DrK Wrath Righteous Reboot IC

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) Leonius is glad to see Gwerm leave. The man was a thorn in his side, and he assumed he was in the days to come either. Knowing or not if Gwerm was a fool, thinking he would survive on his own, Telum was not eager to check on the mansion. Instead he guided his friends away from the manor, likewise lacking any respect of the station of Gwerm. He did not respect his position as priest, so why should Leonius respect his lordship? As Anivia asked for another detour, the cleric could supress his colder demeanor. If you wish. Check if she is there quickly, but just know the blessings the Inheritor granted me today are dwindling. I can feel Her trust in me rising, but this will not be realized until my next prayer.

[RCgothic]

Tali nods in agreement. "I'll help you inside if you'd like," she offers, hoping that whatever they find will sooth the scout's worries.

[Starbuck_II]

"See you later Gwerm, may you be safe inside" Mong stated and waved as the old merchant walked into his house. He was annoying but something made Mong respect him for defending his home instead of traveling to Defender's with the other crusaders.


Mong walks somberly, tired, and not going by sheer will. It has been a long day. Not just the fighting, he saw those he started to see as friends almost die.
Plus, all this fighting and they aren't even that much richer. Adventuring was supposed to be way more profitable. Sure, he gained a cool sword, but where is the jingle jangle of coins?

"Wouldn't she have ran for cover instead of hiding in your house? I guess, we can check your house just in case, but you owe us a favor, I mean, we have walking all day literally from the bowels of the earth to the ruined cities above. After that, we rest at Defender's Heart I hope.""

[DrK]

Aneiva, the scout limping along grimly, nods to Leonius and Mong, "You have my thanks. My wife Irabeth is a Captain of the Eagle Watch, and so she would have run to the fighting but if she was hurt or if she retreated she would have left word hear." She pauses, eyes welling with tears that are slowly forced back, "She cannot be dead, I would know if she was." The house is a modest affair, a simple house with a bedroom and study upstairs and a modest living space and kitchen on the ground floor. Despite Irabeth's high rank within the Eagle Watch Aneiva's wife was generous to the church and soup kitchen's for veterans and other church funded charities.

Aneiva pauses near the door, the door off its hinges and as she shouts, "Irabeth... Irabeth... are you there?"... but only silence echoes from the neat living space. Oddly girlish pink throws cover a pair of worn sofas to the right of the doorway and a kitchen filled with delicate china and a collection of fine looking bottles of brandy fill the left. A set of stairs curling back on themselves leading upstairs straight ahead, the walls of the stair well covered with paintings of what you recognise as Aneiva and her half-orc wife Irabeth in various battles scens.

Anieva pauses, looking crestfallen, "Someone has been here.. but nothing is destroyed. I must look upstairs, we have a hidden alcove, she would leave a note there."" As she hobbles ino the room however there is a shout from upstairs, a harsh voice calling down in guttural common "Aneiva.. is that you, you b****. I had hoped for your race traitor of a wife but you'll do. You shouldn't have come looking for her, now she'll find your corpses in your own bed...". Aneiva has time to nutter an oath, and Tali beside can hear "Vagorg... how?" before in a puff of brimstone smoke a large red beetle trailing fire the size of a dog appears on the stairs and sprays a jet of fire over Tali and Aneiva!

Ref DC 12 for half of (2d4)[4] damage

The house is 20ft deep and from the door its 10ft to the bae of the stairs and then a run up a curling set of stairs. There is currently a glowing red demonin beetle on the stairs!

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) Leonius is surprised as well, but stands far away enough so he is not affected by the demonic flames. The voice and then a lowly abyssal beast confuse him for a second. He draws his shield and blade yet again. Bringing race into this, are we? Reveal yourself, coward. he says before facing the beast in single combat, yet leaving a bit of space for another combatant. Spoiler Show (1d20+3)[4] (1d8+2)[6] Leonius stands to the side. I assume we cannot flank, and the stairway is too narrow to have more than two melee combatants engaged. I am mostly positioning myself forward so the beetle cannot follow the two women without risk.

[In4Dimensions]

Seira sighs, and another badger pops into existence, behind the beetle.

