* Foster powers up. <Devo> Does Foster's hair turn gold and stick straight up in giant spikes? <Devo> ...as he yells "fiercely"? * coin has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o coin * coin is now known as Erias <Foster> No. And I don't look constipated, either. <Erias> I... uh. <Foster> (power overwhelming) <Erias> |context 20 <Erias> So is Devo still delayed until 7:30 or so? <DM> Yes. <Foster> seemingly. <Erias> Okay. afk a bit, getting food, then here playing NWN, except for a break to go put on socks. Further bulletins as events warrant. <Devo> Mmmm. NWN. * Devo slaps self. <Devo> Mmmm, finishing school. <DM> Out of context, that'd be hilarious. <DM> Devon Goes to Finishing School! <Devo> ... <Foster> heh. That's how I initially parsed it. :Pp <Devo> Y'know, I don't even know what "finishing school" is? <Devo> Nor do I know how to properly punctuate my sentences. Today. <Foster> It's what young, upper class debutantes attended in the 20s. <DM> Young Ladies go there to be Educated in Ettiquette. <Devo> Ahyes. Well, I suppose I'm a bit rough around the edges. <Devo> And then there's Grith... <Devo> Grith would be the belle of any ball. <Devo> He was raised by a cup of coffee. <DM> Hee. * Audrey has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) <Foster> Foster, as an immortal force of justice, was raised by monks in an obscure abbey and trained in many ancient forms of martial arts in order to better execute his mission of ridding the world of evil. <DM> Go on, pull the other one. <Foster> *jingle* * Erias returns with mac & fake cheese, salad, chips & dip, and juice. * Erias prepares to Fight Evil. <Erias> On second thought, I think I'll just spend the evening in front of my computer. <DM> Heh. <Fordran> so <Fordran> audrey called <Fordran> her machine is smoking <Fordran> they are working on it. <Foster> smoking. yeegh. <Fordran> the USB port is apparently on fire. or was. <Foster> sounds like... fun. <Fordran> yeah. <DM> holy feck. * Fiona has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Fiona <Devo> Er. Wow. Ow? <Devo> Does she have backup machine? <DM> Time to go home, Devo~ <Devo> Ach! Time to go home! <Devo> Heh. <DM> Hopefully, she'll be up and running when you get home * Devo has quit IRC (Quit: CGI:IRC) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | GAME TONIGHT 1930 PAC | Info, Logs @ goblinjesus.com/rwang | questionable.org/ddirc' <Sam> yarr. <DM> Right, I want you all to become intimately familiar with these variant insanity and maiming rules: <DM> Just kidding. <Foster> Way ahead of you. * Foster accumulates taint~ <DM> Heh :P <DM> Let's see... so after the last trip to Gray's lab, you got some unidentified wetware installed, lowering your essence by 1.03, so your Magic stat is reduced by 2 <Foster> Ho ho. <Foster> Let me try punching a wall, maybe it's bone lacing~ <DM> Probably just the initial implants for Cyberzombie conversion~ <Foster> Wouldn't be surprised. <DM> Aw. <DM> Your problem is that you're too jaded as a player. <Foster> It's possible. I am psychologically prepared for just about everything. * DM plots harder * Vita has joined #ddi <Vita> |context 20 <Foster> computer less explody now? :p <Vita> Hopefully <Vita> It's really really disheartening seeing smoke coming out of a computer * Fiona is now known as Apol <Apol> Rarr! <DM> Yeah :| <Foster> Yes. Letting the magic smoke escape is bad. <Foster> It damages your machine's voodoo. <DM> Waiting on Devo, then starting. <DM> Roll call <Foster> Voodoo guides all electronics, you see. <Vita> But we took the USB port that was causing the smoke out, so all should be fine <Vita> considering that the computer was still *running* when the smoke started, I'm fairly certain the rest of the components are ok * Vita is here <Foster> AoE Killbot 1300, online. <Vita> Soon I'll even be able to sit down at the computer, as I finish up the job of cleaning bright orange indian leftovers from the carpet that I was doing when the computer started spouting its voodoo smoke <Fordran> gimme a few minutes for f00de <Foster> aw. it is sad that someone tried to feed delicious indian food to your carpet. <Vita> I know. <Sam> weeel that was fun. <DM> Eheh. <Sam> had to get in a quick round of mech. <Erias> Yo. <Erias> Wait, I'm not jaded? * Erias pouts. <Erias> Still playing NWN. <Fordran> sandwich-enabled, i come. <DM> Waiting on Devo. Anyone who needs to refamiliarize themselves, the logs are linked in the topic <DM> taking in game/metagame/out of game questions <Fordran> afk a moment, disconnecting from vpn <Vita> So just a comment - I'm really hoping that we end "on time" since I'm getting up at 6:30 tomorrow morning <Fordran> arr. <Fordran> eww <Sam> wheee. * Sam prepares a monkly beverage (tea). * Vita finishes cleaning and starts packing * Devo has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Devo * Devo is now known as Grith * Grith gropes Fordran.\ * Grith gropes Geordan. <Grith> (Thanks for your patience, everyone.) <Fordran> ngah! <DM> Okay. * Grith casts magic missile at the darkness. * Erias has character sheet and SRD ready. Skimming logs. * Fordran casts Flamestrike. * Sam casts a fishing line. <DM> You're at the edge of the pit in the once-again pristine white hallway. <Erias> Grith, you alright? * Grith is looking a little sickly and blue around the edges. * Foster stares ahead into the distance. <Erias> "We need to get him to a temple. But we need to get _out_, first." * Grith shrugs, "Well enough to keep going until I find the bastard who put me here." * Erias nods. <Foster> "Easier said than done, of course." <Grith> I like out. Out is good. <Grith> "" <Foster> "We need to conserve our energy as much as possible. I have a feeling that our departure may not be easy." * Sam peers further down the hallway, expecting to see...more white. <DM> There appears to be a junction further up <Sam> "Joy. Choices." <Erias> "Everyone ready to go?" <Foster> "As ready as ever." <Fordran> "Let's move on." * Apol flies near the front. * Erias walks up the corridor with the rest of the party. <Grith> "Yeah. I'm all for saving our energy until we really need it. I've already wasted enough energy..." <Foster> "I dislike being entertainment for our captors, but it does not particularly appear that we have a choice in the matter." <Erias> "Goddamn voyeurs..." <Vita> "Yeah. We're here already..." * Grith darkly, "Oh, they'll get their's." <Apol> "Bonehammer went this way, I didn't see which path." <Fordran> "Mind your language, Erias." * Erias nods distractedly at Fordran. <DM> It's a 4 way junction, the intersection of two perpendicular hallways. <Grith> "Er... do you folks want me in the front or the back? I don't make a very good window for all those spells the mage and the lizard keep throwing around." <DM> Listen checks <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 16 | [d20=13] [+3=3] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 17 | [d20=14] [+3=3] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 3 | [d20=2] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 16 | [d20=15] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 11 | [d20=1] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 28 | [d20=16] [+12=12] <Grith> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 9 | [d20=7] [+2=2] <Erias> "Well, anywhere is fine as long as you move quickly when..." <Foster> (Fiona, tafal is hating our perception checks again.) <Apol> (Indeed. Apol hears the sound of thoughts going throught it's head) <Sam> (officially tea-enabled.) <Foster> "I'm good enough at aiming things that you needn't worry about being in my way." <Vita> "Well, I might prefer you a little more behind... it's... hard to see through you AND to shoot through you" * Fordran turns left. <Fordran> "Screams..." * Sam points down the left hallway. <Vita> "Wait <Foster> "Yeah, left sounds good." <Grith> "I'll take drag, then." <Vita> "Someone's coming from the right!" <Erias> "Wait, what?" * Sam places a sling bullet on the floor of this corridor, on the wall. * Fordran spins right. "What?" * Vita turns to the right <Apol> "Where?" <DM> Spot checks. <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 4 | [d20=1] [+3=3] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 21 | [d20=20] [+1=1] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 14 | [d20=13] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 14 | [d20=4] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 27 | [d20=16] [+11=11] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 6 | [d20=3] [+3=3] <Sam> (ooh! i have hands! i never noticed that before!) <Grith> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 3 | [d20=1] [+2=2] <Grith> (Ohyeah!) <Vita> (Geordan, I think you're going to have to analyze these rolls too) <DM> You don't see anything. * Vita shouts to the right corridor <Grith> (Can anyone say stastical clustering? At the edges?) <Vita> "We've already seen you, you might as well show yourself!" <Apol> "Something is coming... " <Erias> (quietly) "Speak for yourself. What is it?" * Grith raises his sword, but otherwise looks around dumbly. <Foster> "Invisible guardian, most likely." * Fordran grumbles. "How can we tell what's real..." * Apol flies near the something. <DM> A human figure seems to detach from the wall. * Vita whispers at Erias "Human shaped" <DM> "Good eyes, little one." <Erias> "Well, there's one way..." <Grith> "Hey... who?" <Vita> "And who would you be, sneaking up on us like that?!" <DM> The figure throws back the hood of its cloak, revealing a human female. <Erias> (quietly) "Fordran..." <Fordran> "Hm." * Erias puts a hand on his mace. <Apol> "Kaetaa! Martivir. Wux *ocuir* Gray?" <DM> She's 5'3", dressed in travel-stained (at least, that *looks* like travel) adventuring clothes. <Sam> ("Hmm, too tall to be Yamara...") * Vita waits for a response from the woman <DM> Her dark red hair is pulled back into braids, and wrapped in a loose bun at the base of her neck. <Sam> (*bonk*) <DM> She doesn't respond to Apol. <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 12 | [d20=11] [+1=1] <DM> to Vita: "A friend." <DM> "I had to see if you were one of Gray's minions." * Sam raises an eyebrow. <Erias> "I can see you clearly. Give us a reason not to kill you." <Vita> "Erias?" <Grith> "Had to see? What the hell does that mean?" <Vita> "She... hasn't attacked us..." <DM> She smirks at Erias. <Foster> "We're only a little paranoid here." <Fordran> "We've been tricked almost nonstop while we've been here. You'll have to forgive our... reticence." <Foster> "I'm sure you understand." <Vita> "A name would be useful" <DM> to Foster "Oh certainly. Let me guess, adventurers, and he's your..." she looks Erias over "... muscle." <Vita> "An explanation for why you've been here... obviously for awhile... would be even better" <DM> She looks up at Grith. <DM> She ammends, "... auxiliary muscle, then." * Grith stares back at her with a look of vague suspicion. <Erias> "It's not just paranoia. She's evil." * Grith then grins sharkishly. <Vita> "Oh." <Fordran> "Ah." <DM> She chuckles, corners of her eyes wrinkling, and shakes her head. <Erias> (Paladins: gaming the system since 1st edition.) <Grith> "He says yer evil? Got a rebuttal, or do we start?" <Grith> (first ?