Round 4, Init 4
Kort kindly ignores Anselm's order(?) and stands his ground, hoping to interject himself between the foe and Mama D. "It might be that it cannot escape the wall? Is that possible, Mama?"
Nonetheless, in holding his ground, K'Aldrian draws the sword from his cane with a rasp of metal on wood as he steps into the spot Mama just vacated.
He holds the sword deftly, but lacks the strength to use it effectively. Nonetheless, he tries to defend himself.
"FOR TALDOR! FOR THE PRINCESS!" Kort cries as he attacks.
to hit; (-attack defensively)
damage.
hp: 16/16
AC: 15/13/12
Saves: F1/R5/W6 +2 vs. enchantment
Lowlight. PBS.+2 v. poison.
Aroden's Verve: 0/4 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
0: (create water, detect magic, light, stabilize,read magic)
1: 0/5 used
[ dice]1d20+0[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6-1[/dice] damage.
[ dice]1d20+3+1[/dice] to hit; (+PBS)
[ dice]1d6-1+1[/dice] damage;
HP: 12/13 (-1nl)
AC: 11/11/10 (+1 dex)
Fort +1; Ref +1; Will +6
Initiative +1
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
12 CMD
Mama D tells everyone what little she knows about the creature, ”Oh yes, that is a ‘walcofinde’, a hideous undead creature. Very rare, I’m afraid I don’t know much about them.”
She steps back and releases a small ray of frost at the new creature, but her hand shakes and the ray goes wide.
Round 3, Init 7
Elen admires Kamari's skill with the rapier and Muri's skill with the bladed crook. "Oooh, hold on," Elen says to Muri an Kamari, "I'll be right back!"
Elen takes a five foot Jeté and brings her weapon down on the newly appeared sconce.
for
Size: Medium
Speed: 40
AC: 15
Hits: 18/18
Round 4, Init 22
AC = 15/13/13
HP = 18/18 (-4hp NL)
Weapon Equipped = Shepherd's Crook
Condition(s) = None
AC = 17/15/13
HP = 26/26
Weapon Equipped = Well maintained teeth
Condition(s) = None
Muri doesn't like the look of the thing, and stumbles backwards when Underfoot fails to understand quickly that the halfling is no longer interested in being so close to the undead protruding from the wall. He swings his Crook at it feebly. Ineffectually.
Kamari finds her footing, and then some, piling on with a crit! Elen narrowly misses as she switches targets to help Major Kort fighting defensively with his cane who also misses. Mama D, startled by the newcomer tries to chill it out, but misses as well. Anselm’s bird has a good round, ripping the heavily wounded undead creature to shreds as it dissipates back into the wall. Muri, with no foe to fight, takes a 5’ step east and rather clumsily attacks around the edge of the wall, but without success.
The remaining walconfinde doesn’t react to the other’s demise in any recognizable way. It pursues an attack against … Anselm
Alas the creature doesn't manage to land a blow..
Round 5, Init 4
Kort tries again to damage the undead, taking a 5’ step back after his attack to make room for more able soldiers.
to hit;
damage.
hp: 16/16
AC: 15/13/12
Saves: F1/R5/W6 +2 vs. enchantment
Lowlight. PBS.+2 v. poison.
Aroden's Verve: 0/4 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
0: (create water, detect magic, light, stabilize,read magic)
1: 0/5 used
[ dice]1d20+0[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6-1[/dice] damage.
[ dice]1d20+3+1[/dice] to hit; (+PBS)
[ dice]1d6-1+1[/dice] damage;
Round 5
Anselm whistles for the eagle, which flies above Elen's head and scrapes at the walcofinde with its beak.
He then steps into flank with Elen, continuing his defensive assault.
