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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 The guard Captain pursed his lips in dismay as he listened to the pair. His eyes watched them intently as the others spoke, trying to gauge their reactions to the group. The more they spoke the more his suspicions were confirmed. "Your...investigation?" Iymbryl could feel something burning in the pit of his stomach with each word the men spoke. The idea that whomever these men worked for they would impersonate the people responsible for the safety and wellbeing of the city disgusted him. He analyzed their words. As someone who had spent a lifetime being very deliberate with their own, it wasn't hard for him to see how they had avoided lying. "I've no doubt you know who I am. But your memory seems as short as your wits, privates. Is that how you address a senior officer? I don't give a damn about what you SAY your orders are. Show me your writ. You know, the one signed by at least someone of sufficient rank that you'd have the gall to stop me." His eyes bored into the man speaking with a quiet intensity while he held out a hand for a moment and waited. "No? Should I be surprised then that you haven't even mentioned who gave you these orders? There are many tasks the Guard haven't taken on when the city is in such a situation, but do you think for a damned second I would let you take ANY citizen for ANY reason?" His voiced lowered, but the dangerous edge didn't relent. "Impersonating a member of the guard is a serious crime in the best of times. Right now, I'm well within my authority to be your judge, jury, and executioner. So chose your next words with even greater care. Because if you attempt to lie to me, or don't give me the answers I want you'll discover the fury of the real Guards of Gate Pass. Who gave your orders and why are you trying to take citizens of MY city unlawfully?" Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? "Hmmm." Brand pondered the furry figure for a long moment, then gave a shrug. "Seems like we're all after the same goal, so doesn't bother me. You got a name, monkey man?" He continued to sift through the items in the room as he talked, tossing random things that looked useless on the ground, then stood up and closed his eyes as he used a minor spell he had to detect the presence of magic in the area. "And what can you do? As you might have seen, Vili and I generally stand in front. Caida helps out there too. Kal is a dab hand with his whip and Tobias...He's like uh...sneaky mage?" Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: n/a Swift: n/a Standard: n/a Search this room and the corpse for stuff, then off to the captain's room, then the raven room. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 Iymbryl gave a nod as Bron pointed out the ones following them. He'd seen the guards, but thought nothing of it. They should be patrolling the city after all. But upon paying more attention, he could tell they were what the Dwarf had made them out to be. The boots were close, but not standard issue. Several of them wore then pins on the wrong side of their cloaks, and one of them was so hairy, he could have been mistaken for a Gnoll (it didn't help his face was somewhat doglike). Iymbryl was certain if such a man was employed by the guard, he would have at least heard about it. Even his companions who did less thorough jobs than he cared for were always on their toes when it came to gossip. "Good eye Bronn. The question is: why are they following us? While I can't say I agree with Anne's sentiment, with the state of city now, we may have little choice in the matter." He pondered Belfyr's words. "You're right Belfyr. Might be best to just confront them and find out..." Iymbryl let out a sigh and prepared himself. Had these people just started following them, or had they been doing so even before they reached the councilman's house? He didn't even give credence to the though that Erdan had arranged it, as that would bode very poorly for the city. Iymbryl stopped and turned on his heel, immediately locking eyes with one of their followers. All at once his worried tone seemed to change to the casual and commanding one he used with his fellow guards. "You there, privates! I'm Captain Iymbryl Darcassan of Gate Pass. Come forward and identify yourselves. You don't look to be on patrol, so you'd better have a damned good reason to be in this part of the city in uniform!" He didn't want to give away that they knew the men were frauds just yet and was certain his public declaration would at least ensure anyone watching or listening knew who he was before they had a chance to speak. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Brand balked as one of the monkeys slowly shifted into something...else. He couldn't help but stare as the corpse continued to shift, giving it another firm poke with his blade to make sure the creature really was dead. Then he casually made one more swing with his blade to remove the head entirely. "By all the gods! I don't know what that thing was, but nothing survives without a head." He looked to his other companions and then to the remaining monkey man. Apparently they had chosen the right side, unless both were actually those sorts of creatures. He studied the talkative furry one for a long moment. It sure did like to talk a lot. He gave a nod when Vili introduced him, still not really sure what to make of the situation. "Not really sure why you'd care to clear your name with anyone in this tower but..." He gave a shrug. "We can talk about that as we make our way up the tower." He pointed toward the Captain and let out a sigh. "Like Vili said, we came here from Taldor by some magic. Witches took Nadya's daughter and are creating portals and letting it snow, so we've come to save the girl and find the one making these damnable portals and...well..." He gave the doppelganger's corpse a sight nudge with one foot. "Pretty much this." The old man sheathed his sword and started to look around the room. "Let's give this place, and this monster a once over and then be on our way...Where's home and how did you end up here anyway?" Brand couldn't have imagined what good keeping Silvermane in a room with his double was, but far be it from him to understand the lunacy of witches. Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: n/a Swift: n/a Standard: n/a Search this room and the corpse for stuff And use detect magic, then off to the captain's room, then the raven room. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

suddenly...reflex.

