17: Tyrannosorcerous Rex

[Sierra]

<Koaway> ---
<Koaway> Thus the party is prepared to continue down! OOC: Marching order? Any special precautions or thing sof note here?
<Daerev> OOC: I'll be like second.
<Koaway> Thus the party is prepared to continue down! OOC: Marching order? Any special precautions or thing sof note here?
<Koaway> OOC: Okay Daerev.
<Chloe> OOC: Whoever is in front, I'm in second place. Concentration checks is bad, mmkay?
<Fiora> OOC: Morana should take point, Hamish take rear, everyone else in the middle. Chloe should be further back then second, frankly.
<Iris> ooc: Iris is near the back but not last, as usual.
<Daerev> OOC: I've got like +15 Concentration, so I'm good being closer up front.
<Chloe> OOC: Third, then
<Koaway> OOC: Okay then. Moving on.
<Koaway> The party proceeds down in the morning light. After a few hours of travel, the path widens and becomes mildly less strenous. As you go on, there's a cave in the mountainside, the path passing by it. A curtain covers most of the entrance, and a signpost is nearby it.
* Daerev takes a small detour to read the sign while he walks.
<Iris> The purpose of a sign is to be read. Iris does so!
<Koaway> It reads: FRIENDS OF YSGARD AND LOVERS OF BATTLE! This is my gift to you! Open this curtain in case of boredom plagues you or if you desire to sate your warrior's spirit!
<Daerev> "So. What lives in caves that wants to kill us?"
<Iris> "I suggest that we walk by," Iris says.
* Chloe raises an eyebrow. "I hope that's a rhetorical question."
<Fiora> "I would have to agree. Fighting here for training is not a bad idea, but I'd like to find something resembling civilization to base out of, first." Fiora nods to Iris.
* Daerev nods and continues on past it.
* Chloe follows the party!
* Morana looks a bit disappointed but also follows! She can see the reason in seeking civilization first too.
<Koaway> On the party goes. You walk another few hours - a brief break for lunch is without incident - and at last come to something. The mountain path wraps around tightly. Ahead is seems to expand - into a narrow path through a heavy thicket of pine trees. Past it, like a glimpse through a looking glass, you can see what looks to be wooden cabins.
<Daerev> "Shall we?"
<Iris> "There does not appear to be an alternative path," Iris notes, proceeding into the...village?
* Fiora proceeds forward, looking about to count how many cabins she can see.
* Morana keeps an eye out for any war-happy crazy Ysgardians trying to jump them as they approach.
* Daerev recognizes the trend of past encounters and takes a moment to cast Greater Mage Armor on himself.
<Koaway> OOC: Spot checks, all.
<Fiora> roll 1d20+2 spot
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 1d20+2 spot and gets 21."12 [1d20=19]
<Iris> roll 1d20+13
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 18."12 [1d20=5]
<Daerev> roll d20+11 Spot
* Hatbot --> "Daerev rolls d20+11 Spot and gets 21."12 [d20=10]
<Morana> roll d20+10
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+10 and gets 28."12 [d20=18]
<Koaway> As you advance on you find the thicket peaceful. Past it are dozens of log cabins - really rather ramshackle and with thatched roofs. No one's around offhand.
<Daerev> "Shall we check them out? Even if they aren't in the best condition, there could be something valuable."
* Iris follows her draconic companion's lead and summons an aura of magical protection, just in case. "If you wish," she says with a nod. "Do knock first?"
<Daerev> "Of course. No need to be impolite."
* Daerev warily approaches the first cabin and knocks, awaiting the inevitable ambush.
<Koaway> The door opens. The person that opens it is easily seven feet tall, a slab of manly muscle from top to bottom. HIs voice is a booming bass, wearing naught but a loincloth and a strap to hold the axe on his back in place. His hair is brown and wild, as a thick beard joins it. "Yeah?"
<Daerev> "Er... We are fairly newly arrived on Ysgard.. Would you happen to be able to tell us where the nearest town is?"
<Fiora> "Excuse me," Fiora smiles at the man, "My companions and I are new to Ysgard, and were hoping to find some directions. Are there any towns or cities or anything of the like nearby?"
<Morana> "...And are you friends with any guy that dresses JUST like you and likes to jump new visitors to Ysgard?" Morana can't help but add, eyeing his appearance and the axe on his back.
* Chloe flinches slightly at the sight of the loincloth. "Preferably with people who wear more clothing."
<Koaway> "I was about to go bathe," He retorts, laughing deep in his belly, "This is Warsaan. Isn't much in the way of towns around here. We rest all day and spend the nights fighting each other."
<Chloe> "It sounds very," Chloe scrambles for a diplomatic turn of phrase, "...manly. Let me put it this way. Are there any towns around here that have a market or perhaps some merchants?"
<Koaway> "Smelly bastard down that way," Jerking a thumb further down the road, "Might know, he's our blacksmith. It's the door with the carving of an anvil on it. Knock on the on the door and tell him he's a slow witted bastard who's going to bleed out on an axe tonight."
