistress the whole time.
The two undead charge forward with silent battle cries as they reach out to touch Claire.
Animals, whether wild or domesticated, can sense the unnatural presence of a spectre at a distance of 30 feet. They do not willingly approach nearer than that and panic if forced to do so unless a master succeeds at a DC 25 Handle Animal, Ride, or wild empathy check. A panicked animal remains so as long as it is within 30 feet of the spectre.
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Ghosts Red -12
Kaeldron held up his spear and shouted a prayer to Lythertida, causing it to glow with holy light.
”We cannot bring our numbers to bear in the hallway. Fall back and form a line! Sariel’s arrows will punish them if they do not follow.”
At the sight of the ghosts striking at Claire, Fredric channels divine might into his blade, ready for a reckoning of cold iron!
Sariel tests the defenses of the ghosts with his enchanted bow.
At the sight of the ghosts striking at Claire, Fredric channels divine might into his blade, ready for a reckoning of cold iron!
Kaeldron held up his spear and shouted a prayer to Lythertida, causing it to glow with holy light.
”We cannot bring our numbers to bear in the hallway. Fall back and form a line! Sariel’s arrows will punish them if they do not follow.”
Davok holds position and readies himself to strike.
Sariel tests the defenses of the ghosts with his enchanted bow, finishing off the injured ghost!
Claire moves back carefully, Alistair happily moves in tow. "You showed him!"
The last ghost moves forward only to meet Davok's enchanted blade! Though it's spectral form is in tatters
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Ghosts -44
Seeing the ghost next to him, Fredric says:
"Back to the afterlife with you, spirit!"
Then he promptly endeavours to send the ghost there.
"Scar my body or scar my soul, it will not stay your demise," Davok declares as he and Anaba strike again.
"Yea, what they said!"
"Owwie!" Claire shrieks. That hurt!"[/b] She stumbles back a bit, then swings her holy blade at the ghost around the corner. "Take that!"
"Yeah! Get it! Cut it to pieces!"
With no way to get to the ghost, Kaeldron stood his ground and kept his eyes open for any other threats.
Seeing the ghost next to him, Fredric says.
"Back to the afterlife with you, spirit!"
Then he promptly sends the ghost there.
Two large prison cells flank this large interrogation chamber. The entryway to each cell is lined with multiple layers of arcane sigils scribed into the floor, lintels, and even the barred door. While the symbols around the western cell door glow with red light, those to the east do not and its prison door hangs open.
The walls of the cell to the east has been decorated withs hundreds upon hundreds of butterfly images, scratched into the stone by something sharp. A short prayer has been scratched into the wall.
HEAR MY PRAYER, LAPY LUCK. FOR IT IS YOU I NEED IN ESCAPING THIS CELL. NOT JUST THE LIFE BEHIND THESE BARS, BUT AN ETERNITY SPENT SHACKLED TO THE ABYSS ITSELF. IF YOU TRULY ARE THE TENDER OF DREAMS, THEN TENDER UNTO ME A NEW EXISTENCE. LET ME SING THE SONG OF THE
SPHERES, SEE THE STARS WITH NEW EYES, AND ESCAPE THE PIT INTO WHICH MY SOUL WAS CAST. BRING ME GOOD FORTUNE, MY LADY. BRING ME A NEW SPIRIT MADE CLEAN AND I WILL FOREVER BE YOURS, IN LIFE, AND IN FAITH. I AM READY. FINALLY READY
Claire inspects the carvings and butterflies seriously for a LONG moment. Eventually she taps her lip in thought. "...I don't get it."
Alistair groans, takes a deep breath, and visibly rolls his puppy eyes.
"It would seem the inhabitant of this cell has prayed to a deity to be freed from demonic imprisonment. If they were an ally, then I hope their desire was granted.
"I am curious why the runes around this cell are still active, however."
The gleam of insight graces Sariel's handsome eyes as he reads the inscription.
"Remember Saunton's journal. He wrote've a succubus by th'name of Aureshalae, what was captured by Aponavicius but escaped th' dungeon. Staunton named 'er an Abyssal heretic. I know Desna's prayers when I see 'em. Ya fink this were Aureshalae's doin'?"
Fredric looks at the scratched message with a stern gaze.
"It could well be. At least they sound as if they desired the aid of Desna to escape the taint of the abyss. But we should move on. We have a city to save."
Claire beams at Sariel. "You remembered that?! You are SO smart! It totally slipped my mind!" As they continue onward, Claire taps her lip in thought. "At least I think it slipped my mind... Did I read that book?"
