08/30/2013 The Lucky Monkey

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Aeter (DM):
Last time, the party ventured forth from the city of Cauldron under the behest of Jenya Urikas in an effort to save the High Priest of St. Cuthbert, Sarcem Delasharn as well as the wands of control water that were vital for the coming flood season. They were able to obtain a map of the area outside of Cauldron for the journey to the inn that laid approximately twenty-four miles away from Cauldron. The journey upon the party's mounts was mostly uneventful as they trekked along a road that was dirt and narrow in some places and widely paved roads in others, but it seemed that there were little that interrupt the journey, as their journey went by unnoticed by most. The only curious thing was that, at several points during the journey through the lowlands, the group passed within a few hundred feet of several large troops of baboons. Yet, every time they did, the baboons seemed to grow quiet and still as the group passed as dozens of sinister black eyes followed their progress until the group was further down the road, at which time the baboons resumed their normal behavior.

Castellan:
Castellan pretends to gallop along as two skeletal servants clip-clop their skulls together.

Enzek:
"Hrm! Perhaps this is where they got the name 'Lucky Monkey' from."
* Enzek smirks.

Castellan:
"We are in the jungle, Mister Enzek - it is not uncommon to see apes and monkeys. I think it is uncommon for them to behave thusly..." Castellan gives a poignant look to a leering troop of Baboons as they quiet and stare.

Enzek:
"Mm, I gotta agree. What do you propose, though?"

Enzek:
"Wouldn't mind going hunting myself, but, it's up to you."

Castellan:
"We've not the time, but it seems unnatural... I'm hardly an expert on the matter, however."

Enzek:
"We're heading to a place called the Lucky Monkey, and we're getting stalked by monkeys. Think that could be a coincidence?"

Castellan:
"We could be going anywhere and likely see them, but to behave like this?" He pauses for a moment to leer back at a group of baboons.

Erialistia:
"Clearly one of you is the Lucky Monkey, and they're watching you so they can make you their leader."
* Enzek snickers.

Castellan:
Castellan chuckles, smiling tiredly. "Enzek, king of the apes."

Enzek:
"Can't say I've dealt too much with monkeys. Dealt with plenty of humans, though. Same thing, right?"
* Enzek gives his comrades a friendly grin.

Castellan:
"You're about their stature and you're likely the hairiest, Enzek. Tis only right you join them, rather than Tia or I." Castellan ribs in kind.

Erialistia:
"More or less."

Enzek:
"Hah, well played, I s'pose!"

Enzek:
"Guess we'll find out when we get there."

Castellan:
Castellan had been between the pair as they rode earlier on in the day - napping atop his horse!
* Enzek scans the area atop his, hand crossbow out and looking slightly on edge.

Erialistia:
Tia lets the drowsy Castellan lead, not like they were going to go off the road anytime soon. Besides, if they were going to get jumped, he'd at least give her and Enzek warning with his whaling. Least thats how she saw it.

Castellan:
The Jasite seems awake now, if just so, offering mild conversation as he rode along on his conspicuously dark horse.

Erialistia:
"I think they gave you the bad horse," she noted in reference to Castellan's steed.
Aeter (DM):
Day turned to night turned to camp turned to day again when the party neared the large two-story building on the edge of the jungle. The Lucky Monkey sits to the east of the road, partially surrounded by the dense jungle. The building is old and well used - the chimneys stained with soot, the roof sagging, the wood siding weathered and stained with from last year's mildew. A smaller stable stands to the building's side in a similar condition. The building’s facade sports numerous carved wooden monkeys, many of whom are engaged in risky, death-defying stunts. In one, a wooden monkey balances on a narrow tree branch to get a banana hanging over a sleeping tiger; in another, a monkey sits on a boulder completely unaware that a poacher sneaking up behind him was suddenly attacked and eaten by an ankheg.
Aeter (DM):
As you get closer to the building, you immediately realize that something dreadful has happened. Here, a broken window yawns open. There, a spray of blood glistens against the wall. Crushed plants and churned up earth fill the space between the facade and the road. Then there's the harsh sound of construction. . .or more likely, destruction, coming from the building's interior.
* Enzek puts his hand over his eyes, peering in the distance as they approach the building.

Enzek:
I can see the new map, but not the pogs.

Enzek:
There're the pogs!

Enzek:
"Welp, here we are, and what a mess."

Castellan:
Castellan would dismount a small ways up the road from the clearing the Lucky Monkey sat within, advising the others to do the same as they crept up on the building. "Something is definitely going on," He murmurs, taking a knee on the edge of the treeline.
* Enzek would follow suit, looking for a suitable place to hitch their horses before proceeding closer on foot.

Erialistia:
Tia quirked a brow then glanced to Enzek as they dismounted at the exact same time as Castellan. She mumured to the smaller party member, "He thinks he invented stealth mode doesn't he?"

Castellan:
He takes a moment to consider the building's facade - at least, what they could see of it thus far. "I don't think going around the front is a good idea... what do you think of going through the stables to that side door, there? That way we're unseen from the windows until we're inside." He glances at Tia as she pokes fun at his caution, something the other two likely took for granted in their own day to day goings-on.
* Enzek smirks. "Discretion's the name of the game here. I think anyone would know that, given what we're dealing with. We gotta be careful. Never know what desperate folks like the ones who did this are gonna do."
* Enzek glances at the smaller building. "I'm gonna go take a look at that over there real quick before we hit the big one."

Erialistia:
She shrugs, "Yeah I figured this was common sense," she continued. She wasn't poking fun at the caution, just Castellan's arrogance.

Castellan:
"Be careful, Master Enzek."

Enzek:
"Mm! Be right back."

Erialistia:
Tia shrugged and watched the two plotting and planning, figuring she'd let them be the point. It was better their necks than her's.

Castellan:
Castellan stays behind with Tia - he was the new hand to this subterfuge stuff - at least the kind that didn't involve talking to someone.
* Enzek would use his sneaky gnomish creeper skills to approach the small building (where the 2 is). He'd carefully navigate it, circling back around until he got back to the starting point.

Enzek:
Stealth: « 1d20+9 = 6 + 9 = 15 »

Erialistia:
Tia stood back, still watching. She was the patient sort, and there was nothing wrong with using a 'pigeon' to intercept potential danger.

Enzek:
Perception: « 1d20+9 = 19 + 9 = 28 »
Aeter (DM):
Enzek - The side building is quite obviously stables. It looks quite large, able to hold two dozen horses, but the interior is quite empty. Your horses seem reluctant to even go up as far as the stables, so it was good that you hitched them further back.
* Enzek listens in and takes the occasional peek through what openings might be available.

Enzek:
(( Is there a reason for the reluctance? Bad smell perhaps? ))

Castellan:
((Voodoo curse.))
Aeter (DM):
No visible reason. The entirety of the stables, from what you can tell, are empty.
Aeter (DM):
Aside from normal stable fair. Like tack and a few stables.
* Enzek thinks for a few moments, debating whether to take a quick look inside by himself, get his friends to come with him, or just abandon the idea.

Castellan:
Castellan watches and waits for any signals from Enzek. "You do this sort of work often, Miss Tia?"
* Enzek decides to rejoin the group.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned, hating the fact that she actually liked Enzek on some level. "I think we should follow," she finally conceded, ignoring Castellan's question entirely. She was then happy to see the gnome return.

Erialistia:
"Glad to have you back."

Enzek:
"It's really empty, and really quiet in there."

Erialistia:
"Probably bad ale."

Castellan:
"Should we sneak through, then?"
* Enzek takes two fingers to his chin and considers the idea.

Enzek:
"I'd like to take a look inside, if you both would be willing to join me. Didn't get this far by being reckless."

Erialistia:
"Mn... I'll assist."

Enzek:
"You know, make sure we don't get flanked by something strange when we make it into the inn."

Castellan:
"Sounds like a plan."

Erialistia:
She does her best to sneak towards the building undetected, wanting to remain as stealthy as possible. « 1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19 » Stealth Check.
* Enzek smiles as he takes the lead back toward the stables.

Castellan:
Creeps along after. « 1d20+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 »

Erialistia:
She clings to the side wall near the barn opening, then nods towards Castellan to open it.
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20 = 8 »
* Enzek scans the door for a second to make sure it won't make any huge creaking sounds if they tried to open it. K: Arch and Eng: « 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »
Aeter (DM):
The door was left partially cracked open, so it was not difficult to pull it open. No, it would not creak. Within is typical stable fare with little else.

Enzek:
(( Castellan doesn't get any sort of invisibility or anything later on does he? ))

Castellan:
Wand and wandlike accessories. ))

Enzek:
(( Nice. We can be Team Metal Gear Solid later. xD ))

Castellan:
Invisibility is not silence. ))
* Enzek opens the door slowly, letting the other two in before heading in himself.

Castellan:
Castellan slips through as quietly as he can manage. « 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »

Erialistia:
The idea of a gnome covering her back was a bit sad, he'd only be able to cover up to her ass really. Still, being in the middle was sometimes better than the back of the front, so she followed through behind Castellan trying to remain stealthy. « 1d20+10 = 8 + 10 = 18 »
* Enzek loves the view from down here, of course.

Enzek:

Aeter (DM):
The group moved easily through the stables. They would find the following: three simple saddles, about two weeks worth of tack, feed, brushes, and other supplies for horses. There is nothing else in the stables.
* Enzek checks around on the floors, making sure there's no secret trap doors or anything. Perception: « 1d20+9 = 1 + 9 = 10 »
Aeter (DM):
You find nothing.

