VampByDay’s PFS2e 2-11 Pathfinder Trials (Inactive)

Game Master VampByDay

The promised coach waits outside and takes the You to a Crox Manor, a walled mansion in the Petal District. Once the you arrive, Folon Crox emerges and greets you with wide arms and a smile. He is an elderly man, maybe into his seventies, that leans on a war scythe as if it was a wizard’s staff. He ushers you personally into his manor home, a well decorated, if macabre place with several paintings of feasts and revelries, though the color schemes for them are all dark and subdued. It is also surprisingly poorly-lit. Eventually you reach the dining room where his servants present an extravagant five-course meal while he regales the PCs with long-winded tales from his past missions.

”-and after we got past the orcs we found a Thassalonian ruin connected to Bellimarious. After 10,000 years her magic was still active if you can believe it. A white hemisphere completely impenetrable. We even blew a scroll of limited wish to try at take it down. . . Nothing. Marvelous! Though less so now that she is back I suppose. . . Maybe we could arrange an audience with her and ask what it was about. . . Kinda takes all the fun out of it I suppose.“ he trails off with his latest story.

The food you are served has been excellent thus far.

[spoilers=Perception DC 20]You notice several of the paintings, though not all, depict diseased or rotting food, and some of the revelers appear to be very pale and emaciated[/spoilers]

Perception (E): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Isurus partakes of the feast cautiously. So far everything has been well prepared and apparently free of poisons, but one can only trust a stranger so far. His phosphorescent spots glow a muted white, illuminating the area immediately around him in the gloomy light of Crox' manor. "I suppose," he agrees with their host.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Alaric sits at the meal in rapture of the stories as he had not even dreamed of such things yet. Though a man that worked with devils was always on edge a bit, if not physically then certainly mentally. He waves a finger to the paintings. "Say Folon, What's with all of the paintings. Each seems a bit...macabre?"

Crox perks up at the mention of the paintings. ”Oh, do you like them? I knew the painter for many years, he was an Absolom native. Died oh, five years back. Left several apprentices though, I’ve been beginning to get into their work. That is one of the apprentices work over there,” he nods to one painting or slightly more expressionist bent than the others in the corner of the dining hall.

Kyra listens intently to all the stories--
Perception: 1d2 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
--but just keeps her eyes on her food, happy to discover all these new dishes.

When Alaric mentions the paintings, Kyra looks up at them--

--and then at the one Crox points out.
She studies them for a second, wondering if they have some religious significance.
Religion, Tr.: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
"Personally, I prefer more sunny pictures. Like paintings of the dawn on a beach."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Jaxon is chowing down on several of the dishes when the conversation turns to the paintings. He hardly noticed them, but then looks up. "Oh, those are...interesting. He certainly had a style, eh?"

"Yes he did," he says wistfully. "If you can't tell they were all done in honor of Urgathoa-now before you get all mad and declare me evil, let me explain. Many forget that she is the god of partying and sexuality . . . having fun! That's what I enjoy about her. Yes there's the undead bit, but, I've taken lessons from that and learned how to control evil undead that were attacking fellow pathfinders and put them to rest. And sure, there is the whole godess of disease thing, but honestly, I've used that too. Given someone a serious, but not fatal, disease, incapacitated them, and then boom, we get to move on and not have to kill anyone. People forget how . . . er, utilitarian she can be."

With that he sighs a heavy sigh. "The Modern Urgathoa church though, I can understand why you might be unhappy with them, I am to! They seemed to have forsaken all this useful stuff and these days only concentrate one spreading plagues and raising undead against the will of the formerly living. I did my best to temper the more maniacal sect but I'm afraid one lone wizard-not even a member of their clergy- could only do so much. So I have been forced to break ties with the orthadox Urgathoan church. Can't even attend mass anymore. So sad." Just then a servant comes in and whispers something in his ear.

"What? Are you serious? Now?! I'm entertaining guests!"

The servent whispers some more words and Crox throws down his napkin in disgust and stands up.

