Infiltrating a diabolical stronghold (full party)

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 3 > [d20=3]
> OOC: +13 for ref, so a total of 16. A rousing failure of a saving throw for the erinyes squad.
> roll 1d20+9 barbazu reflex save
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 19 > [d20=10]

The flash-frozen devils and the slain gelugon leave the remainder stunned for the split-second they have to react. The party falls on them like the wrath of the heavens, manifesting in Ithea's lightning spell. The erinyes are decimated by it, the spreading chain lightning causing them shudder and convulse, falling and dissolving into oblivion. Amid this, the barbazu shuddering and barely holding their ground, Ithea springs in. A slash there, an arm severed. A stab follows, a devil impaled. A third and a fourth, swings that cut through devil flesh as easily as paper. Lightning is joined by holy radiance, exploding around Ithea and the falling devils. In mere moments all that is left is the empty room before them.

As seen before, there is a single door leading on. It is a normal looking door, carved of the same black obsidian as the walls of the fortress. However, you can feel it rapidly getting warmer, going from neutral to warm to hot in a mere second. The heat is rising - fast!

Free act, the enemies were wiped out. Good security, but merely good security doesn't stop heroes of your stature. Act.

[Anastasia]

Sylvie steps in, looking about briefly and brushing a bit of blonde hair out of her face. "Damn, Ithea. You didn't even leave me anything to mop up."

[Merc]

"What did you expect from barbazu and erinyes?" Ithea comments with a roll of her eyes.

She briefly eyes the corpses before shrugging. Unlikely that they have anything worthwhile to spend even seconds for a quick search probably.

"Well, they know we're here. Guess we can forgo the sneaking around and jump to the storming the castle part," Ithea notes, as she steps further into the room and starts moving towards the door on the other side, examining it.

Turning to the pixie, "Any traps, Lief?" she asks before she does her best to open it.

[Iron Dragoon]

*Lief eyes the area.*

"Give me a second to look everything over. Try and figure out what that heat is. Oh, and look for any good loot."

> roll 1d20+64 Spot/Traps
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 78 > [d20=14]

[Merc]

"We wiped out, like, two squadrons of devils, in the time it took them to say 'Oh no! It's Aurora! We're fucked!'. Do you really think they're going to have -any- good loot?" Ithea asks.

[Iron Dragoon]

"No, but they could have a key or something."

[Anastasia]

Lief can tell the door isn't trapped, strictly speaking. Nothing so crude. It's simply rigged up not to open under certain circumstances. Lief lacks the grounding in spellcraft to fully analyze it, but he can tell it's tied to the runes and rising temperature. Which is rising past a hot summer day rapidly, becoming painful and uncomfortable.

> roll 2d6 fire damage
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 4 > [d6=2,2]

The room is starting to shimmer with heat as it becomes rapidly intolerable. It's becoming hot enough to burn flesh already, enough to boil water. Fortunately, Lief can tell that it might be possible to disable the magical trap on the door and open it.

Meanwhile, Sylvie grimaces at the heat, "Ithea, resist energy? They might have something practical like a key," she agrees, going to check that.

> roll 1d20+14 search untrained int check
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 31 > [d20=17]

Make sure to note any fire resistance any of y'all have in your next post, along with an HP count if you're taking damage from it.

[Merc]

"That'd be a very poor defense if they just carry the key on them, but sure, Sylvie, why don't you humor Lief while I handle the heat," Ithea says, casting Resist Energy on the four of them to protect them from fire. Won't help permanently, but will at least protect against some of the damage.

OOC: Resist Energy (Fire 30) on all.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm... It's something to do with these runes... I *think* I may be able to get it, but magic isn't really my forte... Still..."

*Lief sets himself to work.*

> roll 1d20+28 Disable Device
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 37 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

Time matters here, so in what order are you enhancing people, Ithea?

[Yuthirin]

Muirfinn shimmers and turns into a small gold dragon.

HP: 300
AC: 70
Active Effects: Camouflage, Primal Instinct, Superior Resistance, immune to fire damage

[Merc]

OOC: Forgot to post HP. And I figured I was using the touch/duskblade trick to spread it to everyone at once? Unless it doesn't work like that here, in which case Ithea > Lief > Sylvie > Muirfinn

"OOC: Ithea's Combat Stats": ShowHide

HP: 342/346
AC: 56 , 39 (Touch), 56 (Flat-footed), 77 (CMD)
Qualities: DR 10/silver, SR 34, Darkvision, Low-Light Vision, +4 CMD vs Trip/Overrun/Bullrush, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge

Abilities:
Racial: Healing Touch 0/1,
Rogue: Mimic 0/1,
Factotum: Inspiration 0/6, Nerveskitter 0/1, Heroics 0/1, Piety 0/9
Duskblade: Attunement 1/14, Quick Cast 1/4
Feats: Chaos Devotion 0/1
Gear: Counterstrike 0/2, Greatreach 0/3, Reciprocate 0/2, Haste 0/10 (rounds), Daylight 0/1, See Invis 0/1, +2d6 electric damage 0/3

Spells:
Lv 0 - 0/6
Lv 1 - 1/23
Lv 2 - 0/23
Lv 3 - 1/23
Lv 4 - 0/18
Lv 5 - 1/14

[Anastasia]

I honestly forgot about that, so carry on.

As Muirfinn takes a more draconic form, the heat washing off him, Lief concentrates on the lock. It's hard to at first, but the pain is stopped by Ithea's protective spell. He's able to do his job with clarity of mind, working on the locked door. But he's not able to do it this time, but nor does he make it worse.

> roll 4d6 getting hotter but protected
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 15 > [d6=3,4,3,5]

[Iron Dragoon]

*Lief moves to wipe the sweat off of his brow from the heat, but instead simply blinks it away and redoubles his efforts on the lock.*

> roll 1d20+28 Disable Device
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 45 > [d20=17]

[Anastasia]

As Lief works, "Nothing worthwhile," Sylvie gets up from checking over the dropped equipment, "Standard hell-forged equipment."

Meanwhile, Lief works away. He's able to force the door open, swinging it aside. Ahead is pure flame - whatever's ahead is filled with a massive, blue-white fire that sheds enough heat to physically knock Lief back. Sylvie holds her crossed arms up over her face, turning away from the door, "I think we need to do something more than ignoring it with protections!"

> roll 6d6
<Serith> Infinite_Ko_Loop roll for Serith < 25 > [d6=6,1,5,2,6,5]