<DM> Okay. <DM> Last time, on one Rez to Live, the newly-introduced Yawin was snatched into the darkness by some sort of tentacle. <tafal> Ew! <DM> people who are on the map, init <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Erias> woo! <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 9 | [d20=8] [+1=1] <Erias> I mean... crap. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 9 | [d20=9] <Apol> |roll d20 <tafal> 18 | [d20=18] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 12 | [d20=8] [+4=4] <Fordran> (dex 10) <Erias> (right there with you) <Fordran> (foster's dex?) <Foster> 12. <Erias> (given the +1...) <Fordran> (right. right. you go first.) <Foster> (Could be from some esoteric magic item, but whatever. Apol gets to act impulsively before any of us) <Apol> (WHEE~!) <Fordran> might want to specify What Nonhumans Can See <Fordran> (to said nonhumans) * Hastin shivers uncomfortably. <Foster> Oh. Who has light sources, out of curiosity? <Erias> mmm, flying lizard infravision <Fordran> i am. <Fordran> er, my shield is. <Erias> I think Fordran might have the only light source. <Fordran> yes. <Foster> Nah. I have a magically firey token tied to my shoulder. <Erias> ah, cool <Foster> well. presumably magical, since I am not personally on fire at the moment. <Fordran> speak for yourself. <Foster> "There are no two people who are not on fire." <Apol> Ahem. "Yawin! It took him into the achuakhesjing!" * Apol flies over forward. <DM> Apol disappears from sight into the gloom. <DM> Vita's init <Vita> "Apol! I don't know if it's a good idea to charge in like that...." * Vita moves forward cautiously <Apol> "Can't see through this dirty water!" <Erias> man. every time I listen to this it makes me want to play zelda. * Vita pulls out bow as she moves <Erias> (er... I meant that in () ) <DM> sec <DM> Okay. <DM> Fordran's init. <Foster> (the corridor is quite wide. I'm impressed with the architects' apparent lack of sadism towards adventuring parties. <Fordran> foster goes first. <DM> Oh. <DM> Foster, sorry. <Fordran> (we both rolled 9's, he has better init) <Apol> (The corridor is wide, all the better to drag their riches and loot to their hidden bat cave.) <DM> (Bat... cave?) * Foster moves forward cautiosly as well. <DM> (Great, now you're giving me more ideas) <DM> Since I'm not ubertech enabled, only the front people can see the full extent of the current rendering <DM> No one else can see the tunnel split <Fordran> right. future enhancement. geh. <DM> Apol is just at the edge of Foster's light source <DM> Listen checks, everyone <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 7 | [d20=6] [+1=1] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 19 | [d20=16] [+3=3] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 22 | [d20=11] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 17 | [d20=16] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 11 | [d20=4] [+7=7] <Hastin> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 29 | [d20=14] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 30 | [d20=16] [+14=14] <Fordran> "Something's behind us..." * pst has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 244 seconds) * Vita looks around nervously "I hear footsteps" <DM> Vita, spot check <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 25 | [d20=14] [+11=11] <DM> Next init <DM> Fordran <Erias> (Fordran) * paolo has joined #ddi <DM> And that's when all the mages were nerfed into uselessness. <Fordran> Which was pretty sad. <Hastin> ; ; * paolo activates stealth. Brooooou. * Fordran (retconning) moves forward, then stops as he hears splashing behind him. <Fordran> (done) <Fordran> "Erias, behind you!" <Hastin> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 19 | [d20=4] [+15=15] <Fordran> (holy crap) <DM> If Fordran's done, it's Erias' init * Erias pauses at the warning. "Damn. Yawin!" * Erias raises one hand to the heavens a looks upward for a moment, gathering strength, and then (clanking loudly) runs several paces north to the intersection, drawing his mace, and looks all around, into the darkness as well as back toward the rear of the party. <Erias> (I'm not gunning for an inappropriate free spot check -- I just mean that he's obviously now conflicted about what direction to worry about) <Hastin> (nerf lawful good) <DM> Erias runs forward 20 feet and sinks chest-deep in scum. <Erias> (^heavens a^heavens and) <Erias> (crappity crap.) <DM> SPLASH. <Erias> "Stay back!" <DM> The figure from behind starts running towards the group, splashing through the muck <DM> As it approaches, you see that it's Sam. <Sam> "Who just fell in?" <Sam> (done) * Sam looks at Foster, looks at Foster's feet, opens mouth, closes mouth. <DM> A tentacle whips out of the water near Erias and smacks Apol. <tafal> Ew! <DM> opposed grapple <Apol> |roll d20-4 <tafal> 5 | [d20=9] [-4=-4] <DM> The tentacle wraps around Apol's midsection and drags Apol under the water. <tafal> Ew! <Apol> "Meep!" <Apol> "Gurgle!" <Fordran> ("Luke!") <Apol> (Or if we have a couple of Flayers this could be Act III) <Apol> (have -> had) <DM> Apol's init. * Apol bites tentacle. <tafal> Ew! <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 11 | [d20=5] [+6=6] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 14 | [d20=13] [+1=1] <DM> roll damage <Apol> |roll 1d4 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=3] <Apol> |roll 