Runelords 2E IC

[DrK]

Welcome to Sandpoint

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The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.

The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival. Mayor Deverin's friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone's amusement (except Larz's). Sheriff Belor Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening's bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire that claimed the town's previous church several years ago. The next speaker is scheduled to be local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, but a sudden illness has prevented him from attending the ceremony (this isn't something that surprises the locals, given Lonjiku's well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals). Sandpoint's own showman Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge o fbringing the crowd's mood back up with his rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap ofthe long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of "The Harpy's Curse", revealing that the lead role of Avis era the harpy queen will be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up to give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

Numerous games and contests take place during the day, including sack races, games of hide-and-seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam contests, tug-of-war events, and the like. At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon's cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna - a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.

Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dishes - curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead from Rusty Dragon, lobster chowder from Hagfish, peppercorn venison from White Deer, as well as various other stuff....

Introduce yourself and describe what you're doing as you move towards the central square for a speech/ sermon from Father Zantus

[stack]

Jon Green

A large man ambles through the crowd, staff in hand, stroking his beard as he smiles at children chasing butterflies. It was good to be back at the festival; though not a resident, Jon tried to make it to the festival when he could, such events providing pleasant markers for his wanderings. He plans to try his hand at a few competitions; he is strong and a fair wrestler, though only a decent amateur, not a serious competitor.

Having sampled the venison, Jon considers trying some of the other offerings, as refusing the tavern-keepers' hospitality would be rude. The food is also a fair bit more adventurous that his usual fare. Besides, large men have large appetites.

Maybe after the local priest finishes.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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The lean and hungry-looking man stands in the back rows during the opening speeches, mostly bored except when Cyrdak Drokkus delivers his - the showman manages to get a laugh from Lysander, known in Sandpoint as a mercenary, guard, bouncer and in general as someone willing to use the sword at his side for coin. Few would call him likable and nice, since his arrival at Sandpoint he has mostly kept to himself and has almost no friends but in the years he got a reputation as reliable and discreet.

Free food.
That's why Lysander endured the words of the town's dignitaries and now he finally has the chance to grab a bite of the delicious salmon of the Rusty Dragon; there's however a queue and the mercenary groans, sharing his displeasure with the closest person - Jon Green.

"Would've preferred less words and more food. At least old Kaijitsu had the decency to spare us his speech."

People, however, start turning towards the local priest that clearly intends to deliver a sermon; Lysander sighs but doesn't say anything - even though he doesn't seem that interested in whatever Father Zantus will say, he's sensible enough to not upset the cleric's flock with his words.

[Farmerbink]

Lithe, but not skinny, Jannis has finally taken to keeping his facial hair neat and the rest well trimmed. He goes about his duties, helping to prepare the stage and participating in the release of the swallowtails- grinning widely at the antics of some of Sandpoint's youngest citizens. Clapping alongside the kids, Jannis pretends to try to catch them himself for a few minutes, enjoying the simple contentment of community.

He swaps jibes playfully with Ameiko Kaijitsu- wondering for the thousandth time how such a stick in the mud can have such an intriguing daughter, and lends a hand helping her position her cart and stall for the best traffic. No man in sandpoint could both reliably and consistently avoid ogling Kaye Tesarani, and Jannis doesn't even begrudge Ameiko the elbow in his ribs when he loses grasp of their bantering. "I probably deserved that, eh?" he chuckles, rubbing his head. After nabbing a taste of the sauce simmering in her cart, he begs away, to partake in some of the challenges and games.

As the morning approaches afternoon, Jannis' stomach intrudes on his people-watching. He retrieves a roast turkey leg and gnaws it happily, seated on a bench near the edge of the square. Nothing too out of the ordinary catches his eye; the same locals that always participate are here, along with a few regular out-of-towners. In particular, the burly Jon Green would stand out in any crowd, and the hawk faced mercenary in line beside him (of whom Jannis hasn't quite formed an opinion). A couple times, he's sure he's caught a glimpse of the Gnomish brothers that came to town a few years back. They're hard to spot for long, though; never sit still.

Finally, it seems Father Zantus is preparing to make the afternoon's keynote speech/sermon. Dutifully, Jannis ducks away and dons an acolyte robe over his leathers. He doesn't actually have to do anything, thankfully, but is expected to stand nearby with the other acolytes, in case he needs anything. Thus, he finds himself- a touch uncomfortably- waiting near the stage for... well, hopefully more food!

[Zero Prime]

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Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Conditions: None.

Alexej wasn't much for festivals, faires, or celebration, but he did know how to drink, and how to hold his alehouse swill, which is exactly what was in the tankard he had in his hands as the stuffed shirt leadership of Sandpoint made their grandiose speeches. The swill was from the Fatman's Feedbag, the tavern he was supposed to meet his Sczarni contact at. It was his third, one for breakfast with his crusty loaf, one after breakfast to wash down some cheap stew, and this, his third, while he wandered the streets, taking in the crowd.

Maybe it was the Feedbag's swill, or maybe it was a combination of the sun and the crisp autumn air, but Aeryn felt something of nostalgia flood his body while wandering the streets of Sandpoint, taking in the festival and the various games, the activites of the crowd and the excitement of children. A couple children were looking at his staff with wide eyes, so, on a whim, he produced a vivid green apple from his sleeve, went to bit into it, and it evaporated into a puff of glitter and smoke, which he then blew towards them, so they could smell the scent of fresh, tart, apples. Their laughs caught him off guard, so while the children's fathers all began to congregate at the tug of war, he distracted an ever growing crowd of children with simple prestidigitation, sleight of hand and the least of his magics.

Setting his, now, empty tankard beside him, he began juggling small balls of blue green fire, that he would then toss towards a young urchin, only to have it evaporate into smoke. The clink of a copper into his cup caught his attention, and he figured, what the hell, and began to put on a show for the children.

[DrK]

As the crowds mill and gather by the stage Father Zantus paces nervously just off the stage before Ameiko notices and with a kindly wave sends one of the serving lads across with a pair of stout wooden pitchers of "Jade ale" one of the local ones that she brews herself. The lad hands one to Father Zantus and the other to Jannis as he waits by the stage shifting uncomfortably in his "formal" robes. THe lad points back at Ameiko's cart piled high with trays of food and barrels of beer and Ameiko catches Janni's eye and offers a polite wave.

Zantus looks to Janni again, "Are you sure my boy that I should discuss the unpleasantness, it was a tough time. I know it meant we have the glorrious new building but I do feel sad thinking about old Tobyn. He was a stickler and strict eh, but didn't deserve what happened to him of poor Nualia. He take sa deep draught of the ale and sighs, "Aye, maybe just a brief mention bit focus on happier things eh? A new Queen down in Korvosa, rumours of more settlers heading this way or out to the old Azlant islands, its a good time to be be around eh?"



Sandpoint locals will know about 5 years ago there was the Unpleasantness, a time when people had disturbing dreams, a lot of fights happened. Poor Lonjikous lost his wife to a suicide and Old Man Stoot "chopper" murdered some dozen women.. But also resulted in a fire that burned th old church down and killed Father Tobyn and is adopted daughter Nualia



In crowd by Jon and Lysander a few of the other village men nod in passing to the pair of them as they sip the frothy ale and enjoy the foods of the festival. "Afternoon lads" a deep voice says, and both see the hulking heavy set Ibor Thorn approaching (he and his business partner Banny Harker own the lumber mill). He nods to Lysander politely not knowing the guard well, but grins at Jon offering his hand. "Enjoying the festival Jon? Done well this year ain't they. You seen Banny about or he chasing Katrine's skirts again? Aye well, Vin will have his hide if gets heard of it. You found any more big redwoods? I be hearing of more hulls wanting to be laid for the Pathfinder Society exploration of ole' Azlant islands so there's a good price for 'em.."

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Alexej soon found himself at the centre of a growing crowd as a dozen children began cheering him on, vying and fighting to try and catch the coloured balls of light as their grinning parents watched on. It wasn't only the children though that watched Alexej, a stunning young woman with bright red hair and bright eyes that promised something also watched, winking at him as he caught her eye... Maybe being sent to this small flyspeck fishing village woulnd't be so bad after alll...


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As the children cheerd and played he barely notice the child at the back, though one smaller and scrawnier than may oft he others with a filthy sack cloth hooded cloak. He did notice however when the hood was thrown back revealing a green face with long ears, a mouth full of teeth and hate filled little yellow eyes! Even as the goblin reveals himself and drives a knife into one of the watching villagers there's pandemonium from other points in the square and above the growing screams a son can be heard.....

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By the stage the men (Lysander, Jon and Ibor) watch as Zantus chats to Jassin, oneof the priests, before there is howl of a dog in pain and screams from the crowd. Behind you a dogs manages to stagger three paces forward, blood pouring from a jagged gash in its throat before with a weak bark it collapses dead and three green skinned small creatures cackle manically as they run towards Ameiko and her wagon, bloodied little cleavers raised! Behind them another goblin with a long whip and the skull of a raven tied to its head breaks into a crude song


Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
goblins eat and take by force!

Goblins race and goblins jump
goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
goblins here and you be dead!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
we be goblins! you be food!

Goblins scream and Goblins cry
Goblins will surely die
Goblins run and goblins hide
Goblins will take my sword in the side
Goblins stink and goblins smell
Goblins will go to hell

Wring their necks pull their hair
Throw them down the big long stairs
Kick the goblins in the nuts
Bleed them with our weapon cuts
Poke the goblins in the eye
Then they will surely die ....


OOC

For Alexej there is a goblin in amongst the children he was entertaining
For Lysander, Jon, Jarrin there are 3 goblins and a singing one ~20ft away about to attack Amieko

Players have the initiative

[Farmerbink]

"Oy! To arms! Goblins in the square!" Jannis bellows the warning as loud as he can manage, hoping to be heard at least by the people near the stage. "Ameiko!" he shouts, as he scrambles out of his blasted formals. Fortunately, they're loose enough to wear his leathers underneath, and he's kept his bow on hand. Without waiting for anyone else to take up the call, he grabs his bow and takes aim at the Goblin stalking his... friend.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

One action to remove the formal robe
one action to draw the bow
one action to fire at the Goblin stalking Ameiko:
[roll0]
[roll1] damage - doubled, then plus [roll2] in the event of a crit success

[stack]

Jon cut off his conversation with a start as the goblins revealed themselves. Cursing silently, he begins chanting, electricity dancing up and down his staff. The charge builds, then leaps toward two of the goblins as Jon moves closer to assist Ameiko.

actions 1 and 2: electric arc on the two goblins closest to Ameiko, range is 30. Basic reflex DC 16 vs [roll0] electricity

Action 3: stride toward Ameiko 25 feet

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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"What the..."

More dumbfounded than scared, Lysander draws his sword and gazes his surroundings looking for threats - a goblin is about to attack Ameiko but Jannis and Jon are going to her rescue and besides he has other problems, like the goblins trying to attack him.
He quickly engages his opponents, sword in one hand and the other hand moving and shoving and grabbing so that his enemies will have troubles defending themselves - the mercenary fights dirty, a quick kill the only mercy he's willing to show.


Action 1 - Draws the Bastard Sword
Action 2 - Snagging Strike [roll0] Damage [roll1] If the attack hits, the target is flatfooted until start of next turn or if it's out of reach of my hand
Action 3 - Strike [roll2] Damage [roll3] Against the same target of the first attack if still alive, otherwise to the next closest goblin

[Zero Prime]

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Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield (10 Minutes).
Conditions: None.

The fiery haired woman brought a smile to his lips, and certain thoughts nearly interrupted his concentration. However, he had a purpose in town, the Sczarni needed him to reach out to Vhiski. He sent a burst of light and sweet scented smoke in her direction, scattering in a shower of red and orange sparks and then braced his thoughts. He focused his concentrating, mindfully ignoring the red-headed temptation, for the time, and scanning the crowd to determine if his contact was among them.

It was at that point he heard the goblin-chant, and noticed the horrific smile of the hooded figure at the rear of the crowd, a goblin, his hands under his cloak producing some notched and rust edged cleaver, more than capable of slitting a throat in a shower of blood. His left hand enacted a series of intricate motions, weaving threads of power into an arcane ward, and as he did so the illusiory magics ceased. He then spoke a series of words in ancient Thassilonian, channeling arcane power into a weave that allowed him to produce a small fist sized ball of flame in his palm. He threw it forward, streaking towards the goblin raider, while he shouted to the crowd, this time, in common, "Sandpoint is under attack! GOBLINS!"

OOC: Action 1: Cast Shield. Action 2&3: Cast Produce Flame against the Goblin. Attack check vs AC, [roll0], if successful, [roll1], doubled with an additional [roll2] persistant fire damage if the attack is a critical success. If I am hit in combat, I will use the Shield Block reaction to block the attack with the magic ward (Hardness 5).

[10mac]

Rasxim Warcryntover (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348156)
CN Gnome Rogue, Level 1,
HP 18/18, Speed 25f, AC 17, Class DC 17
Fort 5, Ref 9, Will 5, Perc 5
Shortsword +7 (1d6+4 P) Group Swords, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S
Dagger +7 (1d4+4 P) group Knife, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S, thrown 10f
Hand Crossbow +7 (1d6 P) group Bow
Abilities Str 8, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Conditions: none
Cantrip: Guidance

Rasxim was wondering in the crowd, enjoing the happy chaos in the festival.
Excited by the games and the crowds and slightly bored by the innumerable speeches he would have to take Rasxim was in the center of the square with his twin Kash when all of a sudden delirium broke out.
His low height did not allow him to immediately understand what was happening. However, he could distinctly hear a man shout: "Sandpoint is under attack! GOBLINS!"

Goblins? They would ruin the party, he was sure.
"Hey Kash, let's mess up a little and teach these beasts a lesson!"


Action 1: move to the nearest Goblin.
Action 2: Acrobatics check to use Tumble Behind Class feat [roll0]
Action 3: Attack with shortwsord (enemy flat-footed if previous check successfull): [roll1] damage [roll2] + [roll3] if enemy flat-footed

[Selion]

Kash- Gnome Alchemist
https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348282


The little gnome stands still in the back of the crowd,
looking around in search of anything that would distinguish this particular festival from any other festival he has already seen,
and finding with discomfort nothing appealing.
His skin and his hair are of a gray, faint color, quite unusual in respect of the typical descendant of the first world, but he knows it's not due to an early bleaching,
because he does EVERYTHING to keep boredom at bay.
A white little rat, clearly domesticated, hides between his legs, its fur soft and clean makes it half cute half disgusting: a charming rat, but still a rat.

When the goblins come laughing and singing it's almost as his wishes has been fulfilled

Time to earn a name in this hole, brother

He charges his crossbow with a poison dipped bolt, the same poison he used just a few days before, pleasantly surprised he would have a second humanoid test in such a short time


4 batches - 8 giant centipede venom
1 batch - 2 blight bombs
1 batch - 2 acid flasks

Familiar abilities
extra reagents
share senses






Action 1: move to reach short range with a unengaged goblin
Action 2: charge the crossbow
Action 3: attack [roll0], id successful damage [roll1] + venom damage [roll2] (CD 17 Fortitude)

Giant Centipede Venom: Saving Throw DC 17 Fortitude; Maximum Duration 6 rounds; Stage 1 1d6 poison damage (1 round); Stage 2 1d8 poison damage and flat-footed (1 round); Stage 3 1d12 poison damage, clumsy 1, and flat-footed (1 round)

[DrK]

In the cathedral grounds pandemonium breaks outas there suddenly seems to be evil little goblins everywhere stabbing and slashing at people, chopping at the dogs and trying to grab trays of poached fish or racks of marinated spicy ribs. Screams and chaos erupt as townspeople run everywhere knocking each other over and turning over the colourful stalls. By the stage one of the burly men trips and falls smashing two of the cages of additional butterflies and there is a sudden swirl of purple wings spiraling in the chaos.

By the children Alexej shows how effective a mage he is as the defensive magics are summoned before he throws fire at the goblin about to stab a small boy. The goblin barely has time to squeal before with a faint sizzling sound its reduced to ash, only its belt buckle and charred dog chopped dropping to the ground!

Nearer the stage and Ameiko's cart with her flag proclaiming her Rusty Dragon ale as the beast the three goblins rush at her and the men! Jannis throws of his heavy vestment but the jostling crowd and sudden swirl of butterflies distracts him and the arrow goes wide thudding into the cart wheel. Even as that happens the two nearest to Ameiko are hit by a sizzling bolt of lightning that reverberates between them, their ears stand up on end and then both fall down, still smoking. Lysander engages the 3rd of the little critters, raising his shield there is a clang as the little creature bangs into it and his first blow goes wide before the creature is cut down by a solid blow to the head.

Even as the Warchanter sings his song, cracking his whip another 3 goblins surge out beside him, two clutching burning torches and savage grins. The pair of gnomes in the middle oft he square move to engage them Rasxim vaulting over the nearest one and driving his blade into the back of the goblin's head. His brother levels a crossbow smeared with poison and launches it but he is jostled by panicked villagers and the bolt goes wide.

The warchanter howls out his goblin song, the strident tones effecting his allies and stinging the ears of the gnomes. The two torch wielding goblins both attacking the gnomes, ne swinging the flaming torch repeatedly at Rasxim, the other running to Kash before breathing on his troch and engulfing the gnome in a great sheet of flames. By Ameiko's stall another two goblins leap from the crowds, one attacking Jon, the other Lysander....



Warchanter:
* Inspire courage +1 status to goblins atk/dam/fear
* Goblin song [roll0] performance Vs Kash/Rasxim Will DC or take -1 will saves and perception
* Stride to close on Rasxim

Pyro 1
* stride to Rasxim
** attack twice torch [roll1] dam [roll2] the +1 is fire [roll3] dam [roll4] the +1 is fire

Pyro 2
* Stride to within 10ft of Kash
** Burning hands [roll5] Fire - Reflex DC16 for half

Goblin 1
* stride to Jon
** Attacks with dogslicer [roll6] dam [roll7] [roll8] dam [roll9]

Goblin 2
* stride to Lysander
** Attacks with dogslicer [roll10] dam [roll11] [roll12] dam [roll13]

[Selion]

Kash- Gnome Alchemist (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348282)
Active Status
Goblin Song: -1 Will Saves and Perception



Will [roll0]
Reflex [roll1]


That's very brave of you coming this near

He takes the crossbow aside, searching with the other hand something in his pouches.
He reaches out for a little paper sphere , lights a fuse and throws the bomb in the goblin's general direction.
This is a thing he had never tried on a living subject.
One would expect a big explosion, instead a cloud of violet gas erupts violently from the object.


4 batches - 6/8 giant centipede venom
1 batch - 1/2 blight bombs
1 batch - 2 acid flasks

Familiar abilities
extra reagents
share senses







Action 1: (Quick Bomber) attack with a blight bomb pyro2 [roll2] if successful [roll3] poison damage + [roll4] persistent poison damage +1 splash damage (5 feet)
Action 2: reload the crossbow with giant centipede venom
Action 3: stride away from the goblin

[Farmerbink]

Jannis grimaces as he watches his shot go wide, followed immediately by surprise, relief, and an appreciative glance for the grand red-haired man. It seems like they lock eyes for a heartbeat, and he mouths "thank you" before diverting his attention back to the various risks at hand.

In the immediate sense, Jannis has some trouble making out the warchanter, though he can certainly hear the little blighter. At the foot of the stage, he climbs on top. From his new vantage point, he sights down an arrow, looking over the crowd for the "singing" Goblin.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

I figure it's at least one action, maybe two, to climb on the stage. In either case, hopefully there's an action left for shooting the Goblin.
[roll0] attack
[roll1] damage + [roll2] if critical success

[stack]

Jon grunts as his duck away from the first blow exposes him to the backswing. He chants another spell, this time sending a glimmer of light along his oaken staff, swinging the newly enchanted weapon at his attacker.1&2: Shillelagh (https://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=282)(staff is now +1 striking)
3. Strike goblin [roll0] for [roll1]

(no action to change handedness this round for more damage :smallfrown:)

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 15\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Even though Lysander fells one of the goblins, another one springs forwards and gives the mercenary a good one in the unprotected leg; howling because of the sudden pain, he steps back a little and swings the sword, a downward cut aimed at the huge head of the goblin and pressing the assault to clear a path towards the warchanter.


Action 1 - Snagging Strike [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Action 2 - Strike [roll2] Damage [roll3]
Action 3 - Strike [roll4] Damage [roll5]

If Lysander kills the goblin with any of these attacks, his remaning actions are Stride towards the warchanter and Strike, if possible

[10mac]

Rasxim Warcryntover (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348156)
CN Gnome Rogue, Level 1,
HP 18/18, Speed 25f, AC 17, Class DC 17
Fort 5, Ref 9, Will 5, Perc 5
Shortsword +7 (1d6+4 P) Group Swords, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S
Dagger +7 (1d4+4 P) group Knife, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S, thrown 10f
Hand Crossbow +7 (1d6 P) group Bow
Abilities Str 8, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Conditions: none
Cantrip: Guidance

After sinking his sowrd to the head of the first goblin letting him dropping to the ground, Rasxim succeeds avoiding the torches attaccks of the other green creature fronting him.

"Yaaay, what a nice fire, I like his colour!"
While saying theese words Rasxim makes another acrobatic movement in order to place himself on the side of the goblin lowering his defences, and attacking him two times with his sword.


