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Keen eyes observe the swimming beast as it charges their boat. Only then does Abramov realize that he shouldn't be studying the damn thing while it's on its way to destroy their boat!
He then leans to the side and assists Halsanna in getting back onboard.
"Trouble!" The doctor sounded tense as he hissed out the word under his breath. A hand pointed out the approaching shape.
Updated. Might be a bit slow, been shot down by a throat infection that's temporarily draining my will to live. .. 26 degrees celcius and I get a frikkin' throat infection! >> edit: is it possible to pick a mithril chain shirt over a +1 armor? With Abramov' crazy dex modifier when chucking potions, it would be a waste to get a +1 armor only to then replacing it when some money opens up :)
Efficient Quiver - http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/e-g/effic ient-quiver
I say the weapon goes to Halsanna. A +1 on att/dmg to someone who makes two attacks a round sounds splendid. The armor should go to the frontliners - Kalam and Abramov. The cloaks should go to the most vulnerable members - Mezzen and Halsanna. But I'm of the thought that one should fortify keyroles first, secondary roles second ^^ .. in the end, I'm fine either way, since Abramov is good as long as he gets to chuck a potion.
Annoyed by the suggestion, the doc eyes the gnome and then Kalam. "If I had a never-ending vault of gold I'd try my hand at making it, but it's a tad too specific for its cost. In our line of work it might come in handy, but I'd rather spend the gold on something else .. if I had the gold."
The doctor had gone to his room to relax with a cup of tea. There he was, sitting on his bed, wondering where he had gone wrong, how it came to be that he had to face inhuman monstrosities that were all too happy to tear him apart.
"It beats me. I think the man is only going to get worse until we do something about the Sin Well."
Kalam notices Abramov eyeing him. "You'd almost think he could function as a compass if we took him along."
Abramov tags along with Kalam. The man must know something useful .. he isn't being kept around by the consortium just because of his pleasant personality.
Abramov listens and nods. Kalam pretty much just said it all. "A back entrance is a necessity or else it will turn into a grinder. And seeing what those things can do, it will result in casualties."
"They obviously lack brains. This means that we can come up with a plan to outwit them to see us through to our objective .. now, for a plan .."
"I'm out of here!" and like that, the doctor turns around and tries to get away from the menacing horde of monstrosities.
Abramov flaps open his coat, presenting the wand to Kalam. The wand of cure light wounds, of course.
The doc puts away his scalpel and proceeds to bring forth two vials of acid, one for each hand. "We best take position.."
Frantically the doctor stabs away at the dying beast, hoping to end its sick and twisted life once and for all. .. not counting the prone bonus/penalty and whatever not.
The doctor lashes out with a wicked jab.
Abramov maintains his defensive posture, but he seems to be rather intimidated by the creature's ferocity.
Not to nitpick, but when you're grappling someone, you first get to do a maintain check before you opt to do something else, such as attacking or using grapple to do damage. The maintain is done with a +5 on the roll. But I'm not going to complain. I've hated the grappling rules in 3.5 and they're still pretty terrible in PF :p
The doc was caught in the savage embrace of the beast. Adapting a more or less defensive posture - for whatever it was worth - he stabbed away at the creature.
The doctor ducks to avoid a claw aimed at his throat, only to then having to dodge a wicked bite. The creature's aggressive assault resulted in an opening and a dagger went forth to exploit it.
A combination of agility and magical shielding keeps Abramov out of harm's way. For now. He did the one thing he could and that was to fight back.
The doctor's reaction is to chuck down the contents of a tiny vial. After that, all he can do is wait for them to come forward and attack.
Professional interest in the exact nature of the carnage began to fade as it became more and more clear they'd have to face whatever caused it.
"You're mad." And with that, the doctor continued onwards.
The doctor's brows dipped down and he looked at his companions with a frown. "Big claws, inhuman strength. I do not like where this is going. We're in a sewer on a wild goose hunt, stuck in a system of narrow tunnels that we don't know, chasing a cult of killers who apparently have rigged the tunnels with traps AND there is a beast out there that can tear us apart with ease."
The doctor kneels and studies the bits of rotten meat. Ah, reminds me of a Sczarni rip-deal gone wrong..
"If they haven't heard us coming by now.." and he sighs, knowing that they're walking into a trap wide-eyed stupid.