=.) <DM> "I have no quarrel with any of you, but will defend myself, if provoked." she looks amused. "However, given that Gray is our common enemy... I assume... you might wish to hear what I have to say." <Sam> "Erias, you may wish to clarify your observation." <Fordran> "Go on." <Fordran> (to Erias) "We will hear what she has to say, and then render judgment. Pelor teaches clemency." * Grith straightens out of his combat stance, waits to listen. <Erias> "I am willing to hear her out." <DM> She nods her head in assent. Those with ranks of Sense Motive note the half-mocking way in which she does it. <Fordran> (nope!) * Erias 's face darkens. * Grith notes that he's standing in a corridor. <DM> "First, have you any way of masking your presence? Gray cannot see me, but he can see you, and may become suspicious soon." * Erias looks at Foster helplessly. <Foster> "Unfortunately, no. The best I can do is knowing when I'm being scried." * Sam thinks, shrugs. <Erias> "We can continue walking as we talk, if it is our lack of motion that is suspicious." <Grith> "Scried? Is that like... racked?" <DM> "I'll make this quick then. Try not to respond in short sentences and nods and such, he's a clever one." <DM> "Pretend as if you're speaking to one another." * Fordran turns to Erias, keeping Mystery Woman in his view. * Vita turns so that she isn't facing the woman drectly anymore * Erias turns to Fordran. * Apol flies near Grith. <Fordran> (/me makes Undead Talking motions.) * Sam stares "off into space" or thereabouts. <Fordran> ("You know, rogues have it tough.") <DM> "I know many of Gray's secrets, and I bear him a grudge." <Erias> (to Fordran) "Well, it's a good thing we're safe here, and there are no suspicious evil people showing up to talk to us." <Grith> "Got somethin' in common after all." <DM> "I know a major source of his power and protection." * Grith looks down at the winged lizard that spits stuff, "D'you know what's goin' on?" <Fordran> (to Erias) "...Yes." <DM> She smiles at Erias' comment. * Sam shows "interest" in the conversation between Grith and Apol. * Apol talks to Grith, "No, not really. I want to get out of here. Look at these walls, they are weird." * Erias points up the corridor, and gestures at Fordran. "If you want to help us kill him for your own reasons, you're welcome to offer hints as far as I'm concerned." <DM> "Such a remarkably simple worldview, sir knight. Your world must be devoid of difficult decisions." * Grith nods wisely, "Yes. This whole thing's weird. Gray's got ta be weird if he gets his kicks this way." <Grith> "I don't like weirdos." * Grith seems utterly oblivious to the inherent irony in that statement. <Grith> (ironies, plural) * Erias growls and half-turns toward her. <DM> "Anyway. I offer information and my help, in a trade." * Vita looks at Grith and Apol "I don't understand or like any of this." <Sam> "So you don't like me?" <Foster> "And what do you want in return for this?" <Sam> "I feel...well, weird here. In this place." <Fordran> "Focus, Erias." * Grith nods to Vita, "The sooner we get out, the better." <Erias> "I make my decisions quickly. Gray's death will save many lives. Had I my way you would die now or face justice for whatever crimes have blackened your soul." <Grith> "I take it none of you have done this before?" * Apol pulls out the monocle and looks around. * Grith eyes Sam, "You? Weird? Y'look pretty all right to me." <Grith> "Bit on the stoic and quiet side, but there's always one..." <DM> She waves off the question "You must know by now that you are to be tested, but you do not know why. Gray is testing you for worthiness. I offer a test of mettle, to see if you have what it takes to best him." <Sam> "I grew up on a farm. Not much talking to do." <Foster> "Always with the testing." <Vita> "What does Gray care about our *worthiness*?" <DM> "In exchange for my information and... help... I ask for possession of the... child... you left behind in your cell." <Erias> (to Grith) "Done what before? Tromped through a madman's maze for hours?" * Vita turns half towards her before remembering herself and turning back to the other party members * Grith nods to Erias, then stares at the woman intently, "What'd you just say?!" <Vita> "What would you want a child for?!" * Erias turns toward her. <Fordran> "The child? And what do you plan to do exactly?" * Erias takes a couple of steps toward her. <Sam> "Ogre, you are distracted." <Apol> "You can get back to them?" <DM> ((Sam: what?)) * Erias pauses. * Erias charges. <Sam> (not caring if anyone responds to that) * Fordran opens his mouth, closes it. <DM> Ok you charge her and? <Grith> "All right!" <Erias> draw mace while charging, attack at the end of it. * Vita pulls out her bow and looks, um, less than happy <DM> No one else can move <Vita> "I wonder what's up with the screams..." <DM> Erias triggered an init. <Vita> (ok, sorry) <DM> Roll to hit * Sam winces in moral/ethical pain. <Erias> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 16 | [d20=3] [+13=13] <Erias> (meh.) <DM> Is that with the +2 charge? * Grith looks eager. <Erias> Yes. <DM> Your sudden charge caught her flat footed, but the mace deflects from her skin without connecting solidly. * Fordran readies his buckler and starts walking after Erias. * Erias looks momentarily surprised (and then freezes as time stops while we roll init) <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 19 | [d20=15] [+4=4] <DM> roll init <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 11 | [d20=10] [+1=1] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 3 | [d20=3] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 10 | [d20=9] [+1=1] <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 24 | [d20=20] [+4=4] <Grith> |roll d20 <tafal> 14 | [d20=14] <Sam> (and just when, for rp reasons, i don't want a good roll) <Fordran> (you can always delay) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE: Sam 24, mystery woman 19, Grith 14, Foster 11, Apol 10, Erias 4, Fordran 3' <Vita> |roll d20+ 4 <tafal> incorrect usage: roll <string> (where <string> is something like: d6 or 2d6 or 2d6+4 or 2d6+1d20 or 2d6+1d5+4d7-3d4-6) => Rolls that set of virtual dice <Sam> (it's still wasted dice karma.) <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 11 | [d20=7] [+4=4] * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE: Sam 24, mystery woman 19, Grith 14, Vita 11, Foster 11, Apol 10, Erias 4, Fordran 3' <DM> -> Sam <DM> She's between 5' and 10' away, depending on where you were standing before. <DM> I could draw the corridor, but you're all basically bunched up. <Fordran> (grenade) * Sam sighs, un flat-foots, moves to one side of the corridor, and backs away from everyone a bit. <DM> Which hallway? <Sam> (dodging mystery woman, just in case) <DM> N, S, E, W? <Sam> (the one we just came from, which i earlier marked with a sling bullet) <DM> S <Sam> (otherwise, done.) <DM> woman: "If you wish to decline my offer, a simple 'No' would suffice." <DM> She folds her arms across her chest and glares at Erias. <DM> -> Grith. * Grith looks hesitant, "So... we're attacking now, right?" <Sam> "Speak for yourself." <Grith> (Can I hold an attack or charge until someone attacks?) <DM> (You can hold your action to either a later number, or name a condition) <Foster> "A stiff refusal is probably sufficient here, assuming that Fordran's wards remain effective." <Grith> (Okay, I hold a charge until someone attacks.) <DM> Anyone looking at her, roll Spot <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 13 | [d20=12] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 5 | [d20=4] [+1=1] <Grith> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 3 | [d20=1] [+2=2] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 4 | [d20=1] [+3=3] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 13 | [d20=2] [+11=11] <Sam> (dice karma, q.e.d.) <Erias> (you can also just delay your init, if you don't want to name a specific action or trigger) <Grith> (No, the trigger's appropriate right now.) <Sam> (hey! i have feet too! neato keen!) <DM> -> Vita <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Apol> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 16 | [d20=13] [+3=3] * Vita points her bow at the woman, but says "I don't know if you're really here, woman" <Apol> "She has no sjach.. dark on the ground." <Fordran> "Shadow. No shadow." <Grith> "Huhn?" * Vita is done for now <DM> -> Foster <Foster> "I am getting so sick of being treated like a research subject." <DM> woman, to Foster: "I am offering freedom from Gray's manipulations. Talk sense into your friend." <DM> -> Apol <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 25 | [d20=16] [+9=9] * Apol flies over and tries to touch her to see if she is an illusion. <DM> You poke her, and she looks annoyed at you, but does not otherwise react. <Apol> "Did you lose your sjach?" <Apol> (done) * Grith barks out "Lizard!", then barks out a laugh. <Fordran> (would like to say something before erias' turn, if i can.) <Sam> (mozilla electroprimate!) <DM> (annoyed) "What's a *sjach?