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Inky Blackness

2012-02-25T05:48:21Z

Phanuel: Created page with "Players: Quint, Gragnar, Mogaw, Divada, Eleria, Melon APL: 2.5 (2) CR: 7 XP: 3600 Monsters Used: 4 Dark Creepers (CR 2), 1 Dark Stalker (CR 4) Tonight's missive from the Expl..."

Players: Quint, Gragnar, Mogaw, Divada, Eleria, Melon
APL: 2.5 (2)
CR: 7
XP: 3600
Monsters Used: 4 Dark Creepers (CR 2), 1 Dark Stalker (CR 4)

Tonight's missive from the Explorer's Guild has brought the lot of you deep into Goblin Town. The riot of chaotic and dangerous wonders that comprises this place has given way by night to a simmering tension. The shadows seem thicker out in these alleyways and narrow streets; darker than usual by all accounts. The sprawl of small houses takes up much of the area, peppered liberally with mechanic shops, food stalls and the like, all of which are closed.

Tonight's mission is a complicated one: there's been a rash of pickpocketing, thievery and even the occasional poisoning that has the goblin community in an uproar. Obviously the work of some new gang of criminals, Our Heroes have been tasked with finding out who is responsible and bringing them to justice! The last known lead has brought them to a particularly shady-looking alley, right in the heart of Goblin Town. The narrow streets are surrounded on both sides by small houses built roughly on top of one another. Most of the windows are shut, and the doors are bolted tightly. Not even the local gobbers want to come out into the streets at night, these days.

"Fought in dat one, and dat one, and--" a chuckle "oh that was a gud un," Gragnar shares for his companions, gesturing from one bar to another as they go past. The oruch has enough sense to not say it at his usual boisterous level, but he still seems happy to share as he looks around. Already he's wrapping chains around his fists, preparing to add a new fight to his tally.

Eleria is smirking mildly at Gragnar's stories, looking following his gestures from side to side, as well as keeping a wary eye out all around them. "You said these places were for drinking," she remarks mildly, idly fingering her longbow slung over her shoulder, "They're sounding they're intended for fighting instead."

"The last time I was near here, I had to go into it's sewer. I'd rather not go back in." Divada says to the oruch as he relays his tales. "Some bars are for both, Eleria. Which can be a shame."

Toying with his Gobbo-matic Dakka Bustah 3000 MK-II, Mogaw gives small casual looks to each alley as Gragnar points them out, nodding a bit. "Aye. Remember the days when you could get in fights and no one got killed... Or poisoned... Or robbed... Well, unless you call betting and losing getting robbed! Then someone always was gettin screwed!" He'd chuckle, but he isn't happy with the recent spree. After all, if you can't be safe in Goblin Town, where CAN you be safe...

Melon has her ray apparatus in hand, the brunette half-elf looking around with more curiosity than fear today. "Gotta agree with Elly-two, there," she comments with a chuckle. But she wrinkles her nose at Divada. "Icky. Sewer. Not to worry, fellow tinkerer; I bet we'll be able to convince those guys to leave people alone."

It isn't his first trip into Goblinton and so long as the Seer had family -- distant cousins, at best, but still family -- in the slums it wouldn't be his last. Quint suffers the latest task without complaint in spite of the last trip's events. The small, green-skinned humanoids seemed to have a unique corner on the market for crazed alchemists, arcanists, and artificers. His thick, plated leather skirts rustle in time with his booted footfalls and his barbute scrapes occasionally against his bevor or pauldrons as he tilts his head to look this way and that. The Elunite -- who introduced himself simply as 'Quint' upon their initial meeting -- walks quietly while the others chat back and forth.

Gragnar nods towards Divada. "Can be for both," he intones in his rough heavily accented voice, "an' it ain't a shame. Nuthin' wrong with a 'ittle sport." He grins, showing the base of his tusks, including the broken one. "If not," he says to Melon, "we'll 'ust some heads." He punches into one hand, the chains making a slight noise as they impact, muffled by the oruch's thick, meaty hands.

"I dunno if poisoning other goblins is great sport." Divada says with a chuckle. "But if they are poisoning others, they shouldn't be given too much mercy."

"Both? Seems rather dangerous. Don't people get overly violent when they're inebriat--OH!" As it dawns on her, Eleria's eyes go wide, clapping a hand over her mouth. "I see... I think." She gives Gragnar a bit of a baffled look. "Sorry, we'll what some heads?"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everybody, perception checks!"

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+12: (4)+12: 16 to Phanuel

GAME: Melon rolls perception: (16)+3: 19
GAME: Eleria rolls perception: (6)+12: 18
GAME: Divada rolls perception: (20)+4: 24
GAME: Mogaw rolls perception: (17)+5: 22
GAME: Quint rolls Perception: (15)+1: 16
GAME: Gragnar rolls perception: (19)+3: 22

The usual riotous, good-natured mayhem that is Goblinton has surely been stifled as you head further in; wary eyes peer out of windows as our heroes pass by, talking unafraid. The night is gloomy and dark, without even stars above to guide those still on the street, save the dull glow of mana lamps that turns everything, especially the snow, the color of dull orange. Yet just outside of the dull light there are deep, inky shadows that almost seem solid to the naked eye, and not all of those lights work, blanketing some streets in total pitch black.

The street ahead begins to snake uphill and to the left. Yet to your right, down a steep cobbled street where no lamps currently shine, something moves in the shadows. All save Quint immediately catch sight of it, standing short and squat, looking right at the party. Its nebulous form disappears almost as soon as it is spotted, however.

"Guys!" Melon hisses, and she nods in the direction of the shadowy figure that disappeared. With the streets so empty, no wonder something like that jumps out at a person. She grips her ray gun a little bit tighter, waiting to follow the others.

Mogaw chokes up on his death ray now, peering about carefully. "What was that thing?" He asks quietly before pulling his goggles down over his eyes. He sticks close to Melon and waits to follow behind some of the more... intimidating party members.

Eleria joins the party with her head snapping towards the movement, her hand tightening on her bow. "Someone watching us?" she murmurs, before waving a hand over her eyes. She says a few, unintelligible words, and shivers as feathers sprout out of her cheeks and temples, framing eyes that get wider and more raptor-like. Unshouldering her bow, she starts to creep closer to where the figure ways, gaze casting about for any further sign of it.
GAME: Eleria casts Aspect of the Falcon.

"Poison's a coward's weapon," Gragnar remarks, pausing as he spots the form. He moves closer to the front of the group, and looks back. "'ust 'em," he says regarding heads, and gestures holding something roughly cantaloupe size in each hand and smashing them together. That explained, he goes back to looking around, scanning their surroundings for the reappearance of the nebulous form.

Tilting her head, Divada watches as the shadowy figure disappears. "I saw it Melon. Someone is expecting us." She says quietly before looking at Gragnar and Quint. "I think we can expect company sometime soon."

"What did you see?" Quint wonders, his speech odd and halting. Almost monotone. Expression impassive, he turns to look follow the others' gaze his thickly-gloved hand resting on the pommel of his sheathed scimitar. A shield in the shape of a wide crescent is strapped to his other arm.
"Much of Goblinton's population is tightly knit and wary of outsiders. A band such as ours is bound to draw attention." He glances at Divada and offers a nod, glancing then to Gragnar. "Temper any eagerness for conflict... but remain wary." As if heeding his own advice, he takes his hand away from the weapons on his belt and moves towards the road in question. "How familiar are you with these streets?" He asks that of Mogaw, an honest question.

"I'm fairly familiar, I suppose. I used to live down here for a few years but its been awhile since I spent any real length of time wandering about," Mogaw replies as his eyes dart back and forth, a bit twitchy at the moment. "Definitely not as familiar with this part of the town as whoever is committing the crimes."

<OOC> Quint says, "Are we talking normal illumination or dim so far as the light sources, Phan?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's normal near the lamps, but down this road there's almost no light."

The road heads down, steep and dark. Everything is dim and gloomy. Most of you are actually able to see fairly well despite the ambient gloom, but some extra light wouldn't hurt - what lamps are down this way have been broken or turned off, somehow. The greater part of the houses are just as dark, with only slivers of lamplight from closed windows offering only the barest of illumination.

Closing her eyes for a few seconds, Divada opens her eyes and looks around at the deepening gloom. She doesn't bother with a light since she can see just fine..

"I know da bars," Gragnar shares, "an' the bits between." His eyes are meant for the gloom, and he turns his head this way and that, scanning their surroundings. He's not even squinting. "Anyone know where dey went?" he wonders, continuing his scan, first scanning the rooftops, then the streets, and then the ground around him, covering his bases.
<OOC> Eleria is gonna try and find out where they went.

You paged (Eleria, Gragnar) with 'You saw it disappear down an alleyway some way down the street. You can make out where it probably went, as there's an alleyway coming up on your left near where you think it was standing.'

Quint's eyes narrow in the gloom. "A moment," he requests quietly, snaking a hand to the backside of his belt and drawing forth one of three brass rods from a loop. He stoops just a moment and strikes the tip of the rod against a cobblestone. A wet hissing and subtle popping proceeds a flash of white-light before the rod settles into a lower, steadier glow stronger than that of a normal torch. He stands back up and holds the glowing stick ahead of him to light the way, glancing this way and that now that he can see properly.

GAME: Quint used a Sunrod.

Eleria stays a little ways ahead of the group, eyes getting accustomed to the dark as they head down the dark road. She nocks an arrow in her bow, keeping it pointed at the ground as they head in. "I think... I'm not sure, give me just..." The elf blinks when the light flares up behind her, glancing back. Seeing the sunrod come up, she smiles and picks up her pace a little, keeping in the dim outer circle of the light, just barely visible by her party. But as they approach an alleyway, she's stopped and is standing at the mouth, peering down. Glancing at her approaching party, the druid jerks her head down into the dark, before heading down herself.

Melon isn't exactly squinting, but she's not just looking around, either, and she seems grateful when Quint fires up a sunrod. The half-elf steps ahead of the lightsource, and gazes off into the gloom, following Eleria with her eyes before setting off after. Might as well.

Gragnar squints at the sudden light, and moves out a little, standing on the edge, looking out, his broad back lit, his already large form massive in shadow. He looks to the alley, and follows after Eleria quickly enough, his hands balled into lose fists to keep the chains wrapped around them in place. Boisterous as he might be, he's capable of quiet.

Turning her head away from Quint, Divada keeps herself from getting blinded by the sunrod as she tries to look into the darkness herself. She doesn't make much noise as she looks for anything that could be hiding others...

Mogaw keeps up with Gragnar, not wanting to get too far from the rather large companion. After all, he doesn't want to get caught without a large sized friend nearby!

For those that can see (and the vast majority of you can), what looks like an amorphous pile of black rags with legs and fishbelly pale hands scurries away from the light, rounding the corner and disappearing. Its footfalls are nearly soundless, though it leaves a smell reminiscent of rotten cabbage in its wake. When in doubt (or looking for trouble), follow your nose!

Eleria wrinkles her nose as the thing runs off, slowing up enough for the party to catch up. "We may be chasing a homeless being," she notes mildly, before picking up into a jog at the forefront of the group with Gragnar. It'll be hard to lose him now... so she checks the surrounding roofs and buildings occasionally instead.

Making a face, Divada definitely follows her nose to keep up with this thing. "Mmmf. it's entirely possible that it may not mean to poison others. I dunno." She says as she follows the rustling black rags.....and the smell... ew.

Gragnar starts lightly at the strange creature. "Doesn' like da light," he remarks, "or doesn' like us." He sniffs a couple times, and starts to follow, mostly relying on his eyes, but the powerful smell helps when the eyes don't.

Melon joins the crew in wrinkling her nose, not entirely thrilled with this smell. "Clearly," she says quietly, to Gragnar. "Well maybe it's just having a bad day. You know how things can get..."

Quint squints at the odd figured in tattered clothings. "Careful," he offers -- though in all probability the warning is unnecessary. Making less noise than what you make expect for an armored man of his size, he moves to follow the rest, keeping the alchemical torch high and ahead of him. He issues a quiet, private prayer but the proper words are lost behind the raised plates of the armor protecting his neck. He senses not the sharpest, he refrains from pointing out that the thing smells just like the rest of Goblinton to him.

Mogaw makes a face as the smell hits him. "Wooooah, that thing smells like four week old dead cat! Didn't look like a goblin to me though... Certainly didn't SMELL like a goblin. At least not a healthy one." He follows the rest of the group as carefully as he can, keeping his death ray ready to go just incase something goes wrong.

You paged Eleria with 'Make a perception check and send it to me.'
You paged Eleria with 'So +roll perception=Phanuel'

GAME: Eleria rolls perception+3: (3)+12+3: 18 to Phanuel

(Stealth rolls for the Dark Stalker and the other four Dark Creepers on the rooftops following)

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+8: (18)+8: 26 to Phanuel
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+12: (15)+12: 27 to Phanuel
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+12: (12)+12: 24 to Phanuel
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+12: (8)+12: 20 to Phanuel
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+12: (2)+12: 14 to Phanuel

Divada pages: Knowledge/Arcana for this? Dimming a sunrod could be a magical effect. XD
You paged Divada with 'Roll me Spellcraft instead.'
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone who's got it, roll me Spellcraft!" (DC 21 instead of DC 22)
GAME: Divada rolls spellcraft: (1)+10: 11
<OOC> Divada says, "gag."
GAME: Melon rolls spellcraft: (10)+9: 19
GAME: Mogaw rolls spellcraft: (14)+8: 22
You paged Mogaw with 'This, sir, is Deeper Darkness.'
GAME: Eleria rolls spellcraft: (5)+5: 10
Mogaw pages: Gross D:
GAME: Quint rolls Spellcraft: (13)+5: 18
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, I say smelly man, I should clarify: it's Small sized."
You paged Eleria with 'Sure is the same.'
Mogaw calls out, "Its a strong darkness spell! Hope you all like dealin with things in the dark."

Eleria pages: Can we see up to the roofs? Or is the darkness above blocking LOS?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Right now, treat everything within 30 feet of Quint as dim light."

"It's slippery," Eleria mutters between gritted teeth as she tries to keep pace with the running creature. As they turn one corner, she glances up...and does a doubletake, nearly clipping a corner as she tries to keep up with the group. "There's another on the roof!" she hisses to her party behind her. Suddenly, they're in darkness. Eleria squeaks, and quickly backpedals into the pool of light Quint's sunrod puts off, holding her arrow up and pointing around a little frantically, eyes wide. It doesn't feel good to suddenly walk into a trap, does it?

Gragnar stops, moving only enough to avoid his companions, fists up and at the ready. The supernatural dark's certainly harder to see in, but he can manage alright. He keeps a careful eye on the one up on the roof, just in case the spell isn't all they're going to be flinging. "Just a 'ittle dark," he says, in what's likely meant to be soothing, for all that the tone seems strange on his tongue.

"What is this about?" Quint asks, holding the rod back now from the little thing turning away from them. His shield arm is cocked up and ready to ward of a lunge. "Why flee from us and weave spells of unnatural darkness?" His voice remains surprisingly level as he asks questions of the cornered figure. "We seek answers, not violence."

Taking a deep breath as Divada sees the darkness, she doesn't recognize the spell, quite yet. "Seems they were leading us back here to trap us. Impressive." She says somewhat dispassionately. She then looks to Mogaw and smiles. "Perhaps we can banish the darkness with light, hmm?"

Melon squeaks as it goes dark, and she edges closer to Quint, gun brought up to bear. "Yes, answers! Please let's have answers, instead of violence. I really /really/ prefer answers."

Mogaw looks at Divada and shrugs a bit, "I think so, if you got a pretty strong light spell. I ain't got a gadget for that though! Darkness isn't usually a problem for me, after all." He smirks a bit, somehow finding the situation amusing. He's never known what its like to have a hard time seeing cause of darkness. Its a new experience.

From somewhere above you, the sound of tittering, mocking laughter can be heard from an indeterminate number of voices; maybe three, maybe six. They sound harsh and muffled, as if the sound comes from behind a cloth tied close around the mouth. An answer comes to Quint and Melon's pleas for answers in an equally nasty language, and a babble of some other, distinct kind of incomprehensible nonsense passes from one muffled voice to the other. The one the party can see turns around, pulls a dagger from the folds of its rags and runs it through one of the folds, then leaps for Gragnar at the front! Right when he leaps something thin and inky black bearing two dark blades lands on the ground from the rooftop he was standing on, and lunges for the oruch's flank...

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, so everyone's huddled around Quint. Okay, one of the bad guys (dark1) is currently right in front of Gragnar, and a tall, wispy badguy (talldark) is flanking him. Three more of the little ones have jumped down from the rooftops - one is facing Melon and Eleria (dark2), two are facing Quint and Divada (dark3 and dark4)."

Mogaw levels the big death ray at the tall dude hitting Gragnar and makes an angry face. "SUCKTHEDICKOFSCIENCE!" The shot hits the dude squarely in the back with the machine, watching the big explode like a light bulb!

GAME: Mogaw rolls ranged+1: (20)+6+1: 27
GAME: Mogaw rolls ranged+1: (15)+6+1: 22
GAME: Mogaw rolls 2d6+10: (10)+10: 20

<OOC> Phanuel says, "You blasted the holy jeepers out of him, and you apparently zapped him so hard that he popped like a light bulb! Gragnar, Mogaw, roll me Fortitude."

GAME: Mogaw rolls fortitude: (20)+5: 25
GAME: Gragnar rolls fortitude: (1)+5: 6

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Grag, that was really bright. You are blinded for two rounds. :("
<OOC> Divada is going to MM the one flanking Gragnar.

GAME: Divada rolls 2d4+3: (5)+3: 8

Divada takes a deep breath, and turns her attention away from the threat in front of Quint and herself. "Keep an eye on my back." She says before unrolling a scroll. The scroll crumbles in her hands as two green bolts streak from the remnants and slam into the 'thing' that was flanking Gragnar.

GAME: Divada used a Scroll of Magic Missile.

<OOC> Quint says, "I'll go to town on the one on me, I suppose. Dropping the sunrod as a freebie, drawing the scimitar and taking an attack., I'll PA."

GAME: Quint rolls 1d20+6: (1)+6: 7

<OOC> Eleria says, "I cast Faerie Fire on the area, then pull out my glaive."

The lit rod is already falling from Quint's grasp when the little monster lunges for the oruch brawler. The shadowplay would be impressive if the unnatural light didn't swallow them almost entirely. Reaching down, the armored man slides his matte-black, curved bladed sword free of its scabbard -- or at least, he makes the attempt. A leather tether snaps and the scabbard comes free of his belt, throwing off the balance of his weapon and spoiling his swing. Lips pressing to a thin line, Quint offers an awkward slash that sends the sheath clattering across the floor.

Eleria gasps when the figures drop down, and bumps up against Quint in a moment of shock when one of them just explodes in a flash of light! It takes her a moment, but the druid collects her wits, and quickly calls out in Druidic, <Earth Mother, shine light on these villains!> Nothing seems to happen for a moment, but then a pale green glow begins to grow, seeming to encase most (all?) of the dark figures, as well as Gragnar and perhaps another ally. Catching her breath, Eleria drops her arrow back in her quiver, readying her glaive and pointing it at the nearest dark...thing.

<OOC> Gragnar says, "In that case, hail mary flurry of blows on the guy in front of me."

GAME: Gragnar rolls weapon1: (13)+6: 19
GAME: Gragnar rolls weapon1: (4)+6: 10
<OOC> Gragnar says, "And they have total concealment, so 50 chance of miss..."
GAME: Gragnar rolls 1d100: (100): 100
GAME: Gragnar rolls 1d100: (55): 55

GAME: Gragnar rolls 1d6+4: (3)+4: 7

Gragnar is bleeding profusely from his wounds, the Oruch howling in pain. Then the one that did the most damage explodes in a flash of light, blinding the monk. He lets out a howl of fury, spittle spraying from his mouth, catching the light. A fist comes around with accuracy that's surprising, all things considered, impacting the little creature square in the head. The second comes around, but comes wide, thrown off as much by the creature staggering from the first blow as it is by the Oruch's temporary blindness. Feeling the fist connect at least once, Gragnar screams out a "WAAAAAAAAAAAGH." Yeah, that 'stealth' thing? He's done with that now.

<OOC> Melon says, "I want to drop color spray at dark2!"

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+1: (5)+1: 6
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4: (4): 4

Melon cringes as the creature /explodes/ into light, but thankfully, she manages to avoid blindness. Instead, she pulls out a small technological bauble filled with a shifting pattern of brightly colored sand. "Take this!" she shouts, somewhat lamely, having nothing witty in her corner today; and she lobs it at the cround in front of her. The air erupts into bright and dazzling colors, searingly painful for the strange creature who gets a faceful of shiny.

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Creatures' turn! 2 got a face full of ohgodimblind and it's going to try and stab wildly at something in front of it!"
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (2)+6: 8
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (46): 46
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It totally fails it, stabbing at thin air with a dagger. A little glob of something nasty is dripping from it."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "4 is going to try and go for Quint!"
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (10)+6: 16

<OOC> Phanuel says, "3 will try to stab Quint as well!"

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (15)+6: 21

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Quint, make me a fort save!"

GAME: Quint rolls Fortitude: (14)+9: 23

<OOC> Phanuel says, "You get stabbed with a puny dagger! There's something on it that makes the wound burn like fire, but it doesn't sap your strength.”

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Meanwhile, the tallguy is going to attempt to wildly slash at Gragnar!"

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (9)+6: 15
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (8)+6: 14
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (79): 79
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (23): 23

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d6+2: (6)+2: 8

<OOC> Phanuel says, "The tallguy, who was seemingly blinded by the flash, gets in a lucky slash with a black blade, and you collapse. :("

GAME: Phanuel damaged Gragnar for 8 points. -4 remaining.

Mogaw's reaction is nothing short of instant, and his death cannon of science blasts Gragnar's smaller would-be killer in the back, causing him to pop with a flash of bright light and a loud BANG, which blinds both the tall, dark-cloaked assailant and the oruch. Meanwhile Divada brings a scroll to bear on the tall one, blasting him with two magic missiles. Quint steps forward and bungles getting his sword out, but still manages to place himself squarely between two of the rag-cloaked villains and the rest of the party. Eleria draws her glaive and calls down some mysterious glowy light, Gragnar ragepunches the tall one and Melon pulls out a little device that sends a spray of scintillating color at her foe, who stumbles forward and vainly slashes at thin air with a poisoned blade. Quint's assailants stab at him and one succeeds in finding a gap in the armor, drawing blood but doing little else. Battered, blinded and blasted, the tall, twin sword bearing figure gets in a lucky slash at Gragnar, dealing him a wound that would surely slay any normal mortal but succeeding only in bringing out a terrible, final rage in the oruch.

New round!

GAME: Divada rolls knowledge/local: (7)+8: 15

You paged Divada with 'These things are Dark Folk. They're mysterious denizens of underground areas, like forgotten caves or the abandoned underworlds of old cities like Alexandros. Little is known about them, save that they only surface at night to steal from surface-dwellers and cause havoc.'

You paged Divada with 'You know that the smaller ones are Dark Creepers, the most numerous and common of their sort. All of them detest light and are actively hindered by its presence.'

Divada pages: are they evil?

You paged Divada with 'Not inherently, but they never surface except to do mischief or loot surfacer settlements. Meta-wise, they're Chaotic Neutral.'

<OOC> Mogaw says, "I'm gonna shoot the taller dude who is still fightin Gragnar"

GAME: Mogaw rolls ranged+1: (1)+6+1: 8

<OOC> Divada says, "I'm gonna move up to Gragnar and make him drink one of my cure light wounds potions."

GAME: Gragnar rolls 1d8+1: (4)+1: 5
GAME: Phanuel damaged Gragnar for -5 points. 1 remaining.

Without a second thought, Divada makes her way over towards Gragnar and makes him drink out of a small flask she has. 'Eleria! Gragnar needs help here!" Once she gets a good look at one of the smaller ones, Divada blinks. "We need more light! They're used to the dark!"

<OOC> Quint says, "I'll full attack/PA on number 2."
GAME: Quint rolls 1d20+4: (17)+4: 21
GAME: Quint rolls 1d20+4: (10)+4: 14
<OOC> Quint says, "1-20 misses."
GAME: Quint rolls 1d100: (23): 23
GAME: Quint rolls 1d6+5: (2)+5: 7

Quint is a wall of steel for the small shadowmen to stab at. Tiny, poisoned blades are parried or deflected by practiced use of the crescent-shaped shield. The dark, rune-etched blade describes a wide arc to cut at the first miniature brigand and then he follows the act with a outward swipe of his shield. The slam goes high, however, and the creeper ducks under it neatly -- bloodied but far from beaten.

<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh noes! Gragnar's down! Drop my bow, pull out my CLW wand and heal him."

GAME: Eleria rolls 1d8+1: (8)+1: 9
GAME: Phanuel damaged Gragnar for -9 points. 10 remaining.

Eleria whips her head around as her name is called, having had her back to Gragnar. "Oh, by the Mother... Melon, cover me," she says to the half-elf beside her. Her bow clatters to the ground, as she darts around Mogaw, coming up beside Divada. She pulls out her wand as she drops into a rockstar skid, and raises it to shred a killer chord! ... Or just to put her hand on Gragnar's back and heal his wounds.

<OOC> Gragnar says, "Still-blind stunning fist on tall guy"
GAME: Gragnar rolls weapon1: (4)+6: 10

Gragnar staggers, remaining on his feet even when, judging by the pulse of blood, an artery is nicked, howling in rage. When his rope-like braid is tugged, his head flies back, only to accept a potion, healing the worst of the wounds. Then the second healing attempt brings him, if not to the picture of health, at least to 'you should see the other guy' levels. He lets out a throaty laugh and swings with all of his might. About a foot to the left of his assailant. Yep, still blind.

<OOC> Melon says, "First! For my free action, I'm activating my titan armor for +2 Dex. :D"
<OOC> Melon says, "Er-- +4 Dex, so a +2 mod."
<OOC> Melon says, "Then! I will shoot. XD"
GAME: Melon rolls ranged+2: (18)+3+2: 23
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+intelligence: (1)+4: 5

Melon looks back at the druid as she shouts, and fumbles a hand into her leathers, hitting a bunch of niggly little switches. With a pneumatic hiss, her Titan armor clicks into place beneath, and she uses the increased level-handedness to aim her ray apparatus and-- PZEWWW. Lightning crackles from the end to crash into the creature in front of her.

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Bzzap! Okay. NOW dark2 will try to stab thee, Melon. And I'll remember to roll total concealment!"
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (6)+6: 12

<OOC> Phanuel says, "He fails it anyway =P"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, 3 and 4 will try to git you, Quint!"

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (11)+6: 17
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (11)+6: 17

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Tall blindmahn will try to slash at you Gragnar."

GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (7)+6: 13
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20+6: (12)+6: 18
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (24): 24
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (2): 2
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Both of them wildly miss :D"

Peril averted! As Mogaw's ray blasts a building somewhere in the inky black, Divada bravely runs to Gragnar's side, tugs his head back and forces a potion down his throat. Meanwhile Quint slashes down with his scimitar at one of the shadowmen, narrowly missing with his shield. Eleria also runs to Gragnar's side and heals him with a wand, leaving Melon to activate her Titan armor and blast her assailant, who continues to swipe at the air pathetically. Quint's armor and training prove effective against the creepers that try to stab him, and the blinded stalker misses with his blades.

New round!

<OOC> Mogaw says, "I'll try again to shoot the tall one!"

GAME: Mogaw rolls ranged+1: (7)+6+1: 14

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Just misses. :("

Mogaw watches his shot whiz past the tall creature, barely missing the guy. A slur of goblin-talk curses is muttered while he adjusts some knobs on the thing! He is not pleased with this tall guy's ability to dodge his attacks!

<OOC> Divada says, "Magic missile, tall one."

GAME: Divada rolls 2d4+3: (6)+3: 9
[RPThree] Divada is going to guess that didn't drop the tall one.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nope, he's still standing."

<OOC> Quint says, "I'll do the same to the same."
GAME: Quint rolls 1d20+4: (12)+4: 16
GAME: Quint rolls 1d20+4: (6)+4: 10
[RPThree] Quint says, "blur"
<OOC> Quint says, "1-20 misses"
GAME: Quint rolls 1d100: (35): 35
GAME: Quint rolls 1d6+5: (3)+5: 8

<OOC> Phanuel says, "3 is hurt but not down!"

The sword has a name but the paladin rarely uses it. The thing's enchantment seems to only wake in the presence of otherworldly evil. Still, the cold iron edge is keen and it finds its mark on the reverse-cut, drawing yet more dark ichor from the offensive wretch. The shield cuts back in with an overhead-punch that the creeper dodges back from, chittering and grabbing at its wounds. "Drop your weapons. Surrender." The human advises evenly, sweat matting the hair under his helm.

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Eleria!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Using Aid Another to give Gragnar +2 to attack the Tall guy on his next turn."

Eleria's glaive flies in over Grangar's head, the edge slicing at Tall guy's face. The feint puts him slightly off balance, regaining his footing and better lined up for the Oruch's incoming blows.

<OOC> Gragnar says, "Stunning fist again on Tallguy"

GAME: Gragnar rolls weapon1+2: (6)+6+2: 14

<OOC> Melon is gonna shoot 2 again!
GAME: Melon rolls ranged+2: (4)+3+2: 9

In the dim light, the taller creature clutches at the wounds it has gained, barking in some harsh language through the scarf that muffles its pale face. It sounds pained and desperate, whatever it might be saying. A cold, cloying mist fills the air around it, plunging everything into complete obfuscation; meanwhile, one of the wounded smaller creatures lets out a desperate yell, runs up and actually impales itself on Quint's scimitar, exploding in a brilliant flash of light and a loud BANG that, for a critical moment, plunges everything into darkness. By the time everyone has recovered their senses, the party is alone. After a few more moments, the fog cloud disappears and the darkness gradually dissipates, leaving your little dead-end corner of Goblinton free of light-hating marauders... for now!

Eleria acks and flails as the smoke comes up, her glaive stabbing and waving about in the air where the tall guy was. She coughs against the smoke, sidestepping towards a wall... But when the smoke dissipates, she blinks and looks around. Their captors are gone, and the elf frowns.
"What were those things??" she asks out loud, looking around the group. "Is anyone badly hurt? And...why aren't there any bodies?"

Gragnar flails at the fog, as if the creatures had just turned invisible, and he might still catch them. When he comes up empty handed, he lets out another bellow, this one of frustration. "'ittle quit-sneaks. Starts to be an actual fight, and dey run off!" He lets out a growl of annoyance, punching a nearby wall. He looks at the others, making sure nobody's dead, or quickly on their way there.

Mogaw blinks from under his goggles as the mist clears and the blinding lights fades. He checks to make sure notin was taken from him in the confusion and then looks about. "I have no idea. Looks like their bodies evaporate or something when they explode. At least we seem to have come out ahead in that little skirmish!"

