The guard at least was helpful.

You found no survivors in the wreck of the Corawyn ball. But you managed to escape alive and with some information. The guard you alerted came and gave you no grief. So at least they were helpful. But as they took your statements, a couple of those Grey Maidens appeared. Fierce and brutal looking female knights wrapped completely in iron armor. The Grey Maidens looked at you through the thin eye slits in their full helms as if you weren't there. They simply ordered you away from the scene. The guard officer who had been taking your statements told you to go ahead and head out. "Damn harpies..."he had muttered under his breath.

The four of you went back to the Inn and fell into your beds. You spent the nxt couple of days recuperating. And outside, the Blood Veil sank it's talons deeper into the city. News of riots in north Korvosa filtered throught the streets. Death carts stacked with bodies made their way along the lane three or four times a day. You healed up, sharpened your blades, studied your books, and considered.

Tarrov, you checked around about B7 but came up with nothing. No one seems to know a thing.

The tattoo...well. You all figured that out after the part. When the two Grey Maidens showed up. The scar on the monk's chest looked like one of the overly armored knights. Could the monk have connections with the Grey Maidens?

Rumors about the Queen's new all female guard swim along the streets of Korvosa almost as thick as does news of the plague. The Maidens are almost universally despised. They are merciless in the performance of their duties. Bar brawls are settled with the beheading of everyone involved. Thieves are crucified, often with no trial. Edicts from the Queen are ruthlessly enforced. The Grey Maidens are quiet as they perform their duties. Few claim to have heard any of them speak aloud.

The remaining clue available to you is the note on Yelley's body. Rolth commanded her to seek him out at a Hospice. The location in the letter points to the Hospice of the Blessed Maiden. A make shift plague hospital being run from a confiscated warehouse. The hospice is supposedly being run by the Queen's Physicians. Security is provided by the Grey Maidens.

Surely Rolth couldn't be there. Right?

Selvin gave the guard an appreciative nod at his help. It was always nice to have someone to work with, rather than someone being an obstinate a-hole. Like, for instance, the Grey Maidens who showed up. Selvin couldn't help but growl slightly at them when they ordered the group to leave. He agreed with the guard's comment silently as he left.

Relaxation was nice. Healing up his ally felt good - he didn't like having Zak damaged. He felt bad that thought they were working together, the symbiotic Eidolon took the brunt of the damage in their fights.

"So. We should follow the note t'this Hospice place then. I wanna find this Rolth, find out if he's connected t'the Queen an' her new...guardswomen...or not an' stop all this craziness. Does anyone need t'do anything t'prepare?"

"I'm ready to go." Vaddis replies

Okay. Let me know in the OOC thread what the decision is on selling items and if you're buying anything by Friday. We can assume ya'll do it on the way. Thanks.

Korvosa is quiet this afternoon. The heat of summer is starting but this isn't the typical quiet because of the afternoon sun. You pass several buildings with boarded up windows. The trash lays in larger piles. The garbage collectors are either hauling body wagons or have fled or have died. Korvosa smells worse than usual. Like a whale that's been beached and has died, now left rotting in the sun. That's Korvosa this afternoon. You may wonder if there's anything left worth saving.

There aren't many of the Watch out. The Inn Keeper had told you that there were bad riots last night in the north of town. Someone made the decision to seal off the island of Old Korvosa and it had lead to panic which lead to the riots. When the slight breeze that is blowing blows from that direction you catch the faint whiff of smoke.

But you are heading East. The district the Hospice is in is along the wharfs. The Hospice of the Blessed Maiden is a converted warehouse. You view it from across the street. One of the many buildings converted by the Queen's Physicians to house the affected, it sits on a corner of two roads. A few of the jacketed and masked plague doctors are entering and leaving. As well as a couple of the overly armored female warriors called the Grey Maidens. A few prospective patients strafgle in as well.

There is a main entrance in front. There also looks to be an entry in back: the old loading bay from when this was a warehouse. Three large thick doors allow entry there. They are all closed.

The people around the building clear. There is no one in the street at the moment.

Tarrov knelt next to the group, observing the building.  "Shall we enter through the back?"  He inquires.  "I might be able to talk us out of any trouble we might encounter.  And perhaps find out of Rolth is in there."

The silver-haired entertainer gives the Grey Maidens a sour look.  "I'm pretty sure that organization is up to no good.  That tattoo . . . ."  He grunts in frustration.  "We just don't know enough about what's going on around here.  But I'm betting we'll find some answers," he nods at the building in front of them, "in there."

"Is there going to be an unguarded back here?" Izzick suggested, though as he pointed out a few of the doctors, he considered aloud, "If we could get our hands on a plague doctor's suit, we might be able to get inside fairly easily." His morning reading of the harrow had boded a Chaotic Evil card - The Lost. A warning - and yet, he knew that whatever they faced, a calm mind would serve him well. "We could fake illness easily enough I suppose, but I don't think I don't think our lot to mind a little force against those masked frauds."

Thats a +2 to one Wisdom check today - these cards love giving me wisdom.
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Vaddis remains quiet and says nothing as the others decide on a course of action.

Selvin nodded at Tarrov. "I vote the back." He looked down at himself, 'covered' by his otherworldly ally as they hid across the street. "It....may be a problem for me to enter with you. I am quite noticeable. I could...dismiss Zac, but it takes a minute to re-summon him, not something I can do in the midst of combat."

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"Hmmm," said Tarrov, thinking.  "Well, I do have this handy magical chapeau," he pointed to his head, "that would allow me to take on the appearance of a doctor."  He grinned.  "Or even a Gray Maiden!  Although I think that would probably not be the best choice."

The performer nodded at Selvin.  "Well, I think I have a solution.  I can deflect people's attention from you.  It's almost like you're . . . invisible.  As long as you don't take a hostile action, you can remain unnoticed for several minutes."  He looked around the group.  "I can do the same for any of you, although it does take some effort and will make me less effective as the day progresses."

"How about this?"  He suggested.  "I disguise myself as a doctor and render Selvin unnoticeable.  The rest of you can accompany me in through the back.  And if we get stopped?  Well, hopefully I can talk us out of it.  If I can't?"  He grinned.  "Well, I'm sure you'll all be ready for that, won't you?"

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Vaddis nods at the plan, liking it.

Selvin gave a shrug and a nod. "Works for me. We'll back you up if you get into trouble an' need it, but lead on."

Oddly there is no one in back. There are three large doors leading in, though all are shut tight and appear to be barred on the other side from opening. It would probably be possible to slide a blade through the crack in the door and lift the bar up on any of them. But you might not be able to set it down quietly.

All three doors are barred on the other side. There are probably multiple ways to open them. Just giving the obvious suggestion.

Peering through the crack in any of the doors doesn't provide much of a view. It seems to be a large, dark room full of crates.

"Perhaps if we make Selvin invisible, the front is our best option," Izzick considered, though he had no such magical ability to do that, he did have his own illusions. A simple spell seemed to have coated him in a glamor of a human sick with the plague. Though his voice sounded the same and he'd intentionally made the sickness look minor, he hoped it would suffice as long as Tarrov could lie for them all.

</orange>I just realized I myself have disguise self, so if I'm supposed to be posing as sickly patient of Tarrov's

+4 charisma +10 disguise self -2 different race = +12
13:11, Today: Izzick rolled 23 using 1d20+12. Disguise. </orange>

Selvin, you take a step after chanting and end up in a dimly lit room full of crates. It seems your spell went off without a hitch. The room looks like it has been unused in a while. You slip a bar off one od the doors leadong to the outside, and soon everyone is standing inside.

Other than the crates, there are doors in the south and east wall.

You can hear voices from beyond the doors. Moans and sighs of pain. The thump of boots along a stone floor. People calling for water.

The doors are old and it's easy to see through the cracks. It appears the area beyond this room is one large open space. Beds hve been lined up in rows. Victims of the plague lay in the beds, making pitiable cries. You see a few of those masked plague doctors roaming the area, as well as at least a couple of the heavily armored Gray Maidens. The door to the south seems to let out into the main area while the east door lets out onto some kind of administrative area. You see a desk, but can't make out much more without opening the door.

There is quite a bit of the areas beyond both doors you can't see yet.

Selvin looked around for a moment, mostly just to make sure there wasn't anyone right there where he appeared. After a moment, he attempted to unbar the back door he came past to let the others in as quietly as he can.

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Tarrov enjoys the somewhat-fantastical experience of being let into a storage room by an invisible, teleporting compatriot.  "Why don't we go scout about a little, Selvin?"  Tarrov suggests, getting comfortable in his physician disguise.  "We can see where we might want to go, and maybe even create a distraction so that the Vaddis and Izzick," he gestured to the two remaining members of the group, "can make it to wherever we want to go without experiencing too many questions."

OOC:  Cast Message on the party, so that we can all communicate via whispers.

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Well, the wrong version of the map got loaded, but it's out there. Yoi guys are in area F3. Tarrov and Selvin, are yu two headed out to the floor? If so let me know where please. And if the map isn't showing up in Group 0 please let me lnow Thanks.

It's showing up.

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Giving the others a quick nod, Tarrov takes a deep breath and centers himself, concentrating on projecting an air of medical competence.  Then he opens the door, heading out into the larger room, intent on determining where their quarry might be hiding.

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The patient dutifully in his care took to following the doctor through the doorway into the larger main chamber.
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Thanks Vaddis. This scouting shouldn't take too long...

The door opens up into the ward. The beds lining the floor are filled with oatients. A few beds hold more than one person. Four of the misquito masked Plague Doctors are wandering the beds, examining patients or offering them small vials of greenish liquid. There are also four of the Grey Maidens. The burly female warriors seem to have assigned posts, two near the front of the ward, one to the east, and one standing by the administrative area in the west.

At the moment no one seems to be paying attention to you.

Map is updated in Group 1. Grey blobs are grey maidens. Yellow blobs are Plague Doctors. I am assuming those venturing out the southern door from F3.

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Tarrov spots two doors in the northwest corner of the room.  "It's a large room.  Lots of Grey Maidens.  Only two doors out, though, as far as I can tell.  I'm going to check and see where they go," he whispers via his magical connection to the others.  Moving through the room in the same manner as the other physicians in the room, the disguised bard--as unobtrusively as possible--opened first the double doors, then the single door, to determine where they went.

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Selvin followed Tarrov but didn't stay right on top of the bard. He wanted to make sure there was enough room to maneuver.

OOC: How tall is the ceiling?

Selvin, the actual ceiling is at least forty feet above you. However, a layer of catwalks overhangs the main area. You can see some movement from up there. Another Grey Maiden at least. They have a sniper up there in case...what?

Tarrov, you start to cross to the doors when something catches your eye. One of the Plague Doctors is waving at you. He waits until you look at him. He then raises his right hand. He makes a fist, keeping the ring and little finger pointed out. He points these straight up at the ceiling and then moves his hand so they point to the left. He then rotates his fist, now sticking out the thumb and pointer so they form an L.

His mask stares at you, as if waiting for you to do something.

And no. You have no idea what that means other than it's some kind of signal.

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Tarrov grimaces at the Healer and inclines his head toward his shoulder, pantomiming an injury.  He walks toward the man, an apologetic look on his face, mumbling words under his breath as he does so.  As he approaches, he gives the physician his friendliest, albeit shamefaced, smile.

"Hey there, my friend.  I'm new here, and my goodness, I'm already so busy that one thing just drives another straight out of my head."  He lowers his voice and leans in.  "Could you remind me about our signals?  I really don't want to get in trouble just starting out.  Also," he flicks a glance towards one of the room's grey guardians, "do I need to know anything to stay friendly with the Grey Maidens?"  Kerr leans closer.  "They're a little intimidating.  Also, can you tell anything else I might need to know about this building and the people in it?  I don't want to go accidentally wondering into the wrong place."

13:38, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 35 using 1d20+15. Bluff Check on Healer.

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It is a great roll. This one is a bit difficult to adjucate. We'll go with this..

Selvin you notice the Grey Maiden by the admin desk in the northwest corner look up as Tarrov  approaches the Plague Doctor. She doesn't make any moves, other than to cock her head at an odd angle. Like a big dog might who is trying to understand what it's master is saying.

The Doctor looks at you fo a moment Tarrov. It's hard to read his expression since that misquito like mask is covering his face. Tarrov, as a side note, you have the same knd of mask on as well since you are disguised like they are. So he can't see your devilish smile. That has no impact on your bluff however. "I see.." he says after a moment. His voice is a bit craggy and rough. It may be an effect of the mask.

He raises a hand, palm turned away from you, and the last three fingers pointed up. "This is...'assist me'. When did you get in?"

Izzick, you notice one of the other Doctors look up when this guy makes his hand sign. Doctor Two sets down the vial of green fluid he was trying to pour down a comatose patients throat and begins to walk over to Tarrov and Doctor One.

I made some rolls.

Tarrov: This guy seems a bit suspicious but he isn't quite sure what to think. Something you said early on seemed to raise a flag to him.

Vaddis: I'm assuming you are watching what you can. You aren't seeing any hostile movement from anyone.

Selvin: The Grey Maiden is acting like she's surprised or confused about something. But she's not making any moves.

Izzy: Doctor 2 is just walking over in respinse to the signal. He isn't making an overt hostile moves at the moment.

Everyone: It's been a while since we described the Docs or the Greys. The Docs are wearing plague doctor masks and wearing leather trench coats with many pockets. The Grey Maidens are wearing full plate and only their eyes, lips,  and the backs of their hands are visible.

I'll update the map on positions later tonight. Thanks.

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“Izzick, can you please run interference with that other doctor for a moment?”  Tarrov subvocalized through his whisper magic before continuing his talk with the physician before him.

“Not nearly soon enough, by the look of things.”  Tarrov kept his voice down, in keeping with the somber nature of the ward.  “I was told how things were here, but I didn’t realize how serious the situation was until I actually arrived and looked for myself.”  He gave the man a beseeching look.  “How about you give me a tour of the place, and help me keep my nose clean as best you can?”  He shrugged shamefacedly.  “You can start by refreshing my recollection on the rules of this place.”

OOC:  Cast Suggestion on physician.  DC 16

If that doesn't work,

14:11, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 17 using 1d20+15. Diplomacy - Suggest Course of Action.
14:11, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 27 using 1d20+15. Bluff Check on Healer - Suggest Course of Action.