Action 1: Acrobatics check to use Tumble Behind Class feat [roll0]
Action 2: Attack with shortwsord: [roll1] damage [roll2] + [roll3] if enemy flat-footed
Action 3: Attack with shortwsord: [roll4] damage [roll5] + [roll6] if enemy flat-footed

[Zero Prime]

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Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield (10 Minutes).
Conditions: None.

Alexej moved quickly after the arcane fire immolated the goblin raider, he observed another group of similarly clad goblins attacking the crowd. They seemed to be led by some sort of commander, a goblin singing their praises, inspiring them to further heights of violence and aggression. Seeing two goblins close to the larger warchanter spew fire towards the onlookers, Alexej hissed under his breath, "So you like fire you piece of gutter filth!" And with that, he, again, moved his fingers through a complex arcane pattern, holding the weave of astral threads clear in his minds eye, his hand arced back and then slammed forward, a ball of fire streaking towards the chanter in an attempt to remove the threat, and the raider's co-ordination.

OOC: Action 1: Stride towards the stage and goblins of opportunity. Action 2&3: Cast Produce Flame against the Warchanter. Attack check vs AC, [roll0], if successful, [roll1], doubled with an additional [roll2] persistent fire damage if the attack is a critical success. If I am hit in combat, I will use the Shield Block reaction to block the attack with the magic ward (Hardness 5).

[DrK]

With some skill and daring the heroes put the goblins to the sword (or staff/bow/shiv in the back...). Jon enhances his staff that grows thick knobbled ridges and then handily crushes the goblin that had dared to attack him. Beside him Lysander hacks the goblin that had attacked him near in half before rolling over the cart and stabbing the warchanter deep in the side, the song ending in a pathetic mewling howl... one ended second later as Jannis's arows strikes home silencing the small beast once and for all.

The two flame wielding ones don't last much longer either as Rasxim vaults off a handy barrel and neatly guts the goblin from behind. Nearby his brother shots the last of the goblins with a poisoned bolt, the goblin howling with the hissing poison burning it before running away its eyes closed in pain - and running directly into the wall of a house, the crack of its skull distinct over the screams in the square.

As the chaos reigns Father Zantus runs over to the middle. "My friends. Praise Desna you were all here to stop this menace. Are you any of injured, my acolytes and I can tend to any wounds."

Even as he speaks more screams and shouts and a high pitched screeching like a cross between a rat ad dog and the barking of a real dog can be heard from the main gate to the North

[stack]

"My wounds will keep." Jon answers over his shoulder as he heads toward the sounds.move up to 3 actions, depending on distance, if actions remain they depend on situation.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 15\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------


As the chaos reigns Father Zantus runs over to the middle. "My friends. Praise Desna you were all here to stop this menace. Are you any of injured, my acolytes and I can tend to any wounds."

Even though the mercenary can well hear the sounds of battle coming from up north and clearly sees Jon running to help the defenders at the Gate, he's in no rush and jumps at the opportunity of being healed by Father Zantus - Lysander may pray to Calistria, but Desna is good enough when you're bleeding.

"One of these nitwits got me in the leg, I would appreciate if any of you could patch me up." a pained smile, hand pointing at the gash in the leg "And I guess it's not over still. Hope I won't be needing your services again this day, Father."

[Farmerbink]

This time his efforts are rewarded, and at least one hostile voice goes silent.

As Father Zantus approaches, Jannis quickly lowers his head respectfully. "With your blessing, I will give chase as well, Father. There may be more injured by the gate."

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

I assume Father Zantus will give Jannis permission to go with the rest of the group. Three stride actions, unless two puts him in line of sight to a Goblin or one of their nasty dogs. If possible, attack with the bow:
[roll0] attack
[roll1] damage and deadly: [roll2]

[Selion]

Kash- Gnome Alchemist (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348282)
Active Status
Goblin Song: -1 Will Saves and Perception



It's just a little burn, but what if a little burn could be a hindrance?
I need to fight these goblins, for Sandpoint and for SCIENCE, and I must do it in top condition, so hurry, heal me!





if still in combat mode
1)load the crossbow with a poisonous bolt
2)move
3)move



4 batches - 6/8 giant centipede venom
1 batch - 1/2 blight bombs
1 batch - 2 acid flasks

Familiar abilities
extra reagents
share senses

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield (10 Minutes).
Conditions: None.

Alexej shouted over the din, "FATHER ZANTUS! I've some families, and their children here, keep them safe. They are Sandpoint's future." He looked at the odd assortment of defenders, acknowledging those few he knew with a curt nod, he seemed about to speak then the screams and braying of dogs caught his ear.

"Shall we then? Once more into the breach?!?" And as he spoke he moved towards the sound of chaos, his fingers beginning to glow with arcane fire.

OOC: If a single stride will bring me into position, I will use Burning Hands to damage the largest cluster of goblins, or Produce flame to damage a single target, if a cone would also damage innocents or party members. Otherwise I will keep moving towards the sounds of combat, let me know and I will roll in OOC.

[10mac]

Rasxim listened to the noises from the gate and addressed his brother Kash:

"Hey kash let's go! Let's not waste time chatting that the action continues!"


Rasxim waits for his brother to be healed and then runs with him to the gate

[DrK]

Father Zantus motions and Alexis, a lovely friendly acolyte of Densa with long flowing blonde hair tied with purple ribbons runs forwards and offers healing to Kash and Lysander. A furrowed brow briefly as she concentrates on the wounds, and a muttered "Hmm, sorry, it felt harder than normal. Normally the Goddess does not resist our prayers to heal"

OOC: She does a 3 action heal to heal 8 hit points to everyone within 30ft

Zantus nods to Jannis, "Go with Goddess". The last word a bit more strained as there is sounds of shouting and panic from the North Gate and you can hear the sounds of fighting and trouble. Even as Kash and Lysander are healed Jon, Jannis and Alexej sprint towards the gate. they get to the gate moments ahead of the others and are there just in time to hear the high pitched scream of a horse that collapses spraying blood as a savage looking goblin riding a mangy looking giant rat dog with 3 more savage goblins running behind it.


https://rpgrunkleplaysgames.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/goblin_rat_rider.png?w=598

The goblins howl with glee as they advance upon a noble looking man in bloodied and ragged blue courtiers clothes who is backed up against the walls as the gobline dog advances towards him menacingly. See you the heroes racing towards the gate as his potential saviour he shouts in a high pitched squeal "Kill it, save me from that mangy beast. it killed my horse!"

https://corwyn.wdfiles.com/local--files/aldern-foxglove/Aldern%20Foxglove.jpg

OOC

Jannis, Jon and Alexej are ~40ft from the advancing goblins (20ft from the gate where Aldern is)

Lysander, Kash and Rasxim are 1 full turn of running from the gate

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------


Father Zantus motions and Alexis, a lovely friendly acolyte of Desna with long flowing blonde hair tied with purple ribbons runs forwards and offers healing to Kash and Lysander. A furrowed brow briefly as she concentrates on the wounds, and a muttered "Hmm, sorry, it felt harder than normal. Normally the Goddess does not resist our prayers to heal"

Alexis' words leave Lysander even more jaded than usual - Sandpoint is not his hometown, he has no friends here and still he's shedding his own blood to defend it even though no one will pay him but it seems for Desna is not enough, as always it's never enough. The mercenary tightens the grip on his sword and looks north, where the fight still rages on; then he sighs and gives Alexis a crooked smile "No worries, it's a weird day overall." and starts running towards the gate, anger in his eyes and a need to unleash his rage on the first goblin he sees.

Lysander just runs towards the fight.

[stack]

Jon closes, moving toward the man, getting within spell range and positioning himself to interpose between the nobleman and his attackers momentarily. Lighting again leaps out, striking the rider and mount.1. Stride 25 ft towards the noble
2 & 3: Electric arc [roll0] Basic Reflex DC 16

12/19 HP, 17 AC

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield (10 Minutes).
Conditions: None.

Alexej moved hastily forwards, looking with disdain to the cowering noble. "Stay down, m'lord," he sneered as he drew his hands up, spreading his fingers, his thumbs touching to create the semblance a fan. "Let's send these slagging bastards to hell."

And with an incantation in ancient Thessaloniki a gout of flames sprouted from his outstretched hands rolling over the goblin raiders.

OOC:
A single stride, 25 ft, should bring me to the nobleman. Then I will cast Burning Hands, a 15' cone catching as many goblins as possible, for [roll0] fire damage, Reflex Save, DC 17.

[10mac]

Rasxim Warcryntover (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348156)
CN Gnome Rogue, Level 1,
HP 18/18, Speed 25f, AC 17, Class DC 17
Fort 5, Ref 9, Will 5, Perc 5
Shortsword +7 (1d6+4 P) Group Swords, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S
Dagger +7 (1d4+4 P) group Knife, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S, thrown 10f
Hand Crossbow +7 (1d6 P) group Bow
Abilities Str 8, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Conditions: none
Cantrip: Guidance


Rasxim hears to the sounds of battle and suddenly apostrophes his brother:
"Come on Kash! Hurry up oterhwise we will loose all the funny moments! Let's go killing goblins!"
Rasxim pulls his brother away and runs toward the gate.


Rasxim runs toward the gate.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis scowls as the horse falls. He's seen more than a few animals die over the years, but it's always been controlled; quick and painless, makes it easier on the animals and easier on the people. He doesn't need the nobleman's instruction to raise his bow and sight down the arrow at the offending Goblins. "Lord Erastil, lay your hands on this community. We bleed this day."

Jannis lets out a low, steady breath, stares at the mounted Goblin, and releases his arrow.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 0/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

Cast Bless (https://pf2.d20pfsrd.com/spell/bless/), granting +1 to-hit for me, and anyone within 5'. Could be no one else, since I want to maintain 30'+ for the longbow.

Attack the mounted Goblin, counting the +1 from bless.
[roll0] attack
[roll1] damage. If critical success, double and add [roll2]

[DrK]

With people in danger the (in some cases reluctant) heroes leap into action. Even as the goblin commando atop his savage looking goblin dog races towards poor lord Foxglove the heroes arrive. Jon interposes himself between the noble and the angry goblin commando summoning lightning that crackles between the dog and its rider before a vast gout of flame engulfs both beast and rider. Both emerge from the cloud of flame burned and screaming, two other goblins who were nearby both collapsing as burned green and black piles of goo. Jannis summonsthe Gods' blessings on the heroes but his arrows go wild even as as the pair of gnomes and Lysander race to the gate...

The last goblin screams in rage at the mage and jumps towards him, small dog chopper whistling towards Alexej. The mounted creature, still traling smoke barrels towards Jannis, dog and rider chopping at the brave priest. Behind Foxglove shouts "Protect me, please save me from these green demons!"



Goblin stride and attack Alexej [roll0] dam [roll1] attack[roll2] dam [roll3]

Goblin Commando and burned goblin dog
- power attack Jon [roll4] dam [roll5]

Goblin dog jaws [roll6] dam [roll7] [roll8] dam [roll9]

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander runs towards the goblin rider, screaming out of his lungs with thunderous rage; sword wielded with both hands, he tries to chop both goblin and mount with a powerful overhead. He doesn't seem to notice Aldern Foxglove and his cries for help, the murderous gaze of the mercenary trained on the goblin.


Action 1 & 2 - Sudden Charge [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Action 3 - Strike [roll2] Damage [roll3]

Lysander attacks first the goblin, if he manages to kill it with the first attack the second one is for the mount.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis stays put, half ignoring, half preparing for the charging Goblin. "Stag God, protect me!"

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 0/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

Maintain Bless (https://pf2.d20pfsrd.com/spell/bless/) and extend range to 10' with 1 action.
Cast Shield (https://pf2.d20pfsrd.com/spell/shield/) on self with one action,

Attack the mounted Goblin, counting the +1 from bless.
[roll0] attack
[roll1] damage. If critical success, double and add [roll2]

[stack]

Jon falls to the ground, bleeding.dying 1 2, since it was a crit
recovery check (flat check with DC equal to 10+dying level) [roll0]

(I just wanted to show off the death and dying rules to everyone :smalltongue:)

result success, dying value decreased by 1 (to 01). No longer dying, now unconscious. Also wounded 1.You’re sleeping, or you’ve been knocked out. You can’t act. You take a –4 status penalty to AC, Perception, and Reflex saves, and you have the blinded and flat-footed conditions. When you gain this condition, you fall prone and drop items you are wielding or holding unless the effect states otherwise or the GM determines you’re in a position in which you wouldn’t.

If you’re unconscious because you’re dying, you can’t wake up while you have 0 Hit Points. If you are restored to 1 Hit Point or more via healing, you lose the dying and unconscious conditions and can act normally on your next turn.

If you are unconscious and at 0 Hit Points, but not dying, you naturally return to 1 Hit Point and awaken after sufficient time passes. The GM determines how long you remain unconscious, from a minimum of 10 minutes to several hours. If you receive healing during this time, you lose the unconscious condition and can act normally on your next turn.

If you’re unconscious and have more than 1 Hit Point (typically because you are asleep or unconscious due to an effect), you wake up in one of the following ways. Each causes you to lose the unconscious condition.

You take damage, provided the damage doesn’t reduce you to 0 Hit Points. If the damage reduces you to 0 Hit Points, you remain unconscious and gain the dying condition as normal.
You receive healing, other than the natural healing you get from resting.
Someone shakes you awake with an Interact action.
There’s loud noise going on around you—though this isn’t automatic. At the start of your turn, you automatically attempt a Perception check against the noise’s DC (or the lowest DC if there is more than one noise), waking up if you succeed. If creatures are attempting to stay quiet around you, this Perception check uses their Stealth DCs. Some magical effects make you sleep so deeply that they don’t allow you to attempt this Perception check.
If you are simply asleep, the GM decides you wake up either because you have had a restful night’s sleep or something disrupted that rest.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield (10 minutes).
Conditions: None.

The goblin's wild swing would have impacted with Alexej's shoulder was deflected by the arcane ward, flaring an eerie blue-white as it deflected the blow. The lean mercenary was suddenly at his side, swinging savagely at his attacker. He watched as the mounted goblin charged the large beared man, his mount snapping wildly and savaging Jon's midsection, the large man fell, his thick oaken staff rolling from his fingers.

Alexej moved quickly to his side, his hand moving in a familiar arcane pattern, as he muttered in an ancient arcane tongue. A small globule of fire stood suspended in his hand, as he threw it towards the commander's mount, hoping to set it alight and cause it to throw it's rider. "Burn filth! BURN!"

OOC: Action 1: Stride to Jon's unconscious form. Action 2&3: Cast Produce Flame against the Commander's Mount. Attack check vs AC, [roll0], if successful, [roll1], doubled with an additional [roll2] persistant fire damage if the attack is a critical success. If I am hit in combat, I will use the Shield Block reaction to block the attack with the magic ward (Hardness 5).

[10mac]

Rasxim Warcryntover (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348156)
CN Gnome Rogue, Level 1,
HP 18/18, Speed 25f, AC 17, Class DC 17
Fort 5, Ref 9, Will 5, Perc 5
Shortsword +7 (1d6+4 P) Group Swords, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S
Dagger +7 (1d4+4 P) group Knife, Agile, Finesse, Versatile S, thrown 10f
Hand Crossbow +7 (1d6 P) group Bow
Abilities Str 8, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16
Conditions: none
Cantrip: Guidance

Rasxim soon proactively approaches to the battle, relying on his tactics to gain advantage with respect to his enemies.


Action 1: move to the nearest Goblin, positioning in a manner to flank him with one of the other heroes defending the gate (if needed Acrobatics check to make a Tumble Through action: [roll0])
Action 2: Attack with shortwsord (enemy flat-footed if succesfully flanking positioned): [roll1] damage [roll2] + [roll3] if enemy flat-footed
Action 3: Attack with shortwsord (enemy flat-footed if previous check successfull): [roll4] damage [roll5] + [roll6] if enemy flat-footed

[Selion]

Kash- Gnome Alchemist
https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2348282

No trouble brother, this is fun



Action 1: attack with the crossbow the goblin on Alexej [roll0], damage [roll1] + [roll2] Poison (DC 17 fort)
Action 2: reload
Action 3: attack with the crossbow the goblin on Alexej [roll3], damage [roll4] + [roll5] Poison (DC 17 fort)

It the target is killed with attack 1 the second one is on the goblin dog on Jannis

Giant Centipede Venom: Saving Throw DC 17 Fortitude; Maximum Duration 6 rounds; Stage 1 1d6 poison damage (1 round); Stage 2 1d8 poison damage and flat-footed (1 round); Stage 3 1d12 poison damage, clumsy 1, and flat-footed (1 round)

[DrK]

The fighting by the gate hangs in the balance for a second as Jon falls and the smoking goblin and his mount loom above the fallen druid. Then the rest of the pary arrive in a flurry of attacks. Jannis launches an arrow catching the goblin in the shoulder before the goblin is thrown clear as the wounded goblin dog is consumed in a pillar of fire once more from Alexej.

Even as that happens Lysander and Rasxim spring into action. The goblin though is nimble, quick, and to Lysander's surprise quite skilled as it dodges his first blow then solidly parries the second! But it distracts him for a second as the gnome rolls behind it and with a deft flick of his wrist reaches around and casually slits its throat, a momentary look of sadness on its face as the unfairness of the duel!

the last goblin looks to run for a second before Kash's bolts thud into its side. It makes it three steps before the poison overcomes its system and it drops foaming to the rough muddy path....

as the last of the goblin's by the gat falls, you can hear the shouts and screams from within the town to turning to shouts and cheers and a in the distance you can see small shapes fleeing towards the woods around the town. It would appear that, at least for the time being, the raid is over! The nobleman looks at you, his eyes focusing on Alexej most of all. "My lord Magister, you were most impressive, you and your.... he pauses looking for a suitable description, "companions. My thanks, I am lord Foxglove, you must have heard of me... Thanks be to the Gods, and Desna, but those beasts did kill my horse! Finest Taldan stock no less."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Even though the mercenary isn't the one that strikes the killing blow, watching the goblin die puts a satisfied grin on his face; now that the fights seems to be over, Lysander relaxes a bit and appreciatively nods to Raxsim and looks dismissively to Jon, slowly shaking his head "Saw lots of fellows like this one - they believe themselves to be invincible, don't pace themselves and get shanked; should've accepted Zantus' help." then turns towards Jannis "Guess he's all yours - he could still be alive, otherwise you might put a good word with Desna." and said that, he does what most soldiers do after a battle - he starts looting the corpses of the fallen enemies, trying to find anything valuable. Foxglove's words do not seem to move him much, he even scoffs and shakes his head "Better your horse than you. And the big fellow there was gutted by the little pests, kinda feel you should consider yourself lucky to having lost just your ride."

Lysander starts looting, it matters little if he finds anything - it's just to show others that he's motivated by greed

[Farmerbink]

Jannis dashes forward, emotions mixing in the wake of a well-aimed shot and a potential death among the people of Sandpoint. "Hang on, man! I've got you!" He begins thinking through the incantations before he arrives, falling quickly to his knees beside Jon's bleeding form. He quickly folds one hand over the other over the wound rapidly spilling blood into the dirt. "Old Deadeye, let your light flow through me! Staunch his wound! Bind him with your warmth and return him to us, whole and hale!"

He closes his eyes, pressing down tightly to stymie the blood flow, and raises his head towards the heavens. using 3 actions to cast heal- everyone within 30 feet gets [roll0] HP

As Jon's breathing stabilizes, Jannis exhales in relief. "Praise be. He'll live." He looks around the rest of the group, carefully noting that everyone seems largely uninjured after casting his spell.

Only then does Jannis address Lord Foxglove. "I'm glad you're safe also. Did you happen to see where they came from? Truly, you must be lucky or blessed to have survived on your own against so many. The loss of your mount is unfortunate, surely." He nods stoically, offering a hand in greeting, should the man care to take it.

He suddenly glances back towards the square as the sounds become less "oh no" and more "thank the gods!" "That's a relief. I had better head back and see if there are any other wounded to tend."

[DrK]

As the battle ends and Jannis's powerful pulse of healing washes over Jon and the others healing all their wounds you are soon joined by the strict looking Sheriff Hemlock along with 4 other members of the militia, all with various long pointed weapons. The tough looking sheriff looks at the carnage and grins, "Aye, well, you've saved me some trouble here. My thanks, thanks from the whole village for your service."

https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/docs-golarion/images/e/eb/Sheriff_hemlock.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/340?cb=20141014194646

He pauses, posting the militia to guard and keep watch and nods to you all. "Please come to the Hagfish, we can toast victory." The invitation seems genuine and he has seen action in the raid if his green blood splattered axe and armour is to be believed.

Lord Foxglove, pauses and interrupts "Pish Sheriff, the Hagfish, I wouldn't drink that swill. I am at the Rusty Dragon, these fine people saved my life and only the finest will do for them. " He grins and gestures to the distant roof of the Rusty Dragon.

OOC
Your choice of pub

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------


The tough looking sheriff looks at the carnage and grins, "Aye, well, you've saved me some trouble here. My thanks, thanks from the whole village for your service."

