Adventure 9: Revenge of the Gith

[Ebiris]

Loot

Magic Items -900gp ID cost

Negative Energy Scythe +1 - 50,000gp
- Functions exactly as a Brilliant Energy weapon but without illumination

Silver Sword +3 - 50,000gp (assuming buyer found)
- Special ability (+2 equivalent) means anything struck is unable to use spell-like or psionic abilities for 1d4 rounds

Frost Scimitar +1 - 8,000gp
Keen Scimitar +1 - 8,000gp

Ring of Protection +1 - 2,000gp
Cloak of Charisma +4 - 16,000gp

Duellist Bracers - 12,000gp
- Provide +4 dodge bonus to AC against target of full attack, when performing said action

Chain Shirt +2 - 4,000gp
Breastplate of Fire Resistance +1 - 19,000gp

Karach Blade (Rapier) +3 - Artifact
Only usable by Alveria. Can duplicate any weapon enhancement so long as total enhancement does not go above +3.

Astral Carrack "Waking Dream" - 400,000gp (ballpark figure, please don't sell it. Detailed in seperate thread)

Potions

3 potions of cure moderate wounds - 750gp
1 potion of invisibility - 250gp

Scrolls and Spellbooks

1 Scroll of Teleport - 1,125gp

Githyanki Spellbook (contains following)
0: Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Acid Splash, Arcane Mark, Light, Mending
1: Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile, Shield, Feather Fall, Chill Touch, Colour Spray, Burning Hands, Floating Disc, Identify, True Strike
2: Mirror Image, Baleful Transposition, Summon Swarm, Fox's Cunning, Invisibility, Shatter, Darkness, False Life
3: Stinking Cloud, Dispel Magic, Fly, Haste, Vampiric Touch, Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Shrink Item
4: Black Tentacles, Scry, Fire Shield, Resilient Sphere, Wall of Fire, Phantasmal Killer, Animate Dead, Enervation, Fear
5: Teleport, Wrack, Cone of Cold, Cloudkill

Experience

1 Entropal Reaper - 1,400XP
1 Githyanki Blackguard (Fighter 6/Blackguard 4) - 1,050XP
1 Githyanki Warlock (Wizard 9) - 950XP
1 Githyanki Stalker (Ranger 8) - 800XP
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1 Anarchy Calamari - 1,800XP
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1 Young Adult Red Dragon - 2,000XP
Quest Completion XP - 1,000XP

[Ebiris]

[15:20] <Ebiris> After spending a day in Bin'Saptor to recover from the trials of the Necropolis, as well as make a few purchases, the brave heroes are once again ready to depart! Except Eagan, who elected to remain behind to work on a solution to the negative energy rift, that is.
[15:20] <Ebiris> They are joined, however, by a Githzerai named Ese'ban, who claims to have visited Shrak'tkor previously, and assures the group he can guide them there with a minimum of fuss - Minister Deakin vouched for him, anyway, and he doesn't glow evil, so hopefully he's on the level. No caravans go between this city and the monastery, so it's likely he's the best you're going to get.
[15:20] <Ebiris> Departing the city itself, the party finds themselves travelling through the grey void of Limbo, a path of solid rock appearing beneath their feet with every step as they march through eternity, slowly breaking apart and disintegrating into the distance behind them...
[15:27] <Amonet> "It's hard to believe we are finally here," Amonet comments to Alveria. "What do you think the sword you have can do?"
[15:27] <Ebiris> Marjorie walks along next to Amonet, seemingly quite happy to pretend like she's alive actually bound by such things as gravity. "I have to admit, I did sort of miss this," she smiles. "It felt nice and safe inside the lance, but at the same time I was still cooped up."
[15:27] <Alveria> "Everything, and nothing," replies Alveria, whimisically.
[15:28] <Alveria> "It's like learning magic for the first time again. There's nothing it can't do, nothing *I* can't do, with enough time. Did you know I can even use the scrolls of priests and druids, now? Everything comes back to a place like this, where the mind alone determines what is truth."
[15:29] <Amonet> "I'm glad that you're having fun," Amonet tells Marjorie with a smile, before glancing at the elf in mild concern. "You sound like you would like to hang on to it a bit longer."
[15:29] * Gourash eyes the mage, not quite following, and responds to the ghost, who at least is understandable. "I not imagine being cooped up in a weapon for years.   Must be hard."
[15:30] <Alveria> "Well. Certainly, if I could..." muses Alveria, with a twisted smirk. "Better I get this weapon out of me before another one finds it's way in me, however."
[15:31] <Ebiris> "Nobody ever said being dead was easy," Marjorie nods sagely to Gourash. "Hmm... this place is where really crazy people go when they die, isn't it? D'you think we could visit heaven, sometime?"
[15:32] * Gourash blinks at the notion of visiting heaven.
[15:32] <Alveria> "Hmph. What, you wouldn't want to stay?"
[15:33] <Amonet> "Yes, I can imagine that being unpleasant," Amonet agrees. "Though, even if you could keep the weapon normally, would the gith not just keep on coming?"
[15:34] <Alveria> "Why would I want to keep it when it's no longer attached to me?" With a downcast expression, she fumbles out a dagger at her belt. "I've cut myself more times slicing bread than I care to count. A sword's no good to me."
[15:34] <Ebiris> The ghost looks down at Alveria's words. "I don't want to leave Am- you guys, but don't you think it'd be nice to visit? See what I missed out on, and all that."
[15:35] <Amonet> "We could visit, sure!" Amonet exclaims in an attempt to cheer the ghost up. "It can't be that far by portal, right?"
[15:36] <Alveria> "I heard a tale of a blackguard once," remarks Alveria. "He went to heaven, and thought it was so great, he tried to send everyone else there, too."
[15:37] <Ebiris> "Well, if we can get here then why not someplace nicer, yes?" Marjorie nods to Amonet, before cracking a smile at Alveria's joke.
[15:39] <Alveria> "Ah, but this place is just as nice as you make it. If you focus your mind, you can change your surroundings. Give it a try."
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20-2
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20-2 and gets 16." [1d20=18]
[15:42] <Ebiris> Marjorie concentrates for a moment, and the path around you expands, forming a small hollow off to the side which water begins to pour into, a mini-waterfall with no source obvious to it. "Hey, that wasn't hard at all!" she grins, while Puk'lor looks back.
[15:42] <Ebiris> "Focus on the path and don't get sidetracked," he cautions dourly, continuing to lead the way with the other Githzerai.
[15:43] <Gourash> "We dont want to get lost in the chaos," Gourash agreed a bit nervously about how easy reality warped here.
[15:44] * Amonet isn't really interested in playing god with the world around them, and just follows the path while staying close to Alveria and Marjorie.
[15:44] <Alveria> "This place reacts to your thoughts. You never really know where you are, but you can always find your way *somewhere*. Sometimes, though, you never know if you've found your way, or if you've just made something completely new..."
[15:45] <Ebiris> Ahead you can see a vast field of slowly spinning rocks, some little more than boulders, others easily as big as houses. It dominates the field of view ahead, stretching into infinity in every direction, and you seem to be headed straight for it. "If you stay focused on your goal, you'll always reach it sooner or later," the other Githzerai nods. "The better you can visualise it, the easier it gets."
[15:49] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[15:49] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6 about time
[15:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 about time and gets 7." [1d20=1]
[15:50] <Ebiris> roll 5d100
[15:50] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d100 and gets 264." [5d100=98, 90, 23, 5, 48]
[15:50] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks, everyone
[15:51] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 monk
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 monk and gets 22." [1d20=17]
[15:51] <Ebiris> roll 1d20 ghost
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 ghost and gets 13." [1d20=13]
[15:51] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 guide
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 guide and gets 6." [1d20=4]
[15:51] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 13." [1d20=10]
[15:51] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[15:51] <Gourash> roll 1d20-1
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 11." [1d20=8]
[15:51] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20-1 and gets 13." [1d20=14]
[15:53] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+13 and gets 17." [1d20=4]
[15:55] <Ebiris> As the party enters the giant field of rock, Puk'lor suddenly holds up a hand in warning while drawing his karach with the other, looking above. "Ready yourself, something approaches."
[15:55] <Gourash> Gourash's axe was out as his eyes searched for the approaching danger. "from where?"
[15:56] * Amonet tries to cast a spell once Puk'lor stops them!
[15:57] <Alveria> Alveria gives her wand a kiss, waves it a little, and then vanishes from sight. (The device then drops at her feet.)
[15:57] * Keylin snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of a warning, and pulls out her bow.
[16:02] <Ebiris> Marjorie casts a spell of her own while following Puk'lor's gaze upwards. Above, on one of the floating rocks stands a figure all dressed in black. Its hood is pulled forward, but you can see the skeletal face is holds. In the creature's hands rests a large scythe, yet where the blade should lie is instead an absence of space, a blade shaped hole in reality that draws the surrounding light into it.
[16:02] <Ebiris> It raises one hand from the haft of its weapon and points directly at Amonet as space begins to rend itself before the creature. From the void emerges a shadowy shape that resolves itself into a red dragon, one that looks all too familiar to the party!
[16:02] <Ebiris> OOC: will save for Amonet, and init for everyone
[16:03] <Amonet> roll 1d20+17
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+17 and gets 24." [1d20=7]
[16:03] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 10." [1d20=9]
[16:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 monk
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 monk and gets 17." [1d20=10]
[16:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 ghost
[16:03] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 not bothering with skittering
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 not bothering with skittering and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 ghost and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[16:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 guide
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 guide and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 reaper
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 reaper and gets 13." [1d20=7]
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20 dragon
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 dragon and gets 16." [1d20=16]
[16:04] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 17." [1d20=9]
[16:05] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 5." [1d20=1]
[16:05] -> *Amonet* As soon as the dragon appears you feel a tightness in your chest as the face of death stares at you, your mind swelling with the memory of being burned alive... yet somehow you resist, keeping your wits about you!
[16:05] -> *Amonet* The reaper is completely unknown to you
[16:06] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 9." [1d20=9]
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:09] <Alveria> Alvie blinks, and then snaps her fingers. Tiny little clocks float around the heads of the rest of the party, speeding up unto the thirteenth hour.
[16:09] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 cl
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 cl and gets 6." [1d6=1]
[16:10] <Alveria> OOC: Well, puk'lor, marjorie, gourash ,amonet, keylin, and me. Guide-dude will live without it.
[16:10] <Ebiris> OOC: Reaper is on a rock about 150 from the party, Dragon is in the air about 100 feet away
[16:10] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d100, Alvie
[16:10] <Gourash> OOC: Haste yo =)
[16:10] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 58." [2#1d100 = 28, 30]
[16:12] <Ebiris> Puk'lor tenses his legs a moment, then hesitates and looks to the others. "I can get some of us onto that rock without injury - who's with me?" he asks.
[16:13] <Amonet> "I'll go," Amonet volunteers, gripping her ranseur.
[16:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Puk'lor holds. NPC three-way is up.
[16:16] <Ebiris> Marjorie levitates up from the path some ways towards the dragon and begins to cast a spell of her own!
[16:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 15." [1d20=6]
[16:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 23." [1d20=12]
[16:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 because I suck and forgot
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 because I suck and forgot and gets 45." [1d100=45]
[16:18] <Ebiris> Her spell goes off, causing the dragon to lurch slightly even as it begins its dive on the party - but it's too commited to stop now! Marjorie herself seems to spasm and go rigid with a small cry after casting her spell, while the dragon swoops on the party to blast them with a massive cone of fire!
[16:18] <Ebiris> OOC: will saves and reflex saves for everyone
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 6d10
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6d10 and gets 32." [6d10=2, 6, 5, 1, 10, 8]
[16:19] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10 reflex
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+17 will
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 reflex and gets 18." [1d20=8]
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+17 will and gets 33." [1d20=16]
[16:19] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6 will
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 will and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12 monk will
[16:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 reflex (extra +2 if undead)
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 reflex (extra +2 if undead) and gets 10." [1d20=7]
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 monk will and gets 27." [1d20=15]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 monk reflex
[16:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3 (Will)
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 (Will) and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 monk reflex and gets 32." [1d20=18]
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11 reflex
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 reflex and gets 15." [1d20=4]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2 guide will
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 guide will and gets 21." [1d20=19]
[16:19] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9 reflex
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 reflex and gets 17." [1d20=8]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 guide reflex
[16:19] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6 will
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 guide reflex and gets 21." [1d20=14]
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 will and gets 24." [1d20=18]
[16:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 ghost will
[16:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 ghost will and gets 12." [1d20=4]
[16:21] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9 ghost reflex
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 ghost reflex and gets 26." [1d20=17]
[16:21] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 ghost miss chance
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 ghost miss chance and gets 50." [1d100=50]
[16:25] <Ebiris> The blast of flame immolates the party... but yet, Keylin is able to duck and cover, while others are able to recognise the illusion for what it is, only suffering minimal damage as the Dragon resolves into an indistinct and blurred creature of shadow in the eyes of Amonet, Gourash, and Alveria!
[16:26] <Ebiris> Ese'ban is barely singed, but seems to be waiting on Puk'lor.
[16:26] <Ebiris> The reaper chooses this moment to point at Marjorie, as...
[16:27] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 2." [1d4=2]
[16:28] <Ebiris> A pair of gigantic spiders with gleaming bladed legs and dark red highlights to their stiff black fur appear, plummetting through the ghost to reach the party!
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 11." [1d20=6]
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 will save for Marjorie
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 will save for Marjorie and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 32." [1d100=32]
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 4d6+12
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6+12 and gets 25." [4d6=6, 4, 2, 1]
[16:30] <Ebiris> While the first misses and lands amidst the party, the second is able to spear the helpless ghost with several bladed legs, rending her incorporeal form viciously before falling away and likewise landing on the path with the heroes!
* Retrieving #dunes modes...
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash?
[16:31] <Gourash> OOC: how far away is the dragon at this point?  And are the spiders in full attack range? (5 foot step)
[16:32] <Ebiris> OOC: spiders aren't in full attack range. Dragon is say 40 feet above you.
[16:33] * Gourash delays till puk's turn.
[16:33] <Ebiris> Ese'ban acts at this point, rushing over to attack the nearest spider!
[16:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 9." [1d20=1]
[16:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 critfail
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 critfail and gets 26." [1d20=18]
[16:33] <Gourash> OOC: Raging though for the extra whatever
[16:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+2
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+2 and gets 6." [1d20=4]
[16:34] <Ebiris> But his tiny dagger only glances off the spider's steel-brush like fur!
[16:35] <Ebiris> Puk'lor glances towards Amonet, and seeing that she's ready, he suddenly leaps upwards, reversing his gravity so that he plummets straight past the dragon towards the reaper, risking the wyrm's attack of opportunity in the process!
[16:35] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 25." [1d20=6]
[16:35] <Ebiris> OOC: say if you're following Puk'lor, here
[16:36] <Gourash> OOC: Yar going with puk'lor
[16:36] * Amonet allows herself to be carried away even as she calls out to the skeletal mage, "Leave her alone!"
[16:36] * Gourash flips his gravity towards the reaper, the three going in parallel.
[16:37] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 94." [1d100=94]
[16:38] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[16:38] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 20." [1d20=17]
[16:39] <Gourash> roll 1d20-1 wis check
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20-1 wis check and gets 18." [1d20=19]
[16:39] <Ebiris> The three plummet upwards, Puk'lor twisting away from the dragon's lunging bite before they all land next to the reaper, slowing themselves down at the last moment to avoid a painful impact! The monk wastes no time himself in lashing out at the reaper with his Karach blade!
[16:39] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+17 and gets 37." [1d20=20]
[16:39] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+4
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+4 and gets 9." [1d6=5]
[16:39] <Ebiris> However, he finds that his mystical blade merely scrapes off the reaper's cloak, unable to penetrate it!
[16:40] <Ebiris> OOC: Go G and A
[16:40] * Amonet makes a trio of stabs at the reaper, fueled with anger at spiders being summoned to torment her friend!
[16:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 22." [1d20=10]
[16:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 30." [1d20=18]
[16:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20+7
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+7 and gets 25." [1d20=18]
[16:41] <Ebiris> OOC: 3 hits
[16:41] <Amonet> roll 6d4+21
[16:41] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 6d4+21 and gets 32." [6d4=4, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1]
[16:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 RAWR
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 RAWR and gets 22." [1d20=6]
[16:42] <Ebiris> OOC: sorry, can you roll each seperately so I can properly take DR into account?
[16:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 RAWR
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 RAWR and gets 29." [1d20=13]
[16:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+15-4 RAWR
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+15-4 RAWR and gets 23." [1d20=12]
[16:42] <Amonet> OOC: 12, 10, 10
[16:42] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 and gets 28." [1d12=4]
[16:42] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8
[16:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 and gets 35." [1d12=11]
[16:43] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8
[16:43] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 and gets 35." [1d12=11]
[16:43] <Ebiris> Amonet finds that her strikes barely phase the reaper, only one of them seeming to have any impact at all, and even then its but a grazing blow!
[16:44] <Ebiris> Gourash has better luck, however, as he crashes through any defences the undead monster can offer, brutally pummeling it backwards... and yet still it manages to impossibly stay up!
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:45] * Keylin goes to the assistance of the guide, lest he get swallowed by those spiders. The reaper's probably well handled under threat from three of her friends anyhow.
[16:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 25." [1d20=15]
[16:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 24." [1d20=14]
[16:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[16:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5 crit confirm
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 crit confirm and gets 8." [1d20=3]
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: three hits
[16:47] <Keylin> roll 3d8+9
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 3d8+9 and gets 26." [3d8=5, 7, 5]
[16:48] <Ebiris> Three arrows dot themselves neatly between the spider's eight eyes, prompting the beast to collapse and dissolve away into a greasy black mist!
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[16:48] -> *Alveria* Someone's going to teleport in next round, pretty much right on top of you.
[16:54] <Alveria> "Puk'Lor!" shouts Alveria, over the doubtless heady sound of violence. "Githyanki are about to teleport on my position!" Never mind that she's invisible- Alveria backs off from there. "I'll trap 'em, though! Everyone, don't come near the- uh, the wand!" After that, she moves a short distance away, and casts a weird spell, causing the air about her to become a little hazy, and tinged with all four elements.
[16:55] <Ebiris> Marjorie remains stunned, while the dragon wheels about and flies towards Amonet, looking to attack the brave paladin!
[16:55] <Ebiris> OOC: AoO for you
[16:55] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 14." [1d20=2]
[16:56] <Ebiris> OOC: hilariously betwen disbelieving it and the dex damage it's taken, that hits.
[16:56] <Amonet> roll 2d4+7 it is hilarious!
[16:56] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d4+7 it is hilarious! and gets 11." [2d4=2, 2]
[16:57] <Ebiris> The indistinct (to Amonet's eyes) dragon takes a harsh wound from her oft neglected ranseur, but still gets close enough to savagely bite into her!
[16:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 23." [1d20=4]
[16:57] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[16:57] <Amonet> OOC: 25!
[16:58] <Ebiris> However, she's able to ward off the attack by ducking and throwing up her shield arm, causing it to do little but crack a few teeth!
[16:58] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, Ese'ban runs to attack the remaining spider!
[16:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 27." [1d20=19]
[16:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d4+2
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4+2 and gets 6." [1d4=4]
[16:59] <Ebiris> A single well placed stab is all it takes, and the fiendish sword spider joins the one Keylin slew in oblivion!
[17:00] <Ebiris> Up above on the floating rock, the reaper hisses at its attackers. "You will not escape Death a second time..." its eyes are on Amonet, yet it whirls its scythe around to hit Gourash and Puk'lor, who stand between the two!
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10 Gourash
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 Gourash and gets 28." [1d20=18]
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10 Puk'lor
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 Puk'lor and gets 25." [1d20=15]
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24 Gourash
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 Gourash and gets 27." [2d6=1, 2]
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24 Puk'lor
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 Puk'lor and gets 34." [2d6=6, 4]
[17:01] <Gourash> OOC: Hits me
[17:01] <Gourash> OOC: ANd OW
[17:04] * Gourash growls in rage as the scythe leaves quite the nasty bloody gouge in his flesh, his axe swinging wrathfully at the creature
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 RAWR
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 RAWR and gets 29." [1d20=13]
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 RAWR
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 RAWR and gets 35." [1d20=19]
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d20+15-4 RAWR
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+15-4 RAWR and gets 16." [1d20=5]
[17:04] <Amonet> "I will certainly try my best," Amonet responds primly, calling out, "Gourash, you'll take on that abomination and I'll try to do something about the pet?"
[17:04] <Ebiris> Both hits strike terribly, chilling Puk'lor and Gourash to the bone! The monk falls back, "Apologies, but I must recover," he grimaces, backflipping away from the melee to avoid any attacks of opportunity!
[17:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+21
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+21 and gets 33." [1d20=12]
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits, G
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 and gets 30." [1d12=6]
[17:04] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 and gets 26." [1d12=2]
[17:06] <Ebiris> Gourash can't put the hurt on quite as badly, this time, but he's still able to drive the reaper back with a pair of powerful attacks! Yet it still seems to have plenty of fight left in it, however!
[17:07] * Amonet does as she pronounced and strikes at the dragon, not liking her odds against it should it survive this bout with her.
[17:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 32." [1d20=20]
[17:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 19." [1d20=7]
[17:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+7
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+7 and gets 15." [1d20=8]
[17:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12 confirm
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 confirm and gets 30." [1d20=18]
[17:07] <Ebiris> OOC: crit and two hits
[17:08] <Amonet> roll 8d4+28
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 8d4+28 and gets 51." [8d4=4, 4, 4, 1, 4, 2, 1, 3]
[17:09] <Ebiris> Amonet overcomes death itself! With a series of perfectly timed strokes with her ranseur, she puts to bed the ghost of the creature that killed her before, causing the dragon to dissipate into the mists of Limbo, no match at all for the mighty paladin!
[17:09] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:09] * Keylin decides to go assist the others with the reaper now that the spiders aren't an immidiate threat to the guide, firing another set of three arrows, this time aimed at the reaper.
[17:09] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 12." [1d20=2]
[17:09] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 22." [1d20=12]
[17:09] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[17:10] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[17:10] <Keylin> roll 1d8+3
[17:10] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d8+3 and gets 10." [1d8=7]
[17:10] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow soars upwards through Limbo and slams into the top of the reaper's skull! But Amonet and Gourash can see that it then simply falls off without penetrating, having done no harm!
[17:10] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[17:11] <Amonet> "Marjorie, I'll try to help you recover if you come closer!" Amonet calls out to the ghost.
[17:12] <Alveria> OOC: Hey, I'm still invisible. If I summon a box on their teleport position before they appear, will my invisibility go away?
[17:12] <Alveria> OOC: Also, I should know this; how many people are incoming?
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: No. You're not actually attacking anything by altering the environment if no one's even there, yet. 3 incoming.
[17:14] <Alveria> A stony, square box, studded with rocky stalacites suddenly springs into existence, forming a rocky porcupine over where Alveria was just standing.
[17:17] <Ebiris> Marjorie seems to shake off whatever was afflicting her and nods tremulously to Amonet, before flying up to join her. Meanwhile Ese'ban warily watches the box Alveria just summoned as...
[17:17] <Ebiris> OOC: waiting on PM clarification from Alvie
[17:19] <Ebiris> roll 2d6
[17:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6 and gets 4." [2d6=2, 2]
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 14." [1d20=2]
[17:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 and gets 31." [1d20=17]
[17:24] <Ebiris> roll 3d6
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d6 and gets 16." [3d6=5, 6, 5]
[17:24] <Ebiris> roll 2d6
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6 and gets 7." [2d6=3, 4]
[17:25] <Ebiris> Suddenly a pair of silvery doorways appear, one off to the side of the pathway, and the other up above! From them emerge a pair of familiar looking Githyank - one wielding a pair of scimitars and in light armour, and the other in a blackened breastplate and carrying a gleaming silver sword!
[17:25] <Ebiris> Both immediately fall towards the path, the lightly armoured one somehow landing more heavily than his companion. "We know you're here, thief!" the one with the silver sword bellows. "The chase ends, today!"
[17:26] <Ebiris> Meanwhile the reaper moves into the space formerly occupied by Puk'lor and lashes out with its scythe again, now hitting Amonet and Gourash!
[17:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10 Amonet
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 Amonet and gets 20." [1d20=10]
[17:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10 Gourash
[17:26] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 Gourash and gets 15." [1d20=5]
[17:26] <Ebiris> OOC: AC not counting armour bonus, both of you?
[17:27] <Amonet> OOC: Yeah, not that. 16 without armor
[17:28] <Gourash> OOC: not counting armor?  uh...12? I think
[17:28] <Gourash> OOC: 10 +1 dex +1 haste
[17:28] <Ebiris> OOC: 14 I think, G, counting haste. Sad for both of you. (natural armour does count)
[17:28] <Gourash> OOC: Oh +2 natural, 14
[17:28] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24 Amonet
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 Amonet and gets 28." [2d6=1, 3]
[17:28] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24 Gourash
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 Gourash and gets 29." [2d6=1, 4]
[17:30] <Ebiris> Again the scythe tears into Gourash, and Amonet finds that her armour offers no protection at all against its warped energies as it slips past her defences and rends her flesh!
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: sorry, my bad.
[17:30] <Amonet> "Gourash, I'll do something about those wounds, so please take it down!"
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash, Amonet, and Puk'lor are up
[17:31] * Gourash growls, taking one step to put it squarely between him and amonet before lashing out with the rage  of a thousand axes.
[17:31] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-6 RAWR
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-6 RAWR and gets 31." [1d20=15]
[17:31] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-6 RAWR
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-6 RAWR and gets 26." [1d20=10]
[17:31] <Gourash> roll 1d20+17-6 RAWR
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+17-6 RAWR and gets 19." [1d20=8]
[17:32] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits
[17:32] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+12
[17:32] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+12 and gets 34." [1d12=6]
[17:32] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+12
[17:32] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+12 and gets 29." [1d12=1]
[17:33] <Ebiris> Gourash lays savagely into the reaper, yet it somehow manages to impossibly stay up! He knows he's hit this thing with more punishment than any creature could reasonably take, but it stubbornly refuses to die despite it all!
[17:34] <Ebiris> Puk'lor looks down at the two Githyanki and growls. "We need to finish this, swiftly," he mutters, before moving to attack the reaper once more!
[17:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+17 and gets 34." [1d20=17]
[17:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+4
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+4 and gets 7." [1d6=3]
[17:35] <Ebiris> Yet his attack merely glances off, failing to truly impact the reaper!
[17:37] <Amonet> Wincing, Amonet moves a step and reaches out to touch the reaper with a glowing hand.
[17:37] <Amonet> roll 1d20+10 touch
[17:37] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+10 touch and gets 24." [1d20=14]
[17:37] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[17:38] <Amonet> OOC: Lay on hands, till he dies, I have a reserve of 30
[17:40] <Ebiris> Amonet channels forth her divine energies, flooding the avatar of death with the essence of life! The reaper roars in pain at this as it buckles and ultimately collapses, finally and utterly slain! It falls, a pile of blackened and charred bones surrounded by a jet black cloak, its scythe clattering to the rocky surface and rolling over a bit as the blade effortlessly passes through the stone below.
[17:40] <Ebiris> OOC: 13 hp used, Amonet
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:41] * Amonet takes a position before her wounded friend, ready to shield Marjorie from any attacking gith, though she is shaking slightly from facing death.
[17:44] * Keylin shoots at the gith that she met in the volcano last time, aiming carefully and firing three arrows.
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 30." [1d20=20]
[17:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 17." [1d20=7]
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[17:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 and gets 21." [1d20=16]
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10 confirm
[17:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 confirm and gets 19." [1d20=9]
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: crit and hit. What is it with you and critting this guy?
[17:45] <Keylin> ooc: =D
[17:46] <Keylin> roll 4d8+12
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 4d8+12 and gets 28." [4d8=1, 6, 5, 4]
[17:46] <Ebiris> OOC: Oh, wait.
[17:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 86." [1d100=86]
[17:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 51." [1d100=51]
[17:48] <Ebiris> Both arrows strike true, one punching through his armour while the other goes through his thigh, causing a rather spectacular spurt of blood! He looks over at Keylin in pain and rage, an obvious white scar surrounding one of his sadly healthy looking eyes.
[17:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:48] <Alveria> Alveria whips out a scroll, maintaining invisible all along as she presses her hand to the ground and summons... (bison don't fail me now)
[17:48] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 80." [2#1d100 = 49, 31]
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: why are you rolling twice?
[17:49] <Alveria> OOC: Because I am a WYLD MAGE
[17:49] <Alveria> OOC: geez.
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Oh, student of chaos, right.
[17:49] <Alveria> OOC: Today, Limbo! Tomorrow, the deck?
[17:50] <Alveria> OOC: Anyway.. I'll.. +pick a random target.. does it even matter, I'm pretty sure the bison will be in charge range anyway. >_>
[17:50] <Ebiris> OOC: pretty much.
[17:50] <Alveria> roll 1d3 bison!
[17:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d3 bison! and gets 3." [1d3=3]
[17:50] <Alveria> OOC: Haha score. I'll have them attack one at a time, starting with the guy Keylin just shot up.
[17:51] <Alveria> A trio of bison appear, scattered all along the rock path! But they imediately converge on the Githyanki!
[17:51] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 bison smite!
[17:51] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 bison smite! and gets 22." [1d20=12]
[17:52] <Alveria> OOC: He is smiting, if that's not obvious
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d8+14
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d8+14 and gets 17." [1d8=3]
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 bison #2 smite!
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 bison #2 smite! and gets 19." [1d20=9]
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: does not hit
[17:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 bison #3 smite!
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 21." [1d100=21]
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 bison #3 smite! and gets 29." [1d20=19]
[17:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 78." [1d100=78]
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 1d8+14
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d8+14  and gets 18." [1d8=4]
[17:54] <Ebiris> The Blackguard is promptly surrounded by bison and savagely gored! He stands firm against the onslaught, however, remaining upright despite his grevious wounds!
[17:56] <Ebiris> Marjorie waits for Amonet to deliver the promised healing, while Ese'ban growls savagely. "Githyanki scum, prepare to die!" he snarls, rushing to try and finish the beleagured blackgurad, and box him in completely!
[17:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+10
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+10 and gets 17." [1d20=7]
[17:56] <Ebiris> He misses, but the Githyanki is pretty thoroughly surrounded, now.
[17:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 52." [1d100=52]
[17:57] <Ebiris> The Githyanki with the two swords charges Keylin, and the pair find themselves surrounded by a rainbow of pretty colours at the instant he strikes!
[17:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 24." [1d20=9]
[17:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d6+4
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6+4 and gets 9." [1d6=5]
[17:57] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Keylin
[17:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[17:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[17:58] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6
[17:58] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[17:59] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[17:59] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 3." [1d4=3]
[17:59] <Keylin> ooc: I -really- do hope I don't turn into a rat again.
[17:59] <Ebiris> Keylin finds herself blinded by the colours at the same instant that the blade cuts into her flesh!
[18:00] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, the apparent leader of the Githyanki growls at finding himself surrounded, lashing out wildly with his sword at his attackers!
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 30." [1d20=15]
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 and gets 31." [2d6=6, 1]
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 cleave
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 cleave and gets 33." [1d20=18]
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 and gets 33." [2d6=5, 4]
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 25." [1d20=16]
[18:01] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 and gets 31." [2d6=4, 3]
[18:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9 cleave again
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 cleave again and gets 23." [1d20=14]
[18:01] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 and gets 31." [2d6=6, 1]
[18:02] <Ebiris> Ese'ban is promptly eviscerated by the wildly swinging silver sword, and one of the bison swiftly follows in the whirlwind of destruction that follows, leaving only two bison standing, and one of them badly injured at that!
[18:03] * Amonet places a hand on Gourash's shoulder, delivering the promised healing as the rest of the holy energy she has left goes into the half-orc. Afterwards, she continues to stand guard before Marjorie, intent on letting anyone get to her only over her dead body.
[18:04] * Gourash repeats the stunt that brought him to the reaper, falling swiftly down towards a spot next to the blackguard and unleashing rapid axe slashes past his flashing silver blade.
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: It'll take you 3 rounds to fall that far, G.
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: feather fall makes you fall at 60 feet per round, and you're 150 feet away.
[18:05] <Gourash> OOC: oh.  *blinks* ah, didn't realize I was so far away.  We seemed to reach the reaper pretty quick
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: that's because Puk'lor cast feather fall at the last second
[18:06] * Gourash drinks a cure moderate wounds potion while he heads down
[18:06] <Gourash> roll 2d8+3 ? (I think, might be +5)
[18:06] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d8+3 ? (I think, might be +5) and gets 12." [2d8=4, 5]
[18:07] <Ebiris> "Do you think we should... oh, no!" Marjorie gasps as your guide is brutally slain by the Githyanki, proceeding to quickly fly away from Amonet and towards the battle below!
[18:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[18:10] <Ebiris> Puk'lor also follows Gourash, falling downwards to the battle.
[18:10] * Keylin finds herself with difficulties, trying to figure out where to attack. Dropping her bow, she pulls out her maul as she shouts to the others, "Someone help out here, I can't exactly see right now!"
[18:11] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[18:13] <Alveria> Alveria purses her lips, squinting for signs of some other Githyanki, and then pulling a scroll of seeing the unseen, as it were. The bison, for their part, continue to angrily moo, and vent their anger on the heavily-armoured nutcase.
[18:13] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[18:13] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 47." [2#1d100 = 8, 39]
[18:16] <Ebiris> Alveria casts her spell and sees a very familiar Githyanki floating in the air somewhat near Marjorie... one that you last saw being disintegrated in a volcano half a multiverse away.
[18:17] <Ebiris> She's also looking right at you.
[18:19] <Alveria> Alveria looks right back, like a scared rabbit. Sure. (I'm close enough to the other gith for rebound hilarity, I hope.)
[18:19] <Ebiris> OOC: bison attack?
[18:20] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, duh.
[18:20] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8 Attack!
[18:20] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 Attack! and gets 22." [1d20=14]
[18:20] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8 Attack!
[18:20] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 Attack! and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[18:20] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[18:20] <Alveria> roll 1d6+9
[18:20] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+9 and gets 10." [1d6=1]
[18:20] <Ebiris> One of the bison manages to hit its target, but he wards off the other blow and remains live and kicking!
[18:21] <Ebiris> Marjorie meanwhile is now in range to begin casting a spell of her own!
[18:21] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 88." [1d100=88]
[18:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[18:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 31." [1d20=20]
[18:22] <Ebiris> The Blackguard briefly looks up and snarls at the ghost, but doesn't seem otherwise bothered by what she's doing. Instead he proceeds to hack at the wounded bison next to him!
[18:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[18:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 23." [1d20=8]
[18:23] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+24
[18:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+24 and gets 28." [2d6=2, 2]
[18:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 cleave
[18:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 cleave and gets 34." [1d20=19]
[18:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 cleave threat
[18:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 cleave threat and gets 23." [1d20=8]
[18:23] <Ebiris> roll 4d6+48
[18:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6+48 and gets 60." [4d6=5, 2, 2, 3]
[18:24] <Ebiris> Brutally eviscerating both of the bison, he then proceeds to rush over towards the wounded and blinded Keylin, flanking her with his companion who proceeds to unload with his two blades, heedless of the blinding colours surrounding him!
[18:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[18:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 14." [1d20=3]
[18:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[18:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 7." [1d20=4]
[18:25] <Ebiris> OOC: he's blinded but knows where Keylin is. She still gets concealment, though.
[18:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[18:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 16." [1d20=3]
[18:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[18:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 21." [1d20=8]
[18:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[18:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 16." [1d20=8]
[18:25] <Ebiris> OOC: flat footed AC -2 Keylin?
[18:27] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 hope for less than 50
[18:27] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 hope for less than 50 and gets 50." [1d100=50]
[18:27] <Ebiris> OOC: that counts
[18:28] <Ebiris> However, he finds that his newly blinded state prevents any of his attacks connecting, even with Keylin being just as hampered!
[18:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 7." [1d100=7]
[18:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4 this chick has no fucking luck at all
[18:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 this chick has no fucking luck at all and gets 20." [1d20=16]
[18:29] <Alveria> roll 1d20+19 scraft
[18:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+19 scraft and gets 20." [1d20=1]
[18:30] <Ebiris> A scream is suddenly heard as the Githyanki unseen to all but Alveria casts a spell and promptly drops out of the sky, landing on the path amid the dead bison and continuing to wail and cry out in all consuming agony as she lies prone and helpless!
[18:30] <Ebiris> roll 3d6
[18:30] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d6 and gets 15." [3d6=4, 6, 5]
[18:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Puk'lor and Gourash continue to fall. Go Amonet?
[18:31] * Amonet follows everyone, glowing with divine energy as she falls!
[18:32] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[18:34] <Ebiris> OOC: still blinded, sadly
[18:42] <Keylin> As none of her friends seem tobe coming towards her to help (that she can hear anyhow), she decides to take her chances and move away from the spot she's in.
[18:43] <Ebiris> "You left yourself open!" the blackguard taunts, his sword flashing out at Keylin's exposed flank!
[18:43] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+16
[18:43] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+16 and gets 23." [1d20=7]
[18:44] <Ebiris> OOC: AC counting mobility and total defence but flat footed and -2?
[18:45] <Keylin> ooc: 27
[18:45] <Ebiris> Yet somehow his sword only glances off Keylin's armour, not managing to penetrate her flesh!
[18:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d8 to determine her direction and whether she gets out of fireball range
[18:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 to determine her direction and whether she gets out of fireball range and gets 1." [1d8=1]
[18:46] <Ebiris> Keylin moves away from the two Githyanki attacking her, ending up somewhere between the screaming Githyanki mage and the other two.
[18:46] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[18:48] <Alveria> Alveria shimmers into existence. Pulling her head up, she points and laughs at the two remaining Githyanki, an undeniable smirk on her face. "So pointless." Beads of fire shimmer into existence around her finger...
[18:48] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100 obligatory
[18:48] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 obligatory and gets 148." [2#1d100 = 54, 94]
[18:48] <Alveria> OOC: Hey now, I'll take the 'functions normally' result.
[18:49] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6
[18:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6 and gets 12." [1d6=6]
[18:49] <Alveria> "Only three? I'm insulted. Reflect on your idiocy now." It streaks towards the duo...
[18:49] <Alveria> OOC: Reflex DC... 20.
[18:50] <Ebiris> OOC: caster level check to beat their SR
[18:50] <Alveria> roll 2#1d20+12
[18:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d20+12 and gets 45." [2#1d20+12 = 18, 27]
[18:50] <Ebiris> OOC: beats both. Damage?
[18:50] <Alveria> roll 10d6+10
[18:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 10d6+10 and gets 54." [10d6=5, 5, 5, 4, 4, 2, 2, 5, 6, 6]
[18:51] <Ebiris> OOC: no point even saving against that
[18:51] <Ebiris> In a nova of cleansing flame, both of the two Githyanki are utterly blasted into charred flesh and bones by the force of Alveria's fiery fury! The only remaining Githyanki continues to howl and scream where she lies, no threat to anyone!
[18:51] <Ebiris> OOC: combat is effectively over
[18:52] * Alveria starts walking, rather slowly, towards the Gith in pain, evidently finding great humour in her predicament.
[18:53] <Ebiris> She writhes and convulses, screaming herself hoarse in pure unadulturated agony. Meanwhile Keylin finds her vision return, while the other three land back on the path.
[18:53] <Ebiris> Only Alveria can see her, but everyone else sure can hear her.
[18:54] <Ebiris> Marjorie floats down towards all the noise with a horrified look on her face, beginning to cast a spell of her own...
[18:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 1." [1d100=1]
[18:54] <Ebiris> After it's done, she stares at the prone Githyanki. "What happened to her?" she asks quietly.
[18:55] * Amonet comes over as well, trying to estimate the probably location by sound and any aura she might have.
[18:55] <Gourash> "Another one still burning?" Gourash guessed.
[18:55] <Ebiris> Amonet can sense lots of lingering evil around, but no active auras. The noise seems to be coming from next to your guide's bisected corpse.
[18:56] <Alveria> "There's no point casting spells on me in this place," remarks Alveria, watching the corpse like you'd watch a show. "If the plane itself doesn't do you in..." She kneels down, and grasps the woman by her head. There's a dull thud and a flash as she renders it unto cinders.
[18:56] <Alveria> "Then I will. Idiots. I really am insulted."
[18:57] <Ebiris> "Isn't she..." Marjorie swallows, despite lacking any physical body, "Wasn't she the one from the volcano? Twins...?"
[18:57] <Amonet> "You could see her?" Amonet asks Marjorie.
[18:57] <Alveria> "Champion of the Githyanki people, is it? Hah! Thief, am I? Hah! None of it matters if you face me in this place! Come back as many times as you want!"
[18:58] <Ebiris> "I know a spell. It's how I... how I found the pixies," Marjorie explains, drifting a bit fearfully away from Alveria.
[18:58] <Ebiris> "They did enough," Puk'lor looks bitterly down at Ese'ban's corpse.
[18:58] * Amonet pats Marjorie awkwardly. "Let's go see what we can do for our guide?" she offers.
[18:59] <Gourash> "Calm down...  They're already dead," Gourash tried to quiet the mage.
[18:59] * Amonet kneels next to the body, praying to Horus-Re.
[18:59] <Alveria> "That didn't stop this one," snorts Alveria, kicking what's left of the invisible woman. "She's an old friend of yours."
[19:00] <Ebiris> She's no longer invisible, but pretty hard to recognise after what Alveria just did.
[19:00] * Alveria brushes a bit of dust off her hand, and smirks at Gourash. "They musn't want this thing very badly if this is all they bother to spare."
[19:00] <Ebiris> "And that thing from before..." Marjorie hugs herself. "It... it made me relive it all." She shudders and looks away from everyone, "Those spiders, I never wanted to..."
[19:01] <Gourash> "Do you really want them to?" Gourash shrugged. "It is good that they keep being too little, too late."
[19:02] <Amonet> "We are close enough to be free of this pursuit, hopefully for good," Amonet adds, standing up. "Though it may sound callous at a time like this, let us not give them the chance to send more after us."
[19:03] <Ebiris> Puk'lor stands over the fallen Ese'ban and focuses for a moment, causing the rock around him to shift and form itself into burial mound. "I am not as familiar with our destination as our guide, but I will have to serve, for now," he notes dourly.
[19:05] <Alveria> "Hey, Puk'Lor," remarks Alveria. "What do your people do with the silver swords you claim from the defeated?"
[19:06] <Ebiris> "They are kept as trophies... much as the Githyanki do with our sacred weapons," Puk'lor frowns. "You have *earned* that prize, if you wish it, Alveria. But the Githyanki will hunt you for it perhaps even more earnestly than they hunt you now."
[19:07] * Amonet walks over to Marjorie, telling her softly, "Of us all, I think I know how you feel. Like those spiders, to you... a dragon this replica was based on killed me before. It was only the prompt response of my friends that allowed me to return to life." She thinks hard, seemingly realizing something for the first time before continuing, "It would not be able to help you, but my homeland has stronger magics. If you wish, when we get ba
[19:07] <Amonet> If you wish, when we get back, I will do everything in my power so that you could return, as flesh and blood."
[19:08] <Gourash> "Loot is loot. More of them come, more of them die," Gourash shrugged. "We can sell it," Gourash remarked, uncaring of their culture.
[19:08] <Ebiris> Marjorie blinks and stares long and hard at Amonet. "You... you can do that?" she whispers. "But... why? Why didn't anyone ever tell me?"
[19:10] <Ebiris> OOC: knowledge religion, Amonet
[19:10] <Alveria> "Hmph. We will take it now, but I've not even a wall to hang it on. Your monastery will hold it, yes?"
[19:10] * Amonet flushes. "I'm sorry, I just didn't think about this before. Seeing this, my death and that woman reappear, as you and Alveria said...." She shakes her head. "All I can offer my apology, Marjorie. And I alone do not have this power, but there are those I know back home that would. Do you think you could be patient until then, just a little bit longer?"
[19:10] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[19:10] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 18." [1d20=10]
[19:11] <Ebiris> "It would be..." Puk'lor seems to hesitate a moment, before smiling grimly, "Welcomed, in our halls."
[19:12] <Ebiris> "What about my parents?" Marjorie presses, "Could we bring them back? Can't we find someone in like Silverymoon or somewhere to do it?" she moves closer to Amonet, plainly desperate, "Please, I can be patient and wait until we're finished helping Alveria, but this is just as important to me as this journey is to her!"
[19:14] <Amonet> "I... with this magic, one can only pray to the gods. I cannot make absolute promises, except to try. Would that be good enough?"
[19:14] * Alveria seems to calm down a moment. "Champion of the Githyanki people," she mutters, again. "...hey, Marjorie. How old are you, now?"
[19:16] <Ebiris> "Silverymoon's meant to be one of the most magical places in the world - someone there has to be able to help!" the young-looking spectre insists, before blinking and glancing over to Alveria. "Um... I was twelve when it happened. I haven't really kept track of time so well ever since... but I think it's been a few years, considering how bad the house had gotten."
[19:19] <Amonet> "It's, umm," Amonet looks away in shame. "The other reason is that I can't afford it in Silverymoon. Not for your entire family."
[19:20] <Ebiris> "Well... what about the stuff I gave you? The broom and the book? I'd hate to lose them, but it'd be worth it to live again!" Marjorie replies quickly. "And right around us, these Githyanki have probably been carrying a fortune in magical equipment!"
[19:21] <Alveria> "Say, Marjorie. You know that to ressurect you, you'd need to be destroyed first?" remarks Alveria. "Dispatch the spirit to heaven so that it can once again be called back."
[19:22] * Gourash grunts.  "SHouldn't this wait until we're back on home plane anyway?  No use getting worked up now."
[19:22] * Amonet considers. "If everyone pitched in, it might be doable...."
[19:23] <Alveria> "Once you're there, you're given a choice of if you wish to return to life or not. When you talked about heaven before, well... it's indeed something one may not want to miss out on. Even if I'm fine raising the money for you, well... be wary of high expectations."
[19:25] <Ebiris> Marjorie pauses and looks oddly at Alveria. "That... really doesn't bother me, Alveria. Seriously, I'd do anything to live again - I never even knew it was possible before, but now I find out it's common knowledge!"
[19:25] <Amonet> "So common one can even forget it," Amonet adds with a wince.

