Ser Helmet laughs!
Dat un knife? Ha!
The Thaumaturge Steps into a Flank with Siobhan.
Youses bees allergies to da peanuts?
Chewing on a Snickers, The Thaumaturge bites!
Viv tries to keep her head down as bladed weapons are tossed about. She sends her own sharp metallic objects toward a machete-wielder, thankful her sister is so good at keeping the attention off her.
Vyana laughs as the cultist begin falling. redirecting her attention towards the dagger-throwers. "No need to be shy!" she calls out. "Come join the party!"
Not waiting for their reply, she advances on the recalcitrant attackers.
One by one, the remaining cultists fall to your attacks until there is only one left standing. The final man's bravery shatters and he rushes to flee the room, dodging past Vyana and Siobhan. "Master Munt! Master Munt! Take me with you!" he cries out.
"Freeze right there, don't dare take another step, meanie!" Viv shouts, trying her best to sound angry and commanding (neither of which she's particularly good at).
Ser Helmet is seen rolling on the ground laughing hysterically. The poor goblin is crying. His hands holding his stomach as he continues to roar, rolling really ridiculous and not really reliable...
Vyana quickly moves between the man and his destination, her blade held out towards him as flames lick along its length.
"Not planning on leaving the party so soon, were you?" she questions with a crooked grin.
The cultist swallows audibly, wide eyes fixed on Vyana's blade. He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright, I yield! I yield."
With the point of her blade remaining focused on the cultist, Vyana approaches closer until it's just a handspan from his chest. "That's probably the first good choice you've made in some time," she says with a chuckle. "Now, please enlighten us on ... Master Munt."
"Master Jordus Munt is the leader of the Devil's Disciples," the nervous man says. "He has descended deeper into the Pit to be closer to the mighty Devil. The rest of us are not worthy enough to be in the Devil's glorious presence!"
Ser Helmut is still seen rolling on the ground laughing hysterically.
Pit ....lower....worthy ..Asshat....
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Siobhan has been cleaning her gear and performing a brief last rite for the dead cultists rather than worrying about the living. The revelation that the cult master is still lower down makes her frown though.
"I really hoped we were done here." She says with a sigh. "You are going to leave here and never return. The Dawnbringer offers mercy to those who repent. If you're still here by the time we've dealt with your master then you will be guilty too. Go. Now."
Once the cultist has fled and Helmy has stopped cackling Von looks at her sister and Vy with a raised eyebrow.
"Can you manage one more fight? It'll be hard I'm sure."
Ser Helmut jumps up after the dumb kool-aide drinker departs desperate and dispatched.
Mees gots dis scratch. It bees a bits itches butts Mees ken almost ignoring it's.
The goblin stands barely scratching....
A search of the the numerous chambers adjoining the central room here reveals each of them was once used by Whistlefang goblins as dens, and each contains a filthy mess of rags and straw along with a scattering of miscellaneous goblin “treasure.” One such room, though, contains a caterwaul sling stuffed under a pile of rags.
One bedroom is fancier than the others. A cot heaped with fine blankets sits in the southwest corner of this room, while to the southeast sits a single chair and desk. A few scrolls and books sit on the desk, along with an unlit lantern and a stone sculpture of the Sandpoint Devil.
The stone sculpture of the Sandpoint Devil on the desk is quite well made and is worth 30 gp. The books and scrolls on the desk are mostly hand-written accounts of grisly sermons. Five of the scrolls, however, are emergency supplies: a scroll of dream message, three scrolls of heal (heightened to 3rd level), and a scroll of remove disease.
You can either continue on deeper into the Pit, or return to Sandpoint and rest and prepare for the challenges yet to come.
Viviana eyes the stone sculpture of the Sandpoint Devil with both disdain and fascination. Her fingers hover over it for a moment before she picks it up and turns it over in her hands. "Creepy little thing." she mutters, quickly setting it back down with a grimace. "Bbuuuuuutttt it’ll fetch a decent price back in Sandpoint!"
She glances over at the scrolls on the desk and picks up one of the scrolls of heal while hher lips curl into a small grin. "Now this is more my style!" She quickly organizes the useful scrolls, tucking them carefully into her bag. "Dream message, heals, and remove disease. I'd say these are blessings from Shelyn herself!"
Turning to her group, she raises an eyebrow. "Well. We’ve come this far, but I can see the weight on everyone’s shoulders. We can push forward and finish this, or ... we can head back, rest, and prepare."
She pauses, trying to weigh the options "If we go back, it gives this leader Munt more time to prepare his defenses."
"I say we press on, but speak up if you want to go back."
