DM delmoth's Wrath of the Righteous

Game Master Delmoth

"Fourth, we can teleport. If we get a good view of an arrival spot, such as one of the garrison towers with ballistae, we can have Sir Tandyn bring two others along with the wand of Dimension Door while I bring two others along with my own spell."

Dorek furrows his brow in concern. "That would only t-take care of six of us - what about N-nu..." Just then, Thawm bursts into flames, and his eyes flick nervously between her and the others. "T-thawm, you're on fire - are you o-okay?"

As Cecily storms off, Dorek hesitates for a moment, glancing back at Tandyn and Thawm. "D-don't worry, Tandyn - if we're r-resting before attacking the C-citadel, you can share my tent. I c-clawed yours up pretty b-badly, so it's only f-fair. Oh, and congratulations on being a n-new mother, Thawm!" He scurries after the noblewoman, plucking anxiously at the other tiefling's sleeve. "Are you o-okay, Cecily? You s-seem upset, and it's going to be a l-long assault on the C-citadel. I know you d-don't like Tandyn, but we'll have to w-work together if we're going to take D-drezen."

He glances back at the command tent, scratching at the base of one of his horns as he thinks. "T-thawm wanted to r-rest before we s-started the attack - lay s-siege to the Citadel, that sort of t-thing, before we go in t-tomorrow. I think she's s-sleepy from her egg hatching. I d-don't think Tandyn's tent is repaired yet, but he's going to s-sleep with me until that's t-taken care of, so I t-think that's all set." Turning back to the bloodrager, he raises his eyebrows in a query, grinning in his mildly concussed way. "So, w-what was it you wanted to talk to N-nurah about? Are you going to s-scout the Citadel while everyone else r-rests? Can I j-join?"

"Whu- I- Not a mom!" Thawm calls after Dorek.

"I- found the egg. I don't even know where it went." she grumbles

Ahmose walks by Thawm, juggling some mysterious vials about into the air.
Blatantly irresponsible that is!

The juggling Alchemist retires to his tent for more dangerous experimentations.....

Tandyn stands there blinking for a moment still taking in everything he'd heard as half of the party departs.

"No... no, we must guard each other's honor." He states resolutely and far too late. "Thawm, Cecily shouldn't have said such unwelcome things. I may need to have a word with her. And for whatever reason I believe that your leaning on me upset her, so in the interests of calming things down I must request that you lean elsewhere." He moves slightly so that she must support herself. "We've accomplished much today. Perhaps you're right and we should rest before entering the Citadel. As for me, well, I'd like to get back to planning this out" He nods to Aroden. "That Western wall breach could let us take the sally port and gatehouse from the less defended side... which would then let our armies inside to set up some defenses..."

After several long discussions about the various routes, Tandyn heads back to the camp. He approaches Cecily and clears his throat. "Baroness Leeford, I must ask you to take more care with the 'honor of your fellows' regardless of virtue or trollopness as per the goddess's code." With his oath responsibilities settled, his posture relaxes. "Alright, so has anyone found the deer jerky? There has to be a way to do this..."

"It is a little disappointing to go back and rest so soon. That battle with the berbalang was not terribly taxing. And I would expect that it may take us more than one day to clear such a massive citadel of its demonic leaders.
Nevertheless, we seem to have the time and need not be overly hasty. I will use some of my prepared spells for the day to do some scouting."

Aroden removes his chain shirt, then takes 10 minutes to cast Arcane Eye. He can maintain the sensor for 8 minutes, and it has a speed of 300' per minute. As a scrying sensor, it is also a Perception DC 24 (adjusted for range) for enemies to notice, and enemies can attempt to Dispel it if they notice it.

First he will send the Arcane Eye up to the top of the tower, where the Celestial Beacon was. He assumes the doors at the bottom of the stairs are closed and won't have a 1-inch gap. So instead of sending the sensor down the stairs, he will try to go in what appear to be windows around the second-from-the-top level of the tower to see what that room is.
Then he will send the Eye to check out the lower Tower level (with the ballistae), then the Northern Arcade, then the Parapet, then the East Garrison, then the four Gatehouse towers, then the West Garrison, then the gap in the wall north of the West Garrison. If there are slits big enough to shoot ballistae through, then the Eye can get it.

