Auranghzeb
 Saxifrage  As you open your eyes, the pain on the back of your head flares hot and stunning, the blood in your neck dried up, instinctively you try to reach with a hand and realize you have been bound. Your eyes clear but there's little else to see than shadows dancing against the wall of a cave some fifty feet away. Then you remember kneeling near the Khorotas River two days away from Tarantia and feeling the pain. then, Blackness. No signal of the woman you met on the road, you know shouldn't have trusted her.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Tied and bound, Str-or Escape Artist DC 12. No equipment except your clothing.
 

 Alena Your eyes are open, but the paralyzing poison still pumps inside your veins, there's no need to bound you. An that would be their mistake. You lay prone in a corner of the main cave, were high braziers light up the place and elongate the shadows of the dancing cultists. There are eight of them, you have counted them, lecherous creatures of murder, deformed and twisted, and then there's the giant in the center of the circle, so far he has ripped the spine of two enemies, and every time he does the cultist cheer.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Paralysis Con DC 13, roll every round, equipment: the chains that still hang from your right arm. Treat it as a morning star 1d8, no reach.
 

 Finn  and  GorGarath  The giant in front of you snaps the neck of the formidable Kothian warrior that was fighting alongside you and the cultist go wild! They poke you with their spears forming a wall, keeping you in reach of the brute. On of them cuts the bounds that hold you and the giant grins as he sinks its deformed teeth in the flesh of the broken Kothian. He points forearm sized finger at both of you. Time to fight!

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Unarmed, unbound, no armor. GorGarath can feel the presence of
Hrundrim somewhere in the room
 

 Dhom  For many moons these cultist have use you as a hound of prey, even going as far as putting you on a leash, as if their wicked features and deformed faces were superior to yours, but that was the fate of the Hide, hunted down to serve as trackers, never treated with dignity. Little they know you can easily escape the leash, but their poison weapons and the giant have kept you in check. You are in a smaller cove, a large tattoed woman bound next to you.

 
 Spoiler: OoC 
Chained to the wall like a wild dog Escape artist DC14. No weapons but you can see a rack with spears in the wall in front of you
 


The caves: The ceiling of most of this caves is between 6' to 8' and just broad enough to fit a medium sized creature. Dhom knows the giant never leaves the cave, he lives, feeds and does its bodily needs here. The floor is unworked, and in some parts it considered difficult terrain, but not where the giant lives.

The creature: The giant is not a giant, just a very large Troglodite with a head the size of a barrel of ale and long thick arms that make his knuckles graze the floor.

 

The cultists: There are at least 8 cultists, deformed humans wearing tattered cloaks, they have altered their faces to look like troglodytes.

**Roll initiative** and act if is higher than 14
BloodyMagpie
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Initiative  (1d20+3)[ 19 ] 
Con vs paralysis (whenever my turn happens)  (1d20+3)[ 8 ] 
 


Alena stared up at the dim ceiling of the cave above her flickering with torchlight. She could hear the accursed cultists nearby, hooting and hollering in time with the familiar sounds of violence. But the damned poison still had her in its grip. Try as she might, her muscles refused to obey.   Halla's balls! Is this how I'm going to die, on some cultist's sacrificial altar?!   
Feathersnow
Saxifrage tries to shimmy out of her bonds, realizing she cannot easily or safely burn them until she was already out of them.

 
 Spoiler: roll escape artist, untrained 

 (1d20+4)[ 5 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Karnn Dhom wakes to the racket of the cult's game, a sacred game, but of great noise. The cave is dark and damp, a bad place. No sun. So Karnn Dhom sleeps, at day, at night… At all times of no hunt. But there's something new, something fresh in here with her. Her curled body straightens and twists. The leash is tight. No good. She twists on, out of it, loose. She must know. She clambers close to the other body, she leans in, nostrils flared, tongue flashing in and out, almost touching the other.  Great s cars.  she lets her breath come out, hissing. Shaman's scars. Weird things of weird folk.  Smell of tall rock s .  In and out the tongue flicks.  Sit  s till, very  s till.  the tattooed woman is cautioned. The cult hunts; but her skin is true. Theirs isn't. Perhaps it's time to find a crack and slip away. Dhom's bent form twists and turns, to look at the spears.
Auranghzeb
The abomination roars showing blood stained teeth sharp as knives as it steps towards GorGarath and Finn, striking at them with its claws!