Melon also flails at the fog, very nearly firing blindly. But she finally finishes coughing and squints at her compatriots. "Don't know that we, erm, accomplished our job, though," she adds to Mogaw with a frown.

"Shadow men," Quint offers, his answer vague and inspecific as he turns to consider the dark corners and the rooftops around them. He doesn't waste much time before coming back to the rest of the group. He ducks his head and issues quiet prayer, his shield-hand clutching a small silver pendant wrapped around the grip.

Waving the smoke away from her face, Divada sighs once the smoke dissipates. "They probably went back underground. They're dark folk. They have no love of light and they usually come around to mainly cause mischief. It's why i said to get some more light out here."

GAME: Quint rolls 2d6: (11): 11

<OOC> Quint says, "Hah. Now the dice are kind. That'll hit everyone for 11 healing."

Eleria sighs and pokes at one of the rags, peering closely at it in the dimness. "We took down two of them. If they're going to attack, they'll have to do it in smaller numbers. And we didn't lose any fighters, so yes. The war is on our side...unless they bring reinforcements."

GAME: Eleria casts Detect Poison.

<OOC> Eleria says, "Gonna take some time to search for poison bottles, poisoned weapons, etc. Something we can bring back."

You paged Quint with 'That Faerie Fire was still on one of them, btw. You saw one disappear through what looked like an abandoned shanty apartment's door, and down a rough-hewn hole in the ground.'
You paged Quint with 'You have the location for next time, in case you want to go down and drive them away!'

<OOC> Phanuel says, "You find some drips of poison on the ground, as well as good-sized quantities of the stuff in the rags of the two dead ones."

Eleria pauses and flips the rags aside, revealing a dark dagger. "Come take a look at this. Can anyone make out what poison is on this?"

GAME: Melon rolls craft/alchemy: (10)+9: 19

You paged Melon with 'This is a natural poison, albeit a particularly nasty one. From what you know of the type of fungus it was derived from, it's a toxin that primarily saps the muscles, leaving a victim powerless for later, er, victimization.'

"Oh, let me see!" Melon, ever excited when there's a /puzzle/ she can look at, scampers over to kneel down and look at the dagger. She holds it up to the light of the sunrod, shining it this way and that. "Ohh. Black Smear. Interesting. Bad stuff. Don't want to get this in your veins, nope. I mean, it's pretty much guaranteed that if there's anything on a /dagger/ you don't want it in your veins, but that aside..." She holds it up for Divada to look at. Belatedly, it occurs to her to continue: "Oh. It's a paralytic."

Quint stoops and picks up the still-glowing sunrod while the others investigate the creature's remains. He loops the thing through a thong on his belt and keeps his weapon ready -- just in case. "We should bring this information to the temples. Creatures such as these are beyond the Watch -- a Seer or Sunguard should be capable of countering their obfuscations."

Mogaw looks as they examine the dagger and the poison on it. "Ah... We should probably report to the Guild as well. Let them know how the job went. A pity we couldn't get the bigger one. But that happens I guess." He fiddles with his death ray a bit, turning some knobs and dials as he sees some of the gauges going haywire.

Gragnar, for his part, continues to sulk over the loss of his sparring partner. He sits down heavily against one of the walls, making sure that his wounds aren't likely to get any worse on their own.

"You really shouldn't prattle on, Melon. A paralytic, huh? I know a friend of mine that has a potion that would remove it." Divada says looking over to Gragnar. "You all right over there, Fisty Mcpuncherton?”

GAME: Eleria used a Wand of Cure Light Wounds.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Forgot to do that earlier."

Melon blushes and looks down, drooping a little. "I know, I know. Can't help it. It just-- all these words, and thoughts, they tangle together and it's like a great big wreck in my brain and I can't get them all out!" This is all, of course, demonstrated with flailing gestures. "And things have to be said so I can't not say them, or else they'll stopper up everything else, and then everyone looks at me funny." Frownyface.

"Gragnar," he corrects. "Da bluddy cowards ambush, blind me, jump me two on one, and right when I'm 'bout ta join da fight propa, dey nick off!" He pounds the ground. "Fight fair ya gits!"

Holding up a hand, Divada Attempts to slow Melon down. "Slow down, arrange your thoughts and try to make them as understandable as possible. Weird I know, but it's better than stammering."

Mogaw looks at Gragnar and shrugs. "Could be worse. Could've kicked ya in the nuts, too!"

Melon screws her face up, bites her lip, and seems to be in almost physical pain for a moment... before she lets out in a strained rush: "Okay." Though now she's all tense. She holsters her ray gun and reaches into her leathers to flick the switch again on her titan armor, looking to the others as she shifts from foot to foot, ready to go.

"A valiant performance, none the less." Quint assures Gragnar with a shallow nod. The scimitar twists in his grip and he slides the blade between his opposite forearm and the shield -- not an ideal resting place but one that will do until he can replace the lost scabbard. "Well done, all of you. Shall we adjourn to the guildhall?"

Eleria puts her hand over her mouth as she watches Melon, trying not to laugh, brows furrowed sympathetically. "Poor thing, you look like you're going to explode!" Eleria comes over to pat Gragnar on the shoulder. "It was a bad battle, from the beginning. We ran blindly into an ambush without pausing to think. We'll do better next time. Yes, let's return, and hopefully be better prepared in the future." She picks up the dagger, holding it up with two fingers by the handle. "Anyone have a spare sheathe?"

Gragnar shrugs. "Dat fightin' dirty, nothin' ta do with fightin' fair," he explains, marking him a very strange lawfully aligned character indeed. When it seems to be winding down, he pushes to his feet. "I need a drink."

As you all walk out towards better-lit districts, you catch a glimpse of a faintly glowing bundle of rags limping down an alleyway, turning into a doorway and disappearing. You all quickly memorize the location - that must be where the Dark Folk gained surface entry! In their haste, they must have forgotten stealth...

Cambions and Quasits

2012-02-18T05:55:09Z

Phanuel:

Players: Divada, Azog, Eleria, Melon, Rainbowbeam, Jeor

This scene was DC.

Tonight's quest, given by the Explorer's Guild, is quite perilous. Though many present tonight have successfully foiled one of the mysterious kidnappings, it's been confirmed by the wizard Divada that the perpetrators are Dretch, demons from the Abyss bound to kidnap children and helpless people from frontier houses on the edge of the Deep Woods for undoubtedly nefarious reasons. So a reward has been posted for whoever can successfully find the source of these kidnappings and bring them to justice!

The quest brings those who have accepted it to the charred remains of a farmhouse. The night is starless and dark, save for the silvery light of the full moon as it filters through the heavy clouds. The wrecked farmhouse stands, angular, twisted and dark in relief against the inky shadows of the woods. It's been several hours' journey on horseback out here, and the lack of night's light makes it all the more gloomy.

<OOC> Eleria says, "What are the rules on posing?"

<OOC> Azog says, "Usually it's free posing until the DM calls for a time stop."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Gotcha"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, free pose, do rule of three for now; big scene. I'll throw in poses when it calls for one."

<OOC> Azog says, "Rule of three?"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can pose after three other people have posed."

Eleria stays near the back of the group, the shortest member of the group pearing around the taller, more imposing folk. She narrows her angled eyes in the darkness, staying close up next giant knight, her longbow drawn and ready. The frail elf looks nervous. "That's the place? It doesn't look like much..."

Azog is riding astride his heavy warhorse, shield strapped to his arm, guiding the mount with his knees. It's not as simple as it looks, with heavy armor and a massive shield, but it's better than getting jumped and killed at unawares, and this promises to be dangerous, so he's doubly wary. Mind, it's tough to be wary with a full helm, even with the visor up, but he does his best. At least he has Darkvision, so he can see his surroundings reasonably well, moonlight or no. He'll ride at the front (unless someone else would rather), but in any event, he's there to soften the brunt of any ambush. Quietly, he replies, "Well, they're not going to hang out in crowded areas." He looks over the ground in case there are any tracks or signs that would show recent occupation.

As she arrives on horseback, Divada grumbles softly as she sees the farmhouse off of it's foundation (thank you low light vision). She sighs as she slips off of her saddle. "Dammit." She grumbles in Elven, looking around. "Gareth's not gonna be happy about this." She says softly as she looks to Azog. "Looks like I was right, as much as I hate to say it."

Melon, for her part, stays close to Divada, clutching the reins tightly. "I guess that makes sense..." The half-elf doesn't look too comfortable there, but one must help and make friends, after all.

Jeor has finaly procured a proper steed that can carry him this time but even then it doesnt bear him as easily as it would others. When the group arrives at the ruins he dismounts and unslings his shield and longsword. "I dont know, perhaps something bigger has destroyed the barn in favor of kidnapping?" Jeor raises his visor and approaches the burned barn to look for tracks or signs of what happened.

Hearthguard Rainbowbeam changed out of some of her more ceremonially functional clothes into a sort of chainmail of some kind. Shined and expertly crafted, it gleams over her shoulder, her blue doublet carrying Althea's emblem. Dark blue breeches help complete the more mobile look. The only real concession to her normal garb is her headband, her glasses, and the dog, Sunshine following foofily at her side,"Make sure to bark real loud if you smell or hear anything, okay? The big dog 'yarp's in agreement,"And then, if fighting starts, make sure you go hide, okay?" In her hands? A very big crossbow. Her bill is actually lashed to her back for a change,"A crime against hearth and home." She looks to Jeor,"What do you make of this, Sunblade?"

There are tracks, easy enough to make out even in this half-light: big clawed footprints, broken branches, even claw-marks against trees. It's clear that whatever was here got what it came for, torched the place and ran for it. Whoever or whatever it was clearly didn't seem to understand that it could be followed so easily.

<OOC> Divada says, "Can I roll knowledge nature or make some sort of check to see if they're the same type of claw print as the Dretches?"
ooc Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!"
ooc Goes for everyone.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Goes for everyone."
<OOC> Eleria says, "No dice, here."
<OOC> Divada doesn't have it, but rolls it anyways.

Eleria slides awkwardly off the saddle of her loaned horse, and she takes a moment to adjust the lay of her Hide armor on her body. As Jeor approaches the house, the red-haired elf looks nervous. She glances back to the rest of the party with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Still, taking a bracing breath, she starts to follow Jeor...

And stops when she spots those tracks. The druid hisses quietly to her companions, and kneels to get a better look. "Got something..." She follows the tracks around, touching trees that are scratched, seeking out some kind of destination. "Divada, what do you make of these?"

GAME: Divada rolls knowledge/planes: (13)+knowledge/planes: 13
page divada=You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.
You paged Divada with 'You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.'
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls knowledge/planes: (10)+knowledge/planes: 10
Rainbowbeam pages: Oops. Thought I had it. That was effectively the maximum you can get on an untrained knowledge check. :D
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'd like to roll Knowledge/Nature to see if I recognize this as something /other/ than Dretch."
GAME: Eleria rolls knowledge/nature: (18)+8: 26
ooc Go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."

Jeor drops his visor and shakes his head "Whatever it was it looks big, I think we should form up and follow on foot so we dont miss the tracks in the dark..." the halfgiant suggests but even on the ride he doesnt seem the most comfortable on his horse so that may influence his motives.
GAME: Jeor rolls knowledge/planes: (11)+knowledge/planes: 11

You paged Eleria with 'Nope, it's nothing natural that you know of. It's distinctly /unnatural/ - it doesn't belong here.'

You paged (Jeor, Rainbowbeam) with 'Well it certainly doesn't look like any natural tracks you know of.'

To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: Wonder twin powers, activate: Form of - Confused priestess!

Azog shoulders his shield to slip off the horse, then brings it around again and gets it set; pointing out the clawed footprints in case anyone missed them, he grumbles. "No idea what could have made those," he admits in heavily-accented Tradespeak, "but I'll bet a chest full of platinum that it's not going to be our friend." He'll advance with Jeor, nodding in agreement about advancing on foot. "Better footing for everyone, I think. I'm a good rider, but it's hard with a shield this large.

Melon too slides off her horse as they approach, smiling a little at the fluffy dog. But that amusement is short-lived, as the half-elf, decked out in her work leathers, pulls her goggles down over her eyes and takes her ray apparatus in hand. Her fingers flex nervously. "Alright. Tracks. Big tracks. Always fun..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, before we get to battle, I should do this..."
GAME: Rainbowbeam refreshes spells.
<OOC> Melon says, "How...do I prepare my death ray?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "It is a death ray. Just count your uses, I believe."

Rainbowbeam looks to Jeor at this,"I agree. Nothing I recognize anyway. Are you having trouble seeing? Extend your sword, or something, and I shall set it alight for you. " Her attention is already wandering, though, as she looks to her dog,"Sunshine. Do you smell anything?" Sunshine, being a large, foofy house dog... Just woofs. Probably wondering when his crazy mistress is going to give him a bone.

<OOC> Phanuel holds his pose until you guys set out. :)

Jeor keeps close to Azog as they advance but raises his visor to look over his shoulder at the others. "Stay close and report /anything/ unusual, even if you think you might be jumping at shadows... because it could be a giant killer shadow." the halfgiant says sternly before closing his visor again. "I can see in the low light well enough but if someone else needs it, it may be usefull." he says answering Rainbowbeam before getting ready to follow the tracks.

"It's the Dretches." Divada says as Eleria calls her over to look at the tracks. "After our first encounter here, I started to research them." She then looks to Jeor. "they ARE evil, Jeor. Very evil." She then looks at everyone else. "If there are more here, then we'll need to watch ourselves. Oh, and show them no mercy. Don't worry about killing them."

"These tracks are definitely unnatural, so you're probably right," Eleria says to Divada, a scowl of disgust on her face, sniffing briefly at tree bark. Nodding at the suggestion to go on foot, she points her bow at the tracks, following them with her eye off to where they disappear from sight. "Looks like whoever made these went..." Which way did they go? Still, puppy's antics does get a brief smile out of the stoic elf. "He might be hungry."

Azog grunts in agreement with Jeor and advances, his own visor up to give his Darkvision as much to work with as possible. He keeps his sword sheathed for the moment, watching the trail carefully. "I can follow it easily enough. The question is, is whatever we're following the same as what we fought before, or something different? I think perhaps it doesn't care if it's followed." He moves forward just the same, not hesitating in the face of danger, his jaw set.

Rainbowbeam looks around for a moment, looks over at Jeor, then shrugs and reaches down to tap the dog's collar. Instant Dog-torch. The dog woofs happily... and begins sniffing at Eleria when 'hungry' is mentioned. Maybe she has a treat? The dog obviously does not commonly miss meals. She begins moving her fingers through the motions of another spell, but holds onto it when it is almost through. "Lead on, on expert protectors, Sunblade." To Elaria? "Feel free to feed Sunshine. He's not picky. He's also an unapologetic glutton."
Melon turns her eyes out, and ears out, to listen closely for any shadows to jump at. She follows them, weapon in hand. "What exactly are these things that you guys...fought...before?"
Rainbowbeam pages: Holding the spell 'protection from evil'.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "The dog is now shedding light as per a torch. <_< >_>"

Looking to Melon and Eleria in turn, Divada sums it up as she starts to walk. "Think of the most disgusting, hairy and bloated bear you've ever seen, then make it ugly. Then you have a Dretch. However, they are not native to our 'plane of existence', and like to kidnap children for sport." She then looks to Jeor. "And you know I don't like things that kidnap children."
[RPOne] Divada actually....has that spell on perma-ready. XD

Eleria beams when the dog comes up to her, and she scratches vigorously behind Sunshine's ears. "Sorry, boy, I don't have anything on me. You protect us just fine, and we'll get you food when we get back, okay?" She puts her finger to her lips, before starting to shadow the bigger meatshields. Melon's question gets a baffled shrug. "I do not know," she whispers, eyes turning up to the trees around them. Divada's description gets her to frown. "What do they look like?"

"Horrid. Bears aren't meant to be ugly. How big are they? Can they climb trees?" Ohhh, that's a worrisome thought. "And...what do they do with the children?"

It's easy enough to see where they lead deeper off into the woods - from the looks of it there was more than one of these things. The tree branches hang low in the forest; the decision to make the rest of the journey on foot is a good one. The party's druid is right at home out here, slipping past thorns, brambles and low-hanging branches with natural ease. The rest of the party may not be so lucky, and the going is slow. This is untamed wilderness, after all.

The tracks connect up with other tracks at some points, as it seems there were others; the claw and foot-marks are fairly small, but long and floppy, and their step is heavy on the earth. After about a half-hour of walking, an acrid stench reaches your nostrils; the unmistakable smell of death. Those with sight in the dark can make out a cave entrance in the side of a rocky outcropping, not far from where you now stand. All of the tracks lead in and out of there. Corpses, humanoid and animal alike, are strewn about like so much refuse near the entrance... a few of them are children of various races and ages, the rest adults or animals, a couple of wolves, several deer. All of them have had their hearts ripped out of their chests, and a look of terror is frozen into their glassy eyes. The religious among the party can feel the taint of evil emanating from the cave - even the air and earth feel tainted.

As the stench reaches Melon's nose, the half-elf gags and claps a hand over her nose. "Ugh! What is...wha...oh gods." It only takes a few moments of horrified staring before she can avert her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "That's horrid," she squeaks, white-knuckling her death ray and gesturing at the nearest mangled, bloody corpse.

Azog casts a long shadow before him as the dog's collar lights up, and he shrugs. "So much for the cover of darkness," he mumbles, and now he does draw the blade at his hip. It glows faintly, much less than the torch, but anything lit can be seen forever in the dark of night. Walking without comment on into the woods until they reach the edge of the cave, he halts at that point and whispers, "Are you all ready?" Whatever he might think of the sight of the carnage, he remains silent on the issue.

Eleria gives a little squeak of distress when that smell hits her nose, and she puts a hand over her nose. "Oh, Earth Mother..." she says quietly at the sight of the corpses all around them, expression drawn tight. "This is a sick, unnatural place. Too much death..." Bringing her hand down from her mouth, the elf swallows and closes her eyes. Her silhouette in the darkness shivers as feathers sprout from the side of her head. She lets out a breath, notching her bow and peering towards the cave entrance, then back at the group, hesitantly. This is the point of no return. Also, nose.

Jeor looks around and the corpses and shakes his head "I smell some kind of ritual, keep close aim for anything that looks priestly." looking at Azog he takes a deep breath "Lets go say hello." he raises his sword and shield next to Azog, hoping to be half the wall his fellow warrior is.

Keeping mostly to the back of the pack, Divada takes a bit to actually see the cave, until everyone is right on top of it. She covers her mouth and nose so she doesn't have to smell the stench of death. "Well, you did ask what they were doing with the children." There is a growl in her voice by now, but she seems to agree with Jeor. "And say goodbye to them."

Frowny face indeed. Rainbowbeam's face is mostly livid. "Those are children... CHILDREN. Althea shall vent her motherly wrath this day and see to it that every last monster among them is slain. This I promise." She nods to Azog, then moves to stand close behind Jeor,"When the battle starts, I shall imbue you with Althea's protection, Sunblade." She lifts her voice a little more,"Don't be afraid to call out, any of you, if you are injured." She turns her concentration inward, small sparks of divine energy jumping the gap between her fingers.

Eleria snorts quietly, giving Rainbowbeam an appreciative look. "Let's provide a gift of unnatural blood to our gods tonight, sister." At the mention of getting injured, Eleria pats the healing wand stuck into her belt, making sure it's still there. "Ready." Still, she's not going to be the first to step into that nasty cave...

<OOC> Eleria says, "Scuse me a moment. Testing out +roll"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (4)+4+1: 9
Melon adds her own frowny face. "Heave ho, then," she murmurs. Though Eleria gets a little side-glance there. "Let's give 'em hell." This is the best pose ever.
<OOC> Eleria laughs!
<OOC> Melon is totally with it.
GAME: Eleria casts Aspect of the Falcon.
<OOC> Eleria says, "I should probably actually cast the spell, instead of just posing it."
<OOC> Melon says, "MEBBE"

Azog nods curtly to Rainbowbeam, but says, "You cannot expect honor from these creatures. They will give no quarter, nor ask it." He steels himself and moves forward, mumbling a few Yrch words to honor his ancestors as he proceeds into the cave. To Jeor, he simply agrees, "We shall slay them." His footsteps are heavy, his armor clanks and scrapes as the heavy plates shift with each step, but he advances steadfastly, though he does pause to leave his horse tied to a tree outside the cave.

The cave is completely dark at the entrance, and if it were not for the light of Azog's glowing weapon no one would be able to see anything - Sunshine, Rainbowbeam's faithful dog, is visibly shaken by what she sees here, and bolts away to dig a little burrow to hide in until her master returns. The entrance is steep and slick, and only wide enough for two abreast - Azog and Jeor can barely squeeze in together side by side. Though it's still possible to find your footing as you all walk down it is by no means easy or convenient.

The entrance smooths out as it nears the entrance, and the faint glow of mana-lamps can be seen in what must be the cave proper. Inside the cieling is about twenty feet tall, and every little sound seems to echo. There's a pool of water that slowly collects dripping water from the ceiling in that part, forming a calcified lip over the rock. On the other side of the cave is a desk covered in parchments, a small but comfortable-looking bed and what looks like a rough altar covered in bloody runes.

Most importantly, in the center of the room there stands a shocking creature. He stands tall, fairly well-muscled but not He-Man strong like Jeor or Azog. His skin is blue and scaled; his eyes burn red like coals and two horns grow out of his forehead. Large, bat-like wings spread out behind him. His body is dressed in robes of garish orange and there's a longsword at his belt. There's a smirk on his face as the party makes their way down. "Took you long enough," he says, his basso voice low and sinister. "Have you come to dance, little fools? I'm so glad you came - my minions are rather inefficient. I prefer to do these things myself."

As they approach the cave, Eleria lowers her bow briefly to draw a hand over her magically enhanced eyes, peering off into the dimness of the cave. She comes up behind the giant, peering around him at that desk...so she actually misses the occupant until he talks. She squeaks in surprise, jumping back a step and bringing her bow up to bear on the speaker, eyes wide and her hands trembling just a little. Eep! Scary! "Th-things?"
GAME: Eleria casts Detect Magic.
<OOC> Eleria says, "What's up?"

Rainbowbeam frowns and reaches out to put a hand on the armor at Jeor's back to release the magic into him and says to him simply,"Go get him, Sunblade. The time for Mercy has passed." She flicks her eyes to the blood-covered altar with its awful runes and blanches as she narrows her eyes trying to read it. She lifts her voice to the man in robes,"I don't suppose that you would care very much, sir, if I told you you did a horrid thing."

GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Protection From Evil.

You paged Eleria with 'There's necromantic magic everywhere - it's probably a Desecrate spell.'
Eleria pages: Good to know! Thanks!

To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: +2 deflection bonus to Ac, +2 resistance bonus to saves, and a second saving throw against effects that possess or exercise mental control, summoned evil creatures also can't touch him with natural attacks unless he attacks them first.

"There's necromantic magic everywhere," Eleria whispers to the group in those tense moments before the attack, "The demon has desecrated this whole place with evil magic," she says, acid dripping off her tongue as she says that.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "What's everyone's ac looking like?"
[RPOne] Melon says, "12, here."

Keeping towards the back, as usual, Divada shakes her head as she looks around, and growling at the horned speaker. She doesn't say anything to him, for she knew it would not listen to reason at all. However, she figured this was the source of the dretch menace.

Jeor grimaces under his helmet and grips his sword tighter "The justice of the Platinum Dragon will not be denied. It matters not what evils you have brought forth, the light of the Shining One will always find you and destroy you."

Azog walks forward into the lit chamber, and he scans around for signs of ambush as the creature greets them with a challenge. "We have come to slay you," he replies, looking back over his shoulder to Eleria and asking, "So, can we do anything about it?" But for his part, once he sees that there are no other ambushers, he'll rush forward and attack before the thing can prepare itself further.

Melon brings up the back with Divada, still clutching her nose. When the creature speaks, she jumps and fumbles on her ray gun again, until she's holding it with both hands, squeaking. This is a battle-hardened warrior, this one is.

"I cannot," Eleria whispers, "It's a magic that's beyond my power to counter. Perhaps other divine magic..." She steadies her arrow with a breath, readying herself to fire at the first sign of combat.
<OOC> Eleria readies an action.

A thin smile spreads across the demonic humanoid's features, and at the heroes' comments he laughs openly, harsh and mocking. "Oh, I'm hurt," he sneers. "You don't like my redecorating? I only tried to make the place feel a bit more... homey." His wings twitch and flap restlessly, and he rests his palm on the hilt of his longsword. When Azog rushes in his expression turns into a snarl and with a buffeting of his wings he soars up to the cieling, barking laughter down at the groundlings. "You've walked into your deaths, fools! Your pain will be LEGENDARY!"

A second later he's muttering words in an arcane tongue and gesturing; once he's done a dretch pops into existence beneath his feet. It hisses at Azog, ready to fight! At the same time, a disgusting little imp-like creature seems to leap off of the demon-man's back, flying at his side.

Combat begins!

+jinit Nyzoth/+4=
GAME: You roll initiative for Nyzoth: Roll: 3 + Bonus: = Total: 3
+jinit Quasit/+6=
GAME: You roll initiative for Quasit: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+jinit Dretch/+0=
GAME: You roll initiative for Dretch: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+init
GAME: You roll initiative: Roll: 13 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 14
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll Initiative!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 16
GAME: Eleria rolls init: (9)+3: 12
GAME: Melon rolls initiative: Roll: 1 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 3
GAME: Azog rolls initiative: Roll: 15 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 17
GAME: Divada rolls initiative: Roll: 5 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 8
<OOC> Melon says, "BEST ROLL"
<OOC> Eleria says, "WOOT WOOT!"
<OOC> Divada says, "type +init"
<OOC> Melon throws up the horns.
GAME: Jeor rolls initiative: Roll: 8 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 9
GAME: Eleria rolls initiative: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 23
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh. Okay, I'll take that one."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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8 Dretch
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay! Here's the layout: the demon-dude is flying up near the cieling. There's an imp-like being flying beside him and there's a nasty, flabby demon beneath his feet. So. Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Melon says, "How big is the room?"
<OOC> Azog says, "How high is the flying guy?"
ooc He's fifteen feet up.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "He's fifteen feet up."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'm firing my readied arrow at the demon guy, and then moving to try and find cover."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The room itself is eighty feet by eighty feet."
<OOC> Azog says, "So, too high to swing at? Is there any furniture to step up on?"
<OOC> Melon says, "Awesome gotcha"
ooc Yep, too high to swing at for now.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, too high to swing at for now."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No furniture that you can see, no."
<OOC> Divada says, "so we'll have to bring it down."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Alright, I want to move towards the altar after my shot, then."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Roll that shot!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (3)+4+1: 8
<OOC> Eleria says, "Awww"
ooc Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however."
ooc Azog! Whatcha doing?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog! Whatcha doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Excellent."
<OOC> Azog says, "Would he be hittable if I step up on the desk or altar?"
ooc Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him."
ooc There's also a dretch on the ground.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's also a dretch on the ground."
ooc The roll's going to be hard, just warning you.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The roll's going to be hard, just warning you."
(New BB message (7/6) posted to 'IC: Rumors and Gossip' by Kama'o: Balefire celebration)
<OOC> Azog says, "So, no, not possible. I'll ready an action to attack him if he gets within range of a partial charge."
ooc Not hitting the dretch? Okay.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Not hitting the dretch? Okay."
ooc Rainbow!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbow!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I cast command on the dude."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "This'll probably fail, but he needs to make a will save."
+roll d20 + 5
GAME: Phanuel rolls d20 + 5: (2)+d20+5: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He fails."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I issue the command: Fall."
<OOC> Divada dances1
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
Rainbowbeam pages: He'll drop out of the sky and remain prone for one round.
ooc K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Thanks. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "Triggering my readied action?"
ooc Azog, you can charge now, so go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog, you can charge now, so go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (19)+11: 30
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (2)+11: 13
[RPOne] Azog sighs. So much for threat city.
ooc Both hit. Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Both hit. Roll damage."
<OOC> Azog says, "One roll, and an attempt to confirm threat."
ooc Actually the second one misses.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Actually the second one misses."
<OOC> Eleria snaps fingers.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Crit town, population yoU! :D"
ooc So you don't confirm crit.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you don't confirm crit."
Rainbowbeam narrows her eyes when the man lifts out of reach of her friends with the heavy big weapons,"Oh no you don't you child-murdering bastard." She sketches a divine sigil in the air, leaving trails of light briefly, then utters the word,"FALL." Her voice reverberates with power, and the man falls from the air, dropping to the ground.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is that with his prone ac?"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Aww"
<OOC> Azog says, "Is that counting him being prone, since he fell rather than landing?"
ooc Yep, with his prone AC>
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, with his prone AC>"
<OOC> Azog says, "OK"
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, ouch! Jeor!"
Eleria pages: Your big bad might be screwed.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite then charge and power attack the prone thing."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it."
<OOC> Jeor says, "Its an evil outsider for smite purposes right?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
Azog ignores the dretch for the moment. If it's like the ones the other day, it wasn't any sort of threat to him but took a lot of effort to kill, and he really feels the need to concentrate on this creature rather than spending time wailing futilely on something that's unlikely to hurt him. And his patience pays off quickly as Rainbowbeam's command sends it tumbling. Azog is off the mark quickly, charging towards the creature and swinging his blade down, the faintly glowing steel striking the creature and injuring it.
GAME: Jeor rolls +7+1-1+3: (15)++7+1+-1+3: 25
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit. Roll damage."
GAME: Jeor rolls 1d8+5+4+2: (6)+5+4+2: 17
<OOC> Jeor says, "Bypassed all DR"
<OOC> Azog has a magic weapon, but nothing else special for bypassing DR
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite bypasses DR. :D"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "For an extraplanar creature, that should bypass it good."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, 17 damage. Now the quasit goes! It's going to fly above you all and let out a horrifying screech. Everyone roll me a will save!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "A magic weapon that is."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Eleria rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Divada rolls will: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Melon rolls will: (18)+1: 19
GAME: Jeor rolls will+2: (9)+6+2: 17
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada and the dretch now go at the same time. You all made it."
<OOC> Divada says, "huh?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You and the dretch go at the same time now, Divada. You all made your will saves."
<OOC> Divada says, "oh okie."
GAME: Azog rolls will: (13)+3: 16
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought it was because of the will save. sorry."
ooc The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas."
<OOC> Azog says, "I think I get a bonus vs fear?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You still made it. =P"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ewwww..."
ooc Everyone roll me fortitude!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll me fortitude!"
GAME: Melon rolls fort: (1)+4: 5
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (20)+3: 23
<OOC> Azog says, "Sorry, lagging. AoO"
GAME: Eleria rolls fort: (18)+4: 22
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (18)+9: 27

Jeor bounds for the prone creature and brings his shining steel down upon the demons head "By the Platinum Dragon I delcare thee guilty of murder and more. I sentence thee to death!" as he says the last word the sword plunges into the creatures shoulder, drawing blood and wetting his blade.

GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls fort: (5)+4: 9
GAME: Jeor rolls fort+2: (2)+8+2: 12
GAME: Azog rolls fort: (10)+6: 16
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, give me those AoOs, Jeor and Azog!"
GAME: Jeor rolls +7: (18)++7: 25
<OOC> Azog points up to his.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Actually I dont take mine, if thats ok."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, Jeor, Rainbowbeam, Melon, you are all now nauseated."
<OOC> Melon hrghle
ooc Roll damage Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll damage Azog!"
<OOC> Azog says, "Ah, for the guy standing up, I forgot. Oh well."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nyzoth is flat on his face. Melon! You're nauseated. :( Recap pose incoming!"
<OOC> Divada says, "you skipped me I think."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh sorry, go ahead and go!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Big scene, sorry."
<OOC> Divada says, "Scorching ray on the fleeing dretch if it's not dead and not near anyone else."
ooc It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll for it!"
<OOC> Divada says, "ranged touch."
ooc Yeah, roll for it. =P
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (3)+4: 7
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, roll for it. =P"
<OOC> Divada says, "figures."
ooc Swing and a miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
GAME: Divada refreshes spells.
<OOC> Eleria sits with Divada in the "missed my ranged attack" corner.
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.

Sticking close to the entrance, Divada walks her way away from the entrance and tries to fire a scorching ray at the fleeing dretch, despite holding her hand over her mouth to keep out the noxious fumes. She misses horribly though.

Melon isn't so good at keeping her cool against those fumes, and she claps a hand over her mouth and nose, doubling over. "Oh, gods," she utters, looking a little green around the gills.

Eleria fires off an arrow as soon as the demon flies up into the air, but it misses and she runs for cover, finding it behind the bespattered altar. Azog is only inconvenienced for a flash as Rainbowbeam's command causes the demon's wings to lock up and send him plummeting; his and Jeor's swords find purchase in his scaly flesh, running him through. At that moment the quasit screeches, causing a wave of panic to spread through the cave, but Our Heroes maintain their cool. They don't quite maintain their composure when the dretch jumps past Azog, who lops its arm off but doesn't quite kill it, and unleashes a noxious cloud of horrible fumes that has half the party reeling. A new round begins!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "The 'Stinking Cloud' remains another round. I don't need new fort saves from you, do I?"
<OOC> Eleria | This condition lasts as long as the creature is in the cloud and for 1d4+1 rounds after it leaves. (Roll separately for each nauseated character.) Any creature that succeeds on its save but remains in the cloud must continue to save each round on your turn.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Eleria! You're not actually in the cloud. >_> What are you going to do?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Hmmm... Gonna fire an arrow at the Quasit."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (17)+4+1: 22
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d8: (6): 6
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The arrow kinda scratches it. Owch."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Phooey. Stupid DR."
<OOC> Azog reads up on nauseated, I can't really do anything except get out of the cloud, yes?
<OOC> Eleria says, "yeah."
ooc Get out of the cloud, yeah.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Get out of the cloud, yeah."
<OOC> Eleria says, "For all you nauseated people, you're only allowed a move action. No swift or standard."
+roll 1d4 + 1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 + 1: (2)+1: 3
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbowbeam!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a pokemon move."

GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (6)+9: 15

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'That one spell, command, completely ruined it. >_>'
<OOC> Azog says, "Plus whatever for hitting a prone person"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they just have, like, a -4 to ac."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not a plus, it's a -4 to his AC. That misses, Az."
<OOC> Azog says, "Roger."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Just to make sure we're all on the same page: Everyone in the cloud can only see 5 feet in front of them, right? And everyone has concealment."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "... Moving out of the cloud. I'm pretty sure that's all I can do. :D"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, it's just like fog cloud."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor! Running out of the cloud?"

Azog swings at the dretch going by, purely by reflex, forgetting he was trying to hold his swing to harry the bad guy from getting up. His blade strikes true on the dretch for what that's worth, his mighty arm and long blade making for a hearty strike against the creature, though not really accomplishing what he'd hoped. Then he coughs as he gets a whiff of the scent it's releasing, coughing harder and trying not to sick up. Swinging through the hazy mist of putrescence and his own attempt at holding his bile down, Azog is unable to hit the creature.

<OOC> Jeor says, "Pretty much"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Thats me."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, Divada, you're in a cloud of smelly fog. Gonna run out and cast something?"

Jeor is blindsided by the stink of the thing, he has been in sewers and worse but the demon emits an unholy stink. All the halfgiant can do to keep from drowning in his helmet is stumbling a few feet and raising his visor to expell his breakfast.
<OOC> Divada says, "Yeah. See if I can't hit that dretch with a force missile."
GAME: Divada rolls 1d4+2: (2)+2: 4
+roll 1d100
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (72): 72
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You make it through concealment."

With a cough, and the sounds of puking, Rainbowbeam stumbles free of the cloud, eyes swimming and red,"Oh, gods.. Star Mother... please... aid me... because this really really hurts."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "However, the missile just kind of rolls off of him. :("
<OOC> Divada says, "okie."
<OOC> Divada says, "Damage resistance, huh? ugh."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Quasit is going to swoop down and try to claw at you, Divada."
+roll 1d20 +7
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 +7: (17)+7: 24
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Make me a fort save."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (1)+3: 4
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ohmy."
+roll 1d4 -1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 -1: (3)+-1: 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
<OOC> Divada sighs.
ooc You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :(
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :("
+pdamage divada=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for 2 points. 19 remaining.
+pattrdamage divada=dexterity=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's dexterity for 2 points. 2 total damage.
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought I got con damage?"
+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (16)+4: 20
+pdmscan
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Divada |DAWN_ELF|Wiz | 3 | 19 | 21 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 5 |
|Azog |ORC |Ftr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 25 | 6 | 3 | 3 |
|Jeor |GIANTBOR|Pal | 2 | 21 | 21 | 20 | 8 | 4 | 6 |
|Melon |HALF-ELF|Art | 2 | 13 | 13 | 12 | 4 | 5 | 1 |
|Rainbowbea|HUMAN |Clr | 2 | 16 | 16 | 18 | 4 | 2 | 8 |
|Eleria |WILD_ELF|Dru | 2 | 15 | 15 | 17 | 4 | 3 | 8 |

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth is going to try to get up, triggering an AoO!"
<OOC> Eleria SCOWL
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (3)+9: 12
<OOC> Azog cries.!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You just miss!"

Divada moves her way out of the cloud and throws a force missile at the last place where the dretch was. She hits it, but it seems to shrug it off. "Damn. Spell resistance."
You paged Eleria with 'All DR? Even DR that specifically says DR/something that isn't magic?'
Eleria pages: I believe so. | The numerical part of a creature's damage reduction (or DR) is the amount of damage the creature ignores from normal attacks.
Eleria pages: That tells me that only is affected by weapon attacks.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Shouldnt there be a caster level chekc involved with spell resistance or did I just miss it?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "I dunno. I can't seem to hit for anything tonight, like Azog in the last leg."
page eleria=Well, okay.
You paged Eleria with 'Well, okay.'
From afar, Eleria shrugs. "I was with you, at first. Makes sense that force effects should be limited by DR."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Wasnt it a magic missle though? Normally I wouldnt nitpick but when its a death concent scene I want every scrap I can get. :("
r1 Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "same here. At this point, I'm looking at running."
+rminit dretch
GAME: 'dretch' removed from initiative list.
[RPOne] Divada says, "oh that works."
+pdamage rainbowbeam=-5
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for -5 points. 16 remaining.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Ah nice."
[RPOne] Azog says, "Whew."
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "All corrected, all apologies."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Winner!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Now that Nyzoth is up, however, he's trying to fly up to the cieling."
ooc Do you have combat reflexes azog?
Rainbowbeam pages: DR, as a rule, only applies to weapon damage. And magic weapons also almost always bypass all types of DR unless they're damage-typed DR, like 5/slash, piercing, bludgeoning.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Do you have combat reflexes azog?"
page rainbowbeam=:nods, I was corrected.
Long distance to Rainbowbeam: Phanuel nods, I was corrected.
Rainbowbeam pages: Okay. ^_^
<OOC> Azog says, "Sadly, no."
ooc Ok, well he's back up at the cieling.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ok, well he's back up at the cieling."
<OOC> Azog says, "Though he stood up on his last action, and I took an action since them, didn't I?"
ooc You attempted to do an AoO on him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You attempted to do an AoO on him."
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh, he's standing and flying all in the same action?"
ooc :honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Phanuel honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Two move actions."
<OOC> Divada says, "Full move, hm?"
ooc Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving."
<OOC> Azog nods. "It's possible, I've just lost track." ;)
ooc OK, recap incoming.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "OK, recap incoming."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Divada says, "What about Melon?"
<OOC> Divada says, "or are we just moving her out of the cloud?"
<OOC> Eleria nods
<OOC> Melon wants to move out of the cloud!
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar's sure you're doin' fine. :3
Melon staggers backwards, and tries to turn, to run away from the noxious stench in whatever direction she can. She gags, clutching her mouth tightly, trying hard not to retch.
<OOC> Melon says, "There >.>"

Most of the party runs away from the cloud, either moving closer to Nyzoth or to either side of the cave, breaking up the tight bunching that they once had. Eleria fires off an arrow at the Quasit, which barely scratches it. Meanwhile Divada smashes the dretch into nonexistence but when Azog attempts to lay into the demon-man the uncanny monster manages to roll out of the way of the crushing blow, standing up and flying to the ceiling once again, looking haggard and dripping a foul-smelling ichor. A new round hath begun!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Because I'm being nice, the nauseated condition is gone and so is the cloud. ^_^"
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Also, picking up on some channel chatter...sounds like you have them on edge. DC scenes are a lil' rare, so it's sounding like it had the right effect. :3
You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'I'm being nice and letting them no longer be nauseated from a 'Stinking Cloud', as it has affected most of the party.'
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar nod. XD
<OOC> Azog cheers!
<OOC> Eleria says, "yay!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So, Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Is the Quasit within 30 feet? I take it it's up in Divada's face."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yup, it just scratched her really bad."
<OOC> Divada says, "yeah it did. Killing it would help me out a lot. XD"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're within 30 feet of the quasit yes."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, forgot to blow this."
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Sounds like they're working together, and worried a bit. That's awesome. I mean...we want them to be heroes. Just, a bit of edge-of-your-seat is good, darnit. X)
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Command.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Burst on the Quasit. Ranged touch attack..."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (17)+4+1: 22
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Roll it!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "He is "buffeted by winds and rain" and takes nonlethal damage, and -2 to attack for one round."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d6+1: (4)+1: 5
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sweet. Azog!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Don't you have javelins or something?"
<OOC> Azog says, "I do, but I'd have to sheathe the sword and draw the javelin and I wouldn't attack til next round."
<OOC> Azog says, "Is there another creature on the ground still up?"
<OOC> Divada says, "the quasit on me."

Eleria, still scowling from the almost nonexistent damage she did to the flying menace, cranes her head up as it attacks the wizard. Rising up just a bit behind her cover, she yells, "Earth Mother's wrath will bring you your doom, demon!" She thrusts a hand out, and a blast of wind and rain springs forth, striking the flying creature and knocking it about as it hovers in the air.

<OOC> Eleria says, "The Quasit should be within melee reach."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It is. Want to run and hit it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Yes. Can I charge?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (1)+11: 12
<OOC> Azog says, "Or, nevermind."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay. I eyeball the Quasit with my Althean 'You're grounded' stare, then cast Cause Fear on the quasit."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Will save."

Azog's perserverance is strong, staying in the cloud to try and fight the monster, but the stink is so strong that he can't fight effectively at all, swinging wildly and completely missing as the thing rises to his feet and unable to stop it as it climbs into the air. It seems to have really thrown off Azog's concentration, and he tries to recenter himself, brow furrowing in concentration, which is a lot easier as the stinky cloud dissipates. There must be some kind of airflow through the cavern. With the one creature out of reach, he'll charge the quasit, but he hasn't completely gotten past the confusion of the cloud and his charge almost winds up in disaster, pulling his swing at the last moment, his blade striking the floor with a spark.

+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (12)+4: 16
ooc What's the DC?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "What's the DC?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "16."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh, okay nvm then. He is /not/ frightened!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they're right. So unless he's got penalties... He's not."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He IS shaken, though."
<OOC> Phanuel nods, got it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor!"
Rainbowbeam finishes coughing up dinner, then straightens, wiping her mouth. She traces more glowing, silvery blue sigils in the air, chops her hand through it, and points at the Quasit,"Althea's eye be upon you! Fear, evil thing, and flee!"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Drop my sword, unlash my shield (move action) and draw heavy crossbow."
<OOC> Phanuel nods. The quasit is going to now try and leap on Azog's face!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada, what're you gonna do?"
<OOC> Divada says, "Is the quasit off of me?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes, it is and it's at -4 to everything currently more or less."
+roll 1d20 + 3
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 3: (17)+3: 20
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Miss anyway!"
<OOC> Divada says, "I take a step back and try to hit the big guy with scorching ray then."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll that ranged touch attack!"
[RPOne] Divada doubts she'll hit.
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6
<OOC> Divada sighs.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Anyone hurt significantly?"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Nope"
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.

She backs up from the quasit after she takes a rather nasty hit from the quasit. Divada then aims a scorching ray at the big winged baddie and misses horribly. 'How in the nine hells do wizards actually USE these spells?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth and Melon act at the same time! Nyzoth is calling up a twenty foot radius of cold, greasy darkness that leeches at your very souls! Roll me will saves Melon and RB!"
GAME: Melon rolls will: (6)+1: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is this ability drain, a death effect, or energy drain?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll will and I'll tell you =P"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not any of those for Eldanar, no."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Well, it'll change my roll..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (1)+8: 9
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "FOOKING DICE."
<OOC> Eleria says, "OUch"
<OOC> Divada says, "seriously."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "DERP."
+roll 2d8
GAME: Phanuel rolls 2d8: (13): 13
<OOC> Rainbowbeam healerdie.
+roll ad4
GAME: Phanuel rolls ad4: (2)+ad4: 2
+roll 1d4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4: (2): 2
ooc Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds."
<OOC> Melon says, "Whup D: 0 HP."
+pdamage melon=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for 13 points. 0 remaining.
<OOC> Eleria D:
+pdamage rainbowbeam=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for 13 points. 3 remaining.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes ahead and spends this.
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Cause Fear.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, recap time! I'll explain what happens to you in the pose, Melon."
<OOC> Melon says, "Kay~"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Would it be out of place to walk around with a loaded crossbow?! XD"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I have one at this moment, actually. Take it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "If they act at the same time, does she get an attack off before she goes down?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "She's at zero. She's staggered, not down."
[RPOne] Azog says, "I don't think it's possible. The bolt would fall out. And the bendy part would lose it's springiness."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "I have a crossbow, I just realized mine would take me a full round to load, should get a light one. XD"
<OOC> Eleria says, "True"
<OOC> Melon says, "Oh so do I get to attack?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sure, squeeze one off."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "If his damage hits you before you attack, then yes, but it'll drop you into negatives."
<OOC> Divada says, "I can get her back up, RB"
<OOC> Melon says, "Because I'm staggered?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Don't waste your stuff. I've got channel."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're disabled at 0, not staggered."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're staggered at 0 with non-lethal."
<OOC> Divada says, "all right. I should start MMing the big baddie anyways."
From afar, to (Phanuel, Whirlpool): Lahar squints. Might remind Rainbow that she has Channel Energy, though. ^^;
<OOC> Melon is confused now. What does this mean?
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Er, correct."
<OOC> Eleria says, "A standard action will deal 1 point of damage to you. A move action won't deal any damage."
<OOC> Melon says, "Ah...hrm."
<OOC> Divada says, "shoot him."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you can get off one standard action and falldowngoboom."
<OOC> Melon says, "Since it's at the same time, she'd probably shoot him. SO. How do I roll death ray?"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'm still thinking back to 3.5 when it was just staggered."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think it's just a ranged touch attack."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I think it's a ranged touch attack? So '+roll ranged'."
GAME: Melon rolls ranged: (16)+3: 19
<OOC> Divada says, "boo yeah!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Nice."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Melon woo! ... Now to figure out how to roll damage
<OOC> Divada says, "what's your damage? d4?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nice!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Damage is 1d6+intelligence."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "A hit. It's 1d6 + Int mod."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oooo"
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+int: (2)+int: 2
<OOC> Melon er
<OOC> Eleria says, "Electricity, too. So it should bypass DR."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Put in the number."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Type out intelligence."
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+4: (3)+4: 7
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "That works too!"
<OOC> Melon tries to work these newfangled commands. aggle
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Good one!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Electricity damage. Nice. ^_^"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Dayum"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You blast him with electricity, he writhes in agony and it's the last thing you see before you black out."
<OOC> Eleria says, "KHAAAAAAAAAN"
<OOC> Melon says, "Uhh, err, I think... I shot at the big guy. I'm not entirely sure what's going on right now. @_@"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Yup! And you hit him. And now you're at -1 and dying."
<OOC> Melon thump.
<OOC> Divada says, "we got her."
<OOC> Eleria says, "(You won't have to worry about what that means until your next turn. Unless we heal you first, then you won't have to worry about it at all.)"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "She'll be up on my turn."
<OOC> Melon says, "Yay <3"

Peril! In an attempt to get the quasit away from Divada, Eleria invokes the wrath of storm and buffets the flying beastie about with lashing wind and rain from out of nowhere! Meanwhile Azog attempts to charge the little thing and misses, Rainbowbeam shakes it to the core with holy power; it unsuccessfully tries to bite Azog's face, but as it is far too bewildered it does nothing of the sort. Divada's ray blasts the cave wall, loosening a couple of stalactites. Meanwhile Nyzoth unleashes unholy energies beneath the feet of Melon and Rainbowbeam, sapping the very life energies from them! The Artificer manages to raise her death ray and pummel Nyzoth with electricity, bringing him to the brink of death before she collapses. New round!

[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Should I channel, do you think, to heal myself as well, rebuke death, or just CLW?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "How badly does the demon dude seem to be hurt?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh hey, "brink of death". :B"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Blast at the big dude."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (9)+4+1: 14
[RPOne] Divada says, "I would say channel, even better if it doesn't heal big dude."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "It won't, he's too far away."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "It's selective, yeah."
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "And you have the feat, good!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh I forgot, make me two fort saves, Divada."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (7)+3: 10
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (3)+3: 6
<OOC> Eleria snaps! Running over towards the passed out Melon with my move action, pulling out my wand of CLW while I go.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam / :/ :/
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
[RPOne] Divada says, "Eleria......"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh, unless there's still an area of effect there?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Rainbowbeam has it covered."
<OOC> Divada says, "did I just lose the con points permanently?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay Div, you're taking four Dex damage."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's poison and it deals Dex damage."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Just damage, not drain."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Oh,looks like Eleria isn't on here."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Yeah, drain at low levels would be supremely nasty."
<OOC> Melon nudges Eleria onto the RPOne channel.
<OOC> Divada pokes eleria
+pattrdamage divada=Dexterity=4
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ah hah"
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's Dexterity for 4 points. 6 total damage.
[RPOne] Eleria has joined this channel.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's poison in your veins, sadly."
<OOC> Divada says, "well, that kills any sort of scorching ray attack I'm planning in the future."
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Didn't know this existed. :B"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Its in the room desc. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "We're facing one still on the ground and one flying?"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Desc? Pfffft, that would require reading! I'm too busy RPing!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "anyways, Rainbow has Melon covered."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit is within melee range."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'll treat your poison once I finish with Melon, Divada."
<OOC> Azog says, "I will swing."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Yeah, I caught that. She's still running over."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (16)+9: 25
[RPOne] Divada nodnods. "I figured you would Rainbowbeam. thank you."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit has been pwnz0rd!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo hoo!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Or immediately, I guess, if Eleria does healz."
+rminit quasit
GAME: 'quasit' removed from initiative list.
ooc RB!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Gonna try to get everyone with this channel?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Eleria, did you actually heal anyone, or just run up?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "And yeah. Everybody but the dude."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nah, my actions are used up for the turn. Rainbow will be getting her channel off before I can heal."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Teensy sucky channel."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 1d6: (1): 1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Hate."
+pdamage divada=-1
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for -1 points. 20 remaining.
+pdamage melon=-1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Well, Melon. You're awake."
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for -1 points. 1 remaining.
[RPOne] Divada says, "well, you stabilized Melon. XD"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, you're automatically back up to 1! Up and at 'em!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada!"
Azog has managed to regain his concentration even as his allies are going down. He looks at the fellow flying, but there's a quasit close at hand, and he makes a command decision, take out one of the combatants, that's less they can do. He strikes at the creature with is faintly glowing blade, and his aim is true this time, he catches the creature as it moves and cuts it open, driving it to the ground with the force of his blow.
<OOC> Divada says, "Maggic missile big guy."
<OOC> Melon says, "Wasn't I at -1 though?"
<OOC> Melon says, "So now I should be at 0?"
<OOC> Divada says, "test"
GAME: Divada rolls 2d4+3: (4)+3: 7
ooc Ding dong! He's dead!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ding dong! He's dead!"

Clutching at her Leg as she staggers back, Divada grits her teeth, but shakes her head and grins at the devil like guy. "Bellifix arcanum!" She cries out and throws two blue bolts at the thing, striking it in the chest hard.......

... and he falls to the ground with a horrible roar and a sickening thud. When he looks up, however, he smiles. With the last life left in him, he manages to croak out the words, "CLONED. KILL... YOU ALL!" before he expires.

[RPOne] Eleria says, "Hoo boy, that doesn't sound good."
[RPOne] Divada says, "cloned.....well then."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Crap. Clones."
[RPOne] Divada goes to find Commander Cody and Captain Rex.
[RPOne] Azog says, "Would a monster who gets ganked by a level 2-5 party really have a clone?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Maybe if the DM wants a recurring villain."
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Maybe he's not calling a clone of himself."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Maybe that /was/ the clone :O"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Someone else could have performed it on him. Or it's a bluff!"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Maybe it's a mistranslation? Or a bluff, yeah. True, someone else could have performed it. But it'd be a huge expense, yes?"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he's got a patron. In any case he won't actually know what happened as the clone was made before he died."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Maybe we just caught him on a bad day and he was coughing up blood, so what he said was: "I'm too stoned for this." But we heard "Cloned" from all the burbling."
[RPOne] Azog says, "That's entirely reasonable. Both explantions. ;)"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Perhaps XD"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he just wants you to live in fear of his return when he's probably going to be flambe'd in the Abyss for all eternity now."

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'The truth is he's got a demonic patron who wants to use him to summon demons to the material plane, so he's got him a battery of clones.'

Azog looks around to survey the scene as the last bad guys drop. He's mildly chagrinned that he didn't get to face down the boss monster - both his own failure to take it out while it was on the ground, and the inability to get into the air to combat it. He'll have to do something about it. He could have tossed his blade aside to use the javelins, but he's not so eager to cast the weapon aside. At the dying threat, Azog simply retorts, "Bring it, foul creature. And you will face the same end as today."

GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls heal: (8)+12: 20
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "That's a treat-poison roll. <_< >_>"
<OOC> Phanuel goes ahead and heals all the ability damages. Bedrest will fix it, though you might be wobbly for a while, Divada.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon, you got a face full of negative energy. That hurt, but you'll be okay."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Go ahead and heal their hp? I'll blow the rest of my channeling."
<OOC> Melon owie ;-;
<OOC> Divada says, "wobbly is better than getting multiple concussions. *stares at Whirlpool*"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a party!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 4d6: (16): 16
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Everyone heals... that much. :D"

Melon slowly forces herself up to sitting, still loosely clutching her ray gun. "Diwegillit?" she slurs, goggles askew. She looks over at the druid sitting next to her, for confirmation.

And like that, the man is dead,"Bastard got what he deserved. OKAY. Injured? Form a queue and I'll get you all up and running." She raises her hand and with a deep breath, clenches her fist, as a wave of energy cascades from her, pulsing multiple times,"Althea, lay your comforting hands upon your children! They are in need of your tender mercies!" And then? Rainbow eyes Divada, pulling a case of some sort from her belongings. She shoves a handful of leaves at Divada and orders,"Chew this child, and don't stop until the fatigued feeling leaves you."

Eleria rushes over to Melon when she falls, pulling out her wand...only to have the Artificer come back to life in a surge of positive energy. The druid blinks, and gives a sigh of relief, looking up just in time to see the creature fall from the ceiling. "Yes, we killed it. ...I think." She relaxes...and is right back to tense at that threat, standing with her bow strung again. ... Nope, nothing.

Frowning, the short druid walks over to the corpse and, just for good measure, fires an arrow directly into its throat. Can't be too careful. "Will everyone be alright? Anyone seriously hurt?"
Jeor look at the others but sees that medical attention is being delivered, so he gathers all his weapons and straps them back in place. "We should see to the dead..." solemnly he walks to the entrance of the cave and looks for anything to use as a shovel.

Wobbling her way back up to her feet, Divada smiles to Rainbowbeam. "Thank you." She says softly to the priestess as she looks to Melon as she gets up. "That was almost as bad as Lady Primrose passing gas." She then shakes her head as she looks at the corpse of the demon-like thing. "I think I'm gonna have to find out what that thing was.......after a bit of rest of course." She then starts to say something else as rainbowbeam shoves some leaves into her mouth. "Mmf fooo" She's able to get out as she chews.......

Melon just stays where she is, though at Eleria's question, she lifts a hand. "I feel like death warmed over. Does that count?" Yeah she's not looking /so/ great at only a sliver of oomph left to her.

"You can leave the burying of bodies to me, friends," Eleria says, strapping her longbow to her body again, and heading over towards the altar to give it a good look. "Everyone here looks exhausted...and come morning, Earth Mother will give me the spells to put these all to rest. Unless someone would like to perform death rites?"

<OOC> Phanuel bows, I'm glad you had fun!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "A consecrate will counter the 'desecrate' in the area."

Azog sees that his compatriots are being seen to, and since there seems not to be any immediate threats, he shoulders his shield and pulls out a rag, cleaning his blade carefully. He looks around at the carnage here, and nods to the others about finding out what that was. As far as the dead go, he says, "We can arrange them, perhaps, but we need to find their next of kin before we bury them."

Melon blinks and rubs her head fuzzily as her condition improves. Casting about, she nods to the cleric. "Thank you kindly. Much appreciated. Umm...I'm not one for death rites or anything, and I'm new to town... Erm." She shrugs.

<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes to give last rights...
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ahh, gotcha. Well that's up to you guys - the dead aren't going to do anything that requires a DM."

Rainbowbeam the woman nods solemnly to her patients,"It's Althea's will that her children prosper. If you would thank me, do good works or offer at the donation box." And that said, she turns and moves towards the mouth of the cave, already pulling her pendant out to chant death rites for the murdered creatures. Her face has a pale, stony quality to it.

Jeor looks at the bodies and shakes his head "If we leave them they will rot and be eaten by animals, we could maybe try and carry them back maybe..." Jeor looks at the bodies and ponders. "Regardless I dont want to see these bodies desecrated any more than they have been already."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Anything notable about the altar?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, it's covered in blood and soot. You also notice a residual aura of magic about it, conjuration maybe."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think the paladin should smash it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Not good..."
<OOC> Jeor says, "I could"
<OOC> Divada says, "oh yeah. Divada would even encourage it."

"Scavengers are easy to keep away," Eleria adds distractedly, kneeling down before the altar and peering closely at it. She blinks. "Divada, would you please come over here and tell me what you think of this? This altar's magic aura isn't necromantic.."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with spellcraft, roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls spellcraft: (20)+5: 25
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls spellcraft: (14)+6: 20
GAME: Divada rolls spellcraft: (7)+10: 17
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Eleria crits!"
GAME: Melon rolls spellcraft: (18)+9: 27
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon gets higher though!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nice!"

You paged Melon with 'Well, from the way these runes are arranged... oh. Oh no. This is an altar used in some blacker circles of magic to send souls straight to the Abyss.'

Azog nods at what Jeor says, but ... It's still night, and it's a huge disgusting mess, and Azog says, "Animals eating dead bodies they find is in keeping with nature. Though they're not likely to come right away in any event." Looking at the altar, he considers and watches the others frowning at it. "Ah, right, we ought to smash it, yes?"

Jeor nods to Azog "It is a mess but I wont leave until it is dealt with... however we can deal with the altar first." the halfgiant walks into the cave and looks dwon at the alter with a furrowed brow "So... smash it huh?"

Out of sheer curiosity, Melon heads over the the altar, head canted thoughtfully. She leans in and inspects, and moves around it, and squints at the runes, and... "Oohhh. Okay, that makes sense. Not /Good/ sense... Well, I mean, good sense but not.../Good/. Hmm. Hmmmm." She straightens and looks up at Jeor. "Yep, probably a good idea. Smash it. Yep."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Any magical writing on the altar?"
ooc Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal."
<OOC> Jeor says, "Is a 25 str check sufficient to smash it to pieces?"
ooc Yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
<OOC> Divada says, "what about Linguist?"

"Don't worry about any animals eating the bodies," Eleria says louder, turning to glance at Azog, "I can keep them away for tonight. I would like to claim the animal, however. They should be taken away from this place, cleansed, and left for the living creatures to feed on." As the two brutes come over, her eyes widen. "Aren't you at all curious what it was being used for? Smashing it might release some powerful magic!"

Rainbowbeam calls over her shoulder as she exits the cave,"Not even a little!"

<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "<3"
<OOC> Eleria snrk!
<OOC> Divada says, "Phanuel? Would Linguist work in translating?"
ooc You can try it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can try it."
From afar, Divada also knows Celestial....maybe the alphabet is similar.

You paged Divada with 'I doubt they're very similar, but you can give it a go.'
<OOC> Melon says, "Can I roll something to see if I know if smashing it will release stuff? Like... *checks sheet*"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with detect magic shows that there's no magic in the altar itself, just residual traces of some other magic."

GAME: Divada rolls linguistics: (14)+9: 23

You paged Divada with 'From what you can make out, the syllables put together mention something like 'unto the Abyss' or something like that.'
You paged Divada with 'Then consider that the hearts of the victims were all taken out, and there's lots of soot and burned blood all over the altar...'
Divada pages: that's all, huh?

Azog shrugs about doing anything with the animals. He hadn't been thinking about that at all, shrugging ambivalently to Eleria as far as her plans go. He raises no onjection. As far as being curious what it was used for, he says, "It was being used for evil. I don't need magic to tell me that." He searches around for some suitable tool for smashing, though, since he doesn't normally carry something like a maul, which would be very useful about now.

Jeor hrms "We cannot leave it, it is too dangerous. " the halfgiant looks to the others "Copy the symbols if need be but I wont leave this in one piece."

"Oh, well, I don't think it'll release anything. The way this was used, I don't think it stored anything. Could be wrong, though..." Melon leans in and scrutinizes a little more, then shrugs and steps out of the way. "Be my guest," the half-elf beams, gesturing.