HP 16 / 2 NL
AC 16 (fighting defensively)
1st level spells 1/3
Summon monster 4/7
CLW wand 22/50
Round 5, Init 22
AC = 15/13/13
HP = 18/18 (-4hp NL)
Weapon Equipped = Shepherd's Crook
Condition(s) = None
AC = 17/15/13
HP = 26/26
Weapon Equipped = Well maintained teeth
Condition(s) = None
Muri makes an exasperated noise that rattles his upper lip, which borders on a blown raspberry. He works his way around Elen, not proud to use the dancer as cover against the wall monster. He's still tender about the ribs from the Trant tantrum, so plays his cards closer to his chest than he'd like. Keeping the thing at a distance seems very practical. Underfoot continues to remain close by the hacking halfling.
"Be careful, Elen! Its claws have shown how deadly they can be!" Muri keeps his Crook out in front of him, as if fending off a hungry wolf.
Elen slides back and swings her blade at the sconce again.
for
AC: 11/11/10 (+1 dex)
Fort +1; Ref +1; Will +6
Initiative +1
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
12 CMD
Infuriated by the creature’s attack on poor Anselm, Mama D throws her walking stick at it, shouting in outrage, ”Leave that Poor Man alone!”
HP: 12/16
AC: 13 (no armor or shield)
Fort +0; Ref +6; Will +4
Initiative +4 (Dex +2, Elven Reflexes +2)
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
13 CMD (11 Flatfooted)
Rapier +4, 1d6, 17-20x2 (anatomist)(Quick draw, Weapon Finesse, & Weapon Focus for rapier only)
Panache points = 3 + 1 for crit
Kamarai pauses for the opening to develop and then offers a quick smile to Elen as she moves up and stabs at the next walcofinde.
Kamari connects again, deftly cutting the creature, drawing first blood on it. Elen steps back and swings as well, and while she doesn’t have flank yet, she does connect solidly. Mama D continues the pattern as she too hits, and hits well, with her walking stick. Major Kort steps back to give others room, which may have been his undoing, as he fails to damage the undead creature. Anselm, with his bird, both hit as well, very nearly dropping the creature, leaving it to Muri to land the final blow, though he doesn’t crit.
The remaining walconfinde is destroyed, its form crumbling back into the wall.
As the fight comes to an end, and the chamber quiets again, you all heal 1hp of non-lethal (if you’ve got any left) due to the passage of time. There’s a breathless silence as the various hiding nobles listen intently to determine who won the encounter. You see the WNW door creak open a tiny bit and a bearded gentleman pokes his head out very carefully, flinching in horror at the dead man in front of the door, he peers at the party questioningly.
”Hrumph, I say, jolly well done there. There were two… did you get them both?” he asks, clearly ready to close the door again quickly.
Muri moves to the dead body, tapping his Crook against the wall, as if daring another walcofinde to emerge, to show itself. He rests the weapon against the wall, and checks the clawed man for a pulse, while trying to look into the room where the man must have tried to retreat.
"Is this man your friend? What happened? Who are you? We represent Lady Martella Lotheed, and just escaped the attack in the Senate Hall by some magic meant for such things. Were you just as lucky as us? Well, not this man lying here, but you get my meaning."
Kort slides his sword back into his cane, leaning on it like the sword was never there.
”That was a decent skirmish. Nice to know you lot can peck and crook foes so well,” K’Aldrian celebrates the small victory. Checking to see if Mama D is hurt, then to others, he goes to assist Muri
After looking at the gentleman to see if Kort recognizes the man...
Know (nobility/local)
...Kort will enter that room and look around. ”Tell me, Are there others who need help? Are you alone?” Kort asks sharply as if he is used to quick answers from subordinates.
Perception
”Might be that we should check out that center room next.”
"Ooh! Nice ones!" Elen exclaims as Muri and Kamari dispatch with the walcofinde. Her tone changing to one of disgust as she looks at the walcofinde crumbling back into the wall. "Such hideous things!" Her tone becoming softer as she turns to Kort and MamaD. "Are you O.K.?"
"Hrumph, I say, jolly well done there. There were two… did you get them both?” he asks, clearly ready to close the door again quickly.
As Muri and Kort attend the WNW door, Elen approaches the SSE door and calls out cheerily, "Senator Amadorian Dou? Is that you? We need to talk about this choice of wall decorations." She approches the door and knocks.