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert leaned with his back against the rail as he listened to Zen go over what they could see. He pulled off his spectacles and cleaned them with a cloth as he considered the situation. "As always Peggy, you a cornucopia of pertinent questions. To answer your query regarding my capacity for incendiary prowess capable of reducing a half dozen men to Korim Fried bandits, regrettably, such capabilities do not lie within my repertoire. However, I concur with our astute companions' assessment that the source of this conflagration may indeed be rooted in alchemical principles. Yet, the true conundrum lies in unraveling the temporal mystery surrounding this calamity. Bodies do not tend to smolder for long periods of time. If Slum yet lurks within the confines of his hideout, our odds of subduing him appear favorable. However, the conspicuous absence of his intellect and prowess suggests the presence of perilous defenses lurking in the shadows." Gilbert gave a shrug, now not so inclined to end up looking like Dirk and his other goons. "I am curious how Slum got here so quickly though." Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 8/8 Actions Move: Swift: N/A Standard: N/A

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 All Iymbryl could do was hold his breath as Erdan laid bare his plans. On the one hand, it was a clever use of Olvyn's skills. On the other hand, it was Olvyn. Anne hadn't been wrong about the man wanting nothing more than power for himself. Once she had left the room, he moved up to Erdan and whispered something low so only the two of them could hear. "Be cautious in your dealings with Olvyn. Someone in the guard is always bound to him magically, a single word will be enough to cause him great pain. I'll teach it to you, just in case." Personally, Iymbryl hated the idea of leaving the bastard murderer under anyone else's watch, but the current situation went far beyond his own revenge, and it wasn't like he could protest against someone on the council. He took the letters and gave a curt bow. "Thank you for your assistance Councilman Erdan, we'll do everything in our power to bring aid to the city." It was a strange thing for Iymbryl, walking out of that room, letting the man who murdered his father slink further away and start currying favor with those in charge once again. In truth it made him sick to his stomach. The revenge he had sought for so long was now further from his grasp than ever. He joined the others in the foyer and put a hand on Anne's shoulder. His own feelings were still so in flux he had no idea how to comfort her. "I know what it is like to lose family. In truth, it never gets less painful, but remember this: You're not alone, Anne. You have us. And I've often found that the bonds you choose are often stronger and more valuable than bonds of blood." He gave her a nod and headed out the door. Now they had to get a hold of the man who was going to lead this patrol past the gates. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? The old warrior looked at his companion, usually trusting her senses more than his own. The room was cramped, and Brand almost attacked the other monkey man has he unleashed a gout of flame that almost hit their Dwarf. Their Dwarf who had apparently decided which of the two monkey men to side with. With a shrug, Brand pressed his way into the room in an attempt to help down their foe. Caida attempted to nudge her way into the room as well, but Brand pushed her back with a leg. "I think both of these monkeys talk too much nonsense!" The worse monkey tried to move, but between the lack of space and Vili closing off the thing's escape, it had no where to go but into Brand's weapon. Flames sparked off the blade as it buried into the creature's shoulder and the old man let out a cheer. "Hey! This blade isn't half bad!" Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: n/a Move: AJ5 Swift: n/a Standard: Furious Focus Power Attack the Red Monkey Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin AC: 18 (breastplate & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1 Iymbryl gave a slight bow to the councilman. "You have our thanks. I'm certain we will put your graciousness to good use for the city." After the man had rushed out like a whirlwind, the captain of the guard began to wander once more. He passed a pair of bolas that looked like growing off a vine, a shield looked to be made of glass, and even a helmet shaped like a carved pumpkin. The more he looked, the he realized while the gear as certain to be useful, looking at it made him want to gouge his own eyes out. It made him wonder what sort of a mad man Erdan really was to spend so much time crafting things to be so...unique. When he saw Belfyr's goat hammer he was surprised. Iymbryl had thought for certain the man would use this as an excuse to don some sort of bunny motif. He had no idea what Bronn had in the pot, or the multitude of pots that looked like strange creatures from a child's fantasy land that Anne brought. Eventually, Iymbryl settled on the most practical thing he could find: better armor. Better was of course relative. The only thing that he found as an overall improvement being a garish breastplate that looked as though it had been covered in glue and dipped in a pen of peacocks. He'd had to test the design in the center multiple times, since it looked as though it was only made of feathers but repeated inspection showed it to be some sort of iridescent metal he'd just molded to look like feathers. The guard captain was certain he could remove most of the extraneous feathers with a bit of time, and a good cloak would cover most of it. As much as he hated the look, the fit was painfully perfect. He decided it would be wise to at least wear it out of the councilman's house, to show his appreciation.... "Well, everyone find something they'd find useful?" He continued to brush a pair of real feathers that bent to one side, constantly brushing against his cheek as he spoke. Mechanics Main Hand: N/A Off Hand: Shield Free: N/A Manipulate: N/A Action: N/A Move: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Concentration: N/A Mechanics wise, he is taking a breastplate. Spells Cantrips: Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows) 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat 2nd Level: Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert let out a grin as he made a gesture. "Ladies first." When the commotion had finally died down, he peered around the corner, then made his way over to the giant mechanical spider. He gave it a light kick, then paused in wait for anymore movement. "Might we salvage the remnants of this formidable adversary for our own purposes? The prospect of incorporating such a marvel into the majestic frame of the Atlas Wake is nothing short of tantalizing. Imagine the awe-inspiring spectacle of a lightning-firing cannon adorning our vessel, assuming Peggy can make it work." Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Move: Swift: N/A Standard: N/A Arcane pool not active

