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Turiik fails to even notice the attempt to blind him. He ignores the one closest to him and strides across the room to join Amvolwatt in threatening the one in the corner. He transforms into his bestial self and tries to bite a limb off of the malicious sprite.
The sprite discovers it is not easy being Green as Turiik tears it to shreds. The sprite tastes of pepper and cordite. Dr. Lazarus and Amvolwatt recover their sight just in time for the remaining sprites to attack!
Red throws two motes at Turiik!
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The first one crits!
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◈ Then flies into the corner.
Blue winks out of existence in the solarium, and then d-doors to the Hall of Mirrors, dragging down a sheet covering one of the mirrors! “Look. See how ugly you really are!”
◈◈ Dimension Door
◈ Yank Sheet
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Dr. Lazarus (-32, lit up)
Red
Green (SO VERY DEAD)
Blue (-35)
Turiik (-24, DC 24 Will Save)
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Turiik shakes his head with the dismembered fey’s arm still in his jaws. Fey blood splatters the wall in a zig-zag pattern. ”Who’s—ack!”
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Recovering from his blindness (much quicker than he thought), Dr. Lazarus finds himself shining like a subterranian Luminous Ooze, which he read about in the best-selling "Ooze Afraid of Oozes?". Now that he can properly see, the Doctor calculates an attack strategy.
Feeling confident about his chances, he flings his hammer, twice, at the remaining fey in the room.
+1 Striking Cold Iron Grabthar's Hammer (w/ Stratagem) vs Red: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
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When the sprite she threw the flowerpot at appears directly at her side, Jayma is not at all pleased. "Uh, this is a little too close to the action for my tastes. Perhaps now is a good time to have a closer look at this solarium." She quickly moves into the solarium, then throwing all caution to the winds, turns and casts one of her strongest spells hoping to finish the creatures once and for all. Raising her staff over her head, she calls out "Pyrotechnics purge pernicious pixies" and slams it down with a hard crack that sends a bolt of superheated air at each of the sprites.
Turiik drops the arm and turns to rush past Lazarus toward the other fey in the room. He mauls the creature with tooth and claw.
Familiar with Turiik’s capabilities and seeing him getting covered in bits of these fey, Tarcog looks to where the other fey went.
Just barely seeing it through the door, he decides it is time for the Blue Fey to quit flying. He casts a spell to hamper its flight.
He looks like he was about to say something but couldn’t. Then a moment after that he asks the Blue Fey “Did you need those wings?”
As Tarcog casts his spell, Amvolwatt bounds through the door over to where Blue Fey is. He attempts to strike with claw and tail.
(deadly d8, finesse, magical),
(agile, finesse, magical)
(deadly d8, finesse, magical),
Turiik lights up with a strong inner glow. Dr. Lazarus throws his hammer twice at the Red Fey and hits once.
"Gah! It burns!" The red fey calls.
Jayma lets off two fiery blasts, one at Red and one at Blue. The one at Blue completely engulfs the little fey in a miniature fireball.
Then Turiik completely rips apart the Red Fey, enjoying the mini fireworks popping sensation that happens when he consumes the Red Fey.
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Final Tally:
Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Red (KINDA DEAD)
Green (SO VERY DEAD)
Blue (ALSO VERY DEAD)
Turiik (-14, lit up)
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Meadow's eyes begin to tear as she looks sadly at the corpses of the faeries.
"Far from the heart of the First World
they did attack with wings unfurled,
resembling the forest sprites
that cared for me and soothed my frights.
These wicked fey were very bad
yet still their deaths do make me sad."
The young archer dries her eyes on her sleeve and prepares to search the solarium.
Turiik slaps the bloody fey wings across the wall before dropping them and shifting back to his fully human form. ”Why am I dark?”
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Meadow looks a Turiik and squints. She steps over to him and wipes something off of his chin.
"On your chin, you have some crud.
