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"Gods blast you damned flying sickle" Arbiscar frowns at the force spiritual weapon, and he rushes forward around the room to engage the zombie. He uses his Agile Feet blessing to travel easily through Menarul's bomb difficult terrain.
Reaching the column where the zombie stands he tries to smash the undead with his silver hammer "This is payment for your sins. Creature you are next"
Etna's current turn
Etna jabs the woman again in a weak spot.
After this, Arbiscar smack aside the zombie, its now twice dead form spread on the floor.
Kavendell, robbed of his undead foe, strikes out, and true, against the cleric.
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The woman frowns with gritted teeth, as she is pretty wounded.
(-14)
Te death cleric focuses her spiritual pick on Kavendell.
She takes a step back, and casts a restorative on herself.
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Manerul
Etna
The combined assault of Etna and Menarul are just enough to knock the fight out of the woman.
The survivors are still shaky, but are slowly calming down.
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"Are you all right?" Arbiscar addresses the survivors while hanging his hammer back to his back.
"That over there is the exit door, isn't it? If you have the strength for it, it is better for you to leave now" if some of them are too wounded to leave by themselves, Arbiscar will heal them, or channel if they are more than one.
Only then the dwarf attends to the fallen enemy "Who was that woman? Does she have anything in the body that points what was she doing here?"
Nobleman #1: "I don't know. When hell broke loose, we, there were a few more of us at first, fled here. She came in with her zombies and killed some. You found us shortly after."
Holy symbol.
DC 25 kn. Religion to ID as symbol of Zyphus, an obscure minor evil godling of unexpected/accidental deaths.
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Picking up the holy symbol on the woman, Arbiscar frowns "A follower of Zyphus. An obscure minor evil godling of unexpected/accidental deaths"
"How can be an accident when there is a god and his followers making it to happen..." the dwarf nods to the nobleman "Ok, did she say anything about their plans while she was here?"
Nobleman #2: "They came from that door.", he points to the door leading east on the map.
None have a bell ringing upon hearing Wuthers' name.
The old man straightens his clothes.
"Enough already. I have business outside. You lot, are you mercenaries? If so, i am to be kept safe so i can leave this building."
Potion of CMW x2
You also find a note on her person.
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[DC 25, monsieur. :)]
"We are no mercenaries, but I am akin to accept money for keeping you safe and healing. It is part of my god's tenets. That said observe the doors to the exit are just here, so the job is mainly done sir" Arbiscar points to the southern double doors.
Then, he kneels and takes one of the potions, offering the other to someone else "You here is a moderate healing potion and a note"
The dwarf tries to read the note.
Loyalists of the Grim Harvestman, our time has come!
My plan to recover the stone, blessed by our beloved Harbinger of Unexpected Tragedy Himself, has succeeded beyond my wildest hopes.
The fool Pathfinder I convinced to journey here has fed the strength of our Lord by encountering an unexpected tragedy of his own. His hard work for Grim was not in vain!
Come to me at once, at the appointed hour and place, and we shall lay
out a bounty before mighty Zyphus that He won’ t soon forget. When Pharasma, hated cretin, lies slain in the bowels of hell and our mighty harbinger rules the afterlife, He will reward His faithful few with everlasting life and power of unspeakable might!
Come to me, brothers and sisters, come to me!
Fel
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Menarul stretches and then looks at the door and back to the nobleman. "You know we could help those people hiding out in the orchestra pit and the people here and see if we can't make sure the escape routes we keep recommending are actually clear. If there's necromancers in the building trying to raise more zombies we should probably be more careful about keeping the people who are still alive, well, alive."
He takes a squint-eyed look at the holy symbol for a moment, and gives a shrug. Is that some minor deity of undead or death? Some funky sect of Urgotha? Seems ultimately unimportant."
When the note gets passed to him, Meanrul'S face falls.
Booting Pharasma out of the Boneyard... would be hard to do right? Can't quite see how some zombies would have the power to do that..."
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”Well I’ve never known cultists to be the logical types. All that matters about their beliefs now are they seem obviously violent and are here to cause as much mayhem as possible. Their goal seems to be some rock though. I think it’s best we track it down to put a end to this, and see if we can recover the body. It sounds like our possible rescue mission is now a recovery one.”
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"Zyphus? How the heck is that cretin? These people are crazy if they think they can just slay Pharasma and put whomever they think as the new protector of the Boneyard... but they are causing such a chaos anyway" Arbiscar turns the note to see if there is anything else written there "We should stop them before they cause more bloodshed."
"We must find the place where they are gathering" Arbiscar resolves to open the eastern door and have a look on what seems a lounge or tavern.
The old man is taken aback at Asuran's words.
*grumble*greedy lizard*grumble
"I am Magistros Sebastus Hustavan, Emperor Stavian III’s consul for the fourth district of Oppara Prefecture. My money has nothing to do with this disaster, why do you care?"