*" <Foster> "Your shadow." <Apol> "The darkness on the ground under you." <DM> (a bit peevishly) "Yes, yes I did." <Erias> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 21 | [d20=17] [+4=4] <Apol> (Peter Pan?) <DM> (Fordran, go ahead and speak) <Fordran> "Erias. Destroy it." <DM> -> Erias * Erias attacks. * Fordran says so quite levelly. <DM> She turns to mist in response. <Erias> (what, before my action?) <DM> Held action * Sam looks astonished. <Erias> (...son of a bitch.) * Fordran scowls. * Apol flies back a little in surprise. * Vita mutters darkly <DM> (echoing, diffuse voice) "Fine, have it your way. Muddle through on your own, mortals." <DM> She drifts off down the corridor you came. * Fordran calls back, "Undead abomination! Your judgment will come." <DM> 40'/round <Grith> "Undead?" <Erias> (Ugh. This is just depressing.) <Sam> (funny, last game i ran, there was a redhead who could do that too...) * Vita turns to Fordran and Erias <Erias> (And Erias probably isn't enjoying it either.) <Vita> "What WAS that?" <Fordran> "Most likely a vampire." <Sam> "Yes, what Vita asked." * Erias watches her go, dully. * Fordran grasps his holy symbol of Pelor. <Apol> "Will your protection hold, Fordran?" <Vita> "A...hhh... what would she have done with the child?" <Fordran> "She cannot harm them. Not for the next few hours." <Erias> "Let's go. Now." <Apol> "Only a few hours?!" <Vita> "Right. Screams?" <DM> Direction? <Foster> "Yes, we had best move quickly." <Foster> Screams. <Erias> "Screams? Where?" <Fordran> "We have till sunset." <DM> Left corridor. * Sam points down the left (west?) corridor. <Fordran> "Yes. Screams that way." * Fordran moves ahead. <DM> *tromp tromp tromp tromp* * Vita begins moving that way atop Pup, bow at the ready * Apol follows. <Erias> "Pelor, grant me strength in this dark hour." Erias's voice is quiet and resigned. * Erias follows. <Fordran> "Makes me wonder, Foster, how Gray could have antagonized a vampire." * Grith takes up the rear, putting 5' between him and the closest person. <Grith> "Whatsa vampire?" <Foster> "He's good at antagonizing people. And abominable undead, it seems. Almost a talent, really." <Sam> (given what i know about sam...i don't think he's familiar with the concept of undead, let alone vampires) <Fordran> "An unliving abomination." <Foster> "Maybe he sucked her brains, too." * Erias increases his pace. <Sam> "Fordran, is a vampire contrary to the natural order of things?" <Grith> "Undead. Got that. I mean... how do I kill her if she comes back?" <Grith> "...she is a she, right?" <Fordran> "Wholly." <Fordran> "They cannot abide the light of day." <DM> Quite abruptly for those who can see further than normal people, you see a section of corridor ceiling and floor, opened, 30' ahead, with what looks like a rope net strung between the open trap doors. <DM> It looks like it's wiggling. <DM> (The rope) <DM> The screaming is coming from there. * Foster peers over the edge. <Vita> "Stop! Trap! Person stuck!" * Fordran stops. * Sam halts. * Erias speeds up initially, then skids to a halt at Vita's words. <Foster> er. misread that. I stop instead. <Fordran> "...how much of this floor is real?" <Erias> "...floor?" * Erias is looking at the ceiling. <Vita> "I don't know, but obviously someone else got stuck in there" * Grith stops. * Vita shouts "Hello, can you hear us?" <DM> The net is strung between ceiling and floor, and looks like it's cocooning something about Grith-sized <Erias> (oh, "ceiling and floor") * Apol flies forward to see who is screaming <DM> You can see through the holes in the web. <DM> You don't *see* anyone in it though. <Fordran> (ah, misread, nm) <DM> Upon closer inspection, there are tiny barbs lining the ropes. <DM> Dark fluid is oozing from the ropes into the trap door in the floor. <Fordran> "...What IS that?" <Erias> "Grith, sword?" <Foster> "That's rather cruel. Attention, trapped creature! If you cease struggling, we may be able to assist you in freeing yourself." <Apol> "Hello?" <DM> (muffled, pained, guttural) "Help... Bonecrusher..." <Fordran> "Bonecrusher! Stop moving! We'll get you out." <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 17 | [d20=14] [+3=3] * Fordran looks at his mace. "Well, someone with something sharp will." <Grith> "Me? Sword? Sword what?!" <Vita> "I was wondering where he had gone" <DM> Okay, it stops twitching, mostly * Apol pulls out a dagger. <Foster> "Give cutting him down a shot?" * Sam retrieves kama. <Grith> "Well... er... I suppose I can try that. Give me a moment?" * Erias nods. <DM> (Who's doing what?) * Fordran is watching intently. * Foster is waiting on Grith. * Vita is standing around looking helpless <Apol> Apol will try to hack the ropes near the ceiling * Sam uses the kama for a test slash somewhere. * Grith straightens, furrows his brow in concentration. His body gains a shimmer for a few seconds, and then becomes covered in short tiger fur while his face takes on a faintly feline aspect. <DM> A series of whimpers comes from the invisible ogre as the net jerks from the cuts. * Vita stares at Grith * Sam stops. * Erias looks blankly at Grith. <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 19 | [d20=4] [+15=15] <Fordran> "Hang in there, Bonecrusher." * Fordran starts when he notices Grith. <DM> "Me IS hanging in here!" <Sam> "That does not seem like progress." <Fordran> "Right. Yes. Good job." * Grith moves toward the net and will try hacking his way through it with the greatsword if he can, around the edges near the corridor. <DM> The hack jostles the ropes near the top (already weakened by Apol) enough to drop the entire mess down into the shallow (2' deep) trap door in the floor with a thump. * Fordran winces. <Grith> "Hmmm..." <DM> The invisibility fades as Bonecrusher moans. * Fordran draws his wand. <Grith> "Uh... now how do I grab him without touching that... stuff?" <DM> He gingerly tries to pull it off of him, getting pricked and cut in the process, stops. <Apol> "Use your sword to move that stuff away?" <Fordran> "Apol, is any of it... glowy?" <DM> "Me hate this place." <Apol> "Let me check." <Fordran> "Right with you on that, Bonecrusher." <Foster> "I think we all do, Bonecrusher." * Apol keeps the dagger and pulls out the monocle. <Vita> "Me hate this place too, bonecrusher" * Apol looks around the area with the monocle. * Grith crouches down next to the trap, "Hey! Bonecrusher! Try not to move, okay?" <DM> He groans in response. <Apol> "The rope is not glowy, but Bonecrusher is." * Grith searches for a way to slide his greatsword between Bonecrusher and the stuff, to use it as leverage to haul him out. <DM> (Use rope: 0 ranks. Big Fucking Sword: 3k. The look on his face: priceless) * Grith will, better yet, look for leverage to just start slicing off the damn rope. <Fordran> (There are some things skill ranks can't buy. For everything else, there's Masterwork.) <DM> (hee) <Grith> (HA HA HA!) <DM> After a minute or so, there's enough of a hole in the rope that he frantically scrambles out. <DM> His wounds are already closing up. * Grith offers a hand to help him out of the trap, sword held in the other hand. <Erias> "That's useful." * Fordran starts to wand him, but notices the wounds closing. <Fordran> "W... well. I guess you'll be all right in a moment." * Sam is slightly astonished at wounds closing. * Apol lands and pokes at the rope. <DM> (Grith: 2' step, 10' Ogre) <DM> Apol, reflex save <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 15 | [d20=9] [+6=6] <DM> (it's sharp) <Grith> (er... oh) * Grith still offers him a hand, at least. <DM> You avoid directly poking any of the barbs <Vita> "Um... Grith... uh... how come you have fur?" * Erias looks at the floor. Is there a way around the trapdoors? <DM> It's only a 2' drop <DM> You can just walk through it <Erias> Filled with a pile of barbed rope? <DM> Oh, right. <Erias> If that's not an issue, I'll walk through it. <DM> Well, it's only 10' across <DM> You have armor and metal boots, right? * Erias nods. <DM> Not an issue... for you. <Vita> * Pup doesn't appear to want to walk towards the rope stuff <Sam> (yeah, sure, i can jump/tumble in old-school aeon flux (animated) style.) <Erias> "Okay, Grith, can you get across this?" <Sam> (cough) <Grith> (Does the trap affect the walls?) <Erias> "I can carry anyone else." * Fordran may not be as armored as Erias, but resolves to walk through it. <DM> Grith: It's sprung, there's no more trap, for all intents and purposes <DM> Just a pile of sharp rope in a hole <Grith> "Sure. I can even help carry. Vita? Pup?" <Vita> "Well, it worked last time" * Vita says with a smile <Erias> "Foster?" <Foster> "I should be alright." * Grith grins, goes about carrying Vita and Pup across the same as last time. * Erias nods and waits for Grith to cross. <Apol> "Hey, Erias, why don't you put some of this stuff on your mace or shield?" *points at barbed rope* * Erias considers. <DM> You have gauntlets, it'll be safe enough to handle as long as you keep it away from your exposed parts * Sam jumps across (trivially, assuming nothing in the way). <DM> (Assuming they move out of the way, it's fine Sam) <Apol> "Or on your helm, just like the flower crowns the girls wear in spring, but pointy!" <Foster> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 21 | [d20=14] [+7=7] <Erias> "It would tear my backpack and clothes up, and probably hurt one of us when I brushed past them." * Erias follows the others across. <Fordran> "Novel idea, though." * Grith sets Vita and Pup on the far side, turns, looks to see if anyone else might need a lift, then says, "Hey... er... are we sure we want to go this way?" <Vita> "Hmmm" * Erias looks further down the corridor. <Erias> "It's as good as any..." <Fordran> "Any way is as good as the next." <DM> Foster's eyes flash, and the air around his body shimmers a moment. * Foster walks across the rope pile. Those watching closely note that the rope is not disturbed at all by his passage. <Grith> "I s'pose. And at least this way, one of the traps has already been sprung." * Apol flies over the area. <Erias> (afk one sec, going with flow) <Fordran> "Then let us move on. Time is not on our side." <Grith> "I agree." * Grith moves to take up the rear again. * Foster stays smack dab in the middle. * Apol flies forward and searches ahead looking for anything unusual in the corridor. <DM> The corridor widens a bit, then opens into a 20'x20' room, with a large metal door set incongruously into the ubiquitous shimmering white walls. <Foster> "Oh good, a door." <DM> The door is on the opposite end of the room from the corridor entrance into the room <Fordran> "Or what looks like a door." <Foster> "Anyone care to wager on it being either trapped, illusory, or simply a door in front of a wall?" <Fordran> "I vote yes on all of those." <DM> (voice of Gray) "I'll go one better, Elan; it's a test." <Vita> "Elan?" <Grith> "I'm not so good at tests." <DM> (waiting on Colin for this part) <Erias> (reading scrollback) <Foster> "Your tests are boring, voyeur." <Erias> "Oh, gosh, he's found us out." * Fordran looks at Erias. * Erias continues walking toward the door, and if nothing else happens, draws his mace as he approaches and hits it. <Fordran> "Who's Elan?" <DM> *BOOooOOoOong* * Vita readies her bow and looks useless <Sam> "Wha--?" <Vita> * Pup whines unhappily, just in general <Foster> (to Fordran) "I'll explain later. Once we get out of this stupid place." * Erias tries to open the door. <DM> (voice of Gray) "At the end of the opposite hallway is a matching door." <DM> (There's no hinge or handle, or any other apparent way