[Corwin]

171,125gp total price for everything not including the spellbook, 85,562.5gp sell price for everything not including the spellbook!

This comes down to 21,390.625gp to each of us four. Let's get paid if we survive the return to Silverymoon!

Wraith Cloak: 10,000gp total price, 5,000gp sell price.

Re: stuff in the meanwhile, Gourash wants to hold onto the scythe, Alvie to the gith's spellbook and the wraith cloak. Amonet wants to upgrade her cloak of charisma for the one of +4, and to get the bracers if at all possible. All said upgrades temporary, pending return to Silverymoon.

Thoughts? Also, Merc, post if you're interested in Keylin wearing anything in the meantime.

The spellbook seems to have 104 pages, so 5,200gp selling price.

[Dracos]

I'm fine, but lets keep a separate  list of the loot (anyone can maintain it) and folks keep your temp stuff a bit separate so it isn't confusing.

I'll borrow the scythe and the ring for  now.

Dracos

[Corwin]

This is a great placeholder for it! And I'll mark off temporary stuff with [temporary] on my sheet, while not adding/subtracting to the GP either.

Speaking of placeholders, 10,910gp is the price of getting a cleric to use Resurrection, it seems. And we didn't sell the mace of disruption, yet, since it is broken for now.

24,100gp total price for gith stuff we haven't sold from way back. No guarantee it'll still be there, but... 12,050gp sell price if so.
Reference: http://www.soulriders.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=3069&start=0

[Ebiris]

