After seeing the giant tiefling smack Hallvaror to the ground unconscious, Stella rushed forward to help him. Doing what she could in the middle of battle, she managed to stabilize him enough that she no longer feared for his immediate death and began to drag him away from the tiefling towards the back of the room. As she did so she saw Damon tiring in his fight against the two powerful enemies, and using the last of her magic, sent him a small wave of healing energy she hoped would help him last through the fight.
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The cultist's dark blessing shook the ground...it rose beneath Kokam's feet knocking her to her knees, shaking her very bones until it felt like all were turning to jelly.
Using her training, Kokam regained and somehow maintained standing, but only barely.
Gritting her teeth with determination, she struck out at the Priestess of Bahomet...
Her first strike slid off of the woman's armor, doing no damage.
However, finding the strength somewhere, Kokam spun herspear through the air and was able to land a blow to the woman's neck...
Roscoe saw the grievous wounds of the Baphomet priestess and sent a sling stone in her direction hoping to end her threat to the group.
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Damon reeled from the sonic blast that shook the very earth beneath his feet. Seeing Kokam teeter on her feet and nearly fall, Damon suddenly felt very alone. He knew what he had to do.
"You will not prevail!" he growled at the cultist priest and her muscular bodyguard, reaching out to the tottering monk and willing all the healing energy Iomedae allowed him to flow into her (lay on hands 10 points). He then set his shield and sword in a defensive position and hoped he could defend himself against the oncoming onslaught. "I am the shield against evil," he thinks, praying that his skills were up to the task.
Stella was rocked to her core as it seemed like the whole world shook. With the pain at first too much to handle she blacked out for a moment but came to a moment later to somehow find herself still conscious, though her allies were struggling as much as she was. Wobbly as she was, Stella managed to somehow conjure an orb of fire in one hand and a orb of starlight in the other and launched them both at the Large tiefling. Unfortunately once again, this time because of her ragged state, her attacks missed thier target. Exhausted at the effort, Stella could only watch on as her friends continued to fight, hoping that they could do what she could not and finish off their foes.
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With the fight getting desparate Roscoe called on the fury of Cayden Cailean
to end the threat from the priestess. "Feel the light of the fires that welcome you."
Though the group was struggling mightily, the sight of the priestess also on her last legs helped Stella keep going. Hoping for guidance from Desna she once again conjured two orbs of magical power in her hand, one an orb of flame and the other a sparkling ball of starlight, and launched them both again at the giant tiefling. This time, flying through the air as if guided by Desna's hand, both attacks landed! The ball of starlight striking him in the chest immediately before the fireball hit him squarely in the face sending him temporarily reeling.
As with their previous adversaries, Kokam could not help but appreciate the vigor and ability the Priestess and her companion put into combatting a numerically superior enemy. Her body ached from the evidence!
Spinning her spear, she re-engaged with the Priestess
As too often happened, one of Kokam's attacks was turned aside by armor or parrying weapons....the other though struck with full effect!
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BTW: this is a long RP turn so we may spend a day or two on it.
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Staggering and almost dropping to a knee, Damon struggled to stand after the beating he had taken from the evil pair which now lay dead at their feet. "What fell spell might she have cast next, had not Iomedae guided my blade to her throat at the last possible instant?" thought the young paladin in gratitude.
As he prepared to kneel in a prayer of thanks, Damon saw Hallvardr on the floor and the world came rushing back to him. "Quickly, let's get him some healing--does anyone have a spell or potion that can revive him?" asked Damon, concerned for his friend.
The old cynical voice came back into his head, "Sure, you survived this time...but what about those you swore to protect?"
"I have no more healing till we get a full night" He looks over the room. "Stella helped keep Hall with us. Thankfully. I could stop the bleeding if it came to it but restoring vitality is beyond me at the moment."
As the group moves about the rooms he covers his nose with the horrid smell as he noted the grizzly work to the south.
He moves with the others to the north and looks over all the things uncovered.
When the lock box came out he warned, "Careful its possibly trapped."
He sits at the desk and studies the box.
He pulls out some tools and sets about working on the box.
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Calming down a bit as Roscoe informed him that Hallvarder was still with them, Damon shot a thankful glance at Stella. He searched the bodies of the two foes before him for obvious healing potions, but not as frantically as he saw the big man’s chest rise and fall steadily under Stella’s watchful eye.
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Pulling himself together, Damon helped to search the rooms and read the note. His face darkened at the thought of People so vile that they conspired with the demons to destroy the city above, and he again worried about how his order fared during the attack.
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Looking up from the note, Damon said, "Yaniel? I just learned about her last week in my studies with the Order. She was a crusader whose luck eventually ran out where she met her end in the Worldwound fighting demons. Still, we visited the shrine set up at the Gray Garrison where her blade, Radiance, was on display. If this Hosilla has stolen the weapon, we must return it to its rightful place once we return to the surface."
