Adventure 5: For the Hoard!

[Ebiris]

[15:09] <Ebiris> Flying high above the lava, Keylin and Amonet can see the precarious path winding along before it curves into a cavern that descends down and mercifully away from the perilous drop into the magma - looks to be about eighty feet along the path above the lava before it reaches that. However, as they fly along, the pair are startled by a series of tiny rocks suddenly falling down around them! (more)
[15:10] <Ebiris> Dozens upon dozens, if not hundreds of the rocks plummet, before seeming to catch fire and extend wings of flame from their sides! Flapping madly, the swarm of burning rocks suddenly assail the pair from all sides, revealing crude facial features and mouths full of jagged ebony teeth as they bite and burn the pair!
[15:10] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+1d6 Amonet
[15:10] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+1d6 Amonet and gets 8." [1d6=2][1d6=6]
[15:11] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+1d6 Keylin
[15:11] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+1d6 Keylin and gets 6." [1d6=1][1d6=5]
[15:12] <Ebiris> Swarming around the duo, both Amonet and Keylin are bitten fiercely, although only one of them suffers from the burning inflicted by the creatures!
[15:13] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[15:13] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4 init
[15:13] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 init and gets 13." [1d20=9]
[15:13] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[15:13] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 2." [1d20=2]
[15:13] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[15:13] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[15:14] <Keylin> roll 1d20+1 Gourash
[15:14] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+1 Gourash and gets 10." [1d20=9]
[15:14] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[15:14] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 5." [1d20=2]
[15:23] * Alveria holds her position!
[15:23] <Ebiris> OOC: Keylin's go. Make a fort save and a reflex save, first.
[15:24] <Keylin> roll 1d20+7 fort save
[15:24] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+7 fort save and gets 23." [1d20=16]
[15:24] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10 reflex save
[15:24] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 reflex save and gets 24." [1d20=14]
[15:24] <Ebiris> OOC: You passed both, act normally
[15:26] * Keylin pulls out her bow and attempts to shoot down one by one the little pests, not being able to do much more.
[15:26] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 26." [1d20=17]
[15:27] <Ebiris> OOC: Um... balance or ride check, I guess.
[15:27] <Ebiris> OOC: whichever is better
[15:27] <Keylin> roll 1d20+7 balance
[15:27] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+7 balance and gets 24." [1d20=17]
[15:28] <Ebiris> OOC: damage
[15:28] <Keylin> roll 1d6+2
[15:28] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d6+2 and gets 4." [1d6=2]
[15:28] <Ebiris> Keeping her legs tightly wrapped around the narrow broom, Keylin is able to fire off an arrow which pierces into one of the tiny bats, causing it to squeal in pain and plummet downwards, but there's still far too many to count remaining!
[15:29] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash
[15:32] <Keylin> Gourash holds his axe menacingly, his orc-ish eyes focused on the fire bats, waiting for a chance to cut them down or something.
[15:32] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+1d6 Amonet
[15:32] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+1d6 Amonet and gets 3." [1d6=2][1d6=1]
[15:32] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+1d6 Keylin
[15:32] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+1d6 Keylin and gets 7." [1d6=3][1d6=4]
[15:33] <Ebiris> The firebats continue to swarm all around Amonet and Keylin, biting and buffeting the pair with their incendiary wings! While Amonet's shield glows dimly red to ward off the heat, Keylin has no such protection and suffers a few nasty burns!
[15:33] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[15:34] <Keylin> "Gah..." Keylin mutters as she's burned by the pests. "Can't we go any faster and move away from these things?"
[15:34] <Amonet> There is only one of her and all too many of them, and though it galls her to leave the field of battle thus, discretion is required. With a warning to Keylin, Amonet steers the broom down towards the cave entrance!
[15:35] <Ebiris> Amonet is able to veer away from the bats and back towards the ledge and the welcoming darkness of the narrow cave ahead... it doesn't look navigable for the broom, however.
[15:36] * Alveria takes this opportunity to clap her hands!
[15:36] <Alveria> With a loud BAMF, a huge bank of fog appears smack on top of the fiery swarm, clouding their vision, coordination, and impeding their progress!
[15:36] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 tsk
[15:36] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 tsk and gets 5." [1d6=1]
[15:36] <Alveria> OOC: Lasts an epic 5 rounds, let's hurry >.>
[15:37] <Ebiris> The bats screech in consternation as they find themselves trapped within the fog, unable to escape its fluffy grasp!
[15:37] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[15:37] <Alveria> "Hurry up, let's go!" she whispers to Gourash, starting to sidle across the precarious ledge that'll have to do for getting across!
[15:37] <Ebiris> OOC: How are you moving, Alvie?
[15:38] <Alveria> OOC: In whatever way is not likely to send me to an ignoble and stupid death?
[15:38] <Ebiris> OOC: half speed is fine, any faster requires balance checks
[15:38] <Alveria> OOC: Isn't it, like, a 5-foot wide ledge? >.>
[15:38] <Alveria> OOC: Blah, how long will it take?
[15:38] <Alveria> OOC: I'll do it anyway, but still...
[15:38] <Keylin> Seeing that her last arrow didn't really do that much, the scout simply holds on tightly to Amonet and hopes for the best for now.
[15:39] <Ebiris> OOC: It's a bit narrower and there's no real solid footing on it. You have to be careful lest you slip.
[15:39] <Alveria> OOC: Right, right...
[15:39] <Alveria> OOC: How long is it?
[15:39] <Ebiris> OOC: Anyway, 80 feet. So moving half speed means just over 5 rounds.
[15:39] <Alveria> OOC: Less than that, 'cos I can double-move
[15:40] <Alveria> OOC: So it's more like.. 15ft this round, leaving 65 feet to go- that's three more rounds and I'm well and truly clear.
[15:41] <Ebiris> OOC: That works.
[15:41] <Ebiris> Pressing herself against the rocky wall, Alveria carefully inches her way along the narrow path above the lava!
[15:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[15:42] <Keylin> Gourash follows after Alveria, moving at the same pace and staying right besides her.
[15:42] <Ebiris> The bats presumably do something, but no one can see what.
[15:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[15:43] * Amonet directs the broom to stop next to the cavern's opening, allowing for Keylin to disembark, before taking it on a least-time course back to the others.
[15:48] * Keylin waits on the ground, watching for trouble or bats while Amonet goes play fetch.
[15:48] <Ebiris> Amonet is able to get about halfway back to Gourash and Alveria before it is their turn again!
[15:49] <Ebiris> Keylin finds herself at the entrance of a rather narrow cave angling sharply downwards and away from the lava pit. It's too dark for her to see far down it herself, however.
[15:49] <Alveria> Alveria sidles towards the entrance of the cave!
[15:51] <Ebiris> In short order the group are assembled at the far end of the precipice, seeing a tall but narrow cave leading quite steeply downwards for perhaps thirty feet before it turns to the left. It looks just barely passable for the humanoid group.
[15:52] <Alveria> "I'll need to hollow this section out.. and the bats are a nice touch. Maybe I could keep them in some kind of closet, and unleash them upon unsuspecting intruders," reflects Alveria, cackling. "And I'll grease up that ledge! I'll just fly down the crater when I need to get in.. wait, what if THEY try that..."
[15:52] <Alveria> "This is going to be more work than I thought!"
[15:55] <Amonet> "Perhaps the bats can be better trained once this becomes your tower, Friend Alveria?" Amonet proposes.
[15:55] <Alveria> "No, I believe that savage firebats would make a better detterent," states Alveria, hustling the group further into the cave.
[15:56] <Amonet> "If you say so," Amonet says doubtfully, leading the way down.
[15:58] <Ebiris> The party carefully descends the claustrophobic caverns, sheer jagged walls of grey shale pressing against them on either side as they squeeze their way downwards and away from the firebats. Turning around the passage to the left, they soon find the passageway compresses even further! Amonet can see it widen after a few feet, but immediately before her is an extremely narrow gap that would require some contortions to negotiate through.
[16:04] * Alveria squeezes through FIRST.
[16:04] <Ebiris> OOC: escape artist check
[16:04] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 and gets 10." [1d20=9]
[16:05] <Ebiris> Alveria manages to get her head into the gap, and begins to wriggle her shoulders through... it's hard going, but she's almost... almost... Crap. She's stuck.
[16:06] * Alveria tries to get out, unwilling to be stuck here forever!
[16:06] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 and gets 18." [1d20=17]
[16:06] <Ebiris> With a bit of effort and some scraped skin, Alveria manages to retreat back the way she came, freed from the embrace of the earth!
[16:06] <Keylin> "How're you doing, Alveria?" Keylin asks as she looks to see how far Alveria has gotten through.
[16:07] <Alveria> "It's pretty tight," she replies, sourly.
[16:07] <Alveria> "We need to make it wider! You've got a hammer, right? Know anything about making mountains fall down?"
[16:07] <Alveria> "Well, bits of them?"
[16:08] <Keylin> "I could try, but...there's always the risk of rocks falling and making things worse," Keylin replies.
[16:09] <Alveria> "Oh. That's probably a big risk. How the crap are we going to squeeze the gold through here?" mumbles Alveria.
[16:10] <Keylin> "Don't you have a shrinking spell or some sort? I mean, that'd be useful magic," Keylin comments.
[16:10] <Alveria> "No! I set things on fire. FIRE."
[16:10] <Amonet> "Maybe Marjorie and I could try to widen it without the threat of destabilizing the mountain," Amonet muses, eyeing the opening.
[16:10] <Alveria> "I mean, yeah, it's not too useful in THIS circumstance," she mumbles. "But it's saved my life heaps of times!"
[16:11] <Ebiris> "I could make it look wide!" Marjorie pipes up brightly, before adding sullenly, "But, er... that's about it. It'd still be just as narrow."
[16:12] <Alveria> "I don't think we can hit the wall to death. No, we'll just have to squeeze through it," mutters Alveria, sullenly. "Oh, fine, I'll still go first- help me through, right? I'm not sure, uh, how, but, uh, teamwork! Teamwork always wins!"
[16:12] <Alveria> "Maybe there's a gap-widening lever on the other side."
[16:14] * Alveria starts trying to get through! This is a story that will surely remain with her, never to be shared with any other elves, ever.
[16:16] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1
[16:16] * Amonet helpfully pushes!
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 and gets 8." [1d20=7]
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: We got all the way to 10, this time!
[16:16] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 and gets 5." [1d20=1]
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: Oh. No we didn't.
[16:17] <Ebiris> This time Alveria catches her foot on a jutting rock from the ground, falling against the gap and not really getting anywhere.
[16:17] <Alveria> "I'm stuck! Again!" snaps Alveria, not bothering trying to go back and freaking sliding through the wall, the torn robes bedamned!
[16:17] <Keylin> Gourash snorts quietly as he sees the progress being made.
[16:17] * Amonet tries pushing the elf once more!
[16:17] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 and gets 23." [1d20=19]
[16:17] <Ebiris> OOC: escape artist, Alvie
[16:17] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[16:19] <Ebiris> With a mighty shove, Amonet sends Alveria hurtling through the gap! Somehow the crazed elf is just able to tuck her arms in before her shoulder would have been dislocated by the violent action as she tumbles headfirst out the other side!
[16:19] <Alveria> "Ow!"
[16:19] <Amonet> "Sorry!"
[16:20] * Alveria picks herself up and looks around, distraught. "My hand! You shortened my lifeline! Only 572 years left..."
[16:20] * Amonet has no response to that.
[16:21] <Ebiris> Alveria finds herself in a narrow passage much like the one she just left, although it curves up to the right a bit further on from her.
[16:23] <Alveria> "It's way too dark for me to look ahead, and there are probably large and burly men who will do unspeakable things to me if I go that way alone," states Alveria. "So let's hurry up and get us all through."
[16:24] * Amonet nods, and tries to join Alveria to defend her honor.
[16:24] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:24] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 8." [1d20=8]
[16:25] <Keylin> "I'll help push you," Keylin offers as she follows behind Amonet.
[16:26] * Amonet studies the terrain for a bit before trying again~
[16:29] <Ebiris> After an epic session of humping the walls and accumulating a fair number of bruises in the process, the party is finally on the other side, Amonet taking the time to get redressed in her gleaming full plate afterwards!
[16:29] * Alveria immediately rearranges the party and begins proceeding down the tunnel!
[16:31] <Ebiris> The tunnel winds its way upwards, though the ceiling angles up far more sharply than the floor - looking up after turning the corner and progressing on for a few minutes, you can't even see the ceiling anymore...
[16:32] <Alveria> "Getting pretty tall," muses Alveria, straining her eyes as she peers up. "It should probably angle out soon."
[16:36] <Ebiris> With the benefit of her low light vision, Alveria can just barely see the ceiling... it's hard to tell from down here, but it almost looks like the passage levels off into a wider chamber just below the roof. Continuing on a bit, the passage the party is currently in reaches a fork, two caverns both descending deeper and away from each other, both mercifully wider than what you've been making your way through.
[16:38] * Alveria turns left!
[16:39] <Ebiris> Following this tunnel, the stone turns a bit darker and the temperature begins to increase again - it was comparatively cool back in the narrow passageway. Those same cracks that Keylin saw previously also make their return - indeed, just ahead about sixty feet away the group can see some lingering steam beginning to dissipate, the stench of sulphur heavy in the air.
[16:43] <Alveria> "Are we starting to head back outside the mountain?" muses Alveria.
[16:43] <Amonet> "We could try going right at the fork," Amonet suggests.
[16:45] <Alveria> "Yeah.. hmm, we may as well check this way- if there's a path outside or it leads somewhere else, I'd like to know for sure," she states.
[16:46] <Alveria> The party continues down this way!
[16:46] <Ebiris> Onward go the intrepid heroes!
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: listen checks
[16:47] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 14." [1d20=9]
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[16:47] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12 keylin
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 keylin and gets 27." [1d20=15]
[16:47] <Keylin> roll 1d20+11 gourash
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+11 gourash and gets 19." [1d20=8]
[16:48] <Keylin> "Move!" Gourash shouts once more. Keylin agrees hearing the same. "It's another build-up of pressure about to release!"
[16:49] * Amonet moves!
[16:49] * Alveria moves!
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC; reflex saves, +5 bonus
[16:49] <Keylin> roll 1d20+15 Keylin
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+15 Keylin and gets 16." [1d20=1]
[16:49] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 19." [1d20=9]
[16:49] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 and gets 23." [1d20=10]
[16:49] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8 Gourash
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+8 Gourash and gets 23." [1d20=15]
[16:49] <Ebiris> roll 4d6
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6 and gets 24." [4d6=6, 6, 6, 6]
[16:51] <Ebiris> The party rushes forward to escape, but Keylin stumbles, falling too far behind and being caught right in the midst of an eruption of scalding hot steam! With a strangled scream, the brave Cormyrian Scout falls under the high pressure blast of vapour!
[16:51] <Amonet> With a matching scream, Amonet rushes over to the Scout, channeling divine energy through her outstretched arms!
[16:52] <Amonet> roll 1d8+2
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+2 and gets 7." [1d8=5]
[16:52] * Alveria screams as well! Everyone is doing it!
[16:52] <Keylin> Gourash doesn't know why, but screams as well!
[16:52] <Ebiris> "Eeeek!" fifths Amonet's intelligent weapon.
[16:53] <Keylin> "AAAAAAAH!!! WHY ARE WE SCREAMING!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Gourash screams out.
[16:55] * Alveria evacuates the steam-vents, continuing on to what lies beyond!
[16:55] * Keylin coughs, a dry hoarse whisper from the screaming. "Well...that sucked."
[16:55] <Ebiris> Alveria swiftly leaves the party behind in the twisty tunnels of the vents, finding that it's awfully dark once she leaves the light source behind.
[16:56] * Alveria stops going when it's epicly dark, then!
[16:56] <Ebiris> It's pretty much pitch black where Alveria is!
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: listen check, Alvie
[16:56] * Alveria casts light!
[16:57] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[16:57] -> *Alveria* You can hear a sharp whine beginning to emanate from the rock below your feet.
[16:57] * Keylin wraps an arm around Amonet for support, and gets ready to move once Amonet does. Gourash watches briefly, before following after the hurried elf.
[16:57] * Alveria dutifully sidesteps the whine she hears. It never ends!
[16:57] <Alveria> "Duck! And, er, cover!"
[16:57] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex, +5, psycho-elf
[16:58] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 18." [1d20=8]
[16:58] <Amonet> A wand is produced, healing Keylin some more!
[16:58] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 2." [1d8=1]
[16:58] <Ebiris> Alveria nimbly moves out of the way of the next sulphurous blast, rejoining her friends as they catch up!
[16:58] <Alveria> "Run! That-a-way!"
[16:58] * Alveria runs!
[16:59] * Amonet also runs at the elf's words!
[17:00] * Keylin moves along with Amonet while Gourash runs in pace between Alveria and the others.
[17:01] <Ebiris> Onward the brave heroes run, through the depths of the volcano and its perilous vents of steam! At least for a little while, for they soon come upon a quandary. The floor abruptly vanishing tends to do that - looking down, Alveria can see an empty drop down to what looks like a steaming underwater lake perhaps fifty feet below. The tunnel itself does seem to continue, however, just past this twenty foot gap over the subterranean lake.
[17:02] * Alveria stops, and hope nobody else shoves her over. "Er, let's take a moment to heal Keylin, and think about this," she mumbles.
[17:02] <Keylin> "I'd appreciate that," Keylin agrees with a weak voice.
[17:02] <Amonet> "Yes, and in the meanwhile, you could take Gourash across," Amonet agrees, offering the broom to Alveria.
[17:02] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 4." [1d8=3]
[17:02] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 5." [1d8=4]
[17:02] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 8." [1d8=7]
[17:03] <Alveria> "
[17:03] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[17:03] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 5." [1d8=4]
[17:03] <Alveria> "WHAT? I mean.. you mean the lake.. oh, yeah, right, er. Yes. Come, Gourash! We fly!"
[17:05] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 7." [1d8=6]
[17:05] <Keylin> Gourash nods and holds onto Alveria, squeezing her tightly lest he falls off!
[17:05] <Ebiris> Keylin feels good as new!
[17:05] <Alveria> "Let go of me! Hold onto the broom! The broom!"
[17:06] * Alveria spin-dives towards the other end of the lake, intent on crash-landing her way to freedom!
[17:06] <Keylin> Gourash grunts but does as he's told. "I better not fall!"
[17:07] <Alveria> "This whole spelunking thing is actually pretty fun!"
[17:07] <Ebiris> That's about all she can manage with the thing's lack of maneuvrability, the elf and half-orc just barely flying into the continuing tunnel without cracking their heads on the ceiling as they bypass the lake below.
[17:09] * Alveria sends the broom back to Amonet and Keylin!
[17:09] * Amonet calls for it, and then takes the two of them across as well!
[17:10] <Ebiris> Keylin and Amonet likewise reach the other side with just a tiny amount of headroom to spare! The tunnel looms onwards, seeming to be going in a straight line now, further than even Alveria can see.
[17:11] * Amonet bravely ventures forth!
[17:11] * Keylin cautiously ventures forth!
[17:12] * Alveria goes ho- loyally ventures forth!
[17:12] <Ebiris> Onwards they venture through the vent tunnels, as brave or as cautious as is their wont! After a minute or two of walking, the group can perhaps see an end of the tunnel as the rock starts to turn a more shale colour as it angles sharply upwards.
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: listen checks
[17:12] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[17:12] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 9." [1d20=6]
[17:13] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12 K
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 K and gets 16." [1d20=4]
[17:13] <Keylin> roll 1d20+11 G
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+11 G and gets 25." [1d20=14]
[17:13] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[17:14] <Keylin> "You know what to do," is all Gourash says as he starts running. Keylin quickly does the same.
[17:14] * Alveria also-runs!
[17:14] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex saves, +5
[17:14] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 19." [1d20=9]
[17:14] <Keylin> roll 1d20+15 k
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+15 k and gets 28." [1d20=13]
[17:14] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 and gets 31." [1d20=18]
[17:14] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8 G
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+8 G and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[17:14] <Ebiris> roll 4d6
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6 and gets 11." [4d6=3, 2, 5, 1]
[17:15] <Ebiris> This time Gourash is too slow, his bulk caught amidst the blast of searing hot steam! Luckily his thick hide is able to shrug off the wounds without too much difficulty, but that still had to smart!
[17:17] <Keylin> "Ouch," Gourash comments once the blast of steam is done.
[17:17] * Alveria plunges ahead!
[17:18] <Ebiris> With that, the part reaches the end of this particular steam vent, finding it now has nowhere to go but up - straight up, actually. There's a natural chimmney of rugged slate directly overhead, seeming to go up perhaps sixty to seventy feet into another chamber.

