Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Anastasia]

Stille's already at +5 enhancement bonus for his unarmed strikes. Also, what's the CL on your CMW?

The party travels through the fog. Crystal takes point on Hope, the others following behind. It's a silent, chilly realm of fog. The world around you is cut off, insulated with one another and little else. Conversation fades into the mists, seemingly strangled before it even leaves your mouths.

> roll 1d100 80+
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 80+ --> [ 1d100=2 ]{2}
> roll 1d100 good subtables
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 good subtables --> [ 1d100=11 ]{11}

After a few hours of travel, the party comes on something ahead. The mist thins out lightly, ground visible ahead. It looks like tilled ground, grain and corn growing despite a lack of sunlight.

"Eh?" Crystal places a hand on Hope's neck, stopping her mount. "Cultivated land here?"

[spoiler]

Crystal: 223/223 Buffs: Greater Magic Weapon (+5), Mind Blank (CL 22)
Hope: 484/484 Buffs: Mind Blank (CL 22)
Stille: 300/300 Buffs: Mind Blank (CL 22)

[Nephrite]

K:N, perhaps? Or would this fall under K:P that I must remind you I rolled a 1 on for this place.

[Anastasia]

K:P, yes. This is a separate thing provoking it, so you can roll.

[Merc]

OOC: Ithea's CL for spells is 25 (+1 if lightning, +8 to beat SR; though neither applies here). GMW will last 25 hrs. You forgot to italize your spoiler box btw, boss! =p

"Interesting. I wonder who'd eke out a living here in these parts," Ithea muses as she searches the land for sight of any creatures that could be responsible for the cultivated land even as she searches her memory for any stories of mist farmers or some such.

OOC: (If Collector of Stories applies, +5 to roll)
[21:24] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+42 K:P
[21:24] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+42 K:P --> [ 1d20=12 ]{54}

"Ithea's Stats": ShowHide

HP: 346/346
AC: 56 , 39 (Touch), 56 (Flat-footed), 77 (CMD)

Buffs: GMW+5 (CL 25), Mind Blank (CL 22)

Qualities: DR 10/silver, SR 34, Darkvision, Low-Light Vision, +4 CMD vs Trip/Overrun/Bullrush, Evasion, Uncanny Dodge, Spellwarped

Abilities:
Racial: Healing Touch 0/1,
Rogue: Mimic 0/1,
Factotum: Inspiration 0/6, Nerveskitter 0/1, Heroics 0/1, Piety 0/9
Duskblade: Attunement 0/14, Quick Cast 0/4
Feats: Chaos Devotion 0/1
Gear: Counterstrike 0/2, Greatreach 0/3, Reciprocate 0/2, Haste 0/10 (rounds), Daylight 0/1, See Invis 0/1, +2d6 electric damage 0/3

Spells:
Lv 0 - 0/6
Lv 1 - 0/23
Lv 2 - 0/23
Lv 3 - 2/23
Lv 4 - 0/18
Lv 5 - 0/14

[Nephrite]

[22:30] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+14 K:P
[22:30] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+14 K:P --> [ 1d20=19 ]{33}

[Anastasia]

Spoiler boxes aren't italicized, since they're already in a spoiler box.

Moore can tell this isn't natural. Crops don't grow here. For that matter, Ithea knows that and also knows that magic must be involved. More saliently, it suggests non-natives of this plane doing something unusual.

As you look about, the party can hear a voice from farther ahead in the fog. "Plowing the fields, working the land. Making my food with what I have on hand." It's a vaguely masculine voice singing, rather untalented.

[spoiler]

Crystal: 223/223 Buffs: Greater Magic Weapon (+5) (CL 25), Mind Blank (CL 22)
Hope: 484/484 Buffs: Mind Blank (CL 22)
Stille: 300/300 Buffs: Mind Blank (CL 22)
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[Merc]

Ithea attempts to spot the source of the voice past the fog.

ooc: Bah! And I've been needlessly italizing my spoiler boxes all this time and you didn't say anything! Jerk! Meanie!

[21:54] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+51 spot
[21:54] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+51 spot --> [ 1d20=17 ]{68}

[Nephrite]

Moore rubs his chin but looks in that direction too!

[22:58] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+24 spotted dogs
[22:58] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+24 spotted dogs --> [ 1d20=16 ]{40}

[Anastasia]

You don't need to say OOC. Mere italics suffice.

Ithea peers ahead. The mists part slightly, revealing something 50ft ahead. Six large, blue, frog like creatures. Ithea can identify them as blue slaad easily enough. A human sized frog-man of gray watches them work. All are dressed up as farmers, the blue slaad tilling the land and the gray one overseeing them. One of the blue slaad is the singer.

Crystal peers and frowns, "What is it?" she murmurs, "Farmhand music?"

[Merc]

"Uh, yeah. From... slaads," Ithea replies quietly. "Blue ones at that. Not sure what they'd be doing here instead of Limbo, honestly, and farming at that, but after 27, Renbuu and that dungeon slaad, I probably shouldn't be surprised at anything those guys do."

Is the Deep Ethereal bordering Limbo in any way? Vaguely curious to whether the anarch powers would work here. Or if it's just slaads being random and being in a place they're not supposed to because why not.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks. "Slaad? Oh, um... are they... er... normally here? I guess they probably aren't."

[Merc]

"Well, I certainly didn't expect to see some here farming at least."

[Anastasia]

"Ah, this should be excellent," Stille murmurs, "Productive slaad, what a strange and welcome idea."

Crystal wrinkles her nose, "Fantastic, in truth we may face multiple 27s."

[Merc]

"Well, 27 seems to fit in just fine in Aurora, for all that he annoys Hanna. Maybe we should invite them to grow crops in Aurora instead of some hidden glade in the Deep Ethereal?" Ithea jokes.

"We could just go around them otherwise, doesn't seem like there's much point to approaching them outside of us being curious. Asking if they've seen any lost Mineral shipment is just asking for them suddenly desiring to grow crops out of it or something."

[Nephrite]

Moore looks over to Ithea and rubs his chin. "I don't think it's mere chance we're meeting them. I think it's an opportunity -- so I'm all for approaching them at least to find out why they're here. Maybe they really would want to come to Aurora, you never know unless you try, right?" Moore concludes. "I mean, it's impressive enough that they're growing crops in a place like this -- they may have some insight on the matter."