Basically looking for what guards are manning each position.

After the Arcane Eye expires or is dispelled, Aroden will take another 10 minutes to cast Clairvoyance. This has a 720' range. He will attempt to use Clairvoyance in the middle of the Secret Vault next to Iomedae's Chapel. If it is magically dark, he sees nothing. If it is normally dark, he sees in a 10' radius around the scrying sensor.

His scrying done, he puts his armor back on and goes to study spellbooks.

At 4 hours for a 3rd-level spell and 3 hours for a 2nd-level spell, he should be able to get 2 done today. Looking at Magic Circle Against Evil from Aravashnial's spellbook and Fog Cloud from the dwarf's spellbook. At a +16 he makes it on Take 10. Cost to scribe is 90+40 = 130 GP.

Cecily snatches her arm away from Dorek. "I'm FINE, Dorek. No, I'm not going scouting. I'm going to go care for my horse. Err, talk to Nurah. Then care for my horse." An aggressive and thorough brushing session is in her immediate future.

When Tandyn catches up and chastises her, she freezes for a moment. Her eyes tense slightly, and she sets her jaw. "Thawm's business is her own, until it reflects poorly on the company she keeps. We have an image to uphold, and casual dalliances with unknown partners or birds will cause a scandal. If she was honoring us, we would not be needing to worry about such things."

"Thawm's business is her own, until it reflects poorly on the company she keeps. We have an image to uphold, and casual dalliances with unknown partners or birds will cause a scandal. If she was honoring us, we would not be needing to worry about such things."

Tandyn smiles and sighs. "And what of our goddess and Apsu? The clerics dance around it, but they don't deny it. The answer is that it really doesn't matter. We trust her decisions, it's not really our business, and some dragons are kinda cute. In any case, the same goes for Thawm's relationship fowl or not. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. If it starts to reflect poorly on us, I'd be happy to have a word with her."

"Very well then," Cecily grudgingly relents, then a thin smile surfaces. "Perhaps heroic dragons are an exception, Knight Commander Tandyn."

Celestial Beacon

The tower’s open rooftop seems to have once featured a gold-and-ivory inlay of a conjuration circle, but only the faintest remnants of the magic circle are visible today. It is no longer functional for that purpose.

One Level Below

An open-air terrace looks out from the northwest side of the citadel, its interior shattered and broken. A pile of treasure lies gathered in the southeast corner, while a narrow band of stairs is half-seen just above the nearby rubble choking the entrance.

Assuming you’re not going to spend the time cataloging the treasure since that would be an encounter. You can tell it's quite the haul though.

Ground floor, tower, outer

There are seven ballistae that are gathering dust here.

Northern Arcade

One wall of this long arcade features several arrow-slits looking out over the northern part of Drezen. A trio of soldiers in shining breastplates and carrying well cared for two-bladed swords and composite longbows lounge lazily within the walls here. Two of them track Aroden’s arcane eye, instead of getting help they give the eye a rude gesture. That’s one encounter.

Parapet

A cascade of rubble has fallen through from the upper parapets into this ruined armory, creating a rise of debris that allows access to the citadel’s northernmost parapet. A quartet of Brimorak demons stand watch here. Upon spotting the eye, one teleports away somewhere unseen. That's two encounters, ending the spell.

Secret Vault

A metal rod on which hangs a magnificent banner depicting a sword before a sunburst is raised up in the hands of a statue of an armored woman to the north. Just south of the statue sits a gleaming alabaster altar. Another four statues flank the room, each wearing a real suit of metal armor, while to the south hangs a tattered red and gold tapestry.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35
Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Perception DC 30: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

"The good news is that the Sword of Valor appears to still be in its vault. But it seems from the map we would have a task getting there."

Aroden shares his observations and then studies the map.

"My recommendation is that tomorrow we start with the treasure room in the tower. It may be a trap, but it's a wide open area that is unoccupied, so we should be able to Dimension Door without appearing in a solid body and being shunted. Perhaps we will find something of use. From there, we can take the stairs down to the northwest tower, then to the northern arcade, and then south to the court and hopefully continue to the Inheritor's Chapel and the Secret Vault."