"Pfff, nothing. Seems the green vermins had little interest in pillaging." the mercenary stands up after he went through the pockets and satchels of the goblins, a disappointed look on his face; when the sheriff arrives, he tilts his head and gives the guard a crooked smile "Well, I was hoping your gratitude would be more tangible; still, I won't refuse a drink or two. And I'm with Lord Foxglove here, much better the Rusty Dragon than the Hagfish. Ameiko Kaijitsu would be a sight for sore eyes, unless any of you prefer to look at Jargie Quinn dancing." a small chuckle, now relaxing after the bloodshed and showing more camaraderie to the people that fought with him - giving them a pat on their shoulder, shaking their hand, complimenting them for their actions.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods grimly, pleased with the outcome but sorely disturbed by the events of the last few minutes. "Do we have any idea what they came for?" he asks the sheriff. Lysander's comment about looting only drives the cleric's frown deeper. "If it wasn't for plunder, why bother? Surely the scattered tribes don't think they can conquer Sandpoint? It would be suicide to try!" He gestures to the dead Goblins as indication thereof, surrounded by a handful of capable men who remain (or are returned to) largely uninjured. He mutters quietly, a sour look on his face as he considers the possible implications.


"And I'm with Lord Foxglove here, much better the Rusty Dragon than the Hagfish. Ameiko Kaijitsu would be a sight for sore eyes, unless any of you prefer to look at Jargie Quinn dancing."

Jannis turns his attention suddenly to the sort-of-familiar mercenary, an unreadable look on his face until he snorts with involuntary laughter at the mental image of the peg-legged man dancing. "Hear hear!" he calls, smiling. "If we get to pick, my vote is the Dragon." Before long, his expression turns introspective again. "I still don't like this," he mutters, mostly to himself. "Makes no sense at all."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej looked at the Sheriff and shrugged as Foxglove interrupted, he shook his head and clapped a hand onto the larger man's shoulder, "Did you hear Sheriff?! After his recent turn of fortune, Lord Foxglove returns home, and in sincerest thanks for the hard working militia, those men and women who saved his properties in the town, has offered to pay for a round at Dragon?! Invite those who are not on duty, and after a round you and I shall take a skin and share a drink with your men still on post."

While remaining in the rear of the group, close to the Sheriff, he followed the crowd towards the Rusty Dragon. An odd assortment had come together, however, despite their differences they had worked well together. Something to ponder for future endeavors in the region, to be sure.

[DrK]

The inside of the Rusty Dragon is a warm and comforting place. Thick wooden benches, rug covered benches and strange silken wall hangings depicting scenes and beasts from far of Tien hang on the walls and the smells of ale and spiced meats and stews with strange foreign spices from over the mountains at the roof of the world hand in he air. As you arrive with Lord Foxglove leading you in there is a round of cheers from the pub and you can see Ameiko trotting towards you.

She approaches Lysander and offers him a strong embrace, then the same to Jon and Jannis. "My heroes. You saved me, my wagon and the town.." before she can say more Lord Foxglove intervenes, resting a hand on Alexej's shoulder. "They did indeed Mistress Kaijitsu. Saved me they did and my appreciation is a round on the house..." he cries tossing a heavy velvet purse to the bar to a loud cheer.

You are welcomed in and sat down at a large table and drinks soon arrive. Foxglove looks to you all "So, heroes of the raid, what has brought you to this flyspeck town? You do not seem like natives born to it?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis follows along comfortably, bantering amiably with Lord Foxglove as they traverse the town. He pauses only briefly at the doorway of the Rusty Dragon, bowing his head in thought or reverence. Once inside, he accepts the hug from Ameiko, trying and failing utterly to hide the beginning of a flush on his neck. He seems to relax a bit as her attention turns elsewhere, though his expression is odd; strained.

His voice mingles with the rest as Foxglove's coin hits the bar emphatically. He perhaps a little overzealously reaches for the first round, and all-but throws it back in a single pull. With an urgent expression, he cajoles the Halfling maid Bethana into bringing him a second tankard quick on the heels the first. He's a tad more patient when he starts in on his second ale, but still obviously a bit out of sorts.

When Lord Foxglove turns the attention to the newcomers, he actually sighs- though it's mostly lost among the throng and celebration. He's immensely more comfortably with the spotlight pointed elsewhere, and almost comically bad about feigning otherwise. "Yes, I recognize a few of you, but wouldn't say we're well known." He rises briefly, offering a polite bow to his companions. "For those of you who don't already know, I'm called Jannis Sotheby. I'm an apprentice now to Father Zantus, and perhaps it's a good thing!" he chuckles warmly as he retakes his seat, raising his mostly full second tankard to his lips.

If you care, "Jannis" is meant to be pronounced like "John" + "Hiss" without the H. Jah-niss

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander's clearly taken aback by Ameiko's hug - it's not like he did everything he did to save Sandpoint yet someone is showing him kindness and gratitude; he nods curtly to the Rusty Dragon's mistress and hastily takes his sit at the table, drinking greedily from his tankard and than wiping his mouth with the back of the hand.

"Lysander. I'm a sellsword." a shrugs, seems pretty clear that the mercenary doesn't like much talking about himself. Now that the battle has ended and emotions are not running hot, he seems more subdued; he points the tankard at Jannis and awkwardly asks "Do you know that lovely lass, Alexis?" a brief pause "She said Desna was resisting her request to heal me. Why would she do that?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis starts as the questioning goes in an unexpected direction (he was focused on Zantus when Alexis struggled to heal the party). "Alexis? Young blonde lady? Yeah, I know her, we're both acolytes. She said.. what?" His confusion is clear and genuine. After a few breaths, he shakes his head to the negative. "I'm sorry, I really don't know. She hasn't seemed to struggle any more than the rest of us, and I managed just fine... Desna isn't... well, I pray to Erastil anyway, but none of the gods we serve are particularly fickle..."

He lapses into a brief confused silence, clearly disturbed by the thoughts.

[Zero Prime]

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Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej looked uncomfortable as Foxglove's hand unexpectedly touched his shoulder, he moved slowly to remove it, before taking a sip of his spiced wine, "Alexej Vladislav, born in village much smaller than this in Irrisen. Travelled south, by weal or woe, and once free, and during my journeys discovered a talent for blowing schite up, and today, that talent proved useful in defense of your home." He raised a cup, nodding his head, "And of that I am glad."

[stack]

Jon picks himself slowly off the ground, grimacing as he stretches and checks his wounds.

.........

At the dragon, he introduces himself. "Jon Green, wanderer that passes through periodically. Known to some here."

[DrK]

Even as the festivities continue long into the evening and you relax into each others companies the inn fills up rapidly as stories from across the town of peoples' exploits and battle against the goblin. There is some sadness as toasts are made to those who died, Aldern giving a long and moving toast to Montgomery his fallen horse to many cheers. Throughout the evening AMeiko is attentive to the table making sure to keep Lysander and Jon's glasses in particular filled to the brim with the finest of her home brewed ales.

Even as the evening begins to get more ribald and exciting there is a faint hiss from the door and an elderly looking man enters the room. The crowd parting partly from respect, partly from you think fear. Several of the party recognise him as Lonjiku_Kaijitsu, the owner of the glass house, the largest glass foundry for 10's of miles and Ameiko's father. He's one of the richest men in the town and feared for his influence and his foul temper.


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He approaches the table and then in a sharp stataco Tien begins berating Ameiko, her eyes fill with water and she screams back in Taldan, "No father, I do not know where he is, he is not my responsibility and why can't we celebrate.. He continues to shout at her, his voice rising loudly as he whole inn soon draws to a halt...

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej looked to his companions then back to the argument that the Sandpoint locals were trying so hard to ignore. Finally he shook his head, "Can't let a man berate our hostess, can we?" As he approached the elder noble, he did so from Ameiko's rear, so the man would know that Alexej had her back in this confrontation, "Master Kaijitsu, is it?" A curt smile, "We are merely here to celebrate Sandpoint's noble defense against today's raid and to mourn the passing of her citizenry. Our dear hostess," a nod indicated the woman, his daughter, "has already answered your inquiry. So please, join us for a drink, celebrate another day you can continue to draw breath, and sit a while. Enlighten me on the fine art of glassworks. Or ...,"

As his voice trailed off, his fingers traced an arcane sigil in the air, and a phosphorescent glow appeared, trailing behind his fingers as he gathered the arcane power to him, "you can leave."

OOC: Casting Prestidigitation to cause funky cool glowing runes that flare as Alexej's speech becomes sterner, and making an Intimidation check to cow the older man. Hoping me being rude as **** will draw some of the heat off of his daughter. Intimidation [roll0].

[Farmerbink]

Jannis sits at the table, too scared or respectful to intervene in an obvious (to him) family conflict. He reaches out and gently but firmly pulls Bethana close as she passes by. "Surely you've picked up some Tien working with her, what's she talking about?" he asks, obviously curious and hopeful he can help somehow.

When Alexej rises, he shakes his head to the negative. "Not now," he whispers, eyes wide. "She can-" His pleas obviously fall on deaf ears as the evoker takes something of a hard-line with the old man. Somehow, for some reason, that proves to be the moment that brings Jannis to action. "Master Kaijitsu," he almost interrupts Alexej, taking advantage of his weighty pause. "Come share a round! Tomorrow has worries enough for itself. We have survived an untimely attack, and will search out the why with tomorrow's dawn. Be merry!"

Good cop, bad cop? Probably should have trained Diplomacy...
[roll0] diplomacy to give some carrot to the stick

[stack]

Jon does his best to not look like he is keeping an eye on the matter while, in fact, doing so.Overt actions and words from strangers were unlikely to avail in what appeared to be a part of a long-running family drama. If Ameiko wished to enlighten them afterwards, that was her business.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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As it happened in the square earlier that evening, Ameiko has no shortage of people willing to defend her; Lysander just glances towards the two Kaijitsu and then keeps drinking and talking to the people still at the table "Jon, right? Well, if all wanderers could fry goblins like you do guess roads would be safer."

[stack]

Jon chuckles, "I usually manage to stay on my feet. Hard to take your time with so many people in danger."

[DrK]

THe younger server looks with wide eyes at the screaming match then glances down with a surprised jerk as Jannis tugs on her sleeve. she leans down, whispering quietly, clearly scare by the rude Lonjiku. "Its her father. He's one of the richest men in town, but he's a horror since Ameiko's mother died years ago in Magnimar. He hates that Ameiko ran away to be an adventurer and now runs an Inn. Dotes on Tsuto her brother, even though he's a nasty piece of work." She looks up at the argument, then back to Jannis. "Same as always, he wants her to go to Magnimar and run the Glass works there with a proper job."

As Lysander and Jon watch the family drama unfold Alexej rises, the sudden move startling Lonjiku who initially just scowls before taking a step back as Alexej hardens his approach. He snaps something to Ameiko that makes the serving girl blush, and turns to Alexej. But before he an asnwer Ameiko screams something back, picking up Alexej's glass and hurls it at her father, the glass shattering on his chest!

In the startled silence Jannis's words fall on deaf ears. The angrered man stares at alexej, and snarls "Great, more adventurers, Brigands with weapons that destroy the peace..." then looking at his daughter he snaps in common tongue, "I give you one more chance before you push me too far and disgrace your mother even further if that were possible. I will be in the Glassworks, you can come and apologise if you wish."" he sneers the last and marches towards the door brushing glass from his chest, a glance at your table. "Adventurer's are not welcome, so don't come and buy anything.", then in Tien he barks something esle though the only word you recognise is "Tsuto".

As he leaves Ameiko bursts into tears and slumps down on the bench beside Lysander, and without pausing takes a long swig of his ale. "I'm sorry." She sobs, "I hate it when he comes here, it would be easier if he just left the dammned glassworks to Tsuto and went to Magnimar." Trying to pull herself together she smiles weakly at Lysander, "I'll get you another. Please, relax, I'll get more drinks for and thanks for trying to help" - the last said to Jannis and Alexej.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Lysander is about to say something to Jon but then Ameiko decides to put an end to her conversation with Lonjiku in quite the spectacular way, so the sellsword bursts into a hearty laughter and points his finger to the old Kaijitsu; half-drunk, he waves his hand as to drive away Ameiko's father and yells "Liked you better during the festival, when you didn't say a word!" then chuckles and he's about to drink more, but the tankard is stolen by the mistress of the Rusty Dragon. He sighs, shakes his head and says with a wide grin on his face "No worries, I will get you another. Seems you need it more than me. And maybe you could tell us what was all the ruckus about." so he stands and wobblingly tries to reach the counter to get more ale.

[stack]

Jon catches her eye and simply says, "Family, what can you do?" with a shrug.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis blushes faintly, and tries to play it off. "I've seen more than a few family scuffles. Somehow, they're always worse at the time- but they always shape up right!" He tries to smile encouragingly. Having come from a large, loving, and close family, he doesn't really understand the depths of conflict running through the Kaijitsu clan.

"He'll come around," he murmurs, as their friend's patriarch storms off in a huff. Turning to Ameiko, it's clear she isn't as optimistic, and his smile falters. "I mean, he's family, right?" he finishes lamely.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej nodded, a sad expression on his face, "Family's complicated," he said softly, looking towards Ameiko. "I just hope we didn't make matters worse for you," noting her tears, "come, come," he placed a hand on her elbow, "let's go get the next round." He then turned trying to lead the woman towards the kitchen, where she could take a rest without the eyes of strangers on her as she bore the weight of her father's outrage.

OOC: Just trying to get her to somewhere private so she can collect herself before trying to deal with her customers once again.

[DrK]

Ameiko collects herself and then thanks Lysander as he staggers back to the table with a tray of stout wooden tankards. "My thanks, I'm okay," she says to Jannis. "But thank you. I'm ok really. He just winds me up. He doesn't like the inn and has never forgiven me for leaving home when I was younger."

As she pays her eyes dry and musician in the corner starts up again she rises, "Well. I've put on a show but I'd better go and sort things out eh. These folk won't feed themselves." After thanking you once again she bustles back to her kitchen

Sitting opposite you Foxglove blows a low whistle. "Well my friends. What a night eh! Even more lively than I'd have expected." Offering a toast he looks to you, "Well, you'll have the rum of the town tomorrow as heroes but in a few days I'm having a friend visit from the city. I've promised him a boat to hunt. Would you join me?"


So feel free to play out your evening in the pub, otherwise we can move onto the next morning. If you don't have rooms elsewhere you'll be offered a bunk room in the Rusty Dragon

[stack]

Jon considers the invitation, "There is good eating on a boar, but I am not much of a shot I fear. May come along regardless, thank you."

[DrK]

As the even wears on and beer and wine flow regurlalry to the table Alexej and Lysander make enquires amongst some of the locals of the women that they noticed in the crowds. One of the barmaids looks at Alexej as he describes the red head and shakes her head before pinching the young mage on the cheeks. "Eee me dear. You want to watch the likes of Shayliss Vinder. She ain't nothing but trouble. Her father runs the General Store and she can fix you up with what you need... But mind, her dad is pretty strong and he don;t take kindly to lads look at his daughter."

For Lysander its Jannis who can shed some light on where young Alexis might be but is informed that the young priestess is probably either at the Cathedral looking after the injured or if she's tired from day's events will have gone back home. He also found out that she stays on hook street near the docks with Hannah Velerin, the herbalist / midwife / healer that deals with those who prefer to avoid Father Zantus's healing with a sermon!

Foxglove claps Jon on the shoulder, happy he'll come and looks at Alexej with a grin, "And you my fine wizarding saviour, will you come and roast the boar in its juices?" ...

------

After a while the night draws to a close and you are able to stagger drunkely up tp the rooms that Ameiko has provided, nice rooms, with two comfortable and clean beds, a low desk and a pair of chamber pots in each. Nicer than the barracks or a cold cell in the church and soon you can all enjoy a night of drunken sleep and awake refreshed to the smell of freshly baked bread and the sweet smell of Ameiko's relatively well known strange deep fried battered dough balls stuffed with a home made berry preserve. All of you are able to enjoy breakfast before as the crowds grow with people getting a bite before heading out to start their day you see the grizzled Sheriff Hemlock arriving and approaching the table. He nods to you all. "THe Hagfish was good, but I heard you and eventful night here eh?" Grinning he drags a stout wooden chair across to join you. "I have a favour to ask of you, You all seem quite handy, and I have a strange problem. Zantus came to see me, said that the doors to the crpyt in the Boneyard had been opened in the raid, he sent in one of the young lads, Jerren, but the wee lad hasn't returned and Zantus fears the worst. THe crypt is old, couple of hundred years old some say and has a couple of levels. Zantus is a concerned the boy have fallen and hurt himself, or worse a gobbo or two may have been left behind. But either way with my men on the walls, injured or helping flush out any stray goblins - already found 3 today hiding in attics or under a floorboard - I'm short manned. Could you ye have a look?"

[Farmerbink]

Foxglove's offer meets raised eyebrows from Jannis. "Boar, you say?" Clearly intrigued, he can't help but hide his enthusiasm as they discuss the prospect. "I've been on a few hunts with my pa and his friends," he boasts. "'Always good to have a helping hand in the back', he'd say. Never did give me credit for the shot that brought it down. Good hunting, and even better eating! You can count me in-" he blinks, concern creeping into his features. "Er, that is as long as Father Zantus will let me. I can't miss my studies," he admits with a frown. Still, it doesn't last long. "He's pretty reasonable, though. I'll probably just have to do a little extra before or after!"

Jannis enjoys the rest of the evening thoroughly, and winds up stumbling up the stairs quite a bit later than would have satisfied the demanding cleric. He snores loudly in the room, perhaps to the dismay of whoever shares it, and wakes with a fuzzy head and a dull ache behind the eyes, several minutes after first light.

Around the table, Jannis is the first to respond, rising to his feet. "Of course we'll help!" he cries, wincing at his own outburst. "Ugh. I'm guessing Zantus sent you here knowing where we were. I'm gonna take this as his instruction for me." He glances around at his seated companions, all suddenly better known than the day before.

"Er, you all will come too, right? Bows aren't the best for close quarters, but I'll be ready with a spell or two."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

The evening

"Not much of a hunter. But I can provide security for a reasonable fee. I kill for coin, not for sport." the sellsword just shrugs, seemingly bothered by something; then points with the head to Jannis and says, maybe a bit too forcefully "Need your help. Tomorrow. Want to talk with that lass. Alexis, I mean. Better if there's another priest."

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The morning

Main problem of heavy drinking is that you might not be fit to go home on your legs, so the offer to sleep at the Rusty Dragon is well-received by Lysander that in the morning shows all the signs of a serious hangover. When Hemlock asks for help, the mercenary grumbles and says with pained voice "Favours do not fill bellies, Sheriff. Spare some coins and I will go take a look: five shields' my fee, or one gold sail if I have to kill something."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.


"And you my fine wizarding saviour, will you come and roast the boar in its juices?"

Alexej looked at the man, this friendship, was perhaps the avenue towards a patron who could fund his reasearch, and as such, should be cultivated. He nodded, humbly, "While my skill with spear and bow are sufficiently lacking, I am sure I can entertain with my humle magicks at a hunting lodge once you have successfully taken down the beast." In a manner befitting a drunken man, he bowed low, sloshing his ale, before calling for another. "'twould be my honor!"

He finished off his evening with ale, however, he was sure to space such drinking with clean, fresh water, so he would not suffer from his drinking on the morning. It never benefitted one to dull their wits such they should suffer for the previous evenings enjoyment. And so it was through the night, he toasted his comrades, their bravery, and courage, all while trying to determine the measure of their character.

The following morning, he came down to the common room, partaking of a modest breakfast of spiced sausages, some runny eggs, a crust of thick bread, and a cup of spiced tea. He did, however, partake of the odd sweet smelling dough, nodding his approval at their host Ameiko. "Our thanks for this fine repast, and for last night's accommodations my lady!" It was then he noted the sheriff moving through the crowd towards their table.


"Zantus is a concerned the boy have fallen and hurt himself, or worse a gobbo or two may have been left behind. But either way with my men on the walls, injured or helping flush out any stray goblins - already found 3 today hiding in attics or under a floorboard - I'm short manned. Could you ye have a look?"

Before Alexej could answer, his companions spoke, first Jannis. To which Alexej just nodded in agreement as the man offered the company's services. Then the mercenary spoke, brusquely demanding payment for such an endeavor. Alexej shook his head, and slid a gold crown across the table, "Our companion does not seem to understand that Sandpoint has lost some of it's defenders in yesterday's raid, and that you come to us because your duty and that of your guards has to be the entirety of the citizenry, and not a single rumor of a missing person, of which there must be many from yesterday's chaos." He turned to Lysander, "I'll pay the measure you demand of our already taxed Sheriff, but in so doing you are my man in this endeavor, agreeable?"

[DrK]

THe sheriff gives Lysander a hard unimpressed look before nodding his thanks to Alexej and hurrying out the Inn as another guard pops his head, "Another one Hem', grab your sword eh.." The sheriff nods to your table. "My thanks. Sister Alexis will meet you by the wall around the tomb, she's the one with the most concern for the boy."

Finishing a slow breakfast you head up the streets towards the mount at the north end of the town where atop the cliffs the Cathedral that was the site of yesterday's excitement is. As you walk up hook street a few folk wave and shout out their thanks, or offer a promise of a good deal if you come back to their shop later. A few sadly have hung long purple streamers around their doors, marking where Desna's dreams are all that now holds a loved one.

The tomb lies in the grounds of the the cathedral. A stout stone building with Pharasma's ravens carved into each of the 4 corner butresses, the double doors now ajar and in front of them pacing is the nervous looking Sister Alexis.


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The young lady see's you coming and runs to meet you, a hand holding up the edges of her blue robes. You can see blood stains marring the sleeves and tails of the dress, and a bandage is wrapped around her arm. She smiles in greeting. "Ah, Jannis, thanks be that Hemlock found you. We heard some cries and I'm too scared to head on alone. Will you and the rest help me?" She grins warmly at Alexej and Jon and nods to Lysander. "How do you fare today Master Lysander? I heard you were quite the hero?"

