He excitedly states mostly to Sylvara, "I agree, my fists can simply knock them out should they choose to be a traitor. Guriok can help with that too. But I love having a lion on our side! Sylvara does he speak or understand us?" He grows nonchalant with his question.
"On a rudimentary level he does. I won't say like you an me, but I believe intent is key" she looks over to the lion and chuckles "Just don't expect finesse from him, he may be big, but he's still not... Mature" she laughs, causing the lion to simply tilt his head in confusion
She gets bull rushed by Fergus and does not resist.
She spits on the ground, then states, "I would prefer to kill them but I abide by your decision."
As the one is knocked out and the other dealt with by Fergus he goes over to the lion, kneels and states, "You are a fierce vision of primal power and elegance. May Iomedae bless you."
She snarls and states, "No she was the other way. Deeper into the outpost. There should be only at most 7 more here. The first two I can get to stand down."
The small creature was showing him the respect he deserved, the lion nods and puts a pawn on the back of the small reptilian thing infront of him
Xantor offers to go back and get the 'civilians'.
"As long as we subdue any and all hostile activity. We can not be delayed to return to our crusader comrades on the surface"
He smiles and waits for the paw to be removed before standing. He asks, "May I use prestidigitation to clean your fur?"
Hated Target (Su): The phantom can take a move action to designate one creature within its line of sight as a hated target. The phantom gains a +2 bonus on attack rolls against its hated target, and a bonus on damage rolls equal to 1/2 the phantom’s Hit Dice (minimum 1). The phantom is so focused on this hated target that it takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls against all other creatures. The phantom can maintain these bonuses against only one target at a time, and these bonuses remain in effect until either the hated opponent is dead or it has been out of the phantom’s line of sight for at least 1 minute. When the spiritualist reaches 7th level, the phantom can use this ability as a swift action, and takes no penalty when attacking creatures that are not designated as its hated enemy. The phantom must be manifested in ectoplasmic form to use this ability (unless the spiritualist is 17th level or higher; see Shared Hatred below).
Captain Fergus, eyes still filled with simmering rage as he looks at the woman, "Get out of my sight while my crew figures out what to do with you. Tell us where the fiends down here are located so they receive my ire instead of you."
He smiles and waits for the paw to be removed before standing. He asks, "May I use prestidigitation to clean your fur?"
"Just be careful, he's very picky about his mane. And he doesn't understand difficult concepts like magic, sure, you can clean him" she nods towards him, as the large lion simply sits down and waits patiently for this supposed gift
"We may take them with is, but I'm still not sure leaving a Villian like her behind us is such a good idea. She sounds like the petty type and she could make our lives very difficult going forward if left alone"
She takes the lead assuming you want out.
H13. Rat Nest (CR 2)
An old iron ladder, bolted into the wall and covered in rust, leads down a hole to the south of this foul-smelling room.
She soothes the rats and they follow her almost like dogs.
Creatures: The shredded cloth is a nest for three advanced dire rats. Wenduag befriended and left them to guard the surface approach to the lair. The rats viciously attack anyone not accompanied by a mongrel, but otherwise attack only in self defense.
H14. Upper Guard Post (CR 3)
A rusted iron door sits in the center of the eastern wall of this small chamber. A copper brazier hangs from the ceiling above a flimsy wooden table.
Creatures: Two mongrelmen guards take shifts in this room.
Sending speaks with them and they join the progression. Wendi then states, "Defeat the dretches and they will join under me. Two more blades for your cause."
Onyx casts the spell and begins to slowly clean the lion's flank first, back, and finally the mane. He offers, "We should go collect the other mongrel men. They should be more blades for our cause. I only knocked out the other four. I can also channel and bring them too. They will be bruised and if they swear fealty then we can heal them fully at the end of the 'day'."
Preacher whispers to Guriok, "Do you mind holding back a minute with me. Once she is out sight for a minute or so the captain will have released the focused rage towards her during our brief fight with her. Would you be okay with toasting with the captain if it was water in the cup you hold instead of grog rum? That might distract him from thinking about her, than we can catch up with the others."
"When you say Dretches? Do you mean it derogatory or actual fiends?" she asks the peculiar mongrel woman
She states in a sadistic way, "We mean some actual fiends. The structure in the center of the room is actually a crude maze, constructed by the mongrels to create a defense against intruders from the surface to their lair. Before Hosilla’s arrival, the mongrels kept several bloated sewer rats in the maze to attack intruders, but when Hosilla arrived, she placed a pair of dretch demons here instead..."