[Ebiris]

[16:24] <Ebiris> Reaching the end of the perilous steam vents, the party can see a narrow passage leading vertically up into another chamber perhaps sixty or seventy feet overhead. It's narrow enough that bracing against both sides would be easy, and the rock itself is rugged enough to provide a plethora of handholds for anyone that tries to scale the it.
[16:25] <Alveria> "Ah, man, I'm not cut out for this physical stuff," whines Alveria, staring up at the roof.
[16:28] * Gourash looks over it. "It doesn't seem too bad. Shall we?" Gourash moved near it, looking carefully up it for any signs of steam vents in it too.
[16:29] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[16:29] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 and gets 22." [1d20=11]
[16:30] -> *Gourash* You think the rock here is solid enough and lacking in any of the tell-tale cracking that filled the vents just behind you. It should be fine.
[16:32] * Gourash nods, seeming satisified with it. "Coming?" Gourash started climbing.
[16:32] <Ebiris> OOC: climb check~
[16:33] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 24." [1d20=12]
[16:33] <Alveria> "I told you, I'm not good at these things!" snaps Alveria, peevishly. "If you drop some rope, and, uh, pull me up, or something..."
[16:34] <Ebiris> Gourash finds it to be simplicity itself to scale up the narrow chimmney-like passage, finding the rock to be obliging in the number of handholds it provides while he's able to brace his feet against either side while rapidly ascending...
[16:34] * Gourash grunts, scaling it and then lowering a rope down to help the weaker climbers do it easier.
[16:36] <Ebiris> Reaching the top, Gourash hoists himself up onto welcoming solid ground. From the ceiling arcing overhead, he seems to be in a rather large chamber, now, although he can't see far into it thanks to a large boulder parked right next to the hole he emerged from. A rock wall is opposite the boulder, hemming him into a narrow area with two opposite paths around the rock and into the presumably larger area behind it.
[16:37] <Ebiris> OOC: listen check, Gourash
[16:37] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 and gets 15." [1d20=4]
[16:38] -> *Gourash* You can hear movement behind the large boulder. A soft slithering/chittering noise...
[16:39] * Gourash focuses, for the moment, on getting the others up, keeping his ears open for any changes in the sound and gesturing silence when they get up.
[16:39] <Ebiris> OOC: in what order are the others climbing up?
[16:40] * Alveria will go up second!
[16:40] * Alveria guess Keylin next.
[16:40] <Keylin> ooc: I'll go up next, yes.
[16:41] <Ebiris> In short order, Alveria clambers her way up, with Keylin and Amonet following...
[16:41] -> *Gourash* Just as you're helping Alveria to her feet, you can hear the slithering/chittering noise increase in tempo, sounding like it's getting closer.
[16:43] * Gourash gestures ahead to keylin. "Monster..or something up there."
[16:44] <Alveria> "Huh. Better get Keylin to look ahead," whispers Alveria, frowning, and eyeing the boulder.
[16:45] * Gourash turns, drawing his axe and getting against the boulder so he could strike at anything coming down the paths.
[16:45] <Ebiris> As Alveria finds her feet in this cramped space with Gouras, Keylin about halfway up while Amonet is just starting her climb, several monstrous centipedes slither out from around the boulder, while one far larger insect looms over it, the party surrounded by vermin!
[16:45] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[16:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 I HAVE  INIT!
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 I HAVE INIT! and gets 2." [1d20=1]
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 4 medium centipedes
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 4 medium centipedes and gets 8." [1d20=6]
[16:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 large centipede
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 large centipede and gets 21." [1d20=19]
[16:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 tsk
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 tsk and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[16:47] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 10." [1d20=6]
[16:49] <Ebiris> Slithering over the large boulder, the largest centipede rears up against Gourash, it's tan coloured mandibles just barely visible in the fitful glow of Amonet's lance which reaches up through the hole. With a snicker snack, it tries to bite into the barbarian!
[16:49] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 7." [1d20=4]
[16:49] <Ebiris> But it fails to penetrate his tough hide armour!
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:51] <Alveria> Alveria looks distraught. "Argh! Bugs! Hate 'em!" Looking terribly upset, flinging a volley of missiles at the smaller ones on reflex...
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 *snort*
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 *snort* and gets 9." [1d6=5]
[16:52] <Alveria> I guess I'll throw two missiles at medium #1, two at medium #2, and 1 at mediume #3.
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 2d4+2 #1
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2d4+2 #1 and gets 7." [2d4=1, 4]
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 2d4+2 #2
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2d4+2 #2 and gets 10." [2d4=4, 4]
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 1d4+1 #3
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d4+1 #3 and gets 4." [1d4=3]
[16:54] <Ebiris> In a brief yet fantastic lightshow, Alveria fires off a hail of magical missiles which slam into the centipedes! The first one is blown aparts as its middle is crunched into nothingness, while the second is cored right down its length by a pair of magic missiles through the head! The last one seems the least physically damaged, yet it still falls lifelessly to the floor after being hit!
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin, describe your epic climbing or do something else if you have other ideas
[16:57] * Keylin climbs up to where the others are.
[16:57] <Ebiris> As Keylin pulls herself to her feet, the last of the centipedes skitters mindlessly towards Alveria, intent on biting down on her soft elf-flesh!
[16:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 and gets 20." [1d20=18]
[16:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d6-1
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6-1 and gets 2." [1d6=3]
[16:58] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Alvie
[16:58] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3  and gets 21." [1d20=18]
[16:59] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, too
[17:01] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, really?
[17:02] <Alveria> OOC: Is that from the centipede? o-o
[17:02] <Ebiris> OOC: Who knows? Roll.
[17:02] <Alveria> OOC: Well, I know, because if someone is targeting me with someone I can random deflector it, lol.
[17:02] <Ebiris> OOC: sec while I look that up, then...
[17:03] <Alveria> OOC: It'll depend, yeah.
[17:04] <Alveria> OOC: Eh, I'll risk it~
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: it doesn't say you need to be aware of it. Um, you can random deflector it if you want.
[17:04] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 epic stuff
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 epic stuff and gets 19." [1d20=14]
[17:05] <Ebiris> Ouch, that smarts! Nipping in through her robes, Alveria feels the invertebrate's mandibles puncture skin, leaving a nasty little hole in her calf!
[17:05] -> *Alveria* Even as the pain of that attack settles in, you feel a mental ping, alerting you that you're being scried upon! (OOC: Caster level check)
[17:06] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7
[17:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 and gets 14." [1d20=7]
[17:06] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+seekrit
[17:06] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+seekrit and gets Error: Numeric values only." [1d20=15]
[17:06] <Alveria> "Ow! The centipede is trying to scry on me!" yells Alveria, angrily. "Wait. That's not right..."
[17:06] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash
[17:08] * Gourash brings his axe down on the large centipede, sparing it a comment on stupid bugs that it is too stupid to appreciate.
[17:08] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 and gets 33." [1d20=20]
[17:08] <Ebiris> OOC: threat, lol
[17:08] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 and gets 28." [1d20=15]
[17:08] <Gourash> OOC: lol.
[17:09] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 and gets 25." [1d20=12]
[17:09] <Ebiris> OOC: crit and hit
[17:09] <Gourash> roll (1d12+8)*3
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls (1d12+8)*3 and gets 39." [1d12=5]
[17:09] <Gourash> roll (1d12+8)
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls (1d12+8) and gets 12." [1d12=4]
[17:10] <Ebiris> With a sickening crunch, Gourash's axe carves right through the centipede, bisecting it down about half it's length as it collapses half draped over the boulder and half at Gourash's feet!
[17:10] <Ebiris> OOC: Alveria
[17:11] <Alveria> "Goddamned bugs! Kill it! Kill it!" yelps Alveria, demonstrating an uncharacteristic lack of foolhardy courage as she runs to the other side of the boulder.
[17:11] * Gourash blinks at the suddenly energetic mage.
[17:12] <Ebiris> Alveria races around the boulder, finding that it's pitch black on the other side with none of the light from Amonet's lance reaching this far.
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:14] <Keylin> "Hey, stop running to where the bugs came from and where there might be more if you don't like 'em!" Keylin shouts at Alveria as she follows.
[17:15] <Ebiris> Actually, Alveria's rock provides enough light! She finds herself in a rather large domed chamber, with three possible exits. One of them straight ahead and about ten feet wide/tall, while two others are perpendicular to that one, one of which angles down and would require crawling to navigate, while the other is halfway up the wall and looks just barely walkable, assuming you can climb up to it.
[17:15] <Ebiris> With Alveria and Keylin ran off, the last centipede goes after Gourash!
[17:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 and gets 12." [1d20=10]
[17:16] <Ebiris> But only manages to scuff his boots a bit with its poorly judged bite!
[17:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:17] * Gourash glancing back at the cliff, "Hurry up, the mage went nuts again..." He grabbed the rope to pull Amonet up quicker rather than leave her back.
[17:18] <Ebiris> OOC: strength check, G
[17:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[17:19] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[17:19] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to speed Amonet's progress up a bit, she should be up momentarily. But as he turns his back on the centipede, it takes the chance to strike!
[17:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2
[17:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 and gets 18." [1d20=16]
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d6-1
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6-1 and gets 5." [1d6=6]
[17:21] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, G
[17:22] <Gourash> roll 1d20+6
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+6 and gets 15." [1d20=9]
[17:22] <Ebiris> A painful lesson learned about turning your back on the enemy, as the creature's mandibles this time snake underneath Gourash's armour to score a nasty puncture in his lower back, even as Amonet pulls herself to her feet at the edge of the hole!
[17:23] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet, you can attack it
[17:23] * Amonet attacks it!
[17:23] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 24." [1d20=13]
[17:24] <Ebiris> OOC: hit~
[17:24] <Amonet> roll 1d8+8
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+8 and gets 11." [1d8=3]
[17:24] <Ebiris> No sooner is she on her feet, than Amonet skewers the centipede clear through the head, impaling it on the ground as it twitches for a second before it never moves again.
[17:25] * Amonet proceeds towards Alveria's light!
[17:26] <Ebiris> The party is rejoined! In addition to the dead centipedes, there also appears to be numerous bones scattered about the area in several piles, presumably picked clean by those same vermin.
[17:27] * Gourash takes up the rear, rubbing his back from the nasty bugbite.
[17:27] <Alveria> "Wow. This place is a pretty popular place to come," muses Alveria, eyeing the bones. "Oh. Yeah, someone scryed on me, so at ANY TIME we may be suddenly attacked."
[17:28] <Amonet> "If you are expecting an attack, friend, is it really a sudden one?"
[17:28] <Ebiris> The bones are all rather disjointed, so its hard to pick out a proper skeleton to identify species by, but from the size they seem a fair bit smaller than humans, and the few skulls in evidence have pronounced forward jutting jaws filled with tiny sharp teeth.
[17:29] <Alveria> "Well... it's not a sudden, unexpected attack, but merely a sudden one," decides Alveria.
[17:30] * Gourash eyes Alvieria. "So more of your enemies? Could they bother to bring more sellable stuff this time, you think?" Gourash mercantilely remarked as they move forward.
[17:31] * Amonet winces.
[17:31] <Alveria> "I'll ask them and let you know," mutters Alveria.
[17:33] * Gourash nods, and looks over the route.
[17:34] <Ebiris> Marching onward, the party finds that their current path is pleasantly level and provides plenty of room to stretch their limbs, a refreshing change after most of this volcano interior. The path goes straight for a few hundred feet before it starts to curve down and to the left, before it opens out onto a wide craggy precipice. (more)
