War for the Crown #3 - The Twilight Child

Game Master Kittenmancer

An awed hush descends as Rose mentions taking down the Iron Lash, and after that the villagers regard the group with newfound respect. The old man talking to Marius nods, getting to his feet. "Aye, I can show you the way, but I won't get close to the pumphouse. By foot it takes the better part of a day to reach it, but I have a barge that gets us there a lot faster."

As they travel, he turns out to be a bit of a history buff. "That pump is very, very old. More than a thousand years old. Some mage built it to drain the marsh and turn it into farmland, but the spell wore off, ehh... four, five generations ago. We replaced the mechanism with one pulled by oxen, but that one also broke."

As they approach the area, he gestures, one hand on the barge pole. "See, up on that little hill, that's the Sandaris cemetery. They were an old noble family who ruled these parts before the Betonys earned their title in the Shining Crusade." He points a little to the left of the hill. "And that's the pumphouse. Be careful, the waters are treacherous and there's something lurking in them."

Marshland and shallow, stagnant ponds surround the pump house for miles in every direction, ringed with festering carcasses of livestock. A sturdy stone building straddles the berm separating an algae-cloaked marsh from the stagnant canal waters. A long sluice looks as though it might have once accommodated a mill, while a stone walkway wraps around the southern portion of the building. Moss almost completely obscures the slate roof. The still waters reflect the oranges, pinks and purples of the approaching sunset.

It took about 2 hours to get here by barge.

Konstiantina leans against the barge's railing, clad once more in her military raiment, and enjoys the simple passage through the landscape. She takes her time in drinking in the atmosphere, gazing thoughtfully over farmland and the occasional copse of trees, or down at the muddy water as she allows herself to really arrive here, to mentally and spiritually situate herself in this new corner of the world they've claimed.

"What can you tell us about the beast?" she asks, turning on one elbow to look over at the old man. "Anybody report what it looks like, how it hunts, anything at all? Is it nocturnal? How long has it been here? How far does it range?"

Gazing back meditatively at the pump house, she frowns. "Can't say I'm excited to wade into those waters looking for something to fight. We'll be inviting an ambush, and will have difficulty preventing its escape if we wound it badly enough. What do you think of provoking it to attack us on the hill itself, or our taking up defensive positions around the pumphouse and luring it toward us?"

"Good thinking, though I don't feel entirely comfortable provoking an entirely unknown foe. Let's look around and see what we find, we might be able to pin down just who and what we're dealing with."

Rose shivers at the thought of something dragging her under the unfathomable waters of the marsh, never to return, and pulls her cloak tighter around herself as Konstiantina and Marius give their respective assessments. "...Yes, If at all possible, I suggest drawing it into an ambush of sorts, out of the water if we can help it. Such as with the slightly over date cow I brought. Let's say the town butcher was very happy with our patronage," she remarks, as she makes a face at the smell of it. "Should that fail or we need something else... well, I made other arrangements too. Let's just hope we won't need them.".

The paladin nods with sober gravity as she lets her gaze wander over the swamp flats. Its impossible to divine from the deck of the barge how deep some of the pools out there in the flooded farmland mighty go, but still she tries to get a sense, to suss out if their quarry will be able to actually swim through the mire or if it will instead be forced to wade.

Perception on how deep the swamp might be: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Lotti shakes her head as sighs as the young folks charge off into the swamp without considering the consequences if they don’t come back. Or what that not-consideration looks like to the people they’ve just introduced themselves to - how they might appear as vain attention seekers, or flighty aristocrats, or just plain careless with both their own lives and the lives of others.

“Honorable Tribune, let us put these taxes and requests and other supplies into order before my Lord departs for the pump house.” Her voice is slightly louder than necessary, pitched a bit deeper to give an air of authority. “That way, should the worst occur, our journey here and the support we have brought for Stachys will not have been in vain.”

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On the boat, Lotti has her hands full trying to keep Wobblekins from “investigating” Rose’s “supplies”. “There is a lovely bowl of fish and cream waiting for you back at the estate, Your Grace. This really is quite unbecoming of you. What will your new friends think when you come home smelling like a stew that’s been left by the side of the road for two weeks?”

