Elemental Movements

[Nephrite]

[22:15] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+58 evasion
[22:15] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+58 evasion --> [ 1d20=5 ]{63}

Forgot the -3, so that's 60

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+54 Cresiel evasion
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+54 Cresiel evasion --> [ 1d20=16 ]{70}

The bright blue flames are overwhelming, forcing the two of you back lest you be incinerated, the heat of it enough to make you grimace, even through your protections. You're back with the others, safe.

"Unearthly hot flames," Xandra murmurs, "Be wary of them, Moore."

[Nephrite]

"Well, I'm sure there's a gimmick. I don't really feel like dealing with it, though." Moore says as he gestures about.

Greater Stone Shape, attempt is going to be made to just push the wall that these stairs are on out of the way so they can just walk around the colored ones, if that makes sense.

[Anastasia]

Basically make a path right besides it in the wall?

[Nephrite]

Yeah, imagine just widening the wall along the side by pushing it... ehh, up, or further out?

[Anastasia]

Thus you go. As you walk, Xandra quietly murmurs, "You do realize it was the blue stairs, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"I did gather that." Moore says. "It's the principal of the matter, you know? We don't have time for these shenanigans."

[Anastasia]

Quietly, "Then may I suggest we use earthquakes to express our displeasure, rather than playing along?" Cresiel suggests.

[Nephrite]

"The thought had crossed my mind." Moore answers, equally as quietly. "Considering where we are, though, we'd probably need to head back to the top."

[Anastasia]

"We would," Cresiel says, "Will we?"

[Nephrite]

Moore makes a disgruntled noise that could be considered a harrumph.

"It seems like this is where they keep some resources, so I think for now we should continue on. If we reach something extremely annoying we'll head back." He decides.

He nods once and continues onward!

[Anastasia]

So be it. Perception.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 84!

[Anastasia]

You proceed down to the next floor. The door leading into it is locked.

"Shall I?" Cresiel asks, hammer already ready.

[Nephrite]

"Please." Moore says.