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Deceitful lamia wrote:

AAAAGGGHH!! YOU BASTARDS!! curses the lamia as her strength is sapped by the black shadow leeching her life force...

"There is only one creature here of dubious parentage." The Cardinal answers laconically, as the lamia is left almost unable to move.

If her strength drain is bad enough he'll step up and CDG, if not then Johann and Zag can do the work! :)

Lucius slides his blade into the helpless lamia’s jugular vein, easing her passage into the Abyss...

UUUHHHnnnnggghh...

AAAAGGGHH!! YOU BASTARDS!! curses the lamia as her strength is sapped by the black shadow leeching her life force...

Realizing her deception isn’t working, the “imprisoned centaur” allows the illusory disguise to fade, revealing her true form—a beautiful woman from the waist up, with the centauric lower half of a lion! The shackle and chain also vanish...

If you will not come and embrace me... then I shall come to you, and steal a kiss! Hahaha!

Lucius is too old and wily to be easily deceived by such a sight. "Hold a moment Brother." He says, raising a hand. "It is more usual to offer your rescuer an embrace after you are freed. Now tell me." The Cardinal levels his gaze on the centaur, something deeply compelling in his eyes.

"What are you really?"

Using Discern Lies :D because no-one lies to the Inquisition! (Will DC19 to resist)

Will save 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14 fails!

Uh... I’m definitely not a lamia... haha!

Boga shakes as he looks upon the prisoner, "Is there no limit to the evil we find in these catacombs? Sacrifices, demons, prisoners waiting to be sacrificed..." He crosses himself without thinking as he replies in Italian to the centaur, "Oh, no! Absolutely not! Let us take a look. Perhaps we can set you free."

Any traps? Does she seem sincere?

Bluff 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16... Boga smells a trap!

Oh, thank the gods! I am rescued! Come... let me embrace and kiss you, noble heroes!

The lights from the Crusaders’ sun rods and magic weapons illuminate a female centaur at the center of this chamber! She seems to awaken from slumber as the lights fall upon her, and shields her eyes... A rattle of chain can be heard as she stirs, and one of her hooved forelegs can be seen to be bound by a shackle and short length of chain to an eye ring fixed to the center of the chamber floor...

Fearfully, in Itialian: Are... are you going to sacrifice me to one of your demons!?