 
 Spoiler: Attacks 
 Attack 1 vs Finn  (1d20+5)[ 20 ]   (2d4+3)[ 6 ]  and Attack 2 vs GorGarath  (1d20+5)[ 13 ]   (2d4+3)[ 6 ] 
 


The cultist cheer and ready their spears to contain the fighters inside the circle.


From outside, the shadows of the warriors is projected into the cavern walls and multiplied by the waning braziers, the sound of the struggle and the excitement of the mad cultists fills the air.
BelGareth
GorGarath suddenly wakes to being pushed into a makeshift arena, he must have been drugged somehow, damned wenches! He would have to find the turncoat another time, now he was trying his hardest to avoid this giant brute, who as he thought that, sunk it's claws into his arm!

He rolled away as best he could, grabbing some dirt with his empty hands and coming back, attempting to flank the beast with the other guy!

There was another guy!

  "HEy!"   he screamed over the cultists   "HEY GUY!"   he yelled   "Let's try to flank the bastard!"  

He readied for another attack to throw dirt in the creatures eye.

  "HEY!"   he yelled at the beast, trying to goad   "God you're an ugly son of a bitch!"  
 
 Spoiler 

Immediate action to use Crafty: 1/encounter immediate action (DC 12)
Targeting Will (dirt to the eyes) enemy is confused or can't attack for 1 round

   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  7/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 
niw18
Finn woke up and shook his head. This was not the forest he had called home, and he growled like a beast, unsure of what was happening. He would look to the beast and look around and get his bearing before noticing the makeshift arena and that he was with another that he had not seen before.

He would then make a fist as he knew it was fight or die in the forest, and he had a feeling it was the same here. He would dodge the attack the best he could.

He would nod. "sounds like a plan he would say to him and would move, trying to get into position. Once the other guy got its attention, he would shift into a position where he was sure the creature's attention was on the other guy and launch his attack on it.
Feathersnow
 Please help me, I can help you.  says Saxifrage.   She hates to plead, but, without her hands, she is useless. And getting out seems impossible.
Metastachydium
Dhom darts towards the wall of weapons, hunched forward, with soft steps and a strangely jittery sway, arms hanging low.  Will  s ee to it.  she says, bluntly, to herself for the most part. She suspects no trickery, and doesn't fear or mind it. That is one large, warm body, easy to sense, to keep track of. She grabs a spear and tests the edge of the head against a fingernail as she pivots around, ready to slither back to the other one. She needs it sharp. Sharp is good.  Move not,  s carred one.  Dhom cautions her once more.  Good edge s   cut. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Stealth:  (1d20+8)[ 17 ] 
 
BloodyMagpie
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
DC13 Fort Save vs Paralysis[/roll]
Edit: I fat fingered the roll, ugh. Have to double post now.
 
BloodyMagpie
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
DC13 Fort Save vs Paralysis  (1d20+5)[ 25 ] 
Edit: Let's f***ing go!
 


The sounds of violence and the cultists' vile cheers were getting louder. Alena gritted her teeth and focused all her willpower on just her right hand.   Move... MOVE... DAMN YOU BODY, MOVE!!!  

