Attempt 2, floor 1! WE ARE NOW ANTI JELLYFISH!

[Carthrat]

Tchaener grabs the black two-handed sword and the web scroll. He tosses the potion to Corwin, and then follows Aesop through the water, new blade at the ready.

[Corwin]

Corwin catches the potion and nods at Tchaener, bringing in the rear.

[Anastasia]

The way out of the jellyfish is...without incident! The fishman seems to have swum off for better pastures, the way out uncontested to the party!

[Carthrat]

"Well, that's a relief," muses Tchaener, pulling himself out the water.

"Now, Aesop, remember how the wands are bypassed? Just toss a darkness spell over them and the orb, close your eyes, grab it, and leave. It worked for me! It can work for you!"

[Dracos]

"Zeus, blind the eyes of this trap!"  Aesop cast darkness, following Tchaener's instructions to a tee.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

On entering, darkness spreads as Aesop commands! The wands and the orb are covered in pitch black, consumed.

[Dracos]

Aesop gropes in for the crystal.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

With a brave effort Aesop reaches the crystal! It's cool and smooth in his hands, no signs of death rays of c ones of cold fragging him! Got it!

[Dracos]

Aesop retreats back to where the mages were.

"Okay...so the rest of the plan is to unlock the door and hopefully encourage the kobolds out.  In interest  of that...let's rest and heal and make sure we're all at full strength for that bastard."

Dracos

[Dracos]

[14:19] <@Drac-bleh> roll 1d8 me
[14:19] * Hatbot --> "Drac-bleh rolls 1d8 me and gets 1." [1d8=1]
[14:19] <@Drac-bleh> roll 1d8 me
[14:19] * Hatbot --> "Drac-bleh rolls 1d8 me and gets 2." [1d8=2]
[14:19] <@Drac-bleh> ...wow, my cure light spells suck

[Anastasia]

The party rests up, recovering from Aesop's magic. The door to the kobolds awaits when they are ready...

[Carthrat]

"Put the light ball out of sight," warns Tchaener, before turning back towards the door, and opening it!

[Dracos]

Aesop has done so, staying behind the charismatic mage.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

So the kobolds await! All 12 of them, set up carefully and awaiting your return. "Shinies," Hector insists.

[Carthrat]

"You wanted a sword?" says Tchaener, reaching for his older blade. "Then, here! Have this, and a scroll, as well! See, the writing is very glossy compared to regular texts."