Ohmygods! It's faerie blood!"
She makes a disgusted face and wipes her hand on Turiik's armor.
Tarcog looks around, making sure that the battle was done.
“Do you think there is anything to find here?” he asks as he look around.
Amvolwatt returns to the room and helps search it.
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Dr. Lazarus surveys the situation to ensure there are no more immediate threats. He looks at his glowing skin and mutters in elven, "I always knew I was too bright for my own good."
Standing next to the injured barbarian, the Doctor starts to say, in cyclopsian, "Turiik, my boy, if you'd like some heali..." But he gets interrupted...
A moment later, Meadow notices the painting Lady of the Harvest appear in the Hallway of Mirrors, just as all the sheets start dropping off the mirrors.
Flumph. Flumph. Flumph.
The sheets drop one by one.
A few seconds later, the painting starts shuddering, and there is a ripping sound as the grass in the painting parts and then a second, non-glowing Turiik spits out of it.
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Turiik blinks for a moment as he lands on the firm floor of the Hallway of Mirrors. "My companions! Where is this? How long have I--? Who!?"
It was a momentary flash, and then Turiik falls into a grassy field. He can hear two other bodies thud next to him as he falls.
Then a woman knees over him. “Are you alright?” She has a plain, friendly face, and her hands and apron are dusted with flour.
Turiik groans as his senses come back to him. He pushes himself from the ground, surprised at how weak he feels. ”I-- I’m–,” he stammers, blinking in confusion. He is even more surprised as he realizes how quiet it is in his head. Finishing his rise, he nods to the woman. ”I’m fine, where--?”
The Erutaki hunter’s voice stops abruptly as a shadow looms over him and the woman.
”It never stops surprising me how fragile you are, boy,” the One Who Hungers growls.
A thin man holding a paintbrush looks up at the bear, and three children run out from a house and pelt the bear with painted rocks. “Out! Out!” they shriek. “Elsen, paint it out!”
Turiik turns to see a tall, white bear with a blood stained maw. ”What are you going to do with--Ow!” The One Who Hungers turns a baleful eye at the children pelting him with rocks. He bares his teeth and chuffs at them.
”Don’t hurt them!” Turiik pleads, moving to stand between the bear and the children.
”All these miles and you still don’t understand,” the bear growls, sounding somewhat sad. Turiik eyes the bear dubiously before turning back to the woman and then the painter. ”Um, where are we?”
“That’s what I want to know,” the bony chief of the City Council, Liro Traventhal, asks as she pulls herself out from where she fell in the field of painted wheat. Then her eyes widen in amazement at the three children. “Kiri! And Lars and Soka!” And then the very reserved Liro breaks down and sobs. “Are we in the afterlife? How did this happen?”
”I don’t think we’re in the afterlife,” Turiik says with a sidelong glance at the bear next to him. ”Where are the other Pathfinders? And how–?”
“Other what now?” the painter asks. “You were sucked into the painting. Into my painting. It’s not a bad place, you know. I escaped into here when my lover’s husband threatened to disembowel me,” he sighs. “And then it turned out I could not leave, though sometimes the world shakes and the painting spits someone back out. Um... how long has it been?”
Turiik and the bear glance at Liro in unison. ”It is 4723 Absalom Reckoning,” he answers. ”You said that we’re inside the painting?”
The One Hungers growls, ”I will tear us a way out.”
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Meadow's head whips furiously back and forth as she stares in confusion at the twin Turiiks.
"It seems we now have Turiiks, two.
But... which is false and which is true?"
As if to answer Meadow's question, the glowing Turiik runs into the hallway, and reacts to the ripping sound as if he has been personally injured.
Despite the ripping sound that is continuing as the painting shudders even more, the glossy surface of the painting appears intact, but the grass within the painting is waving back and forth, as if blown by a storm.
