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"Barbed devils and a Judgement devil. The Judgement Devil will be a formidable opponent." "This will be an exciting adventure!" the giggling Elf smiles and gives Silas a smirk "Tell me, do you enjoy the embrace of pain? The feeling of warmth dripping down your body?"
She gives a grin and a wink at this. Jerin DC 15 Perception:
"If your friends wish to enter his bone house, you could stay with me. I have a few...tools to help you experience what love in the embrace of Zon-Kuthon is like."
Jerin:
Because of the high knowledge you can discern that these are the most loyal servants to Zon-Kuthon and to be gifted with one travelling the world with you would make you a very important man to the prince of darkness.
You cna also tell that she appears to be more muscular and athletic than the typical Kyton. Most likely she is stronger and a far deadlier opponent.
Laori smiles back to Jerin and jumps down to walk over to him. She leans over to whisper something.
Jerin and DC 15 Perception: "He won't tell you everything. We have been sworn to secrecy, but we have no intention of the throne of the land. We just want that crown." she says straight to you before then saying "Also, nice to see you again cuties."
As you enter the room a familiar face appears that brightens up with her typical happy smile.
"Ignore the child, please. Won't you come and sit down? There is plenty of food for your entire group, but I would refrane from brining in the Shoanti. They do not think much of the Midnight Lord sadly." he states as he remains standing until you sit yourselves. Knowledge Planes DC 16:
The woman is a Kyton from the plane of darkness the realm of Zon-Kuthon. The chains on their bodies are not for mere decoration, but are actually a deadly weapon too as well as armour. They can also change the shape and form of their face to resemble someone's dearly departed or bitter enemy to throw them off in battle. They have resistance to spells and regernate against most attacks where only good aligned weapons, spells or silver weapons peirce.
Laori nods
Nothing from your knowledge religion tells you of any significance they could have to any religion. They are just very grotesque and unnerving paintings. The paintings done show up anything under detect magic, however they are very unnerving and the door into this room has a magic aura around it, that you can tell is the Alarm spell. Since Pilts began screaming when Curnach had entered this room it was most likely linked to him. Laori pauts and crosses her arms.
All the paintings are original Scream productions that can be sold for a large price to any collector of his art. The portraits are as follows: The first depicts a full portrait of a thin humanoid wearing shadows like a robe as he stands framed by a dolmen of great size. The figure's brilliant blue eyes are the only true points of colour in the piece. They seem to glow with anger and leer into your soul. You somewhat feel uncomfortable as you stare back into them, almost as if they're sucking you into it. You can't quite grasp it, but you swear there is something familiar about this picture, though you can't place it anywhere. The painting is worth 450 gp. The second picture depicts a rugged mountain range above a desert under a brilliant blue sky. In the foreground, a quartet of Vudran tusked camels ridden by N'darr tribesmen race across dunes that, when you take a closer look, consist of tiny skulls. Again, something ominous comes to mind, but you can't place it. This piece is worth 1,100 gp. The final and most expensive one is also the most disturbing. It depicts a handsome man in the process of peeling away the flesh of his arms as if he were taking off a pair of gloves revealing muscular arms covered with glittering blue scales. The man's expression is one of delight, yet his eyes are empty pits of blackness. Half seen in the shadows beyond him are what can only be thousands of humans impaled on towering wooden poles erected in the shadow of an indistinct shape looming on the horizon-perhaps a castle, maybe a mountain, but likely something more that makes you think back to something else you recognise, however you can't get a good grasp of what it could be from. This last painting is worth a staggering 2,000 gp. Laori shows great interest in these paintings.
"I just wanted to investigate as I could not add anything to the battle at that time." she claims planely, allowing Krenn to go to the room first. Upon opening you find inside appears to be a art supplies area with 12 paintings. Laori gasps in excitement and runs over to the paintings, however after a minute of searching through them she sighs heavily, shaking her head.
Laori, with no real helpful abilities is unable to do anything in combat. She looks to jerin with her typical, child-like smith and shrugs.
new map: updated map with co-ords Reflex: Reflex: Laori puts up her hands.
save: Neither the trip or the spell manages to knock the creatures off the rafters.