[17:36] <Ebiris> From here the party can see straight up, with some pale sunlight leaking down from a hole several hundred feet above. Below looms a drop of several hundred feet more into another lake of glowing hot magma. Several other ledges and dubious cracks or openings are seen from this vantage alone, extending perhaps towards other chambers within the mountain?
[17:37] * Alveria walks to the edge of the precipice, and looks for the BIGGEST hole.
[17:38] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[17:39] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3 to spot the most clearly obvious thing
[17:39] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 to spot the most clearly obvious thing and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[17:40] <Ebiris> Down about eighty feet below and to the left, Alveria can see what seems to amount to a huge gash in the rock. It's hard to see how far it actually extends, but it looks to be at least forty feet tall and thirty wide, a steeply downwards hole filled with jagged stalactites and stalagmites.
[17:42] <Alveria> "We should go that way," states Alveria, pointing to the largest hole. "Though, actually, maybe dragons would be worried about those stalcti- who'm I kidding, they have armour skin, like they'd even care."
[17:44] <Amonet> "It is a solid idea," Amonet agrees.
[17:46] <Ebiris> The nearest ledge to the hole is about thirty feet below it, a natural walkway against the rockface that seems to curve around the edge as it descends towards your direction and out of sight as it passes directly below. The only one opposite enough to get a clear view down is perhaps a hundred feet higher, too far for darkvision or magical light sources to help see down it much.
[17:47] <Alveria> "We'll all fly down there, so we're close by, and then Keylin or Amonet or someone could go forth and see if there's anywhere we could all move to next," explains the witch.
[17:50] * Gourash considers, but doesn't see anything wrong. "Okay, let's go."
[17:50] <Amonet> "Okay!"
[17:50] <Keylin> "Soungs fine to me," Keylin agrees.
[17:51] <Keylin> ooc: sounds*
[17:52] <Ebiris> In short order the party are able to reach the ledge without incident! From here they can see that the walkway spirals down towards a narrow opening into the rock directly below where they just were. The large and craggy opening is directly above, descending down towards mystery and adventure within the volcano!
[17:53] * Amonet offers to take Keylin over to take a look inside.
[17:54] * Keylin agrees to Amonet's offer.
[17:55] <Ebiris> Keylin and Amonet fly up and angle themselves to carefully descend down the dark crevasse in the rock. It extends further than the limits of Amonet's darkvision or the light cast by Marjorie as they begin to fly downwards...
[17:55] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[17:55] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[17:55] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[17:58] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[17:58] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 23." [1d20=11]
[18:00] -> *Keylin* As you start to descend, you can see a vaguely humanoid creature clinging onto one of the stalactites above and dead ahead. It's hard to make out, since its skin blends in very well against the rock, but you can just make out the hands and legs wrapped around the rock, its main body unseen on the other side.
[18:02] <Keylin> "I see something," the scout whispers to Amonet, pointing as best she can to the seemingly humanoid creature she spotted. "I can't tell what it is though."
[18:03] <Amonet> "Do you want to come closer or return for now?"
[18:11] <Keylin> "Let's go closer if needed," Keylin states. "Try to swing around a bit if you can, so we can get a better look at what's hiding there," she adds, to which Amonet nods and tries to manuever as best she can to get a more side view of what's there, moving closer if a good view can't be gotten.
[18:13] <Ebiris> Flying low and around that particular stalactite with room to spare, Keylin can properly see the creature, now. It's about the size of a halfling, with a bulbous head and beady black eyes above a mouth full of tiny razor sharp teeth.
[18:13] <Ebiris> Its limbs are grotesquely elongated, and seem to curve around the stalactite in a manner impossible for jointed creatures. It hisses at the pair before climbing further up, nestling itself amidst a thick collection of stalactites where it'd be hard to reach.
[18:14] <Keylin> "Let's get back to our crazy mage. She seems to be good at recognizing these weird creatures," Keylin tells Amonet.
[18:14] <Ebiris> OOC: knowledge dungeoneering to identify
[18:15] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[18:15] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 and gets 12." [1d20=7]
[18:15] * Amonet is all too happy to get them back!
[18:16] <Ebiris> Keylin doesn't know what it is.
[18:17] <Alveria> "Nope, no idea. Sounds like some kind of volcanic monkey," replies Alveria, yawning.
[18:17] <Gourash> "Volcanos don't have monkeys, do they?" Gourash wondered.
[18:19] <Alveria> "Well, we can't all go down there at once," notes Alveria. "And with all the stalagmites in the way, it'd be a tricky prospect to walk through that segment. Can't you find, like, a landing patch, or something?"
[18:21] <Amonet> "You are most welcome to come along and look for one, Friend Alveria!" Amonet offers.
[18:21] * Alveria takes the broom and does that.
[18:22] <Gourash> "Or just whack the thing out and we can take our time," Gourash suggested.
[18:23] <Ebiris> Taking to the air, Alveria begins to navigate the broom down the descending passage! Thankfully its wide enough for the broom to maneuvre with little trouble as she goes...
[18:23] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[18:24] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[18:24] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[18:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[18:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 9." [1d20=3]
[18:25] <Ebiris> Alveria begins to jauntily fly downwards, when suddenly a hand with four freakishly elongated fingers and covered in tiny little barbs arcs out at her, the little monkey thing Keylin described hanging off a stalactite to try and swat at the brave lone elf! Fortunately it missed.
[18:25] <Ebiris> OOC: init, laf
[18:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[18:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 15." [1d20=9]
[18:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[18:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 18." [1d20=13]
[18:26] * Alveria sure does.
[18:28] <Alveria> "You stupid, freakish thing!" growls Alveria, flying out of reach, and flinging a tooth at the monkey!
[18:28] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4
[18:28] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 and gets 6." [1d6=2]
[18:29] <Alveria> It multiplies into six pairs of jaws, which begin to mercilessly bite the creature!
[18:29] <Alveria> roll 6d6 reflex DC 18
[18:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 6d6 reflex DC 18 and gets 19." [6d6=4, 4, 4, 2, 3, 2]
[18:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[18:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[18:30] <Ebiris> The creature shrieks a high pitched cry of pain before it lets go of the stalactite and tumbles downwards, falling amidst the stalagmites and beginning to slowly slide down the passageway until it gets caught between two rocky outcroppings in a pose that'd probably be painful and embarrassing if it weren't already dead.
[18:31] <Alveria> "Oh, man, I'm overestimating everything these days," mutters Alveria. The teeth hover around for another ten or so seconds as she continues to fly into the depths...
[18:32] <Ebiris> Down and down Alveria goes! It doesn't take long at all for the passageway to open out onto a circular horizontal tunnel about fifteen to twenty feet in diamaeter, perpendicular to the upwards passage.
[18:33] * Alveria withdraws her wand and casts invisibility on herself before proceeding to scout out as far as this place goes!
[18:34] <Ebiris> OOC: the tunnel runs left to right. Which way you going?
[18:34] <Alveria> OOC: Left.
[18:35] <Ebiris> Alveria heads along the tunnel, finding the ground to be nicely flat and level beneath her feet as she walks along...
[18:35] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex save
[18:36] <Alveria> OOC: I'm not walking!
[18:36] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay, but the broom isn't invisible if you're riding it.
[18:36] <Alveria> OOC: The broom is a possession of mine, so it technically is.
[18:36] <Alveria> OOC: IT's not a seperate creature.
[18:38] <Alveria> OOC: Though, actually, that was dumb, because I'm carrying a light source anyway
[18:38] <Alveria> OOC: Forget I turned invis! I'm still flying
[18:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Eh, I'm inclined to disagree. If you're carrying the broom, sure. But it's carrying you. Okay, moot for now.
[18:39] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 reflex if I have to make it anyway
[18:39] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 reflex if I have to make it anyway and gets 22." [1d20=17]
[18:40] <Ebiris> Alveria flies along the wide and expansive tunnel for several hundred feet before it begins to narrow a bit, branching off into two seperate tunnels. One angles upwards quite steeply, and would have to be climbed up, the other curves off to the side, narrowing into a tight passage.
[18:41] * Alveria turns back to fly in the other direction!
[18:42] <Ebiris> Back Alveria flies, passing by the upwards passage and continuing on towards adventure and mystery!
[18:42] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[18:43] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[18:43] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 7." [1d20=4]
[18:43] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[18:43] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 16." [1d20=10]
[18:43] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[18:44] <Alveria> OOC: 15
[18:44] <Ebiris> OOC: grapple check
[18:44] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[18:44] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[18:44] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1
[18:44] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 and gets 17." [1d20=16]
[18:44] <Ebiris> roll 1d3+3
[18:44] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d3+3 and gets 4." [1d3=1]
[18:45] <Ebiris> As Alveria flies along, another of those horrid monkey things reaches out to swat her! This one begins to clasp its barb covered fingers around her neck, but she just manages to shove it away and duck in the nick of time, although it still managed to tear some flesh on the way!
[18:45] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[18:45] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9 nerveskitter'd
[18:45] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 nerveskitter'd and gets 22." [1d20=13]
[18:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[18:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 17." [1d20=11]
[18:46] <Ebiris> OOC: same topic as we already have
[18:46] * Alveria sure does.
[18:46] <Alveria> OOC: Sorry.
[18:46] * Alveria jets away from the monkey, little puffs of smoke coming from the underside of the broom! OOC: Doublemove for now
[18:46] <Alveria> OOC: Ideally I should still see it, though.
[18:46] <Ebiris> OOC: flying forward into mystery or back the way you came?
[18:47] <Alveria> OOC: Back the way I came
[18:47] <Ebiris> OOC: Hey, I forgot these guys have reach
[18:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[18:48] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 13." [1d20=7]
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: Hay if he had reach
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: Then he would've totally used it before
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: And that also changes my action
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: 'cos if I'm already within his natural reach I have to take steps to not get grappled
[18:48] <Ebiris> OOC: It missed anyway, but ok, go ahead and redo your action
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, no, if he missed I'll keep my old action >.>
[18:49] <Ebiris> Making a quick about turn, Alveria flees back the way she came, escaping a surprising swat from the monkey's deformed and oversized limbs as it tries in vain to grab her!
[18:49] <Alveria> Once cheerfully out of range, Alveria gestures back at the creature, sending another flurry of magical bolts at it!
[18:49] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4
[18:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 and gets 7." [1d6=3]
[18:49] <Alveria> roll 4d4+4
[18:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 4d4+4 and gets 12." [4d4=2, 4, 1, 1]
[18:50] <Ebiris> The bolts slam into the monkey, eliciting pained hisses as it clings onto the ceiling and retreats away from the wizard!
[18:51] * Alveria dutifully heads back to the party at large. "Well, I found a spot!" she proclaims.
[18:52] <Amonet> "Excellent! Let us continue our journey!" Amonet responds with matching enthusiasm.
[18:52] <Gourash> "Well, let's get going," Gourash took the random sounds of combat that had come from her flight in stride.
[18:52] * Alveria has a bleeding neck-wound to match the one on her ankles, now!
[18:52] * Amonet heals the bleeding neck-wound with her handy wand!
[18:53] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[18:53] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 3." [1d8=2]
[18:53] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1 again~
[18:53] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 again~ and gets 2." [1d8=1]
[18:56] * Gourash gets ferried over to the place Alvieria found with the rest of the party in slow broom flights.

[Ebiris]