The glowing skin of the imposter Turiik melts away in a pool of blood, leaving only an eight-limbed monstrosity with a bloody paintbrush in one hand. "I needed you to find me the painting, not destroy it! But at least I will FEAST upon the art I create when I slay you!"
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Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Mirrors
Blood Painter (-14, lit up)
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Turiik
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Hearing the commotion, Dr. Lazarus steps into the hall to get a closer look and a better throwing angle. He's very confused about seeing two barbarians. After the glowing Turiik melts into the blood painter, Lazarus grimaces and mutters in elven, "Seeing this abomination almost makes one wish they were still blinded... almost." He formulates an attack plan.
He quickly calls out, in elven, "It will feast on our blood, so ... try not to bleed." Realizing he doesn't have a good throwing lane in this crowded hallway, he decides it best to stow his trusty hammer and switch to the more potent curve blade.
Dr. Lazarus makes some tactical decisions, and relays key information to the party.
Not only can a Blood Painter become fascinated by an artistic dance performance, painting or illusion of a thing of beauty, but they can fascinate someone in return by painting them with fresh blood. You also remember that these creatures do NOT have attack of opportunity.
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The Hall of Mirrors acts! The Mirrors shimmer, and a clone of the Blood Painter steps out of the Mirror, turns and winks at the rest of the party and then slashes vividly at the Blood Painter. The reflection has a green shirt with the phrase -WORKERS UNITE- slashed on the backside.
It fails to crit the Blood Painter, but still does some damage.
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The Blood Painter starts with surprise, tearing at the reflection with its claws. "You? Why! I am an artist! I love art! Why are you attacking me, mirror?"
It strikes once, realizes that the reflection does not bleed, and then ignores reflected clone to move forward towards Turiik. "How dare you rip a masterpiece? What kind of a philistene are you?"
As Turiik bleeds, the drops of blood start flowing towards the paintbrush of the Blood Painter!
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A moment later, there is another ripping sound coming from the painting, and stalks of wheat ripple madly before a ten-year old girl falls out of the painting and runs to a corner to hide.
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Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Mirrors
Green Reflection (-22)
Blood Painter (-29, lit up)
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Turiik (-19, 1d8 Persistent Bleed)
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Tarcog and Amvolwatt move out into the hall of mirrors.
Tarcog casts Prestidigitation in order to clean the floor where Turiik’s blood fell.
Amvolwatt strikes at the Blood Painter that is glowing.
(deadly d8, finesse, magical),
(deadly d8, finesse, magical),
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Dr. Lazarus nods at what he hopes is an ally created from the Hall of Mirrors. In elven, he muses aloud, "The hall is even more wondrous than foretold!" When he sees a child exit the painting, he looks on in awe. He's about to ask if she needs medical assistance, but doubts she knows elven. Instead, he focuses on the enemy.
In obvious awe of the mysteries here, the Doctor still cannot see a way through the creatures defenses. He calls out, in draconic this time, "He can be fascinated by artistic performances. But he can use our blood to fascinate us." Then he sees Turiik bleeding!
Rather than make a feeble attack, Lazarus releases his 2-handed grip on his blade to administer First Aid to help the barbarian quell the internal bleeding. In cyclopsian, he orders, "Hold still!"
Administer First Aid (2 actions)
You perform first aid on an adjacent creature that is dying or bleeding. If a creature is both dying and bleeding, choose which ailment you’re trying to treat before you roll. You can Administer First Aid again to attempt to remedy the other effect.
Stop Bleeding: Attempt a Medicine check on a creature that is taking persistent bleed damage, giving them a chance to make another flat check to remove the persistent damage. The DC is usually the DC of the effect that caused the bleed.
Success: If you’re trying to stop bleeding, the creature attempts a flat check to end the bleeding.
Then, in hopes for better luck next round, the Doctor re-grips his blade.
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With the true villain revealed, Meadow leaps into action.
"We see revealed our foe most foul
'Tis time to strike with bow and owl.