<Daerev> "I'm.. Not sure if that's such a good idea or not. We can't trade with him if we have to kill him first."
* Chloe nods in appreciate. "Right. Tell the blacksmith very manly things are going to happen to him. Our thanks."
<Iris> "I will leave the honor of making that greeting to someone else," Iris says with some distaste.
* Daerev proceeds to the mentioned door and knocks.
<Koaway> Going on, Daerev finds the door. A few knocks gets a man to come. He's older looking but still muscled, arms bulging out of his leather vest. He yawns deeply, "What the hell do all of you want this time of day?"
<Daerev> "Trade. And the man at the end, in that cabin there *points* told us to tell you that he's going to kill you with an axe tonight."
* Daerev nods.
* Chloe nods in a wise manner. "Many manly things happens on this plane."
<Koaway> "Well, glad you said so!" Grinning at this, "Come on in, all of you!"
* Fiora laughs, "Thank you. It's nice to find that not everyone in Ysgard attacks everyone they meet without even exchanging greetings."
* Daerev looks at the others, shrugs, and goes in, bending down a bit and drawing his wings close to keep from hitting them.
* Chloe looks a bit incredulous at the party for trusting a complete stranger, but decides to follow them in anyway. Solidarity and all that.
<Koaway> It's a ramshackle cabin. The floor is lined with bearskin rugs, weapons hanging all over the walls. A tilting, off balance table is surrounded by several chairs. "So what are you looking for here? You must be desperate or lost if you're seeking trade in the untamed regions."
<Daerev> "More the latter, sir. We're trying to find our way to a larger town or city."
<Iris> "My principal interest is merely knowing where we are," Iris confirms. "We are new arrivals to Ysgard."
* Chloe idly inspects the weapons on the walls, listening to the conversation unfold.
<Koaway> "There's no big cities within months of travel here, at least." Rubbing his bearded chin as he sits down in one of the chairs, "It's all villages that fight against the others or against each other. Inb etween there's lots of monsters to fight, mountains to climb and volcanoes to deal with."
<Fiora> "Hmm," Fiora concentrates on the shard sense, then points off in the direction it pulls her to, "do you know what we could expect to find travelling that way?"
<Iris> Iris's shoulders slump with visible disappointment.
<Daerev> "That.. Is a lot of travel. But, if we've no where else to go.."
* Daerev shrugs.
<Morana> "Do you guys just invade each other a lot, or do you set up contests and such for your village fights?" Morana asks curiously.
<Koaway> "THAT way? Sure. Heads along some wild lands to the Degans Vocano. It's great fun," His voice picks up, "I go there to get burning iron. It's full of salamanders, fire spirits and fire giants! You can spend weeks fighting in it if you want to!" Turning ot Morana, "Exactly! We fight for ever, every day and night! Isn't the afterlife incredible?"
* Chloe blanches. "*Weeks*!?"
* Daerev sighs.
<Koaway> "Well, you can walk through it in less than a day," Admitting as much as he scratches at his bearded chin, "But why would you? There's so many fights and tribes!"
<Daerev> "Welcome to Ysgard?"
<Fiora> "Hahahaha!" Fiora laughs, "Oh dear, I keep forgetting that this is the afterlife for some of the people we meet." Something about that idea really seems to amuse her, "We're planar travellers on a quest ourselves. Thank you very much for the help, by the way."
* Hamish silently points at the dragon-man.
<Morana> "Well, we did want training. We going to stay a while, or keep moving? Siri wants to see some action soon," Morana comments.
<Daerev> "I say we get moving. Even if the travel can be done quickly, we're likely going to be slowed by fights no matter what."
<Koaway> "Say," Going on, "Any of you want a weapon?"\
<Iris> "My mind is all the weapon I require, but thank you for the offer," Iris says.
<Fiora> "I get the distinct impression we need to go to that volcano. We could head there right away, or stay and participate in the night's action here?" Fiora then looks over his weapons, "Hmm. If you have anything in cold iron or silver, I'm willing to chip in if someone wants to get a backup, in case we run into any hostile fey or the like?"
* Hamish looks like he's contemplating, then asks, "Whatcha got?"
<Daerev> "I am a magic user, sir. I have no need of weapons."
* Chloe strokes her hammer with fondness. "I'm pretty sure you couldn't offer me anything to rival my dear, sweet Ukonsavara."
<Koaway> "Chip...in?" The old man stares, before slamming his hands down on the table! It breaks in two, the crack of it lik ea thunderbolt! "Now what are you implying, young lady?! You think I'd make someone PAY for a good weapon! Odin's balls, woman! I'm no ta monster! It's a Gods given right for everyone to have a good weapon to kill their neighbors with!"
* Hamish turns to Iris with a big grin. "I like this place."
<Koaway> 'So do I!' Siri pipes up in your minds, 'Iris, take notes!'
* Fiora blinks, "I...apologize, sir. We are new to Ysgard, and you're the first craftsman we've met here." Despite her words, she's clearly trying not to laugh.
