"Your Highness, after several weeks in a carriage, I am prepared to declare war on roads, horses, and upholstery in equal measure. Your offer of a bath may be the greatest reward the Crown has bestowed upon me thus far"
A trace of amusement reaches Lope's eyes "For the next few days I intend to do something truly daring: rest. After that, I shall visit a few old friends in Meratt County. Lord Okerra deserves to hear how close his beloved Taldan Horse came to being sacrificed to politics and incompetence, Dame Crabbe will no doubt demand every detail I am trying not to remember, and Lady Sepsinia should hear how I defeated half of Yanmass dangers without even drawing a sword"
--- Later with Triphylla ---
"You continue to surprise me, my friend" a faint smile appears "Most people spend their time plotting how to place themselves closer to power. You are one of the few who would hand it away if you believed it would help others"
"But if matters reach such a point, then something has already gone terribly wrong" the Aldori's gaze drifts briefly toward the wing of the palace where Carrius is being cared for "I did not cross half of Taldor, fight cultists, argue with priests, and cut psychopomps in half so that I could sit on a throne while others do the fun stuff"
His expression softens slightly "The Princess has flaws. We all do. But she still believes Taldor can be better than it is. That alone places her ahead of most people who seek power"
Lope shrugs "As for young Carrius, the poor boy deserves a chance for a real childhood" and then chuckles quietly "Besides, can you imagine me as Steward of the Empire? I would spend half my time insulting senators and the other half challenging them to duels. The government would collapse within a month"
The smile becomes more genuine "Triphylla, my friend. My place is where it has always been: beside the people trying to build a better Taldor, not above them. If Eutropia succeeds, I will gladly serve. If she stumbles, I will help her stand. And if that is not enough, I will keep fighting for this country whatever that is at the time"
He places a hand on the halfling's shoulder "Still, I am honored by the trust. And should the Empire ever need saving from both its enemies and its rulers, I expect you will be there causing trouble beside me"
Lope stands silently as the Princess crosses the room and embraces the boy. All the theories, suspicions, prophecies, political calculations, and whispered doubts suddenly seem very small compared to the sight before him.
The Aldori lowers his gaze for a moment, allowing the siblings their privacy "We found a child with a battered mind in a cult's cage. Whatever else he may be, that part was always true"
Lope folds his arms "The cult, the drugs, the lies, the psychopomp on the bridge... It seems destiny was trying to prevent this very moment"
His expression hardens slightly then gives a respectful bow toward Eutropia "Your Highness, we are glad we arrived in time"
"And if this truly is the end of the journey, I would like the record to show that I was promised a bath several days ago and was cruelly denied it by destiny"
Lope lets Gloriana fall to his side as the last remnants of violet light fade into the morning air, watching for a moment the feathers scatter upon the wind "It seems, that it was Xan's destiny to be gone, not ours"
The Aldori turns the fallen scythe over with the tip of his blade, studying it briefly before looking toward the road ahead.
Spellcraft DC 23:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
"A servant of fate came to claim the boy, and yet fate itself denied him. That is not a contradiction I intend to ignore" A faint smile touches the corner of his mouth "If gods, psychopomps, cultists, generals, and half the powers of Taldor are all fighting over one frightened child, then perhaps the truth is worth hearing before anyone passes judgment"
He sheaths Gloriana with a practiced motion "Whatever he is, prince, pretender, experiment, or victim, he is reaching Oppara. And there, matters will be proven properly"
The Aldori glances over his companions, making certain none are gravely wounded "Triphylla, still standing. Good. St. John, try not to look too disappointed that I landed the final blow. I know how dearly you treasure stealing my victories"
The grin that follows makes it clear he is joking.
Then his expression settles into something more serious as he cups his hands around his mouth and calls toward the vineyards "Valeria!"
His voice carries across the fields "Valeria! The Reaper is down! You can come back now!"
Without waiting, Lope begins striding in the direction she fled, carefully picking his way through the rows of vines "And if you have wandered halfway to Oppara already," he adds loudly, "at least have the courtesy to leave tracks. Carrying princes is difficult enough without having to hunt oracles too"
HP 67/67 AC 22 TAC 20
-2 AC from charging (included in AC above)
4 mirror images 9 min
keen edge 90 min
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
blackblade 0/2
Spellcraft:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
"Tsk! He just teleported away!" Lope states while trying to cover his back against St. John and Triphylla "Be aware, he might attack from any angle next... Where is the boy?!"
With a magical move, the Aldori casts keen edge on his blade.