[15:22] <Ebiris> After cleaning up from the Githyanki and Reaper attack, the party bravely forges on through Limbo under Puk'lor's direction. Passing through the field of slowly floating rocks, they come across a gigantic mass of stone that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.  Undeterred, however, Puk'lor leads the group *through* the landmass.
[15:22] <Ebiris> Just as you'd previously created a solid path over the void by force of will, it is likewise an exercise of mental control to hollow out a tunnel through the earth. Spending a full day in the claustrophobic self-made tunnels, the party eventually emerges on the other side.
[15:22] <Ebiris> While Limbo seemed somewhat peaceful when your journey began, the same cannot be said, now. Whirlpools of water roam across your field of vision, blasted by gale force winds, while duststorms and larger rocks whip through the air at dizzying speed. Travel becomes an arduous chore, now, as the party is pelted with biting cold winds and a hail of rain and sharp rock fragments.
[15:22] <Ebiris> "We must press on," Puk'lor grimaces, focusing a moment as he extends the solid path onwards through the maelstrom, using one hand to shield his face as he leads the group. "Focus on the goal and do not allow yourself to be distracted by the elements."
[15:24] * Alveria trudges forward, one step after another. Swathed in several layers of robes and with her hat pulled down just over her eyes, she seems fixated mainly on the ground before her. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot...
[15:26] * Gourash focused on following Puk'lor...since he knew where they were going.  His rough skin not bothered by the rain and hail.
[15:27] <Amonet> Relying on faith to carry them through their hardships to their destination is hardly new to Amonet!
[15:30] <Ebiris> The air becomes ever more damp and clammy the further you go, water becoming ever more dominant. Great orbs of brackish and discoloured water fill the sky, sometimes merging, sometimes torn apart by the winds and resulting in ever fiercer downpours against the travellers, and occassionally impacting against the odd great rock that floats through this sky.
[15:30] <Ebiris> Fortunately none intersect with your path directly, although the entire experience remains cold and wet and altogether miserable.
[15:31] <Alveria> The hat becomes completely soggy and drippy as Alveria storms onwards, and it winds up looking like some kind of wilted mushroom.
[15:34] <Ebiris> As you press dilligently onwards, it does become apparent that one fairly large orb of murky water does seem to be angling to directly intercept your path...
[15:35] <Ebiris> Puk'lor doesn't seem to notice, focused as he is on maintaining and extending said path.
[15:35] <Gourash> "That supposed to happen?" Gourash wondered aloud, gesturing at the mudball.
[15:36] <Alveria> "..." says Alveria, staring grimly at the orb of water. Is it really coming at them? Or is that just a trick of the light...
[15:36] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check if you're examining it
[15:36] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3 haha!
[15:36] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 haha! and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[15:37] -> *Alveria* The light isn't great, and the water is murky enough to be nearly opaque, but... you think there's something moving inside it. Something big.
[15:38] <Alveria> "Something comes..." she murmurs. OOC: ETA until interception?
[15:38] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 12." [1d20=11]
[15:40] <Ebiris> OOC: at current speed it'll be on you in about three/four rounds.
[15:40] <Gourash> OOC: *nods*
[15:40] <Ebiris> Puk'lor looks up and squints at the approaching orb.
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 11." [1d20=6]
[15:40] * Amonet does likewise!
[15:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 18." [1d20=15]
[15:40] -> *Amonet* The light isn't great, and the water is murky enough to be nearly opaque, but... you think there's something moving inside it. Something big.
[15:41] <Alveria> "Something large. Let us be prepared," she mutters, barely audiable above the driving rain. OOC: I is going to cast the spells now. Fly->Haste->TakeACloserLookAndThenDecideWhatToDoNext
[15:42] <Ebiris> "I will attempt to create a shelter until it passes us by," Puk'lor murmurs, crouching slightly as he focuses.
[15:42] * Amonet nods, preparing herself. OOC: Divine Vigor -> Fire Res
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 12." [1d20=9]
[15:43] <Amonet> OOC: Let's throw in endure elements, too
[15:44] <Ebiris> Puk'lor isn't able to shift the terrain, as the ball of water gets even closer. It's more apparent now that there's something inside it... something big and bristling with tentacles. "An Anarchy Calamari!" the Zerth's eyes widen. "There's no time to flee, we have no choice but to fight!"
[15:45] <Ebiris> OOC: init, you all got 2 rounds worth of actions there, so only 2 buff spells.
[15:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 monk
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 monk and gets 26." [1d20=19]
[15:45] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 nerveskitter'd
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 nerveskitter'd and gets 20." [1d20=10]
[15:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 ghost
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 ghost and gets 13." [1d20=10]
[15:45] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 10." [1d20=10]
[15:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 squid
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 squid and gets 16." [1d20=13]
[15:46] <Alveria> OOC: Can I knowledge that thing?
[15:46] <Alveria> OOC: Planes, I'm guessing?
[15:46] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 18." [1d20=17]
[15:46] <Ebiris> OOC: yeah
[15:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+15 knowledge'd
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+15 knowledge'd and gets 16." [1d20=1]
[15:46] <Gourash> "What is that?" Gourash decided now would be as good a time as ever to draw his scythe
[15:46] <Amonet> roll 1d20+1
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+1 and gets 12." [1d20=11]
[15:47] <Ebiris> OOC: both of you failed your knowledges
[15:48] <Gourash> OOC: GOURASH KNOWS!  IT SQUISHY!
[15:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Hold on a sec.
[15:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Everyone who cast a buff spell needs to roll a wild magic d100.
[15:48] <Ebiris> OOC: You go first, Alvie.
[15:49] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, I rolled them in #elysium. Should I actually roll them here?
[15:49] <Ebiris> OOC: yes.
[15:49] <Alveria> OOC: Okies
[15:49] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[15:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 25." [2#1d100 = 22, 3]
[15:49] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[15:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 76." [2#1d100 = 1, 75]
[15:50] <Alveria> OOC: I'm cool with fly rebounding on me, and 75 = functions normally, so I'm fine there too.
[15:50] <Amonet> OOC: I'll pass on the endure elements, theb
[15:50] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay. Amonet, you roll your d100s?
[15:50] <Amonet> OOC: Divine vigor needs it?
[15:51] <Ebiris> OOC: Fine, roll 1 d100.
[15:51] <Amonet> OOC: I'll pass on the fire, too, then
[15:52] <Ebiris> Puk'lor again attempts to create a shelter for the party so that they can't be reached!
[15:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[15:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[15:54] <Ebiris> A sphere of rock suddenly erupts from the path, wrapping around the group! It is very dark, however. "The Calamari can warp Limbo as well, so this may not buy us much time."
[15:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[15:54] <Amonet> "What is this calamari?" Amonet asks the monk.
[15:54] <Gourash> "So we should distract it so it can't think?" Gourash suggested.
[15:56] <Ebiris> "Think of it as like a giant squid of the prime - it can fly through Limbo, and uses its tentacles to pull prey into the shell of water around it so that they drown as they are crushed in its grip. If it gets a hold of you, you're almost certainly doomed," the monk replies grimly.
[15:57] * Amonet shivers.
[15:57] * Gourash nods. "Gourash never fought on the seas...but heard tales they are very nasty."
[15:58] <Alveria> "We could hide," replies Alveria, hand hovering over her component pouch. "Is it likely to wait a long time?"
[15:59] <Ebiris> "No," Puk'lor shakes his head. "But it is capable of controlling Limbo and bypassing the shell I've created."
[16:01] <Alveria> "Fighting it openly seems preferable to being locked in here," replies Alveria, sighing. "Let us vanish, then." She pulls out a strand of rope, which stretches to about five-feet long and starts hanging in the air. "Get in, quickly!" For her own part, she floats inside. "Nothing can touch us in here."
[16:02] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[16:02] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d100 and gets 94." [2#1d100 = 2, 92]
[16:02] <Alveria> OOC: Functions normally~
[16:02] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:02] * Gourash follows the mage, though looking quite uncomfortable with the plan.
[16:02] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[16:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 and gets 21." [1d20=15]
[16:03] * Amonet sees no problem with avoiding unnecessary combat.
[16:03] <Ebiris> As Gourash clambers up to safety, an enormous tentacle covered in clawed suckers suddenly cleaves through the earth around you, admitting both light and a flood of water!
[16:04] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex saves for everyone not in the rope trick
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 monk
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 monk and gets 18." [1d20=4]
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 ghost
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 ghost and gets 11." [1d20=6]
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 3." [1d100=3]
[16:05] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 27." [1d20=15]
[16:06] <Keylin> roll 1d20+11
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+11 and gets 16." [1d20=5]
[16:09] <Ebiris> While Keylin, Amonet, and Puk'lor are able to keep their footing despite the sudden torrent of water rushing through their now bisected sphere, Marjorie is not so lucky! With an alarmed cry, the ghost soars through Limbo... and promptly rights herself as water cascades all around her and flying right back up into the sphere and gesturing up at the murky form in the water above, incanting a spell of her own!
[16:09] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 19." [1d100=19]
[16:11] <Ebiris> Marjorie shivers briefly, but that's about it. The squid doesn't seem affected, anyway. Water continues to pour forth into the gap occupied by the party, not enough to fully immerse anyone yet, but it's rapidly getting to that stage.
[16:11] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[16:12] <Amonet> "Come on, Marjorie, into the shelter!" Amonet calls out to the ghost, following Gourash.
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: climb check, Amonet
[16:13] <Amonet> OOC: I'll fall, thanks
[16:13] <Ebiris> Amonet vanishes into the nondimensional space!
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:16] * Keylin goes join the others in Alveria's magical hole of whatever the hell the hole is, climbing up to join them.
[16:16] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wastes no time, himself also falling up into the hole!
[16:17] <Ebiris> OOC: are people in the hole going to do anything of note?
[16:17] <Alveria> OOC: Look out the window and see what happens? >_>
[16:17] <Ebiris> OOC: Okay, just in case you wanted to cast any spells or anything.
[16:17] <Alveria> OOC: Eh, I'll be holding.
[16:18] <Ebiris> Marjorie looks up to where everyone just vanished to, but before she can act, a gigantic tentacle lashes out at her!
[16:18] <Amonet> OOC: Ditto
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+20 and gets 24." [1d20=4]
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 10." [1d100=10]
[16:18] <Gourash> OOC: oh noes, the ghost!  We must saves  her!
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d8+9
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8+9 and gets 15." [1d8=6]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4 grapple check haha
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 grapple check haha and gets 16." [1d20=12]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 28." [1d20=9]
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: axe the grapple checks
[16:21] * Amonet waits anxiously to see whether Marjorie can make it to safety!
[16:21] <Ebiris> The tentacle whips right through Marjorie's form, causing her to be disrupted into shredded fragments of ghostly light and ectoplasm! She reforms an instant later, but looks rather scared as she quickly flies up and into Alveria's hole!
[16:23] <Ebiris> And so everyone is currently safe, albeit cramped, in nondimensional space, looking out their window as several tentacles probe into the remains of Puk'lor's shelter, as if wondering where all the tasty snacks have gone...
[16:24] <Alveria> Alveria yanks the rope back into the extradimensional space, and backs away from the window, staying very (and unecessisarily) quiet.
[16:25] <Amonet> "How long should we wait?" Amonet asks, as she checks Marjorie over for any visible, serious injuries.
[16:26] <Ebiris> Marjorie shivers quietly, emitting a quiet little yelp as the tentacles brace against the interior of the now flooded sphere, before suddenly forcing them apart! A chunk of rock is seen spinning lazily away into the distance, almost looking like a discarded goblet as it flies away trailing water. The main body of the squid jets into the newly expanded gap, its eye seen almost right next to your own window, and twice the size of Gourash's head!
[16:26] <Ebiris> Marjorie looks pretty much the same as she always does, no injuries visible on her.
[16:26] <Gourash> "This last long?" Gourash wondered, looking out at the giant squid thing.
[16:26] <Alveria> "Hours," replies Alveria, distractedly.
[16:27] <Gourash> "What  plan if it waits?"
[16:28] <Amonet> "Puk'lor, could you vaporize the water outside by turning it into fire?" Amonet asks, glancing at the large eye.
[16:28] <Gourash> "It could do that," Gourash noted.
[16:28] <Alveria> "I'll figure that out later."
[16:29] <Ebiris> "I can't do anything from in here," Puk'lor shakes his head slowly. "They are not intelligent, however. It is unlikely to wait long."
[16:29] <Ebiris> The gigantic squid eye darts around wildly in search of its prey for a long moment. The thing is enormous, its main body alone is at least twenty feet long, while its tentacles are twice that. It's a dark green in colour, its rubbery flesh mostly smooth but occassionally spotted with areas of shiny chitin and incongrous claws that jut oddly from its hide. After perhaps half a minute, the creature braces its tentacles before jetting away.
[16:29] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6 bring it on, dicebitch!
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6 bring it on, dicebitch! and gets 11." [1d6=5]
[16:30] <Alveria> "Marjorie, are you alright?" queries Alveria, eventually.
[16:31] <Ebiris> The ghost shivers and shakes her head. "It went right through me... lots of things do that, but this *hurt*," she whimpers.
[16:35] * Gourash watches the squid as they wait, seeing if it is looking to head off.
[16:36] <Ebiris> "Even if it has left us for now, these are probably its hunting grounds. We may yet encounter it again before we are gone from here," Puk'lor notes wearily. "The only good news is that its presence ensures few other predators are likely to be nearby."
[16:39] <Gourash> "Maybe we should try and kill it...  safer than being caught by surprise."
[16:39] * Gourash not particularly bloodthirty in his tone.
[16:39] <Amonet> Before either she or Marjorie had left the safety of the rope trick, Amonet tried to cure the ghost a bit with her inflict spell!
[16:40] <Amonet> roll 1d8+2
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+2 and gets 3." [1d8=1]
[16:40] <Alveria> "I can rememorize spells before we leave once more," replies Alveria, frowning. "Teleport's useless, of course... and I don't know Water Breathing..."
[16:41] <Alveria> "On the other hand, I do know a couple of things about lightning and Limbo. Puk'Lor, will it have trouble seeing invisible creatures?"
[16:42] <Ebiris> Marjorie sighs in faint relief as vile black energy courses from Amonet's fingertips into her ghostly form. "Thank you," she smiles at the aasimar.
[16:42] <Ebiris> "They have no innate ability to percieve the unseen - such spells do not function properly underwater, but if it catches you in the water then you're already as good as dead," Puk'lor replies grimly.
[16:42] <Amonet> "I'll try to ask Horus-Re for more," Amonet vows to her.
[16:47] <Alveria> "Alright. Here's the plan," notes Alveria. "Amonet, Gourash, if we see it again, drink those potions of fly you've got. Before we leave, I'll enlarge the both of you, and you might have a fighting chance against it if you've got to take it on. If we see it, we'll back away as best we can, and I'll keep pegging fireballs at it until it's on us or I run out. Then..." She shrugs. "See how the dice roll, eh?"
[16:49] <Alveria> "Oh, right. Puk'lor, does the thing have spell resistance?"
[16:49] * Amonet considers the plan. "Should I use ranged attacks, then, and take advantage of relative height and distance?"
[16:49] <Alveria> "Try if you want. I don't think you'll be able to punch through all the water, though," replies Alveria, sighing.
[16:49] <Ebiris> "I can try and distract it with illusions if we get some more warning," Marjorie pipes up, seeming to recover her enthusiasm as Alveria explains her plan.
[16:50] <Ebiris> "Yes," Puk'lor nods gravely to Alveria. "It does, though how effective it would be against a mage of your skill I could not say for certain."
[16:59] <Ebiris> Spending the next several hour hiding in Alveria's hole, the party eventually emerges - no sign of giant squid nearby immediately, at least. Puk'lor seems especially tense as he begins to reform the causeway you use to travel through Limbo, scanning the sky in all directions every few seconds.
[17:00] <Ebiris> OOC: strike several, there
[17:00] * Gourash keeps an eye out as well, staying at the front.
[17:00] * Amonet makes sure to cast Endure Elements on herself before leaving, just in case.
[17:00] <Alveria> "Marjorie, can you even hold a scroll?" queries Alveria, fishing around on her belt.
[17:01] <Ebiris> "Of course I can!" the young-looking girl replies indignantly.
[17:02] <Alveria> "Great. Have a present from me," replies Alveria, handing her a scroll with Haste and Displacement scribed on it. "Mind throwing these out if it starts bearing down on us again?"
[17:02] <Alveria> "Displacement isn't for me, I've got something better. But someone else might be able to use it."
[17:02] <Ebiris> "Sure," Marjorie beams as she holds both scrolls against her chest. "I'd be glad to help!"
[17:06] <Ebiris> Onwards the group continues, the inclement weather of Limbo seeming to get continually worse. Vortexes of water are blasted up and across the sky, showering everyone with freezing cold droplets of stinging aqua, while giant sized rocks collide with each other and shatter, raining pebbles and debris all across your path. It's almost as if the plane itself has turned against you... it's a small mercy there's no firestorms in evidence. Yet.
[17:08] <Alveria> "Did you train at this monastery, Puk'Lor?"
[17:10] <Gourash> "This caused by the squid?" Gourash wondered, watching the chaos around them for signs of it returning as he followed.
[17:11] <Ebiris> The monk shakes his head, still warily scanning the skies. "I visited it, once. My own training was at a far smaller monastery." Glancing at Gourash, he goes on, "Unlikely. Like us, the squid can only control its immediate vicinity."
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[17:12] <Keylin> roll 1d20+14
[17:12] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+14 --> [ 1d20=6 ]{20}
[17:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 monk
[17:12] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+5 monk --> [ 1d20=5 ]{10}
[17:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+1 ghost
[17:12] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3-2 (-2 for wis checks)
[17:12] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+1 ghost --> [ 1d20=8 ]{9}
[17:12] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+3-2 (-2 for wis checks) --> [ 1d20=14 ]{15}
[17:12] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[17:12] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+3 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{14}
[17:14] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[17:14] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+3 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{17}
[17:15] -> *Keylin* Idly glancing over the edge of your path as you walk, you happen to notice a dark sphere of water briefly between two great vortexes... it's glimpsed only for a second, before being masked by the chaos all around it. Then again, it's seen a moment later, emerging from behind a slowly spinning gigantic rock. It seems to be making its way towards your position, using the environment for cover.
[17:17] <Keylin> "I think something's approaching," Keylin warns the others, focusing her attention in the direction of that dark sphere of water.
[17:17] * Alveria looks where Keylin is looking.
[17:18] * Amonet looks as well, even as she glows with divine energy, bow making its way to her hands.
[17:19] <Gourash> "It again?"  Gourash drew his black scythe, ready for it.
[17:19] <Ebiris> Following Keylin's directions, it's easily seen, climbing up from below your path. It moves purposefully, taking cover behind the vortexes of water and gigantic rocks that float through the plane. Yet inexorably it continues to come closer to your position, as if stalking you.
[17:20] <Alveria> Alveria starts by casting Perinarch, and she tries to gauge how long it's likely to take to get close enough to them to harm them.
[17:21] * Amonet looks for a chance, such as Alveria removing any of the water around the giant squid.
[17:22] <Ebiris> It's hard to tell... if it were to charge you it could be on you pretty quickly, but it seems to be adopting a more cautious approach, making as much use of natural cover as it can while it shadows you. No telling when it'll choose to attack.
[17:22] <Ebiris> "Let me try something," Marjorie whispers, beginning to cast a spell...
[17:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:22] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=77 ]{77}
[17:23] * Amonet moves away from Marjorie so her spell won't backfire, and attempts to cast Shield of Faith.
[17:23] <Amonet> roll 1d100
[17:23] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=25 ]{25}
[17:24] * Gourash stays with the group, not bold enough to leap out at it.
[17:25] <Ebiris> At Marjorie's words, a gigantic blue whale appears next to the ball of water and emits a loud cry before swimming away from both your position and the orb of water. The water gives chase, while the debris seems to pick up its intensity around Amonet, pelting her with renewed vigour!
[17:25] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:25] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 init
[17:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+5 init --> [ 1d20=16 ]{21}
[17:25] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[17:25] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{1}
[17:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 monk
[17:26] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+7 monk --> [ 1d20=14 ]{21}
[17:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 ghost
[17:26] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+3 ghost --> [ 1d20=19 ]{22}
[17:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 squid
[17:26] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+3 squid --> [ 1d20=2 ]{5}
[17:26] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[17:26] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+1 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{2}
[17:27] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[17:27] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+4 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{20}
[17:28] <Ebiris> "Want me to use the scrolls, Alveria?" Marjorie asks as she watches her illusion do its job.
[17:28] <Alveria> OOC: How far away is it from us?
[17:28] <Ebiris> ooc: say about 300-350 feet?
[17:29] <Alveria> "Wait on them," replies Alveria, shrugging. "Looks like we'll be able to put more distance between us and it without worries."
[17:30] <Ebiris> Marjorie nods, while Puk'lor works on extending your path onwards.
[17:30] <Ebiris> OOC: Alvie?
[17:32] <Alveria> Alveria travels to the end of the path, keeping an eye on the critter. (I'm.. readying an action to empowered-fireball it if it gets to.. around 700 feet away, *or* if it turns around and comes after us again.)
[17:32] <Ebiris> OOC: Keylin
[17:40] * Keylin unstraps her bow from her back and prepares to fire an arrow to distract the creature when Amonet or Gourash attack.
[17:42] <Ebiris> The blob of water quickly catches up with Marjorie's illusion, and several tentacles are seen lashing out from its briny depths to rend through the enormous whale, which almost instantly dissipates into nothingness!
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash said he's holding, so Amonet?
[17:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash said he's holding, so Amonet?
[18:03] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash said he's holding, so it's Amonet's turn.
[18:03] * Amonet continues to retreat, keeping herself next to Alveria.
[18:05] <Ebiris> Marjorie holds her action, waiting until the party is threatened or she's told to do something.
[18:06] <Ebiris> OOC: I'm going to assume people keep holding until the squid gets close. Objections?
[18:06] <Alveria> OOC: Fuck no, I'm going to blow it up right now
[18:06] <Gourash> OOC: EXPLOSIVES
[18:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie, then.
[18:07] <Alveria> Alveria grimaces, and points a commanding finger at the... blob. A ball of fire streaks towards it... probably.
[18:07] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[18:07] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 2#1d100 --> [ 1d100=80 ]{80}, [ 1d100=85 ]{85}
[18:08] <Alveria> OOC: Empowered Fireball, let's see..
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7
[18:08] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+7 --> [ 1d6=1 ]{8}
[18:08] <Alveria> OOC: Figures.
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8 CL resistance-check-thing
[18:08] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+8 CL resistance-check-thing --> [ 1d20=7 ]{15}
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 8d6*1.5 if it hits, christ that was not cool
[18:08] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 8d6*1.5 if it hits, christ that was not cool --> error: malformed expression
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 8d6 fine we'll do it manually
[18:08] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 8d6 fine we'll do it manually --> [ 8d6=25 ]{25}
[18:09] <Alveria> OOC: *37 damage, DC 20.
[18:10] <Ebiris> Alveria's fireball streaks through Limbo to slam into the sphere of water with a tremendous hiss as it boils away half of the liquid surrounding the squid! The beast itself seems unharmed in the instant it's visible before the water equalises around it, diminished but still able to form a sphere!
[18:12] <Ebiris> Seeing that battle is now joined, Marjorie quickly reads off one of Alveria's scrolls!
[18:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:12] <Gourash> "Marjorie, use your spells on us when it gets close."