* Daerev raises a scaly eyebrow and a few thing plumes of smoke escape from between his teeth.
<Koaway> The old man gets up and grabs a sheathed longsword off the wall, tossing it at Fiora. "This here is pure, fairy hated cold iron. Now promise me you'll use it to kill some people!
<Koaway> '
<Iris> While IRis no doubt has many scathing replies to the talking sword, she does not wish to complicate the conversation by replying to a voice the smith couldn't hear, so she remains notably silent.
<Daerev> "Hmm.. I suppose a dagger would not be amiss.. What would you have in that way?"
<Fiora> "If I run into any fey that prove resistant to my holy swordskills, I promise I will use this to ruin thier day very quickly," Fiora nods, drawing the weapon and nodding appriciatively at it's work.
<Koaway> It's a longsword. It looks really rather finely crafted, with foreign lettering up the center of the blade.
<Koaway> Going to another weapon, a sheathed dagger is tossed at Daerev, "Adamantine. Cuts through stone like butter, so it'll get through anyone's ribcage to their heart."
* Daerev catches it, draws it, and gets a gleam to his eyes.
<Fiora> Then she pulls her spare longsword from her bag, and offers it back to the man, "It's just a normal blade, but it serves well. Was my training weapon for years. I can think of no more fitting retirement for it then Ysgard, so I would appricate it if you would take it into your stock."
<Daerev> "This.. Is indeed very valuable.. I shall take great pride in having it."
<Hamish> "I'll take one of those adamantine stabby pokers, please."
* Chloe looks appraisingly at the dagger tossed at Daerev. "Hmm. While my dear hammer is good for smashing, I might find myself in close quarter combat someday. Might you have something for a lady such as I?" Chloe smiles prettily at the old man.
<Koaway> "Done," The sword is taken and he hangs it on the wall. Then he grabs another, "A dagger, right?" he glances back at Hamish.
<Hamish> "If ya please." Hamish says with a grin.
<Daerev> "You are.. Indeed generous. Is there anything we can do to help you in return?"
<Koaway> "Silver," Tossing a sheathed dagger at Hamish, before selecting a shortsword and tossing it at Chole, "Cold iron. Use 'em to kill and fight and that's enough."
<Hamish> "Silver adamantine? They make that? Haw!" Hamish should, belting the dagger on.
* Chloe snatches the shortsword out of the air, giving it a few experimental twirls. "What a lovely little thing. Well, we'll name you soon enough, won't we?"
* Chloe lashes the shortsword to her belt and pats the pommel lovingly.
<Koaway> "Silver. Not another adamantine one. Out of 'em." He says, "Don't get much around these parts."
<Chloe> "My thanks, old man."
<Hamish> "Pokey McStabsyourface is a good name." Hamish says to Chloe with a slightly lecherous grin. He turns to the man. "Ah, well. Dagger's a dagger. Stabs just as well."
* Chloe curls her lip slightly at Hamish. "I feel that Eunuch might be even better. Would you like to know why I chose that name?"
* Chloe gives Hamish a very pointed look.
<Hamish> "Probably because you don't know how to name things." Hamish helpfully points out.
<Chloe> "No." Chloe replied shortly. "Because I'll slice off your manhood and shove it down your throat if you leer at me again."
<Morana> "I don't think you have a leg to stand on when it comes to naming things, Hamish," Morana mutters.
<Fiora> "There are some injuries I would rather not have to fix, miss Windrunner. If you could please refrain from inflicting them." Fiora deadpans.
<Hamish> "No, I'm pretty sure I've gots two of them." Hamish waves his hands at his legs.
<Chloe> "Can't anyone here control this...this *man*?" Chloe wrinkles her nose in distaste. "I've nothing against men...so long as they keep their hands and lecherous gazes to themselves."
<Hamish> "Ain't nobody here gonna control me. I control the cart!" Hamish says. "And I have horses. Girlies love horses."
* Fiora quips, "Bad form there, putting the cart before the horses.
* Chloe puts her face in the palm of her hand. "Oh gods, that was bad."
* Hamish laaaaaaaughs.
<Iris> "My best advice is to ignore him," Iris advises Chloe.
* Hamish claps Fiora on the shoulder. "That was awesome."
<Fiora> "You left me too much of an opening to ignore."
* Daerev chuckles at them.
<Daerev> "Chole, dear. Perhaps if you were not so pretty, he wouldn't make such comments. It is a curse you'll have to live with."
<Chloe> "If only there were a spell to silently voice perverted men." Chloe sighs sadly to Iris.
* Chloe points at Daeren. "See? Even the Man Dragon Thing has better manners than you, Hamish.  *That's* how you compliment a lady."
<Hamish> "Well, ye can silence everyone. Tha's yer best hope. Not yet met a man I couldn't abide by."
<Fiora> "It won't work, he's telepathic," Fiora points out.
* Daerev coughs and sniffs, slightly insulted.
<Hamish> "Well o'course. It's a dragon man thing."
<Fiora> "If you silenced us, Hamish is the ONLY person you'd be able to hear."
