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Khorshid investigates the crate and finds that it only contained dozens upon dozens of rats and little else that might have even been found useful has either been eaten or waterlogged in the sewer water long ago.
Kyra looks over the grate and finds no more than rust as the Armenian Man steps forward and puts his shoulder into the center of the grate.
ccccrrreeeEAK!"
The grate breaks and topples into the sewage. The walkways to either side of the sewer flow suddenly turn hard to the left and right as the sewer opens into a large 30-foot-by-35-foot chamber. The murky water flow slows here to a crawl and the smells of trash and offal grow strong. Piled in each corner of this room, half on the walkway and half in the water are mounds of storm debris, rubbish, and animal corpses. A large drain pipe juts down a few feet out of the 10-foot-high ceilings and drips water through a grate into the center of the room.
As you draw close to the room you spot one of the mounds of trash shifting about as something large scurries around within. “Like this room better. Big lizard man no kick me from here. This my home.” You hear a muffled vice with speak in between bites of it munching on garbage.
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A large body jumps out from the middle of the trash pile as it skitters across the ground. This three-legged freak is mostly mouth. Three tentacles, two tipped with barbs and one with eyes, extend from its sides. "What, who there?"
This creature is seriously wounded—its right tentacle is scorched and drags limply through the muck and it’s bleeding from large bite wounds all over its ovoid body.
Welp, it wouldn’t be a sewer-slog without an encounter with an …
“Can we be of any support… for the right agreed compensation of course!?“
“Oh, you poor thing! Relax, now. Don’t listen to Khorshid. We’re friends, and I can prove it by healing you.”
Kyra bows her head to pray. “Sarenrae, Resplendent. Show Your mercy to all living things under the Sun.”
“We’ve killed the lizard man. He’s still fresh if you’re looking for a snack. Unless you’d like to …”
The priestess takes in the swanky swampy ambience and grimaces. “… let him marinate for a while?”
"I'm Kyra. What's your name? And who caused those terrible injuries to you?"
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The creature licks its toothy chops as the garbage doesn't seem to be sating its unending hunger. "Fresh MEAT!" It squeals loudly as Khorshid is unable to recognize such a filthy specimen. All he knows for sure is it definitely isn't the crocodile.
All but Kyra and Armenian Man notice the noise starting to rouse the garbage to the southeast beginning to heave upward as it awakens a second creature.
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BOLD IS UP!:
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➤ Aatish e
⠀⠀➤ Ghermez
➤ Zinta
Monster (Red)
Monster (Green)
Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x
The Armenian Man
Roland Huntmaster
⠀⠀Baldo II
Kyra
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”You dumb beasts will feel the power of the dragons!!“ he says and rides forward!
Khorshid concentrates again and shoots strange acid from his mouth on both creatures!!!
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If implanting tricks in himself, the caster merely spends 5 minutes in contemplation; otherwise, he consults star charts while ritually asking the creature questions, and still must touch them to do so. At 1st level, he can select multiple instances of the same trick to implant in a single subject. At 5th level, a chart caster can implant two different subjects with multiple instances of one trick each and can choose a different trick for each subject. The number of additional subjects increases by one for every 4 mesmerist levels he has beyond 5th.
Using this ability again on an existing subject or to implant any trick on a new subject ends all previously implanted tricks. The caster can trigger only one instance of the same trick on a given subject per round.
This alters mesmerist tricks and manifold tricks.
"Cor."
Swearing isn't a Kyran key competence.
"And people wonder why Pathfinders gained the 'murder-hobo' tag from the get-go."
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Khorshid sends his acidic breath across the numerous trash piles as both he and Zinta step out onto the slippery sewer floor.
Both remain upright as Zinta sends a swath a blinding glitter into the air.
The pair of creatures are burned by the phantasmagorical breath as the acid coats their bodies. Zintas dust coats the area but doesn't manage to blind the pair.
The wounded and quite hungry garbage monster scuttles across the floor as it bites at Khorshid.
The second garbage beast bursts forth from the trash pile and snaps violently at the gnome.
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BOLD IS UP!:
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➤ Aatish e
⠀⠀➤ Ghermez
➤ Zinta
Monster (Red)
Monster (Green)
➤ Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x
➤ The Armenian Man
➤ Roland Huntmaster
⠀⠀➤ Baldo II
➤ Kyra
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"Magdh, you tricked us! So fiesty!" The Armenian Man nearly squeals with glee when the otyugh bursts forth from the pile of filth. A rippling psychedelic shimmer cascades in splotches across his body as Magdh's favor washes over him. As the sparkles fade away, he steps forward and strikes at the otyugh he was so amused with.
"Dang."
Kyra draws her scimitar as she moves 5' to the east.
She then readies an action to cast CLW on an ally within reach that is injured by a garbage monster.
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Z'hor'll inspires the group as he draws forth a whip. "I don't stink, you stink, of delicious fresh meat!" The Armenian Man moves in as his scythe scrapes against the stone wall, drawing up sparks.
Roland and Baldo us the cover of their companions to rush into the fray unhindered as both of their attacks miss as well. Kyra draws her famed blade as she prepares to heal any of the immediately injured.
As Korshid breathes more acid onto the wounded creature it squirms about in pain.
It takes a moment for the creature to realize that the acid isn't affecting it at all. "You messing with me?" Khorshid quickly begins to retreat drawing the ire of both creatures as tentacles reach out to swat at the gnome.
Korshid manages to get away unharmed.