to open it) <DM> (voice of Gray) "It's open at the moment, and leads into my sanctum." <DM> (voice of Gray) "Through this door is one of your friends I've been entertaining." * Vita says in a voice dripping with sarcasm "I assume there's a catch" <Sam> ("O RLY?") <Erias> "I hope to Pelor it's the blasted vampire." <DM> (voice of Gray) "As this door opens, the other door will close, and you will need to go through more of my maze to reach me." <DM> (voice of Gray) "The test, of course, is this choice." <Grith> (I'd like to do something) <DM> (Yes?) <Erias> (me too. without hesitation.) <Grith> (Run down the corridor) <Foster> (Ooh, ooh, me too) * Sam pulls out a coin and flips it several times. * Erias doesn't hesitate. "Open the door." <DM> The door begins to open veeeeeery slowly. <DM> Like, glacially. <Fordran> "Grith!" <DM> As soon as it opens a tiny crack, you can hear something sizzling. * Sam flips the coin several more times, watching the door. * Erias reaches in and yanks. <DM> Strength check. <Grith> (ahcrap) <Foster> (aid another) <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 9 | [d20=7] [+2=2] <Erias> (eh heh.) <Foster> |roll d20 <tafal> 5 | [d20=5] <DM> It feels like it weighs a ton. <Foster> (failure!) * Erias continues straining against it. <Fordran> "What is it?" * Fordran peers in. * Foster looks through. * Vita looks lost and helpless <DM> Looks like some dull gray metal. <Grith> (I'm running down the corridor alone?) <Erias> "I don't know. But if he's been torturing someone, that's the priority." <DM> Oh, you're getting on the ground and peering? * Apol flies through as soon as the door opens enough <DM> (Grith: yeah) <Grith> (...I'd like to stop, turn around, and get back as fast as possible) <DM> (You probably notice right away) <Sam> (hm, at 7874 kg/m^3, maybe it really does weigh a ton~) <DM> (:P) <Vita> (Wait a sec - Grith actually moved?! I thought the parens meant he was only thinking a bout it_ <Grith> (And I'd like to aid another, with 24 str, if possible) <DM> There's a pool of acid set into the floor, Apol, and Yawin is dangling from some hooked chains in the ceiling. <Apol> "Yawin!" <DM> He's already lost part of a leg, and he's keeping the other one out. * Erias redoubles his efforts. <DM> Grith, roll it * Apol looks for anything that can hold him up or cover the acid. <DM> rest of you roll too * Foster slides under as soon as he can. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 7 | [d20=7] <Foster> |roll d20 <tafal> 16 | [d20=16] <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 16 | [d20=14] [+2=2] <Fordran> (oh, +1! 8!...) * Vita squeezes in as soon as she can, dismounting Pup if necessary <Grith> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 7 | [d20=1] [+6=6] <Grith> (Jesus FUCK MY EYE Christ!) <DM> It doesn't move any faster. <DM> Vita and Pup get through <DM> The rest of you soon squeeze under. <DM> Except Grith <Erias> "Yawin, hang on!" <DM> And Bonecrusher * Apol holds up Yawin's leg if there is nothing to cover acid/lift him. <DM> You guys will have to wait :P <DM> Apol, you grab onto Yawin's stump and strain to hover with it * Grith spouts out snarling vitriol and verbal bile that would make a whore blush. * Sam chooses the squeeze route. * Vita frowns and asks "Um, how do we clean up acid?" <DM> (The pit doesn't fill the room, just the center) * Vita looks for attachments to the hooked chains <DM> You see a pulley system attached to hooks on the near wall. * Fordran moves over to the pulleys. <Erias> "Careful!" * Fordran tries to figure which thing to pull. * Vita looks over the pulleys <DM> K: Engineering, or Int. <Erias> "Grith, get in here, hold him up..." <Foster> "Can we hook a rope up to this?" <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 11 | [d20=7] [+4=4] * Grith will as soon as he can. Otherwise, he just swears more loudly and colorfully. * Sam casually looks for rust/corrosion/damage on the chains. * Erias moves to the edge of the pit. <Fordran> (how wide is the acid pit?) <DM> Foster: If you unhook the chains, you can lower him into the pit all the way. <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 16 | [d20=16] <DM> Fordran: 15' diameter * Erias moves to the pulleys. <Vita> Is the pulley system moving? <Vita> (i.e. is he still being lowered more) <DM> Yes. <Grith> (Let me know when I can get into the room) <DM> Ok, you can get in. <DM> Bonecrusher stays outside. <Erias> If I just pull on the ropes above the levers & etc, can I raise him up? <DM> Are you trying? <DM> Or are you asking if you can tell? * Grith rushes to the edge of the pit, checks to see if he has any way of reaching the victim. <Vita> (I'm guessing that my int check didn't tell me any more than Foster's) <Foster> "Hm." <Apol> Once Grith helps hold up Yawin, Apol plans on going to the pulley <Erias> I'm asking if it's obvious. If I can tell. If it's just ropes going up to a simple pulley, it would be obvious. <DM> (Vita: max check is 10 untrained) <DM> Erias: You can't tell. * Foster walks out onto the acid and helps support Yawin. <Grith> (Do I have the reach to grab the guy?) <DM> Grith: Not quite, but Foster is out there now. <Fordran> "Can you catch him if we break these chains, Foster?" <Erias> "If we lower him a bit, can you move him into Grith's reach?" <Foster> "I wouldn't count on it. Ideally, we can break the chains and then hold onto them, controlling his rate of descent and lowering him into range of solid ground." <Foster> "Think you can manage that? <Apol> "Could we swing him?" * Sam retrieves a silk rope. "Is this useful?" <Fordran> "Grith? I think you can hold those chains in place, right?" <DM> Grith expands to 16 feet <Apol> "Yawin, hold on, ok?" <DM> He can probably hold the chains :P * Grith doubles in size again. <DM> Yawin unclenches his teeth. * Foster begins guiding Yawin in towards the party. <DM> "I'm okay, Apol." <Grith> (But I can't get Yawin yet, right?) * Erias stays near the chains for now. <DM> (You can now, Foster is pushing him over) * Sam puts the rope away and just sort of watches the weird shit happen. * Vita stays near the chains but clearly lets the larger people do things * Grith carefully takes a good hold of the poor bastard, then lifts him up and out. <Vita> (And the much larger people) <DM> Okay, you have him. <Erias> "Apol, can you break his chains? I don't know how strong they are." * Grith turns and sets him very, very, very carefully down on the ground on his back, to avoid damaged parts from hitting anything solid. <Erias> "And please, nobody heal him." * Fordran nods. <DM> The chains slip off pretty easily. * Vita sighs * Foster climbs out of the acid pit. <Grith> "Nobody heal...?! O-okay..." * Apol looks at the chains. <DM> They were just loops around his hands supported by his weight * Grith steps out of the way. * Apol pulls the chains over and drops it in the acid. <DM> The hooks were sunk behind his shoulderblades <DM> They sizzle and sink to the bottom. * Fordran moves over to Yawin. <Fordran> "Yawin..." <DM> "Fordran." * Erias crouches near Yawin as well. * Fordran looks at him helplessly. <DM> (Yawin) "Good to see you made it out okay. You should go on though, kill the bastard." As an afterthought "And protect the civilians." * Foster displays scholarly interest in the pool of acid, attempts to estimate how much it contains. <Fordran> "The civilians are safe. Pelor watches over them." <Erias> "I don't know how to help. Fordran, do you have the power to cause injury?" <Fordran> "Not in helpful manner, no." <Erias> "We can bring you with us, at least." <DM> (Yawin) "Don't worry about me. I'm no use in my condition, and in no immediate danger besides." <Erias> "..." <Fordran> "Did you manage to find out anything about this place?" <DM> Apol dives into the pool of acid. * Apol leaps onto the side of the pool of acid. <DM> (Yawin) "I'm not even sure where 'here' is, Fordran. One moment, I'm in the sewer with the rest of you, the next moment, something large and metal grabs me and trusses me up." * Foster looks around the room, now that our immediate issues have been dealt with. <DM> (Yawin) "Apol!" * Apol pops back up holding the chains. * Erias glances at the pool of acid. "I'm sure it's fine." <Apol> "We might need these later." <Foster> "I wouldn't worry. Apol eats poison for fun." * Fordran looks scared for a moment, then relaxes. "Oh, right." <DM> (Yawin) "..." * Apol tosses the chains onto the floor. <Erias> "We're in Gray's lair." <DM> (Yawin) "So maybe... half an hour ago, the chains started lowering me." * Grith stares at Apol. <DM> (Yawin) "Wonderful. Stick to the 'Kill the bastard' plan." <Erias> "That's the idea." * Fordran smiles faintly. "We're working on that." <Foster> "Indeed." <DM> (Yawin) "Oh. Did Grant land with you?" <Foster> (Trying to remember) <Erias> (uh... did he?) <Fordran> "...No." <Erias> (I thought he _was_ with us.) <Fordran> (i thought he wasn't) <DM> (He wasn't) * Erias stands up. "We need to move. You are a knight, and you know your own mind. Should we leave you here or bring you with us?" <Grith> "Um..." <DM> (Yawin) "Leave me. Maybe I can regrow the leg." * Grith looks like he's about to ask a question of Apol. Then looks at Yawin and seems to think better of it. * Erias smiles grimly. <DM> (Yawin) "Um. Do you have any uncooked meat?" <Foster> "If he's not with you, and he wasn't with the civilians, I'm going to assume that he's currently renewing his interest in basketweaving." <Fordran> "Would be a nice trick, if you did." <DM> Yawin looks up at Foster strangely. <Fordran> "Or hanging by hooks in a similar room." <Erias> "I just have dried rations." <DM> (Yawin) "Best I not ask." <Foster> "It's a long story, yes." <Apol> "I have some old meat." *pulls out the smelly rancid tentacle monster meat* <DM> (Yawin, to Erias) "Good enough, if I may. Thank you." <DM> (Yawin, to Apol) "Urgh. That... might work." * Erias gives dried meat to Yawin, presumably along with Apol's meat. * Sam scratches his head. <Sam> (oh, almost forgot. "eeewww!") <DM> (Yawin) "Thank you. Now please, leave me, I'd... rather be alone for this." * Vita looks confused * Erias puts a hand on Yawin's shoulder. "Good luck." <Foster> "Right. We'd best get a move on." * Fordran nods slowly. * Fordran stands up. * Erias nods as he turns around. <Foster> "We should go inspect this other door." <Apol> "Yawin, the lion we met didn't want my meat. Just so you know." <Fordran> "Guess we've got more maze to explore." <DM> (Yawin) "One way to find out..." <Erias> "Let's hurry. The civilians have little time left." * Erias moves to the door. <DM> As you leave, Bonecrusher glances through the open door at Yawin, follows. <DM> Listen checks. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 18 | [d20=15] [+3=3] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 2 | [d20=1] [+1=1] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 21 | [d20=18] [+3=3] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 2 | [d20=1] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 28 | [d20=18] [+10=10] <Grith> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 16 | [d20=14] [+2=2] <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 29 | [d20=17] [+12=12] * Fordran gulps, coughs a little. * Apol smiles a toothy smile. * Sam looks back for a moment. * Fordran takes a deep breath. * Fordran doesn't. * Sam looks forward again. * Grith spins and looks around, sword up... * Vita looks as blandly neural as she can <Fordran> (hee) <Fordran> (neural) * Erias continues walking quickly down the corridor. <Vita> (dammit. Neutral) <Vita> (stupid Neuroscience conference shading my words) * Grith stares blankly at Yawin, then makes a disgusted face and looks anywhere else. <DM> The group quickly gets back to the trap door in the corridor. <Vita> "Should we double check on the other door to make sure it's closed like he said? <Vita> " * Erias jumps down and tromps through it. <Foster> "Yes." <Erias> "Sure." <Erias> "Be careful, in case there's a matching trap." <Foster> "And me without my ten foot pole." * Sam jumps across (again). * Fordran tromps after Erias. * Grith is no longer furry, but is still huge. <Grith> s/huge/large * Vita asks Grith, again "How the **** do you make yourself furry?" <Foster> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 13 | [d20=10] [+3=3] <DM> |roll 1d3+1 <tafal> 3 | [1d3=2] [+1=1] * Grith blinks down at the gnome, "Huh? Oh..." * Grith appears to consider for a moment. <DM> Foster cuts himself on a razor as he balances on the blade. <Foster> "Hm. Trick's not quite perfect. Oh well." <Grith> "I guess... I just will myself to copy some aspect of an animal I admire?" * Grith seems fairly uncertain about his response. <DM> Apol and Bonecrusher fly across <Vita> "That's very interesting." * Vita motions to Grith that she and Pup might need help across again * Grith easily helps Vita and Pup across. Even more easily than previously. <Vita> "So you only take on certain aspects?" * Grith responds as he's picking her up and carrying her across, "Well... I pick an aspect of one animal, and copy its, er... strongest aspect. I b'lieve." <DM> Once regrouped, you hustle back to the crossroads. <Vita> "What a neat trick." <DM> Sam, your sling bullet is nowhere to be found. <Fordran> (alliance raid inc XR) <Grith> "It's very handy." <DM> Proceeding into opposite corridor? * Sam mumbles something angry-sounding. <Vita> (hahaha) * Erias continues into opposite corridor. <Vita> "What's up Sam?" * Grith takes up the rear again. <DM> Erias: Pace? <DM> Grith: Bonecrusher refuses to let you lag behind him. <Sam> "Someone wishes to make us forget where we have been." <Fordran> "How's that?" * Grith will take up the place between the ogre and the party, then. <Vita> "Um... are we sure that we are where we were?" <Sam> "The marker I placed there -- " (points) " -- is no longer." <Sam> "A valid question, Vita." * Erias continues at 30' per round, jogging if necessary. He stops when he gets more than 30' ahead of the rest of the party. <DM> I think they can all keep up <Grith> "Oh. Good. I'd hate for this to make sense." <Foster> "Not a particularly relevant one, however. If we are, we're heading in the right direction. If we aren't, one direction is as good as any other." <DM> Erias: Fort save <DM> at -4 <Fordran> "Gray said he'd make our trip through this maze longer, didn't he." <Erias> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 20 | [d20=5] [+15=15] <Erias> er <DM> Um. <Erias> hang on <DM> Okay. <Sam> "It may be easier if I forget my basic theories of how reality works." <Foster> "Well. Reality is a rather malleable thing." * Vita is probably still following Erias if he keeps moving <Vita> (kept moving?) <Fordran> "Is it?" <Erias> That would be a 16 with the -4. See /msg. <DM> Vita: limbo, as Erias figures out what he's holding up <Sam> "For you, perhaps. Not quite as much for me." <Foster> "All it takes is practice." <Apol> "What kind of practice?" <DM> As Erias's foot lands on a section of floor that looks identical to the rest, a surge of electricity surges through the floor, his armor, into the ceiling. * Erias stops. <DM> He spasms and finishes his stride on the other side. <Sam> "Practice I apparently haven't -- " *FZNRT* <Erias> ...on the other side. <Foster> "That looked painful." * Vita stops suddenly * Sam halts. <DM> The hair on his body is sticking out, but he looks otherwise unharmed. * Vita grimaces <Vita> Yes, yes it did <Apol> "Ohhh how did you do that, Erias?" <Erias> "I don't suggest stepping on that tile." <Vita> "Which tile?" <DM> (There are no apparent tiles) <Foster> "Suggestion taken." <DM> (The floor is contiguous) <Fordran> "There's one big tile, Erias." <Fordran> "Are you all right?" * Apol flies towards Erias. <Erias> (to Apol) "It was a trap. I can't shoot lightning at will." <Erias> "I'm fine. My faith gives me the strength to endure." * Fordran grins. <DM> (Fordran says! Ooh! me too!) <DM> (BZZRNT) * Foster takes a running jump across to where Erias is. <Fordran> (yeah! i've got all kinds of faith! it's called Cure Wounds) <Apol> "A trap. Here?" <DM> Foster, jump check? * Apol hovers over a random tile. <Erias> "I can't tell where it starts or ends." <Foster> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <DM> Eheh. <DM> This could be bad. <DM> Fort save -4 * Sam tries a running jump as well. <Foster> good enough to cover 10 feet. * Foster shrugs. <DM> Oh, right. <Erias> True. <DM> Nevermind. Go ahead. <Grith> "I suppose I can carry you along the walls again, Vita." <Vita> (Did Foster make it?) <DM> 10 feet is plenty <DM> So yes <Vita> "I hope you don't mind too much, Grith" <Erias> You can clear 5 feet with a DC 5 running jump. * Fordran will try a running jump, when it's clear. <Grith> "Not at all." <DM> Ok Fordran <Foster> characters with low speed take serious penalties, unfortunately) * Grith repeats the routine with Vita and Pup. <Fordran> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 9 | [d20=3] [+6=6] <DM> Good enough <Grith> "So... how'd ya get mixed up with this bunch? Ya don't seem like the city sort." <DM> I forgot jump length = DC <DM> Bonecrusher floats over the floor warily. <Erias> Good point. My current jump check would be -10, counting my strength. * Grith asks as he's lifting and settling her and pup about his person. <Vita> "I'm not... I was wandering around the forest when I found this unfortunate town." <Vita> "Then there were people that needed helped, so I helped..." <Vita> (Help, not helped) <Erias> (is everyone across?) <DM> Yes <Vita> "And then I ended up here..." * Erias turns and continues down the corridor. <Fordran> "Sort of got drawn into a web of intrigue, didn't you, Vita." * Vita follows Erias <Grith> "Ahh. Hm. But helping got ya here, right?" <DM> You reach an identical anteroom to the one preceding Yawin's torture. <DM> The door is open. <Vita> "Yeah. If only I knew what the web was made of." * Grith asks as he sets her down on the other side. * Apol lands on Erias. * Erias continues toward the door. "Hunh." <DM> It leads down a flight of stairs into the darkness. * Grith chuckles rumblingly, straightens, and draws his sword again. * Apol peers into the darkness. <Fordran> (i attack the darkness) <Foster> "Hey, darkness. That's new." <Erias> "One track is as good as another, at this point. Choosing direction is an illusion." <DM> What is this, Zen from your random points in K: Religion? <Apol> "The stairs turn left down there." <Vita> "It's nice to see our track, though" <Erias> This is the simple knowledge that Gray is making our choices for us. * Sam retrieves the Heatless Torch. <DM> Hey, he told you the door would close. <Erias> He may have been talking about a different door. The lack of sling bullet suggests the dungeon is changing. <Fordran> (or janitors.) <Apol> (Hee!) <Erias> (or zombie halflings desperate for ammunition.) <DM> (Or a spiteful vampire, or invisible item conveyor belts) <Erias> "Ready?" * Foster pulls out his flaming coin-with-hole-in-middle, attaches to shoulder. <DM> The stairs do indeed go down and turn left. <Sam> "Why not?" <Vita> "Sure." <DM> Grith, it's going to be a tight squeeze at your size. <Fordran> "Pelor, light our path!" (casting Light on buckler) <Fordran> ( <Grith> (How tight?) * Erias begins down the stairs. <Fordran> ("I have Light on me!") <DM> It'll scrape your shoulders and hips. <Grith> (I'll tought it out, for now.) <DM> Ok. <Grith> (tough, too) <DM> Erias, leading? <Erias> Sure. I have no light on me, so I stay close to the others. <DM> Bonecrusher turns invisible. <Grith> "There went the ogre. Again." * Vita is in the middle of the pack somewhere * Grith takes last again. <Apol> "He is there near you, Grith. Bonecrusher, stay with us this time?" <Vita> (brb, need more food, will try and keep an eye on the channel) <DM> After the stairs turn, it's a few more steps into a large circular room with three tiers of staggered height. <DM> Bonecrusher grunts from behind Grith. * Grith chuckles. * Erias moves in to allow the others to enter, then stands still and looks at the tiers. <DM> The outer ring, the one you're entering from, is slightly higher than the middle ring, set at a 5' drop from your level, and 15' in width <DM> The center tier is raised above the floor 20', so 15' above your level. <DM> It has a diameter of about 25' <DM> The ceiling slopes away, at least 50' at the dome. <Fordran> "Odd room." <Apol> "What is this place?" <DM> It's lit dimly in here, most of the light coming from the central tier. <Sam> "Built for a specific purpose which I cannot fathom?" <DM> Standing and moving around silently are gray robed and hooded figures. <Grith> "People." <Erias> "It's going to be hard to get to them. This is a defensible position." <DM> In the middle, stands a male in gray robes with his hood thrown back, looking down at you impassively. <Vita> "Curiouser and curiouser" <Grith> "Mm." <Fordran> "Ah. An audience." <Foster> "If I had to guess, it's where we undergo yet another pointless trial in which we are tormented ceaselessly for some ass's amusement. At the least, that's the purpose of every other room in the complex." <DM> He speaks, and you recognize the voice of Gray. <DM> "Inability to place the greater purpose over the immediate, personal gain." <DM> "But, refusal to believe bald