[15:20] <Ebiris> Making a series of flights down the spike riddled passageway, the party is soon deposited in a long horizontal tunnel, most of the rock quite rough except from the floor, which is comparatively smooth and easy to walk along. It runs in both directions away from the passage upwards, farther than either light or darkvision extends...
[15:22] * Alveria boldly leads the party from the rear!
[15:23] <Alveria> OOC: Er.
[15:23] <Alveria> OOC: Sec.
[15:23] <Alveria> "I went to the left, and I think that way is harder than going to the right," she proclaims.
[15:24] <Amonet> "One path is as good as the other," Amonet agrees.
[15:30] <Ebiris> The party begins to stroll along the tunnel, seeing some blood splattered on the ground after a few hundred feet... OOC: Spot checks
[15:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[15:30] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 9." [1d20=4]
[15:31] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[15:31] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 32." [1d20=20]
[15:31] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[15:31] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[15:32] -> *Keylin* off to the side of the passageway, you can see a small crevice in the rock, within which is one of those monkey things, curled up in a little ball within the tiny space.
[15:33] <Keylin> "It's another of those money things..." Keylin whispers to the others.
[15:33] <Alveria> "We should kill them all, and then kill them again," vows Alveria, nursing a wound on her shoulder.
[15:34] <Amonet> "They are evil... in a way."
[15:35] -> *Keylin* The monkey thing seems to be doing its best to hide itself within the crevice, pressing itself tightly backwards as far as it can get from the group.
[15:35] <Keylin> "In a way?" Keylin asks curiously.
[15:36] <Amonet> "Well... they are not TOO evil?"
[15:36] <Alveria> "Only an evil creature would strike me," affirms Alveria.
[15:38] <Alveria> "Well, none of us can see it, and you have a bow!"
[15:39] <Amonet> "Yes, an excellent plan!" Amonet chimes in, lance at the ready.
[15:47] <Keylin> "Hrm..." Keylin thinks. "Well, I don't know how much damage I can do, but alright," she finally answers as she pulls out her bow and prepares to fire an arrow.
[15:47] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[15:47] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 26." [1d20=17]
[15:47] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[15:48] <Keylin> roll 1d6+2
[15:48] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d6+2 and gets 7." [1d6=5]
[15:48] <Ebiris> With a deft move, Keylin smoothly shoots an arrow through the tiny gap in the rock where it embeds itself solidly in the monster's head with a wet thunk. It doesn't appear to be moving, now.
[15:49] <Alveria> "Nice shot!"
[15:49] * Alveria resumes her trundling down the corridor.
[15:49] <Amonet> "Very inspiring," Amonet agrees, likewise proceeding.
[15:49] * Keylin blinks. "Okay, didn't think it'd die that easily but good enough for us I guess."
[15:50] <Alveria> "Well, I dunno. Things usually die when you shoot footlong shafts of wood and metal into them, right?"
[15:50] <Amonet> "Most things do," Amonet agrees. "Even if they are evil."
[15:53] <Ebiris> Walking along, the party notes the tunnel begins to angle downwards at a shallow angle, though still more or less in a straight line as it descends deeper into the mountain, before it eventually opens out into a large chamber over a hundred feet wide and longer than the party can currently see with their light sources.
[15:53] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[15:54] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[15:54] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 16." [1d20=11]
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 4." [1d20=1]
[15:55] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12 K spot
[15:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 K spot and gets 25." [1d20=13]
[15:56] -> *Keylin* off on the far left hand wall you can see an opening... the light and angle aren't so good, but you're almost certain there was a shiny glint of gold for a second there.
[15:59] <Ebiris> "I think I saw something shiny over there," Keylin points to the left hand side of the cavern.
[16:00] * Amonet looks in that direction!
[16:00] <Ebiris> OOC: another spot check!
[16:00] * Alveria also looks in that direction!
[16:00] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:00] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 4." [1d20=1]
[16:01] <Alveria> "There's nothing there!"
[16:01] -> *Alveria* Can't see shit.
[16:03] <Amonet> "Nothing evil, anyway!"
[16:03] <Keylin> "I'm pretty sure I saw something," Keylin insists.
[16:04] <Alveria> "Oh. Well, we may as well check it out," mumbles Alveria. "Can you point it out more closely?"
[16:04] * Gourash nods, looking and walking slowly towards where Keylin had pointed.
[16:07] * Keylin moves closer to the spot and points again. "Lets get going there then?"
[16:07] <Ebiris> Getting closer, Gourash can see a smaller cavern joining onto this one, perhaps twenty or thirty feet in diameter and a bit more than a semi-circle before it joins the walls of the larger chamber. And within it seems to be utterly choked with gold coins, massive heaping mounds of currency all piled up towards the rear of the cave! Certainly more than Gourash could carry, and maybe even more than Alveria could count!
[16:10] * Gourash blinks and waves them over. "Keylin found it. We might need multiple trips to get this out."
[16:11] * Gourash he walked closer starting to ponder how to get it out.
[16:11] <Alveria> "Yep. I brought plenty of sacks, but we'll need to use the broom to carry them all out individually," states Alveria. "The new book I've got has a spell of flight in it, too, so if it takes us until tomorrow, I might be able to use that to help."
[16:11] <Amonet> "Yes! We can't leave it to the somewhat evil tackling monkey things!"
[16:12] <Alveria> "Once we get it out, it won't be so hard moving it across the land, though."
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Alvie, I did tell you that you couldn't use any spells in that book until after this adventure
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Reflex save, Gourash
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: Oh. Ok.
[16:14] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 (+2 more if it's a trap)
[16:14] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 (+2 more if it's a trap) and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[16:15] <Ebiris> Stepping forward towards the loot, Gourash abruptly vanishes from the sight of his companions! From his own perspective, Gourash sees the treasure suddenly vanish as he falls through the floor and plummets downwards!
[16:15] <Ebiris> roll 6d6
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6d6 and gets 17." [6d6=3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 1]
[16:15] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Gourash
[16:18] <Gourash> roll 1d20+6
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+6 and gets 15." [1d20=9]
[16:19] <Ebiris> Falling down a long and dark drop, Gourash finds his descent arrested by a series of sharp spikes at the bottom, impaling him to add insult to the injury! It also stinks of shit down here.
[16:21] <Alveria> "We're such suckers," mutters Alveria, fishing out the rope from her bag and walking gingerly towards the hole.
[16:21] * Gourash releases a roar of pain from below, trying to pull himself carefully off the spikes.
[16:21] <Amonet> "Use the broom," Amonet cautions Alveria as she approaches the hole.
[16:22] <Alveria> "There's no room," she responds. "You need forward momentum for that thing to work."
[16:22] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to get to his feet, finding himself in a pit with the same dimensions as the hoard filled chamber above. He can't see the way out, however, it being pitch black down here. Only his darkvision lets him discern his immediate environs.
[16:23] <Amonet> "Give me the end of the rope, then," she offers. "I'll anchor you."
[16:23] <Alveria> "Wait, I'm not going dow-, oh, hell," she mutters, eyeing the dimensions of the hole to see if she CAN fly down.
[16:25] <Ebiris> Alveria can't see the dimensions of the hole. She can only see a cave full of shiny treasure.
[16:26] * Alveria sighs audiably, grabs the broom, and starts carefully inching forward, poking at the ground until she finds the gap.
[16:26] * Gourash examines a wall with his hands, seeing if he thinks he'd be able to scale it, ignoring his painful stab wounds for the moment.
[16:27] <Ebiris> Just in past the opening, Alveria feels the broom pass through seemingly solid earth with no resistance.
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[16:27] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[16:27] <Ebiris> Gourash can see the walls are smoother than the ones he climbed before, but it might be possible. Long way up, though.
[16:28] <Alveria> OOC: I have proof it isn't real!
[16:28] <Alveria> OOC: I don't need to make the save. >.>
[16:28] <Ebiris> Seeing through the illusion, Alveria can tell that the whole hoard is a sham, and down below is a large pit of perhaps the same dimensions as the hoard occupied. The broom could probably fly down it easily enough, but flying back up would be a bit trickier.
[16:30] <Gourash> "I'm going to climb up," Gourash called as he dug in his fingers hard and began to climb.
[16:30] * Alveria holds the Stone of Light down into the hole, looking around for Gourash. "Gourash! I'll drop a rope, waitasec-"
[16:30] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 16." [1d20=4]
[16:30] * Alveria does just that!
[16:31] * Gourash uses the rope to assist his climb.
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: listen checks for everyone except Gourash
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 15." [1d20=12]
[16:37] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 28." [1d20=16]
[16:44] <Ebiris> Gourash begins to climb, but soon finds out he has to do naught but hang onto the rope for dear life as Alveria and Amonet rapidly drag him upwards and out of the pit! In short order the group are reunited, with Gourash a bit bloodied up and also stained with various nasty substances, but otherwise intact!
[16:45] <Gourash> "That gold was painful.  Let's not pick it up." Gourash remarked dryly.
[16:45] <Alveria> Alveria nods, a little shakily. "We'd better be more careful. I can't really detect illusions that easily, so it's down to wit, brains, and cunning."
[16:45] <Amonet> "My senses are clearly malfunctioning," Amonet frets. "It was an evil gold after all."
[16:45] <Keylin> "I'm sorry I ever spotted it," Keylin agrees.
[16:46] <Alveria> "We'll just be sure to be careful wherever we step. We may as well keep looking down this way, then."
[16:52] * Gourash grunts, his eyes thankful to the young paladin of the sun.
[16:55] <Keylin> "I'll keep an eye out ahead for stuff. Can I borrow your broom?" Keylin asks.
[16:55] <Alveria> "Sure. Well, it's our broom, right?" responds Alveria, handing it over.
[16:56] * Amonet nods
[16:56] <Keylin> "I guess," Keylin shrugs as she takes the broom and starts moving onward to scout.
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: taking a light source, Keylin?
[16:57] <Alveria> OOC: You can have my rock of light.
[16:57] <Alveria> OOC: And I'll light a torch, since that means I won't be able to see here.
[16:58] <Keylin> ooc: thanks for the rock. Remind me to buy goggles of nightvision whenever we can get some.
[16:58] <Alveria> OOC: They're so freaking expensive, I might actually learn darkvision @_@
[16:59] <Keylin> ooc: well, if you ever feel like casting permanency and darkvision...
[16:59] <Alveria> OOC: I would, if I was close to that
[17:02] <Gourash> OOC: You could all take levels in orc.
[17:03] <Ebiris> Leaving her comrades behind, Keylin flies into the darkness at the far end of the large cave, her rock lighting things up so the others can see around her as she leaves the range of their own light source. The cavern extends for perhaps four hundred feet before it opens out over a large pit with a spiralling walkway around the edges that descends a hundred feet or so to another cave below.
[17:03] <Ebiris> Directly down the middle of the pit is a lake of steaming lava.
[17:04] * Keylin shudders a bit. Not a good spot to fall. With that thought, Keylin continues onward a bit, looking out for good solid spots for the group to stop and watching out for more danger.
[17:05] <Ebiris> OOC: flying down to the cave below?
[17:05] <Keylin> ooc: yes
[17:08] <Ebiris> It's uncomfortably hot as Keylin descends, finding the cave below at perhaps ninety degrees to the one above. Its a little bit smaller, but not much, and likely would have plenty of room for a dragon to lair, if it so chose here. Again she can't see the far end with her light source, however.
[17:09] * Keylin decides to go back, it being a little too hot for her taste. She doesn't want to end up roasted from going ahead too far and then not being able to get back.
[17:11] <Alveria> "Alright. Let's just fly across rather than chance the ridges," posits Alveria.
[17:14] <Keylin> "As long as I don't end up crispy, I'm fine with anything. Jeez, was it hot down there," Keylin mutters, wiping off some sweat.
[17:14] <Alveria> "It's good for you. Builds strong bones."
[17:19] <Gourash> "How would you know?" Gourash wondered.
[17:21] <Alveria> "Isn't it obvious?" When she reaches the room of lava, Alveria decides to fly across *first*.
[17:24] <Ebiris> Alveria and Amonet fly down to the next chamber! It's rather hot, but not unbearably so once they're no longer immediately above the lava.
[17:25] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check, you two
[17:25] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[17:25] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[17:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[17:30] <Ebiris> As the pair dismount their broom at the entrance to this new chamber, Amonet can barely see what looks like a pair of humanoid figures in the darkness farther down the cave. It's hard to make out at this distance and light level, however. Alveria, on the other hand, can see better with her elven vision. It's a pair of Githyanki.
[17:33] <Alveria> "Those BITCHES! Leave me alone, you crazy freaks!" snarls Alveria. "The blade wasn't even yours, anyway!"
[17:33] <Amonet> "I can hold them off while you bring over the others," Amonet suggests, lance drawn.
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: do you want DRAMATIC DIALOGUE or initiative?
[17:34] <Alveria> OOC: DRAMATIC DIALOGUE interests me more
[17:35] <Ebiris> "The treasure was ours by right of conquest!" one of the Githyanki fires back in common, drawing a blade of shining white energy. "Our orders are to bring you alive, Alveria Calhadre, but I care not for the lives of those you travel with - surrender yourself and none will come to harm!"
[17:36] <Amonet> "Stealing is wrong!" Amonet shouts back. "So is kidnapping!"
[17:37] <Alveria> "Then I'll add you to the pile of ash!" snarls Alveria. "We've personally slain greater foes than you! You don't have a prayer, insect!"
[17:37] <Ebiris> "So be it!" the Gith replies hotly.
[17:37] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[17:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 11." [1d20=6]
[17:38] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 3." [1d20=3]
[17:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 Blackguard
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 Blackguard and gets 19." [1d20=17]
[17:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Warlock
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Warlock and gets 9." [1d20=1]
[17:43] <Alveria> Hmm.
[17:43] <Alveria> I could actually cast it on GOURASH
[17:43] <Alveria> And then he could be at the frontline
[17:43] <Ebiris> OOC chatter in OOC room!
[17:43] <Alveria> And I could be far away
[17:44] <Ebiris> The armoured Githyanki with the glowing sword steps to the side through a glowing doorway that materialised around him, before a similar doorway ejects him right next to Alveria! "You may have bested our warriors before, Infidel, but now you face a Champion of the Githyanki people," he sneers, looking her right in the eye!
[17:44] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:45] * Gourash hearing the sounds of conflict, Gourash moves with all speed towards his companions below.
[17:45] * Keylin chases after Gourash to battle!
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: init for you two
[17:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 12." [1d20=8]
[17:46] <Alveria> "I'm no match for your blade, it's true," retorts Alveria, taking a step back and weaving odyllic forces. "A more worthy opponent, then!" She gestures at Gourash, and the two of them rapidly exchange places!
[17:47] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 8." [1d20=7]
[17:48] <Ebiris> The Githyanki warlock seems to be waiting for something...
[17:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:51] <Amonet> Lacking a better idea, Amonet moves far enough from Gourash to allow him space when he joins the attack, and swings her glowing lance into the githyanki's side!
[17:51] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[17:51] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 32." [1d20=16]
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:52] <Amonet> roll 1d8+12+2d6
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+12+2d6 and gets 23." [1d8=5][2d6=5, 1]
[17:54] <Ebiris> Marjorie lances forth, piercing the Githyanki's armour to rend flesh with holy power! He grimaces in pain, but his eyes blaze as he glares at Amonet. "A worthy foe... I'll deal with you later," he promises, stepping away from Amonet into another glowing doorway to wind up next to Alveria and Keylin even as the Githyanki warlock casts a spell, surrounding Gourash and Amonet with a thick fog bank that seems to hinder their movement!
[17:55] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:57] * Amonet curses as she is enveloped in fog!
[17:57] * Keylin moves into a favorable position to fire an arrow and releases it at the closest githyanki.
[17:57] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 17." [1d20=8]
[17:57] <Ebiris> The arrow only plinks off his baroque styled armour without penetrating!
[17:57] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie

[Ebiris]