2d3 <tafal> 3 | [2d3=3] <DM> Apol bites and claws at the tentacle, causing the water above to froth and stir. <tafal> Ew! <Apol> "guRrggharle!" <DM> Ok, tafal, that's enough :P * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <DM> Vita? * Apol is finding it actually very tasty. <Foster> (oh good, poisonous blood) <Fordran> (wait, was that a murloc?) <Erias> (I haven't played WoW in months and I can _still_ hear it) * Vita says a quick prayer and shoots three arrows in rapid sucession towards the long slimy arm-thingy <DM> Roll it <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 12 | [d20=2] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 14 | [d20=4] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 9 | [d20=4] [+5=5] <DM> Is that with the -4? <Hastin> (heh) <DM> For firing into melee? <Vita> yes. <DM> Okay. <Vita> I have precise shot <Vita> (I thought you meant the minus for manyshot) <Fordran> (that's not manyshot, that's rapid shot) <DM> Okay, roll 50% twice <Vita> (going for high) <Vita> |roll d2 <DM> yeah <tafal> 1 | [d2=1] <Vita> |roll d2 <tafal> 2 | [d2=2] <DM> roll damage once <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 5 | [d4=3] [+2=2] <DM> Two of the arrows disappear under the filthy water, and one of them rebounds near the surface. <Vita> (done) <Vita> (rebounds? bounces?) <Apol> "murfffle!" <DM> Off of Apol, but you can't see it :P <DM> Foster I believe <Apol> (it's a good think I can hold my breath for 20 rounds, what will all this squealing.) <Apol> (thing. Ok. I can't type either.) * Foster takes a step forward, readies himself. <DM> Fordran * Fordran calls out a prayer to Pelor, and one of those shimmering heavy maces appears. (Spiritual Weapon) <Fordran> (as the initial action, it moves to attack tentacle.) <DM> Lemme check the attack-into-grapple rules <Fordran> oddly, i don't think there's a penalty at all for meleeing into grapple. <Vita> (I should have done that...) <Fordran> even though i keep thinking there is. <DM> Huh. * Fordran tries to move over toward the walls, where it's hopefully shallower. <Foster> IIRC, there are actually effective bonuses, since you don't have dex to people outside. <Fordran> (and done) <DM> Roll to hit <Fordran> (checking attack roll) <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 24 | [d20=17] [+7=7] <DM> roll 50% <Fordran> |roll 1d2 <tafal> 1 | [1d2=1] <DM> (this is concealment) <Fordran> (swish!) <DM> The glowing mace splashes into the water <Fordran> (done) <Erias> Since I don't think I readied my shield, I'll grip my mace with both hands and try to smash the tentacle, farther down toward the base. <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 24 | [d20=14] [+10=10] <Fordran> (ew) <Erias> (high = good) <Erias> |roll 1d2 <tafal> 1 | [1d2=1] <Erias> (awww.) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 15 | [d20=10] [+5=5] <Erias> (assuming that's a hit:) <Erias> |roll 1d2 <tafal> 1 | [1d2=1] <Erias> (whee!) <DM> Erias flails mightily in the water. <Erias> (ever tried to swing a mace through water?) <DM> Sam * Sam moves in, pulling his kama into one hand, and slashes at where he thinks the tentacle might be. <Fordran> (ew) * Sam doesn't care if he gets a little wet. <Hastin> (ew, kama) <DM> roll it <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 24 | [d20=16] [+8=8] <DM> ... <DM> Right, 50% <Sam> |roll d2 <tafal> 1 | [d2=1] <DM> (oy) <Hastin> (heh) <Sam> (Slash! Splash!) <DM> Sam slashes at the flailing shadows under the water, but meets no resistance. <DM> Spot checks <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 20 | [d20=19] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 13 | [d20=12] [+1=1] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 16 | [d20=5] [+11=11] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 14 | [d20=11] [+3=3] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 8 | [d20=5] [+3=3] <Apol> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 14 | [d20=7] [+7=7] <Fordran> pwned) <Erias> (no ranks 4tw) <Hastin> (death by a thousand spot checks) <Vita> "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Erias! Next to you!" <Vita> (yay for saving my free speech) <Hastin> (yelling 'fire' in a crowded theatre, eh?) <DM> opposed grapple <DM> (apol) <Apol> |roll d20-4 <tafal> 16 | [d20=20] [-4=-4] * Erias glances next to him, but any response will have to wait until his action. <Erias> (nice roll!) <DM> Apol struggles with the tentacle, twisting and biting, and manages to avoid the worst of it. <DM> Another tentacle shoots up out of the water... but... <Fordran> (ew) <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 26 | [d20=12] [+14=14] <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 17 | [d20=13] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 2 | [d20=1] [+1=1] <DM> Foster waves his hands wildly in the air, then cups his palms together, outwards at the tentacle. <DM> A beam of fire leaps from his cupped hands, scorching the tentacle. <Fordran> (ha-DO-ken) <Foster> |roll 6d6+6 <tafal> 27 | [6d6=21] [+6=6] <Erias> (gnah!) <Hastin> (ow) <Fordran> (nerf mages) <Vita> (omgwtfbbq!) <DM> Those of you close by smell charred rubbery flesh <DM> A large bulk shifts under the water further towards the north <DM> Apol is released. <Foster> (/fistpump) <DM> The tentacle finishes its progress towards Erias <DM> And misses. <DM> (It's currently in Erias' square, but the map doesn't like that) <DM> Apol's turn. <Fordran> (i'm working on that functionality right now) * Apol doesn't want to let the tasty get away. <Vita> (Ew!!!) * Apol ... sends a cloud of gas (magic!) through the water to the north. <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 4 | [d4=4] <Apol> |roll d6+1 <tafal> 5 | [d6=4] [+1=1] <DM> The whipping of the tentacle near Erias slows to a lethargic twitch * Apol pops out of the water. <DM> Vita <Sam> http://wuut.net/dnd/bmat/bmat.cgi?id=5&mapthing_id=134 <Sam> ignore that mispaste * Vita squints at something near Erias for a second, then lets out another blur of motion (3 arrows, etc) <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 16 | [d20=6] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 28 | [d20=18] [+10=10] <DM> Niiice <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 18 | [d20=13] [+5=5] <Fordran> (woot) <Erias> (let's see those 50%s. :) ) <DM> No concealment <Erias> ooh. <DM> And she's got precise <Erias> uhoh <Vita> damage time? <DM> The three arrows strike the sloooowly bobbing tentacle <DM> The first one bounces off. <DM> Roll damage <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 6 | [d4=4] [+2=2] <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 4 | [d4=2] [+2=2] <DM> It seems to react a second after the impact. <DM> blackish ooze begins to run from the arrow wounds. <DM> Foster <DM> Wait no <DM> He changed his init <DM> Fordran <Fordran> "Pelor, smite our enemies with thy light!" (Nimbus of Light) * Fordran begins to glow, then points his finger at the tentacle. <DM> (is that in CD?) <Fordran> (yeah) <Fordran> A blast of light blasts the tentacle. <Hastin> (ka me ha me ha!) <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 17 | [d20=10] [+7=7] <Fordran> (ranged touch) <Hastin> (nerf favored shamans) <DM> Okay. It builds up each round, are you firing it immediately? <Fordran> yes. <DM> roll damage <Fordran> |roll 1d8 <tafal> 7 | [1d8=7] <Fordran> (didn't feel like DBZ-charging it just now) <DM> The beam of light sears the tentacle. <Fordran> (pure sunshiney goodness.) <Fordran> also <Vita> (omg) <DM> The large bulk froths in the water. <Fordran> mace attacks. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] <DM> Damage <Fordran> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 4 | [1d8=2] [+2=2] <Fordran> (4 rounds left) <Fordran> (done) <DM> The floating mace smacks the rubbery tentacle across a... uh... sucker. <DM> Erias <Fordran> (take that, sucker!) <DM> (It's a sucker punch.) <Hastin> (you sucker-punched him good) <Hastin> (#L) <Fordran> i'm a sucker for that sort of thing) <DM> (Fiona thinks our humor sucks.) <Erias> (have you heard her humor?) * Fordran is still done. <Erias> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 13 | [d20=5] [+8=8] <Erias> (hrm.) <Erias> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 17 | [d20=14] [+3=3] <DM> grapple check <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 12 | [d20=10] [+2=2] <Erias> (woo!) <Erias> And I meant to say, at the start of my round: "Apol, stay out of range!" <Hastin> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 13 | [d20=7] [+6=6] <DM> You fail to get ahold of the thrashing... crocodile. <Erias> ---uh. <DM> Sam <Erias> That's neither a tentacle nor Yawin. <Fordran> (It's a crock-of-something) * Sam figures that a few kama-slices might change this croc's attitude. <Sam> (or metabolism) <DM> Er. <DM> You're attacking the crocodile, and not the tentacle? <DM> They're not attached, you know. <Sam> right. <Sam> edi <Sam> (editing dialog) <Sam> (ahem. let's try again...) * Sam takes a step towards the tentacle, unleashing many quick slashes! <Sam> (flurry of blows) <DM> Roll em <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 11 | [d20=4] [+7=7] <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 22 | [d20=15] [+7=7] <DM> (how many total?) <Sam> (just 2) <DM> The first slash fails to puncture the flesh, but the second slices cleanly into the tentacle. <DM> damage <Sam> |roll d6+2 <tafal> 3 | [d6=1] [+2=2] <DM> Well, for certain values of 'cleanly.' <Sam> (/smirk) <Sam> (yup! they're my dice!) <Sam> (done) * Disconnected * Attempting to rejoin channel #ddi * Rejoined channel #ddi * Topic is 'Campaign: www.questionable.org/ddirc/ | Rules link currently down | Game sometime next week not Thursday.' * Set by Randolph!~randolph@h-67-101-146-166.snfccasy.dynamic.covad.net on Thu Mar 24 23:23:25 * DM has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) * Apol has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) * Randolph is now known as DM <Sam> kaboom! <Sam> (okay, almost done, sam dodges tentacle. now done.) <Foster> The lag surge hits! The lag surge hits! You are disconnected! * Fordran sets mode: +o DM <DM> The crocodile bites at something underwater beneath Apol. <DM> Foster <Foster> I move forward and begin chanting. <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 16 | [d20=2] [+14=14] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 17 | [d20=16] [+1=1] <DM> Foster skirts the apparently deeper parts of the sewage junction, and wiggles his fingers while keeping up his guard, but fails to accomplish anything. <DM> The water froths as something large surfaces directly north of Apol * Fiona has joined #ddi * Fiona