"Thank you, Elen. You were quite spectacular yourself. You make an excellent dance partner."
Kamari nods in appreciation to Elen, but quickly follows Muri to make sure he doesn't find trouble without her.
Her tone becoming softer as she turns to Kort and MamaD. "Are you O.K.?"
Kort stands stiffly, adjusting his parade armor and nods. He moves as indicated in his post, saying nothing.
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Anselm crouches for a moment after the creature falls, his back turned to its putrescence. Head between his legs, he sucks in air and exhales. Meanwhile, the eagle flutters up next to him, nuzzling him with its head.
"Well, that was a first. I'll grant the Seelie Court this: They had no truck with the restless dead nor frequent mass murder." He stands and joins the effort to assess whether anyone else is in danger. For a couple of minutes, the eagle flutters along after him.
"Is this man your friend? What happened? Who are you? We represent Lady Martella Lotheed, and just escaped the attack in the Senate Hall by some magic meant for such things. Were you just as lucky as us? Well, not this man lying here, but you get my meaning."
Sir Gryphus Plastion, an elderly gentleman with large white mutton chops, introduces himself, and is joined by two other nobles, Lord Wilfen Botoles and Lady Gael Urbaen, his guests. ”The dead man is Lord Develin Manshum. He was a good man, though I did not know him well.” He goes on to explain, in broken fearful common, that the four of them were overrun in the Senate by black clad warriors and appeared here one at a time when they were attacked. He assumes it was the Senatorial badges they all wear (Sir Plastion is the Senator, the other’s merely nobles and his guests), but he’s really not certain.
”I see you are capable warriors. Get myself and my companions out of here safely, and I’ll see to it you’re well rewarded for the task.”
- - -
...Kort will enter that room and look around. ”Tell me, Are there others who need help? Are you alone?” Kort asks sharply as if he is used to quick answers from subordinates.
”I heard others across the hall,” he gestures vaguely to the east, ”but I’m not sure who they are.”
Major Kort tries to push his way into the small chamber to look around, but there is no room and he’s stuck standing at the door over the dead noble.
Elen approaches the SSE door and knocks, calling out. ”Yes, yes, we’re here!” you hear called out through the door. And then, quieter, ”You see my dear, we’re saved! You’ll be fine.” as the voice seems to be consoling someone. You open the door, revealing another small safe chamber with two people in it. First, a large rotund priest Sargavan (link) cleric of Abadar, all smiles at being saved, who introduces himself as a guest of Senator Trant, Jowuan Zubari… and Senator Trant’s own daughter, the lovely Dame Malphene Trant, currently sobbing on a chair in the corner. The Senator is not here however.
The priest gestures to Malphene, ”The good Senator met his match I’m afraid, so be kind to his daughter, the Dame Malphene Trant. I suppose by the vote just passed today, she’ll inherit the Senatorship poor dear.” he looks kindly on the wretched woman, sobbing at the loss of her father. You notice she’s without her sword as well, which is a shame as it was a fine blade. She looks up at Elen and fresh tears cascade down her face...
Anselm hears nothing else, and confirms the identity of the dead nobleman under Major Kort.
"I see you are capable warriors. Get myself and my companions out of here safely, and I’ll see to it you’re well rewarded for the task.”
Muri finishes looking over Lord Manshum, taking the man's Badge, should they need something to support their report when they reach the street level. He doesn't offer the Badge immediately to Sir Gryphus.
"We'll do our best to see everyone escorted safely from this place, reward or no reward, Sir Gryphus. We are not mercenaries, we are all sailors aboard the same ship."
Muri looks to Kamari, and nods wordlessly. He then moves to one of the central doors along the same wall as the walcofindes. He continues to tap his crook on stone, before getting to the door, and opening it.
Kort seems encouraged by the growing number of survivors. It gives him hope that others will have survived as well.
"Should we keep all the survivors to one room? Might be more safety in numbers until we can find a way out," Kort suggests to Muri, while backing him (and Underfoot) up at the center door.
