Smith (Jaela, Calleigh, Surraruthru)

[Nephrite]

[12:17] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9
[12:17] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 25 > [d20=16]

[Anastasia]

Ahead is wild, twisted Limbo. Only your anarchs allow any progress at all into this mess. The air routinely shakes as you progress on, making it another half mile in. 5 and a half down, 4 and a half to go. It's here that everything thickens ahead of your arm. Like a pulsing membrane, something resisting your anarch's control.

[Yuthirin]

Check to figure out what it is and/or how to counter it?

[Corwin]

"Baleruk, Moore, any ideas?"

[Anastasia]

K:P.

[Yuthirin]

<Penuche> Chibi-Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 34 >12 [d20=8]

[Nephrite]

Moore scratches his cheek as he looks around. "Hmm..."

[12:31] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26+15 Divine Insight
[12:31] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 43 > [d20=2]

[Anastasia]

Both can tell that the Astral is thickening here. Oddly so, and this membrane is like a barrier to something. Pass it and you may well find a change of scenery, rules or some other thing. Moore can tell it might well be what the Astral will become if this rift is left unchecked.

[Nephrite]

"It's like uh..." Moore taps his chin. "Think of it like a tangible separation between the Astral. When we go beyond this, all bets are off in terms of how things might differ from how we've witnessed them."

[Corwin]

"Baleruk, break through! Moore, shield the army! Tryll, relay to all commanders to watch their troops. Don't let anyone be blown away. Same caution as with an astral storm."

Everyone has temp hp from Lion's Roar, and should be up to full hp. Let's go!

[Nephrite]

Moore will do what he can!

[13:18] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9
[13:18] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 10 > [d20=1]

Which won't be much, I guess!

[Anastasia]

Moore attempts to shield the army - but as Baleruk pushes through, it isn't needed. Splatters of transparent goop go flying as you are suddenly elsewhere. An endless, blasted plain. Nothing grows here, only devastation and ruin all about. Scorched trees, dead grass, withered flowers. The scent of the sea here is overwhelmingly strong, salt air mixed with the smell of rotting fruit. Ahead on the horizon is a massive, pulsing gash. Shadows and chaotic energy pulse out from it, a cluster of obsidian buildings surrounding it.

Ahead you can see them - demons. A horde, yet not one unopposed. Legions of erinyes do battle with them, lead by brachina who weave mighty spells to sunder the demons. Farther ahead, near the rift, a single gith ship flies, tremendous light and bursts of energy coming from it. Around it are several bloated, massive creatures with random, assorted limbs coming from them. They fly with no seeming means for it, dominated by a massive, spherical head with a single eye and massive, toothy mouth.

K:P if you want to identify those.

[Nephrite]

[13:27] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26+15 Divine Insight because identifying gross things is always fun
[13:27] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 49 > [d20=8]

[Iron Dragoon]

Someone K:P for me please

[Ebiris]

[18:33] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+34 iddy planes
[18:33] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 35 > [d20=1]