[15:19] <Ebiris> Up on the ridge high above the lava, Keylin and Alveria find themselves confronting a Githyanki warrior in an ornamental but sturdy looking black breastplate and wielding a silvery glowing greatsword as he menaces the elf wizard, while a huge bank of thick fog utterly fills the lower cave entrance, blocking both Amonet and Gourash, along with the Githyanki spellcaster from view! How will the brave heroes handle this?!
[15:19] <Ebiris> OOC: Alvie's turn
[15:23] <Alveria> Alveria's face is one of pure mockery as she taunts the obnoxious warrior with her sight-obscuring wand. "Keep trying!" she boasts, flickering out of sight in a flash, and promptly darting away from him...
[15:23] <Ebiris> OOC: just for reference, moving past him and up the ridge, or down towards the fog?
[15:23] <Alveria> OOC: Towards the fog
[15:24] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash. You're in solid fog and can only move 5ft per turn.
[15:26] <Ebiris> OOC: wait, speed 5, not limited to 5ft max.
[15:27] <Dracos> OOC: *nods*
[15:29] * Gourash runs towards where he last saw the spellcaster, in exceedingly slow motion... trying to get through the accursed thick fog.
[15:29] <Ebiris> Gourash makes slow progress deeper into the cave, but can't see an end to the fog just yet...
[15:29] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet
[15:32] <Alveria> Amonet begins charging after Gourash, deeper into the fog!
[15:33] <Ebiris> Amonet can't even see Gourash in the dense fog, but nonetheless she makes some progress deeper into the cave, no end in sight to her foggy peril, however!
[15:35] <Ebiris> "That's alright, wizard, you're the one we need to avoid killing," the Githyanki blackguard taunts. "Keep hiding and watch as your allies perish!" And with that, he moves up the ridge to attack Keylin, his sword shifting almost like liquid metal as he swings it at the scout!
[15:35] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[15:35] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 23." [1d20=8]
[15:35] <Ebiris> OOC: AC, Keylin?
[15:36] <Ebiris> OOC: btw, you need to post your sheet somewhere I can see it
[15:37] <Keylin> ooc: 22. sorry. forgot to post it last week >_>;
[15:37] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+22
[15:37] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+22 and gets 32." [2d6=5, 5]
[15:39] <Ebiris> The Githyanki proves that the reputation of his people's silver swords is not unwarranted, as it passes effortlessly through Keylin's armour and shreds her skin, surely crushing several ribs on its brutal trajectory through her body!
[15:40] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, within the fog, Amonet and Gourash suddenly see dozens of ethereal piranhas materialise out of the mis, proceeding to pass right through each of them and bite into their flesh! Alveria sees the same outside the fog, caught in the effect herself as she's surrounded by insubstantial fish, which nonetheless take sharp bites out of her!
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 3d8
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8 and gets 14." [3d8=8, 2, 4]
[15:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[15:42] * Keylin winces at the pain of the attack and decides to flee and heal for now. That attack was nasty.
[15:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Alveria
[15:46] <Alveria> Wincing at the pain, Alveria opts to back out of the ravenous pirhana and fling one of the few remaining charges of her dispelling wand at both it and the fog- really hoping that this works...
[15:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 fish!
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 fish! and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[15:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 fog!
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 fog! and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[15:47] <Ebiris> Unfortunately, despite the wand's best efforts, both spells remain intact!
[15:47] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[15:49] * Gourash continues trying to get out of the fog, flailing angrily at the etheral fish around him.
[15:52] <Ebiris> Freedom! Gourash emerges from the fog, bursting forth and past the zone of magical biting fish that surround the fog, covering most of the distance through the cave as he sprints with now unimpeded momentum! He's close to the Githyanki warlock now, seeing her as a female of the species dressed in somewhat scanty black robes that show off her mottled green flesh and sickly emanciated figure as she directs her arcane energies!
[15:52] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[15:54] <Alveria> Amonet follows suit, making for the edge of the fog as quickly as she can!
[15:54] <Ebiris> Weighed down by her heavy armour, Amonet doesn't make it as far as Gourash, still caught on the fringes of the biting fish even as she frees herself from the fog!
[15:56] <Ebiris> roll 3d8
[15:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8 and gets 14." [3d8=8, 1, 5]
[15:59] <Ebiris> Seeing the angry barbarian charging towards her, the Githyanki warlock incants a harsh spell, spitting the sylables of power forth as she gestures at the half-orc!
[15:59] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[15:59] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 go good roll!
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 go good roll! and gets 14." [1d20=11]
[16:00] -> *Gourash* You've been dominated. The Githyanki telepathically orders you to attack Amonet on your turn. You'll get a new saving throw at +2 before you act, since this order does go against your nature.
[16:02] <Ebiris> With no one currently near him, the Githyanki warrior decides to cast a spell on himself.
[16:02] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+4
[16:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+4 and gets 12." [2d8=4, 4]
[16:02] <Ebiris> The wounds inflicted by Amonet's lance close up a little, although not completely.
[16:02] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:04] <Keylin> With no one in immediate proximity after running from the githyanki warrior, the scout drinks that potion of cure moderate wounds looted some time back.
[16:04] <Keylin> roll 2d8+3
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 2d8+3 and gets 6." [2d8=2, 1]
[16:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:05] <Alveria> Alvie tries the wand again, unwilling to be blind to whatever events occur beyond her vision!
[16:05] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:05] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 11." [1d20=6]
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 13." [1d20=8]
[16:07] <Ebiris> The wand just doesn't seem to have enough oomph in it, both spells stubbornly remaining intact despite it all!
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:08] * Gourash twists about, a hand on his head as he turned back towards the fog.
[16:08] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:08] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[16:11] * Gourash turns towards amonet and swings coldly at her!
[16:11] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13
[16:11] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 and gets 28." [1d20=15]
[16:11] <Ebiris> OOC: it is a hit
[16:11] <Gourash> roll 1d12+8
[16:11] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+8 and gets 9." [1d12=1]
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet.
[16:14] <Alveria> Backing away back into the concealing fog, Amonet fumbles for her healing potion!
[16:14] <Alveria> roll 2d8+3
[16:14] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2d8+3 and gets 6." [2d8=2, 1]
[16:19] <Alveria> *backs out of the slaughtering flying fish!
[16:24] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:24] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5  and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[16:24] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13
[16:24] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 and gets 14." [1d20=1]
[16:24] <Ebiris> OOC; critfail check, lol
[16:25] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13 critfail check
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13 critfail check and gets 19." [1d20=6]
[16:25] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d100
[16:25] <Gourash> roll 1d100
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d100 and gets 16." [1d100=16]
[16:25] <Ebiris> Gourash badly overstretches himself, letting Amonet see a chance to possibly trip him up with her lance as she withdraws!
[16:26] <Alveria> Amonet takes that chance!
[16:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11
[16:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+11 and gets 24." [1d20=13]
[16:26] <Alveria> OOC: Then.. opposed strength amirite
[16:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4
[16:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 and gets 22." [1d20=18]
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: str check, G
[16:27] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 22." [1d20=17]
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: Um... reroll, both of you?
[16:27] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 and gets 12." [1d20=8]
[16:27] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 8." [1d20=3]
[16:28] <Ebiris> Marjorie snakes out to knock Gourash's legs from under him, sending the half-orc painfully down on his rump!
[16:30] <Ebiris> With Keylin and Alveria both out of sight, the Githyanki warrior just grins evilly to himself while casting another spell. "You'd better surrender, Calhadre. Even now your allies are tearing each other apart on the other side of that fog," he taunts.
[16:30] <Ebiris> roll 1d8+4
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8+4 and gets 11." [1d8=7]
[16:31] <Ebiris> On the other side of said fog, the Githyanki warlock casts another spell and vanishes from sight!
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:34] * Keylin pulls back some distance further as she readies an arrow and prepares to fire. Best to keep some distance with how that warrior almost killed her.
[16:34] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 23." [1d20=14]
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:34] <Keylin> roll 3d6+2
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 3d6+2 and gets 12." [3d6=6, 1, 3]
[16:36] <Ebiris> "Gah!" the blackguard curses as Keylin's arrow pierces his armour! Snapping the shaft off, he shakes a fist up at her on the ridge, "I'd almost forgotten about you, brat!"
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[16:37] <Alveria> Deciding to break invisibility for now, Alveria flings out a hand, channeling bolts of searing fire towards the Githyanki scum!
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 11." [1d6=6]
[16:37] <Alveria> OOC: GLEE
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 CL check
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+11 CL check and gets 19." [1d20=8]
[16:37] <Alveria> OOC: DOUBLE GLEE
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 and gets 11." [1d20=4]
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7
[16:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 and gets 17." [1d20=10]
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 and gets 24." [1d20=17]
[16:38] <Alveria> OOC: Er, do they all hit? No dex to AC, touch attacks, etc
[16:39] <Ebiris> OOC: I dunno what you're casting, but as touch attacks then the last two hit.
[16:40] <Alveria> OOC: Scorching ray, from invis and stuff
[16:40] <Alveria> roll 8d6 aww man, I was hoping to slaughter him
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 8d6 aww man, I was hoping to slaughter him and gets 28." [8d6=2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 4, 4]
[16:41] <Alveria> Rapidly boarding the broom after she casts this spell, Alveria flies out over the lava, away from some kind of counter!
[16:41] <Ebiris> Alveria's flames blast forth, licking over the Githyanki but somehow not burning him quite as much as she'd expect such a violent spell to manage!
[16:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:42] * Gourash growls, both angry at being knocked over and the damnable voice in his head as he pushes himself back up to his feet.
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet could get an AoO if she wanted, as Gourash approaches her.
[16:45] <Alveria> OOC: Amonet will use that AoO to trip him. Or at least try.
[16:45] <Gourash> OOC: It's not a free trip this time remember...
[16:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash could AoO HER if she tried that!
[16:45] <Alveria> OOC: Except he can't, 'cos she moved away from him earlier?
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: And Gourash is now moving towards her. He's faster than she is.
[16:46] <Alveria> OOC: Which is what triggered the AoO in the first place?
[16:46] <Alveria> OOC: The lance has reach!
[16:46] <Alveria> OOC: Gourash doesn't!
[16:46] <Alveria> OOC: Unless- dammit, I'm thinking of her ranseur
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: Trip is an unarmed touch attack
[16:46] <Alveria> OOC: In that case, she won't AoO him.
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay. It's now her go.
[16:47] <Alveria> Amonet activates the little-used badge! The tiny raven glows with a white light, warding those who would harm her away!
[16:48] <Alveria> OOC: It casts.. sanctuary?
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: DC?
[16:48] <Alveria> OOC: *I don't know.*
[16:48] <Alveria> OOC: And that's.. a swift action, apparently. o-O
[16:48] <Alveria> She spends the *rest* of her time taking another short step away from Gourash, calling upon Horus-Re to bolster her with extra strength!
[16:49] <Alveria> OOC: Divine Vigor for another +12 temp HP
[16:51] <Ebiris> The Githyanki warrior's form begins to blur, becoming harder to make out as he stalks up the ridge towards Keylin. "You only delay the inevitable," he snarls.
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:54] <Keylin> "Says who? You?" Keylin retorts as she continues to back away, moving as far as she can before releasing another arrow.
[16:54] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 29." [1d20=20]
[16:55] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9 confirm
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 confirm and gets 29." [1d20=20]
[16:55] <Ebiris> OOC: roll again for hilarity
[16:55] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 29." [1d20=20]
[16:55] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 12." [1d20=3]
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: er, 5x crit
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: sorry, x4
[16:57] <Keylin> roll 6d6+8
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 6d6+8 and gets 32." [6d6=5, 6, 1, 6, 4, 2]
[16:58] <Ebiris> OOC: wait, forgot
[16:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 26." [1d100=26]
[17:00] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow soars forth in a beautiful arc, before landing with a wet splurt right in the Githyanki's right eye! With an agonised scream, he throws back his head as blood spurts from the vicious wound she just inflicted! Somehow he remains upright, but he'll surely be feeling that one tomorrow!
[17:00] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[17:03] <Alveria> Alveria whispers words of power, and a stream of clocks flies towards Keylin, empowering her with blinding speed!
[17:03] <Alveria> OOC: Haste! Doubled move speed, +1 to attacks, reflex saves, and AC, +1 attack on a full attack
[17:03] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash. Two will saves, first at +2 to resist dominate, then another to overcome sanctuary
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5 resist dominate!
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 resist dominate! and gets 9." [1d20=4]
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 to...overcome sanctuary.
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 to...overcome sanctuary. and gets 13." [1d20=10]
[17:05] <Ebiris> Despite his murderous impulses, Gourash still can't bring himself to strike at Amonet!
[17:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:06] <Alveria> Backing away and breathing harshly, Amonet begins the arduous process of healing herself... OOC: Is there anywhere one could take cover?
[17:07] <Ebiris> OOC: The cavern walls are pretty uneven and rough, so you could hunker down in one of the gaps there.
[17:07] <Alveria> She backs up under one of the ridges, converting spells to healing as fast as she can!
[17:08] <Alveria> roll 1d8+1 she's actually using a wand, but hey >.>
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d8+1 she's actually using a wand, but hey >.> and gets 5." [1d8=4]
[17:10] <Ebiris> Gritting his teeth, the Blackguard carefully yanks the arrow out of his eye, leaving a bloodied ruin behind as he stares up at Keylin with unbridled hatred in his remaining good eye. "This isn't over," he snarls, before stepping into a silvery doorway that materialised by his side.
[17:10] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Keylin
[17:13] <Keylin> roll 1d20+7
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+7 and gets 12." [1d20=5]
[17:14] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[17:16] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6
[17:16] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 and gets 21." [1d20=15]
[17:19] <Ebiris> Keylin and Alveria can hear someone casting a spell from somewhere in the air above Alveria, but before anyone can do much about it, there's a loud *BAMF* and a cloud of smoke obscures Keylin, before the scout notices her clothes don't fit so well... in fact, she's pretty much smothered in them as her form shrinks to dimunuitive proportions!
[17:20] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin!
[17:21] * Keylin freaks out and runs around inside her clothes, hunting for a spot through which she can breathe in the smothering atmosphere.
[17:22] <Ebiris> Keylin manages to escape from the neck of her armour, finding herself amidst an oversized pile of her equipment. Wow, everything's so big!
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:23] <Alveria> OOC: Did I hear the spellcasters location?
[17:23] <Ebiris> OOC: make a retro listen check to find out!
[17:23] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 6." [1d20=3]
[17:24] <Alveria> OOC: :(
[17:24] <Ebiris> OOC: she's above you, but you can't really tell how high or where
[17:25] <Alveria> Clasping her hands around that *other* wand, Alveria jets over towards where Keylin once was, and puts away her broom, quickly vanishing from sight once more!
[17:25] <Alveria> OOC: I've got 3 charges left on this thing. So worth it.
[17:26] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash, check your PM for orders
[17:28] * Gourash roars, holding his head. "What am I doing...where'd the ugly mage go?"
[17:28] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:30] <Alveria> "Turned invisible," reports Amonet, more focused on healing herself than braving the fog anytime soon.
[17:30] <Alveria> roll 1d8+1
[17:30] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d8+1 and gets 7." [1d8=6]
[17:31] <Ebiris> As Amonet heals herself, both the fog and the fish suddenly vanish!
[17:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Combat is basically over, free actions
[17:32] * Keylin attempts to speak, not really knowing how complete the transformation she seems to have gone through is. She hopes dearly it's just some sort of illusion.
[17:32] <Ebiris> Keylin makes some high pitched squeaking noises.
[17:32] <Alveria> "Wha..." murmurs Alveria, dropping next to Keylin. "Oh, man, we're going to need to burn to Silverymoon really fast..."
[17:33] <Alveria> "..bastards! Don't worry, I'll get you back to normal," she promises, kneeling next to the clothes and trying to find the beast within.
[17:34] * Keylin squeeks and attempts to stand on her hindlegs and wave to show her understanding.
[17:34] * Gourash looks around. "Where'd Keylin go?"
[17:34] <Ebiris> "More importantly, why were you attacking Amonet? Were you charmed or something?" Marjorie demands of the half-orc.
[17:34] <Alveria> "She's back here," responds Alveria. "Polymorphed. "You two alright?"
[17:35] <Alveria> "-so that guy WASN'T lying," mutters Alveria, casting detect magic and peering at Gourash.
[17:35] -> *Alveria* There's a moderate magical aura clinging to Gourash.
[17:35] <Gourash> "Some loud voice was telling me to..." Gourash looked unhappy. "I couldn't stop...I simply had to.  But it's gone now."
[17:36] <Alveria> roll 1d20+20
[17:36] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+20 and gets 21." [1d20=1]
[17:37] <Alveria> "There's still a magic aura clinging to you," remarks Alveria. "I didn't cast anything on you, so it must still be there. Er, hang on a sec, I'll try and get rid of it."
[17:38] <Alveria> Pointing the last charge of the dispelling wand at Gourash, she tries to make good on those words!
[17:39] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 tsk, I need to learn this spell
[17:39] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 tsk, I need to learn this spell and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[17:39] <Ebiris> No good. The wand fails again, magic still lingering around Gourash.
[17:41] * Gourash blinks. "It's gone," Gourash shrugged, believing such.
[17:42] <Ebiris> "Maybe you're just saying that to lull us into a false sense of security - that's what I'd make you do if I... er, nevermind," Marjorie begins indignantly before shutting up.
[17:43] <Alveria> "No, it's still there," she responds, firmly. "That spell has a long duration and can be planted for an age. Crap, crap, crap..." she mutters, slowly picking up Keylin's things and ramming them into the pack. "Yeah. Me too. Look, I'm going to check out what lies beyond here- they were probably waiting for us here 'cos this is where the horde is. If there IS one. There might be something there we can use. A scroll or something..."
[17:44] * Gourash blinks and scratches his head. "Didn't know you had a devious side, lance." He sort of nodded off at what alveria was saying. "Let's get to the horde anyhow."
[17:45] * Keylin squeeks, wondering if one of the others will carry her. With the small body she possesses at the moment, running through those steam tunnels... Keylin shudders as best a rat can.
[17:45] <Ebiris> Heading deeper into the cavern, Alveria can see the reward they've fought so hard to acquire... at the far end lies a wide circular pit, utterly choked with a massive mound of gold coins! She can't see any magic there, nothing but cold hard currency piled all around, laid out almost like bedding for a large and greedy creature.
[17:45] <Alveria> "Yeah, look, you stay here. We'll go ahead," mutters Alveria, putting Keylin in an empty component pouch. "-damnit!"
[17:46] <Alveria> "
[17:46] * Keylin squeeks sadly, but stays in the component pouch.
[17:47] <Gourash> "Why?" Gourash didn't like the thought of that.  "You think more of them are  in ambush here?"
[17:48] <Alveria> "I'm worried about *you*," responds Alveria. "Not to be harsh, but if they'd left a spell there, we wouldn't know. It's.. nothing personal, you know?"
[17:49] * Gourash growls. "Fine. But no grabbing first share."
[17:49] * Keylin squeeks as if saying that she'll keep the wizard honest.
[17:50] <Alveria> "All I want is enough to get Keylin healed for now," she replies, thinly. "There'll be plenty left for you, mark my words."

[Ebiris]

The Dragon's hoard consists of 46,290gp.

Total gold weight is 3,000lb (I rounded down a bit, but I'm basically assuming each gold piece weighs 28 grams)

The terrain coming down/through the mountain is really shitty, so you can drag at most x2 your carry weight.

Work out how you will solve this problem!