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BOLD IS UP!:
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Aatish e
⠀⠀Ghermez
➤ Zinta
Monster (Red)
Monster (Green)
Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x
The Armenian Man
Roland Huntmaster
⠀⠀Baldo II
Kyra
Kyra realizes something else she doesn't have.
"Ahh ... If we find a shield, can I please have it?"
Even sans shield, the cleric's tone is defensive. "I mean, even Valeros is smart enough to carry a shield these days."
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Zinta's magic missile pelts into the wounded garbage aberration as the pair shriek and bite at Baldo and Roland.
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+ Grab
Roland gets grabbed as one of the creature's tentacles wraps tightly around his waist.
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BOLD IS UP!:
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➤ Aatish e
⠀⠀➤ Ghermez
➤ Zinta
Monster (Red)
Monster (Green)
➤ Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x
➤ The Armenian Man
➤ Roland Huntmaster
⠀⠀➤ Baldo II
➤ Kyra
Frustrated by her lack of athleticism, combined with the limited positions from which to engage the trash-munchers, Kyra falls back on her healing skills.
She steps 5’ to the east and ✨casts cure light wounds on Baldo.
“Did the Dawnflower ever create a more practical symbol of unconditional love, than when She made the humble canine.”
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Z'Hor'll moves in and finds Roland captured. With a wave of his hand Roland becomes a tad bit slipperier as the scorpion whip cracks the air.
Armenian Man's scythe slices through the wounded creature's body splitting it open as it kills it quickly. Baldo leaps down into the slippery muck as Roland and his companion attack in unison, both inflicting injuries.
Kyra heals Baldo's bruised ribs. Khorshid manages to frighten the garbage monster as it shakes more than a magical paint agitator.
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BOLD IS UP!:
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Aatish e
⠀⠀Ghermez
➤ Zinta
Monster (Green)
Z'hor'll B'bblebr'x
The Armenian Man
Roland Huntmaster
⠀⠀Baldo II
Kyra
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Zinta moves around the corner to the opposing side of the garbage monster and sends more magical missiles into its side.
As she does so Roland manages to wrestle free of its grasp s the Otyugh slumps to the floor in defeat. Over the years, the Arcanamirium’s trash has made its way into the sewers below, and this room has collected a number of items among the filth and debris that the Otyugh's lived in.
Does anybody know what might have happened to this poor soul? as he holds up a severed, tattooed arm.
“Ahh ... a little more respect maybe, Roland?”
Sheesh.
The cleric picks up the broken wand apprehensively, like the item is covered in ... *Blech* The sacrifices I make for y'all."
Kyra sheaths her scimitar before any more filth blights the blade. “Among other things, I smell old faction Missions.”
“Can you tell what valence level the pearl of power is attuned to, Khorshid?”
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"That flute is lovely. Not my thing, but if one boiled it for a month and then replaced all the pads, it should make some lovely music!
"As is, I barely want to touch it!
"Oh, that reminds me, I should set up a message spell with you all. Then you can all hear my jokes and stories even if we need to be quiet!"
It keeps getting better and better.
“Outstanding, Z'hor'll.”
Kyra sighs. “But, please. No fishy puns while we’re doing wet work.”
♒
"Are we moving on now?"
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"Fishy puns? You wound me, madam!"
Z'hor'll grabs his chest, and falls back into the water. As he floats, everyone hears in their ear...
'A merman had one stubborn daughter
who rebelled against what her dad taught her.
When she swam to dry land,
she could then understand
she was just like a fish - out of water!'
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Another hour west on foot from the otyugh lair the slippery, muck-filled tunnel suddenly branches north and south. A steady flow of rushing water enters the tunnel from the north branch and a flickering light casts a steady glow on the north walls. You begin to hear voices speaking in draconic echoing off of the tunnels ahead but are too far away to make out exactly what they are speaking of.
"Fishy puns? You wound me, madam!"
Don't tempt me.
Kyra considers the Armenian Man’s standpoint.
'Draconic speakers in the sewers? Yep, I’m thinking kobolds.'
'I know Diplomacy failed dismally with the Garbage-guts, but I think it’s worth another shot… if someone speaks Draconic.'
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Khorshid shakes his head and answers via the message spell.
"Of course this is draconic Z'hor'll! I speak 10 languages - including infernal which is the pinnacle of linguistic and contractual beauty - and I should know that this is draconic because I am a direct descendant of a fine aristocratic line of dragons! Now let me take care of these unnerving kobolds!" the small gnome with pink-gray hair says agitated.
He immediately starts riding forward with his riding dog to confront these lesser beings but his full plate armor makes a lot of noise while he is riding forward.
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The water is 2 feet deep throughout the tunnels, though it flows rapidly out of the north chamber’s storm drains. Because of the rapidity of the water, the tunnel floor has been cleansed of mud and muck allowing you to move normally here.
Little by little you slosh through the water as Z'hor'll listens into the nearly one-sided conversation from a safe distance. "Crocodile....King.....Army."
Khorshid and Armenian Man make a lot of noise as the voice becomes quite hushed. Rounding the corner you find Lemedor, Fuln's animal handler speaking with a pair of troglodytes, that seem to be treating him with some sort of reverence as well as a wolf, near his side. It's fur is raised on end in hackles as he gently places a hand on her side. "Now, now Snowy. At least let them explain why they are interrupting the King."
This certainly doesn't seem like the dim-witted animal handler that Fuln described but it is certainly him.
“Xulgath tribe, you are being conned by a human wage-slave with a single crocodile. He may be ambitious, but lacks the wit and wisdom to rise above the sewerage.”
‘Speaking of crocs, watch out that it isn’t close-by. Maybe submerged?’
Kyra stands well back.