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Kinn bears his half-healed wounds with pride and circles the dragon's corpse but once before attending to Rima. His words are kind a gentle, the spit and fire from his voice having slipped away with the tyrant's bygone soul. Outside, he prepares two man-sleds. One will haul the treasures to Belhaim, and on the other will ride Rima, first to rejoin her anxious husband and then for the couple to return to their distant home.

From the beast's horde he selects only the image of his Lady, which he treasures above all treasures -- a sign from his patron goddess that he has done good works. It is a sign that his time in this part of the world is done, that its people have been restored to their peaceable lives, and he may wander on to confront some other evil elsewhere and bring with him the Dawn.

Of course, he does not decline if any of his companions should choose to hand him one of the other items of power -- the belt, the cape, the boots, or even the circlet. But that is for the pecuniary to decide.

Val'haer-Kinn allows himself one night of celebration amongst the people of Belhaim, with Mordenaar, Endar, Achmed, and even Valgrim the elf. But as the dawn breaks the next morn, the road is trod by the wanderer's accustomed feet.

Nah, I included all my buffs. What I did not do, though, was include my HP bump from leveling. I am alive! Barely.

Kinn's teeth involuntarily clench from the pain, but the knight's mind is far from his devastating wound. Still, the Dawnflower's whisper reminds him to live. The best battle is a battle I win. If I die, I can no longer fight. LoH: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 5) = 14

"SZANGI AT BIRTH, SZANGI AT DEATH!!!" His scimitar, wreathed in holy fire, slashes the dragon artfully between brow and neck, as Kinn opts for surer strikes.

WYRMSMITE @ SZANGI: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 3 = 32 THREAT CONFIRM: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 3 = 26 confirmed?
Critical Damage: 2d6 + 12 + 24 + 4d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 12 + 24 + (3, 6, 6, 1) + (1) = 57 1 is fire

Iterative: 1d20 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 3 = 27 THREAT Confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 3 = 11 nope
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 12 + (2, 2) + (2) = 28 2 is fire

Hover Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23 SUCCESS

Aye, I do, but I do not think I need a Hover check yet. CRB: "Without making a check, a flying creature can remain flying at the end of its turn so long as it moves a distance greater than half its speed."

Oh, right. Totally forgot we get those for this.

Confirmation Re-roll: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 + 4 = 19 HA!!! My fate is ordained.

Will: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 4 = 28

Stepping into the light (fluff) Kinn thunders a reply to the self-styled Lord. "SZANGI! I will not be bowed by your childish mewling! You have troubled this vale far too long. Your doom has come. Prepare to meet the blade of Lady Tula Belhaim herself, Wyrmsmite, burning with the Dawnflower's own vengeance!!!"

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

The dragon's acidic breath is absorbed slightly by Kinn's magic preparations, and he momentarily heals himself before launching into the air.

Lay on Hands: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 6, 2) = 11 ugh

"DIE!!!" Kinn charges the dragon directly down the snout. Declare smite. Presumably draws an AoO. Current AC vs this bad boy is 30 due to the charge.

Flying Wyrmsmite Power Charge @ Szangi: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 = 34 THREAT Confirm: 1d20 + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 3 + 2 - 2 = 15 ugh
Slashing Bane Smite: 1d6 + 6 + 6 + 12 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 6 + 12 + (6, 4) + (4) = 41

Sorry, I think that was me thinking I was moving Kinn's pog. It is hard to see so zoomed out and I was lazy.

Kinn's face takes on a look of puzzlement and he takes the chalk from Mordenaar. Next to the arrow, he writes: "CHARGE?"

The knight seizes dragon's invitation to drink his potion of fly and cast his scroll of protection from evil.

Achmed: no, druid stayed behind.

Kinn looks at the empty vials in his hand, pauses, and hands them to Achmed.

All out, I am afraid.

Kinn listens carefully to the soft whisper of his goddess, and heeds her warning. He stows the scroll of protection from evil and his potion of fly.

Kinn stops and removes his cloak, handing it to Endar. Have a cloak of the bat.

Stopping but a moment, Kinn produces a number of small vials and a scroll. Two vials he drinks, and a third he uses to apply to his weapon. He hands another vial to Mordenaar and casts a scroll on himself. Finally, quaffs a third potion.

Drinking: potion of acid resistance (30 minutes), potion of fire resistance (30 minutes), potion of fly (5 minutes).

Applying: oil of keen edge (50 minutes).

Casting: protection from evil (3 minutes) on myself.