Castellan:
Castellan creeps through the stables, even if it seemed like a shelter from any glancing eyes. He doesn't seem like much of an equestrian, because he skips shaking down the stables for loot to come upon that side door, nearest the inn proper.

Erialistia:
Just to speed things along, Tia does a quick once over with what she can see. « 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
You find nothing.

Erialistia:
"I don't think anything's here."

Enzek:
"Alright, nothing here."
Aeter (DM):
Nothing other than what is listed.

Castellan:
Castellan tries to open the stable door as quietly as possible to peek through an inch-wide crack.

Castellan:
Peeks through! « 1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20 »
* Enzek points to the back end of the stables, signaling that they should go through that one to avoid having to go around to the front of the building.

Castellan:
"It looks clear."

Enzek:
"Yep, so far so good. No one's come for us yet."

Castellan:
Castellan edges the door open more, waving them to go ahead.
* Enzek waits for the rest of the party to regroup before proceeding.

Erialistia:
Sure, let the woman go ahead and be bait. Pft. She frowned but once again tried to remain quiet. Her legs were bent and her feet moved quickly but softly over the grass towards the next door. « 1d20+10 = 7 + 10 = 17 »

Enzek:
"Going to go take a quick look behind the inn, see if there's anything noteworthy before we proceed."

Castellan:
Castellan follows after the other two, staying low against the wall.
* Enzek peers around the wall, staying low and staying silent.
Aeter (DM):
Enzek peeks around the corner. Unfortunately, he was likely able to smell it before he saw it. Bodies had been stripped, pulled out to the tree line, and piled there in a mound. Unfortunately, it seems the mound of bodies quickly drew the attention of local scavengers and predators -- notably two large reptilian creatures. Even if Enzek took the time to look all the way around to the back service entrance, the two creatures would not pay any attention to him as they feasted on the corpses.
* Enzek cringes a bit, nose twitching.
* Enzek glances at the reptilian creatures for a moment before rejoining his party.

Enzek:
K: Nature « 1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15 »
Aeter (DM):
These are Deinonychus -- Dinosaurs that inhabit the jungle. They are large vicious animals that have remarkable pack instincts. They are like wolves in a sense, except much more dangerous.

Erialistia:
Tia nods to Enzek, waiting for his report.

Castellan:
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5f/Deinonychus_BW-2.png

Enzek:
"Ugh, grisly sight back there. Bunch of dead bodies, with some jungle dinosaurs eating 'em up."
Aeter (DM):
www.cbv.ns.ca/marigold/history/dinosaurs/datafiles/deinonychuspic.jpg

Castellan:
Castellan frowns at that news. "Should we leave them there? If they're none the wiser to us yet..."

Erialistia:
Tia blinked, and frowned. She tugged her bag from her shoulder and grabbed her grappling hook. "There may be more..."

Enzek:
"And where you see one Deinonychus, there tends to be a pack of 'em. I'd say we avoid that area if we can."

Erialistia:
"Can you two climb?"

Castellan:
Castellan blinks. "Climb, Miss Tia? Is this door even locked?" He tries the knob.

Enzek:
"Not the best climber, but I've gotten myself onto ledges from time to time."

Erialistia:
"Wa-, damnit..." she frowns as he goes for the knob. She wanted to get to the roof and find a way in, if she was above them she at least had a better chance of avoiding them.
Aeter (DM):
The door was locked.

Erialistia:
"Shall I try my hand at getting to the roof?"

Castellan:
"If you go up there, we're either going with you or waiting here with the raptors... You're the only one who can open this door."

Enzek:
"Backdoor's not an option, unless we want to fight with some dinosaurs. And charging in the front is probably a bad idea too."

Erialistia:
"And if there are those things inside, having gotten in through another open door?"

Castellan:
"Someone... or something... is going to know we are here eventually, Miss Tia."

Enzek:
"I don't think we'll have to worry. They're too busy feasting on the bodies out there to notice."
* Enzek shudders a little at having to say that.

Castellan:
Castellan frowns once again, seeming to dislike the idea of leaving the unburied dead to be carrion for the beasts.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned. When she was alone she could just act. She put the grappling hook up and pulled out her thieves tools instead. "Sure. How silly of me to try and avoid death as long as possible. Here let me just open the door for you m'lord," she muttered. She eyed Enzek, hoping the theory that she locked herself out of her home a lot still stood firm in his mind. She squats infront of the door, working to unlock it with the tools. « 1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25 » Open Lock
Aeter (DM):
With a 'click', the lock clicked loose!

Enzek:
"Well, we do have a job to do. Can't skirt around everything, you know."

Erialistia:
Tia stood up and moved to the side, eying Castellan. She wasn't going to go in first by any means.

Erialistia:
"Another method of achieving the same goal isn't skirting."
* Enzek pokes his head in, looks at what possible passageways they have to go down, and listening for any sounds that might give hints as to where they should go next. Perception: « 1d20+9 = 19 + 9 = 28 »

Castellan:
Castellan watches Tia open the lock, though he wasn't looking at the impressive display of manual dexterity! He blinks as he hears the click, tearing his eyes back up to the door as the other two move to the side of the door. He leans in closer, seeming to be ready to go in first. "Lady Tia is right - but with us as her baggage, it might be wisest to stay together." He smiles, opening the door - only to have Enzek poke his fat Gnome head through!

Enzek:
Yep
Aeter (DM):
Within was a single reception desk that had been shoved quite thoroughly against the door to barricade it -- with no actual realization that the door opened *outwards* instead of inwards. It was not difficult to shove it aside if she wanted. There was boisterous laughter coming from further down the hall.

Erialistia:
Moving it would mean they made noise. Sighing, Tia pushed lightly through and climbed swiftly OVER the desk.

Enzek:
(( Where'd the come in from? It looks like that little passageway in front of us is the inside so it seems like we came from elsewhere. ))

Enzek:
they come in from*

Enzek:
(( Right, but is this the door we came in from? ))

Castellan:
Castellan quietly shuffles in, climbing over the desk as well.

Enzek:
(( Ah okay, so there's a passageway in front of us and on each side? ))

Enzek:
Ohh, okay. ))

Enzek:
We're still outside, gotcha. ))

Enzek:
(( You don't want me to turn on my mic right now, trust me. ))

Castellan:
Castellan peeks back at the others to see if he was to take point.
* Enzek nods, gesturing to proceed as quiet as possible.

Castellan:
Frowns and nods, creeping along to peek around the corner.
* Enzek does take a quick peek in on this door to the side.

Castellan:
"There's a hall with closed doors," Castellan explains quietly. "We should be relatively unnoticed as long as we're quiet for now."

Enzek:
"Hrm, Sarcen could be anywhere in here..."

Enzek:
She's not a kobold. ))

Enzek:
Yes. ))

Enzek:
He opens it.
Aeter (DM):
This small closet contains a large ruined chest of drawers marked with room numbers. The drawers were smashed and whatever was in them has been taken.

Enzek:
"Welp, this inn is officially out of business, it seems."

Castellan:
"Very astute, Master Enzek."

Castellan:
Castellan smirks.

Enzek:
"Let's go further in, I doubt they'd keep the High Priest somewhere so close to the exit."

Erialistia:
Tia moved to the other door in the room, checking to see if that door would open. If it did, she pressed to the wall as she let it slide open, trying to peek in to ensure there was no danger.
Aeter (DM):
The door opened easily as well, showing the well-ravaged interior of a tiny bedroom, likely belonging to the night clerk on duty.
* Enzek goes a bit further into the inn, avoiding where most of the noise is currently coming from.

Castellan:
Castellan waits between the two, keeping them both in sight as he can help it.

Erialistia:
Tia snuck in, peering around it to see if any corner had gone untouched, or treasure had been left behind. « 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 »
Aeter (DM):
She finds nothing.

Castellan:
"I can only imagine the poor folk who must have lived and worked here before. They must be in that pile out back... Taker preserve them."
* Enzek concludes they're doing a thorough search of the place. He turns to the east side of the wall and checks on Door #3!
* Enzek glances at Castellan. "They'll be brought to justice for their crimes, don't worry."

Castellan:
"I only hope we have time to put the dead to rest after we find the wands."
Aeter (DM):
That door was open as well. Within was a mess. It appears this room used to hold boxes of firewood, bed linens, lamp oil, lumber, and other items used day-to-day around the inn. Unfortunately, anything worth value had either been taken or shattered.

Enzek:
(Brb one sec)

Erialistia:
Tia slid forward passed Castellan to open the door behind Enzek as quietly as she could. She once more took to the wall as it opened, ensuring whatever was in it would see Enzek first. She didn't want him to get hurt but... Once again, better him than her.

Castellan:
Castellan backs to the wall to let Tia squeeze past.
Aeter (DM):
The door behind Enzek slid open just as easily. Cabinets and shelves line the walls of this room; additional free-standing shelves clutter the central portion. Most of them have been knocked over, and scrolls, papers, and books are scattered across the floor. One book had a large blood smear over the cover, and a pool of the liquid laid upon the ground. On the other side of the room was another door.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned at the sight, but it was likely these things were of some value to Castellan or Enzek, and it also looked like a place their target would've been wounded in. The blood only backed her theory. She inched in once she had tapped Enzek on the shoulder and put her finger to her lips to insist on stealth.

Enzek:
They could see the other door when they come in, or is the shelf really high and they'd have to go around? ))
Aeter (DM):
Well, Eri and Castellan could see the door through the books on the shelf. The short one, on the other hand...

Enzek:
Lmao
Aeter (DM):
LOL ERI
Aeter (DM):
Tia*
* Enzek gestures to the blood-smeared book. "Hey, Castellan. That seems like it'd be right up your alley."