"The broken wall on the west side could also work. My spell did not manage to scout that area."

Knight Commander Ahmose Subtlety Jones smartly salutes Aroden!
My reagents bow to your arcana in this environment. Sound strategy. Bring many scrolls of unseen servant to begin collection of that mound of treasure. Priority one is funding for the war effort.

The Blue-scaled Kobold spends the rest of the evening Brewing Potions and dreaming of a really big abacus....

Tandyn listens intently to Aroden's findings while glancing at the map. "Let's talk through each route... there's a lot going on here."

Priority one is funding for the war effort.

He shakes his head "No, that's certainly worthwhile, but priority one is still restoring the Sword of Valor to keep the demons from teleporting back here. Remember, the main demon forces should be fighting Queen Galfrey down South. The demons here have probably told them about us, so hopefully that means Queen Galfrey cannot be ignored. In any case, Aroden has confirmed they they never even moved the Sword of Valor from the vault which seems like quite the tactical blunder... perhaps it hurts the demons to touch it or something. So first we'll hit the vault, and then we can go after the treasure."

Tandyn continues to pore over the map and discuss the various entry points. "So, one thing I keep noticing is that the Citadel breaks up into several large sections that all connect to the courtyards. Without teleporting or breaking solid dwarven walls, they seem to be the key to holding or taking this fortress. No matter where we enter, they will expect to be able to stop us there. We can get to the vault and avoid the entire choke point by entering through the Western breach." He looks around the group for agreement. "Alright, let's get some rest and head out bright and early."

"A sound plan. Now, I anticipate that they will see us approaching the breach. So even if there are not normally any guards there, we might find some by the time we arrive.
I will keep Dimension Door ready, and Sir Tandyn, I would suggest you keep the wand ready as well. If the welcoming committee is larger than we can handle, or has specific magic we need to prepare to defend against, then regrouping may be in order. We may be able to simply plow through them, but it doesn't hurt to prepare for contingencies."

PCs want something to happen at night: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

The night passes eerily without incident, though the darkness seems especially thick.

Western Breach

The interior of Citadel Drezen follows the stark practicality of dwarven design. The ceiling is ten feet high and the corridors wide enough to accommodate the shield walls favored by dwarven warriors. The condition is a strange mix of disrepair and cleanliness.

Nurah is with you if you let her, also what equipment do you give her?

Upon seeing the doors, Tandyn stops and concentrates for a moment. Self-implanting Meek Facade "Dorek, I'd like to implant that trick again... sound good?" Implanting False Flanker with the Reactive Trick Feat "And Cecily, I have something for you as well." Casting Hermean Potential which now works on the next two attack, save, ability, or skill rolls.

After waiting for anyone else to make preparations, he gets everyone in position and then proceeds to open the door. and the next one to the Inheritor's Chapel if nothing's in the hallway.

Aroden casts Resist Energy (Fire) on himself and on Thawm, using 2 charges from his Lesser Metamagic Rod of Extend (Resist 20, CL9, 1 full dungeon).

He casts Extended Heroism on himself with the rod's last charge (1 full dungeon), as well as Darkvision (1 full dungeon).

He then dons his chain shirt and takes his sword in hand.

Dorek follows close behind Tandyn and Aroden - at Tandyn's suggestion, he nods and peers into the aasimar's eyes to receive the trick, though he doesn't have any other spells or such to cast beforehand. "T-thanks, Tandyn. Gets a little c-crowded in here sometimes." Scowling, he smacks the side of his head with one hand. "R-resonance-Sharpened-Shadows won't s-shut up about some skittering thing it saw when it was r-refracting the other day. Anyway, I'm s-set to continue on whenever you are." Moving to the other side of the door, he draws his blades and nods to Tandyn.

Thawm casts Protection from Evil and Lucky Number on Nurah as well as switching a life link to her.

"You are under our protection now, Nurah." Thawm explains brightly with a nod.

She then offers a Lucky Number to everyone else as well.

