Virro moves into the room into the northwest corner, loading another bolt in his crossbow as he goes. “You have spindly fingers. They’ll look good in my bag.” He pulls the trigger, aiming at the Reaper.
Light Crossbow : (Nat 1 + 6) = 7
*thwock* The bolt sounds off as it takes off, warped and gives a bad sound as it takes off, Virro grimaces and leers at her from across the room.
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The reaper watches Virro move to the corner and gives a little guffaw when the bolt goes wonky. Looking at Mortlock, she mocks, "These are the ones you've sent to get rid of me? Pathetic."
And she steps forward towards the big man and sinks both daggers in her hands into his hide. His eyes go wide as they do and he croaks, "Ohh.. the aura of murder.. damn Bhaal.." The damage is doubled by the affected vulnerability (damage 24)
Mortlock staggers badly as she removes the daggers, but stays on his feet.. barely.
She then whispers, "Hush.." to him and she vanishes. With her stealth of 20... no one hears a sound.
"Onward!" Roo shouts, moving Glory of Morning up to the position just in front of where Nebra was moments before. He looks cocked and loaded, ready to lunge the second she appears...
Roo' Stor readies an action to Grapple Nebra the second she reappears.
Wilfred blinks as she disappeared. "Oh, good. She's gone. That was easy."
Wilfred removes his hat and whips some sweat off his forehead as he steps forward towards the sarcophagus. "Now, will someone tell me what's going on with all this... BLOOD! Ha HA!" Right as Wilfred says Blood, he dips his hat into the blood and spins it around with a flourish, spraying blood around the spaces in front and around him.
Move: South of Archie. Action: Slash blood around.
Wilfred takes his hat out, full of blood from the sarcophagus and as he spins it around with his piratic flourish, a few, very few drops of blood stay suspended in the air above it.
Reed raises an eyebrow as Wilfred goes to dip the pirate hat into the blood.
"Poor old guy," Reed says. "I think this has just been too much for him."
But he quickly realizes what Wilfred is doing and rapidly slips another arrow into his bow and lets it fly towards the drops of blood hanging in the air.
Once he does, Reed slips over behind the side of the entry way, barely peeking around to keep an eye on what's going on.
Action: Shortbow at blood droplets - (20+6) = 26 critical hit for (1+3+4+sneak attack of 4+2)= 14 damage
If despite the blood this is at disadvantage: (18+6) = 24 to hit for (1+4+sneak attack of 4) = 9 damage
Archie watches as the brutish man, Mortlock, takes a swing at the empty space, catching nothing but air, he redoubles his efforts and swings again but to no avail.
Archie sighs "if you want something doing right..." and steps up to the plate, literally. She steps forward one foot on the edge of the sarcophagus, raising her up into the air before the other foot descends sloshing into the crimson pool with a sizzle. Wasting no time she stretches her large gauntleted hands out towards the space where the reaper vanished, her armour flares with intense flame as it assists in her grapple attempt and she begins struggling with the invisible foe, (contested athletics 18 Vs 5)
As Archie gains the upper hand somehow, she twists her body around leaping out of the sarcophagus and dunking the reaper into the blood pool, the wave laps and splashes out of the sarcophagus, but more importantly it covers the invisible woman in blood.
Blood splashes across Roo, and then he has a moment to look confused.
Or, well, as close to confused as a fowl can look.
"No no no, Wilfred!" Roo scolds even as he sees Archie spring into action. "The rhyme goes, 'blood makes the grass grow, Gallus make the blood flow', not 'blood makes the Gallus grow'! What's this all....oh!"
The second that Roo realizes what Archie has done, he launches himself from the back of Glory of Morning and grabs for Nebra.
"I want this clucking cluck alive!" He shouts as he lunges for Nebra...
Previously Readied Grapple (Athletics) vs. Nebra: 24
Virro rolls up his sleeve and he sees the outline of her head and chest as Roo has hold of her, outlined from the blood. The blood doesn’t bother Virro a bit, but he reaches out to grab hold of her, shoving her head down beneath the blood filled sarcophagus, hoping to drown her there. “A fitting end for someone who filled this container with blood. Reap this!” He reaches out to shove her down, with the help and grappled condition from Roo.
