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[Nephrite]

"Hmph." Moore says. "Give me a moment, please, shout at me if you need my attention. I want to see if I can figure out if this is a lost cause or not."

Using Hindsight to see if he can identify what happened in this room, if anything. He's looking for the fight that likely just happened in here today, specifically.

[Anastasia]

No good - whomever was here was warded, enough to interrupt and stop the spell.

[Nephrite]

Is it something specific to this location? I.e. I get information (that I don't care about) from things way in the past, but the current event I want can't be done, or does the spell stop entirely due to (assumedly) something here preventing divinations from functioning?

[Anastasia]

Latter. It's hitting something that's blocking it, basically.

[Nephrite]

"Something here is preventing me from even seeing what happened." Moore says. "Let's... try the left door. If they were taken, it probably wasn't through a smashed door."

With that, he flies over to try and open it!

[Anastasia]

As you go...

Perception.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 67.

[Anastasia]

You hear a sudden swirling and swishing of liquid below, the floor boiling fully now and starting to move. Looking down, you see dozens of flaming spears and swords of lava forming, all beginning to rise up at the party.

[Nephrite]

"They're persistent, if nothing else." Moore says. "Let's go this way and I can just block the door off to buy us time, if they don't catch up with us first."

[Anastasia]

"Hurry," Xandra says, "They're about to strike." Cresiel throws the left door open - flying to a simple hallway with paintings on the walls, showing various dao on a glance. It's a long hall with brown, red and gold carpet on the stone floor, which catches ablaze as the floor begins to heat up, the previous room's floor beginning to still.

There's a door on the far end - which is opening as you come in, as if someone is coming from the other side.

[Nephrite]

[21:43] <Nephrite> roll 1d100 spell failure
[21:43] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 87 > [d100=87]

Wall of Stone over the door, making it as thick as possible to hold off the weapons.

"Keep going!" Moore shouts. "Whatever is there, we'll deal with!"

[Anastasia]

On the door you just came through or the door ahead that's opening?

[Nephrite]

Sorry. The door we just came through.

[Anastasia]

Stone boards up the way you came, moments later  a hissing from the far side, stone and fire perhaps meeting.

Cresiel advances, shield and hammer ready to strike - and a bleeding, staggering dwarf comes through. His beard is mostly gone and what remains is charred. His face is a mask of blood and he limps badly, "S-solar..." he manages in a staggering word, before collapsing. He's wearing badly damaged plate armor, bloodied and rent in places, a great hammer dropped to the ground as he falls.

[Nephrite]

Moore doesn't even need to say a word, Jetina already casting Heal on the dwarf!

Blah blah blah 150+25 healing.