He watched Roscoe's efforts with interest, but Damon also investigated the weapons and furs in the room for further clues or useful items.
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[dice=Does he know about Yaniel/History]1d20+2
OOC: Damon, add the spoiler below as your knowledge on the subject.
"In 4692 ar, soon after the start of the Fourth Crusade, a paladin of Iomedae and renowned demon slayer named Yaniel spoke out against the Mendevian crusaders, accusing them of negligence and sloth, and claiming these faults were what allowed Khorramzadeh to invade Kenabres and damage the wardstone. Her accusations cut too close to the truth, and in a moment of weakness her superiors threatened to excommunicate her. Instead, she said she would enter the Worldwound and fight the Fourth Crusade on her own, with only her magic sword Radiance for company. The church was happy to see Yaniel go, and in the 2 years that followed, she was thought to have been slain. Yet when she returned to Kenabres in 4694 ar, leading a small army of crusaders she’d rescued, both Yaniel and her superiors had changed. For her part, Yaniel had shed her pride and insubordination, and had gained a new appreciation for the difficult decisions leaders are forced to make. And the church leaders had learned that sometimes the truth is exactly what you need to hear. Alas, Yaniel was assassinated before the year was out, slain by the lilitu demon Minagho only a week into her second personal crusade. Her followers managed to return to Kenabres with Radiance, but Yaniel’s body had been taken. The sword had gone dark after Yaniel’s death, its magical powers apparently lost, and so the crusaders elected to place it in the Gray Garrison on display. Yet several months ago it was stolen..."
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He pulls out some tools and sets about working on the box.
[dice=Theives Tools Disable Traps if needed]1d20+5
[dice=Open Lock]1d20+5
Roscoe gasped at he found when he opened the box.
The lockbox held a small leather pouch containing an assortment of semiprecious gemstones (three chips of lapis lazuli worth
10 gp each, two bloodstones worth 50 gp each, a citrine worth 50 gp, and a white pearl worth 100 gp) as well as a scroll of lesser restoration and a potion of greater healing. The lockbox also contained long, thin darkwood sword case worth 200 gp.
As mentioned in the orders, the contents of the long darkwood case was the greatest treasure present. The case was not locked—inside lay a breathtaking longsword—a weapon of obviously superior craftsmanship with a razor-sharp blade that appeared to be made of shining gold. The blade was in fact made of cold iron that had been magically infused to make it appear as if it were made of gold...
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OOC: Kokam has a healing potion and Roscoe just found a second more potent healing potion.
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Kokam allowed the big tiefling to slide off of her spear, leaning against the weapon as she realized that she and her friends had prevailed, "Oh, that was hard! That was well done everyone!" she says, looking each of her companions directly in the eye, well except Stormbrow.
Kokam follows the others around as they search their adversaries and the rooms, on the look out for any other cultists hiding in wait...or any other secrets hidden away...
She listens to Damon's account of Yaniel's life and fate, gazing down at the beautiful sword in awe, "It's as if legend has come out of the past and touched us...But why would they seek out the sword if it has no power without it's owner?" she muses.
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”The forces of evil ever seek to corrupt that which is good,” replied Damon, gesturing to the letter, ”and it appears this ‘S. V.’ cultist had a plan to corrupt the pure blade of Yaniel...it also appears they had an ally attempting to corrupt the Wardstone—this Vorlesh, whoever that is.”
”With Hosilla’s death, we have at least recovered this noble blade, but it seems there are pockets of cultists still in the city at these three safe houses. Once we finish cleaning this lair of cultists, we need to find what authorities remain in the city and let them know of these developments, in addition to the cultist’s infiltration of the crusaders as we saw from the disguised bodies from before,” he concluded, worried about all the forces arrayed against the remnant of the crusaders that may still be on the surface.
”Do you dare touch the holy blade, boy? Will it darken at your touch and reveal your taint for all to see? Go ahead, you know you covet the dead blade of the murdered crusader...” Damon looked at the blade with mixed emotions, but made no attempt to claim it.
Roscoe absently handed the healing potion to someone, as he stared at the sword, "That will help the Ulfen." He then pulled out the sword noting its fine work absently he mused, "Why is it never a rapier." He looks up and hands the sword to Damon, "Use it in health I think your the longsword man."
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Damon backed off and raised his hands, seeming almost...uncomfortable. "No, Roscoe, that is a sacred blade that belonged to a noble paladin. I am not worthy of such an honor. Please, put it back in its case and I will make sure it gets back to its rightful place at the Shrine of Iomedae," said Damon, concerned at the halfling's casual treatment of the priceless heirloom. Damon was more than happy to take the sword in its case and transport it, but he indeed felt unworthy to wield so fine a blade himself.
