"Aye then." Bharak said. "Let's get this going then. We start off with a hail of spells and crossbow bolts, and then I'll charge in right after."
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15-20 Crit range (On a critical hit from a spine flail, the victim must succeed at a DC 15 Fortitude save to resist being permanently blinded by the blow.)
Locking and loading his crossbow, Vhane casually steps around the corner, gets within range, takes aim at the creature on the right, and fires!
Bharak & Lt. Vhane team up to murder Orange.
Red is trapped in Chains of light by Axton.
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The Werebears are immensely grateful that you have freed them from the mind control of the Shoggti's!
The Were-bears are unable to tell you much, they were enslaved by the Shoggti almost as soon as the attack happened, but they can tell it is Ardathanatus, the former Cleric of Pharasma who went insane with the fall of Aroden.
Loot:
Much of the armory (area C4B) has been destroyed, along with the weapons within, but a successful DC20 Perception check reveals not only a masterwork longsword and a masterwork longbow, but also seven
+I undead bane arrows.
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What now?
"Well done." Bharak said. While the group had made it *look* easy, that was only because they got the drop on the demons. He hadn't forgotten how the last..well, apparently not demon...outsider...thing...had gotten in his head. The fact that the were bears had proven to be friendly was a welcome surprise. And a warning for all of them as towards what might happen to them if they let their guard down.
"West." He said, motioning for the others to follow.
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C1. SECOND-LEVEL LANDING
The stairs here lead up to area B4.
You have double doors to the south and a passage going north until it turns to the west.
What are you doing now?
As you carefully scan the area you hear footsteps coming down the stairs from above.
Bharak held up a hand balled into a fist. His other gripped his blade. ”Hold.” He hissed. ”Something approaches.”
The sounds of battle had died down to near silence, other than the sounds of shifting with armor and weapons, almost impossible to completely keep silent underground in an echoing stone chamber like this.
Smells like blood too. Well if this group is half as good as they sound, it's likely some poor bastard who crossed them.
Aware of just how on edge anyone who just finished a life and death battle was likely to be, Ryn makes her way down the last few steps, taking the risk to call out, rather than walk into an ambush.
"Hello...I'm looking for a group working for the Pathfinders... Shiela sent me." she says cautiously, stepping around the corner, her shield raised defensively...just in case.
"Hello...I'm looking for a group working for the Pathfinders... Shiela sent me." she says cautiously, stepping around the corner, her shield raised defensively...just in case.
Axton cautiously steps out into view of the newcomer.
"Sheila Heidmarch sent you, you say? What is the pass-phrase we have for this sort of situation?"
From out of the pack slung over his shoulder, a large rat skitters up the pack's strap to Axton's shoulder. His squeak directed at Axton is obviously a question.
Axton responds, "Well, we can't just trust any stranger who waltzes down into a dungeon claiming to be our ally.
"No offense intended," Axton says to Ryn Mero before his attention is drawn back to another squeak from Intrepid, the rat on his shoulder.
"I just think we should have a pass-phrase for situations just like this, and I was hoping Sheila had also realized this, and our new friend could tell us what it is.
"I mean, it makes sense to me."
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”The pass phrase is shut up Axton.” Bharak replied, gently elbowing his comrade in the side. Then, to the newcomer he said ”Welcome. And good timing. I’m Bharak. I handle traps and locks. Ye’ve met Axton. Damn good mage. The lass be Elena. Keeps us all on our feet. And that there with the crossbow is Vhane.” He said this all as he kept moving. ”Fill us in on who ye be as we go, aye?”
Arching an eyebrow at the mention of a pass phrase, Ryn Shrugs, shifting out of a defensive stance into a more relaxed position as she retrieves a letter from her pack.
"By that logic I could have just blurted out anything couldn't I?" she replies to the mustachioed man, Axton. "Pleased to meet you all. I'm Ryn!" she says, presenting the letter from Sheila.
Standing at six feet with a solid, powerful build, Ryn is the very image of an amazon. Her statuesque and somewhat imposing form is a perfect study of the blend of raw power and strength and a bold femininity, pronounced in little visual touches here and there. Her supple leather-skirted armor, dyed a deep blue and red, bears embellishments of gold, and accents that are purely aeastetic.
Long raven black hair and piercing, almost crystalline blue eyes stare out of a naturally pretty, open face, quickly studying each of her new companions as they're introduced, and taking a moment to make solid eye contact in acknowledgement.
Her tanned skin gives her something of an almost rustic charm, which is only enhanced by her full lips being set in a bit of a default smirk. Her posture and body language at once portray a certain confident ease and a constant readiness to spring into action.
With his crossbow resting on his shoulder, Vhane simply nods at the introduction.
Bharak handed the letter to Elena and Axton, trusting the two of them to be inclined to want to read it. "Welcome." He said, looking at her with an appraising glance. "Doesn't look like ye'll break in the front line." He remarked as a matter of fact. "Good. Let's go then. I'm told that the last scout, my predecessor, died in the line of duty. So be on your guard and we'll watch each other's backs."
Axton snatches the letter before Vhane has a chance to, and starts to open and read it, talking as he does so.
"You're aware of the situation? An insane, elderly cleric needs to be put down, and we need to claim a Thassilonian artifact from them?"
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Stairs up that Ryn has just come down. Double doors to the west.
What now?