Regeneration

[Yuthirin]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+39 : 11 + 39, total 50[/blockquote]+6 vs SR

[Anastasia]

Seek the Hermit of the Lightning Tower.

[Yuthirin]

'Got a lead. The Hermit of the Lightning Tower.' Tryll says.

[Anastasia]

Shouting over the storm, "Great, so how the fuck do we get there?!"

Jayne flies about and around the party, cawing like a crow in defiance to the thunder.

[Yuthirin]

K:P[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+53 : 19 + 53, total 72[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

It's a tower deeper in the plane, amid an eternal storm. It's tough to get there - most teleport rather than do it the hard way, as the locals are not friendly.

[Yuthirin]

Can I manage the teleport?

[Anastasia]

Assuming you can cast greater teleport or manifest something similar, I don't see why not. The terrain is worth a concentration check but you're very high level so that's not a problem.

[Yuthirin]

Then we shall do so. Can I take 10?

[Anastasia]

You can't fail the check so it hardly matters. Go ahead and use whatever power you're using.

[Yuthirin]

Greater Teleport

[Anastasia]

The storms rage - but not here. You stand in a slightly damp and scorched room, as all of you drip, drip, drip from the storm. Distantly you can hear wind and rain, peals of thunder as well. But you're inside, out of the wrath.

Sitting on a wooden chair is a red skinned half orc, heat emanating from his body like a cookfire. He's snoring lightly and only stirs a moment after you appear. He yawns widely, "Eh? Oh, visitors."

[Yuthirin]

"Hello!" Calleigh cheers with drippy happiness. 

[Anastasia]

Jayne peers at him as Dana does the same, "Okay, and what the fuck are you?"

"Martin," The half orc answers after a moment, sleepy gaze on the party. "You come here for a reason? There's usually one, otherwise no one ever comes here."

[Yuthirin]

"We're looking for a big mean windy drilly abominationy guy! Likes to pull out people's blood!" Calleigh says helpfully.