As she looks back to the crypt she nods at the ajar door and the darkness beyond, "I heard the doors opening so I think he's gone down to the lower crypt. at the the very least."

[Farmerbink]

"Alexis, eh?" Jannis responds curiously to Hemlock- decidedly less clever than he feels. "We'll head over right-" he pauses, surprised, as the sheriff gets dragged away again... "-away."

Rising just a hair unsteadily, Jannis leads the party across town, gladly responding in kind to the polite gestures and ensuring a few shop owners that he'll take them up on their offer. On their course across town, he makes the opportunity to nudge Lysander playfully on the arm. "Guess you won't need my help finding Alexis after all!" he chortles- probably louder than he meant to.

Jannis bows respectfully as they cross onto the cathedral grounds, and nods to Alexis as the priestess comes running. "You're coming too? If you think it's for the best, I guess that's fine with us. More friends in dark places never hurt anyone that I heard of."

He strides purposefully to the doorway of the crypt, where he pauses to mark out the spiral of Pharasma on his chest. "We enter your domain with respect for the fallen, and condemnation for any raised again." Only after observing suitable respect, does he draw a torch from his pack and light it. He draws a sickle with his other hand, and steps carefully into the darkness.

For clarity, Jannis is not necessarily leading into the crypt. Just posting that we are. He's still unarmored, and doesn't have a death wish.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights.
Conditions: None.

Alexej listened carefully to the exchange between Jannis and Lysander. Alexis, eh? He thought to himself, he kept those thoughts to himself, no need to nettle the mercenary further after he had already paid his wages for the expedition. At the Sister's comment to Lysander, Alexej chuckled, "He saved commoner, and noble alike. Truly a man of valor and discretion." He bowed slightly to the woman as she informed them of the situation, and then as they prepared to enter the dark chamber, he closed his eyes. "With permission, Sister, allow me to illuminate the byways and pathways of the catacombs. Perhaps the boy will be attracted to the light."

With a complex gesture and movement of his hands, a slow intonation in an ancient tongue, and four globes of ghostly blue flame appeared in his hand, and as he tossed them into the air, two globes floated ahead of the group and two behind, illumining the entire group and the corridor ahead and behind.

OOC: Casting Dancing Lights, and entering with the group, like Jannis, I am hoping to stay in the central body of the group.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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"I'll pay the measure you demand of our already taxed Sheriff, but in so doing you are my man in this endeavor, agreeable?"

"Pfff, spare me the lecture." Lysander waves Alexej away, a grimace that ends in a yawn; the sight of gold seems however much more interesting than words so the sellsword shrugs and pockets the coin "A sail's a sail. Don't care who's paying me as long as I get paid. Fine, I'll follow you, check about this wee lad and kill whatever needs killing." so the mercenary stands up, still a bit uncertain on his legs after the revelries of the previous night. When Jannis playfully jabs at him, he looks at the priest a bit confused and shakes his head "Never had any need of your help to find her. Want to talk to her. Better if there's another priest." and by the tone of his voice, the conversation Lysander plans to have with her won't probably be of romantic nature - something gnawing at him.

At the temple Lysander greets Alexis with a nod, frowning at the priestess' words and bluntly answering to her "Was probably another Lysander. Anyway, I would like to have a word with you after we find this Jerren." and with that said he draws his sword, still bloodstained; even though he positions himself at the head of the group, he moves cautiously and addresses the rest of the group with a low, tense voice "Doors and corners. That's where they usually get you. Watch out for doors and corners." and with eyes and ears peeled he tries to understand if there's someone in the crypt.

Lysander is at the forefront of the group. Here's a Perception roll:
[roll0]

[stack]

Jon rapidly agrees to go along, happy to lend a hand...
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Outside the entrance, he volunteers, "I could go ahead and take a look, then report back. I can be fairly inconspicuous when I have a mind."referring to Pest Form (https://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=217) via wild shape, turning into a rat with LLV and scent for 10 minutes.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis glances back at Jon curiously. After a moment, he openly sizes up the large, bearded man. "Not to be rude," he begins uneasily. "But I can hardly see how you'd ever pass for 'inconspiculous'," he finishes with an awkward chuckle. He raises his arms in a disarming shrug.

"If you think so, I won't say no."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------


Outside the entrance, he volunteers, "I could go ahead and take a look, then report back. I can be fairly inconspicuous when I have a mind."

Lysander doesn't seem too eager to be the first into the crypt, so when Jon volunteers to be the one he stands aside and waves his sword towards the entrance "Be my guest. Shout if you're in trouble."

[stack]

"If I do not return within ten minutes or so, something went wrong." Jon gives the others a nod, then walks to the entrance. Once there, he begins to shrink, transforming into a rat, which proceed to skitter into the crypt.wild shape for pest form, 10 minutes, costs 1 focus point

AC 16
Speed 10
Weakness 5 to physical damage
Low-light vision and imprecise scent 30 feet.
Acrobatics and Stealth modifiers of +10
Athletics modifier –4

Perception checks are secret, modifier is +6

Exploration activity is avoiding notice

Will go as far as possible in checking the area near the entrance, moving further in until time runs out, accessible space runs out, or he encounters opposition that can not be easily circumvented. Or finds a situation that requires immediate intervention or reporting.

[DrK]

Much to the surprise of many people present the stout looking man shrinks and sembles into a rat, a faint hint of spice left in the air before he scurries into the crypt. Inside the crypt it opens up into a large barrel shaped plan stone space some 40ft long and 30ft wide. Alcoves every 5ft or so on the left and right walls are packed with shelves upon which cloth wrapped bodies lie gently decaying.

A larger sarcophagus fills the central part of the tomb with an image of a saintly looking priest on the front, an inscription reading Father Horstace and a date stretching back some 200 years. Beyond the sarcophagus at the far end of the chamber is a stout looking wooden door that lies ajar, a discarded and slightly incongruous black silk cloak lies by the door. A few moths flutter around the roof of the chamber and a couple of rival rats squeak loudly at Jon as he scurries into the darkened room, his rat-like eyes able to pierce the dim light.

Then in the final set of alcoves in the tomb, - so one on the left and on the right 40ft back from the doorway where Lysander lurks his little eyes and whiskered nose see and smell grave dirt and something foul. The skeletons are standing still, but standing vertically with crude goblin cleavers in their hands and staring into space, eye holes glittering with a piercing blue light....


OOC
so 2 skeletons 40ft from the door. One on each side of a 30ft wide room
With the door only a little ajar they you need lowllight to see them clearly from the door unless you boot it fully open
They do not respond to the rats

[stack]

Jon returns, resuming his normal form and giving his report to the others. After relating the layout an contents, he sums up, "Two skeletons, shouldn't be that hard to dispatch."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------


"Two skeletons, shouldn't be that hard to dispatch."

"Skeletons? You mean undead? Why there are skeletons here? Never heard of goblins practicing that sort of magic." Lysander seems puzzled, a bit worried that whatever's happening is way more dangerous than some goblins raiding a small town; he throws a cautious look at the crypt through the slit of the door, then sighs and grumbles "Should've asked for more coin. Or better yet, should've stayed at the Dragon. Well, I say we kick the door open and swarm the skeleton on the left, then we do the same to the one on the right."

[stack]

"Well, the didn't move, but they were upright and had an eerie glow about the eyesockets. If they aren't some foul mockery of life, I will eat my hat. Instead of rushing them, maybe we stay back and make them come to us. Probably not real bright and they only had blades, give us a moment to hit them before they are within reach."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis frowns deeply, obviously troubled and concerned by Jon's report. "There should definitely be no undead in the city- on hallowed ground, no less." His frown turns into a scowl as he considers just a few of the possible ramifications and implications.

"One way or another, they must be dispatched- and quickly! Let's make them come to us." He draws his bow, and focuses his mind for battle. "Lysander, I will grant you a small blessing on your first attack."

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

I'm assuming there will be no surprise round, given the distance we need to travel. [roll0] perception for init

When it comes to it, Jannis will cast divine lance for good damage: [roll1] ranged spell attack roll; for [roll2] damage- doubled on a critical.

Then cast guidance on Lysander for +1 to a thing.

[Zero Prime]

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Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained); Shield.
Conditions: None.

Alexej initially marvelled at Jon's transformation, an interesting talent, to be sure. He would need to confer with the man on his return, to see where he learned such a trick, and how he had mastered it to do so with such ease. He then, like his companions, waited, ill at ease, until he returned to provide a report on his discovery.

"Skeletons?" Alexej inquired, "Intriguing, though necromancy isn't my specialty, it does require a certain amount of talent to create such, even if only to protect against inquiring commoners." Even further, Alexej was impressed by Jon's tactical prowess, a lure to draw them out. "I agree with Jon's assessment, he was, after all, the one who discovered them and, thereby, knows the interior layout as well as any. If I stood behind Lysander, and to his right, I can conjure a gout of fire ten paces long that would consume both of the skeletal guardians, and likely incinerate them. Should we lure them to our position, rather than place ourselves at the junction of two passages and permit one to attack the rear of our party."

OOC: Hearing that we're going into combat, potentially, Alexej will cast Shield and continue to do so to maintain it in the event that Jon missed the position of a third skeleton. That will limit me to 2 Actions though. Secondly, I am not sure if there is a readied action, or something, but Burning Hands may be a nice opener, 2d6 fire damage, Reflex for half, and I can't see skeletons being all that nimble. Damage on both would be good, considering our ranged options we miht beat them before they reach melee range with Lysander. Thoughts?

[DrK]

The door is pushed open wide as the party surge into the musty smelling crypt. As light spills into the room the 2 skeletons rear up, eyes glowing a glacial blue as they step out from the alcoves. There is a [ulse of light as a divine lance fires Jannnis but passes between some ribs as the priest calls upon a blessing of Desna to settle onto Lysander....


Skeletons are ~30ft away but 30ft feet apart.
Players beat the skeletons lowly initiative. Jannis has gone but the rest of the party may act before the skeletons advance

[stack]

Jon launches a bolt of lightning toward the left most skeleton, causing it to arc towards the second.(2 actions) Electric arc (https://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=97) doesn't specify how close the two targets have to be to each other, so if both are within 30 feet of Jon, then I think he can hit both.

[roll0] electricity damage, basic Ref save DC16

1 action step 5 ft back to let the melee take the brunt of the assault coming

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"Fine, fine. Have it your way. Do your tricks." Lysander just shrugs and stands there, sword in hand in a relaxed guard - waiting for a target to be close enough to strike.

Lysander readies the Strike action.
Attack: [roll0] - Damage: [roll1]

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained); Shield.
Conditions: None.

Alexej silently cursed, he thought the tunnel narrowed, which would have funneled both targets into the breadth of a summoned gout of flame. However, upon seeing the situation, he quickly realized that they were too far spread for such magicks to effectively neutralize the lot of them. Instead he summond a glowing ball of fire to his hand, and launched it at the right-most skeleton, hoping to turn it's bones to ash.

OOC: Moving to the side to clear a firing line for ranged attacks, or Lysander to engage in melee. Then casting Produce Flame, [roll0] vs AC, for [roll1] fire damage, if initial attack is a critical success, initial damage is doubled and it takes an additional [roll2] persistant fire damage.

[DrK]

The two skeletons surge forwards, eyes glaring at the living who they hate. As the pair of bags of bones advance lightning arcs from Jon's hands as it crackles between the two creatures but doesn't appear to slow them down much! The one on the right is enveloped in a cloud of fire and the bones blacked and crack before smashing to the floor as Alexej consumes it in fire whilst the remaining one stumbles forward, its clawed hands reaching for Lysander's throat. The hardbitten warrior lashes out as even as the priestess screams in horror behind him, his blade landing a solid blow but less effective than normal without flesh to cut through. In return the skeleton claws at his face!


OOC

Their resitsance ablates most of the electrical damage
The critical hit (beating AC by >10 is enough to destroy it
Lysander hits but resistance to slashing limits the damage

Skeleton: stride, stride, attack Lysander [roll0] dam [roll1]

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 15\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

The sellsword, deeply cut by the skeleton's claw, starts to bleed profusely; he doesn't back off, though - instead screams and curses the skeleton "You piece of trash, you thrice-damned muppet!" then he lets his own sword go, grabs the skeleton by his exposed spine and than delivers punch after punch with his armoured fist, every blow accompanied by bellows of rage and pain.

Lysander attacks with the gauntlet.
Action 1 - Snagging Strike: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]
Action 2 - Strike: [roll2] Damage: [roll3]
Action 3 - Strike: [roll4] Damage: [roll5]

(If necessary, he uses the +1 from Guidance for an attack)

[Farmerbink]

Jannis peeks out from behind Lysander and winces at the creature's savage slice. With another word and gesture, he launches a bolt of holy energy at the skeleton!

Jon, strike just there!

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

Divine lance again. [roll0]
[roll1] good damage

Cast guidance on Jon. This ability lasts for only one turn. Also, you have to decide which roll to apply it to before rolling. Just add +1 to whichever check you feel is most important.

[DrK]

As Lysander seems incensed by the Skelton scratching him he lashes out with the heavy gauntlets, fists flying. Some old primal instinct, perhaps from its former life, activates for the skeleton and after the first blow that near shatters the jaw bone its able to ward off the following blows but that doesn't save it from Jannis who vapourises the damaged creature with a blast of glowing holy light. The two skeletons dispatched the rest of the tomb now seems quiet, the light spreading from the doorway illuminating the crypt that is no empty save for the party, the strange silk robe dumped on the floor by the door heading to the lower level.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej nodded towards Lysander, "Money well spent," he whispered in respectful terms, "rest easy friend." He looked to his companions, "Can someone see to his wounds?" He then moved cautiously towards the misplaced robe, concentrating a moment, looking perhaps that the garment was Jorren's, rent or bloodied by the skeletal guards. "Did we see signs of Jorren nearby? Blood perhaps? He could not have withstood the onslaught of these ... things ... in the same manner our stalwart Lysander has."

OOC: Alexej will begin searching the area closest the robe for signs of the missing Jorren, or signs that he encountered these skeletons as well.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis frowns down at the pile of bones that too recently was animate and violent. "Lots of questions..." he mutters. "I wonder if it might be for the best that we find poor Jorren's body. The alternative is... greatly disturbing."

He looks back to his companions, noting Lysander's injury. "Of course, give me just a moment." He raises his hands skyward and focuses for a few moments, before fully restoring the fighter to complete health. "There you are. Well fought."

Turning back to the catacombs, Jannis' frown only deepens. "We learn nothing standing around," he grunts, following Alexej into the dimness.

[stack]

Jon joins in the search; perhaps he can see something else from a perspective more than a few inches off the ground.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander angrily spits blood onto the skeleton's remains, then grunts what could be reasonably interpreted as a thanks when Jannis heals the wound he got during the fight; the sellsword recovers his sword and follows the others inside and mumbles more to himself than the rest of the group "Goblins uninterested in looting, now skeletons..." while looking around for other threats or clues - doesn't seem that worried about poor Jorren, though.

[roll0]

[DrK]

As the "Heroes of Sand point" move into the tomb past the dusty crevices many with names dating back several hundred years of Sandpoint's rich and powerful its Jannis and Alaexej who can see that the black silken robes are new, fresh and attuned to magics both of them can tell that the robes are likley of a magical nature. Examining them they can both see a 5 patches where it looks like a patch of some kind has been pulled off, by the shape possibly a bone shaped...

Its Alexej who realises that this may have been a Robe of Bones, a piece of magic practiced by necromancers where the shards of undead are captured on the robe and can be used at a later date. 5 patches..... 2 you have destroyed and the stairs yawn down into the darkness of the lower crypt.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej held up the robe, shaking his head. "Not as I expected, this is not Jorren's vestments, but an enchanted garment. It appears that it was imbued with a necromantic aura, allowing it's wearer to summon creations such as those," he indicated the pile of crushed bone that Lysander had beaten to powder, "five patches appear to have been removed. Which mean four more obstacles await us as we descend further." With a wave of his hand, the globules of light silently moved towards the stairs descending deeper, "be on your guard my friends."

OOC: Alexej will roll up the robe and stow it in his pack for now. Dancing lights move towards the stairs, but I am *not* going down first. Heh.

[stack]

Beorn nods, turning toward the stairs. "Three more skeletons and whoever summoned them. Same plan as before I thick, let them come to us, don't get surrounded. Unless there is a mage of some sort, then we may have to change plans."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"If there's any kind of mage down there, I will charge and gut the nutter." the news of more skeletons, the chance that there could be a spellcaster in the crypt, the whole situation seems to have worsened the already sour mood of the sellsword - he's fighting both necromantic horrors and a serious hangover, and the hangover is winning. He sheathes the bastard swor, that has proven less effective in dealing with the skeleton than his own armoured fists and takes the lead.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis frowns. "Four?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Three more skeletons and whoever summoned them. Same plan as before I thick, let them come to us, don't get surrounded. Unless there is a mage of some sort, then we may have to change plans."
The young cleric blinks. "Of course. Pardon my brief incompetence." He nods quickly, obviously embarrassed, and takes up a position close behind Lysander with his bow at the ready.

"Never was that good with numbers," he mumbles, to no one in particular.

[DrK]

With the dancing lights illuming the way down Lysander heads down the narrow and solid stone stairs into the lower crypt. The air smells musty and dry, the temperature cool to the point of cold with the thick layers of stone above them. The lights illuminate the barrel vault, a chamber with similar dimensions to the vault above but with the decorations more fancy and a trio of sarcopahgi in the centre of the room. All three now with their stout stone tops smashed!

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On the far side of the 3 sarcophagus the light shines from 3 glowing pairs of blue skeletal eyes. All three of the undead creatures looking up from where they stand clustered around a pile of cloths on the floor surrounded by a spreading pool of bright red blood - you'd suspect the poor wee lad. Two of the skeletons are bare bones and long claws, one of them clad in a suit of ragged chainmail with a rust and lichen covered longsword clutched in its ancient hand. All three look up as Lysnander clanks into view!

OOC

two basic skeletons and an armoured skeleton
25ft ft away - but sarcophagi block direct path

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej hissed towards Lysander in a hoarse whisper, "Hold my friend, let them come to us, then I can roast all three before you crush their skulls with your mailed glove."

From his position, he envisioned the formulae and arcane weave of the spell, however he channeled more power from the elemental planes into it's weave, increasing the length and breadth of the incantation.

OOC: Action to cast Widen Spell, 2 Actions to cast Burning Hands when the Skeletons are in range, modifying it to a 20' cone, likely enough to catch all three. [roll0] fire damage, DC 17 Reflex save in a 20' cone.

[Farmerbink]

"I've no reason to wait. Take this!" Jannis blurts out, sending another lance of diving energy streaking across the dimly lit tomb.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Spell Attacks +7 (damage varies)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

Divine lance a normal skelly. [roll0] for
[roll1] good damage

[stack]

After seeing how little effect his lightning had previously, Beorn again enchants his staff, standing ready to step up and strike one the skeletons engage.cast Shillelagh (2 actions)
No useful 3rd actions, so...recall knowledge on a skeleton? (check is a secret check, religion is +3

[DrK]

Reaching the base of the stairs the 4 heroes pauses as Jon and Lysander form a strong front line. With the stupidity of the mindless undead the 3 skeletons trundle forwards, only to be met by the wave of fire from the young mage. Jannis launches a pulse of white light goes awry glancing off some ribs. As the flames recede one of the skeletons crumbles into dust, the other two looking damaged.

The first lashes out towards Jon with its claws, the armoured one lunging at Lysander with its rusted blade



Basic skeleton vs Jon [roll0] dam [roll1]
Advanced skeleton vs Lysander [roll2] dam [roll3]



go go players

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

The sellsword was ready for the skeletons' attacks and when one of them lunges forward trying to stab him, he easily deflects the blade, moves forward and tries to crush the skeleton's skull with a relentless assault of armoured punches.

Action 1: Snagging Strike Damage [roll1]
Action 2: Strike [roll2] Damage [roll]1d4+4
Action 3: Strike Damage [roll]1d4+4

[stack]

Jon the crit-magnet

Jon takes the blow hard, but does his best to return the favor, flailing his staff wildly.action 1: Strike [roll0] for [roll1] (shillelagh for +1 att, striking, using it 2-handed for d8s
Action 2: action 1: Strike [roll2] for [roll3]
Action 3: action 1: Strike [roll4] for [roll5]

[Farmerbink]

Jannis groans in the darkness, frustrated with his own inefficacy and concerned by the sounds of impact coming from the wide-shouldered druid. He tosses another bolt of divine energy at their assailants.

(Alexej gets guidance for this round)Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/197, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Spell Attacks +7 (damage varies)
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

Trying divine lance again: [roll0]
for [roll1] good damage
Final action will be guidance on Alexej.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej watched as the trio of desiccated corpses stumbled through the gout of flame, Lysander waited back, and as soon as one approached him, he unleashed an absolutely devastating hail of frenzied blows with his gauntleted fists, while the second such skeleton scored a vicious attack on Jon. "I've got him Jon! Stand strong!" Quickly the wizard wove his hand in an intricate pattern, once again fueling the incantation with the power of primal fire, and sent a spark of flame at Jon's attacker. However, not satisfied with his assault, he hammered his staff on the ground, the runes flawing with blue-white light and he directed a bolt of force at the same target.

