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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5457213" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #24 - February 7, 2011 - And Justice for All</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: Wooo! This one might have to be broken up into a pair of posts because a whole lotta stuff went on last night, including us apparently finishing up a story arc (and having us being a little surprised at how big a deal we were, or appear to be anyway). The neutral characters are really pushing at the limits of how much the good characters can allow them to get away with (and also making me try to see just how far I can stretch the ideals of my neutral good sorcerer, who isn't exactly well-disposed towards those who try to kill him). </p><p></p><p>Great meld of the Runelords mods and our own personal stuff - we had a genuine 'Holy CRAP!' moment at an unmasking of a bad guy, quickly followed by a 'Holy CRAP we're in trouble moment.' I would also like to take a moment to thank the players of Piratecat's Defenders campaign, as I remembered a tactic they used once and adapted it for us last night, making me look very clever indeed.</p><p></p><p>And how did I miss Eagle's Splendor all these levels? Yeeesh!</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>A quick breath, a few muttered spells, and up the stairs we went.</p><p></p><p>Not a great plan. You know, someone had mentioned maybe summoning something to send up the stairs first, but somehow we forgot. For that failing we received a fireball in our faces as we reached the next floor. I managed to avoid the worst of it, but not for the first time I noted that perhaps having my elemental ties to fire instead of air and lightning might have been better for me. Lum was able to heal us up with waves of positive energy.</p><p></p><p>We charged into a large room filled with stacks of lumber, crates, barrels, and angry masked cultists. As evidenced by the fireball, some practitioners of magic as well. I spotted a few of them and tossed a Web to keep them busy, unfortunately snaring only a pair. The rest of the party spread out and the combat became the usual chaotic mess. One of our foes had an especially freaky mask and sounded disturbingly like Londis. He began laying about with a flaming mace, landing solid blows on both the inquisitor and Tofa. He managed to avoid my pit by grabbing one of his allies as he fell and using him for leverage to throw himself clear. His buddy was rewarded by being allowed to splat messily at the bottom.</p><p></p><p>Their caster popped out again and grooved another fireball. Trixie, while kazooing away, sent a celestial ant after the warrior but it was unable to touch him at all. I had more success with a non-blessed one that managed to bite the wizard and hang on. He let out a blue streak of curses he didn't learn at the Academica Arcanica. </p><p></p><p>Londis and Tofa were both bloodied and battered but finally managed to take down the big guy. The caster saw which way the wind was blowing and, breaking free of the ant, threw himself down the blade shaft - the saws had been stilled by Tofa's destruction of the water wheels. I raced back down the stairs and shot a lightning ray at him as he feather-fell down, but missed. Firedrin came floating down after him and also missed with his maul. Seconds later I heard Londis yell 'GREZZ!' and so was ready to Feather Fall him as he dropped down the shaft.</p><p></p><p>Londis didn't miss.</p><p></p><p>Things were swimming along just fine as we looted the place, finding all sorts of stuff including books and a journal and the fact that the entire upper floor was pretty much a gruesome shrine to their crazy god of murder - and also the hastily slain sacrifice victim, alas.</p><p></p><p>Then we unmasked the big warrior. Balls. It was Chief Justice Ironbriar, the guy so keen to keep us locked up . . . was that really just last night? Wonderful.</p><p></p><p>"We'd better make sure we make this body unrecognizable," I said.</p><p></p><p>Firendrin hefted his maul. "Leave that to me."</p><p></p><p>In the belfry we found several caged ravens, apparently phage free. We let one go and had Firedrin's not-owl track it as we set about to pouring copious amounts of oil on Ironbriar's body and the mill in general. We slipped out with our loot and, once across the river, I tossed a simple Spark cantrip and we got outta there.