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Selvin holds his position and waits for the situation to either resolve or escalate, not wanting to make things worse by making any moves. Tarrov seems to be handling it, so he merely waits in silence.

Izzick nodded, though that nod turned into a desperate cough, as he began to stumble towards the doctor. How much could the sickly human do to run that interference right now? He certainly put on the best show that he could that he had the disease, asking in his natural orc-y voice for "Help," which only made him sound more sickly.


22:45, Today: Izzick rolled 30 using 1d20+10. Bluff.

We are a party of liars.

Yeah, you guys seem to have the Bluff skill mastered...

Doctor 2 stops and puts a hand on your shoulder Izzick. "Why are you wandering around? Where's uour bed?" he asks in a raspy voice. He begins to steer you towards a bed with a halfling in it. "Have you had your enema today?"

"Oh...ah...uhm..." Doctor 1 looks a bit woozy for a moment Tarrov, then he straightens up and turns, leading you to the administrative area. He says nothing for a moment, but as you get out of earshot of the patients, he speaks in a low, raspy whisper. "The sheep are stacked in color coded beds. There's a small dot on the lower right corner of each bedframe. This area serves as a testing center. Lady Andasin or Conte will send up batches dyed certain hues. You feed the concotion to anyone in a bed with a similarly colored dot. You serve a shift here and a shift on patrol." He shrugs. "Just act like a doctor and give any sheep who bleats some pain killer. It will make them feel well long enough for you to move on. Dead are sent below for Rolth. Simply stack them by the stairwell. The Maidens will handle the transport. Questions?"

Selvin continues to hold his position and waits to see how things play out with both Tarrov and Izzick for the moment, staying silent and invisible.

Even as the doctor reached him, Izzick had his eyes rolling. He whispered something only heard to the group, "Bring me to Rolt." He swayed a few steps with doctor two and then down he went to the floor. Dead. Well, 'dead' anyway.

Izzick plays Possum
10:44, Today: Izzick rolled 19 using 1d20+10. Bluff.

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Tarrov quickly subvocalized the information he'd gleaned from the doctor to the others before continuing with the conversation.

"Are there any other passwords or hand-signals I need to remember?"  Tarrov was extremely glad their gambit seemed to be working.  The doctor should be interested in helping him keep his nose clean for the duration of their stay.  At least Tarrov heartily hoped that their stay at this place wouldn't last long enough for his suggestive magic to wear off.

Izzick's incredibly-good idea came through almost as soon as the doctor was finished responding to Tarrov's question.  The disguised entertainer nodded thankfully at the bewitched doctor, then headed out to where Izzick was located.  "I'm going to be taking Izzick downstairs," Tarrov informed the group.  "Selvin and Vaddis, you need to come along as well.  Selvin, can you make Vaddis invisible?  I'll open the door for him to get out of the storage room like I am accidentally going the wrong way and realizing my mistake."

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As Izzick falls, Doctor 1 turns. As does everyone in the ward. The half orc makes quite a crash.

Doctor 1 makes a sigh and waves at Tarrov. "Yes. Take him down and leave him in the entry way. The Maidens there will handle him." He shakes his head. "At least he'll make a good footsoldier."

Doctor 1 indicated the door in the northeast corner. Selvin? Invisibling Vaddis?

"Sure thing. We'll follow and see what we see down below."

Selvin made his way to Vaddis so he could his spellcasting quieter and out of notice hopefully but did indeed cast invisibility on his companion and then made his way to follow Tarrov and Izzick.

The invisible Vaddis follows too.

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Tarrov walked over to Izzick, picked him up, and began carrying him towards the door with the intent of allowing everyone through to downstairs.  "He said something about footsoldiers," the young man subvocalized.  "I think they might be using the disease to turn Korvosa's citizens into some sort of army!"

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Izzick isn't  the lightest package you've ever carried, Tarrov. But then again, during your triumphant turn as Acasio in The Dragon Sings At Midnight you had to carry a rather large leading lady up the side of a scaffold while reciting an entire monolouge about porridge. So you manage.

Selvin and Vaddis, you fall in line behind the struggling bard as he moves to the double doors in the back of the administrative area. Area G4 everyone The doors open silently to reveal a lift.

It's an old wooden platform suspended by a thick chain set in the middle. A lever to one side must control it's movement. It can go upwards or down.

There are no guards here. The Doctor seemed to indicate you shoud go down. But from abpve you can hear voices. There must be more patients up there, becaue most of the voices are groans and whimpers as well as the odd scream. But you can hear more cm voices as well. All you can make out is "...make sure the south side infections run on schedule..." and "...she's been a most agreeable client..."

Up or down?

Hello?

Are we going up or down Tarrov?

OOC:  We're going downstairs, I think--that seems to be where Rolth is.  Sorry guys, was traveling amidst horrible weather this weekend and have a huge oral argument tomorrow a.m.  Back to regularly-scheduled posting tomorrow!

Unseen gears begin to grind and the lift lowers itself. The veiw of the warehouse is replaced by a sheer stone wall for about thirty feet before the space opens again.

You re looking into a large underground vault. It may hve been a cold storage for the warehouse at one time. The chamber is bare save for torches in sconces along the wall and two of the armored Grey Maidens. One stands on the other side of the chambr before a set of doors. Another stands not far from the lift entrance. Two other doors, one to the north and one to the south, are also visible.

The Maiden closest to the lift entrance looks at you and then at Izzick's 'body'. She gestures at a spot on the floor before the lift door, indicating he should be placed there, but says nothing.

Map should be uploaded. Red dots are the maidens. Thanks.

Let's move things along.

Selvin-your invisibility has about a minute and a half to go. Vaddis, you have about four minutes left.

The door in the south opens and one of the Plague Doctors steps out. He pauses, looking at the 'corpse'. "Ah..." his voice says, almost a droning sort of buzz. "...good. I needed some brain tissue. Bring him in here. We can bleed him and cut off his head," he motions at the door he just came through. Beyond you can see a smaller room. The room reeks of blood even from a distance. You can see a large grate in the floor, probably so various fluids can be drained into the sewers of the city. In short, the room resembles a butcher's counter. You can see a couple of other Doctor's at work on a corpse, cutting it into pieces.

“My goodness how many of these Maidens are there?”  Tarrov subvocalizes as he moves to lay Izzick’s body in the standard spot.  “I’m going to try and convince them to help us, but it might not work.  So be on your guard, because this could get very ugly very quickly.”

“Hey there,” Tarrov says, standing up and turning to the closest maiden.  “I was told that I needed to deliver this one special, directly to Rolth.”  Tarrov shrugged.  “They said he’d know why, and I’d rather not be the one to disappoint him.”  He made a show of stretching his shoulders.  “Weird, right?  But I don’t ask questions.  Which way should I go?”

OOC:  21:51, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 22 using 1d20+15. Bluff check on Maiden.
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OOC: Sorry, not doing much until things don't go well for the group lol.

Selvin tried to stay out of the way and unseen and unheard as he waited to see if the group would be allowed to move forward...or if a fight would break out.

Same here, Vaddis is trying to be inconspicuous, detect evil on the grey maiden

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 45):

OOC: Same here

Izzick continues to play dead.

Tarrov, I agree your post and mine aren't exclusive. The Doctor came out just after your bluff.

The Maiden remains standing still a moment, looking between Tarrov  and this new Doctor. She finally strides forward and grabs Izzick by the collar. "I'll take him," she says in a high pitched but burly voice and begins dragging him towards the butcher's room.

Then she stops and look down. "He still breathes I think..."

The Doctor shakes his head and pulls a scalpel from his pocket. "That will just make his tissue fresher."

The Maiden shrugs and pulls the half orc towards the door in the south. The other Maiden standing before the far doors looks at Tarrov. "Was there something else?"

Detect evil.

The dim, sickly glow of evil's aura washes over the room as you look around Vaddis. Each of the people you see seem to crackle in diseased colors of varying hues, like the filmy sheen of the thin skn between sections of a dragnfly's wings. The maidens crackle in an unhealthy pink and yellow, like the skin of a cholera baby. The doctors, save Tarrov, are drenched in tones of dried blood black and vomit green. The chamber itself is awash in agony reds and graveyard browns.

And the smell...

This is, without any doubt, the most evil spot you have yet seen in your soon to be over young life.

So everything in here is evil, Rolth should be the blackest of evil in here.

"Yes," said Tarrov, looking with some consternation at Izzick's departure.  "I was told to personally deliver that body," he pointed at Izzick, "to Rolth.  Maybe because he's still alive," the bard shrugged, "I dunno.  But I don't want to go back up there and have to explain myself if I'm asked if I delivered the body personally."  He gave the Maiden a level look, his hands moving slightly.  "So please take me and the body to him, and not anywhere else."

OOC:  Cast Suggestion on Maiden.

We'll put that theory to the test in coming posts Vaddis...

The Maiden hesitates but the Doctor waves his hand. "Rolth and his little zombies be damned. We feed Uragotha's maw first. " The Doctor looks at the Maiden. "Bring him in here."

Selvin, your invisibility will run out in one or two more posts.

As soon as the Maiden began to approach, Izzick was fairly certain their lie was up. "It's time to hit them hard," he whispered, hoping the group would all ready themselves. Hopefully, they could at least catch them off guard, his hands suddenly moving and his voice suddenly chanting, before he finally created a sickly green ray to strike the maiden.

Sorry guys, but I don't think we're getting through this without a fight so might as well try for surprise. Hopefully I can act in a surprise round and the whisper will let you guys too.

11:30, Today: Izzick rolled 8 using 1d20+5.  (Though I cant hit)
11:32, Today: Izzick rolled 4 using 1d6+3. Str loss. Just in case she's got -2 dex, though I'm not sure if it even matters since Surprise round make it 0.

Tarrov's eyes narrow as he hears Izzick's plan, but he had been starting to arrive at the same conclusion.  He begins to hum a jaunty tune.

OOC:  Begin Bardic Performance - Inspire Courage (+2 to hit/+2 damage)

Selvin heard Izzick speak up quietly and let out a small sigh, mixed with relief and apprehension. His spell was going to wear off soon anyway so he was glad for that.

10:11, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 15 using 1d20+3. Initiative.
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14:30, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 1 using 1d20. Initiative.

Izzy...she's got you by the scruff of the neck. I'm taking 'the maiden' to mean the one who's carrying you and not the one over by the other doors.

 And she's woozy because of the whole Suggestion/countermanded by the Doc thing. I mean she's right there! And she's not expecting it.  Normally you'd miss...but sorry to all the Paizo rules lawyers. Your beam's a hit. Sometimes common sense has to override die rolls.

The Maiden carrying Izzick suddenly wobbles as the flash of magic strikes her leg. She stumbles back a step. The Doctor whistles loudly. Three more Doctors are coming out of that far room. The Maiden by the double doors is starting to turn. Apparently she means to open the double doors and perhaps shout a warning.

Vaddis and Selvin, act now. I'm giving ya'll an action.
Updated map in Group 2. Color code:

Purple dot is Tarrov
Brown dot is Izzy who is prone

Yellow dots are Maidens
Greyish dots are Doctors

Selvin and Vaddis, I will add ya'll once I know what you are doing. In other words you don't get a dot until you stop being invisible ;-)

Selvin charges the Maiden that is not holding Izzick since at the time the other Maiden is under a spell he thinks. His body seemed to crackle with electricity as he attacked and became visible.

Hit AC 24 for 14 damage and 3 electrical.
Hit AC 20 for 14 damage and 1 electrical.
Hit AC 26 for 14 damage and 1 electrical.
Hit AC 22 for 13 damage and 5 electrical.
Ignore last damage roll as I put too many in.

21:02, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 24,20,26,22 using d20+10,d20+12,d20+10,d20+10. Full power attack charge on Maiden.
21:07, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 14,3,14,1,14,1,13,5,13,4 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Damage of d6+9 and d6 electricity per attack.

Vaddis swings at the maiden at the door, hoping to hit her flat footed!

07:46, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 8 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
07:46, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

Tarrov unspools his whip and cracks it out toward the Maiden near the door, hoping to take her feet out from under her before she can open it . . .

OOC:
19:41, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 16 using 1d20+11. Whip Trip Attack on Maiden by Door.

There's no point Tarrov. When Vaddis and Selvin attack the same target, it's like feeding pork into a grinder. You just get sausage.

The Maiden at the door has time to say, "Well hell..." before that's where she goes. Vaddis and Selvin/Zac can now look for new playmates.

Speaking of which, the four Doctors go all kinds of ninja by throwing an assortment of small, sharp, shiny bits of metal. Izzick, Vaddis, and Zac play pin cushions.

The remaining Maiden draws out a big sword. Izzick rolls sideways and manages to keep his head where it's located. The blade smashes the ground where he was, leaving fine spider webs of cracks. She is apparently not happy with the half orc.

Izzy and Vaddis take 3 dam. Zac gets 4 dam. Everyone give me your actions and rolls. I will get the map updated.

Oh and thanks for being understanding about the coming month. It is appreciated.

Selvin let out a small grunt as sharp things hit him and Zac. He turned on his heel after giving Vaddis a comradely grin. He charged the next Gray Maiden who was attempting to hurt his half-orc friend, teeth and claws and tail slashing.

OOC: Likely AC 15 misses at least but hit AC 21 twice (18 damage both times) and 17 once (14 damage).

21:59, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 21,21,17,15 using d20+10,d20+12,d20+10,d20+10. Charging power attack pounce on 2nd Gray Maiden.
22:01, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 12,6,14,4,10,4,13,5 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Damage on Gray Maiden if they hit.

Tarrov's brow furrowed in distaste as the Maiden falls to Vaddis and Selvin in a bloody mess, but this was no time for delicate sensibilities.  Seeing the doctors approach and attack his friends, he threw out his hand and uttered a word of arcane power, causing the floor underneath them to become incredibly slick.

OOC -

Free Action - Maintain Bardic Performance.

Standard Action - Casts Grease to affect as many doctors as he can.

