Assuming with all the people arond it is possible to flank
Attack Damage
Lamsfel adjusts his footing by 5', as necessary, to give/get a flank before attacking the creature with both blades.
Rufus' pitchfork draws a trio of furrows along the thing's shoulder blade, and though Hilrune's efforts are easily dodged, one of Lamsfel's short swords manages to draw a bit of ichor as well. Bit by bit the thing weakens - and that final strike, as weak as it was, seems to be the last it can take. With a shriek of pain, it dissolves into a puddle of shadows that seem to melt into the floor and disappear.
Lamsfel sheathes both swords in a fluid motion, as natural as when he drew them, and studies the floor where the shadowstuff faded away for a moment. "Mirrored Sanctuary..."
DM Shisumo:
Turning to the others, "Is everyone all right? Any injuries?"
Turning to the others, "Is everyone all right? Any injuries?"
"One of Martine's arrows got me, but it's no more than a scratch now. What happened here?"
Turning to the others, "Is everyone all right? Any injuries?""One of Martine's arrows got me, but it's no more than a scratch now. What happened here?"
Startled, the elf looks at the half-orc for confirmation. "Martine? Our host Martine? What would prompt her to attack you?"
"As for what happened here, you saw the second of two shadow-creatures that appeared in our midst. One seemed to be intent on me, attacking no one else before it was dispatched. The second, as you saw, was focused on Hilrune here. They made some reference to a "Mirrored Sanctuary" and preventing us from finding it or some such. I have no idea what this Mirrored Sanctuary might be -- I've seen no mention of it in my research and have no idea what it might be. Has anyone else heard of it? Hilrune?"
Rufus' pitchfork draws a trio of furrows along the thing's shoulder blade, and though Hilrune's efforts are easily dodged, one of Lamsfel's short swords manages to draw a bit of ichor as well. Bit by bit the thing weakens - and that final strike, as weak as it was, seems to be the last it can take. With a shriek of pain, it dissolves into a puddle of shadows that seem to melt into the floor and disappear.
Except a trident can be used one handed...I've tried using a pitchfork one handed with little succes...of course, I was attacking hay bales, not summoned creatures :)
Did we get anything for subduing our opponent in the stables? Also, I seem to have forgotten to track xp...do you have a running total?
"Corath mentioned something about her being under some kind of spell. We subdued her and tied her up, then came here to see if you were also under attack. Guess it was a good thing."
Rufus still has his impromptu weapon in hand, looking as though he misses his bow.
Therin nearly flicks some of the black blood from his blades and then looks around at the books and with a wrinkled nose wipes it on his pantsleg instead.
"Interesting. There certainly seems to be something more sinister here than a disagreement between the clerics. Whatever this creature didn't what you to uncover is obviously in this library somewhere, but I would suspect that the person who was trying to stop you is nearby. Perhaps we should go and have a talk with some of the other clerics, they may know more about this Mirrored Sanctuary and we may be able to ferret out just who doesn't want us to uncover it."
"I hope the others haven't been attacked or turned against us. One preistess was bad enough, I'd rather not take on an entire abbey of clerics."
"Did those things hurt anyone here?"
"I am fine, though my most powerful magic has been almost entirely consumed today." Ar'dreth replies to Corath while sheathing his longsword.
"I am fine, though my most powerful magic has been almost entirely consumed today." Ar'dreth replies to Corath while sheathing his longsword.
"Hm.."
Carath moves close to PrettyKill and whispers something to her while gesturing ar Ar'deth...
...and sighs when she stares at him, confused.
"It is ok Corath, Prettykill is better served fighting for her own safety. I still have my sword."
"Fellow pathfinders , I think we have to speak seriously there but first can you show me your wayfinder ? Here is mine "
"Corath mentioned something about her being under some kind of spell. We subdued her and tied her up, then came here to see if you were also under attack. Guess it was a good thing."
Rufus still has his impromptu weapon in hand, looking as though he misses his bow.
"From what little I know of spellcraft, spells to make you do things against your will are often relatively short. We should be sure to see to Martine first -- she might be herself by now and could tell us something about her attacker, possibly." He starts gathering up his pack and bow, which had been stowed under his study table. At Hilrune's request of the others, Lamsfel just raises an eyebrow.
Corath rumages around in his pack until he finds his wayfinder.
"Here, might not be in the same shape as when I got it, but it is mine and it still works."
Therin will nod his head to Corath and show his as well. "We are who we claim, though you are right to be mistrustful."
Ar'dreth retrieves his wayfinder from his belt pouch and holds it up for Hilrune to see. "Never leave home without it. I agree we should see to Martine."
Looking at Hilrune, Lamsfel says, "Satisfied, my friend? Or do you need to see mine again?"
He starts toward the door, pausing to see if he's alone, as he says, "We really should see about untying our hostess and making sure she's well. But whatever we do, I'll feel better if we remain together for the time being, if no one objects."
Therin will nod his head to Lamsfel. "I agree with that, Lamsfel. Let us ensure that Martine is ok and find out if she is back to her senses. Once we know this, we can move on and find out what has become of the others. We should keep our eyes open though when we talk to the others to try and determine if they may be bewitched or not."
"Aye, let's go then. We can take care of any others we encounter on the way." He plaves a hand on PrettyKill's side as he leads her out, leaning in to whisper to her.
"Come on my friend, we need to make sure are newest companion it okay."