Her hand slowly closed into a fist and she smiled. Now she could feel pins and needles all over her body. But the pain and discomfort was a good sign, it meant she could feel and control her body once more. She picked herself up carefully, muscles still aching from whatever paralyzing poison they'd used on her. A chain still hung from her right wrist, and she quickly wrapped it around her fist into an improvised weapon. They had put a chain on her, and now she'd use it to kill every last one of the bastards for daring to do so. She looked over at the screaming cultists. Had they noticed her roused yet? Or did she have the brief element of surprise?
Auranghzeb
 
 Spoiler: OoC 
 I was waiting for Fin and GorGarath to act, they only posted free actions and immediate actions, but moving the scene along
 


The beast laughs at GorGarath's feeble attempt to distract it, it picks up the body of the dead Kothian warrior over its head and throws it to GorGarath! An then its skin starts to seep the characteristic toxin of Troglodytes filling the air with a putrid acrid stench, the cultist yep like wild hyenas from and inhale the intoxicating toxin!

 
 Spoiler: Attack 
Improvised thrown weapon  (1d20+3)[ 13 ]  non lethal damage  (1d6+2)[ 6 ] 
DC vs the stench 13 Fort or be sickened 10 rounds (-2 to basically everything)
 


They are completely distracted to the other shadows moving around them, the proud warrior wrapping her chains as a fist or the bizarre couple in the smaller cave.
Feathersnow
Saxifrage looks around for her sugliin and notices the drama playing out nearby.  She gestures to her rescuer,  We help? 
BelGareth
As the corpse flew at him, he suddenly felt his blade, he spoke the words and the blade sprang to his hands!  "Hrundrim! come to me!" , as he did so, he cut at the body aimed for him, slicing the body into two, sending gore and viscera spraying to both sides of him.

  "IS THAT IT?"  

He roared at the giant in, what he was hoping would not be, his last effort to distract everyone, moving to attack the creature with his new found blade!

 
 Spoiler 

Use one die to summon my blade
Use one die to slice the body being thrown at me in half

(rolled in ooc)
 Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 13 ]
 damage  - (2d6+4)[ 9 ]

   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  7/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Deathbringer die  0/2
 
niw18
Finn watched as the creature quickly saw through the plan and used a dead body against the other in the arena with him. He would then shrug off the stench's effect, making him winch as it did not smell good. At this point, he would take skunk spray and then this creature's stench.

He would then punch at the beast but miss calculating the thickness of its hide and feel as his fist whiffs over its skin, doing nothing but maybe tickling it. He would brace himself and call out to the other, "You ok other there" he would ask the man. He knew this beast would take a combined effect of the two, if not the others, to do it.

 
 Spoiler 

   Finn the savage   
M N Cimmerian (human) Warrior,  Level  1,  Init  2,  HP   / ,  Speed  30
 AC  12,  Touch  12,  Flat-footed  10,  CMD  17,  Fort  4,  Ref  2,  Will  2,  CMB  +5,  Base Attack Bonus  1
   unarmed strike   +5 (1d6+4, x2)
 (+2 Dex)
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 10
 Condition  None
 
Metastachydium
Having slid the blade between the coils of rope with an almost careless quick (as it would seem to the untrained eye) to slice and sever, Dhom closes her eyes for a moment, tongue flicking in and out, in and out again, before she'd lift and sniff the blade: has it been blooded? The best blades are blooded. It is as it ios with men; that which tastes blood, knows blood. Everyone knows that.  Aid' s  for aid.  she tells the scarred one in a low hiss.  What' s  in it? In aiding the s e?  – an idle musing. She'd rather fly, of course, disappear into the hollows, unseen, unfollowed. But the promise of a good fight has a call. Dhom will hear it, if it's given a voice.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

In case it's needed, ATTACK THE ROPE:  (1d20+4)[ 8 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Dhom fred the large tattoed woman with a deft cut of the blade, they were free, but the cultists and the monster stood between them and the many winding tunnels ahead. Dhom knew her way out, but it passed through that main cave.


***

Finn rushed into the monster, flailing with his fists and landing a punch that lacked power.

GorGarath saw the corpse of the Kotharian flying his way as a deadly weapon, and in instant of inspiration his cursed blade was there in his hands, hacking at the horrible projectile. The intoxicated cultists gasped at the appearance of the weapon they thought secured in another smaller cave. But their sickened minds were enthralled by the intoxicating and offensive stench of the troglodyte.