[18:12] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=30 ]{30}
[18:13] <Ebiris> OOC: she intended to get everyone except herself, I'll roll 1d6 to see who actually got missed
[18:14] <Ebiris> roll 1d6 Amonet, Alveria, Gourash, Keylin, Marjorie, Puk'lor
[18:14] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d6 Amonet, Alveria, Gourash, Keylin, Marjorie, Puk'lor --> [ 1d6=2 ]{2}
[18:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Alvie's not hasted.
* Retrieving #dunes modes...
[18:14] <Alveria> OOC: Figures.
[18:14] <Ebiris> Puk'lor readies himself for battle...
[18:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Keylin?
[18:23] <Ebiris> Keylin readies herself to shoot as the murky water in the distance seems to compress itself into an ovoid-like shape, before suddenly blasting itself forward and straight towards Alveria! It comes to rest floating barely ten feet away from your path, the gigantic invertebrate within semi-visible amidst the murky water!
[18:23] <Ebiris> OOC: Anyone with a held action can take it now (that's Gourash and Keylin and Puk'lor)
[18:24] <Gourash> OOC: YARR
[18:25] <Gourash> Keylin shrugged off the urge to flee before  the giant, sending arrow after arrow into the murky water.
[18:26] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11 shot 1
[18:26] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+11 shot 1 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{12}
[18:26] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11 shot 2
[18:26] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+11 shot 2 --> [ 1d20=4 ]{15}
[18:26] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5 shot 3
[18:26] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+5 shot 3 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{15}
[18:27] <Ebiris> All three arrows are lost uselessly amidst the water, failing to connect with any force if they even hit the squid at all!
[18:28] * Gourash moves close to the water, slashing fiercely at the nearest tentacle with his scythe!
[18:28] <Gourash> OOC::Raging
[18:29] <Ebiris> OOC: If you're going into the water you could hit the squid itself instead of a tentacle (sundering a tentacle incurs an AoO)
[18:29] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-9 I don't think it was within five foot step range
[18:29] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-9 I don't think it was within five foot step range --> [ 1d20=9 ]{21}
[18:29] <Gourash> OOC: Oh, mmm
[18:30] <Ebiris> OOC: you'll also need to make a swim check once you're submerged.
[18:30] <Gourash> OOC: I was just trying to hit it, not really sunder.  If I can't do that, (because you're right, I'm ignoring the rules) sure, I'll go into the water.
[18:30] <Gourash> roll 1d20+9 swim check
[18:30] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+9 swim check --> [ 1d20=17 ]{26}
[18:31] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20 it's taking an AoO at you
[18:31] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+20 it's taking an AoO at you --> [ 1d20=1 ]{21}
[18:31] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20 critfail haha
[18:31] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+20 critfail haha --> [ 1d20=15 ]{35}
[18:32] <Ebiris> Gourash plunges into the icy cold shell of water surrounding the squid! Swimming through the forest of tentacles that bat ineffectually at him, he gets close enough to strike at its main body!
[18:32] <Ebiris> OOC: go ahead and attack
[18:32] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+3+18 (I think that's it)
[18:32] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 2d4+13+3+18 (I think that's it) --> [ 2d4=6 ]{40}
[18:34] <Ebiris> The water resistance is huge, but Gourash nonetheless manages to inflict a telling blow against his foe, the negative energy scythe cutting viciously through it's flesh!
[18:35] <Ebiris> "The fool will get himself killed..." Puk'lor glowers, focusing on the Limbostuff around the party.
[18:35] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[18:35] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+3 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{13}
[18:35] <Ebiris> Nothing happens, however...
[18:35] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[18:35] * Amonet holds!
[18:36] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Dual Casters
[18:36] <Ebiris> Marjorie reads off another of Alveria's scrolls as she drifts over to Amonet!
[18:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:36] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=89 ]{89}
[18:37] <Ebiris> Amonet then blurs, as if displaced in the space/time continoum!
[18:41] <Alveria> For her own part, Alveria concentrates on Limbo and tries to get rid of all the goddamned water!
[18:41] <Alveria> OOC: I am still acting, but I guess I'll do that first.
[18:43] <Ebiris> At Alveria's will, the water surrounding the gigantic squid evaporates away into nothingness, revealing the enormous invertebrate in all its horrific glory! Gourash also starts to fall away past the squid as the water he's swimming in suddenly vanishes.
[18:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet if you want to act before the squid
[18:45] <Amonet> OOC: I do!
[18:45] <Alveria> After that, she stands behind Amonet, and flings a blob of speedy fire at the squid while she's at it!
[18:45] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100 channeled pyro~
[18:45] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 2#1d100 channeled pyro~ --> [ 1d100=16 ]{16}, [ 1d100=29 ]{29}
[18:45] <Ebiris> OOC: want it to hit yourself or a random target?
[18:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20-1 wis check to reorient gravity towards floor
[18:45] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20-1 wis check to reorient gravity towards floor --> [ 1d20=8 ]{7}
[18:46] <Alveria> OOC: I'll go for the random target. Alphabetical order for the dieroll?
[18:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d7 Alveria, Amonet, Gourash, Keylin, Marjorie, Puk'lor, Squid
[18:46] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d7 Alveria, Amonet, Gourash, Keylin, Marjorie, Puk'lor, Squid --> [ 1d7=6 ]{6}
[18:47] <Alveria> OOC: Hey, he has evasion! I think. DC.. 21?
[18:47] <Ebiris> OOC: You hit Puk'lor! he of evasion and manly saves.
[18:47] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 CL, too
[18:47] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+7 CL, too --> [ 1d6=4 ]{11}
[18:47] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 CL check for SR.
[18:47] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+11 CL check for SR. --> [ 1d20=3 ]{14}
[18:47] <Ebiris> OOC: That failed to beat his SR
[18:47] <Amonet> This is as good a chance as any! Amonet charges the squid, ranseur glowing, seeking to divide its attention between herself and Gourash, and away from Marjorie and Alveria!
[18:47] <Ebiris> A spurt of fire suddenly erupts around Puk'lor, but seems to fail to do much.
[18:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet, the squid is floating in thin air 20 feet away from any land you can stand on. Meleeing it isn't going to work unless you do like a stunt.
[18:48] * Amonet attempts to alter her gravity so that she's flying at the squid!
[18:49] <Ebiris> OOC: move action or want to roll for swift action?
[18:49] <Amonet> roll 1d20+1 why not roll?
[18:49] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+1 why not roll? --> [ 1d20=7 ]{8}
[18:49] <Amonet> OOC: Move it is
[18:50] <Ebiris> Amonet takes off from the ground beneath her feet and flies straight at the enormous squid! It's certainly big enough to stand on, at least, so long as it doesn't move around too violently.
[18:50] <Ebiris> OOC: Attack if you like
[18:51] <Amonet> Standing firmly on the squid's back, Amonet grasps her ranseur in both hands and plunges it into the creature like a harpoon!
[18:51] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[18:51] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{13}
[18:51] <Ebiris> OOC: roll again?
[18:51] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12 amusing
[18:51] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 amusing --> [ 1d20=16 ]{28}
[18:53] <Ebiris> Despite her best efforts, Amonet finds her ranseur merely clangs off a patch of chitin, while Gourash continues to tumble away through the void! Clearly not liking how things are going, the squid tenses and jets away from the party, flying straight past Gourash!
[18:53] <Ebiris> OOC: balance check, Amonet
[18:53] <Amonet> roll 1d20-5
[18:53] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20-5 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{7}
[18:55] <Ebiris> Amonet is unable to keep her footing on the giant squid... luckily her current gravity is the same as the direction it's travelling, however, and she tumbles downwards after it...
[18:55] <Ebiris> OOC: want to try a swift action to change gravity or keep this direction?
[18:57] * Amonet tries to slide in the opposite direction, so that she'd come to a rest close to the mages, yet not on top of them.
[18:57] <Amonet> roll 1d20+1
[18:57] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+1 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{18}
[18:57] <Ebiris> Amonet changes direction and falls away from the squid as...
[18:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:57] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=35 ]{35}
[18:58] <Ebiris> She finds her rapid fall is gently arrested just before impact!
[18:58] <Ebiris> Meanwhile Gourash continues to tumble onwards unless he does something about his current predicament...
[18:58] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash, Keylin, and Puk'lor
[19:00] * Gourash uses a move action to shift his gravity to being...the squid, bringing his scythe downwards to slam into it with all the force he can muster.
[19:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20 it's totally taking an AoO
[19:01] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+20 it's totally taking an AoO --> [ 1d20=4 ]{24}
[19:01] <Gourash> OOC: current AC is 22.  that'd hit.  Yowch!
[19:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d8+9
[19:01] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d8+9 --> [ 1d8=7 ]{16}
[19:01] <Ebiris> OOC: grapple check
[19:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[19:01] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+19 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{29}
[19:02] <Gourash> roll 1d20+19 50 50 chance!
[19:02] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+19 0 50 chance! --> [ 1d20=11 ]{30}
[19:02] <Ebiris> One of its tentacles slams out into Gourash as he falls, bludgeoning him fiercely! Yet he's able to wrestle it off as it tries to encircle him, moving in to deliver his own attack!
[19:03] <Ebiris> OOC: go on and attack
[19:03] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-9
[19:03] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-9 --> [ 1d20=2 ]{14}
[19:03] <Ebiris> Sadly Gourash's own attack is lacking as he stumbles on the irregular surface of the squid, failing to hit it properly!
[19:04] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin. Puk'lor's holding.
[19:05] * Keylin runs as fast as she can in the direction of the fleeing squid, running as far as she can, pulling an arrow and firing it once she's reached as far as she can run and still fire a weapon in that quick moment, taking careful aim and trying to make that shot count.
[19:05] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8
[19:05] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+8 --> [ 1d20=20 ]{28}
[19:05] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8 confirm
[19:05] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+8 confirm --> [ 1d20=5 ]{13}
[19:05] <Ebiris> OOC: regular hit
[19:05] <Keylin> roll 1d8+2d6+3
[19:05] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d8+2d6+3 --> [ 1d8=1 2d6=12 ]{16}
[19:06] <Ebiris> OOC: your bow is magic, right?
[19:08] <Ebiris> It's hard to see in the distance for Keylin, but Gourash has a good view of an arrow piercing into the creature's flesh near his feet with a wet spurt! It doesn't seem to penetrate too deeply, but still enough to be felt!
[19:09] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Team Mage
[19:09] <Alveria> Colours swirl around Alveria's finger, and a coruscating blast of rainbow-light streaks towards the creature!
[19:09] <Alveria> Probably.
[19:09] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[19:09] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 2#1d100 --> [ 1d100=66 ]{66}, [ 1d100=76 ]{76}
[19:09] <Alveria> OOC: It totally does!
[19:09] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6
[19:09] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+6 --> [ 1d6=2 ]{8}
[19:09] <Alveria> OOC: oh, and I'm using spin fate to make the DC = +1
[19:10] <Ebiris> OOC: CL 8 means it only goes 180 feet.
[19:10] <Alveria> OOC: Wait, it's only medium range?
[19:10] <Alveria> OOC: How far away was it?
[19:10] <Ebiris> OOC: 200-ish
[19:10] <Alveria> OOC: I thought it was a bit closer, can we say I just moved that 30ft?
[19:10] <Ebiris> OOC: why not. Keylin did, after all.
[19:10] <Alveria> OOC: WAtch me miss it's SR! Or just it.
[19:10] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[19:10] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{6}
[19:11] <Alveria> OOC: Haha man.
[19:11] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 critfail check
[19:11] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+5 critfail check --> [ 1d20=4 ]{9}
[19:11] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d100
[19:11] <Alveria> roll 1d100 what's this for
[19:11] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d100 what's this for --> [ 1d100=2 ]{2}
[19:12] <Ebiris> OOC: critfail table
[19:12] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, I see.
[19:12] <Ebiris> Alveria sees her ray of colourful colours go flying off into the ether, cleanly missing the gargantuan target in the distance by a wide margin!
[19:13] <Ebiris> Marjorie begins to cast her own spell, droplets of water crystalising into ice all around her as...
[19:13] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[19:13] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=18 ]{18}
[19:14] <Ebiris> "Ow!" she cries as there's a brief explosion of ice in her face. It didn't seem to do any real harm, however.
[19:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[19:14] <Amonet> "I can't leave Gourash on his own," Amonet declares, before using her increased speed to run after the squid and the half-orc, ransuer in hand!
[19:15] <Ebiris> OOC: the path gets closer to them. Lets say if they don't move then you can get to them in one jump on your next turn
[19:15] <Amonet> OOC: Sure
[19:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[19:16] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+6 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{17}
[19:17] <Ebiris> Amonet races back down the path and closer towards Gourash and the squid, as water begins to condense rapidly all around the pair, swiftly encapsulating both Gourash and the squid in an expanding bubble of water!
[19:17] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Puk'lor, Key, and Gourash
[19:17] <Gourash> OOC: *Blinks* Yay
[19:18] * Gourash growls and slashes for all he's worth against the slimy squidy.
[19:18] <Ebiris> OOC: swim check for you, G, before you act
[19:18] <Gourash> roll 1d20+9 swim check
[19:18] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+9 swim check --> [ 1d20=13 ]{22}
[19:18] <Ebiris> OOC: carry on
[19:18] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-9  attack 1
[19:18] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-9 attack 1 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{15}
[19:18] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-9  attack 2
[19:18] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-9 attack 2 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{15}
[19:18] <Gourash> OOC:...
[19:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+16-9 attack 3
[19:19] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+16-9 attack 3 --> [ 1d20=20 ]{27}
[19:19] <Gourash> roll 1d20+16-9 Confirm
[19:19] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+16-9 Confirm --> [ 1d20=11 ]{18}
[19:19] <Ebiris> OOC: one normal hit
[19:19] <Keylin> ooc: that makes up for it then?
[19:20] <Ebiris> OOC: damage?
[19:21] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+3+18
[19:21] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 2d4+13+3+18 --> [ 2d4=5 ]{39}
[19:22] <Ebiris> The water resistance makes it hard to truly follow through on his slash, but Gourash still feels plenty of flesh give way beneath his strike, the squid quivering in pain!
[19:23] * Keylin again runs towards the creature, and fires another arrow.
[19:23] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[19:23] <Rei-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+10 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{22}
[19:24] <Ebiris> Keylin finds her armour lost in the murky waters, unable to tell if it hit or not.
[19:24] <Ebiris> Puk'lor sighs heavily before racing along the pathway, quickly catching up with Amonet.
[19:24] <Ebiris> OOC: Go team mage
[19:25] <Alveria> Alveria throws a fireball at the squid, though just avoiding Gourash.
[19:25] <Alveria> Probably.
[19:25] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[19:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 2#1d100 --> [ 1d100=5 ]{5}, [ 1d100=89 ]{89}
[19:25] <Ebiris> OOC: arrow, silly me
[19:25] <Alveria> OOC: 99, dammit! Why? Fiery fireball, anyhow
[19:25] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7 CL check go
[19:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+7 CL check go --> [ 1d6=6 ]{13}
[19:25] <Alveria> roll 1d20+13 SR check go
[19:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+13 SR check go --> [ 1d20=8 ]{21}
[19:25] <Alveria> roll 10d6+10 Reflex DC 20, go
[19:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 10d6+10 Reflex DC 20, go --> [ 10d6=27 ]{37}
[19:25] <Ebiris> OOC: spellcraft check, too
[19:25] <Alveria> roll 1d20+23 pardon what?
[19:25] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+23 pardon what? --> [ 1d20=1 ]{24}
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: Wait, what?
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: I managed to fail at the last possible moment?
[19:26] <Ebiris> OOC: can't fail skill checks
[19:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[19:26] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{13}
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: !!!!!
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: Ok
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: In the interests of actually going to bed tonight
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: When you fail a saving throw critically like that
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: All your equipment can be effected if it's valid
[19:26] <Ebiris> OOC: what equipment, it's a squid!
[19:26] <Alveria> OOC: Can this, please, hit his  frigging tentacles @_@
[19:27] <Alveria> OOC: They're totally sunderable!
[19:27] <Alveria> OOC: That's good enough for me
[19:27] <Ebiris> OOC: screw you, I'm not enforcing that rule. If I did then all of Amonet's shiny gear would've been melted by the dragon.
[19:27] <Alveria> OOC: Bah
[19:28] <Ebiris> A good portion of the water surrounding the squid is flashboiled once more, its skin charred and melted! Gourash doesn't find it much of a picnic but he's just out of range for the worst of it, while Marjorie has another try at her own spell.
[19:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[19:28] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=22 ]{22}
[19:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[19:28] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+8 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{18}
[19:28] <Ebiris> roll 2d8
[19:28] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 2d8 --> [ 2d8=14 ]{14}
[19:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[19:29] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{26}
[19:29] <Ebiris> A blast of ice lances out to strike into the squid, freezing over its now charred flesh... but at the same time, a hole suddenly erupts beneath Marjorie's feet, catching Alveria in the area!
[19:29] <Ebiris> OOC: you can try and change gravity before falling, Alvie, swift action
[19:30] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 wisdom, right?
[19:30] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+1 wisdom, right? --> [ 1d20=9 ]{10}
[19:30] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, crap, you tricked me!
[19:30] <Alveria> OOC: I should've just cast feather fall
[19:30] <Alveria> OOC: Wait, that's an immediate action
[19:30] <Ebiris> OOC: yes, you still can, but it won't stop you falling
[19:30] <Ebiris> OOC: make your wild magic check if you want to cast it
[19:31] <Alveria> OOC: Ah, but I can fall *slowly*, which is preferable.
[19:31] <Alveria> roll 2#1d100
[19:31] <Rei-chan> Alveria rolled : 2#1d100 --> [ 1d100=8 ]{8}, [ 1d100=99 ]{99}
[19:31] <Alveria> OOC: This bot has a sick sense of humour.
[19:31] <Ebiris> OOC: MAXIMISED FEATHER FALL
[19:31] <Ebiris> Luckily Alveria is able to cast a spell to stop her falling too swiftly, but she's still plummeting inexorably into wild Limbo, and all the nastiness that entails.
[19:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[19:31] * Amonet tries to shift her gravity so that she is flying at the squid once more, now that she is within range!
[19:32] <Amonet> roll 1d20+1 wis check~
[19:32] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+1 wis check~ --> [ 1d20=16 ]{17}
[19:33] * Amonet stabs at the giant squid with her ranseur, eager to assist Gourash and take some attention off him!
[19:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[19:33] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{13}
[19:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[19:33] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{24}
[19:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+7
[19:33] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+7 --> [ 1d20=20 ]{27}
[19:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+7 confirm
[19:33] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+7 confirm --> [ 1d20=8 ]{15}
[19:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12 also confirm
[19:33] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 also confirm --> [ 1d20=11 ]{23}
[19:33] <Ebiris> OOC: two normal hits
[19:34] <Amonet> roll 2#2d4+7
[19:34] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 2#2d4+7 --> [ 2d4=3 ]{10}, [ 2d4=4 ]{11}
[19:34] <Amonet> OOC: 21
[19:35] <Ebiris> Falling gracefully onto the squid, Amonet lashes out with a pair of wicked stabs into its hide, but now the creature seems truly furious, lashing out with beak and tentacles both at the pair who assail it!
[19:35] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 bite on Gourash
[19:35] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+15 bite on Gourash --> [ 1d20=4 ]{19}
[19:36] <Ebiris> roll 5#1d20+20 tentacles on Gourash
[19:36] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 5#1d20+20 tentacles on Gourash --> [ 1d20=18 ]{38}, [ 1d20=20 ]{40}, [ 1d20=12 ]{32}, [ 1d20=14 ]{34}, [ 1d20=2 ]{22}
[19:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20 confirm
[19:36] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+20 confirm --> [ 1d20=7 ]{27}
[19:36] <Ebiris> roll 5#1d20+20 tentacles on Amonet
[19:36] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 5#1d20+20 tentacles on Amonet --> [ 1d20=4 ]{24}, [ 1d20=6 ]{26}, [ 1d20=6 ]{26}, [ 1d20=12 ]{32}, [ 1d20=1 ]{21}
[19:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+20 critfail confirm
[19:36] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+20 critfail confirm --> [ 1d20=8 ]{28}
[19:36] <Ebiris> OOC: ACs?
[19:37] <Amonet> OOC: 29 vs squid~
[19:37] <Ebiris> roll 1d8+9 for Amonet
[19:37] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d8+9 for Amonet --> [ 1d8=5 ]{14}
[19:37] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 critfail roll
[19:37] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d100 critfail roll --> [ 1d100=1 ]{1}
[19:37] <Gourash> OOC: AC not enough, for any of that
[19:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet, you get a free AoO
[19:38] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12 glee~
[19:38] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 glee~ --> [ 1d20=8 ]{20}
[19:38] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[19:38] <Amonet> roll 2d4+7 double glee~
[19:38] <Gourash> OOC: AC is currently 20 for record
[19:38] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 2d4+7 double glee~ --> [ 2d4=5 ]{12}
[19:39] <Ebiris> roll 6d8+54-18 for Gourash
[19:39] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 6d8+54-18 for Gourash --> [ 6d8=27 ]{63}
[19:39] <Ebiris> OOC: both of you make grapple checks
[19:40] <Amonet> roll 1d20+10
[19:40] <Rei-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+10 --> [ 1d20=2 ]{12}
[19:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 grapple vs Amonet
[19:40] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+19 grapple vs Amonet --> [ 1d20=9 ]{28}
[19:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 grapple vs Gourash
[19:40] <Rei-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+19 grapple vs Gourash --> [ 1d20=14 ]{33}
[19:40] <Gourash> roll 1d20+19 Come on strength!
[19:40] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+19 Come on strength! --> [ 1d20=20 ]{39}
[19:41] <Ebiris> There's a furious exchange of blows, Amonet managing to rip up one of the tentacles with her lance before she's ensnared, held aloft in the vice-like grip of the anarchy calamari! Gourash, despite suffering a tremendous series of attacks, is able to wrestle away the tentacles trying to grab him, and act freely!
[19:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Puk'lor, Keylin, and Gourash
[19:42] <Ebiris> OOC: ranseur
[19:42] * Gourash howls in rage and pain, battered horrendously by the barrage of tentacles as he brings his scythe across, trying to end the creatures life while he still has his wits about him.
[19:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-4 attack 1
[19:42] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-4 attack 1 --> [ 1d20=8 ]{25}
[19:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-4 attack 2
[19:42] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+21-4 attack 2 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{28}
[19:43] <Gourash> roll 1d20+16-4 attack 3
[19:43] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20+16-4 attack 3 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{17}
[19:43] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits
[19:43] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+3+8
[19:43] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 2d4+13+3+8 --> [ 2d4=8 ]{32}
[19:43] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+3+8
[19:43] <Rei-chan> Gourash rolled : 2d4+13+3+8 --> [ 2d4=8 ]{32}
[19:44] <Ebiris> Gourash's first strike carves a ruinous path through the squid's flank, before he hooks the negative energy blade right through its eye and wrenches with all his might! There's a sickening splurting noise from within as the creature howls an incoherent sqeaul of rage and pain before it goes limp, nothing more than an island in the void for Gourash and Amonet, now.
[19:45] * Gourash sinks down to his knees, his breath ragged.
[19:45] <Amonet> "An excellent strike!" Amonet commends, finding her balance.
[19:46] * Gourash grunted, his eyes blinking a few times before recognizing Amonet. "I hurt all over...But at least it not getting up."
[19:47] * Amonet moves closer, letting her healing touch voice her gratitude!
[19:47] * Alveria catches herself by creating a smooth, stony platform under her feet, which slowly floats up to plug the hole Marjorie made.
[19:49] <Ebiris> "Sorry about that, Alveria," Marjorie gives Alveria a sheepish look, before glancing back over to the inert squid and the two lively figures atop it. "Looks like we won, though!"
[19:49] <Alveria> "Looks like a good spot for a nap!"