OOC: 2 Actions to cast Produce Flame, targeting the skeleton attacking Jon, rolling with Guidance (1d20+8) 18 (https://forums.giantitp.com/showsinglepost.php?p=24903719&postcount=72) vs AC, for [roll0], doubled if the attack is a critical success, with [roll1] persistent fire damage on a crit as well. I will then spend 1 Focus Point to cast Force Bolt, directed at the Skeleton attack Jon (if it is still up), or the closest skeleton if that one is down. It is an auto-hit and does [roll2] force damage.

[DrK]

The heroes of sandpoint demonstrate their skills as they battle at the foot of the stairs. Lysander batters the armoured skeleton, metallic gauntlets sashing great chunks off the creature shattering bones, its then finished off as a pulse of holy power flies down and causes it's magic to vanish and the pile of bones to collapse to the floor with a clatter. Beside him Jon is rocked by a blow and cannot quite land a hit with his own club, but behind Alexej calls down a powerful display of magics and even as the flames surround the creature the glow bolt of force blows it skull clean across the room!!

With the skeletons downed the heroes are able to enter the crypt. Walking carefully in case other skeletons appear its obvious from the rubble and dust that one of the tombs has been ripped open, whoever did it not caring about gentle and then having the foul presence of mind to defecate in the crypt space where the body had been. On the floor though is the sad body of the wee child, the little boy with his head caved in and run through by a skeletal sword is clearly dead, nothing can be done for him now.

[stack]

Jon shakes his head sadly. "Seems it was too ate before we started. Perhaps there is some sign here of what caused this to happen; I propose we search the area, then take the body out of this place."+6 perception, figure we have time to look around carefully.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods, after marking the spiral of Pharasma over his chest. "He's far gone beyond my ability to help," the cleric mutters grimly. "Perhaps we can figure something out about... all this," he grumbles. "Why's the boy here? Where did all the skeletons come from? There's an awful lot of questions here, and not many answers..."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej pulled the black robe they had found in the upper chamber from his pack, and sat down heavily, expended from the confrontation and the discovery of the lad's corpse. "Quiet, quiet, give me a second, please." Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes, concentrating, "This here robe, could be used to create those damnable undead, now unless I am entirely off my mark, that lad there," he nodded towards Jerrens corpse, "wasn't practised in the necromantic arts, so we can write off acidentally summoned the very thing that killed ya, we all agree on that?"

He continued talking through their discovery, "So he creeps down into the crypt, finds that sodder who was wearing this robe," he held up the enchanted robes, "now, if I were disturbed by a young acolyte, I wouldn't summon, what, five, skeletons to kill the lad. So whoever was wearing this had them summoned for another purpose, labor perhaps? That crypt there, whose is it? To take a ****e on a man's final resting place, you have ta be pissed off about something, ya?"

He shook his head, "Too many questions, too many." Another pause, "Let's tell the Sister the news, but I think we need to keep the truth hidden, gossip and all. Boy heard a noise, crept down here abouts, and got himself sliced open by some greenskin goblin who hid down here after the raid? That way the bastard that wore this robe won't know we're looking for him, and that's how we catch them and take them to task for that poor lad there."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis listens intently, frowning. It's plain as day he struggles to follow the logic laid out by his more intelligent companion. Still, he makes the effort, and ultimately fails.

At Alexej's final breakdown, the cleric grunts. "I don't like it," he admits. "Not any part of it. Why would Jerren come down here at all?" he asks, not really looking for an answer.

Turning to Alexej, ha grunts again. "I don't like lying. Don't ask me to. If Alexis asks me outright, I'm not sure I'll stick to the story." He breathes in and out slowly, clearly upset. "But I think I understand why you want to do it. I won't get in the way, and hopefully we can figure this out before it gets... worse..." Something is clearly deeply bothering the young man, but for the moment, he doesn't elaborate.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander doesn't say a word about poor Jorren, a detached look on his face like he has seen way too many murdered people to feel anything about the boy; he just rests, back on a wall and arms crossed, listening to the chatter of the others but clearly mulling on his own about what could have happened. After a while, he shares his own thoughts, his voice coarse and tired "The one who did this was looking for something here, something quite specific. Don't believe a goblin was behind this." the sellsword moves from the wall and starts looking around with the trained eye of a professional "I agree the general population shouldn't know the truth, they would panic. But guards and priests? They should know - there's another threat in town, if we lie to them we'll just help the culprit." then he just shrugs and looks at Alexej "You paid me, however. So I will be mum on this if you want."

Here's a Perception roll to find any clue
[roll0]

[stack]

Jon shakes his head, I don't see any good coming of lying to folk. We don't know who did this, but saying it was goblins when we don't know that won't do any good in the long run."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Dancing Lights (sustained)
Conditions: None.

Alexej shook his head, as Lysander spoke, "Nah mate," he placed a hand on the larger man's shoulder, "you proved yer worth a helluva lot more than a gold coin, you speak your mind." He looked to the others, "That goes for the lot of you, but a warning. If we speak truth, it means this sodder," he held the necromantic cloak up for his companions to see, "knows that we know he was involved. Means he goes into hiding, and it makes finding out who did that," again pointing to the boy's remains, "that much harder. And if we miss him, his death goes unpunished, and I don't want that more'n any of you I imagine."

He looked to Jon who seemed wholly displeased with the prospect of concealing the truth, "I do say we tell the Sister though, and the Sheriff, ya? They should know the truth, and hopefully are smart enough to keep their mouths shut while we look for this blighter."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis frowns deeply, clearly concerned with every aspect of the situation. He keeps his peace while the others talk, but his expression says plenty.

"We're not doing anyone any good hiding in the dark here. Let's make sure there's nothing else to learn and get back to Father Zantus."

It is actually anathema to Erastil to tell lies. Jannis could risk his class abilities by being party to this deception. I think it would be extremely harsh to impose penalties, considering the intention, the short-term nature, and his relative (lack of) involvement, but it's right there in black and white: "tell lies" (https://2e.aonprd.com/Deities.aspx?ID=6).

But in all seriousness, is DrK wants to press the issue, when/if Alexis or anyone else asks Jannis point blank, he will agonize over the situation anew and then tell them the truth of what we found here.

Beyond that, this is an edit so I can't roll, but let's search the area. It's a secret check anyway, so I'll let you piece it together, DrK. Jannis' modifier is +9. He's specifically looking for information about who's grave this is and what sort of things might be unique about this grave in particular.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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He looked to Jon who seemed wholly displeased with the prospect of concealing the truth, "I do say we tell the Sister though, and the Sheriff, ya? They should know the truth, and hopefully are smart enough to keep their mouths shut while we look for this blighter."

[B]"Safer this way. More corpses pop up and the people demand to know what's happening - it's on them. We're mum, Hemlock could pin everything on us." Lysander just shrugs and then nods at Jannis "Sure, let's go. If I wanted to spend all day in a dark, damp crypt I would've become an adventurer. And remember, I want a talk with you and Alexis."

[DrK]

After some examinations its Jon who finds a piece of shattered stone with a name on in it. "Tobyn" - and he realises that the crypt that has been despoiled was that of Father Tobyn, the previous priest of Desna for Sandpoint and the one who had lost his daughter in the fire that devastated the old cathedral. Even more worrying as you can carefully investigate the stone shelf you can see that someone has removed and stolen the remains of the old priest's body.

Heading to the surface with poor Jerren's body you are met by Alexis, who pales and cries as she sees the body. "Oh my, by the goddess, he had no chance. The poor boy. I do not how we will tell his parents. " She looks at you all, "Do you think that he suffered?"

As you discuss things with her you can all see Hemlock advancing again, although his time he is accompanied by a tall willowy half elf with soft green leathers, wild blonde hair and a bow over her shoulder.

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Hemlock nods to you, "My friends. I thank you, even if it is with sad and troubling news." he offers as you explain what has happened. "Why would they take the body, that is a heinous thing to do. What would someone want with Tobyn's body?" As he muses he introduces the attractive half elf. "This is Shalelu, she is a local to the area and swings by town from time to time."

The half elf nods and grins, speaking in a sing song musical voice. "I greet you, those would slay goblins. I am troubled though by the tribes of late. " She bobs her head, blonde ponytail bouncing about. "Belor's told me of your work against the goblins - Well done. I've dedicated the last several years of my life to keeping them from causing too much trouble but they are tenacious and fecund little runts. Like weeds that bite."

"There are five major tribes in the region and traditionally they have kept each other in check with intercine squabbling and tribal conflicts. Yet from the discussions I've had with Hemlock and the bodies I've seen all five of the tribes were involved in the raid upon Sandpoint. I met some in the woods yesterday in the mosswood and dispatched them. Bu as I was tracking them they were squabbling about the "Long shanks" who had been bossing them about."

"In any the five tribes working together disturbs me. Goblin tribes do not get along without something larger and scarier holding the whip hand. I worry that there is a darker force at work that is forcing them to organise, and if they do so it will endanger Sandpoint and this section of coast."

Hemlock nods, "Aye Shalelu tis worrying time." He nods to you all. "I trust her word. SHalelu is what one might call unofficial militia, bu she has helped us out fer' years popping into town to sell goblin ears. ANyhow, with the wee blighters ganging up with each other I'm going to head to the city (Magnimar) to see if I can get some more men to help. Shalelu will head into the Mosswood and up towards ole' Thistletop. Could you folks stay near the town to help keep an eye on things whilst I'm gone.""

[Farmerbink]

Jannis greets Alexis grimly, unhappy to share the bad news. "Can't be sure, but I wouldn't want to go that way," he grimaces. "Death is never pretty, but that... Ugh." He shakes his head sadly.

He nods to the sheriff and Shalelu, who he has seen plenty of times before but never spoken with. He listens patiently, concern growing on his plain features as she explains her findings. "I'm happy to do whatever I can to help, sir," the young cleric responds to Hemlock. "Can't be anything good coming from a bodysnatcher, and now this? Do you think they're related somehow?"

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Lysander groans when the bright light strikes his bloodshot eyes, discomfort and a serious headache after the revelry of the evening before and the fight of the morning; when Alexis starts crying, seemingly desperate for the poor Jorren's death, the sellsword just shrugs and says in a matter-of-factly way "Ugly sight, but it was quick. Reckon he didn't suffered much." and is about to say something more, but Hemlock arrives with a new request.

The mercenary listens and when Hemlock asks them to keep an eye on things, Lysander rolls his eyes and sighs "And guess there will be no reward if I accept; fine, count me in - but if I kill something, whatever I find on them is mine. And I want to be healed for free if I get stabbed. Seems reasonable enough."

[stack]

Jon ponders the elf's report. "Whomever had this robe has resources. Though maybe not a good head, leaving it behind like that. Unless we were supposed to find it, but it would take a better mind than mine for this to put us on a false trail, since it doesn't point to any trail at all. I don't suppose there are any scent hounds about the town?"

[Farmerbink]

"And I want to be healed for free if I get stabbed. Seems reasonable enough."

Jannis laughs, giving the impression that he thinks Lysander is joking. “I promise, at the very least,” he begins with an easy smile, “If you’re stabbed standing between me and something nasty, I will absolutely give you any healing I can!” He claps the sellsword on the shoulder, chuckling good-naturedly.

[DrK]

The sheriff eyes Lysander with a hard glare even as Shalelu stifles a wry grin at the mercenarie's pragmatic approach.

"Aye Master Lysander. You can keep your spoils " Then more politely looks at Jannis and Jon. "My thanks. Not known the town this rattled since the Skinner murders. They'll be happier knowing the likes of you are about."

Shalelu nods at Jon "I'm going to head north and follow the trails. See if I cant find out more about them massing "

At the request for the dog Hemlock nods, "Try Aesrick, Old Battlehorn has a hound he swears can track goblins." (all 4 of you know the grizzled Aesrick Battlehorn who is head of the Carpenter's guild). "He may lend you Chomper if you ask nicely."

As he examines the silk robe he nods, "My thanks for the warning. I'll see when I'm in the city of I can hire some adventuring types to help. The pathfinder society normally has trustworthy types. "

He and Shalelu bid you good day and head off on their errands (unless you have further questions)

[stack]

Jon bids them farewell. Speaking to his remaining companions, "I think the hound is worth a shot; give him a sniff of the robe and see."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis smirks a little, nodding. Having some experience with hunting hounds growing up nearby, he's familiar with the guild and the members of it. "Let's do it, it can't hurt anything. It hasn't been that long, I would think... Battlehorn will probably be happy to help if we tell him what's going on."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej studied the swarthy skinned man and his companion, listening carefully as they spoke. "So while you travel to Magnimar and the Lady Shalelu keeps watch on the Tribes, you want us to act as deputized towns guards?" He considered the option, "Will we have the autonomy to investigate these crimes, the death of the lad, the grave robbers, and this 'long shanks' that may be mobilizing the surrounding greenskin clans?"

While he waited for the Sheriff's response, he paid half a mind to the banter of his companions, slightly uncomfortable discussing the robe that they had discovered within the crypts in front of the elf blooded ranger. Still, he silently shrugged, no point in shedding tears, what had been done, was done. Though when the others mentioned the use of a bloodhound to track down the owner of the robe, he did nod his head appreciatively of the simple logic of that solution.

OOC: Midnight shift sucked the creativity and focus out of me so just catching up. Sorry for the delay folks! Also if I missed someone who asked Alexij a question directly, poke me and I will edit a response in.

[DrK]

Before the sheriff leaves.

As the mage's query Hemlock pauses before slowly nodding. "Aye, , I guess you had better be. I'll pass the word around the barracks and tell the mayor that youre helping out and are deputies whilst I'm away." Then with a glance at Lysander, "Voluntary deputies, so no on the town budget."

--

The four of you head down Festival styreet to the carpenter's guild, a large building opposite the impressive and noisy Sandpoint Theatre. Even at this time in the morning you can hear the sounds of shouting and singing from within, rumours of Cyrdakk Drokkus penning a new show to celebrate the battle had circulated in the Rusty Dragon filling you with probably dread rather than excitement.

Entering the Carpenter's guild its not hard to speak Battlehorn, a massive obeses dwarf with a fine beard spillig down over his paunch. Unusually his beard held in place with wooden carvings rather than metal rings. Jon and Jannis know that he was once of the Mindspin's before being exiled as he preferred wood to stone! Heresy in distant Kraggodan. The dwraf oversees a half dozen carpenters and apprentices and makes most of the buildings and furniture in Sandpoit, arguing with Banny and Bor in the lumberyard when they sand "the best" lumber to Magnimar where it can fetch better prices.

THe dwarf looks at you as you enter, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he see's a priest, a soldier, a mage and a druid walk into the workshop. [B]"Aye, what do you be wanting? You don't look like the sorts of folk who want a nice table or set of dining chairs"[/Ba]

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Before the sheriff leaves.
Then with a glance at Lysander, "Voluntary deputies, so no on the town budget."

"I get it, Sheriff. Told you, I'll find my own reward." again, Lysander rolls his eyes to Hemlock's unwillingness to part ways with some coins; before leaving, he looks at Alexis and Jannis and says "Guess we all have work to do. But I still want a chat with the both of you. This evening at the Rusty Dragon."

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The sellsword answer to the dwarf in a professional tone - like he has said similar words in the past "We're deputies of the Town Guard. We're here because we're tracking a suspect involved in yesterday's attack and we would appreciate your cooperation. We need your dog, Master Battlehorn. Heard it has the best nose of the Coast."

[stack]

Jon nods, having little to add to the statement.

[Farmerbink]

When the sheriff grants them almost total autonomy, Jannis sucks in a breath in surprise. Clearly, the young cleric had not expected Hemlock to agree to those terms. "Deadeye's reaping," he curses quietly. "Didn't think things were nearly that bad."

He's taken off-guard when Lysander mentions an evening meeting. "What? Sure. Oh yeah, I can be there- especially now..." He's wide-eyed with the realization that the sheriff's comment about the Skinner murders was perhaps not exaggeration, as he follows the group almost listlessly down festival street.

In the carpenter's guild, Jannis nods warmly to a few folks he considers more friends than acquaintances. He tries hard, but probably fails to keep the concern from his face as they approach the Dwarf in charge with businesslike focus. Lysander speaks up again, surprising Jannis but earning an appreciative glance. Maybe not nice, exactly, but he gets it done. "Hemlock hasn't authorized us to use any funds," the young Erastilite interjects. "But I'll protect Chomper like he's my own."

I figure diplomacy applies. Sadly, Jannis is untrained: [roll0]

Also, if it comes to it, Jannis will share that they're tracking a murderer in a plea for good will.

[DrK]

The burly dwarf nods at Lysander's suggestion of chomper having the best nose in town. "Aye he does that, but he be my beast. I'll no having strangers stealing him. Even ones that seem as trustworthy as you." He adds glancing at Jannis who he recognises from the church. As Jannis joins in the request Aseric shakes his head. "Nay, if ye want help from the dog ye want help from me. You can either come back after me work or you can pay for my time. 5 crowns (5gp) should cover it."

He holds out his hand expentantly, and whistles loudly as a massive wolfhound bounds out from under a bench and shambles up, its height meaning it can almost look Aseric eye to eye.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej shook his head, "Apparently you can take the dwarf from the Mindspins, but you cannot take the Mindspins from the dwarf. Given the recent attack on Sandpoint, one would think it's citizenry would wish to assist in the search for any remaining threats, to yourself, your home, or your business." With a large sigh, he produced a pen and quill, writing a writ for five gold, which could be claimed from Sandpoint's coffers upon Sheriff Hemlock's return.

"That will have to do for the time being, but the matter is of an urgent matter and requires our immediate attention," he paused, studying the beast, "and we shall ensure no harm comes to such a magnificent hound."

[stack]

Jon was ready to gather up funds, but waits to see if the writ is accepted.

"The longer the wait, the colder the trail."

[DrK]

Aesrik egards the mage coldly before reaching out with a heavily calloused hand from his craft. "Aye, I'll just grab me hammer." He waddles into his office pulling out a heavy looking mallet of some kind and whistles to the dog. "Well, the what do you want me to be tracking".

When they show him the now depleted Robe of bones he regards it with some interest. "A strange fabric eh? A hint of magic you say. Don't be knowing if Chomper 'll be able to track that?" Although Chomper himself has no such doubts! The dog woofs happily, wags his tail and straining at the heavy chain links of lead runs outside. Starting back at the tomb the dog barks loudly, nose to the ground running in circles before looking Southwest back into the town!

It barks again, and starts straining at the leash and begins to track the scent, pulling Aesrik and the rest of you after it. Aesrik grins, clearly enjoying himself. "Aye, he's got the scent now, he'll see you right!" The dog leads you out of the boneyard, behind the cathedral skirting the top of the bank the cathedral sits on. barking it cuts down Tower street behind Savah's Armoury, where you can see there are far more customers than normal, as post the raid more people are talking to the no nonsense Savah Benaniky - an ex soldier from magnimar, she set up the armoury years ago - to sharpen old weapons that have been in attics for many years. Down tower street the scent trail runs past the town hall and down main street past the garrison. Aesrik looking at you with a "Bold one this lad eh? Marched through the town bold as brass!" before the dog stops, barking at the entrance to the ill named rat alley.

Following the dog through the thin alley tucked between some houses and the bustling "Sandpoint Savouries" you're impressed the dog can track through the delicious smell's coming from Alma's kitchen you pop out opposite the small House of Blue Stones (a small temple to Irori with a quiet meditation room and impressive library) and the large and imposing glass works! The glass works, owned and operated by Lonjikou Kaijitsu is one of the oldest buildings in town and the sand from the beaches that give the town its name are famed for the clarity of the glass that the Glassworks produces.

As you stand in the street Chomper runs up to the southern door that you know would lead into the showroom and shop but oddly, despite the time of the day the dog is stopped by the door appearing locked. A glance at the glassworks shows all the windows that line the street still have the curtains drawn although from the furnace chimney you can see smoke pouring out. With no other shops on Gull street or Glass Street its not very busy but there are still a few people wandering about who look with interest at the antics of the dogs and the recent "heroes of Sandpoint"



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OOC

The main door to the shop is on the north side of the round tower on the far right (where the paths converge)
Perception or tracking checks as appropriate may be of use

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej walked a quick perimeter around the alley way, familiar with the work of the Sczarni and similar, related organizations, he checked the upper levels for signs of entry through windows or other such roof access. Mumbling, quietly, to Lysander as he did so, "If needs be, I can slip a lock to gain us access, but will need you to scowl at the locals while I do so."

OOC: Perception check, [roll0], before I decide whether or not I need to pick the lock. Nope! Nothing to see here, lol! Curse you RNG!

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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The Savouries' smells might not bother Chomper, but Lysander seems about to barf; he shakes his head and comments with a strained voice "Worst part of being hailed a hero is that everyone wants to buy you a drink. Never drank so much with my own money." but toughens up and keeps going. When they arrive at the Glassworks the sellsword frowns a bit, scratch his head and says to the others with a puzzled look "Didn't someone mention the Glassworks yesterday?" then shrugs and sizes up the building, trying to understand if there's something off about it. When Alexej approaches him with a plan, Lysander answers with a cocky grin "Sure, I can scare the locals if needed. But I guess that if we just bust down the door people would cheer for us - old Kaijitsu doesn't seem to be loved by many here." so he moves towards the small crowd and yells at them "Hey, you! Scram, we're looking for stragglers from yesterday's attack! You fancy being gutted by those green vermins?"