"This was definitely for a very dark ritual. Smash it." Divada says openly. "The Symbols are definitely not celestial. I'm guessing Abyssal. Unto the Abyss......" She says softly and turns away. "Smash it....."

"Oh, of course we won't be leaving it! That would insane! Although..." Running her hand over the altar, Eleria peers thoughtfully at it. "Hmmm...what does it mean when this aura just /used/ to be there? The magic is lingering, but not active."

Melon makes her statement, and the druid eyes the altar a bit longer, worriedly...then shrugs and stands up, stepping away and giving the brutes plenty of room to swing. She looks to the artificer curiously, "What did you deduce from it?"

Jeor nods the others, casually walks up to the altar and drops his fist down upon it, smashing it into hundreds of pieces that fly out in every direction. Standing he brushes off his tabbard "We cannot suffer evil to continue, this was the best way."

<OOC> Jeor uses his racial to take 20 on a str check. :D
<OOC> Phanuel nods! So be it!

Melon blinks owlishly, and looks over to Eleria. "Hm? Oh, it was used to send souls straight into the Abyss. That's--oh!" Her arm goes up to shield herself from the chips and chunks, eyes squeezed closed.

Azog looks up as the half-giant simply smashes the altar with brute force. A few pebbles *dink* off his armor plate, but he nods in agreement with Jeor's statement. "I don't guess this creature had any loot?" he says speculatively. "Well, we'll stack up the dead neatly for their relatives, then we can take a look." Melon's comment draws a wince, but it only makes him more pleased to see the thing smashed.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Don't outsiders up and disappear after they die?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit and dretch disappeared, yes."

Looking to Azog, Divada snickers a bit. "Sometimes, Azog, You have to do what's right. Not for gold, but because it's right." She says patting his shoulder. "Maybe there is something here, but let's leave this decrepid place." She then looks to Melon. 'Melon? Can you collapse the cave when we leave?"

<OOC> Phanuel notes there was a reward back at the Guild for whoever was responsible.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Also, you guys never looted his body."
<OOC> Divada says, "the big guy?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep."
<OOC> Azog says, "Cool. ;) And, well, he disappeared, so..."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No, he didn't."
<OOC> Divada says, "does he have anything we can use?"
<OOC> Divada says, "well....how about we loot it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh. Definitely loot, then. Staff generally does that after the fact, yes?"
<OOC> Divada says, "we can take it all and sell it."

Eleria's eyes widen at Melon, though she flinches away from the spray of rock, putting her hands up. She spits out bits of stone. "Mother's Grace...that's horrid! But not surprising." She watches the smashed altar for a few more moments, waiting to see if any evil souls come pouring out...and lets out a sigh of relief when nothing seems to happen. She frowns over at the demon's corpse. "I would hate to have any animals try to feast on that wicked flesh--a cave-in? Ohhh, that's a good idea..." She looks up at the ceiling, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'About their loot, what should I give them? I know we had Nyzoth's spellbook and he had a +1 longsword, but other than that I didn't really think of anything.'

Azog shrugs to Divada, but says, "We have won. The honor and spoils are due to us." He'll go over, himself, to see if there's anything salvagable or valuable in the body, and in the remains of the altar. Or the desk and the bed. Those seem like places for valuables.

Melon blinks again, this time at Divada. "Cave in? Umm... I can shoot the ceiling with my ray apparatus, I guess. Otherwise, I can...run really fast or dazzle it with pretty colors. ... 's all I have prepared on me tonight." She shrugs apologetically, offering a sheepish smile.

Jeor moves beside Eleria and looks up at the ceiling as well "The blood of giants flows in my veins... perhaps I can help with this endeavor?" he offers with a weak smile.

Azog snorts about destroying the cave, itself, and says, "What's the point of ruining this place? It's a cave. We've vanquished the evil here. Tomorrow, bears will move in, perhaps. Or bandits. And if it's bandits, we can /fight them/, too. Is there honor in smashing a cave? I don't see it."

"It was mainly to keep another group from defiling this place further, Azog." Divada says softly as she walks gingerly out of the cave.

Eleria smiles brightly right back at Jeor. "While that would be very amusing to see... I don't think destruction will save us. There's nothing inherently evil about this cave, and it would serve us better to have it cleansed than destroyed." She nods at Azog. "A very good point. Let's leave the altar in pieces, but leave the cave for some animal to settle in, and give it good purpose."

Melon kicks at the floor a little, and shrugs. "Good enough for me! I'm ready to get out of this place, though; gives me the heebies." Hooking her ray gun to her hip again, she shrugs her shoulders uncomfortably and follows people out of the cave, rubbing her arms a bit. Eesh.

Azog nods at what Eleria says, and to Divada, he counters, "You could say that of the whole world. Will you destroy it so no one can defile it?" He shakes his head.

Cambions and Quasits

2012-02-18T05:54:21Z

Phanuel: This PrP scene was death-consent. A party of adventurers slays a cambion and his minions!

Tonight's quest, given by the Explorer's Guild, is quite perilous. Though many present tonight have successfully foiled one of the mysterious kidnappings, it's been confirmed by the wizard Divada that the perpetrators are Dretch, demons from the Abyss bound to kidnap children and helpless people from frontier houses on the edge of the Deep Woods for undoubtedly nefarious reasons. So a reward has been posted for whoever can successfully find the source of these kidnappings and bring them to justice!

The quest brings those who have accepted it to the charred remains of a farmhouse. The night is starless and dark, save for the silvery light of the full moon as it filters through the heavy clouds. The wrecked farmhouse stands, angular, twisted and dark in relief against the inky shadows of the woods. It's been several hours' journey on horseback out here, and the lack of night's light makes it all the more gloomy.

<OOC> Eleria says, "What are the rules on posing?"

<OOC> Azog says, "Usually it's free posing until the DM calls for a time stop."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Gotcha"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, free pose, do rule of three for now; big scene. I'll throw in poses when it calls for one."

<OOC> Azog says, "Rule of three?"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can pose after three other people have posed."

Eleria stays near the back of the group, the shortest member of the group pearing around the taller, more imposing folk. She narrows her angled eyes in the darkness, staying close up next giant knight, her longbow drawn and ready. The frail elf looks nervous. "That's the place? It doesn't look like much..."

Azog is riding astride his heavy warhorse, shield strapped to his arm, guiding the mount with his knees. It's not as simple as it looks, with heavy armor and a massive shield, but it's better than getting jumped and killed at unawares, and this promises to be dangerous, so he's doubly wary. Mind, it's tough to be wary with a full helm, even with the visor up, but he does his best. At least he has Darkvision, so he can see his surroundings reasonably well, moonlight or no. He'll ride at the front (unless someone else would rather), but in any event, he's there to soften the brunt of any ambush. Quietly, he replies, "Well, they're not going to hang out in crowded areas." He looks over the ground in case there are any tracks or signs that would show recent occupation.

As she arrives on horseback, Divada grumbles softly as she sees the farmhouse off of it's foundation (thank you low light vision). She sighs as she slips off of her saddle. "Dammit." She grumbles in Elven, looking around. "Gareth's not gonna be happy about this." She says softly as she looks to Azog. "Looks like I was right, as much as I hate to say it."

Melon, for her part, stays close to Divada, clutching the reins tightly. "I guess that makes sense..." The half-elf doesn't look too comfortable there, but one must help and make friends, after all.

Jeor has finaly procured a proper steed that can carry him this time but even then it doesnt bear him as easily as it would others. When the group arrives at the ruins he dismounts and unslings his shield and longsword. "I dont know, perhaps something bigger has destroyed the barn in favor of kidnapping?" Jeor raises his visor and approaches the burned barn to look for tracks or signs of what happened.

Hearthguard Rainbowbeam changed out of some of her more ceremonially functional clothes into a sort of chainmail of some kind. Shined and expertly crafted, it gleams over her shoulder, her blue doublet carrying Althea's emblem. Dark blue breeches help complete the more mobile look. The only real concession to her normal garb is her headband, her glasses, and the dog, Sunshine following foofily at her side,"Make sure to bark real loud if you smell or hear anything, okay? The big dog 'yarp's in agreement,"And then, if fighting starts, make sure you go hide, okay?" In her hands? A very big crossbow. Her bill is actually lashed to her back for a change,"A crime against hearth and home." She looks to Jeor,"What do you make of this, Sunblade?"

There are tracks, easy enough to make out even in this half-light: big clawed footprints, broken branches, even claw-marks against trees. It's clear that whatever was here got what it came for, torched the place and ran for it. Whoever or whatever it was clearly didn't seem to understand that it could be followed so easily.

<OOC> Divada says, "Can I roll knowledge nature or make some sort of check to see if they're the same type of claw print as the Dretches?"
ooc Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!"
ooc Goes for everyone.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Goes for everyone."
<OOC> Eleria says, "No dice, here."
<OOC> Divada doesn't have it, but rolls it anyways.

Eleria slides awkwardly off the saddle of her loaned horse, and she takes a moment to adjust the lay of her Hide armor on her body. As Jeor approaches the house, the red-haired elf looks nervous. She glances back to the rest of the party with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Still, taking a bracing breath, she starts to follow Jeor...

And stops when she spots those tracks. The druid hisses quietly to her companions, and kneels to get a better look. "Got something..." She follows the tracks around, touching trees that are scratched, seeking out some kind of destination. "Divada, what do you make of these?"

GAME: Divada rolls knowledge/planes: (13)+knowledge/planes: 13
page divada=You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.
You paged Divada with 'You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.'
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls knowledge/planes: (10)+knowledge/planes: 10
Rainbowbeam pages: Oops. Thought I had it. That was effectively the maximum you can get on an untrained knowledge check. :D
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'd like to roll Knowledge/Nature to see if I recognize this as something /other/ than Dretch."
GAME: Eleria rolls knowledge/nature: (18)+8: 26
ooc Go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."

Jeor drops his visor and shakes his head "Whatever it was it looks big, I think we should form up and follow on foot so we dont miss the tracks in the dark..." the halfgiant suggests but even on the ride he doesnt seem the most comfortable on his horse so that may influence his motives.
GAME: Jeor rolls knowledge/planes: (11)+knowledge/planes: 11

You paged Eleria with 'Nope, it's nothing natural that you know of. It's distinctly /unnatural/ - it doesn't belong here.'

You paged (Jeor, Rainbowbeam) with 'Well it certainly doesn't look like any natural tracks you know of.'

To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: Wonder twin powers, activate: Form of - Confused priestess!

Azog shoulders his shield to slip off the horse, then brings it around again and gets it set; pointing out the clawed footprints in case anyone missed them, he grumbles. "No idea what could have made those," he admits in heavily-accented Tradespeak, "but I'll bet a chest full of platinum that it's not going to be our friend." He'll advance with Jeor, nodding in agreement about advancing on foot. "Better footing for everyone, I think. I'm a good rider, but it's hard with a shield this large.

Melon too slides off her horse as they approach, smiling a little at the fluffy dog. But that amusement is short-lived, as the half-elf, decked out in her work leathers, pulls her goggles down over her eyes and takes her ray apparatus in hand. Her fingers flex nervously. "Alright. Tracks. Big tracks. Always fun..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, before we get to battle, I should do this..."
GAME: Rainbowbeam refreshes spells.
<OOC> Melon says, "How...do I prepare my death ray?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "It is a death ray. Just count your uses, I believe."

Rainbowbeam looks to Jeor at this,"I agree. Nothing I recognize anyway. Are you having trouble seeing? Extend your sword, or something, and I shall set it alight for you. " Her attention is already wandering, though, as she looks to her dog,"Sunshine. Do you smell anything?" Sunshine, being a large, foofy house dog... Just woofs. Probably wondering when his crazy mistress is going to give him a bone.

<OOC> Phanuel holds his pose until you guys set out. :)

Jeor keeps close to Azog as they advance but raises his visor to look over his shoulder at the others. "Stay close and report /anything/ unusual, even if you think you might be jumping at shadows... because it could be a giant killer shadow." the halfgiant says sternly before closing his visor again. "I can see in the low light well enough but if someone else needs it, it may be usefull." he says answering Rainbowbeam before getting ready to follow the tracks.

"It's the Dretches." Divada says as Eleria calls her over to look at the tracks. "After our first encounter here, I started to research them." She then looks to Jeor. "they ARE evil, Jeor. Very evil." She then looks at everyone else. "If there are more here, then we'll need to watch ourselves. Oh, and show them no mercy. Don't worry about killing them."

"These tracks are definitely unnatural, so you're probably right," Eleria says to Divada, a scowl of disgust on her face, sniffing briefly at tree bark. Nodding at the suggestion to go on foot, she points her bow at the tracks, following them with her eye off to where they disappear from sight. "Looks like whoever made these went..." Which way did they go? Still, puppy's antics does get a brief smile out of the stoic elf. "He might be hungry."

Azog grunts in agreement with Jeor and advances, his own visor up to give his Darkvision as much to work with as possible. He keeps his sword sheathed for the moment, watching the trail carefully. "I can follow it easily enough. The question is, is whatever we're following the same as what we fought before, or something different? I think perhaps it doesn't care if it's followed." He moves forward just the same, not hesitating in the face of danger, his jaw set.

Rainbowbeam looks around for a moment, looks over at Jeor, then shrugs and reaches down to tap the dog's collar. Instant Dog-torch. The dog woofs happily... and begins sniffing at Eleria when 'hungry' is mentioned. Maybe she has a treat? The dog obviously does not commonly miss meals. She begins moving her fingers through the motions of another spell, but holds onto it when it is almost through. "Lead on, on expert protectors, Sunblade." To Elaria? "Feel free to feed Sunshine. He's not picky. He's also an unapologetic glutton."
Melon turns her eyes out, and ears out, to listen closely for any shadows to jump at. She follows them, weapon in hand. "What exactly are these things that you guys...fought...before?"
Rainbowbeam pages: Holding the spell 'protection from evil'.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "The dog is now shedding light as per a torch. <_< >_>"

Looking to Melon and Eleria in turn, Divada sums it up as she starts to walk. "Think of the most disgusting, hairy and bloated bear you've ever seen, then make it ugly. Then you have a Dretch. However, they are not native to our 'plane of existence', and like to kidnap children for sport." She then looks to Jeor. "And you know I don't like things that kidnap children."
[RPOne] Divada actually....has that spell on perma-ready. XD

Eleria beams when the dog comes up to her, and she scratches vigorously behind Sunshine's ears. "Sorry, boy, I don't have anything on me. You protect us just fine, and we'll get you food when we get back, okay?" She puts her finger to her lips, before starting to shadow the bigger meatshields. Melon's question gets a baffled shrug. "I do not know," she whispers, eyes turning up to the trees around them. Divada's description gets her to frown. "What do they look like?"

"Horrid. Bears aren't meant to be ugly. How big are they? Can they climb trees?" Ohhh, that's a worrisome thought. "And...what do they do with the children?"

It's easy enough to see where they lead deeper off into the woods - from the looks of it there was more than one of these things. The tree branches hang low in the forest; the decision to make the rest of the journey on foot is a good one. The party's druid is right at home out here, slipping past thorns, brambles and low-hanging branches with natural ease. The rest of the party may not be so lucky, and the going is slow. This is untamed wilderness, after all.

The tracks connect up with other tracks at some points, as it seems there were others; the claw and foot-marks are fairly small, but long and floppy, and their step is heavy on the earth. After about a half-hour of walking, an acrid stench reaches your nostrils; the unmistakable smell of death. Those with sight in the dark can make out a cave entrance in the side of a rocky outcropping, not far from where you now stand. All of the tracks lead in and out of there. Corpses, humanoid and animal alike, are strewn about like so much refuse near the entrance... a few of them are children of various races and ages, the rest adults or animals, a couple of wolves, several deer. All of them have had their hearts ripped out of their chests, and a look of terror is frozen into their glassy eyes. The religious among the party can feel the taint of evil emanating from the cave - even the air and earth feel tainted.

As the stench reaches Melon's nose, the half-elf gags and claps a hand over her nose. "Ugh! What is...wha...oh gods." It only takes a few moments of horrified staring before she can avert her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "That's horrid," she squeaks, white-knuckling her death ray and gesturing at the nearest mangled, bloody corpse.

Azog casts a long shadow before him as the dog's collar lights up, and he shrugs. "So much for the cover of darkness," he mumbles, and now he does draw the blade at his hip. It glows faintly, much less than the torch, but anything lit can be seen forever in the dark of night. Walking without comment on into the woods until they reach the edge of the cave, he halts at that point and whispers, "Are you all ready?" Whatever he might think of the sight of the carnage, he remains silent on the issue.

Eleria gives a little squeak of distress when that smell hits her nose, and she puts a hand over her nose. "Oh, Earth Mother..." she says quietly at the sight of the corpses all around them, expression drawn tight. "This is a sick, unnatural place. Too much death..." Bringing her hand down from her mouth, the elf swallows and closes her eyes. Her silhouette in the darkness shivers as feathers sprout from the side of her head. She lets out a breath, notching her bow and peering towards the cave entrance, then back at the group, hesitantly. This is the point of no return. Also, nose.

Jeor looks around and the corpses and shakes his head "I smell some kind of ritual, keep close aim for anything that looks priestly." looking at Azog he takes a deep breath "Lets go say hello." he raises his sword and shield next to Azog, hoping to be half the wall his fellow warrior is.

Keeping mostly to the back of the pack, Divada takes a bit to actually see the cave, until everyone is right on top of it. She covers her mouth and nose so she doesn't have to smell the stench of death. "Well, you did ask what they were doing with the children." There is a growl in her voice by now, but she seems to agree with Jeor. "And say goodbye to them."

Frowny face indeed. Rainbowbeam's face is mostly livid. "Those are children... CHILDREN. Althea shall vent her motherly wrath this day and see to it that every last monster among them is slain. This I promise." She nods to Azog, then moves to stand close behind Jeor,"When the battle starts, I shall imbue you with Althea's protection, Sunblade." She lifts her voice a little more,"Don't be afraid to call out, any of you, if you are injured." She turns her concentration inward, small sparks of divine energy jumping the gap between her fingers.

Eleria snorts quietly, giving Rainbowbeam an appreciative look. "Let's provide a gift of unnatural blood to our gods tonight, sister." At the mention of getting injured, Eleria pats the healing wand stuck into her belt, making sure it's still there. "Ready." Still, she's not going to be the first to step into that nasty cave...

<OOC> Eleria says, "Scuse me a moment. Testing out +roll"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (4)+4+1: 9
Melon adds her own frowny face. "Heave ho, then," she murmurs. Though Eleria gets a little side-glance there. "Let's give 'em hell." This is the best pose ever.
<OOC> Eleria laughs!
<OOC> Melon is totally with it.
GAME: Eleria casts Aspect of the Falcon.
<OOC> Eleria says, "I should probably actually cast the spell, instead of just posing it."
<OOC> Melon says, "MEBBE"

Azog nods curtly to Rainbowbeam, but says, "You cannot expect honor from these creatures. They will give no quarter, nor ask it." He steels himself and moves forward, mumbling a few Yrch words to honor his ancestors as he proceeds into the cave. To Jeor, he simply agrees, "We shall slay them." His footsteps are heavy, his armor clanks and scrapes as the heavy plates shift with each step, but he advances steadfastly, though he does pause to leave his horse tied to a tree outside the cave.

The cave is completely dark at the entrance, and if it were not for the light of Azog's glowing weapon no one would be able to see anything - Sunshine, Rainbowbeam's faithful dog, is visibly shaken by what she sees here, and bolts away to dig a little burrow to hide in until her master returns. The entrance is steep and slick, and only wide enough for two abreast - Azog and Jeor can barely squeeze in together side by side. Though it's still possible to find your footing as you all walk down it is by no means easy or convenient.

The entrance smooths out as it nears the entrance, and the faint glow of mana-lamps can be seen in what must be the cave proper. Inside the cieling is about twenty feet tall, and every little sound seems to echo. There's a pool of water that slowly collects dripping water from the ceiling in that part, forming a calcified lip over the rock. On the other side of the cave is a desk covered in parchments, a small but comfortable-looking bed and what looks like a rough altar covered in bloody runes.

Most importantly, in the center of the room there stands a shocking creature. He stands tall, fairly well-muscled but not He-Man strong like Jeor or Azog. His skin is blue and scaled; his eyes burn red like coals and two horns grow out of his forehead. Large, bat-like wings spread out behind him. His body is dressed in robes of garish orange and there's a longsword at his belt. There's a smirk on his face as the party makes their way down. "Took you long enough," he says, his basso voice low and sinister. "Have you come to dance, little fools? I'm so glad you came - my minions are rather inefficient. I prefer to do these things myself."

As they approach the cave, Eleria lowers her bow briefly to draw a hand over her magically enhanced eyes, peering off into the dimness of the cave. She comes up behind the giant, peering around him at that desk...so she actually misses the occupant until he talks. She squeaks in surprise, jumping back a step and bringing her bow up to bear on the speaker, eyes wide and her hands trembling just a little. Eep! Scary! "Th-things?"
GAME: Eleria casts Detect Magic.
<OOC> Eleria says, "What's up?"

Rainbowbeam frowns and reaches out to put a hand on the armor at Jeor's back to release the magic into him and says to him simply,"Go get him, Sunblade. The time for Mercy has passed." She flicks her eyes to the blood-covered altar with its awful runes and blanches as she narrows her eyes trying to read it. She lifts her voice to the man in robes,"I don't suppose that you would care very much, sir, if I told you you did a horrid thing."

GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Protection From Evil.

You paged Eleria with 'There's necromantic magic everywhere - it's probably a Desecrate spell.'
Eleria pages: Good to know! Thanks!

To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: +2 deflection bonus to Ac, +2 resistance bonus to saves, and a second saving throw against effects that possess or exercise mental control, summoned evil creatures also can't touch him with natural attacks unless he attacks them first.

"There's necromantic magic everywhere," Eleria whispers to the group in those tense moments before the attack, "The demon has desecrated this whole place with evil magic," she says, acid dripping off her tongue as she says that.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "What's everyone's ac looking like?"
[RPOne] Melon says, "12, here."

Keeping towards the back, as usual, Divada shakes her head as she looks around, and growling at the horned speaker. She doesn't say anything to him, for she knew it would not listen to reason at all. However, she figured this was the source of the dretch menace.

Jeor grimaces under his helmet and grips his sword tighter "The justice of the Platinum Dragon will not be denied. It matters not what evils you have brought forth, the light of the Shining One will always find you and destroy you."

Azog walks forward into the lit chamber, and he scans around for signs of ambush as the creature greets them with a challenge. "We have come to slay you," he replies, looking back over his shoulder to Eleria and asking, "So, can we do anything about it?" But for his part, once he sees that there are no other ambushers, he'll rush forward and attack before the thing can prepare itself further.

Melon brings up the back with Divada, still clutching her nose. When the creature speaks, she jumps and fumbles on her ray gun again, until she's holding it with both hands, squeaking. This is a battle-hardened warrior, this one is.

"I cannot," Eleria whispers, "It's a magic that's beyond my power to counter. Perhaps other divine magic..." She steadies her arrow with a breath, readying herself to fire at the first sign of combat.
<OOC> Eleria readies an action.

A thin smile spreads across the demonic humanoid's features, and at the heroes' comments he laughs openly, harsh and mocking. "Oh, I'm hurt," he sneers. "You don't like my redecorating? I only tried to make the place feel a bit more... homey." His wings twitch and flap restlessly, and he rests his palm on the hilt of his longsword. When Azog rushes in his expression turns into a snarl and with a buffeting of his wings he soars up to the cieling, barking laughter down at the groundlings. "You've walked into your deaths, fools! Your pain will be LEGENDARY!"

A second later he's muttering words in an arcane tongue and gesturing; once he's done a dretch pops into existence beneath his feet. It hisses at Azog, ready to fight! At the same time, a disgusting little imp-like creature seems to leap off of the demon-man's back, flying at his side.

Combat begins!

+jinit Nyzoth/+4=
GAME: You roll initiative for Nyzoth: Roll: 3 + Bonus: = Total: 3
+jinit Quasit/+6=
GAME: You roll initiative for Quasit: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+jinit Dretch/+0=
GAME: You roll initiative for Dretch: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+init
GAME: You roll initiative: Roll: 13 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 14
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll Initiative!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 16
GAME: Eleria rolls init: (9)+3: 12
GAME: Melon rolls initiative: Roll: 1 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 3
GAME: Azog rolls initiative: Roll: 15 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 17
GAME: Divada rolls initiative: Roll: 5 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 8
<OOC> Melon says, "BEST ROLL"
<OOC> Eleria says, "WOOT WOOT!"
<OOC> Divada says, "type +init"
<OOC> Melon throws up the horns.
GAME: Jeor rolls initiative: Roll: 8 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 9
GAME: Eleria rolls initiative: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 23
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh. Okay, I'll take that one."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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8 Dretch
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay! Here's the layout: the demon-dude is flying up near the cieling. There's an imp-like being flying beside him and there's a nasty, flabby demon beneath his feet. So. Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Melon says, "How big is the room?"
<OOC> Azog says, "How high is the flying guy?"
ooc He's fifteen feet up.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "He's fifteen feet up."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'm firing my readied arrow at the demon guy, and then moving to try and find cover."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The room itself is eighty feet by eighty feet."
<OOC> Azog says, "So, too high to swing at? Is there any furniture to step up on?"
<OOC> Melon says, "Awesome gotcha"
ooc Yep, too high to swing at for now.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, too high to swing at for now."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No furniture that you can see, no."
<OOC> Divada says, "so we'll have to bring it down."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Alright, I want to move towards the altar after my shot, then."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Roll that shot!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (3)+4+1: 8
<OOC> Eleria says, "Awww"
ooc Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however."
ooc Azog! Whatcha doing?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog! Whatcha doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Excellent."
<OOC> Azog says, "Would he be hittable if I step up on the desk or altar?"
ooc Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him."
ooc There's also a dretch on the ground.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's also a dretch on the ground."
ooc The roll's going to be hard, just warning you.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The roll's going to be hard, just warning you."
(New BB message (7/6) posted to 'IC: Rumors and Gossip' by Kama'o: Balefire celebration)
<OOC> Azog says, "So, no, not possible. I'll ready an action to attack him if he gets within range of a partial charge."
ooc Not hitting the dretch? Okay.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Not hitting the dretch? Okay."
ooc Rainbow!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbow!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I cast command on the dude."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "This'll probably fail, but he needs to make a will save."
+roll d20 + 5
GAME: Phanuel rolls d20 + 5: (2)+d20+5: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He fails."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I issue the command: Fall."
<OOC> Divada dances1
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
Rainbowbeam pages: He'll drop out of the sky and remain prone for one round.
ooc K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Thanks. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "Triggering my readied action?"
ooc Azog, you can charge now, so go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog, you can charge now, so go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (19)+11: 30
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (2)+11: 13
[RPOne] Azog sighs. So much for threat city.
ooc Both hit. Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Both hit. Roll damage."
<OOC> Azog says, "One roll, and an attempt to confirm threat."
ooc Actually the second one misses.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Actually the second one misses."
<OOC> Eleria snaps fingers.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Crit town, population yoU! :D"
ooc So you don't confirm crit.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you don't confirm crit."
Rainbowbeam narrows her eyes when the man lifts out of reach of her friends with the heavy big weapons,"Oh no you don't you child-murdering bastard." She sketches a divine sigil in the air, leaving trails of light briefly, then utters the word,"FALL." Her voice reverberates with power, and the man falls from the air, dropping to the ground.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is that with his prone ac?"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Aww"
<OOC> Azog says, "Is that counting him being prone, since he fell rather than landing?"
ooc Yep, with his prone AC>
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, with his prone AC>"
<OOC> Azog says, "OK"
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, ouch! Jeor!"
Eleria pages: Your big bad might be screwed.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite then charge and power attack the prone thing."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it."
<OOC> Jeor says, "Its an evil outsider for smite purposes right?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
Azog ignores the dretch for the moment. If it's like the ones the other day, it wasn't any sort of threat to him but took a lot of effort to kill, and he really feels the need to concentrate on this creature rather than spending time wailing futilely on something that's unlikely to hurt him. And his patience pays off quickly as Rainbowbeam's command sends it tumbling. Azog is off the mark quickly, charging towards the creature and swinging his blade down, the faintly glowing steel striking the creature and injuring it.
GAME: Jeor rolls +7+1-1+3: (15)++7+1+-1+3: 25
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit. Roll damage."
GAME: Jeor rolls 1d8+5+4+2: (6)+5+4+2: 17
<OOC> Jeor says, "Bypassed all DR"
<OOC> Azog has a magic weapon, but nothing else special for bypassing DR
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite bypasses DR. :D"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "For an extraplanar creature, that should bypass it good."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, 17 damage. Now the quasit goes! It's going to fly above you all and let out a horrifying screech. Everyone roll me a will save!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "A magic weapon that is."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Eleria rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Divada rolls will: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Melon rolls will: (18)+1: 19
GAME: Jeor rolls will+2: (9)+6+2: 17
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada and the dretch now go at the same time. You all made it."
<OOC> Divada says, "huh?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You and the dretch go at the same time now, Divada. You all made your will saves."
<OOC> Divada says, "oh okie."
GAME: Azog rolls will: (13)+3: 16
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought it was because of the will save. sorry."
ooc The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas."
<OOC> Azog says, "I think I get a bonus vs fear?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You still made it. =P"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ewwww..."
ooc Everyone roll me fortitude!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll me fortitude!"
GAME: Melon rolls fort: (1)+4: 5
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (20)+3: 23
<OOC> Azog says, "Sorry, lagging. AoO"
GAME: Eleria rolls fort: (18)+4: 22
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (18)+9: 27

Jeor bounds for the prone creature and brings his shining steel down upon the demons head "By the Platinum Dragon I delcare thee guilty of murder and more. I sentence thee to death!" as he says the last word the sword plunges into the creatures shoulder, drawing blood and wetting his blade.

GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls fort: (5)+4: 9
GAME: Jeor rolls fort+2: (2)+8+2: 12
GAME: Azog rolls fort: (10)+6: 16
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, give me those AoOs, Jeor and Azog!"
GAME: Jeor rolls +7: (18)++7: 25
<OOC> Azog points up to his.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Actually I dont take mine, if thats ok."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, Jeor, Rainbowbeam, Melon, you are all now nauseated."
<OOC> Melon hrghle
ooc Roll damage Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll damage Azog!"
<OOC> Azog says, "Ah, for the guy standing up, I forgot. Oh well."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nyzoth is flat on his face. Melon! You're nauseated. :( Recap pose incoming!"
<OOC> Divada says, "you skipped me I think."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh sorry, go ahead and go!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Big scene, sorry."
<OOC> Divada says, "Scorching ray on the fleeing dretch if it's not dead and not near anyone else."
ooc It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll for it!"
<OOC> Divada says, "ranged touch."
ooc Yeah, roll for it. =P
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (3)+4: 7
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, roll for it. =P"
<OOC> Divada says, "figures."
ooc Swing and a miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
GAME: Divada refreshes spells.
<OOC> Eleria sits with Divada in the "missed my ranged attack" corner.
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.