[Ebiris]

[15:12] <Ebiris> The battle is over, though hardly won. Both Githyanki escaped to fight another day, leaving the party in disarray despite their newfound wealth. Keylin finds herself trapped in the form of a small brown rodent, while Gourash finds himself feeling even more homicidal urges than normal. But still, the group perseveres, alive and unbowed as they plan what to do with the vast dragon's hoard found deep within the volcano...
[15:29] <Alveria> "Alright. Keylin needs to get healed up, and it's going to be quite a bit of effort to get this stuff out of here," states Alveria, after briefly consulting with Amonet. "I'm gonna burn over to Everlund with enough gold to fix up Keylin, dodge their scrying for a while, and then come back, and I'll try and get some help up here to get the gold out."
[15:31] <Gourash> "Look for a land route on your way back.  We don't want to carry it all out on that flimsy thing."
[15:53] <Alveria> "Alright. Maybe I can bring a moneychanger.." she mutters, picking up Keylin's gear and enough gold to get her fixed up before starting out.
[16:06] <Ebiris> Leaving Amonet and Gourash behind to guard their ill gotten gains, Alveria flies back the way she came, through the dark tunnels past the dragon's lair, before ascending up the stalactite laden passageway towards the enormous lava filled chamber...
[16:06] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[16:06] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 21." [1d20=16]
[16:08] <Ebiris> Working her way upwards, Alveria can spot another of those freakish long-limbed monkey things hanging onto a stalactite ahead, nestled in against the ceiling.
[16:08] * Alveria gives it a wide, wide berth...
[16:11] <Ebiris> There's enough room for Alveria to get by, and her broom is at least faster than it can climb, allowing her to escape without confrontation as she soards into the wide space of the circular chamber, pockmarked with caves and ridges on all sides. Unlike earlier, no light descends from the ceiling, only Alveria's pebble and the dully glowing lava below to provide illumination, showing that night has fallen while in the volcano.
[16:13] <Alveria> "Another day free! If this is freedom," mutters the elf, jetting back towards the nearest town so she can get some quick shut-eye before beginning the trip to Everlund.
[16:14] <Ebiris> Flying up through the hole in the ceiling, Alveria finds herself still several hundred feet below the summit, a steep crag of grey rock jutting up behind her under the pale starlight, and misty clouds hanging over the mountains below her current vantage...
[16:14] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[16:15] <Alveria> OOC: Keylin can do it!
[16:15] <Alveria> OOC: "Am I going in the right direction? One squeak yes, two squeaks no..."
[16:17] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 anyway. why is reading maps a wis skill? it's so int!
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 anyway. why is reading maps a wis skill? it's so int! and gets 3." [1d20=2]
[16:18] <Ebiris> Alveria begins to jauntily fly off into the night, before a pair of squeaks from Keylin sound, the little rat perched carefully within one of the wizard's spare pouches.
[16:18] <Alveria> "Oh. Is this north? I think it's supposed to be south..." mumbles the witch. "I really need a hat."
[16:19] * Alveria shifts her angle of attack and tries again!
[16:22] <Ebiris> With some trial and error, and lots of squeaking from Keylin, Alveria finally satisfies the rodent that she's going in the right direction, flying down the mountain and over the foothills, until she can see Dunford in the distance once past the clouds. The people of the village are happy to put her up for the night, and the next day her and Keylin are ready to jet off towards Everlund!
[16:26] <Ebiris> OOC: will save for Keylin, btw
[16:27] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 26." [1d20=20]
[16:29] <Ebiris> Keylin is at least well behaved, and the broom allows Alveria to make excellent time towards Everlund - it's just past sundown when she sees the city ahead, a large circular arrangement surrounded by thick and sturdy walls, the main lanes of the city arranged like spokes on a wheel with large gates in five directions.
[16:29] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[16:30] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[16:30] <Ebiris> The walls seem to be occupied by a goodly number of archers that Alveria can see even from this distance, with ballistae and catapults also placed regularly around them.
[16:31] * Alveria is polite about it, and touches down outside the city limits before walking towards the gate.
[16:38] <Ebiris> It seems the guards are just changing shifts as Alveria reaches the gates, one of the newly arrived ones waving to her as she approaches. "Hail, m'lady," he greets pleasantly, wearing a good quality set of chainmail and holding a halberd in a fairly relaxed manner. "Welcome to Everlund!"
[16:38] <Ebiris> He's a fairly young human - the only one among the guards present, all the others are dwarves who seem to be trying to outdo each other in stoic discipline as they take rigid positions by the gate.
[16:39] <Alveria> "Hello! Could you direct me to any of the temples in town, young man?" replies Alveria, doing her best and ultimately failing to be convincingly cheerful.
[16:44] <Ebiris> "Of course," he smiles and gestures down the street with his halberd, "That there's the Hall of Valour, dedicated to Hela Brightaxe," he marks out a stocky building that still manages to dominate the others around it.
[16:44] <Ebiris> Everlund seems to display far more dwarven influence in its architecture compared to Silverymoon's elf themed style, the city seeming to have been built for defence rather than aesthetics, although there's a pleasing orderliness to the place, and it still manages to include some nice green spaces that Alveria can see even from the gate.
[16:45] <Alveria> Alveria doesn't seem to mind. "Brightaxe, eh? Can you tell me a bit about her?" she asks, tucking the broomstick under her arm and walking with purpose.
[16:47] <Ebiris> "Pfah, as if that lad would know anything about a proper dwarven deity," one of the dwarves speaks up roughly, stroking his elaborate ginger beard. "He's more at home prayin' ta that poncey Lathander. Hela Brightaxe is the Lady of the Fray - she brings luck in battle ta those that show proper respect ta her, and watches over all dwarven warriors!"
[16:48] <Alveria> "May she extend her protection a little further," mumbles Alveria, making a beeline for the hall.
[16:51] <Ebiris> The heavy wooden doords of the temple are open, the main hall occupied mostly by boistrous dwarves, although there's a few humans present as well, some praying, some talking, and even a pair that are seemingly arm-wrestling over the altar... "Welcome, child!" a scraggly-haired dwarf with a beard that pretty much covers his entire chest seems to jump out before Alveria, arms splayed. "Have you come to seek the blessing of the Luckmaiden?"
[16:53] <Alveria> "Uh, yeah, I could do with some luck," replies the elf, naturally squeamish. "But actually, I, um, one of my friends got turned into a rat, and I was wondering if you could help me with this."
[16:54] <Ebiris> The dwarf narrows his eyes. "Turned into a rat?!" he repeats dubiously, loud enough to get the attention of pretty much everyone else in the temple.
[16:55] <Alveria> "Yes," replies Alveria, distinctly unamused.
[16:56] * Keylin-squeek squeeks.
[16:58] <Ebiris> "By Hela!" he roars at Keylin's sqeaking, before leaning forward and peering at the little brown rodent. "Is that her?! Some sort of dark wizard's curse?"
[16:58] <Alveria> "-er, yes, that's exactly it. There was a mighty battle, and, uh, it didn't go as planned, and so here we are! Can you, um, help? I have a *vast pile of gold* to offer if you can!"
[17:02] <Ebiris> "Of course, child!" the dwarf slaps a meaty fist into his palm, "The blessings of Hela Brightaxe will see your friend back to normal!" Suddenly his voice drops to an almost normal volume, and he leans in almost embarrassedly, "A tithe of five hundred gold will be required, naturally," he tells Alveria, before resuming his previous demeanour,
[17:02] <Ebiris> "Come back after first light tomorrow and we'll have someone prepared with the divine power needed to dispel the curse of rodent-ness!"
[17:03] <Alveria> "Excellent. Well, good day," responds Alveria, quietly edging out of the temple. "Hear that, Key? Back to normal tomorrow, even if you lose your mind tonight."
[17:05] * Keylin-squeek makes a note to bite into Alveria's clothing and leave it riddled with holes for being so good at cheering her up.

[Ebiris]

