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Infiltrating a diabolical stronghold (full party)

Started by Anastasia, November 01, 2015, 11:12:20 PM

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Yuthirin

Muirfinn boldly heads forward!

Let's all hope that gas isn't bad news.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Merc

Ithea follows afterwards, hoping to navigate the fog quickly to the next room. Hopefully the blue-green gas was dispersed enough within the resulting fog to be ineffective, and its own holes plugged as the lava ones were. Just to be a bit safer, Ithea takes a deep breath before plunging into the fog and down the stairs.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

The group muddies through the passage, foggy and half blind. As they do...

Fort saves all. Ithea, you get a +4 bonus for holding your breath.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

OOC: [12:12] <Kotono> Itsa kitty.
[12:13] <Merc> roll d20+36+4+11 fort+inspiration
[12:13] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 56 > [d20=5]
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Merc

OOC: Rolling for Yuth as requested
[13:55] <Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+36 fort (draconic ravager - Muirfinn), immune to poison/disease/exhaustion
[13:55] <Serith> Sailor_Mercury roll for Serith < 45 > [d20=9]
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Merc

OOC: Just remember, Iddy. When you want to hurt someone, Dune told me to do this.

[13:57] <@Kotono> Roll for Lief as well sinc ehe's at work.
[13:58] <Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+31 fort (lief), get +3 vs poison if applicable
[13:58] <Serith> Sailor_Mercury roll for Serith < 32 > [d20=1]
[13:58] <Sailor_Mercury> ...ouch
[13:58] <Sailor_Mercury> Man, I don't want to paste that
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Yuthirin

OOC: Rolling for Yuth as requested
[13:55] <Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+36 fort (draconic ravager - Muirfinn), immune to poison/disease/exhaustion
[13:55] <Serith> Sailor_Mercury roll for Serith < 45 > [d20=9]

Total roll of 51 after Superior Resistance added (It's always active, I always burn a slot for it.), which I forgot to add to my effects. Updating.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

The party advances on. Muirfinn and Ithea endure well, getting on down. But as Lief does, he feels groggy, his head full of sand.

> roll 1d8+1 int damage Lief
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 4 > [d8=3]


Racing down the stairs, you find walls of black, shiny stone. The runes continue here, throbbing with heat. Amid the head waves and distortion, you can see a small pedestool with a glass orb sitting on it. The heat waves seem strongest around it.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Ithea examines the room altogether, with most of her focus on the pedestal's orb, but wanting to ensure she understands how the runes interact so she can make the correct decision on how to handle the heat.

OOC:
[20:40] <Merc> roll d20+40 spellcraft
[20:40] <Serith> Merc roll for Serith < 51 > [d20=11]

Also, just so I don't lose track: HP is at 329+5
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Yuthirin

Muirfinn shifts to gold, providing himself protection from intense head as he prepares to head forward.

Waiting on Ithea's results first.

HP: 300/300
AC: 70
Active Effects: Camouflage, Primal Instinct, Superior Resistance, Fast Healing 11, immune to fire, SR 27
Form: Gold Draconic Ravager
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Ithea braces and studies the room. The orb is the source of this heat...or so everything's set up to see. You can just barely discern that it's a trap, the orb is not it at all. If you break the orb or try and dispel it, a massive torrent of magical energy will rip you into shreds. The real source is further along, somewhere past the wall that serves as a dead end ahead.

> roll 10d6
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 31 > [d6=5,1,4,1,6,6,4,1,1,2]

1 more fire damage, all y'all.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

"Ignore that orb, it's a trap. The real source is behind the wall," Ithea says, pointing at the wall.

She'll leave it to Muirfinn to break it down, as she keeps her sight on the wall and checking for any further surprises once something new is revealed.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Merc

"Yes, just don't break it or dispel it, and I'd probably recommend against touching it."
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.