The half orc stands up, his mind already racing for solutions. They were in deep, but he knew there were no other ways to escape. His hands went to work as he began to chant, trying to avoid the attack as he did. But as soon as it was complete, the blade in the maiden's hands turned to searing fire for her touch only.

Reflex save for her to drop her sword DC: 15. If she has a locked gauntlet or fails, she takes fire damage:
22:35, Today: Izzick rolled 12 using 5d4.
+1 for my racial bonus
13 damage total.

Things began to happen quickly.

Vaddis  tears into one of the Doctors as Selvin  barrells into the remaining Maiden. She raises her shield arm but suddenly screams as the gauntlet on her sword arm glows an inferno red. She swings it atIzzick but is thrown off balance by the elf/eidolon barrahe.

One of the Doctors slides in the ooze Tarrov, but the two others neatly dodge it. Vey neatly. These aren't the usual kind of physicians. Not many can do cartwheels and rebound off the walls like monkeys.

Vaddis, as you take a chunk out of the Doctor you're engaged with, he swipes at your face with a small knife he's somehow managed to get into his hand. Tarrov, one of the doctors turned gymnastists let's fly with a couple of small sharp looking disks. One manages to land in your outer thigh.

Okay. Take your actions and make your rolls. One maiden and four docs up though one doc isn't doing too hot.

Selvin tore into the Gray Maiden with abandon, wanting to keep the vile bitch from hurting Izzick. Teeth, claws and tail stinger lashed out with deadly intent.

OOC: Son of a...somehow a D20+12 got mixed in there, so that 2nd one should be a 29 not a 31. Hit ACs 30 for 19 damage, 29 for 13 damage and 19 for 14 damage.

23:57, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 30,31,12,19 using d20+10,d20+12,d20+10,d20+10. Full attack on Gray Maiden.
23:57, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 26 using 1d20+10. Crit confirm on Gray Maiden.
00:02, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 18,1,9,4,9,5 using 2d6+10,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage for AC hit 30 (critical), 29 and 19 if they all hit.

Vaddis cuts at the 'doctor' in front of him again!

06:51, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 10 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
06:51, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 18 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
06:49, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
06:49, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.
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Tarrov expertly cracked his whip in the air, twisting it so skillfully through the enclosed space that it seemed it had a mind of his own.  "You are outmatched, my friends," he called, a smirk on his face.  "You have no idea with whom you are dealing.  Make peace with whatever dark dieties you serve, for you shall be joining them shortly!!"

OOC:

Free Action:  Maintain Inspire Courage (+2 attack/+2 damage for all party members)

Full-round Action:  Dazzling Display to Demoralize Opponents.

13:14, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 26 using 1d20+15. Dazzling Display - Intimidate - Demoralize.

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The Maiden lunges at Izzick. But her lunge quickly turns into a plummet as Selvin and Zac  bash her helmet into such a shape that it can't be good for the head inside it. She lands heavily on her face, or what is left of it, and lays still.

Vaddis, the doctor before you comes apart. As your blade rips open his chest you see part of his skin. He has some kind of red tattoo, a rather large and elaborate one, over his pecs.

There are three doctors left. One is trying to slide his way out of the grease puddle while the others sort of hang back from the snap snap snip snap of Tarrov's  rather impressive display.

The man huddling to the back would be Izzick's next target. He might have felt safe with the grease spell in the way, but the half-orc's spells (or rather, the sickly looking human) made sure to change that. His tattoos glowed as two rays burst from his finger tips. Both hit astray from their mark, however.

Scorching Ray
11:45, Today: Izzick rolled 7 using 1d20+6.
11:46, Today: Izzick rolled 9 using 1d20+6. second ray.

REALLY? I have no luck in any of my games this week.

"It's too late for you, my friends."  Tarrov continued in his most-insidious voice as he snapped his fingers, causing the slickness on the floor to disappear.  "You made the wrong choices.  Now?  You shall pay for them.  With interest!"  With that, Tarrov lashed out with his whip, attempting to take the closest doctor's legs out from under him.

OOC:

Free Action - Remove Grease

Move - 15' from standing doctor

Standard Action - Trip standing doctor with whip

16:01, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 23 using 1d20+11. Whip Trip Attempt on Doctor.

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Mr. Slippery Doctor slips and falls again, but as this makes Izzick's spell pass over his head, you can hear him sigh and say, "If it weren't for dumb luck I'd have no luck at all..."

The other two Docs aren't as chatty. One is busy pulling againsy Tarrov's whip in an attempt to remain upright. The other has ceased throwing small sharp objects and pulled out a lon, wicked looking razor. He is rushing at Vaddis. Why he woild want to do that is anyone's guess. But there he goes.

Vaddis and Selvin. You guys are up. Thanks 
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Vaddis waits for the razor wielding doctor to close and then slashes out with his sword! When he misses badly on the second cut, he 'yells' out "kack!" under his breath.

06:44, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 12 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
06:44, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 22 using 1d20+7. confirm crit failure.
06:44, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 8 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
06:44, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 27 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.

Selvin, seeing the way clear to the doctor and the grease removed, charged into one of the last doctors standing as Vaddis cut one down and Tarrov tripped the other. He let out a quiet growl as he landed in a flurry of teeth, claws and tail stinger.

OOC Hit AC 19 for 13 damage, AC 14 for 12 damage, AC 29 for 13 damage and AC 24 for 12 damage - some of that is electrical damage (if it matters I can separate that out for you).

09:55, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 19,14,29,24 using d20+11,d20+11,d20+11,d20+11. Charge pounce on last doctor standing (1 is tripped).
09:56, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8,5,10,2,10,3,11,1 using d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage on Doctor (not sure if the 14 hits, if not ignore 2nd damage roll).

Selvin, thanks for reminding me about the electrical damage. It doesn't matter in this fight. During the various boss fights I'll ask you to, but for the small fry fights, lump it together. Thanks.

The Doctor makes a satisfying "Woomph" sound even as you "kack" on the overswing on the rebound Vaddis. He manages to slash across your shoulder and cheek 6 pts dam.

The greasy Doc comes apart like burning paper under the zzzzzz of your various swipes Selvin.

Two docs left. Vaddis will likely kill one next round leaving Tarrov's whipped one. Everyone go ahead and give your actions. Thanks.

Selvin paused and grinned wickedly down at the tripped doctor. "Do we need t'interrogate one, or are we killin' 'em all?" He didn't look at his comrades for an answer, but kept staring at the doctor, twitching a bit and ready to unleash his furious attacks depending on what the group said.

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"I think we should probably leave one for questioning," said Tarrov off-handedly, already coiling up his whip to hang from his belt.  He projected the air of one who was confident his companions could finish off their remaining opponents.  "Perhaps one of these two would like to be a volunteer?"  He raised an eyebrow at the two remaining doctors.  "The first one to start telling us things, like where Rolth is, what Uragotha is, who else is down here, things like that?  Gets to have a conversation.  The other one?  Dies."

He put his hands on his hips.  "I really don't care which of you two it is."  He gave the doctors a shrug.  "It's up to you.  But I'd start talking if you want to live."

OOC:

22:58, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 30 using 1d20+15. Intimidate Check.

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Vaddis' eyes flashed wildly at the deep cut to his cheek. "please don't start talking, this is now personal and I'm going to enjoy it," he says to the doctor that just cut him.

The Doctor gives you the finger Vaddis. "That only works on those who do not know death in service to glory."

Whipped Doctor is looking down at the whip and tugging it with his leg. But he points at the other Doctor and says, "What he said..."

Vaddis smiles and replies, "thank you!" and slashes at the doctor.


08:15, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 22 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
08:15, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 7 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
08:14, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.
08:15, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 4 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.

Whipped Doctor watches Vaddis rip apart his comrade and ceases to struggle against the whip. He lets it take him onto his back, hurling two small, sharp disks as he goes down. Oddly, one manages to strike Izzick in the chest 7 pts dam. I crit'd.

Okay. Last doc left is on his back. Ya'lls move. 

Vaddis goes over and puts the tip of his sword at the doctor's throat, "where is Rolth, speak now or forever hold your peace."
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"There is no glory for you here," Tarrov reasons, walking towards the doctor.  "What makes you think that you are dying in the service of glory?  Rather than in the service of, say, an insane megalomaniac who will soon face the sharp blade of justice?"

"You can die here, today.  But do you really want to spend your afterlife in the service of some devil of hell?  Surely you realize that you are not prominent enough to warrant a lofty position in their infernal halls?"  Tarrov shook his head, sadly.  "You've been sold a bill of goods, my friend.  I know it's hard to admit, but it's true."

The silver-haired bard gestured around the room.  "Look at what has become of your companions.  They have moved on to damnation.  But you?  You have a chance.  One final chance for redemption.  To turn your life from its current inexorable course towards eternal languishment in hellfire, the plaything for some powerful being of evil."

"This is your time.  To make the right choice.  To serve the greater good, rather than the selfish whims of those drunk on ill-gotten power."  He reaches a hand toward the doctor.  "Make that choice, my friend.  And save your eternal soul."

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The Doctor bats at Vaddis'  sword, pushing it aside. "Rolth? Who cares? In his little lab, fondling his little monsters more than like. Through the double doors and bear left."

He looks at Tarrov's hand. "You're a fool. Killing for Acchekek is glory. And when I stand before him in his barrows, I can at least say I took you with me."

He lunges forward of a sudden and slashes at the bard's leg with a small thin blade. It jabs into Tarrov's ankle. Not deep. But it breaks the skin.

1 pt Tarrov. Give me a Fort save DC 12 please. Vaddis...I am assuming you are chopping? You do get the extra attack as he is basically passing you by.

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"Die, then," said Tarrov, wincing as the doctor sliced him.  He skipped backwards, then sighed.  For some people there was no redemption.  "But when you're suffering in the afterlife, you can't say you weren't warned."

OOC:  22:11, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 13 using 1d20+2. Fortitude Save.

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Vaddis slashes with his sword!

09:15, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 12 using 1d8+4. longsword damage.
09:14, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d20+11. +4 for being prone on top of that, so 18. longsword attack.

Selvin let a growl as the doctor tried to cut Tarrov after spewing out some more religious babble. He then let out a disgusted sigh once the doctor was dead. "Pfeh. Fanatics. Nothin' more dang'rous."

He looked around. "So. Finish lookin' 'round, or go straight the way he said after Rolth? I suggest caution either way. He might'a been tryin' t'send us towards a trap at the last."

OOC: Selvin would join in on killing the doctor if somehow Vaddis doesn't finish him.

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"Achekek," said Tarrov, a troubled look on his face.  "The Mantis God of Assassins.  Few serve him.  That we have an entire hospital worth of 'physicians' in his service is troubling.  Who knows how keep this goes?"  His expression grew bleak.  "Has Korvosa attracted the attention of the Red Mantis Assassins?"

He shook his head, as if clearing it.  "But the Mantis Assassins, at least, venerate rightful royalty.  They see monarchs as the divinely-appointed instruments of the gods."  The bard scratched his scalp in confusion.  "It would be strange for them to be working with the queen, given all the doubts surrounding her legitimacy."

"But they were also talking about 'feeding Urgathoa's maw.'  Urgathoa is the goddess of physical excess, disease, and undead.  Why she would be working with Achekek?  And if they are allied?  I can only imagine that means trouble.  The disease running its course through the city might be only the first step in some grand campaign."

"There is more to know here.  Much more.  And I bet Rolth knows quite a bit.  Sounds like Rolth and the Achekek-followers," he nudged a dead doctor with his foot, "weren't exactly the best of friends.  Maybe that means Urgathoa and Achekek aren't that close after all."

"Either way, we should clear and search this area to find out what its occupants know.  Especially Rolth."

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Vaddis nodded his assent and then went to the indicated door where he paused to wait on the others.

Izzick nodded in agreement, even as his sickly human appearance gave way to the half-orc one. "So, to the lab then?"

Selvin took in all that Tarrov had to say. If that was true, it was much worse than they had originally thought. He let out a small sigh, but then pushed it all to the back of his mind for the time being. He needed to focus on the here and now until they had more information.

He stalked up to the doors and headed inside to see if they could find Rolth.

Stepping over the greasy smears of your opponents, you head for the double doors the last Doctor indicated.. They are thick and painted with pictures of cavorting skeletons capering around the sight ofma massacre. The doors open easily with a push...

Beyond is a long rectangular hall. You freeze in a moment of shock.

Dozens of the living dead line the walls of this chamber, their rotting faces sneering and broken fingers clawing at each other. A layer of rotting bodies lines the floor, the shattered forms twitching in vain, bones and splintered appendages grasping hopelessly. Yet, rather than some massive, nightmare grave, this horror-show seems instead to be a stomach-churning attempt at art, as the mangled living dead lie trapped behind walls and beneath a floor of thick glass.

The undead are pinned behind the thick panes of glass on the floor and walls. I am uploading a new map. You would be crossing from G1 to G4. 

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"Wow," said Tarrov, looking across the room, a look of distaste on his face.  "That . . . is gruesome."  His skeptical gaze traveled from one side of the room to the other.  "We just want to make sure that there's nothing we can trigger in here that might shatter that glass.  We wouldn't want that."  His eyes continued to scan the floor and the walls for any such mechanism.

"I hate undead."

OOC:

10:41, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Perception Check. 

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The glass is thick. It appears to have been trod on recently. So that should not be a concern.

Also, the risk posed by the undead seems minimum. These corpses aren't...complete. Legs are missing on some. Others are cross sections of a body reanimated just for the purpose of watching it twitch you suppose. Overall, this display seems more style than substance. Perhaps it's meant to distract you or terrify you. Whatever the case, it seems to pose danger only to your sensibilities.

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"I cannot fathom the sickness of the mind that would create something like this," Tarrov declared, his mouth twisting in disgust.  "But as far as I can tell it's more demented than dangerous.  I think it should be safe to walk on."  He pointed at the door across the room.  "I say we forge ahead."

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Vaddis heads for the far door, grasping the handle ready to turn and open, then he throws the door open!

Selvin looked uncomfortable, even after realizing the glass panes weren't suddenly going to rise up and release the undead horde on them....and the fact the undead weren't whole. "You know...remembering that creature we fought previously, he seemed to be made up from...multiple people. Seeing all the things...missing from these....worries me a bit."

Nonetheless, he followed after and went to stand next to Vaddis.