The old man shakes his head at Konstiantina's questions. "Nobody knows, miss. We call it The Lurker on account of it, well - lurking, but no-one alive has seen it. Been here a few years." He lets the pole drop deep into the water, then wedges it into the muddy bottom to slow down the barge. "This is as far as I go, you can walk from here. I'll pull back a little and wait for you until moonrise." What happens if they don't return by then is left unspoken.

Konstiantina can see that the marsh waters south of the pump house are only 4 feet deep, while the canal north of it is deeper, perhaps 10 feet.

Map updated!

Konstiantina leaps adroitly onto the embankment when the bargeman gets close, and her blade slips free of its scabbard with a whisper. Its length gleams in the sunset, a sliver of salmon pink and blood orange that could have been pulled clear of the sun's heart. For a long moment she simpy stands there, alert and gazing out over the marsh, and then with a subtle frown, turns to study the pump house itself.

"Single file, I suppose," she says gravely once they're all atop the embankment, and then leads the way, moving warily, in no rush, pausing occasionally to simply watch and listen. "The marsh itself isn't too deep - looks to be about four feet as opposed to the canal's ten. Let us hope our quarry isn't literally invisible."

Leading the way up to the pumphouse.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Once at the pump house, Rose gives it a critical look, noting the large sway of watery marsh to both the north and southwest. It seemed approaching from the east was the only overland way to do it. Did the monster live inside the construction, or outside? That would either make luring it out difficult or the approach more dangerous, in her estimation - either wasn't ideal... but who knew until they actually went and checked?

"All right. How do we handle this? Seems like there's two narrow staircases inside, one right ahead over land one to the north, though we'd have to jump there or wade through a bit of marsh. If we don't want to go inside at all, should we place the bait outside, and just hide and wait?"

Konstiantina scans the edifice slowly, her frown slight, her golden hair gleaming metallically in the dying rays of the sun.

Sensing Evil over the pumphouse and the environs.

Lotti likewise surveys the pumphouse with gleaming eyes. Her hands cradle a distraught Wobblekins, keeping him safe from the muck underfoot.

Using detect magic, looking for signs of the old enchantments on the pump and any wards that might have once protected it.

For his part, Marius puts old lessons to use and checks the ground for tracks, spoor, unfinished meals--anything that might give him a place to start when it comes to identifying this mysterious Lurker.

If he finds tracks or similar leavings, Marius can Study them to get that +1 bonus on subsequent checks
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Meanwhile Lisa settles for complaining about the wretched smell here.

And whining about the multitude of buzzing insects flying about.

And grumbling about the mud on her shoes.

And fretting about this, that, and the other.

"Next time, Marius darling, next time I get to choose the adventure. We can go shopping... well Raesilia and I can go shopping and you can help carry things for us ladies. Now see? Doesn't that sound like a fun outting for the whole family? And best of all, no bugs! Well, okay, not no bugs but at least city bugs have the common courtesy to stay out of sight! That's just manners!" The courtesan huffs.

Meanwhile, Rose alternates between watching their surroundings intently and aiming an equally tense gaze towards a flat, longish box she'd produced from her backback somewhere during the stakeout. Eventually, she sighs softly and swallows her nerves. "She'd probably grant me permission..." she mumbles as she opens it. Then, she very slowly and carefully begins coating a couple of bolts with a stange mix of powders contained within, putting them aside afterwards to seemingly dry on a piece of cloth.

Only when Lisa speaks up does she interrupt this task once begun. "A shopping spree in Stachys?" she asks, amused. "What exactly are we buying then, Miss Lombardi? Cows? I'd pay good money to see Marius carry a couple of those for us - without magic, that is. Though actually... hm. Hold that thought. Is it even physically possible to carry a fully grown one per arm? An amusing experiment and image, if nothing else."

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Lisa bursts out of laughter at Rose's suggestion, "Well, I had intended for this to be a trip out of town but now that you have brought up a potential bovine cure to our boredom... well I'd say that we simply must have Marius give it a shot... For science you see." She teases Marius playfully.

"But honestly, how much longer do you think it will be? This is dreadfully boring I must profess."

Lotti detects several magical auras, while Konstiantina feels the presence of a single evil entity. It is difficult to find track in the soggy, water-saturated ground, but Marius spies what seems to be a poorly-hidden nook by the northern stairs.