The beast lifted both arms at Finn into a two handed descending slam

 
 Spoiler: attack 
PA SLAM! [roll+1d20+2[/roll] damage  (1d6+9)[ 13 ] 
 
Feathersnow
 My Club?  Have you seen it?   The Sugliin was irreplaceable.  Reindeer couldn't be kept this far south, and the odds of getting a wild elk to shed such a nice set of antlers and finding it fresh enough to preserve and fortify just right was... unlikely.   And the idea of spending that much precious hardwood on a polearm was an obscenity to her upbringing, even if she knew, intellectually, that trees were so common here in the South that people  burnt them for fuel !
Metastachydium
The scarred one's concerns have shifted, or so it seems. Very well. Very clever. No fighting; but she'd arm herself.   S een, no.  Dhom answers her, lowering the spear and circling its tip in the air, away from the woman.  But thing s  not lo s t are found.  Everyone knows that. She grabs the scarred one's wrist suddenly and leans close, inhaling sharply as her tongue dances above the woman's palm. She then lets go, just as suddenly and turns again, crouching down, her eyes closed. Nostrils flare. The tongue dances on, in and out.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

So, more totally average normal human behaviour! Dhom smells Saxifrage's hand and tries to find her stuff, tracking it down, so to say, by Scent: Survival, with advantage:  (1d20+8)[ 26 ]  or  (1d20+8)[ 21 ] .
 
Auranghzeb
As Dohm moves around the small cove, her senses are dampened byt the horrible stench of the Troglodyte 50' away, she is not affected by the sickening effect from this distance, but the air flowing in the cavern make scent basically useless. However, from her position, she sees Saifrage's luscious antler club. One of the cultist brandishes it around while intoxicated in the troglodyte's fumes.
Metastachydium
Wrinkles of displeasure form on Dhom's face as she recognizes the smell. Not of the scarred one; but the Dweller's. It fights as a beast fights, well, with power. But these lazy tricks… It irks Dhom. And it takes, from her. Still, where her tongue fails her, her eyes, snapping open succeed.  Ea s y, and not.  she almost grins at the scarred woman, raising her spear, pointing into the crowd with its tip, at the strange club.  That i s  it?  she asks. It is a curious thing. A strange device. A hunter's device.
BelGareth
Seeing the monster attack his new friend, he roars a battle scream, ignoring the cultist, and charges the monster!

  "eeeaaaaEEEEAAAAARRRGGHHHHHH!!!!!"  
 
 Spoiler 

  Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 8 ]  +2 if flanking?
  damage  - (2d6+4)[ 14 ] 
   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  7/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Deathbringer die  0/2
 
Feathersnow
 Yes.  Sugliin.  I take back.  You help?   she gestures at the scars on her painted form indicating fire. Then she stares at the thief.
BloodyMagpie
Alena sees the chaotic melee and grins. It seems she was not the only one with an axe to grind with these cultist freaks. She charges at the cultists, whipping the chain out between her hands to try and throttle one of them before they realized she was no longer incapacitated from the poison.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Charging the cultists. Activating Badassery to use my chain to choke out one of the cultists. If there's one with a decent looking weapon, she'll target him, otherwise just whichever one is nearest to her. Attack Roll  (1d20+5)[ 16 ] 
 
Metastachydium
 Only way' s  through.  Dhom replies, her dry, rustling voice eager and sinister. She rises somewhat, leaning forward, as though ready to snap forth. A coiled snake, ready to spring, ready to dance. The sun rises and sets somewhere outside. It is time to find it.   Come, draw fir s t blood. 
Auranghzeb
GorGarath thursts the cursed blade forward only for it to slip against the oily repellent shape of the Troglodyte.