Perception: [roll0]
Intimidate: [roll1]

[stack]

Recallign the altercation at the tavern, Jon muses "I wonder is Ameiko has come here to try to mend fences with her father. I doubt he would listen to us, if he was in there. We could run back to the Dragon, see if she could talk him into letting us look around? A difficult thing, perhaps."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis is as surprised as anyone when the hound leads them to the glassworks. "I don't like this. Not one bit," he groans, only beginning to consider implications. "Aye," he remarks to Lysander's question. "And we saw its owner last night at the Dragon. That crotchety old man who yelled at Ameiko owns and runs the place. They make good product, and don't overcharge exactly, but they know what they have."

He frowns deeply at the shuttered windows and locked door. "But you don't make money not doing business... And about the only thing I'm sure the old man loves is money... He aughta be open by now."

The cleric turns to Jon and listens, nodding slowly. "You might be right, but I figure she isn't gonna be keen on squaring off with her father twice in as many days. Let's see if we can get some answers to take to her, instead of asking her to help us find them? Locks and doors can be repaired more easily than broken relationships."

He turns to Alexej. "If you can do it, I say you should. Let's see what's going on inside before we get Ameiko any more tangled up than she already is."

[DrK]

Alexej glances about and is distracted by the flock sea gulls wheeling over the cliffs but the coast looks clear to his eyes. Beside him Lysander growls aa surly threat to the nearby villages who take one look at the heavily armed man, the massive dog and the rest of them and decide that they want no part in whatever is happening and make themselves scarce. At Jon and Jannis's words Aesrik nods, "Aye, you be right. Lonjikiou maybe a miserable goat but he loves his coin," eyeing the smoke coming from the chimney, "Looks like the furnace be running but odd the gates be closed."

Calling the dog over from pawing at the door he watches Alexej with curiosity to see how the young mage will get the door open.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

With a flourish Alexej produced a set of wire picks, inserting them into the locks, he spoke softly to those around him. "Channeling enregies from the astral plane through one's ody can be terribly taxing." He worked the picks in a slow rotation, feeling for a change in tension, "One cannot rely upon magic, and sorcery for everything in one's life." A pause as he concentrated, "Sometimes one must lean into his own ill-spent youth, and oft larcenous activities."

OOC: Alright, using Thievery to try to open the lock with my picks, if I can take 20 I will, otherwise, [roll0].

[DrK]

With most of the street cleared by Lysander's scowl it allows Alexej to kneel down by the door picking the lock and seconds later there is dull "click" and the door swings open, the door swings open into a semi-circular shop. The shop is well appointed with a thick luxurious carpet and many cases piled high with all manner of ornate glass vases, shaped glass animals and fine wine flutes and coloured drinking glasses. To the far side is a solid wooden counter with a thick notebook for taking orders and doors, however as the door swings open there is a noise you didn't want to hear!

A high pitched human scream amidst the shrill and squeaky noise of goblins before the scream is cut off and the sound of smashing grass! Goblins in the glassworks....

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield.
Conditions: None.

Alexej nodded towards the door, mouthing a 'Ta-Da!' Before looking towards the mouth of the alley, "Lysander," he whispered, "after you. Sounds like some of our green-skinned friends are already here." He stepped back to allow his companions access to the side door, and then with an arcane gesture, conjured forth a protective field of arcane energy.

OOC: Keeping Shield spell up, and moving towards the sound of conflict, hopefully behind our big, beefy, merc!

[Farmerbink]

Jannis frowns appreciatively for a few moments as the wizard reveals his seedier side. He follows Alexej into the foyer, glancing appreciatively towards the fine craftsmanship on display. "Handy skills to have in times like these. I wonde-" The thought is cut short by the sudden scream, and Jannis' eyes widen in realization. "To arms!" he whispers urgently, to everyone behind him. He frowns at the close quarters, but nonetheless readies his longbow and follows a few paces behind the wizard.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/17, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

[stack]

Jon puts aside his misgivings about the entry and rushes towards the sounds of distress.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Lysander doesn't rush in the Glassworks when he hears someone screaming, tsking with open disappointment "Old Kaijitsu said we're little more than brigands. If he's the one screaming in there, I won't risk life and limb to save his skin. Not worth it." than shrugs, draws his sword and goes in mumbling mostly to himself "Doors and corners, that's where they get you." advancing cautiously, checking the corners and keeping his sword at the ready.

Caution is the better part of valor, so here's a Perception check.
[roll0]

[Farmerbink]

Jannis grunts with an odd expression as he moves forward, somehow agreeing with Lysander even while he disapproves. "If it's him, Ameiko would never forgive herself." He glances at the stacked boxes. "And all this glass might be spoils."

[DrK]

Lysander cautiously advances through thr doorway and glances about. A long corridor stretches to the right, but a stout set of double doors is opposite Lsyander. Screams, squeals of goblin glee and shattering glass can be heard.



https://i.imgur.com/yYt14yF.png

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Focus Poool: 0 | Spells Slots: 1st: 2/3
Active Effects: Shield.
Conditions: None.

Alexej nodded towards the double doors, "Let's think of it less than savin' that bloody prigs ass, than makin' sure those greenskin scavengers don't escape and slit some poor sods throat, eh?" He nodded his head towards the double doors, "'sides might be fun to see the old bastard's face when he's forced 'ta eat crow, ya?"

OOC: Alexej will follow the group, but I'd prefer to investigate the sounds of goblins, also, fearing combat at any point, I will spend 1 action every turn to keep Shield spell up. And finally, still getting used to PF2E, could we say between the Crypts & the Glassworks Alexej spent the 10 minutes required to restore his focus?

[Farmerbink]

Jannis pauses long enough to think back to when he's visited before. "I think the main shop and offices are to the right. That would make the stuff to the left the workshop?" He leaves it in Lysander's capable hands to decide which way to go, sighting down the hallway with his longbow.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/17, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander looks around, sword at the ready and still a pained expression on his face "Fine, fine, I'll do it. Doubt Ameiko will forgive me if I let her father die."" the sellsword grugdingly accepts, then moves in the corridor trying to be as stealthy as possible; he stops at the first door he encounters, says to the others "Hope you're ready." and tries to open it.

Lysander tries to open the door at I-10.

[stack]

Jon stands ready to follow Lysander in, gripping his staff tightly.

[DrK]

Lysander opens a door into a scene of (typically goblin) chaos and madness. Furnaces burn hungrily and noisily along the closes wall pumping out heat with heavy iron doors swinging open. Marble tables are scattered around the room with surfaces cluttered with all manner of scrapers, blowing tubes and other strange devices used to shape and bend the molten glass. At the far end of the room the largest furnace burns blue white with searing heat.

THe room is a horrific ornament to goblin ingenuity and boredom. The dismembered bodies of 8 of the glassworks staff are scattered near the furnaces, missing limbs that have been cast into the furnace or other bodies partially coated in molten glass. These appear to be poor attempts to copy what appears to be the masterpiece that lies at the far end of the room where you see the body of Lonjikiou pinned to a chair by heavy nails hammered into arms and shins and then coated by a great sheet of molten glass, his face, now frozen behind the glass a burned mask of anguish.

In the room as you open the goblins, some with tongs and metal jars of molten glass all look around, little evil faces grinning at the prospect of a new "toy" to play with!!

https://i.imgur.com/QR1WYs5.png

OOC

Players have the initiative
Will DC12 or gain Frightened 1 condition for [roll0] at the horror of the molten glassed bodies

Lets begin

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 (18) | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: Shield; Cover.
Conditions: None.

Alexej's face became deadly serious as he took in the macabre scene, the goblins broad, teeth lined grins, impish, and terrifying in the flickering light of the glass works, Alexej plunged forward, past his comrades, sliding across the floor, to the end of the work table. "You bloody bastiches! You'll soddin' burn fer this!" As he slammed into the end of the counter, taking cover from the goblins attack, his hand made an arcane gesture conjuring forth an invisible plane of force to protect himself before he immolated the chittering marauders who had so savagely tortured and murdered Lonjikiou.

OOC: Will check DC 12, [roll0]. Move Action to get to the end of the counter, 1 Action to take Cover & my final action to cast Shield.

[stack]

(I thought we were in the hallway outside the main room, not still back in the round entry room; I will post on my understanding, since 5' will matter)

Jon stays focused on the task at hand, the horror of the goblins' "fun" , while creative, is not fundamentally different from what he has seen before. He moves into the room and launches an arc at the nearest goblins.1. Stride to L7 (columns are misaligned, so going to the left of the letter)
2&3. electric arc [roll0] basic reflex DC 16, hits )P11 and Q12

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 21\21 - Conditions: Frightened 1 (2 rnds) - Active Effects: None

---------------

However jaded Lysander may be, he seems shocked by the gruesome display of the goblins' cruelty and ingenuity. He clenches his teeth and rushes forward, bellowing a war cry to conceal his fear; towering over the goblins, he start swinging his sword two-handed, fright fueling his powerful strikes.

Action 1 & 2 - Sudden Charge (I10 -> O10) [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Action 3 - Strike [roll2] Damage [roll3]

[Farmerbink]

Jannis isn't quite sure what he was expecting, but undeniably the carnage in the glassworks wasn't it. He has to fight to keep himself calm, but manages, and takes aim with his bow at the nearest of the vile little cretins.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/17, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 1/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)

1: Jannis will stride to ~J/10? Right inside the doorway.

2: Shoot with longbow at O/14:
[roll0] attack- by my math he's 35' feet away, so volley penalty won't apply. If my math is wrong, change the target instead of taking a penalty.
[roll1] piercing plus [roll2] if critical success.

3: attack again:
[roll3]
[roll4] piercing plus [roll5] if critical success.

[DrK]

The heroes burst into the room with some degree of drama! Jon moves up quickly to behind the marble table with deep inset hollow glass moulds and reaches out a hand, but the two goblins dive out of the way of the arching electricity. Behind him Alexej runs in taking cover by the marble counter and beside on while Jannis reaches the doorway and lets fly with an arrow that goes wild. Lysander is decisive and runs in, racing around the marble table sword swinging to shear one of the goblins in half that had evaded the lightning!

For their part the goblins howl with a mixture of rage and excitement, the "largest" of them pointing at Jon with a grin "FEED FAT ONE TO FIRE!" it bellows in its squeaky goblin voice. The one nearest to Lysander jumps in to attack him with its dogslicer, another one further back picking up the tongs with a glob of molten glass at the end and charging in swinging the red hot tongs like a greatclub!

The one that had been nearest the main furnace runs in, scurrying up to Alexej and jabbing at him whilst a 4th leaps atop the marble and launches a metal crucible full of molten sand at Jannis in the doorway. The last goblin, precariously drags a heavy bucket of flaming glass in a bucket behind him, but is still 20ft back.

apologies, Imugr is refusing to upload my map so will try again later



Goblin 1 vs Lysander (step and attack twice)
[roll0] dam [roll1] // [roll2] dam [roll3]

Goblin 2 vs Alexej (2 step and attack)
[roll4] dam [roll5]

Goblin 3 vs Lysander (2 step and attack with flaming tongs
[roll6] dam [roll7] + [roll8] FIRE

Goblin 4 Vs Jannis (Stride, clumb up on counter, throw the molten glass)
[roll9] dam [roll10] Fire

Goblin 5 (encumberd - pick up bucket, stride twice)

[Farmerbink]

"Take heart, friends! Together we will overcome!" Jannis calls upon Erastil's blessing and grants a minor boon to his nearest companions.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/17, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 0/1
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)
Bless: +1 attacks (5')

1&2: Cast bless (https://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=25). I think it will apply to me and Alexej, as is. I'll expand it in the next few turns.
3: shoot a Goblin!
[roll0] atk
[roll1] plus [roll2] in the event of critical success

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: Frightened 1 (1 rnds) - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander parries and dodge, still one of the goblins manages to hit him and leaving an ugly burn on the sellsword's arm; the pain, the fear, the remnants of his hangover make him less receptive to Jannis' encouragement and barks in response "Just shut up and fight!"
The priest is not however the only target of Lysander's anger, while fighting the mercenary gazes one of the goblins and growls threateningly "I'll drown you in your friends' blood!" and presses forward, strike after strike aimed at unbalancing and then kill the goblins.


Action 1 - Demoralize Goblin 3 [roll0] (Impose Frightened condition)
Action 2 - Snagging Strike [roll1] Damage [roll2] (Impose Flat-footed condition)
Action 3 - Snagging Strike [roll3] Damage [roll4] (Impose Flat-footed condition)

Goblin 3 is the priority target.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Active Effects: None..
Conditions: None.

The goblin's vicious attack was deflected by an arcane field of force, he brought his hands together, and shot a gout of flame that fanned out, catching at least two of their attackers in it's flames, setting them alight.

OOC: So, this will require a little adjudication on DrK's part. Alexej is going to use 2 Actions to cast Burning Hands, a 15' cone, which should catch #2, and #4, however, if a 20' cone will catch more, I will use my 1st action to use Widen Spell and make it a 20' cone. If the extra 5' won't make a difference I will cast a Shield Spell.

Regardless, any Goblin in the cone (15' or 20' depending on DrK's ruling), will take [roll0], with a Reflex save DC 17 for half damage. ... 5?!? Seriously? Sigh!

[stack]

Jon launches another arc of lightning toward the goblins.1. move/step as needed
2-3. electric arc on suitable targets [roll0] Basic Reflex DC 16

[DrK]

The hungover Lysander is clearly angry as he's hit by burning glass and hits back savagely, a pair of wide sweeping blows hacking both goblins in half, green blood spraying across the marble table.

Beside him he feels a surge of fire as Alexei releases a massive 20ft gout of fire engulfing the remaining 3 goblins, one falling dead with its earlier wounds. Even as Jannis's bless falls upon the party Jon waves a hand and a crackling arc of lightning connects the two goblins who explode seconds later into greasy puffs of black smoke.

The smoke clears slowly, only the hungry crackling of the furnaces loud in the massive glass warehouse.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

A couple more stabs just to be sure, then Lysander groans and looks at the others saying meakly "I don't feel so good." and starts emptying his belly, the goblins' "artwork" the final straw; doubled over in pain, the mercenary coughs and spits until nothing comes out of his mouth anymore and finally manages to stand straight and mumbles mostly to himself "Calistria be my witness, I'll never drink so much again."

After his temporary "inconvenience", Lysander wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and says with a coarse voice "Guess we're too late to save the old goat. Can't say he will be missed, but he didn't deserve this." then sighs, looks around and says "Just goblins here. Chances are, the one who summoned those skeletons is still here. Can't say why, however."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis pauses in the wake of the sudden violence, eyeing the room with the careful detachment of a man well used to the practicality of slaughter and butchery. As Lysander loses his breakfast, the young cleric's head hangs sadly. "We'll have to bear this news to Ameiko," he mutters simply. He begins picking through the wreckage, decidedly morose in his demeanor. "Perhaps we can find something useful in all this..."

Gonna Search the area. Perception is at +9

[stack]

Jon keeps his head and his stomach. "First, we should search the building; there could be survivors or other goblins here."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Spell Slots: 1st: 1/3 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

As Jon spoke, Alexej was already walking, as if in a daze, towards Lonjikiou's corpse, his eyes tracing the rough glass sheen that surrounded him, the horrific pain clear on his face through it's crystal sheen. He turned as he shook his head, pushing the thoughts of those final moments from his mind, "I agree with Jon, let us search the building, in the event there are other," with a toe he rolled over one of the goblins they had slain, "vermin."

[DrK]

With the goblins lying dead and the heroes relieved at the their deaths they move out through the workshop. At the far end of the room, pushing out of the double door of the massive work room past the horrific glass "statues" and bits of the glass workers you stumble through a set of doors into a small loading room. A wheelbarrow sits against a wall and the shelves on the wall are full of fine glass jars filled with colourful metallic powders (manganese for clear, cobalt for blue, obsidian for black and nickel for bright green). In one corner a solid dwarven made safe lies open, the heavy door swinging slightly and some silver residues on the shelves (silver and gold are used to colour glass yellow and red respectively). To the top of the room a small door hangs open and a cool breathe blows up from the stairs decsending into darkness (and to Jon's sharp ears a faint hint of squealing goblin tongues)
https://i.imgur.com/YLip06m.jpg
Around the front of the Glassworks the cluster of offices, store rooms, servant's quarters and a kitchen are deserted, trashed and smashed beyond reason with splashes of blood near the sleeping quarters where you'd guess that likely the servants put up a brief fight before being dragged to their painful deaths in the main glass working room.

[stack]

Jon wastes no time in gathering the others. "I hear more goblins below; let us pursue them without delay."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Spell Slots: 1st: 1/3 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: Dancing Lights; Shield.
Conditions: None.

Hearing Jon's call, Alexej quickly moved to his companions side, on seeing the dark stairs descending beneath the foundry, he made several arcane gestures, the first summoned three balls of greenish flame. The same he had used to entertain children, what seemed like weeks ago, illuminating the path of the stairs descent. "So, we don't have to walk blindly into the warrens of these vermin."

The second summoned into place, a wavering field of force, allowing him to deflect an attack, the odd vibration of the astral energies comforting him, "Let's see this through, then find the sheriff." His face was set, stony, and impassive as he steeled himself for the next step.

OOC: Sustaining Dancing Lights, and keeping Shield up on myself would cause me to use two actions per exploration phase, so Alexej is likely towards the rear, and moving slightly slowly. If forced to choose, I will keep the lights up for ourselves. two in front of the group and 1 behind, so the rear guard isn't in darkness either.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods resolutely at Jon's suggestion. Grimly, he takes up a spot moving slowly beside Alexej with his bow as they begin to descend. "He may be gone if we don't go immediately. Still, I'm... the young priest pauses with a bit of a sneer on his lips. It quickly becomes clear that he's developing a particular dislike for the Goblins that have recently terrorized his hometown. After taking a breath to master the anger growing beneath the surface, he opens his eyes. I'm prepared to deal with this problem more directly."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"Just so you know, if things go south I will run away; I advise you do the same." Lysander says after having wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; he looks at the stairs a bit unconvinced, then shakes his head and mumbles "Don't like it at all." and start going downstairs, slowly and cautiously.

[DrK]

Despite some clear reservations Lysander leads the way down the solid well cut stone steps into what you must assume is some storage cellars under the glass works. The stairs lead down into a wide corridor some 15ft wide that is used as a store room. The base of the stairs has walls filled shelving and stores for the glassworks along with a pair of wheelbarrow hanging on the wall. Straigh ahead the corridor contiunes ahead, liberally littered with storage crates and boxes until it turns left around a corner.

To your immediate left as you reach the bottom of the stairs a wall has been pulled down, bricks and broken shelves in a pile waist high but a passageway heads south (assuming you arrived from the east side). From that passage you can hear the sound of high pitched goblin squeaking and louder deeper voice bellowing at them in goblin.

[stack]

Perhaps we have found the ringleader at last? Jon thinks, silently urging the others toward the voice.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"If we find the ringleader, let me tell you this: way to dangerous to take them alive, feet first out of the Glassworks is good enough." the sellsword moves slowly and cautiously, slightly crouched to offer less of a target to hidden archers; at the bottom of the stairs, he points his sword south and starts moving towards the deeper (and probably non-goblinoid) voice.

[DrK]

Following Lysander under the flickering orbs of the dancing lights the party step over the rubble and creep down the corridor, as you walk some 20ft down you turn right, the corridor of what seems to be much older and more natural stone. As you turn and look down the corridor there are low lights showing two doors off the corridor some 30ft in front of you and the corridor ends in another bricked up wall that has been ripped down.

By the fallen wall (30ft away) you can se disheveled looking man, his features once may have been handsome and a mixture of human and elf but now seem twisted and drawn by some sort of anguish, in rgaged clothes with a bow in hand he looks haunted and stares angrily at you. Slapping the nearest of 3 goblins that cram into the 10ft corridor. He mutters darkly staring at Lysander, "You craven fools. You have spoiled everything, she will never love me after this disaster" . He strings the bow and reaches for an arrow as the goblins begin to caper forwards!

https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/images/3123747/Tsuto__s_.jpg

OOC
you are in a 10ft wide corridor and Lysander and Jon have turned the corner.
20ft away is a door on your left
25ft away is a door on your left
30ft away are Tsuto and in front of him/beside him are 3 goblins

Initiative:
Jon/Alexej
"Evil"
Jannis/Lysander

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Spell Slots: 1st: 1/3 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej moved forward, the strange man had a frenzied, appearance too him, some sort of charm? A compulsion perhaps? He looked to his companions, "Let's take the jackass alive, kill the vermin, ya?" And with that he moved down the hall towards the trio of goblins and their overseer, as he did he intoned a low, sonorous chant, before casting his hands ahead of him, a dazzling stream of light, comprised of every color and hue imaginable sprung forward to stun and blind his opponents.

OOC: Stride forwards about 20', then use two of my actions to cast Color Spray, Will save DC 17, with the following effects;
Critical Success The creature is unaffected.
Success The creature is dazzled for 1 round.
Failure The creature is stunned 1, blinded for 1 round, and dazzled for 1 minute.
Critical Failure The creature is stunned for 1 round and blinded for 1 minute.

This leaves me in a dangerous spot, but let's see how that plays out. That's my three actions so Dancing Lights drops, sorry guys!

[stack]

Jon gives the nearest goblin a withering glare, then lightning leaps from his hands toward it and anther of the goblins.Intimidate [roll0] (frightened 1 on success, 2 on crit), intimidating glare feat means it is non-verbal, so language is irrelevant

electric arc BASIC REF DC 16 vs [roll1] electricity damage

[Farmerbink]

Jannis doesn't need any encouragement beside the man reaching for an arrow to reach for one of his own. "Deadeye, guide my hand!"