Castellan:
Castellan sneaks in afterwards, seeming interested in the room. "Perhaps a records room," He muses softly. He begins to look through some of the books to get an idea for the room's theme, if it had one. « 1d20+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »
* Enzek goes to investigate the mysterious pool of liquid, using his keen gnomish nose.

Enzek:
(What kind of check should I do on that one?)
Aeter (DM):
It's blood

Enzek:
Oh!

Enzek:
Grody.

Enzek:
If it was obviously blood he probably wouldn't check it out that closely.

Enzek:
xD

Erialistia:
Tia quirked a brow, finding the gnome a bit odd. She shrugged and inched closer to the other door, putting an ear to the door to attempt to hear anything behind it.

Erialistia:
« 1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 » Perception
Aeter (DM):
The sounds of animals, likely baboons, echoed from outside. The wind also blew outside, showing that it was some sort of door to outside.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned and looked down to see if the door was locked. If it wasn't she would want to lock it. "This seems to be a courtyard, and there are monkeys out there."

Enzek:
"I knew those baboons stalking us were up to no good!"
Aeter (DM):
The books were primarily fiction, but he could find a few records books for the inn's guests.

Castellan:
Tries to see if he recognizes any important names - or important documents.

Castellan:
« 1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

Castellan:
"Miss Tia, do you recognize any of these names?" He had sorted the various logbooks, ledgers, and documents into a pile as he reviewed the ones he found. He goes now to see the blood-smeared book.

Erialistia:
"Just remember this if we are forced to go out there... I'd rather not as there are 'ape men' who likely were the ones to assault our target."

Enzek:
"I'd like to avoid making a scene until we explore a bit more. Best case scenario, we can get Sarcem and the wands out without those crooks being any the wiser."
Aeter (DM):
He recognizes three: Sarcem Delasharn recently, and Fario Ellegoth's sprawling signature just above Fellian Shard's neat, orderly script from several days previous.

Castellan:
"I don't meet many people at the Cathedral... but I imagine you are more worldly than I." He smiled.

Erialistia:
Tia eyd Castellan, looked briefly at the logbook and shook her head before promptly leaving. She couldn't read them to say yes or no.

Enzek:
Hmm...

Enzek:
K: Local « 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »
Aeter (DM):
Those three are also the only names that Enzek recognizes.

Enzek:
Does she have a level in Barbarian? xD ))

Enzek:
Ah! ))

Enzek:
I dunno, but illiteracy seems to be a Barbarian-specific feature. ))

Enzek:
Yes, I'd like to. ))

Enzek:
(Brb again. )
Aeter (DM):
That door was actually cracked open when they got to it. Once a comfortable, well-tended, and cozy chapel, this chamber now lies in ruins. Shattered chairs and torn-up swaths of carpet clutter the floor, and holes have been knocked in the walls. Even the altar has been smashed to splinters, a holy symbol lying amongst the shards.

Erialistia:
(So she doesn't know anything about monkeys...)

Castellan:
Castellan kneels before the destroyed altar, picking up the discarded holy symbol to examine it. Kn: R « 1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26 »

Erialistia:
Tia wasn't much for religion so she moved to eye the next hallway, making sure there was no danger there before grabbing the door beside her. She once more pressed to the wall and slowly turned the knob, letting it creak open.
Aeter (DM):
You have seen this symbol quite a few times before, so it is easily recognized as the holy symbol of Fharlanghn.
Aeter (DM):
Tia: This room looks like it once served as a combination lounge, library, conservatory, and bedroom. Unfortunately, it's now in the same condition as the rest of this place - in ruins. The bed's mattress is torn into tatters, a small upright piano lies in fragments against the southern wall, and pieces of furniture lie in heaps on the floor.

Castellan:
Castellan tilted his head. Made sense - a traveler god given lip service at a traveler's roadhouse. He tucks the holy symbol into one of his cloak pockets, offering a soft prayer, as if it would somehow ease the sleight of the holy site being desecrated so before he left the room.

Erialistia:
She treated the next door much the same as the ones before it.
Aeter (DM):
Dormatories!

Erialistia:
Surely this one has to have something!
Aeter (DM):
A LOUNGE! With another boarded up window to the *outside*.

Erialistia:
One more time, momma needs new shoes.
Aeter (DM):
MORE DORMATORIES.

Erialistia:
"If you guys get tired we're covered."

Enzek:
(Back, sorry 'bout that.)
Aeter (DM):
Through THIS door she can hear the sound of wind and baboons.

Erialistia:
Tia approaches the door to the OUTSIDE and hears the hooting and hollaring of baboons. She attempts to lock the door and turns to usher everyone away from it. "Monkeys," she says in a hushed tone.

Enzek:
"Yep, let's keep lookin'."

Castellan:
Castellan makes a face. The creepy baboons on the trip earlier had put the Necromancer off of monkeys.

Erialistia:
She presses an ear to this door now, more baboons?
Aeter (DM):
Nope!

Erialistia:
« 1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26 »
Aeter (DM):
This room contains numerous gardening tools, along with a tiny bunk likely used by the groundskeeper.

Erialistia:
Is listening to see what she can hear. Perception. 6
Aeter (DM):
Only the sounds of baboons through the boarded window.

Enzek:
(They're slingin' derk and ookin' dookers, you dumb wikkets.)

Erialistia:
Tia once more listens to this door and DOES NOT OPEN IT. Shes nervous now.
Aeter (DM):
She hears slight scuffling sound inside this door, but nothing further.

Erialistia:
"Somethings in there, get ready," she insists.

Castellan:
Castellan nods, pulling his fancy dagger out of his sash.

Enzek:
I'mr eady.

Erialistia:
She nods, unsheathing her dagger and pressing herself to the wall as she opens the door and lets it slide open. The first thing anyone would see would be Castellan.
Aeter (DM):
The door opened. The large room was obviously the roadhouse's kitchen. The large metal tables for food preparation have all been pushed against the walls, leaving the fire pit in the center of the room isolated. Impressive stacks of coins, paintings, silverware, bottles of wine, and other costly-looking treasures lie near the fire pit in organized piles. The first thing seen was a monkey, rooting through a barrel on the north side... and the back of a large humanoid being in front of the hearth. His hair was a mane and his face, from what people could see, was elongated. To your immediate left was a staircase. Please roll a stealth check.

Castellan:
Stealth: « 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 »

Erialistia:
« 1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20 = 6 »

Enzek:
Roadhouse!
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20 = 10 »
Aeter (DM):
The two were not seen.

Enzek:
Stealth: « 1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16 »

Enzek:
(I apologize guys, my head just isn't 100% in this game tonight. )

Castellan:
Castellan notices the much larger foe with the knotty mane and curious face. That doesn't look good. He takes in a quiet breath, trying to mutter the words of a spell as quietly as he could. Whether or not they heard him, he would likely get it out before they can do anything.
Aeter (DM):
Roll initiative.

Castellan:
« 1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16 »
Aeter (DM):
Everyone, please.

Erialistia:
« 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 »« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 »« 1d20+7 = 14 + 7 = 21 »

Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 »
Aeter (DM):
Surprise round! If Castellan's going first, Eri then Enzek follows.

Enzek:
(I would rather not be that guy who ends it tonight.)

Castellan:
If you're not into it it's 100% fine.)

Enzek:
(Considering that this is like the only joy I ever get in life nowadays.)

Enzek:
(No it's cool, jsut continue)

Erialistia:
(-Hugs-)

Enzek:
(Plus I might end up having to play my other game tomorrow)

Castellan:
Tongueater needs to roll a Fort save. ))
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+8 = 13 + 8 = 21 »
Aeter (DM):
Go, Tia.
Aeter (DM):
Just put Stance: Child of Shadow.
Aeter (DM):
That's a swift action.

Enzek:
(It's a learning experience, don't worry!)

Enzek:
I've never even really looked at ToB, I figured most everyone bans it. xD)
Aeter (DM):
Child of Shadow: If you move 10 feet, you get concealment (20% miss chance for enemies, gain ambush damage)
Aeter (DM):
Island of Blades: You and anyone next to you gets flanking bonus, which is +2 to attack.

Enzek:
(( This is our first combat, so this is totally understandable. ))

Enzek:
lol

Enzek:
(( We'll be fine, Aeter wouldn't kill us on our first game! ))

Enzek:
Pfft this is TV, no one dies on TV. ))

Enzek:
I have not.

Enzek:
xD

Enzek:
We're the important people. ))

Enzek:
I'm Picard! ))

Enzek:
(( Castellan can be Worf. ))

Erialistia:
Tia moves into her Child of Shadow stance and moves into the room.

Castellan:
I say again, I'm Picard, and the Prime Directive states that I'll beat your ass if you say otherwise. ))
Aeter (DM):
Every turn you get: 1 standard action, 1 move action, and 1 swift/immediate action.

Enzek:
What's the difference between your mom and the Prime Directive? I never violated the Prime Directive. ))

Erialistia:
She takes Last Rites towards Baboon 1's neck, « 1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10 » Damage?Damage? « 1d4 = 1 »

Enzek:
"The time for discretion is over. Let us bring these cretins to justice. In the Cudgel's name!"
* Enzek says this while raising his free hand, which glows with an AWESOME POWER (casting Bless, we all get +1 to attack rolls and +1 vs Fear)
Aeter (DM):
Bless in effect: All +1 to attack, +1 vs fear for 4 rounds.
Aeter (DM):
For 40 rounds*
Erialistia has received initiative.

Enzek:
xD ))

Enzek:
Castellan inadvertantly became our badass warrior-type.

