Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Merc]

"Where are my friends?" she asks as she continues to fly towards the most likely source of their mixed reality troubles. Briefly she considers launching an attack, but on the off chance that the shadow is that of the ship they seek or any of her allies, she holds off on that until she can tell more details.

[Anastasia]

No reply this time. Flying ahead, Ithea closes in to 20ft. She can see the shadowed, misty outline of a ship ahead. It's broken, parts of it just floating about. Its as if it was bisected down the middle - only half of a ship is here. You're just above the main decks, with sails and rigging above you. You don't immediately see anyone about.

[Merc]

"Stille? Crystal? Moore? Any of you here?" She calls out loudly, landing on the deck and casting detect magic, searching for signs of any magical activity around her even as she also extends her normal senses in search of her allies or their mysterious (and apparently cowardly) foe.

[Anastasia]

No reply, your words stirring nothing in the fog. You land on the ruined deck and look about - there's a faint aura of magic over everything.

Spellcraft.

[Merc]

can someone roll for me? Spellcraft is +40 I believe.

[Nephrite]

[13:54] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+40 Spellcraft for Ithea
[13:54] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+40 Spellcraft for Ithea --> [ 1d20=6 ]{46}

[Anastasia]

The entire place is saturated in magic. The ship just reeks of it. Nothing specific, but it was clearly exposed to an overwhelming amount of mystical might. It makes identifying anything nigh impossible. Perhaps not impossible for you, though, if you take some time on a particular item or place you suspect.

[Merc]

Ithea explores th ship for now. First she'll search for where its holding area is.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8 vs 88
<Kobot> Ko-NitoriSolvesProblems rolled 1d100+8 vs 88 --> [ 1d100=95 ]{103}
> roll 1d100+8 subtables
<Kobot> Ko-NitoriSolvesProblems rolled 1d100+8 subtables --> [ 1d100=15 ]{23}

Ithea starts to walk down the deck - and as she does, she hears a croak behind her, followed by a ribbit. "Hark, it is an omen!" A soft, feminine voice calls forth. "That the crunchy cat stalks swiftly throughout the wounded wreckage!"

[Merc]

Ithea turns around in search of the slaad (?) that spoke. "So says the softly spoken slaad shifting in shadows?"

[Anastasia]

"Zorcerous zounds!" The creature behind you approaches to within 20ft. It is a gray slaad, barely taller than you are. A thing you have seen before, froglike and with a sleek, muscular body. It wears naught but its gray skin is painted red, hundreds of numbers scribbled all over its flesh. "Sorcerous sounds! I can hear the wind arguing about you with the cucumbers and lemons." It throws itself onto the ground, pressing its ear to the ground, "WHAT WAS THAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" 

The slaad then leaps right back up and claps its claws together. "Is that it? Is that it? Tell me! Tell me!"

[Merc]

"Softly spoken appears an incorrect choice of words. Perhaps sonorous would have been best bet," Ithea notes. "The wind is full of hot air, though it took some friends of mine. Might you know where the wind took them?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 slaad reaction
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 slaad reaction --> [ 1d100=30 ]{30}

The gray slaad recoils - literally leaping 10ft back, ribbits of distress. "I WON'T LET YOU!" it howls like a banshee, before pouncing at Ithea!

Init here.

[Merc]

[19:35] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+22 init
[19:35] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+22 init --> [ 1d20=11 ]{33}

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+7 gray slaad
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+7 gray slaad --> [ 1d20=6 ]{13}

Initiative order is Ithea (33) > Gray Slaad (13)

Open Ithea.