is now known as Apol <DM> It roards from a large beaked maw. <Erias> (Whoah. Hello.) <Fordran> "That doesn't look a THING like a mushroom!" <DM> Apol * Apol hovers and pulls out a stick. * Apol waves the stick at the beaked mushroom tentacle horse. <Apol> |roll 5d4 <tafal> 13 | [5d4=13] <DM> A cone of flame bursts from the tip of of the wand, and the thing is unable to shift its bulk out of the way. <DM> The stench of charred flesh is stronger. <DM> Vita * Vita moves closer to the... thing and shoots two arrows (manyshot) <Hastin> (legnomas) <Vita> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 12 | [d20=4] [+8=8] <Vita> (that's two arrows at that) <DM> Vita knocks and looses two arrows from her bow, but they bounce harmlessly off of the monster's rubbery hide. <DM> Fordran <Fordran> first, mace hits. <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 15 | [d20=8] [+7=7] <Fordran> (3 rounds left) <DM> Tentacle or body? <Fordran> i haven't changed targets, so tentacle. <DM> The glowing mace swings at, and misses the tentacle. * Fordran takes a cautious 5' step forward, and calls upon Pelor's Searing Sunny Delight again, but doesn't release it. * Fordran is now covered with sunlight. <Fordran> (done) <DM> Fordran begins to glow with the light of Many Torches! <Foster> (KA) <Hastin> (orbital strike of the earthmother) <DM> Erias <Hastin> (*pelor) * Erias steps around the crocodile (hopefully) and unleashes the wrath of a potential hit on the body of the creature. <DM> The crocodile ignores you <DM> roll to hit <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 18 | [d20=8] [+10=10] <DM> damage <Erias> |roll d8+4 <tafal> 10 | [d8=6] [+4=4] <DM> The mace smacks solidly into the mass of the tentacled thing and it lets out a groaning gurgle. <Erias> (oh, right, I get two attacks) <Fordran> (rrrglglglRRRGLLGLGLrglrglrglgll) <Hastin> (diekthx) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 25 | [d20=20] [+5=5] <Erias> ooh. <DM> threat <Hastin> (ow) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 14 | [d20=9] [+5=5] <Hastin> (nerf... well, you know...) <Erias> hoom. <DM> Only a hit. <DM> damage <Erias> okay. <Erias> |roll d8+4 <tafal> 9 | [d8=5] [+4=4] <DM> This time, the macehead tears off a chunk of the rubbery flesh and you hear the beak emit a squeal. <DM> Sam * Sam continues to punish a nearby tentacle. (flurry) <DM> roll <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] <DM> damage twice <Sam> |roll 2d6+4 <tafal> 8 | [2d6=4] [+4=4] <Hastin> (2d6!?) <DM> (twice) <Hastin> (<-- stupid) * Sam continues to dodge that tentacle. <DM> Sam whips the kama at the tentacle, slicing it off on the backswing. <DM> Black ichor sprays from the stump <Fordran> (ew) * Sam dodges the black ichor, then. <Hastin> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 11 | [d20=3] [+8=8] <Sam> (done) <Hastin> (heh) <DM> The crocodile snaps and bites underwater some more. <DM> Foster? * Foster takes a step back and begins casting again. <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 28 | [d20=14] [+14=14] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 12 | [d20=11] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll 6d6+6 <tafal> 25 | [6d6=19] [+6=6] <DM> Foster wiggles his fingers again, and fires a beam of flame at the bulk. <DM> Ow. <Fordran> (omgwtf) <DM> It tries to twitch out of the way, but instead chars, skin blackening and blistering. <DM> It thrashes a bit then sinks partway into the muck. <DM> Apol <DM> Oh, and the tentacle sinks. <Fordran> (yaay! ewww) <Sam> (glub glub, gurgle gurgle) * Apol flies over the blackened mass possesively and hisses at the crocodile. <DM> hee <DM> Fordran <Vita> (um?) <DM> sorry <DM> Vita. <Fordran> (was gonna say.) <Vita> (So, bulk is charred and sunken?) <Vita> (rather than croc or tentacle) <DM> Bulk is charred and sunken, and the tentacles were attached to it <Vita> (Can we see the croc at this point?) <DM> It's just beneath the surface, facing the monstrous tentacle thing * Vita moves slightly, and fires a single arrow at the croc <DM> roll it <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 28 | [d20=17] [+11=11] <DM> damage <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 5 | [d4=3] [+2=2] <DM> *thunk* in its hide. * Vita looks at the charred bulk in disgust and is done <DM> Fordran <Fordran> "Erias, watch out for that alligator!" <Erias> (I'm having trouble figuring out how to play without my player knowledge of what the croc is) <Erias> "You mean the giant lizard?" <Fordran> Move-equiv to redirect shimmery mace at croc, move-equiv to focus glowy shit around his arm. <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] <DM> damage <Fordran> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 5 | [1d8=3] [+2=2] <Fordran> (and done) <DM> Erias <Erias> I'll attack the tentacle creature two more times <Erias> ...I can't tell what the signs of death for something like this are. <Erias> And then I'll step away. <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 22 | [d20=12] [+10=10] <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 10 | [d20=5] [+5=5] <Erias> |roll d8+4 <tafal> 11 | [d8=7] [+4=4] <DM> Well.. uh, you Coup de Gras the corpse. <Erias> I try to put myself between the others and the crocodile. <Hastin> (haha) <Erias> woo! <DM> It's EXTRA dead. <DM> Sam * Vita mutters at Erias "You're in the way of