Laori's turn Laori aims her finger at the choker closest to Krenn and out comes a dark ray, slamming into it, however it doesn't appear to take any effect. save: Spellcraft DC 17: She just cast blindness, however it doesn't appear to have taken.
Curnach:
When you enter the hallway you see three doors down the hallway. You try the one on the left where you find what appears to be a store-room. You don't find anything of much interest here besides crates, boxes and barrels that make the dimensions of the room hard to tell. These all appear to be props, tools and other bits salvaged from Exemplary Execrables. If any of the materials have value, the fact these have been burnt from the fire that destroyed the place makes them worthless. The door opposite this room is also unlocked and as you make your way inside a sickly sweet smell assaults your senses. A combination of flowers and vinegar. The smell most likely coming from the fourteen poorly-preserved heads mounted on the walls in this trophy hall. Most of the heads appear to be human, although two are elves and one is from a dwarf. To the north is a small child-sized bed sits against the wall opposite a wooden table decorated with a magnificent set of silverware. You take some time looking at the items and the silverware set, as it is in a complete collection is worth 500 gp, but you also find a platinum and crystal decanter filled with fine brandy on the table. The item alone is worth 750 gp. Seeing another door you make your way through to find a extravagantly decorated bedroom would feel at home in the richest of noble villas or monarchs' castles, at least until one looks a little more closely at the sheets on the four-poster bed and notes how stained and frayed they are or examines the tapestries and curtains and sees the patches of mould and threadbare edges. A tall and well-stocked bookcase to the south turns out to be leaning against the wall for support. The contents of its sagging shelves are poorly produced books with violent or erotic names on their mildewed spines with everything in the room appearing to be musty, stained with age and well-beyond its prime. Only three paintings hang in this wall, all grisly subject matter and done by Salvatore Scream. There is another door here however it is secured with a lock and a heavy wooden bar. Most of the furnishings in this room are well-used props from countless plays and productions they've seen much use, however Pilts clearly found a use for them to hang them up. As you check the paintings you hear a squeal behind you as Laori enters the room with her eyes fixated on the paintings and staring deeply into them, forgetting that you are in the room at the moment. All the paintings are original Scream productions that can be sold for a large price to any collector of his art. The portraits are as follows: The first depicts a full portrait of a thin humanoid wearing shadows like a robe as he stands framed by a dolmen of great size. The figure's brilliant blue eyes are the only true points of colour in the piece. They seem to glow with anger and leer into your soul. You somewhat feel uncomfortable as you stare back into them, almost as if they're sucking you into it. You can't quite grasp it, but you swear there is something familiar about this picture, though you can't place it anywhere. The painting is worth 450 gp. The second picture depicts a rugged mountain range above a desert under a brilliant blue sky. In the foreground, a quartet of Vudran tusked camels ridden by N'darr tribesmen race across dunes that, when you take a closer look, consist of tiny skulls. Again, something ominous comes to mind, but you can't place it. This piece is worth 1,100 gp. The final and most expensive one is also the most disturbing. It depicts a handsome man in the process of peeling away the flesh of his arms as if he were taking off a pair of gloves revealing muscular arms covered with glittering blue scales. The man's expression is one of delight, yet his eyes are empty pits of blackness. Half seen in the shadows beyond him are what can only be thousands of humans impaled on towering wooden poles erected in the shadow of an indistinct shape looming on the horizon-perhaps a castle, maybe a mountain, but likely something more that makes you think back to something else you recognise, however you can't get a good grasp of what it could be from. This last painting is worth a staggering 2,000 gp. "If you have no interest in the paintings, may I have all three? I'll even buy them off you. These are the reason I've come for Salvatore. Such skill and such...beauty..." she trails off as she looks deeply, concentrating on the picture of the man removing the skin off his body.
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After Curnach has been gone for a while Laori slips off whilst the rest of the group whilst you are interrogating the emperor and sorting out what you wish to do with him. If anyone was watching her, she went off down through the open door to follow where Curnach went. Shortly after you hear a squeal of excitement.
This is where you and I differ. You revel in pain. I seek vengeance. My goal is for him to know what his fate is and that there is no way of escaping it. He will meet his doom. If you wish to extract your information from him, have at it. But I will have my vengeance and he shall face a humiliating public death. A death which will inform other such as him what fate will befall them should they seek to follow in his footsteps and harm my city.