Alistair sighs again. "I read it to you. Nice to see you were paying attention." Under his breath he adds, "Guess the snores should've given it away..."
He bounds after his charge, exasperation quickly forgotten as Claire gives him a smile and a pat on the head.
As they continue onward, he wags his tail.
Anaba can pick up the scents of various humans that were held in the cells... and one demon. Ye discover little else of interest.
Ten individual cells line the walls of this communal prison block. Six crusaders lie in various cells but as you approach they turn baring their fangs which are far too long... and reveal the fact that the cell doors are unlocked as they begin to open them.
A vampire can elect to create a vampire spawn instead of a full-fledged vampire when she uses her create spawn ability on a humanoid creature only. This decision must be made as a free action whenever a vampire slays an appropriate creature by using blood drain or energy drain.
Vampire spawn are not as resilient as true vampires but are still resistant to elecricity and the cold. Silver can overcome their supernatural resilience
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Crusaders?
”Vampire Spawn! Silver slays, electricity and cold just makes them mad.” Kaeldron yelled out. His father had drilled into his head many of the various types of undead and their weaknesses...even if his go-to solution was to stab them in the face regardless. He figured that a spear to the heart should be effective enough.
Draghis unloads her crossbow at the nearest target.
Roaring in rage at the atrocity committed to these crusaders, Davok spurs Anaba into action, also attacking the closest target.
Sariel beams with pride at Claire, walking with an extra spring in his step.
When the demons emerge, he sighs. "Dun' know when t'quit." With each syllable, he shoots an arrow.
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Fredric rushes into the room, hearing Kaeldron's words, and adding his own call:
"Let us see how they like cold iron!"
”Vampire Spawn! Silver slays, electricity and cold just makes them mad.” Kaeldron yelled out. His father had drilled into his head many of the various types of undead and their weaknesses...even if his go-to solution was to stab them in the face regardless. He figured that a spear to the heart should be effective enough... as the weapon struck through the vampire spawn turned to drifting motes of dust and ember!
Sariel beams with pride at Claire, walking with an extra spring in his step.
When the demons emerge, he sighs. "Dun' know when t'quit." With each syllable, he shoots an arrow. The first few are too much punishment for the undead as it explodes into dust and embers. The last arrow finds its home in the head of another vampire spawn who hisses in return.
Claire bounces forward and strikes the confused vampire spawn with an arrow in its head. She pouts as it fails to explode like the others.
"Do it again!" Alistair cheers her on.
Roaring in rage at the atrocity committed to these crusaders, Davok spurs Anaba into action, also attacking the closest target... which is torn into dust and embers.
Fredric rushes into the room, hearing Kaeldron's words, and adding his own call:
"Let us see how they like cold iron!"
The injured vampire lunges at Frederic to grab him but only finds his blade before being rendered into nothing but motes.
While he is distracted the other tries to grab him but gets in elbow to the midsection for his troubles.
Claire's eyes go wide as the create lunges at her but a slash across it's chest drives it back.
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Crusaders? Yellow -11
Kaeldron was caught with indecision as to where to go. Support Lady Claire or Sir Frederic? At the last moment he decided that Sir Davok would be able to reach Claire without issue, so he moved in to support the raging Paladin. The hesitation, though, interfered with the timing of his jab.
Fredric follows the elbow to the undead's chest with two brutal strikes!
As if he would deliver any other kind.
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Seeing Frederic obliterate the vampire spawn, Kaeldron was left standing there awkwardly, instantly regretting his decision to put his spear anywhere near the man’s oversized blade.
Kaeldron was caught with indecision as to where to go. Support Lady Claire or Sir Frederic? At the last moment he decided that Sir Davok would be able to reach Claire without issue, so he moved in to support the raging Paladin.
As his target is destroyed Frederic turns towards Claires to finish it off.
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This dank hall contains a restraining table and various implements of torture. The sharp tang of fresh blood hangs heavy in the air.
Three babaus tend the gear and stand guard here.
Fredric Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Kaeldron Initiative: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 22
Sariel Initiative: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14
Davok Initiative: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
Claire Initiative: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6
Monster Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
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Babau
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Davok
On and on they moved, pushing into the lair of the enemy without stopping, without rest. They risked over extending by facing a foe that was on par with them. But it also meant continuously catching their enemies off guard. And this was such an example, with Kaeldron charging a demon, his spear striking with the force of a lance at full tilt.
"They were so SPARKLY!" Claire gushes as the vampires explodes rather beautifully. But, a moment later she frowns. "Ewww, it's the sticky bloody things again! These one are GROSS!" She sticks her tongue out at the demons, blade in hand. "And MEAN!"