Looking back at the Ulfen, Damon saw him stir as Kokam fed him her healing potion. "It appears Kokam has already found a way to revive Hallvardr," he added.
Just as it seemed that she had reached her limit, Stella saw the tiefling fall limp on Kokam's spear. Her body immediately relieved, she fell onto hands and knees breathing heavily for a few long moments as the glow emanating from her body slowly faded away. After recovering enough to slowly begin to move again she moved closer to Hallvaror's body and thankfully was able to see that he was still alive. "Thank Desna we all survived that!.
"I have no more healing till we get a full night" He looks over the room. "Stella helped keep Hall with us. Thankfully. I could stop the bleeding if it came to it but restoring vitality is beyond me at the moment."
Unfortunately I am also unable to heal with magic without a long rest. These cultist were more difficult than I could've possibly imagined! Hallvaror should be alright though with rest or another form of healing if we're able to find such a thing down here. She coughed out in response, clearly still feeling the effects of the fight herself.
Staying back to monitor Hallvaror, she wrinkled her nose slightly when the Southern chamber was explored and the foul stench of...whatever was done in there reached her. Though at first curious of the cause, she decided she'd rather not know, and began digging through her bag. Using what little magic she had left, she caused the pods to flower into a mini bouquet which she used to block the smell until it was only a minor annoyance.
As the others returned to the main room and shared what they had discovered, Stella listened on with concern. "It seems this attack has been in the making for a long time. Damon, do you know the places mentioned in the letter? Are they notable places in the city?.
With a healing potion found, Stella helped Kokam administer it to the fallen Ulfen and waited until the magical liquid roused him. Once he'd regained consciousness, she asked him "How do you feel? You took a mighty big shot to the head during that fight"
"How do you feel? You took a mighty big shot to the head during that fight", Stella asked not long after consciousness returned.
I feel like I need a new helm.... and to vomit, he said rolling sideways to dry retch a few times.
So, he quipped as he slowly rose and wiped his mouth and beard, I see we won.
Roscoe rolls his eyes. "Your humility is admirable. But we're off the map. In the bowels of a nest of evil cultists. The good gods in their providence have put you on the small team that found this blade. If we learn later that it was sacrilege I will atone along side you. But for now. Use it and its power against evil keep us your allies alive. You can humbly return to your superiors after it has helped fight our way back. But to not use it now puts goodly folk in greater danger."
For Gods sake man, take the sword... it's a damn waste of metal if it's stuck in a sheath instead of doing it's job, particularly if we're facing demons and such, Hallvardr said brusquely catching the tail end of Roscoe's and Damon's exchange.
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Overcome by the logic and persuasiveness of his friends, Damon said, "You are, right, I suppose...If I can be of use in protecting those who cannot protect themselves..."
Damon reached out and tentatively grasped the offered sword by its hilt, almost expecting the bright blade to darken at his touch. Just before he touched the grip, the voice came back--stronger than ever. "You are unworthy. The blade will reject you, and your friends will know your dark secret," the voice oozed, putting pressure on his very soul.
For Gods sake man, take the sword... it's a damn waste of metal if it's stuck in a sheath instead of doing it's job, particularly if we're facing demons and such, Hallvardr said brusquely catching the tail end of Roscoe's and Damon's exchange.
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OOC: good stuff everyone! Damon take inspiration for that RPing.
Recapping now...
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Reacting with awe, Damon was speechless as the sword accepted him, taking a long moment before he even registered the questions about the locations in Kenabres.
”Topaz Solutions sounds familiar—I think it it some kind of potion shop, but I never visited it. The other two are unknown to me,” said the distracted Paladin.
It took Stella a few seconds to adjust her eyes after the the shining light of the blade faded away. When she could see again, she swore Damon looked different; the air about him was completely different and... was he handsomer somehow? Dismissing the thoughts as a trick of the light she spoke up and said "I think you were meant for that sword Damon, it suits you. Makes you more...knightly than before." before giving him a wink.
Gorum be praised - a miracle of steel! I'd say your Goddess has fated you to wield that sword.
He spat, clearing the taste of bile and weakness from his mouth.
We found a way out of this place? We might need to back track... and looking around I think we all could use a breather.
Kokam smiled her encouragement to Damon to take up the sword as well, but nonetheless felt a pang of jealousy; but for an accident of birth, it could have been her taking up that beautiful weapon, a champion of Iomedae! With a shake of her head she dispelled such nonsense, she loved Iomedae in her own way...her path was just a different one from Damon's.
Placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze she said, "It seems to like you, Damon!"
She shrugs when the talk turns to the locations mentioned in the letter, "I've only just come to Kenabrae, I have not idea where these might be."
She blinks at Hallvardr's statement, nodding, suddenly feeling the weight of her wounds and the exhaustion of battle settling upon her, "I wouldn't turn down a chance to rest some...We do still need to find the way out..."