Enzek:
(Brb one moment)

Erialistia:
Tia shifts into her Island of Blades Stance, causing a swirling nimbus of dark energy to cloak her. Through the depths of swirling darkness, her dagger once more lunges outwards in a quick attempt to slice the baboon's neck open before it can bite her face off. Fucking monkeys. « 1d20+9 = 16 + 9 = 25 »

Erialistia:
« 1d4 = 4 »

Enzek:
(Back)

Enzek:
I turned on my mic just as that happened, awkward. ))

Tongueater:
Tongueeater lifted a brow, turning around towards the group and letting out a loud roar. From his back he drew an exceptionally long two-hander with a curved blade, grinning wickedly towards the intruders. "Oh good! You came to die! " He spat out in a thick, heavy accent around those fangs as he drew his weapon, took a single step forward, lifted his falchion over his head, and brought it down HARD towards Tia.

Tongueater:
« 1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30 »

Tongueater:
Rolling to confirm.

Tongueater:
« 1d20+10 = 11 + 10 = 21 »

Tongueater:
Confirms critical hit.

Tongueater:
« 2d4+7+2d4+7 = 3 + 7 + 6 + 7 = 23 »
Aeter (DM):
Baboon 3 turned, leaping and screaming loudly in a near-mocking laugh at Tia.
Enzek has received initiative.

Enzek:
"Ack, Tia!" he yells as he rushes toward her aid. He pulls out his Holy Charm. "They won't find us *that* easy prey!*

Erialistia:
Tia turns just as the large ass weapon came down on her. Everything seemed dark for a moment, and suddenly a gnome was over her. This can't be good.
* Enzek channels a beam of positive energy toward Tia. (Channel Energy « 2d6 = 9 »
* Enzek notices that one baboon is a bit different from the others. With his crossbow drawn, he reaches for a bolt, but hesitates for a moment before confirming his suspicions. K: Nature « 1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 »
Aeter (DM):
IT IS A MONKEY MAN
Aeter (DM):
that's all you know but FUCKING MONKEY MAN

Enzek:
Does he know that it's specifically a lycanthrope though? ))
Aeter (DM):
Nope.

Enzek:
*nod*
Aeter (DM):
« 1d4 = 4 »
Castellan has received initiative.

Castellan:
Castellan extends a finger towards Tongueater, muttering under his breath in the ancient tongue of his Suloise ancestors. "Wither!" He finally hisses as a crackling Ray of Enfeeblement shoots from his fingertip! « 1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15 »

Castellan:
« 1d6+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 »

Baboon 1:
Baboon 1 wasn't going to lose this opportunity, turning towards Tia and immediately mauling her!

Baboon 1:
« 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 »

Baboon 1:
Miss.

Baboon 2:
Baboon 2 lept over the stove that thankfully wasn't on, lashing out towards Enzek!

Baboon 2:
« 1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24 »

Baboon 2:
« 1d6+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »

Baboon 2:
Enzek takes 11 damage.
Erialistia has received initiative.

Erialistia:
Tia, still in Island of Blades Stance...

Erialistia:
She uses her Clinging Shadow Strike manuever, transpforming her weapon into solid darkness in an attempt to blind their foe. If successful it will discharge in a swirling orb of shadow and engulf this Tongue's eyes. « 1d20+9 = 1 + 9 = 10 »

Tongueater:
" Good! Flee! " He growled, quickly moving forward towards the group and lifting his weapon to swing hard at Enzek instead.

Enzek:
"Gyah!"

Tongueater:
« 1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19 »

Tongueater:
« 2d4+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »

Tongueater:
7 damage.

Erialistia:
"I loosened him for you."
Aeter (DM):
Baboon going for Tia!
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
Miss.
Enzek has received initiative.
* Enzek regroups himself, noticing Tia being surrounded. He kicks his healing up a notch, directing it toward her (Spontaneously casting Cure Moderate Wounds on Tia « 2d8+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »
Castellan has received initiative.

Erialistia:
She offers a brief nod back to Enzek, but that didn't stop her from noticing how he moved BEHIND her.

Castellan:
Castellan takes a step back - out of swipe range of one of those pesky apes. He draws the femur from his sash as he moves, muttering another spell. A dark crimson aura surrounds the bone, before it grows, and grows! The material flattens and becomes barbed near the forming, skull-dressed crossguard, a greatsword formed of the once inoculus human femur. Ruby eyes glint from the sockets of the skull-hilt as he brings the curiously large weapon to bear in a trained fashion - unusual for a mage!
Aeter (DM):
Vs Tia

Erialistia:
"Where are you going?!" Tia was getting nervous, her feet still debating on running or fighting. Everyone seemed keen on running though. Did they forget the wands?
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 17 + 6 = 23 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d6+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »
Aeter (DM):
11 damage to Tia.

Erialistia:
In her nervousness, Tia REMAINS IN HER ISLAND OF BLADES STANCE... And tries to stab Baboon in whatever artery she can reach. « 1d20+11 = 19 + 11 = 30 » « 1d4 = 4 »

Erialistia:
« 1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21 »

Erialistia:
« 1d4 = 4 »

Erialistia:
« 2d6 = 5 »
Erialistia has received initiative.
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 »

Enzek:
WereTRex

Enzek:
imo

Erialistia:
Tia, still in Island of Blades stance because I have to point that out, uses Rabid Wolf Strike in her Island of Blades Stance. She screams in rage, making a powerful attack against Tongueater. « 1d20+15 = 5 + 15 = 20 »
Aeter (DM):
1d4 (weapon) + 3 (Dex) + 2d6 (Sneak Attack) + 2d6 (Rabid Wolf Strike)

Castellan:
« 1d4+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » « 4d6 = 19 »
Aeter (DM):
1d4+3+2d6+2d6

Erialistia:
« 1d4+3+2d6+2d6 = 2 + 3 + 2 + 3 = 10 »

Tongueater:
The monkey screamed out as he was slashed, the mark leaving a long slightly burnt trail in its wake as it carved through the lycanthrope's skin. He immediately went into a Rage. (+4 Str, +4 Con, +2 will saves, -2 AC. Gain 6 temporary HP. This lasts 8 rounds. )
* Enzek takes note of the strange effect Tia's dagger had on the creature, which he now understands is a lycanthrope.

Tongueater:
And monkey SLASHES at Tia! « 1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9 »

Erialistia:
Wishes to save here, incase she dies.

Tongueater:
Misses.

Tongueater:
Baboon 3 on Tia!
Enzek has received initiative.
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26 »
Aeter (DM):
Rolling to confirm
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 »
Aeter (DM):
Does not confirm
Aeter (DM):
I lied.
Aeter (DM):
Confirms critical.
Aeter (DM):
« 1d6+6+1d6+6 = 6 + 6 + 4 + 6 = 22 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d6+6 = 6 + 6 = 12 »
Castellan has received initiative.

Castellan:
Sword! « 1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 »

Castellan:
« 2d6+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 » « 1d6 = 3 »
Aeter (DM):
Monkey falls!

Enzek:
Dooker got ooked!

Erialistia:
"... Why the fuck... didn't you do that before?"

Castellan:
Castellan brings his cursed bonesword down onto the monkey, cleaving it from shoulder to hip with a sweeping strike of that life-hating blade. As the monkey falls he steps over its bloodied corpse, his blade seeming to drink the blood in as he turns a slightly glowing red eye on the others.

Castellan:
"I needed my sword, Miss Tia!"

Erialistia:
"How long does it take you to pull the damn thing out!?"

Enzek:
"Enough! This battle's not over yet."

Baboon 1:
Bamboo 1 turns to confront the new threat, Castellan!

Baboon 1:
« 1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 »
Aeter (DM):
With the ruckus of the fight, Castellan would realize it first. The shouting of quite human voices echoed from down the stairs, soon followed by the quite real forms of humans with weapons drawn rushing up the stairs towards the group! (Enemies join the battle!)

Erialistia:
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Erialistia:
"You know what, I'm cool with a giant swimming pool. Just saying. My life is pretty important to me..."
Erialistia has received initiative.
Aeter (DM):
(2d20+11) (2d20+11)
Aeter (DM):
(1d20+11)
Aeter (DM):
(1d20+11) (1d20+11)

Erialistia:
In the frey, Tia quickly uses her Shadow Blade Technique, weaving her weapon in an elaborate pattern to create the illusion of a second weapon. As she does this she chants something under her breath, making them think she's some voodoo witch or something. She then lunges towards Tongueater once more.

Erialistia:
« 1d20+11 = 16 + 11 = 27 »

Erialistia:
« 1d20+11 = 5 + 11 = 16 »

Erialistia:
« 1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
2d6+1d6

Erialistia:
« 2d6 = 4 »

Erialistia:
Once that is done she uses her Cloak of Deception to RETREAT. Sorry Enzek.
Aeter (DM):
Tongueeater let out a roar, wading forward (and nearly shoving his own man out of the way) to attack the one that had slain his baboon friend! (vs Castellan)
Aeter (DM):
( Full attack. )
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 »« 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+4 = 2 + 4 = 6 »
Aeter (DM):
« 2d4+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 »

Baboon 3:
Baboon 3 shouts like mad, stuck outside of the combat.
Enzek has received initiative.

Castellan:
Castellan parries one swipe of the sword, though he wasn't totally prepared for Tongueater's fury. The other blade cuts into his flesh, though there would be a sickly 'thwack!' of the blade biting flesh. The blood that oozes from the wound is thick and congealed.
* Enzek takes a potion out of pouch. "Thanks, Jenya!" he says before flipping the topper off with his thumb and chugging it. Cure Moderate Wounds potion: « 2d8+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »
Aeter (DM):
Tia was all RABID WOLF STRIKE
Aeter (DM):
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Castellan has received initiative.

