Orm double moves to get next to red priest, and then he’s going to try and shove him into the moat.
Junebug heals Orm a bit, then swings with his spiritual wepaon.
Orm hurries across the room and gives the red priest a mighty shove, dropping him into the moat!
Group Buffs: Inspire Courage +1/+1 (3/3)
~+~Round 2~+~
Derrikk (-6)
--Celery
Papillion
Red (-4, dazzled, in moat)
--Mephit (+10 ft.)
Blue
Yellow
Junebug (-29)
Green
Orm (-33, d6 p acid, +2 v mental)
From where she was standing, Papillon clenches her starknife, "Let the light of fate heal my friends!"
The priest falls into the moat of air, though the rushing winds seem to slow his fall somewhat, he lands 30 feet below with an audible grunt.
Madame P's healing power washes over the group, and Derrikk scores two hits against the mephit.
The mephit winks out of existance as its summoner fails to maintain the spell. Orm, you can see the priest stand and attempt to climb the walls.
Meanwhile, the remaining cultist says, "Two can play at that game," as he steps over and attempts to shove Orm into the moat.
Orm, he pushes you out over the air moat! Make a Reflex save to Grab and Edge (DC 23)
The guard howls in delight, and his veins seem to stand out from his skin as some dark power courses through him.
Group Buffs: Inspire Courage +1/+1 (3/3)
~+~Round 2~+~
Derrikk (-6)
--Celery
Papillion
Red (-9, in moat)
Blue
Yellow
Junebug (-20)
Green
Orm (-24, d6 p acid, +2 v mental)
Startled by this turn of events, Orm makes a desperate grab for the edge.
Orm pulls himself up from the edge of the moat,
Orm flurries on the priest and then moves away, relying on his allies ranged attacks.
Orm retreats from the remaining priest, leading him on a merry chase while his allies pepper it from afar.
Orm clims up and smacks the trident-wielding guard, then retreats. Thelonious maintains his performance and his spell, though the strike misses.
Group Buffs: Inspire Courage +1/+1 (1/1)
~+~Round 3~+~
Derrikk (-6)
--Celery
Papillion
Red (-9, in moat)
Blue
Yellow(-12)
Junebug (-20)
Green
Orm (-30, d6 p acid, +2 v mental)
"Enough of this moat business!" She attacks the priest.
Derrikk misses his shots, though Celery takes a solid chunk out of the guard.
Madame P moves over and takes a swipe at the remaining cultist, piercing his side once.
The guard looks like he's on his last legs, but overcome with rage. He strikes out at those around him.
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He then moves up and puts his back to the altar to avoid being surrounded.
Group Buffs: Inspire Courage +1/+1 (1/1)
~+~Round 3~+~
Derrikk (-6)
--Celery (-9)
Papillion (-9)
Red (-9, in moat)
Yellow(-26)
Junebug (-20)
Orm (-30, d6 p acid, +2 v mental)
Orm draws one of his javelins, throws it, and then readies the next.
That bonk will be enough to put down the guard.
Yabatha stands heroically over the pit, "So, ready to give up now? If you agree, I will consider dressing the wounds of you allies." The cleric offers her hand to the fellow priest, knowing good and well she would dress the guards wounds anyway.
She will look around and cast detect magic on the room.
Orm will head towards the water moat and try to use some of it to get this acid off of him.
Orm will head towards the water moat and try to use some of it to get this acid off of him.
Orm, you're able to wash the acid off.
If you venture near the air moat, there's a loud oath and a flare of fire that barely reaches the edge of the trench. Otherwise, the priest down there refuses to talk to you.
An older man lays on the floor near the altar, unconscious and bruised.
Papillon rushes to the unconscious man first, applying some quick on-field medical aid to the bruises.
"Are you okay? What happened to you?"
The man groans himself awake. "What? How did you get in here to save me?"
The man groans himself awake. "What? How did you get in here to save me?"
"Oh my dear, we merely walked through that door over there." She points to the large door, "We may of had to knock out a few cultists along the way, but that's for another time. What is your name, and what are you doing here?"
"Ah, well. I put my trust in the Wind and the Waves, and here you are. Thank you for the effort. Have you put the demons infesting the hermitage to rout? They've been having quite the bad influence on my brother and sister hermits.”
With a strain, the man stands and stretches. "I am Abbot Harlock. I assume you have come from Abberton? Did you run into my friend the mayor, by any chance? The wayward hermits told me that they had captured him, but I wasn't sure if that was true or merely an attempt to break my spirit."
Orm will retrieve his javelin, and when the opportunity presents itself, avail himself of Papillon's non-magical healing.
"What should we do about the fellow down in the pit? Also, there were some of your former brethren that seemed concerned about ghouls behind a door that branched off to the north shortly after the entrance. Any idea what is going on there?”
