Limping return

[Anastasia]

Yet your words somehow reach Xandra. She finds another burst of speed, diving through the maw before it snaps shut, avoiding it as more lava gathers. Safe by an breath if that, all haste driving Xandra along. She dares to look back for one moment, as the Child of Jormugandr's laughter echos from behind. On and on the passage goes ahead, no end in sight.

Ahead, more plumes of frozen lava erupt, like starbursts of the purest, palest blue. Dozens and dozens of tiny child of Jormugandr heads form in mid air, taking to the air and flying towards the two of you - as suddenly the child speeds up, closing to 80ft and then 70ft in the blink of an eye.

[Nephrite]

I spent a lot of time checking to see if Moore has any more tricks here.

It does not look like he does.

"Three... two..."

He's going to wait until the heads either get a little closer or make some sort of attack, and then he's going to activate his boots.

[Anastasia]

How close is a little closer?

[Nephrite]

Let's say 50 ft.

[Anastasia]

As you fly the mouths close in on you and...

Perception.

[Nephrite]

Moore will 10 for 47, Xandra 71.

[Anastasia]

You can also see a glint of light ahead in the distance. Is something bright coming this way?

[Nephrite]

"Now what?!" Moore shouts. "Fine, then!"

Using Boots! We get two rounds of Time Stop... hopefully!

[Anastasia]

At that the Child of Jormugandr cries, "Never!" and spews a ball of frozen blue death at you.

He was holding an action to act if you did something like that. He's played this game before.

> roll 1d20+32 touch AC
<Penuche2> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 40 > [d20=8]

Touch AC?

[Nephrite]

Moore is 59, Xandra 37

[Anastasia]

Yet Moore is able to twist out of the way, avoiding the blast and...time stops, or at least you go so fast as to make it close enough for your needs.

[Nephrite]

Round 1

Can Xandra charge or whatever the mechanic is for a full round run for 4x movement?

[Anastasia]

Yes, you can run while flying.

[Nephrite]

then let's do that. 480 feet, where does it get us?

[Anastasia]

The two of you fly ahead and on - and ahead you see it more. A final rise from where light comes - a great, gleaming cavern is ahead, far vaster than this tunnel. Ice mountains rise up from the ground, shining with their own inner light, glimpses of things caught within.