"Oh the humiliation. Oh I am so sorry my new friends. Seems one of my barges is in Diobel and the paperwork won't let it sail back to Absolom. My money is on some enterprising but unscrupulous harbormaster there is trying to get a kickback. You know how those Diobel types are. I'm sorry, I must teleport to Diobel at once and sort this out. NO! You stay. Your rooms are already done up! Fit for royalty . . . and I'd know, I've hosted several of them here myself. I hope to be back before breakfast, but if not, my servants will take care of that for you too. I'll hope to catch you before you head out tomorrow. If not, it was lovely chatting with you, and hope to see you again soon!"

Though she has been enjoying the meal, Samna is quietly relieved when their host leaves.

"I've never met an Urgathoan quite like that. I suppose the Society is keeping a good eye on him. One day you partying hard, then BAM you wake up all groggy the next day and you're a floating skull with gems for eyes."

Kyra smiles at Samna, and starts to giggle, imagining master Crox turning into a floating skull.
She sighs:
"My companions making hellfire and summoning undead, having dinner with a follower of Urgathoa... okay. But if things turn to Asmodeus and Rovagug, well, I cannot have that open a mind."

Kyra looks at the servant who whispered to their host, and to the rest of the manor's help-- do they seem alive?

Dyner gives Kyra a nod as she patches up the last of her dripping acid wounds. "Thank-you. I'm not sure I could have done that half as well."

She gets a bit nervous as the event gets closer, tugging at the new clothes she changed into before coming over, but not quite sure her best frock is even presentable.

Sitting down at the dinner table she tries to be a good guest and use the correct oyster fork.
Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
She at least finds the oyster forks, but does seem to have pause over which one is for the the pre-dinner oysters and the post dinner oysters. She enjoys the cooking, though and tries to take mental note to ask the chef if she ever gets the chance.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
She fails to notice the patinings until the things are pointed out to her, ad gulps slightly at the mention of Urgathoa. She hadn't tasted anything that was off, or worse poison... or was that a different deity. Anyways maybe not eating that 8th piece of that delicious, beak-watering, yeast, warm bread would be a good idea.

She does try to hide her cackle of laughter at the thought of someone waking up as an undead from a hard night of partying.

EDIT, Ooohh a Religion spoiler: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
WElp nope to that religion check

Kyra smiles at Dyner--
Religion, Tr.: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
--but soon is frowning again.
When the host is gone, and the servants are outside, Kyra whispers to her comrades:
"Everyone is alive and well in here, at least there's that. Because the Urgathoan church had mellowed down somewhat, that is probably when our host joined. They were taking people who had no ill intents.
But nowadays they have become fanatical again, wiping out those more temperate members. Evil doers rule that church once more.
Maybe they will move against Crox who - I imagine... and hope! - is not an evil person."

"I am still suspicious of becoming someone's meal," the azarketi comments gloomily after their host teleports away. "The surface has other less concerning deities of revelry."

Jaxon stares open mouthed...still food in it...as their host reveals his worship of Urgathoa, and then disappears to take care of some business. He swallows. "Well damn. I just figured the god of revelry, it would have been Cayden Cailean. But I suppose his is just drink, not food." He shrugs. "Ain't never been much for studying gods. But, he's a senior Pathfinder, right? He wouldn't hurt us."

He glances around at the room's decorations and then down to the food. He shrugs again. "I mean, it ain't killed us yet, right? And if it would, then it would anyway. We've already all eaten." He reaches over to grab more food.

”I understand surfaces witches like to fatten up their prey,” he says to Jaxon.

"We can get that servant, the one who whispered the news that made our host leave, to find out if the problem of the barge in Diobel is true or just some ploy to block us here."

"I am not sure what to think, but outside of some paintings our host has giving me no reason to doubt their claim of having to travel to Diobel." As he said, let's pack in for the night, get some decent rest for a change.

Everyone’s amenities are extravagant and you all get a good night’s sleep. In the morning you are greeted with a well-made breakfast (at least craft-cooking DC 20). After which it is getting on in the day and Folun hasn’t returned. The head servant lets you know that carriages have been arranged to take you back to skyreach. Just as you are heading out the door you hear from the courtyard a ruckus.

”Folun Crox! The church is most displeased with you! You have dared blaspheme against our lady, and now you will die for such a slight!”