my shot, again..." <Erias> oop.s * Sam moves up towards the croc-thing and prepares to attack it if it tries anything aggressive towards himself or Erias. <DM> So a held action? <Sam> nod. * Sam dodges croc-thing. <Sam> (done) <DM> The crocodile sinks under the surface and disappears. <DM> Out of init. <Vita> "Where'd it go?" * Foster dusts his hands off on his robe. * Fordran continues to glow, uselessly. * Erias moves back out of the chest-deep water and usher people back as well. <Erias> "I'm not sure. Let's get back to somewhat dry land." * Vita lets herself be ushered <Erias> ^usher^ushers * Apol feeling like the croc gave up claim to food, furiously digs into the corpes. "Yawin? You in there?" <Fordran> "Any sign of Yawin?" * Foster walks over to the charred thing, says something unintelligable to Apol (well, unless you speak draconic), and rummages in his sack. * Sam gladly moves to less-deep water. If you could call it water. * Foster flagrantly stands on water. * Erias looks helplessly into the murky water. * Apol answers Foster. <Hastin> (omgflagrant!) <DM> (omfgwtfnerfshamans!) <Sam> "You taunt me." * Foster takes a small knife out and slices some of the creature's bulk into a small glass flask, which he tucks away in his bag. <Erias> "Sam... I didn't think we'd see you again." <Sam> "I had to do some sneaking." * Erias circles the corridor intersection, trying to stay out of the deeper area and eventually giving up. <Vita> "....why?" * Erias looks for what he expects to be the corpse of Yawin. * Fordran calls out. "Yawin? Can you hear me?" <Apol> "Can someone help me find Yawin in here? This this is too thick." <Erias> ("Sure, I'll slice it open with my mace.") <Apol> (2nd this = thing. Ok I'm tired) <Erias> (me too... need to crash soon) <Vita> (sorry we couldn't start earlier...) * Erias will work his way eventually back to the tentacle creature and see if Yawin is wedged under it. * Fordran puts away his buckler, which is glowing. But that's okay, because Fordran himself is still glowing. <DM> Spot checks <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 9 | [d20=6] [+3=3] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 6 | [d20=5] [+1=1] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 27 | [d20=16] [+11=11] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 7 | [d20=6] [+1=1] * Fordran sees water. <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 8 | [d20=5] [+3=3] <Foster> Finally, my crown of utter unobservativity returns. * Erias sees something that may or may not be water. <Apol> (no worries, this game was a surprise to me *eyes DM*) <Apol> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 18 | [d20=11] [+7=7] <Erias> (heh. my fault, I suspect, I couldn't have made it for the next couple of days...) <Vita> "Hey guys, I see something... metalish? By the smelly piles of stuff" <Fordran> (can i get blamed for something too?) * Vita points north * Erias nods, slogs north <Fordran> "Everything here is smelly." <Sam> (/transfers blame.) * Fordran follows. * Foster walks north. <Apol> "I see that, too. It's shiny." <Foster> Being a Light Source and all. <Fordran> "You know, Foster, most of us fall through water when we try to walk on it." * Sam slogs north, Everburning Torch somewhere on his person. * Apol sneaks another bite before flying after everyeone. <DM> As you approach, you see the battered, but still intact form of Yawin <DM> His armor was reflecting the light <Fordran> "Yawin!" <Foster> "It took me years of practice to learn to do this." * Fordran runs forward. <Erias> "I guessed he was a mage sometime after he set me on fire. Yawin!" * Erias does likewise. <Vita> *splishsplishsplish* * Vita hangs slightly back, warily <DM> He doesn't seem to respond. <Fordran> ("Why, oh why didn't I learn Inflict Light Wounds?") <DM> He's lying on a pile of bones <DM> They've been stripped clean * Fordran bows his head, says a short prayer to Pelor. * Erias tries a not very effective heal check to find out if he's alive. * Foster chuckles and shakes his head wryly. <DM> roll it <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 15 | [d20=14] [+1=1] <Erias> "I don't think he's alive, but it's hard to tell through the armor." * Sam makes an obvious comment about Yawin not looking so good. * Erias begins removing some of Yawin's armor to better check his health <Hastin> (yawin = redshirt) * Fordran stays silent. <DM> As you take off the chestpiece, you see the symbol of pelor hanging around his neck <DM> there is some scarring on his chest under it <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 18 | [d20=17] [+1=1] <DM> What's that roll? <Erias> flavortext wisdom check <Erias> "He never took it off... not even..." * Erias trails off. <Fordran> "Maybe it will win him redemption in Pelor's eyes." <DM> Yawin twitches as you touch the symbol, and his eyes snap open. * Fordran jumps back a little. <Erias> "One thing's for sure. We're not letting those bastards upstairs turn him into golden -- !!" <DM> "Err." <Erias> "Yawin?!" <Fordran> "Yawin! We thought you were... I mean... you.." <DM> He takes some shallow breaths. <DM> "Erias. and... Fordran?" * Fordran nods. <DM> "Where is the creature?" He dryspits. <DM> "Guh, I can still taste the filth of the water." <Erias> "Dead, as far as we can tell." * Erias gestures vaguely behind him. <DM> "Uh. Where is