* Chloe jumps a bit and pats Daerev on the arm. "And a very handsome Man Dragon Thing you are."
<Daerev> "I am not a 'thing.' I am a Dragonborn of Bahmut. And even before my rebirth, I had dragon blood."
<Hamish> "Dragon man then."
<Chloe> "That's nice, dear." Chloe adds another pat for good measure.
* Daerev growls at the patronizing girl, a bit of bright fire rumbling in his throat.
<Fiora> "I forsee alot of healing you in my future, miss Windrunner." Fiora sighs.
* Chloe looks bewildered. "But I gave Daren a compliment!"
<Chloe> *Daerev
<Hamish> "Ye can't even say 'is name right!"
<Chloe> "Twas but a slip of the tongue!"
<Hamish> "Right. Are ye mean ta everyone ya meet?"
* Daerev snorts, a small bit of flame curling out of his nose and mouth, before dismissing the small girl.
<Chloe> "You're a skirt chasing pig. Of course I'd be mean to you!" Chloe draws her eyebrows together. "And you can't blame me for not having memorized everyone's names perfectly just yet. I've only known you all for several days!"
* Hamish shrugs, not denying that. "I know the man's name, and I've barely paid attention."
<Koaway> roll 1d100
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d100 and gets 85."12 [1d100=85]
<Koaway> OOC: Okay, moving along now.
<Koaway> Traveling out of Warsaan, the rest of the day of travel passes without incident. You find the way ahead to be indirect - lots of working around ridges, gullys, cliffs and so forth. It's forested by and large as you descend lower and advance on. You set up camp without incidient, sitting around the fire and eating. As you do...OOC: Can any of you see invisible or anything like that?
<Iris> OOC: only if I have the spell active! Which I don't. Memorized for the day, but not active during random travel.
<Daerev> OOC: I can. All the time.
<Fiora> (OOC: Fiora can't. Can Siri!?)
<Daerev> OOC: See invisible and darkvision 60 ft.
<Chloe> OOC: Can't say I do. =(
<Morana> ooc: Siri can't, and neither can Morana
<Hamish> OOC: Noooper.
<Koaway> OOC: Okay.
<Koaway> As Daerev eats, he happens to glance up. He sees a strange, shimmering thing in the air. It glimmers with the light of magic invisibility, only his ensorcelled eyes allowing him ot see it. Like a point of twisting magic into the shape of an eye.
* Daerev speaks under his breath to the group..
<Daerev> "We are not alone here... Something invisible is watching us.."
* Iris casts a spell to search out and examine this thing! (OOC: See Invisibility active)
<Koaway> OOC: Make an K:A check real quick.
* Daerev readies himself to cast lightning or breathe acid at this.. Thing..
<Koaway> OOC: Iris, obvious, since she can see it. Daevern as well since he can too.
<Iris> roll 1d20+14
<Daerev> OOC: Can I make that check, too?
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+14 and gets 23."12 [1d20=9]
<Daerev> roll d20+19 K:A
* Hatbot --> "Daerev rolls d20+19 K:A and gets 20."12 [d20=1]
* Fiora edges her hand closer to Skyrose's hilt.
<Iris> "Someone has taken an interest in us," Iris notes. "Curious."
* Daerev looks at Iris and raises an eyebrow, then whispers to her.
* <Daerev> "What do you want to do? Scrying."
<Iris> "There is little that we can do," Iris says with a shrug. "The spell is harmless in and of itself, and there is little we can do to the unknown watcher. We could, perhaps, address the eye?"
<Daerev> "We could.. Or we could simply disrupt it?"
<Iris> Another shrug. "It hardly seems worth the effort, though if you desire the practice, I wouldn't stop you. The spell should expire in time. Is the consumption of our dinner a task for which secrecy is vital?"
* Daerev shrugs, then goes back to eating.
<Morana> "Excuse me, but what exactly -is- watching us?" Morana asks the two in the know, whispering quietly but stressing the question from curiosity.
<Daerev> "Can't tell. I can only identify the spell."
<Hamish> "If it's not about ta blow us up, let's all relax."
<Iris> "The proper question is who," Iris says, seeing no point in maintaining a quiet tone if the group is to be informed. "Someone is maintaining a scrying spell."
<Fiora> "I see." Fiora releases her grip on her sword, "I wonder who would be doing that."
<Koaway> OOC: Chole and Morana, make fort saves.
<Chloe> "This is Ysgard." Chloe pointed out the obvious."Probably anyone on this plane has a reason to attack us."
<Chloe> roll 1d20+9 fort
<Morana> roll d20+15 fort
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 1d20+9 fort and gets 23."12 [1d20=14]
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+15 fort and gets 22."12 [d20=7]
<Koaway> roll 1d10 halve this both of you
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d10 halve this both of you and gets 4."12 [1d10=4]
<Morana> ooc: we heal that in one round, so not even gonna edit HP
<Koaway> Suddenly, several droplets of blood come flying out of Morana and Chole's noses! They fly right to the invisible sensor, turning it red before the blood and the sensor vanishes away!