Throwing open the door, you see a lady dressed in hides around a pile of dead servants.

Please place yourselves in C3 on slide 5. The doors are open, you are in your adventuring gear but weapons are not drawn. Going to assume that our battle Oracle shouts for initiative by using a focus point.

??? init: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Isurus initiative: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21
Samna initiative: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20
Alric initiative: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11
Kyra initiative: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 = 13
Jaxon initiative: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 2 = 21
Dyner initiative: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17

round 1, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon
Samna
???
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

"This is exactly what I was afraid of! It starts with feasting, then before you know it, there's piles of dead servants!"

Seeing the servants on the ground, Samna doesn't hesitate to rush out and give the intruder the old one-two. (Though she uses her fists to deal non-lethal damage, just in case there was some mixup.)

Stride, Flurry, Strike (If I need to Stride twicce to get to her, please just ignore the last Strike.)

Flurry
fist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
fist: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 4 = 18 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Strike
fist: 1d20 + 7 - 8 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 8 = 19 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Sorry Semna I put her on the map now. I think she may be more than 2 strides away, as the hedges are difficult terrain (a few feet high, easy to see over, hard to walk through.)

By a 'pile of dead servants', do you mean formerly living servants who are now just dead (i.e. she killed them on her way in), or a pile of undead serving her?

Jaxon comes out of the doorway, incensed. "Who the f+*$ are you lady? If you're looking for Crox, he ain't here! Just turn around and go back the way you came." He draws his shortsword, making it sound louder than normal as the metal comes free of the sheathe.

Demoralize: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Move
◆ Demoralize
◆ Draw sword

By the time breakfast had arrived, Isurus' eyes had returned to their normal Azlanti-violet, and the smell of blood clinging to him still present but far less pungent. Once the door opens and the woman challenges them, his eyes turn milky white and the smell of blood and the sound of thrashing water suffuses the room. He lets out a savage yell that spurs you to action.

He advances out into the courtyard and speaks an alien sounding phrase. Nothing particularly visible happens beyond his gestures, but Jaxon feels the thrill of battle rise in him and his courage buoyed.

◆ Stride
◆◆ Cast: Bless (+1 to attack rolls | yellow square is area of effect)

Don't forget you have 1 temporary HP due to Battle Cry.

Right. Samna will move up and Take Cover

"Excellent, I shall then kill his precious pathfinders and leave him distraught knowing that his blasphemy lead to their murders!"

With that she skips across the inner pool and conjurs a magical blast of acid which she flings at Jaxon

Spell attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
crit: 6d8 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2, 6, 1, 4, 7) + 4 = 30 Acid damage.

Jaxon is knocked out, and suffering 1d6 persistent acid, but for some reason does not gain the dying condition.

Round 1, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon
Samna
???
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

Dyner peers out at the bodies around the feet of the woman, curious as to who or what they might be. She especially looks for the cook, wanting to make sure that the man who she was going to beg for his foie gras recipe might still be living.

She gives a squawk of surprise as Jaxon gets flattened by a single spell. She instantly starts gathering a bundle of energy in her claws, as she does it starts to formulate into pristine, white snowflakes. The tengu then fires them off at the downed man. The snowflakes settle on the wounds and soothe the pain and seal the acid burns.

Heal, 2 actions: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

She then dives behind the door jamb and out of sight of the crazed, angry, magic-casting Urgathoan.

Kyra is aghast upon seeing Jaxon being blasted apart by the hide-clothed woman--
Jaxon does not gain the dying condition - do we see this fact? If not, anything to roll to see this and/or to try and understand why?
--and she moves out, going around the hedge.
Since it is easy to see over the hedge - no Cover? - Kyra points a finger at the woman, and sends a ray of Dawn-fire at her...
Fire Ray att', 60 ft. range: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 ; F dam': 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

◆ Stride
◆◆ casts Fire Ray (0 Focus Points left)

Alaric's aura takes hold as the invisible dust around him swirls about, obscuring his vision. "You break into this man's house to murder him for wanting to leave the church?"