[Ebiris]

While travelling through Limbo, the Mace of Disruption returns to normal the same day you fought the squid.

The lance... does not. Though its aura seems stabilised the following day, it seems different than before. IDing it reveals the following:

Lance of Radiance (strong evocation and necromancy)
Mithril Holy Lance of Draining +2

Draining (+3 enhancement)
On a critical hit, this weapon drains 1d4 points of an attribute of the wielder's choice from the target.

It's now worth 113,000gp

EDIT: Changed the price to account for constant effect Daylight and mithral composition. Technically a constant effect daylight should add on 67,500gp, but seriously, Daylight is fucking weaksauce, so I'm only bumping the price up by 10k for that, and another 5k for the mithral.

[Ebiris]

[14:58] <Ebiris> After the close encounter with one of Limbo's apex predators, the brave heroes continue onwards on their perilous quest. Eventually leaving the region of waterspouts and windstorms, calmer weather reigns over the next two days, before they finally catch sight of their goal.
[14:58] <Ebiris> Way off in the distance, it looks like a large floating island with blocky structures across its surface, and hard to make out in detail. Puk'lor seems relieved, however, as he points towards it. "Shrak'Tor. Finally, we have arrived."
[14:59] <Ebiris> *Shrak'Tkor
[15:01] <Gourash> "Think the gith will give up after this?" Gourash wondered as they continued towards Shrak'Tkor.
[15:01] <Alveria> If Alveria has an opinion, she's keeping it to herself.
[15:02] <Ebiris> "Well, on one hand, we'll be getting rid of the... thing in Alveria's head that they want so much. On the other, they'll probably come after us for that Silver Sword. Or maybe they'll come after us just because they really don't like us?" Marjorie suggests as she ambles along the rocky causeway over the void alongside Amonet.
[15:05] <Alveria> "Hmph. Don't misunderstand, Marjorie. I'm not here because I'm scared of the Githyanki. Not anymore."
[15:06] <Gourash> "Because it a pain having a sword in your head, right?"
[15:07] <Amonet> "And because we've gone too far to turn back now, I suppose," Amonet adds.
[15:08] <Alveria> "Either of those will do. "
[15:10] <Alveria> She sighs. "Nonetheless, here we are. I wonder if there really is even a solution, or if we're here on a false hope. Either way..."
[15:11] <Ebiris> "I guess we beat them last time, but it's not like it was easy. And if they keep after us, they only need to get lucky once," Marjorie muses as the great monastery of the Githzerai looms ever closer. Unlike the Githzerai city you visited before, Shrak'Tkor seems built with a definite 'up' and 'down', the bottom half of the rock it floats upon utterly barren, while numerous fortified interconnected structures dot its upper half.
[15:11] * Gourash looking over it comments, "I already like look of Shrak'Tkor more."
[15:12] <Alveria> "Doesn't matter," replies Alveria. "Githyanki, demons, humans, beasts. No doubt I'll lose a fight one day. But you don't study evocation if you're someone who enjoys peace, anyway."
[15:13] * Gourash laughs.
[15:13] <Ebiris> "The Githyanki would suffer dearly if they attacked this place - if nothing else, it will offer sanctuary," Puk'lor nods as he angles the path towards a large courtyard where several dozen Githzerai in loose robes are seen performing what look to be unarmed fighting drills. A few pause their exercises and look up as you approach, one seen running into a building to the side.
[15:15] <Amonet> "If they do, we'll do our best to protect the place and its residents while you take care of the issue of that sword, Alveira," Amonet says, observing the surroundings.
[15:16] <Alveria> "Running off to fight by yourself again, I see. But we needn't worry. If anything, this place will be the thing doing the protecting, I'm sure."
[15:16] <Alveria> "If the Githyanki were going to bring an army," she snorts, "-we'd have been ruined from the start."
[15:17] <Gourash> "Only fair," Gourash nodded in agreement with Amonet.  "If they attack, we help.  They helping us."
[15:17] <Ebiris> "We can jump the rest of the way down," Puk'lor says once you're about one hundred feet above the courtyard. It's about two hundred feet square and surrounded by raised battlements dotted with guard towers. A blocky pyramid-like structure dominates one side of the courtyard - the largest building on the 'island'. Most of the others are built just like it, with varying scales, while several tall circular towers are dotted here and there.
[15:17] <Amonet> "No one would run off on their own," she says defensively.
[15:18] * Alveria shrugs, and leaps off, one hand holding her hat in place.
[15:19] * Amonet is not far behind.
[15:19] * Gourash leaps, having gotten fairly used to crazy 'reasonable' stunts here.
[15:20] <Ebiris> Down below, a Githzerai dressed in similar robes as Puk'lor steps out of the main building and waves up at your monk. "Hail!" she calls in Gith, even as the party begins to descend - fortunately at a slow pace that prevents injury upon landing.
[15:20] <Ebiris> Upon closer inspection, you can see the new arrival carries a twin-bladed glaive on her back, which is made of the same shimmering material as Puk'lor's weapon. "Puk'lor? What brings you back, after so long?" she asks, some surprise showing.
[15:22] * Alveria shivers at the sight of yet another one of these blades.
[15:23] <Ebiris> "Kii'na," Puk'lor bows respectfully to his counterpart, before speaking in Common. "I have an... unusual situation, involving one of my companions. Are any of the High Artificers in residence?"
[15:25] <Ebiris> The newly identified Kii'na eyes the party for a moment before nodding. "Come with me - I think I would like to hear this as well." She briefly turns to the students who seem to be gawking at the new arrivals and barks out in Gith, "Resume your exercises! A disciplined mind does not allow for distraction!"
[15:25] <Ebiris> That done, she returns to Common, "If you'll follow me?" she asks, before leading the group towards a gate in the walls, heading out of the courtyard.
[15:27] * Alveria flinches at those words, too, somehow feeling very, very alienated in this place. Nonetheless, she follows after the woman in due course.
[15:27] * Gourash follows as well.
[15:33] <Ebiris> Outside of the courtyard, Kii'na leads you along a narrow paved path through a sand garden towards another blocky pyramid that looks like it had the top half chopped off. Walking through the open doors into a wide hallway, she leads the group up a set of stairs and into a smaller, though still quite open, chamber.
[15:33] <Ebiris> In here sits a positively ancient looking Githzerai, his face looking like it's covered by very old and fragile parchment. His hair is the colour of steel and tied into a tight topknot, while a long whiskery mustache gives him a rather sagacious look. He sits cross-legged on a wooden stand, seeming to be contemplating an orange fire burning in a brazier in the centre of the room.
[15:36] <Ebiris> OOC: Alvie, make a caster level check
[15:37] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9
[15:37] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 and gets 28." [1d20=19]
[15:37] <Ebiris> The aged Githzerai seems unwilling to respond to your arrival, and merely sits staring into the fire, his eyes looking like two spheres of polished coal. Puk'lor and Kii'na seem content enough to wait, however, not disturbing the man's meditations.
[15:38] * Amonet doesn't really have a problem with waiting, either.
[15:39] * Alveria glances briefly at Puk'Lor before focusing on the man before them all, still waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
[15:41] <Ebiris> After a long moment, the Githzerai rises with an audible creaking noise, and walks around the fire, his eyes studying each of the visitors in turn before settling on Kii'na. "Yes, Honoured Zerth? How may this humble artisan assist you?" Despite his words, it seems obvious enough from their respective postures that Kii'na is the underling, here.
[15:42] <Ebiris> "Puk'lor has something he wishes to discuss with you, Master Da'tinga," the female Zerth replies with a gesture at your monk.
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 and gets 21." [1d20=7]
[15:42] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[15:43] <Alveria> 1d20+8
[15:43] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 and gets 26." [1d20=18]
[15:46] -> *Alveria* For a moment, your head spins, and you find yourself presented with a vision of... elsewhere. An old and bent looking Githyanki woman peers into a silvered mirror, her face scrunching up in irritation and distaste. "Bah, elusive, this one is... Nevermind, I have other avenues," she mutters to herself in Gith, before gesturing dismissively at the mirror.
[15:46] -> *Alveria* You somehow know that she is on another plane... and then the vision ends and you find yourself back in the monastery, no time seeming to have passed.
[15:48] <Ebiris> Puk'lor steps forward at this, and begins to explain much the same information as you gave to him what seems like an age ago back in Cassandra Ward's mansion. Kii'na looks fairly shocked at all this, occassionally looking between her own weapon and Alveria.
[15:48] * Alveria flinches for a moment. "They never stop," she mutters.
[15:48] <Ebiris> Da'Tinga's own expression remains inscrutable throughout, until Puk'lor concludes, "This situation is unprecedented to my knowledge. But, as one who crafts the Karach blades, I had hoped you would have more interest, Master," he finishes with a respectful bow.
[15:52] <Ebiris> The wizened looking Githzerai craftsman looks long and hard at Alveria after Puk'lor finishes explaining matters. "Hmm... often do wizards seek the power of Chaos Lodestones for themselves, but this situation... this is different," he murmurs, his voice scratchy and aged but nonetheless strong. "I must meditate upon this, and consult with my peers. I trust accomodation can be made for our guests in the meantime?" he asks with a glance at Kii'na.
[15:53] <Ebiris> "Of course, Master," Kii'na nods, before turning to address the group. "I trust this suits all of you?"
[15:53] <Ebiris>  glance at Kii'na.
[15:54] * Gourash shrugs. "We came here for it.  We need wait.  We wait."
[15:54] <Alveria> "My friend has said it right."
[15:57] <Ebiris> And so, in short order, the group is taken to a dormitory in one of the neighbouring buildings, Puk'lor being swiftly dragged off by Kii'na so they can catch up with each other. The quarters offered are rather spartan, merely a firm cot and nothing else in the way of furniture. According to Kii'na, a student will be sent to tell you when meals are to be served.
[16:00] <Alveria> Alveria curls up in a tiny ball on one of the cots, holding her knees close to her chest. "I'm scared," she says, sounding like a little girl.
[16:01] <Ebiris> "You are?" the group's resident little girl asks in stark surprise, staring at Alveria. "But what about all that stuff you said earlier?"
[16:03] <Alveria> "'snotabout that," mumbles the elf, fiddling with her ears. "'s like. I can't remember much about what I was like before I came to the mainland."
[16:03] <Alveria> "'think I'm so used to this thing that I don't know what it'll be like without it, now."
[16:04] <Gourash> "That life.  Sometimes it change you," Gourash said simply.
[16:05] <Amonet> "Said better than I could put it," Amonet admits, nodding.
[16:05] <Ebiris> "You mean you might have been really polite and sweet, and didn't have a laugh that could make flowers wilt?" Marjorie asks, seeming not to have caught the mood espoused by Gourash and Amonet.
[16:08] <Alveria> "Like you're one to talk," replies Alveria, dispiritedly. "Ms. Ghost. Don't you feel the same way at all? Even if it's not natural, if you're used to something for a long time, losing it could feel dangerous anyway."
[16:10] <Gourash> "She loses being dead....  think she come out ahead.'
[16:10] <Ebiris> "I guess..." Marjorie's expression twists slightly. "But I'm not sure I'll miss being able to terrify people with my voice, or crush their spirits with a look. The telekinesis and flying through walls is kind of fun, I guess, but I really miss actually feeling stuff when I touch it."
[16:13] <Alveria> "I guess my problems don't compare to hers. Bah, I'm being selfish." She sits up and stretches out a bit. "Well, I dunno what I'll be like if or when this gets fixed, so thanks for helping me up until now. If you still feel like sticking together after this, then I'll aid you in whatever endeavours you see fit to persue."
[16:15] <Amonet> "Yes! We'll remain friends even afterwards!"
[16:16] <Ebiris> "I'm sure no matter what happens, you'll still need someone to keep you out of trouble, Alveria," Marjorie replies smugly. "Even if I might lose a bunch of stuff if I'm no longer a ghost, I'll still do my best to keep you on the straight and narrow."
[16:16] * Gourash grunted. "Why leave?  Money good."
[16:20] <Ebiris> The rest of the day passes in somewhat boring solitude for the party, broken only by a meal of some porridge like substance (it's terribly bland) and a few mushrooms. The following day passes in much the same manner, and it's only on the morning of your third day at the monastery when Puk'lor comes to visit. "Master Da'Tinga believes he may have a solution to your problem," he tells the group without preamble.
[16:22] <Alveria> "So we're gonna go speak to him?"
[16:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 48." [1d100=48]
[16:26] <Ebiris> Puk'lor nods. "Follow me." And with that, he leads the party out of their dormitories and towards the largest structure of the monastery, passing numerous training monks on the way. Inside the monolithic edifice, he leads the group downstairs through several cramped passageways before reaching a large room with various arcane runes etched deeply into the floor, and three elderly Githzerai wait in the centre - one of whom you recognise as Master Da'Tinga.
[16:26] <Ebiris> Kii'na also lingers near the door, seeming more like a relaxed observer than a participant. In the centre of the magic circle is a tray filled with what looks like quicksilver - despite the stillness of the room, it rolls across the surface its on, splitting and merging at whim.
[16:26] <Ebiris> recognise as Master Da'Tinga.
[16:27] * Alveria inclines her head towards the group, slightly, somehow glad that Puk'Lor has already taken care of introductions and formalities. She *does not like this place* no matter how much it might help her.
[16:30] <Ebiris> The room is lit by four braziers in each corner - one red, one blue, one yellow, and one purple. Nonetheless it's still somewhat dark and oppressive, the domed roof doing little to ease the claustraphobic feeling the room engenders. "Greetings, Alveria Calhadre,"
[16:30] <Ebiris> Da'Tinga bows sollemnly to the elf. "Your situation has roused much interest in my fellow artisans, and I am pleased to say, we have a method that should theoretically extract the Karach essence from your being, and at the same time allow us to forge a new blade. However, it would be dishonest to say that this is a tested procedure; therefore you do not have to proceed if you do not wish to."
[16:31] <Alveria> "This is the one course I've managed to stick to, and I shan't diverge at yet more danger," replies Alveria. "What will this entail?"
[16:38] <Ebiris> "In a sense, it is similar to how a Karach Blade is forged to begin with - the only difference being that without a lodestone proper, we have substituted Anarchic Iron for the material component. As the chaotic energies you carry are the important part, this should not result in a blade of any inferior quality," Da'Tinga explains.
[16:38] <Ebiris> "For your part, we will seek to draw out those energies from you, and shape them with our will into the desired form. I admit, this could cause some damage to your psyche if things are not handled delicately - however, I and my two companions are among the most skilled artisans of the Githzerai, and I am confident we can accomplish this without causing any disruption to yourself."
[16:40] <Alveria> "Then I should have nothing to fear, right? When do we start? What should I do?"
[16:41] <Ebiris> Da'Tinga smiles and gestures to the centre of the circle. "If you will sit in the circle... although, firstly, do you have any magic items or active spells of the transmutation school on you? You will want to remove those, first."
[16:42] <Amonet> "Should we do anything?" Amonet asks. "Besides providing support, of course."
[16:43] <Alveria> "You can hold this," replies Alveria, pulling off a headband concealed under her hat. "Ah, there go about ten I.Q. points already."
[16:44] <Ebiris> "We're just spectators," Kii'na notes with a glance towards Amonet. "It's odd, though. Normally a Karach is only made for a Zerth who has proven themself - I'm not even sure what we could do with one that isn't attuned to a wielder."
[16:45] <Alveria> Alveria leaves her scrolls and other expendable equipment with Amonet, as well as her cloak. "I'm ready," she proclaims.
[16:45] * Amonet collects them and stands clear so as to not interfere with the proceedings.
[16:47] <Ebiris> "Then we begin," Da'Tinga nods, before adding kindly, "You may wish to make yourself comfortable. The ritual is a lengthy one." With that, Da'Tinga and the two unnamed Githzerai take positions equidistant around the magic circle and begin to chant, Da'Tinga seeming to lead while the others provide a sonorous background thrum.
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:48] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8 fail 3 in a row and I die?
[16:48] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 fail 3 in a row and I die? and gets 20." [1d20=12]
[16:48] -> *Alveria* You feel a little bit sleepy, but nothing you can't ignore.
[16:48] * Alveria is kneeling in the usual position she adopts for trance, no stranger to being seated for long periods of time.
[16:49] -> *Alveria* Make that trancy, or however elves feel when tired.
[16:50] <Ebiris> Slowly, the glyphs and runes on the floor around Alveria begin to light up, a brilliant white glow spreading outwards from her until the entire design is starkly illuminated - it seems to shed no outward light, which makes it contrast even more deeply with the relative gloom of these chambers.
[16:51] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 89." [1d100=89]
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Alvie
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[16:52] <Alveria> *technically +4. geez.
[16:53] -> *Alveria* A dull ache begins to make itself feel present within your head... it feels faintly familiar, but wrong, somehow. Like something you once experienced a long time ago, only far slower and muddled up.
[16:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 21." [1d20=2]
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: another will save, Alvie
[16:55] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 12." [1d20=1]
[16:55] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[16:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 2." [1d4=2]
[16:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 4." [1d4=4]
[16:58] <Ebiris> Da'Tinga buckles somewhat, hesitating in his chanting... some blood is visible starting to leak from his nose, but he nonetheless straightens his posture and bravely forges on.
[16:58] -> *Alveria* You feel something inside you resisting... whether it's you or the karach you can't tell, so long entwined have they been. All you do know is that it *hurts*. (OOC: 4 wis damage)
[17:01] * Gourash watches, covering his eyes slightly at the bright white glows.
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 38." [1d20=19]
[17:02] <Ebiris> Da'Tinga seems to recover the flow of the ritual, however, and a thin mist begins to pour forth from Alveria's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. It flows around her heads, shifting and shimmering with all the colours of the rainbow, while Puk'lor and Kii'na look on with rapt interest.
[17:04] <Ebiris> Keylin briefly glances down the hallway leading into the chamber, muttering, "Someone's coming." Sure enough, racing footsteps are heard a moment later, before a young looking Githzerai monk races into view. "Sensei!" he calls loudly in alarm, prompting a worried look from Kii'na.
[17:04] <Ebiris> "What is it?" she whispers harshly, meeting him outside the chamber.
[17:06] <Ebiris> "The Children of Gith come!" the monk sputters. "Three ships, and two great dragons!"
[17:06] * Gourash steps outside as well.
[17:06] <Gourash> "They hungry for fighting."
[17:08] <Gourash> "How close?"
[17:08] <Amonet> At the news, Amonets hands Alveria's scrolls over to Marjorie!
[17:09] <Ebiris> "Dammit!" Kii'na curses. "The ritual cannot be interrupted - the rest of you stay here in case they breach the temple, to defend the Masters and your friend. I'll see to our defence!" With that, she takes off down the corridor, Puk'lor following.
[17:09] <Ebiris> The other monk lingers to answer Gourash, "Hard to tell distance, but think they about ten minutes away," he answers in stilted Common.
[17:09] <Ebiris> "I'll come with you - an archer is no good down here anyway!" Keylin calls, racing after the two Zerths.
[17:11] * Gourash nods and heads along, ready for fighting.
[17:11] <Ebiris> Marjorie fumbles a bit with the scrolls suddenly foisted on her. "What should we do? Just sit here in case they get past everyone else and charge into the random underground tunnels?" she asks shrilly.
[17:11] * Alveria just sits there, apparently oblivious to what's going on.
[17:12] <Amonet> "How about making a stand at the entrance to the temple?" Amonet suggests. "We would have somewhere to retreat to, should there be a need, and fight a delaying battle."
[17:12] <Ebiris> "Wait, Gourash!" Marjorie hurries after the orc and haltingly reads off one of Alveria's scrolls, blessing him with protection from fire. "They'll be red dragons, right?"
[17:12] <Gourash> "Good plan.  Also gives us a way to get out of the open with dragons....  also thanks," Gourash nodded.
[17:13] * Amonet activates her own protection from fire!
[17:14] <Amonet> With a silent plea for forgiveness to the oblivious elf, Amonet puts her belt on, intent on having it aid in her survival, and calls upon Horus-Re's power for much of the same.
[17:14] <Ebiris> Marjorie fumbles through the scrolls a bit more as they head on up, before casting Stoneskin on Amonet. "Phew, so many scrolls... I hope Alveria doesn't get mad at me using them up."
[17:15] <Amonet> "At the worst case, I will buy them from her," Amonet tells Marjorie.
[17:16] <Ebiris> "Shouldn't at least one of us stay here just in case they sneak past the main entrance?" Marjorie asks, glancing worriedly back at the occupied Alveria and Githzerai.
[17:16] <Amonet> "Is there a scroll of Alarm?"
[17:17] <Ebiris> "Um..." Marjorie rifles through the parchment for a moment before looking up worriedly. "No."
[17:18] <Amonet> "Then how about you staying?" Amonet suggests. "Call us back if they do sneak in."
[17:19] <Gourash> "And try and drive them back..." Gourash nodded.
[17:19] <Ebiris> "Okay. Good luck!" Marjorie nods quickly, drifting back to the entrance of the chamber before vanishing from sight. All the while the three Githzerai continue to chant as if oblivious, although a definite note of tension is now visible within the group.

[Ebiris]

[15:23] <Ebiris> As a rainbow of colours swirl around Alveria's head, a duplicate of Gourash springs into life by the door, facing down the corridor and holding his scythe menacingly. "Just something to keep them distracted if they do get this far," Marjorie's disembodied voice assures you.
[15:25] <Carthrat> Alveria doesn't reply, remaining in a meditative position in the centre of the room and focusing entirely on *not* focusing.
[16:06] <Ebiris> Up above, rumblings and screams are heard, competing with the noise of the Githzerai's chanting as the entire room shakes, some dust falling from the ceiling with the intensity of whatever is happening above your heads.
[16:07] * Alveria is already in turmoil and can't be concerned with little things like the building around her collapsing.
[16:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 23." [1d20=4]
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:13] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6 ow
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 ow and gets 7." [1d20=1]
[16:17] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 16." [1d20=9]
[16:17] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 2." [1d4=2]
[16:18] <Ebiris> Alveria finds her will seared by the abrupt removal of the karach essence from her mind, leaving her even more confused and disoriented... and in quite a lot of pain. Despite some harriedness, the Githzerai struggle onwards with their ritual...
[16:19] * Alveria starts biting her lip, hard enough for it to *really hurt*. But physical pain is an improvement if it keeps her distracted, now.
[16:20] <Ebiris> "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" Marjorie's disembodied voice calls from down the corridor, followed by...
[16:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[16:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 10." [1d20=3]
[16:21] <Ebiris> "Hey, come back here!" she then calls, sounding like she's getting closer.
[16:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 assassin
[16:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 assassin and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[16:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3 ghost
[16:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 ghost and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[16:24] <Alveria> Curiosity gets the better of Alvie, and one of her eyes cracks open a bit before she tries, once again, to forget the material world around her while this ritual is going on.
[16:24] <Ebiris> Marjorie is seen flying after... well, you can't actually see anyone else. But Marjorie looks pretty mad as she begins to cast a spell, before a lance of ice flies down the corridor towards you!
[16:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 27." [1d20=16]
[16:25] <Ebiris> roll 2d8
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8 and gets 14." [2d8=6, 8]
[16:25] <Ebiris> There's a scream of pain from someone you can't see as the ice bolt abruptly explodes halfway down the corridor, before a Githyanki figure suddenly appears, blades drawn as he charges Marjorie!
[16:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 16." [1d20=5]
[16:26] <Ebiris> But she drifts back just out of reach, before *staring* at the unfortunate Githyanki.
[16:26] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+1
[16:26] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+1 and gets 20." [1d20=19]
[16:26] <Ebiris> Who seems unharmed by this, if a little unnerved.
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 2#1d20+9
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2#1d20+9 and gets 26." [2#1d20+9 = 16, 10]
[16:28] <Ebiris> While he retaliates fiercely, neither of his attacks seem to do any good at the ghostly girl, who then reaches out to gently tap him.
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 16." [1d20=9]
[16:28] <Ebiris> roll 1.5*1d4
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1.5*1d4 and gets 6." [1d4=4]
[16:29] <Ebiris> And with a gurgling scream, the Githyanki withers up into a dried husk and collapses, quite dead. "Keep going, everything under control, here!" she calls over supportively.
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 35." [1d20=16]
[16:42] <Ebiris> Finally, ever so slowly, the rainbow coloured light begins to disengage from Alveria, flowing into the anarchic iron which begins to churn and bubble, shifting into various barely formed and generic shapes. Alveria feels herself losing a part of herself, but perhaps also regaining something long lost... it's all so very fuzzy and unclear for a long moment as she tries to make sense of it all.
[16:42] -> *Alveria* Entirely up to you how you want to play this out.
[16:45] <Alveria> Alveria's eyes open, and she starts wobbling on the spot, slowly clenching and unclenching her fists in front of her, with long, deep breaths. She starts wiping her face with her crimson sleeve, pulling tressed hair out tired eyes and looking around as if she's never been here before.
[16:48] <Alveria> The common tounge manages to slip from her mind for a while, whilst she glances around and starts twisting her tounge around a few words in elven, before promptly staggering against a wall, deep breaths giving way to a pronounced heaving. Clutching her stomach, she takes another moment to get her bearings-
[16:48] <Ebiris> The three Githzerai crafters slump to their knees, seeming exhausted, while Marjorie drifts back into the chamber. "Did you do it?" she asks hesitantly.
[16:48] <Alveria> -before asking a pertinent question. "Do... where am I? What is this?"
[16:50] <Ebiris> "We're at the Githzerai monastery and everyone's fighting for their lives upstairs! Come on, Alveria, if you're all done with the ritual, we need to help them!" the ghostly blue girl insists, floating towards Alveria.
[16:53] <Alveria> "Gith...zerai? I... ugh!" Clutching her head, she twists to look at the ghost again, face contoring wierdly. "Ah, a fight.. is that.. spells, I have.. spells in my mind. These aren't the ones I prepared.. but.. no matter." Before that, though, she twists to stare at the anarchic iron for a moment. Rather than walking for the door, she reaches tentative fingers towards it. "Then, to be here, I must have failed-"
[16:53] <Alveria> "-you, there, Githzerai, is this weapon to belong to me, or another?"
[16:56] <Ebiris> "Ugh... it has no master, yet," the wizened looking Githzerai replies as he looks up wearily. "You have earned it, if that is your desire, but *know* that the Children of Gith are unlikely to relinquish their pursuit of you so long as you carry it."
[16:58] <Alveria> "Then-" Alveria grins, suddenly, lurching off the wall towards the weapon. "It seems that my failure may not be absolute. My apologies for taking your time." With that, she lunges to grab it, *willing* a hilt to appear where her hand travels.
[17:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 7." [1d100=7]
[17:04] <Ebiris> The metal seems to react instinctively to Alveria's desires, forming a rapier with an intricate basket hilt shaped like a twinning flame, flowing around her hand! The very base of the razor sharp blade that forms possesses an etched autumn leaf, and after an instant, bright flames erupt all along the length of the blade!
[17:08] * Alveria lifts it perpendicular to herself, and then sighs, briefly, before letting it drop to the side. "So many years... well, then. You, ghost. Take me to the fight."
[17:09] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 32." [1d100=32]
[17:13] <Ebiris> "Right, come with me!" Marjorie nods, not protesting things as she suddenly flies off down the darkened corridor ahead!
[17:16] * Alveria sighs for a moment. The flames wither and die from the sword at her side, which simply gleams silently for a moment. "Into the fray, then," she murmurs, words twisting from her lips and rendering her invisible before she dashes out.
[17:18] <Ebiris> The ghostly girl glows faintly in the darkness, making her easy enough to follow through the labyrinthine passages, even as you're forced to step over a curiously withered and and dried out husk of a Githyanki corpse...

[Ebiris]