<Iris> "Very true," Iris points out, "but most residents of Ysgard would do so in a more direct fashion, don't you think? I--" Things happen, and Iris stops talking.
<Hamish> "......huh."
<Morana> "...what the hell was that?!?" Morana asks as she presses a hand against her nose.
* Chloe looks alarmed. "What the hell was that?"
* Fiora blinks, "What."
<Daerev> ".. Okay.. What spells do we know of that require blood from a host?" OOC: Spellcraft check?
<Koaway> OOC: K:A.
<Daerev> roll d20+19 K:A
* Hatbot --> "Daerev rolls d20+19 K:A and gets 29."12 [d20=10]
<Morana> roll d20+2 K:A
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+2 K:A and gets 13."12 [d20=11]
<Iris> roll 1d20+14 K:A
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+14 K:A and gets 34."12 [1d20=20]
<Hamish> roll 1d20+17 hurr hurr
<Daerev> "Hmm.. That's either an original spell, a power of some sort... Or something is closer than we thought."
* Hatbot --> "Hamish rolls 1d20+17 hurr hurr and gets 34."12 [1d20=17]
<Hamish> OOC: -2
<Chloe> roll 1d20+13 K:A
* Daerev stands and looks around, letting his Darkvision do the work for him.
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 1d20+13 K:A and gets 26."12 [1d20=13]
<Koaway> OOC: Spot check, Daerev.
<Hamish> "Well that doesn't make any sense."
<Daerev> roll d20+11 Spot
* Hatbot --> "Daerev rolls d20+11 Spot and gets 31."12 [d20=20]
<Iris> "The magics involved likely have their origin in Hades," Iris adds to Daerev's observations.
<Daerev> "Hmm.. I'm not seeing anything out there..."
<Iris> "I think it best to assume the caster's interest in us is less than civil," Iris concludes. "A regular watch for tonight would be advisable."
<Daerev> "I agree."
<Hamish> "That's why it makes no sense. What'd they be doin' here?"
<Iris> "Well, I misspoke slightly," Iris clarifies. "Practitioners of such magic are ultimately bound to Hades. They do not necessarily originate therein."
* Chloe nods. "I suggest that Morana and I sleep in close proximity to one another. If we get attacked overnight, there is less danger presented to the party, as they may only go for her and I."
<Fiora> "Same watch as before, then? Hamish, then Morana, then me? With Siri thankfully being able to keep an eye out the whole time as well." Fiora suggests.
<Morana> "It's magic, whatever it is. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily make things better," Morana says with a grunt, not entirely against the idea, but not really seeing it as particularly helpful either when they know so little about what just happened.
* Chloe shrugs. "In that case, let us find a good, defensible position."
<Koaway> OOC: Going to set up and keep those watches then?
<Fiora> OOC: Works for me.
<Chloe> OOC; Yiss
<Hamish> OOC: Ok
* Daerev is now known as Iddy
* Iddy (~irondrago@cpe-173-172-41-127.tx.res.rr.com) has left #dunes
<Koaway> The night begins to pass. Hamish has a quiet watch, then Morana's passes. Finally it is Fiora's watch. As she keeps on guard, she feels fatigue nip at her. The night is quiet and cool, and the urge to curl up into herself and close her eyes tugs at her.
* Fiora resists said urge, obviously. Placing a hand on her mark for just a moment to be sure as she can it isn't a summons from the Lady.
<Fiora> "Siri?" Fiora asks quietly to the sword, "if I start to fall asleep, please scream in my head to wake me up, will you?"
<Koaway> 'Sure,' Siri is heard, as...thump. Thump. Thump. The ground begins to shake every second or so, stronger each time.
<Fiora> "Wake up!" Fiora calls to her sleeping allies, jumping up as the ground starts to freaking *shake*. And nudging those near her with her foot to be sure!
* Hamish sits up smoothly, looking around with blinkering eyes. "Wut."
* Chloe sits up and scrambles to her feet, bleary-eyed but ready to fry whatever woke her up from her beauty sleep!@
<Iris> "What--" Iris starts in an irritated mumble, before those ominous footfalls wake her up fully and prompt the casting of protective magics. (OOC: Mage Armor go!)
<Koaway> OOC: Okay. More coming. Also, someone wanna robo IddyPC?
<Fiora> "The ground is shaking. I think something large approaches." Fiora hisses, drawing her blade and looking around for any sign of approach.
<Koaway> OOC: Which means no more IC lines until after I line from this point.
<Koaway> The party awakens! Coming towards the party is a steady thump thump THUMP THUMP! The sound of tearing branches is heard, as in the dim night darkness you can see it! It is 50ft away - taller than the trees! It is a lizard, a dinosaur. It is faintly golden and shimmering, dozens of feet tall and with a massive, overflowing maw full of teeth! OOC: Anyone want to make an K:N check here? If you want
<Koaway> to go ahead now and I'll give leave for reactions after that.