Erialistia:
He'd look like this after l2.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/.VDP6vaSzbtO30tadQWM5A--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7Zmk9ZmlsbDtoPTQ3MztweW9mZj0wO3E9ODU7dz02MzA-/http://l.yimg.com/os/publish-images/news/2013-07-12/e07b9185-e4bb-4ca8-aa2d-5ca1709d7e92_africababoon2.jpg

Castellan:
Castellan sees enemies closing on all sides but the rear! "Enzek, steel yourself!" He warns as an aura of dark energies begins to radiate from him, growing in intensity before pushing outwards - violently. All those around him would be engulfed in an intense wave of negative energy! « 4d4 = 9 »

Enzek:
« 1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22 »
Aeter (DM):
« 1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10 »« 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »« 1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21 »

Castellan:
"You should really go back downstairs, Sir!" Castellan warns the approaching bandits, the purple haze in his eyes fading after the magic wave died down.

Enzek:
"Ack, negative energy. So...icky!"

Baboon 1:
Baboon was swinging and then getting the fuck out of dodge.

Baboon 1:
« 1d20+6 = 14 + 6 = 20 »

Baboon 1:
« 1d6+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »

Baboon 1:
9 damage to Castellan

Llydawyn:
"Hey! Let me forward! Stop crowding!"

Nisty:
"OY, SHUTCHER MOUTH."

Enzek:
"Please folks, single file, you'll all get your turn to receive JUSTICE!"

Lakus:
Lakus lifted his own longsword, swinging it towards Castellan! -2 for attacking from lower! « 1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12 »

Lakus:
Miss.
Erialistia has received initiative.

Erialistia:
Blood dripped from places she couldn't make out at the moment, only the red blotches that littered the ground around her. Sweat weighed her hair down and she panted from the pain surging through her. Reaching into her Handy Haversack, she was excited to grip the Vial of Cure Moderate Wound. A quick pop of the cork allowed her to pull it to her lips, letting the red liquid pour from the curved bottle passed her full lips. Normally she trained with poisons in a similar fashion, but she was happy to have a drink of artificial life in this instance. « 2d8+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

Enzek:
[Tia's Grace]

Tongueater:
Tongueeater was continuing going APESHIT, excuse the pun, on castellan! (Full attack) « 1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18 »« 1d20+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 »

Tongueater:
« 2d4+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »

Baboon 3:
BABOON 3 GETTIN IN DAT SHIT

Baboon 3:
« 1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9 »
Enzek has received initiative.

Enzek:
"Step right up folks, don't be shy. We're offering a two for one deal this evening. Buy one Justice, get one Retribution free! Act fast, this offer is only for a limited time."
* Enzek is casting Divine Favor.

Enzek:
(End turn)
Castellan has received initiative.

Castellan:
Castellan grits his teeth as he takes another stroke of Tongueater's falchion. He swings his own blade at the beastly creature, hoping to overwhelm the near-dead werebaboon. « 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 »

Baboon 3:
It misses.

Baboon 3:
Yep!

Baboon 1:
Baboon 1 was now not able to get into the action!

Llydawyn:
"Hey! For fuck sake, move *UP!*"

Enzek:
*points*

Enzek:
*laughs*

Nisty:
"I swear on me mum, I'll knock yer 'ead if ya don't SHUT UP."

Castellan:
OI R U HAVN A GIGGLE M8

Lakus:
"No place to go!" Another swing at Castellan.

Lakus:
« 1d20+7 = 19 + 7 = 26 »

Lakus:
Rolling to confirm.

Lakus:
« 1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22 »

Lakus:
Confirms.

Lakus:
« 1d8+2+1d8+2 = 2 + 2 + 3 + 2 = 9 »

Lakus:
7 damage.
Erialistia has received initiative.

Erialistia:
Since Castellan seemed to have this, about time really, she took her sweet time pulling out another potion and drinking it. GET THAT RED DRANK. « 2d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 »

Tongueater:
And Tongueater kills Castellan. (Full attack) « 1d20+6 = 13 + 6 = 19 »« 1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16 »

Tongueater:
« 2d4+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »« 2d4+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 »

Baboon 3:
Baboon 3 knocks Castellan down because he's bitchin'.

Baboon 3:
« 1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8 »

Baboon 3:
Or not.
Enzek has received initiative.

Enzek:
I have fought beside the tauren, trolls, and others. You are nothing like them!
Aeter (DM):
the taurwhat
* Enzek whips out his crossbow and a silvered crossbow bolt. "Let's see how you like this one, freak!"
Aeter (DM):
lycanthrope cows

Enzek:
« 1d20+9 = 13 + 9 = 22 »
Aeter (DM):
minotauren

Enzek:
« 1d3+7 = 3 + 7 = 10 »
Castellan has received initiative.

Baboon 1:
BABOON ONE BACK IN THE ACTION

Baboon 1:
Baboon 1 attacks Enzek!

Enzek:
"BRING IT MONKEY C'MON"

Baboon 1:
« 1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9 »

Baboon 1:
Miss.

Enzek:
.|.
Erialistia has received initiative.

Tongueater:
The lycanthrope let our a ferocious roar at the monkey that had moved into the way, striking towards it viciously with his falchion, his blood red eyes burning. "NO! THEY ARE MINE!" « 1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24 »« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »

Tongueater:
« 1d20+6 = 15 + 6 = 21 »

Tongueater:
« 1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 »

Tongueater:
« 2d4+5+2d4+5 = 2 + 5 + 5 + 5 = 17 »« 2d4+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 »

Tongueater:
And the monkey was thoroughly cut in three pieces.

Erialistia:
"... Enzek..."

Erialistia:
"Move behind me..."

Baboon 3:
monkey was not getting in the way.
Enzek has received initiative.

Enzek:
"You got it...!"

Tongueater:
RAH RAGE AOO

Tongueater:
« 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 »

Tongueater:
Hits.

Tongueater:
« 2d4+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 »
Aeter (DM):
1d20+5+1+2
Aeter (DM):
1d20+6+1+2

Enzek:
« 1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16 »
Castellan has received initiative.
Enzek has received initiative.
Erialistia has received initiative.

Erialistia:
Once Enzek was out of the way, Tia braced herself to take on the anger of the monkey men and the bitches coming up the stairs. Her dagger held firmly in her hand and the shadows spinning around her still with her Island of Blades Stance, Tia moved forward to lunge her dagger towards Tongueater. « 1d20+11 = 14 + 11 = 25 »

Erialistia:
« 1d4+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Erialistia:
« 2d6 = 3 »
Aeter (DM):
And the monkey falls onto the pile of monkeys that slowly made it difficult to walk over (Counts as rough terrain)

Enzek:
Brb going to roll up a Werepanda Monk

Erialistia:
"Where the -fuck- is the priest?" she sneered at Lakus, ready to gut him too.
Aeter (DM):
With the werebaboon no longer influencing the monkeys, they revert to their normal behavior. This one, as a matter of fact, turned tail to run the fuck away.

Lakus:
" Come find out yourself, girlie! I'll take ye there myself! MIGHT LET YOU JOIN 'IM, TOO!"
Castellan has received initiative.

Castellan:
Castellan bumbles to lean against the wall, sliding down it in a smear of dark, thick blood. He presses his hands to his torso, mumbling a spell on bloodstained lips.

Castellan:
Inflict Moderate Wounds, consuming two 1st level slots: « 2d8+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 »
* Enzek turns his head and looks down at Castellan as he heals himself. "Sorry bud! I'll be sure to stock up on some negative spells for next time."

Llydawyn:
"About damn time!" She cursed, pushing through her allies to climb the body of corpses, lashing down towards Tia.

Llydawyn:
« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »

Llydawyn:
Rapier in the face! And miss.

Lakus:
Reaching around the ledge to hit Tia! (Suffering total concealment -- 50% miss chance. )

Lakus:
« 1d20+7 = 20 + 7 = 27 »

Lakus:
Rolling to confirm.

Lakus:
« 1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25 »

Lakus:
Rolling for miss chance -- 51+ hits

Lakus:
« 1d100 = 42 »

Lakus:
Misses.

Erialistia:
Tia ducks when Llydawyn (fucking black names) attempts to hit her, swaying her body towards the right wall and by passing the Lakus character. "Fucking monkey fought better."

Enzek:
I love you guys. xD ))
Enzek has received initiative.
* Enzek loads up another crossbow bolt (a regular one this time), and fires!

Enzek:
« 1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17 »

Lakus:
Hits.

Enzek:
« 1d3+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »
Erialistia has received initiative.

Erialistia:
Tia narrows her eyes at Lldawyn, pulling her dagger up in an attempt to gut this bitch, "Where. Is. My. PRIEST!?" She repeats as her dagger moves towards the woman's gut. « 1d20+11 = 12 + 11 = 23 »

Erialistia:
« 1d+4 = 1 »

Erialistia:
« 1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »

Castellan:
Castellan grips his sword as his magic restores enough vigor for him to fight effectively. He brings his sword to bear, the blade thrust outward as he charges down the hall, looking to impale Llydwyn!

Castellan:
Charge! « 1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26 »

Castellan:
« 1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8 »

Castellan:
« 2d6+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 » « 1d6 = 5 »
Castellan has received initiative.

Erialistia:
"... Well, thats one way to make a blockade."

Erialistia:
"Only the treasures on the other side of it."