Athletics (with adv) : 18
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Without a sound the reaper is plunged under the blood and held there until she is no longer moving. Mortlock collapses against the wall and wipes his hand over his brow, "Whew, that one... she stabs deep. Glad you took her down, whew."
"Alright, a deals a deal. Why don't we sit down here a spell so I can catch my breath and I'll tell you what I know and hopefully you all can stop bad things from happening here in Baldur's Gate. So as I think I told you earlier, my mother is one of the three remaining members of the Council of Four, which governs Baldur’s Gate. She was instrumental in convincing Ulder Ravengard to travel to Elturel and meet with its high overseer, Thavius Kreeg. With Ravengard gone, the Flaming Fist is leaderless and vulnerable. I'm sure you could tell that. Who sent you, Captain Zodge? Ha! He'd like to pretend he's the leader the of the Fists."
"Anyways, the Dead Three cultists receive regular payments from my brother, Amrik, who runs his own moneylending business out of a tavern called the Low Lantern. My mother doesn’t expect much of me, but she thinks the world of Amrik. He’s always been her favorite." he spits as he says this, the disdain for Amrik palpable.
"And of course there is my oldest brother, Thurstwell, he uses imps as spies throughout the city. He has the bathhouse under surveillance and probably knows you’re here. He’s very sickly and seldom leaves our mother’s estate. Anyways, I think that's about it? But yeah, if you can take down Vaaz, I'm sure this cult will break up as you've taken down most of the members and their lair."
"Virro! No! Wai..." Roo started to protest, but Nebra succumbed to her wounds and being submerged faster than he would have anticipated. He watched as she jerked, went limp, and was done before he slowly dragged her up out of the pool of blood. "No no no...cluck...no..."
He patted her face with his hand, shook her...dropped her back into the blood, convinced of her passing. He holds his thoughts for a moment and stands stark still on the rim of the sarcophagus, completely ignoring Mortlock as he begins offering up his bullshit.
"Well. I'm glad to know where I stand with the team." Roo' Stor says, taking a deep breath and looking at Mortlock. When he grasps that the wounded fellow is offering up information, his fist clenches tight around the hilt of his sword. He takes a step, prepares to kill Mortlock out of spite, then pauses. His head tilts from side to side, then he looks at Glory of Morning and sheaths his weapon. "I could kill you. I should kill you. But I'm not going to waste my clucking time."
He leaps back to Glory of Morning's back and pulls her reins around, spurring the possum back out toward the hall and away from the party.
Corlith sees Roo approach on his possum mount, having heard his outburst a moment before.
"Something Vexes thee?", he asks of the Gallus, that he now sees is covered in blood. "Any of that blood yours?", he adds then looks passed Roo for sign of the others coming as well.
Wilfred half listens to Mortlock. He realized their mistake when he sees Roo' storm out. He's about to follow and comfort his new friend, when he stops and focuses on what Mortlock is saying. He turns to face the disfigured man as he squints his eyes.
When Mortlock finishes, Wilfred will ask. "Mmhmm, mhmm. Yea, some good info. You mentioned someone. What was that name. Thavius Kreeg? What happened to them, hmm? Any idea?"
Reed watches the spectacle of the invisible woman being drowned in a tub of blood.
"There are other rooms here," Reed says when the conversation gets around to taking a rest. "Rooms that don't have blood splattered all over the floor, walls, ceiling, and such."
Reed dips back to where the skeletons are to have them stationed on the landing where the secret door is.
"You fight anyone who isn't part of our group if they come here," Reed tells one of the skeletons and then tells the other "and you come and let me know this one is fighting. Just come and wave your arms around."
He then returns and picks out which of the other rooms looks the most comfortable and blood free.
"If you've got your fingers, Virro, let's move this next door." Reed says then pauses, stops and turns back around. "Are they still invisible?"