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"We need to finish the leader." Von agrees. She's by far the toughest of the group and Sarenrae is kind enough to renew her magical abilities in return for a short devotion. "If you and Vy have enough magic we should deal with them and make Sandpoint safer."
Once the groups nods their agreement she hefts her shield and leads the way down towards 'Munt' and their undoubtedly nefarious schemes!
The goblin stares in wonder at the beautiful room each contains a filthy mess of rags and straw along with a scattering of miscellaneous goblin “treasure.” One such room, though, contains a caterwaul sling stuffed under a pile of rags.
Day ken sure decorate! Day still sucks but guud decorations.
Quickly turning his eyes to watch Viv take his scrolls. The Scroll Thaumaturge smiles sweetly at her, as he slides next to her.
Youses looks da pretties todays, Viviana.
Ser Helmut blinks rapidly at her. So, rapidly that he gets dizzy and flops down onto the flooring.
Mees no feels da guud. If only Mees had sum scrolls to loves and squeezes. Mees would takes da guud caring of Dem. Mees precious...gollum...
Chapter 5: Shadows at Midnight
You return to the central section of the Pit. A rough staircase carved into the rock descends from the ledge you are on, disappearing into the permanent layer of fog that cloaks the Pit's depths. From somewhere far below, you hear the sound of flapping wings, as well as spy a sudden pulse of what looks like fire. Despite the ominous signs, you descend the stairs, where an opening in the south wall leads to a wooden door. A semicircular ledge sits about 10 feet above this landing. This ledge is strewn with bones and slick with gore. Most of the remains here are those of cows or deer, but a few human remains lie mixed in with the rest. A cave opening in the wall of this ledge leads to the southwest.
Viviana raises an eyebrow at Helmut's over-the-top theatrics, rolling her eyes. "Oh, for Shelyn's sake, Helmy. You’ve got a future on the stage if you ever get tired of chewing on monsters."
She lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, holding up the scrolls "Here, you big baby. But if you start calling them precious and talking to them, I’m taking them back." She wags a finger at him playfully.
As she hands them over, she leans in and adds in a whisper, "Just make sure you actually use them if we need them, alright? No hoarding them like they’re souvenirs." She gives him a gentle bop on the top of his head before standing tall again.
Her gaze shifts to Von, and she nods "Lead the way, Manager of Mayhem. We’ll be right behind you."
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Viv's gaze hardens as she looks at the gore on the ledge. "Uhm. I don’t like the look of this one bit."
Vyana gazes down into the pit for a moment, gauging how clean a shot she would have with her bow if ... something ... were to appear from below. The moment passes, though, and she follows along behind Siobhan.
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Brushing a humanoid skull aside with the toe of her boot, she says, "Let's try this way first." She gestures towards the nearby opening.
Ser Helmet immediately jumps up, hugs Viviana and stuff his new precious....errr....scrolls into his pockets!
Tanks! And no bees da worries. Mees professionals.
Eyes wide at the hopefully sighted dragon roaming the secret depths of darkness, despair, desolation.
Dis bees da bestest ov field trip!
The giggling Thaumaturge follows along...
The doors open into a long chamber. The walls are made of highly polished stone, save for a few spots where a smashed divot mars the smooth, almost wet-looking surface. A foul stink of body odor and waste hangs heavy in the room, no doubt coming from the piles of rubble and refuse along the far wall.
Two hulking cavern trolls stand guard here, their flinty skin studded with small crystals. The giants bellow as they prepare to attack!
"Trolls," Vyana mutters to herself. As she draws her bow, she takes a moment to steady her aim with a quick spell. "I don't know what the crystals are, but I do know that trolls don't like fire."
Viviana mentally runs through her spells and is surprised to recall she doesn't have a fire spell. "I didn't prepare any fire today, sorry."
Instead, she attempts to demoralize them with the powerful "Hey you big rock meanies, you better watch out for my sister!!!" before unleashing a volley of metal fly towards one of them.
Ser Helmut looks about suspiciously. The goblin rubbing his eyes.
Mees could have swore Dat Mees already posted...weird.
Looking up at the two Cavern Trolls, the Thaumaturge begins digging about for some Esoteric Lore....
Exploit Vulnerability
The goblin frowns.
Dis seems familiar.
The Off-Guard Thaumaturge decides to bully the closest Troll!
Ser Helmut then takes out a Scroll of Ill Omen.
Vyana opens up the battle with an arrow straight to one troll's neck, a critical hit! Blood spurts from the deep wound as the giant catches ablaze! Viv follow suit with a critical hit of her own, her needle darts impaling the troll and leaving a bleeding wound behind. Helmut greatly demoralizes that troll!