@GM: want me to remind you that she has a lucky number? I can roll it too xD
@everyone else: if you roll a d20 for your Lucky Number, you can have it. Thawm has higher level sorc spells anyway xD
8 -1 (7) oracle 1st and at most 8 -2 sorc 1st

Lucky Number for Thawm: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Aroden's Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Thank you, Thawm."

"T-thanks, Tandyn. Gets a little c-crowded in here sometimes."

"Oh, it's getting easier. We must be getting smarter or something. Pretty soon I'll be able to wedge a second one in there."

Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 4
"It's always nice to have a bit of luck. Many thanks."

Cecily taps herself with her wand of Mage Armor and a magical suit of armor shimmers around her for a second before fading from view. She wonders for a second if Tandyn's magic only takes half effect because his two eyes can only look into Dorek's one, but the thought is fleeting as she accepts the spell from the Paladin. "Thank you, sir Tandyn. I feel quite fortunate.

Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Ahmose's getting tipsy as they enter....

Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 7

"How about some spell components, my armor, and weapon too? Not that I don't want your protection but you can't ever have enough."

"How about some spell components, my armor, and weapon too? Not that I don't want your protection but you can't ever have enough."

Nurah has her masterwork chain shirt.

Tandyn nods. "You've made a lot of progress." He returns her short sword and spell pouch. "It's hard to imagine a place that will test your convictions more than this one; but you can do this, and we're here to help."

Nurah takes the spell component pouch and pulls out a vial of blood, placing a dot of it on her tongue. She shifts and transforms into a red scaled kobold. Then she takes a dot of something dark and places it on her forehead before it melds into her skin.

She gives Tandyn a toothy reptilian grin, "Thanks."

The party strangely finds no opposition from this breach and is able to venture fairly deep into the citadel heading towards the Iomadae's chapel. The door is locked but Dorek easily opens it, Nearly all the doors are locked but Dorek can take 10 to open most of them.

Inheritor's Chapel

Two rows of stone benches occupy face a raised dais to the north, on which stands a twelve-foot-tall statue of an armored woman with a sword and shield. Faded tapestries hang in tatters to either side, and a larger one on the south wall depicts the armored woman on bended knee before a man wearing green robes. Three smaller, human-sized statues of armored knights stand within small alcoves to the west, each holding a longsword pointing downward.

Within you find a vision of the inheritor, resplendent and glorious. She does not wear her normal gleaming full plate but does possess a polished longsword hanging from her hip. Six crusaders sit in the pews in rapt attention to the woman.

As you enter the chapel, Iomadae, turns and smiles at you warmly. "Faithful, I have come to bless you in your efforts to take the citadel."

She gestures to Tandyn, "My son, please approach to receive my blessing."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Dorek steps back as the lock clicks, nodding to Tandyn as the paladin takes up position - when the others are ready, he pushes open the door, prepared for a fight, but is entirely unprepared for the strange scene before him.

Theology Accurate theology has never been his forte, so he looks to Tandyn for guidance regarding the deity, though his brow does furrow as he catches sight of the crusaders in the pews, and he hisses a question to his allies. "What's with them in the b-benches? I thought we were s-supposed to be the advance s-scouts?"

The short Blue-scaled Kobold peers curiously through the legs of his companions. Seeing the tallness of the Lady, the Alchemist giggles
Sir Tandyn better have help.

Ahmose's blue eyes do look at Dorek as the Rogue advances an important question for this strange situation....

The Blue Whisperer does not mind being better situated for the coming show.

He Stealthily Strides just between, around and under gaping folks into the chamber and under a pews....seeing as the path to his previously mentioned plan is cock block by not cultists, the Blue Whisper hides behind the curtain!
How F*%%ing cliche!

Stealth (Dex), Blur, Expeditious Retreat, mythic surge: 1d20 + 23 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 23 + (3) = 30
Speed 60'/30' Stealth

...he doesn't feel mythicily stealthy....

Upon entering the room and seeing the occupants, Cecily immediately genuflects, eyes to the ground. "My Lady! We are not worthy of the honor!"

But maybe, a little bit, she she is.