Mortlock looks up to Wilfred as he addresses him, "Thavius Kreeg? I'm not sure, I know he works with my mother, so I'm sure he's here in Baldur's Gate." He shrugs. "Your rooster friend alright? I didn't mean to offend him earlier." He struggles as he gets up when Reed mentions moving.
"Good idea, come on, lets go to the room full of bones, it doesn't stink the way the one does where the others bunked." He looks down at the sarcophagus after he gets up, "Nope, no longer invisible.." And he leads the remaining party into the third door and takes a seat again.
Archie follows along as the group heads out toward the third door, "Hey has anyone got some spell to clean stuff with?" She points to her feet and leg armour which are now curling with dried blood as the viscera coating her heats from her internal temperature.
When they make it into the non-blood soaked room, Reed does a quick look around, nosing through anything and everything, mostly driven by curiosity but not upset if he finds coins.
Perception: (13+5) = 18
Once satisfied he's either found all there is to find or made sure there's nothing about to jump out and attack, he slips over to one wall, sits down with his back against it and takes a break.
Virro reaches below the level of blood and pulls the hand of the Reaper up, pulling out his dagger. He saws off the middle finger, then lets the hand drop below the surface again. He turns the finger around and puts it over top of his middle finger, extending it towards her. “I’m flippin you off. Hah!” He wipes the finger off, putting it in his bag. He looks quickly on the floor for any sticks, but not seeing any he starts to follow Reed. “Let me know if you find a nice pointing stick.”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"No, none of the blood is mine." Roo says when Corlith speaks to him. He takes a moment to look himself over, then preens some of the blood from his feathers and looks back over his shoulder. "Nothing of importance, Corlith. I am just a chicken, after all. Nothing I could say would matter anyway."
And with that, he rides the possum past the Tiefling and keeps his post in the hall while the others move away and rest.
Virro moves into the room into the northwest corner, loading another bolt in his crossbow as he goes. “You have spindly fingers. They’ll look good in my bag.” He pulls the trigger, aiming at the Reaper.
Light Crossbow : (Nat 1 + 6) = 7
*thwock* The bolt sounds off as it takes off, warped and gives a bad sound as it takes off, Virro grimaces and leers at her from across the room.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The reaper watches Virro move to the corner and gives a little guffaw when the bolt goes wonky. Looking at Mortlock, she mocks, "These are the ones you've sent to get rid of me? Pathetic."
And she steps forward towards the big man and sinks both daggers in her hands into his hide. His eyes go wide as they do and he croaks, "Ohh.. the aura of murder.. damn Bhaal.." The damage is doubled by the affected vulnerability (damage 24)
Mortlock staggers badly as she removes the daggers, but stays on his feet.. barely.
She then whispers, "Hush.." to him and she vanishes. With her stealth of 20... no one hears a sound.
"Onward!" Roo shouts, moving Glory of Morning up to the position just in front of where Nebra was moments before. He looks cocked and loaded, ready to lunge the second she appears...
Roo' Stor readies an action to Grapple Nebra the second she reappears.
Athletics: 24
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Wilfred blinks as she disappeared. "Oh, good. She's gone. That was easy."
Wilfred removes his hat and whips some sweat off his forehead as he steps forward towards the sarcophagus. "Now, will someone tell me what's going on with all this... BLOOD! Ha HA!" Right as Wilfred says Blood, he dips his hat into the blood and spins it around with a flourish, spraying blood around the spaces in front and around him.
Move: South of Archie.
Action: Slash blood around.
Wilfred takes his hat out, full of blood from the sarcophagus and as he spins it around with his piratic flourish, a few, very few drops of blood stay suspended in the air above it.
Reed raises an eyebrow as Wilfred goes to dip the pirate hat into the blood.
"Poor old guy," Reed says. "I think this has just been too much for him."
But he quickly realizes what Wilfred is doing and rapidly slips another arrow into his bow and lets it fly towards the drops of blood hanging in the air.
Once he does, Reed slips over behind the side of the entry way, barely peeking around to keep an eye on what's going on.