Ad Dhorn and Saxifrage observe the scene and measure their approach to the cultist wielding Sugglin, an athletic woman whirls their way out of the shadows of the cave pouncing like a jaguar on the the holder of Sugglin barreling him and taking him down on a chocking lock, there's commotion among the other duelists, just enough for you to get the upper hand over them.
Feathersnow
Saxifrage mumbles in an obscure dialect and attempts to channel fire!!

 
 Spoiler:  produce flame! 

 (2d20)[ 20 ][ 2 ](22) +2[/roll]
 
BloodyMagpie
Alena grins as she hears the cultist's neck snap beneath her. She picks up the antler club he'd dropped. Not her first choice of weapons, but it'd do in a pinch. The numbers were certainly not on her side, but running wasn't an option when she had no idea where the caves led. "Okay, who's next?!"

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Attacking the nearest cultist with Sugliin. Charging if there's room, otherwise just a regular attack.
Attack  (1d20+5)[ 17 ]  (+2 if I Charge)
Damage  (2d8+5)[ 17 ]  (I took the damage for this off of Saxifrage's sheet and adjusted for my higher Strength, let me know if this is wrong)
 
Metastachydium
What the scarred one is to do, of all the things scars may carry and bestow upon those that bear them, Karnn Dhom doesn't know. But is she wields true power, good power, of good use, Karnn Dhom will not step between her and her enemies with foolish haste. Instead, she bides her time. She'll take a measure of this woman – and prey on what still stands in the wake of her wrath. Both hands on the shaft of the spear, she's at watch already, for naked skin, an easy throat to pierce…

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Wait until Saxifrage does or doesn't kill everyone and then jump the closest survivor:  (1d20+4)[ 9 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 7 ] 
 
Feathersnow
 You!  You have something that belongs to me!  I'll get you another weapon, but that one is mine! 

Saxifrage blasts the cultist nearest Alena who is still up, as a show of good faith.

 
 Spoiler:  attack with fire 

 (1d20+4)[ 22 ]  to hit
 (1d6+1)[ 2 ]  damage
 
niw18
He watches his new friend let out a battle scream and attack the stinky lizard "Fin Smash" he would say and strike at the stinky lizard

Finn not liking that stinky lizard might hurt his new friend would punch at the lizard again with his fist
Auranghzeb
Alena rises with Sluggin in her hands as two of the cultist try to stab her with their spears!
 
 Spoiler 

 (1d20+1)[ 6 ]  damage  (1d6+1)[ 6 ] 
 (1d20+1)[ 7 ]  damage  (1d6+1)[ 6 ] 
 


Saxifrage's flame lits the cave as it takes a cultist out of combat igniting his head and sending him into a screaming death throe!

Finn's fists finally connect with the creature, but do little damage through that thick skin. The Troglodyte disregards the warrior faced with the new threat of Alena and Saxifrage. It charges against the scarred woman wielding the flames!

 
 Spoiler 
 (1d20+5)[ 25 ]  damage  (1d6+4)[ 7 ] 
 
BelGareth
GorGarath sees the giant charge  away  from him!

  "NO YOU DON'T!"  

He says charging after the thing.

 
 Spoiler 

  Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 5 ]  +2 if flanking?
  damage  - (2d6+4)[ 12 ] 
   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  7/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Deathbringer die  0/2
 
Metastachydium
Dhom bares her teeth and clicks her tongue, in quick succession. Her steel didn't bite; and the scarred one falters already. No good. She has fire, and fire is warm, a friend to sore members, and a menace against foes. Hissing a curse, she darts closer to the melee, levelling a rapid, upwards shooting jab against a cultist's bare neck, between the robes and that poor imitation of scaled skin.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Attack:  (1d20+4)[ 14 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 7 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
GorGarath charged the creature in the uneven floor of the cave, missing wildly wide with the cursed sword that hissed the air with ominous death.
Dhom cut down one of the cultists with surprising ease, splatting its warm blood on the cavern walls: warm blood, these were no real reptiles.