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 1, HP 17/17, Speed 25
AC 15, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 9, Perc 9
Longbow +5 (1d8 Piercing) deadly d10, volley 30ft
Sickle +5 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +5 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 0/1
Magic Weapon 0/1
Heal 2/2 (d10)


1&2: Cast magic weapon (https://pf2.d20pfsrd.com/spell/magic-weapon/) on my bow
3: pew pew the archer man
[roll0] attack
[roll1] damage plus [roll2] in the event of critical success
Dang. That'll probably do it. I think the 11 gets doubled before the d10 goes in the mix?

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander seems taken aback by the half-elf's words, but the sellsword's surprise lasts until the leader of the goblins tries to reach for an arrow - old istincts kick in, and Lysander surges forward to kill or be killed. He covers the distance between the two groups quickly, sword in one hand ready to chop and butcher, much more concerned for his own survival than taking anyone alive.

Action 1 & 2 - Sudden Charge [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Action 3 - Snagging Strike [roll2] Damage [roll3]

Lysander targets first anyone unaffected by Alex's Color Spray.

[DrK]

The corridor fills with colours as Alexej unleashes a great blast of colourful magic. Tsuto almost drops his bow but is left sunned, one of the goblins screams as its eyes are blinded and only one manages to close its eyes in time! Sadly that one is then blasted by Jon's lightning and is blow off his feet stone dead! Even as the remaining goblins and Tsuto are stunned by the colours Lysander appears in the midst of them a pair of massive strikes at the blinded goblins lands as they can't dodge and each is thrown backwards in a fountain of green blood.

WHile Tsuto stands there blind, stunned, groping around for the danger Jannis takes careful aim and releases a single arrow! It shimmers with power and he can feel it resonate as its strikes true and critically in the man's throat! Tsuto drops to his knees, choking on blood, hands scrabbling at his belt pouch and a gargled "Nualia, my love, I am coming..." before he slumps backwards dying rapidly

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Spell Slots: 1st: 1/3 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.


Tsuto drops to his knees, choking on blood, hands scrabbling at his belt pouch and a gargled "Nualia, my love, I am coming..." before he slumps backwards dying rapidly

Alexej near snarled, before running forward, "Not yet ya ain't you prick, you got some crimes ta bloody well answer for!" He pressed a rag to the hole of his throat, looking towards his companion, "Jon! Ya got some juice left for this blighter? I want some answers, Ameiko will too, 'fore we send this bloke ta hell!"

[stack]

Jon closes and send forth a burst of healing vitality. if it has to be done this round, single target heal for [roll0]

If it can wait a round, 3-action heal in a burst to help top everyone off.

If Jon can't be sure, go with the first option.

"Who is he?"

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

After the furious and quick battle, Lysander sighs and delicately rubs his own wounded arm; the last words of the half-elf seems to confuse the sellsword that says with contempt"Is this mutt trying to say he did all of this just to impress a girl?" then he dismissively shakes his head and starts looking around, trying to understand what the group was trying to do in the Glassworks' basement.

Here's a couple of rolls, Perception and Lore (Underworld) to investigate a bit.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Farmerbink]

"Grab him, quickly!" Jannis calls, surprising himself as much as anyone with the deathly accuracy of his single shot. Recognizing Tsuto only after the fact, he begins to call upon Erastil for healing, only to be beaten to the metaphorical punch by Jon.

"He's Tsuto," Jannis responds numbly. "Ameiko's brother. She'd never forgive me..." The cleric blinks back his thoughts and scrambles forward to restrain the bleeding Half-Elf. He looks up at Alexej. "If we can, we should deliver him to Hemlock. It seems.... Gods, Tsuto killed his own father, like that?! How-" Jannis finally falls silent, his thoughts shattered into uselessness by the hideous display of callousness and violence. He roughly binds the unconscious man, even as he begins to stir in the wake of the healing.

"Don't know as it's for the best you survived that," the young man mutters, more grimly than you might have thought possible.

[DrK]

The pulse of healing energy wafts up and down the corridor and Alexej can feel the flesh under hand knitting together and the blod slowly as Tsuto's eyes slowly open, revealing dark eyes full of hate. A snarled "You should have let me die, my love with the power of lamashtu would have brought me back in a vision of perfection..." he laughs, an insane cackle that puts a shiver down Andrei's spine.

As he is roughly searched Lysander spots the composite bow, its well made of black stained wood and he can see faintly a rune of power glowing upon it! Also in the man's pockets as he grunts as he's roughly search is a pair of minor healing salves, the symbol of the butterfly suggesting he stole them from the Cathedral in the raid and a vial of red oily alchemists fire


2 minor healing potions
1 alchemists fire
Composite shortbow +1


Of most interest and the things that causes him to twist and shout with a Give it back!" is a worn looking diary. The journal containing two dozen pamphlet like pages has maps of Sandpoint, various locations circled. Of more concern are the several pages with crossed out plans and scribbled out approaches of what appears to be a mass attack on teh town by ~200 goblins, all 5 of the local goblin tries listed as amongst the attack force. In addition to the maps and attacks plans are numerous drawings of the same woman, all slightly erotic in nature and all showing this woman with half fiendish appendage, wings, a tail, a claw etc...

https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/91613/assets/330804/tsutos_journal2.png?1400919905

Even as you search him you all hear a faint shouting and banging from one of the rooms ahead, another storage room. As Jon/Lysander approaches and pulls the door open the stink of cleaning solvents and chacol greets you along with a dishevelled, pale and bloodied Ameiko. the bar maid bound and gagged and bleeding from cuts and bruisesd, her face pale and terrified!

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP:14\21 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"Mh-hm, sure. I'll certainly take orders by the beaten-up prisoner that'll most probably hang for what he did." Lysander nods with affected seriousness, but his voice is dripping sarcasm - and of course, gives the diary a quick glance before passing it to the others "Look here, can't say if this lazy sod has completely lost the plot or..." words seems failing the sellsword that in the end just grunts with a worried look to Tsuto, before going on with the inspection of the surroundings; that's when he finds Ameiko and immediately shouts "Jannis! Leave that maggot be and come here at once! Ameiko is wounded!" before dropping to his knees and trying to untie the poor woman, uncharacteristically concerned by her well-being.

[stack]

Jon bends over Ameiko, checking her wounds. He calls over his shoulder, "Bring one of those potions over, quickly!" He takes the gag out of her mouth, "Are you hurt badly?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis needs no further instruction and comes running at Lysander's call. Without waiting for a potion, he channels the aid of Erastil and bestows his healing powers on Ameiko. "Thanks to the Gods!" he breathes. "How did you get here?" he asks of no one, immediately putting the pieces together himself. "That fool. Tsuto brought you here, didn't he?" Jannis shakes his head sadly, even as he unbinds Ameiko as gently as he can.

"He's in deep, Ameiko. I guess you probably know more than we do, but it can't be good. He's got a journal we need to go through more thoroughly." He lapses into silence, as he makes every effort to relieve his friend's pain. "Let's get you out of here and get Tsuto to the prison. We've got work to do..."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 15 | HP: 15 | Class DC: 17
Fortitude: +4 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +7 | Perception: +5
Spell Slots: 1st: 1/3 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej, perched on Tsuto's back, was too busy studying the captive's journal to rush to Ameiko's rescue. It amused him that Lysander was so, uncharacteristically, concerned for her well being, though it appeared that Jannis was just as enthusiastic about her well being. Interesting that, though not so much as the details contained within her half-brother's journal. "Ohhh Tsuto, you naughty bugger, the ol' demon hand isn't doin' it for you? You wanna upgrade to a succubus, eh?" He snorted, "Sounds like true lust, more 'n love. But no matter."

He got up, placing the journal in his pack, using his staff he kept the man pinned. "Ya squirm too much, sure my mate here'll be more 'n obliged to splatter what little brains you got in that skull, all across the floor, ya? You co-operate and you might just see Nualia again. We can make sure she gets a noose right beside ya. Togetha' forevah, just like ya wanted, ya?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis' attention is eventually drawn by Alexej's piercing comments. He frowns sourly, and helps Ameiko to her feet. After making sure she's ready to move, he pauses aside Tsuto with an uncomfortable expression for the evoker. "Lysander, please make sure Tsuto doesn't try anything stupid. Come on, you."

Barring objections, I vote we dump Tsuto in the jail immediately, with clear instructions to the guards (since we're official acting deputies) that he be kept under several locks and be allowed no visitors. Then we can return the the Rusty Dragon to see to Ameiko and discuss our next step(s).

I'd like to semi-officially claim the bow. It's a very minor upgrade for Jannis (though helping keep him out of melee may be a more significant benefit to the rest of you).

[DrK]

Tsuto squirms and wriggles somewhat but between crackling lightning from Alexej's fingers and the long blade of Lysander but apart from rambling diatribes threatening them with death and mutation at Lashunta's hands and bemoaning the loss of Nualia. Ameiko on the other hand weeps with relief, disraught about her near death and the horrible way her father was killed. "Thank you so much. By the gods. I cannot believe my half brother would do this, but, you, you saved me..."

Before you leave you search about and make a discovery. Most of the rooms in the underground section are stores of various kinds, but in the section that was bricked off in he smallest of the rooms a seam of rock splits open revealing a narrow crack that opens up into a natural seam, a large tunnel with the tang of the sea and to Alexej's excitement a Thassilonian rune on the wall!

--

With the worries of a goblin tribal war, and a Thassilonian ruin under the town its a strange situation as you reassemble in the Rusty Dragon, the staff whisking Ameiko away to tend to her it leaves the four of you sat in the front room, a massive platter of meat and fresh bread in front of you and drinks strewn across the table. You can watch guards dragging the kickinga nd screaming Tsuto as well...

[stack]

Jon does his share of damage to the food, though his thoughts are uncharacteristically far from the meal. "After we rest up, we really need to look into anything else that may be down there. I can scout the tunnel ahead of us as needed."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP:33\33 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander drinks (water) and eats (sparingly), a sullen look on his face. When Jon finally speaks, the sellsword grumbles and voices his opinion "We should talk to the Mayor, first. We're talking about another full-scale attack on Sandpoint - and not just goblins, but monsters and a half-demon too!" the last words are just above a whisper, before he gravely shakes his head and goes on "The girl. Nualia. Who is she? Why she wants to destroy Sandpoint? I mean, you two" pointing at Jon and Jannis "should know her, am I right?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods slowly, chewing a mouthful of roast pheasant. "This is definitely bigger than us. We should plan on going into those caves, but to do it without warning the mayor could be catastrophic." He takes another bite, demonstrating the ravenous hunger that a night of too much drink and a day of stress and exertion will cause in a young man inexperienced to both.

At mention of Nualia, Jannis scowls irritably. "Yeah, I know... of her, at least. She was the daughter of the old priest- the one who's bones went missing. I guess if this journal is accurate, she took them for part of a spell or something? I never really knew her, she was... well, she was kept in the church a lot." He frowns deeply, saddened by his thoughts. "Come to think of it, I probably saw her more than most, since I had just become an acolyte," he admits.

"Crazy pretty. Like the kind of girl you read people going to war over in those old stories. She didn't even have to try, just... everybody noticed, wherever she went. All the time. I guess it was probably annoying, looking back."

After a few minutes, he comments almost in a daze. "Everybody thought she was some kind of angel. My parents used to think that her touch would cure warts and stuff, but nobody ever saw it happen. She disappeared about 5... no 6 years ago. Kept in her room in the church all the time. Father Tobyn wouldn't let her leave, or talk about her... All of us acolytes knew there was something weird going on, but nobody knew what. Even outside the church, the whole town was talking about it."

Jannis shrugs, a little uneasy. "Not to be rude, but everyone notices when the most beautiful young lady in town suddenly disappears. Not like she was out and about on her own before, but she used to draw a crowd every couple days, then suddenly poof. Gone forever. About six months later, the cathedral caught fire. We all figured she died there, like her dad." Jannis glances at the journal, lying closed on the table between them. "I guess we figured wrong..."

"Crazy that it's come to this. She could have been the queen of Sandpoint, and now she's trying to tear the whole town down? Just totally crazy..."

[DrK]

The afternoon passes easily as you discuss your options. The history of Nualia as told by Jannis keeps you interested as you consider the risk posed by a hidden cavern with strange arcane ruins under the city. As rumours flow out from the Inn you see Kendra Deverin (he mayor entering, a lone town guard standing by the door to keep an eye on things).

https://pathfinderwiki.com/mediawiki/images/4/48/Kendra_Deverin.jpg

Kendra has been the mayor for a few years after beating her main rival Titus Scarnetti (which was good as he's a criminal!) and she is a kindly and well liked mayor with a fair sense of justice even as she has to juggle the influence of he four "noble" families that carry influence in the town. She approaches the four of you, a slightly stern look on her face. "Good afternoon. How are you all. I have heard troubling rumours, most troubling rumours." Her eyes drift the serving staff and you know with Ameiko's return and the guards capturing Tsuto word will be spreading soon.

She sits down beside you all, a worried look on her face. "I have heard the rumours of both goblin attacks and, even more worrying a cavern with arcane sigils beneath us here?" she pales a little. "You helped us a great deal in the recent attack, and even more so this day in driving these creatures out of the glass works. I ask you, please, when you are rested tomorrow, please could investigate what lies beneath our feet. Bayliss (Hemlock, the sheriff) should be back soon with more warrrirs but people are scared."

She reaches a hand out to grab Lysander's "Please will you help. If you need supplies please tell me or one the guards at the garrison, they have been instructed to help you."

[stack]

Jon gives the mayor a polite nod as she enters, putting aside his food for the moment. He gives a moment for others to speak.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander listens intently, but the more Jannis recounts Nualia's story the more Lysander looks puzzled; the sellsword scratches his head "You do not know why she was kept in a cage, but people talk. Surely you must've heard some rumors. I mean, one doesn't go from being the most popular girl in town to being a mass murderer without a reason." then scoffs and waves dismissively a hand "I'm not a priest, but I give my prayers to Calistria - and butchering a whole town because you had a horrible father seems a bit excessive as a revenge. Bet there's something more. Something you people did to her, maybe even without knowing."

Before Lysander could say more, Mayor Deverin makes her entrance and talks to the group. When she takes Lysander's hand, the mercenary seems a bit embarassed; then he answers, a bit gruff "Never had any love for adventurers - they just cause trouble. Seems I'm becoming one, though." a resigned sigh "Fine, fine. I'll help."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis smiles at Lysander's (relatively) agreeable response. "We were actually just discussing how best to figure out just how bad it is," he offers. "We may have just found Sandpoint's salvation in this little book of Tsuto's." The young man shakes his head awkwardly. "It's still hard to believe it's come to this. As much money as Tsuto would have had, following in his father's footsteps. And whatever happened with Nualia, this is all just crazy."

Turning back to the Mayor, Jannis raises his voice a bit. "If the garrison has any potency crystals we could have, that would be immensely helpful. I think we've begun to get a feel for how each other operate, but if there's actual demons down there..." He lapses into silence, uncomfortable with the possibilities.

Later, when the moment arises, he turns back to Lysander. "About Nualia, she was always kind of an outsider anyway- even if in kind of a good way? And... well, we know she was seeing a boy her father didn't like, but as you said there's still a long way to go to explaining her apparent taste for violence. Maybe we'll find some answers in that cavern," he muses, optimistically.

I agree with the relative value of potency crystals and such. Especially if the mayor or the guards can supply them or help supply them.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej was still trying to decipher the rubbing of the rune he'd taken from beneath the glassworks, and pouring over notes, his own research, comparing it to the journal they'd discovered on Tsuto. It was only when his companions began speaking that he looked up at the Mayor, took a sip of his ale, and nodded his agreement. "Not goin' ta lie, there's alot of bloody questions we still need 'ta answer, ya? An' maybe some things that tha' good folk 'o Sandpoint need ta' answer for, like my friend Lysander says." He nodded towards Jannis, "And Jann's got the sense 'o it. We need magic, an' we need answers, if'n'ya got a good scribe, or some old scrolls lyin' about your office, they may help. Anythin' we can use ta' put an end to this threat, it'd be useful. 'til then I'd keep double watch, and not let this slip out to the locals, folks start panicking, and things gonna go from bad to worse, ya?"

[DrK]

The mayor nods and smiles thanking you all. At mention of doubling the guard and the potency crystals she nods her head "My thanks, my sincere thanks. We shall see you are well treated for aiding us. As for the crystals, yes, I konw the garrison has a small stock of such things for unforseen eventualities and we could see fit to share them with you. We could spare 6 i believe without weakening the garrison overmuch."

She smiles, and nods to the barmaid, "Please, they need their rest today, let them have anything to eat and drink today, tomorrow, they need their strength. Bill it to my tab." With a smile and a more confident she walks she bids you good day and heads out.



So she will get you 6 xtals. ANything else or happy to move onto the next morning and return to the caverns.

[stack]

Jon resumes his meal. "Best we turn in early and get an start first thing. The sooner the matter is concluded the happier I will be."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods his agreement, seems about to try and speak around another mouthful of food and decides otherwise. He nods again, chewing animatedly.

"What he said," he finally mutters, after what appears to have been a laborious bite of lamb shank.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej flipped through the scrolls provided by the mayor, nodding his thank. And like his companions, he devoured the evening's meal, preparing for the day ahead, the very real possibility of his death. "Let's call it a night my friends, tomorrow brings a day of fire, blood, and hopefully, our victory, ya?"

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander waits until the Mayor is out of hearing range and says to the others, sour and cynical "Don't like it one bit. I mean, I thought Sandpoint was a boring town and now I discover you people made someone so angry she wants to burn you all and become a demon." he then stands up, nods to Jannis and then points at the door "Well, you promised me talk with that priestess. Let's go."

[DrK]

(Assuming Jannis agrees), Jannis and Lysnader head up towards the Cathedral, the dark outline of the newly sanctified cathedral perhaps a little more foreboding as you start to unravel the history of the original! Knocking gently on the door one of the young choir boys lets you into the empty cathedral, the shadows cast by the flickering candles long and twisting

You are left beneath the stained glass windows, that glow a luminescent white in the moonlight for a few minutes before Sister ALexis arrives, her blonde hair pulled up in a practical bun, a long blue dress on that has sleeves rolled up to the elbows and arms and the front of the dress covered in flour. She looks at Jannis and Lysander in some confusion, "Are you well? Are you injured? I had heard of the horrors within the glassworks. Are you ok?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis starts, having forgotten his agreement, but still content to fulfill it. "Right, of course. Uhhh, let me just finish this..." He takes a few more hurried bites, having put away no small amount of fare, and washes it down quickly with a mug of bland but suitable ale. "Right then, let's go. They'll probably let anyone in, night or day, but I don't rightly need to ask," he chuckles.

"Don't ask me," Jannis murmurs. "He called this meeting." He hooks a thumb at Lysander, not rudely, but quite matter-of-factly. "Seems trustworthy enough, and he's already put his life on the line for me a few times since yesterday, so it only seems fair."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"Wouldn't say I'm well, but I'm not injured. Went from guard duty for the Scarnettis to having killed more people in a couple of days than in the three years before - they're just goblins, but still..." Lysander shudders, seemingly not that keen on killing goblins; he doesn't seem to feel guilt or mercy for the goblins, more a distaste for the act. He strokes his unkempt beard, stalling for a bit of time while collecting his thoughts then speaks, cold anger in his voice "Wanted to talk to you because you're both priests. You" pointing at Alexis "healed me yesterday and told me Desna resisted your request. You said like it never happened before. Why would she do that?" sour and sullen now, even though was just the day before it seems the sellsword has spent time mulling over those words "I mean, was because you were trying to heal me? What I ever did to Desna?"

[DrK]

The young sister nods to a pew and helps Lysander to one of them before shaking her head. "I don't know Master Lysander, it was but a momentary thing.." she pauses, seeing the upset expression on Lysnader's face, "Maybe it was me, I am unused to seeing such violence and I was mistaken."

She kneels down beside him and takes his hand. "Maybe if she had doubts on you some good deeds can correct it, I can see you mean well. Just look at what you've been doing of late." She nods to Jannis beside you. "I had heard of the good works you had done, you got rid of those goblins and saved poor Ameiko." She gives his had a gentle squeeze, "Come now Master Lysander, please, take heart, Desna will shelter you and give you sweet dreams, work with Master Jannis here, and I'm sure things will go well."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis smirks. "See? Nothing to worry about," he quips. "And I can confirm that Old Deadeye will always look after us. This is my home, and Erastil blesses homes and those who defend them." He looks back and forth between the young priestess and the swordsmen- jaded early for his years.

He scowls, thoughtfully. "You worry too much, Lysander. Things are far from good right now, but we're already well on our way to making them better. The answers might not be what we were hoping for, but they were answers. And there will be more."

[DrK]

With reassurance from both Jannis and the young Sister of Desna they both wait expectantly for Lysander to respond and answer any further questions the young mercenary has before you look up and realise that the evening is drawing in, shadows springing up around the town as they trudge back to rowdy and noisy Rusty Dragon, their seats still free and empty beside Alexji and Jon

---

The night passes by with each of you having fitful dreams, a yawning cavern, an eerie laugh and a great feeling of rage and hate. Each of you waking up several times doused in sweat from the roubling dreams and thankful that morning has finally come.