Just a quick note, the woman directly in front of you on slide 2 appears to be flesh and blood, sorry for any confusion! As well as the crusaders in the pews.

Aroden stares intently at the green-robed figure in the painting.

He looks at the woman as well, but his thoughts are imperceptible to the others at this time.

As the door opens Tandyn's eyes widen. He looks at the statue and then back at the woman several times. His eyes narrow into a stare.

"What's with them in the b-benches? I thought we were s-supposed to be the advance s-scouts?"

"We most certainly are..."

He clears his throat. "Oh if only... You're dallying about in an enemy fortress with neither armor nor shield on Golarion... You may look like my goddess, but that's about it. Did I miss anything, Aroden?"

The paladin's stare intensifies as he tries to sense any evil within what he very much hopes is an imposter.
Hypnotic Stare and Detect Evil

"A goddess might not need the protection of armor, but I never knew Her to shirk the habits that She had formed as a human. She continued to wear it."

His voice changes, becoming mocking and curmudgeonly, higher and harsher.
"Kept on with the food and the drink and the bathing. Hard time letting go of the mortal coil. Thought she was still one of them. Hah!"

And then he is back, thoughtful and contemplative, apparently unaware of what he had just said.
"So the casual attire is odd. And six crusaders merely sitting here, while the fortress is overrun with demonic cultists?"

He waits to see what Sir Tandyn learns.

Cecily risks a glance up, both surprised and slightly annoyed that no one else is showing due deference. Could this sage be on to something?

"Ooh, how did you guys get here first? I thought everyone was waiting outside?" Thawm asks, used to their army full of crusaders that follow orders very well.

Then she squints at them, ready to follow Tandyn's lead.

Tandyn detects evil! No one is surprised.

Round 1
Cecily <-------------
Aroden <-------------
Ahmose <-------------
Tandyn (Tandyn only has a standard action after detect evil and stare.)
Thawm <-------------
Evil Iomadae
Dorek
Nurah
Crusaders

Initiative
Ahmose: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Aroden: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Cecily: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Dorek: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Sir Tandyn: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Thawm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Nurah: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Iomadae: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Crusaders: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Prescience 1 of 9: 1d20 ⇒ 3 Nope

Aroden looks into the future and sees failure.

So he takes a step forwards, holds his sword high, and says "In the name of the true Inheritor, we will destroy you, imposter!"

INSPIRING SWORD! +2 sacred bonus to attacks, saves, and skill checks within 30'.

Thawm looks at Tandyn for confirmation.
"Burn 'em?"

I just need to step into Tandyn's square to fireball these soon to be blasted demons...

"and evil too..." Tandyn steps forward as Radiance flies toward the not-an-Inheritor.

Radiance (MA, IS): 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 = 22
Slashing: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Precision: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Burn 'em?"

Tandyn looks shocked "Wait! Those could still be crusaders!"

Thawm raises a hand and hesitates.
"Right-"
Then she realizes.
"This couldn't hurt the real Iomedae." Thawm explains before lobbing a Spear of Purity (DC 19) at not-Iomedae.

Aroden has this prepped, right?
7->6 oracle 2nd spells
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21
SR? + Allied Spellcaster: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 5 = 12
Damage for evil outsider: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 6, 2, 1, 2, 5, 6) = 28
Damage for other evil: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 6, 5, 3) = 22

"Armor? I don't wear armor, that doesn't mean I am not righte-whoa, hey!"

A very surprised Cecily is caught in conflict between her eyes and heart telling her Iomedae has come to grant her a blessing and her companions making an incredible and unsubstantiated leap that The Inheritor and her companions are evil, to the point of making an unprovoked attack! She stands, light on her feet and dodging in her combat stance, and commits to avoiding the fight until the holy vision responds, hopefully clearing this whole thing up. Are her companions ensorceled?

Move to stand, swift into combat style, standard for Total Defense for AC 28

Ahmose shrugs at all the violence being perpetuated by his Good companions.
B$&!%es must be evil!