"He's not going anywhere, let's just rescue Salvatore and get out of here. I doupt any of his stupid minions will be hanging around after what just happened." she smirked, looking around to see if she could still see them fleeing, but they had all dissappeared by now.
"As much as I would love to see him executed and die a slow, painful death, we still need to find Salvatore. He may be your only way to find the man you're looking for and I wish to save him from this place. He might get killed by some mugger and I can't let his genius talent go to waste like that." she exclaims as she moves down, looking for where the men are still flee, stopping to admire the tall knife as she then smirks "I know this won't be a slow death, but what if you used his own execution device on him? That could be poetic or wait, no, you use it to cut off his limbs one by one."
Ask again and I will watch you burn to death before me. I dare you to test whether I am a man of my word and you have been given fair warning... Curnach threatens as he settles down for the night. she rolls her eyes and heads to her corner, muttering in elven to herself as she kneels down and utters prayers to her lord. After a hour she stops and turns to the group with a wide smile. "So, how are we going to see the king? Do you want to enter politely or shall we charge in and knock everyone out of our way?" she asks curiously, not wanting to be left behind on the plan. "Maybe we should check the area out first. If there is a back entrance I can summon my creatures to keep them distracted, but I won't be far behind. All I care about is getting Salvatore our of this city safe and alive."
Laori smiles at Krenn and even gives a wave, knowing full well that he is suspecious of her, but she retires to her own corner, not wanting to make any complications and sitting in the meditave state of a elf where she does not move until morning where she then moves over to Krenn.
An evil man who destroyed my family, raped my mother before my eyes and sold me into slavery. A man who will experience many years of my suffering before he dies a painful death. "And that is why you wish to speak with Salvatore?" she asks not knowing who you are speaking about. "Good luck to you when you find him. Be sure to make his death more painful than can ever be imagined."
Comic relief, and vengeance will be easier if she attempts to betray us. "You have me mistaken dear. My deity operates within the law and as per our agreement, I will bring no harm to you as I need you to reach the brilliant artist and I'm willing to let you speak with him while you try to find the man you are searching for." she paused for a moment and raises a eyebrow. "Tell me, who is this man you are searching for and why are you looking for him?"
We will find a back room with only one way in or out. Krenn will stand watch while the others rest. We will rely on Krenn's darkvision to avoid drawing any attention with light, at least until the time comes for Jerin to review his books. You find a deserted tavern with all the ale and drink stolen from the stalls, including entire kegs. The basement is deserted with only a few scurrying rats that run away at the sight of light and thundering footsteps from the powerful group. Laori sighs, shaking her head.
"Let's go pay this man a visit." she smirks as Laori tightens her grip on her weapon. "As much as I would love to torture him out deal is for Salvatore so I'll leave the final blows to you, but what do we do with the last one here? He did attack us afterall and I doupt he'll be missed." she looks over at the man who appears to be petrified with fear, even more unnerved from her cheery, happy attitude.
Laori giggles.
"It, his palace is a bunch of buildings connected that he named his palace. I ain't never seen him fight, but he uses all his men do the fightin' for 'im and his gnome friend. They say he was found on a boat and is a mute with a mean temper and a horrible looking greataxe. He's the executioner who stands next to the tall knife." he tries to think about the numbers of men in the palace. "There is a guard room at the entrance with six mean bastards like the man you cut down." he points to the man who was cut down by Krenn, the meanest of the group of thugs. "Six more in the throne room and eighteen on the rooftops, turned into some kind of areana. There is one final room the Emporor throws those unloyal subjects into if he wishes to have them suffer instead of using his tall knife. I don't know what's in there, but I have once seen a body and it's neck was broken and streached with horrible marks on it. He has a room with a artist in it right at the back. I don't like his paintings, they are all frightening." at this Laori's smile widened as she heard this.
Krenn cuts down two of the thugs as if they were nothing with that vicious axe of his slicing and chopping. The other bandits are surprised by the strength of the dwarf. Llyra's whip work disarms the leader and then trips him down to the ground in a dazzeling display and making him look like a fool in front of his men. Laori pouts as she says
Jerin's lightning bolt fires off and the leader is unable to dodge being on the ground after the trip and now the bolt being fired at him, striking him hard in the chest. Reflex:
"The Emperor is not going to stand a chance against us." she smiles in her ever pleasant mood. "They say he doesn't hold an audience for anyone, but I'm sure you'll find a way in."