Unfortunately, these type of trolls are able to regenerate even when exposed to fire. The troll starts to heal itself as it moves forward, along with its companion. They move to flank Siobhan, biting and clawing at her. Sibohan wards off their blows!
"Okay, they're ... that's not what's supposed to happen. Fire is supposed to stop them from doing that," Vyana says, her frustration showing through. "Viv?"
Her 'common knowledge' of trolls having failed her, Vyana returns to what she does know; Most things stop being a threat if you keep hitting them hard enough.
"Hold on, let me think for a second ..."
She racks her brain on trolls and how to stop their regeneration.
Looking up at the two Cavern Trolls, the Thaumaturge begins digging about for some Esoteric Lore....
The Thaumaturge seems really stumped on these guys....
Shrugging his shoulders, Ser Helmet grabs some peppermint gum before he Strides into Flank with Siobhan and Bites!
Everyone hate peppermint!
"...I know what it takes and I didn't bring it today! We need acid or sound! I guess keep hammering it!"
Vyana and Siobhan both strike the first troll, causing it to fall. Viv's needles miss the second one, but Helmut is able to crat a personal anathema and take a big bite out of the other troll's rocky thigh! Roaring in anger, even as the wound begins to regenerate, the troll tries to rip Helmut apart! The burning arrow in the first troll keeps it out of the fight for now, but the flames sputter out, meaning its regeneration will likely bring it back into the fight soon!
Ser Helmut gives Siobhan a green thumbs up!
Looking up at the bully Cavern Troll, the Thaumaturge begins digging about for some Esoteric Lore....
You remember the creature's weaknesses, and as you empower your esoterica, you have a flash of insight that grants even more knowledge about the creature. You learn all of the creature's resistances, weaknesses, and immunities, including the amounts of the resistances and weaknesses and any unusual weaknesses or vulnerabilities, such as what spells will pass through a golem's antimagic. You can exploit either the creature's mortal weakness or personal antithesis (see below). Your unarmed and weapon Strikes against the creature also become magical if they weren't already.
The Thaumaturge seems really is sporting a shit-eating grin!
Shrugging his shoulders, Ser Helmet grabs some more peppermint gum before he Bites the big bully!
The goblins grin gets gregariously grin-ier!
He attempts to go for seconds!
"Acid? Sound?!" Vyana questions. "How does that ...? It's the crystals, isn't it? We need to damage the crystals?"
Since Von helped Helmy with that last wound, Viv focuses on firing another ineffective barrage of metal fragments.
With a slash from Siobhan and a critical hit from both Helmut and Vyana, the second cavern troll goes down hard! Now it's a matter of making sure they stay down...
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"Sarenrae, radiant goddess of the sun. Lend me your fire to purge the dangers of this world." Siobhan proclaims, glancing up to the sky far above their current rocky tomb.
Then she steps forward and thrusts her blade deep into the troll as an impossible beam of sunlight shines through the ceiling and burns both trolls to un-regenerating husks.
Ser Helmut disappointedly puts away his napkin, utensils, salt and pepper (not the group) and his Frank's Red Hot and frowns at Siobhan.
Sarenrae's intervention ensures the trolls will stay dead. Double doors exit this room to the west and to the south.
Just to be sure, Vyana spends some time before they move on, applying some brute force to the strange crystals covering the trolls' bodies.
Once she's satisfied that the combination of Sarenrae's holy touch and her own - more practical - approach has done its job, she gestures towards the western doors.
"Let's try that way," she says.
A pouting goblin gathers his goodies, kicks the pile of what could have been supper, and follows dejectedly....
Nearly a dozen small bedrolls lie on the floor to the north and south of this chamber. The air here feels cold and weirdly thin, almost as if it were located atop a high mountain, and the mournful sound of wind racing over uneven badlands seems to echo across a vast distance. The ceiling above appears to look out into a star-filled sky, while at the center of the room looms an unsettling “statue” of a roughly spherical mass covered with nodules, lumps, shallow gashes, and other strange imperfections, all painted in an almost hypnotic pattern of twisting strokes of green, brown, yellow, and red paint.
Four small humanoids are clustered around the statue, bowing and touching it reverently. They have pale blue skin, bulging white eyes, and shocks of wispy white hair. Two wear robes and clutch staves, while the other two wear leather armor and have hooked clubs at their belts. When they see you, they shriek and prepare to fight!
"What in the hells is that?" Vyana questions, her gaze drawn to the strange shrine. Her attention is quickly redirected to the shrieking , blue-skinned attackers.
"Sorry, Von," the half-elf mutters with a shrug.
Ser Helmut begins inspection of said lumpy mass of colorful stuff.
The Thaumaturge hasn't any clue....he tastes it...