Action: Shortbow at blood droplets - (20+6) = 26 critical hit for (1+3+4+sneak attack of 4+2)= 14 damage
If despite the blood this is at disadvantage: (18+6) = 24 to hit for (1+4+sneak attack of 4) = 9 damage
Bonus Action: Cunning action to Hide - Stealth (8+8) = 16
Archie watches as the brutish man, Mortlock, takes a swing at the empty space, catching nothing but air, he redoubles his efforts and swings again but to no avail.
Archie sighs "if you want something doing right..." and steps up to the plate, literally. She steps forward one foot on the edge of the sarcophagus, raising her up into the air before the other foot descends sloshing into the crimson pool with a sizzle. Wasting no time she stretches her large gauntleted hands out towards the space where the reaper vanished, her armour flares with intense flame as it assists in her grapple attempt and she begins struggling with the invisible foe, (contested athletics 18 Vs 5)
As Archie gains the upper hand somehow, she twists her body around leaping out of the sarcophagus and dunking the reaper into the blood pool, the wave laps and splashes out of the sarcophagus, but more importantly it covers the invisible woman in blood.
Blood splashes across Roo, and then he has a moment to look confused.
Or, well, as close to confused as a fowl can look.
"No no no, Wilfred!" Roo scolds even as he sees Archie spring into action. "The rhyme goes, 'blood makes the grass grow, Gallus make the blood flow', not 'blood makes the Gallus grow'! What's this all....oh!"
The second that Roo realizes what Archie has done, he launches himself from the back of Glory of Morning and grabs for Nebra.
"I want this clucking cluck alive!" He shouts as he lunges for Nebra...
Previously Readied Grapple (Athletics) vs. Nebra: 24
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Hearing all the splashing and talk of blood, Corlith decides he is better off moving back to keep an eye on the secret door with the skeletons.
"Shout if you need me, but it sounds a bit crowded and messy in there".
Movement: North 5ft, West 20ft
Virro rolls up his sleeve and he sees the outline of her head and chest as Roo has hold of her, outlined from the blood. The blood doesn’t bother Virro a bit, but he reaches out to grab hold of her, shoving her head down beneath the blood filled sarcophagus, hoping to drown her there. “A fitting end for someone who filled this container with blood. Reap this!” He reaches out to shove her down, with the help and grappled condition from Roo.
Athletics (with adv) : 18
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Without a sound the reaper is plunged under the blood and held there until she is no longer moving. Mortlock collapses against the wall and wipes his hand over his brow, "Whew, that one... she stabs deep. Glad you took her down, whew."
"Alright, a deals a deal. Why don't we sit down here a spell so I can catch my breath and I'll tell you what I know and hopefully you all can stop bad things from happening here in Baldur's Gate. So as I think I told you earlier, my mother is one of the three remaining members of the Council of Four, which governs Baldur’s Gate. She was instrumental in convincing Ulder Ravengard to travel to Elturel and meet with its high overseer, Thavius Kreeg. With Ravengard gone, the Flaming Fist is leaderless and vulnerable. I'm sure you could tell that. Who sent you, Captain Zodge? Ha! He'd like to pretend he's the leader the of the Fists."
"Anyways, the Dead Three cultists receive regular payments from my brother, Amrik, who runs his own moneylending business out of a tavern called the Low Lantern. My mother doesn’t expect much of me, but she thinks the world of Amrik. He’s always been her favorite." he spits as he says this, the disdain for Amrik palpable.
"And of course there is my oldest brother, Thurstwell, he uses imps as spies throughout the city. He has the bathhouse under surveillance and probably knows you’re here. He’s very sickly and seldom leaves our mother’s estate. Anyways, I think that's about it? But yeah, if you can take down Vaaz, I'm sure this cult will break up as you've taken down most of the members and their lair."
"Virro! No! Wai..." Roo started to protest, but Nebra succumbed to her wounds and being submerged faster than he would have anticipated. He watched as she jerked, went limp, and was done before he slowly dragged her up out of the pool of blood. "No no no...cluck...no..."