[stack]

Jon puts the dreams out of his mind as morning dawns, replacing them with thoughts of the tasks ahead. Well, vague ruminations on the tasks ahead. The task at hand was breakfast and not giving it proper consideration would be unthinkable.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

The sellsword seems clearly unconvinced by the two priests words, but says nothing. He quietly follows Jannis to the Rusty Dragon and goes to sleep, even though sleep doesn't come easy. Blood-filled dreams, deep-seated anger that makes getting some rest quite difficult. When morning comes Lysander gets dressed and grogginly makes his way to the common room of the inn, hoping for a decent breakfast that would make his day at least bearable.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej, after retiring to his room, spent much of the night conducting a ritual of summoning, calling forth a small, dishevelled barn owl from the neighboring farm lands surrounding the town. Then he infused the creature with a portion of his arcane energies, transforming it from a tiny, feathered rodent, into a reservoir of energy that he, himself, could draw upon in times of dire need. What he hadn't accounted for, was the solitary, stubborn nature of the creature, and it's insistence to flap about the room during the ritual, While successful, he surveyed the shards of crockery, the draperies that had been slashed by the owl's talons, and the roken chair, that he, himself, had tripped over trying to prevent the creature from escaping. In the end, the ritual was a success, but given the creature's tired, snarky attitude, he named it, simply, Grump.

His sleep, when he finally did manage to bed down as equally as disturbing, visions of a possible future, or errant memories of the day's discoveries seeping into his unconsciousness. He was not thrilled as the sun began to crest the horizon, however, seemingly in apology for his behaviour the previous night, he woke up to three dead rats on the pillow beside him, Grump perched on the end of the bed, squawking at his master.

He sighed, and wandered downstairs, towards the strong smell of ground kaffa beans steeping in water. He looked at the faces of his companions, who looked equally tired and disspirited. Shrugged his narrow shoulders, "At least the kaffa smells good." As the wizard spoke, a small, mangy looking owl, brown and grey feathers landed on his staff, the coloration over it's right eye a deep chocolate brown, compared to the golden brown around it's left giving it the look of a brawler who just came out of a scrap.

SQUAWK!

"Enough outta you," Alexej said, as he eyed his friends, "always thought familiars were a benefit to a mage. Beginning to believe that might have been a line of bull, masters wanting their apprentices to suffer as much as them." And with a sigh he went back to his coffee.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis returns to the Rusty Dragon, content for the time being to continue following his last instructions from Father Zantus to do what he can to help. Despite a few years of bunking mostly in the acolyte's chambers of the cathedral-in-remodel, he still finds himself a hair uneasy- longing once more for the comfort and familiarity of his childhood bed at home, despite the undeniable truth that acolytes sleep on finer stuff than farmhands. In his lodgings at the Rusty Dragon, he finds himself for the first time in a bed who's primary design is to attract business, and the deliberately-designed comfort feels decidedly out of place. Between that and the odd rustling and occasional hoots permeating the walls, the young cleric finds sleep only by divine meditation.

In the wake of such a demanding and stressful day, he drifts to sleep. Pestered by nightmares of unkind laughter and decidedly unusual anger, Jannis struggles to relax. After the third such time of waking in a cold but angry sweat, he abandons any thoughts of being well-rested, instead resigning himself to another dreary day as if back on the farm. Still a few hours before sunrise, he wanders downstairs and finds a table along the wall in the empty common room. He uses a coal from the smoldering fire to light one of the evening lamps, and pulls out a small journal. Unable to rest in the conventional sense, he puts his thoughts and worries to paper.

When Jon and Lysander make their way down, Jannis greets them warmly, if not precisely happily. He quickly begins to scowl and worry when it's revealed that they all shared a similar experience with (or perhaps without) sleep. For the next several minutes, while the group struggles to wake and start the day as best the can, Jannis finds himself occupied by pestering each and every person he sees, anxious to know more about this bizarre communal nightmare.

Dunno if you need rolls, but I would like to know as much as we can about the nightmares. Was it us? did other patrons at the Rusty Dragon have these nightmares? How about townsfolk sleeping elsewhere?

[DrK]

Awakening in the morning, each of you appears bleary eyed after a poor nights sleep. Each of you having shared the same sort of horrible dreams of rage and murder where you had visions of you strangling people, killing them or going down under a mob of fists and kicks - troubling dreams indeed! As you enjoy some fruits, bread and a light breakfast ale you overhear several of the waiting and kitchen staff discussing similar and you think that its not just you that suffered.


----

After breakfast you make your way to the clifftops and the glassworks. Arriving you see one of the local guards, Brent. He nods to Lysander, "Morning Lysander, quiet night here. You lads heading down into those caverns?" He unlocks a heavy padlock and chain that has been slung across the door. "Desna's luck be with you. I'm up here but if I hear screaming I ain't likley to be running down there." Nodding you in he offers a wry grin and lets you back in.

Heading down the caverns you reach the narrow storage area and can see beyond the broken sections of wall the ancient caverns and on the wall daubed in paint the ancient Thassilonian rune of wrath. The cavern splts left and right, one heading towards the coast, and as you consider the direction you realise it heads to the small outcropping known locally as "Choppers Isle" after the hideout of the towns serial killer many years ago. The cavern to the left follows the coast South. As you begind to head down there you can see the dust and ancient walls are dry and bear no sign of salt water or seaweed. EVentually after some 300m you can see a pair if caverns opening to the right and a a long path continuing forward

[stack]

We do visit the nicest places." Beorn quips. "Shall I scout ahead?"

[Farmerbink]

Jannis nods uncomfortably to Brent as the party files past. "Can't rightly say I blame you," he mutters, beginning to wonder what exactly he's gotten himself into. The glassworks is much like he remembers it: only much too messy and gross to be acceptable to the late Kaijitsu patriarch. It's a bizarre, unsettling place- so nearly resembling something normal but yet quite apparently off. Before setting off either direction, he takes a few moments to proclaim a simple incantation, causing illumination to appear from the grip of his repurposed bow.

In the caverns, he quickly notes the final destination of the right-leading tunnel. "This has gotta lead to Chopper's Isle," he offers, from a few paces behind Jon. "Explains how he was able to get in and out without being caught for so long," he adds, with a near-silent shudder. "Let's head back and check the other way."

Back at the fork, the young cleric glances uneasily into the dark tunnel leading towards the town. "How far do you think it goes?" he breathes. "Never thought there'd be some vast Thassilonian cavern under our sleepy little town..." He turns to nod at Jon, grateful for the man's steady presence. "Don't get too far ahead," he whispers.

[stack]

If no one objects, Jon will move ahead and shift into a rat again, advancing cautiously. getting the lay of the land and avoiding trouble, Have 10 minutes on the pest form, so trying to stay where he can get back without shifting again, though he has a second focus point in an emergency.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander groans a bit when he hears Brent's words, then smirks maliciously "Better that way. In the dark your ugly mug could be easily mistaken for one of the goblins." and then proceeds to follow the others down in the tunnels. After a while, when Jon offers to be the party scout, the sellsword points the blade towards the darkness ahead and says "Be my guest. Do not worry, if you scream, guess at least the priest's going to try to save you." Lysander shrugs and waits for Jon to go ahead and find if there's any threat down there.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej, despite his sardonic demeanor, was unnerved as they descended into the caverns beneath the Glassworks. He could feel Grump's presence, some arcane connection established by the ritual, and despite the scraggly owl's abrasive nature, that was of some comfort to him considering the images and dreams which had invaded his dreams last night. Flashes of, ineffectuaqlly, commanding his body as it performed acts abhorrant to him, was not unfamiliar to him, given his apprenticeship under Maester Immaldur's Geas. On waking it took him sometime to seperate that which was a corrupting influence of the Thassilonian rune, from his own memories, and the crimes he committed while under the influence of his mentor's sadistic compulsions.

He looked at the rune as the descended, "Dunno that I mentioned it yesterday, but that rune is an acient Thassilonian symbol depicting Wrath," he looked at his companions, "be careful mates. Somethin' down here is mighty pissed at something," his mind wandered to Lysander's outburst the other day, blaming this raid on some hidden secret, crime, that had been committed by the citizens of Sandpoint. "'n it knows it's stuff, Thassilonian rune's ain't somethin' you learn about outside o' specialized schools. So we're dealin' with something, or someone, who is smart, 'n driven enough to learn ancient 'n arcane lore."

OOC: Not sure if I rolled previously, but what does Alexej know about Thassilonian Runes, specifically Wrath? Relevent skills might be Arcana or Lore (Archaeology), both at the same bonus, +8. So, in the event that a check is needed, [roll0], and we'll see if that nets us anything useful or relevent.

[DrK]

Alexej looks at the runes, but aside from remembering that there were the 7 "sins" of magic from the ancient Runelords he can remember little esle. As the party shuffle up the tunnel, lamp light glowing and flickering flames lighting the way. As you see the walls slowly changing and showing signs of more working Jon pauses, his form shifting into that of a small rat as he scurreies forward.

Peeking up the corridor the rat form of Jon can see a natural cave branching off to the right, a second cave juts off o the right some 10ft further on. The corridor curves slighly and ends with a stone door some 80ft ahead (assuming you are 20ft short of the first cavern). Even as the rat-Jon pauses his whiskers twitch and he can creep forward to the edge of the cave and spy a natural cavern (like a 30ft deep tear drop 20ft wide off the long tunnel you approach from. In the chanbler holding a long glaive an pacing is a bizzare looking emaciated creature of alien build and savage form...

https://2e.aonprd.com/Images/Monsters/Sinspawn.png

[stack]

Jon returns the the others, resuming is usual form, and reports his findings, sketching a layout in the dirt. He describes the creature as best he can. "Only saw the one. Probably could get the jump on it if we are careful, not sure what is beyond though. Could be more somewhere."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis snorts at Lysander's quip. "Darn right, I will." When Alexej pontificates over the rune, the young cleric starts frowning. "Worst kind of enemy, that. A smart one, I mean."

When Jon returns and starts describing some kind of hideous, alien creature, Jannis frowns even deeper. "Wrath, yeah? So who wants to play bait? I figure it'll charge anyone it sees, right?"

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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Lysander grins at Jannis and his righteousness, then listens to Alexej and scratches his head like he's trying to figure out something; then he shrugs and says tentatively "Well, those two - Tsuto and Nualia - seem quite wrathful. I mean, they want to burn Sandpoint to the ground just because they had issues with their parents." a brief pause, he looks around and grimaces "Well, that. And the dreams. Don't dream much, most of the times I am too wasted for dreams to show up. But I never dreamt such things - butchering faceless people, anger fueling my every strike." he shudders a bit, uncomfortable and worried.

When Jon comes back from his reconaissance, the sellsword sighs and says to Jannis "I'll do it. Need to feel my blood pumping, way too many thoughts in my head right now."

[stack]

"I will be right behind you."

[DrK]

As Lysander steps out, deliberately and loudly making noise there is a snuffling sound and the sin spawn stalks out into the corridor. It pauses, a single word "Wracko" hissing from its weird segmented maw. Its eyeballs Lysander before snarling....

OOC
Its 20ft away from lysander, but the party has won the initiative

- Do any of you speak Aklo?

[stack]

"Wracko yourself." Jon sends an arc of lightning toward the creature.1st action: Intimidate to demoralize [roll0]
2nd & 3rd actions: electric arc [roll1] Basic Reflex DC 17

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej crept behind his companions, "Don't you bloody well die Lysander," he grumbled, "haven't had a decent pubmate in years, ya?" As the creature turned towards them, the party fanned out, and the invoker moved his hands in an complex gesture, weaving a thread of elemental fire into a complex knot and casting it forth towards his foe. "Adolebitque et fragmen stercore!"

OOC: Action 1&2: Cast Produce Flame (http://2e.aonprd.com/Spells.aspx?ID=236), [roll0] vs AC, for [roll1] fire damage, doubled with another [roll2] persistent fire damage if the attack is a critical success.

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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After the initial magical salvo of his companion, Lysander rushes forward trying to overwhelm the creature with speed and aggression, a powerful overhead so the fight would end quickly. Doesn't seem to notice much of what's being said, more focused on killing and not be killed - after the strike, he immediately steps backward and put his sword in front of him to parry any kind of retalation by the beast.


Action 1 & 2 - Sudden Charge [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Action 3 - Dueling Parry, +2 AC

[Farmerbink]

Jannis follows closely as Jon and Lysander lead the party down the tunnel. Whatever he was expecting from the druid's description, the bizarre creature before them isn't it. He's visibly unnerved by the alien being, but wastes no time with idle chatter. As his companions unleash a magical barrage, the young cleric fires off a lance of divine energy and a quick arrow.

Jannis Sotheby (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2349187)
M NG Human Cleric, Level 2, HP 26/26, Speed 25
AC 16, Fort 5, Ref 6, Will 10, Perc 10
Composite shortbow +6 (1d6+2 Piercing) deadly d10 (Emblazon Armament)
Sickle +6 (1d4 slashing) trip, agile
Dagger +6 (1d4 piercing) versatile slashing, agile
Abilities Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 14
Conditions
Divine Spells: Cantrips: Divine Lance, Forbidding Ward, Guidance, Read Aura, Shield
Soothing Words (1/1 focus)
Bless 2/2
Magic Weapon 1/1
Heal 3/3 (d10)

[roll0] divine lance
[roll1] good damage

[roll2] arrow attack (with penalty)
[roll3] piercing damage

[DrK]

The sin spawn roars loudly in the corridor, its greying skin rancid and slimy. Then its roars of anger turn to shrieks of pain as its struck by crackling lightning and then set ablaze in a great sheet of flame by Alexej, even as it staggers free from he flames Lysander is there sword cleaving down with a massive swing that hews the creaures head in twain leaving nothing but a collapsed body of the crumpled alien creature

[stack]

Jon looks at the fallen form, getting close enough to kick its weapon away, just to be safe. "That went well, I would say."

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej nodded, "We certainly got lucky, despite my feelings on the gods, perhaps your Old Deadeye is watchin' out fer us, eh?" He toed the charred corpse, rolling it over with his staff. "I don't know what manner of creature this is, it appears warped, or twisted, perhaps demonic influence?" Images of the Thassilonian rune filtered through his thoughts, "Or perhaps ancient magicks."

OOC: Going to try to Recall Knowledge to identify the creature, however, I am not sure what check it would be, it looks like Recall Knowledge can be done untrained though, so I will roll d20+INT, if it is Arcana, add a 4 to the result. [roll0], nice! 21 for Religion or Nature, 23 for Occult, and 27 for Arcana, depending on the approriate skill.

[Farmerbink]

Jannis lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I'll say," he mutters, nodding resolutely to Jon.

When Alexej begins voicing his thoughts, the young cleric listens closely. "It's outside my expertise, that's for sure. I'm just glad we didn't get to see what those claws could do. Shall we press on? So far we only got more questions, where we're looking for answers...."

[stack]

If the weapon appears to be worth selling, Jon will take it before proceeding.

[DrK]

Staring at the weird greyish flesh Alexej tries to recall what he knows of them, then he remembers, Sinspawn are corrupted products of magic used by spellcasters in a past era as shock troops for their armies. Literally the embodiment of a sin made flesh, they are sentient abominations of distilled ectoplasm imprinted with the soul-image of slain creatures that possessed an abundance of a particular sin. Beings crafted from corrupt magic they reflect the rune magic being used - wrath/ anger in this case

As Alexej examines the body the others look around the small cave but it empty save for a few rags and scraps of flesh, the weapons are crudely made and you realise relatively new. Peering back into the corridor the party can see another pair of corridors turning right 10ft or ~50ft away...

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

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"Doubt this is the only one down here. Remember what Tsuto wrote on his diary - Nualia was trying to strike some kind of deal with the Quasit so she could have her monsters when she would've attacked Sandpoint again." Lysander kicks the corpse a bit, just to make sure that thing is dead "Guess this is one of them. Never saw anything like it. We should proceed with caution, would be useful if Jon could scout ahead. This place gives me the shivers."

[stack]

Jon nods, holding up a finger. "Give me a few minutes; I don't want to be tapped out if there is a bigger brouhaha."need to refocus; if there is a fight, I want lay on hands available, so don't want to use all his focus. After 10 minutes, shift and scout.

[DrK]

After waiting a few minutes Jon once more sembles into his rat form and scurries off to do some more exploration. He runs forward sniffing around, nose low to the ground. Scurrying down the first turning the rocky cavern leads to small chamber. The original purpose of this chamber is unclear, large mounds of rubble lie strewn on the floor. The wall to the west has been torn torn door where you entered and a door, engraved with thassilonian runes heads to the north

The next door to the right leads to a wide chamber, likley an entrance hall of some sort. A red marble statue of a strikingly beautiful but at the same time monstrously enraged human woman stands in the middle of this room, her stony expression twisted in fury. The woman wears flowing robes and her long hair is held back from her face by an intricate headdress of hooks and blade. In her left hand she carries a large hook, the face of which is inscribed with a seven pointed star. Her right hand clutches a glittering metal and ivory ranseur. Around the entrance hall a tunnel to the east vanishes into darkness, a door stands to the north and a tunnel to the south splits in two.

The rocky lava tube ends to the north in another stout door.

https://i.imgur.com/5F7JZhh.png

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Intrigued by Jon's description of the red-stone statue, Alexej spoke quietly, "I would like to investigate the statuary, to determine it's origins, perhaps the person it depicts will assist us in determining the origins of these caverns?" He paused, "But as Lysander so aptly pointed out, there are likely more of these tainted creations down here with us, so we should move with caution and purpose, yes?"

OOC: Assuming it is possible to do so, I would like to a) Cast Detect Magic on the statue to ensure it isn't magically trapped or warded, and then b) use Lore (Archaeology) to determine it's origins, [roll0].

[stack]

After making his report, Jon agrees with Alexej, "Yes, we should be safe to move into the room, though try to avoid excessive noise until we have investigated the side passages."

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

"A marble statue, you say? Guess we found our pay." the sellsword smirks, greed in his eyes "Should sell well on the market." sword pointing north, Lysander starts moving "Let's go. I'll stand guard while you do your stuff. Doubt I could be of much help, never learned much of the old empire."

[Farmerbink]

Jannis follows silently. He's more than a little nervous about their findings so far, and thoroughly uncomfortable in the dank catacombs. His eyes glance uneasily down the cross passages, leaving him if anything more uneasy as they fail to penetrate the darkness. He carries his bow with arrow nocked, tip pointed downward, and never keeps his eyes in one place for long.

[DrK]

The statue is impressive, the woman amazing in her grace and beauty although Alexej cannot place who she might be, other than clearly an ancient Thassilonian of some importance. As he casts about with magical senses the walls and the statue themselves glow with a dull abjurant aura of magic, some sort of magical preservative he would think. The ransuer in her right hand glows with a pulsing transmutation and after close examination the young mage realises that the Ranseur could be taken away and is in fact and enchanted weapon!

Its a +1 ransuer so, +1 potency rune for +1 to hit


Staring down the passages you can see the North leads to a door, the east leads downa long corridor rising up several little steps to a door after some 50ft and the south splits into two passageways that leads deep into the catacombs

[Farmerbink]

Jannis warily glances at his allies, particularly Alexej. "Anything here worth noting?" he asks the mage. "Otherwise, let's move on. That way, if no one else has a preference," he comments, nodding towards the eastern corridor.

[Zero Prime]

https://i.postimg.cc/nrd9CXKv/Aeryn-thar-Varendiil.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/Kj3gR01J/Owl-Familiar.jpg
Alexej Vladislav, Human Evoker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273111)
AC: 16 | HP: 22 | Class DC: 18
Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +6 | Will: +8 | Perception: +6
Spell Slots: 1st: 4/4 | Focus Pool: 1
Active Effects: None.
Conditions: None.

Alexej, noticing Jannis' withering look, pulls his thouhts back to the present, "Sorry, the statuary looks familiar, Thassilonian in design, but the details escape me." He paused, "However, the spear she carries, it is engraved with a rune of potency, and, given time, I should be able to transfer the rune to Lysander's blade, so it may be worth the time to remove it from the dias, and bring it with us, yea?"

He shrugged, "'n other than that I'd like to check these hallways 'fore we open that door, see what we can see?"

[Bunny Commando]

Lysander - HP: 34\34 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None

---------------

Lysander throws a glance to the statue, frowning and squinting "Well, whoever she was she looks like someone who could mop the floor with us." and Alexej's words make him whistle in approval "If you manage to make my sword more powerful I promise I'll not complain about the lack of any reward for our work. At least for a while." the sellsword grins, quite pleased "I mean, Hemlock and Deverin are still cheapskates - but I guess something good came out of this whole mess."

The mercenary looks at the eastern corridor, then at the door right in front of them "I believe it would be better to have a look right behind this door. I mean, the corridor there'll take us somewhere else; the door here'll lead to just a room."

The door Lysander is referring to is the one at I-11

[DrK]

The ranseur with a sharp tug is prised free from the imposing woman's grasp and feels light and agile in your hands. Its a beautiful weapon, with a craftmanship that you suspect would be struggled to be matched in modern times. Although none of you want to use it, you all realise that its worth a small fortune!

Casting about you look down the eastern corridor, the dancing lights floating down the stairs but only leading to another door. The passage to the south is more interesting, the furthest tuinnel leading back to where you started, the tunnel to the furthest south terminating a chamber that has nothing but large mounds of rubble strewn on the floor, the door opening you relaise has led you back to where you started.

The second path is far more interesting, as the tunnel of smooth worked stone widens into whatt appears to be a shrine. In the northeast corner some steps lead up to a platform of grey stone that bears an ancient grey stone that is little more than a jagged block of black marble. The basin atop it filled with a dark oily fluid

https://i.imgur.com/82taVwm.png