Walking to the Deans in search of Remove Curse you bump into Newander and Prince Ebberon. The Prince starts -
"Good I am happy we found you. We are departing at once. It is clear that the place has fallen under some sort of sinister enchantment. Newander here feels it grinding at his will. As an elf I have a natural resistance to these charm effects."
"You know I could turn into a bear for the rest of my days" Newander bellows with a giggly grin.
The Prince scowls at the perfect exemplification.
"If the enemy has grown bold enough to attack the library this directly and with such effect, I need to be back among my people. It is clear that the aid I traveled here to find is not currently available. I pray that you all survive this ordeal. Once you square away the situation here I beg you travel to Shimistra and lend your aid. It is clear the enemy, presumably agents of Talona, are making a move for the entire region of the Snowflake mountains. This is Goodbye for now, thanks for saving our lives"
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The party continues towards the Deans office. Three young naked men run out of the bedchamber of the visiting Priestess of Selune (godess of love). They run past the party screaming and disappear down the halls. The Priestess exits the bed chambers clad only in a sheer lilac nightgown and brandishing a whip.
"Boys I am not done with you. Oh well oooh well you all will do." She says eying the party.
"Come join me in my Chambers. Leave your weapons and clothes behind they wont be needed."
The last line is a Mass Suggestion Spell everyone make a Wisdom Saving throw DC 15.
If you fail - drop your weapons and head into her bed chamber.
Pox uses minor illusion to make the illusion of a large 5’ pile of the most disgusting looking manure appear in front of the entrance to her chamber and says “ eww… I’m not in the mood for that!”
Merai's sleep spell has no effect on the crazed Priestess. She looks t the pile of manure with a grim face. "It will take more than that to scare me off"
OOC - Rest of the Party members - make your save and take your action.
Attempting to mask his true intentions Little Iron smiles, "You don't need magic to cast a spell on me you lovely creature." He begins walking toward the priestess.
Deception 16
Little Iron attempts to get a look inside the room, past the doorway, to see if there are any other victims in need of help.
In spite of his desires, Pendergast levels himself and doesn't press the threat; realizing that it wasn't the best course of action and that his friends weren't necessarily welcome to it. He begrudgingly shuffles along with the group, hoping that they see they should leave as well, maybe seek a new task that wasn't accosted by madness and delusional librarians. As they make their way through the halls, the hunter opens his wineskin and to his chagrin it was as empty as it was before.
When the three men in the nude make their hasty retreat from the Priestess' chambers, Pendergast sighs; now wondering why he even wanted to come to the library to begin with. These people clearly lacked the self respect of his fellow man from up north; but then a new urge tugs at his skull like an invisible puppet string 10, and suddenly he embraces the weird and wild customs he sees around him. His weapons clatter to the floor and the filthy man begins disrobing as he launches himself into the bedchamber.
"My lady, take me, I am willing and ready to please."
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Wisdom Save 13
Ash was never much for lovers. They were a waste of time, and more often then not couldn't handle her dragonborne anatomy. As she stared at this goddess, her skepticism gave way to curiosity. Perhaps a trained partner would know what to do with her body in a ways most normal folk did not. Besides, plenty of people in her clan screwed openly in front of one another. Modesty was her curse, not her peoples. She wore no armor, but let her weapons slide to the ground and slowly began to undue her furs. Her crown she took off last, handing it Pox. "Watch this for me, won't you," she said calmly, although her yellow eyes never left the priestess's supple flesh. Without another word, she entered the chamber, her flesh hot to the touch.
The Priestess cracks her whip seductively as Pendergast and Ash walk past her and into the bed chamber she blows them a kiss and a wink as they pass behind her. They leave a trail of their weapons and clothing behind them. The room is a complete disaster - the bedding and furniture in a complete disarray - the bed frame splintered into pieces.
"I shall join you both shortly my loves and show you pleasures beyond this mortal plane. Wait for me patiently as I finish up with this Lot." she purrs at both of them.
Her voices turns harsh as she turns to address the rest of he party.
"I don't like to be kept waiting"
She presents her Holy Symbol of Sune (OOC - sorry if I may have said Selune before - that's a different Deity) - a metallic medallion with the face of a lady with flowing red hair. She enacts her channel divinity targeting Pox.