Oh Vaddy Baby...don't ever change...

Vaddis strides across the glass floor, heels thump thumping over the twitching and writhing half dead beneath his feet. He walks to the end of the bizzare hall and throws open the double doors...

The stinging scent of harsh chemicals chokes this high-ceilinged chamber. Three huge metal vats bubble here, each more than six feet tall. A sturdy series of catwalks ten feet off the ground stretches over and around the vats, allowing those above to attend whatever slurry produces the foul green-brown mist emanating from each gigantic vessel. Circling the upper portion of the room is an elaborate mosaic of white, black, and green stone that depicts a giant half-corpse woman in black veils dancing among fields of the dead, undead, and dying.

Along the catwalks you see six men, clad in stained ceremonial robes going about various tasks. One looks up, hearing the doors and says, rather loudly, "Hey! What tha hell man?!"

This causes the other five to look up. Three of them peal off, running for various doors...one each to the norht and south and one towards the back of the hall. Two grab small amulets that are pinned to their robes and begin chanting. Another grabs a long, thin pole out of one of the vats and hefts it, making sure the long line of foul greyish ooze that came along with it slides down the length of the pole.

Ya'll are coming in from G4 to G8. New map uplaoded. Dots are the positions of the priests. Let's dispense with init. Ya'll can have it.

Let's go folks.

Tarrov watched in stunned disbelief as Vaddis reached for the door.  "Vaddis, don't . . .," he said, but the deed was already done.  Apparently it was going to be the straightforward, hail-of-arrows approach.

The bard moved into the room and took in the situation.  It looked as if some of the room's occupants were about to flee.  That . . . or summon reinforcements.  Well, the less of that the better, he thought to himself.  He flung out a hand, uttering a brief word of arcane power to again summon a thin film of grease under the T-junction where one of the men was standing near the southern doors.

OOC:

Move action - Into room

Standard action - Cast Grease on southern T-junction and under opponent standing in that junction.

Vaddis heads for the northern catwalk, coming up the stairs to engage the 'doctor/priest' there. "Surrender or die!"

07:48, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 6 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
07:47, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

Detect evil.

Selvin lets out a roar as he leaps into the air and his large wings begin flapping as he 'charges' through the air to the farthest enemy on the farthest catwalk.

OOC: Not sure if the 'priest' guy nearest the doors will get an attack of opportunity, but I'm alright if he does.

Full action: Charging via Flight to the far-most enemy straight from the doors.
Hit AC 12 for 10 damage, AC 22 for 12 damage, AC 15 for 10 damage, AC 18 for 7 damage.

09:53, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 12,22,15,18 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Flying charge pounce (Bite, Claw, Claw, Stinger).
09:54, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 4,6,8,4,6,4,6,1 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage in order (Bite, Claw, Claw, Stinger).

Izzick made a much more complex spell than he was used to this time, chanting for a few seconds longer, making a few additional hand gestures, before one of his tattoos glowed to truly create a powerful spell - the pin sized ball flew out towards the back of the room, catching 3 of the cultists in the blast.

Izzick will cast fireball in between the back 3 cultists which should hit all 3

14:08, Thu 19 Mar 2015: Izzick rolled 12 using 7d6 ((1,4,1,1,2,1,2)).
REALLY?????
Well, +1 for 13 damage, Reflex DC 18 for half damage
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Vaddis,  it s a veritable cornucopia of perfidy and malevolence. Oddly the men, while certainly dastardly, are not as vie as the contents of the vats. In any case, the man you sink your sword into stops his chanting nd fumbles in his robes to pull out a long, sinister looking blade.

The man at the far end of the room makes it to the double doors and bangs on them before you can get there Selvin. You were delayed by a crossbow bolt and some kind of baneful magic You/Zac took 5 and 2 points in two attacks.  He truns and tries to swing a small scthye at you, but only manages to scream as you rip him apart.

"Ah man. Not cool!" screams another man as he stumbles to his knees in your oil slick Tarrov. He grabs at the catwalk's railing and is trying to use it to slide himself towards the door.

Then of course there's a FWOOSH. Well. More like a fwoosh. Maybe just a woosh. You maybe curse your magic Izzick, but luck seems to be on your side. Two of the men suddenly combust in such a way, it leads you to suspect they were probably soaking in lamp oil moments before you walked through the doorway. Seriously. They are just burning all over the place.   None of them saved. Two of them came close to critically fumbling their saves..

Selvin...thanks for the idea. Roll your save vs the fireball. As for the priests remaining, not a single one did any damage other than the attacks on Selvin and Zac. Ya'lls move.

Sevlin lets out a loud curse back towards his teammate, "WHAT THE HELL? THAT HURT, IDIOT!" He let out a growl, as he took much damage in those few seconds. He flew towards the south priest on the catwalk in rage.

OOC: Ouch.
22:07, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Reflex save vs fireball.
22:10, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 30,21,15,24 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Flying charge pounce (Bite, Claw, Claw, Stinger.
22:10, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 26 using 1d20+10. Crit confirm if it matters.
22:11, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 12,4,5,3,6,3,6,2 using 2d6+6,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage in order (Bite - crit, Claw, Claw, Stinger).

"Good, I'm glad you refuse to yield!" Vaddis sinks his blade into the man once more!

07:21, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 5 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
07:21, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 23 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

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"Watch out, Izzick!"  Tarrov called, grimacing as the sorcerer toasted Selvin.  The bard uncoiled his whip, moving towards one of the still-upright men and attempting to take his legs out from under him . . .  .

OOC:

13:56, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 13 using 1d20+9. Whip Trip Attack.

The silvery bard moves to unfurl his trusty whip...and lands flat on his face. A slick of a greasy substance has appeared under your feet Tarrov. The goo is familar, though not your own brew. Someone stole your schtick.

Behind you, coming in through the door you entered are three men. To appear much like the others on the catwalk. The third...oh he just screams necromancer. He wears dirty, greasy black leather aprons in which are tucked all kinds of diabolical looking devices, as well as the odd halfling hand and elven ear. His face is covered in pasty, cadavear colored skin bu his eyes, as disgusting a shae of yellow as they are, very much have the spark of life. A spiteful, sickening sort of life. His whole demeanor just screams Hi. My name is Rolth.

Rolth points a boney hand towards Selvin/Zac and says in a suprisingly deep voice, "Gerhok. That one. Whatever it is. Suppression fire."

One of the men who came in with him raises a wand and points it towrds the elf-eilidon. A volley of small bluish orbs of energy streak out and smash into the Summoner just as he shreds the priest he was attacking.

"Go back and alert anyone you find," Rolth says to the other man, eyeing Izzick and then Vaddis, who has destroyed his opponent. "Well. At least anyone they've left alive. We have to stop them here. Before they disrupt My Lovely..."

Tarrov, you got hit with a Grease spell. Selvin, 10 pts damage. Sorry buddy. I'll update the map tonight. Brown dots are priests. Yellow dot is Rolth. Ya'lls move... 
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Selvin let out a grunt and the eidolon let out a small screeching roar as it was pelted with magic. Selvin knew Zac couldn't take too much more before it started to hurt him also. He flew in a roaring charge at the one who had just hurt him with the wand, lashing out in fury.

OOC: Charge, to hit AC 12 for 13 damage, AC 29 for 14 damage, AC 13 for 8 damage and AC 18 for 7 damage.
22:43, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 12,29,13,18 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Flying charge pounce on Gerhok (Bite, Claw, Claw, Stinger).
22:45, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8,5,8,6,4,4,5,2 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage in order (Bite, Claw, Claw, Stinger).

"Sorry about that, didn't think the flames would lick you that hard," the half-orc confessed before turning to meet the new contender in the room. His fingers twitched, as he announced, "Sorry, but we can't let you do that until we've got some answers of our own." He spoke words he'd used many times before, but altered now to conjure something besides an elemental.

Going to use Summon Monster II at max distance (so 5 ft behind where it says g4) to conjure 1d3 Celestial Dogs

03:09, Today: Izzick rolled 1 using 1d3.

Or 1 Celestial dog because the 1s just don't stop. It will appear at the start of my next turn, hopefully more able to attack than I am

Vaddis changes directions after dispatching his foe. He heads straight for Rolth slicing deeply into the henchman between them! "I want you Rolth!"

09:00, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 2d8+6. longsword damage.
09:00, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+10. Confirm Critical Hit.
08:59, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 29 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

Tarrov begins to sing as he tries to pick himself up. Izzick's friend materializes. The lackey with the wand manages one more barrage which strikes before Selvin lays Zac's various appendages across the man's chest and throat, ending his threat.

Your blade strikes Vaddis, and though you draw blood it is like stabbing into an oak. Blue energy sparks and seethes under the point of contact, the reason for the added resistance obviously. Rolth has ensorcelled himself.

Rolth takes a step back, ignoring his bleeding shoulder and lifts a hand, wavng it and tossing a few drops of water and some dust into the air. He says something in some language. And the temperature drops. Of a sudden, the air is filled with stinging bits of hail and ice of a sudden. They are starting to move.

You can see over Rolth's shoulder that the other lackey who came with him has run across the glass-over-undead room and headed for one of the doors in the north. He is probably going to get reinforcements. There are two other lackeys in the room from before you know. But what they are doing you can't say. They are behind you on ths scaffolds still. Though they were both on fire until recently. So really. What could they possibly do now? Right?

Okay. The wand priest is dead. In the room...currently...are Rolth who is blocking the door and two other priests. Another priest is running into the last room, going for reinforcements. Updated the map. Yellow is Rolth. Brownish spots are priests.

Rolth has cast Ice Storm. It is materializing right now. You do get actions before it hits.

Tarrov did his Inspire bit. Please make sure to include the bonus in your rolls.

Thanks.
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"I'll send you to the Nine Hells where you belong!"


07:56, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
07:56, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 21 using 1d20+10. longsword attack Smite Evil. second attack
07:53, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 15 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
07:53, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 27 using 1d20+15. longsword attack Smite Evil.
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Vaddis, if you took 7 pts damage from my last post, give it back to yourself. DM error. 

Izzick's summoned dog charged at the priest going for reinforcements, sinking holy teeth into his side. Meanwhile, the sorcerer began to cast his own spell - a much more controller spell of fire this time, creating instead two beams to strike the casting necromancer.

Celestial Dog uses Smite Good and attacks the priest going for reinforcements
23:29, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 1d20+4. Celestial Dog Charge Smite Good.
23:29, Today: Izzick rolled 3 using 1d4+2. (2 if he isn't evil, though I'll assume he is)

23:36, Today: Izzick rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Scorching Ray. I SWEAR TO GOD
Ray 2 go:
23:37, Today: Izzick rolled 24 using 1d20+5. FINALLY
23:37, Today: Izzick rolled 13 using 4d6+1. Damage

"Hrrrpph!" Rolth hrrrrphs as Vaddis blade, glowing with hpwhote hot justice, slices down one side. The glowing hound summoned by Izzick bounds over necromancer and paladin and rushes over the glass encased dead as the priest flings open the door.

And then everything goes all ice and cold. The cold is manageable. Nippy at best. The hail and ice though whallop the snot out of you. 2 pts cold damage and 14 pts bludgeoning damage. How's that for lopsided?

Rolth catches flame and the buffering wind blows the smell of burning necromancer right into everyone's face. Ugh. And the aftertaste...

Reinforcement-Fetching Lackey is on the floor, a disembodied dog chewing at his arm. But the door he opened is opening wider. And you can hear shouts coming from inside it.

Behind you you hear footsteps on the catwalk. And slimy voices whispering "...braaaiinnnsss..."

You have Plague Doctors and lackeys pouring out from the room behind you. And a herd of zombies coming down the catwalks at you.

But at least you have your health...well. Never mind.

You guys have one round before we get to the next wave. Ten zombies to the east. Fice priests and two plague doctors coming at you from the west. 

PREVIOUS ROUND

Selvin charged in to Rolth to help Vaddis take him down hopefully.

OOC: Hit AC 17 for 11 damage, AC 18 for 11 damage, AC 29 for 12 damage and AC 21 for 9 damage (the 1, 1, 2,and 1 damage were electrical).

22:20, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 17,18,29,21 using d20+12,d20+12,d20+12,d20+12. Flying charge pounce on Rolth.
22:21, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 10,1,10,1,10,2,8,1 using d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage on Rolth.

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CURRENT ROUND

Selvin felt Zac take more damage than he was capable of, so Selvin took some of the damage himself, grunting with the pain of it. He then flew farther back in the room to try and get out of the area of the ice storm and away from the coming zombies....at least for a moment.

He then cast a spell to heal his ally a bit.

OOC: Sacrificing hit points to keep Zac around (Selvin takes 15 damage).

Flying back to where he got fireballed by Izzick almost to get out of the ice storm (I think that will get him out of the area of effect). If not, I'll revise.

Casting Lesser Eidolon Rejuvenate after movement.

22:29, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11 using 1d10+6. Rejuvenate Eidolon Lesser.

Vaddis swings in anger at Rolth, trying to chop him down before he can do more damage!

09:38, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 17 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
09:38, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 27 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.
09:38, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
09:37, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 24 using 1d20+15. longsword attack. 31 total to Rolth!

What little life Rolth clung to is extinguished. The master of the undead is dead.

The forces from the front begin to charge. The zombies shuffle forward...

I'll update the map when I am back on Thursday. Thanks.

Okay folks. I'm back. Map is updated. Yellow are the doctors. Black are the priests. Orange are the zombies and they are bunched up. Ya'll have init. 

To your west, the doctors spread out with the majority of the priests between them. The priests seem to begin various chants.

The zombies shuffle down the catwalk at a pace that can only be described as painfully slow.

"Can you cast fire into the doctors and priests Izzick? The zombies should be no problem!"

Selvin paused for a second and then...instead of charging into one group or the other which had seemed to be his modus operandi to date...began casting a spell, gesturing and chanting arcane words. He finishes and points towards the doctors and priests, releasing a cloud of golden particles covers everyone and everything in the area.

OOC: Casting Glitterdust on the doctors and priests. 10ft radius spread should catch them all I believe.