Laori takes a step back and once again begins to chant and focus on speaking in her infernal tongue. Spellcraft DC 20:
She is casting Summon Monster 5, but using it to summon a monster from a weaker spell. The alignment of the spell is Lawful Evil.
"Can I join?" she giggles, taking her weapons and marching out with the group, spiked chain in hands and her unholy symbol hanging out proudly. As Krenn approches the sinkhole the hidious smell is apparent where there is possibly a connection to the sewer. The foul Otyugh springs forth, accompanied by four others spread out and spreading their powerful stench. "Wow, what ugly monstrocities! They need to be taught a lesson." still giggling she gets ready to fight with the group. "Eat peoples. Peoples tastey!" one of them splurts out in pigeon common as they look at you with hungry eyes. Round 1 Group Initiative: Curnach Daveck:
Laori Vaus: Otyughs: Order: Curnach Daveck
"The arrangement is fine. I'd perfer to bring along Salvatore, but if all you'll allow me is to speak at him for a while, alone, then I have no problems." she smiles and giggles, you could tell she emphisised the part about privacy. "Let's go, he's being held by the Emporor of Old Korvosa. I was hoping and preying that someone would come to help me seek an audience with the self-proclaimed emporor." she gets up, waiting for her weapon and unholy symbol to be handed back ot her. "Avoid the large sinkhole outside. Otyughs have decided that they are free without anyone maintaining them and destroyed the house that used to sit there. Best we avoid them unless you want to get eaten." she tilts her head to the side with a small giggle.
Laori Vaus smiles still, even though she's being called a fiend. "Thank you for the compliment. Devils are such interesting creatures. In fact, I know a Kythorn personally." she nods "Yes, I looked over the home to make sure every room was clear and that he wasn't hiding somewhere. One of the rooms is very messy. As you can tell from the look of this house he doesn't have much money so he uses fungi for paints. Needless to say, leaving the room unattended the fungi has grown wild in that room and the other room back there is the bedroom where, since you have agreed to help me, I found this little interesting peice of evidence." after that she pulls out a strip of uniform that appears to be stained with blood, however the style is that of the city's high-ranking government officials as it has the city's coat of arms on it.Knowledge Noblility DC 15 on Cloth fragment: It is from only one possibly high-ranking government official in Korvosa who this belongs to due to the pigment and the other styled patterns on it. It is the uniform of the Seneschal of Castle Korvosa.
"Time is indeed ticking on. Tick, tock, tick, tock." she smiles,even when being inimidated by Lyra. "I'd find some way to spread my faith. Afterall, people will be thankful if put in that position, but I'm more interested in rescuing Salvatore and brining him back to Nidal."
"Sweety you misunderstand. I'd love to see what torture you could inflict. I've been with the masters in Nidal but havn't had a good round of torture in a while." she giggles, keeping her smile on her face. "Prisoner doesn't sound like a good idea. The streets are dangerous and the one you'll have to face is surrounded by many warriors. I don't see why you wish to kill me, I only wish to help you and have no desire to cause you harm. You sure there's nothing I could say or do to sweeten the deal?" she continues to giggle whilst giving a streach and a yawn. "The longer we sit her, the more danger your friend might be in."
"Some would say dark, some would say holy. Depends how you look at it." she continues her smiles and happy, joyful disposition. She points to each skull as she names them one by one going from left to right. "Jeonia Chirco a seamstress who hang herself by her own cord she made herself, Boathar Kaay who made toys for a living and thrust the old carving knife into his neck, Velaka Hoon a writer who bought poison to take when she went to bed for the last time, Maxtel Erns a sculptor who climbed the building where he made his last sculpture and dived several floors down, Yvos Tanguany a tattooist who cut his wrists and Imon Vernell a poet who took a dagger and drove it into his heart. Painful and grousome deaths and they have been unable to tell me anything." she strokes her hand over Velaka's skull, which happened to have been the skull she was trying to talk to earlier and was only speaking in a garbled tongue. "If only they could tell me their secrets." she continues to smile and giggle before turning back and looking over at Curnach.