◆ Stride
◆◆ Incendiary Aura

Dyner heals Jaxon! Kyra shoots out a fire ray which misses by a fair bit, and Alaric activates his famous aura

"Yes! The death of his colleagues will stoke fear in the masses, causing them to fall in line and not leave the church!"

Round 1, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon -8 HP
Samna
???
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

"No more death," Pawero says. He draws his trident and moves slowly to the end of the hedge.

◆ Draw Weapon (interact)
◆ Sustain a Spell
◆ Stride

Dyner gives a caw from the door frame, "Alaric, not quite sure we can reason with a fundamental and indoctrinated Urgathoan... Especially one who's here to make a point."

Samna will circle around behind the intruder and try to give her a few swift kicks,

◆Stride
◆Stride
◆Flurry

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Jaxon shakes his head and gets up. "Not again..." Angry, he rushes over to help Samna not even bothering to pick up his fallen shortsword.

◆ Stand
◆ Move
◆ Move to Flank

Jaxon will use his Nimble Dodge reaction if she attacks him.

Maybe not the smartest move, but she's hemmed in now and hopefully the rest of the group can batter her with ranged attacks.

Jaxon moves into flank, providing the distraction that helps Samna make one of her attacks. Isurus sustains his spell as its influence grows.

The Urgathoan puts both hands on her staff and smacks at Jaxon and Samna each once.

attack Samna: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
damage if hit: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
crit damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Samna falls unconcious but for some reason doesn't gain the dying condition.

attack Jaxon: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
damage if hit: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Round 2, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon -8 HP
Samna -19 HP
??? -7 HP
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

"Samna!"
Kyra moves up closer, and casts a rain of healing powers up Samna.
HP Healed: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

◆ Stride
◆◆ Heal spell
(3/4 Heals left)

Aaric circles around to the other side of the two women. "Is she alright?"

◆◆◆ Stride

Dyner moves out from behind the door frame and hops skips and jumps into the bushes and tries to bury her self in while she gathers a bolt of freezing energy in her claws. She doesn't quite think the whole thing through as she has to stand back up to fire a her shot of frost energy.

Ray of frost, Blessed: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18
Cold damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Stride, ◆◆ Ray of Frost

Samna is healed, Alaric moves up and Dyner fires a shot off but the myserious intruder leans her shoulder into it and blocks the shot with her armor.

Round 3, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon -8 HP
Samna -4 HP
??? -7 HP
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

Isurus concentrates for a moment before making an eldritch sign with his free hand. Upon completing the gesture, he moves with supernatural speed and the scent of blood becomes even stronger is the garden. He throws his trident over Jaxon's shoulder toward the Urgathoan.

Thrown Trident (T), Bless: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
Piercing, Curse: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

◆ Sustain a Spell (Bless at 15 ft)
◆ Cast athletic surge
◆ Strike

Fast Healing 1
AC, Saves -1

Samna springs to her feet.

"Thanks, Kyra!"

She tries to get some hits on the woman, now trapped between her and Jazon.

◆ Stand
◆ Flurry
◆ Strike

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 7 - 4 = 7 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 7 - 8 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 8 = 0 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Wow.

Kyra smiles when Samna gets up-- but then frowns, wondering did I curse her and make her blows no longer connect?

Jaxon smiles when he sees Samna rise back up and swing at the woman. He takes a moment to draw a morningstar from his belt and then whips its spiked head at the woman's back when she turns to dodge Samna's fist.

Attack (bless) vs flatfooted: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 = 27
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (2) = 12

Attack (bless) vs flatfooted: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 - 5 = 7
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (6) = 16

◆ Draw morningstar
◆ Strike
◆ Strike

Nimble Dodge reaction if attacked.

Both Isurus and Jaxon connect, dealing significant damage to the intruder.

The intruder then seems to cast a spell which, as far as you can tell, does nothing, but then she strikes at Jaxon again

(<><> cast spell, <> Strike]
attack Jaxon: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
damage if hit: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 5) + 6 = 19

crit, Jaxon’s down again. Once again no dying value. As a side note, I hate this fight. I think fighting one big monster is something this system doesn’t handle very well. I wish they had made an option for you to fight like, four minor cultists instead of one super powerful one.