Castellan:
Castellan's blade impales the woman! The angry Necromancer puts his boot on her, prying the blade free with a sickening schluuurp! Hopefully it knocks the pile of bodies down too. « 1d20 = 12 »

Nisty:
" ... Well balls ta this! Imma be back, Darnell!"

Lakus:
"... Who in god's name is Darnell?"

Lakus:
Lakus just moved back down the stairs because fuck this noise.

Castellan:
Castellan trembles in rage as they flee, the adrenaline of the moment dying down somewhat, making his blade feel much heavier. It thunks to the floorboards as he pants, freeing a hand and pressing it to some of his less dire wounds. (1hp/round!)

Erialistia:
Tia frowned and tried to push the nasty bloody bodies out of the way. "Fucking monkeys. Can't stand fucking monkeys," she murmured.
* Enzek pants heavily after the intense battle. "Welp, that was a decent warmup, eh friends?"

Castellan:
Castellan gives Enzek a haggard look at that comment.
* Enzek smirks.

Erialistia:
« 1d20 = 3 »

Enzek:
« 1d20 = 12 »

I'm just saiyan:
YOU WIN THE STRENGTH CHECK

Enzek:
« 1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16 »

Castellan:
doblelol.com/uploads/11/posted-immortalrain-about-year-ago-funny.jpg

Erialistia:
Tia manhandles the impatient woman's corpse. « 1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 »
Aeter (DM):
On Lldawyn, you find: Studded leather armor, a masterwork rapier, a shortbow, 20 arrows, and a red sash.

Erialistia:
Tia tugs the red sash off her waist, inspecting it for blood. « 1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10 »

Erialistia:
"So... I can't use the leather armor. Anyone need it or should I bag it to sell later?"

Enzek:
"Nah, my mithril's far better."
* Enzek solemnly nods.

Erialistia:
She also inspects the rapier, while setting the bow and arrows aside for Enzek. « 1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22 »

Castellan:
Castellan begins to clean up his damaged robes, seemingly with magic. He grasps the clasp of his cloak, a peculiar holy symbol. As he waves his gloved hands over his form, the thick, icky blood that was mostly his own vanished.
* Enzek starts searching the pantry for food.

Enzek:
"DUDE IM HUNGRY"

Enzek:
"I WANT A SANDWICH"

Enzek:
"The fact that cheese is a formula."

Enzek:
Yeah I can understand that. xD
Aeter (DM):
On Tongueeater, you find the following: Masterwork studded leather, Masterwork Falchion, a pair of rather fancy boots, a variety of potions, a ring of keys, and an odd looking holy symbol.

Enzek:
I'm eating Rice Krispies.

Enzek:


Castellan:
Castellan finishes his cleansing, taking a look at what Tia was peeling off the dead. He frowns. "If you are going to rob them, at least let me have a look at the spoils first." He reaches into his pouch, pulling out a small vial of crushed somethingorother. He dabs his fingers in it, touching them to his closed eyes. "Let me see..." He murmurs. Detect Magic!
Aeter (DM):
The only things that have a slight magical aura are the boots on Tongueeater and very slightly the holy symbol on his body.
* Enzek makes himself a delicious pastrami sandwitch.

Erialistia:
Tia loots everything but the shortbow, placing everything but the sash in the pack, and wrapping the sash around her head because sweat was getting in her eyes.

Enzek:
fine none for you

Enzek:
bitch

Castellan:
Castellan plucks the holy symbol from Tongueater's throat, taking a look at the symbolism as he focuses more intently on the type of magic. K: Rel « 1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10 »

Enzek:
.|.

Enzek:
K: Religion: « 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »
Aeter (DM):
The symbol is a triangle of wood, painted black and with tiny shapes carved into each point: a hand gripping an eyeball, six arrows in an X shape, and a wrathful demonic face.
Aeter (DM):
Enzek recognizes each of these as the symbols of Vecna, Hextor, and Erythnul. He does not know why these are together, though.

Enzek:
"Oh gods, Vecna, Hextor and Erythnul have fused into the ultra-powerful deity Vextorul!"

Enzek:
(I'm kidding he doesn't really say that.)

Castellan:
"What do you make of it, Master Enzek?" Castellan sounds particularly tired now as he hands the symbol over, working to unlace and pry off the boots from the ape-man's feet so he can take a better look at them.

Enzek:
"Hm..." he says, studying it for a moment. "I recognize these symbols as belonging to three different deities; Hextor, Vecna and Erythnul. Why they're together like this though, I have no idea."

Erialistia:
Tia takes the keys and stuffs them in her bag. Everything masterwork is put in the bag, the arrows are taken, sash is on her head and Castellan is looking at everything else.

Enzek:
LMAO

Castellan:
"That's very peculiar, indeed... may I have it back?" He takes a very close look at the boots, focusing more intently with his Detect Magic eyes. Spellcraft: « 1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12 »

Enzek:
We're white folks, -5 Jump Checks
* Enzek nods, handing it back to Castellan.

Castellan:
Castellan pockets the holy symbol.

Enzek:
"Hm, lemme try it?"

Erialistia:
Tia then peered around the room for the coins and other treasures previously mentioned. « 1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10 »

Enzek:
Yes yes.

Enzek:
And unreasonably time consuming!
Aeter (DM):
The boots are boots of the mountain king. It allows you to ignore increased movement costs for terrain and you can move up stairs and slopes at normal speed and run or charge downhill without making a balance check.
* Enzek rips out Tongueater's skull and wears it as a hat.
Aeter (DM):
The potions are: 4 potions of cure light wounds, potion of jump, potion of blur, potion of magic fang, potion of enlarge person (5th level)

Enzek:
A potion of magic fang is useless to us, isn't it?

Enzek:
We don't have natural weapons.

Enzek:
Ah okay.

Enzek:
Can Enzek see that holy symbol?

Enzek:
Casts Purify Food and Drink

Enzek:


Enzek:
WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE AGAIN
Aeter (DM):
Treasure is: 2,680 cp, 1,953 sp, 742 gp, 18 platinum pieces, and a huge amount of treasures weighing 120 pounds -- but worth 4,500lbs total. This loot belongs to the murdered guests and employees of the Lucky Monkey. The one other thing of note, which Enzek will quite easily recognize, is Sarcem's severed head. Unfortunately, his head was mounted as a trophy and the tongue was cut out. Presumably to be eaten.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned. "Can they not convert this into gold?"
* Enzek completely freaks out, drops the head onto the countertop, and backs away.

Erialistia:
Tia gripped the 18 platinum, eyeing Enzek before putting it into her bag. He didn't need to know about that. He'd just give it to a church.

Enzek:
"Those bastards, those gutless bastards!"

Castellan:
Castellan frowns at Tia.
* Enzek falls silent, taking a knee and drawing inward for a few moments.

Lakus:
But worth 4,500 gold.

Erialistia:
Next was the gold. She seperates the pile randomly into three stacks.

Lakus:
" OI UP THERE! I'd lift the white flag of surrender, but I don't have a white flag."

Erialistia:
Tia shrugged, she'd divide it up later. She promptly tugs all the money into her bag and eyes over any other loot. Poor Enzek. "Where are the wants? Bring those as your flag!"

Castellan:
Castellan looks to the mounted head, frowning. "He died doing his duties, Enzek. It is sad, but he has earned his ultimate reward with your god."

Lakus:
" I don't know about any wands. But, I can tell ya what happened!"
* Enzek gets up and wipes his eyes. "Yeah, Castellan. Yeah, I know. But this isn't over."
Aeter (DM):
VEGETA, HOW MUCH WEIGHT IS TIA CARRYING?!

Castellan:
"He will be lauded as a hero, as it should be. His murderers will pay for their crimes - some already have."

Vegeta:
OVER NINE THOUSAAAND

Erialistia:
Tia moved to the stairs, her dagger still drawn. "Come to the bottom of the stairs, put your weapon on the ground and come up with your arms raised. If you even look at me wrong, either I will gut you or my creepy friend will."

Nappa:
WHAT NINE THOUSAND?!~

Lakus:
Weapon was down on the ground along with his crappy little small shield and he started his way up the stairs. "'Ello there, beautiful."

Erialistia:
Tia stared at him blankly, and slowly took a careful step back her dagger still pointed at him. "Middle of the room."

Castellan:
Castellan glares hate-daggers at Lakus - his sword still resting tip-down against the floorboards, the bony blade still slowly soaking up some of the fresh blood on its surface. "You had best be very careful with your words, louse."
* Enzek takes his crossbow and removes a bolt, loading it up and ready to fire.

Lakus:
" Don't getcher panties in a bundle." He stated to Castellan, though he was being dragged along. "I'm already willing to tell you what I know. You have all the cards, and I figure I can either fold or be as dead as, well..."

Castellan:
« 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 »

Enzek:
K: Local « 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 »

Erialistia:
Tia didn't trust anyone enough to give benefits of doubt, so she moved behind the man to keep her dagger close to his neck. "Answer their questions and I'll consider letting you keep your life."
Aeter (DM):
Both Castellan and Enzek know that there are multiple peoples that live in the jungles and hilly areas around Cauldron. As this land is more lawless and with distinctly more bandits and monsters about, the people tend to turn to being mercenaries. They're known to keep their side of the bargain and for being blunt, yet they were remarkably uncivilized.

Enzek:
"You there. Tell me, what part did you play in that?"

Enzek:
Enzek gestures to the severed head of his high priest on the countertop.

Castellan:
"Tell me everything about this operation. Who hired you, when the Cleric there," He points to the severed head, "came along, where this ape-man came into play. If I think you are lying, you won't make it back to Cauldron to stand trial."
* Enzek is casting Detect Thoughts.

