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Ketra definitely twirls the dagger before flicking it back into its sheath. She holds the final pose for a moment before staggering to the side "Ugh... no more of that. Please." She looks back to the others "Now's probably the time to grab and break that bottle, in case it's bound to it somehow."

She settles on the ground and lets Sanduro tackle her wounds, ending up covered in poultices and bandages and infused with positive energy "I'd say this is overkill, but considering that thing's touch, it feels just right." She sighs "Thanks."

3hp below max will do just fine!

Blah. That's a lot of incoming damage, but there's no one else better off eating it.

Even with Silvia bolstering her, Ketra feels the lifeless chill beginning to grip her from within as blood erupts from her new wounds. She sways for a moment and then steadies herself. It's not yet time to give up. She rises into a high stance and takes long bounding strides to the side of the polong before entering a flashy series of feints and stabs. (3rd level Routine: Marche > Pique > Dart > Sting. Probably the first time using Marche, but its just a plain action to move your speed with no restrictions. 3rd level routine so the dart and pique bonuses will be supercharged...)

Pique (Bluff to Feint): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26 No penalty vs. non-humanoids, If successful, next Sting deals 3d8 bonus precision damage to target of Pique.
Dart Dagger; w/ PA: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 - 2 = 30 Damage (P): 1d4 + 9 + 3d8 ⇒ (1) + 9 + (2, 7, 6) = 25
Confirm?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Bonus Damage: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Sting Dagger; w/ PA: 1d20 + 12 - 7 ⇒ (19) + 12 - 7 = 24 Damage (P): 1d4 + 9 + 3d8 ⇒ (4) + 9 + (2, 3, 2) = 20
Confirm?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 Bonus Damage: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

!!!

Ketra grits her teeth as the ghastly claw sinks through her. Holding herself back from throwing up at the sudden writhing of her skin, she falls back upon what she practiced that morning. She infuses her dagger with her will and then launches into a cascade of feints and strikes.

Ghost Hunter as a swift to make the weapon ghost touch for 1 minute. Then 2nd level Routine: Pique > Dart > Sting

Pique (Bluff to Feint): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 No penalty vs. non-humanoids, If successful, next Sting deals 2d8 bonus precision damage to target of Pique.
Dart Dagger; w/ PA: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 - 2 = 19 Damage (P): 1d4 + 9 + 2d8 ⇒ (4) + 9 + (8, 5) = 26
Sting Dagger; w/ PA: 1d20 + 12 - 7 ⇒ (6) + 12 - 7 = 11 Damage (P): 1d4 + 9 + 2d8 ⇒ (3) + 9 + (2, 1) = 15

Sad rolls, but that's life without typical gear at this level. Hopefully that's at least a hit with the first attack.

Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 I'll take defenses beyond incorporeality if it has any.

"Oh." Ketra holds the ladle in one hand as she draws her magical dagger in the other. "It's a polong. Mirhet taught me about those. What was it? Cursed bottle, master's blood, beware the polong's.... something or other. Now I'm wishing I'd paid attention to that bit, but uh, I tuned out when she said I'd never see one near Roslar's Coffer. They're more of a Tian thing."

Will spend my surprise round to move into melee with it and ready a weapon that's effective depending on my knowledge check. I'm assuming a +1 dagger will be the most likely candidate.

Ketra nods, leading the way back through the bottom floor until she reaches the "surgery" room. She checks the door to the north, trying to think through the layout of the cathedral and getting a little puzzled that it doesn't open to the room with the bear.

Perception, searching for hazards: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Ketra immediately moves to put the barricade back in place as well. "I don't know about ending its pain. I was hoping you could cure it, but if we can't, then I... I don't know. I'm sort of relieved we're not killing it when there's a chance. But I'm also worried about it breaking out and coming after us before we can do anything." She sighs as she wedges wood back into position. "Maybe Pharasma also knows if we're doing the right thing."

I'll hold off on further actions until we know we didn't trigger anything unpleasant, but my goal is to head back around and check that last room from K12.

Ketra whispers "That's terrible Sanduro. Poor thing. I could sneak up and try to finish it off, but I wish we didn't have to."

Ketra hesitates a little more than Garret, her heart going out to this unfortunate beast. She looks to Sanduro, hoping he has a better solution than "lock it back up".

Ketra whispers "So it's another one that's been all twisted. The ghouls didn't want to deal with it, I suppose. Wait, how'd it even get in here? Unless... this place was abandoned, so maybe it was living in here?" She shrugs, not quite able to put it all together. "What do you all think, do we try to beat it, try to heal it, or just barricade it back in?"