Silence my friend, take wing'd flight
and inflict on him your savage bite.
While I do let my arrows fly
and pray I hit a true bullseye."
extra damage on the first hit.
"Screech!" Silence lashes out at the crazed creature.
extra damage on the first hit.
Turiik is taken aback as the eight-limbed monstrosity tears at him. Moments after Lazarus stems his bleeding wound, his hair becomes stark white and his eyes turn black as his jaws enlarge. "You! You trapped us?" the One Who Hungers growls. "No matter! I'll rip you apart!"
Tarcog and Amvolwatt discover that the Blood Painter does not have an Attack of Opportunity, and they both make it through. Tarcog quickly prestidigitates the blood on the floor, causing the Blood Painter to howl in frustration.
Amvolwatt flanks with Turiik and strikes successfully at the Bloodpainter!
Dr. Lazarus just barely fails to assist the Recovery from Turiik's bleeding, but Turiik recovers on his own.
Meadow says another kickass poem, and pins the Blood Painter to the floor. "Gah, that painting would be mine, if it weren't for you meddlesome kids!"
Silence slashes at the Blood Painter, ineffectively.
Turiik stops bleeding, rages and misses the creature several times in his fury. The One Who Hungers is still hungry.
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Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Mirrors
Green Reflection (-22)
Blood Painter (-60, lit up, immobilized)
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Turiik (-19)
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From where Jayma is standing in the solarium, she can't see anything that's going on in the Hall of Mirrors. What she's hearing isn't exactly clearing things up for her. "What's going on? There are two, um... Erutaki out there? Who's doing all the shouting?"
Frustrated, Jayma steps through the door and is a little shocked at the sight of the two eight-limbed monstrosities with bloody paintbrushes in hand. "Oh dear! How unexpected. I'm really in no condition to sit for a portrait at present." She ducks past Meadow, and slides in behind Thurston. Wasting no time, she strikes her staff on the ground once. A concentrated ball of electricity forms in her palm. It crackles and rumbles like impossibly distant thunder. She sends it at the nearest creature with a, "power pellet punches plasma painter."
Boom!
Jayma's horizon thunder sphere just barely hits the Blood Painter!
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The Green reflection attacks the Blood Painter with its claws!
The first claw misses but the second claw hits!
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The Blood Painter attacks Turiik again! "You messed up my painting! You're not allowed to stop bleeding!"
That crits Turiik!
Then acting quickly, the Blood Painter dabs a little picture of butterflies on Turiik. As the Blood Painter is manipulating his paint brush, and dipping it in Turiik's blood, an attack of opportunity hit the creature from Amvolwatt!
The Blood Painter winces, and says, "You're next, Dragon."
A butterfly appears with long vicious claws, flies over the Green Reflection, and strikes at it.
"Yes, yes, my pretty! Kill that nasty reflection!"
The Green Reflection shatters.
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There is another ripping sound, and a boy of about ten tumbles out of the painting.
The Blood Painter winces, as if personally attacked.
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Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Mirrors
Green Reflection (DEAD)
Blood Painter (-116, lit up, immobilized)
Illusory Blood Butterfly
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Turiik (-56, 1d8 Persistent, DC 28 Will Save) <-- Total accounts for Temp HP
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Tarcog moves along the bannister and gets a glass flask vessel out of his pack.
“Do you know what the problem is with using water soluble paints?”
He then points the jug and says the command word “Geyser?”
In response to the Blood Painter, Amvolwatt says “Do you really think you are a talented enough to paint me?”
As the blood painter is deluged by water, Amvolwatt tries to slam it with his tail.
(agile, finesse, magical)
(deadly d8, finesse, magical),
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"No, no! Not my beautiful artwork!"
The geyser from the Decanter of Endless Water hits blood painter, who falls backwards into his painted butterfly, and water-soluble butterfly screams m melti-i-ing!"
All that is left of the butterfly is a little partly pink puddle.
