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The standing orc is quickly overpowered while the other sleeps...
Lesser acid flask (4)
Lesser alchemist’s fire (4)
Lesser bottled lightning (4)
Minor elixir of life (4)
orc knuckle dagger (2)
30gp of Alchemical Supplies
Sool opens his pack and helps himself to the alchemical supplies.
He also attempts to figure out what the orcs were working on.
Throkk loots the remaining items, to make sure they are not left behind.
Emri drinks a pair of elixir of lifes and pockets a third.
Sazen completes her Coup de Grace action.
Coup de Grace: As a full-round action, you can use a melee weapon to deliver a coup de grace (pronounced “coo day grahs”) to a helpless opponent. You can also use a bow or crossbow, provided you are adjacent to the target.
You automatically hit and score a critical hit. If the defender survives the damage, he must make a Fortitude save (DC 10 + damage dealt) or die. A rogue also gets her extra sneak attack damage against a helpless opponent when delivering a coup de grace.
Sazen finishes off the sleeping orc.
Sool can tell the orcs were just experimenting rather than trying to create anything in particular. There are notations on different sunbstances in different quantities. It's more of an academic undertaking than actual production suprisingly.
Morson observes no traps. The area to the east is unlit but his dwarven eyes can see crates, he hears no movement in the area ahead.
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Sool glances down at the slain orcs a trifle sadly just as Sazen finishes off the sleeping one with a single plunge of dagger.
"They were just dabbling. Trial and error, mixing things together to see what happened. I wonder if they'd dare to do that if their master were actually here." he muses. The looks at them in silence a bit longer, then seems to mentally dismiss them. "Well, they made their bed."
He wanders over to where Morsun is peering into the dark room.
"Shall we investigate what's in these crates?" he suggests.
"If you feel like we should, but let's have Throkk and maybe someone else stand watch out here. If anyone else," and here Morsun points to the two passages leading west, "heard us take out those two," he indicates the two dispatched orcs in the room they're in, "we don't want them sneaking past us."
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Sool nods and makes his way into the dark room.
He holds his hands out before himself and pushes them slowly together, humming intently. He seems to be pushing against some sort of resistance. Eventually a little flicker of liquid orange springs up between his hands, swirling and glowing slightly in mid-air. He pulls out a dagger and touches it to the orange phantom and the blade of the dagger bursts into bright white light.
Sool then moves forward to investigate the contents of the crates.
Most of the barrels and crates are quite old, but the gear and equipment in the laboratory is of the same style and make and looks as if it may have once been stored here.
The equipment here is old but quite valuable to the right buyer. If you returned with a wagon, you could load it all up and sell it for one hundred gold pieces but would have to travel to a large city to find such a wealthy buyer.
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"Our Blighter has significant wealth to back up his malice." observes Sool as he goes from crate to crate. He opens one seemingly at random and pulls out a piece of glassware.
"See this? This alembic retort is reinforced with mithril tracings to strengthen the glass and help it hold its shape when heated. That's a fairly rare and exotic piece of equipment to find in a cave, and there's a half dozen in this box alone. And one only needs it for rather esoteric experiments -- most flames don't burn anywhere near hot enough to require such gear."
"Come, let's keep searching." he suggests to Morsun.
Morsun turns from Sool as he leaves the room and mouths "Let's keep searching!" with a sneer, but he moves to do just that. He inspects the southern passage on the western wall, hoping to rule it out as another storage area before moving into the larger passage north of it.
Throkk decides to mimic Emri and drinks the fourth elixir of life.
He acknowledges the suggestion to guard with a wave.
Emri keeps watch with Throkk, blocking the cave exit with her tiny body.
Sazen follows Morsun, keeping her bow ready in case they run into more bad guys.
The door from the laboratory into this area is secured with a simple wooden bar on the laboratory side. Morson hears no noises from the other side and a thin layer of dust shows the bar has been in pace for some time.
The cavern beyond is strewn with refuse such as bones and broken equipment. Morson spots that there is also a secret door leading from this area to the north.
Scattered among the bones are a few trinkets, including a low-grade cold iron dagger, a wolf fang talisman, and 8 gp in miscellaneous coins.
Sazen casts detect magic to see if any of the items are magical. She cleans the wolf fang talisman and puts it around her neck, liking the look of it.
Sazen discovers the Fang Wolf Talisman registers as magical though barely.
Not finding much of interest in the room...
...Morsun quietly opens the secret door when everyone Sool and Sazen are ready.
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Sazen discovers that the talisman is magical, and explains the nature of the enchantment to the group in case someone else wants it for more than decoration.
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Sazen keeps her bow ready as Morsun opens the secret door, in case something threatening is beyond.
"I like that amulet.", says Throkk as he approaches.
Sazen quickly takes off the talisman and gives it to Throkk.
I'm sure you can use this more effectively than I can, she says with a smile.
The hidden door exits the laboratory ends in a set of stairs that leads up to a massive double door to the west. To the east must lie the main chamber. Made from stout wood and bound with iron, the pair of doors is crudely decorated with a carving of a small rural village that has been set ablaze. Anyone examining the carving can tell it must have been made many years ago and, despite its poor overall artistry, the village bears an unmistakable resemblance to Etran’s Folly.
An orc male with shoulder length brown hair stands at an alchemy table here. It seems your speed at dealing with the group in the main chamber has left him unaware to his dangerous predicament. His equipment is of better make and he has this area to himself, he's likely higher up the chain of command in whatever hierarchy they have.
Morson
Emri
Throkk
Orc Alchemist
Sool
Sazen.
Noting the main entryway to this room off to the east, Morsun suspects that it's trapped.