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(1d20+1)[18] - (1d3)[3]
(1d20+1)[14] - (1d2)[1]
(1d20+1)[6] - (1d2)[1]

If it can flank with Leonius, add 2 to each attack roll.

[Starbuck_II]

Mong races up stairs (40 ft movement), if he can reach any bad guy he'll swing his sword. If not he will get close enough to attack next turn (providing flanking).
"Look we have had a long day, surrender and you'll keep your toes!"

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Status:
AC: 15 () HP: 23/23
touch: 12, ff: 13, CMD: 19
Saves: +7/+2/+3

Sword - (1d20+5)[23]
SwordDam - (1d8+3)[8]

[RCgothic]

"Stay behind us Anevia!" Tali warns, scowling at the obvious intrusion into her friend's house. She advances up the stairs behind Mong, though more cautiously. If she determines the owner of the voice he'll be getting a face full of fire missiles!

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Move behind Mong.
Fire Missiles if we encounter the foe: (1d4+3)[6](1d4+3)[7] (+2 per missile for Blood Havoc and Bloodline Arcana).

Else no standard action.

[DrK]

Down the at the bottom of the stairs the beetle sprays fire over Tali and Aneiva, the scout screaming as her clothes catch fire and she drops and rolls. As the beetle moves to scuttle forwards Seira steps in and a glowing golden badger appears and pounces upon the dog sized beetle. There is a rolling mass of fur and chitin before the badger rises victorius.

As the golden badger dispatches the beetle Mong leaps past the badger and Leonious and runs upstairs to find an empty landing! The landing ends in a neat bedroom, now ruined as the bed is slashed and ripped apart and the wardrobe and chests are pulled open, clothes and books strewn over the floor, a faint smell of acrid urine rising from the pile of clothes - an indignity heaped upon them by the invader.

Of the invader there is no sign.... Then in a flash on the far side of room there is a ripple of magic and a flare of 3 missiles stream across the room slamming into Mong as he stopped to look in surprise at the sudden appearance of an invisible foe!

The creature is an orc, garbed in red armour clutching a long decorative ranseur that spits magic, one who snarls "Aneiva's pets. I shall kill you all, then skin the b****"



Even as he speaks Tali appears and lets fly with a pair of magical missiles that punch holes in the armour with unexpected force leaving green blood leaking onto the floor....

OOC

Leonius misses,
Seira releases the angry badger that kills the beetle
Mong runs upstairs and see's nothing

Varagog is invisible, then fires a trio of magic missiles at Mong and appears in the corner of the room (3d4+3)[10] Damage to Mong

Tali appears and fires back....


Rest of the party to go

[u-b]

Gashur was guarding outside when the inside becomes quite busy with activity. Spending a moment to take another look around to make sure there is nothing to see outside, and to listen to the situation inside to determine if it will or will not resolve itself, Gashur then walks quickly in and upstairs to take part in whatever is happening.

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Double move this turn.

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) Since when did you know cultists, Anevia? the cleric asks half-curious, half-joking. As Mong is hit by the magical orbs, the cleric is visibly enraged. He touches his friend's shoulder with his blade. Iomedae give you strength to pursue this blasphemer. as light surges within Mong. Spoiler Show CLW from my last slot. (1d8+3)[10]

[Starbuck_II]

"Thank, Leonius, now to show this guy justice blade first!"
Mong charges and swings his blade hard on the evil orc.

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Status:
AC: 13 (-2 charge) HP: 23/23
touch: 12, ff: 13, CMD: 19
Saves: +7/+2/+3

Attk - (1d20+7)[8]
Dam - (1d8+3)[8]

[In4Dimensions]

Seira summons another badger, flanking the orc with Mong.

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Bite - (1d20+3)[6] - (1d3)[2]
Claw - (1d20+3)[16] - (1d2)[1]
Claw - (1d20+3)[7] - (1d2)[1]

[DrK]

The badger appears behind the red armorued orc, claws scraping off the armour as Mong trips on the clothing on the floor as he runs forward, a trail of orcish blood healing as Leonius backs him up. THe Ranseur wielding orc looks at Mong with a shake of his head, 2Brother, why do you fight with these pink skins.... we should ally against them. ALLY AGAINST THEM..." as he steps back the words echo loudly in Mong's ears as he realsies tha he does indeed want to be friends with this half orc and the rise of a Green Empire is a good idea!