[15:28] <Ebiris> Still licking their wounds after a vicious battle with the Githyanki in the depths of the volcano, Amonet and Gourash wave goodbye to Keylin and Alveria as they race off to find a cure for the former's current rodent affliction. Aside from the pit filled with gold, however, this particular cavern is somewhat lacking in entertainment...
[15:30] <Ebiris> "I'm not sure Miss Alveria thought this plan through very well..." Marjorie comments from within Amonet's grasp.
[15:30] <Amonet> "Since Friend Alveria was adamant about a foreign influence remaining around you," Amonet tells Gourash, "it may be for the best if we stayed in different caverns to reduce any temptation on your part."
[15:31] * Gourash frowned. "If you're scared, go ahead.  I'm alright though."
[15:32] <Amonet> "Very well," she agrees, not rising up to the bait, and leaves the area, careful not to open herself to any sudden attacks. "It would be best if you waited here, then, Gourash."
[15:34] <Gourash> "Fine with me.  I not letting more thieves to our treasure."
[15:34] * Gourash stays by the entrance they came in to the haord cave, keeping an eye half on the treasure and half on the entrance hall.
[15:35] * Amonet retreats back as much as she can, observing the area carefully for any ambushes along her way.
[15:36] <Ebiris> Leaving Gourash behind to guard the treasure, Amonet and her intelligent weapon leave the large cave complex behind and travel along the cylindrical tunnel towards the steep stalactite and stalagmite filled passage leading upwards. The tunnel also continues on past that way if she doesn't feel like climbing.
[15:37] * Amonet declines the invitation to explore on her own, opting to proceed on a path she has traveled before.
[15:37] <Ebiris> OOC: Climb check
[15:38] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 and gets 11." [1d20=7]
[15:42] <Ebiris> Amonet begins to haul herself up, the stalagmites at least providing easy handholds to begin with. But she doesn't get far before slipping and tumbling back down a few feet... well, at least she didn't fall far?
[15:43] <Amonet> The other way it is, then!
[15:46] <Ebiris> And so Amonet proceeds down the hollowed out passageway in the mountain, Marjorie shedding warm golden light as they stroll along... "I bet they're waiting till nighttime before they send Gourash after us, so he can catch you sleeping," the ghost-possessed holy weapon opines sullenly as you walk along.
[15:47] <Amonet> "I can rest once I'm far enough," Amonet responds with a frown. "You'll keep watch for me, right Marjorie?"
[15:47] <Ebiris> "I'll try," she promises bravely as...
[15:47] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex save
[15:48] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[15:48] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 22." [1d20=14]
[15:49] <Ebiris> Stepping forward, Amonet suddenly notices the ground give way beneath her feet! She's able to draw back in the nick of time as a section of the passageway collapses in front of her, revealing a deep pit, filled with spikes!
[15:49] * Amonet winces, observing the pit and whether she could possibly get across it.
[15:50] <Ebiris> It's about ten feet wide, so would require a decent jump. Alternatively, it doesn't quite reach all the way to the sides of the passage, and could be crept around if one was careful.
[15:52] <Amonet> Apologizing for her actions, Amonet uses her lance to test the ground ahead before getting to the other side carefully and stopping there.
[15:54] <Ebiris> Marjorie doesn't protest as Amonet carefully works her way onwards, discovering no more traps before the passage narrows, branching into two seperate tunnels - one angling steeply upwards, while the other curves off to the left, narrowing into a tight passage.
[15:55] <Amonet> "Marjorie, this could be as good a place to rest as any," she says, glancing down at the spikes. "Do you think you could summon an image of this passage as it had been before I almost fell into the pit should anyone come after me?"
[15:56] <Ebiris> "I can do that easily," Marjorie affirms, even though the spike pit is far out of sight, now.
[15:58] * Amonet returns to a place where she is reasonably close to the pit. Within striking range, should she need to.
[15:59] <Ebiris> "Is this okay?" Marjorie asks as the pit is obscured by an image of rough rocky ground, blending in perfectly with the surroundings.
[16:00] <Amonet> "Yes," Amonet agrees. "If it comes to that, we will try to make our stand here."
[16:02] <Ebiris> "At least Gourash was looking pretty banged up from all the fighting, and no one thought to heal him," Marjorie notes brightly, before adding more thoughtfully, "Although that might give him less desire to fight off any commands he's given about hurting us..."
[16:04] <Amonet> "It was something I overlooked," Amonet admits. "Though his wounds did not seem life threatening, and had I thought of this at the time, I can't be certain I would have chosen to heal him then. I'm almost out of healing magic myself...."
[16:07] <Ebiris> And so Amonet settles down to rest her weary body after a hard day's adventuring, Marjorie keeping a sharp... er, magical sensory function, out for trouble as she does!
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[15:38] * Gourash counts  the treasure coins slowly.  From a distance.  To past the time.  Not particularly being good at counting large numbers of coins at a distance though.
[16:08] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to count to nine nine times before he runs out of numbers... but there's sure a lot of shinies, there! A few hours pass of this silent contemplation before an unwelcome voice booms in his mind! "Find the paladin! Stalk her! Tear her apart!" the evil Githyanki spellcaster urges!
[16:08] <Ebiris> OOC: will save +2 yadda yadda
[16:09] <Gourash> Gourash held his head at the loud command, growling.
[16:09] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 18." [1d20=13]
[16:10] <Ebiris> Gourash cannot bring himself to resist these perverse commands!
[16:11] * Gourash growls and goes to hunt down and tear her apart with his bare hands, following the path he saw her take earlier.
[16:13] <Ebiris> The Githyanki does not correct Gourash's desire to kill Amonet with his bare hands as he makes his way through the dragon's lair, up past the lava and towards the cylindrical passage out. It's pitch black all around, but way down through the straight passage, he can see a golden light shining in the darkness!
[16:14] * Gourash heads straight for the light with swift strides!
[16:15] <Ebiris> Gourash rushes onwards to his destiny!
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[16:16] <Ebiris> "Amonet! Here comes trouble!" Marjorie's shrill voice jars the Aasimar from her sweet dreams of justice and good!
[16:16] * Amonet rouses, taking a look down the tunnel!
[16:17] * Gourash charges down towards the light, his eyes lacking much reason even if he's not in a full on rage yet.
[16:17] <Ebiris> As Amonet rouses herself she can see Gourash charging towards her... though curiously unarmed. He still looks pretty murderous, however as he bears down on the young servant of Horus-Re!
[16:18] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex save, Gourash
[16:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 (+5 versus traps)
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 (+5 versus traps) and gets 9." [1d20=6]
[16:19] * Amonet lets Horus-Re's divine power envolop her once more, invigorating her as Gourash rushes towards her and the pit!
[16:20] <Ebiris> Gourash charges his target, but finds that the ground beneath him isn't so solid! In a terrible case of deja-vu, the mindraped barbarian plummets through illusory flooring into a pit filled with spikes that have been smeared in a dubious and smelly substance!
[16:20] <Ebiris> roll 6d6
[16:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6d6 and gets 25." [6d6=5, 4, 2, 5, 6, 3]
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Gourash
[16:21] <Gourash> OOC: Dam reduction 1? =p
[16:21] <Gourash> roll 1d20+6
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+6 and gets 7." [1d20=1]
[16:21] <Ebiris> OOC: my mistake!
[16:22] <Gourash> OOC: =)  24 death!
[16:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d3
[16:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d3 and gets 2." [1d3=2]
[16:23] <Ebiris> OOC: init, I guess
[16:23] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:23] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 1." [1d20=1]
[16:24] <Gourash> OOC Go mode G!
[16:28] * Gourash pulls himself slowly off the painful and smelly spikes, howling in pain.
[16:28] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 19." [1d20=18]
[16:30] * Gourash grabs the walls and tries  to climb his way up towards her to tear her apart.
[16:30] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 29." [1d20=17]
[16:30] <Gourash> OOC: Climb check to get out of the spiked pit
[16:31] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to scale the wall easily in spite of his injuries, rapidly climbing up past the halfway mark... he'll reach Amonet pretty soon at this rate!
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet go when you return
[16:41] <Ebiris> [16:31] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to scale the wall easily in spite of his injuries, rapidly climbing up past the halfway mark... he'll reach Amonet pretty soon at this rate!
[16:41] <Ebiris> [16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet go when you return
[16:42] * Amonet holds her lance at the ready, Marjorie prepared to smack Gourash back into the pit should he come close enough to her!
[16:43] * Gourash continues to climb!
[16:43] <Ebiris> Ascending upwards, Gourash comes into range of Amonet's enchanted lance!
[16:45] <Amonet> And thus, the lance strikes, unwilling to let the dominated half-orc come into range with its owner!
[16:46] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 13." [1d20=2]
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: Flatfooted AC, Gourash?
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Uncanny dodge doesn't apply here
[16:49] <Gourash> OOC: 11?  I think?  Maybe less because I'm climbing.
[16:49] <Gourash> OOC: wait wrong reading
[16:49] <Gourash> OOC: 17
[16:50] <Ebiris> Unfortunately the lance only clangs off Gourash's breastplate, not managing to harm him as he ascends...
[16:50] <Ebiris> OOC: You get an AoO as well...
[16:50] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11 when at first you don't succeed....
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 when at first you don't succeed.... and gets 13." [1d20=2]
[16:51] <Ebiris> This second attack is no better, as Gourash finally pulls himself to his feet at the top of the pit!
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: you have a standard action Gourash, Amonet is in range
[16:51] * Gourash grapples amonet!
[16:52] <Gourash> OOC: *thinks it's an attack roll to grabble, yah?*
[16:52] <Ebiris> OOC: touch attack, yeah
[16:52] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12 Grapple!
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 Grapple! and gets 21." [1d20=9]
[16:52] <Ebiris> OOC: okay, that hits her touch AC I'm sure. Grapple checks both of you
[16:53] <Amonet> roll 1d20+9
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+9 and gets 12." [1d20=3]
[16:53] <Gourash> OOC: Strength check?  Or was it strength + BaB?
[16:53] <Ebiris> OOC: bab + str
[16:53] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 28." [1d20=16]
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: unarmed strike damage for Gourash, so 1d3+str nonlethal
[16:57] * Gourash attempts to brutally rip her apart with his bare hands!
[16:57] <Gourash> roll 1d3+5
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d3+5 and gets 8." [1d3=3]
[16:58] <Ebiris> Gourash's meaty orchands paw at Amonet, bruising her delicate celestial flesh as he grabs onto her!
[16:58] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[16:59] <Amonet> Crying out to Horus-Re, Amonet activates her medal and attempts to push the two of them back, towards the pit!
[17:00] <Amonet> roll 1d20+9
[17:00] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+9 and gets 21." [1d20=12]
[17:02] <Amonet> OOC: Actually activating it if/when I fail!
[17:02] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 20." [1d20=8]
[17:03] <Ebiris> With a mighty shove, Amonet barrels Gourash off the ledge, plummeting down right after him, herself!
[17:03] <Ebiris> roll 6d6 Amonet
[17:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6d6 Amonet and gets 15." [6d6=1, 1, 1, 6, 5, 1]
[17:03] <Ebiris> roll 6d6 Gourash
[17:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6d6 Gourash and gets 20." [6d6=4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 6]
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Amonet
[17:04] <Amonet> roll 1d20+14
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+14 and gets 22." [1d20=8]
[17:05] <Ebiris> Falling down the deep pit, both Amonet and Gourash land heavily, being speared by several grime encrusted spikes as they hit the ground! Amonet hangs together, despite her wounds, while Gourash goes limp, blood draining quite freely from his battered form.
[17:06] <Amonet> "I'm sorry, Friend, but this was the best way," she tells him sadly, before using a minor spell and a prayer to Horus-Re to stabilize Gourash.
[17:07] <Ebiris> Gourash at least stops bleeding, but he's in a bad way... filthy, too. Although Amonet perhaps isn't one to cast judgement at this precise moment.
[17:08] <Amonet> This is perhaps one of the worst moments of her life, she muses, searching for a way out of the pit, and whether the path Gourash clawed out of the ground as he was climbing out would make things easier for her now.
[17:08] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8 heal
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 heal and gets 23." [1d20=15]
[17:09] <Ebiris> It's pretty steep... Gourash was a skilled climber, but others probably would have trouble getting out of here. That said, one could brace off the corners to make it a bit easier. "Ugh... at least he's still alive?" Marjorie opines faintly.
[17:10] <Amonet> "The plan succeeded, for what that is worth," Amonet responds, and turns her attention to the spikes near one of the sides, and whether she could clear up enough of them with her lance to make slipping and falling back in a less dangerous proposition.
[17:11] <Ebiris> Probably. There isn't much room to maneuvre here, but Marjorie's a heavily enchanted magical weapon, and these are just crappy rusty spikes. Shouldn't be too hard to wreck them.
[17:11] * Amonet does so!
[17:11] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save
[17:12] <Amonet> roll 1d20+14
[17:12] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+14 and gets 31." [1d20=17]
[17:13] <Ebiris> It takes a little work, but thankfully Marjorie doesn't complain as she's put to this unglamourous task, most of the spikes snapped apart or bent beyond recognition soon enough. Falling down a pit this deep would still hurt, but it wouldn't be nearly as bad, now.
[17:14] * Amonet takes off her armor, bundles it, and ties a length of rope to it and herself, more than long enough to let her climb out first and then pull it up from the ground.
[17:15] <Ebiris> This is easily accomplished.
[17:15] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save
[17:15] <Amonet> roll 1d20+14
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+14 and gets 34." [1d20=20]
[17:15] * Amonet attempts to climb up, slowly and cautiously, following Gourash's path!
[17:15] <Ebiris> OOC: climb check
[17:16] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4
[17:16] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 and gets 18." [1d20=14]
[17:17] <Ebiris> The rough rock presents just enough handholds for Amonet to negotiate, and she's able to brace her feet on the perpendicular side of the pit at the corner when the going gets tough, so in short order she's able to ascend back to the surface.
[17:17] * Amonet gets her armor back, and then puts it back on, before using a small amount of her water and a rug to clean herself and her things as best as she can.
[17:19] <Ebiris> It would take more water than Amonet has to make herself presentable, but she's at least able to do a passable job of clearing up her wounds.
[17:21] <Amonet> Moderately hygienic would do, for now. "I feel we now must try to wait it out, Marjorie," she tells the lance, settling down next to the pit. "Our friends must return eventually, and even if we didn't have to worry about leaving Gourash on his own, we may not be able to get to the outside without flying."
[17:22] <Ebiris> "So what'll we do when he wakes up, then?" Marjorie asks worriedly.
[17:23] <Amonet> "We shall watch him. Before he is to wake up, I will be forced to keep him unconscious, even at the cost of harming him when he cannot defend himself," Amonet tells her firmly. "I would not be taking this course of action if I did not believe it in his best interest. Should he disagree when his mind is his own again, I will make whatever reparations to him that he asks for."
[17:25] <Ebiris> "I guess so... I just hope those two that attacked us don't come back. What was that all about, anyway? They seemed awfully interested in Miss Alveria," Marjorie goes on curiously.
[17:26] <Amonet> "If they do, they may just find they have bitten off more then they can chew," Amonet responds ominously, resolving to keep the figurine they found near the lance's previous incarnation at hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice. "Friend Alveria is indeed their target," she agrees. "However, due to no fault of her own, and they would not listen to reason when it comes to her."
[17:29] <Ebiris> "I hope you're right..." Marjorie mutters hesitantly.
[17:29] <Ebiris> OOC: just going to chill until Alvie and Keylin get back and periodically knock Gourash out?
[17:29] <Amonet> OOC: Yes. And keep the figurine of holy rape nearby. Plus refresh spells or something, if it matters.
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: we'll go through one instance of Gourash waking up and if no trouble happens there we'll assume you keep him under control every time it happens
[17:30] <Amonet> OOC: Sure! And like suggested, I can use Major Image indefinitely to keep hidden~
[17:31] <Ebiris> OOC: set up what image you're going with as well, then
[17:31] <Amonet> OOC: There is a pit with a bleeding Gourash inside! And nothing else.  >_>
[17:33] <Ebiris> The following morning Gourash begins to regain consciousness... everything's hazy, but two words sustain him... Kill Bi- Amonet! Yes, he must find her and then rip and tear, rip and tear! He finds himself back in that accursed pit, although the spikes appear to have been broken and cleared to the sides.
[17:33] <Ebiris> following afternoon*
[17:36] <Gourash> OOC: ;_;
[17:36] * Gourash growls nonsensically, pulling himself to his feet in hunting of the accursed paladin.
[17:38] * Amonet is ready, keeping herself behind Gourash as her hand glows softly with the might of Horus-Re! And then, she tries to tap him lightly on his shoulder and send him back into painless slumber.
[17:39] <Amonet> OOC: Or not~
[17:40] * Amonet stands near the edge of the pit, invisible to Gourash's senses and calling upon the might of Horus-Re to empower her!
[17:40] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:40] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[17:40] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 18." [1d20=17]
[17:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[17:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 10." [1d20=10]
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: same topic as before. Go, Gourash
[17:41] <Gourash> Gourash looks around the pit, and, seeing nothing of his target, proceeds to climb out once more.
[17:41] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12 and gets 16." [1d20=4]
[17:42] <Ebiris> Gourash is able to clamber up the pit, clearing half the distance to the top in short order...
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:43] * Amonet prays for Horus-Re to guide her hand as she steps out of the way, still keeping her close enough to strike at his flank or back, should luck smile upon her.
[17:43] <Amonet> OOC: Guidance~
[17:44] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:45] * Gourash continues climbing to the top.
[17:45] <Ebiris> Gourash reaches the top and hauls himself up, finding himself face to face with Amonet, who has a clear shot against the unarmed barbarian as he focuses on clambering to his feet!
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: AoO for Amonet
[17:45] <Amonet> OOC: Not taking it~
[17:46] <Ebiris> OOC: standard action for Gourash
[17:46] * Gourash sees amonet again... and bullrushes her!
[17:47] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet has another chance for an AoO
[17:47] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[17:48] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12 don't fail~
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 don't fail~ and gets 17." [1d20=5]
[17:49] <Ebiris> Amonet misses, but Gourash's bull rush is fairly feeble and accomplishes nothing, either...
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:49] <Amonet> OOC: Is he close enough to touch without moving?
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: yes, you're adjacent
[17:50] <Amonet> Her hand glowing with the fury of the sun god, Amonet outstretches it towards the half-orc's face, seeking to tap his forehead before she moves away, her lance at the ready, guarding her retreat.
[17:50] <Amonet> roll 1d20+9 touch, inflict
[17:50] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+9 touch, inflict and gets 18." [1d20=9]
[17:50] <Ebiris> OOC: damage
[17:51] <Amonet> roll 1d8+2
[17:51] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+2 and gets 9." [1d8=7]
[17:51] <Ebiris> Negative energy flowing through him, Gourash crumples bonelessly to the floor at Amonet's feet!
[17:51] <Amonet> With the threat eliminated, Amonet stabilizes him again before checking his body for poison.
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: heal check
[17:52] <Amonet> OOC: Detect Poison doesn't work?
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: Sorry, didn't know you had a spell
[17:52] <Ebiris> Gourash is stabilised, though no poisons are in evidence.
[17:53] <Amonet> "Excellent," Amonet says, more to herself than for Marjorie's sake, and proceeds to bind his hands behind his back, before tying them to his ankles and generally making it easier for her to subdue him next time he is to awaken.
[17:54] <Ebiris> OOC: I'd say make a use rope check, but if you're going to inflict him at the first sign of him waking up it doesn't really matter, so let's assume you keep him under control as long as it matters and we'll pause here.
[17:54] <Amonet> OOC: Works for me~

[Ebiris]