assertion, good." <Erias> "Blow me." * Apol looks at Erias. <Fordran> (quietly, to Erias) "...What does that even mean?" <DM> "Determination, resourcefulness. Not a total loss." <Grith> "So can I kill him now?" <Erias> (quietly, to Fordran) "I don't know. Bloodnose said it." <Fordran> "I think he has something prepared for us, Grith. Knowing him." <Erias> "Yes. But he's ready for it." * Grith would like to start sidestepping away from the group. <Erias> "If you could throw me up there, that would be lovely." * Sam watches Gray intently. <Grith> "Hey, uh... Apol? You see any 'shinies'?" * Vita readies her crossbow * Apol stealthily pulls out the monocle and peers around the room. <Foster> "So, what's the game, Gray? I assume that's why you brought us here, to talk extensively about your sweeping plans in which we are to play a minor part, if you find us to be "worthy" of your magnanimity." * Apol flies over and lands on Grith's shoulder. * Erias studies Gray intently. <Foster> "Or maybe you just feel like commenting on our behavior some more." * Apol whispers loudly, "This whole place is glowing. It's different from anything I have seen before." <DM> "There's a great threat at work here, mister Foster, far greater than you consider me." <Erias> "There is only one dark-souled being in front of us. I do not know what the others are." <Vita> (back from being minorly away) <Apol> continues, "Some of the glowing is phasing in and out..." <Grith> "Oh. So... what's that mean?" <DM> (Gray) "I brought you, and many others before you, to find those able to meet that challenge." <Fordran> "Whatever your designs and goals may be, Gray, you have committed atrocities for which you have no excuse." <Erias> "It means he thinks it's okay if he kills or tortures lots of people if he saves the world in the end. And he's wrong." <Foster> "So what you're saying is, the world is in grave danger from some immense threat, and so we should team up with you, who has dogged us, captured us, tormented us, and harmed our friends." <DM> (Gray) "Of course, mister Drakesbane. That was a necessary part of the test, as is this further part." * Erias begins walking around the platform. <DM> (Gray) "No, mister Foster, I expect you to try to kill me. Only if you succeed will you be able to do what needs to be done." <Grith> "And do we listen to this maniac, or just beat some justice into 'im?" <Foster> "Ah, well. At least we're on the same page, then." <Vita> "And taking parts of people away from them helps *test* them?" * Grith is hopefully halfway around the platform by now, still on the outer ring. <Vita> "I'll listen to the part where the maniac tells us to kill him." <Erias> "If I could _get_ there, I'd be beating him already." * Erias is circling the platform in the direction opposite Grith. <Foster> "Out of idle curiosity, what would you say if I told you to go piss up a tree?" <DM> Grith: There are stairs up to the center from the back. <Grith> "There're stairs here!" <DM> "Irrelevant, mister Foster. Unless they were a verbal component." <Erias> "Can anyone tell for sure that this isn't an illusion? I don't want to beat innocents to death." * Erias hurries toward the stairs. <Grith> "Gods damnit!" <Sam> "Who made *you* arbiter, Gray?" * Erias slows, looks at Grith. "What?" * Fordran mutters, "this has got to be a trap." * Vita squints are the people as if to see if they are illusionary <Foster> "Always with the moral quandaries. If it's any help, I have seen this man before, breaking thugs' necks in an alleyway." <DM> "No one, mister Duncan." * Grith scowls up at the figure, "Could be an illusion." <DM> "The world and its events occur, and people either seize control of their destinies or forever dance to the tunes of others." <Foster> "What did you do with the Nyrondese Arboleth, by the way? The man those thugs nearly killed for it was rather interested in getting it back." * Sam looks almost hurt by that. <Erias> Am I at the stairs yet? <DM> Erias, yes, so is Grith. * Grith whispers to Apol, assuming she's still on his shoulders, "Is -Gray- glowing?" <Erias> "Pelor, give me strength!" <DM> (Gray) "All in good time, mister Foster. You may have it once you have dispatched me, and my subordinates have been left with your instructions in that event." <DM> (Gray) "I collected it, for it is vital to what comes ahead." <Vita> (Would I have a shot at Gray here?) * Apol whispers back to Grith, "Yes, he is glowing in and out." <Erias> (I will act when allowed.) * Apol says something in draconic to Gray. <Grith> <whispered> "Gods damnit!" <DM> Vita: yes, but he's at the far end of your 2nd range increment <DM> a -2 penalty <DM> Erias, go ahead <DM> Gray replies in Draconic * Erias charges up the stairs, drawing mace, attacking at the end of it (in the unlikely event that he makes it that far). * Vita stays below, eyeing the figures around gray warily <Sam> "Well then." <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 20 | [d20=4] [+16=16] * Grith moves after Erias at about half speed, stopping to watch the outcome of Erias' charge. <DM> Erias, your AC? <Erias> without shield, and while charging, it's... * Apol leaps off of Grith as soon as he starts moving towards Gray. <DM> Gray is interrupted in his response to Apol as Erias charges, and there's a clash of metal <Erias> 19, I think. <DM> CLANG <Erias> full plate +1 <Erias> er, 17 <Erias> with the charge <DM> |roll 5d6+15 <tafal> 28 | [5d6=13] [+15=15] <DM> Dianarra intercepts you from her hiding place by the stairs. <Erias> (nonlethal?) <DM> (By smashing your chestplate in with her crystal sword) <Grith> "ERIAS!" * Erias rebounds sideways but continues headlong toward Gray. If allowed. <DM> You can no longer move unimpeded in a straight line to the closest square to make the charge, so no. * Vita probably wants to do something, but once again I believe Erias has brought us into Init <Erias> Okay, what are my options? <DM> Finish your charge at her, or end your turn. <Erias> I attack her. <DM> Righto <DM> (I'm not actually sure what happens, but go ahead. You don't get +2 bonus) <Erias> (bah) <DM> (I think RAW, you don't get to do anything, since charge is targetted) <DM> (But go ahead, you're right there) <Erias> (we have set AP until next level, right?) <DM> (Right. Next level, we're doing 3/day) <Erias> (Ah, right, okay. Probably using AP.) <Erias> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 25 | [d20=12] [+13=13] <DM> Hit, damage <Erias> (...I guess I'll refrain.) <Erias> |roll d8+2d6+4 <tafal> 18 | [d8=8] [+2d6=6] [+4=4] <DM> A ripple of energy courses from Erias' eyes to his macehead as it connects with Dianarra, and detonates invisibly. <DM> Her head whips to the side, and she spits out some blood. <DM> Init <Erias> "Try not to kill her!" <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 1 | [d20=1] <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 18 | [d20=14] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 15 | [d20=14] [+1=1] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 18 | [d20=14] [+4=4] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 6 | [d20=5] [+1=1] <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 7 | [d20=5] [+2=2] <DM> |roll d20 <tafal> 17 | [d20=17] <Grith> |roll d20 <tafal> 19 | [d20=19] <Fordran> (tafal likes 14s) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE: Grith 19, Sam 18, Vita 18, Gray 17, Foster 15, Dianarra 7, Apol 6, Erias 4, Fordran 1' <DM> (Dianarra, to Erias) "You should've thought of that before you killed my parents, abomination!" <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (shit) <DM> Hey guys? <DM> Fordran, were you going to heal Grith at the end of last session? <Sam> (hm?) <Grith> (Rather, how much did Fordran heal Grith last session?) <Fordran> (didn't i already do that?) <Grith> (Oh... to full?) <DM> Basically, it's bookkeeping stuff that kind of fell aside because we went to bed <Grith> (yah) <DM> We're trying to figure out Grith's current hp, is all <Fordran> (healed for 5, asked if grith wasn't more healing, didn't get a full response) <Fordran> (based on logs) <DM> (Ah ok) <Grith> (He still looked messed up, but said no. So...) <Fordran> (apol was healed for 11) <DM> (okay, you're at whatever you were at +5 then) <Grith> |roll d12 <tafal> 3 | [d12=3] <Grith> (damnitall) <Grith> (done) <DM> -> Sam <Erias> I don't think there was a response of any kind <Erias> * Fordran heals others as needed, including himself. <Erias> <Fordran> |roll d8+3 <Erias> <tafal> 11 | [d8=8] [+3=3] <Erias> <DM> So that's Fordran, Apol, Grith <Erias> <Fordran> healing apol <Erias> <Fordran> |roll d8+3 <Erias> <tafal> 11 | [d8=8] [+3=3] <Erias> <Fordran> (hot) <Erias> <DM> You two should be fully healed, iirc <Erias> <Fordran> yup <Erias> after that it just doesn't come up. * Sam circles around the room toward Dianarra (dodging her too). <DM> -> Vita <Vita> How much is Erias blocking Dianarra? <DM> Vita, did you circle around? <DM> If so, you can hit her from the side. * Vita probably followed people but said she was staying below <DM> You have a shot. Remember about firing into melee <Vita> Do I have a shot on Gray? <DM> Two range increments, so -2 <Vita> "Somehow, I think this is a bad idea." * Vita shoots at Gray <DM> You'll basically need to be on the platform, or levitating to negate that <DM> The stairs has no clear shot, because of the angle <DM> s/has/have <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 23 | [d20=11] [+12=12] <Vita> (oops, that's +11) <DM> That's fine, hit. <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 4 | [d4=2] [+2=2] <Vita> (I'm assuming I had to do some movement before that, which is why I didn't use any feats) <DM> The arrow grazes him. <Vita> (Since I had no idea where I was) <DM> (Okay, I didn't draw this room because I didn't know you guys would make it today) <Fordran> (we should have grinded more so we could level up) <Grith> (At least once!) <Grith> (And rested at least 24 hours with a successful fort save by Grith at the end) <Grith> (*whimper*) <DM> Gray walks to the edge of the platform. <DM> Grith, Will save <Grith> (ahcrap) <Grith> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 16 | [d20=12] [+4=4] <Grith> (Nng.) <Erias> (at least Grith doesn't act for a while.) <Fordran> (yaay?) <DM> Gray finishes replying to Apol in Draconic. <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 33 | [d20=18] [+15=15] <Erias> (does Grith look any different?) <Grith> (He's a dire beholder. With extra tentacles) <DM> Erias: You can sense motive <Fordran> (woot) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 10 | [d20=5] [+5=5] <Erias> (eh heh.) <DM> He looks