Thr group slips out of the library and up the stairs toward the outer courtyard. The abbey is quiet, with only the ever-present sound of the dissonant chords blowing through the walls reaching their ears. They encounter no one as they reach the stables, where Martine is still lying, tied up and unconcious. She is beaten and bloody, and in this state it seems hard to imagine that she could be a threat to anyone - she looks more like a sleeping child.
"You know, if there wasn't blood trickling down my back from her arrow, I'd feel bad for the precaution's we took."
He moves over to the goblin dog's stall, checking to make sure it is okay. He has to take PrettyKill along too, because she is looking at Martine lying there helpless, and he does not like the look in her eyes.
Eyebrows raised, Lamsfel looks back and forth between the druid and the slight cleric. He will quickly check for hidden weapons on the tiny woman and make sure her bow is out of her sight before trying to gently shake her awake.
Perception looking for weapons
Heal
Therin keeps an eye out for anyone else who might be going to approach while letting the others look over Martine and wake her up. "Is she alright? Does anyone have the ability to help her gain consciousness so we can see if she is still controlled and maybe pick up a bit more information?"
"I suppose I could use the wand we got from the goblin..."
Corath, PrettyKill close behind, walks over to Martine's stall and reaches in with the wand to heal her.
Cure Light Wounds:
Though Lamsfel's attempts to tend her wounds almost appear to do more harm than good, under the healing magics of Corath's wand, Martine's eyes flutter and then slowly open.
"Ow," she murmurs, blinking. "What hap-" With a start, she realizes she is tied up and jerks upright, then suddenly moans in pain and slumps back. Her eyes are still wide and frightened, though, as she looks around. "What are you doing? Why am I tied up? What's going on?"
Sense Motive
Hilrune did look at the wayfinders but followed the others when they decided to check on Martine
Sense motive
"Martine, what is the last thing you remember ? Let her reply , everyone !"
Corath's Sense Motive:
PrettyKill's Sense Motive:
Though confusion and pain are clearly visible in her eyes, there is no sign of the almost-mechanical behavior that would normally be associated with a dominated mind. For all that you call tell, she is herself again.
Martine frowns, looking around in terror and bewilderment. "I... I..." Suddenly her eyes widen. "Oh, by His bow! Corath! I shot you!" She looks around again, as though searching for someone else. "I didn't have a choice! I'm so, so sorry! There was someone here, someone..." She frowns, as though trying to find words. "Someone shadowy, who looked into my eyes, and suddenly I couldn't do anything but what they said! 'Kill the Pathfinders,' they told me. 'Tell them that they will never lay claim to the Mirrored Sanctuary - it belongs to your masters.' And then you showed up here, and... and..." She trails off and begins sobbing.
Corath steps into the stall to untie Martine, offering what little comfort he can. It's harder trying to calm down something without fangs, fur, scales, or claws though...
"It's okay, you couldn't help it anymore than I could help PrettyKill learn to eat with a fork."
Therin will nod and pat Martine lightly on the shoulder as she is unbound. "Its ok, lass, it wasn't your intention. Just be on your guard while we find out what caused this. We don't know yet if there is some lingering control, if so, we need you to fight it."
He considers what she says "It said the mirrored sanctuary belonged to your Masters. Does that make any sense to you? Either what the mirrored sanctuary is, or who it may have been referring to? Whatever this creature is, it seems awfully determined to keep us from finding something we weren't looking for in the first place."
Therin will nod and pat Martine lightly on the shoulder as she is unbound. "Its ok, lass, it wasn't your intention. Just be on your guard while we find out what caused this. We don't know yet if there is some lingering control, if so, we need you to fight it."
He considers what she says "It said the mirrored sanctuary belonged to your Masters. Does that make any sense to you? Either where the mirrored sanctuary is or what connection these creatures would have to a holy site?"
"No, no," Martine says, shaking all over as she is released. "I've never heard of such a thing. It's a holy site of some sort? You know what it is, then?"
"It is what we were sent to find, if it exists. Considering the most recent of events, I'd say it exists."
Corath helps Martine to her feet, holding her arm until she's a bit more steady on her feet.
"It would appear that this Sanctuary is what someone thinks Hilrune and I are searching for. I'm of the nature that makes me want to find it, now. If you would have me, I would accompany your group. What say you?"
Looking at his friend, "Hilrune, am I off on another fool's errand? Would you join me if they will have us?"
I think we should take time to talk all together and see if our purposes are compatible . But now is not the time . Let's get martine back to her friends before , they might have suggestions about what just happened here .
Martine is all too happy to return to the Abbey proper. By the time the group reaches the main building once more, supper appears to have ended; the halls are empty and quiet as they pass through. Even the wind outside seems to have died, leaving the walls to murmur only an occasional, soft tone.
"Something isn't right.. where did everyone go?"
Corath peers around while PrettyKill sniffs the air. They both know there should be someone here...
Distantly, Corath can hear the sounds of people moving around in the sleeping quarters - it would seem that the Abbey, like many such religious establishments, "closes down" not long after sunset. (The confrontation at dinner might have also encouraged an early end to social interaction tonight.) Regardless, Martine shows no signs of confusion at the empty halls as she makes her way toward the Abbess' chambers.
With a brief knock on the Abbess' door, Martine pushes her way in, barely waiting for the Abbess' toneless, "Come in." The blank mask regards the group impassively as Martine and the Pathfinders enter; all the Abbess says is, "I had not thought to see you all again tonight. Is all well?"