[15:23] <Ebiris> Racing through the corridors after Puk'lor and Kii'na, Amonet and Gourash exit into the courtyard, where Kii'na is seen casting a spell of some sort as she points at the various tall guard towers around, before seeming to issue orders in a language you sadly can't understand.
[15:23] <Ebiris> Dozens of Githzerai are seen preparing for battle - the vast majority are unarmed, either monks or spellcasters, but a significant number are seen wearing armour and wielding weapons, most of them favouring reach weapons.
[15:23] <Ebiris> Looking up in the sky, you can see the opposition in the distance. Three ships, looking like nothing you've ever seen before, approach. While hard to make out exact details from this distance, they seem wider and flatter than you'd expect, and are coloured in black and green that has an almost metallic shine, rather than wood. Only the white sails, currently full of wind, are anything like a normal ship.
[15:23] <Ebiris> Two huge dragons are also seen flying alongside the armada, one above and one below - again, it's hard to tell for sure, but they definitely look a lot bigger than Resniax.
[15:25] <Amonet> As the githyanki approach like a mindless swarm, Amonet casts two more spells in preparation!
[15:25] <Amonet> roll 1d8+3 aid
[15:25] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+3 aid and gets 11." [1d8=8]
[15:28] <Ebiris> Kii'na briefly glances away from the Githzerai she's organising to spot Amonet and Gourash. "I thought you were staying behind to protect the Masters and your friend?" she asks sharply in common.
[15:29] <Amonet> "We left our friend behind," Amonet responds. "She'll summon us if we're needed, and hold down the fort in the meantime."
[15:29] * Gourash hefts his new scythe, his axe hanging on his back, ready to go as he growled.  "Been a while since I've gotten swept up in one of these.  Keep together.  We can't make too big a target until we can get close to the dragons.
[15:32] <Ebiris> "That little girl?" she asks in disbelief, before glancing at Puk'lor who gives a tiny nod, causing Kii'na to relent. "Fine, I won't turn down help. Most of the warriors here can handle the Children of Gith, but it's those dragons I'm worried about - you two stick close to me and we'll focus on them, okay?" With that, she proceeds to cast another spell before barking out more instructions in Gith.
[15:32] * Gourash nods. "Let's cut our way to them."
[15:33] <Ebiris> Up above, ballista bolts suddenly spring forth from the high towers, even though the Githyanki force is surely at the maximum range and unlikely to be bothered by fire from such a distance...
[15:33] <Ebiris> roll 6#1d20+2
[15:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 6#1d20+2 and gets 72." [6#1d20+2 = 19, 9, 8, 11, 18, 7]
[15:35] <Ebiris> While it looks unlikely that they did any damage, one of the Githyanki ships and one of the dragons abruptly wink out of existence. Kii'na says something triumphant sounding in Gith and barks out more orders as the enemy continues to approach... they'll be in range for long range spells momentarily.
[15:37] <Ebiris> "Take cover, they'll start fireballing us any second!" Kii'na obligingly tells you in common as most of the Githzerai move to take advantage of the walls and mounds in the terrain. She herself ducks back into the doorway to the main temple, Puk'lor following right behind her.
[15:38] <Amonet> "This way, Gourash!" Amonet calls out, as she follows the two. "Protecting the temple is our main priority, after all."
[15:41] * Gourash nods, heading back and staying behind the huge temple doors.
[15:42] <Ebiris> More ballistae bolts sing forth from the huge guard towers, these ones crackling with electricity - alongside them, several fireballs are launched from among the towers, while more are seen screaming across the sky and arcing towards the monastery from the Githyanki battleships! Just as the group takes cover, one slams into the courtyard just before the doors, causing a vast wall of flame to gush out towards you!
[15:42] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex saves, +2 cover bonus
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 Kii'na
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 Kii'na and gets 21." [1d20=15]
[15:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 Puk'lor
[15:43] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 Puk'lor and gets 23." [1d20=9]
[15:43] <Amonet> roll 1d20+15
[15:43] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+15 and gets 33." [1d20=18]
[15:44] <Gourash> roll 1d20+6 REFLEX
[15:44] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+6 REFLEX and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[15:44] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[15:44] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 17." [5d6=1, 4, 1, 6, 5]
[15:46] <Ebiris> While Puk'lor is able to dodge without injury, and Amonet and Kii'na both seem to ward off the flames with their magic, Gourash is not so lucky. His own magic only wards off some of the heat, leaving him a bit burned. Across the courtyard, most of the Githzerai appear to have survived this initial bombardment without injury, although one of the tall towers is blackened and ruined near the top, likely taking its artillery out of the battle.
[15:46] <Ebiris> battle/
[15:46] <Ebiris> battle.
[15:48] * Gourash growls, shaking off the ashes.  "I tear them to ribbon," angrily he growled, Staying more now on the inside of the door though, keeping an eye on the approaching horde, and particularly the dragons.
[15:48] <Ebiris> "Here it comes... get ready," Kii'na murmurs as the dragon begins to swoop in ahead of the two battleships now that the initial exchange of fire is done...
[15:48] * Amonet uses the time they have until the gith arrive to restore some of Gourash's vitality.
[15:48] <Amonet> roll 1d8+3
[15:48] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+3 and gets 10." [1d8=7]
[15:50] <Gourash> "Wait for it...rush after the first blast.  Puk'lor...can you do that slow spell you did when we rushed the Reaper?"
[15:51] <Ebiris> Kii'na screams something in Gith just as the dragon descends on the courtyard and lets loose a terrific blast of fire from above! It's an elemental firestorm, knocking those who are unable to spread out in time away like ragdolls while the fires continue to blaze an inferno over the middle of the courtyard, screams of agony ensuing even as the Dragon climbs and begins to fly towards one of the guard towers!
[15:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d4+2
[15:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4+2 and gets 3." [1d4=1]
[15:53] <Gourash> "Let's go, now!  That one!"  Gourash growled, shifting to his axe and adjusting his gravity dragonward, twisting to head feet first towards it.
[15:53] <Ebiris> As the dragon pulls up, the Githzerai and Githyanki both attack, the ships now in range! Hordes of screaming Githyanki knights hurl themselves down from their ships, even as the Githzerai leap impossibly into the sky to board them! A trio of Githyanki land heavily near your position, all carrying greatswords. Kii'na wastes no time in bursting forward to attack them.
[15:53] <Ebiris> OOC: init, here
[15:53] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 Init
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 Init and gets 14." [1d20=13]
[15:53] * Amonet throws herself into action after Gourash!
[15:53] <Ebiris> roll 3#1d20+3 Gith mooks
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3#1d20+3 Gith mooks and gets 20." [3#1d20+3 = 4, 6, 10]
[15:53] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 11." [1d20=11]
[15:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Puk'lor
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Puk'lor and gets 13." [1d20=6]
[15:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Kii'na
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Kii'na and gets 15." [1d20=7]
[15:55] <Ebiris> Leaping into the midst of the Githyanki warriors, Kii'na unslings her glaive and whips it out in a wide arc to slash through all three!
[15:55] <Ebiris> roll 3#1d20+13
[15:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3#1d20+13 and gets 60." [3#1d20+13 = 20, 18, 22]
[15:55] <Ebiris> roll 3#1d10+7
[15:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3#1d10+7 and gets 39." [3#1d10+7 = 11, 16, 12]
[15:56] <Ebiris> The middle Githyanki screams as the karach glaive severs his throat, an arc of blood spraying from his jugular! The other two remain up, but suffer terrible wounds at the hands of the Githzerai Zerth!
[15:56] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash
[15:57] * Gourash leaps at them as well, sweeping his scythe painfully at them.  (hitting the wounded one on the left first!)
[15:57] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18-4 scythe attack
[15:57] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18-4 scythe attack and gets 16." [1d20=2]
[15:57] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[15:58] <Gourash> OOC: Yay
[15:58] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+8 damage
[15:58] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d4+13+8 damage and gets 26." [2d4=4, 1]
[15:58] <Gourash> OOC: Cleave if he falls
[15:58] <Ebiris> OOC: Totally
[15:58] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18-4 scythe attack
[15:58] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18-4 scythe attack and gets 16." [1d20=2]
[15:58] <Ebiris> OOC: hit again
[15:58] <Gourash> roll 2d4+13+8 damage
[15:58] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d4+13+8 damage and gets 27." [2d4=2, 4]
[15:59] * Gourash yanks his scythe bloodily out of the second body, leaving them both to fall to the floor.
[15:59] <Ebiris> Following hot on Kii'na's heels, Gourash slays both remaining Githyanki in a horrific display of overkill, ripping out the spine of the first with his terrible scythe, before disembowling the second as he tries to remove the assorted bone and cartilidge from his weapon!
[16:00] <Ebiris> Up above, the Dragon is seen latching onto one of the guard towers and slamming its huge tail into it, making the stone walls shatter and crumble even as its peppered with ballista bolts and arrows from all sides, seeming to ignore the assault!
[16:01] * Amonet shoots past Gourash as she flies at the dragon, lance first!
[16:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4 Dragon init
[16:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 Dragon init and gets 14." [1d20=10]
* Retrieving #evildunes modes...
[16:02] <Gourash> "Kii, guard the door...we'll take down the dragon before he can kill more.  puk'lor, come on," Gourash joins amonet in a massive leap, reorienting as his gravity shifts towards it.
[16:02] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 init
[16:02] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 init and gets 11." [1d20=10]
[16:03] <Ebiris> The three soar upwards towards the dragon, Puk'lor arresting their fall as they land on the dragon and ruined tower surrounding it... But the dragon takes the chance to lash out at Amonet with a bite even as she falls into position!
[16:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 and gets 20." [1d20=1]
[16:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 critfail sadness
[16:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 critfail sadness and gets 31." [1d20=12]
[16:05] <Ebiris> But she's able to duck just in time, landing between the wyrm's wings, while Gourash lands on its haunches and Puk'lor near its hips!
[16:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash and Dragon both go
[16:06] * Gourash growls, his muscles flaring as rage fills his eyes, his trusty old axe slashing down on either side of the dragon's haunches tearing at muscle and bone.
[16:06] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 attack 1
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 attack 1 and gets 17." [1d20=1]
[16:06] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 attack 1 critfail check o_o
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 attack 1 critfail check o_o and gets 24." [1d20=8]
[16:07] <Gourash> roll 1d20+15-4 attack 2
[16:07] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+15-4 attack 2 and gets 21." [1d20=10]
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: critfail and miss. Roll 1d100
[16:07] <Gourash> roll 1d100
[16:07] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d100 and gets 43." [1d100=43]
[16:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 3." [1d4=3]
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: No strength bonus to hit or damage for 3 rounds
[16:09] <Ebiris> Gourash felt something twist wrong in his muscles on that first attack, causing a surge of agony and numbness in his arms! Yet even as he considers this, the dragon opens its mouth and emits a cacaphonic roar before taking flight again to try and shed these nuisances! The terrible noise of the dragon blasts through each of the combatants, even as they struggle to keep their footing!
[16:09] <Ebiris> OOC: fort saves and reflex saves, all
[16:09] <Ebiris> roll 5d10
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d10 and gets 33." [5d10=5, 5, 9, 5, 9]
[16:09] <Gourash> roll 1d20+10 fort
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+10 fort and gets 18." [1d20=8]
[16:10] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 reflex
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 reflex and gets 10." [1d20=6]
[16:10] <Amonet> roll 1d20+21 fort
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+21 fort and gets 40." [1d20=19]
[16:10] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13 ref
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 ref and gets 14." [1d20=1]
[16:10] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 fort for Puk'lor
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 fort for Puk'lor and gets 25." [1d20=19]
[16:10] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 reflex for Puk'lor
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 reflex for Puk'lor and gets 18." [1d20=4]
[16:11] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:11] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 4." [1d4=4]
[16:11] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash is deafened for 4 rounds
[16:11] <Ebiris> Only Puk'lor is able to stay on the dragon as it takes off, while Gourash and Amonet both stumble and fall onto the surface of the tower, perpendicular to the battle raging below on the ground!
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: I'll give you both AoOs at least
[16:12] <Gourash> roll 1d20+10 AoO!
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+10 AoO! and gets 22." [1d20=12]
[16:12] <Amonet> Amonet's lance glows with holy energy as she attempts to make this strike count!
[16:13] <Amonet> roll 1d20+23 smite
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+23 smite and gets 30." [1d20=7]
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:13] <Amonet> roll 1d8+2d6+16
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+2d6+16 and gets 35." [1d8=8][2d6=6, 5]
[16:15] <Ebiris> At the very least, Amonet is able to make this strike count as she shears off several ruddy red scales, a shower of boiling blood resulting from the dragon as it flies away, Puk'lor doggedly clinging on... but not for long. With a single parting punch to the kidneys, the monk falls back towards the other two!
[16:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 31." [1d20=16]
[16:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d10+2+2d6
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10+2+2d6 and gets 10." [1d10=1][2d6=1, 6]
[16:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+18 save vs stun haha
[16:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+18 save vs stun haha and gets 26." [1d20=8]
[16:16] <Ebiris> The dragon buckles slightly, but continues to fly away, towards one of the last remaining guard towers - you can see one of the others nearby is currently dissolving to mud under some arcane magic, screams issuing forth from the occupants. Puk'lor looks in a bad way as he lands next to Amonet, blood streaming thickly from his ears.
[16:17] * Gourash quickly gulps down a cure moderate  wounds potion, yanking it from his belt.
[16:17] <Gourash> roll 2d8+3 (Right?)
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d8+3 (Right?) and gets 9." [2d8=5, 1]
[16:17] <Amonet> "Gourash, watch over us, please!" Amonet requests as she withdraws her wand and uses it on Puk'lor.
[16:17] <Amonet> roll 1d8+1
[16:17] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+1 and gets 2." [1d8=1]
[16:18] * Gourash tosses Puk'lor a potion of cure moderate as well.
[16:19] <Amonet> "Let's make our way back to the entrance of the temple," Amonet suggest, even as she glows with divine energy while following up on her own advice.
[16:19] <Ebiris> Puk'lor nods his thanks, and does indeed look a lot better after a moment of focus, waving off the potion. In the distance, you can see the Dragon assaulting the last remaining guard tower, swiftly reducing it to floating rubble!
[16:20] * Gourash groans, testing his arms. "I pulled something...  It'll be a bit until I work I pull it back in place..." He followed Amonet, growling in indignity and rage and slashing at any foolish enough to get in their path.
[16:21] * Amonet goes through the invading gith if she has to, intent on carving a path for her back to the temple's main entrance.
[16:22] <Ebiris> OOC: you could just fall there, but okay, let's do a mini-running battle~
[16:22] <Gourash> OOC: We like trouble clearly
[16:22] <Amonet> OOC: Yes!
[16:22] <Gourash> OOC: And it is cooler!
[16:23] <Ebiris> Charging down the surface of the tower, the three heroes see a party of Githyanki including what looks like a wizard currently battling a small and diminishing number of monks at the base!
[16:23] <Ebiris> OOC: you three can all act first, since they're not expecting you
[16:24] * Gourash lunges at the wizard with a howl of rage. (charge)
[16:25] <Gourash> roll 1d20+12-1 attack
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+12-1 attack and gets 18." [1d20=7]
[16:25] <Gourash> roll 1d12+1+2 ?  Whimper
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+1+2 ? Whimper and gets 7." [1d12=4]
[16:27] <Ebiris> Gourash manages to carve a rending path down the wizard's back, drawing blood but not enough to keep him down! Puk'lor follows up with his own flying kick, however!
[16:27] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 32." [1d20=17]
[16:27] <Ebiris> roll 1d10+2
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10+2 and gets 11." [1d10=9]
[16:27] <Ebiris> In conjunction with Gourash's own attack, that's enough to put the foe down! But a trio of Githyanki swordsmen remain to deal with, however!
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: wait on Amonet now
[16:33] * Amonet charges into the swordsmen's midst with a cry of, "For Horus-Re!"
[16:34] <Amonet> roll 1d20+18
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+18 and gets 24." [1d20=6]
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:35] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 and gets 18." [1d8=2][2d6=2, 3]
[16:36] <Ebiris> Amonet skewers her own target, efficiently dispatching him from the land of the living! Of the two remaining, one focuses on the remaining Puk'lor, while the other moves to attack Gourash, unfortunately both getting too close to Amonet for comfort.
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: you can AoO either, Amonet
[16:36] * Amonet attempts to dispatch the gith to her right!
[16:36] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[16:36] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 27." [1d20=11]
[16:36] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6
[16:36] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 and gets 19." [1d8=4][2d6=3, 1]
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: the one attacking Puk'lor or Gourash? This is important.
[16:36] <Amonet> OOC: Puk'lor, G can take care of himself
[16:37] <Ebiris> Amonet slays yet another child of Gith before he can reach the brave Zerth, while the last remaining one of this group charges Gourash with all his fury!
[16:37] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 14." [1d20=2]
[16:37] <Ebiris> But he overextends himself, missing pitifully, while two Githzerai monks leap over to pummel him viciously!
[16:38] <Ebiris> roll 2#1d20+9
[16:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2#1d20+9 and gets 36." [2#1d20+9 = 18, 18]
[16:38] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+4
[16:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+4 and gets 10." [2d6=5, 1]
[16:38] <Ebiris> He's battered and bruised, but still up!
[16:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:38] <Gourash> as Gourash brings his axe in a rising strike to send the poor gith down, he may wonder if that was really the right time to stay standing.
[16:39] <Gourash> roll 1d20+10 attack
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+10 attack and gets 22." [1d20=12]
[16:39] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:39] <Gourash> roll 1d12+1  Whimper
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+1 Whimper and gets 5." [1d12=4]
[16:39] <Gourash> OOC: I'll hit him with a second attack if needed
[16:39] <Ebiris> Somehow, precariously, the Githyanki stands up, looking horrifically maimed and punch drunk, but nonetheless standing despite it all!
[16:39] <Ebiris> OOC: it is
[16:39] <Gourash> roll 1d20+5
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[16:40] <Gourash> roll 1d12+1
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+1 and gets 13." [1d12=12]
[16:40] <Ebiris> Gourash swiftly rectifies this, however.
[16:40] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 21." [5d6=5, 4, 4, 4, 4]
[16:40] <Ebiris> Up on the last tower, you can see a storm of ice suddenly falling atop the perched dragon, wrecking what's left of the tower, but hopefully freezing and pummeling the wyrm something fierce!
[16:42] * Gourash waves the other two forward, taking up rear defense as they head towards the temple. "let's keep moving."
[16:42] * Amonet jumps into the air, and shifts her subjective gravity to take her towards the temple's entrance in controlled freefall, signalling to Puk'lor and Gourash to follow. "We'll regroup there!"
[16:43] <Ebiris> You can see a mound of Gith corpses laying around the entrance, as Kii;na
[16:43] <Ebiris> OOC: bah
[16:44] <Ebiris> You can see a mound of Gith corpses laying around the entrance, as Kii'na, looking a bit bloodied but still quite fiesty whirls her glaive about to slay any who approach, occassionally casting spells into the battlefield or at the dragon... speaking of which, it appears to be diving towards your position, all the towers now thoroughly neutralised.
[16:44] <Amonet> "Everything all right, Marjorie?" Amonet calls down the temple's hallways, even as she positions her lance at the diving dragon.
[16:45] <Ebiris> There's no reply. You do recall she is some distance away and around some twisted passageways, however. "Take cover!" Kii'na suddenly yells, diving back through the doorway as the dragon opens its flame-filled maw...
[16:45] <Gourash> "Focus on the now, Amonet" Gourash growled, kicking his feet off in a mighty leap at the diving dragon, bringing his axe to intercept it.
[16:45] * Amonet dives for cover as well!
[16:45] <Ebiris> OOC: init here to see if you can get to cover in time
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4 Dragon
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 Dragon and gets 10." [1d20=6]
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Kii'na
[16:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 can I cut it painfully in time?
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 can I cut it painfully in time? and gets 19." [1d20=18]
[16:45] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Kii'na and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 15." [1d20=15]
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Puk'lor
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Puk'lor and gets 22." [1d20=15]
[16:46] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wastes no time in diving for cover!
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:47] * Gourash continues his charging leap towards the dragon's wing, the gravity set on it as he brings his axe down, attempting to slash it to ribbons.
[16:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 AoO totally
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 AoO totally and gets 22." [1d20=3]
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[16:48] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+23-3
[16:48] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+23-3 and gets 23." [2d8=1, 2]
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: Go ahead and make your attack
[16:49] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-4 attack of vengeance... and owie
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-4 attack of vengeance... and owie and gets 27." [1d20=11]
[16:49] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+8 WING NO MORE!
[16:49] <Ebiris> Gourash lands heavily on the dragon as it barrels downwards, taking a distracted bite from it which throws off his own aim, leaving him barely able to nick its wing...
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+8 WING NO MORE! and gets 30." [1d12=6]
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet
[16:51] * Amonet dives for cover by the entrance and drinks her potion of flight!
[16:52] <Ebiris> Kii'na likewise struggles to move for cover, but is too late, only just turning as the dragon unleashes its hellish wrath down below!
[16:52] <Ebiris> roll 10d10
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 10d10 and gets 60." [10d10=2, 10, 10, 6, 6, 7, 4, 4, 1, 10]
[16:52] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex saves, +2 for cover
[16:52] <Amonet> roll 1d20+15
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+15 and gets 28." [1d20=13]
[16:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 Puk'lor
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 Puk'lor and gets 30." [1d20=16]
[16:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 Kii'na
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 Kii'na and gets 25." [1d20=19]
[16:53] <Ebiris> OOC: fort saves as well since I forgot
[16:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Kii'na
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Kii'na and gets 23." [1d20=15]
[16:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 Puk'lor
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 Puk'lor and gets 15." [1d20=9]
[16:54] <Amonet> roll 1d20+21
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+21 and gets 28." [1d20=7]
[16:55] <Ebiris> Kii'na manages to tumble for cover, her magic protecting her from any harm, while Amonet and Puk'lor both also manage to avoid the brunt of the blast, only Amonet suffers any burns, and they're minor. But the ferocious blast of fire and heat was still enough to knock Puk'lor off his feet, while the flames continue to blaze an inferno around the entrance, threatening to keep burning the heroes!
[16:57] <Ebiris> Puk'lor picks himself up and draws his Karach blade, focusing on it for a moment as it shifts into a wickedly jagged blue weapon, looking almost like ice.
[16:57] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash, make a balance check to avoid falling off the flying dragon before you act.
[16:57] <Gourash> OOC: *nods*
[16:58] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 balance don't fail me...and isn't the dragon big enough to be a floor anyway?
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 balance don't fail me...and isn't the dragon big enough to be a floor anyway? and gets 7." [1d20=6]
[16:58] <Ebiris> OOC: yeah, but it's flying really fast and doesn't have seatbelts.
[16:58] <Gourash> OOC: *nods* bleh.  do i least get an attack as I'm tossed off again ;_;?
[16:59] <Ebiris> OOC: I'll give you a single attack.
[16:59] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-2 single attack of actually doing a little bit of damage!
[16:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-2 single attack of actually doing a little bit of damage! and gets 34." [1d20=16]
[16:59] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:59] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+4 WING NO MORE!  FALL DOWN!
[16:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+4 WING NO MORE! FALL DOWN! and gets 24." [1d12=4]
[17:00] <Ebiris> roll 1d4+2 since I forgot for breath recharge
[17:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4+2 since I forgot for breath recharge and gets 4." [1d4=2]
[17:01] <Ebiris> This time Gourash manages to hack deeply into the dragon's wing base, tearing a huge chunk of flesh loose even as he falls away from the dragon and into the inferno it left on the ground below!
[17:01] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex save
[17:01] <Gourash> OOC: Into the inferno?  Sadness @_@
[17:01] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 reflex
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 reflex and gets 8." [1d20=4]
[17:02] <Ebiris> The fires below may not be as hot as when they were first issued forth, but they still burn Gourash fiercely, licking through his fire resistance to inflict painful wounds on the barbarian!
[17:02] <Ebiris> OOC: ignore that
[17:03] <Ebiris> [17:01] <Ebiris> This time Gourash manages to hack deeply into the dragon's wing base, tearing a huge chunk of flesh loose even as he falls away and up into the sky, leaving the battle behind to slip these surly bonds of earth!
[17:03] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:03] * Amonet takes to the air, flying after the dragon as she concentrates all her magic and divine power into a single strike to pierce even through its formiddable defenses!
[17:03] <Amonet> roll 1d20+15 smite, rush
[17:03] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+15 smite, rush and gets 22." [1d20=7]
[17:04] <Amonet> OOC: Err, +25
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: so 32? That hits.
[17:05] <Amonet> roll 2d8+32+2d6
[17:05] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+32+2d6 and gets 48." [2d8=6, 2][2d6=2, 6]