</p><p></p><p>Back at the townhouse we found a note from Trixie's buddy Drannalew - in essence it said he wanted his girlfriend back, and if we gave her to him he'd forget we ever existed. if we didn't he vowed to kill all of us and to find our families and kill them too. He has some issues, that Drannalew. Trixie adamantly insisted that his word wasn't worth salt to a sea turtle, and i was willing to believe her. So we headed in to rest and recuperate - and to do the things we're good at. For me that meant identifying what we'd found, which included some potions, a healing wand, more of those creepy masks and razors, and lots of books. Trixie went to work on a journal we'd found that was written in a mixture of Elven (which we both could read), Abyssal (which she can somehow read), and draconic, which she used a spell for. It had a difficult cypher - which Trixie figured out in a matter of hours - and proved to be a detailed accounting of all the crazy evil <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> Ironbriar had been up to. The half-elf had fallen in love with someone called Wanton of Nature's Pagan Form. That's one hell of a name. In essence, by Trixie decoding this she'd given us a chance to save our asses, if the law somehow figured out we had a hand in. Would that really happen?</p><p></p><p>In the morning Tofa went to put some food and water in the bag of holding for Alastrina - and the bitch was gone. Oh, terrific. I'm sure she won't resent Firedrin having lamed her at ALL. Cursing our mistake, we tried to figure out what to do next. Kina the not-owl had come back and related to Firendrin that the raven had flown to a huge tower in the Shadow, beneath the Irespan. Some of us wanted to head there right away, while myself and some others thought going to the Pathfinder Society first might be a better idea. I couldn't shake the feeling getting in that organization would be nothing but a good thing for us, and while some didn't quite understand my zeal they agreed to go there first.</p><p></p><p>Lord Hidemarch was happy to receive us and listened politely as we nibbled around the edges of Ironbriar's reputation and tossed out names for him to react to. He didn't seem completely resistant to the concept of Ironbriar being corrupt and seemed fascinated by the Skinsaw masks, so I took a chance and told him that Ironbriar had been the leader of a cult of murderers and that we'd killed him, adding in the rest of the story.</p><p></p><p>He sighed. "So, you'll have about 48 hours or so before they've identified his body unless you really destroyed it, and then their scrying spells will find you. Then what?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, we have this journal of his that pretty much says everything."</p><p></p><p>He looked at it. "Elven . . . is that draconic?"</p><p></p><p>Trixie nodded as she cleaned her nails. "I needed a spell for that, but the Elven and Abyssal I already knew."</p><p></p><p>"Okay," he said, nonplussed. "And the cypher seems pretty complex."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, it totally was. Took me three hours, what a pain in the ass."</p><p></p><p>He just looked at her. "It took you three hours to break a cypher based in three languages, one of them being abyssal?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, yes, but I did stop to have a snack."</p><p></p><p>He handed back the volume and looked at us. "I'm not really sure you understand what you've done. This cult has been operating for years, with most of the murders being hushed up, and you just came in and cracked it in a matter of days, exposing one of the justices as a ringleader. Going to the authorities would be in your best interests, but if you know where the trail ends I strongly suggest you finish this before whatever is there spooks and runs." He drummed his fingers together for a moment before chuckling. "So, you've unearthed several previously undiscovered Thasselonian ruins; you've thwarted a goblin invasion; you freed polymorphed sailors just because it was the right thing to do; and you've stopped a ghoul infestation and destroyed a wight, just to name a few things." He laughed again. "If you can finish this thing by yourselves, I would feel most compelled to send you to Absolom and nominate you all for membership in the Pathfinder Society, waiving the usual three year wait."</p><p></p><p>Outstanding. All those books on Thasselonia, all the resources of the Society, plus the prestige . . . not bad for breedo tossed out of his House not too long ago. Plus the info they'd have on possibly getting into (and out of) the Fellnight.</p><p></p><p>Trixie and Londis both protested. "Oh, sure, we do the work. What's in it for us?" he said.</p><p></p><p>Hidemarch looked surprised and started listing things. "The libraries, the status, the vast wealth and magical items, the safehouses . . ."