Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

I do not remember what we're supposed to use for those since that isn't a skill that exists. Level + Con?

[Anastasia]

Yeah, that's fine for this.

[Nephrite]

[12:16] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+35
[12:16] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 50 > [d20=15]

If it's CL + casting stat as suggested then the roll is 91. If it's Con then it's 76.

[Anastasia]

You manage to sing despite the overwhelming rage that fills everything around you.

"What is that?" Cresiel readies his shield, Jetina's sword prepared. Kaja steps forward, ready to strike.

Flee or die.

I claim this treasure. My fury shall feast on it.

[Nephrite]

I don't think we've been introduced to this one yet, who is this?

[Anastasia]

K:P.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 118!

[Anastasia]

This rage, this anger - one figure looms in your mind above them all.

Torm, the Hateful Fury.

[Nephrite]

So just so I have a reference here, how big of A Problem is this? Is Torm a greater deity?

"Torm." Moore says to the others. "Either that, or a facsimile created by the Guardian."

They don't have a lot of time either way, but they can't just do nothing... desperate time calls for desperate measures!

Zaphkiel - Are you able to tell me if Torm really is here with us?

[Anastasia]

He's up there. It's a little unclear his his fall but he's at least a lesser deity.

"Bahamut's shit," Kaja curses softly, "A chance to face such an opponent!"

"We can't lose, even to Torm," Cresiel steps forward. "We will resist."

You get no reply - be that Zaphkiel's choice or the will of the Guardian is an open question.

[Nephrite]

"Either the Guardian had interdicted my ability to speak to Zaphkiel, or he's choosing not to answer." Moore says.

He turns and starts heading back. "Regardless, we are still taking a trial from the Guardian. It's up to them to decide if he's allowed to interfere in that or not."

[Anastasia]

"Bahamut help us," Kaja murmurs, but he smiles, blades ready.

"Razie-" Jetina begins, but stops. It strides forward. A man in dented, dirties and bloodsoaked armor. His face his hidden by a helmet of a demon screaming in rage, a great sword in both hands that steadily drips with blood. Before you is an avatar of Torm, blood left behind with every step he takes forward. He approaches fast, fast as one of you if not faster, not slowed by his armor in the least.

[Nephrite]

"Guardian, is our trial to still return with the pebble?" Moore asks aloud.

To the avatar, Moore raises his voice.

Torm. You are not welcome here.

[Anastasia]

There is no answer from the Guardian.

Torm's answer is a furious battle cry as he rushes in.

He may not be welcome but the fucks he gives is about -20 or so. You obviously have a big problem. Init.

[Nephrite]

[13:39] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 Moore
[13:39] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 59 > [d20=14]
[13:39] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+23 Jetina
[13:39] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 33 > [d20=10]

Everyone gets +23 to Init... which means I did my math wrong, Jetina's should be +28, so her total is 38.