Sticking close to the entrance, Divada walks her way away from the entrance and tries to fire a scorching ray at the fleeing dretch, despite holding her hand over her mouth to keep out the noxious fumes. She misses horribly though.

Melon isn't so good at keeping her cool against those fumes, and she claps a hand over her mouth and nose, doubling over. "Oh, gods," she utters, looking a little green around the gills.

Eleria fires off an arrow as soon as the demon flies up into the air, but it misses and she runs for cover, finding it behind the bespattered altar. Azog is only inconvenienced for a flash as Rainbowbeam's command causes the demon's wings to lock up and send him plummeting; his and Jeor's swords find purchase in his scaly flesh, running him through. At that moment the quasit screeches, causing a wave of panic to spread through the cave, but Our Heroes maintain their cool. They don't quite maintain their composure when the dretch jumps past Azog, who lops its arm off but doesn't quite kill it, and unleashes a noxious cloud of horrible fumes that has half the party reeling. A new round begins!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "The 'Stinking Cloud' remains another round. I don't need new fort saves from you, do I?"
<OOC> Eleria | This condition lasts as long as the creature is in the cloud and for 1d4+1 rounds after it leaves. (Roll separately for each nauseated character.) Any creature that succeeds on its save but remains in the cloud must continue to save each round on your turn.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Eleria! You're not actually in the cloud. >_> What are you going to do?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Hmmm... Gonna fire an arrow at the Quasit."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (17)+4+1: 22
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d8: (6): 6
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The arrow kinda scratches it. Owch."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Phooey. Stupid DR."
<OOC> Azog reads up on nauseated, I can't really do anything except get out of the cloud, yes?
<OOC> Eleria says, "yeah."
ooc Get out of the cloud, yeah.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Get out of the cloud, yeah."
<OOC> Eleria says, "For all you nauseated people, you're only allowed a move action. No swift or standard."
+roll 1d4 + 1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 + 1: (2)+1: 3
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbowbeam!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a pokemon move."

GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (6)+9: 15

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'That one spell, command, completely ruined it. >_>'
<OOC> Azog says, "Plus whatever for hitting a prone person"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they just have, like, a -4 to ac."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not a plus, it's a -4 to his AC. That misses, Az."
<OOC> Azog says, "Roger."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Just to make sure we're all on the same page: Everyone in the cloud can only see 5 feet in front of them, right? And everyone has concealment."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "... Moving out of the cloud. I'm pretty sure that's all I can do. :D"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, it's just like fog cloud."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor! Running out of the cloud?"

Azog swings at the dretch going by, purely by reflex, forgetting he was trying to hold his swing to harry the bad guy from getting up. His blade strikes true on the dretch for what that's worth, his mighty arm and long blade making for a hearty strike against the creature, though not really accomplishing what he'd hoped. Then he coughs as he gets a whiff of the scent it's releasing, coughing harder and trying not to sick up. Swinging through the hazy mist of putrescence and his own attempt at holding his bile down, Azog is unable to hit the creature.

<OOC> Jeor says, "Pretty much"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Thats me."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, Divada, you're in a cloud of smelly fog. Gonna run out and cast something?"

Jeor is blindsided by the stink of the thing, he has been in sewers and worse but the demon emits an unholy stink. All the halfgiant can do to keep from drowning in his helmet is stumbling a few feet and raising his visor to expell his breakfast.
<OOC> Divada says, "Yeah. See if I can't hit that dretch with a force missile."
GAME: Divada rolls 1d4+2: (2)+2: 4
+roll 1d100
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (72): 72
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You make it through concealment."

With a cough, and the sounds of puking, Rainbowbeam stumbles free of the cloud, eyes swimming and red,"Oh, gods.. Star Mother... please... aid me... because this really really hurts."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "However, the missile just kind of rolls off of him. :("
<OOC> Divada says, "okie."
<OOC> Divada says, "Damage resistance, huh? ugh."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Quasit is going to swoop down and try to claw at you, Divada."
+roll 1d20 +7
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 +7: (17)+7: 24
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Make me a fort save."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (1)+3: 4
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ohmy."
+roll 1d4 -1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 -1: (3)+-1: 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
<OOC> Divada sighs.
ooc You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :(
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :("
+pdamage divada=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for 2 points. 19 remaining.
+pattrdamage divada=dexterity=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's dexterity for 2 points. 2 total damage.
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought I got con damage?"
+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (16)+4: 20
+pdmscan
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Divada |DAWN_ELF|Wiz | 3 | 19 | 21 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 5 |
|Azog |ORC |Ftr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 25 | 6 | 3 | 3 |
|Jeor |GIANTBOR|Pal | 2 | 21 | 21 | 20 | 8 | 4 | 6 |
|Melon |HALF-ELF|Art | 2 | 13 | 13 | 12 | 4 | 5 | 1 |
|Rainbowbea|HUMAN |Clr | 2 | 16 | 16 | 18 | 4 | 2 | 8 |
|Eleria |WILD_ELF|Dru | 2 | 15 | 15 | 17 | 4 | 3 | 8 |

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth is going to try to get up, triggering an AoO!"
<OOC> Eleria SCOWL
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (3)+9: 12
<OOC> Azog cries.!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You just miss!"

Divada moves her way out of the cloud and throws a force missile at the last place where the dretch was. She hits it, but it seems to shrug it off. "Damn. Spell resistance."
You paged Eleria with 'All DR? Even DR that specifically says DR/something that isn't magic?'
Eleria pages: I believe so. | The numerical part of a creature's damage reduction (or DR) is the amount of damage the creature ignores from normal attacks.
Eleria pages: That tells me that only is affected by weapon attacks.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Shouldnt there be a caster level chekc involved with spell resistance or did I just miss it?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "I dunno. I can't seem to hit for anything tonight, like Azog in the last leg."
page eleria=Well, okay.
You paged Eleria with 'Well, okay.'
From afar, Eleria shrugs. "I was with you, at first. Makes sense that force effects should be limited by DR."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Wasnt it a magic missle though? Normally I wouldnt nitpick but when its a death concent scene I want every scrap I can get. :("
r1 Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "same here. At this point, I'm looking at running."
+rminit dretch
GAME: 'dretch' removed from initiative list.
[RPOne] Divada says, "oh that works."
+pdamage rainbowbeam=-5
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for -5 points. 16 remaining.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Ah nice."
[RPOne] Azog says, "Whew."
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "All corrected, all apologies."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Winner!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Now that Nyzoth is up, however, he's trying to fly up to the cieling."
ooc Do you have combat reflexes azog?
Rainbowbeam pages: DR, as a rule, only applies to weapon damage. And magic weapons also almost always bypass all types of DR unless they're damage-typed DR, like 5/slash, piercing, bludgeoning.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Do you have combat reflexes azog?"
page rainbowbeam=:nods, I was corrected.
Long distance to Rainbowbeam: Phanuel nods, I was corrected.
Rainbowbeam pages: Okay. ^_^
<OOC> Azog says, "Sadly, no."
ooc Ok, well he's back up at the cieling.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ok, well he's back up at the cieling."
<OOC> Azog says, "Though he stood up on his last action, and I took an action since them, didn't I?"
ooc You attempted to do an AoO on him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You attempted to do an AoO on him."
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh, he's standing and flying all in the same action?"
ooc :honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Phanuel honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Two move actions."
<OOC> Divada says, "Full move, hm?"
ooc Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving."
<OOC> Azog nods. "It's possible, I've just lost track." ;)
ooc OK, recap incoming.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "OK, recap incoming."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Divada says, "What about Melon?"
<OOC> Divada says, "or are we just moving her out of the cloud?"
<OOC> Eleria nods
<OOC> Melon wants to move out of the cloud!
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar's sure you're doin' fine. :3
Melon staggers backwards, and tries to turn, to run away from the noxious stench in whatever direction she can. She gags, clutching her mouth tightly, trying hard not to retch.
<OOC> Melon says, "There >.>"

Most of the party runs away from the cloud, either moving closer to Nyzoth or to either side of the cave, breaking up the tight bunching that they once had. Eleria fires off an arrow at the Quasit, which barely scratches it. Meanwhile Divada smashes the dretch into nonexistence but when Azog attempts to lay into the demon-man the uncanny monster manages to roll out of the way of the crushing blow, standing up and flying to the ceiling once again, looking haggard and dripping a foul-smelling ichor. A new round hath begun!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Because I'm being nice, the nauseated condition is gone and so is the cloud. ^_^"
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Also, picking up on some channel chatter...sounds like you have them on edge. DC scenes are a lil' rare, so it's sounding like it had the right effect. :3
You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'I'm being nice and letting them no longer be nauseated from a 'Stinking Cloud', as it has affected most of the party.'
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar nod. XD
<OOC> Azog cheers!
<OOC> Eleria says, "yay!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So, Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Is the Quasit within 30 feet? I take it it's up in Divada's face."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yup, it just scratched her really bad."
<OOC> Divada says, "yeah it did. Killing it would help me out a lot. XD"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're within 30 feet of the quasit yes."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, forgot to blow this."
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Sounds like they're working together, and worried a bit. That's awesome. I mean...we want them to be heroes. Just, a bit of edge-of-your-seat is good, darnit. X)
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Command.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Burst on the Quasit. Ranged touch attack..."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (17)+4+1: 22
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Roll it!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "He is "buffeted by winds and rain" and takes nonlethal damage, and -2 to attack for one round."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d6+1: (4)+1: 5
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sweet. Azog!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Don't you have javelins or something?"
<OOC> Azog says, "I do, but I'd have to sheathe the sword and draw the javelin and I wouldn't attack til next round."
<OOC> Azog says, "Is there another creature on the ground still up?"
<OOC> Divada says, "the quasit on me."

Eleria, still scowling from the almost nonexistent damage she did to the flying menace, cranes her head up as it attacks the wizard. Rising up just a bit behind her cover, she yells, "Earth Mother's wrath will bring you your doom, demon!" She thrusts a hand out, and a blast of wind and rain springs forth, striking the flying creature and knocking it about as it hovers in the air.

<OOC> Eleria says, "The Quasit should be within melee reach."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It is. Want to run and hit it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Yes. Can I charge?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (1)+11: 12
<OOC> Azog says, "Or, nevermind."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay. I eyeball the Quasit with my Althean 'You're grounded' stare, then cast Cause Fear on the quasit."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Will save."

Azog's perserverance is strong, staying in the cloud to try and fight the monster, but the stink is so strong that he can't fight effectively at all, swinging wildly and completely missing as the thing rises to his feet and unable to stop it as it climbs into the air. It seems to have really thrown off Azog's concentration, and he tries to recenter himself, brow furrowing in concentration, which is a lot easier as the stinky cloud dissipates. There must be some kind of airflow through the cavern. With the one creature out of reach, he'll charge the quasit, but he hasn't completely gotten past the confusion of the cloud and his charge almost winds up in disaster, pulling his swing at the last moment, his blade striking the floor with a spark.

+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (12)+4: 16
ooc What's the DC?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "What's the DC?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "16."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh, okay nvm then. He is /not/ frightened!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they're right. So unless he's got penalties... He's not."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He IS shaken, though."
<OOC> Phanuel nods, got it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor!"
Rainbowbeam finishes coughing up dinner, then straightens, wiping her mouth. She traces more glowing, silvery blue sigils in the air, chops her hand through it, and points at the Quasit,"Althea's eye be upon you! Fear, evil thing, and flee!"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Drop my sword, unlash my shield (move action) and draw heavy crossbow."
<OOC> Phanuel nods. The quasit is going to now try and leap on Azog's face!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada, what're you gonna do?"
<OOC> Divada says, "Is the quasit off of me?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes, it is and it's at -4 to everything currently more or less."
+roll 1d20 + 3
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 3: (17)+3: 20
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Miss anyway!"
<OOC> Divada says, "I take a step back and try to hit the big guy with scorching ray then."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll that ranged touch attack!"
[RPOne] Divada doubts she'll hit.
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6
<OOC> Divada sighs.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Anyone hurt significantly?"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Nope"
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.

She backs up from the quasit after she takes a rather nasty hit from the quasit. Divada then aims a scorching ray at the big winged baddie and misses horribly. 'How in the nine hells do wizards actually USE these spells?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth and Melon act at the same time! Nyzoth is calling up a twenty foot radius of cold, greasy darkness that leeches at your very souls! Roll me will saves Melon and RB!"
GAME: Melon rolls will: (6)+1: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is this ability drain, a death effect, or energy drain?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll will and I'll tell you =P"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not any of those for Eldanar, no."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Well, it'll change my roll..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (1)+8: 9
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "FOOKING DICE."
<OOC> Eleria says, "OUch"
<OOC> Divada says, "seriously."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "DERP."
+roll 2d8
GAME: Phanuel rolls 2d8: (13): 13
<OOC> Rainbowbeam healerdie.
+roll ad4
GAME: Phanuel rolls ad4: (2)+ad4: 2
+roll 1d4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4: (2): 2
ooc Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds."
<OOC> Melon says, "Whup D: 0 HP."
+pdamage melon=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for 13 points. 0 remaining.
<OOC> Eleria D:
+pdamage rainbowbeam=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for 13 points. 3 remaining.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes ahead and spends this.
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Cause Fear.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, recap time! I'll explain what happens to you in the pose, Melon."
<OOC> Melon says, "Kay~"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Would it be out of place to walk around with a loaded crossbow?! XD"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I have one at this moment, actually. Take it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "If they act at the same time, does she get an attack off before she goes down?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "She's at zero. She's staggered, not down."
[RPOne] Azog says, "I don't think it's possible. The bolt would fall out. And the bendy part would lose it's springiness."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "I have a crossbow, I just realized mine would take me a full round to load, should get a light one. XD"
<OOC> Eleria says, "True"
<OOC> Melon says, "Oh so do I get to attack?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sure, squeeze one off."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "If his damage hits you before you attack, then yes, but it'll drop you into negatives."
<OOC> Divada says, "I can get her back up, RB"
<OOC> Melon says, "Because I'm staggered?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Don't waste your stuff. I've got channel."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're disabled at 0, not staggered."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're staggered at 0 with non-lethal."
<OOC> Divada says, "all right. I should start MMing the big baddie anyways."
From afar, to (Phanuel, Whirlpool): Lahar squints. Might remind Rainbow that she has Channel Energy, though. ^^;
<OOC> Melon is confused now. What does this mean?
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Er, correct."
<OOC> Eleria says, "A standard action will deal 1 point of damage to you. A move action won't deal any damage."
<OOC> Melon says, "Ah...hrm."
<OOC> Divada says, "shoot him."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you can get off one standard action and falldowngoboom."
<OOC> Melon says, "Since it's at the same time, she'd probably shoot him. SO. How do I roll death ray?"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'm still thinking back to 3.5 when it was just staggered."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think it's just a ranged touch attack."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I think it's a ranged touch attack? So '+roll ranged'."
GAME: Melon rolls ranged: (16)+3: 19
<OOC> Divada says, "boo yeah!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Nice."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Melon woo! ... Now to figure out how to roll damage
<OOC> Divada says, "what's your damage? d4?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nice!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Damage is 1d6+intelligence."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "A hit. It's 1d6 + Int mod."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oooo"
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+int: (2)+int: 2
<OOC> Melon er
<OOC> Eleria says, "Electricity, too. So it should bypass DR."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Put in the number."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Type out intelligence."
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+4: (3)+4: 7
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "That works too!"
<OOC> Melon tries to work these newfangled commands. aggle
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Good one!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Electricity damage. Nice. ^_^"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Dayum"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You blast him with electricity, he writhes in agony and it's the last thing you see before you black out."
<OOC> Eleria says, "KHAAAAAAAAAN"
<OOC> Melon says, "Uhh, err, I think... I shot at the big guy. I'm not entirely sure what's going on right now. @_@"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Yup! And you hit him. And now you're at -1 and dying."
<OOC> Melon thump.
<OOC> Divada says, "we got her."
<OOC> Eleria says, "(You won't have to worry about what that means until your next turn. Unless we heal you first, then you won't have to worry about it at all.)"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "She'll be up on my turn."
<OOC> Melon says, "Yay <3"

Peril! In an attempt to get the quasit away from Divada, Eleria invokes the wrath of storm and buffets the flying beastie about with lashing wind and rain from out of nowhere! Meanwhile Azog attempts to charge the little thing and misses, Rainbowbeam shakes it to the core with holy power; it unsuccessfully tries to bite Azog's face, but as it is far too bewildered it does nothing of the sort. Divada's ray blasts the cave wall, loosening a couple of stalactites. Meanwhile Nyzoth unleashes unholy energies beneath the feet of Melon and Rainbowbeam, sapping the very life energies from them! The Artificer manages to raise her death ray and pummel Nyzoth with electricity, bringing him to the brink of death before she collapses. New round!

[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Should I channel, do you think, to heal myself as well, rebuke death, or just CLW?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "How badly does the demon dude seem to be hurt?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh hey, "brink of death". :B"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Blast at the big dude."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (9)+4+1: 14
[RPOne] Divada says, "I would say channel, even better if it doesn't heal big dude."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "It won't, he's too far away."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "It's selective, yeah."
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "And you have the feat, good!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh I forgot, make me two fort saves, Divada."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (7)+3: 10
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (3)+3: 6
<OOC> Eleria snaps! Running over towards the passed out Melon with my move action, pulling out my wand of CLW while I go.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam / :/ :/
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
[RPOne] Divada says, "Eleria......"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh, unless there's still an area of effect there?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Rainbowbeam has it covered."
<OOC> Divada says, "did I just lose the con points permanently?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay Div, you're taking four Dex damage."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's poison and it deals Dex damage."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Just damage, not drain."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Oh,looks like Eleria isn't on here."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Yeah, drain at low levels would be supremely nasty."
<OOC> Melon nudges Eleria onto the RPOne channel.
<OOC> Divada pokes eleria
+pattrdamage divada=Dexterity=4
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ah hah"
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's Dexterity for 4 points. 6 total damage.
[RPOne] Eleria has joined this channel.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's poison in your veins, sadly."
<OOC> Divada says, "well, that kills any sort of scorching ray attack I'm planning in the future."
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Didn't know this existed. :B"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Its in the room desc. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "We're facing one still on the ground and one flying?"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Desc? Pfffft, that would require reading! I'm too busy RPing!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "anyways, Rainbow has Melon covered."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit is within melee range."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'll treat your poison once I finish with Melon, Divada."
<OOC> Azog says, "I will swing."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Yeah, I caught that. She's still running over."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (16)+9: 25
[RPOne] Divada nodnods. "I figured you would Rainbowbeam. thank you."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit has been pwnz0rd!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo hoo!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Or immediately, I guess, if Eleria does healz."
+rminit quasit
GAME: 'quasit' removed from initiative list.
ooc RB!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Gonna try to get everyone with this channel?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Eleria, did you actually heal anyone, or just run up?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "And yeah. Everybody but the dude."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nah, my actions are used up for the turn. Rainbow will be getting her channel off before I can heal."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Teensy sucky channel."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 1d6: (1): 1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Hate."
+pdamage divada=-1
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for -1 points. 20 remaining.
+pdamage melon=-1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Well, Melon. You're awake."
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for -1 points. 1 remaining.
[RPOne] Divada says, "well, you stabilized Melon. XD"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, you're automatically back up to 1! Up and at 'em!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada!"
Azog has managed to regain his concentration even as his allies are going down. He looks at the fellow flying, but there's a quasit close at hand, and he makes a command decision, take out one of the combatants, that's less they can do. He strikes at the creature with is faintly glowing blade, and his aim is true this time, he catches the creature as it moves and cuts it open, driving it to the ground with the force of his blow.
<OOC> Divada says, "Maggic missile big guy."
<OOC> Melon says, "Wasn't I at -1 though?"
<OOC> Melon says, "So now I should be at 0?"
<OOC> Divada says, "test"
GAME: Divada rolls 2d4+3: (4)+3: 7
ooc Ding dong! He's dead!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ding dong! He's dead!"

Clutching at her Leg as she staggers back, Divada grits her teeth, but shakes her head and grins at the devil like guy. "Bellifix arcanum!" She cries out and throws two blue bolts at the thing, striking it in the chest hard.......

... and he falls to the ground with a horrible roar and a sickening thud. When he looks up, however, he smiles. With the last life left in him, he manages to croak out the words, "CLONED. KILL... YOU ALL!" before he expires.

[RPOne] Eleria says, "Hoo boy, that doesn't sound good."
[RPOne] Divada says, "cloned.....well then."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Crap. Clones."
[RPOne] Divada goes to find Commander Cody and Captain Rex.
[RPOne] Azog says, "Would a monster who gets ganked by a level 2-5 party really have a clone?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Maybe if the DM wants a recurring villain."
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Maybe he's not calling a clone of himself."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Maybe that /was/ the clone :O"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Someone else could have performed it on him. Or it's a bluff!"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Maybe it's a mistranslation? Or a bluff, yeah. True, someone else could have performed it. But it'd be a huge expense, yes?"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he's got a patron. In any case he won't actually know what happened as the clone was made before he died."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Maybe we just caught him on a bad day and he was coughing up blood, so what he said was: "I'm too stoned for this." But we heard "Cloned" from all the burbling."
[RPOne] Azog says, "That's entirely reasonable. Both explantions. ;)"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Perhaps XD"
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he just wants you to live in fear of his return when he's probably going to be flambe'd in the Abyss for all eternity now."

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'The truth is he's got a demonic patron who wants to use him to summon demons to the material plane, so he's got him a battery of clones.'

Azog looks around to survey the scene as the last bad guys drop. He's mildly chagrinned that he didn't get to face down the boss monster - both his own failure to take it out while it was on the ground, and the inability to get into the air to combat it. He'll have to do something about it. He could have tossed his blade aside to use the javelins, but he's not so eager to cast the weapon aside. At the dying threat, Azog simply retorts, "Bring it, foul creature. And you will face the same end as today."

GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls heal: (8)+12: 20
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "That's a treat-poison roll. <_< >_>"
<OOC> Phanuel goes ahead and heals all the ability damages. Bedrest will fix it, though you might be wobbly for a while, Divada.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon, you got a face full of negative energy. That hurt, but you'll be okay."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Go ahead and heal their hp? I'll blow the rest of my channeling."
<OOC> Melon owie ;-;
<OOC> Divada says, "wobbly is better than getting multiple concussions. *stares at Whirlpool*"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a party!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 4d6: (16): 16
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Everyone heals... that much. :D"

Melon slowly forces herself up to sitting, still loosely clutching her ray gun. "Diwegillit?" she slurs, goggles askew. She looks over at the druid sitting next to her, for confirmation.

And like that, the man is dead,"Bastard got what he deserved. OKAY. Injured? Form a queue and I'll get you all up and running." She raises her hand and with a deep breath, clenches her fist, as a wave of energy cascades from her, pulsing multiple times,"Althea, lay your comforting hands upon your children! They are in need of your tender mercies!" And then? Rainbow eyes Divada, pulling a case of some sort from her belongings. She shoves a handful of leaves at Divada and orders,"Chew this child, and don't stop until the fatigued feeling leaves you."

Eleria rushes over to Melon when she falls, pulling out her wand...only to have the Artificer come back to life in a surge of positive energy. The druid blinks, and gives a sigh of relief, looking up just in time to see the creature fall from the ceiling. "Yes, we killed it. ...I think." She relaxes...and is right back to tense at that threat, standing with her bow strung again. ... Nope, nothing.

Frowning, the short druid walks over to the corpse and, just for good measure, fires an arrow directly into its throat. Can't be too careful. "Will everyone be alright? Anyone seriously hurt?"
Jeor look at the others but sees that medical attention is being delivered, so he gathers all his weapons and straps them back in place. "We should see to the dead..." solemnly he walks to the entrance of the cave and looks for anything to use as a shovel.

Wobbling her way back up to her feet, Divada smiles to Rainbowbeam. "Thank you." She says softly to the priestess as she looks to Melon as she gets up. "That was almost as bad as Lady Primrose passing gas." She then shakes her head as she looks at the corpse of the demon-like thing. "I think I'm gonna have to find out what that thing was.......after a bit of rest of course." She then starts to say something else as rainbowbeam shoves some leaves into her mouth. "Mmf fooo" She's able to get out as she chews.......

Melon just stays where she is, though at Eleria's question, she lifts a hand. "I feel like death warmed over. Does that count?" Yeah she's not looking /so/ great at only a sliver of oomph left to her.

"You can leave the burying of bodies to me, friends," Eleria says, strapping her longbow to her body again, and heading over towards the altar to give it a good look. "Everyone here looks exhausted...and come morning, Earth Mother will give me the spells to put these all to rest. Unless someone would like to perform death rites?"

<OOC> Phanuel bows, I'm glad you had fun!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "A consecrate will counter the 'desecrate' in the area."

Azog sees that his compatriots are being seen to, and since there seems not to be any immediate threats, he shoulders his shield and pulls out a rag, cleaning his blade carefully. He looks around at the carnage here, and nods to the others about finding out what that was. As far as the dead go, he says, "We can arrange them, perhaps, but we need to find their next of kin before we bury them."

Melon blinks and rubs her head fuzzily as her condition improves. Casting about, she nods to the cleric. "Thank you kindly. Much appreciated. Umm...I'm not one for death rites or anything, and I'm new to town... Erm." She shrugs.

<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes to give last rights...
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ahh, gotcha. Well that's up to you guys - the dead aren't going to do anything that requires a DM."

Rainbowbeam the woman nods solemnly to her patients,"It's Althea's will that her children prosper. If you would thank me, do good works or offer at the donation box." And that said, she turns and moves towards the mouth of the cave, already pulling her pendant out to chant death rites for the murdered creatures. Her face has a pale, stony quality to it.

Jeor looks at the bodies and shakes his head "If we leave them they will rot and be eaten by animals, we could maybe try and carry them back maybe..." Jeor looks at the bodies and ponders. "Regardless I dont want to see these bodies desecrated any more than they have been already."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Anything notable about the altar?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, it's covered in blood and soot. You also notice a residual aura of magic about it, conjuration maybe."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think the paladin should smash it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Not good..."
<OOC> Jeor says, "I could"
<OOC> Divada says, "oh yeah. Divada would even encourage it."

"Scavengers are easy to keep away," Eleria adds distractedly, kneeling down before the altar and peering closely at it. She blinks. "Divada, would you please come over here and tell me what you think of this? This altar's magic aura isn't necromantic.."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with spellcraft, roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls spellcraft: (20)+5: 25
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls spellcraft: (14)+6: 20
GAME: Divada rolls spellcraft: (7)+10: 17
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Eleria crits!"
GAME: Melon rolls spellcraft: (18)+9: 27
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon gets higher though!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nice!"

You paged Melon with 'Well, from the way these runes are arranged... oh. Oh no. This is an altar used in some blacker circles of magic to send souls straight to the Abyss.'

Azog nods at what Jeor says, but ... It's still night, and it's a huge disgusting mess, and Azog says, "Animals eating dead bodies they find is in keeping with nature. Though they're not likely to come right away in any event." Looking at the altar, he considers and watches the others frowning at it. "Ah, right, we ought to smash it, yes?"

Jeor nods to Azog "It is a mess but I wont leave until it is dealt with... however we can deal with the altar first." the halfgiant walks into the cave and looks dwon at the alter with a furrowed brow "So... smash it huh?"

Out of sheer curiosity, Melon heads over the the altar, head canted thoughtfully. She leans in and inspects, and moves around it, and squints at the runes, and... "Oohhh. Okay, that makes sense. Not /Good/ sense... Well, I mean, good sense but not.../Good/. Hmm. Hmmmm." She straightens and looks up at Jeor. "Yep, probably a good idea. Smash it. Yep."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Any magical writing on the altar?"
ooc Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal."
<OOC> Jeor says, "Is a 25 str check sufficient to smash it to pieces?"
ooc Yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
<OOC> Divada says, "what about Linguist?"

"Don't worry about any animals eating the bodies," Eleria says louder, turning to glance at Azog, "I can keep them away for tonight. I would like to claim the animal, however. They should be taken away from this place, cleansed, and left for the living creatures to feed on." As the two brutes come over, her eyes widen. "Aren't you at all curious what it was being used for? Smashing it might release some powerful magic!"

Rainbowbeam calls over her shoulder as she exits the cave,"Not even a little!"

<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "<3"
<OOC> Eleria snrk!
<OOC> Divada says, "Phanuel? Would Linguist work in translating?"
ooc You can try it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can try it."
From afar, Divada also knows Celestial....maybe the alphabet is similar.

You paged Divada with 'I doubt they're very similar, but you can give it a go.'
<OOC> Melon says, "Can I roll something to see if I know if smashing it will release stuff? Like... *checks sheet*"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with detect magic shows that there's no magic in the altar itself, just residual traces of some other magic."

GAME: Divada rolls linguistics: (14)+9: 23

You paged Divada with 'From what you can make out, the syllables put together mention something like 'unto the Abyss' or something like that.'
You paged Divada with 'Then consider that the hearts of the victims were all taken out, and there's lots of soot and burned blood all over the altar...'
Divada pages: that's all, huh?

Azog shrugs about doing anything with the animals. He hadn't been thinking about that at all, shrugging ambivalently to Eleria as far as her plans go. He raises no onjection. As far as being curious what it was used for, he says, "It was being used for evil. I don't need magic to tell me that." He searches around for some suitable tool for smashing, though, since he doesn't normally carry something like a maul, which would be very useful about now.

Jeor hrms "We cannot leave it, it is too dangerous. " the halfgiant looks to the others "Copy the symbols if need be but I wont leave this in one piece."

"Oh, well, I don't think it'll release anything. The way this was used, I don't think it stored anything. Could be wrong, though..." Melon leans in and scrutinizes a little more, then shrugs and steps out of the way. "Be my guest," the half-elf beams, gesturing.

"This was definitely for a very dark ritual. Smash it." Divada says openly. "The Symbols are definitely not celestial. I'm guessing Abyssal. Unto the Abyss......" She says softly and turns away. "Smash it....."

"Oh, of course we won't be leaving it! That would insane! Although..." Running her hand over the altar, Eleria peers thoughtfully at it. "Hmmm...what does it mean when this aura just /used/ to be there? The magic is lingering, but not active."

Melon makes her statement, and the druid eyes the altar a bit longer, worriedly...then shrugs and stands up, stepping away and giving the brutes plenty of room to swing. She looks to the artificer curiously, "What did you deduce from it?"

Jeor nods the others, casually walks up to the altar and drops his fist down upon it, smashing it into hundreds of pieces that fly out in every direction. Standing he brushes off his tabbard "We cannot suffer evil to continue, this was the best way."

<OOC> Jeor uses his racial to take 20 on a str check. :D
<OOC> Phanuel nods! So be it!