An intense Impulsive infatuation tries to take hold of the Gnome - you feel as if you must have and protect the Priestess.
Make a DC 15Wisdom Saving Throw or use your next turn to attack one of your allies.
pox resists, he laughs at her and says “you will have to do better than that! Your room is a mess, by the way. Let my friends go or I’ll have to knock some sense into you’!
The Gnomes shot is true and the dart strikes in her stomach, the sheet lilac material of her excuse of clothing turns crimson as it soaks up the blood. Her face twists into a grimace and for a fleeting second you believe she has come out of the curse as a sense of clarity flashes across her face. Her face goes blank for a second and she bellows
You shall all know the seductive touch of a Priestess of Sune soon enough - none can resist my beauty.
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Little Iron, on almost any other day would have entertained the priestess out of his own willingness. Today circumstances dictated a deadly urgency that demanded he rise above his usual pleasure seeking. Wisdom save 21
He begins singing the incantations to call on the spirit of Oghma in the form of a spectral weapon.
The spectral weapon (you can pick what weapon it is, but it usually defaults to your deities favored weapon - in your case a longsword) slashes with great effect at the Priestess. She lets out a shrill cry as the spectral sword rips into her, but also forces the dart still sticking from her stomach several inches deeper. She grits her teeth - her holy symbol now stained red with her own blood swinging loosely in her hands. Once again you see a brief moment of clarity run over her, but quickly replaced with blind fury.
Walking to the Deans in search of Remove Curse you bump into Newander and Prince Ebberon. The Prince starts -
"Good I am happy we found you. We are departing at once. It is clear that the place has fallen under some sort of sinister enchantment. Newander here feels it grinding at his will. As an elf I have a natural resistance to these charm effects."
"You know I could turn into a bear for the rest of my days" Newander bellows with a giggly grin.
The Prince scowls at the perfect exemplification.
"If the enemy has grown bold enough to attack the library this directly and with such effect, I need to be back among my people. It is clear that the aid I traveled here to find is not currently available. I pray that you all survive this ordeal. Once you square away the situation here I beg you travel to Shimistra and lend your aid. It is clear the enemy, presumably agents of Talona, are making a move for the entire region of the Snowflake mountains. This is Goodbye for now, thanks for saving our lives"
The Prince departs pulling Newander along.
The party continues towards the Deans office. Three young naked men run out of the bedchamber of the visiting Priestess of Selune (godess of love). They run past the party screaming and disappear down the halls. The Priestess exits the bed chambers clad only in a sheer lilac nightgown and brandishing a whip.
"Boys I am not done with you. Oh well oooh well you all will do." She says eying the party.
"Come join me in my Chambers. Leave your weapons and clothes behind they wont be needed."
The last line is a Mass Suggestion Spell everyone make a Wisdom Saving throw DC 15.
If you fail - drop your weapons and head into her bed chamber.
Party Initiative Vs Priestess Int
13 VS 8
Here is the Battle Map
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Nscegp4TRPUSJk8Cnpbi9pMTzVrGZ2sl3kxKONy_UH4/edit?usp=sharing
The party goes first - make your save and take your turn. The alluring Priestess of Selune cracks her whip, a wild gleam in her eye.
23 merai save
20 Pox save
Whew! Both save with Advantage. Merai says “you are not in your right mind…. Why don’t you sleep it off…. ”
She casts sleep 23 hp. Targeting so our group is not in the area..
Pox uses minor illusion to make the illusion of a large 5’ pile of the most disgusting looking manure appear in front of the entrance to her chamber and says “ eww… I’m not in the mood for that!”
Merai's sleep spell has no effect on the crazed Priestess. She looks t the pile of manure with a grim face. "It will take more than that to scare me off"
OOC - Rest of the Party members - make your save and take your action.
Wisdom save 22
Attempting to mask his true intentions Little Iron smiles, "You don't need magic to cast a spell on me you lovely creature." He begins walking toward the priestess.
Deception 16
Little Iron attempts to get a look inside the room, past the doorway, to see if there are any other victims in need of help.
Insight Save VS Little Irons Deception
Insight 22
The Priestess sees through your ruse - it infuriates even more.