H15. Dretch Maze (CR 4)
This large chamber must have once been a cistern for the sewer system. Walls made of identical stone blocks hold up a lofty ceiling reinforced with elegant stone arches, while the center of the room contains a more recent-looking structure made of brick walls that reach from floor to ceiling.
"Captain, you have yet to toast with Guriok. Would you be up to doing that now. You could toast to killing dretch fiends we just learned are down here somewhere."
"Aye, that woman is a nuisance, but she is no fiend."
Captain Fergus walks to Preacher and retrieves his two drinking cups from the backpack.
Preacher puts out his hand to the captain, "If it would be okay, I will hold Guriok's cup and deliver it to him after you have filled it with grog, Captain."
The phantom assents to the request, "You're not a bloody cabin boy! But your request is granted, Priest of the Fallen."
Fergus fills the two cups, one in his left hand and the other in Preacher's right hand, with grog. He then turns around to face Guriok.
Preacher sleight of hands drinks the grog, then fills the cup he is holding with water from his waterskin, and walks over and hands the cup to Guriok.
The captain makes a shorter toast than yesterday, "Fiends to slay! We are going to slay bloody dretches this day!"
"You guys handle the Dretches and I will go make sure the area stays safe from behind as Xantor brings up the Civilians?" As he finishes cleaning the lion and adding a sandlewood smell to him. He then walks by the group and begins cleaning each of them and adding different smells.
Xantor nods. "I'll do my best."
Xantor goes back and collects the civilians. Once they have caught up with the group the others were to deal with the dretches...
Onyx returns with ten mongrel men and three other limp forms.
"Fiends to find and slay. Do not let any live. We will kill them all this day."
She soothes her dire rats, petting them like dogs. The rats are the size of large dogs, so...
Sylvara checks one path, Fergus another, and Guriok a third way. Then the rest of you hear Guriok or at least the dretches as they squeal and charge him!
Bengi
Fergus
Preacherelius
Guriok
Sylvara
Xantor
Onyx
skeleton
maggot
[Dice]1d20 - maggots
22 Xantor
19Guriok
18 Preacherelius
9 green
8Sylvara
4 Fergus
4 red
2 blue
Round 1
The two dretches attack or cast a spell upon Guriok!
This creature’s bloated frame shudders with each heaving step, yet despite its shape, the thing moves with surprising quickness.
Dretch CR 2
Source Pathfinder RPG Bestiary pg. 60
XP 600
CE Small outsider (chaotic, demon, evil, extraplanar)
Init +0; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5
Defense
AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+3 natural, +1 size)
hp 18 (2d10+7)
Fort +5, Ref +0, Will +3
DR 5/cold iron or good; Immune electricity, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10
Offense
Speed 20 ft.
Melee 2 claws +4 (1d4+1), bite +4 (1d4+1)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 2nd)
1/day—cause fear (DC 11), stinking cloud (DC 13), summon (level 1, 1 dretch 35%)
Statistics
Str 12, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 5, Wis 11, Cha 11
Base Atk +2; CMB +2; CMD 12
Feats Toughness
Skills Escape Artist +5, Perception +5, Stealth +9
Languages Abyssal (cannot speak); telepathy 100 ft. (limited to Abyssal-speaking targets)
Ecology
Environment any (Abyss)
Organization solitary, pair, gang (3–5), crowd (6–12), or mob (13+)
Treasure none
Description
Even the lowest demons of the Abyss are dangerous and filled with a driving need to spread ruin and dismay. The lowly dretch is as hideous and foul as it is cruel, even if it lacks the strength and power to realize its need to brutalize others in its native realm. The lot of the dretch’s existence is to serve more powerful demons as victims, and only the lucky few survive long enough to evolve.
The dretch is a favorite target for dabblers in Abyssal summonings to call forth. Relatively weak and easy to bully, dretches can often be pressured into long periods of servitude with only vague promises of the opportunity to vent their frustrations and anger on softer foes. Yet the prospective dretch-summoner would do well to remember that these demons are as craven and untrustworthy as they come. A dretch faced with a more powerful foe is only too eager to trade what it knows for its pitiful excuse for a life.