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, THOSE things," Londis said with a gleam in his eyes, and Trixie concurred. "Safehouses are nice."</p><p></p><p>So, off we went to the bad part of town. Several groups of street thugs gave us the once over, but no doubt the grim visage of Londis and the challenging glares from Tofa were enough for them to seek easier prey. Soon we found ourselves at the base of an old clocktower that stretched almost 200 feet up. There was a single door at the base, and the others started discussing how we wanted to go in. I looked at the tower again and dug in my pack.</p><p></p><p>"Hey?" They stopped and looked at me. " So, we have a couple of Fly potions and a Spider Climb scroll, plus Trixie can ride Shotsie. How about we go in from the top instead of though the no doubt heavily trapped and heavily guarded front door?"</p><p></p><p>There were a few moments of silence. Then Trixie said, "By Calistria's nipples, Grezz, maybe you really aren't as dumb as I thought you were. Or maybe you're just getting smarter from being around me."</p><p></p><p>Indeed.</p><p></p><p>Up we went - Firendrin under his own fly hex; myself, Tofa and Lum via Fly potions; Londis via Spider Climb and Trixie on her gecko. We arrived at the top to find a flat roof with a statue of an angel so weathered it was difficult to tell whether she was the benevolent or avenging kind. We also found Wanton of Nature's Pagan Form, who seemed somewhat surprised to see us, whatever the hell she was (OOC: she was a lamia matriarch, i believe, but either beefed up or extremely buffed by spells. 185 hits, i believe, and a very high AC and Dex). She vanished from sight - damn, but I'm getting sick of invisibility spells! Firedrin cast something so he could see her and tied to point her out, but it wasn't until he tried a Burning Hands on her that I could sort of make out where she was, and I tossed a Dispel Magic at her.</p><p></p><p>Poof, she popped back into sight - all 6 of her. Tofa slashed one away, clearly a decoy, and I zoomed in - flying is fun and feels very natural - and cut loose with a Lightning Spray of my own. The others all rippled and were gone, and the thing glared at me through a strange mask that suddenly glowed green. I felt disoriented for a second and my muscles began to lock up, my breath suddenly hard to draw - and just like that, the sensation was gone (OOC: via the masks he attempted to petrify me at a DC of 15 - and I rolled a 1 for my save. Why am I not a statue broken into a zillion pieces on the pavement below? LUCKY HALFLING. Laura/Trixie makes another saving throw for me using her insane save bonuses, and it was still close thing - I made it on the nose thanks to Prayer). She was elusive, popping around with dimensional spells and toting a spear of frightening power. We sent droves of summoned eagles after her that died feathery deaths, and Firendrin summoned some horror that briefly restrained her. In the end it was Tofa and Londis who did most of the damage, with her ravens blinding the thing and both of them made massive by spells from Luma nd the dwarf (OOC:with Enlarge, Bull's Strength, Trixie's Inspire and Heroism, Tofa was at +20 to attacks before adding flanking. Can't argue with that!). In the end she died shrieking and I feather falled her body - not out of kindness, but so her things wouldn't get broken! Her other minions - including a flesh golem - fled at her demise. Indeed the interior would have been a difficult path upward indeed.</p><p></p><p>Not long after, with Hidemarch's assistance, we found ourselves in front of a requested audience with the Lord Mayor, who was most appreciative of our actions. Tofa, ever mindful of her image, asked for the play about us to be quashed. As we still st before him thoughts of action against Drannalew are on the tip of my tongue, in addition to having us be given the Foxglove townhouse legally - can we go so far as to have Drann eliminated, or just banished? I couldn't really askf or someone to be killed, right? Right?</p><p></p><p>Notes: the lamia's loot is awe-inspiring, including a snakeskin shirt that gives a +2 to dex - my scorching rays will <em>love</em> that, and the spear isn't too shabby either. the lamia was a very tough fight but she got in trouble being grappled and blinded - it took away her combat reflexes and negated a nasty, nasty crit on a charging Londis. With the cleric healing us we're a very tough group indeed, although the attack bonuses the monsters need to tote around to hit Londis and Tofa pretty much make me an autohit, something to consider for getting intensify spell to make that shocking grasp more powerful - I still have to get into range. Decisions, decisions. </p><p></p><p>next, off to Shalue and Belden's wedding. (Trixie: What should we get as a gift? Grezz: You don't think saving him from becoming a ghoul is enough? <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/laugh.