HP 67/67 AC 24 TAC 22
4 mirror images 9 min
keen edge 90 min
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
blackblade 0/2
Perception:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
"Where?!" Lope reacts, not sure where the creature is, but trying to deduce from the plants movement.
He does follow the others and just attempts to swing at the air where it seems the fight continues.
Concealment 50%:1d100 ⇒ 61 Aldori blackblade+pool:1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 1 = 22 Slashing/Magical damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (5) = 19
Riving strike for -2 to saves
HP 67/67 AC 24 TAC 22
4 mirror images
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
blackblade 0/2
Concentration DC 19:1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 2 = 31
Without the pure flames blade now, Lope carefully waves a frigid touch spell and tries to strike at the vanth with it "You are tough, but not as shouty as you were before. Has the nerves of the stage swallowed your tongue?!"
With great weapon expertise, he starts to wave swings at the creature, the first one overcharged with frigid magic.
Aldori blackblade+pool+flank-SC:1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 24 Slashing/Magical damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (5) = 19 Cold damage:4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 4, 2) = 14 Staggered 1 round if it hits (no save)
Lope maneuvers to avoid the scythe, his images moving with him, then to set a flank for Triphylla "You don't seem so confident of Pharasma backing up your plea now eh Xan!" with a last burst of magic, the Aldori keeps Gloria in pure flames to just deal fire damage and bypass the damage reduction of the creature.
Aldori blackblade+pool+flank:1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 1 + 2 = 27 Fire/Magical damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (5) = 25
"Tsk! This sucker can see the souls around him as well as we see the Sun in the sky!" Lope shouts frustrated as the creature destroys the carriage through the mist.
"Xan is a Vanth Psychopomp. We will need adamantine to pierce this creature's defenses!" Lope shares with the group as Gloria seems to fail to damage it.
The Aldori wishes Valeria's magic to work, but he does not wait to see what happens. He clenches his teeth and surrounds the creature to try flank it with Tryp.
Aldori blackblade+pool+flank:1d20 + 14 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 1 + 2 = 33 Magical/Slashing damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (1) = 16 1 is fire
"Of arrogance says the one that speaks on the name of a goddess!" Lope says a few magical words raising a quick magical protection, 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 images of himself appear around him.
"Well then, let this fight decide Pharasma's will!" he steps forward going into combat with the psychopomp, Gloria bursts in flames as he attacks.
Aldori blackblade+pool-Spell Combat:1d20 + 14 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 14 + 1 - 2 = 30 Magical/Slashing damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (2) = 222 is fire
Lope seems to wake up troubled by the night sleep. Short after they hop into the carriage, he informs the rest of the party about his dream if they are eager to listen to it.
Feel free to read my spoiler
K. planes DC 22:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
When they are interrupted, he observes Xan while Valeria tries to reason to him "I am not hopeful about dealing with him without violence my friends... he is a Vanth Psychopomp..."
As the conversation finishes he adds "Listen to her Xan. You call him an abomination. Perhaps he is. I have seen enough to know something has been twisted beyond its rightful course. But I have also seen the hand that twisted it, and it was not his own. The boy is not fleeing judgment. He was stolen from it. If you reap him now, you do not restore the cycle. You bury the crime."
The Aldori readies one hand with Gloria, while the other mantles the boy protectively "The ones who did this remain. A general blinded by ambition. A wizard weaving cages from souls. You may take the boy... yes. But then what? The architect walks free, and this..." he taps lightly against his temple, recalling the dream "...happens again. And again"
"Move away and we will sort this up"
P. Oratory to help Valeria:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
Lope returns from the church with St. John, and updates the party about the meeting with the Enumerator "I have also sent word through my uncle's contacts. By morning, we will have a discreet carriage arranged, ideally attached to one of his caravans leaving the city. We depart as merchants, nothing more. Blending into movement is always safer than creating it"
"Rest now. Properly. We leave at first light"
Morning comes quickly.
Lope emerges from his room composed, clean, and once more every inch the Aldori noble, fatigue buried beneath discipline and habit.
Outside, a modest but well-kept carriage waits among a small caravan preparing to depart. With practiced ease, Lope lifts and settles the boy into the carriage, ensuring he is positioned securely and out of sight.
"All aboard" he says, giving a final glance to the street while the rest of the party joins and the caravan begins to roll, direction, Oppara.