Handing an oil of keen edge to Mordenaar.

Updated. At a strategic location, Kinn has some potions to quaff.

"Without delay and with haste," Kinn cries in agreement, literally charging for the tunnels.

Will be updated tomorrow, hopefully.

"Hold, friend!" Kinn lays a hand on Mordenaar's shoulder. "Azmur, did you not say that force magic, even if temporary, could disrupt the Window? And these squares here amplify force spells?"

Kinn draws his blade. "Achmed, cast your spell here -- and aim it at the Window. Mordenaar, Endar, Valgrim: get ready."

Kinn smiles weakly. "The Dawnflower is truly kind. Azmur, will this scroll serve? Can you aid me?"

Once healed, Kinn will advocate for proceeding immediately.

Kinn sits slumped against the wall, attempting to take stock of what has happened to him. His face, usually so fiercely youthful and determined, is whiter than marble and seems aged and twisted with strain. He looks at his hands. "The dawn feels cold... and distant. The Dawnflower more so! Has this eldritch thing from the stars ripped my goddess from me?"

What are the chances of a Restoration spell? Azmur?

Drained and lost in a white haze, Kinn desperately plunges his blade into the deathtree, to little avail.

Wyrmsmite: 1d20 + 10 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 4 + 5 = 13

-1 to the attack, then.

Kinn's skin stretches and tightens in more than simple pain. He looks to have aged decades in an instant, though he bears no visible wounds. His desperate sword-stroke is more feeble than the last.

"To the left, Endar!"

UGH. Do I now take penalties because of Smite Evil and a negative Cha modifier?

Assuming Endar can move to the left and give me space to flank too.

Wyrmsmite vs Grappled AC: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 - 2 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 4 + 5 = 15

Botting Valgrim again.

Another pair of arrows snap toward the black horror.

Shot vs Grappled AC: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Shot vs Grappled AC: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Kinn fights through the searing pain and stabs at the vile beast. His verve is somewhat deflated, nonetheless the steel strikes true.

Cha drain reduces my attack bonus, armor class (now 25), saves (reduce each by 2), and skills on top of the actual drain. That sucks.

Wyrmsmite: 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 2 + 1 - 2 - 2 = 24 vs grappled AC
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 4 + 5 = 17

Edit:

Another pulse of light binds his wounds.

Swift LoH: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 2) = 6

@GM: the yangethe is presumably also grappled (unless it took the -20 penalty for limb-only grappling), so the penalty to its attack is a wash with my reduction in AC. The 4th tentacle should therefore miss.

Kinn struggles in the yangethe's grip, yet that does not prevent the knight from calling down Sarenrae's holy power to bind his wounds in a flash of light and strike down the foe in a second.

LoH Swift Action: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 1) = 13

Wyrmsmite flashes, one handed, at the inky horror.

Smite Evil @ Evil: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 2 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 3 + 2 - 2 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 4 + 5 = 15

But it is for naught.

Valgrim fires as fast as he can.

Shot: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Shot: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28 THREAT Confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Extra: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (6, 6) + 8 = 20

Time seems to stand still for Kinn. He examines the terrifying horror that is the alien yangethe, and knows its inherent evils. Wyrmsmite is held high for adroit step into a sweeping cut through eyes and branches and desecration. The yangethe will not survive the morning.

Perfunctory move action to confirm evil via detect, swift action to declare smite, standard to attack.

Smite Evil @ Yangethe: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 3 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 5 = 16

Kinn is at his highest levels of alertness. Every breath of wind is examined by his heart. He is... apprehensive that yangethe is not immediately available for his sword.

Detect Evil over everything. Book, runes, Window, ceiling, Achmed, everything.

Outside the locked door, Kinn gathers his companions for a prayer to Sarenrae before the trials ahead. "May her light guide our way, and her fire strike down what evils remain in this Wood."

His own prayer is more personal. Protection from Evil.

I do not think there is much.

Kinn clasps Azmur on the shoulder and nods solemnly in thanks. "You have been a true hero. Tomorrow, we end this farce." The wanderer sleeps well.

In the morning, he is ready to break down the door to the Window. Spells prepared, ready to rumble.

Kinn suggests regrouping with the druid and resting before taking on the window in the morning. To that end, he throws dead leaves in the well and gets about honing his sword.

"An Iroran adage, no doubt," Kinn muses. He waves Wyrmsmite at the hacked hallway. "Looks like we found our route to the dragon's lair."

He moves over to it to inspect the passageway, in particular to ensure that it can accommodate someone of his height.