Unlike most demons, a dretch’s slovenly personality and disdain for prolonged physical labor rarely result in success. Advanced dretches are rare, but those who do find it within themselves to be more than they were at creation often become the pauper-kings of the Abyss, cruel and bitter in their rule over vermin, broken souls, mindless undead, and other dretches. Their empires are confined to abandoned stretches of sewers under backwater cities, unstable reaches of swampland avoided by more sensible minds, and other undesirable corners of the Abyss that even demons find uncomfortable or foul. Yet to the dretch lords, these realms are their empires, and they defend them with a pitiful tenacity.
A dretch stands 4 feet tall and weighs 180 pounds. Dretches typically form from the souls of slothful, evil mortals—yet it only takes a small fragment of a soul to trigger such a hideous birth. A single soul can often trigger the manifestation of a small army of dretches, and the sight of a horde of fresh-birthed dretches pulling free from the heaving protomatter of the Abyss is a nauseating and terrifying one indeed.
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Cause Fear
Source PRPG Core Rulebook pg. 252
School necromancy [emotion, fear, mind-affecting]; Level adept 1, antipaladin 1, arcanist 1, bard 1, bloodrager 1, cleric 1, inquisitor 1, medium 1, mesmerist 1, occultist 1, oracle 1, psychic 1, shaman 1, skald 1, sorcerer 1, spiritualist 1, warpriest 1, witch 1, wizard 1
Casting
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Effect
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one living creature with 5 or fewer HD
Duration 1d4 rounds or 1 round; see text
Saving Throw Will partial; Spell Resistance yes
Description
The affected creature becomes frightened. If the subject succeeds on a Will save, it is shaken for 1 round. Creatures with 6 or more HD are immune to this effect. Cause fear counters and dispels remove fear.
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Stinking Cloud
Source PRPG Core Rulebook pg. 349
School conjuration (creation) [poison]; Level arcanist 3, bloodrager 3, magus 3, shaman 3, sorcerer 3, summoner (unchained) 3, witch 3, wizard 3
Casting
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (a rotten egg or cabbage leaves)
Effect
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Effect cloud spreads in 20-ft. radius, 20 ft. high
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw Fortitude negates; see text; Spell Resistance no
Description
Stinking cloud creates a bank of fog like that created by fog cloud, except that the vapors are nauseating. Living creatures in the cloud become nauseated. This condition lasts as long as the creature is in the cloud and for 1d4+1 rounds after it leaves. (Roll separately for each nauseated character.) Any creature that succeeds on its save but remains in the cloud must continue to save each round on your turn. This is a poison effect.
"I need to help the others", Xantor explains. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
The oracle squares his face with determination as he carefully steps to meet with the other adventurers.
Captain Fergus, hearing the sounds of dretches from the way Guriok heads that way.
Preacher runs to aid his orc-blooded & human-blooded friend, getting his starknife in hand, and ready to throw it at any threats he sees engaging Guriok in melee.
Surprise Round
Guriok moves towards the dretches he sees. Unfortunately they see and hear him too. They hit him with spells.
Round 1
Guriok flees and the dretches follow.
Xantor double moves...
As Guriok runs past Preacher he readies his attack again. Seeing the first one appear he throws his starknife into it.
Two green dretches appear and come after Preacher. One strikes and cuts him.
Captain Fergus acts after green moves.
Preacher readies to fight.
Sylvara and Fergus!
Round 2
The oracle enters the enemy base and finds Guriok in flight.
Before the dretches close into melee with him, Preacher tosses his starknife at the first one that came into his view.
"Die, fiendish scum!"
"Five of the fiends so far. Get here quick!!"
"Lure them out into the open so the lion is not left out of the fun, Preacher."
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Round 1
Both Preacher and Fergus strike the dark green demon. Then they see the others follow.
Preacher Will DC 11
Fort DC 13 (x2) or be nauseated if within 20 feet of Preacher!
Round 2
Xanotor gets in the room, Guriok stops and almost vomits at the smell of the gas. He merely moves a few feet in his continued fleeing.
Round 3
Xantor siddles up next to the giant lion, with a respectful amount of distance.
Guriok saves
+4
Sylvara saves
+11
Guriok stops instead of fleeing.
Preacher makes a fighting withdrawal and starts to flee...
Fergus, "No!! Blasted Hell! Someone catch Preacher before he gets too far away from me!"
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She advances into the maze, sword ready as she brings it down on the dretch, ending the abomination
"Suffer not the demon to live" she recites in her advance