"There is no telling what horrors might be in this room, but there migtht be survivors inside. I'm not sure if the undead could leave their walls, and maybe someone is trapped in here."
He's ready to help Muri when the door is opened.
"Hmmm." Muri looks back down the hallway from his position at the door. "If we draw in the dirt, maybe we can see the paths more clearly. We needed special coins to leave the place where our Badges sent us. Sir Glyphus, did you need to escape another section of this place, a section that might have had sleeping quarters, and a bar, and a master bedroom, and a storage room all of your own? That's where we were, before we moved into this hall." The halfling strokes Underfoot's head, reassuring the dog.
"We destroyed two of the wall fiends. Do we think there are only two? If we move ahead, will there be more? If we move ahead, can we also go backwards? Woof, it's a lot to worry about."
Anselm greets Lords Botoles and Urbaen and Sir Plastion. "It is good to more formally meet you. I only regret the circumstances."
He moves to the room containing Malphene Trent, nodding at Father Zubari. "Milady, though we came to blows, may I offer you my condolences? Ours was an ordinary feud. Not this... outrage." He takes out the healing wand. "May I tend to any wounds? We could use your strength as we make our way to safety."
"Sir Plastion, this has been quite the day. What do you think of all these events today?"
Kamari approaches the senator, doing her best to appear friendly and caring.
"The good Senator met his match I’m afraid..." he looks kindly on the wretched woman, sobbing at the loss of her father. You notice she’s without her sword as well, which is a shame as it was a fine blade. She looks up at Elen and fresh tears cascade down her face...
Elen looks at the priest.
Unsure, she shakes her head, and chooses kindness.
"Ours was an ordinary feud. Not this... outrage."
Agreeing, Elen pokes her head down the hall looking for MamaD, then nods and gestures to Anselm, the Priest and Malphene "follow". She heads up the northeast hallway to join with the others.
Allow me to introduce Jowuan Zubari, Priest of Abadar," Elen says to the group, "and we are already acquainted with the Lady Malphene Trant."
"We'll do our best to see everyone escorted safely from this place, reward or no reward, Sir Gryphus. We are not mercenaries, we are all sailors aboard the same ship."
”Ah yes,” the senior Senator smiles, ”But you are sailors with weapons!” He and his retinue cautiously step over the dead man, ”Shouldn’t we bring him with us? Shame to let him rot down here and all.” He naturally looks to some non-nobles to carry the body forward.
"Hmmm." Muri looks back down the hallway from his position at the door. "If we draw in the dirt, maybe we can see the paths more clearly. We needed special coins to leave the place where our Badges sent us. Sir Glyphus, did you need to escape another section of this place, a section that might have had sleeping quarters, and a bar, and a master bedroom, and a storage room all of your own? That's where we were, before we moved into this hall." The halfling strokes Underfoot's head, reassuring the dog.
"We destroyed two of the wall fiends. Do we think there are only two? If we move ahead, will there be more? If we move ahead, can we also go backwards? Woof, it's a lot to worry about."
Sir Plastion doesn’t have the answers Muri seeks, sharing simply that ”All I know is that there are, were, magics within the badges that transported us here out of danger. I was told we’d be sent to a small room beneath the Senate Chambers. A place of safety.” he frowns as he steps over the dead lords body and into the hall. As he goes, he takes his senatorial badge off Lord Manshum who clearly no longer needs it.
"Sir Plastion, this has been quite the day. What do you think of all these events today?"
”Hrumph, it has not been a good day. Quite so, quite so. I can’t think of the last time the Senate has been threatened like this. I mean mercenaries! I tell you the world has changed.”
He moves to the room containing Malphene Trant, nodding at Father Zubari. "Milady, though we came to blows, may I offer you my condolences? Ours was an ordinary feud. Not this... outrage." He takes out the healing wand. "May I tend to any wounds? We could use your strength as we make our way to safety."
Allow me to introduce Jowuan Zubari, Priest of Abadar," Elen says to the group, "and we are already acquainted with the Lady Malphene Trant."