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="Laughing :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" />)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5457213, member: 48156"] [b]Session #24 - February 7, 2011 - And Justice for All[/b] notes: Wooo! This one might have to be broken up into a pair of posts because a whole lotta stuff went on last night, including us apparently finishing up a story arc (and having us being a little surprised at how big a deal we were, or appear to be anyway). The neutral characters are really pushing at the limits of how much the good characters can allow them to get away with (and also making me try to see just how far I can stretch the ideals of my neutral good sorcerer, who isn't exactly well-disposed towards those who try to kill him). Great meld of the Runelords mods and our own personal stuff - we had a genuine 'Holy CRAP!' moment at an unmasking of a bad guy, quickly followed by a 'Holy CRAP we're in trouble moment.' I would also like to take a moment to thank the players of Piratecat's Defenders campaign, as I remembered a tactic they used once and adapted it for us last night, making me look very clever indeed. And how did I miss Eagle's Splendor all these levels? Yeeesh! From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: A quick breath, a few muttered spells, and up the stairs we went. Not a great plan. You know, someone had mentioned maybe summoning something to send up the stairs first, but somehow we forgot. For that failing we received a fireball in our faces as we reached the next floor. I managed to avoid the worst of it, but not for the first time I noted that perhaps having my elemental ties to fire instead of air and lightning might have been better for me. Lum was able to heal us up with waves of positive energy. We charged into a large room filled with stacks of lumber, crates, barrels, and angry masked cultists. As evidenced by the fireball, some practitioners of magic as well. I spotted a few of them and tossed a Web to keep them busy, unfortunately snaring only a pair. The rest of the party spread out and the combat became the usual chaotic mess. One of our foes had an especially freaky mask and sounded disturbingly like Londis. He began laying about with a flaming mace, landing solid blows on both the inquisitor and Tofa. He managed to avoid my pit by grabbing one of his allies as he fell and using him for leverage to throw himself clear. His buddy was rewarded by being allowed to splat messily at the bottom. Their caster popped out again and grooved another fireball. Trixie, while kazooing away, sent a celestial ant after the warrior but it was unable to touch him at all. I had more success with a non-blessed one that managed to bite the wizard and hang on. He let out a blue streak of curses he didn't learn at the Academica Arcanica. Londis and Tofa were both bloodied and battered but finally managed to take down the big guy. The caster saw which way the wind was blowing and, breaking free of the ant, threw himself down the blade shaft - the saws had been stilled by Tofa's destruction of the water wheels. I raced back down the stairs and shot a lightning ray at him as he feather-fell down, but missed. Firedrin came floating down after him and also missed with his maul. Seconds later I heard Londis yell 'GREZZ!' and so was ready to Feather Fall him as he dropped down the shaft. Londis didn't miss. Things were swimming along just fine as we looted the place, finding all sorts of stuff including books and a journal and the fact that the entire upper floor was pretty much a gruesome shrine to their crazy god of murder - and also the hastily slain sacrifice victim, alas. Then we unmasked the big warrior. Balls. It was Chief Justice Ironbriar, the guy so keen to keep us locked up . . . was that really just last night? Wonderful. "We'd better make sure we make this body unrecognizable," I said. Firendrin hefted his maul. "Leave that to me." In the belfry we found several caged ravens, apparently phage free. We let one go and had Firedrin's not-owl track it as we set about to pouring copious amounts of oil on Ironbriar's body and the mill in general. We slipped out with our loot and, once across the river, I tossed a simple Spark cantrip and we got outta there. Back at the townhouse we found