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"It is very bad, and sad," Anivash agrees. "But maybe his unfinished business was to do with the slavers, and what has happened to those who've died. It's also possibly his good intentions -- twisted -- led him to kill, though if he kept you alive, I don't think so. Maybe we should see if we can learn more about what he had learned. Did he live here, or is there somewhere else he may have had information?"
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Anivash moves closer, limping badly. "Pharasma isn't calling you yet, but what is happening here? How did you end up trapped here with all these foul creatures?"
Anivash punches at the nearest zombie and then steps back, retreating to put some space between himself and the deadly undead. "Be careful, they are deadly," Anivash warns.
Anivash moves in and unleahses a pair of swift punches, using the first to knock aside the skeletal creature's guarding arm and then aiming for its ribs with the second. "This is a perversion of what the Lady of Graves wants," he cries out.
Anivash nods, looking back over his shoulder once again. "Maybe we can use a rope to pull the door open, so no one is under it if it falls?" he suggests. "Of course, my only rope is our way out of here, so if anyone else has some?"
Anivash nods and moves toward the other entrance; he continues to look up and over his shoulder, concerned the whole area may trap them all.
Anivash moves cautiously, looking around for any signs of collapse or other trouble ... but mostly collapse.
"I have a climbing kit," Anivash says, pulling it out, but I don't think there's enough for everyone. Once the others are ready, he shudders and then begins to descend into the cave-like area. This will not collapse on us. We are in a city, and the darkness will not claim us here. Still, his climb is fraught with tension and he nearly falls twice before descending.
Climbing kit: This satchel includes 50 feet of hemp rope, some pulleys, a dozen pitons, a hammer, a grappling hook, and one set of crampons. Climbing kits allow you to attach yourself to the wall you’re climbing, moving half as quickly as usual (minimum 5 feet) but letting you attempt a DC 5 flat check whenever you critically fail to prevent a fall. You gain a +1 item bonus to Athletics checks to Climb while utilizing an expert climbing kit. A single kit has only enough materials for one climber; each climber needs their own kit.
Ord points out the moths as corpse flies, which are drawn to meat and rotting corpses, and also that the other insects are death’s-head moths. The moths, he says, are sacred to Urgathoa, goddess of gluttony, disease, and undeath. They're indigenous on the Isle of Kortos, but their presence here seems like more than a coincidence. He also says the wounds that cover the body and caused his death came from claws.
The dwarf points out that the symbol is in fact Milani's, not Asmodeus'. "That's about as different as you can be, lad," he says.
Anivash agrees that they will continue to try to find those sending people to Pharasma's loving embrace. "Do you have any other ideas where we should head next? Are there any hints of Urgathoan cults in the city?"
Anivash nods, agreeing with Jean's observation.
"Pharasma has claimed him," Anivash says, his voice far more cheerful than might be expected at the sight of the murder. "But we don't know who sent him to her. Why would an undead creature be interested in a former slave?"
Quick stats: HP 9/20 AC 14, touch 13 Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5 Spell points: 3/3 Effects:
Again kicking at it as quickly as he can, Anivash continues his assault on the ooze, pounding away at it repeatedly.
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HP 9/20 AC 14, touch 13 Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5 Spell points: 3/3 Effects: 1 persistent damage (DC 15) Anivash, starting to look the worse for the wear as his wounds begin to accumulate, kicks again at the ooze, but the slime hampering him seems to throw off his aim badly.
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HP 16/20 AC 14, touch 13 Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5 Spell points: 3/3 Effects: 1 persistent damage (DC 15) "Thank you," Anivash says as Grimkell quickly blots his wounds to stop the bleeding He edges forward and kicks at the ooze.
I'll be working day shifts this coming week, which will throw off my schedule. I usually can still find time to post in my games I'm playing in, as that usually requires less time than GM'ing, but if I'm holding things up, please feel free to DMPC me.
Anivash easily makes his way up the stairs.
"Can you tell us anymore about these underground slavers? Was there anything specific that made him fear that?" Anivash says, giving a little shudder at the idea of being underground. It was a long time ago, and Pharasma didn't want you, like the others ... You are here, where the sun can find you...
Anivash looks at his others. "That is perhaps one of the Muckruckers we are looking for?" he points out. "Perhaps we should go see if she needs help? She might be more willing to help us in return then."
"Do you need help?" he calls out as he moves toward the door.