Enzek:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aSCPmabRpM

Lakus:
" Whoa, whoa. Slow down. A buncha us were hired by some fiery red. Pretty as a peach with legs that went on for miles, lemmie tell ya. An' tha rack on 'er, gods a-BOVE!" The man seemed to have little fear for the dagger, though he was quite willing to share what he knew. Of loyalty to dead people, he had little. "We were told ta provide support for tha monkeys, man. Messed up flux that was. Told ta support him in killin' some man inna dress and to steal some magic shit he was carryin'. "

Lakus:
"I can give ya more details, if ya like. I spent quite a bit'o time starin' at that, if ya know what I'm sayin'." He gave an exaggerated wink with a broad grin.
* Enzek 's eyes flare intensely. "So did you kill him?"
* Enzek is detecting his thoughts to make sure.

Castellan:
Castellan swings his sword to cut into one of the cabinets, as if to keep the man on focus. "What happened to the Cleric's belongings?"

Lakus:
" Nah, tha ape did it. We killed tha ones out back. Just got told ta clean up down the--" The man grunted when the sword hit the cabinet. "The sticks or whatever were sent away as soon as they found 'em. Don't know where. I could ask me comrades if ya like, but we don't like them 'fancy city folk' none, so they'll probably still have a bone or some'n ta pick with ya even if I have me mates leave."

Castellan:
"Soon. This woman, did she give a name? Have any markings? I'll have none of your crassness..."

Enzek:
"So you murdered a number of innocent people then, is that what you're telling me?"

Lakus:
His shoulders lifted. "I got paid to do it." He seemed to not have any further qualms, facing Castellan. He gave what details he could, including hair length, tattoos, body type, personality, and her manner of speaking. Roll a Knowledge Local or Bardic Knowledge check, DC 25. Enzek can make both.

Enzek:
K: Local « 1d20+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 »

Castellan:
K: Local: « 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Enzek:
Lore: « 1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 »

Castellan:
Saint Cuthbert is pronounced as Judge Dredd btw. ))

Erialistia:
« 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 »

Lakus:
" As for tha others, there's still one survivor down in tha basement we couldn't get to. That's where, erm..." He turned his head, giving a nod to Sarcem's head. "... That guy's body is, too. "

Erialistia:
Tia frowned and peered to Castellan, "Wanna take my spot while I play fetch?"
Aeter (DM):
Tia knows the redheaded woman quite well. The woman's name was Triel Eldurast. She was a one-time town guard who escaped punishment after murdering several of her fellow guards while on duty. Nothing had been heard of her since her escape.

Erialistia:
"Was the name of this chick... Eldurast?" Tia asked as she waited for Castellan's response. It sounded familiar but she wanted to confirm. He was going to die anyways.
Aeter (DM):
Triel is her first name.

Castellan:
"You have been most helpful. But you have also murdered dozens of innocents, for but the glimmer of gold. Your part in this cannot be ignored, and I cannot let you go free knowing you will simply go back to such..." Castellan closes the gap, grasping the man at the shoulder and pushing him to his knees as he brings his sword to bear.

Lakus:
" Hey! Fuckin' bastard! You can't do this! Ya said I wouldn't be killed if I gave the information!"
* Enzek goes through a period of serious mental debate and dilemma. He was just about to come to a conclusion when suddenly Castellan approaches the man, sword drawn.

Enzek:
"Castellan, wait!"

Erialistia:
Tia goes back to stealth mode as she goes down the stairs, likely into a trap but oh well. « 1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13 »

Erialistia:
With dagger drawn she carefully moves into the basement.
Aeter (DM):
Tia: This room is dominated by several large tanks, kegs, and other brewing equipment. The tanks are now empty and hacked to pieces, and the floor is a stinking morass of muddy earth soaked with a mixture of beer, mead, and blood. A terrible battle must have taken place here. A mutilated body is slumped against the base of a battered keg, the head missing. Its bloodied hand still grips a mace. The blood-smeared armor bears a large symbol of St. Cuthbert on the chest.

Castellan:
"I said no such thing. You are a thug, a criminal. You are toxic to these jungles, to this world." Castellan's mixed eyes grow increasingly vindictive as he speaks. "You can be sure your peers and employers will pay for their own crimes. I hope your god is more forgiving than Enzek's." Castellan plunges his blade through the man's chest! The weapon's sharpness does most of the work as he pulls on his shoulder to run him through. The life-sapping weapon would likely make his demise a quick affair. "Wee Jas, forgive me for what I have done. I will see these dead laid to rest, as they deserve."
* Enzek stands there for a few moments, awestruck and frozen.

Lakus:
"You fuckin' BAS--" A cough was his last sound as the air that had been about to blow past the wind pipe was soon interrupted by a spurt of blood as he was impaled by the blade, crumpling into a fallen heap.

Erialistia:
Tia frowned. The stairs had creaked under her footsteps, eliminating any stealth she might have. She moved softer and with more caution now, pressing againstt he wall as she reached for the first doorknob. She pushed the door open slowly, trying to peek in.
Aeter (DM):
This room contains fruit and vegetables, most of which have been cast carelessly to the dirt floor.

Castellan:
Castellan pulls the blade from his crumpling, lifeless body with a wet schnick, looking to Enzek. "Go with Tia," He orders firmly.
* Enzek frowns, taking in the enormity of it all.

Enzek:
"Uh, yeah. Okay...."

Erialistia:
Slowly inching towards next door to slowly push it open, peeking in the next with the same caution.
Aeter (DM):
This room feels moist and humid. Several sides of meat hang from hooks set into the ceiling, and a number of storage bins line the west wall. The far end of the room is empty except for an open metal box lying on its side; the box is lined with slowly melting frost. A large sign hangs near the door, its bold red letters reading, “NO FIRE BEYOND THIS POINT!”.
* Enzek exits the room, eyeing Castellan somewhat as he does so.
Aeter (DM):
The door at the end of the hall is a solid, iron-reinforced wooden door that bulges at the seams, almost as if the wood had melted and expanded to clog its frame. The iron bands that reinforce the door are caked with frost, as are the bodies of three thugs who lie huddled on the ground before it. One of the bodies grips an extinguished torch.

Castellan:
Castellan kneels to pat the man down for anything useful he might have, looking through his belongings before lining him up with the other slain humanoids.
Aeter (DM):
On the man's body is: Chainmail, a potion of cure moderate wounds, and a red sash.

Erialistia:
Tia furrows her brow as she eyes this distorted door. She tilts her head and decides she'll come back to it... She turns and eyes the other door, inching closer to it. She presses against the wall near the door, opening it slowly as she peers up the stairs, nodding to Enzek.

Castellan:
Castellan would take the potion, examining the familiar sash. Perhaps some sort of gang sign. He would have to warn Tia against wearing it.
Aeter (DM):
This room contains several empty wine racks.

Erialistia:
"Damn," she sighs. She prefered hard liquor but alcohol was still alcohol.

Erialistia:
As she approaches the burnt out torch, she picks it from the body or attempts to.
Aeter (DM):
She is able to grab the burnt out torch.

Castellan:
He arranges the three humanoids - two run through by his very blade. He removes his gloves, reaching into a satchel on his sash to withdraw a small book, bound in pure, white leather. He opens it to a familiar page, beginning to read the last rites of these dead.

Erialistia:
Tia eyed the torch, then the bodies, then the torch and furrowed her brow a bit. The door was also suspicious. She eyed it over, attempting to figure this out before doing something stupid. « 1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29 »
* Enzek tilts his head curiously at Tia.

Erialistia:
She shrugs and pulls out her flint and steel, pausing as she sees Enzek behind her. "Hey."

Enzek:
"Hey! Find anything interesting in here?"

Erialistia:
"No wine, discarded fruit. Meat locker with some no fire sign. Dead guys. Burnt out torch and that warped door."
Aeter (DM):
You can make a spellcraft check on the door, Enzek

Enzek:
« 1d20+8 = 5 + 8 = 13 »
Aeter (DM):
Faaail.
Aeter (DM):
You have no clue why it's warped like it is.

Erialistia:
Tia's first reaction was that the fire would melt the ice, and the ice would allow her to open the door. First she checked the torch to see if it was still moist.
Aeter (DM):
The torch is very cold, but moist.

Castellan:
Castellan finishes reading the last rites for the deceased, closing The White Book and returning it to its satchel. He pulls his gloves back on, dragging his sword along as he makes his way down the stairs.

Erialistia:
"Damn. Do you have a torch? Maybe these guys have another torch..."

Enzek:
"I'm not sure what it could be, but there's only one way to find out!"

Castellan:
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

Erialistia:
She tossed the torch over her shoulder and knealt down to inspect the men for anything of value or wounds. « 1d20+10 = 7 + 10 = 17 »

Enzek:
"I do not, unfortunately. Just these sunrods here."
Aeter (DM):
The man had mundane equipment. Any equipment that may have been on him was either used or destroyed.

Erialistia:
"Same. I don't think just the flame will hold."

Enzek:
"I have a feeling magic is involved somehow, but I can't quite place my finger on it."

Erialistia:
"Hrm..." She moved into the meat room to inspect it further.

Castellan:
"Hail,"
* Enzek turns to see Castellan. "Oh, heya."

Castellan:
"What have you found?"

Enzek:
"Finished with that, erm...grisly business then?"

Erialistia:
"If there is someone down here then they're passed that door." She put the flint and steel back up to keep her hands free.
* Enzek gestures to the warped door.
Aeter (DM):
The room was cool within, but only the box at the far end of the room was still lined with slowly melting frost.

Enzek:
"Maybe you might be familiar with this sort of magic?"