Anything else obvious in the room its in that might hold something useful to us?

Go Nature experts! :)

Ketra side-eyes the other members of the team. She whispers "Sanduro, what's your expert opinion? Dangerous? Can we save it? Should we?" She examines it herself from the open doorway, but massive wild beasts are not her forte. Still, she tries to see if it looks like some variety of undead.

Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

"Maybe very quietly. That way we can see what it is while it's still sleeping." Ketra sizes up the barricade to see if she can disassemble it without making too much noise.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Traveling right now so I'll have map access again tomorrow evening, but in the mean time, does the door to the south lead to that surgery room we found earlier? I can't remember how far east we are.

Ketra wrinkles her nose "Last time we found a barricade, it was something really bad on the other side. Something that even the ghouls didn't want to deal with." She looks at the barricade to try to deduce if it was made recently or a long time ago.

"There we go!" Ketra slaps Garret on the back "You look like a million gold pieces." With his condition improved, Ketra makes her way back to the mural room and spends a moment checking for any changes in the fountain room before moving to the closed eastern door. She inspects it for any surprises left behind before opening it up.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

"It's got to be Silvia then." Ketra turns, looking to the tiefling hopefully. "If not, then..."

I guess the other option is for someone to have use magic device? I don't have it, but I'm starting to think it may be a good idea to get it.

"I'm with you Jando. I can't help think about more of those ghouls getting ready for us somewhere." Ketra heads over to watch as Garret incinerates the book. She pauses afterward, as if waiting for some cleric to show up out of nowhere to chastise them. "Well, you did it. Lets hope that makes a difference."

When Silvia uncovers the cache of magical scrolls, Ketra leaves them to the others. However one particularly catches her eye "That's for stopping curses, right? Maybe that'll work for you Garret! Assuming someone can actually make the magic come out of it, of course."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

"All just dry bookkeeping, huh?" Ketra puts a hand on her hip "And we have ourselves gross reading material. I wonder if that belongs to those ghouls we fought back in the big room? I don't remember if any of them came out from here."

"I definitely don't want to even touch it Garret, but I can't imagine burning it indoors is going to make our exploration any more comfortable. Do we just toss it into the fog and hope that deals with it?"

Not particularly arguing against burning it, just thinking Ketra would find it too gross of a prospect.

"I wish I knew Aquan... but the one time we had an Undine staying at the Sagely Goat, they weren't exactly the teaching sort of temperament." Ketra shakes her head at the memory as she glances around the mural-filled chamber. "Lets check that scroll library first, in case there's something useful left over we can use. Especially if there might be something to drain away cursed water."

Westward!

"Me too Sanduro. Felt a lot safer with her around." Ketra wrinkles her nose "We should stay on the ground floor first though, before we get ourselves in trouble upstairs. We should keep our eyes open for a net or something similar though, something we could use to fish whatever's in the fountain out and get a better look at it. If you're right Sanduro, I think we want to deal with it before we meet whatever its binding."

"If that's not going to work Garret, maybe we should leave it alone for now. Dipping my hands in that water to get whatever that is sounds like a bad idea for so many reasons." She thinks for a moment and then asks "Unless Sanduro, you think it's already doing its thing, controlling or helping serve as a focus for some monster that's already here. In which case, maybe we should take the risk?"

If it doesn't seem active, the vote is definitely to leave it for now.

"Sanduro? Tell me its something good, but trapped by the ick? We could use a friend or two or twenty." Ketra takes a couple steps closer, then thinks better of it, recalling the death cloud. While Sanduro does an inspection from afar, Ketra walks over to the southern doors and listens carefully to them for any lingering foes or other hazards lying in wait.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

"If that shrine we found earlier was connected to the awful fog, I don't think this'll be any better. Especially looking like that..." Ketra points at the muddy water.

Looks like there's also another exit north from this room? Is it open to the fog outside?

"Not mine either. Looks fancy though. Maybe it's a magic resisting cloak?" While Sanduro takes a peek at the cloak as well, Ketra takes a look down the corridor to the north, though she doesn't wander far. "Considering nothing else came running after our teleporting problems, maybe there isn't much left around here that's looking for trouble? At least not on this floor."

Ketra takes a moment to retrieve her dagger and check that Garret is making his way back in one piece before she heads over to Sanduro. "Rough. We're lucky they didn't teleport anyone into the ground or into the sky or something. Or worse... into that fog outside." After the healing she adds "Thanks Sanduro."