He patted her face with his hand, shook her...dropped her back into the blood, convinced of her passing. He holds his thoughts for a moment and stands stark still on the rim of the sarcophagus, completely ignoring Mortlock as he begins offering up his bullshit.
"Well. I'm glad to know where I stand with the team." Roo' Stor says, taking a deep breath and looking at Mortlock. When he grasps that the wounded fellow is offering up information, his fist clenches tight around the hilt of his sword. He takes a step, prepares to kill Mortlock out of spite, then pauses. His head tilts from side to side, then he looks at Glory of Morning and sheaths his weapon. "I could kill you. I should kill you. But I'm not going to waste my clucking time."
He leaps back to Glory of Morning's back and pulls her reins around, spurring the possum back out toward the hall and away from the party.
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Corlith sees Roo approach on his possum mount, having heard his outburst a moment before.
"Something Vexes thee?", he asks of the Gallus, that he now sees is covered in blood. "Any of that blood yours?", he adds then looks passed Roo for sign of the others coming as well.
Wilfred half listens to Mortlock. He realized their mistake when he sees Roo' storm out. He's about to follow and comfort his new friend, when he stops and focuses on what Mortlock is saying. He turns to face the disfigured man as he squints his eyes.
When Mortlock finishes, Wilfred will ask. "Mmhmm, mhmm. Yea, some good info. You mentioned someone. What was that name. Thavius Kreeg? What happened to them, hmm? Any idea?"
Reed watches the spectacle of the invisible woman being drowned in a tub of blood.
"There are other rooms here," Reed says when the conversation gets around to taking a rest. "Rooms that don't have blood splattered all over the floor, walls, ceiling, and such."
Reed dips back to where the skeletons are to have them stationed on the landing where the secret door is.
"You fight anyone who isn't part of our group if they come here," Reed tells one of the skeletons and then tells the other "and you come and let me know this one is fighting. Just come and wave your arms around."
He then returns and picks out which of the other rooms looks the most comfortable and blood free.
"If you've got your fingers, Virro, let's move this next door." Reed says then pauses, stops and turns back around. "Are they still invisible?"
Mortlock looks up to Wilfred as he addresses him, "Thavius Kreeg? I'm not sure, I know he works with my mother, so I'm sure he's here in Baldur's Gate." He shrugs. "Your rooster friend alright? I didn't mean to offend him earlier." He struggles as he gets up when Reed mentions moving.
"Good idea, come on, lets go to the room full of bones, it doesn't stink the way the one does where the others bunked." He looks down at the sarcophagus after he gets up, "Nope, no longer invisible.." And he leads the remaining party into the third door and takes a seat again.
Archie follows along as the group heads out toward the third door, "Hey has anyone got some spell to clean stuff with?" She points to her feet and leg armour which are now curling with dried blood as the viscera coating her heats from her internal temperature.
When they make it into the non-blood soaked room, Reed does a quick look around, nosing through anything and everything, mostly driven by curiosity but not upset if he finds coins.
Perception: (13+5) = 18
Once satisfied he's either found all there is to find or made sure there's nothing about to jump out and attack, he slips over to one wall, sits down with his back against it and takes a break.
Virro reaches below the level of blood and pulls the hand of the Reaper up, pulling out his dagger. He saws off the middle finger, then lets the hand drop below the surface again. He turns the finger around and puts it over top of his middle finger, extending it towards her. “I’m flippin you off. Hah!” He wipes the finger off, putting it in his bag. He looks quickly on the floor for any sticks, but not seeing any he starts to follow Reed. “Let me know if you find a nice pointing stick.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"No, none of the blood is mine." Roo says when Corlith speaks to him. He takes a moment to look himself over, then preens some of the blood from his feathers and looks back over his shoulder. "Nothing of importance, Corlith. I am just a chicken, after all. Nothing I could say would matter anyway."
And with that, he rides the possum past the Tiefling and keeps his post in the hall while the others move away and rest.
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