my.. Hum." * Foster gestures to the charred mass sitting in the intersection <DM> Yawin takes his armor and struggles back into it. <Erias> "Do you... we can heal you, if that wouldn't --" <Fordran> "I don't think I can, Erias." * Erias nods, looking troubled. <DM> "Look, let's just get out of here. Were there any other things?" <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 17 | [d20=7] [+10=10] <Fordran> "Just an alligator." <Erias> "No, I think that was what we were sent to find. Let's go back up." <DM> Yawin looks at Fordran blankly. <Vita> "I'm all for leaving." <Fordran> "Or... a crocodile." * Sam slogs back towards the entrance, speaking very little. <Erias> "A big water lizard, I think." * Apol lands and walks around while listening. * Apol lands and walks around while listening. <Fordran> "Erias... should we go back the way we came?" <DM> Sam, you see someone climbing out of the water <Fordran> "With Yawin?" * Sam stops. <Foster> "Yes, leaving would probably be a good idea." <Erias> "I'm not sure about that either." * Erias is oblivious. <Erias> "The church above has shown no sign of actually restraining people against their will..." <Fordran> "Not yet, at least." * Sam looks ahead and asks, "Who is that?" while pointing (somewhat) with the torch. <DM> If you aren't looking around, you'll bump right into Sam. * Fordran turns. <Erias> "I think that simply walking out with Yawin may be the best route. It's honest and straightforward, and if they try to take him... Pelor is on our -- what?" <Sam> "The short, dark one." <DM> There's a short-ish, brown-skinned man standing in the tunnel ahead, with an arrow sticking out of his back * Fordran readies his glowy-buckler. <Erias> "Hello?" * Vita squints into the darkness * Vita tries to figure out if the arrow looks familiar * Foster leans against a wall nonchalantly. * Sam slogs forward again to get a better view of arrow-in-back person. <DM> He grasps the arrow and pulls it out with a grunt. * Fordran moves forward cautiously. "Who are you?" <DM> He holds it out in front of him and snaps it in half. * Vita looks a little taken aback * Vita hides behind Erias * Apol catches up to everyone after looking at the shiny bits on the floor. * Fordran is still glowing with the light of a thousandth of a sun, if it hasn't been 6 minutes. * Erias is still not putting two and two together. * Hastin is now known as Crocodile <Erias> "It's okay, Vita." * Crocodile is now known as Crocperso <Erias> ("Croc-man"?) * Vita whispers at Erias * Erias looks surprised. <Fordran> (Croc-dude) * Crocperso throws the steel-tipped end on the ground. <Erias> (quietly, but audibly:) "But how did he -- wait..." * Vita continues to hide behind Erias * Foster wanders over to where Apol is looking at things. <Sam> "That's...um..." <Crocperso> "Why?" * Erias tries to evaluate the mood of the man in front of them :) * Fordran is a little confused by that response. <Fordran> "Why... why what?" * Crocperso is looking at Vita. <Erias> I'll make a sense motive check, I guess * Vita looks very confused <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 21 | [d20=16] [+5=5] * Fordran looks at Crocdude, then follows his eyeline. <Erias> "Are you... are you the lizard creature?" <Vita> "But.. you were... and now you are... and I..." * Sam stares impolitely at Croc. <Vita> "I didn't know that could..." * Erias stays in front of Vita. "We're sorry for injuring you. * Crocperso points at the remains. <Fordran> "...Oh. Ohhhh." <Erias> "She didn't realize you weren't with the creature. Can we offer you healing?" <Crocperso> "That" <Fordran> "Yes... I can heal your wounds, if you will let me." <Crocperso> "Try to have dinner" * Erias is diplomacy-ing, although it's possible that the croc-person has a limited grasp of common. <Crocperso> "Are you any better?" * Fordran steps closer, hopefully illuminating Crocdude better. <Vita> "Was that big thing your... dinner?" * Apol finishes puttering around and joins the rest. <Crocperso> "Do you hunt crocodile?" <Vita> "I hunt things that hurt people." <Erias> "We were hunting that thing." * Apol looks up at the new person. <Crocperso> Did crocodile hurt you?" <Vita> "I thought you were a thing that hurt people" <Vita> "I was wrong. I am sorry." <DM> (Description: Physical description: Australian Aboriginal look, somewhat lighter skin. <DM> Kind of ugly and squat (maybe a little over 5 feet). Wiry, weighing about <DM> 100-110 lbs. Bald. Facepaint. * Fordran steps even closer, maybe 10'. * Vita exercises all the (no skill points) diplomacy she has in her little gnomish body * Crocperso casually grasps his spearshaft. <Crocperso> (he has a spear) <Erias> "Please, let my companion" (gesturing to Fordran) "aid you. He is a skilled healer." * Fordran puts away his buckler, shows that his hands are empty. * Fordran may or may not be glowing. <DM> Let's say not. <Crocperso> "I .. heal your kin-za blood myself." <Erias> "We expected to find only enemies in this pit, and the deep water in the midst of combat led to some confusion. Again, I apologize on behalf of the archer." <Fordran> "Kin-za?" <Vita> "Um, Erias... small words?" * Sam looks about, attempting to make sense of things. * Crocperso picks up the bit of arrow with the tip. <Erias> "Oh... right." * Erias reevaluates. * Crocperso points at the tip. <Crocperso> 'Kin-za' <Crocperso> 'Dead-earth' * Vita