As the group banters, a soft plop can be heard from the canal, and several large bubbles escape to the surface. A creature emerges slowly, shaking itself like a dog - if said dog had three legs, a huge fang-studded mouth and three tentacles protruding from its sides, one of them tipped with three eyes that turn towards the intruders as a long, slobbering tongue licks its lips.

The creature lunges towards the bait left by Rose.

Initiative order, bold can act: Konstiantina, Lotti, Rose, Marius, creature, Lisa.

Knowledge (dungeoneering) vs DC 14: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

"Otyugh. Scavenger, capable of speech, many records of alliances based on providing them waste and offal." Lotti's speech is clipped and brisk as she wrestles with an even-more distraught Wobblekins in her arms."Konstiantina, is it trustworthy? Also, magical auras. Need more time to identify."

Lotti'll spend another round concentrating on detect magic to get the number of different magical auras and the power of the most potent aura in her area of detection.

Rose nods at the assessment but doesn't move or speak, unwilling to either alarm the being or distract the casters from their spellcraft. Dignity's Barb was clutched tightly as she struggled with the impulse to aim and fire. Which was difficult, with it being less than thirty feet away.

Delay until either someone from our group decides to attack it it or it attacks us.

Tracking the creature's movements closely, Marius estimates its size and speed and sidesteps away from the group. "Don't cluster up, it might vomit acid or something, who knows."

Drawing his falcata, the nobleman hold it down and away rather than in a ready guard. "Creature! Ott-Yug! My companion tells me you can speak, so will you speak with us? Or shall we all get right to the bladework and spell-slinging? I would prefer not to do battle for no reason."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 1 = 13

Marius would like to palaver, but he does have a secondary motive which is to buy Konstiantina some time to zero in on that evil aura (assuming she signaled us about detecting something).

Seeing Marius try to talk it down while the casters were busy, Rose attempted join the conversation. "Ah, excuse me, nice mister or miss 'Oty-jug'? I'm Rose, and I'm very happy you find the meat we got you so tasty! Could you perhaps tell us something in return? We were hoping to meet the being living at that building, but we're not sure what it is, so we weren't able to get it the right meeting gifts as well. It's just that no one seems to know, you see! So could you perhaps help us and share with us what you know about it?" she asks, as nicely and imploringly as she could possibly manage.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36
Bluff if needed: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

Rose makes the check and ends her delay. She'd also walk southeast a bit so as to not be in front, but cant move her on the map.

As her companions begin distracting the monstrosity, Konstiantina narrows her eyes and seeks to refine her sense of where the evil lies.

Focusing on Detect Evil another round.

With a little more time to focus, Lotti discerns five distinct magical auras, but none of them above a faint shimmer in the fabric of the world. Konstiantina senses seven instances of evil, with the strongest one radiating a moderately powerful aura.

The otyugh stops with its mouth open above the meat, all three eyes turning towards Marius. Although they have no lids, there is a distinct sensation of narrowing.

"You are not like friends. You are more like food." There is palpable confusion in its voice, then as Rose speaks up, it turns to regard her. "Friends live inside. They feed me."

Party is up!

Marius' eyes flicker over to the entrance to the pump house, but he doesn't otherwise react. "Well what if we wanted to be friends? What do your friends feed you? Perhaps we could help," he plasters a smile on his face, but dreads the answer.

"So whatever is inside has probably been feeding it the remains of the missing villagers..." Rose mutters as the creature continues eating, and quickly glances at Konstiantina and Lotti for any progress on their end.

When Marius continues negotiations for now, she decides to take a gamble, hoping this thing's appetite outweighed any negative connotations to the village or its bonds of friendship to the other creatures. "Lord Erallan here is the leader of a nearby farming village. They have lots and lots of food to share. Like the remains of this tasty cow? Cheese? Um, poo and maneure? Whatever you prefer to prefer to eat, we can provide better or more than your friends. So... can we be your new friends? If so, do you have a name?"

Konstiantina's voice is low so as to not interrupt the proceedings.

"I sense seven instances of evil, with one being far stronger than the rest. Haven't... yet... been able to place them..."

"Likely undead, then, or minor fiends. Mortals rarely detect unless they're priests--or possess considerable power. Unlikely I think, but it pays to be cautious."

Oh good GODS that stench! Losa thinks as she covers her nose and crimges away from the creature.

