The Next Step Forward

[Anastasia]

CL check.

[Iron Dragoon]

CL Check:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+30 : 4 + 30, total 34[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Will save, too.

[Iron Dragoon]

Will save/Cunning Insight:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+27 : 9 + 27, total 36[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Thus you call on the names, on the right personages. You feel a resistance to your spell, a cloyingness that clings to yet. Yet it is cast safely and...

Go ahead.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa casts her magic, focusing on the events of the past. Hopefully her guess is right and the assassin put the mask on shortly before the attack. She watches the past move by, looking for any clues; someone watching the rooms, loitering, out of place, or general suspicious going-ons.

[Anastasia]

You begin to settle in and...

Perception.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+42+20 Perception/Cunning Knowledge Serith
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 68 > [d20=6]

[Anastasia]

You see it - the assassin slipping into the room. His mask is on, just as described. He moves with natural grace, leaving the door gently ajar. As he begins to glide inwards...hm? You hear singing, you think. The sound of voices singing, far away.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa tries to memorize the assassin, looking for anything that might identify him. Shoes, cut of his clothes, color of hair, skin color if any is exposed, is he right or left handed, general build and weight, anything unique or identifiable while keeping just a bit of attention on the singing...

[Anastasia]

Make an immediate Fort save.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+17+9 Fort/Cunning Insight Serith
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 35 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d8
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 7 > [d8=7]

Are you protected against ability drain or disease?

[Iron Dragoon]

Horizon Walker 2:
-Terrain Mastery (Marsh): You are immune to diseases.

I'm immune to negative levels if that does anything for ability drain. I know they typically go hand-in-hand.

[Anastasia]

Disease immunity bailed you out.

You hear it. A slow, mournful song. A song calling, calling ever so appealingly. A song that calls for nothing, that calls for oblivion. A song that makes you want to scream and yet allures you, nausea warring with desire as you hear it.

At the same time, you see more. The door is left ajar and the servant comes in, sounding an alarm of, "Assassin!" Madala rises in her bed as the assassin whirls, out in a blur - one that leaves a blade through the servant's chest, moving staggeringly fast and away.

Come to me, Alyssa. Come to me.

As the assassin goes, you see the servant reach up for the mask and...