PFS #41: Crypt of Fools


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Karasu moves to the east and makes another swing at the half-orc, the blow glances off the half-orc's club as the half-orc bats the blow aside. The defensive manuever leaves the orc vulnerable to Kalenth's pressing attack who manages to work the point of his blade between the half-orc's ribs, the orc cries in anguish as it topples backwards, sliding off the sword, slumping to the ground unmoving.

The other half-orc on the small platform has a look of panic as his comrade falls. He begins to turn, but not before Isandra reaches him and strikes him down before the half-orc can flee. The half-orc crumples in a heavy heap on the platform at Isandra's feet.

Above on the catwalk, Kronk tries to strike out at the assailant there. His swing goes wide as the woman deftly dodges the blow. She tries again to hit him with her flail, but fails to hit Kronk.


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The two half-orcs are dead. Just the remaining woman on the catwalk that Kronk is fighting.

Party Health

Jalil: Unharmed
Karasu: Unharmed
Isandra: Unharmed
Kronk: Unharmed
Kalenth: Unharmed

Enemy Health

Female Human: Heavily Wounded
Half-Orc 1: Dead
Half-Orc 2: Dead

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Female Attack on Kronk -- 1d20+2=15
Half-orc attack on Karasu -- 1d20+3=7
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Isandra looks up to Kronk and the woman. "Surrender now, you have no escape" she warns woman, but she the cleric has the feeling this person won't heed her words.

She turns to check on the engineers while the rest of her companions take care of the remaining threat.
 

Karasu looks up at the fight going on above him on the catwalk, his head bobbing from side to side, his beak clattering, finally pointing at the woman unleashing his arcane magic at her with a loud "CAW!"
 
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Even as Isandra calls up to the catwalk words of warning, Jalil and Karasu near simultaneously releash their magical energies and assualt the woman with a frost and fire, sending the woman tumbling to the catwalk in front of Kronk.

The female gnome, seeing the last of the aggressors fall, steps forward from the cluster of engineers, "Thank you for your aid! she exclaims. "My name is Quecknastariniariumtara Majetankstarstrominkolas. You can call me Queck though."


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Party Health

Jalil: Unharmed
Karasu: Unharmed
Isandra: Unharmed
Kronk: Unharmed
Kalenth: Unharmed

Enemy Health

Female Human: Dead
Half-Orc 1: Dead
Half-Orc 2: Dead

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Even as Isandra calls up to the catwalk words of warning, Jalil and Karasu near simultaneously releash their magical energies and assualt the woman with a frost and fire, sending the woman tumbling to the catwalk in front of Kronk.

"So much for redemption" she sighs looking at the recently fallen corpse.


She turned her attention to the gnome, listening to the name. Isandra bit her lip hoping she had an easier nickname.

"Oh, good. Pleased to meet you, Queck. I'm glad we arrived when we did. My name is Isandra, servant of the Dawnflower. We were sent by the Society to investigate the disappearance of... well, I guess you. Are you hurt?"

"Any of you have other injuries?" she looked back at her companions, although she was positive they had come unscratched from the fight.

Coming close to those wounded she will let flow the healing energy from her channeling.
 

"Arrived a little late you did." Queck replies. "About an hour ago more of those cultists left with six engineers, took them right out of here they did. They took the ones most knowledgeable on ancient Cassomir construction."

"That lady up there told them to tell Dalirio that he could have those and she'd stay here and ask us about the Crypt of Fools. No idea what she meant by that." Queck adds.

A few of the gnome engineers have minor injuries which are readily taken care of by the healing energies passed along by Isandra. The gnomes all want to walk up to Isandra and shake her hand, a couple of them give her big hugs as their way of saying thanks.
 


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