OOC

Varog 5ft steps away from Mong
Casts Charm Person on Mong Will DC 14 or be charmed by the Orc
- generates an AoO from the badger
(concentration if necessary (1d20)[13] + ????)

[RCgothic]

"Go to hell!" Tali retorts as she uses her final reserves of energy to blast him with another two fire missiles.

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Fire Missile (1d4+3)[6](1d4+3)[7]

[DrK]

Varog staggers as the twin flaming missiles and hint of fear play out on the red armoured orc's features as Mong shakes hi head throwing off the enchantment.... The look of fear is fleeting as Varog grips the strange ornate ranseur preparing to charge....


No actions as still need all the rest of the players to act, just adding a filler post as I'm catching back up with the forums

[u-b]

As the situation still does not resolve itself, Gashur charges, with a surge of usual battle rage going through his whole body. He tries to stick the spike of his long-shafted hammer straight into orc's chest.

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Lucerne hammer: (1d20+11)[14] for (1d12+8)[10] cold iron piercing (incl. +2/+2 rage, +2/+0 charge)

AC 13 for the round.

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) Mong, seek your heart. I trusted you with the blade of an angel. Do not betray this city, no matter how vile some of its people have been to your kind! Still, he assumes a defensive stance interposing himself between Mong and Tali.

[In4Dimensions]

Seeing her badger and allies busy at work with the single half-orc, Seira adopts a defensive stance. No need to rush into combat and potentially waste unnecessary healing.

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Seira takes the Total Defense action.

[DrK]

The orc is tough and strong, still staggering from Tali's onslaught of magic missiles it manages to raise its own ranseur to block Mong's attack and Gashur's long swing of the lucerne hammer. Although as Mong, Gashur and Leonius join the line in front of him he curses under his breath "I'll get you and your wife!" he screams to Aneiva before lunging once at Gashur and then turning and running for the window, his back exposed briefly as he makes a run for it

OOC

Stab at Gashur [rol]1d20+6[/roll] dam (2d4+3)[11]
EDIT: attack in OOC was a 10.... not the best

Then flee and jump through the window
- Provoking AoO from Mong, Gashur and Leonius

- If he lives acrobatics (1d20-3)[14] to try and drop the falling damage by 10ft and land on his feet
- damage from jumping out the first floor (2d6)[1][2](3)

[u-b]

Gashur does not feel like he's letting anyone just run. He makes a thrust at the orc with the full intent to chase him wherever he goes if that is not enough.

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Lucerne hammer AoO: (1d20+9)[20] for (1d12+8)[19] cold iron piercing (incl. +2/+2 rage)
Conditional acrobatics: (1d20+5)[20] or (2d6)[5][3](8)

So, we either smack the guy OR Gashur lands on his feet, spending the move for the round. Will ready an attack action right after that, to smack the guy if he does not surrenter.

[DrK]

Gashur parries the clumsy stab with the odd looking ranseur and then brings the hammer down with grin finality on the orcs head before he can reach the window. Behind him he suddenly hears Aneiva speak, the thief pale and sweating from the pain and effort of climbing the stairs on her shattered leg.
”Good, you’ve done Mendev and the River Kingdoms a service. Varagog was a foul servant of the demon prince Xoveron. Irabeth, my wife, foiled his cult in Tymon before they could slaughter many. He was sentenced to death in the fighting pits. We had thought him long dead.”