Her chamber appears to be empty.
"A Priestess of Selune knows when a love is true - or forced by my magical hand. You can't resist my allure."
OOC - Pendergast and Ash are up on deck
In spite of his desires, Pendergast levels himself and doesn't press the threat; realizing that it wasn't the best course of action and that his friends weren't necessarily welcome to it. He begrudgingly shuffles along with the group, hoping that they see they should leave as well, maybe seek a new task that wasn't accosted by madness and delusional librarians. As they make their way through the halls, the hunter opens his wineskin and to his chagrin it was as empty as it was before.
When the three men in the nude make their hasty retreat from the Priestess' chambers, Pendergast sighs; now wondering why he even wanted to come to the library to begin with. These people clearly lacked the self respect of his fellow man from up north; but then a new urge tugs at his skull like an invisible puppet string 10, and suddenly he embraces the weird and wild customs he sees around him. His weapons clatter to the floor and the filthy man begins disrobing as he launches himself into the bedchamber.
"My lady, take me, I am willing and ready to please."
Wisdom Save 13
Ash was never much for lovers. They were a waste of time, and more often then not couldn't handle her dragonborne anatomy. As she stared at this goddess, her skepticism gave way to curiosity. Perhaps a trained partner would know what to do with her body in a ways most normal folk did not. Besides, plenty of people in her clan screwed openly in front of one another. Modesty was her curse, not her peoples. She wore no armor, but let her weapons slide to the ground and slowly began to undue her furs. Her crown she took off last, handing it Pox. "Watch this for me, won't you," she said calmly, although her yellow eyes never left the priestess's supple flesh. Without another word, she entered the chamber, her flesh hot to the touch.
The Priestess cracks her whip seductively as Pendergast and Ash walk past her and into the bed chamber she blows them a kiss and a wink as they pass behind her. They leave a trail of their weapons and clothing behind them. The room is a complete disaster - the bedding and furniture in a complete disarray - the bed frame splintered into pieces.
"I shall join you both shortly my loves and show you pleasures beyond this mortal plane. Wait for me patiently as I finish up with this Lot." she purrs at both of them.
Her voices turns harsh as she turns to address the rest of he party.
"I don't like to be kept waiting"
She presents her Holy Symbol of Sune (OOC - sorry if I may have said Selune before - that's a different Deity) - a metallic medallion with the face of a lady with flowing red hair. She enacts her channel divinity targeting Pox.
An intense Impulsive infatuation tries to take hold of the Gnome - you feel as if you must have and protect the Priestess.
Make a DC 15 Wisdom Saving Throw or use your next turn to attack one of your allies.
18 Pox tries to resist..
pox resists, he laughs at her and says “you will have to do better than that! Your room is a mess, by the way. Let my friends go or I’ll have to knock some sense into you’!
He hides as a bonus action
27
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
plus sneak attack 2.
OOC - Assuming Pox is using his dart.
The Gnomes shot is true and the dart strikes in her stomach, the sheet lilac material of her excuse of clothing turns crimson as it soaks up the blood. Her face twists into a grimace and for a fleeting second you believe she has come out of the curse as a sense of clarity flashes across her face. Her face goes blank for a second and she bellows
You shall all know the seductive touch of a Priestess of Sune soon enough - none can resist my beauty.
OOC - Merai and Little Iron are up.
Little Iron, on almost any other day would have entertained the priestess out of his own willingness. Today circumstances dictated a deadly urgency that demanded he rise above his usual pleasure seeking. Wisdom save 21
He begins singing the incantations to call on the spirit of Oghma in the form of a spectral weapon.
Casting of the Spiritual Weapon is a bonus action.
Attack 22
10 force damage
The spectral weapon (you can pick what weapon it is, but it usually defaults to your deities favored weapon - in your case a longsword) slashes with great effect at the Priestess. She lets out a shrill cry as the spectral sword rips into her, but also forces the dart still sticking from her stomach several inches deeper.
She grits her teeth - her holy symbol now stained red with her own blood swinging loosely in her hands.
Once again you see a brief moment of clarity run over her, but quickly replaced with blind fury.
She locks eyes with Merai in anticipation.