looks confused <Fordran> "Oh. Metal." <Erias> "Like this?" * Erias raps on his armor. <Crocperso> "Yes. You wear dead earth on you, like the other pales I saw." <Crocperso> "Why you in this .." <Crocperso> "pit?" <Erias> "Yeah, it's great for not turning into dead earth ourselves." <Fordran> "To kill that." * Fordran points at the mushroom beak horse corpse. * Crocperso considers this. <Erias> "The beast was killing people. We wanted to protect them." * Apol moves over to Foster and says something unintelligable to Foster. <Crocperso> "Bones. Many bones in this place." <Fordran> "Are there any more of them?" More gesturing at the corpse. * Crocperso points backwards. <Crocperso> "Beast lives in water." <Crocperso> "Pales live in land." <DM> He's pointing down the west tunnel <Crocperso> "How can it eat pales?" <Crocperso> "Someone bring pales here to beast" <Fordran> "They come here to dig." <Erias> "That's true." <Fordran> "To build." <Crocperso> "Dig?" * Fordran looks at Erias. "Right? Isn't that what the sub-deacon said?" <Vita> "Pales multiply, need more space" <Erias> "It's a little bit complicated." * Crocperso stops to think. <Crocperso> "multi..?" <Fordran> "Um. Make babies. More pales." * Vita nods, slowly <Erias> "If the beast let humans move and live nearby, they would probably leave it alone." * Crocperso laughs. <Erias> "But the humans need to dig to make space to live." <Crocperso> "Pales make so many babies they live in holes with beasts like these?" <Fordran> "Actually, why ARE they digging? Why not build up, like everyone else?" <Crocperso> "Why do you want to save them?" <Erias> "Yeah, that's a good question." <Vita> "Don't they need to.. um.. make founda... big posts... or something to hold the building up?" * Sam attempts to asses his paleness, by various definitions. <Erias> "Because if someone innocent is being killed, it is right to protect them." <Crocperso> "If too many pales they not innocent any more." * Erias cocks his head. <Vita> "How do we decide which are innocent?" <DM> <Meanwhile, a whispered running conversation in draconic> <Fordran> "That's a question that requires a bit more discussion." <Crocperso> "Did you see..." <Crocperso> "Men like me .. here" <Fordran> "A better question is... who are being sent down here? Workers? Or..." <Vita> "Stupid people like us?" <Fordran> "No. You are the first living--" * Fordran looks at Yawin. <Erias> "We haven't seen anyone except... pales... and -- " * Erias looks at Fordran <Fordran> "--ah. Person. We've seen down here." <Erias> "and the beast-thing." <Crocperso> "This pale lands then" <Fordran> "I wonder if sub-deacon really expected us to kill this thing." <Erias> "Yes, we're in civilized lands." <Vita> "When everyone else had failed?" <Crocperso> "civi...?" <Foster> "I think that he did. He wouldn't have put in a word with Argus, otherwise." <Fordran> "That's true." <Erias> "This is dangerous, though. You know the word, dangerous?" <Erias> "The humans who dig here are probably innocent." <Crocperso> "Dangerous." <Fordran> "Where are you from... oh. Names." <Erias> "But the man who is in charge. The leader. He is not innocent." <Crocperso> "Like dead earth. Dangerous." * Fordran extends his hand. "I am Fordran." <Erias> "So it is hard to know what to do." * Crocperso examines Fordran's hand. * Fordran examines his own hand, too. <Fordran> "Oh." <Crocperso> "For-dran." <Erias> "I am Erias." * Fordran lets his hand sit there, extended for a bit, then drops it back to his side if nothing else happens. <Crocperso> "Eh-ree-ass" * Vita points at herself warily <Vita> "Vita" * Sam remains conspicuously quiet. * Foster gestures at himself. <Foster> "I'm Foster." <Crocperso> "Little Croc-killer Vee-Taa" * Vita looks ashamed <Crocperso> "Fosss-ter" * Apol leaps up and flies near the new guy. "I'm Apollonaridictys." * Crocperso thinks. * Foster nods. * Fordran opens his mouth, closes it. * Crocperso is taken aback a little. * Fordran points at Apol. "Apol." * Crocperso looks at the lizard for a while. * Apol looks back. <Crocperso> "This talks." <Erias> "Lizard-friend." <Apol> "Yes." <Fordran> "Yes, she does." * Crocperso cocks his head to his side. * Apol cocks head to the side as well. <Crocperso> Ah-pol <Crocperso> "I am .. your kin, Ah-pol." * Vita sighs, and notably withdraws into herself and moves a little ways away <Crocperso> "Call me 'Croc.'" * Crocperso is now known as Croc <Apol> "Croc. Ok." *sniffs* <Fordran> "Where are you from, Croc?" <Erias> (really need to sleep soon) * Apol moves closer and sniffs Croc. <Apol> "You...." <DM> (okay) <Apol> "You... smell interesting." <Sam> "Erias, Fordran, you haven't...um...well...oh, forget it." <Croc> "Far away." * Fordran turns to Sam. "Haven't what?" <Croc> "Pales came." <Croc> "Took my people in great wooden houses" <Croc> "clad them in kin-za" <Sam> "Never mind. Forget I mentioned it." * Fordran shrugs. <DM> (colin - we'll stop after he finishes his flashback) * Fordran turns back to Croc. <Erias> (sure thing) <Fordran> (i'll try to tag a Plot Point before we finish) <Croc> "But.. you say.. only pales here" <Croc> "So my people are lost" <Croc> "or dead" <Fordran> "We haven't checked the rest of these tunnels." <Croc> "In earth.. this place" <Foster> "And there's at least a small amount of treasure back among those bones." <Croc> "Above earth, only pales" * Fordran looks