Ugh, and that FACE! Awful, just awful. I can't believe we're actually talking to this wretched thing as opposed to burning it!

Lisa does her best to conceal her obvious disgust with the creature while the others attempt to 'negotiate' though she had no idea why they were evn doing that.

Round 3

Lotti pinpoints the magical auras, all of them faint, to a nook by the northern stairs, while Konstiantina can tell that all evil presences are inside the pump house - six faint ones and one of moderate intensity.

The otyugh wolfs down the meat, speaking between bites. "Lots and lots of food? What is cheese?" Once it swallows the last bit, it licks its sharp fangs. "Name? What is name? I don't know. What is name?" It points a tentacle at Rose. "New friend, what is name?"

Party is up!

Rose sweatdrops at the incredible rate the Otyugh had just consumed half a past-date cow without breaking any sweat whatsover. "Um, like I said, my name is Rose. A name is how others adress you, or make it known that they are speaking to you specifically. If you have never had a name, what would you like to be called? You can pick anything you like... like... ah, Munch, Chops, Nibbles? Picknick? ...Obesity? Or something not related to food," and more monstrous , "like... Jerry? Remington? Titus? ...Bartelby? You can pick whatever you like."

She gives an apologetic shrug towards the others. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. But he seems a bit... childlike? It feels wrong to harm him, somehow."

"As for cheese," she continues to the creature - but stops to consider. What was cheese? Technically, an extract from thinly sliced young calf stomach, vinegar, water and salt, added to milk that was left to age at least sixty days. Too much information to the average person probably, but for a scavenger monster? "...It's probably best to let you taste it. Here, I have some in my rations..." she decides, worried about mental collateral, and tosses it a clump of well-aged cheese.

Konstiantina turns her attention to the pumphouse completely, assured that Rose will hold the otyugh at bay with her barrage of questions and explanations.

"All the evil auras come from within. Shall we strike before dusk falls?"

"There's a nook by the northern stairs that might be of interest," Lotti adds. "My guess would be supplies of some kind. Watch out for something guarding it."

The otyugh catches the lump of cheese out of the air and swallows it. "Cheese is good. I think about name." It then proceeds to mumble to itself, sounding out words and seemingly random noises.

"Perhaps you might name yourself after something you like to see, or taste. I often find a walk about helps me think--maybe you should try it?" Marius suggests.

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

If the creature takes the suggestion, the nobleman gestures quickly towards the pump house. "Let us be swift, I don't wish to be caught between it and whatever Lady Mokei detected."

Lisa leans over to Rose whilst still covering her nose and whispers in her ear, "What kind of a name is Jerry?" She teases her friend with a slight nudge from her elbow.

If the monster goes Lisa will exhale exaggeratedly and desperately attempt to fan away any lingering odor. "Well, at least that's over! Good gods I'm having this outfit laundered twice maybe even trice upon our return to the estate! How you managed to speak with a straight face there, I'll never know!" The woman scoffs and uncorks a potion from her hidden thigh-satchel.

There is a shimmer of light as an invisible barrier wraps itself around Lisa's form once again and she nods to Marius, "Well lead the way then Marius darling. After that last encounter I welcome good honest combat. At least there all I have to worry about is blood... and death... death is bad too I suppose."

Lisa leans over to Rose whilst still covering her nose and whispers in her ear, "What kind of a name is Jerry?" She teases her friend with a slight nudge from her elbow.

"Something worse than Six Iron Lashes glued together: A bean counter. One of these days, I will have my sweet, sweet revenge!" She gives Lisa cheeky, conspiring wink.

"Perhaps you might name yourself after something you like to see, or taste."

"Did you just indirectly encourage it to call itself 'Cheese'?" Rose remarks, somewhat amused. "Remind me not to let you name the children."

Seeing the Otyugh distracted with existential matters and the others begin to move, Rose raises her crossbow again. "So, are we checking out that supposed hidden cache first or are we heading straight in? Perhaps we can trade some more cheese to Cheese to have it take out the contents for us before taking that walk - if there are any?" she suggests, but settles on following the knights' lead.

If no one objects to this plan, Rose would offer the Otyugh some more food in return for it gathering whatever was in that hidden corner and giving it to us before heading in.

"Perhaps you might name yourself after something you like to see, or taste. I often find a walk about helps me think--maybe you should try it?" Marius suggests.