Limping to the wall behind the bed she pushes a concealed catch and smiles as potions wrapped in silk and a note are revealed. “she lives! Irabeth survived the attack” she exclaims, her plain features brightening with relief and joy. “she has joined the others at the Defenders Heart and the password is silver strong, she left some supplies to help but please take them.” The last as she offers the 5 neatly labelled glass vials

2 potions of minty cure moderate, a slick oily potion of invisibility, a fiery red potion of lesser restoration and silvery oil of divine favour (CL6)

Looking at the orcs body the shining red armour shimmers and fades as Tali realises it was ornate mage armour but the onyx topped wand is useful, as is the potion on is belt. The long ranseur appears to be obsidian but is hard as steel and glows with transmutation

Potion of Expedious retreat, wand magic missile [CL 3,11 charges], 42gp, Ranseur of the Gargoyle [Ranseur +1, +4 to disarms, 5/day as swift stony skin +2 Nat AC 1 round]

[u-b]

Gashur breathes heavily and stomps a few times on orc's neck to make sure he is dead this time. He then takes a potion of cure moderate wounds, a potion of lesser restoration and all the gold. He lets everybody pick and choose from the rest before preparing to transport anything that's not taken.

[RCgothic]

"That's great news!" Tali celebrates with Anevia, glad for her new friend. "We should go there right away. We're all tired and I'm sure you can't wait to be reunited."

Looking at the small pile of loot, Tali picks out the wand. "I think I can use this," she says, as she feels the sympathetic magics in the ornate baton. "It probably won't be as strong as my innate magic, but at least it will keep me the fights."

"Here, let me help you back down," she offers Anevia so she won't have to struggle.

[DrK]

With the savage orc criminal dead (and then at Aneiva's request tossed out the window and dragged down an alley to not be left rotting in her bedroom) the party are able to move Borh to the NE corner of the city, the city here showing less signs of devastation and with a number of lesser demons, cultists and vile humanoid bodies of varying evil creautures littering the streets it seems a stouter defence was put in this area.

The defender's heart is like a squat small fortress, 3 stories tall modelled on a Mendelvan castle that Kimroth (the owner) once served in before joining the previous crusade and losing an arm to a babau's bite. The small square in front is clear and piles of rubble and furniture have been jammed in the streets accessing the small plaza. Bodies of demonic hounds, cultists and more than a few ichor splashed patches also mark where demons have fallen.

As you approach, a rag tag band with a blind Arivishnal and limping Aneiva there is a shout from the top floor of the Inn, where you can see silhouttes of people with bows and crossbows a near every window. Seconds later from the door of the inn a towering figure in polished gold coloured plate with green skin and short dark hair races out, a shout of "Aneiva, by the inheritor you are alive!"



For her part Aneiva gives Tali a tight embrace, "Its Irabeth, she is here!" and waves happily. The two women embracing. Irabeth, a massive and strong looking woman looks at you all, her eyes giving Mong and Gashur an appraising glance. "Welcome to the heart of the resistance. Leonius," she says, recognising the cleric, "I do not what you have been through but be welcome here, at least temporarily and tell me how you came to bring my wife back."

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) Leonius strikes the fleeing man too, but once the vicious halforc crushes the vile assailant, the old man just flinches. Minutes later at the inn, Leonius finally releases the tension in his shoulders. He was not perfectly safe, that he knew, but with a more than just a handful of survivors and guards posted, it was easier to relax. The aasimar smiles. Maybe she more or less dropped into our lap. Gather the wounded around if you haven't healed everyone in here. I still do have a bit of the Inheritor's Light remaining for today, and I will not loose another sould today if it can be helped. When he made sure everyone was more or less in fighting form, Leonius instead approached Mong and Gashur with a more tactical discussion. This pike will defend its wearer and aid its wearer with trying to bring their foe down. Does one of you fancy using this?

[u-b]

Gashur nods to Irabeth and gets himself and his loot safely in. At Leonius' explanation of the capabilities of the weapon, he shrugs. "These things," he points at both the ranseur and the glaive "are magical, all right, but they are wrong material and not of my preferred shape. I can use them, I guess, but only one at a time, so maybe someone here has something useful to barter for, in which case we can dump one or both."

[DrK]

With Irabeth and Aneiva re-united and other Sisters of the Healing Orders present in the In fussing around Arivsihnal and Anieva are hustled inside and taken to rooms upstairs in the Inn. Despite the mass of wounded soldiers and locals their rank and importance gives them a private room. One of the Sisters of the silent Thorn (an order of nuns devoted to Shleyn) offers you water and healing as she channels a wave of light pinkish energy washing away your injuries.