Erialistia:
She creeped closer to the box, inspecting it to see what was in the box. « 1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26 »

Castellan:
" 'No flame beyond this point'," Castellan repeats as he looks at the sign. He looks at the walls of the room.
Aeter (DM):
There was nothing of any note within the box, though the appearance of it looked as if something had been removed from the box. Something either very cold, or that created a lot of cold.

Erialistia:
"Hrm... Okay you magic people need to come inspect this."

Castellan:
Castellan peers into the box, reaching to run his fingers along the inside.

Erialistia:
"I'll keep guard in case this was a trap."
Aeter (DM):
The inside of the box was covered in melting frost, sort of like a freezer that lost power for the last day or so.

Castellan:
"Hmmm..."

Castellan:
He kneels near the huddled pile of dead bodies, giving each a cursory examination - namely, what killed them. Heal: « 1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8 »

Castellan:
He looks at the strange, bloated looking door, poking it with his sword a bit. Spellcraft: « 1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
This room is dominated by several large tanks, kegs, and other brewing equipment. The tanks are now empty and hacked to pieces, and the floor is a stinking morass of muddy earth soaked with a mixture of beer, mead, and blood. A terrible battle must have taken place here. A mutilated body is slumped against the base of a battered keg, the head missing. Its bloodied hand still grips a mace. The blood-smeared armor bears a large symbol of St. Cuthbert on the chest.

Castellan:
Castellan takes a good whack at the door with his sword.
* Enzek is kneeling over the fallen body of his high priest, closing his eyes in silent mourning.
Aeter (DM):
Thud! The door resounds. WHile it could take a solid whack, it was still made of wood.

Castellan:
"Tia!"

Castellan:
Castellan turns, almost as if it were urgent.

Erialistia:
"What?"
* Enzek takes the cudgel from the hands of the body, studying it for a few moments to check if it's anything special.

Castellan:
"Take that off your head. I think it's their gang symbol."

Erialistia:
"..."

Erialistia:
"Their what?"

Castellan:
"Their... mark. Like how we wear holy symbols."
Aeter (DM):
Within Sarcem's bloody hand is the +1 holy light mace that is a relic of the church of St. Cuthbert.

Erialistia:
"I don't wear holy symbols."

Castellan:
"You know what I mean."

Erialistia:
"Not really."

Erialistia:
"What the fuck do they need a gang symbol for?"
Aeter (DM):
On his body is his +1 banded mail and three empty potion bottles. A ring of protection +1 is on his right hand and a periapt of Wisdom +2 on his chest.
* Enzek takes out a piece of cloth and cleans the mace, taking reverent care of the relic of his church.
Aeter (DM):
Enzek may also realize that this body, along with the head, would likely need to be interred beneath the church of St. Cuthbert.

Castellan:
Castellan whacks the door a few more times. He wasn't a Wizard, he's no genius.

Erialistia:
"How am I supposed to wear it if it's a gang symbol?"

Erialistia:
"I can play the part."

Enzek:
"I'm going to head outside. This man deserves a proper burial. Castellan, can you help me transport his remains after I'm done?"
Aeter (DM):
Enzek, roll a 1d20 "don't be stupid" check.
Aeter (DM):
please.

Castellan:
"Did he have anything on his person? A missive or some light equipment?"
Aeter (DM):
Please roll a 1d20 "don't be stupid" check.
Aeter (DM):
NO DO IT

Erialistia:
"You guys are hardcore over this religion stuff. Going outside with raptors over corpses..."
Aeter (DM):
REALLY

Enzek:
« 1d20 = 7 »
Aeter (DM):
DO IT

Erialistia:
"Plus you know that bitch is going to come back soon."
Aeter (DM):
Failed. >>

Erialistia:
"Lets just see if someone is in there. Yell or something. We could set those corpses on fire maybe..."

Castellan:
"We could break it down."

Erialistia:
"Have at it."

Castellan:
Castellan starts swingin'!

Castellan:
« 2d6+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »

Erialistia:
Tia peered at the body, eyeing the shiney coming from it. "So do they put him in the ground with all that jewelry on him?"
Aeter (DM):
Castellan went to work on the door, chopping away. Eventually, it broke into splinters.. and a rush of frigid air burst out over Castellan.
Aeter (DM):
« 3d6 = 12 »
Aeter (DM):
Castellan takes 12 nonlethal cold damage.

Castellan:
Castellan shivers, quickly backing away from the room.

Castellan:
"I don't think we w-want to go in th-th-there..."

Shensen Tesseril:
" STOP! I-I'll k-k-ill..." Her voice faded slightly as Castellan backed away.

Erialistia:
Tia peered at Castellan and quirked a brow. "... Wha-... Fuck."

Erialistia:
"What is that?"
* Enzek wipes his brow in relief. Just the interruption he needed!

Erialistia:
"Tell her not to kill us," Tia hissed at Castellan with his diplomacy.

Castellan:
"Can you get out of there?" Castellan called, rubbing his hands over his arms.

Castellan:
"We're not bandits, we're here to help. We're from Cauldron. It can't be worse than staying in there."

Shensen Tesseril:
"I... No. No I can't. I need help. Who are you? Did Sercem's church send you?"

Enzek:
"I'm Enzek, of the Church of St. Cuthbert. How can we be of service to you?"

Erialistia:
"Oh. He's got this. So anyways, the jewelry..."

Shensen Tesseril:
The temperature in this room is near freezing. A thin layer of frost coats the floor and walls of the northern portion of the room. A low, circular well sits in the center of the room, its mouth partially covered by a few planks of wood. A thick layer of brown mold covers the entirety of the floor by the door, sapping away all heat.

Castellan:
"Yes, we've another Cleric of Saint Cuthbert among our number. We've been sent to reclaim Sercem... but we were too late."

Shensen Tesseril:
SARcem

Castellan:
SARSem

Castellan:
Roll fort save or get SARS

Erialistia:
"You may want to take that stuff. Look, use it now and if you feel guilty give it back when we get to the church."

Erialistia:
"Way I see it though, you're continuing the Church's work and you need to be equipped to do that."

Enzek:
"Hrm, yeah. He totally would have wanted us to have it!"

Enzek:
(I'm kidding he doesn't say it like that. xD)

Castellan:
Kn: Dung: « 1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

Castellan:
((Fuck my roll life))

Enzek:
Kn: Dungeion « 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »

Enzek:
"Ah. That's why you don't bring fire down here."
* Enzek smirks.

Erialistia:
"Hrm?"

Enzek:
"The mold here, it devours heat like the rest of us devour food."

Erialistia:
"... Well thats good to know."

Castellan:
"They must have used it to keep their stores cold. Fascenating..."

Enzek:
"Give it enough heat and you get, well, this."

Erialistia:
"Can we not let the other chick die though?"

Erialistia:
"How do we get her out?"

Shensen Tesseril:
"I shattered it against the door... to keep the others out. Help me out of here and I will tell you all I know. "

Enzek:
"Cold will kill it, but nothing I have can pull that off."

Erialistia:
"What does?"

Erialistia:
"Be helpful here."

Enzek:
"Any kind of cold effect. Are any of you capable of such?"

Erialistia:
".. Kinda. Move out of the way."

Castellan:
Castellan's mighty sword slowly shrinks back into the very ordinary human femur. Awh.
* Enzek complies and steps back.

Erialistia:
Tia sighed, took a breath to brace herself and got into Child of Shadow Stance.

Erialistia:
"I want you to NOT kill me if I come in there."

Shensen Tesseril:
" I don't think I could kill you now if I wanted to, to be honest."

Erialistia:
She shook her head and charged in, hating how this was looking. She used her Shadow Blade Technique to use the imaginary second weapon and stabbed at the mold. Fucking mold. Mushrooms too. Fuck them.

Erialistia:
« 2d20 = 18 »

Erialistia:
« 1d20 = 14 »« 1d20 = 5 »

Shensen Tesseril:
With the cold energy from the shadow destroying the mold, Senshen was able to weakly raise herself from behind the well where she had hid. She stumbled forward, holding her stomach. Her body was scattered with wounds, but she wore a similar robe to Castellan; a pious vestiment, but one meant more for travel than anything else. "My name is Shensen... I'm the one that manages the shrine to Fharlaghn here. Thank you very much for helping me... But, I need to contact my mentor, Meerthan Eliothlorn, back in Cauldron. Will you help me back to the city with you? I will not forget the aid you've given me. I promise you that."

Erialistia:
"We will, but we gotta get out of here first and we still don't have the wands. C'mon, lets get you healed up." She moved to put the girls arm over her shoulder, a hand on her back as she lead her out of the room towards the others.

Erialistia:
"Turns out I am the hero."

Castellan:
Castellan tilts his head. A Drow! Most unusual.

Erialistia:
"Okay, we need her healed... Now here's the deal. We need to get the wands before going back or my family is going to be forced into being merfolk. So... Thats the deal. As these two already know, I don't do religion please don't try to sway me and we should be fine."

Castellan:
Castellan reaches into his pockets with both hands. In one hand, he offers the healing potion he had taken from the last bandit upstairs. In the other, he offers the reclaimed holy symbol of Farlanghn.
* Enzek does that, mending the distressed half-drow of the wounds she suffered.

Castellan:
Just meant the holy symbol!

Shensen Tesseril:
"Thank you... Shall we go? I believe everything else has been gathered, so long as we can bring Sarcem as well."

Erialistia:
"Lets all make sure we're healed as much as possible before we head out. And do you have any idea where the wands are?"

Erialistia:
"Lets grab the body and head back then."

Enzek:
7 hours, 30 minutes.