You reload and duck for cover as the noises from the south grow louder. Finally, a trio of figures break out onto the street ahead of you. One could almost be taken as human, excpet for its grey skin and eyes glowing a wicked hateful red. But behind it are two massive figures. Looking like corpses bloated to inhuman portions from untold time in the water, they lumber along. You notice in the grips of the huge beings a limp and crushed fresh body - a grisly sign of what they've done to some unlucky carnival-goers. And what they seem to be ready to do to you!
Initiative
Fran, panached
Eddie
Briney's blast from cover slams into the huge target, HARD. But it manages to hold its ground.
Fran's skirmishing toss narrowly manages to hit the creature, but as the axe slices into it a small torrent of foul rain- and seawater spills out from the creature as it howls in pain!
Even as Fran retreats the smaller undead sprints ahead after her. Reaching her, it slashes out with a dagger than while not as fancy as her own does glow with a unsettling aura. When the blade cuts into her Fran feels a foul corruption emmanating from the wound as the dead glares gleefully at her with its red eyes.
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Initiative
Lindevailë, tailwinded
Briney
Jack
[ooc]Blue 28 damage
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Lindevailë Tindómë sees the axe slash hurt the enemy a lot. "Hmm, some undead are weak to slashes, maybe these are that kind?", she guesses. She puts her hands side by side, imitating a butterfly, and does a dance as if the butterfly, symbol of Desna, flies around and then dashes toward the closest enemy. She follows by a two-handed slash directed toward the close enemy in green and the blue-tinted big one calling: "Cirvilin!" and dust blows away in a narrow line as the winds cut the enemies.
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Briney shoots the deadish thing - his bolt explodes in alchemical fire!
"Out of the Puddles, Dead Things!"
◇) Devise a Stratagem vs Green Dead Thing
◆) Stride
◆) Strike vs Green
◆) Reload
↺) Goblin Scuttle
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Lindevailë's dancing appears to greatly unnerve the undead attacking her ally. Unfortunately her sharp air ripples miss it entirely. Not the big one though: it seems to be sliced up real bad. Bad enough that another critical strike from Jack causes it to crumple!
Meanwhile Briney's carefully calculated shot stabs and burns the nearer menace.
The other large lumbering creature stomps forwards while moaning. It rears back one arms and flings the dead body in its grip straight ahead at Jack! The corpse slams into the leshy and spreads a disgusting set of fluids out onto the kineticist as it does.
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Initiative
Fran 65/73 HP, panached, oaken resilienced, needs Fort save
Eddie
Nanoc
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Nanoc identifies Green Thing's weakness to exploit.
◆ Exploit Vulnerability w Diverse Lore
Diverse Lore: On a Successful Exploit Vulnerability, if the result of Esoteric Lore check to the DC to Recall Knowledge for that creature would be a Success or a Critical Success, Nanoc gains information as if he had succeeded at the Recall Knowledge check.
◇ Recall Knowledge about Green Thing's weakness
He then shoots at Green Thing in close range.
◆ Strike
vs Green Thing
P/B damage
Additional Damage: Highest weakness (fr Mortal Weakness) or custom weakness 4 (fr Personal Antithesis)
He then reloads.
◆ Interact to reload weapon
↺ Ring Bell – Trigger: The target of your Exploit Vulnerability makes a Strike or Casts a Spell that would affect you or one of your allies.
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Lindevailë Tindómë sees the axe slash hurt the enemy a lot. "Hmm, some undead are weak to slashes, maybe these are that kind?", she guesses. She puts her hands side by side, imitating a butterfly, and does a dance as if the butterfly, symbol of Desna, flies around and then dashes toward the closest enemy. She follows by a two-handed slash directed toward the close enemy in green and the blue-tinted big one calling: "Cirvilin!" and dust blows away in a narrow line as the winds cut the enemies.
◆ [dice=Demoralize (Versatile Performance, dance) green]1d20 + 17
◆◆ [dice=Attack green]1d20 + 12 [dice=Damage (S)]4d4
[dice=Attack blue]1d20 + 12 [dice=Damage (S)]4d4
Nanoc focuses on the undead threat closest at hand. The poppet recognizes it to be a wight - undead creatures reanimated and fueled by a hateful spite. While they have no distinct weaknesses or resistances , their attacks inflict a version of their own curse, trying to make their targets not only weaker, but more spiteful themselves!
Raising his weapon, Nanoc can dangle his glyph of the open road near the gun's barrel as he fires. The symbol of cooperation mystically seems to give the bullet more power as it rips through the wight! Staggering, the undead lashes out in one final spiteful strike against its killer before its eye glow fades and it crashes to the wet cobblestones.