The priest smiles, ”Do you think I would let the lady suffer in physical pain as well as emotional? She is well young man, as well as can be expected. I’m glad you know her, that she’s among friends. She’ll need the support.” He ushers Dame Trant out of the small room and into the hall as well. She moves as if in a daze, clearly struggling to face reality.
The party lines up before the next door and opens it to examine the central chamber. A long table, its surface covered in green felt, stands in the center of this rectangular chamber. Silver trays dot the table’s surface, each hosting a set of crystal glassware and a tall decanter for wine. Further there is a document box on the table full of scrolls.
- - -
Addendum as the badge Sir Plastion reached down to get was already gotten, so instead...
Sir Plastion nods to Muri, "My badge please if you would be so kind sir. I see you already wear one." He reaches out his hand smiling.
"Oh, odd! Under the table!" Elen points.
"What is that all about, do you think?!"
She takes out her notepad and makes a quick sketch.
"What is that all about, do you think?!"
Perception
Know (arcana)"Give me a moment. Scouting is half the battle. It will help reduce uncertainty. And with better knowledge we can better apply solutions and less our risks. That is the true nature of battle, and all such things."
Kort nods stiffly at Elen, his mind working on the answer. He's not sure he has one, and given the undead tied to this room he's as yet reluctant to enter.
He does cast Detect Magic focusing not on the table at first, but the circles and then the scrolls.
Kamari leaves the body on the ground and follows Elen and Muri.
She pauses to look at the circles, but is more curious about the scrolls on the desk.
Major Kort isn't sure what to make of the circles, but the scrolls, six in all, are magical. Three of them seem to be the same, but the other three are different, and somewhat more powerful.
- - -
- - -
- - -
- - -
"Ah, yes." begins Sir Gryphus slowly, "Those are supposed to be scrolls for our use should we encounter any difficulty. A sort of communal bonus one of the lords or other wanted. We all chipped in, but you may have them as far as I'm concerned. I can't use them. We should 'ave bought potions if you ask me. Hrum."
He thinks a minute, "Should be multiples of Cure Light Wounds, and a Breath of Life, but I don't remember what the other two are."
"Should be multiples of Cure Light Wounds, and a Breath of Life, but I don't remember what the other two are."
Kort will cast Read Magic (negating the need for Spellcraft) and confirm the which scrolls are which. He is happy to pass the scrolls around, and the spellbook he got from the librarian.
"These might be useful. Sir Gryphus, it is good that someone planned for this. Good planning leads to good outcomes and I hope we do not need these scrolls, but am happy to have them."
If no one claims the scrolls, Kort will keep them with the spellbook.
"Shall we check the other rooms? Do you all wish to wait here or come with us? No telling what troubles might be outside...until we scout, that is," Kort offers as he moves to the next door.
When the party is ready, he is ready to open up another door.
"My badge please if you would be so kind sir. I see you already wear one."
Muri gives the Badge some inspection, understanding how it might be different from his own, before handing it to the Senator. "I think the body will remain here, until we can be certain that moving him will not endanger those carrying him. If we are attacked again, it would not be good to be slowed down."
Muri clears the central room, spotting the opposite door, so he moves to the wall maintaining the secret door, and tries to open it. He briefly regards Trant, and the growing number of survivors that will likely follow them out.
Anselm follows along, his attention somewhat split between the distraught Dame and the ongoing search.
He examines the circles a bit more closely, trying to decipher their purpose.
”Sir Gryphus, you seem to know a great deal about this place.”
Kamari remains calm and resists lifting the point of her rapier towards his throat.
”Would your knowledge perhaps extend to the way out?”
Anselm too, studies the strange chalk circles, and though he might, he can’t quite make out their purpose. The seem to be just circles. Odd.
The party opens the other doors in the room (though not the secret door just yet), and find two more empty chambers, but the one next to Major Kort hides a diminutive fellow who immediately cowers as you open his door, hiding behind a table and chair (though he has a very fine rapier).