Assume you are fully healed

Even as you are welcomed into the Inn room, many of the soldiers giving waves and nods to those that they recognise Irabeth bids you sit in a cramped booth in the common room as an elderly woman, a bandage around her waist serves a tray of mead and ale from the Inn's supplies. Irabeth settles heavily into a chair, the chair creaking under armoured bulk and looks at each of you with her piercing yellow eyes ablaze with intense joy.

"In the Inheritors name I cannot thank you enough for returning Aneiva to me and us. I am now the highest ranking member of the Eagle watch remaining here. Quednys Orlun is her as well, but the Head librarian is sleeping having expended much of his arcane powers in defence her after the most recent probing attack. Pausing she glances at the well manned inn room where weapons, bows and crossbows are spread out on many surfaces.

"Despite the fall of the city the enemy seem disorganised. The greadt demon, the Storm King killed our protector, but then he left along with most of the most powerful demons. We managed to get word out oft he city, fast riders heading to Nerosyan and the other cities so the Queen will know and aid will be coming. But we need information, in particular about what may have happened to the wardstones. Our wardstone was lost, but the loss of ours will diminish the power of the entire network. We cannot fathom how it may have happened and can only guess that there may have been cultists in the city hiding in plain sight." Sighing she shakes here head at the thought. "We may be asking a great deal of you, in defening here or in trying to search the city for information and survivors, but please tell me of how you survived and how you made your way here?"

Well done brave heroes. You are now Level 4!

[Starbuck_II]

Mong was happy the evil orc died, however, he saddened when the armor faded away. Varagog, Anevia said, he was able to fake armor with magic. That was a cool trick. Mong wished he had better armor, but the important aspect was they surpassed the man.
None can stand against his friends and him.

"I already have this legendary blade, while I could use the Ranseur, it wouldn't be that much stronger. We should sell or trade it for better gear. I still need me some better armor.
Maybe something to protect vs magic missiles", Mong laughs at his wound.

After reaching instead Defender's Hall and asked how they made it here:
"Irabeth was it?
In speaking to you and the rest, men of the greatest city of the West, I wish to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.
We fell into the ground when Storm King worked his attack.
The ground shook, the stone itself turned into pebbles and we razed though.
I thought us dead, and truth to that there was much death all around us. We saw many who were not as lucky.
A few of us were injured like Anevia and the sage that guided us.
But we prevailed and fought all kinds of creatures till we made it to some underground village filled with mongrelfolk.
With their help we intercepted some cultist training grounds.
It was a heroic struggle; and, as is inevitable with all such struggles, it had also a dark and terrible side. Those mongrelfolk were heroes of a forgotten era who once helped prevent invasion of demons in times past, but are now pariah to those who look upon them cursed by the corruption of being too close to demons.
We prevailed and found a passage up and eventually made out way here."
Mong makes his speech and hoped it was understood.
Mong's friend See-yon crawls out and sits on Mong's arm, Mong pets and nuzzled his friend.
It had been a good long day, but for now, it seemed they found safety.

[Spore]

Leonius Caela Telum Aasimar Cleric AC: 17 HP: 22/23 touch: 10, ff: 18, CMD: 14 Conditions: Blessing of Vigilance (Lesser Age Resistance, 22h) How we survived the drop is unknown to us. Of course as a holy-man I have to assume it was the Inheritor's guidance, and it may as well be this way. But as a pragmatist, I doubt she would use her formidable powers to cushion a few soldiers' when there are bigger terrors lurking above. Leonius felt uneasy in this assumption, mainly because it broke with everything he believed, but he was trained as a soldier and as a cleric all the same. Iomedae was not all-powerful. None of the deities were. But it was better for morale the men didn't know how far divine intervention went. In fact he himself wasn't entirely clear on this. Still, the priest thought he needed to say a prayer, if not for him, then at least for the men in the Inn. The Inheritor saved us from dropping to our doom. She is with everyone brave enough to fight for home and country. Taking up a blade is child's play. But wielding it in the face of terror, and with conviction makes a true soldier.