at Erias. "There may be more of these beasts, if he's right." <Croc> "So only pales here.." <Erias> "Civilizing barbaric lands is a worthwhile task... but this sounds more like slavery..." <Croc> "Cee-vee..?" <Erias> "Croc, we are not from here. We traveled here... so we do not know. There may be people like you here." <Fordran> "How did you get down here?" * Croc nods slowly. <Croc> "I .." <Croc> "Don't know" <Croc> "I woke up here" <Fordran> "Huh." <Sam> "Really." <Apol> "Woke up here? You slept here?" <Croc> "No. <Croc> "My people were taken." <Erias> "I was thinking we would want to get out of the tunnels as soon as possible, but more exploration might help us find out more about the church." <Croc> "In big houses" * Foster looks lost in thought. <Croc> "I was taken." <Erias> "I'm willing to keep looking around if the rest of you want to." <Croc> "Then I try to leave with them" <Sam> "Hm..." <Croc> "But pales did ... something." <Fordran> "At least we know we can kill these things." <Croc> "fired kin-za" <Sam> "No, best not to think about that too much. Bad for the brain." * Erias looks at Croc. "Hmm..." * Fordran gives the corpse a little kick. * Sam talks loudly to himself. <DM> Fordran - reflex save... just kidding. <Croc> ".. then I know nothing" <Fordran> (gneh.) <Croc> "I wake up here." <Erias> "We need to deal with this place first." <Apol> "You were taken to a house with your people and had kin-za then you woke up here." <Foster> "Wait. Slavery. Capturing people. I think I overheard something a couple days ago that might have something to do with this..." <Apol> "Sam isn't that what you do in pub?" <Croc> "kinza on their hands" <Erias> "But afterward, Croc, if you can help us find your kinsmen, and they are truly being held against their will, then I, at least, will help you free them." <Fordran> "Shackles." <Vita> "What did you hear, Foster?" <Sam> "A foreigner, like me." * Croc looks at Erias. <Croc> "You wear death on you, but you will help me." <Croc> "Why?" <Fordran> "It's kind of what we do." <Erias> "Because that is what I am." <Vita> "Croc, it is not right that your people were taken. I would help free them. I should not have hurt you, and I will repay you by helping." * Sam seems a bit relieved. <Croc> "I ... do not understand .. pales." <Croc> "BUt if you will help me." <Croc> "I thank you" <Fordran> "That's okay. Most of us don't understand other pales either." <Vita> "I do not understand most tall ones, and many short ones." <Erias> "We know of a group of raiders -- people who take slaves -- who are somewhere nearby, and we already planned to seek them out. If we are lucky, perhaps your friends are also there." <Foster> "In an extremely seedy pub a few days ago, I happened to hear a thug named Bloodnose talking to one of his compatriots, telling him that he needed to capture a hundred people for some mysterious employer. His rather unsavory compatriot responded that they'd "have to start on the tribals"" <Fordran> "Hey. That's the one." * Erias listens to Foster and trails off. <Erias> "...yeah." <Fordran> "Tribals." <Vita> "That's very... familiar" <Foster> "From the looks of it, this Bloodnose was a regular patron of the establishment." <Croc> "Trai-bahls" <Erias> "A hundred, specifically..." <Croc> "Pale traders use that word" <Erias> "That sounds like the same group." <Croc> "Trai-bahls is what they call us" * Fordran nods. <Fordran> "Perhaps we should find this Bloodnose person." * paolo unstealths, looks around, stealhs back again. browwww. * Fordran Rends paolo. <Erias> "Alright. So what now? Do we explore further, or leave the tunnels?" <DM> We stop here <DM> Because otherwise Colin will keyboardface <DM> But yay! <Erias> Thank you muchly <DM> Plot threads tying <paolo> congrats <Fordran> ## Croc has joined the party. <Erias> Yeah, this is excellent. <Foster> omgz, party assembled, clues dropped. <Fordran> ## Looting set to free-for-all. <Foster> Monsters horribly burned. <paolo> you ppl are using this thing called "imagination" <DM> lol * DM sets DM as Master-Looter. <paolo> they had us turn that in at company HQ. <Croc> Important safety tip: <paolo> so i watched matrix reloaded instead. carry on. <Sam> /pvp <Croc> if you are sneaking around, make sure to get init before party nuker <Croc> very important <Foster> Ho ho ho. <Sam> kaboom? <Erias> I'm heading for bed. Thanks for gaming, guys. <Croc> arrrr <Sam> night night! <Foster> Out of curiosity, how many of you can I oneshot? :p <Foster> Just, uh, for academic curiosity. <Fordran> 6d6? <Croc> i don't think you could actually one-shot me <Foster> Give or take. * Sam is at least a two-shot. <Croc> even with perfect rolling <Erias> 6d6 couldn't, 6d6+6 could <Croc> but i got machine gunned <Croc> twice <Erias> does it allow a save? <Foster> Depends. <Fordran> yep. i'll get staggered by 6d6+6. * Vita looks down <Sam> what fordran said. <Erias> basically, depends on some factors for me. <Vita> 6d6... well... ow <Fordran> |roll 6d6 <tafal> 22 | [6d6=22] <Erias> |roll 6d6 <tafal> 20 | [6d6=20] <Erias> |roll 6d6 <tafal> 21 | [6d6=21] <Croc> welcome to gaussian distributions <Erias> staggered. :) <Sam> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 28 | [d20=17] [+11=11] <Fordran> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 9 | [d20=3] [+6=6] <Erias> okay, goodnight. <Vita> |roll 6d6 <tafal> 27 | [6d6=27]