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[Anastasia]

Give me escape artist for all but Moore. Cresiel suffers a -4 penalty to this check.

[Nephrite]

Not sure if it matters, but we do have Mass Freedom of Movement here as well. Rolling anyway just in case it doesn't matter.

[11:41] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+11+26-4 dex for Cresiel
[11:41] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+11+26-4 dex for Cresiel --> [ 1d20=4 ]{37}
[11:42] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+7+26 dex for Jetina too
[11:42] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+7+26 dex for Jetina too --> [ 1d20=6 ]{39}
[11:42] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+74+26 Sylvie actually has EA
[11:42] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+74+26 Sylvie actually has EA --> [ 1d20=8 ]{108}

I forgot the bonuses from Surge of Hope, so

Cresiel is 41
Jetina is 43
Sylvie is 112

And whatever bonus we might get for Freedom of Movement.

[Anastasia]

That would help, yes. Thanks.

It's tight, but you all make it through. Except for Sylvie, who glides along like it's a wide, spacious hallway. As she goes?

"How do you do that?" Jetina says as she moves carefully, trying not to hit her armor against the tight walls.

"Practice," Sylvie's response is utterly bland as Jetina shoots her a look, promptly ignored.

Ahead is an opening - and light. The sky is visible here, as you stand in a gap in the side of a vast canyon wall, plummeting down for countless miles. The walls of the canyon are studded with swords stabbed into it, almost every inch of rock pierced. On many of the swords creatures writhe - demons of course, but 'loths and devils as well. Celestials, slaad. Humans, elves, dwarves.  Fey, aberrations, fish, animals. Beasts, the undead. All struggle in vain against mortal wounds and yet do not bleed or die, but nor do they escape.

[Nephrite]

One way or another, they'll be free.

"I imagine we're being invited down." Moore says. "Before any of you ask - yes, we'll free everyone here in some capacity once we're done."

[Anastasia]

"Not everything here deserves it," Sylvie notes, 'At least here the fiends aren't making things worse elsewhere."

"We may not have a choice if we want to free some," Jetina observes as she hops out and floats down, "But we can worry about that when we get there."

Meanwhile eyes are on the party, pained gazes studying all of you as you descend further into this place.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will begin to head down as well.

[Anastasia]

Perception all as you go down, down, down.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 107

[Anastasia]

You go down a mile. No closer to any bottom.

You go down two miles. No closer to any bottom.

You go down three miles. No closer to any bottom.

"How many?" It's Jetina's question, barely a whisper.

Cresiel's gaze sweeps side to side, "Too many. Tens of thousands, perhaps more. Not a single one knows a moment of rest."

[Nephrite]

"It's just like the First Prison." Moore says as they continue down.

[Anastasia]

Four miles. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Still no bottom.

Yet you can hear something now. The sound of metal on metal, from very far below.

[Nephrite]

Just as a note for the sake of spoiler blocks, we will refresh everything we need as we go down to ensure nothing falls off at a bad time.

Moore continues down, nothing needs to be said at this point. They know why they've come and they know what is likely to happen.

[Anastasia]

Give me a Wisdom check.

[Nephrite]

[13:19] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+11+17 wis
[13:19] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+11+17 wis --> [ 1d20=13 ]{41}

[Anastasia]

It's...It's wrong. You begin to realize that. This entire place is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It shouldn't be.