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Terrill sees the dark, shadowy limb reaching for him and sees his is not going to be quick enough to dodge it. He braces himself and hopes to Desna the damage is not too great - and the attack veers harmlessly aside at the last moment, leaving him unscathed. He glances quickly over his shoulder and says, "Thanks, Fredrik, I owe you one. And the Lady, too, I guess."
He then raises his blade and swings it at the hazy figure before him, aiming a bit more carefully this time.
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Chasik, sees the shadowy claws come towards him, but luckily his heavy armor allows him just enough freedom of movement to narrowly dodge the attack. He stands tall, and aids Terrill again in hoping to take the evil creature down.
Touch AC = 13
Chasik, sees the shadowy claws come towards him, but luckily his heavy armor allows him just enough freedom of movement to narrowly dodge the attack. He moves down, to assist Hiram in the fight against his own threat.
Touch AC = 13
With a mighty swing Terrill ends the first shadow in front of him, sending its misty form scattering away!
Hiram then hacks into the next shadow!
Bash then swings to aid Hiram's next attack.
Fredrik then channels energy to harm the undead!
Wilhelm cheers on his companions.
Bizzle's missiles once again hit the shadow to full effect!
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The shadow floats against he wall and reaches out a wispy arm to touch Chasik!
Hiram and Terrill finish off the shadow!
On the corpse in the room, you find a key (to the lockbox upstairs) a magical ring, two potions, and an everburning torch.
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As the shadows dissipate, Terrill quickly kneels by the body on the floor, but can only confirm that it is very dead. He finds a handful of items that are obviously magical, but cannot tell more than that about them.
Looking up at his companions from his position by the corpse, he says, "We are fortunate not to have gone the same way as this poor soul. I was touched by the shadows' draining attack, but lightly. Is anyone badly hurt?"
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"Let's finish our business here," Terrill responds, "and then see whether someone here in the village is capable of healing the shadow's damage. I am a bit reluctant to turn to a priest of Zon-Kuthon to restore us, but we shall see what Karpad has to offer."
He turns to the one door in the dank cellar and takes a careful look and listen at it. Given his experience with the lightning trap above, he also senses any magic that might be present on the door.
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Wilhelm speaks up, "Hey-o. When it comes time for you two to get healed up, I hope you won't mind if I pay, or at least pitch in. I was horribly useless against those things and you all did such a fine job of taking care of them. Least I can do."
Wilhelm takes a look at the ring, "Ooh, this looks nice - magical you say? Hmpf. I wonder what it'll do? But I'm not gonna wear it blindly."
If no one else wants it, he'll place the ring in his pack.
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Looking over his shoulder, Terrill responds to Wilhelm, "Nice of you to offer, but I'm guessing we'll all be called upon to do our part before this is over. But if you insist on standing in the back and being quietly encouraging, I might just take you up on the payment offer."
Grinning a bit from his ribbing of Wilhelm, he continues, "As to the ring, I couldn't sort out what it was, but maybe Bizzle or Fredrik have some idea? You likely won't have to ask Bizzle twice to take a close look at something that's shiny and magical."
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Bizzle is indeed curious about the items magical, but hasn't the faintest clue what the hell they are. Beats me. Strange shadow magic I guess!
Before the party proceeds further Bizzle will grab his wand of Mage Armor and tap himself. Anyone else wish to have the Mage Armor? Bizzle will happily oblige anyone that can use it and wishes to have it cast.
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If you guys can wait until tomorrow I can remove the shadow's drain with Pharasma's help. Fredrik says casting his arcane sight and checking the magic itens.
The ring is a ring of climbing After going through the objects he opens the potions, wet the tip of his little finger and taste it.
And those are potions of pass without trace.
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Wilhelm smiles at Hiram's suggestion. "Ah yes, capital idea sir. When we have completed our good service here, we shall partake of strong libations indeed - and the first round will be my treat."
While Terrill opens up the door , Wilhelm draws his rapier and makes a few flourishes and stabs at the air. "Don't worry lads! Should we find ourselves facing more corporeal foes, I shall deal with them thusly. Ha-Ha!" His rapier strikes through the air, though not demonstrating any particularly remarkable skill.
Terrill finds no magic or traps on the door and opens to a smell of hot fat that is overpowering. In the front of the room is a drying rack on which candles are hung while they cool. Broken and mangled, it sits in a circle drawn in blood and fat. Farther back, a furnace emits a dim light, and behind it stand several enormous vats, each as tall as a human.
When you enter the room, you see two individuals, a man and woman, mindlessly working on tasks at the far end of the room. A small creature flies out from behind one of the vats to see who has entered. "What?! What are you doing here? Go away! The Baron will make you pay if you disrupt my work!"
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Terrill lifts his long, curving blade over his shoulder and slips it into its sheath, then draws a second blade, made of cruel-looking dark iron. "This is a lurker in the light," he says as he switches weapons, "its fey magic lets it disappear into light and it cannot be blinded by even the brightest light. Like most fey, it resists weapons made of anything but cold iron."
Responding to the creature, he says menacingly, "Your work? Tell me what that work is, would you kindly?"
The fey falters and stutters at Terrill's questions, "Wha-just-just leave me alone! I'm under his direct orders so if you've got a problem, take it up with Stepan!"
"You-you-you! Bah! Enough of this, I'll make you go away!" Shouting to the two humans, the creature screams, "Attack!"
Bizzle begins to cast a spell.
The lurker-in-light draws a small blade and casts a spell.
Suddenly the room is bathed in a bright light and the fey creature is nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile the couple pick up small pieces of wood to use as makeshift weapons and make their way towards the party stiff-legged, clearly not acting out of their own will.
Fredrik readies his longspear!
Bizzle puts the two charmed townspeople to sleep!
He the covers Ilquis in glitter, revealing the lurker-in-light!
Terrill then moves in and swings at the fey creature but misses.
Chasik likewise moves up and misses.
Hiram casts a spell.
Wilhelm moves in and his rapier stabs into the fey but as he pulls it out he sees that the wound is not as big as one would think.
The lurker flies back a few feet from everyone and casts a spell at Terrill!
The two humans continue to doze pleasantly on the ground.
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Terrill's vision grows dark for a moment, but his own inner fortitude, paired with Fredrik's recent blessing, allow him to resist the effects of the spell. He calls on Desna to protect him from any further spells the brilliantly-lit creature might aim at him, then steps closer and swings his blade at it. Unfortunately, his sight is still recovering and he misses badly.
Bizzle hits the lurker with a magic missile!
Hiram cuts into the fey, his blade cutting deep!
Wilhelm runs around and flanks, putting his blade into the creature.
Fredrik increases his strength and moves in.
Bash steps in but misses the little creature.
Terrill swings his blade but nearly hits himself in the process.
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The lurker flies out of flank
and casts the same spell, this time pointing at Hiram!
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