"Now, now. None of that!"
Tekmin charges across the battlefield and takes two whacks at the witch.
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Looks like the ruse is up. Tekmin prepares to whack the witch with his frying pan.
Hmm. A distraction... Tekmin wiggles his fingers, pointing at the far side of the room, and a hazy vision of a burning skeleton seems to pop out of one wall and into another. Seconds later, there's an odd cracking and moaning sound.
"Woah! I'm pretty flammable too. Or is it 'inflammable', Master Crick?" Tekmin says. "I can never keep those straight."
"Undead fiery goblins? Sounds like a 'doom' to me!" Tekmin observes. "Maybe we should take care of him, too."
"Is he an ally of the witch? We're not just going to run through the tunnels killing every goblin we see!" Tekmin exclaims. "We're not some kind of marauders."
"Oh! Like, the Sandpoint Devil? I thought that was a myth," Tekmin says. "It sounds like she's lying to the goblins too. Maybe we can take her out and convince the other goblins to be productive workers like you are, Tunch."
"Are the other goblins going to attack us, then?" Tekmin frowns. "I don't mind taking out a witch, but I don't want to hurt mind-controlled goblins."
"Ah, hello Tunch! My name is Tekmin, and it's a pleasure to meet you," the halfling offers. "We were a bit worried that you would be some terrible monster! Can you tell us about the Whistlefangs and the witch? We are substitute adventurers, so we might be able to help you, as long as it's not too dangerous."
Tekmin will be the last through the door, and peak out under the jamb if he can to see what follows them.
"Oh, a secret door! Should we slip through and hide?" Tekmin asks. "Someone is coming!"
"Oh no! It's what you always say happens with traps!" Tekmin resolves to protect his mentor from such things in the future. "Any other traps in here? I'll go first!"
"Ooop!" Tekmin gets pulled back from the edge he was looking over just in time. "Some bones down there. Very spooky! Exactly what I'd expect from a Pit!"
"Well, eventually everyone dies," Tekmin agrees. "But you're supposed to teach me how to be a powerful witch first, so try to hang on a little longer."
"Me too!" Tekmin adds, enthusiastically. The information they have found out about The Pit so far is hardly encouraging. "Let's swing through the tavern one more time looking for adventurers--adventurers love taverns--and if we can't find anyone we can at least have a hot meal."
"Well, we're currently looking for a group of adventurers to investigate The Pit!. We haven't had much luck so far," Tekmin confides. "We might have to take a look ourselves if we don't find someone soon, but..." he lowers his voice, "Adventuring always makes Master Crick so cranky."
"Townsfolk! It's natural to be scared of a spirit like Nuala, but she is long dead now and summoning her only served to make sure that her spirit was at rest. She may have been no friend of the town, but she was able to warn us of some upcoming danger, which we are searching for adventurers to address." Tekmin tries to win the town audience over with his charms.
"IF it were me, I wouldn't learn anything about someplace called, 'The Pit.' Sounds very unpleasant. Do you think it's just chock full of goblins? Maybe we should bring a keg of pickles." Tekmin speculates. "Did you find any adventurers around, Ximble?"
Tekmin asks around town about The Pit.
"Boy, what a sourpuss! I hope I'm in better spirits after I die," Tekmin realizes that his joke is probably in poor taste and quickly wipes the smile from his face. "Master Crick, do you think there are any suitable adventurers around? It's been so quiet around Sandpoint lately, and most of the adventurers are off chatting with Runelords in New Thassalon or trying to become linnorm kings, I think."
"Look, I think you would rest better if you forgave the people of Sandpoint. Many of the people who tormented you aren't even around any more."
Tekmin searches his memory for relevant information about the town, "I wouldn't call you a doom, Nualia. That's terribly unkind! You had reasons for what you were doing, and we can understand them."
"I know it is no fun to serve as a lesson for everyone--believe me, some people," the halfling glances over his shoulder at Wherby, "Are always calling me a bad example. But, Sandpoint has really learned and grown since your time. People have changed quite a bit, and mostly for the better."