"Is this all of them then?" Anivash asks Fazgyn. He glances at the journal. "We know at least one is a victim, but we should see if Pharasma has gathered the others to her bosom as well," he agrees. "But perhaps we should look around first, to try to determine how this journal got here. Perhaps this kobold can tell us when it wakes."
"Do not give him Pharasma's gift yet," Anivash calls out, closing to strike with open-handed blows. "I am sorry," he tells the kobold, regret clear in his voice. "I cannot send you to the peace of the goddess yet."
I'll be in NYC on Sunday and Monday and probably pretty busy Tuesday, so after today may not be able to post until Wednesday.
"May this be the day death comes for us!" Anivash cheerfully exults to his companions as he rushes forward to help Robert, rounding the corner and closing with the nearest kobold before striking out with a flurry of blows
Anivash agrees with Nalshene for the most part. "Of course, if we are lucky enough that Pharasma really has chosen to call us home, it won't matter how carefully we look," he says cheerfully. He does try to get any more information he can about the loud oaf and the other man, though.
"What friend wandered off?" Anivash asks. He glances askance at Grimkell, edging away from him, as he calls the kobolds vermin while in their midst. Perhaps he truly wishes to meet Pharasma now?
Anivash's smile fades a bit at the new assignment, along with concern and frustration that they didn't really succeed at their previous one. Into the sewers? Is this the time Pharasma will keep me to her bosom? That is where she found me before, in that cave, but she chose not to take me home then... Still, out loud, he only asks, "Is there a way to let them know we are Pathfinders, so there are no misunderstandings with the kobolds?"
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HP 20/20 AC 14, touch 13 Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5 Spell points: 2/3 Effects: courageously inspired (+1/+1) Anivash throws more punches at the foe, though this time he aims to merely knock him out, not kill him.
Do you want us to update with the changes to skills (removing signature skills doesn't really matter at this level, but I'll have an additional skill or two or three and I assume others will have some more too)?
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HP 20/20 AC 14, touch 13 Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5 Spell points: 2/3 Effects: courageously inspired (+1/+1) Anivash grunts as the stone hits him. Smiling, he tries to leap over the Barbers, to get behind them, but can't seem to find the lift. Landing instead in front of them, he throws a quick series of fists. As he strikes, he lets out a yell that almost seems to ripple in the air.
"We expect a fight, yes?" Anivash asks. If the others agree:
The young Vudran reaches into a pouch, pulling out a small jar of paint. Quickly he blackens under his eyes, and rubs a small amount of white down the center of his face, transforming his already gaunt visage to look almost skull-like. "When you are all ready," he says. "Remember, we should not grant them Pharasma's embrace, as we need to find out what they know. But if it is our turn to die, maybe the goddess embrace us all." Though the words seem somewhat ominous, they're offered in a cheery voice, as if he thinks we should be lucky enough to die.
Anivash sees nothing, and his brow furrows at his companions' comments.
Anivash's face darkens at the humiliation of the poor boy. She is worse than the Barbers we hunt. They at least send people to Pharasma's embrace. She just makes their lives more miserable. His eyes turn to the pie shop across the street, all too close to be comfortable to a barber shop where people may be getting killed. He's heard stories of such things... He waits to see the boy's reaction to Jean's comments.
"Is there no one else here who might be able to help us?" Anivash asks politely. His watches her, trying to see if her eyes might betray any answer she gives with a glance -- perhaps at the boy sweeping...
Anivash can't help but feel as if he must stick out more than anyone, despite his lack of weapons. After all, he thinks, rubbing his bald pate, it makes little sense for him to be in any sort of barbershop. He starts to open his mouth to ask a question of his own, but closes it quickly as Nalshene takes the lead. He stands ready, wondering if today will be the day Pharasma blesses them and takes them all into her arms. He looks around casually to see if there's anything of note.
Anivash wracks his brain, trying to think of where he might be able to find these Barbers.
"Is there a place we're most likely to find some of these low-ranking members of the Barbers?" Anivash asks.
A wiry -- almost gaunt, painfully so -- Vudrani man approaches, looking around. He wears simple linen clothes, a tunic and pants, dyed black. A simple wooden medallion hangs from his neck, a spiral carved onto both of its surfaces. He wears a laden backpack, but has no visible weaponry, not even a belt knife. "He may not need saving at all," the man -- barely more than a boy, to be honest -- notes. "If Our Lady of Graves has claimed him, he is now in a better place, and is at peace. Still, if it wasn't his time, perhaps it would be good to find who is responsible. "Oh," he adds, blinking. "I'm Anivash." |