angry. <DM> That's normal, I think. <Grith> (Yeah... pretty standard.) <Grith> (Either that or faintly bewildered and frustrated... which also means angry.) <DM> -> Foster * Foster circles around the pillar. <DM> Gray doesn't respond to Apol. <Foster> (to see what the commotion is) <DM> You can see all the PCs and Gray and Dianarra from here. <DM> Dianarra is locked in combat with Erias. <Foster> She gets a dispel in the face. <DM> You heard her shout back a reply to Erias earlier <DM> Ok. * Grith is halfway up the stairs to them, looking angry. <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 29 | [d20=18] [+11=11] <Grith> (yay?) <DM> She looks bewildered for a moment, looks less tough. <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 15 | [d20=4] [+11=11] <Grith> (boo?) <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 22 | [d20=11] [+11=11] <Fordran> (yay?) <Grith> (heh) <DM> Some blood drains from her complexion. <Foster> (to her) "I don't think we had anything to do with that, you know." <Erias> (To Dianarra) "I've killed a lot of people. So have you, I imagine. But knowing how Gray muddles minds, I doubt I killed your parents. Who were they?" <Erias> (that might be pushing 6 seconds.) <DM> (to Erias) "They did nothing to you! They were sailing home to see me! I was only 10 you BASTARD!" <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 24 | [d20=8] [+16=16] * Erias looks utterly stunned. <Erias> (and drops his guard.) <DM> |roll 5d6+15 <tafal> 32 | [5d6=17] [+15=15] <Fordran> (damn. i gotta use whatever weapon she's using. that's, what, a grenade?) <Fordran> (or three?) * Erias looks... even more stunned, and wobbly. <DM> The mighty impact reverberates around the room. <Grith> (this can't go well) <DM> Erias' breastplate looks creased. <Fordran> (stupid repair costs) <DM> -> Apol * Apol cringes at the blow that Erias took. * Apol flies up and pulls out a wand and waves it at Dianarra. <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 17 | [d20=12] [+5=5] <DM> She stiffens a little, but otherwise does nothing. <DM> -> Erias <Erias> While taking other actions, Erias speaks: <Erias> (quietly) "Please let me fight Gray. He kills innocents. I am yours afterward." * Erias takes a 5' step backward and casts a spell, then draws his shield. <Erias> (louder) "Don't kill her!" <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (how close can i get to erias/grith?) <DM> You can get right up to them. <DM> They're one move away, say. * Fordran moves right up to Erias. <Fordran> (does erias still look as mangled as ever?) <DM> He looks pale and wobbly <DM> About to fall over <DM> No visible blood though <Fordran> "Pelor, shine upon your servant!" (Augmented Cure Serious on Eriase) <Fordran> |roll 3d8+13 <tafal> 27 | [3d8=14] [+13=13] <Fordran> (done) * Erias looks much more stable and solidly on his feet. <Fordran> (wait i did my bonus wrong) <Fordran> (it should be... +20) * Erias looks even more stable! <Fordran> (wait no) <Grith> (wow) <Fordran> (sorry. math is hard -- +14, sorry.) * Erias looks slightly less stable. <Fordran> (that <DM> Heheh * Erias sues you for whiplash. <Fordran> (that's my final answer.) <DM> hehehe <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (I don't wanna!) <Grith> (Who's closer to Grith? Fordran or Erias?) <Erias> (hell.) <DM> Fordran <DM> (Dianarra, to Erias) "Over my dead body. He raised me, honed me into the instrument of my revenge." <Erias> (alrighty.) <Fordran> (so much for your diplomacy) <Erias> (I didn't get to make a roll, but then I didn't actually take an action, so...) * Grith grows tiger fur. Of course, he's still quite large. So a giant... furry... man-tiger. <DM> (Can't Diplomacy in 6 seconds without Evangelist anyway :P) <Erias> (plus, "raised me, honed me into the instrument of my revenge" sounds like DC 40+) * Grith then moves up behind Fordran. * DM (* Grith gropes Fordran) <Erias> (Fordran, we hardly knew ye.) <Fordran> (gnah) <Grith> (...ngah!) <DM> -> Sam <Foster> (ngah indeed) <Sam> (am i close enough to dianarra to move and strike?) <DM> Sam: No clear melee, she's on the stairs with Erias <DM> You can jump up there, I guess <DM> you'd have to clear 15' <Grith> (Fly like an eagle, boy!) * Sam tries to jump up to Dianarra and grab one of her legs to throw her off-balance. <DM> Roll jump, or is it trivial? <Sam> (if it's a long jump, trivial) <DM> High Jump <Sam> (if it's pure high jump...um...dc 60?) <DM> running 15'? <Fordran> (6 million dollar man noise) <Erias> include your height -- 8' for a normal human, with arms extended <DM> Oh. Right. <DM> So uh, no. <Sam> |roll d20+20 <tafal> 30 | [d20=10] [+20=20] <Sam> (7.5 feet by my calculations) <Sam> (with 8' height reach...well, i'll let the DM decide) <Erias> 7.5 feet means a normal human could reach a 15' high wall. But that's assuming no horizontal clearance. <DM> Ok, you're hanging from the ledge. <DM> Another move action + climb check puts you on the stairs by Erias/Fordran <DM> + Grith * Sam climbs. <Sam> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 31 | [d20=19] [+12=12] <DM> Trivial :P <DM> Okay, you're there <DM> -> Vita <Vita> "All this pain could be avoided if you just LET US GO!" (As she shoots off a bunch of arrows) <Vita> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 23 | [d20=14] [+9=9] <Vita> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 22 | [d20=13] [+9=9] <DM> ("A-arrows? No! My one weakness!") <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <DM> Hit, hit, miss <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 6 | [d4=4] [+2=2] <Vita> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 4 | [d4=2] [+2=2] <Foster> (hee! Harold and Kumar ftw) <DM> *thwit thwit* <Vita> (done) <DM> Gray stumbles a bit from the impact. <DM> Fordran, Will save with +4 <DM> Gray looks at you and tightens his gaze <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 34 | [d20=19] [+15=15] <Fordran> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 15 | [d20=2] [+13=13] <Fordran> hm <Fordran> AP? <DM> Yes. <DM> PLEASE. <Fordran> |roll d6 <tafal> 6 | [d6=6] <Foster> Yes. AP good. <DM> Okay, you save partial. <Fordran> (y...ay) <DM> |roll 3d6 <tafal> 12 | [3d6=12] <Foster> (Yes, yay) <Fordran> (oh god) <DM> Gray's intellect hammers into your medulla <Foster> (Very, very yay) <Sam> (you don't even have a medulla!) <DM> You barely manage to deflect his assault on your mind through force of will <DM> You start bleeding from the nose (12 damage) <Fordran> (and the power of my faith [AP]) <DM> -> Foster * Fordran flinches from, apparently, something inside. <Foster> Grith gets dispelled. <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 16 | [d20=5] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 25 | [d20=14] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 27 | [d20=16] [+11=11] <Grith> (I get dispelled? But... I'm not magic, Foster... *hurt look*) <DM> Grith looks confused, and shrinks down to normal (for him) size <DM> He's still fuzzy <Grith> (*sigh*) <Foster> (don't you *sigh* me, sir) <Grith> (Heh. I just wanted to play with Fordran a little.) <DM> (He just saved half your asses :P) <DM> Moving? <Foster> Nah. <Foster> Far from melee is good enough for me. <Grith> (Okay, Erias' turn to die. I mean... Dianarra's turn.) <DM> (Dianarra) "Can you feel it, Elan? My blade hungers for the taste of your soul, as I do." <Erias> (ah, hell.) <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 19 | [d20=3] [+16=16] <Erias> (at least my AC is marginally better.) <DM> Is that a miss? <Erias> Yes. 22. <DM> She snarls. <Erias> Would have hit without the shield. <DM> -> Apol * Apol flies to the side of Dianarra that also faces Gray. * Apol releases an acrid gas around her. <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 12 | [d20=3] [+9=9] <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 21 | [d20=19] [+2=2] <DM> Dianarra and Gray stiffen slightly, begin moving sluggishly <Grith> (woot!) <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 3 | [d4=3] <Grith> (I heart wee dragons!) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (hokay.) <Vita> (so.) * Erias nods curtly, turns and charges Gray. <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 36 | [d20=20] [+16=16] <Erias> (please miss please... er.) <Foster> (ohfuck) * DM ulps. <Fordran> (yay tafal) <Erias> (please no critical please no...) <Fordran> (hating on PCs as usual) <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 22 | [d20=6] [+16=16] * DM ulps <Fordran> (good lord.) <Erias> (well, okay. I'm down. Fordran, start thinking about your action.) <Fordran> (you automatically die, dont' you) <Sam> (um.) <DM> |roll 7d6+30 <tafal> 50 | [7d6=20] [+30=30] <DM> Fort save * Erias goes down. <Fordran> (or?) <Foster> (aaand it's massive damage time) <Erias> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 31 | [d20=16] [+15=15] <Vita> (no chance that slow effects would have meant that she wasn't able to do that?) <Fordran> (nope) <Foster> (slow doesn't restrict AoOs, unfortunately) <Vita> (well, there was hoping) <Erias> But normal "slow" spell causes -2 to attacks... <DM> With a vicious scream, she bashes Erias to the floor with her sword. <DM> Oh. <DM> Ok. <DM> So it's only a hit <Erias> er, -1 in spell desc, -2 in summary <DM> Not a crit <Erias> either would make it only a hit. <Vita> (yeah, I was about to mention that too) <Erias> So I may still be up. <Fordran> (yay?) <DM> |roll 5d6+15 <tafal> 32 | [5d6=17] [+15=15] <Vita> (yay!) <Vita> (yay?) <DM> So, not a massive damage save. <Sam> (hooray?) <Grith> (Can I charge at Gray through a space that isn't currently threatened by She-Ra?) <DM> There is no square that matches that desription <DM> Erias is still up <Foster> (Guess he gets to finish his charge, then) <Grith> (Just trying to plan ahead.) <DM> Time and space seem to distort as alternate realities fracture from the edge of her blade during the impact. * Erias continues his charge, and at the end of it, drops his shield, grips the mace with both hands, and screams as he strikes at the probably illusionary form of Gray. <Fordran> (no wonder she hurts so much. she does TIME DAMAGE.) <DM> You feel the disconcerting possibilities of instant death flow past you and disappear in the depths of your imagination. <DM> Roll to hit <Erias> |roll d20+18 <tafal> 29 | [d20=11] [+18=18] <DM> v. hit <Erias> |roll d8+5d6+11 <tafal> 34 | [d8=4] [+5d6=19] [+11=11] <Grith> (Ooh! Right in the mean bean machine!) <DM> A faint, golden glow streams from Erias' eyes and mouth as he brings the mace around. Streams of light are left in the wake of the macehead as it comes down on Gray's serene