"It seems Yanmass has remembered where its future lies then, that is reassuring" Lope takes the offered items with care, weighing them briefly in his hands "The city is generous. I will make sure they are put to good use"
"Our course, then, is clear. We leave immediately. Quietly. The fewer who know, the better" he then bows to the Ennumerator "Thanks a lot Abrun, your help will be remembered, and I will make sure the Queen hears about your good management here in Yanmass"
With that, he firmly stretches the man's arm, vows, and retreats to arrange with the rest of the party the return to Oppara.
Lope offers a respectful incline of his head as he steps into the office "Your auguries serve you well. The cult has been... thoroughly disrupted. Its leadership is either dead, scattered, or in hiding. Their operations in Yanmass are no longer functional"
He places the recovered books forward with deliberate care "We uncovered records, proof of their activities, their structure, and their... methods. Indoctrination, manipulation, dangerous occult magic and the use of alchemical substances to maintain control over certain individuals of interest"
"There was also a holding area. Prisoners. One in particular stood out" the Aldori gazes briefly to St. John, then back "A young boy, kept in a heavily altered state, docile, dependent. Whatever they were doing to him, it was systematic"
"We have secured him. For now, he is safe" he lets that hang for a moment before continuing, more carefully "I will speak plainly, he indeed bears a... resemblance. Enough that one might draw certain conclusions, if one were inclined to do so"
"But I do not think he is indeed the son of the old King, but some kind of black magic experiment. Which is precisely why we believe discretion is paramount. Until his condition improves, and until the truth can be confirmed without doubt, it would be unwise to allow speculation to spread" his expression goes firm, straight to the eyes of the Enumerator.
"Our intention is to remove him from here immediately and place him somewhere secure"
I still quite enjoy the game actually. It is true it goes slow, but I myself have a hard time to post everyday the way I did before since I became a father. If it helps you, I am happy to have a few posts per week pace.
These past couple of weeks have been specially hectic though to me, so don't take that as the average.
"I will go with you St. John" Lope resolves with an energetic nod "The cult is broken, the threat contained, and the boy recovered. But let's not confirm who he is unless we are certain it will not leave that room. Rumors travel faster than horses"
Lope turns back toward the table, tapping it once, decisively "Meanwhile you prepare to leave immediately after. Every hour we remain here increases the chance someone starts asking the wrong questions"
With that, the Aldori departs and leaves for the church with St. John, requesting an audience with the Chief Enumerator and bringing the books the group has recovered as proof of the cult's dealings.
Lope keeps pushing the boy as they move through the quiet halls. Once outside and clear of immediate danger, he slows, glancing back only once to ensure no one follows.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
At the inn, he watches Valeria tend to the Prince in silence for a moment, arms folded, expression unusually restrained "...You have more patience than I do" he admits quietly.
"When morning comes, we should move carefully. Try not to have attention. We need to relocate him to Oppara, bring him to Lady Martella" he taps the table nervously, waiting for Triphylla's come back "She will know what to do with him. We cannot keep it secret in here"
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Lope nods to Valeria's comments "The boy is gone, but I hope your learnings can help him as well. Perhaps not now, but back home you can try to find a magical way to help him..."
He lets Trip find whatever materials she needs, then inspects the corridor some meters ahead, checking if it is safe for the group to leave.
Lope nods "I understand. It is a good idea Trip. Let's do it, I will cover your back in case something goes wrong"
The Aldori looks to side and side of the corridor as the halfling crosses to the dwarf's door, and looks to secure the Prince just behind him, pulling him from the clothes gently.
HP 62/67 AC 29 TAC 22
shield 2? min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
"Hey boy, come with me" Lope tries to raise the boy and accompany him out of the cell "Can we diminish the dose somehow until he improves?"
He checks for the cultists tunics and takes one, wrapping it around the boy "Better to avoid anyone noticing he is free..."
The Aldori hesitates to step towards the alchemist rooms "Why do you want to confront the dwarf now? Our main goals are done. We are pretty burned down and the boy is with us. Let's not risk it. Is there any reason you fear the dwarf can rebuild the cult without the boy?"
K. arcana:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20 K. arcana:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
"These studies are certainly terrible. We should keep these books, not only for proof of what the cult has been doing, but to avoid others picking up on the dealings" he also takes a quick look at the notes on the table "And here, there is enough proof of how the make the shows every night and how they take care of what they think as the Prince. Maybe you know how to counteract the drugs they have administered him, Triphylla. I have no idea of them"
After his search on the cultists clothes, Lope finds a key, and just moves to the prison and unlocks the cell "You are now free" guessing the child is too drugged to notice, he will help him out.
Lope will try to identify the magical items when there is time, likely back at the party's lair.