a note from Trixie's buddy Drannalew - in essence it said he wanted his girlfriend back, and if we gave her to him he'd forget we ever existed. if we didn't he vowed to kill all of us and to find our families and kill them too. He has some issues, that Drannalew. Trixie adamantly insisted that his word wasn't worth salt to a sea turtle, and i was willing to believe her. So we headed in to rest and recuperate - and to do the things we're good at. For me that meant identifying what we'd found, which included some potions, a healing wand, more of those creepy masks and razors, and lots of books. Trixie went to work on a journal we'd found that was written in a mixture of Elven (which we both could read), Abyssal (which she can somehow read), and draconic, which she used a spell for. It had a difficult cypher - which Trixie figured out in a matter of hours - and proved to be a detailed accounting of all the crazy evil :):):):) Ironbriar had been up to. The half-elf had fallen in love with someone called Wanton of Nature's Pagan Form. That's one hell of a name. In essence, by Trixie decoding this she'd given us a chance to save our asses, if the law somehow figured out we had a hand in. Would that really happen? In the morning Tofa went to put some food and water in the bag of holding for Alastrina - and the bitch was gone. Oh, terrific. I'm sure she won't resent Firedrin having lamed her at ALL. Cursing our mistake, we tried to figure out what to do next. Kina the not-owl had come back and related to Firendrin that the raven had flown to a huge tower in the Shadow, beneath the Irespan. Some of us wanted to head there right away, while myself and some others thought going to the Pathfinder Society first might be a better idea. I couldn't shake the feeling getting in that organization would be nothing but a good thing for us, and while some didn't quite understand my zeal they agreed to go there first. Lord Hidemarch was happy to receive us and listened politely as we nibbled around the edges of Ironbriar's reputation and tossed out names for him to react to. He didn't seem completely resistant to the concept of Ironbriar being corrupt and seemed fascinated by the Skinsaw masks, so I took a chance and told him that Ironbriar had been the leader of a cult of murderers and that we'd killed him, adding in the rest of the story. He sighed. "So, you'll have about 48 hours or so before they've identified his body unless you really destroyed it, and then their scrying spells will find you. Then what?" "Well, we have this journal of his that pretty much says everything." He looked at it. "Elven . . . is that draconic?" Trixie nodded as she cleaned her nails. "I needed a spell for that, but the Elven and Abyssal I already knew." "Okay," he said, nonplussed. "And the cypher seems pretty complex." "Oh, it totally was. Took me three hours, what a pain in the ass." He just looked at her. "It took you three hours to break a cypher based in three languages, one of them being abyssal?" "Well, yes, but I did stop to have a snack." He handed back the volume and looked at us. "I'm not really sure you understand what you've done. This cult has been operating for years, with most of the murders being hushed up, and you just came in and cracked it in a matter of days, exposing one of the justices as a ringleader. Going to the authorities would be in your best interests, but if you know where the trail ends I strongly suggest you finish this before whatever is there spooks and runs." He drummed his fingers together for a moment before chuckling. "So, you've unearthed several previously undiscovered Thasselonian ruins; you've thwarted a goblin invasion; you freed polymorphed sailors just because it was the right thing to do; and you've stopped a ghoul infestation and destroyed a wight, just to name a few things." He laughed again. "If you can finish this thing by yourselves, I would feel most compelled to send you to Absolom and nominate you all for membership in the Pathfinder Society, waiving the usual three year wait." Outstanding. All those books on Thasselonia, all the resources of the Society, plus the prestige . . . not bad for breedo tossed out of his House not too long ago. Plus the info they'd have on possibly getting into (and out of) the Fellnight. Trixie and Londis both protested. "Oh, sure, we do the work. What's in it for us?" he said. Hidemarch looked surprised and started listing things. "The libraries, the status, the vast wealth and magical items, the safehouses . . ." "Oh, THOSE things," Londis said with a gleam in his eyes, and Trixie concurred. "Safehouses are nice." So, off we went to the bad part