stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. III [IC] (Completed)

[s@squ@tch]

Marot the Deadly

Heeding the paladin's advice, he pulls a scroll from his pack and reads it aloud, infusing himself with a trace of positive energy.

Still straining to hear anything from down below, he yells out,"Jarrith? Khensu? Anyone?"

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Use scroll of Cure Light Wounds upon self, UMD +15 with take 10 from Deceive item = autosuccess. 1d8+1 healed
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[pathfinderq1]

OOC: [sblock] I am away from the internet from later tonight until Wednesday or so (8/12). Let Tessa tag along if things ramp back up to speed while I'm gone- she'll stick to healing via wand unless things get much worse. [/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

OOC: I'll wrap this battle up as we are just in clean up.

Ashlyn and Avron, working together, manage to disable the thing of chains while Marot rushes downstairs to find his brothers. Khensu, traveling up them, soon hears the faint words of the warlock, and they meet somewhere halfway between the first (Chapel) and second (library) floors. Apparently, the trap lifted the three high above where they had been before (third floor).

Just as Jarrith is about to finish off the beast, a weakned blow from it indicates it had risen again. Regeneration! Of course! Kill it with fire! Her words had a bit of madness to it, but with Jarrith knocking the beast out and Ravikia applying fire to it, it was soon dead, the hall quite once more.

 

[Stormwind]

As the chain creature falls, Ashlyn speaks to Avron, "I don't like leaving the portrait there, it's too dangerous. If you can keep an eye out for the others, I'll deal with the portrait."
She then steps back onto the landing and taking a two handed grip on her blade she begins to destroy the portrait, making sure that it remains face down on the floor while she does so. (If it seems to take no damage from the sunsword (1d10+4), Ashlyn will try her silver dagger (1d4+3), and if that fails, will then bash it with her shield (1d4+2). If none of the above damage the portrait, then she'll pause and rethink.)

Whilst Ashlyn occupies herself with the portrait, her raven will maintain a watch.

 

[s@squ@tch]

"A sight for sore eyes, my brother," says Marot to Khensu in the stairwell.

"I feared that the lady and myself were in too deep by ourselves upstairs -- quite a deadly trap."

"Lets hurry back up there to make sure they are still ok."

 

[DEFCON 1]

Sir Khensu nods at Marot. "Aye. Lets. When you, Lady Ashlyn, and Avron are all set, we should then return downstairs to make sure the other have finished off the invisible beast that was released when you were sent hurtling upwards."

The shifter follows Marot up the stairs to find the others.

"Stupid thing..." Jarrith mumbles, and doing his best to avoid kicking the body like an angry twelve-year-old. "Well let's see if we can get this thing moved against a wall or something, so it isn't in our way in case we have to come rushing down this hallway again, eh?" He slides his rapiers into his scabbards, and then reaches down in an attempt to find the invisible thing at his feet.

 

[s@squ@tch]

"Invisible beast?"

After seeing that Avron and Ashlyn have defeated the chain monster, Marot runs back down the stairs to the rest of the group, and to see this invisible creature.

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Head downstairs and get a view of the invisible creature -- using See the Unseen -- he does his best to describe its appearance to the others.

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[EvolutionKB]

The scholar does as The Lady says, that is until Marot's exclamation of an invisible creature. The crazed man shuffles after the warlock after a moment, his old task forgotten. As the warlock speaks aloud it's appearance, Avron searches his cloudy memory for it's identity.

 

[stonegod]

The group manages to reconnect. After a moment, it is determined that the trap lead Ashlyn and the others to the room above the library level they had explored previously. Quite a trap, indeed.

With Marot's eyes and Avron's brain, it is soon determined that the large corpse was a war stalker. Rare, rare! Weapons of war from the time of Giants or beyond. Only seventy there were, all invisible troll-like creatures bound to the will of another. Fascinating!

Bound to the will of another... perhaps that explains its strange behavior?

Marot tells his brother of the safe, and with a shrug, he heads back up the stair. He finds the lady paladin fishing of the destruction of a painting. Smiling, the Stalker takes up the safe. After a while, he manages to open it, finding a delicate lattice of jewels in a baroque design—and ancient necklace of some value. [Its pricey, let me tell you. At least a few thousand gp by Jarrith's estimate]

Status
M: 31/46
J: 24/40
A: 45/65
A: 26/41
K: 57/62
L: 38/55

 

[renau1g]

Ravika breathes a sigh of relief with the invisible monster dead and the group still breathing. She will wait while the others decide on the next move, she hardly bats an eye at the expensive necklace, material goods having no hold over her.