Spellcraft green bottle:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 Spellcraft red bottle:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26 Spellcraft clear bottle:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34 Spellcraft ebony wand:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 Spellcraft mithral chain:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 Spellcraft talisman with animals:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 Spellcraft talisman with spirits:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 Spellcraft electrum headband:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31 Spellcraft gold signet ring:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32 Spellcraft potions in a clear:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24 Spellcraft midline blue cloaks:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Lope remains still for a long breath, blade lowered but not sheathed, as if listening to something far away. Then he exhales slowly, blinking once, twice, his posture straightening as clarity returns to his eyes "...Ah, what an unpleasantly intimate performance. I would not recommend it"
He regains his composure while pressing his fingers briefly to his temple "My thanks, Lady Valeria. Remind me to never doubt your timing again"
The distant sounds draw his attention, and steps lightly toward the eastern barred door. He leans just enough to peer through "Keys, our friend must have carried them"
He kneels by the fallen cultist, searching for the prison keys.
Confusion:1d20 ⇒ 8
Lope's instincts tell him to throw himself to the floor and try to put off the flames, but his training force him to focus his wits.
Remembered about the vial, he hands for the infusion given by Tryphilla and drinks it on a quick shot.
Will:1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 4 = 16
HP 62/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Confusion:1d100 ⇒ 40
"Si does asid mindolin recta est" Lope phrases out, looking at the dance between the halfling and the cultist. If the sentence has any sense, it does only to him.
Confusion:1d100 ⇒ 27
"Da oil bla de blade Tryp da oil of essence" Lope replies to the halfling, while balancing Gloria from one hand to the other, ready to snap at all the enemies that surround him, unreacting to the fire catching on his cloak.
HP 64/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Confusion:1d100 ⇒ 47
Before St. John makes his move, Lope babbles incoherently. When attacked, he looks back at the moustached enemy, his killing instincts kicking up.
Confused by her owner's behavior, Gloria telepathically protests to him, wishing to bite the real enemy, the manipulative cultist.
Despite his confusion, Lope dodges and blocks with magic all of St. John powerful but inaccurate attacks.
HP 67/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
I would love to go into book 4, but I totally understand, recruiting a couple more people at this point rarely works out as planned. It is rare for new players to engage with the party and the adventure at this point.
Other than that, if you feel you prefer to call for an end, working into a narrative end is the best option.
1d100 ⇒ 90->attack nearest creature 1: Valeria, 2: John:1d2 ⇒ 1
Lope feels the healing behind him, but he gets confused and almost entirely reactively, he swings back at Valeria with his sword.
Aldori blackblade+pool:1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 1 = 16 Magical/Slashing damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (4) = 20
He does realize of his error in the last moment, and swings poorly on the air.
HP 20/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Lope staggers half a step as his swing lands on a sudden image. One hand presses lightly to his side "My dear Valeria..." he exhales, voice dipped in velvet and just a hint of drama, "it pains me to admit it, but I would rather not perish here and ruin the evening's performance... nor deny you the chance to see me at my best" the Aldori offers a slight courtly bow "And while I would much prefer to suffer in dignified silence, I fear the play may end rather abruptly if this humble leading role collapses before the final act. If your grace would be so kind... I confess I am in dare need"
HP 20/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Lope moves in to prepare a flanking position for Triphylla "Oh, I see now. You went a bit wrong though, my friend here, she is not the kind that bodes well with receiving orders!"
Aldori blackblade+pool:1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 1 = 22 Magical/Slashing damage+pool+AS+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 + 2 + (1) = 16
HP 20/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
"What the..." Lope blinks for a moment, not seeing what is going on, but clearly noticing the door has opened "Someone or something opened that door"
When Triphylla points out there is someone, he reacts going into a defensive stance "Who is there?"
Despite already badly hurt, he readies himself to attack the hidden enemy, should he suddenly appear near enough.
Readied attack (can do a 5' step as part of the ready):
Seeing no keys, Lope approaches to the prison door and looks through the window to try confirm the heir, or someone that resembles him, is trapped there "Hi there. Are you ok?"
Unless the sight makes him think it is not appropriate to, he will try to force the door open.
Disable Device:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Visibly injured by the bolt, Lope quickly looks at Triphylla, then at Valeria "Can you save her?"
Then, swiftly proceeds to the prison while the others help the halfling and loot the room. He peeks inside and looks around for the keys.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
HP 20/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Seeing the cultist to get frozen, Lope tries to quickly finish him up with a deep, precise cut of his aldori sword.