So we do!

"Hmph," Kinn allows, and follows Mordenaar to the next door.

Know Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Kinn is uncertain of the purpose of this chamber. "Perhaps the elementals can provide guidance. Creatures of the Water Plane! Is this the way to a dragon's lair?" he calls. He also eyes the golden orbs curiously.

What's with the golden orbs on the map?

Kinn follows, sword held at the ready. His senses keenly feel out the passages ahead.

Detect Evil, Detect Evil, Detect Evil, etc..

Kinn studies the tiling with some interest.

Know Religion (or anything else relevant): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Nothing from the Detect Evil on the third globe?

Kinn turns his attention to the wooden cabinet, attempting to puzzle out the inscription. Return what is no longer needed here, lest it weigh you down.

Know Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"You losing your wits, apparently," Kinn teases. He eyes the third, unshattered globe warily.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 plus Detect Evil

Botting Valgrim.

The elf nocks another arrow and lets it fly. The steel point skewers the ooze with a wet splurt.

Shot: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 THREAT Confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 plus Critical: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (6, 8) + 8 = 22

Kinn recovers his balance and slashes Wyrmsmite deep into the horrid thing.

Smite Blob: 1d20 + 10 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 3 - 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 6 + 5 = 20

I reserve the right to use a Swift for Lay on Hands if Mordenaar or Endar attack me.

"Let. Them. Go." Kinn commands. He ascertains for himself that the creature is a servant of evil (move action to Detect Evil), but no matter as the creature has taken ahold of his companions. The words of Sarenrae flow through his mind like a thunder:
I will protect my allies with my life. They are my light and my strength, as I am their light and their strength. We rise together.

Smite Evil as a Swift action. I am assuming yes.

Wyrmsmite flashes in the torch-lit dark.

Smite @ Ooze: 1d20 + 10 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 3 - 2 = 12 NOOOOOOOOOOO
Smite Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 6 + 5 = 21

Kinn snaps out of the domineering daze like the crack of a whip. He hurls himself forward toward the cries of his comrades.

Double move.

Know Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Kinn gets a sense of the intended challenge, and decides to try it himself. He shuts his eyes and races around the room, striking each dummy with the pommel of his sword.

He awaits Mordenaar and Valgrim's verdict on the secret door, then, if safe, proceeds through.

Kinn follows, bringing the light with him. He motions to the others to follow.

"Hang on," Kinn says. He takes off the cloak. "I have a better idea."

He threads his end of the rope through the cloak's clasp, tying a tight knot around the bundle, then tosses it back to Mordenaar. "NOW one at a time!"

Each party member can put on the cloak, fly across, tie the cloak to the rope, and toss it back to Mordenaar. Mordenaar flies across last. Takes ten minutes.

"I am so glad you find Belhaim's duress to be uninteresting..." Kinn comments acidly. He produces a rope and holds out one end to Mordenaar. "Hold this."

Taking the corner of his cloak of the bat, he floats across the chasm to the other side. "One at a time, now," he calls back to the others. "And hold on to the rope."

Know Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"An Aspirant's Path, sacred to the Irorans," Kinn comments. "The first task is observation: there will be a door hidden somewhere about."

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 lol

Kinn brightens. "Say, was there not a stairwell leading down in the dormitory? I believe we have some tunnels to find."

He leads the way without another moment's delay.

"His oldest servant," Kinn adds. "In the dungeons, you say..."

Kinn scratches his temple. Did we ever go down the stairs I have marked with a yellow star? I honestly cannot remember.

Kinn stares at the rogue. "Heaven above, man, you are right! Well, that is one less worry. Szangi, Szangi." He recites the name a few times over to get his tongue accustomed to the word.

Excellent catch, Mordenaar!

"Well," Kinn sighs, "we have yet to learn the dragon's true name. But with his lieutenants slain, I have little hope there. Then there is the matter of reaching the dragon's abode. Azmur, you said it is difficult to reach if one cannot fly?"

Kinn is suddenly reminded of something. "We also saw several kobolds -- and humans -- ritually slain in an outbuilding, but have not discovered why their lives were cut short. Would you know?"

With agreement settled, Kinn returns to the well and tosses in a handful of dead leaves, then sits to hone Wyrmsmite's edge to a wicked sharpness.

He stands when Azmur enters the courtyard. "It is time to close the Window. We face, first, a terrible alien blackness of many arms and a terrible eye, then the challenge of sealing the aperture itself, and finally: the dragon. Will you stand with us?"