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As the others observe the area he pulls out a notebook and his quill, after wetting it on the ink vial on his belt he begins to map out the crypt. Nodding as he does and follows the group and with Wolf's words sketches the map.
Locke takes the potion of bear's endurance and follows the group.
Before leaving the temple he alerts the group, "one of the empty vials held the magical spell of obscure object, not sure about the other one that is empty. The crystal vial holds a potion of spider climb which should last for four minutes." ______________ "Shall we enter? I await your step."
"Let us not loot the temple then, just take the bag, which is likely the Drow's." He casts detect magic and his eyes glow blue as he begins to inspect the vials.
He follows the group to the giant building looking for any signs of script or designs to indicate what this building might contain or be used for.
Locke explains about the cross and temple, "The cross would be the holy symbol of I... o... me... day. The reason I say her name that way so we don't have her attention as we loot. It is a crude sword with a sun behind it. The sword looks purely ornamental but possibly worth some gold. The temple has been desecrated already, taking shrine items would be fine unless you wanted to restore the temple to its previous glory."
"There appears to be nothing left of this drow, shall we look around for any other loot before moving out?" He simply asks taking a quick look around apparently not much showing right now. He is ready to move with the group either way.
Lock looks through his book a bit more before announcing, "Yes I am pretty sure those were two summoned succubi. They must have summoned a Babue, the slime coated demon that looked like a skeleton. With the end of the spell's power they were unsummoned. As to what we do next... I should inspect any wounds made by them to make sure there is no disease or worse, heal up, and then... what were we doing again?" He waits for permission before checking the others but does look over Arsil first.
Round 16 Locke drops the furniture in his hand and quickly pulls up the holy text that is attached to his belt, thumbing through it quickly. Though this is likely hard to see as the book is in the hand holding his shield and the other flips through the pages.
Round 13
Round 14
Round 15
Locke smiles at Faeryl and says, "No worries, it is my job, now... crap! I said wait... now, oh well." The smile fades quickly as he sees the others charge after the other demons.
Round 10 He thinks a moment and steps over to Faeryl, while walking he says, "Good question, to the point, if you think the dretches were fun then two succubi are going to be a blast. But really you should stick with the group, their charming spells are worse than their claws but those will hurt soon enough too." Once next to Faeryl he touches the drow saying, "Mistress heal him." From behind Locke's shield a light glows for a moment as healing energies surge into Faeryl's body.
Round 5 Not in danger at all really, he puts away his blade and pulls out a book. Then he relays some knowledge. "We have here several disturbing effects... the demons attacking are dretches, little nuisances really at least to us. To a commoner and demon is a threat. They are resistant to most damage but if you have cold iron or good aligned weapons, those will cut right through. You chaps should be fine though. Now the binding ceremony seems to be more of the problem. The flaming wall won't go down until all the dretches are killed, at least it makes sense. Then either the drow will be consumed by the succubi or strengthened. His skin is not lighting up like he should be if he had protective tattoos so more likely the first. Either way once the flame circle dissipates we will have one problem or another on our hands. Please do not cross the circle and see if they can get to us."
Round 4
Locke will move back a bit and cast bear's endurance. "Mistress give us guidance and strengthen Arsil." The light of his holy symbol comes from the back of his shield. He then touches Arsil
Round 3 He begins to cough as the noxious smell hits him. Locke takes a few steps in to find a pew and the line his allies have begun to form, Rai Zon and Wolf. He then slowly gets up over the pew and then sees one of the demons, the one Wolf is attacking that is a hideous yellow color. He waits for a moment when Wolf is not fully engaged with it and attempts to add some damage to take the demon down. He misses and continues to cough as he breathes in the foul smelling fog. He gets enough breath to ask, "Who is hurt?! Let me know and I will get you fixed up. I can't see Arsil or Faeryl, keep in contact so we know how you are doing!"
Round 2 He moans out as he had just been dropped and then looked at his frightened allies. He gets up and pulls his blade free, as his shield is still on the other arm. He asks, "What is going on? What is this fog?!"
He attempts to scale the wall the same time as the others. Failing several times he scowls at the wall.
He readies his shield and pulls out his scimitar. Following the three of his companions. Saying a small prayer before they begin the assault. "Mistress may we have your luck on our side, please keep us safe, and may my hand be guided by you."
"That seems to be what we will be doing, hunting drow and taking off the oppression of them. Though if you wanted such more information then why not ask? After all you are our drow slayer..." The last sentence is said in jest considering their predicament. "We will gain aid to end Mortek, or whatever his name is and that will help end the stronger goblins, we hope. At least that is what I have gathered. Hmmm?" He states then looks to Arsil to see if she agrees.
Locke gets some well deserved rest while they wait. Trusting that the others are vigilant.
He nods and with the appearance of their escort he walks forward. He takes his hand and pulls down one of the escort's scarf over her face and smiles. He happily states, "At least there is something better to look at among our escort."