”Please don’t hurt me!” the red headed halfling (link) replies very nearly in tears. ”I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll polish your boots, I’ll carry your lantern, whatever you need, just don’t kill me!” he wails at the unfairness of it all, looking quite pitiful.
Muri gives the Badge some inspection, understanding how it might be different from his own, before handing it to the Senator. "I think the body will remain here, until we can be certain that moving him will not endanger those carrying him. If we are attacked again, it would not be good to be slowed down."
The Senator takes the badge and tucks it into his tunic. He looks at the dead man, considers asking his companions, and simply shrugs for now. He’s resigned to not getting everything he wants.
Then Muri opens the not-so-secret door from this side (though it’s very well hidden from the other side).
Pristine glass display cases stand along the walls and in the center of this immense rectangular display room. The room is quite large, with the outer walls covered in glass displays of armor, save near the two northern doors and along the middle southern wall. Two rusted and decayed suits of armor stand separate, one to the east and one in the west, protected in glass cases atop semi-circular daises. Tarnished and discolored weaponry fill the cases in the center of the room.
Circles of various sizes have been scratched into the glass and also drawn on the walls and floor with chalk and paint.
The weapons and armor stored here hail from a dozen different historical eras, and have been labeled with faded and crumbling tags tied to each with twine. Each of the glass cases is extremely fragile and breaks after taking even a single point of damage. One case holds a finely crafted darkwood light crossbow whose brass fittings still glint like new, unlike the rest of the displays. A simple brass plaque inside the case labels it “Dignity’s Barb”.
”Sir Gryphus, you seem to know a great deal about this place.”
Kamari remains calm and resists lifting the point of her rapier towards his throat.
”Would your knowledge perhaps extend to the way out?”
”Oh, I’ve never been down here.” he waives his hand vaguely toward the glass cases, ”But I’d guess this is the way out.” he seems more out of touch than restrictive in his answers. He doesn’t seem to sense the danger he’s in from Kamari.
Anselm says a prayer, scanning for beautiful magic in the room. When he's done with that, he also prays for evil to reveal itself, focusing an eye on the growing band of refugees.
”Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll polish your boots, I’ll carry your lantern, whatever you need, just don’t kill me!”
Kort's eyes narrow at the wailing halfling. He's not used to this level of pathetic, but has seen soldiers break down during war and battle.
"Oh, you'll work, will you? Good. You've just been drafted in the First Taldan Army of the Princess, you hear? And your first job will be to join Madame Trant back here and see that she is safe. Do you understand me, soldier?" K'Aldrian tries to whip some purpose into the half-man.
Diplomacy
Circles of various sizes have been scratched into the glass and also drawn on the walls and floor with chalk and paint.
Elen looks around at all the meaningless circles drawn and scratched about. It's almost like we've interrupted someone while they were 'casing the joint', as they say.
She looks upon the halfling.
If nothing comes to mind, Elen asks "Who are you, and how did you end up here?"
She floats into the room. "Gosh, how much do you think all of this is worth?"
Kamari's hopes rise as she spies the glass display cases. She remembers some of the fine armor in the foyer of the Senate hall.
She looks about the room dreamily talking to herself. "Maybe there's some elven chain hanging in one of these."
Picking up a random blunt object, she moves from display to display.
"Maybe it will be magical..."
"Maybe the good stuff is hidden..."
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Mama shakes off the fugue she’s been in and joins the present, though it lingers a bit around the edges.
Sir Plastion doesn’t have the answers Muri seeks, sharing simply that ”All I know is that there are, were, magics within the badges that transported us here out of danger. I was told we’d be sent to a small room beneath the Senate Chambers. A place of safety.” he frowns as he steps over the dead lords body and into the hall. As he goes, he takes his senatorial badge off Lord Manshum who clearly no longer needs it.
“who told you, if you don’t mind my asking, Sirrah. I do wish I had been forewarned. I would have worn a different gown.”
She looks about the room dreamily talking to herself. "Maybe there's some elven chain hanging in one of these."
...
”OH, Goodness, Dear, I don’t have any elven chain, but I can put a bit of something to you, if you don’t find any. “
Should Kamari accept, Mama D casts Mage Armor on her.