Still mumbling to itself, the otyugh slinks back into the murky waters of the canal.

Out of initiative for now.

Seeing their perhaps new friend leave, Rose calls out to the frontline. "Wait. Let's make sure there's no trap around the entrance. Konstiantina, could you keep track of if whatever is inside is moving while I search?"

She makes her way forward after, kneeling and leaning down to peer to carefully inspect the immediate area behind the ruined door, fully engrossed in her work.

Rose would do a take 20 on perception for searching the door. If that is not possible i'll roll below.

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Pausing just behind Rose, he waits for her go-ahead before slipping through the door with Konstiantina.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Konstiantina raises her blade and grips the hilt with both hands. She draws a deep breath, and as the last rays of the dying sun paint the marshland a lurid palette of crimsons, umbers, and burgundy, she intones a soft prayer.

"Honorable Iomedae, help us to trust you in these times of uncertainty. Let us rest on your valorous example. When we are weak and overcome with fear and doubt, help us to feel your presence. Remind in our inner hearts your words to fear not; to rest assured that today you promise that you will fight our battles."

Those words spoken, she steps up to the door, and with her inner senses yet alert to the presence of evil, passes inside once Rose gives her nod.

Reading an action to cast Daylight when most opportune, using Detect Evil still to indicate to everyone where the presences are if hidden. I also have Dodging panache readied as an Immediate Action to 5 foot step away, giving me a +4 to my AC to avoid the first attack.

Rose cannot see any traps around the doorway. Scraps of rotted wood hang off the rusted hinges, and the floor is covered with green slime and dead vegetation.

As Konstiantina steps through, her dark-adjusted vision discerns six humanoid forms that seem to be stirring from sleep. Their emaciated forms, barely covered by vestiges of rags, and the indescribable stench coming off them quickly clue her in as to their undead nature. One of them turns its head towards her and growls, baring its teeth.

That gets the others' attention, and with frightening speed they all rush at the paladin.

As they were prone, they only get to move this round, no attacks.

Initiative order: undeads, Rose, Lotti, Marius, Lisa, Konstiantina.

As the undead swarm forward, Marius' eyes narrow as he takes in all the telltale markers of their kind.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18 Marius will share whatever he knows.

"Lady Mokei, fall back through the doorway! I've got your covered!" Marius presses himself against the wall next to the open door, prepared to cut down the first of the unliving horrors to step into his reach.

Knowledge check, Study Target vs the one directly in front of K, and then Ready an attack against the first creature to step into his reach.
Readied Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Confirm?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 Crit?: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 = 15

Lisa reals back, repulsed by the smell in this awful place when their foes, a pack of ravenous undead, rush forth and swarm the paladin with frightening speed.

"By Calistria these things are fast! And the smell I just... I need a moment..." Lisa physically gags and holds her other hand up in a 'wait a minute' gesture as she struggles to compose herself.

I Can't do much to undead so I'll wait to be useful if any of you should get hit. Speaking of which Lisa will use Misfortune to force a reroll should any of the undead roll a natural 20 to hit.

Is the map super-dark for anyone else?

Lotti waits for Konstiantina to step back through the doorway, rubbing a bit of butter between her fingers. "You know this is not for you, Your Grace," she admonishes her familiar even as arcane words line themselves up in her mind. She tweaks the order a few times, changing which syllable is accented on one word and adding another for good measure before releasing the magic.

Readying to cast grease in cyan spread and spend a Reservoir point to boost the save DC to Reflex 18.

Seeing a very narrow chokepoint and not wanting to risk shooting straight past Konstiantina, Rose quietly slips to the side, out of sight, and presses herself flat against the wall, waiting for an opportunity to fire...

stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

I think most of them would be distracted and take a -5 pentalty to keep track of her, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

The darkness swarms.

From the moldy floor rises ghastly creatures, emmaciated and foul, and for a moment Konstiantina freezes, the sight of bared yellowed fangs and ropey gray flesh, of beady black eyes devoid of all humanity and their awful hunger filling her with dark, shocked fear.

But then she feels her goddess' presence, the bulwark of her faith, and raises her hand so that blazing, glorious sunlight bursts forth from the pebble she tosses into the room, filling the rancid pumphouse, as warm and shining as that of a beautiful summer's day.