Melon blinks owlishly, and looks over to Eleria. "Hm? Oh, it was used to send souls straight into the Abyss. That's--oh!" Her arm goes up to shield herself from the chips and chunks, eyes squeezed closed.

Azog looks up as the half-giant simply smashes the altar with brute force. A few pebbles *dink* off his armor plate, but he nods in agreement with Jeor's statement. "I don't guess this creature had any loot?" he says speculatively. "Well, we'll stack up the dead neatly for their relatives, then we can take a look." Melon's comment draws a wince, but it only makes him more pleased to see the thing smashed.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Don't outsiders up and disappear after they die?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit and dretch disappeared, yes."

Looking to Azog, Divada snickers a bit. "Sometimes, Azog, You have to do what's right. Not for gold, but because it's right." She says patting his shoulder. "Maybe there is something here, but let's leave this decrepid place." She then looks to Melon. 'Melon? Can you collapse the cave when we leave?"

<OOC> Phanuel notes there was a reward back at the Guild for whoever was responsible.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Also, you guys never looted his body."
<OOC> Divada says, "the big guy?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep."
<OOC> Azog says, "Cool. ;) And, well, he disappeared, so..."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No, he didn't."
<OOC> Divada says, "does he have anything we can use?"
<OOC> Divada says, "well....how about we loot it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh. Definitely loot, then. Staff generally does that after the fact, yes?"
<OOC> Divada says, "we can take it all and sell it."

Eleria's eyes widen at Melon, though she flinches away from the spray of rock, putting her hands up. She spits out bits of stone. "Mother's Grace...that's horrid! But not surprising." She watches the smashed altar for a few more moments, waiting to see if any evil souls come pouring out...and lets out a sigh of relief when nothing seems to happen. She frowns over at the demon's corpse. "I would hate to have any animals try to feast on that wicked flesh--a cave-in? Ohhh, that's a good idea..." She looks up at the ceiling, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'About their loot, what should I give them? I know we had Nyzoth's spellbook and he had a +1 longsword, but other than that I didn't really think of anything.'

Azog shrugs to Divada, but says, "We have won. The honor and spoils are due to us." He'll go over, himself, to see if there's anything salvagable or valuable in the body, and in the remains of the altar. Or the desk and the bed. Those seem like places for valuables.

Melon blinks again, this time at Divada. "Cave in? Umm... I can shoot the ceiling with my ray apparatus, I guess. Otherwise, I can...run really fast or dazzle it with pretty colors. ... 's all I have prepared on me tonight." She shrugs apologetically, offering a sheepish smile.

Jeor moves beside Eleria and looks up at the ceiling as well "The blood of giants flows in my veins... perhaps I can help with this endeavor?" he offers with a weak smile.

Azog snorts about destroying the cave, itself, and says, "What's the point of ruining this place? It's a cave. We've vanquished the evil here. Tomorrow, bears will move in, perhaps. Or bandits. And if it's bandits, we can /fight them/, too. Is there honor in smashing a cave? I don't see it."

"It was mainly to keep another group from defiling this place further, Azog." Divada says softly as she walks gingerly out of the cave.

Eleria smiles brightly right back at Jeor. "While that would be very amusing to see... I don't think destruction will save us. There's nothing inherently evil about this cave, and it would serve us better to have it cleansed than destroyed." She nods at Azog. "A very good point. Let's leave the altar in pieces, but leave the cave for some animal to settle in, and give it good purpose."

Melon kicks at the floor a little, and shrugs. "Good enough for me! I'm ready to get out of this place, though; gives me the heebies." Hooking her ray gun to her hip again, she shrugs her shoulders uncomfortably and follows people out of the cave, rubbing her arms a bit. Eesh.

Azog nods at what Eleria says, and to Divada, he counters, "You could say that of the whole world. Will you destroy it so no one can defile it?" He shakes his head.

Cambions and Quasits

2012-02-18T05:30:37Z

Phanuel: This PrP scene was death-consent. A party of adventurers slays a cambion and his minions!

Tonight's quest, given by the Explorer's Guild, is quite perilous. Though many present tonight have successfully foiled one of the mysterious kidnappings, it's been confirmed by the wizard Divada that the perpetrators are Dretch, demons from the Abyss bound to kidnap children and helpless people from frontier houses on the edge of the Deep Woods for undoubtedly nefarious reasons. So a reward has been posted for whoever can successfully find the source of these kidnappings and bring them to justice!

The quest brings those who have accepted it to the charred remains of a farmhouse. The night is starless and dark, save for the silvery light of the full moon as it filters through the heavy clouds. The wrecked farmhouse stands, angular, twisted and dark in relief against the inky shadows of the woods. It's been several hours' journey on horseback out here, and the lack of night's light makes it all the more gloomy.

<OOC> Eleria says, "What are the rules on posing?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Usually it's free posing until the DM calls for a time stop."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Gotcha"
ooc Yeah, free pose, do rule of three for now; big scene. I'll throw in poses when it calls for one.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, free pose, do rule of three for now; big scene. I'll throw in poses when it calls for one."
<OOC> Azog says, "Rule of three?"
ooc You can pose after three other people have posed.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can pose after three other people have posed."

Eleria stays near the back of the group, the shortest member of the group pearing around the taller, more imposing folk. She narrows her angled eyes in the darkness, staying close up next giant knight, her longbow drawn and ready. The frail elf looks nervous. "That's the place? It doesn't look like much..."
Azog is riding astride his heavy warhorse, shield strapped to his arm, guiding the mount with his knees. It's not as simple as it looks, with heavy armor and a massive shield, but it's better than getting jumped and killed at unawares, and this promises to be dangerous, so he's doubly wary. Mind, it's tough to be wary with a full helm, even with the visor up, but he does his best. At least he has Darkvision, so he can see his surroundings reasonably well, moonlight or no. He'll ride at the front (unless someone else would rather), but in any event, he's there to soften the brunt of any ambush. Quietly, he replies, "Well, they're not going to hang out in crowded areas." He looks over the ground in case there are any tracks or signs that would show recent occupation.

As she arrives on horseback, Divada grumbles softly as she sees the farmhouse off of it's foundation (thank you low light vision). She sighs as she slips off of her saddle. "Dammit." She grumbles in Elven, looking around. "Gareth's not gonna be happy about this." She says softly as she looks to Azog. "Looks like I was right, as much as I hate to say it."

Melon, for her part, stays close to Divada, clutching the reins tightly. "I guess that makes sense..." The half-elf doesn't look too comfortable there, but one must help and make friends, after all.
page melon eleria=:notes that everyone can get jobs from the Guild of Explorers, hence why you guys are here.
Long distance to (Melon, Eleria): Phanuel notes that everyone can get jobs from the Guild of Explorers, hence why you guys are here.
To (Phanuel, Melon), Eleria pages: Awesome. :D

Jeor has finaly procured a proper steed that can carry him this time but even then it doesnt bear him as easily as it would others. When the group arrives at the ruins he dismounts and unslings his shield and longsword. "I dont know, perhaps something bigger has destroyed the barn in favor of kidnapping?" Jeor raises his visor and approaches the burned barn to look for tracks or signs of what happened.
<OOC> Eleria will be keeping an eye out for any sign of life. Movement, tracks to/from the house, etc.
Hearthguard Rainbowbeam changed out of some of her more ceremonially functional clothes into a sort of chainmail of some kind. Shined and expertly crafted, it gleams over her shoulder, her blue doublet carrying Althea's emblem. Dark blue breeches help complete the more mobile look. The only real concession to her normal garb is her headband, her glasses, and the dog, Sunshine following foofily at her side,"Make sure to bark real loud if you smell or hear anything, okay? The big dog 'yarp's in agreement,"And then, if fighting starts, make sure you go hide, okay?" In her hands? A very big crossbow. Her bill is actually lashed to her back for a change,"A crime against hearth and home." She looks to Jeor,"What do you make of this, Sunblade?"
@emit %R %T There are tracks, easy enough to make out even in this half-light: big clawed footprints, broken branches, even claw-marks against trees. It's clear that whatever was here got what it came for, torched the place and ran for it. Whoever or whatever it was clearly didn't seem to understand that it could be followed so easily. %R

There are tracks, easy enough to make out even in this half-light: big clawed footprints, broken branches, even claw-marks against trees. It's clear that whatever was here got what it came for, torched the place and ran for it. Whoever or whatever it was clearly didn't seem to understand that it could be followed so easily.

<OOC> Divada says, "Can I roll knowledge nature or make some sort of check to see if they're the same type of claw print as the Dretches?"
ooc Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll me knowledge/planes if you have it!"
ooc Goes for everyone.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Goes for everyone."
<OOC> Eleria says, "No dice, here."
<OOC> Divada doesn't have it, but rolls it anyways.

Eleria slides awkwardly off the saddle of her loaned horse, and she takes a moment to adjust the lay of her Hide armor on her body. As Jeor approaches the house, the red-haired elf looks nervous. She glances back to the rest of the party with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Still, taking a bracing breath, she starts to follow Jeor...
And stops when she spots those tracks. The druid hisses quietly to her companions, and kneels to get a better look. "Got something..." She follows the tracks around, touching trees that are scratched, seeking out some kind of destination. "Divada, what do you make of these?"
GAME: Divada rolls knowledge/planes: (13)+knowledge/planes: 13
page divada=You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.
You paged Divada with 'You got it, you know from studying the things in the library.'
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls knowledge/planes: (10)+knowledge/planes: 10
Rainbowbeam pages: Oops. Thought I had it. That was effectively the maximum you can get on an untrained knowledge check. :D
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'd like to roll Knowledge/Nature to see if I recognize this as something /other/ than Dretch."
GAME: Eleria rolls knowledge/nature: (18)+8: 26
ooc Go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."

Jeor drops his visor and shakes his head "Whatever it was it looks big, I think we should form up and follow on foot so we dont miss the tracks in the dark..." the halfgiant suggests but even on the ride he doesnt seem the most comfortable on his horse so that may influence his motives.
GAME: Jeor rolls knowledge/planes: (11)+knowledge/planes: 11
page eleria=Nope, it's nothing natural that you know of. It's distinctly /unnatural/ - it doesn't belong here.
You paged Eleria with 'Nope, it's nothing natural that you know of. It's distinctly /unnatural/ - it doesn't belong here.'
page jeor rainbowbeam=Well it certainly doesn't look like any natural tracks you know of.
You paged (Jeor, Rainbowbeam) with 'Well it certainly doesn't look like any natural tracks you know of.'
To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: Wonder twin powers, activate: Form of - Confused priestess!
Eleria pages: Gracias
Azog shoulders his shield to slip off the horse, then brings it around again and gets it set; pointing out the clawed footprints in case anyone missed them, he grumbles. "No idea what could have made those," he admits in heavily-accented Tradespeak, "but I'll bet a chest full of platinum that it's not going to be our friend." He'll advance with Jeor, nodding in agreement about advancing on foot. "Better footing for everyone, I think. I'm a good rider, but it's hard with a shield this large.
Melon too slides off her horse as they approach, smiling a little at the fluffy dog. But that amusement is short-lived, as the half-elf, decked out in her work leathers, pulls her goggles down over her eyes and takes her ray apparatus in hand. Her fingers flex nervously. "Alright. Tracks. Big tracks. Always fun..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, before we get to battle, I should do this..."
GAME: Rainbowbeam refreshes spells.
<OOC> Melon says, "How...do I prepare my death ray?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "It is a death ray. Just count your uses, I believe."
Rainbowbeam looks to Jeor at this,"I agree. Nothing I recognize anyway. Are you having trouble seeing? Extend your sword, or something, and I shall set it alight for you. " Her attention is already wandering, though, as she looks to her dog,"Sunshine. Do you smell anything?" Sunshine, being a large, foofy house dog... Just woofs. Probably wondering when his crazy mistress is going to give him a bone.
ooc :holds his pose until you guys set out. :)
<OOC> Phanuel holds his pose until you guys set out. :)
+where
=======================> Tenebrae: The Emblem of Ea <=======================
Location Map Player Idle
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Temple District - Temple Pl 10 Agril 4m
Academy of Sages - Great Li - Boshter 4m
Lady Sandiel's Manor - Uppe - Sandy 4m
Lahar's Labyrinth.......... - Whirlpool 25m
Lahar's Labyrinth.......... - Earthquake 2h 56m
Pit of Code................ - Lolth 7m
Pyroclasm's Caldera........ - Pyroclasm 1m
Quiet Room................. - Abrahil 2m
Quiet Room................. - Achala 1m
Quiet Room................. - Teppus 4m
Quiet Room................. - Spike 1m
Quiet Room................. - Svarshan 3m
Roleplay Room One.......... - Phanuel 0s
Roleplay Room One.......... - Eleria 1m
Roleplay Room One.......... - Jeor 7m
Roleplay Room One.......... - Azog 6m
Roleplay Room One.......... - Melon 54s
Roleplay Room One.......... - Rainbowbeam 1m
Roleplay Room One.......... - Divada 9m
The Gaming Table........... - Wren 9m
The Gaming Table........... - Kerbasy 2m
The Gaming Table........... - Garrin 23m
The Gaming Table........... - Karelin 1m
The Gaming Table........... - Synestria 39m
The Gaming Table........... - Katja 4m
The Gaming Table........... - Sunshine 7m
The Gaming Table........... - Sakari 16m
The Gaming Table........... - Craft 1m
The Gaming Table........... - Jugga 7m
The Gaming Table........... - Kama'o 56m
The Gaming Table........... - Laoise 6m
The Gaming Table........... - Alteri 32m
The Gaming Table........... - Xander 21s
==============================================================================
There are 33 findable players connected.
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Jeor keeps close to Azog as they advance but raises his visor to look over his shoulder at the others. "Stay close and report /anything/ unusual, even if you think you might be jumping at shadows... because it could be a giant killer shadow." the halfgiant says sternly before closing his visor again. "I can see in the low light well enough but if someone else needs it, it may be usefull." he says answering Rainbowbeam before getting ready to follow the tracks.
page sunshine=:is sorry, the group filled up really fast last night :( Hope to catch you for the next one, which will be sooN!
Long distance to Sunshine: Phanuel is sorry, the group filled up really fast last night :( Hope to catch you for the next one, which will be sooN!
From afar, Sunshine laughs, "You are too good for anyone to hog I guess. Share the love. You'll make 2 new fans tonight."

"It's the Dretches." Divada says as Eleria calls her over to look at the tracks. "After our first encounter here, I started to research them." She then looks to Jeor. "they ARE evil, Jeor. Very evil." She then looks at everyone else. "If there are more here, then we'll need to watch ourselves. Oh, and show them no mercy. Don't worry about killing them."
Divada pages: Is Sunshine allowed in?
page divada=That would make this seven people, and that's too much. :(
You paged Divada with 'That would make this seven people, and that's too much. :('

"These tracks are definitely unnatural, so you're probably right," Eleria says to Divada, a scowl of disgust on her face, sniffing briefly at tree bark. Nodding at the suggestion to go on foot, she points her bow at the tracks, following them with her eye off to where they disappear from sight. "Looks like whoever made these went..." Which way did they go?
Still, puppy's antics does get a brief smile out of the stoic elf. "He might be hungry."
Divada pages: awwww
Azog grunts in agreement with Jeor and advances, his own visor up to give his Darkvision as much to work with as possible. He keeps his sword sheathed for the moment, watching the trail carefully. "I can follow it easily enough. The question is, is whatever we're following the same as what we fought before, or something different? I think perhaps it doesn't care if it's followed." He moves forward just the same, not hesitating in the face of danger, his jaw set.
Rainbowbeam looks around for a moment, looks over at Jeor, then shrugs and reaches down to tap the dog's collar. Instant Dog-torch. The dog woofs happily... and begins sniffing at Eleria when 'hungry' is mentioned. Maybe she has a treat? The dog obviously does not commonly miss meals. She begins moving her fingers through the motions of another spell, but holds onto it when it is almost through. "Lead on, on expert protectors, Sunblade." To Elaria? "Feel free to feed Sunshine. He's not picky. He's also an unapologetic glutton."
Melon turns her eyes out, and ears out, to listen closely for any shadows to jump at. She follows them, weapon in hand. "What exactly are these things that you guys...fought...before?"
Rainbowbeam pages: Holding the spell 'protection from evil'.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "The dog is now shedding light as per a torch. <_< >_>"

Looking to Melon and Eleria in turn, Divada sums it up as she starts to walk. "Think of the most disgusting, hairy and bloated bear you've ever seen, then make it ugly. Then you have a Dretch. However, they are not native to our 'plane of existence', and like to kidnap children for sport." She then looks to Jeor. "And you know I don't like things that kidnap children."
[RPOne] Divada actually....has that spell on perma-ready. XD

Eleria beams when the dog comes up to her, and she scratches vigorously behind Sunshine's ears. "Sorry, boy, I don't have anything on me. You protect us just fine, and we'll get you food when we get back, okay?" She puts her finger to her lips, before starting to shadow the bigger meatshields.
Melon's question gets a baffled shrug. "I do not know," she whispers, eyes turning up to the trees around them. Divada's description gets her to frown. "What do they look like?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Same with Mage Hand."
<OOC> Melon says, "I think she just described them. XD"
r1 :notes that they're Small creatures, Divada.
[RPOne] Phanuel notes that they're Small creatures, Divada.
<OOC> Divada says, "yes I did. XD"
r1 No more than four feet tall.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "No more than four feet tall."
<OOC> Eleria facepalms.
<OOC> Eleria says, "I missed the "bear" part, sorry."
[RPOne] Divada says, "description still applies....just a small bear. XD"
"Horrid. Bears aren't meant to be ugly. How big are they? Can they climb trees?" Ohhh, that's a worrisome thought. "And...what do they do with the children?"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... *calls Lady Primrose to fight the evil bear*"
@emit %R %T It's easy enough to see where they lead deeper off into the woods - from the looks of it there was more than one of these things. The tree branches hang low in the forest; the decision to make the rest of the journey on foot is a good one. The party's druid is right at home out here, slipping past thorns, brambles and low-hanging branches with natural ease. The rest of the party may not be so lucky, and the going is slow. This is untamed wilderness, after all. %R%R %T The tracks connect up with other tracks at some points, as it seems there were others; the claw and foot-marks are fairly small, but long and floppy, and their step is heavy on the earth. After about a half-hour of walking, an acrid stench reaches your nostrils; the unmistakable smell of death. Those with sight in the dark can make out a cave entrance in the side of a rocky outcropping, not far from where you now stand. All of the tracks lead in and out of there. Corpses, humanoid and animal alike, are strewn about like so much refuse near the entrance... a few of them are children of various races and ages, the rest adults or animals, a couple of wolves, several deer. All of them have had their hearts ripped out of their chests, and a look of terror is frozen into their glassy eyes. The religious among the party can feel the taint of evil emanating from the cave - even the air and earth feel tainted.

It's easy enough to see where they lead deeper off into the woods - from the looks of it there was more than one of these things. The tree branches hang low in the forest; the decision to make the rest of the journey on foot is a good one. The party's druid is right at home out here, slipping past thorns, brambles and low-hanging branches with natural ease. The rest of the party may not be so lucky, and the going is slow. This is untamed wilderness, after all.

The tracks connect up with other tracks at some points, as it seems there were others; the claw and foot-marks are fairly small, but long and floppy, and their step is heavy on the earth. After about a half-hour of walking, an acrid stench reaches your nostrils; the unmistakable smell of death. Those with sight in the dark can make out a cave entrance in the side of a rocky outcropping, not far from where you now stand. All of the tracks lead in and out of there. Corpses, humanoid and animal alike, are strewn about like so much refuse near the entrance... a few of them are children of various races and ages, the rest adults or animals, a couple of wolves, several deer. All of them have had their hearts ripped out of their chests, and a look of terror is frozen into their glassy eyes. The religious among the party can feel the taint of evil emanating from the cave - even the air and earth feel tainted.

As the stench reaches Melon's nose, the half-elf gags and claps a hand over her nose. "Ugh! What is...wha...oh gods." It only takes a few moments of horrified staring before she can avert her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "That's horrid," she squeaks, white-knuckling her death ray and gesturing at the nearest mangled, bloody corpse.
<OOC> Melon says nose one more time. Nose.
Azog casts a long shadow before him as the dog's collar lights up, and he shrugs. "So much for the cover of darkness," he mumbles, and now he does draw the blade at his hip. It glows faintly, much less than the torch, but anything lit can be seen forever in the dark of night. Walking without comment on into the woods until they reach the edge of the cave, he halts at that point and whispers, "Are you all ready?" Whatever he might think of the sight of the carnage, he remains silent on the issue.

Eleria gives a little squeak of distress when that smell hits her nose, and she puts a hand over her nose. "Oh, Earth Mother..." she says quietly at the sight of the corpses all around them, expression drawn tight. "This is a sick, unnatural place. Too much death..." Bringing her hand down from her mouth, the elf swallows and closes her eyes. Her silhouette in the darkness shivers as feathers sprout from the side of her head. She lets out a breath, notching her bow and peering towards the cave entrance, then back at the group, hesitantly. This is the point of no return.
Also, nose.
Jeor looks around and the corpses and shakes his head "I smell some kind of ritual, keep close aim for anything that looks priestly." looking at Azog he takes a deep breath "Lets go say hello." he raises his sword and shield next to Azog, hoping to be half the wall his fellow warrior is.

Keeping mostly to the back of the pack, Divada takes a bit to actually see the cave, until everyone is right on top of it. She covers her mouth and nose so she doesn't have to smell the stench of death. "Well, you did ask what they were doing with the children." There is a growl in her voice by now, but she seems to agree with Jeor. "And say goodbye to them."
Frowny face indeed. Rainbowbeam's face is mostly livid. "Those are children... CHILDREN. Althea shall vent her motherly wrath this day and see to it that every last monster among them is slain. This I promise." She nods to Azog, then moves to stand close behind Jeor,"When the battle starts, I shall imbue you with Althea's protection, Sunblade." She lifts her voice a little more,"Don't be afraid to call out, any of you, if you are injured." She turns her concentration inward, small sparks of divine energy jumping the gap between her fingers.

Eleria snorts quietly, giving Rainbowbeam an appreciative look. "Let's provide a gift of unnatural blood to our gods tonight, sister." At the mention of getting injured, Eleria pats the healing wand stuck into her belt, making sure it's still there. "Ready." Still, she's not going to be the first to step into that nasty cave...

<OOC> Eleria says, "Scuse me a moment. Testing out +roll"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (4)+4+1: 9
Melon adds her own frowny face. "Heave ho, then," she murmurs. Though Eleria gets a little side-glance there. "Let's give 'em hell." This is the best pose ever.
<OOC> Eleria laughs!
<OOC> Melon is totally with it.
GAME: Eleria casts Aspect of the Falcon.
<OOC> Eleria says, "I should probably actually cast the spell, instead of just posing it."
<OOC> Melon says, "MEBBE"
Azog nods curtly to Rainbowbeam, but says, "You cannot expect honor from these creatures. They will give no quarter, nor ask it." He steels himself and moves forward, mumbling a few Yrch words to honor his ancestors as he proceeds into the cave. To Jeor, he simply agrees, "We shall slay them." His footsteps are heavy, his armor clanks and scrapes as the heavy plates shift with each step, but he advances steadfastly, though he does pause to leave his horse tied to a tree outside the cave.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Incidentally, the light on the collar thing? It's why she's named sunshine. :D"
[RPOne] Melon grins.
[RPOne] Azog says, "Heh"
@emit %R %T The cave is completely dark at the entrance, and if it were not for the light of Azog's glowing weapon no one would be able to see anything - Sunshine, Rainbowbeam's faithful dog, is visibly shaken by what she sees here, and bolts away to dig a little burrow to hide in until her master returns. The entrance is steep and slick, and only wide enough for two abreast - Azog and Jeor can barely squeeze in together side by side. Though it's still possible to find your footing as you all walk down it is by no means easy or convenient. %R%R %T The entrance smooths out as it nears the entrance, and the faint glow of mana-lamps can be seen in what must be the cave proper. Inside the cieling is about twenty feet tall, and every little sound seems to echo. There's a pool of water that slowly collects dripping water from the ceiling in that part, forming a calcified lip over the rock. On the other side of the cave is a desk covered in parchments, a small but comfortable-looking bed and what looks like a rough altar covered in bloody runes. %R%R Most importantly, in the center of the room there stands a shocking creature. He stands tall, fairly well-muscled but not He-Man strong like Jeor or Azog. His skin is blue and scaled; his eyes burn red like coals and two horns grow out of his forehead. Large, bat-like wings spread out behind him. His body is dressed in robes of garish orange and there's a longsword at his belt. There's a smirk on his face as the party makes their way down. "Took you long enough," he says, his basso voice low and sinister. "Have you come to dance, little fools? I'm so glad you came - my minions are rather inefficient. I prefer to do these things myself."

The cave is completely dark at the entrance, and if it were not for the light of Azog's glowing weapon no one would be able to see anything - Sunshine, Rainbowbeam's faithful dog, is visibly shaken by what she sees here, and bolts away to dig a little burrow to hide in until her master returns. The entrance is steep and slick, and only wide enough for two abreast - Azog and Jeor can barely squeeze in together side by side. Though it's still possible to find your footing as you all walk down it is by no means easy or convenient.

The entrance smooths out as it nears the entrance, and the faint glow of mana-lamps can be seen in what must be the cave proper. Inside the cieling is about twenty feet tall, and every little sound seems to echo. There's a pool of water that slowly collects dripping water from the ceiling in that part, forming a calcified lip over the rock. On the other side of the cave is a desk covered in parchments, a small but comfortable-looking bed and what looks like a rough altar covered in bloody runes.

Most importantly, in the center of the room there stands a shocking creature. He stands tall, fairly well-muscled but not He-Man strong like Jeor or Azog. His skin is blue and scaled; his eyes burn red like coals and two horns grow out of his forehead. Large, bat-like wings spread out behind him. His body is dressed in robes of garish orange and there's a longsword at his belt. There's a smirk on his face as the party makes their way down. "Took you long enough," he says, his basso voice low and sinister. "Have you come to dance, little fools? I'm so glad you came - my minions are rather inefficient. I prefer to do these things myself."
Rainbowbeam pages: If I may, I'd like to tap Jeor and release the spell on him.
Rainbowbeam pages: Or, rather release my hold on it and put it on him (the previous statement seemed awkward).
Rainbowbeam pages: She's a priestess of a hearth goddess, so...
Rainbowbeam pages: Mispage.
<OOC> Azog notes he has Darkvision.
<OOC> Divada has low light vision.
<OOC> Jeor has low light.
<OOC> Melon, low-light.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Low light"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam has a glowing dog.
[RPOne] Divada says, "hmm....."
[RPOne] Divada says, "would resist energy be prudent to use?"
<OOC> Divada says, "test"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Do you know what kind of energy he'll be attacking with?"
Divada has disconnected.
Divada has connected.
<OOC> Divada says, "strange."
[RPOne] Azog says, "Do you know what kind of energy he'll be attacking with? (re)"

As they approach the cave, Eleria lowers her bow briefly to draw a hand over her magically enhanced eyes, peering off into the dimness of the cave. She comes up behind the giant, peering around him at that desk...so she actually misses the occupant until he talks. She squeaks in surprise, jumping back a step and bringing her bow up to bear on the speaker, eyes wide and her hands trembling just a little. Eep! Scary! "Th-things?"
GAME: Eleria casts Detect Magic.
<OOC> Eleria says, "What's up?"
[RPOne] Azog says, "What did you see last?"
Rainbowbeam frowns and reaches out to put a hand on the armor at Jeor's back to release the magic into him and says to him simply,"Go get him, Sunblade. The time for Mercy has passed." She flicks her eyes to the blood-covered altar with its awful runes and blanches as she narrows her eyes trying to read it. She lifts her voice to the man in robes,"I don't suppose that you would care very much, sir, if I told you you did a horrid thing."
page rainbowbeam=Gotcha!
You paged Rainbowbeam with 'Gotcha!'
[RPOne] Divada says, "melon, low light"
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Protection From Evil.
[RPOne] Divada says, "no idea, Azog."
page eleria=There's necromantic magic everywhere - it's probably a Desecrate spell.
You paged Eleria with 'There's necromantic magic everywhere - it's probably a Desecrate spell.'
Eleria pages: Good to know! Thanks!
[RPOne] Azog says, "I don't think you missed any poses, then. And if you don't know, then Resist Energy might not help at all."
[RPOne] Divada says, "probably not then."
To (Jeor, Phanuel), Rainbowbeam pages: +2 deflection bonus to Ac, +2 resistance bonus to saves, and a second saving throw against effects that possess or exercise mental control, summoned evil creatures also can't touch him with natural attacks unless he attacks them first.
<OOC> Eleria slips some info in.

"There's necromantic magic everywhere," Eleria whispers to the group in those tense moments before the attack, "The demon has desecrated this whole place with evil magic," she says, acid dripping off her tongue as she says that.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "What's everyone's ac looking like?"
[RPOne] Melon says, "12, here."

Keeping towards the back, as usual, Divada shakes her head as she looks around, and growling at the horned speaker. She doesn't say anything to him, for she knew it would not listen to reason at all. However, she figured this was the source of the dretch menace.
[RPOne] Divada has 14.....can raise it to 18 for a few rounds, but that's it.
[RPOne] Azog says, "26"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "20"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "22 with prot from evil."
[RPOne] Divada says, "however, let's face it, if I need my AC, I'm dead."
[RPOne] Azog says, "Also, I'm going to pose rushing in if no one objects? I don't want to give him a round to prep if I can help it."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Go head, I was thinking the same thing"
[RPOne] Melon says, "Go for it."
[RPOne] Divada says, "if I go before you, Azog, I'm gonna try and hit him with scorching ray first."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I've still got shield of faith prepped if anyone wants it."

Jeor grimmaces under his helmet and grips his sword tighter "The justice of the Platinum Dragon will not be denied. It matters not what evils you have brought forth, the light of the Shining One will always find you and destroy you."
Azog walks forward into the lit chamber, and he scans around for signs of ambush as the creature greets them with a challenge. "We have come to slay you," he replies, looking back over his shoulder to Eleria and asking, "So, can we do anything about it?" But for his part, once he sees that there are no other ambushers, he'll rush forward and attack before the thing can prepare itself further.
Melon brings up the back with Divada, still clutching her nose. When the creature speaks, she jumps and fumbles on her ray gun again, until she's holding it with both hands, squeaking. This is a battle-hardened warrior, this one is.