Then Amvolwatt misses with his tail attack!
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Dr. Lazarus (-6, lit up)
Mirrors
Green Reflection (DEAD)
Blood Painter (-125, lit up, immobilized)
Illusory Blood Butterfly (MELTED)
Jayma
Meadow + Silence
Tarcog + Amvolwatt
Turiik (-56, 1d8 Persistent, DC 28 Will Save)
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Seeing another child exit the painting gives Dr. Lazarus some hope in ending the curse. But he quickly snaps back to reality as Turiik gets severely gashed next to him ... again. The Doctor immediately tends to him with some in-battle healing. In cyclopsian, he says, "Try dodging occasionally, my dear boy."
Then focusing on the the blood painter, Lazarus calculates a plan of attack.
Finally seeing an opening (no doubt while the enemy is disoriented from the blast of water), Lazarus moves past the barbarian to strike with his blade.
+1 Striking Ghost Touch Elven Curve Blade (w/ Stratagem): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
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Meadow sneers haughtily as she taunts the painter.
"You! Clompstomper! Dumb and ugly!
I say this to you very smugly.
Your awful artwork makes us wince
Though soon enough you'll be but mince
As beak and talon harry you
While blade and arrow do strike true."
Meadow holds her hands up to her ears, wiggles her fingers and sticks out her tongue. How she manages to keep hold of her bow is a mystery.
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Jayma is quite happy with the result of her spell, even if it was a close call. With a little extra time on her hands, she decides to make sure her next attempt is more likely to hit home.
She closes one eye and says, "Shyka show me the way." Everything around her seems to come into sharper focus. She forms another ball of power and throws it once again at the creature with a "Dreadful dauber deserves destructive discharge."
Silence takes to the air and strikes from just above Amvolwatt's head.
extra damage on the first hit.
extra damage on the first hit.
The Blood Painter's antics only seem to enrage the One Who Hungers more. He steps toward the aberration and continues to try to maul it despite his own savage and bleeding wounds.
And in a flurry of bow shots, sword strikes, claw attacks and spells, the Blood Painter finally goes down!
Your reflections in the mirrors bow to you as person after person tumble out of the painting: another boy, a plain woman in her twenties with flour on her hands and apron, an elven painter and Liro Traventhal.
Despite all the ripping, the Lady of the Harvest appears intact, but changed. The lady in the picture has pulled off her hat, and has her arms wide in a moment of joy as the wind blows through her hair.
All of you feel your normal speech patterns return to you.
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Meadow steps over to the painter's corpse and gives it a solid kick.
"It seems that now you're out of luck
and by the way your paintings suck!"
Silence turns his head upside-down and stares at his friend, hooting softly.
"What? Oh...no that one was an accident. "
“Is it done?”
Tarcog looks around and then stares as way too many people come out of the painting.
“Is that everyone?”
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Jayma feels a little weakened by her recent spellcasting and is happy to see the hideous creature finally meet it's doom; she was beginning to worry that she wouldn't have enough magical energy to keep the explosions coming at full force. "Phew! I'm not entirely sure what happened there, but no doubt I'll hear all the details eventually." She helps the released painting prisoners get to their feet and makes sure that they are in good condition. "There were quite a lot of you trapped in there it seems. Have we accounted for all the missing? Good, good."
“There was no mention of an elf being trapped that I recall.”
Smiling brightly, he adds “This one is going to make for an interesting report.”
The elf straightens himself. "It's been 500 years, so I don't blame you for not knowing who I am. I paint for a living. Or, I did. Who knows if anyone will even want my work now? My name is Moonkeep."
“So you’re the artist who originally painted Lady of the Harvest?”
Realizing Elsen might be a little self-conscious, Tarcog reassures him “Dr. Lazarus is quite familiar with your work.” as he gestures to Dr. Lazarus.
Pointing to the painting, he asks “Did you paint her with the hat off or on?”