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? Brand gave the others a confused look as the pair of monkeys continued to fixate on each other. Was this was crazy felt like? He let out another sharp whistle. "Hey! What seems to be the problem with the two of you?" He decided to leave out the 'other than being monkeys' part. To his companions, he whispered. "Do we just close the door and walk away? They don't seem helpful...or like they are all there." Caida peers into the room, scrutinizing the pair of strange creatures before looking up and Brand as if to say 'can I eat them?' Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Ready an action to attack if they try to attack the group. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert gave a nod of appreciation to Zen as he felt her protective magics wash over him. It was strange what one started to notice if they had the right knowledge and deductive skills. In general, Gilbert could tell Kelly's magic from Zen's even blind folded. Kelly's tended to leave a slight ringing in his left ear, while Zen's was more like a sudden itch he just couldn't scratch. The sensations always passed quickly, most likely too quickly for normal people to notice but Gilbert always made a habit of jotting down those little things that might one day make it into one of the many thesis he was working on. "And I support you wholeheartedly, Mary. There are a preponderance of women with similar preferences, no matter how pernicious they may be!" He gave the pair now standing next to him a nod, then a frown. "While you have my undying gratitude for the most auspicious of protections, it might be prudent to adopt a more...expansive arrangement, thus mitigating the inevitable risk of becoming the next example of two birds with one stone." With that, Gilbert dashed further into the next room, doing his best to stay at an angle that didn't provide the spider-bot with multiple targets at once before firing his weapon again. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Move: See Map Swift: N/A Standard: Shoot Spider bot Arcane pool active 7/10

Old Brand Mountain Man HP: 33/34 | AC: 16 Perception +8 Spell Slots 1st: Caida Alpha Wolf HP: 21/27 | AC: 17 Perception +5 Current Command ??? After Brand knocked out the Captain, he slung her over his shoulder as they started to make their way. He pondered her response as they walked, still not sure what to do with the woman. So in typical fashion, Brand decided to take the 'wait and see' approach. They still had a long way to go, and if there were no traps like she had said, odds were good she would survive. He would be much less wary of her after the tower had been dealt with. He took the lead as they heard a crash, and when the door opened, he found himself very confused by the scene. He leaned over slightly toward Kal as he set the captain down next to him. "No one mentioned a bunch of monkeys in the tower..." He slowly drew his weapon. As much as he regretted it, Brand decided it might be wise to see if they were hostile or even sentient. He let out a shrill whistle to get the attention of both primates. "Which of you knows the layout of the tower?" At the very least, if they attacked first, he knew what would follow. Trolls, Dragon-women warriors, and now a pair of monkeys...This tower seemed to get more maddening with every room. Actions Caida: Move: Standard: Swift: Brand: Free: Move: Swift: Standard: Ready an action to attack if they try to attack the group. Brand Male CG Human (Kellid) () | () Level 3, Init 3, HP 34/34 [6 THP], Speed 30(40)ft, DR 1/- AC 16 [14], Touch 11 [9], Flat-footed 15 [13], CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 [+5], CMB +6, BAB 3 Greatsword (Power Attack) +7 (2d6+6 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Raging) (Power Attack) +9 (2d6+8 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Greatsword (Fatigued) +6 (2d6+4 [+3 power attack], 19-20x2) Ice Coat +1 (+5 Armor, +1 Dex, -1 ACP) Abilities Str 18, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 13 Conditions Track (+1/2 Level to Survival Checks to follow tracks) Extreme Endurance [Cold] (Constant Endure Elements) Current Aspect N/A Animal Focus 2/3 Animal Focus: Rage Remaining: 8/10 rounds Caida Female N , HD 3, Init +3, HP 27/27, Speed 50ft AC 17, Touch 13, Flat-footed 14, CMD 18 (22 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +2, CMB +5, Base Attack Bonus 2 Bite +7 (1d6+3 plus trip) Natural Armor (+4 Natural Armor, +3 Dex) Abilities Str 16, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6 Skills Acrobatics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +7, Survival +1 (+4 scent based tracking) Feats Weapon Focus (Bite), Toughness Tricks Attack [2], Down, Flank, Track, , , Current Aspect Bull (+2 enhancement to Str) Conditions Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share Spells, Evasion Iron Talons (Bite) [bite treated as cold iron] Magic Attacks [attacks treated as magical] Skirmisher Tricks 2/2