Anselm and Mama D spot a few points of magic, but Anselm finds no evil. The immaculate crossbow is, not surprisingly, magic. But so are a hand axe and heavy steel shield - each +1. Further there are a few potions that glow to varying degrees in the display of famed natural philosopher Dumos Fatomax’s portable alchemy lab. Only one seems to be still drinkable however, the peeling label marks it as a Potion of Bull’s Strength.
Glancing sideways, as I’m sure you do, reveals a potion on Imistos, and a couple scrolls on the old priest, though you cannot identify them without a thorough examination. Oh, and of course their senatorial badges.
"Oh, you'll work, will you? Good. You've just been drafted in the First Taldan Army of the Princess, you hear? And your first job will be to join Madame Trant back here and see that she is safe. Do you understand me, soldier?" K'Aldrian tries to whip some purpose into the half-man.
The halfling whimpers at the commands of the Major. Bowing and scraping he scampers away and looks to the four women for a clue as to who Madame Trant might be…
If nothing comes to mind, Elen asks "Who are you, and how did you end up here?"
She floats into the room. "Gosh, how much do you think all of this is worth?"
”I’m Imistos Gulbend ma’am, attendant to Senator Lymon. He was showing me his badge when the violence broke out.” he holds up a senatorial badge, before tucking it away again in his belt. ”Are you Madame Trant?” he asks quietly.
“Who told you, if you don’t mind my asking, Sirrah. I do wish I had been forewarned. I would have worn a different gown.”
”Why the man who made my badge of course! Weaselly little man. I think he just took other badges and put my coat of arms upon it to be honest, but they did the trick.” he smiles and waits for others to enter the next chamber, when…
"Maybe it will be magical..."
"Maybe the good stuff is hidden..."
Mama D offers some magical armor as Kamari looks for her own, but she has not yet cast it upon anyone.
Two pitted and rusted suits of plate on either end of the room comply, and break out of their thin glass cages with another smash! As glass cascades to the floor the suits begin to converge on Kamari, though their surprise round is pretty much spent getting out of their cases and stepping off their platforms.
- - -
Round 1, Init 18
Kort looks back at the halfling and makes sure he’s trying to help and protect someone.
”Soldier Gulbend, that’s right. Protect the rear. I’ll go assess the ruckus in front,” K’Aldrian commands with some practiced authority.
Again he wishes he had his short bow, and hopes scouting and information will help with the battle. He moves to where he can see the foes.
Know (Religion)
He double moves and tells what he might know of the armors.
hp: 16/16
AC: 15/13/12
Saves: F1/R5/W6 +2 vs. enchantment
Lowlight. PBS.+2 v. poison.
Aroden's Verve: 0/4 used
GlitterBomb: 0/0 used
Extend GammaRadiation: 0/0 used
Quantum Leaps used:
Pathfinder Carry: 0/0
Staff of Courage: 0/0
0: (create water, detect magic, light, stabilize,read magic)
1: 0/5 used
[ dice]1d20+0[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d6-1[/dice] damage.
[ dice]1d20+3+1[/dice] to hit; (+PBS)
[ dice]1d6-1+1[/dice] damage;
Round 1, Init 20
AC = 15/13/13
HP = 18/18 (-4hp NL)
Weapon Equipped = Shepherd's Crook
Condition(s) = None
AC = 17/15/13
HP = 26/26
Weapon Equipped = Well maintained teeth
Condition(s) = None
Muri doesn't enter the room, as much as stumbles forward, as Underfoot pushes her way past the halfling tentatively looking about. "Easy, girl. What's gotten into you?" When Kamari begins smashing, Muri forgets to scold the sheepdog.
"Miss Kamari, do you think you should be, I mean, they were behind glass for a reason. Sure, it's probably been years, with all the dust, but this place was meant to represent something of the past to those of us in the present." When sets of armor come alive and begin to spill forth, Muri forgets to scold the swordswoman.
Targeting Red, Muri barks to Kamari. "Can you get to the other side?"