"Come, then," she whispers as she steps back through the doorway and to one side. "Come to us so that we may grant you peace."

And with that her longsword blazes to life, as if in communion with the daylight, its wicked length radiating golden fire as she feels her goddess's blessing as never before.

Five foot step back, casting Daylight in the center of the room before them, activating Divine Bond for a +1 bonus.

Rose does her best to hide from the undead creatures (which Marius knows to be ghouls), while Lotti throws a little obstacle into their path, causing one of them to slip and fall to the floor green is prone. While the other remains standing, its triumph is short-lived, as Marius deftly severs its neck with one strike of his falcata, then brings it around again in a backswing to eviscerate it yellow is gone. Lisa and Konstiantina prepare themselves to face the rest, each calling upon their talents granted by their respective bonds.

Round 2

One ghoul rushes forward, only to slip on the magical butter and fall prone purple, while the one that had already fallen scrambles to its feet with impatient growls, navigating the area of the spell and bursting through the doorway. The others rush forward as well, but there is little they can do save claw at the rotting frame with long, black nails and scream. "Mine! Feed! Mine!"

Party is up!

His lip curls back in disgust as the pack of hungry dead start scrambling through the doorway. "Ghouls--dead things, quick and sapient but nearly feral with hunger. Their claws can paralyze their prey, so cut them down before they have the chance to strike!" As the next ghoul leaps through the door the nobleman sweeps his falcata upwards, angled towards its neck.

Study Green, then attack with a flank!
Attack vs Green: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 + 1 = 26 Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 + (4) = 12

I'll delay until after Konstiantina as there's a decent chance green dies between her and Marius' turns, which would allow safe firing.

Hiding behind Konstiantina, Rose quietly nods at Marius' additional information and is about to turn and fire, when, in the bright light of the Aasimar's spell, she is barely able to spot a pool of water in the ghouls' room beyond.

Having an idea, she takes a deep breath and places a hand on her throat as she peers at it intently.

The next moment, there are sloshing sounds heard from the water pool, as if a large creature was breaking or about to break from the surface! "Hullo, friends. Thank you for all the food, but now I'm really, really hungry! Please lie there while I eat you all, okay? I wonder what ghouls taste like..." The voice of the unnamed Otyugh follows suit, as it is about to snack upon the unsuspecting undead!?

Mockingbird (Ex): The vigilante can mimic almost any sort of voice, or even animal calls and sound effects, and he can throw his voice at a distance. This functions similarly to a combination of the ghost sound, ventriloquism, and vocal alteration spells. A vigilante must be at least 5th level to choose this talent. In this case, she mimics the sounds of an impending Otyugh betrayal in an attempt to confuse the ghouls and/or redirect attention from us.

After speaking, she quickly steps out of cover and fires at the one ghoul she saw not prone on the ground. Coincidentally, also the one closest to the water pool. Blue.

attack, vs flat-footed if it lost track of Rose during stealth/distraction: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

damage, deadly aim: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Hidden strike: 3d8 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) = 7

attack, rapid shot, vs flat-footed if it lost track of Rose during stealth/distraction: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

damage, deadly aim: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Hidden strike: 3d8 ⇒ (5, 2, 6) = 13

Should green not be dead yet after Konstiantina takes her turn, she instead 5ft steps into melee drange and stabs him with a hastily drawn rapier:

attack vs prone, vs Flat footed if hide/distraction worked?, PA: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
hidden strike 3d4 or 3d8 if he lost track of Rose completely or not: 3d8 ⇒ (4, 6, 8) = 18
alternative: 3d4 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) = 12

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Damage + Precise Strike: 1d8 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 5 = 12

Konstiantina's blazing blade flashes through the gloom as she aims a slash at the ghoul before her.

The divine light Konstiantina creates is so bright that Lisa is forced to raise an arm over her eyes and withdraw.

"Ugh!" She grimaces as the undead surge forwards scowling in disgust. "So basically, 'Don't let the gross dead things touch you with their nasty claws?' I think I couldn't agree more I'll be very honest." She responds to Marius' advice whilst prepping her healing magic should i prove needed.

Lisa will 5 foot step away from Mr. Green then just hold to heal if it proves necessary. Also she will use her Misfortune to negate the first natural 20 to hit from an enemy or us Fortune on herself should she be hit and roll below a 12 on the saving throw.