"Oh, Nualia! We've heard all about you from these fine priests," Tekmin begins. "I don't think they have any hatred in their hearts for you, and I certainly don't!"
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"Ximble, what did I ever do to your shadow?" Tekmin rushes to the remaining shadow and attacks. for
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"Ugh, what's happening? They're stealing my strength!" Tekmin pulls a bottle of holy water from his belt and smashes it against the shadow!
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Tekmin swings his frying pan wildly, hoping to disperse the shadow.
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With his attacks not doing much to hinder the creatures, Tekmin falls back on a little trick that Master Crick showed him.
Tekmin pulls out his frying pan and starts swinging.
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Tekmin starts a lively jig, often seen in the taverns he frequents, to bolster the spirits from the ritual.
"Don't worry folks, nothing to see here. We already took care of all of the dangerous stuff, and we're not even adventurers!"
"Wow, she had quite the life--and death! As Master Crick always says, 'That's what happens when you get mixed up with adventurers!' Hopefully she'll have some insights for us," Tekmin says, excitedly.
"It seems like a lot of dooms to me!" Tekmin says. "Usually one doom is enough to take care of things, I think." "How many times have you been doomed? I don't think I ever have. Cursed, sure. But, I don't think doomed."
"Excellent work, as usual, Master Crick!" Tekmin takes some notes on the amazing discoveries of his mentor.
Tekmin, striking out on his own, decides it is best to try to help his mentor. "Master Crick, what about those markings? Very significant, I'd say."
Tekmin continues to poke around. You never know what you might find, and it sure is a mystery!
"Fiery blasts, huh? Well, that deserves some more investigation." Tekmin cautiously ventures back to take a close look at the site.
Tekmin's interjections continue to pepper the conversation between Wherby and Brodert.
The halfling sticks out his tongue at Ursividae while Wherby's back is turned.
Tekmin, of course, hangs around Wherby and is sure to point out all of his master's accomplished deeds during the clearing of the dungeon to Brodert. He describes every detail he remembers to the local expert. "And fire! Whoosh!"
"Yes, someone responsible should watch over it. We don't want demons being summoned under the graveyard, again," Tekmin agrees.
"Well, would you look at that!" Tekmin exclaims. "Who would have thought that something like this would be under our little town. And who just leaves valuable weapons lying around?!" The halfling takes a few experimental swings with the ranseur, barely managing to avoid tripping up his colleagues. "Whoops, these scrolls fell out!" "It's a good thing you know Thassilonian, master. I bet this place was just chock full of horrible traps! Remember those adventures you told me about who got turned inside-out by a rune in the swamp?"
"Thanks for the healing, Herok," Tekmin grins. [b]"Can anyone understand this writing? It looks like a bunch of squirming spiders to me."
"I have a bad feeling about this. Demons and Thassilonian runes, hum, hum," Tekmin grumbles.
Tekmin blows the smoke out of his face, "Down with you, now."
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for Tekmin continues to thunk away at the overgrown campfires, "Yes, sir!"
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Tekmin wrinkles his nose and attacks the combusted on the left. "Don't worry, I'm only singed!"
◆◆Combat Grab:
(Press) Requirements You have one hand free, and your target is within reach of that hand. Using your prior
attack to shift your opponent's guard, you take another swing and grab them. Make a melee Strike while keeping one hand free. If the Strike hits, you grab the target using your free hand. The creature remains grabbed until the end of your next turn or until it Escapes, whichever comes first. Escape DC 22.
"No worse than opening the oven door," Tekmin exaggerates as his eyebrows smoke.
for Tekmin relies on his calloused hands to withstand the heat of the creature as he grabs its arm, pulling it off-guard.
"I think so, Herok. Did the Thassilonians worship Abraxis and qlippoths? Tekmin questions. "They certainly seem like nasty customers." "What do you suppose they were doing in Sandpoint? There's nothing really interesting here." With only unsettling carvings here, Tekmin is ready to open the other secret door.
Tekmin peers at the southern door, "Tricky! Perhaps there is still something good behind it."
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