The remaining tumbling cultists, still intoxicated by the fumes of their overlord, savagely attempted to pierce Alena, Finn and Dhom, leaving GorGarath and Saxifrage to their master.

Two of them thrust their spears at Alena 
 Spoiler: Hit once for 4 
  (1d20-1)[ 13 ]   (1d20-1)[ 4 ]   (1d6-1)[ 2 ]   (1d6-1)[ 0 ] 
 
 Two more flank Finn  
 Spoiler: hit twice for 8 
 (1d20-1)[ 18 ]   (1d20-1)[ 16 ]   (1d6-1)[ 4 ]   (1d6-1)[ 4 ] 
 
 and two move towards Dhom  
 Spoiler: missed twice 
 (1d20-1)[ 6 ]   (1d20-1)[ 0 ]   (1d6-1)[ 1 ]   (1d6-1)[ 4 ] 
 
Metastachydium
 Fal s e  s kin.  Dhom tells the cultists sarming her: a cold taunt as she wwaya how the snake sways, away from the piercing speartips.  Fal s e blood.  Dhom tells them, her own spear moving quick, with no flourish, to bite.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

ATTACK the one that rolled a 6, letting the ne that rolled a 0 wallow some more in it:  (1d20+4)[ 15 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 11 ] 
 
niw18
Being flanked, he knew there was no escape as his new friend made chase of the boss of these guys and then. He would wince in pain from the attack before he would try to punch at the closet guy with his fist.
BelGareth
GorGarath was beginning to get angry. His thrice damned blade was messing with him, he was  sure !

  'Blade, you best not be my downfall, you've had your fun, now let me have miiiiiiinnneeee!!!!'  

He swung the magical blade at the beast with all his might, hoping the blade would listen to him.

 
 Spoiler 

use Hrundrim the Cursed Blade ability to smite the boss

  Attack  - (2d20b1)[ 5 ]  +4
  damage  - (2d6+4)[ 11 ]  &amp;   Profane damage  - (2d6)[ 5 ] 
   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  7/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Deathbringer die  0/2
 
Auranghzeb
Dhom kills yet another cultist, piercing a throat with the swift spear.

Finn wrestles one down to the floor stomping on his neck with a loud crack.

Elsewhere, the Troglodyte laughs at GorGaraths feebleness and turns around to smack the sword out his hands and then lunges to bite the cursed warrior's face.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 
 disarm attempt  (1d20+5)[ 14 ]  Bite  (1d20+4)[ 14 ] 
 
Metastachydium
Coil and uncoil. Spring forth. A snake surrounded with no way out is cornered. A cornered snake bites. Everyone knows that. Another thrust flies against another throat.  The s e are mi c e.  Dhom tells the Troglodyte, flashing out her tongue at the cultists, with disdain. Worthless little meals, running through the tunnels blind.  Why' s  a Dweller care? 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Spear attack on Rolled a 0 Cultist:  (1d20+4)[ 10 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 9 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
The intoxicated Cultist avoids Dhom's spear and attempts a lunging attack.

 (1d20-1)[ 15 ] 
 (1d6-1)[ 4 ] 

One of them, seeing Finn smash his comrade throat to the ground attempt to seek refugee behind the troglodyte.
BelGareth
He stands having taken quite the beating, smiles and pulls his sword in tight.   "Well Well well you giant Lizard Turd! I got a story for you! It all starts with your death!"   he screams, as he slashes at the thing once again, praying to lady luck that something would go his way for once.

 
 Spoiler 

  Attack  - (1d20+4)[ 9 ] 
  damage  - (2d6+4)[ 11 ] 
   GorGarath    Human Survivalist
 Level  1,  Init  3,  HP  4/13,  Speed  30
 AC  13,  Touch  13,  Flat-footed  10
 Fort  5,  Ref  3,  Will  4
 Abilities  Str 17, Dex 17, Con 17, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 15
 Condition  None
 Deathbringer die  0/2
 
Auranghzeb
The cursed sword bounces against the troglodyte harmlessly and a voice inside GorGorath's head says  you are not worthy of me  and the sword vanishes!