While Sanduro is preparing his spells, Ketra will take a better look at the room to the north that Silvia and Garret went through. It's suspiciously clean for a place that's been such a mess overall.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Normally, a totally empty and suspiciously clean room would be an alarm for a gelatinous cube, but I guess Silvia and Garret already entered it.

"Who knows what's waiting for us there Sanduro, might even be worse." Ketra steps to the side, covering Sanduro after he casts his spell, then lays into the red skeleton with her cestus. "Even with an even fight, we can take these things!"

Cestus; w/ PA, shaken: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 4 = 19 Damage (B): 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Cestus; w/ PA, shaken: 1d20 + 10 - 9 ⇒ (8) + 10 - 9 = 9 Damage (B): 1d4 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Ketra tries to spring away from the sudden attack, but still gets caught. Nevertheless, she turns that momentum into a whirl that then strikes back against the skeleton. She tosses her dagger aside to free up a cestus-wearing hand and then launches into her routine.

2nd level routine: Pique -> Dart -> Sting

Pique (Bluff to Feint): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28 No penalty vs. non-humanoids, If successful, next Sting deals 2d8 bonus precision damage to target of Pique.
Dart Cestus; w/ PA: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 2 = 15 Damage (B): 1d4 + 8 + 2d8 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (1, 2) = 12
Sting Cestus; w/ PA: 1d20 + 10 - 7 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 7 = 9 Damage (B): 1d4 + 8 + 2d8 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (4, 3) = 16

Maybe Zsofia can peek under them in case they're keeping undead horrors trapped. Or maybe its all a distraction? :)

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

"Ugh. Maybe or maybe not. It's hard to think about it with this smell. This place is dusty... but..." Ketra wrinkles her nose. "I'm starting to think there might be something under these cabinets. Something decaying. I kind of don't want to look, honestly."

As far as I'm imagining our positioning, we're on opposite sides of the room that filled with cloudkill fog, so I'd assume we have little choice than to wait it out. Otherwise, we'd be split up for a bit.

"Uncomfortably familiar..." Ketra covers her mouth "How twisted. On a shrine to Sarenrae they'd set something like that up." She waits until the fog has cleared before waving the others over. "I don't like the idea that Sarenrae would stand for that."

I'm no survival expert to deduce what went down in the "fallen cabinets" room, so I'll leave that to you guys.

While the others do they own inspection of the next room, Ketra keeps an ear out and eye scanning for more hazards from the next northerly door.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

"The first time we pushed up, yesterday, seems they flung a lot of themselves at us. It's been eerily empty so far."

Ketra, seeing that the others are being extra cautious around the shrine, turns back from the room with the overturned cabinets and stays at the doorway. "Didn't want to just put the holy sym-" She raises an eyebrow "Oh, it's floating in the air. Are you doing that Garret, or is the shrine working its magic?"

"It doesn't seem like it Garret..." Ketra offers a silent plea to Sarenrae anyway, hoping she might be able to intervene and help the halfling regardless. "But it's good its still more or less intact." She thinks for a moment and then asks "Anyone mind if we leave Norreth's holy symbol here? I figure it might be the kind of thing he would have wanted. Assuming he was devout and all."

In the next room, Ketra listens in, suddenly thinking that there might be something hiding in that knocked over cabinet.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
She also looks at where the scuffs and smears are to deduce where the recent traveler was moving between. (Did they come through from the shrine room?)

Ketra snorts "No, but I'll not get between Zsofia and her shinies." She steps into the room but keeps away from the shrine for now.

Religion; is this a legit Sarenite altar?: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"If it really was a trap and really was sprung, you'd think we'd see some sign of it here. Skeletons of orcs or something. Or scorch marks. In any case, I don't think the ghouls here now were all too interested in touching it, so we can leave it alone too. Leave everything in place and respect it, and maybe it'll still give some touch of protection from Sarenrae..." She makes her way to the northern door, but waits to check further until Zsofia has stepped away.

"That they hated what was on the shelves to go burning it... well, as if we needed more evidence they were crazy." Ketra inspects the shelves for anything that may have been left behind or that survived the burning, then leads the way to the north-west and the next door. (looks like its open?)

Perception, room inspection: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

"Yeah..." Ketra waves her hands away from her face, grimacing at the leaking death-fog "So this place is surrounded by the fog too? We didn't manage to get out of it after all. Last hope then is getting to the other side of the building and seeing if there's another way out. Hey, or we'll find a second tunnel." As the situation slowly seems to grow more hopeless, Ketra seems stubbornly determined not to let it show.

