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Kenton nearly trips over the rug in the room as he closes. Xavien protects himself with magic while Corran tries to nullify her. He feels his magic being resisted, as if she herself has mystical defenses: and then and she barely resists! ROUND 1:
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Xavien protects himself with magic while Corran tries to nullify her. He feels his magic being resisted, as if she herself has mystical defenses: and then and she barely resists! ROUND 1:
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She immediately takes a defensive step as she begins a complex spell. The barghest cuts in front of her. Every few seconds, though not with any discernable rhythm, it vanishes in and out of existence. ROUND 1:
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Xavien gets as far as "My dear, I onl.." when she interrupts. "I applaud the disguise, but next time send a professional." Xavien does manage to identify the barghest, an outsider that resists mundane weapons and has some innate spells ready to go. INITIATIVE:
Xavien doesn't find anything in his quick search. With disguise in place, he leads the party upstairs. An overstuffed divan and ottoman squat near the top of the stone stairs descending from this room in the northeast corner. Several low couches and benches, all cushioned and draped with rugs and tapestries, are scattered around the room. A low desk leans against the west wall, laden with papers and books. There, a woman who looks much like the one Xavien is impersonating is toying with an elderly man. With her is a beastial companion. This snarling, canine beast pads forward on all fours, its slender front limbs looking more like hands than a wolf’s paws. She looks up and snarls, "Nazinina! What have I told you about interrupting my play time?!"? DM:
Skipping the door they know to hold the mistress of this hellhole, the party moves to the western side.
For once, nothing haunted, slimy, undead, or disease ridden bursts forth...
This large office has two short desks at the south end of the room and a series of cabinets against the east wall. Narrow wooden doors stand in the north and west walls. The desks and floor are strewn with discarded scraps of flesh and cracked bones, giving the room a ghastly smell.
Xavien determines that it smells really bad Aurelia opts for covering the rear more than pushing to the tower.
Within are four doses of some type of poison.
Xavien finds only a waterproof satchel. There's something inside, but checking it out requires unpinching his nose.
Xavien dumps nearly a bandolier's worth of alchemist's fire down the pit. If you thought the smell in this place couldn't get any worse, you'd be wrong.
Xavien blasts the swarm. Most twist and wriggle, but quite a few fry. A moment later Ianthe sends them tumbling. Fewer than half remain at the bottom of the pit. They seem to be unable to climb either! ROUND 2:
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DM: Swarm: 43
ROUND 2:
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Kenton's fire strikes the swarm, but does minimal damage unfortuantely. Kenton, now the closest meal, becomes the target of the swarming rot grubs: ROUND 2:
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Corran pulls his sister back as Aurelia's spell fails to do anything to the swarm
Ianthe opens the door again, keeps her lunch internal, and lets fly with a massive spell: Only a small proportion of grubs are destroyed, mostly the ones on the surface. The rest pour over Corran and Ianthe like a wave. They begin to burrow into the soft flesh of the noble's skin... ROUND 1:
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Ianthe opens the door again, keeps her lunch internal, and lets fly with a massive spell: Only a small proportion of grubs are destroyed, mostly the ones on the surface. The rest pour over Corran and Ianthe like a wave. They begin to burrow into the soft flesh of the noble's skin... ROUND 1:
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Kenton opens the door. As soon as the door to the room is opened, a tide of rot grubs spills out onto the slaughterhouse floor. INITIATIVE:
ROUND 1:
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DM:
The party moves again to the door, and the stench is overwhelming.
Xavien moves to the eastern tower door and opens it. Several elaborate rugs of Keleshite design adorn the floors here, with additional rugs hanging from pegs driven into the brick walls. A stone staircase ascends to the northeast and a door stands in the south wall atop a few steep steps.
The man nods, "Can we have a secret knock so that I know it's you when you return? She can change shape and beguile the mind..."
Corran determines that the man has seen some serious abuse
Even with the cracked rubber edging, the smell of rotten meat is particularly strong outside the door to this room. When KEnton cracks the door, it's nearly overwhelming.
There are no other points of egress from this room. I don't know much. There are two blue, horned, evil women. I heard you fight one of them. I don't know where the other is. It's all I've seen here. The potion seems to work immediately, but the man appears not to be hale even in a healthier state. As you prepare to move on he adds, "I see them come from upstairs sometimes. The eastern tower seems to be where they reside."