[15:23] <Ebiris> The following day after arriving in Everlund, Alveria and Keylin get up bright and early so that they can visit the temple of Hela Brightaxe, this time meeting the head priestess, a stocky and overly muscled dwarven female with elaborately braided blonde hair, attired in shining full plate and with a horned helmet perched atop her head. "Well met, I am Kaxanar Stonecutter. I was told you were looking for a cursed transformation to be undone?"
[15:23] <Ebiris> undone?"
[15:24] <Alveria> "No. Wait, I mean, yes," replies Alveria, producing a small bag and handing it over.
[15:24] <Ebiris> The dwarf takes the bag and shakes it a little, holding it up and cocking her head towards it as if listening for something.
[15:25] <Alveria> "Hey, be careful, there's a mouse inside! I cut little airholes there so it can breath and stuff."
[15:26] <Ebiris> "Oh," Kaxanar looks embarrassed, even if her voice is still fairly gruff. "I thought it had coins or gems in it... for payment, you know? Ahh, anyway, shall we retire to a private room so I can try my hand at breaking the curse?"
[15:28] <Alveria> "Oh, I've got some gold and.. stuff, yeah," replies Alveria, pulling out a different bag and handing it over, too.
[15:30] <Ebiris> Accepting the bag, Kaxanar hands it to an acolyte as she leads Alveria to a sideroom, closing the door behind her once the elf is inside and setting the bag down on the floor, loosening the string on it so that its occupant can come out. "Come on out so I can see you?" she asks, before glancing at Alveria, "The curse hasn't taken their mind, right?"
[15:30] <Alveria> "I don't know, that's why I kept them in the bag," she replies, coughing.
[15:33] <Ebiris> Assuming Keylin exits the bag, Kaxanar proceeds to chant some sort of sermon in Dwarvish while waving her arms around...
[15:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10
[15:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 and gets 19." [1d20=9]
[15:33] <Ebiris> But nothing happens!
[15:34] <Alveria> "Oh, crap! Maybe I picked up the wrong mouse..."
[15:34] <Ebiris> Coughing embarrassedly, "Ah... I prepared the spell twice in case this might happen. Let me try again?" the dwarven priestess asks, before repeating the process.
[15:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10
[15:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 and gets 12." [1d20=2]
[15:36] <Ebiris> And yet Keylin remains a rat. "Blast... that's me out for today, and no one else here can cast it. I can try again tomorrow, or you can get your money back and try another temple if it's urgent? I know the Selunites normally have someone prepare that spell on a daily basis, so..."
[15:37] <Alveria> "Well, I guess that's what I'll be doing, then," replies Alveria, unhappily. "Come on, Keylin!" she calls, laying out a hand for the mouse to climb into.
[15:38] * Keylin squeeks sadly and gets up on Alveria's hand.
[15:39] <Alveria> "Don't worry! The temple of the moon-people will surely fix you up!" she pronounces, once she's outside the dwarven temple.
[15:39] <Ebiris> And so in short order the unusual duo make their way to Moonwell Abbey, where a sympathetic Selunite priestess is only too happy to have a crack at breaking the curse, for the exact same price as was charged by Hela Brightaxe's temple!
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 15." [1d20=4]
[15:40] <Ebiris> And they're willing to try again, too!
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 22." [1d20=11]
[15:41] <Ebiris> Finally, in a puff of smoke, Keylin is returned to her healthy naked human form! There is much rejoicing!
[15:43] <Alveria> "Hurray! Now get dressed, we're heading off immediately," pronounces Alveria, throwing a bag of clothes at Keylin and a bag of money at the Selunite.
[15:43] <Ebiris> "Hurray!" the Selunite echoes, clutching the money to her bosom.
[15:45] <Keylin> "Eep!" Keylin exclaims as she rapidly tries to get dressed again.
[15:46] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay, so heading straight back to the volcano?
[15:46] <Alveria> OOC: I would like a divination from whichever cleric has it prepared.
[15:47] <Alveria> OOC: I'd also like to purchase a wand of CLW!
[15:47] <Alveria> OOC: I can sell the arrow-catching gloves to produce the necessary monies.
[15:47] <Ebiris> Heading back to the Hall of Valour, Kaxanar is happy to see that Keylin has been de-ratted, and is able to cast the divination spell that Alveria asked for last night. "What wisdom do you seek from the Luckmaiden?" she asks.
[15:48] <Alveria> "I'd like her to shed some light on the dangers and problems I'm going to face in returning to my friends, who are in a volcano, and rescuing this huge pile of money we found without getting killed by psychotic extraplanars along the way."
[15:49] <Ebiris> "I think the dangers would be self evident," Kaxanar responds dryly as she begins to light incense. "But very well, let me see..."
[15:49] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[15:49] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 59." [1d100=59]
[15:53] <Ebiris> After ten minutes of soft chanting, Kaxanar opens her eyes. "Precautions of deception and concealment will avail you not if you return to where you met before. Come prepared for battle or come not at all, else the treasure will spell your doom." She takes a deep breath, "More do I see... Success is balanced on an edge, and to carry too much may mean drag you off the path of victory and into despair."
[15:53] <Ebiris> She then shakes her head and rises, "No more does the Luckmaiden share."
[15:54] <Ebiris> OOC: -425gp for the divination, btw
[15:54] <Alveria> "I see. I understand," replies Alveria, nodding. "Alright."
[15:54] <Alveria> OOC: How much was the curing?
[15:54] <Alveria> OOC: 450gp?
[15:54] <Ebiris> OOC: 500gp for the break enchantment. 750gp for the wand of CLW.
[15:55] <Alveria> OOC: So 925+750 = 1675 total, right
[15:55] <Ebiris> OOC: your math is irrefutable
[15:55] <Alveria> OOC: oHO
[15:55] <Alveria> OOC: Anyone now we'll pack up and head back to the volcano.
[15:56] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay, heading back in the same way you left it last time?
[15:56] <Keylin> ooc: do you have my trusty bow and arrows or did you leave them a pile of hot molten lava?
[15:56] <Alveria> OOC: I have your stuff.
[15:56] <Keylin> ooc: excellent!
[15:57] <Alveria> OOC: Can you tell me about the outside of the volcano again?
[15:58] <Ebiris> OOC: It has several slopes and inclines up around its circumference. It's *extremely cold*. There are dozens of caves dotted around it.
[15:59] <Alveria> OOC: Ok. I'm gonna do my spells, sec.
[15:59] <Alveria> OOC: Keylin, if you have any bright ideas, let me know. >.>
[16:01] <Keylin> ooc we can hire mercenaries to aid us, and then slit their throats when the job's done!
[16:03] <Alveria> OOC: You're fired.
[16:04] <Keylin> ooc: d'oh!
[16:10] <Ebiris> Making a beeline straight for the volcano, Alveria and Keylin are able to return quicker than they made their initial journey to Everlund, though it does still involve one night roughing it in the wilderness at the foothills of the mountain. Still, they are able to make their way up the peak in short order the following morn, presumably inured to the cold with their potions of endure elements. (more)
[16:11] <Ebiris> Entering via the same shaft they left by, which is presumably closest to the dragon's former lair, the pair begin to descend down the steep stalactite and stalagmite filled passageway...
[16:11] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks, lemme know if you have a light source
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: I do, the almighty gem of light
[16:12] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 17." [1d20=5]
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: We really need to buy one of those rods >.>
[16:12] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[16:12] <Keylin> ooc: it's a tie!
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: That means you win
[16:13] <Keylin> ooc: only if we were competing against each other!
[16:14] <Ebiris> The duo are about halfway down on their descent when suddenly a grotesquely elongated limb ending in a three fingered hand all covered in barbed hooks lashes out at Keylin!
[16:14] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:14] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[16:15] <Ebiris> But it misses, only scraping off her armour without harming her!
[16:15] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[16:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 9." [1d20=3]
[16:15] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 and gets 8." [1d20=7]
[16:16] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 23." [1d20=19]
[16:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:19] <Keylin> "Yikes!" Keylni exclaims as she's almost hit, as she pulls out her bow, preparing to fire if the creature attacks again.
[16:21] <Keylin> ooc; scratch
[16:22] <Keylin> "Yikes!" Keylin exclaims as she's almost hit, as she pulls out her maul and attempts to brain the thing.
[16:22] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8
[16:22] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+8 and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[16:23] <Ebiris> Keylin's strike is no better, only impacting on the stalactite and missing the choker! Still, it seems to have had enough now that its potential prey is fighting back, and instead chooses to retreat, swinging onto another stalactite and fleeing further up the passage, using the rocky outcroppings for cover!
[16:23] <Alveria> "Do you ever find yourself regretting the decision to be an adventurer?" queries Alveria, diving deeper into the volcano.
[16:24] <Keylin> "Sometimes," the scout snorts. "It's a safer job than being in the army though, I'd have to say."
[16:25] <Alveria> "Really? I guess you can always run away without getting thrown in prison for desertion this way. Pay's better, too," muses the invoker, spiraling ever-closer to that T-junction. "It's a godawful pity about those stupid freaks. It'd really be much more fun without them."
[16:26] <Ebiris> Descending further into the pit, Alveria and Keylin can see light ahead! Upon reaching the circular horizontal tunnel at the bottom of the rugged passage up the way, they can see the light source emanates from the left, a bright and warm glow like the sun emanating from further along.
[16:28] <Alveria> "Oh? This wasn't here before," states Alveria. "It's either the Gith, setting a cunning trap, or it's Amonet.. only one way to find out." Landing on part of the flat service just before the corner, Alveria peeks around...
[16:28] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[16:29] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 15." [1d20=12]
[16:29] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 18." [1d20=6]
[16:30] <Ebiris> It's some ways off, but Alveria and Keylin can both make out Amonet's shiny armour and brown hair in the distance, sitting opposite a tied up bald half-orc.
[16:30] * Keylin blinks. "Am I seeing things, or is Gourash tied up?"
[16:31] * Alveria facepalms, and bravely starts walking towards the duo. "He got dominated, I'm not surprised," replies Alveria, casually.
[16:32] <Ebiris> Getting closer, both can see a pit just in front of their friends, while Marjorie's voice pipes up, "Amonet, look! Miss Alveria and Miss Keylin are back!"
[16:32] <Alveria> "-yeesh, dangerous," winces Alveria. "Hey, Amonet! I brought you a present," she calls, using the broom to head over to the other side.
[16:33] <Amonet> "Oh, hello!" Amonet greets Alveria. "Do you think you could do something about poor Gourash now? It just isn't healthy for him to keep on trying to murder me in my sleep."
[16:34] <Alveria> "Oh. Um, probably. Let's see if I'm better at this than those clerics. It took *four tries* for them to fix up Keylin," remarks Alveria, standing before Gourash and letting loose with the first of her two dispels!
[16:34] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 tsk
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 tsk and gets 9." [1d6=5]
[16:34] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9 this looks promising
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 this looks promising and gets 16." [1d20=7]
[16:34] <Ebiris> Gourash does not look any different.
[16:35] <Alveria> "Well, I guess I wouldn't know until I check," mutters the witch, taking the time to cast detect magic and have a looksee.
[16:35] <Ebiris> Magic beyond Alveria's ken still swirls around Gourash's insensate form!
[16:36] <Amonet> "I could ask Horus-Re's aid if you try again?" Amonet suggests.
[16:36] <Alveria> "Oh, drat, it's still there. We could be here for days yet. Yes, yes, by all means. I had a divination done, by the way- they're probably waiting for us at the gold."
[16:38] <Alveria> 1d6+4 again
[16:38] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 again and gets 9." [1d6=5]
[16:38] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9 tsk
[16:38] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 tsk and gets 25." [1d20=16]
[16:39] <Ebiris> Blasted away by Alveria's arcane puissance, the enchantment affecting Gourash dissipates harmlessly!
[16:39] * Alveria folds her arms and nods approvingly. "He should be safe to approach, now."
[16:40] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 retro-fort saves for Gourash
[16:40] <Amonet> "Most excellent!" Amonet announces, and heals Gourash up enough for him to regain conciousness.
[16:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 25." [1d20=19]
[16:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 17." [1d20=11]
[16:42] <Gourash> OOC: We're you rolling those for me?
[16:42] <Ebiris> Under Amonet's healing ministrations, Gourash groggily returns to consciousness, his mind his own for the first time in days!
[16:42] <Ebiris> OOC: yes
[16:43] * Gourash groans. "That...stupid voice...That actually hurt."
[16:43] <Amonet> "I should think so," Amonet agrees brightly, holding Marjorie.
[16:44] * Alveria hands Amonet a new wand. "Yeah. Present, here you go. I noticed the other one ran out, and, well, you know."
[16:44] <Amonet> "Oh, it did! Thank you!"
[16:45] * Alveria pauses. "Anyway, I think those two slimebags are waiting for us near the gold. They probably don't know when we're going to come, they're just figuring that we will... and apparently, we won't be able to use magic or anything to cheat our way around them."
[16:45] <Alveria> "So I guess we're just going to have to kill them. Amonet, you've got protection from evil spells, right? They'll block out dominates for their duration."
[16:45] * Gourash stretches, straining the ropes around him strongly. "Get these things off, or I'll rip them."
[16:46] <Gourash> "Killing them sounds good," Gourash gave  a toothy snarl.
[16:46] <Amonet> "I have several of them ready, though not enough for everyone," Amonet agrees, healing the half-orc with her new wand. "Stay still a moment longer," she chides him as the healing takes place.
[16:47] <Ebiris> In short order, Gourash is completely healed back to full strength! He's pretty hungry, though, not having had a chance to eat while being unconscious all that time...
[16:49] * Gourash looks pleased at his healing wounds, showing inordinate patience  in not tearing AMonet's ropes.
[16:50] <Amonet> The ropes are carefully cut away and thrown into the pit, an alternative to burning them outright.
[16:53] <Ebiris> With everyone healed and spoiling for a fight, the party does the only logical thing: Take a nap.
[16:53] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:53] <Alveria> OOC: They weren't trying before, bitches.
[16:53] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 18." [1d20=13]
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: they had a dominated half-orc before
[16:55] <Alveria> OOC: But you said they had no idea if the dominate had been cut in the first place or not.
[16:55] <Alveria> OOC: OR was that just if he was dead? Ah well.
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: they know as long as the spell is up, and Gourash's occassional wakeups told them where him and Amonet were. Anyway, moving on.
[16:57] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check, Keylin
[17:02] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 29." [1d20=17]
[17:04] <Ebiris> As she keeps her lonely vigil of her sleeping comrades, Keylin can dimly make out something in the darkness, past the effective light shed by Marjorie. It's very faint, but she can just make out a pair of humanoid figures seemingly appearing out of thin air further down the tunnel...
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: everyone roll init, Keylin and Gith act in surprise round
[17:04] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 18." [1d20=18]
[17:05] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 and gets 14." [1d20=8]
[17:05] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 wizard
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 wizard and gets 16." [1d20=8]
[17:05] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 warrior
[17:05] <Alveria> OOC: If Keylin wins init, she should ready an action to shoot the wizard.
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 warrior and gets 12." [1d20=10]
[17:05] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 11." [1d20=10]
[17:06] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[17:06] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 6." [1d20=2]
[17:08] <Keylin> "We have company, people!" Keylin shouts as she tries to get ready for an attack.
[17:11] <Ebiris> As Keylin calls out her warning, one of the distant figures waves its arms, seeming to be casting a spell as suddenly a swarm of etherial piranhas manifest all around the party, floating through the air and biting into everyone! If her yell didn't wake them up, that sure would... except Alveria, who seems to be inside a the proverbial eye of the storm and unhurt!
[17:11] <Ebiris> roll 3d8
[17:11] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8 and gets 9." [3d8=5, 3, 1]
[17:12] <Ebiris> A moment after that, the other figure steps into a silvery doorway and vanishes from Keylin's sight!
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:15] * Keylin moves away from the others and shoots at the spellcaster. "I have a bone to pick with you!"
[17:15] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 11." [1d20=2]
[17:16] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow sails off into the darkness, not seeming to land too close to the Githyanki wizard!
[17:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:17] <Amonet> Chanting an uplifting prayer to Horus-Re, Amonet calls out to Gourash, "A little bit of divine help to aid you!" and taps him on the shoulder. Satisfied with the protective spell she wove over him, Amonet then steps closer to Alveria, seeking to protect her should the enemy blackguard emerge nearby!
[17:22] <Ebiris> The Githyanki spellcaster seems to be waiting for something...
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[17:25] <Alveria> Alveria stays prone on the ground for now, firing of a volley of fiery blasts at the mage who looms so far away! OOC: I'm casting scorching ray, and I'm also throwing out a channeled pyroblast as a swift action.
[17:26] <Ebiris> OOC: make your caster level checks, then
[17:26] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[17:26] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 10." [1d6=5]
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 6." [1d6=1]
[17:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 21." [1d20=11]
[17:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 and gets 9." [1d20=3]
[17:26] <Ebiris> OOC: scorching ray beats SR, pyroblast doesn't
[17:26] <Alveria> OOC: Sadness
[17:27] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4 toucher
[17:27] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4 toucher
[17:27] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 toucher and gets 11." [1d20=7]
[17:27] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 toucher and gets 8." [1d20=4]
[17:27] <Ebiris> A trio of fiery blasts lance out towards the Githyanki in the darkness! Two of them sail wide, while the pyroblast seems to impact, yet doesn't cause even a flinch!
[17:30] <Ebiris> On the other side of the party, the Githyanki Blackguard makes his presence felt, holding his sword loosely in one hand while he gestures in a pushing motion with the other at Amonet, a vicious snarl on his face!
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: strength check, Amonet
[17:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 and gets 20." [1d20=16]
[17:31] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 22." [1d20=16]
[17:33] <Ebiris> Amonet is shoved perilously close to the pit that she and Gourash have grown to know and love so well, but she maintains her footing and resists, able to keep from being shoved into it! Farther away, the other Githyanki casts a spell, shooting off a crackling purple beam of energy at Gourash!
[17:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[17:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 19." [1d20=11]
[17:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+5
[17:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+5 and gets 6." [1d6=1]
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: 6 points strength damage to Gourash
[17:34] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:35] * Gourash rolls to his feet and rushes the mage with a growl, though only getting a few feet this turn clearly.
[17:37] <Ebiris> roll 3d8 since I forgot earlier
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8 since I forgot earlier and gets 7." [3d8=2, 3, 2]
[17:38] <Ebiris> As the battle rages, the ghostly piranhas continue to savage Gourash and Keylin, outside of the safe zone where Amonot and Alveria hide!
[17:39] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:41] * Keylin grimaces at the pirahnas. 'I hate magic,' she thinks before moving back towards the two currently not getting bitten slowly to death, before firing another arrow at the warlock.
[17:41] <Keylin> roll 1d20+9
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+9 and gets 21." [1d20=12]
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 12." [1d100=12]
[17:42] <Ebiris> Keylin's shot is on target, yet somehow the arrow seems to get lost amid the distant figure's blurry form!
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:44] <Amonet> "Brightness most magnificent, angelic radiance given form! I beseech you, I invoke you! Destroy the evil standing in our way!" Amonet calls out, throwing the figurine of a quesar she had been holding onto towards the villainous mage, close enough so that it could consume the gith with its brilliance! Not waiting to see the results, she steps back from the edge of the pit, shielding Alverie with her body from the blackguard, lance at the rea
[17:44] <Amonet>  lance at the ready.
[17:46] <Ebiris> The wondrously crafted crystalline statue sails through the air, before landing with a sharp sounding crack on the cavern floor! With a sudden flare of blinding light, a slender but beautiful humanoid creature appears, carved out of blue crystal with more precision than any artisan could aspire to! (more)
[17:47] <Ebiris> It only takes a moment for the Quesar to take in the situation, before it flies towards the Githyanki wizard, who recoils slightly as the light around it grows in intensity, before erupting in a sudden violent flash!
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 and gets 7." [1d20=3]
[17:50] <Ebiris> When the light clears, a large segment of the tunnel has been widened, forming a glassy sphere all around the Quesar, and leaving behind no trace of the Githyanki mage!
[17:50] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[17:52] <Alveria> Alveria crows in delight. Having picked herself up off the ground, she makes an unmistakable gesture at the blackguard, rolls up her sleeves, and after throwing a cursory bolt of fire at the warrior, she points the finger behind the Blackguard, summoning up.. an enormours, glowing bison, that proceeds to charge into the bastard with extreme prejudice!
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 pyroblast
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 pyroblast and gets 10." [1d6=5]
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 bison
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 bison and gets 6." [1d6=2]
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 SR
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 SR and gets 18." [1d20=8]
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: beats SR
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 10d4 (ref 21 half)
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 10d4 (ref 21 half) and gets 25." [10d4=3, 4, 3, 1, 3, 3, 3, 2, 2, 1]
[17:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[17:53] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 12." [1d20=1]
[17:53] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 charging bull using SMITE EVIL
[17:53] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+11 charging bull using SMITE EVIL and gets 27." [1d20=16]
[17:53] <Ebiris> The fiery blast slams into the Blackguard, making him recoil in pain!
[17:53] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[17:53] <Alveria> roll 1d8+13
[17:53] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d8+13 and gets 16." [1d8=3]
[17:54] <Ebiris> Glowing with the divine radiance of the heavens, the bison moos angrily, seeming to cry out against all the evil ever committed by this cold-hearted villian, before slamming its horns into him with a sickening crunch that compacts his breastplate, sending him reeling!
[17:57] <Ebiris> "Such power..." he grinds out in common, before raising his sword in what appears to be a salute. "You have earned this respite, Alveria Calhadre. But make no mistake, we will meet again." And with that, he steps away from the bison and vanishes into a glowing doorway that closes behind him without a trace...
[17:58] <Amonet> "And don't come back, evildoer!" Amonet shouts as he leaves.
[17:58] <Alveria> "I rather hope we don't," mutters Alveria. "I cannot wait for this thing to get removed."