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Tarrov stepped in front of the doctors and priests, snapping his whip with an expertise honed over scores of performances in Korvosa's finest theater.  "Take to your heels, dogs," he snarled.  "We've killed your master, and we've killed your colleagues, and we'll kill you too.  Your dark gods cannot protect you.  Flee now, if you have any sense of self-preservation.  If not?"

He paused.

"Die."  The performer's whip cracked to emphasize the word, as if the gates of hell were opening to eagerly receive its newest residents.

OOC:

Free Action - Maintain Inspire Courage (+2 "to hit," +2 damage)

Full-Round Action - Demoralize with Dazzling Display.

09:45, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 25 using 1d20+15. Intimidate Check - Dazzling Display Demoralize.

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The priests and doctors stop their charge, holding their hands up to their eyes and making comments about things being all twinkly.

Sorry folks. I thought I posted this yesterday, but for some reason it didn't take.

Izzy? Fireballing?

(Woops, sorry, been busy this week and probably will be this coming week! But yes, Fireball!)

The half-orc decided, despite his last promise to Tarrov, now was time to throw safety to the wind and repeated his flaming chant.

23:39, Today: Izzick rolled 30 using 7d6.

MUCH BETTER
+1 for 31 damage, DC18 Reflex for half

The ball whooshs from the half orc's fingertips and hurtles across the space. A hot wind buffets you all as it explodes. The noise is so loud you can't hear the screams.

As the smoke begins to clear, you see ten smoking corpses of the non moving variety, fused and melted into the catwalk.
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OOC - the doctors, or the zombies?

I thought it was docs and priests. But rereading the exchange between Izzy and Selvin, looks like it was zombies. In which case there are ten charred corpses. The docs and priests appear to be blinded. 

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Tarrov ducked involuntarily as Izzick's fireball destroyed the zombie.  He felt slightly singed, but the charred zombie husks made the risk retroactively worth it.  Turning his attention to their remaining opponents, the young performer curled his whip around the legs of the closest blinded doctor, spilling him to the floor.

OOC:

09:35, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 19 using 1d20+9. Whip Trip Attack on Blinded Doctor.
(-4 CMD to doctor due to blinded condition)

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Selvin grinned as his spell took effect and swung the odds in their favor, even more so once Vaddis and Izzick took care of the zombies! He flew forward, wings flapping, as he charged into the doctors and priests that had been blinded.

OOC: Hit AC 13 for 7 damage, AC 29 for 10 damage, AC 15 for 8 damage and AC 25 for 8 damage.
11:16, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 13,29,15,25 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Charge pounce into the doctors and priests.
11:18, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 4,3,6,4,4,4,4,4 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage.

Tarrov's  whip curls around the leg of a doctor as Selvin and Zac smash into them. Two of the priests become so much red mist.

Vaddis and Izzy... as you turn your attentions back to the new battle, you both notice you seem to be a head short. One of the doctors is gone.

"I told you to blast the doctors! Now one has fled for more help!" Vaddis says as he cuts into the nearest priest.

07:12, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
07:11, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

"I figured we had more pressing matters grouped up behind us. And I didn't want to singe your or Selvin this time," he said, as his hands to make motions for a much simpler and more accurate spells.

Four magic missile so I'll do two to one priest/doctor and two to another. (Think I'm starting to mix up which is which, so whichever two)


00:50, Today: Izzick rolled 7 using 2d4+2. One.
00:50, Today: Izzick rolled 5 using 2d4+2. Two.

The priests, blind as they are, fall fairly easily. The doctor seems to be made of sterner stuff as he takes Izzick's blast and tries to crouch into a defensive position. He's blind though. So the effort makes him resemble more a sitting duck than a crouching tiger.

However there is good news. The missing doctor does not remain missing. As Tarrov can attest, for it seems the good doctor has somehow appeared behind him. He sinks a long sharp blade into the bard's side. The doctor barks, "You're it!" and begins to giggle as he twists the knife...

Tarrov...8 points damage.

Only one blind doctor, the blinkng doctor, and one priest left standing.

Selvin whipped around and slashed out at the one priest nearby still. He was a bit distracted by the doctor that seemed insane and teleporting.

00:14, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 14,11,13,17 using d20+9,d20+9,d20+9,d20+9. Attack on priest.
00:15, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 7,6,5,6,5,3,8,6 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage if they hit.

"Ayie!" said Tarrov, in a little higher-pitched voice than he would have liked, as the Doctor appeared behind him and introduced the performer to the business end of his dagger.  He stumbled forward, away from his attacker, then turned and threw out a hand toward his assailant.

"I was going to be a banker," he said as if by way of explaining why he was here in the sanctum of a dark god, "but then I lost interest."

Free Action - Five-foot step away from doctor.

Standard Action - Cast Hideous Laughter on doctor (DC 15).

Ugh

"With a..ha ha...incanta..he he...tion like...giggle giggle snort...like that no wonder...ha ha ha ha ha...they call this hideous laughter. He he he he he. " manages Dr. Blinky McBlinksalot. In the other room, Selvin finishes the last priest as Vaddis takes apart the blinded, glittery doctor.

Only Blinky left.

07:14, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
07:14, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

Vaddis moves into the other room and swings hard at Blinky! "Shut up you!"
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Selvin moves towards the last remaining foe, but hesitates when he sees Vaddis take a swing, waiting to see if the Paladin takes him down or not.

The doctor dies laughing. Meh. There are worse ways to go.

You all look about waiting for the next wave of filthy evil to come pouring through a doorway.

The only sound thugh are crickets. Apparently they keep cages of them. Probably an ingedient for their poison.

You got a breather. What would everyone like to do now?

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"Well.  That was fun.  Good job, gentlemen.  Now let's see if we can find anything that might let us know exactly what it is that's going on here, shall we?"  Tarrov began searching the bodies and the room for any items, documents, or other information that might provide some intelligence about the doctors' operation (see what I did there?!?).

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Vaddis helps search the bodies Very punny ;)

Selvin helped in the searching as well, but occasionally glanced at the doors to make sure no one else was coming for the moment.

You manage to gather a handful of coins. Blinky has a rather intricate ring on one finger. Black metal with an intricate inlay of silver.

The vats hold nothing but gallons of a disgusting goo. You notice racks where the goo has been spread, allowing it to dry to an ashy colored powder. For some reason it reminds you of the inside of those coffers.

Selvin, the door to the east is cracked open a bit. Someone is on the other side watching you all. But as of yet appears to have made no move.

"We need to destroy this all." Vaddis then tries to find something to disrupt what is in the process of happening, "dump the vats and burn the place?"

Selvin acted as if he was turning away to go back to the group for the conversation but instead threw open the doors to see who was hiding behind it. "Be you friend or foe?"

New map uploaded to group 0. Selvin will be looking into G13. Everyone else is in G8.

Fire appears to be the only solution readily available Vaddis. Though destroying it may hamper efforts to find a cure.

But let's not worry about that now.

The doors fly open easily Selvin. You are staring into a large chamber. Everything in here seems to be bathed with a kind of sickly, greenish glow. Around the perimeter of the room are work tables and benchs, each seeming to overflow with paper, odd medical instruments, alchemical equipment, and nasty smelling lit candles. But the source of the light comes from the center of the room.

Four sealed glass columns, each taller than Zac, stand in the center. Each is filled with a greenish tinged fluid. In each column stands...something. Beings you guess. They seem part man, part angel, part horse. Three of the the odd beings remain still, while from the fourth you can see movement. It is pressing it's odd horse skull face against the glass and staring at you. Slowly it raises a long talon like finger and taps the glass from the inside.

There are two priests as well. One is sitting on the floor, staring up at you. You knocked him over when you kicked open the door. The other priest is standing beside the glass tube, holding a hammer. Hammer Priest looks at you with a puzzled expression. "Friend or foe? Really? Ya just came in and slaughtered most of me mates. Tch. Friend or foe this."

And he raises the hammer and brings it down on the glass tube. The hammer makes a small hole in the tube, but in a moment the hole widens as the bird-horse-man thing slams an arm through it. It grabs Hammer Priest by the throat.

Hammer Priest manages to say "I wallow in the pits of my Lady of Filth. She carresses me with lepers-"

Whatever else she does for him gets lost as his head comes off hos shoulders and flops to the ground.

The priest who was seated on the floor looks at his dead comrade, blinks, and looks up at you Selvin. "Me? I'm all about Team You Guys. Right here for ya buddy!"

Selvin shook his head at the hammer-wielding priest but things quickly spiral out of control. He looks down at the priest who essentially surrendered. "What..might I ask...is that?" He nodded towards the creature in the tube that had just killed the one priest.

Cure? I thought they created it.

Sorry Vaddis. Wasn't clear in my post. Just pointing out you may want to save some of it in case it comes in handy  to the priests ya'll are working with in finding a cure is all. Not the pirests here but Abadar's 

"I don't knowit's name," says the last priest as the angel-horse-man-thing smashes out more of the glass. "...but they were gifts of the Pus Mother. Their essence was vital in making the disease. But...uh..."

The thing is sliding out of the glass now.

"Tehy aren't exactly partial to us. And..you know...being from Hell and all....they tend to be a bit..."

Angel Horse thing turns and regards you. It's nird skull of a head moves. It's beak opens. And it screechs "BWWWAAHK" in your direction.

"...antisocial..."

Selvin motioned for the priest to move in to the other room and shut the door behind them. "So...gentlemen....I think we have a problem about to erupt from this room." To the priest he asks, "Do we need that thing for a cure?"

"I'm sure we can get a cure when it's dead, all the same," Izzick said, though he felt sick just looking at the horrid demonic pestilence beast. His hands looked ready to spring to action, casting whatever spell he needed next as soon as they could make the gestures, but he waited in case his team disagreed with bringing the beast down.

The beast roars again and rushes forward...

Ya'll are going first. State actions and rolls please.

Vaddis awaits the creature to close then smites it with his sword!

08:21, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 13 using 1d8+7. longsword damage.
08:21, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+7. longsword damage.
08:21, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 22 using 1d20+8. smite evil longsword attack.
08:20, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+13. smite evil longsword attack.

From Izzick's hands, two rays of flame burst forth, firing at the monster that stood in front of them.

01:25, Today: Izzick rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Scorching Ray.
01:34, Today: Izzick rolled 12 using 4d6+1. Damage

01:34, Today: Izzick rolled 18 using 1d20+5. Scorching Ray 2.
01:34, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 4d6+1. Damage 2

Selvin, having learned his lesson, waited for Izzick to finish casting his spell before charging the creature coming out of the room. He let out a growl as he flew forward, wings flapping hard.

OOC: Hit AC 26 for 14 damage, AC 20 for 19 damage, AC 18 for 15 damage, AC 21 for 11 damage. I've noted below that some damage is electrical.

09:32, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 26,20,18,21 using d20+8,d20+8,d20+8,d20+8. Charging pounce power attack on creature.
09:34, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 9,5,13,6,9,6,8,3 using d6+7,d6,d6+7,d6,d6+7,d6,d6+7,d6. Damage if the attacks hit (d6s with no bonus are electrical).

Tarrov begins another song of heroism, in which the protagonists defeat overwhelming evil with the help of the gods and a timely use of inspirational entertainment.

Standard Action:  Begin Inspire Courage (+2 to hit/damage for all party members).

Bwah ha ha ha 

The -angel-horse-man thing dives straight into the rush of Izzick's rays of flame. The blasts leave black soot marks on it's skin, but it continues to rush forward.

Selvin pounces and strikes. But the creature pivots and steps aside once, twice, and then a third time. Vaddis' first swing is close. It seems to catch the thing off guard, and though it sidesteps it, it does so by stepping right in the way of Selvin. The thrust of Zac's last attack pushes the thing into Vaddis' range and the paladin strikes a solid blow.

The thing flips backwards and lands on it's feet. Hooves. Whatever. It opens it's skull-beak and leans forward....

From inside it a great wave of flies erupts out, like a swollen river bursting through a levee of cheap sandbags. Each fly seems as big as the end of your thumb and swells with some kind of noxious pus that seeps out from every one of it's imaginable crevices....

Is there any part of this place that is not disgusting?

Selvin and Vaddis, reflex save vs DC 21. You get your Con bonus as a bonus to the save. 26 pts dam, half that if you save. Also, you can both consider yourselves sickened for 1 min.

Don't forget Tarrov's Inspiration bonus. Ya'll will need it here.

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"Holy . . . ."  Tarrov had never seen anything like this, this thing.  It was clear they were going to need their best effort to simply survive this thing's assault, much less defeat it.  And that meant . . . .

"Selvin!"  Tarrov dashed after the man, sliding in behind him, using Selvin's bulk and that of his companion as a shield from the creature.  "En zvayste sha," the entertainer intoned, his eyes going slightly white as his voice dropped several registers, volume rising as he spoke.  "En variste mondovi!  Achio barundum ka!  AH REGUTO SHALENTIS!!!!"

A fierce glory coursed through Selvin's veins as the ancient magic took hold, imparting upon him an echo of champions long dead, recalled only in dimly-remembered tales of yore.  Their spirits imbued Selvin with a lust for glory, for valor . . . and for victory.

OOC:

Free - Maintain Inspire Courage

Move - Behind Selvin

Standard - Cast Heroism

Result- Selven receives a +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks for one hour.

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07:37, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 9 using 2d6. lay on hands.
07:34, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d20+9. reflex save.

HP: 36/60

Vaddis steps up and swings violently at the disgusting beast!

07:40, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
07:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
07:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 33 using 1d20+15. longsword attack.
07:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 23 using 1d20+15. longsword attack.
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Selvin let out a wracking screaming fit of coughing as the flies streamed over him and his symbiote. Both of them seemed the worse for wear after that, holes almost appearing in the ectoplasmic membrance of the outsider around the half-elf. Their joint counter-attacks didn't seem to have as much accuracy or strength behind them as before.

09:36, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 9 using 1d20. Reflex save with no bonuses. Even with bonuses and the ability to add the Con mod that doesn't hit a DC 21.

Zak takes 16 damage. Selvin takes 10 damage.

09:47, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 18,27,19,14 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Full attack, no power attack.
09:53, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 9,4 using d6+3,d6. Damage if AC 27 hits (naked d6 is electrical).