<Morana> roll d20+2 K:N
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+2 K:N and gets 18."12 [d20=16]
<Iris> roll 1d20+13 sure
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+13 sure and gets 23."12 [1d20=10]
<Chloe> roll 1d20+10 K:N
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 1d20+10 K:N and gets 13."12 [1d20=3]
<Hamish> "...it's a giant inconsiderate lizard." Hamish deadpans.
<Koaway> Morana and Iris can identify it as a T-Rex. It bears the touch of heavenly presence too, suggesting the celestial template.
<Morana> "It's a celestial tyrant lizard!" Morana exclaims with wide eyes. "They go to heaven too?!?"
<Hamish> "It's fucking Ysgard."
<Iris> "Perhaps if they are very considerate and do not eat stray travelers?" Iris says, without much real optimism.
<Chloe> "All dogs go to heaven too?" Chloe wonders.
<Morana> "If it eats us, do we come back to life in it's stomach afterwards?" Morana asks with worry.
<Koaway> As the party sits there and talks, the T-Rex is coming your way! As it does it lets loose a massive roar, the ground shaking with it! OOC: Init then.
<Morana> roll d20+1+5
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+1+5 and gets 25."12 [d20=19]
<Fiora> roll 1d20+1+5 Fiora init
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 1d20+1+5 Fiora init and gets 17."12 [1d20=11]
<Iris> roll 1d20+11+5
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+11+5 and gets 22."12 [1d20=6]
<Fiora> roll 1d20+6+5 Robo-Dragon init
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 1d20+6+5 Robo-Dragon init and gets 17."12 [1d20=6]
<Koaway> roll 1d20+5 T-Rex
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+5 T-Rex and gets 15."12 [1d20=10]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Morana(25)>Iris(22)>RoboDaerev=Fiora(17)>Celestial T-Rex(15)'
<Hamish> 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Hamish rolls 1d20+12 and gets 22."12 [1d20=10]
<Koaway> OOC: Okay, still need Chole and Hamish to init.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Morana(25)>Hamish=Iris(22)>RoboDaerev=Fiora(17)>Celestial T-Rex(15)'
<Chloe> rol 1d20+7+5 init
<Koaway> OOC: Missed an L in roll.
<Chloe> roll 1d20+7+5
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 1d20+7+5 and gets 22."12 [1d20=10]
* Koaway changes topic to 'Morana(25)>Chloe=Hamish=Iris(22)>RoboDaerev=Fiora(17)>Celestial T-Rex(15)'
<Koaway> OOC: Morana, go. It's 50ft away and coming in the direction of the camp.
<Morana> "You know what, that's a question we should leave unanswered actually! None of us wants to be eaten, right?!?" Morana asks as she cautiously moves closer to the beast, staying out of it's immediate range though, but still essentially presenting her as the primary target. (OOC: Activating Adrenaline Boost to give everyone +6HP, and switching auras to give the +5 circumstance to spell penetration
<Morana> and +1 circumstance to AC)
<Koaway> OOC: Okay. How close are you getting to it?
<Morana> ooc: what's it size, huge? reach 15?
<Koaway> OOC: Yes.
<Morana> ooc: I'll move to 30 ft away then.
<Koaway> Morana advances twenty feet, rallying her friends as...OOC: Okay. Chole.
<Koaway> OOC: Okay, while Chole imitates GAte's stomach, go Hamish.
* Chloe doesn't hesitate, gathering the power of the storm in her fingertips and sending a blindingly white bolt of electricity at the invading dino!
<Chloe> roll 8d6 damage saving throw is reflex for half damage
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 8d6 damage saving throw is reflex for half damage and gets 31."12 [8d6=3, 3, 1, 5, 5, 5, 4, 5]
<Chloe> OOC: DC is 18, btw
<Koaway> OOC: Caster levle check.
<Chloe> OOC: question. Do I use my regular caster level? Because my caster level goes up by +2 whenever I use spells with Air, Water, Elec in the description.
<Morana> ooc: use your modified caster level, the one for the spell itself
<Morana> ooc: don't forget Morana's buff
<Chloe> OOC: +5?
<Morana> ooc: yes
<Chloe> roll 1d20+8+5 caster level
* Hatbot --> "Chloe rolls 1d20+8+5 caster level and gets 23."12 [1d20=10]
<Koaway> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+12 and gets 26."12 [1d20=14]
<Koaway> The lightning bolt his the T-rex directly! It crackles on it and causes a few twitches, but the massive lizard endures it with unearthly ability! OOC: Hamish.
* Hamish glares at the noisy overgrown gecko for a moment before an astral construct appears 40 feet away from him, between him and the beast. If charges the creature down as Hamish grumblingly gets into a standing position. OOC: Astral Construct augmented to 7 pp, 38pp remain
<Koaway> OOC: It charges the creature down, you mean?
<Hamish> roll 1d20+10 yes, extra attack on a full attack btw
* Hatbot --> "Hamish rolls 1d20+10 yes, extra attack on a full attack btw and gets 12."12 [1d20=2]
<Hamish> OOC: Wurgh.