Hustavan is a tall, frighteningly thin man of advanced age. His short, gray hair sticks to his head as if it were bathed in cooking oil and his
thick, white beard, meticulously trimmed and braided, positively glistens with wax. He wears the finery of his office, a blue silk shoulder sash over long white robes, and his fingers are encrusted with bejeweled rings.
Meanwhile, Arbiscar carefully opens the door....
The interior is that of a small lounge, save the normal chatter of theater visitors on break, is replaced by the blood smears and corpses of both zombies and people. He notices a small gasp coming from behind a set of chairs, a corner easily overlooked otherwise. A small child clutching a doll to her chest sits curled up in the corner.
She is shaken, but seemingly relieved to see living people that do not look like the death cleric of just now.
"There was more screaming coming from over there. I heard it when the sound here stopped."
While Etna's effort alone doesn't get the child fully confident, combined effort gets her across, and she hugs Etna tightly, still trembling slightly. She calms down eventually.
Good, you are a braveboygirl
This time, the others catch up with Arbiscar as he takes point.
Near the door, there is a distinct smell of decay, like a corpse dead for at least several weeks.
Opening the door, he sees the other side's door handle all bloodied, with the corpse at his feet seemingly having slid off the door in its final moment. Along with it, several others, including the man who was at the counter when you came in.
The door across, however, is slightly ajar.
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As the team crosses the small hallway towards the other door.... [CLANK CLANK CLANK], Arbiscar's armor is not very subtle, especially when Etna bumps into his back, after looking cautiously around her instead of in front, as h stops to open the door.
As he opens the door, his stout dwarven heart slightly beating a bit faster, he is greeted by the scene of two men in dark colored chain shirts, and a woman in dark grey colored plate armor.
One of the men has just pulled his pickaxe free from the back of a victim.
The woman points her axe at the pathfinders.
"Well well, i was wondering if we would find any stragglers. Well armed ones at that."
Zyphus lieutenant, round 1
Kavendell
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Daenaris
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Etna
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Orange, Green
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
"We shall see."
The woman moves up to Kavendell, swinging her pickaxe when close.
Daenaris thoroughly sinks the point of her pick into Kavendell's shoulder.
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Etna
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Orange, Green
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
Etna heads to behind the counter, applying a warm welcome to the woman.
At least she tries to, as her rapier aimed above the counter, slides off her armor.
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Green heads over to Kavendell, quicker than his buddy.
An opening towards Kavendell blocked by his colleague, Orange approaches the counter, where he saw a rapier's blade appear behind from, at which Etna sees the man appear behind its corner.
"Have at you, shorty."
Both cult goons hit their targets, with some well placed attacks.
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
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Menarul pulls out a small flask that glows with a sickly green light. He quickly unscrews the cap and dips a special shaped arrowhead into it, the reservoirs all over the head quickly drinking in the luminescent slime. He taps off the extra slime and plops the head onto a durable arrow shaft before drawing back his bot and firing it at the woman with a pickaxe.
Arbiscar enters the room and heads for orange. The man seems to brace himself, raising his shield, but Arbiscar swings his hammer from a different angle, and smacks him aside onto the floor with a single swing.
Menarul moves one square NW, past a slim pillar, and lets fly another arrow. The fighting up ahead going on, it flies past her, albeit barely, hitting the wall far beyond.
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Zyphus lieutenant, round 2
Kavendell
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Daenaris
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Etna
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Orange Green
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
Forgot to add Asuran's action...
With orange on the floor, Asuran instead slams his weapon into Green.
The man raises his shield, easily blocking Kavendell's attack, his bald face giving an evil grin.
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Daenaris swings her pick at Kavendell.
Her attack is accurate enough, and the strain of wounds is enough for Kavendell to pass out on the floor.
She moves around the counter, now facing Etna.
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Etna
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Green (-6)
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
Kavendell's moaning raises an eyebrow on the cult goon next to him.
"Tough fella, eh."
Etna jabs her rapier, but it ends up flailing in the air instead of going near the woman.
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Green swings his pick at Etna.
, he comes closer, but not quite accurate enough.
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar
As Menarul hurries himself into the room, he races past the remaining two death cultists, who both make a swing at him.
Both cultists manage to hit, but Menarul moving at a good pace, the injuries are but of average impact.
Arriving in the room, he makes a swing at the bald goon, who manages to block the attack with his shield.
Arbiscar joins Asuran and Menarul on the other side of the counter, likewise swinging a mighty hammer at the man, who once more blocks it. He is wary of the situation, however.
Asuran
Asuran flies into a rage, swinging his weapon at the bald cultist.
It is a miss, though it came close.
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Round 3
Daenaris swings her pick at Etna.
Etna
As Etna jabs her rapier at Daenaris, the cult lieutenant quickly raises her shield, blocking the attack.
"Feisty little one, aren't you."
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Green (-6) follows suit, swinging his pick at Etna.
Contrary to his superior, he does not land a hit, Etna easily ducking to avoid it.
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Asuran, Menarul, Arbiscar