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Initiative
Fran 65/73 HP, panached, oaken resilienced, needs Fort save
Eddie
Lindevailë, tailwinded, elemental motion'd (fly)
Briney
Jack
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Briney finds the creature's broad side - or rather, any side - to be so massive that he can't possibly miss!
◇) Devise a Stratagem vs Big Red Dead
◆) Stride
◆) Strike w/ Alchemist's Fire loaded Alchemical Crossbow vs Red
◆) Reload
↺) Goblin Scuttle
He sidles next to Fran - hopefully it will hit Fran - to support the developing melee. Slamming his oversized crossbow down, he reloads it manually, tugging on the crank, then checks the chamber.
"One more Fire Shot" his counting-down-from-3 skills on full display.
The hulking creeature resists the worst of Eddie's lash but is critically struck by another flying axe and another well-aimed fiery shot. It roars in anger, but still stands strong.
Initiative
Lindevailë, tailwinded, elemental motion'd (fly)
Jack
Lindevailë sends another strong gust at the dead that still stands. It gets another deep cut, but still stands defiant even as ugly dark fluid seeps uncontrollably out of it.
Initiative
Jack
Jack' fiery crows finally miss their mark!
The hulk roars and swings a pair of fists at Briney and Fran before then trying to pummel the swashbuckler again. Its giant limbs are closer to hunk of flabby rotting meat than proper arms, but luck and agility are on your side as you avoid each swing.
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Initiative
Fran 65/73 HP, oaken resilienced
Eddie
Lindevailë, tailwinded, elemental motion'd (fly)
Briney
Jack
Nanoc 38/46 HP, need Fort Save
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Nanoc reminds them of what wights can do. "Their attacks can drain you... and also..." as he is about to be finished speaking, he is attacked indeed by the same wight.
Good thing that wight is gone. Nanoc now turns his attention to the big Red Thing for its weakness.
◆ Exploit Vulnerability w Diverse Lore
◇ Recall Knowledge about Red Thing's weakness
He then shoots at his target
◆ Strike
vs Red Thing
P/B damage
Additional Damage: Highest weakness (fr Mortal Weakness) or custom weakness 4 (fr Personal Antithesis)
He reloads.
◆ Interact to reload weapon
↺ Ring Bell
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Ducking behind some barrels, Briney shoots from cover!
◇) Devise a Stratagem vs Big Red Dead
◆) Stride
◆) Strike w/ Alchemist's Fire loaded Alchemical Crossbow vs Red
◆) Reload
↺) Goblin Scuttle
The last alchemical charge explodes against the thing.
With a confident dance Fran flusters and confuses the hulking creature. As it focuses on her moves, the swashbuckler strikes out with a brutal throw from yet another of her hatchets. The weapon slices into the mass, which moans pitifully as rotting seawater spills out from the wound and the hulk collapses into a disgusting mass of soggy flesh.
It falls, and moments later the rain intensifies once more. But for now, it’s normal rain. The nearby puddles show reflections of people—dressed in shabby clothes and completely drenched — but the people aren’t actually there on the street. One of these puddly apparitions pushes past the others (causing the water to ripple a bit) and speaks out to you. This soul is a human wearing plain cleric’s vestments and a simple wooden holy symbol of Erastil. His voice sounds like it’s very far away, or underwater.
“You stepped up to protect the innocent — and I fear you must do so again, and soon. But, for now, you have earned a reprieve. We are grateful.” His last words—we are grateful—echo quietly as the other apparitions repeat them, sending more ripples through the nearby puddles of red water. “Thank you for preventing yet more souls from ending up as we have.”
A soothing wind whips up from out of nowhere to wash over all of you. Each of you finds your wounds and bruises knitted and faded and your focus sharper as a final faint whisper thank you speaks and then fades.
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Nanoc thinks that this last set of apparitions may only have been able to appear because of the strange rain, but unlike the other undead, they were empowered to render restorative aid, rather than being spurred to violence. He shares what he thinks after replying to the apparitions a thank you for healing them.
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Lindevailë Tindómë lands and curtsies to the cleric soul. "The peace it brings to the city's spirit is the greatest reward", she thanks the soul in return.
"Voices of souls, drifting in waves" she says, watching the apparitions fading around the Pathfinders. "But how soon is his soon? I sense no evil yet", she wonders the priest soul's warning.
Lindevailë clearly forgot one of the first lessons in Pathifnder training: don't tempt fate out loud.
For the moment's respite is broken with the sounds of screams and alarm bells rushing back, carried along with a powerful gust of wind and pouring red rain. Several Puddles residents flee past the you, shouting and screaming.
A ghost! At the docks. They're hurling knives everywhere!
Mayhem I tell ya. Peeple gettn stabbed in the backs
so much violence. someone's gotta stop it!