<Koaway> The blow strikes hard - and hits an unseen field of force in front of the T-Rex, deflecting the attack away harmlessly! OOC: Is that it or does it have more attacks?
<Hamish> OOC: Das ist alles.
<Koaway> OOC: Okay. Iris.
* Koaway changes topic to 'Morana(25)>Chloe=Hamish=Astral Construct=Iris(22)>RoboDaerev=Fiora(17)>Celestial T-Rex(15)'
<Iris> Iris carries out her textbook opening move, imbuing her and her allies with supernatural speed before scurrying back to put some extra distance (and extra snacks) between herself and the giant lizard.
<Koaway> OOC: Okay. Daerev-Gate, go.
<Koaway> OOC: Then Fiora since you're on the same tick anyway.
<Fiora> Daerev flaps up into the air a touch, then takes aim...at Morana, grumbling something about making this fight more even...and Morana grows to a much larger size! (OOC: Enlarge Person on Morana)
<Koaway> Morana thus grows, becoming larger yet! OOC: Fiora.
<Fiora> Fiora moves in until she's within range, and brings Skyrose down with a flash of blue light as ice decends on the lizard from the sky! "Life is short...bury! Steady Sword!" (OOC: Move up until I'm 30ft away, then stasis sword. Ref DC 16 for half damage, fail means stunned 1 round)
<Fiora> roll 2d6 ice damage
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 2d6 ice damage and gets 8."12 [2d6=5, 3]
<Koaway> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+12 and gets 31."12 [1d20=19]
<Koaway> The stasis sword hits the T-Rex dead on, but only seems to get its attention instead of harming it directly! It moves its stubby arms in strange patterns and makes a deafening roar! Flames surround its mouth as it bites down at the Astral Construct in front of it!
<Koaway> roll 1d20+16 (-5 PA)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+16 (-5 PA) and gets 23."12 [1d20=7]
<Koaway> OOC: AC?
<Hamish> ooc: 24 with aura and haste
<Koaway> But somehow the construct just barely avoids being bitten and swallowed whole! OOC: Okay. Morana.
<Koaway> 'Did the lizard just case a spell?' Siri sends, sounding casual about it. Too casual.
<Hamish> 'Yup.' Hamish replies, sounding irritated.
* Morana looks surprised at the change in size but moves closer to the tyrant lizard and slashes at its snout with Siri. 'Either that or it's part dragon...' she thinks back at the cutlass.
* Chloe blinks. "Dumb lizards can cast spells? That's new."
<Morana> roll d20+16
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+16 and gets 18."12 [d20=2]
<Hamish> "It's Ysgard." Hamish says.
<Koaway> OOC: What's your reach, Morana?
<Morana> ooc: should be 10 since I'm large now
<Koaway> As Morana comes in and slashes, the lizard moves with stunning speed, biting down right at her!
<Koaway> roll 1d20+16 (-5 PA still)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+16 (-5 PA still) and gets 33."12 [1d20=17]
<Koaway> OOC: AC?
<Morana> ooc: lower
<Koaway> roll 3d6+26+1d6 (1d6 is fire and improved grab just happened so rolling grapple)
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 3d6+26+1d6 (1d6 is fire and improved grab just happened so rolling grapple) and gets 38."12 [3d6=6, 2, 2][1d6=2]
<Koaway> OOC: -8 from that damage, miscounted the PA mod for some reason.
<Koaway> roll 1d20+30
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+30 and gets 44."12 [1d20=14]
<Koaway> OOC: Grapple check - but I suspect the supercheck of the T-Rex isn't getting beat there.
<Morana> roll d20+16
* Hatbot --> "Morana rolls d20+16 and gets 20."12 [d20=4]
<Morana> ooc: nope
<Koaway> Morana is lifted up, held into the mouth of the T-Rex! She's one gulp away from becoming lizard food! OOC: You're grappled, Morana. Chole is up.
* Chloe immediately casts Grease on Morana, hoping to help her escape the lizard's dastardly grasp!
<Koaway> Suddenly Morana is all slippery-greasy, sliding around in the tyrant lizard's maw! OOC: Okay. Hamish'n'Construct. Go.
<Koaway> 'Wrong way! Wrong way!' Siri calls in your minds, 'Morana, don't get eaten! Do you want to revive when he goes to the bathroom?!'
<Morana> 'I don't plan to be eaten at all!' Morana yells in her head back at the cutlass.
<Koaway> 'Then you're doing a bad job of planning!' Siri retorts, 'This is bad interesting! Be more like Iris is this is your interesting!'
* Hamish takes a few steps and yells at the rex, plonking his hat back on as he does so! "Let'er go and git the hell outta here!" OOC: Ooooooo Suggestion! Let's see if I can make this stick. Will DC 17. Resolve before construct acts.
<Koaway> roll 1d20+10
* Hatbot --> "Koaway rolls 1d20+10 and gets 16."12 [1d20=6]
<Koaway> Magic works on the giant lizard, assailing it's mind as...OOC: Okay. Go construct. T-rex failed the save but doesn't act yet.
<Hamish> The construct rears back and gives the dinosaur a few smashes in the shin for good measure!