"I cannot," Eleria whispers, "It's a magic that's beyond my power to counter. Perhaps other divine magic..." She steadies her arrow with a breath, readying herself to fire at the first sign of combat.
<OOC> Eleria readies an action.
@emit %R %T A thin smile spreads across the demonic humanoid's features, and at the heroes' comments he laughs openly, harsh and mocking. "Oh, I'm hurt," he sneers. "You don't like my redecorating? I only tried to make the place feel a bit more... homey." His wings twitch and flap restlessly, and he rests his palm on the hilt of his longsword. When Azog rushes in his expression turns into a snarl and with a buffeting of his wings he soars up to the cieling, barking laughter down at the groundlings. "You've walked into your deaths, fools! Your pain will be LEGENDARY!" %R%R %T A second later he's muttering words in an arcane tongue and gesturing; once he's done a dretch pops into existence beneath his feet. It hisses at Azog, ready to fight! At the same time, a disgusting little imp-like creature seems to leap off of the demon-man's back, flying at his side. %R%R Combat begins!

A thin smile spreads across the demonic humanoid's features, and at the heroes' comments he laughs openly, harsh and mocking. "Oh, I'm hurt," he sneers. "You don't like my redecorating? I only tried to make the place feel a bit more... homey." His wings twitch and flap restlessly, and he rests his palm on the hilt of his longsword. When Azog rushes in his expression turns into a snarl and with a buffeting of his wings he soars up to the cieling, barking laughter down at the groundlings. "You've walked into your deaths, fools! Your pain will be LEGENDARY!"

A second later he's muttering words in an arcane tongue and gesturing; once he's done a dretch pops into existence beneath his feet. It hisses at Azog, ready to fight! At the same time, a disgusting little imp-like creature seems to leap off of the demon-man's back, flying at his side.

Combat begins!
+prhelp
====================> +prhelp System for Tenebrae MUX <=====================

Help on the following topics is available by typing: +prhelp <topic>.

player runner
timestop
pathfinder

beginners guide to plotrunning
prp policies

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+thelp

==================> +thelp Help System for Tenebrae MUX <===================

This is the help system for the Timestop object. Note than when dropped, the interior of a timestop will display the description of the room it was dropped in. Always ask a DM or PM if you should enter the timestop first, however. This function is mostly intended for use on the grid.

For Participants
+init Rolls your initiative for the scene.
+tinit Shows the current initiative total.
+tenter Enters the timestop. The DM or PM
will indicate if you should use
this.
+texit Exits you to the room the timestop
was dropped in.

For DMs, PMs, or Scene Runners
+cinit Clears all +inits.
+rminit <name> Clear +init for <name>.
+refocus <name> Refocuses <name> PC or NPC.
+modinit <name>=<init> Changes <names>'s init to <init>.
+jinit <name>/<dex bonus>=<total Bonus> Rolls init for NPC. Do not use spaces.

For DMs and PMs
+tsweep Empties timestop of players, objects,
and so on. It sends them to the room
the timestop was dropped in.
+tpause Temporarily disables player commands,
but not ones required for maintenance
(such as +cinit, +tsweep).
+tunpause Reenables player commands.
+tsummon Calls the timestop back to its owner.

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+jinit Nyzoth/+4=
GAME: You roll initiative for Nyzoth: Roll: 3 + Bonus: = Total: 3
+jinit Quasit/+6=
GAME: You roll initiative for Quasit: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+jinit Dretch/+0=
GAME: You roll initiative for Dretch: Roll: 8 + Bonus: = Total: 8
+init
GAME: You roll initiative: Roll: 13 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 14
GAME: Phanuel rolls initiative: Roll: 13 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 14
ooc Everyone roll Initiative!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll Initiative!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls initiative: Roll: 14 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 16
GAME: Eleria rolls init: (9)+3: 12
GAME: Melon rolls initiative: Roll: 1 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 3
GAME: Azog rolls initiative: Roll: 15 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 17
GAME: Divada rolls initiative: Roll: 5 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 8
+rminit phanuel
GAME: 'phanuel' removed from initiative list.
<OOC> Melon says, "BEST ROLL"
<OOC> Eleria says, "WOOT WOOT!"
<OOC> Divada says, "type +init"
<OOC> Melon throws up the horns.
GAME: Jeor rolls initiative: Roll: 8 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 9
GAME: Eleria rolls initiative: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 23
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh. Okay, I'll take that one."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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8 Dretch
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Divada says, "huh. I don't go last."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I take it only we and the GM see our initiative rolls?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Type +tinit."
<OOC> Melon probably does go last. XD
<OOC> Melon says, "Whoooa. Neat!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Cooool"
ooc Okay! Here's the layout: the demon-dude is flying up near the cieling. There's an imp-like being flying beside him and there's a nasty, flabby demon beneath his feet. So. Eleria! What're you doing?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay! Here's the layout: the demon-dude is flying up near the cieling. There's an imp-like being flying beside him and there's a nasty, flabby demon beneath his feet. So. Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Melon says, "How big is the room?"
<OOC> Azog says, "How high is the flying guy?"
ooc He's fifteen feet up.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "He's fifteen feet up."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I'm firing my readied arrow at the demon guy, and then moving to try and find cover."
ooc The room itself is eighty feet by eighty feet.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The room itself is eighty feet by eighty feet."
<OOC> Azog says, "So, too high to swing at? Is there any furniture to step up on?"
<OOC> Melon says, "Awesome gotcha"
ooc Yep, too high to swing at for now.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, too high to swing at for now."
ooc No furniture that you can see, no.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No furniture that you can see, no."
<OOC> Divada says, "so we'll have to bring it down."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Alright, I want to move towards the altar after my shot, then."
ooc Okay. Roll that shot!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Roll that shot!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (3)+4+1: 8
<OOC> Eleria says, "Awww"
ooc Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Misses. You do make it to cover behind the altar, however."
ooc Azog! Whatcha doing?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog! Whatcha doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Excellent."
<OOC> Azog says, "Would he be hittable if I step up on the desk or altar?"
ooc Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Run to the desk and make me an Acrobatics roll to jump high enough to hit him."
ooc There's also a dretch on the ground.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's also a dretch on the ground."
ooc The roll's going to be hard, just warning you.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The roll's going to be hard, just warning you."
(New BB message (7/6) posted to 'IC: Rumors and Gossip' by Kama'o: Balefire celebration)
<OOC> Azog says, "So, no, not possible. I'll ready an action to attack him if he gets within range of a partial charge."
ooc Not hitting the dretch? Okay.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Not hitting the dretch? Okay."
ooc Rainbow!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbow!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I cast command on the dude."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "This'll probably fail, but he needs to make a will save."
+roll d20 + 5
GAME: Phanuel rolls d20 + 5: (2)+d20+5: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He fails."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I issue the command: Fall."
<OOC> Divada dances1
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
Rainbowbeam pages: He'll drop out of the sky and remain prone for one round.
ooc K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, what're you commanding? Fall, got it! he drops to the ground. Flop! He's prone. Good one."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Thanks. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "Triggering my readied action?"
ooc Azog, you can charge now, so go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog, you can charge now, so go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (19)+11: 30
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (2)+11: 13
[RPOne] Azog sighs. So much for threat city.
ooc Both hit. Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Both hit. Roll damage."
<OOC> Azog says, "One roll, and an attempt to confirm threat."
ooc Actually the second one misses.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Actually the second one misses."
<OOC> Eleria snaps fingers.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Crit town, population yoU! :D"
ooc So you don't confirm crit.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you don't confirm crit."
Rainbowbeam narrows her eyes when the man lifts out of reach of her friends with the heavy big weapons,"Oh no you don't you child-murdering bastard." She sketches a divine sigil in the air, leaving trails of light briefly, then utters the word,"FALL." Her voice reverberates with power, and the man falls from the air, dropping to the ground.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is that with his prone ac?"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Aww"
<OOC> Azog says, "Is that counting him being prone, since he fell rather than landing?"
ooc Yep, with his prone AC>
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep, with his prone AC>"
<OOC> Azog says, "OK"
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
Rainbowbeam pages: ... This caster is kinda my hero, with ac like that. I could learn from him. <3
ooc Okay, ouch! Jeor!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, ouch! Jeor!"
Eleria pages: Your big bad might be screwed.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Plus the provocation of AoO's when he rises. YAY! :D"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite then charge and power attack the prone thing."
ooc Okay, roll it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it."
page eleria=For fucks sake >_<
You paged Eleria with 'For fucks sake >_<'
<OOC> Jeor says, "Its an evil outsider for smite purposes right?"
From afar, Eleria laughs!
ooc Yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
Azog ignores the dretch for the moment. If it's like the ones the other day, it wasn't any sort of threat to him but took a lot of effort to kill, and he really feels the need to concentrate on this creature rather than spending time wailing futilely on something that's unlikely to hurt him. And his patience pays off quickly as Rainbowbeam's command sends it tumbling. Azog is off the mark quickly, charging towards the creature and swinging his blade down, the faintly glowing steel striking the creature and injuring it.
GAME: Jeor rolls +7+1-1+3: (15)++7+1+-1+3: 25
ooc Hit. Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit. Roll damage."
GAME: Jeor rolls 1d8+5+4+2: (6)+5+4+2: 17
<OOC> Jeor says, "Bypassed all DR"
<OOC> Azog has a magic weapon, but nothing else special for bypassing DR
<OOC> Jeor says, "Smite bypasses DR. :D"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "For an extraplanar creature, that should bypass it good."
ooc Okay, 17 damage. Now the quasit goes! It's going to fly above you all and let out a horrifying screech. Everyone roll me a will save!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, 17 damage. Now the quasit goes! It's going to fly above you all and let out a horrifying screech. Everyone roll me a will save!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "A magic weapon that is."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Eleria rolls will: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Divada rolls will: (7)+5: 12
GAME: Melon rolls will: (18)+1: 19
GAME: Jeor rolls will+2: (9)+6+2: 17
ooc Divada and the dretch now go at the same time. You all made it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada and the dretch now go at the same time. You all made it."
<OOC> Divada says, "huh?"
ooc You and the dretch go at the same time now, Divada. You all made your will saves.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You and the dretch go at the same time now, Divada. You all made your will saves."
<OOC> Divada says, "oh okie."
GAME: Azog rolls will: (13)+3: 16
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought it was because of the will save. sorry."
ooc The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The dretch is going to run past Azog and Jeor, triggering AoOs from them, and then he's going to release a horrible cloud of noxious gas."
<OOC> Azog says, "I think I get a bonus vs fear?"
ooc You still made it. =P
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You still made it. =P"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ewwww..."
ooc Everyone roll me fortitude!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Everyone roll me fortitude!"
GAME: Melon rolls fort: (1)+4: 5
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (20)+3: 23
<OOC> Azog says, "Sorry, lagging. AoO"
GAME: Eleria rolls fort: (18)+4: 22
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (18)+9: 27
Jeor bounds for the prone creature and brings his shining steel down upon the demons head "By the Platinum Dragon I delcare thee guilty of murder and more. I sentence thee to death!" as he says the last word the sword plunges into the creatures shoulder, drawing blood and wetting his blade.
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls fort: (5)+4: 9
GAME: Jeor rolls fort+2: (2)+8+2: 12
GAME: Azog rolls fort: (10)+6: 16
ooc Okay, give me those AoOs, Jeor and Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, give me those AoOs, Jeor and Azog!"
GAME: Jeor rolls +7: (18)++7: 25
<OOC> Azog points up to his.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Actually I dont take mine, if thats ok."
ooc Well, Jeor, Rainbowbeam, Melon, you are all now nauseated.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, Jeor, Rainbowbeam, Melon, you are all now nauseated."
<OOC> Melon hrghle
ooc Roll damage Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll damage Azog!"
<OOC> Azog says, "Ah, for the guy standing up, I forgot. Oh well."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (9)+8: 17
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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8 Dretch
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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ooc Nyzoth is flat on his face. Melon! You're nauseated. :( Recap pose incoming!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nyzoth is flat on his face. Melon! You're nauseated. :( Recap pose incoming!"
<OOC> Divada says, "you skipped me I think."
ooc Oh sorry, go ahead and go!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh sorry, go ahead and go!"
ooc Big scene, sorry.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Big scene, sorry."
<OOC> Divada says, "Scorching ray on the fleeing dretch if it's not dead and not near anyone else."
ooc It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's pretty close to you guys, but you can try to hit it anyway."
ooc Roll for it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll for it!"
<OOC> Divada says, "ranged touch."
ooc Yeah, roll for it. =P
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (3)+4: 7
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, roll for it. =P"
<OOC> Divada says, "figures."
ooc Swing and a miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
GAME: Divada refreshes spells.
<OOC> Eleria sits with Divada in the "missed my ranged attack" corner.
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.

Sticking close to the entrance, Divada walks her way away from the entrance and tries to fire a scorching ray at the fleeing dretch, despite holding her hand over her mouth to keep out the noxious fumes. She misses horribly though.
[RPOne] Divada should probably stick with magic missile. ugh.
Melon isn't so good at keeping her cool against those fumes, and she claps a hand over her mouth and nose, doubling over. "Oh, gods," she utters, looking a little green around the gills.
@emit %R %T Eleria fires off an arrow as soon as the demon flies up into the air, but it misses and she runs for cover, finding it behind the bespattered altar. Azog is only inconvenienced for a flash as Rainbowbeam's command causes the demon's wings to lock up and send him plummeting; his and Jeor's swords find purchase in his scaly flesh, running him through. At that moment the quasit screeches, causing a wave of panic to spread through the cave, but Our Heroes maintain their cool. They don't quite maintain their composure when the dretch jumps past Azog, who lops its arm off but doesn't quite kill it, and unleashes a noxious cloud of horrible fumes that has half the party reeling. %R%R %T A new round begins!

Eleria fires off an arrow as soon as the demon flies up into the air, but it misses and she runs for cover, finding it behind the bespattered altar. Azog is only inconvenienced for a flash as Rainbowbeam's command causes the demon's wings to lock up and send him plummeting; his and Jeor's swords find purchase in his scaly flesh, running him through. At that moment the quasit screeches, causing a wave of panic to spread through the cave, but Our Heroes maintain their cool. They don't quite maintain their composure when the dretch jumps past Azog, who lops its arm off but doesn't quite kill it, and unleashes a noxious cloud of horrible fumes that has half the party reeling.

A new round begins!
ooc The 'Stinking Cloud' remains another round. I don't need new fort saves from you, do I?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The 'Stinking Cloud' remains another round. I don't need new fort saves from you, do I?"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Oh heck, Nausiated is worse than I thought."
<OOC> Eleria | This condition lasts as long as the creature is in the cloud and for 1d4+1 rounds after it leaves. (Roll separately for each nauseated character.) Any creature that succeeds on its save but remains in the cloud must continue to save each round on your turn.
ooc Okay. Eleria! You're not actually in the cloud. >_> What are you going to do?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay. Eleria! You're not actually in the cloud. >_> What are you going to do?"
[RPOne] Azog reads, acks
<OOC> Eleria says, "Hmmm... Gonna fire an arrow at the Quasit."
ooc Roll it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls weapon1+1: (17)+4+1: 22
ooc Hit! Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d8: (6): 6
ooc The arrow kinda scratches it. Owch.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The arrow kinda scratches it. Owch."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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8 Dretch
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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ooc Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Phooey. Stupid DR."
<OOC> Azog reads up on nauseated, I can't really do anything except get out of the cloud, yes?
<OOC> Eleria says, "yeah."
ooc Get out of the cloud, yeah.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Get out of the cloud, yeah."
+roll d4 + 1
GAME: Phanuel rolls d4 + 1: (6)+d4+1: 7
<OOC> Azog says, "I will do so."
<OOC> Eleria says, "For all you nauseated people, you're only allowed a move action. No swift or standard."
+roll 1d4 + 1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 + 1: (2)+1: 3
<OOC> Azog says, "Um, hang on."
<OOC> Azog says, "How does d4+1 become 7?"
ooc The nausea lasts 3 rounds after. I don't know, ignore that roll. =P
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The nausea lasts 3 rounds after. I don't know, ignore that roll. =P"
<OOC> Azog says, "OK"
ooc The second roll had proper syntax.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The second roll had proper syntax."
ooc Rainbowbeam!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Rainbowbeam!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a pokemon move."
Azog swings at the dretch going by, purely by reflex, forgetting he was trying to hold his swing to harry the bad guy from getting up. His blade strikes true on the dretch for what that's worth, his mighty arm and long blade making for a hearty strike against the creature, though not really accomplishing what he'd hoped. Then he coughs as he gets a whiff of the scent it's releasing, coughing harder and trying not to sick up. Unable to swing or do anything, he scrambles for the edge of the cloud of disgusting gas so he can try and gets ome clean air. To no avail, he heaves hard as he runs for it, pausing just outside the cloud to empty his guts.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Wait, Azog was nausiated?"
ooc Wait Azog, you made the fort save.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Wait Azog, you made the fort save."
<OOC> Azog says, "You said I'd failed the save?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh!"
ooc No I didn't That was Jeor.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No I didn't That was Jeor."
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh, let me repose."
<OOC> Jeor says, "yeah I need to roll a 3 to make it, I rolled 2. XD"
ooc :apologizes!
<OOC> Phanuel apologizes!
ooc What're you doing instead?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "What're you doing instead?"
<OOC> Divada says, "beat up the guy then! XD"
<OOC> Azog says, "I will attack, then, if the bad guy is still there?"
ooc He hasn't gotten up yet!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "He hasn't gotten up yet!"
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (6)+9: 15
page lahar whirl=That one spell, command, completely ruined it. >_>
You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'That one spell, command, completely ruined it. >_>'
<OOC> Azog says, "Plus whatever for hitting a prone person"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they just have, like, a -4 to ac."
ooc It's not a plus, it's a -4 to his AC. That misses, Az.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not a plus, it's a -4 to his AC. That misses, Az."
<OOC> Azog says, "Roger."
ooc RB! What're you doing?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Just to make sure we're all on the same page: Everyone in the cloud can only see 5 feet in front of them, right? And everyone has concealment."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "... Moving out of the cloud. I'm pretty sure that's all I can do. :D"
ooc Yeah, it's just like fog cloud.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, it's just like fog cloud."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Is Sunshine's light helping that concealment at all?"
<OOC> Eleria thumbs up. "Cool."
r1 The fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "The fog obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet."
[RPOne] Melon is pretty sure Sunshine ran and hid before we entered the cave.
r1 He really didn't want to go in, RB>
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "He really didn't want to go in, RB>"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... St00pid dog."
ooc Jeor! Running out of the cloud?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor! Running out of the cloud?"
Azog swings at the dretch going by, purely by reflex, forgetting he was trying to hold his swing to harry the bad guy from getting up. His blade strikes true on the dretch for what that's worth, his mighty arm and long blade making for a hearty strike against the creature, though not really accomplishing what he'd hoped. Then he coughs as he gets a whiff of the scent it's releasing, coughing harder and trying not to sick up. Swinging through the hazy mist of putrescence and his own attempt at holding his bile down, Azog is unable to hit the creature.
<OOC> Jeor says, "Pretty much"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Thats me."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I see it now. :D"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Missed that in your cave-set."
ooc K, Divada, you're in a cloud of smelly fog. Gonna run out and cast something?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "K, Divada, you're in a cloud of smelly fog. Gonna run out and cast something?"

Jeor is blindsided by the stink of the thing, he has been in sewers and worse but the demon emits an unholy stink. All the halfgiant can do to keep from drowning in his helmet is stumbling a few feet and raising his visor to expell his breakfast.
<OOC> Divada says, "Yeah. See if I can't hit that dretch with a force missile."
GAME: Divada rolls 1d4+2: (2)+2: 4
+roll 1d100
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d100: (72): 72
ooc You make it through concealment.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You make it through concealment."
With a cough, and the sounds of puking, Rainbowbeam stumbles free of the cloud, eyes swimming and red,"Oh, gods.. Star Mother... please... aid me... because this really really hurts."
ooc However, the missile just kind of rolls off of him. :(
<OOC> Phanuel says, "However, the missile just kind of rolls off of him. :("
<OOC> Divada says, "okie."
<OOC> Divada says, "Damage resistance, huh? ugh."
ooc Quasit is going to swoop down and try to claw at you, Divada.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Quasit is going to swoop down and try to claw at you, Divada."
+roll 1d20 +7
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 +7: (17)+7: 24
ooc Hits! Make me a fort save.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Make me a fort save."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (1)+3: 4
ooc Ohmy.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ohmy."
+roll 1d4 -1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 -1: (3)+-1: 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
<OOC> Divada sighs.
ooc You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :(
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You take two regular damage and two Con damage. :("
+prhelp player runner
================> +prhelp: Plotroom Player Runner Commands <================

SYNTAX: +setdm
Sets yourself as the Player Runner.

SYNTAX: +pdmscan
Prints a simple table of all the players in the room with their race, level, current and maximum health, armor class and savings throws. Be sure to include this in submitted logs.

SYNTAX: +pdamage <player>=<amount>
This damages the player. Negative numbers will heal the target.

SYNTAX: +pnonlethal <player>=<amount>
As above, but for nonlethal damage.

SYNTAX: +pattrdamage <player>=<ability type>=<amount>
This will damage the target's relevant attribute score. Negative numbers will undo the damage.

==============================================================================
Eleria pages: I think spells ignore normal damage reduction.
page eleria=Only if it's DR/magic.
You paged Eleria with 'Only if it's DR/magic.'
page eleria=This is DR/cold iron and good
You paged Eleria with 'This is DR/cold iron and good'
From afar, Eleria | Spells, spell-like abilities, and energy attacks (even nonmagical fire) ignore damage reduction.
[RPOne] Divada says, "Well, this wizard won't last long here."
+pdamage divada=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for 2 points. 19 remaining.
+pattrdamage divada=dexterity=2
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's dexterity for 2 points. 2 total damage.
<OOC> Divada says, "I thought I got con damage?"
ooc The dretch is going to run up and try to claw at you, RB!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The dretch is going to run up and try to claw at you, RB!"
+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (16)+4: 20
+pdmscan
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Divada |DAWN_ELF|Wiz | 3 | 19 | 21 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 5 |
|Azog |ORC |Ftr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 25 | 6 | 3 | 3 |
|Jeor |GIANTBOR|Pal | 2 | 21 | 21 | 20 | 8 | 4 | 6 |
|Melon |HALF-ELF|Art | 2 | 13 | 13 | 12 | 4 | 5 | 1 |
|Rainbowbea|HUMAN |Clr | 2 | 16 | 16 | 18 | 4 | 2 | 8 |
|Eleria |WILD_ELF|Dru | 2 | 15 | 15 | 17 | 4 | 3 | 8 |

+roll 1d4 + 1
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4 + 1: (4)+1: 5
ooc You've been hit for 5. :(
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You've been hit for 5. :("
+pdamage rb=5
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for 5 points. 11 remaining.
ooc Okay, Nyzoth is going to try to get up, triggering an AoO!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth is going to try to get up, triggering an AoO!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I FROWN AT HIM."
<OOC> Eleria SCOWL
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (3)+9: 12
<OOC> Azog cries.
ooc You just miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You just miss!"

Divada moves her way out of the cloud and throws a force missile at the last place where the dretch was. She hits it, but it seems to shrug it off. "Damn. Spell resistance."
page eleria=All DR? Even DR that specifically says DR/something that isn't magic?
You paged Eleria with 'All DR? Even DR that specifically says DR/something that isn't magic?'
Eleria pages: I believe so. | The numerical part of a creature's damage reduction (or DR) is the amount of damage the creature ignores from normal attacks.
Eleria pages: That tells me that only is affected by weapon attacks.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Shouldnt there be a caster level chekc involved with spell resistance or did I just miss it?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "I dunno. I can't seem to hit for anything tonight, like Azog in the last leg."
page eleria=Well, okay.
You paged Eleria with 'Well, okay.'
From afar, Eleria shrugs. "I was with you, at first. Makes sense that force effects should be limited by DR."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Wasnt it a magic missle though? Normally I wouldnt nitpick but when its a death concent scene I want every scrap I can get. :("
r1 Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Okay, I was corrected on a rule: DR is overcome by magic damage. So RB didn't get hit because the dretch is dead!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "same here. At this point, I'm looking at running."
+rminit dretch
GAME: 'dretch' removed from initiative list.
[RPOne] Divada says, "oh that works."
+pdamage rainbowbeam=-5
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for -5 points. 16 remaining.
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Ah nice."
[RPOne] Azog says, "Whew."
r1 All corrected, all apologies.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "All corrected, all apologies."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Winner!"
ooc Now that Nyzoth is up, however, he's trying to fly up to the cieling.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Now that Nyzoth is up, however, he's trying to fly up to the cieling."
ooc Do you have combat reflexes azog?
Rainbowbeam pages: DR, as a rule, only applies to weapon damage. And magic weapons also almost always bypass all types of DR unless they're damage-typed DR, like 5/slash, piercing, bludgeoning.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Do you have combat reflexes azog?"
page rainbowbeam=:nods, I was corrected.
Long distance to Rainbowbeam: Phanuel nods, I was corrected.
Rainbowbeam pages: Okay. ^_^
<OOC> Azog says, "Sadly, no."
ooc Ok, well he's back up at the cieling.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ok, well he's back up at the cieling."
<OOC> Azog says, "Though he stood up on his last action, and I took an action since them, didn't I?"
ooc You attempted to do an AoO on him.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You attempted to do an AoO on him."
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh, he's standing and flying all in the same action?"
ooc :honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Phanuel honestly isn't sure if that's possible.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Two move actions."
<OOC> Divada says, "Full move, hm?"
ooc Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, he's not casting or anything. Yeah he's just moving."
<OOC> Azog nods. "It's possible, I've just lost track." ;)
ooc OK, recap incoming.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "OK, recap incoming."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Divada says, "What about Melon?"
<OOC> Divada says, "or are we just moving her out of the cloud?"
<OOC> Eleria nods
<OOC> Melon wants to move out of the cloud!
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar's sure you're doin' fine. :3
Melon staggers backwards, and tries to turn, to run away from the noxious stench in whatever direction she can. She gags, clutching her mouth tightly, trying hard not to retch.
<OOC> Melon says, "There >.>"
@emit %R %T Most of the party runs away from the cloud, either moving closer to Nyzoth or to either side of the cave, breaking up the tight bunching that they once had. Eleria fires off an arrow at the Quasit, which barely scratches it. Meanwhile Azog smashes the dretch into nonexistence but when he attempts to lay into the demon-man the uncanny monster manages to roll out of the way of the crushing blow, standing up and flying to the ceiling once again, looking haggard and dripping a foul-smelling ichor. %R%R %T A new round hath begun! %R

Most of the party runs away from the cloud, either moving closer to Nyzoth or to either side of the cave, breaking up the tight bunching that they once had. Eleria fires off an arrow at the Quasit, which barely scratches it. Meanwhile Azog smashes the dretch into nonexistence but when he attempts to lay into the demon-man the uncanny monster manages to roll out of the way of the crushing blow, standing up and flying to the ceiling once again, looking haggard and dripping a foul-smelling ichor.

A new round hath begun!

ooc Because I'm being nice, the nauseated condition is gone and so is the cloud. ^_^
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Because I'm being nice, the nauseated condition is gone and so is the cloud. ^_^"
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Also, picking up on some channel chatter...sounds like you have them on edge. DC scenes are a lil' rare, so it's sounding like it had the right effect. :3
page lahar whirl=I'm being nice and letting them no longer be nauseated from a 'Stinking Cloud', as it has affected most of the party.
You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'I'm being nice and letting them no longer be nauseated from a 'Stinking Cloud', as it has affected most of the party.'
From afar, to (Whirlpool, Phanuel): Lahar nod. XD
<OOC> Azog cheers!
ooc So, Eleria! What're you doing?
<OOC> Eleria says, "yay!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So, Eleria! What're you doing?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Is the Quasit within 30 feet? I take it it's up in Divada's face."
ooc Yup, it just scratched her really bad.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yup, it just scratched her really bad."
<OOC> Divada says, "yeah it did. Killing it would help me out a lot. XD"
ooc You're within 30 feet of the quasit yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're within 30 feet of the quasit yes."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Oh, forgot to blow this."
To (Whirlpool, Phanuel), Lahar pages: Sounds like they're working together, and worried a bit. That's awesome. I mean...we want them to be heroes. Just, a bit of edge-of-your-seat is good, darnit. X)
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Command.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Burst on the Quasit. Ranged touch attack..."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (17)+4+1: 22
<OOC> Azog says, "For the recap, didn't Divada finish off the dretch?"
ooc Wait yeah, that was Divada. I'll change it for the log!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Wait yeah, that was Divada. I'll change it for the log!"
ooc Hits! Roll it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hits! Roll it!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "He is "buffeted by winds and rain" and takes nonlethal damage, and -2 to attack for one round."
GAME: Eleria rolls 1d6+1: (4)+1: 5
ooc Sweet. Azog!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sweet. Azog!"
ooc Don't you have javelins or something?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Don't you have javelins or something?"
<OOC> Azog says, "I do, but I'd have to sheathe the sword and draw the javelin and I wouldn't attack til next round."
<OOC> Azog says, "Is there another creature on the ground still up?"
<OOC> Divada says, "the quasit on me."

Eleria, still scowling from the almost nonexistent damage she did to the flying menace, cranes her head up as it attacks the wizard. Rising up just a bit behind her cover, she yells, "Earth Mother's wrath will bring you your doom, demon!" She thrusts a hand out, and a blast of wind and rain springs forth, striking the flying creature and knocking it about as it hovers in the air.
<OOC> Eleria says, "The Quasit should be within melee reach."
ooc It is. Want to run and hit it?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It is. Want to run and hit it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Yes. Can I charge?"
ooc Go for it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Go for it."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+11: (1)+11: 12
<OOC> Azog says, "Or, nevermind."
ooc Swing and a miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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ooc RB! Whatcha gonna do?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB! Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay. I eyeball the Quasit with my Althean 'You're grounded' stare, then cast Cause Fear on the quasit."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Will save."
Azog's perserverance is strong, staying in the cloud to try and fight the monster, but the stink is so strong that he can't fight effectively at all, swinging wildly and completely missing as the thing rises to his feet and unable to stop it as it climbs into the air. It seems to have really thrown off Azog's concentration, and he tries to recenter himself, brow furrowing in concentration, which is a lot easier as the stinky cloud dissipates. There must be some kind of airflow through the cavern. With the one creature out of reach, he'll charge the quasit, but he hasn't completely gotten past the confusion of the cloud and his charge almost winds up in disaster, pulling his swing at the last moment, his blade striking the floor with a spark.
+roll 1d20 + 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 4: (12)+4: 16
ooc What's the DC?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "What's the DC?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "16."
ooc Gotta beat it, not meet it, so he's feared!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Gotta beat it, not meet it, so he's feared!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He is frightened."
<OOC> Azog says, "Ah, no, I think you do have to meet a DC?"
<OOC> Melon thinks you need to meet it.
ooc Oh, okay nvm then. He is /not/ frightened!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh, okay nvm then. He is /not/ frightened!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think they're right. So unless he's got penalties... He's not."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "He IS shaken, though."
ooc :nods, got it.
<OOC> Phanuel nods, got it.
ooc Jeor!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Jeor!"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Shaken, hrm? The real question, though, is: Is he stirred?"
Rainbowbeam finishes coughing up dinner, then straightens, wiping her mouth. She traces more glowing, silvery blue sigils in the air, chops her hand through it, and points at the Quasit,"Althea's eye be upon you! Fear, evil thing, and flee!"
<OOC> Jeor says, "Drop my sword, unlash my shield (move action) and draw heavy crossbow."
ooc :nods. The quasit is going to now try and leap on Azog's face!
<OOC> Phanuel nods. The quasit is going to now try and leap on Azog's face!
ooc Divada, what're you gonna do?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada, what're you gonna do?"
<OOC> Divada says, "Is the quasit off of me?"
ooc Yes, it is and it's at -4 to everything currently.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes, it is and it's at -4 to everything currently."
+roll 1d20 +7 - 4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 +7 - 4: (18)+7+- 4: 25
ooc Lemme redo that.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Lemme redo that."
+roll 1d20 + 3
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d20 + 3: (17)+3: 20
ooc Miss anyway!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Miss anyway!"
<OOC> Divada says, "I take a step back and try to hit the big guy with scrorching ray then."
ooc Roll that ranged touch attack!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll that ranged touch attack!"
[RPOne] Divada doubts she'll hit.
GAME: Divada rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6
<OOC> Divada sighs.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Anyone hurt significantly?"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Nope"
GAME: Divada casts Scorching Ray.
+pdmscan
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |
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|Divada |DAWN_ELF|Wiz | 3 | 19 | 21 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 5 |
|Azog |ORC |Ftr | 4 | 33 | 33 | 25 | 6 | 3 | 3 |
|Jeor |GIANTBOR|Pal | 2 | 21 | 21 | 20 | 8 | 4 | 6 |
|Melon |HALF-ELF|Art | 2 | 13 | 13 | 12 | 4 | 5 | 1 |
|Rainbowbea|HUMAN |Clr | 2 | 16 | 16 | 18 | 4 | 2 | 8 |
|Eleria |WILD_ELF|Dru | 2 | 15 | 15 | 17 | 4 | 3 | 8 |

[RPOne] Divada says, "not really."