[17:06] <Ebiris> Charging in with all her might, Amonet strikes truly, tearing a great gushing wound into the dragon's flesh! The flames clinging to her burn a moment longer before dissipating, unable to penetrate her fire resistance, now. Roaring in agony as boiling blood flows from its wound, the dragon furiously attacks Amonet with everything it has, its rapidly beating wings stirring forth a mini whirlwind on the battlefield below!
[17:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 bite
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 bite and gets 34." [1d20=15]
[17:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 claw 1
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 claw 1 and gets 24." [1d20=10]
[17:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 claw 2
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 claw 2 and gets 23." [1d20=9]
[17:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 tail
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 tail and gets 23." [1d20=9]
[17:07] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[17:08] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+23+4d6+18+2d8+23
[17:08] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+23+4d6+18+2d8+23 and gets 96." [2d8=5, 3][4d6=5, 5, 5, 1][2d8=6, 2]
[17:09] <Amonet> OOC: So 56?
[17:09] <Ebiris> roll 96d-40
[17:09] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 96d-40 and gets Error: Number of sides must be integer greater than 0."
[17:11] <Ebiris> Bitten and clawed and slammed by its tail, Amonet suffers wounds that would surely have killed her outright were it not for the magical protections currently suffusing her strength! With a scream of rage, Kii'na herself suddenly leaps up to attack the dragon!
[17:11] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[17:11] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 29." [1d20=14]
[17:11] <Ebiris> But her glaive merely clangs off its steel-like scales, unable to penetrate fully!
[17:12] <Ebiris> Puk'lor himself then rushes into the fray, leaping up to attack the dragon himself!
[17:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+18
[17:12] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+18 and gets 31." [1d20=13]
[17:12] <Ebiris> roll 3d6+6
[17:12] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d6+6 and gets 22." [3d6=6, 5, 5]
[17:13] <Ebiris> His Karach sings true, cutting a frozen path through the red dragon that elicits a roar of pain and rage!
[17:13] <Ebiris> OOC: Go GOurash
[17:14] * Gourash flips in the air and comes back down towards the dragon, his gravity shifting as his axe leads t he fall like a mighty comet.
[17:15] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20 (I'm too afraid of its ac to power attack @_@)
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20 (I'm too afraid of its ac to power attack @_@) and gets 36." [1d20=16]
[17:15] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:15] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3 and gets 26." [1d12=10]
[17:15] <Ebiris> OOC: sec, Amonet. New challenger appears.
[17:16] <Ebiris> As Gourash hurtles down to hack into the dragon's spine with a terrific blow that exposes shiny white bone and copious boiling red blood, a lightly armoured Githyanki warrior suddenly flies in to join the battle, attacking Puk'lor!
[17:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[17:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 26." [1d20=15]
[17:17] <Ebiris> But the canny monk is able to dodge the blow in time as he hangs onto the dragon!
[17:17] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:18] <Amonet> Even though she is aware that it may well become her last stand, Amonet finds that she is unable to leave her allies with the dragon, and seeks to aid them as much as she can. A jab is sent at the dragon, while a backswing is reserved for the githyanki harrassing Puk'lor.
[17:18] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[17:18] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 17." [1d20=1]
[17:18] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16 lame
[17:18] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 lame and gets 31." [1d20=15]
[17:18] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[17:18] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 21." [1d20=10]
[17:18] <Ebiris> OOC: hits Gith
[17:19] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6
[17:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 and gets 20." [1d8=3][2d6=1, 5]
[17:20] <Ebiris> "Gaah!" The Githyank coughs and spurts up blood as Amonet stabs him after her lance clangs uselessly off the dragon's hide! The dragon itself, now assailed on all sides, lashes out furiously at its tormentors!
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19 bite vs Puk'lor
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+19 bite vs Puk'lor and gets 36." [1d20=17]
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 claw vs Amonet
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 claw vs Amonet and gets 20." [1d20=6]
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 claw vs Kii'na
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 claw vs Kii'na and gets 32." [1d20=18]
[17:20] <Amonet> OOC: Ac now 28
[17:21] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 tail vs Gourash
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 tail vs Gourash and gets 24." [1d20=10]
[17:21] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+23 Puk'lor
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+23 Puk'lor and gets 26." [2d8=1, 2]
[17:21] <Ebiris> roll 2d6+9 Kii'na
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6+9 Kii'na and gets 17." [2d6=3, 5]
[17:22] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+23-3 Gourash
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+23-3 Gourash and gets 30." [2d8=7, 3]
[17:23] <Ebiris> While most are able to ward off the attacks, Puk'lor falls, sailing upwards and away from the battle as he lapses into unconsciousness! Furiously, Kii'na stabs out at the dragon with everything she has to, swearing an oath in Gith!
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 35." [1d20=20]
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 confirm
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 confirm and gets 28." [1d20=13]
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d10+9+3d6
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10+9+3d6 and gets 25." [1d10=2][3d6=2, 6, 6]
[17:24] <Ebiris> Her glaive strikes true, glowing with sickly red energy as the dragon seems to wither slightly, Kii'na herself rejuvenated by the attack! But somehow it remains up!
[17:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d100 Puk'lor stabilise
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 Puk'lor stabilise and gets 39." [1d100=39]
[17:24] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:25] * Gourash howls in pain as he is speared by the tail, twisting to slice at it with all his strength.
[17:25] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-1 Attack 1
[17:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-1 Attack 1 and gets 35." [1d20=16]
[17:25] <Gourash> roll 1d20+15-1 Attack 2
[17:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+15-1 Attack 2 and gets 16." [1d20=2]
[17:25] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[17:25] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+2
[17:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+2 and gets 19." [1d12=1]
[17:26] <Ebiris> That did it! Clambering up the dragon's back, Gourash hacks his axe deeply into its spine, feeling something substantial resist for a second and then give way with an audible crack! The Dragon roars in agony as it plummets straight towards the temple!
[17:27] <Ebiris> The Githyanki snarls something, before flying towards the dragon's head, potion clutched in hand!
[17:27] <Ebiris> OOC: AoO, Amonet
[17:28] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16 die
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 die and gets 34." [1d20=18]
[17:28] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:28] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6 please
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 please and gets 17." [1d8=3][2d6=1, 2]
[17:29] <Ebiris> Fortunately Amonet is able to put him down before he can go and provide healing for the dragon! Kii'na follows his example, however, producing a potion herself before she plummets straight up after Puk'lor with dizzying speed!
[17:29] <Ebiris> Down below, Marjorie and Alveria emerge from the temple doorway to find a scene of chaos around them, Githyanki and Githzerai fighting tooth and nail all over the monastery, while a huge dragon lays insensate half draped over the bulk of the temple over the doorway!
[17:31] <Ebiris> Off in the distance, several loud moos are heard as a stampede of celestial bison charge into a fiendish crocodile, Githyanki and Githzerai alike attacking either, making it unclear who even summoned which.
[17:33] <Amonet> Amonet's roar joins the dragon's, as she repeatedly stabs at its hide!
[17:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[17:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[17:33] <Amonet> Amonet's lance draws a line against the dragon's back, sending sparks flying into the air as the giant beast turns mid-fall, insensate. It is then that Amonet thrusts her lance into its unprotected throat, seeking to finish Gourash's handiwork and put it down once and for all time!
[17:33] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 30." [1d20=14]
[17:33] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 28." [1d20=17]
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: neither hits, hilariously. Should've couped it.
[17:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d5 random ballista target Amonet, Alveria, Gourash, Marjorie, Nobody
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d5 random ballista target Amonet, Alveria, Gourash, Marjorie, Nobody and gets 3." [1d5=3]
[17:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12 ballistae
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 ballistae and gets 21." [1d20=9]
[17:34] <Ebiris> OOC: AC, Gourash?
[17:35] <Gourash> OOC: 20
[17:35] <Ebiris> roll 5d8-3
[17:35] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d8-3 and gets 22." [5d8=6, 5, 1, 6, 7]
[17:36] <Amonet> roll 2d8+22+4d6 will this kill me?
[17:36] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+22+4d6 will this kill me? and gets 45." [2d8=1, 7][4d6=4, 4, 6, 1]
[17:36] <Ebiris> As Amonet finishes off the dragon for good, a ballista bolt soars down from one of the floating Githyanki warships, punching its way right through Gourash's armour and his gut! The battle is by no means over, just yet, even if the Githyanki's big hitter has been slain.
[17:37] * Gourash grunts, falling back in pain.
[17:37] * Amonet swoops down after Gourash, hand glowing with healing energies!
[17:38] <Amonet> roll 2d8+3
[17:38] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+3 and gets 14." [2d8=8, 3]
[17:39] <Ebiris> As Amonet heals Gourash, a squad of three Githyanki and a bearded devil charge the group that slew the dragon!
[17:39] * Gourash groans, his eyes batting aware, as he struggles to his feet. "W-we...have to fall back...  that got me a bit too good."
[17:40] <Ebiris> The bearded devil cackles in delight, before loping over to attack the apparent little girl on the scene, Marjorie currently aping a real live human and not glowing with any ghostly energies as she surveys the battle in muted shock.
[17:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[17:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 16." [1d20=5]
[17:41] <Ebiris> But she's easily able to duck out of the way of the attack!
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:42] * Gourash quaffs a potion of cure moderate  wounds
[17:42] <Gourash> roll 2d8+3
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d8+3 and gets 12." [2d8=2, 7]
[17:43] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:45] * Amonet glows with healing energy as she revitalizes herself, and holds her holy lance up menacingly. "I will cover you," she tells Gourash. "Heal as much as you need, and rejoin us." With that, she flies towards the devil, Marjorie and Alveria, stopping about fifteen feet away and above them. "No devil will darken our sight and live!" Amonet announces loudly in challenge.
[17:45] <Amonet> *no Alvie~
[17:47] <Ebiris> The Devil sneers up at Amonet, before licking its lips at Marjorie. Meanwhile a pair of Githyanki swordsmen charge in, one attacking Marjorie while the other lopes up the side of the temple to strike at Gourash! The last Githyanki hangs back and casts a spell, firing a lightning bolt at Amonet!
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9 vs Marjorie
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 vs Marjorie and gets 20." [1d20=11]
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 24." [1d100=24]
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9 vs Gourash
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 vs Gourash and gets 10." [1d20=1]
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9 critfail
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 critfail and gets 13." [1d20=4]
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 93." [1d100=93]
[17:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 2." [1d4=2]
[17:48] <Ebiris> OOC: G, you have +2 AC and to hit vs the guy that attacked you for 2 rounds
[17:48] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 21." [5d6=6, 3, 4, 5, 3]
[17:48] <Gourash> OOC: Yay
[17:48] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex save, Amonet
[17:48] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 and gets 16." [1d20=3]
[17:49] <Ebiris> While the Githyanki find themselves unable to strike their targets - in one case because Marjorie happens to be insubstantial, Amonet is easily able to ward off and resist the effects of the lightning bolt, emerging unharmed!
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:49] <Alveria> OOC: Any walls I can walk up nearby?
[17:50] <Ebiris> OOC: the temple exterior, or interior.
[17:50] <Alveria> Alveria walks up the side of the wall, before pointing a finger at the Githyanki mage and letting a series of flames flash towards him! "The children of Gith are my enemy now, are they?" she murmurs, frowning heavily.
[17:50] <Alveria> roll 1d6+7
[17:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+7 and gets 12." [1d6=5]
[17:50] <Alveria> roll 1d20+12 SR check
[17:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+12 SR check and gets 15." [1d20=3]
[17:51] <Ebiris> OOC: wins
[17:51] <Alveria> roll 3#1d20+6 lol touch attacks vs. no dex bonus
[17:51] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 3#1d20+6 lol touch attacks vs. no dex bonus and gets 39." [3#1d20+6 = 13, 18, 8]
[17:51] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hit
[17:51] <Alveria> OOC: 19, 24, 14
[17:51] <Alveria> OOC: Er
[17:51] <Alveria> OOC: 19, 24, 14, I'm right.
[17:51] <Alveria> OOC: Should've rolled them seperately- it only added the +6 at the end.
[17:52] <Alveria> OOC: Still 2 hit?!
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: No, it adds each individually. So you rolled a 7, a 12, and a 2.
[17:52] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, did it? 'kay
[17:52] <Alveria> roll 8d6
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 8d6 and gets 30." [8d6=5, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5]
[17:53] <Ebiris> With a scream, the Githyanki spellcaster is immolated on the spot as Alveria joins the fray!
[17:53] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, Marjorie glares at the two attacking her, and begins casting a spell of her own!
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11 defensive casting
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 defensive casting and gets 24." [1d20=13]
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 5d4
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d4 and gets 7." [5d4=1, 2, 1, 2, 1]
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 12." [1d20=4]
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+3 and gets 12." [1d20=9]
[17:55] <Ebiris> Both the devil and the warrior stagger a bit from the blast of dark energy that emanates from Marjorie, but they don't seem too bothered by it. The Bearded Devil especially just leers at her and attacks again. "I'll mar that pretty face, girly!" it cackles in Common.
[17:55] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[17:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 18." [1d20=9]
[17:55] <Ebiris> But Marjorie is able to duck her head just in time!
[17:55] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:56] * Gourash growls and swings his axe back and forth at the swordsman, exhaustion clear, but his strength undeniable.
[17:56] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18-4-1+2 Attack 1
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18-4-1+2 Attack 1 and gets 22." [1d20=7]
[17:56] <Gourash> roll 1d20+13-4-1+2 Attack 2
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+13-4-1+2 Attack 2 and gets 21." [1d20=11]
[17:56] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits
[17:57] <Gourash> roll 1d12+12+8
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+12+8 and gets 31." [1d12=11]
[17:57] <Gourash> roll 1d12+12+8
[17:57] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+12+8 and gets 29." [1d12=9]
[17:57] <Ebiris> Despite his weariness, Gourash is still easily able to bisect his opponent, carving a ruinous path through his armour and flesh to leave naught but a fragmented corpse behind!
[17:57] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:58] * Amonet floats down gently towards Marjorie's side. She stays just out of the devil's reach, while seeking out the githyanki warrior with her holy lance.
[17:59] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[17:59] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 17." [1d20=1]
[17:59] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16 haha, again
[17:59] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 haha, again and gets 35." [1d20=19]
[17:59] <Ebiris> Despite her best efforts, however, Amonet's unintelligent lance merely clangs off the Githyanki's armour! He ignores Marjorie now to assault the Aasimar, stepping around the ghost!
[18:00] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 22." [1d20=13]
[18:00] <Ebiris> But he has little luck of his own as Amonet expertly wards off the attack!
[18:00] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[18:01] <Alveria> Alveria points another accusatory finger at the devil- not that anyone can see it- and a coruscating, multicoloured beam lances out towards it. "Do I know this?" she mutters again, inaudiable under the sounds of combat.
[18:01] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6 caster
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6 caster and gets 11." [1d6=5]
[18:01] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 CL SR check thingy
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+11 CL SR check thingy and gets 16." [1d20=5]
[18:02] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6 I don't know if that works
[18:02] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 I don't know if that works and gets 16." [1d20=10]
[18:02] <Ebiris> Sadly Alveria's mysterious beam of many colours vanishes into nothingness as it strikes the devil, no effect seen!
[18:03] <Ebiris> Marjorie glares at the devil harassing her for a moment as...
[18:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 SR
[18:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 SR and gets 13." [1d20=5]
[18:03] <Ebiris> Nothing happens.
[18:04] <Ebiris> "You look good when you're angry, little gir, but I want to hear you scream!" the devil cackles, once again lashing out at the ghost!
[18:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[18:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 25." [1d20=16]
[18:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 65." [1d100=65]
[18:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d10+3
[18:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10+3 and gets 11." [1d10=8]
[18:05] <Ebiris> This time Marjorie's ghostly defences fail, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from the blonde girl as her form is briefly rended, only slowly recovering as she reforms...
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash holds, Githyanki goes
[18:06] <Ebiris> OOC: Actually, no Amonet does. SO he can go as well, I guess.
[18:06] <Gourash> OOC: Yay
[18:07] * Amonet strikes twice at the githyanki warrior, even as she steps closer to the devil, looking angry. "Pick on someone your own size, why don't you?!" she tells him angrily.
[18:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 19." [1d20=3]
[18:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 14." [1d20=3]
[18:07] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[18:07] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 and gets 26." [1d8=7][2d6=3, 5]
[18:08] <Ebiris> Striking with justice and love, Amonet guts the Githyanki like a fish! He falls in a gurgling heap of pooling blood and ichor...
[18:08] * Gourash heads over, circling around the devil, just out of reach.
[18:09] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[18:11] <Alveria> Alveria points another finger at the Devil, glancing briefly at the huge ship in the sky before returning to this fight. A volley of magical blasts hurtles towards it...
[18:11] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6
[18:11] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6  and gets 7." [1d6=1]
[18:11] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7 ahaha man
[18:11] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 ahaha man and gets 16." [1d20=9]
[18:12] <Ebiris> Each of Alveria's magical blasts dissipate into nothingness without seeming to inconvenience the devil in any way!
[18:13] <Ebiris> "Let's see if your mouth is so smart when I do... this!" Marjorie cries shrilly, floating towards the devil and reaching out to touch it!
[18:13] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[18:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 25." [1d20=18]
[18:13] <Ebiris> roll 1.5*1d4
[18:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1.5*1d4 and gets 4.5." [1d4=3]
[18:14] <Ebiris> "Mmmh... muh! Bwaaah!" The Bearded Devil groans, dropping its glaive and drooling a bit. It still seems evil and full of hate, just... not entirely all there.
[18:14] <Ebiris> It then reaches out to rend Marjorie with its claws, lunging with animalistic fury at her!
[18:14] <Ebiris> roll 2#1d20+8
[18:14] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2#1d20+8 and gets 28." [2#1d20+8 = 18, 10]
[18:15] <Ebiris> But she dodges this way and that to avoid injury from each!
[18:15] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash and Amonet
[18:15] * Gourash roars, rushing in, axe raised, from behind.
[18:15] * Amonet takes another step towards the devil, finally bringing it within range of the lance, before she attempts to punish it!
[18:15] <Amonet> roll 1d20+16
[18:15] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+16 and gets 18." [1d20=2]
[18:15] <Amonet> roll 1d20+11
[18:15] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+11 and gets 13." [1d20=2]
[18:16] <Gourash> roll 1d20+18+2-1-3 mook attack
[18:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+18+2-1-3 mook attack and gets 29." [1d20=13]
[18:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Gourash hits
[18:16] <Gourash> roll 1d12+12+6
[18:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+12+6 and gets 19." [1d12=1]
[18:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet hits with one
[18:16] <Amonet> roll 1d8+11+2d6
[18:16] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+11+2d6 and gets 25." [1d8=3][2d6=5, 6]
[18:17] <Ebiris> Between the two heroes, the Bearded Devil collapses and vanishes in a puff of brimstone, its vile glaive vanishing with it!
[18:17] * Amonet immediately takes this chance to heal Gourash up some more!
[18:17] <Amonet> roll 1d8+3
[18:17] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+3 and gets 10." [1d8=7]
[18:18] <Ebiris> Looking around the battlefield, it seems to be all over bar the shouting. A few clumps of gravely wounded Githyanki cling on even as they're slowly surrounded and eliminated by the Githzerai. One of the battleships lists, smoke trailing fiercely from it, while the other merely drifts aimlessly, its ballistae silent.
[18:19] <Alveria> The invisibilty melts away from Alveria, who surveys the battle with some bemusement. "My presence was hardly necessary at all," she murmurs, glancing briefly at Marjorie. "My word."
[18:20] * Gourash turns, looking at Alveria. "Got that thing out of your head?"
[18:20] <Ebiris> "Yeah..." Marjorie stares over the devastated Monastery, hundreds of corpses now littering its grounds. "They really went all out, this time, didn't they?"
[18:20] * Amonet drifts over to the revealed Alveria, and immediately hands over a belt, a headband and a few assorted items. "Here you go, Alveria!" Amonet says cheerfully. "Are you all better now?"
[18:21] <Alveria> "I have a splitting headache, but I believe you are referring to this?" queries Alveria, holding an ornate rapier in her left hand. "And... you seem to have an advantage over me, Miss..."
[18:21] * Gourash strides over as well, his axe over his shoulder.  "Huh, you don't remember Amonet?" Gourash looked  oddly at her.
[18:21] <Ebiris> "Oh, that's right. Here you go," Marjorie floats over and hands Alveria some scrolls, before glancing worriedly at Amonet. "She's been acting funny ever since..." she trails off with a shrug and a look at the elf.
[18:21] <Amonet> "It's okay," Amonet says, looking away. "I'm not that memorable, anyway...."
[18:23] <Ebiris> "Yes you are! You're really brave and nice and beautiful!" Marjorie insists as she whirls on Amonet, her cheeks somehow flushing despite her lack of blood at that last part before she looks away. "I mean, I think you're memorable..." she mumbles.
[18:23] * Amonet pats Alveria on the shoulder, perking up at Marjorie's words. "In that case, we'll have to become friends all over again! Nice to meet you, Alveria! I'm Amonet!"
[18:24] <Alveria> "Ah... Amonet, then. I remember the name, but.. not the face. I- ah." Awkwardly, Alveria extends her hand. "Pray tell, what was our relation?"
[18:25] <Amonet> "We're not just friends, we're also allies in the fight for good and justice!" Amonet tells Alveria happily. "I try to get you to do more good, and you try and teach me moderation, so we work really well together! Oh, and I also try to save you from the armed enemies who try to cut you up."
[18:26] <Gourash> "Alvie sounding like she lose some things in the head too," Gourash grunted.
[18:27] <Alveria> "You do? Then I suppose I must owe you my life many times over. I remember.. many fights, as of late," replies Alveria, glancing at the others nearby. "Aha. Yes, perhaps I have. Still, I believe that the important parts are intact, Sir..."
[18:28] <Amonet> "You owe me nothing, because we're a team, all of us," Amonet tells Alveria gently. "And, perhaps, some rest after that trying experience would be best? I will pray to Horus-Re to help you with your recovery, too!"
[18:30] <Gourash> "Gourash," He grunted.  "If you forgot too," He nodded. "Sometimes gods good for that."
[18:33] <Alveria> "Rest? Well, then I will try, but honestly, I feel like I have just awoken from a long sleep." The edges of Alveria's hair seemed to have turned white, but the rest remains a deep crimson. "The last thing I remember with clarity is conducting a ritual... clearly, I was not experienced enough."
[18:33] <Ebiris> Marjorie gives Alveria a worried look. "This is what you meant before, about losing yourself, isn't it?" she asks quietly.
[18:33] <CC> "Umm." Amonet looks uneasy. "When exactly was that? Do you remember?"
[18:35] <Gourash> "Maybe when that sword went into her head?  Yo, Alvie...remember  the gith at all?"
[18:35] <Alveria> "It was... 1365 or thereabouts? I honestly stopped keeping track of the years a long time ago."
[18:36] <CC> "That... was almost a decade ago," Amonet tells her worriedly. "I'm certain the memories will return in time."
[18:36] <Alveria> Alveria shrugs. "I remember fighting them. I remember fighting many things, so it seems my occupation hasn't changed in all that time. It seems they are hunting me? Is this-" she gestures at the battelfied- "-a fault of mine?"
[18:36] <Ebiris> "It was?" Marjorie looks surprised at that news as well. "Wow, I didn't think it was that long... so this is 1375? That means I'm older than you, Amonet!" she exclaims in delight, before composing herself. "Ah, but yes, Alveria's problem..."
[18:37] <Amonet> "Seventy-two," Amonet says absently. "And don't blame yourself for this, Alveria. They came here to take that which was not rightfully theirs, and I doubt there is much reason required to attack their mortal enemies...."
[18:38] * Gourash shrugged.  "That a long time to lose....  but maybe not so much for an elf.  Amonet help you remember I think."
[18:38] <Ebiris> "Maybe there's a spell?" Marjorie suggests hopefully.
[18:39] <Alveria> Alveria shrugs. "Well, memories come and go. If we were friends before, then nothing should change. I must thank you for aiding me where my kinsmen, apparently, have not."
[18:39] <Amonet> "If no solution is found here, you have friends back in Silverymoon, Alveria," Amonet tells the elf. "They might be able to help, too."
[18:40] * Alveria gives a wan smile. "The reverie is a place where memories go, in any case," she continues. "When I rest, I will see these memories. It is like watching them happen to someone else, perhaps, but no matter."
[18:41] <Gourash> "Anyhow...we done here.  We probably should clean up what we can.  Not going to get paid for it after all," Gourash returned to what was always most important.
[18:42] <Alveria> She inspects the rapier again, and it runs through a variety of coruscating colours, twisting between fire, ice, lighting, and other, stranger hues. "Direct me as you will. Somehow, I got what I was looking for in the end."
[18:42] <Amonet> "We have a room here, and it is as good a place to rest as any...."