of town. Several groups of street thugs gave us the once over, but no doubt the grim visage of Londis and the challenging glares from Tofa were enough for them to seek easier prey. Soon we found ourselves at the base of an old clocktower that stretched almost 200 feet up. There was a single door at the base, and the others started discussing how we wanted to go in. I looked at the tower again and dug in my pack. "Hey?" They stopped and looked at me. " So, we have a couple of Fly potions and a Spider Climb scroll, plus Trixie can ride Shotsie. How about we go in from the top instead of though the no doubt heavily trapped and heavily guarded front door?" There were a few moments of silence. Then Trixie said, "By Calistria's nipples, Grezz, maybe you really aren't as dumb as I thought you were. Or maybe you're just getting smarter from being around me." Indeed. Up we went - Firendrin under his own fly hex; myself, Tofa and Lum via Fly potions; Londis via Spider Climb and Trixie on her gecko. We arrived at the top to find a flat roof with a statue of an angel so weathered it was difficult to tell whether she was the benevolent or avenging kind. We also found Wanton of Nature's Pagan Form, who seemed somewhat surprised to see us, whatever the hell she was (OOC: she was a lamia matriarch, i believe, but either beefed up or extremely buffed by spells. 185 hits, i believe, and a very high AC and Dex). She vanished from sight - damn, but I'm getting sick of invisibility spells! Firedrin cast something so he could see her and tied to point her out, but it wasn't until he tried a Burning Hands on her that I could sort of make out where she was, and I tossed a Dispel Magic at her. Poof, she popped back into sight - all 6 of her. Tofa slashed one away, clearly a decoy, and I zoomed in - flying is fun and feels very natural - and cut loose with a Lightning Spray of my own. The others all rippled and were gone, and the thing glared at me through a strange mask that suddenly glowed green. I felt disoriented for a second and my muscles began to lock up, my breath suddenly hard to draw - and just like that, the sensation was gone (OOC: via the masks he attempted to petrify me at a DC of 15 - and I rolled a 1 for my save. Why am I not a statue broken into a zillion pieces on the pavement below? LUCKY HALFLING. Laura/Trixie makes another saving throw for me using her insane save bonuses, and it was still close thing - I made it on the nose thanks to Prayer). She was elusive, popping around with dimensional spells and toting a spear of frightening power. We sent droves of summoned eagles after her that died feathery deaths, and Firendrin summoned some horror that briefly restrained her. In the end it was Tofa and Londis who did most of the damage, with her ravens blinding the thing and both of them made massive by spells from Luma nd the dwarf (OOC:with Enlarge, Bull's Strength, Trixie's Inspire and Heroism, Tofa was at +20 to attacks before adding flanking. Can't argue with that!). In the end she died shrieking and I feather falled her body - not out of kindness, but so her things wouldn't get broken! Her other minions - including a flesh golem - fled at her demise. Indeed the interior would have been a difficult path upward indeed. Not long after, with Hidemarch's assistance, we found ourselves in front of a requested audience with the Lord Mayor, who was most appreciative of our actions. Tofa, ever mindful of her image, asked for the play about us to be quashed. As we still st before him thoughts of action against Drannalew are on the tip of my tongue, in addition to having us be given the Foxglove townhouse legally - can we go so far as to have Drann eliminated, or just banished? I couldn't really askf or someone to be killed, right? Right? Notes: the lamia's loot is awe-inspiring, including a snakeskin shirt that gives a +2 to dex - my scorching rays will [I]love[/I] that, and the spear isn't too shabby either. the lamia was a very tough fight but she got in trouble being grappled and blinded - it took away her combat reflexes and negated a nasty, nasty crit on a charging Londis. With the cleric healing us we're a very tough group indeed, although the attack bonuses the monsters need to tote around to hit Londis and Tofa pretty much make me an autohit, something to consider for getting intensify spell to make that shocking grasp more powerful - I still have to get into range. Decisions, decisions. next, off to Shalue and Belden's wedding. (Trixie: What should we get as a gift? Grezz: You don't think saving him from becoming a ghoul is enough? :lol:) [/QUOTE]
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