The creature seemed only a bit burned by the flames, if that, so Izzick decided to switch strategies. Sicky green now shot from his finger in hopes of bringing the demon down a peg or two.

Using Ray of Enfeeblement
22:31, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 1d20+6. Ranged Touch Attack.
22:32, Today: Izzick rolled 6 using 1d6+1. Strength Loss.

Hey Tarrov, do you have knowledge Planes? Given it's breathing fire, I don't want to be pelting this guy with fire if he's immune

Selvin/Zac slam a blow against it. It barely manages ro stumble out of the path of Izzick's beam. Then Vaddis  smashes it twice with solid enough hits you all think you can hear angels sing.

It flails sideways, it's claws missing the paladin by inches. It seems unsteady on it's feet at the moment...

So ya'll know this thing is AC 23 Touch 16. Ya'lls go.

Selvin still seemed to be having trouble, swaying a bit on his four feet as he lashed out with teeth, claws and tail stinger, but only managed to score marks with his claws.

OOC: Hit AC 29 for 8 damage, and AC 27 for 12 damage (1 and 3 electrical respectively).
21:26, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 12,29,21,27 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Full attack, no power attack.
21:27, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 7,1,9,3 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage on the outsiiiiiiiiider.

Vaddis swings again, barely missing once, and getting a slash in with the second! "Back to hell with you!"

09:07, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 13 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
09:07, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 25 using 1d20+15. longsword attack.
09:06, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 22 using 1d20+15. longsword attack.

Izzick repeats the spell and a second sickly beam strikes it dead center.

10:23, Today: Izzick rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Ray of Enfeeblement.
10:23, Today: Izzick rolled 8 using 1d6+3. Strength Loss (I rolled wrong last time anyway).

Fort Save DC15 to only lose 4 strength, but I still consider that a nice hit

OOC - Pathfinder has a save for it? Didn't know that, there is no save in 3.5.

The save on Ray of Enfeeblement is for half, so it's one of those quasi saves.

Mr Dead Ed makes a choked BAH KWaaaakkk sound as the thin beam from Izzick's  hand strikes him. Then it makes an umph noise as the Twin Furies Vaddis and Selvin smack him around like the pimps they are.

He does give as good as he gets though. Zac/Selvin takes a sideways blow but he manages to back slash Vaddis fairly solidly. His claws are weaker though then you might expect. They only feel like a warhammer as opposed to a balista.

He jumps backwards slightly and shakes his skull head. He then surges forward...

Vaddis, 10 pts dam. Selvin, 6 pts.

Ya'lls go. Not much longer now.

Selvin grunted as he was hit once more - and the wounding seemed to appear almost totally on Selvin this time rather than the symbiote as the creature slashed in. Selvin struck back out though both claws seemed to miss, weighing heavily from the wounds he'd received.

OOC: Hit AC 28 for 11 damage (2 electrical), and AC 30 for 9 damage (3 electrical).

21:35, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 28,17,16,30 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Full attack, no power attack.
21:36, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11 using 1d20+10. Crit confirm (if it's not immune).
21:37, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 9,2,6,3 using d6+3,d6,d6+3,d6. Damage on the creature from the testube.

Vaddis sinks his first stroke into the creature, but misses on the second cut.

07:41, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 10 using 1d8+9. longsword damage.
07:40, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 15 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.
07:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 26 using 1d20+15. longsword attack.

Tarrov lashed out with his whip, attempting to trip the creature as it fought his friends.

OOC:

Standard Action - Trip combat maneuver with whip.

11:13, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 22 using 1d20+9. Trip Attempt.

Free Action - Maintain Inspire Courage (+2 hit/+2 damage)

Active Effects - Heroism on Selvin.

It just barely manages to dance away from Tarrov's lash. Unfortunately for it, this manages to land it squarely in the middle of Vaddis and Selvin.

There is a sickening crunching noise as it's skul like beak snaps and flies apart. Then it explodes in a cloud of funerary ashes.

The fat thick flies shudder and turn to fat thick drops of nauseating goo that splatter on the floor with a sound that can only be described as tiny babies being dropped from the roof onto the street.

The smell lingers. As does the victory.

And that is that. Take a vixtory lap. May I suggest ya'll heal up?

Selvin almost collapses when the freaky creature dies...er, dissolves? He steps back from the goo and cloud quickly. "Dunno 'bout you all but I am tired an' hurt. An' almost outta spells fer the day." He begins casting the spell twice in a row to heal his symbiote some.

18:10, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8 using 1d10+5. Rejuvenate Eidolon Lesser.
18:10, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 15 using 1d10+5. Rejuvenate Eidolon Lesser a 2nd time.
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"Sadly, we have found out very little in my opinion. We have not connected the queen to the plot, and can only guess that they were not really looking for a cure. We have no proof. I would say it is evident that they were the source of the disease though. Withdraw and lick our wounds? Or move forward?"

  I will await ya'lls decision.

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"Well," said Tarrov, grimacing, "I doubt we're going to have this opportunity again.  They're eventually going to realize what we've done, probably sooner rather than later, and at the very least take anything of import someplace more secure."  He coughed.  "Or at least better hidden."

"I can use these wands to heal us up.  But I suggest we push forward and continue exploring this place rather than falling back.  We may never get another chance at this."

OOC:  Use Wand of Cure Light Wounds to heal all party members, however many charges that takes.

Counting Zac, everyone gets healed to full except Izzy, who is within two hp by the time the wand craps out.

As Tarrov  points the wand at the last of Izzick's wounds, the poor wand seems to vinrate and sputter. It gave it's all.

As you all take a moment of silence to honor the memory of the brave little wand, you look about the room.

The various bric a nrac show the room was indeed used for developing plague. But nothing evidencing the why behind the artificial epidemic can be found.

The doors at the eastern end of the room let out onto a long set of stairs thay wind their way downwards.

Vaddis nods his head in assent and readies to kill more maidens.

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"Head down the stairs, then?"  Tarrov suggests.  "Maybe we'll finally figure out something concrete about these people and their planned plague."

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"Perhaps it would be better if we searched this room first? It seems to be a lab of some kind, perhaps there's some information somewhere?" Even without a why, maybe someone at the church could make use of any of their findings.

Also, can we question that priest or did I miss him running off/dying?

13:29, Today: Izzick rolled 13 using 1d20-1. Perception. To search the room

Selvin gave a shrug at Tarrov's words. "I'm fine with moving on. Thank you for the help with healing. I don't have spells really left but I can still attack with the best of them." He gave a less pained and weary smile.

It appears the priest made tracks during your fight. So much for Team Us.

A second search turns up little of immediate use. The priests have a few coins on them. And there are some substances that may be toxic. But to what extent or use you aren't sure. There are notes, and they could be useful, but it would take some time to piece them together.

Sorry. Not much in this room. There are some vials of what may be acid. Three vials of one use each. How strong an acid you don't know.

Going forward?

We collect all of the notes to help with a real cure.

Selvin gave a nod. "Stupid coward priest but okay. Notes are good though." He gave a shrug and moved to the front once more. "Job's not done. Let's keep going."

Tarrov nods.  "Let's finish this."

The long hall opens into a circular chamber rising into a high dome. Seven basins jut from the walls, ensconced within evenly spaced alcoves that circle the room. Each is filled to the brim with a unique liquid corruption—blood, bile, milk, or other unidentifiable fluid. Each fills the air with its own distinct reek, creating a noxious, eye-watering bouquet. Upon the floor around each basin lie several small, empty metal boxes, each carved with images of skulls.At the room’s center, rising from a wide pool of crystalline water, rises a golden statue of a sight both erotic and horrifying. The statue is that of a beautiful nude woman, human above the waist, but below this the figure is nothing more than a skeleton.

Scattered about the room are several of those coffers ypu suspect were used to house the coins thay carried the plague to Korvosa. Some are open, revealing the bodies of dead rats or severed human fingers. Others are closed, waiting to be opened and unveil their toy surprises to the world.

Standing at the base of the large fountain is a woman. She is beautiful. Pale skin with long, luxurious black hair tied in a knot behind her head. But she is also, without a doubt, evil. There can be no doubt about it. Even at a glance it is obvious. She wears black leather armor cut so as to leave no doubt about where her various curves are. Her nails and full lips are painted the color of fresh blood. Small skull motifs are fitted about her costume to leave no doubt she is into death. And she holds a large war scythe by the haft, resting the pointy tip of one of her knee high steel tipped boots on the large blade at the end of the shaft. She is such the picture of evil, the only way she could possibly prove herself more evil is if she were to begin some kind of menacing villanous monolouges the villans in plays often make at about this time.

She opens her mouth.

" And so you have found your way to me, hopeful heroes. Know that you stand before the architect of your city’s death. You call this sending blood veil, yet I know it as the gentle kiss of the Pallid Princess. Your reward shall be great—choose of the seven scourges to become one with the goddess. Those who drink, I shall only cripple, leaving you alive to enjoy her as she quickens inside your flesh. Those who abstain are fools, not fit to house the divine gift. You may prostrate yourselves at my feet and I shall make your end all the more swift for it. Swifter, in any event, than this delightful end your lovely queen has enjoined me to create! "

Wow. She is evil.

Uploading a new map to group 0. 

Selvin stopped and stared at the woman. Beautiful. Crazy. Evil. And...detailing her plans with an offer no hero would actually consider taking? Oh, wait, crazy was mentioned already. He blinked and then chuckled.

"Oh, of COURSE! Let us drink! We came all this way, and killing your minions is damn thirsty work. I mean if we're going to die ANYWAY, right?"

And then he charged the woman, flying with natural outsider weapons extended.

OOC: Hahaha, nat 20 followed by a nat 20 to confirm! That never happens to me!
If she's immune to criticals I will reroll the first damage.

Vaddis advances and sinks his sword deep into the woman! "Die foul spawn of hell!"

09:01, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 7 using 1d8+3. longsword damage.
09:01, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 26 using 1d20+10. longsword attack.

The rush to the fight was immediate from his companions, and so Izzick followed suit. Disease wasn't going to be his end - he'd die fighting first. Or rather, die with something fighting in his place as he began a chant to summon a holy animal from beyond.

Cast Summon Monster II so I can get a summon at the start of my next turn - Celestial Wolf friend to the rescue

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Tarrov bursts into verse, inspiring his friends to greater feats of valor:

Look at this black-armored brunette
It seems she wants us all to get
Some sort of illness she's cooked up
By drinking from a toxic cup

She threatens death if we do not
And even though she's kind of hot
There's lots of fish out in the sea
We kill this one?  Korvosa's free!

OOC:  Begin Inspire Courage (+2 "to hit", +2 damage)

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Can't we just cuddle for a while?

The priestess opens her mouth and then it is shut for her. Quite hard. She is already smoking from the smoldering bruises Selvin has left on her when Vaddis' blade smashes into her, forcing her to stumble back to the edge of the fountain.

She growls at the two front line fighters, sneers at Tarrov as he busts a fresh rhyme, and glances at the swirling ball of energy in front of Izzick that is becoming wolf shaped. She is muttering something as she does so and then jumps straight up into the air....and stays there. She pushes up with her heels, forcing herself higher. And she is standing ten feet above you in the air.

"So we'll do it the hard way then..."

She is air walking now. Ten feet above ground. Please factor into your actions. Ya'lls go.

Tarrov throws his arm out towards the woman's evil-looking war scythe, muttering an arcane word of power.  "I don't know if you'll be able to keep a handle on this situation," he grins.

OOC:

Standard Action:  Cast Grease on war scythe.  (DC 15 Reflex save or drop)

Free Action:  Maintain Inspire Courage (+2 "to hit," +2 damage)

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Vaddis jumps straight up and brings his blade into the evil priestess!

13:09, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 10 using 1d20-4. acrobatics.
13:08, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 13 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
13:08, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 24 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.

(All but 6' tall, arm extending out, add a 3' blade, I should be able to lay a leg open at least with a modest jump.)

Selvin grinned and let out a growl. "Yes! Hard way! Die, evil spawn!" He flew around and up behind her, wings flapping. Then he darted forward, lashing out with his fanged muzzles, wicked claws and stinger tail.

OOC: Hit AC 16 for 13 damage (1 is electrical).
Hit AC 29 (and 27 to confirm critical hit) for 21 damage (6 is electrical).
Hit AC 18 for 16 damage (1 is electrical).
Hit AC 21 for 19 damage (5 is electrical).

"SHIT!" She yells as the scythe slides through her dainty but cruel fingers. And then the beatings start.

"What is...OW!..wrong with you...Dagnabbit...jerks? Uhff" She slides back across the air above the fountain before digging in her heels to whatever is holding her up. She glares at you all.

"FALL!"

And you all feel the urge to fall onto the ground...

Greater Command says Will save vs DC 19 pr fall to the ground.

Izzy, your doggie has formd.

Selvin don't forget to save for Zac...

Selvin growled and shook his head as he fought the urge to fall to the ground. His eyes narrowed and he replied, "No thanks! I like it up here!" And he moved forward to attack her once more!


OOC: There isn't a separate save for Zac - they are treated as one entity for almost all things. Hit AC 22 (21 damage of which 6 is electrical), AC 21 (20 damage of which 5 is electrical), AC 23 (15 damage of which 4 is electrical), and AC 20 (15 damage of which 2 is electrical).

21:48, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 23 using 1d20+11. Will save.

21:55, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 22,21,23,20 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Full attack, flying pounce, power attack, heroism and bardic music added in.
21:56, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 15,6,15,5,11,4,13,2 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Damage on attacks if they hit.

Vaddis fights off the urge to fall, . . barely! "Die!" Vaddis yells as he sheaths his sword and draws his bow.

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Unable to resist the woman's magically-infused instruction, Tarrov threw himself to the ground.  Wonderful, the thought to himself, gritting his teeth.  But it wasn't like he was helpless, either.  He drew his Wand of Magic Missiles and sent a couple of arcane bolts toward the evil-looking witch.


09:55, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 5 using 1d20+3. Will Save.

Free Action - Maintain Inspire Courage

Move Action - Draw Wand of Magic Missiles

Standard Action - Use Wand of Magic Missiles on Woman

10:00, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 4 using 2d4+2. Magic Missile Damage.

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Sorry Selvin. Was thinking of Zac as a familiar for some reason on that one.