The halfling moves just south of the animated armor, and swings once to put it to sleep again. He keeps his crook out, fending off the metal man at a distance.
Underfoot simply stays by Muri's side, ears back and wary of the halfling's new foe.
"Everyone should stay back, until we've got this room peaceful again." Muri raises an eyebrow at Kamari.
Anselm moves and gets ready to summon his favorite eagle Into flank once one of his more martially inclined colleagues threaten the armor to his left.
HP: 12/16
AC: 13 (no armor or shield)
Fort +0; Ref +6; Will +4
Initiative +4 (Dex +2, Elven Reflexes +2)
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
13 CMD (11 Flatfooted)
Rapier +4, 1d6, 17-20x2 (anatomist)(Quick draw, Weapon Finesse, & Weapon Focus for rapier only)
Panache points = 3 + 1 for crit
Kamari hears Mama D's offer a bit too late unfortunately. She moves into a flank with Muri and wonders about where to stab considering she usually puts the point between the gaps of the armor. She tries anyway, wondering if some invisible force resides within the armor that she might be able to pierce.
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AC: 11/11/10 (+1 dex)
Fort +1; Ref +1; Will +6
Initiative +1
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
12 CMD
“with apologies, Dear Kamari, Lovely Elen is without protection as well, and I can reach her this instant. “ She moves with an aging grace to within arms reach of Elen, and casts mage armor upon her. if only I had a wand of many charges, and some wings, I could flit from place to place and protect them all.
he holds up a senatorial badge, before tucking it away again in his belt.
~~~
"Are you Madame Trant?”
Elen raises an eyebrow as the halfling just as the armors break away from their mooring.
"Hold that thought," she says quietly back to the halfling.
Eying the foul creatures, she announces to everyone (just in case), "The evil undead degenerate Guardian Phantom Armor and..."
~
"Oh, thank you MamaD!" she exclaims as MamaD casts mage armor, also very much appreciating the slight glitter affect it has on the fabric of her dress. "I'll be right back!"
She moves to strike the eastern Phantom. I just hope I can hit this thing at all...
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Kamari doesn’t quite have flank yet, and misses her target as she smoothly moves into position. Muri stumbles forward and takes a chunk out of the armored, uh, armor. Major Kort double moves into position and notes to the group that the armor has no damage reduction. Mama D ensorcels Elen as she moves into the fray. Anselm summons another eagle which manages to claw and beak its way to a little more damage. He also determines the creatures have no special attacks to speak of. Elen learns that phantom armors are created from blood-spattered armor infused with the souls of betrayed knights or fallen soldiers - they were made. She also pops the eastern most on the helmet. She is less sure of the origin of Imistos’ senatorial badge as she’s not heard of a Senator Lymon - but there are a lot of Senators and she does not know them all perhaps.
The suits of armor draw long swords and return blows, though their long swords are not what they once were - being pitted and broken blades.
Blue steps up on Elen and swings for the rafters, but cannot land a blow
Red steps out of flank (not as dumb as they look!) and presses on Kamari, glass breaker, though it swings quite wide and smashes a case itself..
”I say!” cries the Senator keeping well back from the fray. He keeps the others back as well, standing in the doorway though he has no weapon of his own. Jowuan the priest cries out, ”Abominations!” The others look generally nervous and apprehensive, save perhaps Miss Trant who continues to look somewhat pitiful, though her sobbing has stopped. The halfling doesn't even draw his weapon, almost as if he's forgotten it.
HP: 12/16
AC: 13 (no armor or shield)
Fort +0; Ref +6; Will +4
Initiative +4 (Dex +2, Elven Reflexes +2)
Speed 30
BAB +1
CMB +1
13 CMD (11 Flatfooted)
Rapier +4, 1d6, 17-20x2 (anatomist)(Quick draw, Weapon Finesse, & Weapon Focus for rapier only)
Panache points = 3 + 1 for crit
Kamari slips five feet and readies for the flank that must surely come. Once it arrives she will strike true emboldened by the knowledge from Mama D and Elen.