"White Death." Locke says and looks at Arsil.
"We do have business with you, but to keep from other ears listening, I think it would be best to discuss our business inside." Locke insists whispering most of it so only his group and the alchemist can hear.
He steps forward and asks, "You probably need that bandaged, can I help?" He points at the elf's hand.
At the mention of Arsil waving he smugly says, "Come on boys, time to go into the town." At the front door Locke looks at the guards a bit questioning and then asks, "How do I get in?" Upon hearing the 3 gp entry fee Locke scoffs and says, "Come now gentlemen, surely you would prefer to have our business rather than turn us away for such a trival amount, let us through for 1 gp each and I will personally do my best to help with any ailments to your people."
With the humphs of the guards he sighs and pulls out the 3 gp, dropping them into the guards hand, then moving into the deserted square. "Arsil, it looks to be a well built proper town but I wonder where all the townsfolk are." Curiously.
"I will wait until you need me. Shout and I will charge down with those who wait in the bulky clanking armor. I know, I know we should get that changed but I still am not that silent without armor." Locke says goodheartedly.
"The green goo tracks is from the crater where you met up with us. The tracks with the large humanoid is likely the ogre village that we recently took care of. Then there was the burnt goblin tree and the goblin village with the catacombs, bad stuff, both which we mostly cleared. It seems that the last location would be with the half dozen or so. Lead on towards that Faeryl. Unless Arsil wants to stop by the flaming castle first?" Locke remembers and questions at the end.
"I might remember but I could not track in the first place. Faeryl it seems you are up for the task then." Locke says jovially but a bit of feeling useless as well.
Locke gets his horse ready first then offers to help the others if there is need. As the group is on the road again he lokks about and asks, "Who will be tracking?"
Locke comes down in a simple robe in the morning. Yawning he looks around at the others before sitting. He orders a simple breakfast and greedily eats it once it arrives. While waiting he asks, "I had a wonderful night, thank you Arsil. How did the rest of you fair?" After a few responses his food arrives and says a prayer over it. His eyes begin to glow golden and he scans the group as he eats. Spellcraft DC 16: Locke just cast detect evil.
Arsil: "Yes I can prepare it for tomorrow. Your assistance tonight would be appreciated like always." Locke says humbly.
He expends most of his spells to make sure all are healed before going up the stairs to have a female on each arm leading him to his usual room. He stays in his room unless called for.
"With that done shall we get to the Dragon's Draught?" He then helps the prisoners back onto his horse before leading it down the path.
Locke guiding his horse since he put two of the prisoners on it for the trip back, stops and hands the reigns to the dwarf. He pulls his scimitar offering it to the elf and pulls out his sling expecting the worst.
Round 1 "Well you saw the man, we charge in and become a distraction for her escape, I hope." He follows pushing his horse to move forward then once within 30 feet he whizzes the sling over his head before letting it fly at the closest goblin to him threatening Rai.
"Cluster? What do you mean by that?" Locke asks unsure about the usage of words.
He gets out his sling and gets it ready for the coming battle. "What do you think? Will we be charging in, running away from a chase, or simply go the other way?"
Locke stays in his saddle waiting for a response looking at the huge dog which would get seen before his horse let slone himself.
"That seems to be a strong number, stronger than we could handle. What do you say?" Locke asks looking to each of you around him.
Looking over at the settlement he asks, "Are these the goblins and Ogres we are looking for."
Locke gets off his horse to follow the tracks in the rocky terrain but picks up the trail.
Locke looks about and asks, "Do any of you have tracking skills? We are trying to track down the different ways the goblins may have went."
Getting off his horse he begins to circulate around the piles of gore and burnt bodies. He exclaims, "check out this trail, I believe this one we have not followed yet. There some are some larger prints with the goblins, perhaps ogre or giant."
He looks at her and then looks around not exactly sure himself, "I think you are going in the right direction. Lead on to the goblin massacre."
"Do you want to tell us about those activities, tell us as we walk." He turns then heading up the stairs and out to fresh air once more.
"Finally fellow, what have you been up to..." He says rather quickly as if he is ready to be off from this place.
Locke takes this time to check his inventory making sure all his items are in place. To an observant eye you can see he is just doing busy work to keep occupied.
"Do you see this armor, let alone I am a cleric, no stealth skills here." Locke offers simply.
Locke looks disturbed at these musings he stops and asks a few questions a bit worried, "Faeryl I don't know you very well but you don't seem like your race. You seem genuine. Do you trust the mirror? And if so, then perhaps you must act to change your outcome."
Locke first steps forward and asks to have an increase in Wisdom, stepping through then back again. He then responds to Arsil, "Yes, we are done here unless Velerait wants to be augmented. We have uncovered much here. On to the next location."
"Um, so what do we do now? Did he still have the dagger with him?" Locke asks.
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