She sidesteps most of your slashes Selvin, but the bursts from Tarrov's throw her off as they hit her and she stumbles into the path of your swing. She stumbles back on the air, says some evil sounding word, and makes a motion.

The air before Vaddis shimmers and then a scythe appears. As if weilded by some invisible hand, the semi tanslucent scythe swipes at the paladin, slashing him across the chest.

She's an AC 23. Vaddis take 7 HP damage from Spiritual Weapon. Tarrov, you can make another Will save or remain down. DC 19. Ya'lls turn.

Vaddis loads and fires his crossbow twice at the floating priestess.

08:53, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 7 using 1d8. crossbow damage.
08:53, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 2 using 1d8. crossbow damage.
08:53, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 20 using 1d20+2. Crossbow Attack.
08:52, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 23 using 1d20+7. Crossbow Attack.

OOC: Hahaha if I had power attacked I would hit with all but one still! D'oh!


Seeing as she was not only dangerous but a bit hard to hit with his attacks, Selvin calmed himself a bit. He stopped swinging with such powerful but wilder abandon, and instead attacked with more controlled swings.

OOC: Hit AC 28 for 10 damage (2 is electrical), AC 30 for 9 damage (3 is electrical), AC 24 for 18 damage (5 is electrical), and AC 26 for 10 damage (3 is electrical).

07:32, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 28,30,24,26 using d20+12,d20+12,d20+12,d20+12. Fulll attack but no more power attack.
07:34, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 8,2,6,3,10,5,7,3 using d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage on attacks.

She screams as the bolt from Vaddis' bow strikes her and then is buffeted by Selvin's  one two.

The semi translucent scythe slashes at the paladin again and another one appears above Tarrov, slamming down into the small of his back.

The priestess rolls across the empty air and stares at the statue. "O Most Beautiful Filth! In whose name we eat the skin of babies! Please grant me the strength to plow through these interloppers like anthrax through a herd of cattle! Please allow me to continue to spread your glorious wasting through the crowds of aged, infirmed, and kind hearted! May orphans spit up blood at your holy name!"

Man. She is evil.

Vaddis 4 pts dam. Tarrov, 8 pts dam. Ya'lls go.

Vaddis fires two more bolts at the priestess, missing both. "Kack!"

07:23, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 8 using 1d20+2. Crossbow Attack.
07:22, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Crossbow Attack.

Selvin let loose another round of biting, clawing and stinging, especially since the witch was mostly ignoring him and hitting his allies. So he kept up his assault on her!

OOC: Hit AC 31 twice, 17 damage (6 electrical) and 7 damage (1 electrical).
15:45, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 31,14,20,31 using d20+12,d20+12,d20+12,d20+12. Full attack but no power attack.
15:46, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11,6,6,1 using d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage for two hits.

18:47, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 1d20+7. Will Save (+1 vs Enchantment, +2 vs Compulsion)
Failure even with those bonuses

However, I get a 2nd save at the start of my turn
18:56, Today: Izzick rolled 19 using 1d20+7.

Izzick falls to the ground, obeying the command of the cleric, but a moment later his mind was clearing and he began to stand up. His wolf unfortunately left virtually without prey, he attempted to bring her down with the next best thing: Fire. He began to chant, forming burning rays, and letting them loose.

Move to stand
Fire Scorching Ray, which unfortunately got terrible rolls
19:03, Today: Izzick rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Scorching Ray.
19:03, Today: Izzick rolled 13 using 1d20+7. Scorching Ray 2.

If either hits her touch though,
19:05, Today: Izzick rolled 21 using 4d6+1. Dmg 1 (10).
19:05, Today: Izzick rolled 14 using 4d6+1. Dmg2 (13).

She ducks low and manages to avoid both the bolts from Vaddis' crossbow and the sizzling beams from Izzick.

Unfortunately, this leaves her open for a slam dunk from Selvin. The force of the two attacks actually knocks her down. She slams into the liquid gathering at the feet of the bizzare statue.

She does not rise.

"Let us search the room quickly and move on, I do not like it here."

You all begin to search the room...

You have the main fountain in the middle of the room and the fountains ringing the wall. There is also the statue in the middle of the large fountain in the middle. Let me know where everyone is searching please. Also, let me get perception checks from everyone. Thanks.

07:56, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d20. Perception.

Selvin let out a long sigh of relief and floated down towards the floor, the flapping of his wings slowing. "Wow. She was a bit tough!" He wobbles a bit and then straightens. He begins to carefully move around and look with his eyes for the most part, not wanting to touch anything unless he had to.

10:25, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 16 using 1d20+9. Perception in the icky room.

Izzick goes to search where he assumes the plague originated: The woman in her very evil skull plate.

17:53, Today: Izzick rolled 18 using 1d20-1.

The water in the main fountain is murky Izzick. But ypu can see the dead priestess, her blood pouring out and clouding the water further.

As you start to reach down, you get a chill in your spine. Just a premonition of sorts. You glance upwards.

The creepy statue is looking down at you. Was it's face looking downwards before? You can't recall. But what grabs your attention is the smile on it's face. The smile is a large one. Not a malicious smirk, but an actual honest...almost loving...smile. Considering the statue depicts the goddess of filth and disease, and that it is of a naked woma who is a skipeleton from the waist down, it is easy to say the smile seems out of place.

You follow the eyes of the statue. It is not looking at you, but at her. The woman in the water. You look down.

The priestess has opened her eyes. But there are no orbs inside the sockets. Instead there is a glow. Diffused by the water, but still visible none the less. The skin around her eyes is flaking off like old paint on the wall of an old cottage by the sea. The skin flakes and disintergrates, revealing not muscle and sinew, but a second skin that glows as well. The priestess is raising her hand. As she does so the nails fall of and the palm splits open, revealing more glowing surface underneath.

It seems you are witnessing the birth of a fallen angel.

The rest of you aren't finding anything.

Izzick, she is still under the water at this point and still transforming.

 

Suddenly, the priestess rises from the water, visible to all.

She is looking a lot different. Her skin and clothes are falling away, turning into ash in the air. Beneath she is aglow. Literally. Large butterfly like wings are unfolding from her back.

She looks like an angel. Sort of. There's something off about the whole effect though. The light she gives off is slightly painful to look at. Her fingers come to in end in sharp points now. And she still has that same look on her face as when you first came into the room. A look of cool arrogance mixed with pure contempt.

And the air in the room goes stale.

Vaddis, the evil level all around just took a sharp spike upwards.

She makes a motion. The air seems to constrict around Selvin/Zac... 

Selvin, Hold Person on you. DC 15 Fort save please.

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"Well," said Tarrov, grimacing.  "That's not good.  Is it?"  The performer looked around.  "I can't think of a situation in which that would be good."  He placed a hand on Vaddis' back and uttered an arcane word, all the while keeping his eyes on the unwanted apotheosis of their not-quite-defeated foe.  As Tarrov touched him, Vaddis felt a surge of valor, a spirit of courage that buoyed him to even greater feats of martial prowess.

OOC:

Doesn't Hold Person save against Will?  I don't think it's a Fort save.

Immediate Action (if necessary):  Cast Saving Finale on Selvin.

Standard Action:  Cast Heroism on Vaddis.

Free Action:  Maintain Inspire Courage

Selvin and Vaddis are now both under the effects of Heroism.

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OOC - What does that do off hand?

Selvin turned back around from where he'd been searching when he heard water noises. "What?" His slight frown slid into a very surprised face as he saw the evil priestess up for round two! And boy she had gotten even more ugly! "No not good at all!" His lips curled back in disgust, even as he shook off whatever she was trying to do to him. And he charged her again, eyes narrowed to slits against the painful light!


OOC: Charging the priestess (not sure if we roll or if initiative is needed first. Hit AC 25 and 26 for 15 damage each.

16:13, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 32 using 1d20+13. Will save vs Hold Person (-2 if it really is a Fort save instead).

19:52, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 18,25,14,26 using d20+12,d20+12,d20+12,d20+12. Charging power attack (still with heroism and inspire courage).
19:53, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 13,2,10,5 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Damage for the 2 hits (d6s with no bonus are electrical).
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Usually yes Tarrov. This case is just specific to this monstrosity.

And you guys have init. So go Daddy go 

Vaddis prays to holy Iomedae as he moves in to attack the creature! "Blessed Iomedae, guide my sword in smiting this evil creature!"

08:37, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 19 using 1d8+11. smite evil longsword damage.
08:36, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 24 using 1d20+15. smite evil longsword attack.

AC21 vs her.

Izzick could only watch in horror and confusion as the priestess transformed, and without knowing what to do, saw the end product. A horrible monster, but he should have known she wouldn't fall so easily. He took a step back and began to cant a spell - it was weaker than what he'd been using, but he'd found himself exhausted of that level of magics.

Ray of Enfeeblement
19:35, Today: Izzick rolled 22 using 1d20+7.
19:36, Today: Izzick rolled 9 using 1d6+3.

9 Strength lost. Half that if she makes a DC15 Fort save.

Like a well oiled machine, you all move in fluid concert. Selvin and Vaddis strike in perfect point-counterpoint while Izzick's ray neatly strikes her from behind. Tarrov finishes his recitation and steps back to ready himself.

Gloworm gives some ground under the various assaults. Her off kilter glowing face makes a grimace of distaste. She reaches out and slaps at the two tanks, striking one than the other. Her blows carry an impact, though perhaps not as powerful as one would perhaps expect.

Selvin, 7 pts dam. Vaddis, 9 pts dam. Ya'lls go.

Vaddis swings again, connecting with the first strike, missing badly with the second!

08:33, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 26 using 1d20+10. confirm crit failure.
08:33, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d20+10. smite evil longsword attack.
08:32, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 13 using 1d8+5. smite evil longsword damage.
08:31, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 33 using 1d20+15. smite evil longsword attack.
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Selvin let out a grunt as the glowing former-priestess slapped him. He felt the impact more than he thought he'd would, but it wasn't super-powerful. He frowned and attempted to flank her with Vaddis so they could both more easily hit the creature, and then lashed out again.

OOC: Hit AC 30 for 15 damage, AC 29 for 13 damage, and AC 24 for 12 damage.

08:52, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 21,30,29,24 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Power attacking again.
08:53, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 13,3,10,3,10,2 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Damage for the hits (d6s with no bonus are electrical).

Having weakened her with his weakening ray, Izzick conjured forth several blue orbs of energy to strike the woman.

20:51, Today: Izzick rolled 13 using 4d4+4. Magic Missile.

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Tarrov draws a wand and sends a couple of magical missiles of his own towards their opponent.

OOC:  Draw and Use Wand of Magic Missiles.

20:05, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 8 using 2d4+2.

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Teamwork is a truly beautiful thing.

She stumbles, striking her back against the base of the statue. With a smirk on her face, she lifts her arms and lunges forward. One hand catches Vaddis in the sternum. The ends of her odd looking fingers seem to slip through his armor like butter. The other hand smashes into Izzick, knocking his just under the collarbone.


Izzy, 9 pts dam. Selvin, 10 pts dam. Also, I need both of you to make a Fort save DC 16 please. If you fail still continue with hou actions please. Thanks.

Vaddis swings again and again into the creature, "Back to the hells with you!"

07:43, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 9 using 1d8+5. smite evil longsword damage.
07:43, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+5. smite evil longsword damage.
07:43, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 24 using 1d20+10. smite evil longsword attack.
07:43, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 29 using 1d20+15. smite evil longsword attack.
07:42, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 16 using 1d20+10. Fort save.

HP: 8/60
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Tarrov uttered the command word for his wand again, hoping that his comrades could stand up to the resurrected woman's attacks.  As two bluish, magical bolts flew to hit the woman, the bard also hoped that she wouldn't be able to stand up to this kind of punishment for much longer.

OOC:

Free Action:  Maintain Inspire Courage on Group.  Heroism is up on Vaddis and Selvin.

Standard Action:  Use Wand of Magic Missiles.

15:52, Today: Tarrov Garrick rolled 6 using 2d4+2

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Selvin looked a bit stricken as he saw both Vaddis and Izzick get hit by the creature. He tried to maneuver a bit to be more of a primary target again so she wouldn't hit Izzick anymore. He also swung at her but didn't seem to connect nearly as much.

07:39, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 28,20,24,25 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Power attacking again.
07:40, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 14,3 using d6+9,d6. Damage.

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 228):

Hey Selvin. You actually struck three times. Did you add two results together or are you missing one? Sort of need to know for reasons you can probably guess. 

OOC: Ah, no. Her AC I thought was 26 so I thought I only hit once. I will roll damage.

08:56, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11,5,13,3 using d6+9,d6,d6+9,d6. Moar damage!

Izzick took the blow and recoiled. But as he backed away he began to cast another magic missiles as his magical energies slowly exhausted themselves.

Fort Save:11:04, Today: Izzick rolled 5 using 1d20+2. Fort.
I have a few possible modifiers but none are saving that 5

Magic Missile on her:
11:09, Today: Izzick rolled 13 using 4d4+4. Magic Missile.

...and with that the glowworm falls back into the main fountain. There is a blinding flash of light and she is gone. Poof. As if she was never there.

The moment of anticlimax is short lived though. The fountains surronding the room begin to bubble lie cauldrons reaching their boling point. The various foul liquids in them like bile and spoiled milk begin to foam up...

You have a round before whatever is about to hapoen next happens. Make good use of it.

"Run!" Vaddis heads for the exit.

Selvin whirled around and nodded. "I second that!" He will fly towards the exit but will try to help along if anyone seems to be having trouble or moving slowly.

Tarrov blanches as the liquid begins to bubble, then nods and begins moving as quickly as he can to get out of the suddenly-dangerous room.

Izzick rushes behind you.

As you all hit the stairs leading upwards you hear splashing sounds. A look back shows seven women are stepping out of the fountains, each a perfect copy of the priestess. And each one made of the fluid in the fountain she is emerging from.

The one made of blood points at your retreating backs. And they all begin to chase after you...

Everyone heading for the exit?

Selvin doesn't stop and makes sure he stays up flying but not too far in case his allies need a hand.

The exit seemed to way to go, and along with his companions, Izzick booked it.

You hear the splish spalsh of the liquid priestesses as they slog away behind you. The smell of them is worse than anything. Particulalry the one made of bile.