Round 3, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon -19 HP
Samna -4 HP
??? -30 HP
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

"Jaxon!"
Kyra casts another rain of healing powers, upon Jaxon.
HP Healed: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
"Samna! May Sarenrae's light guide your hand!"
And she casts a guiding hand over the monk.
@Samna +1 to a roll of your choice

◆◆ Heal spell
◆ Guidance
(2/4 Heals left)
(0/1 Focus Points)
(Guidance done on: Samna)

Dang I thought I'd be able to hit with a 15 foot cone after a single Stride here but the only way to do it without hitting others requires Dyner to get right up next to her now... Dang.

Dyner crashes through the bushes and closer to the fight as she tries gathering a different kind of elemental energy in her claws and fires it off after the woman in the pond, hoping the lightning doesn't travel through the water. "I wonder how good your reflexes are? Let's try this!"

DC 17 Basic Reflex Save vs. electricity damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Alaric holds his hand out as a ray of pure hellfire rushes out into the woman. "Now Kyra!"

Fire Ray: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Hero Point Reroll: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Fire Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

If Fire Ray hits she gains 2d4 Persistent Fire damage due to Incendiary Aura.

◆ Raise Shield
◆◆ Fire Ray

Reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 FAIL
Dyner shocks her, and while it appears that Alaric's fire ray goes amiss, it is actually just a feint, and the ray ends up hitting her.

Round 4, bold May go
Isurus
Jaxon -8 HP
Samna -4 HP
??? -43 HP, On fire (2d4)
Dyner
Kyra
Alaric

Jaxon opens his eyes and finds himself back on the ground. He groans. "This is getting old." He picks himself back up, grabbing the morningstar again. He swings at the fanatic Urgathoan.

Attack (bless) vs flatfooted: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (1) = 6

Nimble Dodge reaction if attacked.

As annoyed as Jaxon is, this is actually going pretty well for us. If Kyra can keep Jaxon and Samna alive along enough for the rest of you guys to blast her, she should go down soon. The persistent damage should start to add up now too.

Samna senses weakness and, with the cultist distracted by Jaxon's attack, she channels her inner fire into a series of attacks.

◆ Ki Strike
◆ Strike
◆ Strike

Ki Strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 and force: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Ki Strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 9 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 and force: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 8 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 - 8 = 20 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 8 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 - 8 = 11 for bludgeoning: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

After a devastating hit from Semna and an attack from Jaxon, the ?Urgathoan? drops her staff and raises her hands in the air, and laughs a bit.

“Alright, alright, you got me, I surrender.”

As you ready for some trick she casts a spell and seems to become a bit healthier as she tries to put out the flames. At the same time you see the ‘dead’ servents stand up, very much alive, and dust themselves off and grumble that they aren’t payed enough for this.

It is all very confusing until you see Ambrus Valsin stride into the courtyard with Folun in tow.

”Good job recruits, darn good job. Sorry about the theatrics and deceiving you, but as part of our final tests we wanted to see how you would react in an actual emergency. You would Amy believe how many so-called pathfinders have run off and abandoned their fellow members at the first sign of real trouble.

“Don’t worry,” pipes up Crox. ”My magics made sure no one got hurt too much. I was also the one who put the ritual over the stadium. That is to say, the same thing over the stadium that prevented killing I also put over my mannor.”

The ?Urgathoan? Extends a hand to shake to both Samna and Jaxon. ”Good job on hanging up on me you two. You really were workin’ me over. I’m Mirielle by the way. Actually I’m a Druid truth be told. I just drew the short straw to test you guys.”

”Again, we are sorry about the subterfuge.” Valsin apologies. ”Rest assured, you will be well compensated for your troubles. And thank you Crox for use of your Mannor.”

”No problem!” Crox responds. ”Most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Scenario over. Feel free to RP. I’m going to try to get the sheets out in the next day or two.

"I confess that this seems a bit cruel and does not garner trust," Isurus says. His luminescent spots on his face flicker in a pattern of red and blue. "I was very concerned for my new family members."

He retrieves and stows his thrown trident. "I am glad that you were not harmed," he says to Mirielle.