"Counter-clockwise then?" She heads to the southwest door and inspects it before giving it a try.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

"I'll happily take any magical protection you've got Sanduro." Ketra nods gratefully.

Ketra watches the two drained members of the party for a moment longer before leading the way forward out from the cellar and back into the cathedral. She wrinkles her nose at the reaver's remains and skirts it on her way to the central southern door. "Let's check if we've got a way out other than the cellar."

She checks it for any traps or hazards before easing it open.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

RIP Garret. Luckily we're not playing old D&D where these levels would be gone forever.

Ketra awakens with a start, casting uneasy glances across the group, the week's various traumas having left her uncharacteristically paranoid of ambushes and other unpleasant surprises. When she sees Garret and Jando still looking rather ragged, she gives a grimace. "I don't know much about life-draining anything, but you two look terrible. Hopefully you feel better than you look?"

Otherwise ready to rest. Ketra will take the first watch.

Ketra scoops up the magical goodies, hoping that the group'll be able to put them to some kind of good use. She stows them in her satchel as she leads the way back down the stairs and into the cellar. "The way this paper talks about the gem, we might be able to heal ourselves with it if we give it some blood now. As good as that sounds... do you think it might've been cursed by all the evil magic that's been flooding this area?"

Once below she settles into a spot sitting against the wall. She's quiet for a while listening to the tunnel back to Roslar's Tomb. "You know, Mirhet's taking her time. You think... she's still struggling with Jonnar?"

Ketra puts a hand on Garret's shoulder "You're looking really bad. Try not to stress yourself if you can." She heads over to the amulet, pearl and holy symbol and takes a cloth from her pocket to pick them up without touching them directly. "We can work out what all this is later. For now we helped put that poor guy to rest, and we can be proud of that."

She gives the room a search in a more mundane fashion now that she can keep her eyes open.
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

If she doesn't spot anything she leads the way back through the northern door and into the main hall. She whispers "I'm making an executive decision right now. We go rest and make sure Garret can recover from whatever Norreth did, then get back to exploring this place. Deal?"

Aw, that would have been perfect for me. It's a light weapon so I have proficiency.

Delaying until after Silvia. If she doesn't manage to finish him off, I'll go for a hail mary routine and hope some attacks get through despite the miss chance.

RIP that beautiful searing light T-T

Ugh, cold iron. The only cold iron weapon I remember was a 2-hd scythe that Ketra's not proficient in.

With warning from Sanduro, Ketra closes her eyes entirely (I'll take the blinding to avoid making my worst save). With the mental picture of the room and the poor Norreth's position in her head, she tumbles over the bench and into a flank with Zsofia. She smoothly transitions into a jab at the creature with her mithril knife.

(1st level Routine: En Tourant (avoid triggering AoOs) > Dart)

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 79
Dart Mwk Mithral Shortsword; w/ PA: 1d20 + 12 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 - 2 + 2 = 30 Damage (P): 1d6 + 8 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (3) = 13

KN Religion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 :(

"Oh. Oh, uh, that's definitely going to heal up. Probably. I hope." Ketra shies back, glancing at the others "Is he possessed by something? He's looking extremely possessed. Can we do something about that?"

Not sure what the best move is if we fail our knowledge checks. Maybe come back later with someone with better understanding?

"Hello? Mr. Albo? Talk to us if you can. We're here to help." Ketra's tone is tentative. Seeing even more of the state of the room, including all the shredded paintings, she's a little worried that they'll be greeted by violence rather than praise.

She scans the room for where the fellow disappeared.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

No stealthiness planned. Time to find out how bad or good an idea this is :D

"Hey, they're a bunch of ghouls and wights, they probably saw the Sarenite symbol and got all crazy about making sure he couldn't escape to destroy them." Ketra responds to Jando as she starts prying off boards and ropes. "And Garret, I doubt he's particularly sane right now the way Zsofia described it, but that doesn't mean we can't try to get him somewhere safe and on the road to getting better."

Any check to undo the barricade, or just time?

"A halfling in Sarenrae's robes?" Ketra thinks it over for a moment "The way you describe it, it doesn't sound like he's in a healthy state of mind. But you know, who wouldn't be pretty loopy, trapped in a room like that? On the other hand, the pulse that went out killing and changing everything might've changed him too by the time it got here..." The thought of practically everything turning into monsters is a nauseating one.

"I think I wouldn't feel right leaving him behind. What do you all think, can we get him out?"

Ketra holds off on opening the way northward until Zsofia reports back.