After being patched up by divine energy, Abramov takes his place at the head of the colum again and moves onwards. This time a little more wary..
Completely oblivious to the trap, so intent on looking ahead for danger that he barely noticed the all consuming flames until it was too late, Abramov stumbled forward until reality threw him back.
"Mother's scarf!! They'll pay for this!!"" the doctor hissed in a mix of anger, frustration and surprise. Oh, and a good amount of pain.
With drawn daggers - you never know when you need to throw one - the doctor leads the way through filth and decay. With Ceinwynn's light illuminating the way, what could go wrong? A lot he thought to himself. Best be quiet now.. and like that, he stealthily moved forward.
"Sure, if I saw a damn I would. Also, I can't discern between a turd and the imprint of a boot, so there might be that as well. You best stay close behind me."
"Argh! Mom's scarf will be ruined if we enter the sewer .. this better be worth it .." the doc whined. He then continued on forward, taking the lead.
"Yes, yes, yes! I'm going, I'm going!" the doctor says with an agitated voice. He then falls in behind Kalam, ready to roll.
"Are we all good? Let's get any healing done before we move on." the doctor says while scanning their surroundings. With no obvious threats in sight he uncorks a vial containing a hissing liquid and downs it with one gulp. Whatever it was, it didn't do much to better his mood. He shook his head from side to side as if something was stuck to it and then rapidly blinked a couple of times.
Abramov slides in behind the last guardsman and starts stabbing. With only one guard left, this fight seemed pretty much over.
The combination of a wicked halberd and a magic-induced frenzy make for a fearsome opponent, but also one that's easy to hit. With precision the doctor strikes, applying lethal force to the lower back of the guard.
Seeing their fortunes collapse like a house of cards as yet another group of magic-induced lunatics approach them, Abramov realises that this day will be one filled with blood. Lots and lots of blood.
"Let's do the obvious thing and check out the alley she disappeared into? I fear we'll encounter more roadblocks on our way to the runewell.." Abramov checked his gear, tightened the straps of his armor and made sure the potion bottles are where they should be. All ready, he gives his companions a look that screams let's go let's go!
Mid-sentence, halfway in between explaining the various uses of one's mother, Abramov stops moving and cursing. He looks mightily confused, moves his gaze over his own body and shakes his head as if something is stuck in it, then slaps himself repeatedly on the cheek. "Okay, wow, whatever is causing these problems is of quite formidable power .. are you ok, Kalam?"
> Kalam. The words came first, the dagger came second. "I'm gonna cut you up like the dog you are!" Abramoved snapped at Kalam. The deadly hiss of steel followed as he tried to stab the man.
The doctor reaches for his scalpel and goes to town on one of the unlucky sailors. Abramov does know mercy, but when his life is at stake he somehow has a hard time finding it.
Abramov runs forward, grabs a vial and then throws it at a man in the middle of the group. Going by his quick calculations, he should be able to hit at least five of them. A snap of the wrist and the vial was free as a bird, flying towards its destination.
The doctor falls in behind Kalam. Desperately he tries to keep his nerves under control. The urge to sneak around the block and find himself staring at the woman's back, with dagger in hand, throbs like a painful reminder of how vulnerable they are right now - walking past her, possibly straight into a trap. But sometimes you need to do things the wide-eyed stupid way.
Abramov looks around and momentarily wonders what he could do to subdue the riots. The answer? Little.
Abramov packs up.Before he goes, he gives all his vials a good shake, checking the level of murkiness to see if there's nothing wrong with them. All seems well and he joins the others. "The act of killing is almost always a clinical one. The instrument of death, the method of applying the mortal stroke and of course all the other details such as place and time, are all things thought through before the actual event happens. Deducing from the fact these boys and girls are trying to use a runewell, either it is located around the dock area and thus the effect is felt strongest there, or their target is there and they've focused their resources on the dock area. The best disguise for a killer is when everyone around him is just as much of a killer.."
Abramov doesn't write down the name of this bookstore in his book, but instead carves it into his mind. He listens to Ursus and raises his hands in an apologetic manner as he leaves the room.
The doctor has taken his notebook out and is busy scribbling down notes. All of this information is oh so interesting and exciting! Sure, his daughter was kidnapped and or dead by now, but still!
Abramov watches how Kalam fires away a barrage of questions at the man. For now he's asking the right questions and that gives Abramov some time to think about what this ritual might be and how it works.
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