She backs up from the quasit after she takes a rather nasty hit from the quasit. Divada then aims a scorching ray at the big winged baddie and misses horribly. 'How in the nine hells do wizards actually USE these spells?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "was I right or what?"
ooc Okay, Nyzoth and Melon act at the same time! Nyzoth is calling up a twenty foot radius of cold, greasy darkness that leeches at your very souls! Roll me will saves Melon and RB!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, Nyzoth and Melon act at the same time! Nyzoth is calling up a twenty foot radius of cold, greasy darkness that leeches at your very souls! Roll me will saves Melon and RB!"
GAME: Melon rolls will: (6)+1: 7
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Is this ability drain, a death effect, or energy drain?"
ooc Roll will and I'll tell you =P
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll will and I'll tell you =P"
ooc It's not any of those for Eldanar, no.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's not any of those for Eldanar, no."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Well, it'll change my roll..."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Okay."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls will: (1)+8: 9
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "FOOKING DICE."
<OOC> Eleria says, "OUch"
<OOC> Divada says, "seriously."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "DERP."
+roll 2d8
GAME: Phanuel rolls 2d8: (13): 13
<OOC> Rainbowbeam healerdie.
+roll ad4
GAME: Phanuel rolls ad4: (2)+ad4: 2
+roll 1d4
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d4: (2): 2
ooc Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, both of you take thirteen damage, and you're sickened for two rounds."
<OOC> Melon says, "Whup D: 0 HP."
+pdamage melon=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for 13 points. 0 remaining.
<OOC> Eleria D:
+pdamage rainbowbeam=13
GAME: Phanuel damaged Rainbowbeam for 13 points. 3 remaining.
<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes ahead and spends this.
GAME: Rainbowbeam casts Cause Fear.
ooc Okay, recap time! I'll explain what happens to you in the pose, Melon.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, recap time! I'll explain what happens to you in the pose, Melon."
<OOC> Melon says, "Kay~"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Would it be out of place to walk around with a loaded crossbow?! XD"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I have one at this moment, actually. Take it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "If they act at the same time, does she get an attack off before she goes down?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "She's at zero. She's staggered, not down."
[RPOne] Azog says, "I don't think it's possible. The bolt would fall out. And the bendy part would lose it's springiness."
[RPOne] Jeor says, "I have a crossbow, I just realized mine would take me a full round to load, should get a light one. XD"
<OOC> Eleria says, "True"
<OOC> Melon says, "Oh so do I get to attack?"
ooc Sure, squeeze one off.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Sure, squeeze one off."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "If his damage hits you before you attack, then yes, but it'll drop you into negatives."
<OOC> Divada says, "I can get her back up, RB"
<OOC> Melon says, "Because I'm staggered?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Don't waste your stuff. I've got channel."
ooc You're disabled at 0, not staggered.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're disabled at 0, not staggered."
ooc You're staggered at 0 with non-lethal.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You're staggered at 0 with non-lethal."
<OOC> Divada says, "all right. I should start MMing the big baddie anyways."
From afar, to (Phanuel, Whirlpool): Lahar squints. Might remind Rainbow that she has Channel Energy, though. ^^;
<OOC> Melon is confused now. What does this mean?
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Er, correct."
<OOC> Eleria says, "A standard action will deal 1 point of damage to you. A move action won't deal any damage."
<OOC> Melon says, "Ah...hrm."
<OOC> Divada says, "shoot him."
ooc So you can get off one standard action and falldowngoboom.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "So you can get off one standard action and falldowngoboom."
<OOC> Melon says, "Since it's at the same time, she'd probably shoot him. SO. How do I roll death ray?"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'm still thinking back to 3.5 when it was just staggered."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think it's just a ranged touch attack."
<OOC> Eleria says, "I think it's a ranged touch attack? So '+roll ranged'."
GAME: Melon rolls ranged: (16)+3: 19
<OOC> Divada says, "boo yeah!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Nice."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Melon woo! ... Now to figure out how to roll damage
<OOC> Divada says, "what's your damage? d4?"
ooc Nice!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Nice!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Damage is 1d6+intelligence."
ooc A hit. It's 1d6 + Int mod.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "A hit. It's 1d6 + Int mod."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oooo"
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+int: (2)+int: 2
<OOC> Melon er
<OOC> Eleria says, "Electricity, too. So it should bypass DR."
ooc Put in the number.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Put in the number."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Type out intelligence."
GAME: Melon rolls 1d6+4: (3)+4: 7
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "That works too!"
<OOC> Melon tries to work these newfangled commands. aggle
ooc Good one!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Good one!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Electricity damage. Nice. ^_^"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Dayum"
ooc You blast him with electricity, he writhes in agony and it's the last thing you see before you black out.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You blast him with electricity, he writhes in agony and it's the last thing you see before you black out."
<OOC> Eleria says, "KHAAAAAAAAAN"
look
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-<* Roleplay Room One *>--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-

A plot room!

Channel: RPOne
Add: addcom r1=RPOne
PrP Help: +prhelp
Cheat Sheet: http://bit.ly/pnmTow

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Divada Tall, red haired female elf 1s 1h
Rainbowbeam A be-robed, short eldanar woman with rose-colored gla 48s 3h
Azog A huge male orc with long black hair in a topknot. 6m 8h
Jeor Large armored knight bearing a sunburst crest 6m 6h
Phanuel A beardless, handsome red-haired man in armor. 0s 6h
Eleria Severe elven woman with red hair in a loose braid 47s 4h
Melon Smiley brunette half-elf covered in artificed gadgets 1m 8h
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RP1 Timestop(#752I)
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Plot Nexus <O>
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+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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<OOC> Melon says, "Uhh, err, I think... I shot at the big guy. I'm not entirely sure what's going on right now. @_@"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Yup! And you hit him. And now you're at -1 and dying."
<OOC> Melon thump.
<OOC> Divada says, "we got her."
<OOC> Eleria says, "(You won't have to worry about what that means until your next turn. Unless we heal you first, then you won't have to worry about it at all.)"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "She'll be up on my turn."
<OOC> Melon says, "Yay <3"
@emit %R %T Peril! In an attempt to get the quasit away from Divada, Eleria invokes the wrath of storm and buffets the flying beastie about with lashing wind and rain from out of nowhere! Meanwhile Azog attempts to charge the little thing and misses, Rainbowbeam shakes it to the core with holy power; it unsuccessfully tries to bite Azog's face, but as it is far too bewildered it does nothing of the sort. Divada's ray blasts the cave wall, loosening a couple of stalactites. Meanwhile Nyzoth unleashes unholy energies beneath the feet of Melon and Rainbowbeam, sapping the very life energies from them! The Artificer manages to raise her death ray and pummel Nyzoth with electricity, bringing him to the brink of death before she collapses. %R%R %T New round! %R

Peril! In an attempt to get the quasit away from Divada, Eleria invokes the wrath of storm and buffets the flying beastie about with lashing wind and rain from out of nowhere! Meanwhile Azog attempts to charge the little thing and misses, Rainbowbeam shakes it to the core with holy power; it unsuccessfully tries to bite Azog's face, but as it is far too bewildered it does nothing of the sort. Divada's ray blasts the cave wall, loosening a couple of stalactites. Meanwhile Nyzoth unleashes unholy energies beneath the feet of Melon and Rainbowbeam, sapping the very life energies from them! The Artificer manages to raise her death ray and pummel Nyzoth with electricity, bringing him to the brink of death before she collapses.

New round!

[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Should I channel, do you think, to heal myself as well, rebuke death, or just CLW?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "How badly does the demon dude seem to be hurt?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh hey, "brink of death". :B"
ooc Whatcha gonna do?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Whatcha gonna do?"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Storm Blast at the big dude."
GAME: Eleria rolls ranged+1: (9)+4+1: 14
[RPOne] Divada says, "I would say channel, even better if it doesn't heal big dude."
ooc Swing and a miss!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Swing and a miss!"
r1 It won't, he's too far away.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "It won't, he's too far away."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "It's selective, yeah."
r1 And you have the feat, good!
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "And you have the feat, good!"
ooc Oh I forgot, make me two fort saves, Divada.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Oh I forgot, make me two fort saves, Divada."
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (7)+3: 10
GAME: Divada rolls fort: (3)+3: 6
<OOC> Eleria snaps! Running over towards the passed out Melon with my move action, pulling out my wand of CLW while I go.
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam / :/ :/
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
+roll 1d2
GAME: Phanuel rolls 1d2: (2): 2
[RPOne] Divada says, "Eleria......"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Oh, unless there's still an area of effect there?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Rainbowbeam has it covered."
<OOC> Divada says, "did I just lose the con points permanently?"
ooc Okay Div, you're taking four Dex damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay Div, you're taking four Dex damage."
ooc It's poison and it deals Dex damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "It's poison and it deals Dex damage."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Just damage, not drain."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Oh,looks like Eleria isn't on here."
+prhelp player runner
================> +prhelp: Plotroom Player Runner Commands <================

SYNTAX: +setdm
Sets yourself as the Player Runner.

SYNTAX: +pdmscan
Prints a simple table of all the players in the room with their race, level, current and maximum health, armor class and savings throws. Be sure to include this in submitted logs.

SYNTAX: +pdamage <player>=<amount>
This damages the player. Negative numbers will heal the target.

SYNTAX: +pnonlethal <player>=<amount>
As above, but for nonlethal damage.

SYNTAX: +pattrdamage <player>=<ability type>=<amount>
This will damage the target's relevant attribute score. Negative numbers will undo the damage.

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<OOC> Eleria says, "Yeah, drain at low levels would be supremely nasty."
<OOC> Melon nudges Eleria onto the RPOne channel.
<OOC> Divada pokes eleria
+pattrdamage divada=Dexterity=4
<OOC> Eleria says, "Ah hah"
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada's Dexterity for 4 points. 6 total damage.
[RPOne] Eleria has joined this channel.
ooc There's poison in your veins, sadly.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "There's poison in your veins, sadly."
<OOC> Divada says, "well, that kills any sort of scorching ray attack I'm planning in the future."
+tinit
===== Current Initiative Order =========
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23 Eleria
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17 Azog
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16 Rainbowbeam
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9 Jeor
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8 Quasit
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8 Divada
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3 Nyzoth
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3 Melon
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ooc Azog!
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Didn't know this existed. :B"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Azog!"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Its in the room desc. :D"
<OOC> Azog says, "We're facing one still on the ground and one flying?"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Desc? Pfffft, that would require reading! I'm too busy RPing!"
[RPOne] Divada says, "anyways, Rainbow has Melon covered."
ooc The quasit is within melee range.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit is within melee range."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "I'll treat your poison once I finish with Melon, Divada."
<OOC> Azog says, "I will swing."
ooc Roll it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Roll it!"
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Yeah, I caught that. She's still running over."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d20+9: (16)+9: 25
[RPOne] Divada nodnods. "I figured you would Rainbowbeam. thank you."
ooc Hit! Roll damage.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Hit! Roll damage."
GAME: Azog rolls 1d10+8: (7)+8: 15
ooc The quasit has been pwnz0rd!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit has been pwnz0rd!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo hoo!"
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Or immediately, I guess, if Eleria does healz."
+rminit quasit
GAME: 'quasit' removed from initiative list.
ooc RB!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "RB!"
ooc Gonna try to get everyone with this channel?
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Gonna try to get everyone with this channel?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Eleria, did you actually heal anyone, or just run up?"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "And yeah. Everybody but the dude."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nah, my actions are used up for the turn. Rainbow will be getting her channel off before I can heal."
ooc Okay, roll it!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Okay, roll it!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Teensy sucky channel."
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 1d6: (1): 1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Hate."
+pdamage divada=-1
GAME: Phanuel damaged Divada for -1 points. 20 remaining.
+pdamage melon=-1
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Well, Melon. You're awake."
GAME: Phanuel damaged Melon for -1 points. 1 remaining.
[RPOne] Divada says, "well, you stabilized Melon. XD"
ooc Yeah, you're automatically back up to 1! Up and at 'em!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yeah, you're automatically back up to 1! Up and at 'em!"
ooc Divada!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Divada!"
Azog has managed to regain his concentration even as his allies are going down. He looks at the fellow flying, but there's a quasit close at hand, and he makes a command decision, take out one of the combatants, that's less they can do. He strikes at the creature with is faintly glowing blade, and his aim is true this time, he catches the creature as it moves and cuts it open, driving it to the ground with the force of his blow.
<OOC> Divada says, "Maggic missile big guy."
<OOC> Melon says, "Wasn't I at -1 though?"
<OOC> Melon says, "So now I should be at 0?"
<OOC> Divada says, "test"
GAME: Divada rolls 2d4+3: (4)+3: 7
ooc Ding dong! He's dead!
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ding dong! He's dead!"

CLutching at her Leg as she staggers back, Divada grits her teeth, but shakes her head and grins at the devil like guy. "Bellifix arcanum!" She cries out and throws two blue bolts at the thing, striking it in the chest hard.......

... and he falls to the ground with a horrible roar and a sickening thud. When he looks up, however, he smiles. With the last life left in him, he manages to croak out the words, "CLONED. KILL... YOU ALL!" before he expires.

[RPOne] Eleria says, "Hoo boy, that doesn't sound good."
[RPOne] Divada says, "cloned.....well then."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "... Crap. Clones."
[RPOne] Divada goes to find Commander Cody and Captain Rex.
[RPOne] Azog says, "Would a monster who gets ganked by a level 2-5 party really have a clone?"
[RPOne] Divada says, "Maybe if the DM wants a recurring villain."
[RPOne] Eleria says, "Maybe he's not calling a clone of himself."
[RPOne] Melon says, "Maybe that /was/ the clone :O"
r1 Someone else could have performed it on him. Or it's a bluff!
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Someone else could have performed it on him. Or it's a bluff!"
[RPOne] Azog says, "Maybe it's a mistranslation? Or a bluff, yeah. True, someone else could have performed it. But it'd be a huge expense, yes?"
r1 Maybe he's got a patron. In any case he won't actually know what happened as the clone was made before he died.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he's got a patron. In any case he won't actually know what happened as the clone was made before he died."
[RPOne] Rainbowbeam says, "Maybe we just caught him on a bad day and he was coughing up blood, so what he said was: "I'm too stoned for this." But we heard "Cloned" from all the burbling."
[RPOne] Azog says, "That's entirely reasonable. Both explantions. ;)"
[RPOne] Jeor says, "Perhaps XD"
r1 Maybe he just wants you to live in fear of his return when he's probably going to be flambe'd in the Abyss for all eternity now.
[RPOne] Phanuel says, "Maybe he just wants you to live in fear of his return when he's probably going to be flambe'd in the Abyss for all eternity now."

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'The truth is he's got a demonic patron who wants to use him to summon demons to the material plane, so he's got him a battery of clones.'

Azog looks around to survey the scene as the last bad guys drop. He's mildly chagrinned that he didn't get to face down the boss monster - both his own failure to take it out while it was on the ground, and the inability to get into the air to combat it. He'll have to do something about it. He could have tossed his blade aside to use the javelins, but he's not so eager to cast the weapon aside. At the dying threat, Azog simply retorts, "Bring it, foul creature. And you will face the same end as today."

GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls heal: (8)+12: 20
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "That's a treat-poison roll. <_< >_>"
<OOC> Phanuel goes ahead and heals all the ability damages. Bedrest will fix it, though you might be wobbly for a while, Divada.
ooc Melon, you got a face full of negative energy. That hurt, but you'll be okay.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon, you got a face full of negative energy. That hurt, but you'll be okay."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Go ahead and heal their hp? I'll blow the rest of my channeling."
<OOC> Melon owie ;-;
<OOC> Divada says, "wobbly is better than getting multiple concussions. *stares at Whirlpool*"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Sounds like a party!"
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls 4d6: (16): 16
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "Everyone heals... that much. :D"

Melon slowly forces herself up to sitting, still loosely clutching her ray gun. "Diwegillit?" she slurs, goggles askew. She looks over at the druid sitting next to her, for confirmation.

And like that, the man is dead,"Bastard got what he deserved. OKAY. Injured? Form a queue and I'll get you all up and running." She raises her hand and with a deep breath, clenches her fist, as a wave of energy cascades from her, pulsing multiple times,"Althea, lay your comforting hands upon your children! They are in need of your tender mercies!" And then? Rainbow eyes Divada, pulling a case of some sort from her belongings. She shoves a handful of leaves at Divada and orders,"Chew this child, and don't stop until the fatigued feeling leaves you."

Eleria rushes over to Melon when she falls, pulling out her wand...only to have the Artificer come back to life in a surge of positive energy. The druid blinks, and gives a sigh of relief, looking up just in time to see the creature fall from the ceiling. "Yes, we killed it. ...I think." She relaxes...and is right back to tense at that threat, standing with her bow strung again. ... Nope, nothing.

Frowning, the short druid walks over to the corpse and, just for good measure, fires an arrow directly into its throat. Can't be too careful. "Will everyone be alright? Anyone seriously hurt?"
Jeor look at the others but sees that medical attention is being delivered, so he gathers all his weapons and straps them back in place. "We should see to the dead..." solemnly he walks to the entrance of the cave and looks for anything to use as a shovel.

Wobbling her way back up to her feet, Divada smiles to Rainbowbeam. "Thank you." She says softly to the priestess as she looks to Melon as she gets up. "That was almost as bad as Lady Primrose passing gas." She then shakes her head as she looks at the corpse of the demon-like thing. "I think I'm gonna have to find out what that thing was.......after a bit of rest of course." She then starts to say something else as rainbowbeam shoves some leaves into her mouth. "Mmf fooo" She's able to get out as she chews.......

Melon just stays where she is, though at Eleria's question, she lifts a hand. "I feel like death warmed over. Does that count?" Yeah she's not looking /so/ great at only a sliver of oomph left to her.

"You can leave the burying of bodies to me, friends," Eleria says, strapping her longbow to her body again, and heading over towards the altar to give it a good look. "Everyone here looks exhausted...and come morning, Earth Mother will give me the spells to put these all to rest. Unless someone would like to perform death rites?"

<OOC> Phanuel bows, I'm glad you had fun!

<OOC> Phanuel says, "A consecrate will counter the 'desecrate' in the area."
Azog sees that his compatriots are being seen to, and since there seems not to be any immediate threats, he shoulders his shield and pulls out a rag, cleaning his blade carefully. He looks around at the carnage here, and nods to the others about finding out what that was. As far as the dead go, he says, "We can arrange them, perhaps, but we need to find their next of kin before we bury them."

Melon blinks and rubs her head fuzzily as her condition improves. Casting about, she nods to the cleric. "Thank you kindly. Much appreciated. Umm...I'm not one for death rites or anything, and I'm new to town... Erm." She shrugs.

<OOC> Rainbowbeam goes to give last rights...
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Ahh, gotcha. Well that's up to you guys - the dead aren't going to do anything that requires a DM."
Rainbowbeam the woman nods solemnly to her patients,"It's Althea's will that her children prosper. If you would thank me, do good works or offer at the donation box." And that said, she turns and moves towards the mouth of the cave, already pulling her pendant out to chant death rites for the murdered creatures. Her face has a pale, stony quality to it.

Jeor looks at the bodies and shakes his head "If we leave them they will rot and be eaten by animals, we could maybe try and carry them back maybe..." Jeor looks at the bodies and ponders. "Regardless I dont want to see these bodies desecrated any more than they have been already."
Rainbowbeam pages: Your enthusiasm is the most important thing. We can teach anything else. :)

<OOC> Eleria says, "Anything notable about the altar?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Well, it's covered in blood and soot. You also notice a residual aura of magic about it, conjuration maybe."
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "I think the paladin should smash it."
<OOC> Eleria says, "Not good..."
<OOC> Jeor says, "I could"
<OOC> Divada says, "oh yeah. Divada would even encourage it."

"Scavengers are easy to keep away," Eleria adds distractedly, kneeling down before the altar and peering closely at it. She blinks. "Divada, would you please come over here and tell me what you think of this? This altar's magic aura isn't necromantic.."

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with spellcraft, roll it!"
GAME: Eleria rolls spellcraft: (20)+5: 25
GAME: Rainbowbeam rolls spellcraft: (14)+6: 20
GAME: Divada rolls spellcraft: (7)+10: 17
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Eleria crits!"
GAME: Melon rolls spellcraft: (18)+9: 27
<OOC> Eleria says, "Woo!"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Melon gets higher though!"
<OOC> Eleria says, "Nice!"

You paged Melon with 'Well, from the way these runes are arranged... oh. Oh no. This is an altar used in some blacker circles of magic to send souls straight to the Abyss.'

Azog nods at what Jeor says, but ... It's still night, and it's a huge disgusting mess, and Azog says, "Animals eating dead bodies they find is in keeping with nature. Though they're not likely to come right away in any event." Looking at the altar, he considers and watches the others frowning at it. "Ah, right, we ought to smash it, yes?"

Jeor nods to Azog "It is a mess but I wont leave until it is dealt with... however we can deal with the altar first." the halfgiant walks into the cave and looks dwon at the alter with a furrowed brow "So... smash it huh?"

Out of sheer curiosity, Melon heads over the the altar, head canted thoughtfully. She leans in and inspects, and moves around it, and squints at the runes, and... "Oohhh. Okay, that makes sense. Not /Good/ sense... Well, I mean, good sense but not.../Good/. Hmm. Hmmmm." She straightens and looks up at Jeor. "Yep, probably a good idea. Smash it. Yep."

<OOC> Eleria says, "Any magical writing on the altar?"
ooc Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Just syllables that don't make sense by themselves. In Abyssal."
<OOC> Jeor says, "Is a 25 str check sufficient to smash it to pieces?"
ooc Yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yes."
<OOC> Divada says, "what about Linguist?"

"Don't worry about any animals eating the bodies," Eleria says louder, turning to glance at Azog, "I can keep them away for tonight. I would like to claim the animal, however. They should be taken away from this place, cleansed, and left for the living creatures to feed on."
As the two brutes come over, her eyes widen. "Aren't you at all curious what it was being used for? Smashing it might release some powerful magic!"
Rainbowbeam calls over her shoulder as she exits the cave,"Not even a little!"
<OOC> Rainbowbeam says, "<3"
<OOC> Eleria snrk!
<OOC> Divada says, "Phanuel? Would Linguist work in translating?"
ooc You can try it.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "You can try it."
From afar, Divada also knows Celestial....maybe the alphabet is similar.

You paged Divada with 'I doubt they're very similar, but you can give it a go.'
<OOC> Melon says, "Can I roll something to see if I know if smashing it will release stuff? Like... *checks sheet*"

<OOC> Phanuel says, "Anyone with detect magic shows that there's no magic in the altar itself, just residual traces of some other magic."

GAME: Divada rolls linguistics: (14)+9: 23

You paged Divada with 'From what you can make out, the syllables put together mention something like 'unto the Abyss' or something like that.'
You paged Divada with 'Then consider that the hearts of the victims were all taken out, and there's lots of soot and burned blood all over the altar...'
Divada pages: that's all, huh?

Azog shrugs about doing anything with the animals. He hadn't been thinking about that at all, shrugging ambivalently to Eleria as far as her plans go. He raises no onjection. As far as being curious what it was used for, he says, "It was being used for evil. I don't need magic to tell me that." He searches around for some suitable tool for smashing, though, since he doesn't normally carry something like a maul, which would be very useful about now.

Jeor hrms "We cannot leave it, it is too dangerous. " the halfgiant looks to the others "Copy the symbols if need be but I wont leave this in one piece."

"Oh, well, I don't think it'll release anything. The way this was used, I don't think it stored anything. Could be wrong, though..." Melon leans in and scrutinizes a little more, then shrugs and steps out of the way. "Be my guest," the half-elf beams, gesturing.

"This was definitely for a very dark ritual. Smash it." Divada says openly. "The Symbols are definitely not celestial. I'm guessing Abyssal. Unto the Abyss......" She says softly and turns away. "Smash it....."

"Oh, of course we won't be leaving it! That would insane! Although..." Running her hand over the altar, Eleria peers thoughtfully at it. "Hmmm...what does it mean when this aura just /used/ to be there? The magic is lingering, but not active."

Melon makes her statement, and the druid eyes the altar a bit longer, worriedly...then shrugs and stands up, stepping away and giving the brutes plenty of room to swing. She looks to the artificer curiously, "What did you deduce from it?"

Jeor nods the others, casually walks up to the altar and drops his fist down upon it, smashing it into hundreds of pieces that fly out in every direction. Standing he brushes off his tabbard "We cannot suffer evil to continue, this was the best way."

<OOC> Jeor uses his racial to take 20 on a str check. :D
ooc :nods! So be it!
<OOC> Phanuel nods! So be it!

Melon blinks owlishly, and looks over to Eleria. "Hm? Oh, it was used to send souls straight into the Abyss. That's--oh!" Her arm goes up to shield herself from the chips and chunks, eyes squeezed closed.
Azog looks up as the half-giant simply smashes the altar with brute force. A few pebbles *dink* off his armor plate, but he nods in agreement with Jeor's statement. "I don't guess this creature had any loot?" he says speculatively. "Well, we'll stack up the dead neatly for their relatives, then we can take a look." Melon's comment draws a wince, but it only makes him more pleased to see the thing smashed.
<OOC> Eleria says, "Don't outsiders up and disappear after they die?"
ooc The quasit and dretch disappeared, yes.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "The quasit and dretch disappeared, yes."

Looking to Azog, Divada snickers a bit. "Sometimes, Azog, You have to do what's right. Not for gold, but because it's right." She says patting his shoulder. "Maybe there is something here, but let's leave this decrepid place." She then looks to Melon. 'Melon? Can you collapse the cave when we leave?"
ooc :notes there was a reward back at the Guild for whoever was responsible.
<OOC> Phanuel notes there was a reward back at the Guild for whoever was responsible.
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Also, you guys never looted his body."
<OOC> Divada says, "the big guy?"
<OOC> Phanuel says, "Yep."
<OOC> Azog says, "Cool. ;) And, well, he disappeared, so..."
<OOC> Phanuel says, "No, he didn't."
<OOC> Divada says, "does he have anything we can use?"
<OOC> Divada says, "well....how about we loot it?"
<OOC> Azog says, "Oh. Definitely loot, then. Staff generally does that after the fact, yes?"
<OOC> Divada says, "we can take it all and sell it."

Eleria's eyes widen at Melon, though she flinches away from the spray of rock, putting her hands up. She spits out bits of stone. "Mother's Grace...that's horrid! But not surprising." She watches the smashed altar for a few more moments, waiting to see if any evil souls come pouring out...and lets out a sigh of relief when nothing seems to happen. She frowns over at the demon's corpse. "I would hate to have any animals try to feast on that wicked flesh--a cave-in? Ohhh, that's a good idea..." She looks up at the ceiling, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

You paged (Lahar, Whirlpool) with 'About their loot, what should I give them? I know we had Nyzoth's spellbook and he had a +1 longsword, but other than that I didn't really think of anything.'

Azog shrugs to Divada, but says, "We have won. The honor and spoils are due to us." He'll go over, himself, to see if there's anything salvagable or valuable in the body, and in the remains of the altar. Or the desk and the bed. Those seem like places for valuables.

Melon blinks again, this time at Divada. "Cave in? Umm... I can shoot the ceiling with my ray apparatus, I guess. Otherwise, I can...run really fast or dazzle it with pretty colors. ... 's all I have prepared on me tonight." She shrugs apologetically, offering a sheepish smile.

Jeor moves beside Eleria and looks up at the ceiling as well "The blood of giants flows in my veins... perhaps I can help with this endeavor?" he offers with a weak smile.
To (Phanuel, Whirlpool), Lahar pages: When you send in your +request with the log, staff will handle it.

To (Phanuel, Whirlpool), Lahar pages: It can happen sometimes. X) Whirl's good with these things, though. If you like, you could go over a blow-by-blow with him and share some ideas.

Azog snorts about destroying the cave, itself, and says, "What's the point of ruining this place? It's a cave. We've vanquished the evil here. Tomorrow, bears will move in, perhaps. Or bandits. And if it's bandits, we can /fight them/, too. Is there honor in smashing a cave? I don't see it."

"It was mainly to keep another group from defiling this place further, Azog." Divada says softly as she walks gingerly out of the cave.

Eleria smiles brightly right back at Jeor. "While that would be very amusing to see... I don't think destruction will save us. There's nothing inherently evil about this cave, and it would serve us better to have it cleansed than destroyed." She nods at Azog. "A very good point. Let's leave the altar in pieces, but leave the cave for some animal to settle in, and give it good purpose."

Melon kicks at the floor a little, and shrugs. "Good enough for me! I'm ready to get out of this place, though; gives me the heebies." Hooking her ray gun to her hip again, she shrugs her shoulders uncomfortably and follows people out of the cave, rubbing her arms a bit. Eesh.

Azog nods at what Eleria says, and to Divada, he counters, "You could say that of the whole world. Will you destroy it so no one can defile it?" He shakes his head.

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