The Alchemist tosses a tangle foot bomb at the rather large miss!
Range Tanglefoot Bombs, Aroden: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 18 + 2 = 364d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6, 5, 6) + 6 = 27 Fire Splash 10 Reflex DC 20

He the Hides behind the curtain.
Stealth (Dex), Blur: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (13) + 23 = 36

Tandyn tosses his sword at Iomadae, confident that if he’s mistaken no harm will be done, Radiance flashes as it strikes, drawing thick red blood from his goddess. Hit and 12 damage.

Thawm throws a spear composed of pure fire, it strikes Iomadae and the spear disappears as soon as it contacts her. Hit and no effect.

Ahmose throws a sticky bomb at the Inheritor and she becomes entangled with glue all over her very nice vestment. She is unharmed. Hit but no damage.

The woman calls out, ”Your goddess commands you to defend me!”

Tandyn needs to give me a will saving throw DC 23, because of the nature of the command he can make 2nd save with +2 bonus if he fails.

Round 1
Cecily
Aroden
Ahmose
Tandyn
Thawm
Evil Iomadae (12 damage, entangled)
Dorek <------------------
Nurah
Crusaders

Reflex vs tanglefoot: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Concentration: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29

Tandyn is protected from the fake Iomedae's words by the real Iomedae's divine grace.
Will vs False Goddess's Command DC 23: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Dorek scowls, rushing up and around the false goddess. "M-my goddess commands n-no such thing, Longsword, so d-drop the act or get a l-lungful of cold iron!"

Acrobatics (Avoid AoO): 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 2 = 24

Once on the other side of the false Iomedae, he lashes out at her with his gladius, keeping a wary eye on the crusaders in the pews. "If T-tandyn says you're not the r-real thing, that's g-good enough for me, Inheritor - or s-should I say Incompetent?"

Cold Iron Gladius (Inspiring Sword, Fighting Defensively): 1d20 + 14 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 14 + 2 - 4 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

AC is 29/18/21 until the start of his next turn.

The Alchemist seems somewhat satisfied with the outcome of his Bomb.
She's immune to Fire, but at least I f#&*ed up her pretty dress!

Ahmose's seriously considering Force Bombs Discovery soon....

Nurah walks forward and cries out, "Hey Janeamine! Yeah! I know you're a succubus, so drop the act! You think your Inheritor bit is cute? Real crusaders know better. What did you have these schmucks do last night? I see you haven't got past your mummification phase. That's really tame, gods you could be more creative."

Move, draw short sword, dirge of doom.

AC 27

Dorek glides around the trapped goddess and delivers slash to her thigh. Dorek hit and full damage

The crusaders all yell out, "Die heretics!" One of the crusaders manages a lucky slash as Nurah risks herself.

Round 2
Cecily <-------------
Aroden <-------------
Ahmose <-------------
Tandyn <-------------
Thawm <-------------
Evil Iomadae (23 damage, entangled, shaken)
Dorek
Nurah
Crusaders (shaken)

Longsword vs Cecily, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 = 12
Longsword vs Nurah, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 2 = 20
Longsword vs Nurah, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 2 = 25
Confirm: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 = 12
Longsword vs Nurah, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 2 = 22
Longsword vs Dorek, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 2 = 6
Longsword vs Dorek, dirge of doom: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 2 = 18

Slashing: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Nurah's positive and familiar identification of the demon and the crusaders attacking puts the last pieces together and Cecily springs into action. "I trust you'll forgive me later, soldier!" Her foots snaps out at the crusaders head and she follows up with two jabs, aiming to disable rather than kill.

Non-lethal unarmed strike flurry of blows, will stop attacking the first target and will 5 ft step into their spot and move on to the next target if they fall.

Unarmed Strike 1, flurry, nonlethal, power attack: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 3 = 30
Unarmed damage 1, nonlethal, PA: 1d6 + 13 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 9 = 27
Cornugon Smash Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Attack 2 Stunning fist
Unarmed Strike 2, flurry, nonlethal, power attack: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 3 = 16
Unarmed damage 2, nonlethal, PA: 1d6 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 6 = 20
Cornugon Smash Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

Unarmed Strike 3, flurry, nonlethal, power attack: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 3 = 14
Unarmed damage 3, nonlethal, PA: 1d6 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 6 = 19
Cornugon Smash Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31