She agrees to sit down and whilst keeping her smile listens to his proposal. "It is a personal matter, but you have my word he will not come to any harm. I have been searching for someone like him for a while and since he has been taken then there is hope that he has not taken his life, unlike the rest here." as she says this she points to the skulls nearby. "All I can get out of them is garbled crap, but if Salvatore is still alive he will be able to answer my question." she giggles as she seems at the edge of excitement when talking about being able to speak with him. "If this is not enough them please, accept this as I am sworn to secrecy and I cannot reveal anything else without breaking my oath."
I'm getting really tired of vile clergy trying to tell me their religion will be a nice fit for me. Curnach says in a monotone voice, looking over at Llyra with an apologetic glance as if to say 'not you'. So your admitting to torture? I would not hasten to add to your list of crimes if I were you, foolish one. Korvosa has a long memory and so do I. Still, your co-operating. That affords you some leniency. Krenn, look after her possessions. Jerin, I still think this is a mistake; but since shes submitted willingly- do what you must. "In Nidal it isn't against the law and I havn't broken any of your rules in Korvosa." she continues her smiles. "Just like the clerics of Asmodeus condone slavery in Korvosa, but none of them are permitted to have slaves in Varisia. I have been working perfectly within the law, even though Old Korvosa claims to have become lawless."
Laori, still grappled by Krenn gives a shrug and a smile as she drops her spiked chain. "Well, dwarf. Are you going to let go of me? You might hurt yourself on these spikes." she continues to smile whilst keeping up her happy disposition. "Perhaps you would like the prince of darkness more than you admit, young druid. Have you ever felt the pleasure of torturing someone for information or just for the hell of it? Nidal have the most unique and interesting tools for torture."She bites her lip at the request concerning her unholy item and touches it, traceing her fingers for a short while, but keeps a happy smile and nods.
Laori puts up her hands after hearing the offer of surrender.
"Kidnapping? I didn't take him you nut-cake of a druid! If I did I wouldn't be hanging around here talking to you." she continues to smile in her unusual happy way. "I wish for your help to recover Salvatore because he knows where the man you are looking for is. Some kind of noble I guess from the evidence I have." The Faerie fire outlines her, floating around disembodied flames keeping her visable in case she attemps to hide away, though she had not yet moved from where she's standing. Round 1 Group Initiative: Curnach Daveck: 28
Laori Vaus: Order: Curnach Daveck
Laori, afraid of being attacked she steps back and begins to chant and sway her hips as she speaks to creatures of the otherside, lolling her head back and concentraiting. Spellcraft DC 20:
She's casting summon monster V.
Playing with my whip: And why would you want this man? You, a priestess of darkness, torture and suffering. Of pain. You have no interest in helping this city, I am sure that you and your god are reveling in the pain that is currently in this good city. What is it that you wish from this artist. Clearly your objectives are not benevolent. "I find his art truely facinating. Such elegancy in his brush strokes and would love to have a portrait for myself." she giggled again in a good natured way "He is a treasure and I would never cause him harm. Besides, my god doesn't like the idea of ichy plagues. It's ugly."
"Oh don't worry he is nowhere near the castle. Her's still here within the quarintine as all the bridges are destroyed and they can't go anywhere without him." she giggles looking you all over. "The Queen knows nothing about his whereabouts I'm sure, nor the man you seek, no matter how much she wishes to." again she gigggles at something, though who knows what the joke is. "I would very much like to see Mr. Scream as he has made such wonderful art."
As you try the door you find it to be unlocked and open it. Inside before you is a young female elf with a perminant joyful smile on her face as you enter. She has a spiked-chain for a weapon and appears to be wearing tight-fitting chainmail covered in hooked spikes that grip to her lithe form and as if her attire weren't obvious enough, you also see a unholy symbol of Zon-Kuthon hanging from her neck. She giggles seeing you enter and on the nearby table you see the origin of the other voice. The table here has 6 human skulls sitting on it with burning candles on their heads, one of them still muttering something incomprehensible until the elf puts her hand on the skull and it stops. There are many scrolls and parchment placed infront of the skulls which are sat in a arc. From the melted wax is is clear that have been there for a while. This room appears to be an art studio of somekind, but there is no artist to be seen. As your attention turns to the young woman she continues to smile and giggle.
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