2. Beregost

It does seem as though a few patrons have left. Those who remain are gathered around the windows, looking out into the torches of passing townsfolk.

Leaving Feldepost's Inn, the party heads back to the razed smithy and reports their findings to Officer Vai. She thanks them and asks again that they locate Tazok's camp of mercenaries/bandits. "And remember, that's 50 gold per bandit scalp you bring us. Or other proof you can show, if scalping isn't to your liking."

Taerom Fuiruim, along with the revived apprentice and his happy fiancé, are thrilled to receive some financial assistance from the party. "With your example, the rest of the town might just pitch in and help as well! They need us back to work as much as we need it."

With all that taken care of, the party heads for the Jovial Juggler for a well-earned rest.Despite the few hours' sleep after a late night, the party rises reinvigorated. They have a clear task: find Tazok's mercenary/bandit camp. As the conspiracy around the Iron Crisis comes to light, little by little, the group is sure they're on the right track.

Round 1 Player Phase!

I groan. This foul presence has been with the party long enough that I should have noticed.
My groan turns to a roar as I move towards the creature to attack.

HP : 44/44
AC:20

19 Damage to Armanite

Round 1 Summary

The demonic creature meets Dieter's charge and tries to claw at him, but the young fighter ducks under the swipe and drives his sword in deep to the thing's side. Full of rage, it hardly seems to notice. Runeson steps up alongside Dieter and delivers a divinely-powered smack to the demon's elbow. It rears up on its hind legs and brings its front hooves smashing down at Runeson - but Dieter slams into it with his shield, putting the creature off-balance. The hooves come down to Runeson's side, smashing the temple's tiled floor.

Dieter scores another hit, but is unprepared for the thing's agility. The serrated tail sweeps around and slices up Dieter's shoulder blade, a sneaky strike (Dieter takes 18 slashing damage).

Meanwhile, the party's spells all seem to roll off the monster. It appears to have some form of magic resistance!

Four arrows fly from one corner of the hall as the watery women begin singing a song of angry rebuke, each with a shortbow of silvery sheen in hand. The demon's horned head lifts to regard these dangerous water spirits. Still fending off the party, it leans down to touch the fountain of water behind it with a clawed hand that glows with racing red electricity. In the blink of an eye, the nefarious lightning travels into the water and through it to where the four sirenes stand with their feet in the water. All four of them scream in a disharmony of pain, though two of them shake off the magic and nock another arrow.