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson He let out one breath after another as he counted the seconds the soft hum built before it discharged toward the others. No power source, even from ancient times, was infinite. In either case, the time between blasts like that was hardly mattered if they simply killed it, or Peggy figured out how to make the room stop shouting at them. "Despite the insistence of many a fair maiden, Mary, the adage 'bigger is always better' finds no purchase in this, as well as many other scenarios. Case and point, Zen handled like a thousand small ones at once." He smirked at the last part as the others started gathering around. As Gilbert observed the spells and powers his companion's were throwing at the creature, he realized somewhat quickly he was be suited to dispatching this thing. With a sigh, he began to mentally review the spells he had memorized and found what was left somewhat lacking. With another deep breath, he began consuming some of the spare arcane energy he kept into the proper incantations and arrays for another spell. Gilbert wasn't sure how long Peggy generally considered appropriate to lick a lollipop, but he'd just have to buy her as much time as possible. "Fret not Peggy." He shouted over the alarm. "Time is a luxury we possess in abundance. It isn't like we find ourselves embroiled in a skirmish against a colossal death contraption adorned with razor sharp appendages with a penchant for unleashing bolts of lightning from its posterior. A calamity that Mary summon with her wanton disregard for Murphy's Law." He took another long breath to recover from all the shouting before he dipped around the corner and fired another shot at the machine. Even as he leveled the weapon at the spiderbot and pulled the trigger, he could tell one of the circular arrays at the end of the barrel was misaligned. "Well shit." His shot lanced off to the side, smashing into the wall and missing the machine by a mile. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Arcane Pool: 5/8 Actions Swift: Spell Recall for Intensified snowball Standard: Ranged spell strike Snowball on spiderbot Move: N/A Arcane pool active 7/10

Gilbert Percy Gilane a.k.a The Crimson Gilbert let out a sigh of relief as the swarm finally died. Overall, it hadn't been great, but it hadn't been too bad either. Now if someone could just shut off the shouting, they could get to making money. And then Mary went and said it. Gilbert couldn't hold back his cringe as a new creation dropped from the ceiling. How many of these things were there? He just had to hope there were a finite number of them stored around the chamber and it wasn't just summoning them from the ether like how most demons came into their world. "REALLY Mary? Upon the eve of our imminent victory and you summon the very specter of misfortune? While fate cares little for us mortals, such bold proclamations have an inordinate tendency to invite unforeseen consequences. You might have well just said 'What could possibly go wrong'." Gilbert ducked behind one of the metal pillars as he did a mental check of the number of shots he still had. "Behold! The universe has answered your call and ensnared us in a web of even more dire circumstances." Gilbert whirled around the edge of the wall and leveled his eyes on the mechanical thing. Was it supposed to b a spider or a scorpion? He took a moment to study the lines of the things construction in an attempt to understand both how it moved and how it was powered. If it ran on fuel, maybe they could put a hole in the tank...That was when he spotted the room across from the creature. "Dare we entertain the notion the glass covered room beyond holds the key to our salvation?" He nodded in the direction, trying to both draw his companion's attention to the room, and subtly suggest one of them go and find out. Looking back down the sight, Gilbert took a single steady breath as the spell charged through his pistol, glowing rings of runes floating just off the end of the barrel once more. He took aim for bulbous part that seemed like the things core and slowly squeezed the trigger. Iron and ice blasted the metal monster sheering off parts like a hillbilly flinging trash in a junkyard. Memorized Spells Level 1: Ray of Enfeeblement, snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), snowball (intensified), web bolt, windy escape Level 2: Glitterdust, Raven's Flight, Scorching Ray, Scorching Ray Level 3: Haste, Haste Spell Tattoos: Vanish, Obscuring Mist, Jury-Rig Raven's Flight, Visualization of the Body, Web Dispel Magic, Gaseous Form, Air Breathing Actions Swift: N/A Standard: Ranged spell strike Snowball on spiderbot Move: see movement Arcane pool active 8/10