He seems a bit more hale, but he's certainly a noncombatant. He's also clearly torn between hope and despair depending on the breath. He beseeches you to leave him here until you find his father...
The man can barely stand. He's severely wounded.
The man, still scared to the point of soiling himself, gives an account. He reports taht his name is Erdmond Navin, and that he's a simple banker who was bedeviled by a blue skinned woman. I snapped out of it yesterday and made a run for it. He suffered a serious wound while climbing down from the catwalk. he made it into this room, but he is now afraid to leave and is suffering from a disease contracted from Soraya’s touch. "Please, my father is upstairs. He's still ....hers. Please, rescue him." Xavien:
You don't think he's lying. DM:
The door is easy to open. Inside is a man, cowering in the corner. He looks like he hasn't changed clothes in weeks, and he is on the verge of starvation. "GAH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
The door seems safe, but there's a sound of... whimpering? that you didn't notice before the last two combats.
Xavien's blade passes through and rips the spirit from this world! Its deleterious effects remain however...
Corran tries to attack it on a different level: It stops the spirit fast for a moment! ROUND 5:
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Xavien's slash is a bit more effective, but it's still not as effective as it would be against a body. KEnton presses, stabbing the spirit once to minor effect. The spirit works its grotesque attacks, turning stomachs and making the agents shout groceries. ROUND 4:
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Xavien's slash is a bit more effective, but it's still not as effective as it would be against a body. KEnton presses, stabbing the spirit once to minor effect. The spirit works its grotesque attacks, turning stomachs and making the agents shout groceries. ROUND 4:
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KEnton presses, stabbing the spirit once to minor effect. The spirit works its grotesque attacks, turning stomachs and making the agents shout groceries. ROUND 4:
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DM: Spirit: 16
The spirit works its grotesque attacks, turning stomachs and making the agents shout groceries. ROUND 4:
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DM: Spirit: 13
Kenton clears his head and seizes the advantage. ROUND 3:
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DM: Spirit: 13
Xavien's cut slows down a bit as it passes through the spirit, though the effect is less than he'd like. Meanwhile Corran continues to provide support. Almost as a kneejerk reaction, Ianthe hurls a magical web that passes through the sliming spirit. Kenton backs away as Xavien moves too. The spirit lashes out at Ianthe:
ROUND 3:
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DM: Spirit: 9
Almost as a kneejerk reaction, Ianthe hurls a magical web that passes through the sliming spirit. Kenton backs away as Xavien moves too. The spirit lashes out at Ianthe:
ROUND 3:
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DM: Spirit:
Corran is at a complete loss, but he knows how to inspire! ROUND 2:
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DM: Spirit:
Corran is at a complete loss, but he knows how to inspire! ROUND 2:
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DM: Spirit:
With an unholy scream of hatred and pain, the creature flies forth, passing through Xavien, Aurelia, and Kenton. ROUND 2:
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DM: Spirit:
A festering spirit! festering spirit arises when a vile person’s corpse is put in a mass grave, or when such a person is buried, exhumed, and placed in a charnel house or ossuary. The lingering hatred and evil of the dead mixes with the worst remnants of dozens of other people, creating a frustrated incorporeal shade of sickness, hate, and rot. Powerful mortals might arise as multiple festering spirits, each spawned from a different aspect of the original creature’s personality. You've seen their most potent and dangerous ability. These are also incorporeal. ROUND 2:
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DM: Spirit: [dice=Check]d20
With an unholy scream of hatred and pain, the creature flies forth, passing through Xavien, Aurelia, and Kenton. ROUND 2:
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DM: Spirit:
The party steps in to investigate. The bodies are naked and they seem... drained. Reality around them begins to shimmer and change color. From the remains a spirit rises! This ghostlike creature reeks of the grave and drips with putrescent goo. INITIATIVE:
With an all clear the team opens the door. The walls of this room are painted a stark white, and a single massive meat hook dangles from the ceiling in the center of the room. Although the room is large, its thickly padded walls give it a close, claustrophobic feel. A heavy double door leads out of this room to the north. Four round, grimy windows pierce the south wall, twelve feet above the floor. Several humanoid corpses are piled on the floor beneath the windows.
Satisfied that he has both foiled the trap and baited any foes,
Xavioen drags her out. He avoids the sharps, only to find that she had nothing of note on her. It settles in that any other foes in this building know you're here.
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