Coup de grace:2d8 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 18 + 2 = 26 Flaming damage:1d6 ⇒ 1 Fort DC 37 to not die
"Ah! Let's make it the hard way then!" Lope moves to engage with the blue cultist while he overloads his sword with a shocking grasp and swiftly makes it on fire as well.
Aldori blackblade+pool:1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 14 + 1 = 30+3 if he has metal armor or weapon Magical/Slashing damage+pool+flaming:1d8 + 9 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 + (6) = 21 Shocking grasp electrical damage:5d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 3, 4, 5) = 19
HP 46/67 AC 29 TAC 22
arcane pooled sword (+1, flaming) 1 min
shield 5 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Lope does not hesitate at the threshold. He steps inside as if he deserves to be there "Still drowning in petitions?" he remarks lightly to the half-stirring cultist, glancing at the stacks of paperwork "The faithful multiply faster than the ink dries. A promising inconvenience"
He gives them a faint nod "The Dawn approaches sooner than some expect. Best have your tallies in order. The Child's ascent leaves little room for clerical embarrassment"
Bluff:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
As he speaks, he drifts further into the chamber, scanning the different elements, noticing the trapdoor at the top, then casually reaching the barred door. He leans just enough to peer through, expecting, if the cult is hiding the Prince, dead or alive, this is where the truth will lie.
Sense Motive:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Lope does not flinch at the dwarf's snarl. If anything, her suspicion seems to sharpen him. He raises both hands slowly, palms outward in theatrical surrender. "Laudanum? If I wished to steal from you, High Huddrigga, I would not insult you with something so pedestrian"
He does take the tug from Triphylla, and getting she has understood something he did not, he nods and starts to retreat "Sorry to interrupt, we will solve this by ourselves"
The Aldori swiftly closes the doors behind "So, what was that?"
He waits to see if Trip has anything to explain, but otherwise readies himself to continue the exploration of the basement. Opening D door next, I guess?
Lope steps into the room and gestures like alarmed to the dwarf "Excuse me to interrupt High Huddrigga. We need your help, the Prince Carrius seems to be having some kind of big alteration episode, we worry something might be going wrong. You have to look at it!"
Bluff:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14Ouch!
"The Dreamrender?" Lope echoes "Seems like this Huddrigga might be behind the crazy edicts of the cult then. Perhaps it is a good idea to go face her first. If everyone fears her and dismiss the noises at her room, probably no one is going to come investigate then"
If no one has any further question or concern, Lope will go for the door. Give himself and others some seconds to make sure shield is up.
HP 67/67 AC 29 TAC 22
shield 8 min
keen edge 80 min
ablative barrier 8 h
Lope blinks suddenly impressed by the woman "Cassaranda Florint. Yes, Martella sent us" he pauses for a second giving thought to her words "If this Pol is a dangerous one, we probably should deal with him before we leave, then. About Prince Carrius... I start to worry it might be him in fact who they have somehow abducted into their sect. We have to find out. If you can follow us, we should get to the bottom of this business"
If no one opposes to continue exploring the basement, Lope will open the next door to the south (C).
"You are very observant woman" Lope offers a grin "We were sent by Princess Eutrophia to solve the problems at Yanmass, and we are now trying to neutralize the danger this cult poses. If you have any information that might help us in our mission or to take you out of here safely, this is the time to share woman"
He does give a nervous look at Diana "If you can create an illusion of her in the cell, I think that is our best chance. It should give us at least enough time..."
"But we need to finish our search in this basement..." the Aldori gives a look at the corridor, and evaluates the chance to reach the next door C.
Lope breathes relieved as Valeria takes over the conversation "Thanks Valeria. Yes, she is right. But we need to move on, the distraction will not last forever. Now, shall we take the risk of finding out, or should we move out with this poor woman?"
The Aldori looks at the others, his nerves at proof by the tension of the moment "If what she says is true, we should be able to just drag her around as if she was a prisoner. But if we go deep, we might end trapped between the rats and the cultists..."
Sense Motive:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
"A weapon... that does not make much sense... Where is this child? Do you know?" Lope inquiries, while looking nervously to the doors "But we need to move on. How did they move you along without calling the attention of the golem before?"
The Aldori looks around trying to find some cultists robes they could use on the woman.
"We will more deeply talk later, but now, we need to know, what do you know about this Twilight Child?" Lope helps the woman out and rushes her to get out of the cell and the room "The wererats are about to come back at any time. We are trying to unveil the truth about the raise of the heir of Taldor"
He does look for something he can left at the cell to simulate the woman curling inside bellow a blanket or just the molded straw.
Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