<Hamish> roll 3#1d20+10 aw yeah haste
* Hatbot --> "Hamish rolls 3#1d20+10 aw yeah haste and gets 63."12 [3#1d20+10 = 25, 25, 13]
<Koaway> OOC: Two hits. What do his attacks count as?
<Hamish> OOC: Slams. physical.
<Koaway> OOC: Magic?
<Hamish> OOC: Not from what I'm reading!
<Koaway> OOC: Damage.
<Hamish> roll 2#1d6+10
* Hatbot --> "Hamish rolls 2#1d6+10 and gets 31."12 [2#1d6+10 = 16, 15]
<Koaway> The twin blows land - but largely don't seem to have an affect at all! OOC: Okay. Iris.
* Iris tosses some magic missiles at the monster to encourage it to hurry on its way!
<Iris> roll 1d20+9+5 CL check
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 1d20+9+5 CL check and gets 33."12 [1d20=19]
<Iris> roll 4d4+4 surely good enough!
* Hatbot --> "Iris rolls 4d4+4 surely good enough! and gets 13."12 [4d4=3, 3, 2, 1]
<Hamish> OOC: I'm at 35pp, btw
<Koaway> Missiles plunk the great beast, hitting it all over to minor effect! OOC: Daerev'n'Fiora teamup hour.
<Fiora> Daerev flies a bit closer, moving into range of his shorter range spells. Noting it's evasiveness, he aims for a more direct approach, hurling a swirling ball of sound at the beast! (OOC: Lesser Sound Orb. No SR or save, iirc)
<Fiora> roll 1d20+5 ranged touch, clear as I can tell
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 1d20+5 ranged touch, clear as I can tell and gets 18."12 [1d20=13]
<Fiora> roll 4d6 sound damage assuming that hits a hueg critter
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 4d6 sound damage assuming that hits a hueg critter and gets 7."12 [4d6=4, 1, 1, 1]
<Koaway> The sonic orb hits the tyrant lizard, rocking it but only slightly! OOC: FIora.
* Fiora readies her blade, waiting to see if Morana can escape it before hurtling down more hopefully stunning ice! (OOC: Readying Stasis Sword for after Morana has a chance to escape. If she doesn't Fiora will go for it anyway, but doesn't want to risk hitting her if she can help it)
<Koaway> At this, the lizard turns! Morana is dropped out and hits the ground hard as the T-Rex turns and flees! OOC: No AoOs since it's withdrawing. Going to stasis sword it, Fiora?
<Fiora> (OOC: Not if it's fleeing, no.)
<Koaway> OOC: Free act then.
* Iris relaxes. "There are times when I do not regret being associated with you Hamish," she admits, grudgingly.
* Fiora sheathes her blade, "Well...I take it that was your doing, Hamish?"
* Morana dusts herself, and makes a face at the grease on her armor. "Not that I'm complaining, but I have to ask...Did I taste that bad?"
* Hamish stares after the lizard for a moment, dismisses the construct, and heads back to bed. "Stupid lizard, wakin' me up."
* Fiora uses Create Water to help Morana wash off.
<Morana> "Thank you."
<Koaway> OOC: So what are y'all gonna do now?
<Morana> ooc: we're going to sleep.
<Iris> OOC: I guess...I guess we go back to sleep!
<Morana> ooc: *high fives Iris*
<Koaway> OOC: Okay. Fiora still keeping watch?
<Fiora> OOC: Back to watch for Fiora, I suppose.
<Koaway> OOC: Restore any HP due to fast healing.
<Chloe> OOC: Sleeeeep.
<Koaway> About a half hour passes. Fiora's nerves are just starting to calm down again when...OOC: Make a listen check, Fiora?
<Fiora> roll 1d20+2 herp derp listen
* Hatbot --> "Fiora rolls 1d20+2 herp derp listen and gets 18."12 [1d20=16]
<Koaway> Fiora can hear some sort of rustling in the treetops above.
* Fiora draws her blade and looks up, nudging Morana with her toe as she does, "Something's above us." Holding Skyrose(which sheds light) aloft, she tries to get a good look at it!
<Koaway> Shedding light above, Fiora can see the treetops parting! The tyrant lizard flies in from above, piercing the canopy 100ft ahead! It has no wings and yet flies, head angled down and looking at the party below!
<Fiora> "What." Fiora cries out to wake everyone up, "It's back! And it's FLYING!"
* Hamish pops his eyes open, staring straight up. "...the fuck."
* Iris stirs, wakes up, blinks. Blinks some more. "I grow increasingly fond of a policy of lethal retribution."
<Morana> "...I have no words to give for that," is all Morana can say as she gets up and stares.
<Koaway> At this the T-Rex roars aloud, starting to draw arcane patterns in the air with its claws! OOC: We'll pause here since it's nearly 11 and resume with this fight next week. Tune in next time for the Innocent Dreamers vs the Crazy T-Rex Sorcerer! See you then!
* Chloe sits up in her bedroll and stares above her. "...I must still be asleep."