[Ebiris]

[15:04] <Ebiris> After repelling the Githyanki assault, the majority of Shrak'tkor's occupants busy themselves with repairing the damage and tending to the wounded, while the brave adventurer's retire to their quarters to recover and regroup. Alveria spends most of the time silently meditating, while others perhaps find their own ways of passing the time...
[15:05] <Ebiris> For her part, Marjorie lingers in the dormitory, worriedly watching over the perhaps no longer mentally maladjusted elf.
[15:07] <Alveria> Silence seems to be the watchword of Alveria today. Slowly rising from her kneeling position, she puts a hand to her temple and cricks her neck a little, before pulling up a chair and glancing to see who else is around for now.
[15:08] * Amonet is praying quietly to Horus-Re for guidance.
[15:10] <Ebiris> Seeing Alveria rouse herself, Marjorie looks up in her direction. "Do you... feel any better?" she asks hesitantly.
[15:12] <Carthrat> "Ah, physically, I am fine," replies Alveria, sighing. "Well, as I said, memories should return in time. Nonetheless... what were our plans for the future?"
[15:13] * Amonet rises from her kneeling position and takes another chair, sitting herself next to Alveria. "We are discussing plans, now?"
[15:14] <Ebiris> "Sell some of the super expensive stuff we've got from killing the guys who're after you so that me and my family can get brought back to life!" Marjorie blurts out rapidly.
[15:16] <Amonet> "That is indeed in our plans for the near future," Amonet agrees.
[15:16] <Alveria> "-ah. Well, then. I must thank the Githzerai here for treating me, and for their indulgence of my selfish behaviour," continues Alveria, reaching to pick up the rapier she left on the table. "It should be no trouble for them to return us to Faerun afterwards. If the spell of teleportation is within this book, at least, we will have no trouble returning to.. Silverymoon, was it?"
[15:16] * Gourash heads over at the sound of selling.  "We bring you back.  That agreed...  beyone...we see," Gourash shrugged, eying amonet. "Amonet strange...  she want to help almost too much."
[15:17] <Ebiris> "Oh," Marjorie gives Gourash a flat look. "Well in that case we can sell the super expensive stuff *I* gave you so we can afford to bring back my parents. How about that, Gourash? That fair?"
[15:20] * Gourash shrugged his shoulders.  "You gave us?  I not remember enough of that.  Either way...We ask cleric first.  Not like I doin' it.  Depend on the gods."
[15:20] <Amonet> "I'll, umm, sell enough, Marjorie. Don't worry about it."
[15:20] <Ebiris> The young-looking ghost glares at Gourash for a moment longer before allowing Amonet's words to mollify her. "Thank you, Amonet," she beams at the paladin.
[15:21] * Alveria stares at Marjorie a moment. "Um. It feels rude to ask, but can I enquire into the circumstances..."
[15:22] <Ebiris> "Oh, you've forgotten... urgh, I hate this story," Marjorie looks crestfallen. "Basically me and my parents were killed by dark elves and I came back as a ghost. Amonet helped me come to my senses so I've been with her ever since." She at least perks up at the conclusion of her rather abridged tale.
[15:24] <Gourash> "Alvie forget a lot," Gourash had a brief instance of worry cross his face. "Alvie seem less Alvie."
[15:28] <Alveria> "I am who I am, and whoever I was previously is a memory I can't share," replies Alveria, as if that settles the matter. "The evil of the drow, however, I remember quite clearly. Would you see your killers slain?"
[15:30] <Ebiris> "Ah..." Marjorie briefly looks conflicted. "The world would be better off with less dark elves, but... I'm not even sure what I'd do if I saw one, to be honest. Part of me would gladly kill them, but another part would just want to curl up and hide," she admits ashamedly.
[15:30] <Gourash> "Mmm...  hunting drow...  They tricky...  but wussies in the light."
[15:33] <Alveria> "Which is why you will never see them there, my friend," remarks Alveria. "Well. Something to think upon, perhaps. I would relish the opportunity, should you desire it."
[15:35] <Ebiris> "We'll see... I remember," she shudders briefly, "They were talking about finding something my mother was guarding. I'll ask her when she comes back." At that, her expression relaxes somewhat into a smile, "It's amazing really, since I thought I'd never see them again, but now I'm so close..."
[15:36] * Alveria looks rather pained for a second, and then stands up. "Shall we go, then?"
[15:36] <Amonet> "No time like the present," Amonet agrees.
[15:38] * Gourash nods. "How we bring the ship?  It kind of big..."
[15:38] <Ebiris> Before anyone can leave, however, a familiar looking Githzerai enters the room. Puk'lor looks rather battered and beaten, but still carries himself proudly. His eyes immediately zero in on Alveria's rapier. "The Githyanki will continue to hunt you, as long as you carry that blade," he says without preamble, his usual dour tone mixed with disapproval.
[15:38] <Gourash> Gourash never did wrap his head around all this magic stuff.
[15:39] <Alveria> "This is the culmination of years of effort on my part," replies Alveria, thinly. "If the Githyanki think to take it from me, then I will slay as many as I must."
[15:39] <Gourash> "They not cut their losses after that?" Gourash was amazed. "They lost hundreds..."
[15:40] <Amonet> "They may well come after us anyway, after all that happened," Amonet adds.
[15:41] <Ebiris> "Years of effort?" Puk'lor studies Alveria suspiciously. "When I agreed to travel with you, you said you did not know how you came to carry the Kharach essence, and wished only to be rid of it. You have *used* us."
[15:42] <Amonet> "She did no such thing!" Amonet tells him sternly. "How could Alveria have told you something she did not remember until now?"
[15:43] <Gourash> "Alvie then and Alvie now different...  but still confusing," Gourash declared. "Alvie not backstabber though."
[15:45] * Alveria stares right back at Puk'Lor with thinned eyes. "I do not know the details. If I have made some prior agreement with you, I do not remember it. Should you desire my thanks, apologies, or some form of recompense, ask. I'll not leave any debts from my former self unfinished."
[15:50] <Ebiris> "I do not claim to understand the intricacies of your planning, I merely observe what lies before me. Were it my decision, you would not leave these halls with that blade, however, Master Da'Tinga already gave his permission, and I will not oppose him. I only hope you do not bring further dishonour to the original wielder of that blade by choosing poorly in the future."
[15:50] <Ebiris> Turning around stiffly, he throws out a final, "We shall not meet again," before stalking off out of the dormitory.
[15:51] <Alveria> Alveria pauses for a moment.
[15:51] <Alveria> "Who was that?"
[15:52] <Ebiris> "The guy that got us here... and I think we were planning on asking him to plane shift us back home, weren't we?" Marjorie asks weakly.
[15:53] <Amonet> "Surely, he is not the only one who can?"
[15:54] <Gourash> "No...  but that probably not good.  He is important..."
[15:54] <Ebiris> "He's the only one who'd have done it for free if someone hadn't made him hate us," Marjorie shrugs.
[15:55] * Amonet seems upset. "He is clearly in the wrong, however. How can there be 'further' dishonor, where there was none to begin with?"
[15:56] <Gourash> "Probably misunderstood...  maybe we should talk with him...alone?  Or you," He shrugged. "You better with words...and alvie not as sharp right now."
[15:57] <Ebiris> "I think he was pretty gung ho about triumphantly returning it to his people," Marjorie shrugs again.
[15:57] * Gourash taps his head. "We helped him with his honor too...  in the crypts.  He owes us a bit more I think.  Nearly killed Marjorie there...well, something like that I think..." Gourash shrugged at the dead girl.
[15:57] <Alveria> "I have no desire to further associate someone who would accuse me of such.. contrivance," replies Alveria, flatly. "It is true that I sought out this weapon, but as if I would go to such lengths..."
[15:59] <Amonet> "How did you seek it out, Alveria?" Amonet asks, shifting her attention from Puk'lor and to the story behind the kharach. "You never told us before quite what happened. I even had the notion that you did not remember much past some... explosion? Experiment?"
[15:59] * Gourash stands up. "We need to get our stuff back and get back...  Asso...staying with guy who doesn't like us is part of that for now."
[16:01] <Alveria> "I didn't seek out the blade itself, but what it is made of," replies Alveria, shrugging. "I remember what I was doing. Perhaps my memories previously were blocked? No matter. I sought out what you might know as a 'Chaos Lodestone'..."
[16:01] * Amonet nods, listening.
[16:02] <Alveria> "Rare and powerful artifacts, they are. They literally exude the raw stuff of magic in an unshaped form. The foundation of it all, you might say, in this plane, Limbo, where they say everything was, everything is, and everything will be. I believed it held great power- and perhaps demonstrated the future of the Weave, which has been crumbling ever since the Time of Troubles."
[16:03] <Alveria> "My ritual was designed to sidestep the lengthly process of seeking one out," she continues, sighing heavily. "To sweep through Limbo and drag the essence of one into a prepared vessel. From what I understand, my ritual worked, but was flawed in two ways. I did not account for the presence of kharach blades-" She gestures to the sword she holds.
[16:03] <Alveria> "And somehow, the energy transferred itself to me rather than my crystals, leaving me in whatever state you found me in, I am sure."
[16:05] <Ebiris> "Plus the Kharach Blade you drained was actually in the Astral Plane and not Limbo," Marjorie pipes up. "At least that's how it was explained, I think."
[16:05] <Amonet> "You ended up taking the blade the gith stole, which is why they were chasing you," Amonet adds.
[16:06] <Alveria> "In the Astral Plane... argh! Of course, that explains it. The Astral Plane is the tether to the soul... of course. If that was the plane I searched, then.. then.. then I'm lucky there was a blade there at all. I shudder to think of what would've happened were there nothing to be found..."
[16:07] <Amonet> "There is something that has been bothering me for a while, now," Amonet says then, frowning. "Alveria, are you the queen of Evermeet?"
[16:07] <Gourash> "What would happen?" Gourash spoke up, apparently having been listening...and at least partially understanding?  Who knows with the inscrutible orc.
[16:08] <Ebiris> Marjorie covers her mouth and stifles a laugh at Amonet's question.
[16:09] * Amonet doesn't notice Marjorie, looking at Alveria expectantly.
[16:09] * Gourash laughs openly at said question.
[16:09] <Alveria> "If the ritual was not perfect, as it evidently was not, my own essence could have been sucked through the Astral and back into my own crystals," replies Alveria. "Or I could be struck dead- queen? No, whyever do you ask?"
[16:09] <Amonet> "You said you were...."
[16:10] <Alveria> "Well, if I hypothetically was the Queen of Evermeet," replies Alveria, "Then, as a missing royal, hundreds of elves would already be searching for me."
[16:11] <Alveria> "It would've been nice if at least one had cared to bother, though. Nevertheless, we're wasting time."
[16:11] * Amonet nods, looking disappointed.
[16:12] <Gourash> "Alvie have family?" Gourash wondered, not familiar with the notion of random people actually giving a damn if someone vanished.  Well, aside from them.  They get in the way with their crying and their screaming.
[16:13] <Alveria> "I have a brother," replies Alveria. "He's a psychotic maniac who joined a mercenary force solely for the opportunity to cast 'Fireball' every day."
[16:13] * Amonet resists an insistent urge to comment on family resemblance.
[16:14] <Amonet> "So he travels, too?" she asks instead politely.
[16:15] * Alveria starts to walk outside, intent on finding this Master Da'Tinga. "Probably. We haven't spoken in decades. Even longer, now... he could be anywhere. I hope I don't see him for a while."
[16:15] <Amonet> "Should we try and talk the people here into helping us get home, then?"
[16:16] <Gourash> "Of course..." Gourash grunted.  "Not place to stay."
[16:16] <Alveria> "Did you not slay a dragon? Let us hope one bad apple hasn't soured the pack."
[16:17] <Amonet> "Let's go and try to find a helpful person, then, Marjorie," Amonet suggests, fastening her cloak as she stands up.
[16:18] <Ebiris> A little bit of asking around and the party finds Master Da'Tinga along with one of the other Githzerai from Alveria's ritual in the process of reassembling the guard towers, shaping and positioning rock merely with the power of their minds. He's happy enough to take a break and talk to the party, however. "Miss Calhadre," he bows briefly, "I am pleased to see you up and about. No ill effects from the ritual, I hope?"
[16:18] <Alveria> "Nothing time won't cure," replies Alveria, bowing. "Thank you for helping me find myself."
[16:19] * Amonet mirrors the elf's bow. "Thank you for helping our friend."
[16:19] <Ebiris> "It was an interesting experience," Da'Tinga nods genially, seeming to have recovered well enough himself. "Nothing like that has happened before in our history, so I am pleased that it all turned out well in the end."
[16:20] <Alveria> "I trust you are well?" queries Alveria, her voice slightly tinged with regret. "It seems my actions have caused a disturbance..."
[16:21] * Gourash let the others speak, sizing up the old man and his nearby Githzerai with his eyes.
[16:22] <Ebiris> "Yes," Da'Tinga looks out over the monastery, currently in the process of being repaired by numerous Githzerai. He stands with a slight stoop, while the other one in similar brown robes seems a bit more spry. A young looking Githzerai monk stands vigilantly nearby, his eyes constantly scanning the sky in all directions. "But I believe we exacted a harsher toll on the children of Gith, by far. This, we cannot begrudge."
[16:24] <Amonet> "It might be best if we left, and not tempted them again," Amonet suggests.
[16:25] <Alveria> "It was a rash and foolish move on their part," opines Alveria. "Nonetheless, I offer my sympathies to the fallen. If there is anything at all I can do to help..."
[16:25] <Gourash> "The Gith have dead from our world to here...  They should learn their lesson."
[16:26] <Ebiris> "Simply wield your new blade well, and continue to slay Githyanki wherever you encounter them. That is all we can ask," Da'Tinga nods slowly. "The servants of the Lich Queen are as vengeful as they are proud. You will encounter them again."
[16:29] <Alveria> "Very well. I can't wield it as, perhaps, it was intended, but I can do so in my own way. It will be interesting to study, as well. My thanks, again." Alveria steps back after that, content to let Amonet handle the rest of the talking.
[16:30] * Gourash smirks at the thought of Alvie swinging a sword around.
[16:33] <Amonet> "Master Da'Tinga," Amonet speaks, as Alveria steps aside, "would it be possible to trouble you with another request? Now that Alveria's mind and identity have been restored, we wish to return to our plane of origin. Is there anyone here who would be able to send us back, and give us a chance to regroup instead of providing a tempting target to the gith as we travel all the way back on foot without a guide?"
[16:35] <Ebiris> "Yes, we can send you back to the prime easily enough," Da'Tinga nods. "However, few of us are especially familiar with the Prime, so we may not be able to return you too close to where you want to be."
[16:37] <Amonet> "Would it be possible to have us appear near a large body of water?" Amonet inquires.
[16:38] <Ebiris> "I think that would be best if you plan on taking that monstrosity with you," Da'Tinga chuckles slightly as he nods his head towards the Githyanki battleship currently moored against a fully repaired guard tower. "I'll enquire with those who've been to the Prime before to see what locations we can manage."
[16:40] <Alveria> "Shall we plan on leaving tomorrow, then?"
[16:41] <Ebiris> "That would be best," Da'Tinga nods. "We still need to rest after the battle before we can mount any excursions."
[16:41] <Amonet> "I will be able to fix the hull by then, I feel, so it works," Amonet agrees.
[16:41] <Alveria> "If you have any texts on your blades, then, I would appreciate the opportunity to study them for the remainder of my time," replies Alveria, nodding.
[16:43] <Ebiris> "I will have some books sent to your quarters," Da'Tinga nods. "Most are of a religious nature, but understanding the wisdom contained within the Unbroken Circle is pivotal to knowing of the self and the blade as one."
[16:50] <Ebiris> -----------
[16:56] <Ebiris> The following day, the party reconvenes aboard the newly christened Waking Dream, along with a fairly sizable contingent of Githzerai, which includes Master Da'Tinga, Zerth Kii'na, and another mage you haven't met. The ship is rather odd, seeming almost grown as one continous whole rather than made of boards of wood. The main hull is composed of a solid pale green material, which is shot through with numerous strands of some black metal that connects with the heartstone in the centre.
[16:56] <Ebiris> As various Githzerai see to the rigging and such, the main three meet with the party at the heartstone set deep within the hold, a large silvery crystal dotted with veiny black strands much like the far larger ones coursing over the hull. "We will plane shift the vessel to the Sea of Fallen Stars, near an Illithid enclave I once led a Rrakkma to. From there we will sail to the nearest port before leaving you," Kii'na tells the group.
[16:57] * Gourash walks around the ship, keeping an eye on the work and helping out where brute force is called for.
[16:58] * Alveria is inspecting the heartstone. For that matter, where is it?
[16:59] <Ebiris> In a seperate chamber just behind the main cargo hold, at the bottom and to the rear of the vessel. It glows faintly, its light pulsing almost like a heartbeat.
[16:59] <Ebiris> *black metal that connects with the heartstone in the centre.
[17:01] <Amonet> "Thank you very much for your help," Amonet responds.
[17:02] * Alveria appears back on the bridge, nodding. "You are most kind."
[17:02] <Ebiris> "Well, without further ado..." Kii'na and her two companions begin to focus before each of them reaches out to touch the Heartstone...
[17:02] <Ebiris> roll 5d100
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d100 and gets 250." [5d100=26, 65, 61, 92, 6]
[17:04] <Ebiris> The air around the ship turns thicker, as if a strong mist suddenly descended... and a moment later it vanishes, the vast expanse of Limbo now gone, and instead lies a cloudy grey sky above, and dark blue sea all around! "Land sighted!" calls someone from above in Gith.
[17:07] <Alveria> "Faerun, again..." murmurs Alveria, walking to the railing and peering across the sea.
[17:07] <Ebiris> To the north, one can faintly see a coastline of shallow and gently rolling hills, sparse greenery and dessicated forests seen.
[17:08] <Ebiris> No sign of civilisation is immediately apparent from this far, however.
[17:15] <Ebiris> In short order, the temporary crew gets the ship sailing to the Northeast around the coastline in search of a suitable port to set in at. It takes two days of sailing, but eventually you can see a city in the distance, and indeed a number of other sailing vessels coming in and out of it.
[17:15] <Ebiris> Upon approaching, a pair of fast sloops sail out to intercept your ship, and, after some initial confusion as to whether you're Githyanki raiders or not, provide an escort into the harbour.
[17:15] <Ebiris> Apparently you're in the city of Yhaunn, a minor trading port in the nation of Sembia. The docking fee is 100gp, and that once the ship is safely in port, the Githzerai all prepare to leave, letting the party make their own path from here...
[17:17] <Alveria> "Sembia," murmurs Alveria. "Distant, but we should make it back to Silverymoon without too much trouble. Let's arrange some security for our ship before we depart," she states, consulting the rest of the part.
[17:17] <Alveria> Party.
[17:17] * Gourash waves to the departing Githzerai, glad to be back where DOWN was  DOWN.
[17:19] <Ebiris> Keylin volunteers to keep an eye on the ship, and the harbourmaster assures you that the town militia is good about keeping thieves and ne'er do wells out of the harbour.
[17:20] <Alveria> "Alright. If you're not tired of travelling, yet, we can leave for Silverymoon right away," she states. "Shall we begin?"
[17:20] <Ebiris> "Works for me!" Marjorie opines brightly.
[17:20] * Gourash nods, ready to stretch his legs. "Let's go...but lets pick up those things we buried on the way."
[17:21] * Amonet picks up her lance. "No time like the present."
[17:22] <Alveria> "Link hands, then," instructs Alveria, not carrying much but her ever-shifting sword and a small back with her book and scrolls in it. Once everyone is settled, she speaks a few bizzare words that literally hurt the ears to hear, and the party is elsewhere!
[17:22] <Alveria> Probably.
[17:24] <Ebiris> After a series of teleports, the party finds themselves outside of Silverymoon! It's snowing quite heavily this far north, but the city itself seems the same as ever, a welcome bastion of safety and civilisation in the Silver Marches...
[17:24] <Ebiris> "So we're going to visit that demon shopkeep lady first, then we'll check in at a temple, right?" Marjorie asks as you approach the city gates.
[17:24] <Alveria> "You mentioned friends?" queries Alveria, uncertainly.
[17:27] <Amonet> "Yes, you have some, here," Amonet responds. "One of them, Cassandra, is a mage here. She even introduced you to Puk'lor... though I suppose that didn't end well."
[17:27] <Alveria> "It cannot hurt to present myself," replies Alveria, shrugging. "Well. I leave the leading to you."
[17:28] * Gourash nods to Amonet. "Let's get rid of this junk," He grinned, ready to carry the profit from it.
[17:29] <Amonet> "We also have another friend, Hahn," Amonet muses. "As the head of the temple to Lathander, I am certain he would be willing to help a fellow servant of the Sun."
[17:30] <Ebiris> The sewers are as dank and cold and smelly as you remember, except for the area around the shop which is spotlessly clean and guarded by a large Iron Golem that doesn't look like it could have fit through most of the sewer tunnels around here. A sign over the metal door proclaims 'Vrischika's Shop of Many Things'.
[17:30] <Gourash> "He might give discount...especially on many revives?"
[17:30] * Gourash carries the sack of gith weapons, heading in with them beside amonet...and Alveria if she comes into the dank sewers.
[17:30] * Amonet can't help herself and snorts at that, before looking extremely ashamed of her behavior.
[17:31] * Alveria looks quizzical, but doesn't say much. She flicks her fingers and seems to totally ignore all the dirt and grime of the sewers, however.
[17:33] <Ebiris> "Whatever works," Marjorie shrugs in response to Gourash's comment as you head into the shop. After a moment of pure darkness upon stepping through the doorway, you find yourself in a small shop with various counters and objects on display - a few look familiar, while others are new. Vrischika herself is seen at the back in all her bat-winged glory, conversing animatedly with a figure in jet black robes that cover their entire body.
[17:33] <Amonet> "Hello again," Amonet greets Vrischika brightly. "How have you been?"
[17:34] * Gourash plops it down on the counter, grinning somewhat as his eyes roam over the woman.  "We bring more business..."
[17:35] <Ebiris> "I'll be with you in just a second!" Vrischika calls over brightly before resuming her conversation with the other customer. After a moment she hands over a large sack, and the black-robed figure gives Vrischika a dozen small black eggs. "Thank you, come again!" she carols, while her customer sniffs haughtily and turns to leave.
[17:35] <Ebiris> She's a pale-faced woman with black hair now that you can see her, not even deigning to so much glance at the party as she departs the shop.
[17:36] * Gourash laughs. "I like this place...  has flavor."  Gourash opened t he bag, revealing both the silver sword and the variety of gith weaponry.
[17:37] <Ebiris> "Now!" Vrischika claps her hands together, the black eggs seeming to vanish. "What can Vrischika," she briefly flourishes at her own name, "Do for you?" Her eyes suddenly light up at the sight of the silver sword. "Is that... oh, you actually got one, didn't you?" she sidles up to Gourash. "Oh, I can do you such a deal if that's a genuine silver sword, my handsome strong friend!"
[17:38] * Gourash grins widely. "Well... We picked it up from squishing gith.  Should be genuine." He doesn't stop her from checking, though nods over to Alveria.
[17:39] <Amonet> "They were quite villainous," Amonet confirms, nodding.
[17:39] <Alveria> "It is indeed such a blade," affirms Alveria. "The owner was clearly unworthy."
[17:40] <Ebiris> Vrischika produces a small eyeglass from somewhere and pores over the sword for a moment. "Oh, yes, this will do very nicely," she murmurs. "I know someone who'll pay through the nose for one of these..." she abruptly looks up. "Fifty thousand gold - I can give store credit in case there's anything here that interests you, of course."
[17:40] * Gourash grins. "Gold for now...  Of course, we're likely to spend it right with pretty V..."
[17:40] <Alveria> "Your Rod of Wonder seems oddly priced," opines Alveria, eyeing it. "Is it not the usual sort?"
[17:42] <Ebiris> "Certainly not!" Vrischika flounces over the Alveria. "Most of these rods are mere toys, capable of simple parlour tricks. This one, however..." she gestures to a green rod surrounded by a spiral of yellow, "Has *real* power. It can conjure forth spheres of annihilation at your command, shift you to other planes, grant a moment of sublime insight, and so much more!"
[17:42] <Alveria> "What about when it does not work in a desirable fashion?"
[17:43] <Ebiris> "Well..." Vrischika looks down briefly. "It can cause insanity, or despoil water, or make you teleport or plane shift in an unexpected manner. I suppose that's why it's at such a low low price, isn't it?"
[17:45] * Gourash laughs, looking around, though he doesn't seem to be excited, not noticing anything that caught his eye as a warrior.  Though admittingly he walked past the armor a few times.
[17:45] <Alveria> "What about the Codex of the Inconceivable? It appears oxymoronic."
[17:45] <Amonet> "And what about this cloak?" Amonet asks, indicating the wolfskin one.
[17:47] <Ebiris> "The cloak is fairly simple, it provides a tiny amount of resistance as celestial creatures have. It won't give any benefit if you're already descended from those planes, though," Vrischika waves negligently to Amonet as she strolls over to the two foot tall book with a large unblinking eye that looks far too real set on the cover.
[17:47] <Ebiris> "The codex... can provide wondrous blessings and wisdom to those who read it. But it has risks - some who were unready for its awesome insights were rendered insane by reading so much as a single word within its covers."
[17:49] <Amonet> "I considered it as a present," Amonet muses, looking at it. "Are there any downsides to wearing it?"
[17:49] <Ebiris> "None at all," Vrischika gives Amonet a smile of tiny sharp teeth. "It's not even magical."
[17:50] <Amonet> "I would like to purchase it, then," Amonet says, smiling back, sans sharp teeth.
[17:51] <Ebiris> "Certainly!" Vrischika skips over behind her counter and bends over, promptly producing a cloak just like the one on display. "One thousand gold pieces, please... or I can just deduct it from all these other items I'm buying off you?"
[17:52] <Alveria> "It reminds me of the deck your shop is named after," remarks Alveria, curious. "What sort of boons have you heard of?"
[17:52] <Amonet> "That would be most appreciated," Amonet agrees, accepting the cloak. "Could I also trouble you to tell me about the ring and the suit of armor that you advertise?" The ring... is not actually evil or something like that, is it?"
[17:53] * Gourash leans on the counter, watching the ladies shop around.  He never could understand how women could spend so long in a shop.
[17:53] <Ebiris> "Yes, I've always wanted to get my hands on one of those decks, but they've eluded me," Vrischika nods to Alveria as she gives Amonet her new cloak. It's exceptionally soft, and the steel grey fur seems to glisten gold whenever it catches the light. "Some have had their wishes come true, and others gained a preternatural ability with languages. Others have gone insane or become idiots, or even just disappeared."
[17:55] <Alveria> "If you acquire one of those decks," continues Alveria, eyeing the book, "Please let me know. This item interests me. I shall take it, reckless as though it may be."
[17:56] <Ebiris> "Wonderful!" Vrischika claps her hands together, her wings fluttering excitedly behind her. "As the book can only be read by a single person once, I'll happily buy it back from you after you're finished with it for five thousand gold, if you're agreeable," she offers as she once again ducks under the counter, momentarily reappearing with a duplicate of the book on display.
[17:59] <Ebiris> After handing Alveria her new book, Vrischika turns to Amonet. "The ring is not evil, it simply lets you cause pain to those who attack you - although the pain is shared slightly on your part. The armour, on the other hand... Ah, the creation of these suits was said lost with Netheril. It provides incredible protection against all magic, and is as light as mithral - But! A simple mundane butterknife will penetrate it as easily as air."
[18:00] <Alveria> roll 1d20+15 arcana go
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+15 arcana go and gets 22." [1d20=7]
[18:01] * Gourash watches. "Alvie likes her paper things," He shook his head, not really understanding how it helped, but knowing she always seemed to pull new tricks from them.
[18:03] <Ebiris> --------
[18:04] <Ebiris> Okay, Alveria, declare any precautions you're taking before reading the book.
[18:04] <Ebiris> OOC: strike that, we're still in the shop.
[18:04] <Amonet> Amonet nods thoughtfully. "When we visited before, you said that you had other wares not normally shown to the public, correct?" She frowns lightly. "You also mentioned that you were interested in this lance? While it is not the same as it was back when you saw it, would you still be interested, and have anything to trade for it?"
[18:06] <Ebiris> "Oh, yes, intelligent weapons are always in high demand! So glad you reconsidered," Vrischika drifts over to Amonet while Marjorie snorts. "The things not on display are things I have to seek out, though, so perhaps if you told me what you would seek in trade, I can tell you if it is obtainable?"
[18:06] <Amonet> "It is no longer intelligent," Amonet explains, not intending to deceive her. "However, it is still a very honorable weapon with its unique history."
[18:07] <Ebiris> Vrischika leans forward with her eyeglass in hand. "May I?" she asks, reaching out to take the lance.
[18:08] <Amonet> "Of course," Amonet agrees, showing her the weapon. "I have taken your words from earlier to heart. Perhaps, the actions of people are more important than how the gods judge them to be, or how they were born. I seek a weapon to compliment me just as well, yet not discriminate quite as much."
[18:09] <Ebiris> "Still want a lance though, right?" Vrischika asks as she pores over the lance for a moment before straightening. "I haven't seen an enchantment like that one before... I'll give you sixty thousand gold or goods worth the same for it," she nods.
[18:10] <Amonet> "It needn't be a lance, though I work best with a bit of distance between myself and my opponents," Amonet responds. "It is not money I am interested in, however, but any weapons you might have that fit the description."
[18:11] <Ebiris> Vrischika nods. "I'll have to consult with some of my sources. If you come back tomorrow I should have a few possibilities for you," she offers pleasantly.
[18:11] <Amonet> "Thank you," Amonet says with a nod, satisfied with the answer.
[18:12] <Ebiris> --------
[18:12] <Ebiris> Okay, Alveria, declare any precautions you're taking before reading the book.
[18:13] <Alveria> I want to get Hahn to let me read it in his presence in case some kind of hideous rape occurs. Will he be able to spare the time?
[18:13] <Alveria> I could just read it in the temple itself while he's around
[18:13] <Ebiris> For you, always.
[18:14] <Alveria> Alright. Does he happen to have a scroll of plane shift lying around?
[18:14] <Alveria> I want to hang onto it- I'll give it back if I don't need it, and pay for it if I do
[18:14] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:14] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 89." [1d100=89]
[18:14] <Ebiris> Luckily for you, he does!
[18:14] <Alveria> Excelelnt!
[18:14] <Alveria> I'll reconfigure spells and then I'm done.
[18:15] <Ebiris> When you're ready, roll 1d20.
[18:15] <Alveria> Twice?!
[18:15] <Ebiris> Just once. It's a one time thing, so student of chaos doesn't apply.
[18:15] <Alveria> Aww.
[18:15] <Alveria> Spells cast...
[18:16] <Alveria> Fly, Shield, Mage Armour, Stoneskin, See Invis. Alright.
[18:16] <Alveria> roll 1d20 dice, don't fail me now
[18:16] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20 dice, don't fail me now and gets 12." [1d20=12]
[18:17] <Ebiris> Alveria reads the book... and suddenly everything's so clear to her. It's a mystery why she never realised these things before. One thing's for certain; things will never be the same again.
[18:17] * Alveria rubs her head.
[18:19] * Amonet asks Alveria for a chance to read the book as well.
[18:20] <Alveria> "Eh? Ah... if you wish," replies Alveria, sighing.
[18:20] <Amonet> "Why the sigh?"
[18:20] * Gourash watches wondering what the ruckus is with the codex of the unbelievable or something.
[18:21] <Alveria> "It's just..." starts Alveria, before hesitating. "Nothing. There's something I have to go look up, I'm going to the library."
[18:21] <Alveria> "Take the book back to the shop when you're done with it for me?"
[18:21] * Amonet nods, and reads it herself.
[18:22] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d20
[18:22] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[18:22] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 10." [1d20=10]
[18:23] <Ebiris> As she pores over the passages, Amonet feels her horizons expand... whole new vistas of thought become open to her as her mind simply clicks into place, what was once a mystery now seeming simplicity itself.
[18:26] * Amonet closes the book, blinking. "Alveria wanted me to return it, so unless you would like to try...." She trails off, looking at Gourash and Marjorie.
[18:26] <Ebiris> "I'll pass, thanks," Marjorie waves her hand in the negative.

[Corwin]

Let's resurrect Marjorie+folks. Hahn, do your magic!

[Dracos]

Want to hear that resolved first before I commit elsewhere...  Gourash wants to have Alveria craft a vest of health +6 for him, as he's been a pain in the ass(sorry about that) for a week =p.  Probably after we get back to the ship.

Gourash is up for either going drow hunting or our earlier  plans of being privateers for some kingdom.

Dracos

[Ebiris]

Upon her next visit to Vrischika's shop, Amonet is presented with the following options for spending her hard earned gold:

Guisarme of the Clouds - 53,000gp
Shocking Auran Guisarme +2
Auran: Bypasses any damage reduction possessed by creature of Earth subtype (no matter the source), and inflicts an extra 2d6 damage against creatures with the same subtype.
Special: Wielder is constantly protected by a Feather Fall effect.

Spear of Bitter Mercy - 40,000gp
Longspear +3 (Silver)
Special: Anything that suffers a critical hit must make a fortitude save at DC 18 or else is turned into a squirrel as per the Baleful Polymorph spell.

Glaive of the Long Hunt - 72,000gp
Keen Sending Glaive +1
Sending: Upon a successful critical hit, the wielder can choose to teleport the target as a free action to any location that she has personally visited or seen on the same Plane.

Ranseur of the Four Winds - 50,000gp
Acidic Flaming Frost Shocking Ranseur +1

Lance of the Crashing Storm - 72,000gp
Eager Mighty Smiting Lance +4 (Silver)
Eager: Can be drawn as a free action. Provides a +2 bonus on initiative checks and +2 to damage rolls made in the surprise round and first round of combat.
Mighty Smiting: Gives one extra Smite per day and +2 bonus on smite attack and damage rolls.

[Carthrat]

Well, after Alvie teleports around gathering up dead people (someone else can do the actual digging)...

1- Set up a workspace within the Waking Dream. A large 'Please Knock Before Entering' sign will be prominently displayed upon the door.

2- Talk to Cassandra about the university. Get her to reccomend me as a guest lecturer. Deliver a lecture. Attempt to get access to 5th level spells/scrolls. Attempt to recruit a couple apprentices to help man the ship.

3- Upgrade to a Headband of Int +4 (6000gp for me.)

4- Craft a Vest of the Master Envoker (5000gp for me, see magic item compendium.)

5- Craft stuff for other people, buy spells, research exciting loot, etc. etc.

6- Ask V if she can reserve that Rod of Wonder for me.