Also noting that he's the slowest person in this party and that the two members coming in the door behind him are faster than he is, he'll need to hoof it if he doesn't want a repeat of the last two battles with orc alchemists.
Throkk grins. Throkk rushes forward. Throkk swings!
Emri dashes into the fight and punches the alchemist in the back!
Noting the main entryway to this room off to the east, Morsun suspects that it's trapped.
Also noting that he's the slowest person in this party and that the two members coming in the door behind him are faster than he is, he'll need to hoof it if he doesn't want a repeat of the last two battles with orc alchemists.
Emri dashes into the fight and punches the alchemist in the back!
Throkk grins. Throkk rushes forward. Throkk swings!
Caught off guard rather than face you the orcish alchemist begins to flee deeper into the underground area. Knocking over alchemical supplies and equipment he moves towards the western door and opens it.
From the moment the door to this area is opened, whimpering moans can be heard from the center of the chamber, where a human man is strapped to a large rack. His flesh is missing in places, replaced with large glass and metal cauldrons that seem to be extracting blood from him, mixing that blood with reagents to transform it, then pumping the blood back into the poor man.
Sool
Sazen
Morson
Emri
Throkk
Orc Alchemist AC21 -20
Throkk rushes after the orc, eager to finish the job!
Emri races after the Throkk and the other alchemist, adopts a battle stance, and leaps in the air, kicking him twice in the chest!
Sazen moves to get a better shot over a dwarf, and then shoots at the guy trying to flee.
(negative for being within 30 feet of target)
(additional negative for second shot)
Sool walks into the room.
"Leaving so soon?" he says mockingly to the orc. He then casts a spell and the floor under the orc and just in front of him takes on an oily sheen.
Holding onto the door the alchemist manages to keep his footing.
Sazen moves to get a better shot over a dwarf, and then shoots at the guy trying to flee.
Emri races after the Throkk and the other alchemist, adopts a battle stance, and leaps in the air, kicking him twice in the chest!
Throkk rushes after the orc, eager to finish the job!
The orc slides away from you and moves deeper into the room. He begins to circle around the tied up body and starts preparing various vials of chemicals as he looks over at your group.
Sool
Sazen
Morson
Emri
Throkk
Orc Alchemist AC21 -20
Throkk leaps over the grease...
...unsuccessfully...
...but stays on his feet and powers forward, still eager for the hunt! Though not with any great finesse.
Emri skirts the edges of the grease and races after the half orc, giving him a pair of flying kicks to the face for his trouble!
Morsun piles onto the violence train bearing down on the orc.
Sazen moves into the room and shoots at the orc.
(negative for being within 30 feet of target)
Sool follows the orc into his lair.
"Nice footwork." the elf says, genuinely impressed by the orc's dexterity. "Care to surrender before we hack you to pieces?"
He then tosses a spell at the orc.
Sazen moves into the room and shoots at the orc.
Morsun piles onto the violence train bearing down on the orc.
Emri skirts the edges of the grease and races after the half orc, giving him a pair of flying kicks to the face for his trouble!
Throkk leaps over the grease...
...unsuccessfully...
...but stays on his feet and powers forward, still eager for the hunt! Though not with any great finesse.
The alchemist hurls vials of chemicals at the corpse before moving away. "Why would I surrender when I can humble you with my genius!"
The body nearby ruptures at several points and it's blood starts to pool together. Swelling like a bubble about to burst, this oozing thing looks like it is made entirely from blood. Its slick, crimson skin is marred only by spots that look like clots formed on the surface.
Sool
Sazen
Morson
Emri
Throkk
Orc Alchemist AC21 -38
Blood Thing AC12
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That's not genius. You're the monster here.
Despite the very real threat of the blood creature, Sazen is disgusted and angry at the alchemist for destroying a person to create an abomination, and so she skirts around the grease and shoots at the alchemist instead of the thing.
Seeing the abomination, Throkk is incensed. Not yet enraged, but growing closer.
"We kill that after! You die first!", Throkk yells, as he circles around the creature and strikes again and again at the orc!
"Not sure what your big plan here was, chief. You should have surrendered," Morsun calls out before he focuses his attention on the blood-thing. He sidles around it so that he and Emri are flanking it.
"Way to line 'em up, Morsun!" Emri exclaims as she focuses her spiritual energy into her feet, then drives her feet into the blood glob. "Take that!" She follows it up with a pair of punchiest the blobs... central blobbiness.
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plus
"Hmm. That seems bad." Sool loses interest in the alchemist and loads up his crossbow, then sends a bolt toward the transforming body on the table. It doesn't seem like an attack so much as an experiment.
That's not genius. You're the monster here.
Despite the very real threat of the blood creature, Sazen is disgusted and angry at the alchemist for destroying a person to create an abomination, and so she skirts around the grease and shoots at the alchemist instead of the thing. The alchemist collapses.
"Not sure what your big plan here was, chief. You should have surrendered," Morsun calls out before he focuses his attention on the blood-thing. He sidles around it so that he and Emri are flanking it. The blood clots around the strike area.
"Way to line 'em up, Morsun!" Emri exclaims as she focuses her spiritual energy into her feet, then drives her feet into the blood glob. "Take that!" She follows it up with a pair of punchiest the blobs... central blobbiness.
Seeing the abomination, Throkk is incensed. Not yet enraged, but growing closer.
"Now he's dead you die!", Throkk yells, as he circles around the creature and strikes again and again!
The blood ooze draws forth blood from nearby creatures, causing their flesh to break open and blood to spill out which replenishes the blood ooze. A pesudopod strikes out at Throkk.
Sool
Sazen
Morson
Emri
Throkk
Blood Thing AC12 -32