 Betrayal! 


The beast pounces the befuddled warrior!

 
 Spoiler 
claws (1d20+5)[ 19 ]  (1d20+5)[ 16 ]  bite (1d20+5)[ 24 ] 
 (2d4+3)[ 9 ] 
 (2d4+3)[ 7 ] 
 (1d6+3)[ 7 ] 
 


Claws tearing through muscle and bone, and then a bite that snaps GorGarath's neck.
Metastachydium
The speartip plunges deep into Dhom's abdomen with the wet sound of muscles being ripped and vessels torn open. She bends forward, with a long, drawn-out hiss, of anger, of pain. The Dweller doesn't have her attention anymore. This  thing  does, now. She reaches into the wound, and raises a blooded hand, up to her own face. She smells it, her tongue quivering in the dim light.  Little mou s e.  she says, not bothering to touch her foe's spear and pull it free. She grabs her own. And she stabs.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

ATTACK:  (1d20+4)[ 5 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 10 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
The troglodyte moves his attention to Finn and Alena swiftly moving towards the two of them while disposing of GorGarath's corpse tossing it aside unceremoniously.

 
 Spoiler: Attacks Alena and Finn 
Finn claw (1d20+4)[ 12 ]  (1d6+4)[ 7 ] 
Alena Claw (1d20+4)[ 10 ]  (1d6+4)[ 9 ] 
 

 Little mouse  looks into Dhom's mad eyes as he tries to dislodge the spear from the Serpentine hunter.

 
 Spoiler: Dislodge 
roll an opposite str check  (1d20-1)[ 2 ] . If the cultist wins, he tears the spear from your abdomen and you take [roll]1d4-1[/damage] +1 ongoing bleeding damage.
 
Metastachydium
With a menacing hiss, Dhom twists despite the pain, as though, indeed, frenzied by it, to lock the spear in her flesh, muscles flexing around the shaft. But that is not chief purpose, no. Pain drove her previous thrust astray; and Dhom would see if it will lead the next to taste blood, fast and true.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Strength:  (1d20+3)[ 12 ] 

Attack, if possible:  (1d20+4)[ 5 ]  for  (1d8+4)[ 7 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
Alena and Finn fall prey to the Troglodyte's claws.
Two more corpses to adorn the cavern.
 
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Asuming there's no more interest in posting from Niw18 and BloodyMagpie
 


Dhom rips the spear from the cultist's hands and stabs him in the eye with the shattered shaft! But the scene is ominous, there's an opening to scape the monster and the one remaining cultist, inebriated by the toxins of the troglodyte.


 Will Dhom flee and live to fight another day? 
Metastachydium
Frenzy is still clawing at Dhom's mind, red and smelling of iron, as the blood of a beast. But Karnn Dhom is a survivor; and now she survived. None other did. The living hunt. The dead are eaten. Everyone knows this. And Karnn Dhom certainly does. Fighting on, for the honour of dead meat or just to test one's mettle against another is the proud game of the fool. Dhom is no fool.

With a low hiss, she turns… And runs. She knows the way out, and her form stiull twists and turns as she wishes it to twist and turn. She'll be out, untouched – she believes this much. All else is another day for another hunt.

 
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Withdraw at full speed; if needed, swift action use Awesome to tumble using Acrobatics so that to avoid an AoO on the way out:  (1d20+8)[ 25 ] 
 
Auranghzeb
The creature doesn't even bother chasing you as you drag your bleeding body out of the caves through the narrowest of tunnels. Panting, you make it to the exit with the sound of bestial screams of joy as a background, you know what those screams mean: the troglodyte feeding from the dead.


You move swiftly through the night not stopping despite the exhaustion gripping your body until you finally bent over a rock and collapse.

Dawn, red on the horizon, rouses you from a restless sleep. You slither through the wet land and wait for the darkness to come to move again.



*** Interlude***