"A friend of the mayor, is a friend of ours! Looks like we were lucky enough to get to you in time. Please, my friends ask some very good questions, anything you might know would help us solve this mystery."
"I doubt that you would have made it in here if there were any demons left. I managed to seal the doors after they dragged me in here, and the Wind and Waves would have held them against you. Did you run into Nemmia? That halfling is certainly the mastermind of this nonsense. I fear that she ran into some harmful outside influence. She had been espousing some dangerous ideas, and she demonstrated powers that attracted some of our more gullible devotes. Survival of the most powerful is a treasured tenet of our beliefs, but her powers came from an unnatural source."
The abbot strides over to one of the columns in the grand inner sanctum and lifts an intricately-craved staff that is resting there.
He offers it to you and says, "Here, an animal staff as a reward for you. There's also a monkey pin on there as well. In fact, you're welcome to anything you found as you were helping clear up our current difficulties. Worldly possessions are a distraction, after all."
The abbot glances down at the pit after handing over the staff. "Don't worry too much about Enkrisha. I'll lower a rope when she is suitably repentant."
"I do appreciate your help. It sounds like there is some sort of difficulty in the northern crypts, and if you would be willing to help resolve it, I'm sure you would find some interesting rewards there."
"We did battle with that halfling, and have been cleaning up the messes she made all around town. Once we are bandaged up, we can see what is happening in the crypt. Then I'm afraid we need to leave, as we have a performance to prepare for!"
"Well, I can certainly accompany you to the barricade, at least, to make sure that there isn't any trouble." The abbot seems to be moving with a spring in his step now, and he looks you over, sizing up your capability.
"Abbot Harlock, do you have any healing magic at your disposal?"
"I'm afraid that I exhausted all of my resources in resisting the advance of my...enthusiastic and misguided fellow hermits."
Madame Papillon joins her allies in healing the wounds, as much as she can. Mainly her attention is focused on Orm. She laughs, "Haha, we will definitely need to give you a prune when we get back to the circus."
She turns to the abbot, "Mr Harlock, so it sounds like this is all just one big ruse. A performance, if you may. We encountered Nemmia on our opening night, but she didn't seem like she could be all that potent in bringing on this destruction all on her own. I know halflings, heh, so i could tell. When we gave her to the authorities, she looked like she was looking for...forgiveness? It's like the poor thing had never seen kindness before..." She laughs, "Classic short person syndrome!"
...
She is ready to go into the crypt, "Okay, if somehting jumps out at us, i'm running the other way. Not saying i don't like undead but i reeeaaaaaly dont like undead." She squirms in place behind Orm.
Feeling much better under the capable hands of Papillon, Orm asks a final question of the Abbot: "Could you sketch us a map of the crypts so we are not surprised by the lay out?"
Once the abbot as done that, Orm will help remove whatever the monks had placed in the way and starts down the hall.
Harlock says, "I will give her a firm talking-to when I next go to town. I'm afraid that she fell under some kind of outside influence..." The abbot trails off as he talks to you. "I must consult my books. After you have explored the crypts, please meet me in my office."
The stone steps from the secure chamber lead down into darkness. While torch sconces are mounted on the walls, the torches all burnt out long ago. The stairs lead to a narrow series of corridors containing over
a hundred burial niches. While most followers of Gozreh prefer sky burial or burial at sea, residents of the hermitage long ago established a tradition of being interred within the hermitage they occupied for so long. The horizontal niches are each large enough for a human body and are vertically arranged in groups of three: one niche at knee level, one at waist level, and another at eye level. Most niches hold a single corpse.
Derrikk and Orm: Just at the base of the stairs, you spot a weakness in the walls and ceiling. In fact, it appears that an underground tunnel has collapsed, and that the area around it might be unstable. The ceiling in the rest of the crypt seems stable enough.
Madame Papillon will cast light on her starknife and hold it above her head slightly, allowing the light to travel over her allies.
Everyone can the small halfling is uneasy being down here. She moves behind Orm slowly. Taking a step only when he does. "Maybe we can check out that room on the right first, and then move to the one on the left? But what would i know, catacombs are all the same."
With Madame P's glowing starknife lighting the way, you advance through the darkened crypts.
You make your way toward the larger room that comprises the right-hand side of the complex.
Just as Orm enters the room, clawed hands reach out of the darkness! But, you perceptively get the drop on them!
~+~Round 1~+~
Derrikk
--Celery
Orm
Madame P
Junebug
Red
Orange
Pink
Blue
"Eeeeeew! Are those undead? No, no no, i'm staying back here." As she casts guidance on Orm.
Seeing the bottleneck as to his advantage for now, Orm remains where he is, enters Mountain Stance and prepares to Strike any undead who gets close enough.