The four of you rush into the room where yoh battled the horse/angel/man thing. There are stout doors here, and you could try blocking them off behind you. But as there's no cross bar, you would have to push furniture and various debris in order to erect the barrier. Or you could rush on.

Selvin raised an eyebrow and slowed only slightly. "Do we try t'block 'em here or keep going?" He was ready to either keep flying or swoop down to start trying to wrangle furniture.

Vaddis slams the door behind them and shouts, "Let's block the doors! Spike them at the very least!"

Izzick isn't sure how much he could contribute, but maybe he could fire up some of that old orc blood as he looked for whatever furniture he could to push in front of the door as a way to block it off.

The four of you swiftly slam the doors shut and begin pushing whatever furniture you can find against it. The stands the demons were held in serve the purpise nicely, though they are quite heavy.

You push one into place while another one of you hammers a spike in. From the other side you can hear voices.

And then through the cracks in the door, drops of saliva begin to leak through.

It appears they can get through. But it will take some time for them to do so.

The momentary smile quickly faded from Selvin's face as he saw that their handiwork wasn't going to hold the things for long...not that he'd held out enormous hope of that. "Ulp! Time t'go again!" He turned and began flying once more.

Vaddis heads for the next exit to slow them some more.

The four of you tumble into the large room filled with vats. As you rush down the catwalks towards the far end of the room, you see three large shapes at the far door. Grey Maidens. They all have their swords drawn and they crouch down, appearing to wait for your advance.

You guys have init. You can assume you advance to be within striking distance. Spells cast will go off first as the spelltossers among you would have time before the tanks move in. They are grouping at the far door so as to meet your charge.

Selvin's face, from inside the blue burning tiger he's wrapped up in, will show a combination of grin and grimace at the sight of the the Grey Maidens. "Here we go again!" He then flew forward in a charge at one of the maidens.

OOC: Critical hitfor 24 damage, and I'm not sure if the others hit or not (but AC 19 for 10 damage and AC 23 for 13 damage).

23:20, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 30,19,23,11 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Charging power attack (still with heroism).
23:21, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 26 using 1d20+10. Critical confirm check.
23:22, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 23,1 using 2d6+14,d6. Critical hit damage.
23:23, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 9,1,11,2 using d6+7,d6,d6+7,d6. Damage if AC 19 or 23 respectively hit.

Tarrov begins singing again, then throws his hand out and creates a slickness underneath as many Maidens as possible.


Move:  Begin Inspire Courage

Standard:  Cast Grease.

The orc was low on spells, but his hands began to cast, focusing on the blade of one maiden, making it burning hot.

Burning Disarm. And all I've got is 2 Fireballs left, so let's hope it works.
They can drop the weapon with a DC15 Reflex save, otherwise they take 8 damage
10:27, Today: Izzick rolled 8 using 5d4.

If they have a locked gauntlet, they auto-fail the save.

Vaddis detects evil as he advances.

One of the ladies goes down like a cart full of pots from the pool of slick fluid that appears below their feet. The other two grunt in discomfort as their gauntlets turn the color of a blacksmith's forge.

Selvin slams into one of them. She grunts again and grabs at Zac with her glowing gauntlet. The tiger/elf nearly dislocates her shoulder as he swats her off.

The maidens glow like signal fire towers that just spotted the advancing army Vaddis. So smite. Smite like the wind.

These ladies are AC 19. Zac took 2 pts dam Selvin. The one in the grease dropped her blade as did the one fighting Selvn. The last one is charging Vaddis. She seems determined to keep her grip on her weapon.

As the maiden attacked Vaddis held his ground and action until she was within range, then swung twice, connecting once. "Die spawn of hell!"

09:17, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
09:16, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 14 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
09:16, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 23 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.

Selvin let out a small grunt as he was swatted off a bit. He attacked again but the Maidens were bobbing unexpectedly due to the grease he thought, and so he missed most of his attacks.

Hit AC 19 once for 12 damage. Sad panda.

12:46, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 16,18,12,19 using d20+10,d20+10,d20+10,d20+10. Full power attack against the two maidens near him (trying to finish off the wounded one first).
12:47, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 11,1 using d6+9,d6. Damage.

There is a resounding ker-thunk as Vaddis blade cleaves into the maiden. She counters with a decent cut, though it is obvious her gauntet situation is giving her trouble.

There is a cry under Zac's claw Selvin. The maiden falls backwards and does not stir.

The greasy one slips around in the pool again.

Vaddis swings twice at the maiden, the first blow glancing off of her armor, the second cutting deeply into flesh!

10:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 13 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
10:39, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 20 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
10:38, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 18 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.

Izzick, so low on his magics, begin to incant a quick and weak incantation, but at least the heavily armored maidens would have little protection against it.

Acid Splash on the maiden holding her weapon
19:59, Today: Izzick rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Touch Attack.
Damage
20:00, Today: Izzick rolled 1 using 1d3. damage.
Welp.

Selvin tried to help finish off the last two Grey Maidens, focusing on the one slipping around since it looked like Vaddis was handling the other one just fine.

OOC: Hit AC 23 for 8 damage, AC 27 for 10 damage and AC 26 for 11 damage and AC 16 for 9 damage.

20:34, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 16,23,27,26 using d20+12,d20+12,d20+12,d20+12. Attacking, no power attack.
20:38, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 7,1,7,3,10,1 using d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6,d6+5,d6. Damage on 3 hits.

07:52, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 6,3 using d6+5,d6. AC 16 damage hit.
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The punctuated, sizzling, heated maiden falls back into the puddle of oil. Ker-splat.

Selvin strikes down on the oily maiden. She makes a soft uph sound and tries to pull a dagger from her belt.

Hey Selvin. Are you stepping into the grease puddle to hit her?

In reply to The Dealer (msg # 258):

OOC: Heh. Flying! <grin>

Also, while she is prone, does a 16 hit her? I'm guessing not but thought I'd check.

That's what I thought Selvin. Wanted to be sure. And yes, it would hit her. Actually a 15 will as well.

Updated previous combat post with AC 16 hit as well then for you!

The oily maiden gags and flops under the blows from Selvin's ecto-whatever blows. She lays still.

As you all take a quick breath, you hear a scream and a crash coming from the west. Back in the direction of the lift that brought you down here.

09:03, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 11 using 1d8+5. longsword damage.
09:02, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 10 using 1d20+7. longsword attack.
09:02, Today: Vaddis Sonaden rolled 21 using 1d20+12. longsword attack.

Vaddis keeps swinging.

They're all dead Vaddis. The shout came from the direction of the lift to the west where you all entered this portion of the complex.

Selvin let out a long sigh. He didn't like killing women...even evil women...and he'd had to do it several times today already. He turned towards the scream and let out a growl. "No rest for the weary I guess."

He took off flying towards the sound.

Okay.Let's get everyone on the same page...

Vaddis, Selvin, Izzick, and Tarrov...

You cross the room with the undead under glass, heading back to the entry. There you see the lift shaft. The platform has lowered to this level. Crumpled on top of it are two men. One of the masked doctors and the other...Davalus. The physician the Queen brought in to oversee the 'response' to the plague. Both lay dead on the platform. They must have fallen down the shaft from the level above.

As you glance upwards, you see someone abpve looking down at you...

Chandanar...

You make it to the edge of the lift shaft and look down. Davalus and one of the two doctors lay below, both dead from the fall. There are four others down there below, looking up at you. A warrior. A half orc. A handsome man. And an elf who has been eatten bu some kind of see through, glowing tiger bird thing.

You all look at each other.

Chandanar curses under his breath as he realizes that the second doctor has escaped his notice.
" Are you with the Queen's man Davalus? ", he shouts down to the strange quartett below, still suspicious about the vile plans of Davalus.
Then again, these might be the people Davalus had been intent to thwart.
Very much aware that the escapee mjght still hide and attack him at any time, Chandanar keeps up his guard.
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Selvin blinked a few times, glanced at his companions in confusion and then back up at the man. "What? No we're not with whoever that is. We're just about done killing all the bad guys down here. Who the hell are you?"

Chandanar frowns at the queer answer. Who are these men if they do not know Davalus or do not react to the invoking of the Queen. They do look like they fought a lot.
"I am Chandanar Jedekiah of the Church of Iomedae. Who are you? And how did you get down there? Did you get down there via this lift? There are bad guys up here, too. I fought them, but some may have fled. They tried to sabotage the lift, supposedly to keep you stranded down there.", he shouts back

"I am Vaddis Sonaden, paladin of Iomedae. Please send down the lift, if it still works. A rope if it doesn't."

Izzick hoped that Vaddis' credentials had earned them another ally, but he himself refrained from introducing himself (at least just yet). The expelled member of the Academe would rather that kind of infamy be reserved for those he knew rather than introductions in the midst of an escape. "I think pleasantries might be best saved for when we're out of this disease factory."

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Tarrov shielded his eyes as he looked up towards the sudden brightness and the alleged Iomedean at the top of the lift.  He glanced towards the paladin.  "Vaddis, what sense do you get?"  The bard said in a lowered tone of voice.  "Is he really a worshipper of your goddess?"  The silver-haired man looked back up towards the top of the lift, grinning slightly.  "If he isn't, he sure picked the wrong deity to faux follow."

"Yes, getting us out of this place would be great."  Tarrov figured that if this person meant them harm, he probably would have just sent a kill squad of Grey Maidens after them rather than exposing himself.  But who knew?  "Lift or rope."  He parroted the paladin.  "Your choice.  But quicker is better."

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"He is not evil, I know that. The grey maidens are."

Chandanar lowered the lift, reminding them again to take the body of Davalus with them.

Vaddis looks between the bodies and decides which one must be Davalus and loads it in the lift then climbs on himself.
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Tarrov helped the paladin with the body, then climbed up on the lift himself.

Selvin let the others get on the lift and handle the body. He stayed facing the oncoming literal-tide of evil. He didn't think he would be able to do much to stop it but he would try if he had to. He go on to the lift at the last moment.

Once everybody was up with him, the cleric tells them of how he had found the hospital, the doctors killing the patients, Davalus mentioning some papers and grey maidens obviously involved in the whole plot, too.
If the group is obviously in bad health state, Chandanar channels the divine power to heal their wounds.

You all watch the Hospice burn from across the street. The tide of evil never materialized. But then again, with smoke from the fire upstairs starting to fill the shaft, there were other matters occupying your attention.

You all piled out the front door, dragging the body of Davalus. The roof came dwn soon after.

The Guard showed up rather quickly. A few spell tossers to handle the blaze were sent for. The officer in charge seems to recognize you. He asks if you have injured and then motions for you to follow him towards an alley way.

He seems nervous.

He looks around quickly and then speaks.

"I am glad to see you are all well. But I bear bad news. Did you hear what happened this morning?  " Whatever he's referring to must have happened rather recently. Even Chandanar has heard of no recent news to explain the man's panic. The officer wipes his mouth. "Odic Casaban, head of the Marines, tried to kill the Queen."

Come to think of it, none of you have seen the hippogriffs the Marines use as transport in the air today. "It was at a ceremony. Word is the Queen was planning to decommision both the Marines and us on the Guard. Commander Odic tried to drove a sword into the Queen's throat. He was screaming she was a devil. He...well. You know what we all suspect, eh? She is not just some gold digger who married well. I wasn't there. But the rumors are he truck her. Right on point. And...and she didn't die. She just pulled it outta her neck and tossed it aside. Her guards...the Maidens...tore Odic to pieces. But now it's all gone ta hell. The Maidens arrested Marshall Cressidia an hour ago."

Some of you, Izzick, Tarrov, Selvin, and Vaddis, may have mixed feelings about that. Your relationship with her has been rocky. But would she be involved in a plot to kill the Queen? Or is this just the Queen purging the ranks of those who might oppose her? Either way, she was your employer on occasion. And the Queen knows it.

The Officer scans the crowd that is assembling to watch the fire. "They are already rounding up Odic's and Commander Cressidia's officers. They'll probably come for me to. But I know that you lot have been fighting the good fight. You deserve a heads up.

"The Maidens have taken control of the city gates and the docks. And I hear they've surronded the Bank and other temples. I would guess they got your names on a list. I'm sure they got mine. So trying to escape that way or to reach help is suicice. But there's a chance. Head north. To Old Korvosa. Apparently the riots there have left the place chaotic. The Queen has just sealed off the bridges on this side. She isn't in control on the other side of the bridge. I don't know if anyone is. But if there's a way outta the city, you might find it there.    "

Old Korvosa, the island to the north of the city, has long been at odds with the Palace. It is said old noble families of some power are the real rulers there. And Vencarlo has his fencing school there. The man who helped you explore the shipwreck in the river and sneak the girl falsely accused of killing the king out of the city certainly seems to have connections.

The officer steps back. "I need to get this fire put...my last duty...then I'm getting my family and going into hiding. You men do as you see best. But whatever you do watch your backs. " He scowls and shakes his head. "I've lived in Korvosa my whole life. I grew up here. My father and his father are buried here. It's my home. I wish there was a way to save it.  " He rubs his mouth. " Damn the King for marrying that bitch. Good luck to you. "

"Davalus gave orders to fall back to the fencing academy and he commented that they would dispatch all meddlers today. I do think we should take Davalus, he might have some vital information.", he comments.

"Agreed, thank you," he says to the retreating guard officer. "Let us head to the old city then, perhaps we can defeat the queen yet. She is not the lawful authority any more, but an evil usurper that needs to be dealt with."

In reply to Chandanar Jedekiah (msg # 280):

Davalus' breathing is slight. He seems to have taken some major injuries from the fall down the shaft. He, like many of you, will need some healing and rest soon.

"Perhaps we should spend our night at a different inn than our usual?" Izzick asked. If the guards warning was to be believed, then where they were staying for the past week or longer had surely gotten around. Until they decided to move, it might have been best to hide out somewhere else. "We can leave tomorrow perhaps? Unless you'd all like to head out tonight, but I'm not sure our prisoner would be too happy with that."

"I think the officer implied that we ought to hurry.", Chandanar offers to the half-orc's suggestion.

"I believe speed is of the essence now, the queen is rounding up all who oppose her, or that she thinks oppose her."

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