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Dungeon Raid (Surraruthru, Moore)

Started by Anastasia, December 02, 2016, 03:17:35 PM

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Anastasia

Okay, everyone make Swim checks then.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Iron Dragoon

> roll 1d20+22+2 Swim
<Kobot> Iddy rolled 1d20+22+2 Swim --> [ 1d20=6 ]{30}
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Anastasia

> roll 1d20+10 Finnegan
<Kobot> Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d20+10 Finnegan --> [ 1d20=3 ]{13}


Moore manages just fine, but Finnegan's quickly swept back by a stirring of the current, a bit off curse as he's send back and towards the other passage. With a grunt, he tries to use his spear to stop, digging it into the ground.

> roll 1d20+10 Finnegan
<Kobot> Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d20+10 Finnegan --> [ 1d20=11 ]{21}


He's able to it, pivoting himself up out of the water and back on the banks. "Current's a bit strong for me. I'll watch the flank, just don't get teleported again."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore laughs a bit. "That's no fun." He takes a moment to focus on his anarch powers, trying to summon a large wall of stone ahead of the river to slow it down some so Finnegan can catch up!

22:40] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5+12
[22:40] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5+12 --> [ 1d20=20 ]{37}

Anastasia

> roll 1d20+17 opposed force?
<Kobot> Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d20+17 opposed force? --> [ 1d20=16 ]{33}


You feel a strange resistance to it, but you overcome it. Luck's favoring you, after all.

Where precisely are you putting this and how much of the river's flow is it blocking?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

He's not trying to block the whole thing, just raise it more or less in the middle of the path so Finnegan can get to the landing without too much trouble.

Anastasia

Okay.

Finnegan whistles when it's done, the river slowed. "Fine work," he says, jumping in. The current's no trouble at all now. You reach the wall, the platform just before it. You can go up onto the platform if you please, though the wall currently blocks the way forward.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru dives in and out of the water, taking to the air and going back in while waiting for Finnegan and Moore.
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Nephrite

"My apologies." Moore says out and towards the river, like he's talking to someone who isn't there. "I'll try and avoid doing that anymore, I'm sure we're not meant to get through this with this sort of ease."

Moore will move over to the platform.

Anastasia

It's a platform. The door it leads to is made of plain, water-worn stone. It looks rather weak and almost ready to crumble.

Finnegan gets out as well, shaking himself off.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"It feels like this is too easy, but..." Moore moves out of the way for Finnegan.

Iron Dragoon

Shoots out of the water into the air and lazily flaps his wings, maintaining altitude just above Finnegan's head.
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Anastasia

"Better easy than dead," Finnegan says, opening the door. For once it's not locked. In here is a room with the ancient remnants of a camp fire. Blackened wood lies in a circle, surrounded by stones. Sitting before is an ancient, weathered skeleton. In one hand a rapier is gripped, still intact despite the age of the skeleton. There's not a hint of rust on it.  Besides him a rotted backpack sits, little more than a shape and old leather.

On the far side of the room is another door.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru inspects the room for magic traps or puzzles.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.