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"Mayhaps you're right, Cruendithas. Very well, then let's be about it, lest it create more demon rats, as I suspect it had." He set the goblet on the floor, "Would you care to do the honors? I have faith that you can do it much cleaner and quicker than I with your sword there."

He picked up the chalice, "A source of evil emanates from this cup, such that bolsters the powers of demons and creatures such as those rats you slew. We cannot in good conscience leave this here. However, I don't think we should do anything about it without first asking our employer, no...

I think I know what was stirring up the beasts," Wahyu claimed, pointing at the chalice on the altar, "As well as some other things around this room. Strange..." Spellcraft: 1D20+5 = [16]+5 = 21 1D20+5 = [15]+5 = 20 1D20+5 = [10]+5 = 15 The first roll is to identify the chalice, the other two...

Samad shivered. This was not the climate he was used to, and he was certainly not dressed for it. He shook his head, "We should try to hurry along, and get out of this wind and snow." Perception (1d20+9=15) Samad Salil AC: 17 (14 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 30/30 CMB: +5 CMD: 18 Fort: +2 Reflex...

The oracle considered stopping to again heal his badly wounded compatriot, but it seemed Cruendithas had it taken care of, so he continued to focus his energies on finding the source of magic. Whoops, sorry, I thought I had replied earlier. I guess not. :/ Anyway, Wahyu continues to Detect Magic

Wahyu had confidence in his allies abilities, so he continued to mutter and wave his hands around in a circular fashion. After all, his skill in combat was nowhere near to his abilities in mysticism, so he decided that this was a much better use of his talents. He continues to concentrate on...

"Something is not right here..." Wahyu muttered to himself as he reloaded his crossbow. Focusing, he opened his eyes and took another look... Move action to reload Standard to cast Detect Magic at the area.

Perception: 1D20+3 = [16]+3 = 19

Samad nodded, "I must agree with Tsaaruck. He was a loathsome and vile creature in life, and there's no telling how many lives he preyed upon, especially those who could've been as helpless as he is now. Even unarmed and lost in these woods, he could still be a potential threat to future...

Arright, well, I guess I might as well ready a standard action. If one of the rats enters or passes through H3, he'll shoot it. I don't know if I should go ahead and roll for it now just in case or not, I'm not all too familiar with how readied actions work. :P

Wahyu reloaded his crossbow and took aim, though such was difficult with the rats zig-zagging as they were. He nodded at the halfling, "Such is a good question. Perhaps they are frightened of us?" He reloads his crossbow

More rats, it would seem. It would hardly be an infestation without them, would it? Still, these were brutes among monsters, and they would no doubt prove to be a more difficult quarry, Wahyu though as he took aim and released, his quarrel uselessly striking off the toughened hide of the rat...

Samad looked over the loot, "I could use some of those arrows. I now realize that I forgot to resupply at the Port, and my quiver is running low. Now that I have said, I'd think that being so far from civilization, bandits would have to make a camp somewhere, and somewhere close by, no?" Samad...

Initiative: 1D20+6 = [5]+6 = 11 Wahyu AC: 16 (14 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 9/9 CMB: -1 CMD: 11 Fort: +1 Reflex: +2 Will: +3 Perception: +3, Darkvision 60 ft Initiative: +6 Current Weapon in Hand: Light Crossbow (+2, 1d6+0, 19-20 x2) Current Conditions in Effect: - Spells Remaining (1st): 3/4...

Though it hadn't helped much so far, sad to say, Wahyu loaded another bolt to his bow and held it readied as he approached Hawk. "Go on, I'm behind you." Wahyu loads his crossbow.

Take him alive? Now that was an idea. Samad finally rode forth into the fray, and, leaning back, landed a kick to the goblin's skull, dropping him like a sack of stones. The battle done, he shrugged out of his trance and nodded, "We should tie him up and question him when he comes to."...

Samad kicked his horse forward to find his final target. charging forward, his mount leapt over the fallen horse and log. The remaining aggressor was on the far side of the chaos, and currently engaging with the sailor's dog. He drew his bow, aimed, and released, the arrow flying forth and...

"Heh, maybe the rats get cold too, sometimes," Wahyu chuckled, "Maybe they dress up in garments and walk on two legs, pretending to be people. Or maybe someone just needs to shave their back. Who's to say? Surely stranger things have happened."

Flight? That was no longer an option. He moved his horse out from the brush, as the world slowly moved around him. The magic was working, it would seem, so he took two shots, one for each remaining goblin. They flew forth like the wrath of a god, one plunging into the fleeing one's back, the...

"And so it all makes sense now. No doubt that is where the rats are getting in, and it's also why the air smells so foul. Suffice to say, I would not drink it." The oracle grinned again, before turning his attention to the thing Hawk found. "A strange garment, if ever there was one. May I see...