expression. <Sam> (wait, golden glow? i thought the good guys glowed blue and the bad guys glowed red) <DM> Gray and Erias crumple to the floor together in the silence that follows. <Fordran> (it's his paladin i win shield) <Grith> (Madre de dios!) <DM> [Crushed Psion Brainpan]x1, [Lightforge Shield]x1 * Foster nods approvingly, but there are still issues here. <DM> -> Fordran <DM> (Dianarra) "Nooooooooo!" <Fordran> (so erias is all collapsed and shit?) <DM> (He's out) <Fordran> (can i get to erias without getting AoO'D?) <DM> (She took hers. Want to gamble if she has Combat Reflexes?) <Fordran> (not as such) <DM> (Your call, and Fordran's character) <DM> (No idea how he'd react in this situation) <Fordran> "Erias!" <DM> Anything else? * Fordran tries to make it over to Erias' side without getting hit by Ninja Woman. Probably unsuccessfully. <Fordran> (no tumble, no mobility, nothing.) <DM> You make it. <DM> She's in shock. Yeah, that's it. <Fordran> (oh well, i'll just roll up a new cha-- what?) <DM> Next time, oh you just wait. Then she'll use her Combat Reflexes. * Fordran casts a Cure Light Wounds to wake Erias up. <Fordran> |roll d8+8 <tafal> 14 | [d8=6] [+8=8] <Fordran> "Pelor, please, return your light to your servant..." <Fordran> (done) <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (So Gray is down...) <Fordran> (Coup de Grace! Coup de Grace!) * Erias opens his eyes and sits up groggily. <Grith> (Whoah, that happens before Grith goes? That's... good to know.) * Grith charges She-Ra. * Grith does so wordlessly. <DM> roll it <Grith> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 21 | [d20=9] [+12=12] <DM> Hit * Erias whispers hoarsely, "Don't... kill her..." <DM> Man, you do almost as much damage as she does, huh? <Grith> |roll 4d6+10 <tafal> 19 | [4d6=9] [+10=10] <Grith> (Not when I get shit rolls.) <DM> You catch her a glancing blow on the side, and a thin stream of blood trickles down your blade. <Grith> (And, of course, I forgot an option) <DM> -> Sam <Sam> (next to dianarra, or almost so?) <DM> Next to <DM> Shoulder to shoulder with Grith. <DM> Shoulder to chest anyway. * Sam unloads a flurry of bare-fisted head-bludgeoning on Dianarra. <DM> Rollz0r <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 15 | [d20=7] [+8=8] <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 28 | [d20=20] [+8=8] <DM> miss hit <DM> crit <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 10 | [d20=2] [+8=8] <Sam> (bah) <DM> 1x damage <Sam> |roll d8+2 <tafal> 7 | [d8=5] [+2=2] <Sam> (nonlethal please) <DM> You hammerfist her between the eyes, dazing her slightly * Sam continues to dodge Warrior Princess. <Sam> (done) <DM> -> Vita <DM> (Multishot! You can hit Sam, Grith and Dianarra in one volley!) <DM> (You can sic Pup too, if you want) <Erias> (I feel left out.) <DM> Oh, and Spot, anyone who isn't too intent * Vita shouts up at her "Lay down your weapon and maybe we can sort things out!" <DM> on Dianarra <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 18 | [d20=17] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+10 <Erias> (At this point I can probably spot.) <tafal> 24 | [d20=14] [+10=10] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 15 | [d20=4] [+11=11] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 8 | [d20=7] [+1=1] <Erias> (or not.) * Vita is going to send Pup up in case she doesn't listen * Vita is not a fan of shooting into that melee <Vita> (done) <DM> The gray-robed Acolytes have stopped what they are doing since Gray fell and are standing quietly watching the outcome of the fight. <Fordran> (what WERE they doing?) <DM> Wandering around doing minion-y stuff. <Sam> (probably very intent on D, so no spot) <Foster> (Being Unobtrusive) <DM> Gray declines his stabilize and dies. <DM> -> Foster <DM> (Just think, Colin, 1 more point and you would've killed him outright!) <Erias> (Meh. It's not an actual victory either way.) <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 18 | [d20=8] [+10=10] <DM> The winged angelic-being shimmers into shape from the air behind Dianarra (between her and Fordran), flanking her with Sam <Fordran> (the what now?) <DM> (Foster's pet) * Sam tries not to go "eep." <DM> (You know, the one you keep going "Why don't I get to summon Angels?" about?) <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 16 | [d20=4] [+12=12] <DM> Miss <Fordran> (why don't I get to summon Angels.) * Disconnected * Attempting to rejoin channel #ddi <Randolph> Great. <Randolph> What was the 2nd attack roll <Erias> 24 <Foster> second slam. <Randolph> Hit <Erias> (tafal does not report its own lines in |context) <Randolph> right <Randolph> roll damage <Randolph> We're wrapping up, Vita, sorry :P <Foster> |roll d8+7 <tafal> 15 | [d8=8] [+7=7] <Foster> And trip check. <Randolph> ok <Vita> (It's ok, I still haven't even fed the nintendog for the evening) <Foster> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] <Randolph> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 19 | [d20=6] [+13=13] <Randolph> ow. <Randolph> Wait, trip is just +str right? <Foster> Yes. <Randolph> So no, that's grapple * DM has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 260 seconds) * Randolph is now known as DM <DM> She goes down. <DM> -4 ac melee due to Prone <DM> She gets back up (AoOs from Grith, Sam, Angel thing) <Foster> (does the AoO factor in prone penalty?) <DM> Yes. <Foster> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 33 | [d20=17] [+16=16] <DM> It happens before prone resolves <DM> Hit <Grith> (Can I somehow do nonlethal?) <DM> Grith: yes at -4 <Foster> |roll d8+7 <tafal> 14 | [d8=7] [+7=7] <DM> (smacking with the flat) <Grith> (To hit?) <Foster> (do I get another trip check~) <DM> (to hit) <DM> (Foster: no, she's still prone) <Foster> (aw~) <Grith> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 22 | [d20=16] [+6=6] <DM> (rather, even if you did, she still gets up) <DM> Grith: hit <DM> damage <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 12 | [d20=3] [+9=9] <Sam> (thbpt) <Grith> |roll 4d6+10 <tafal> 26 | [4d6=16] [+10=10] <Grith> (Much better.) <DM> She passes out trying to get up. <DM> The gigantic sheet of Deep Crystal smacks her in the face. <DM> She collapses back to the floor. <Foster> "Someone take her sword away in case she wakes up, please." * Grith spits off to the side, away from the others. <DM> The robed figures stand around the edges of the room, waiting. <Grith> "This whole thing just feels dirty." <Vita> "These robed guys are creeping me out." * Fordran will take away the sword, if no one else does. <Foster> "This entire place is foul." * Fordran holds it gingerly. <DM> It's a greatsword made of partly translucent black crystal * Erias stands up. <Grith> (It's not deep crystal, by any chance?) <Erias> "It doesn't seem to be made for killing." * Apol lands near Gray and shakes his shoulder. * Foster climbs the platform and inspects Gray's remains. <DM> Gray has no pulse, and is cooling rapidly. <DM> Foster: Search? <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 12 | [d20=8] [+4=4] <Vita> "So can we leave now?" * Erias walks to the unconscious woman. <Grith> "It doesn't? She seemed pretty intent on killing you?" <Grith> (2nd =.) <Foster> "Hell if I know. We should probably see about keeping her restrained, though." <Erias> "Yeah. Well, she has a reason." * Erias looks around at the acolytes. <DM> He's wearing plain gray robes, and otherwise you only find a large crystal amulet around his neck. <DM> The power is palpable. <Grith> "Er... Fordran? May I?" <Foster> "Hm." <Vita> "Erias, I'm confused. What reason?" * Grith gestures at her greatsword in his hands. <Sam> "Have we a priority other than finding an exit?" * Foster takes it. <Fordran> "Sure." <Erias> "Long story. Someone else. Let's get out of here first." * Foster examines the amulet closely. * Fordran looks at the robed figures. <Fordran> "Now what?" * Grith takes the sword. <Sam> "Perhaps the minions know the way out?" * Erias speaks to the robed figures. "You have instructions, then?" <Vita> "What about the civilians?" * Fordran goes back to Erias. "How are you doing?" <DM> The one Erias addressed nods, and responds <Grith> "Hmm." <DM> "Yes, we are to tell you all you wish to know." <Apol> "How do we get back to those civilians?" * Erias crosses his arms and places his palms on his chest. He concentrates for a moment, and ripples briefly with barely visible energy. * Grith turns and looks at each of the other party members briefly. He then walks up to wherever Foster is. * Vita watches Erias, feeling strangely unmagical <DM> (minion) "They are being brought here already. We, and the entire facility, are at your disposal." <Erias> "I will recover, given time. If we need to fight again soon, I will need healing. But there is no real injury... I'm just battered." * Fordran nods. "Just ask." <Erias> "Thank you." <Fordran> "Is anyone else injured?" * Grith stops up short, "Wait... we're... wait, what?" Stares at the minion blankly. <Sam> "I am not." * Fordran looks down at the woman. * Foster looks up from the amulet at Grith. <Foster> "We should probably see about restraining her." * Apol flies up to the minion speaking. * Vita climbs the stairs to join the rest of them * Grith looks down at Foster, "Did they just say they're at Erias' disposal?!" <Foster> "Her issues with Erias can be sorted out later." <DM> (minion) "We have many secure holding cells, prepared for Psionicists, if you wish." <Apol> "Munthreck thric *renthisj* darastrix?" <Foster> "I think they meant the collective you." <Erias> "At _our_ disposal, I think." <DM> Apol: They don't seem to respond. <Grith> "Er..." <Sam> (keyboardfacing soon) * Fordran does a Heal check to make sure Dianarra is stable.) <Fordran> |roll d20+13 * Erias grimaces. "I suppose she should be restrained for now." <tafal> 23 | [d20=10] [+13=13] <DM> Fordran: She's stable. * Grith turns to the minion, "Psionicist? Is that what she is? A psionicist?" <Apol> "Who was Gray?" <Erias> "I will need to work things out with her." <Foster> (to minion) "Hm. That should do, for now. We'll sort out her problems with Erias when we're feeling less battered." <DM> (minion) "Yes, that was among mistress Dianarra's training." * Grith looks thoughtful, "So..." <DM> At Apol's question, all the hooded figures pull back their hoods, revealing all manner of human males, of different shapes and sizes. <Grith> "Well, her swords like mine. Though... I don't know why it's black." <DM> They all have gray hair and eyes. <DM> (minion) "We are all Gray." <Foster> (You bastard) * Vita twitches violently <Sam> (ngaaah.) <Fordran> "What?" * Grith stops up short again, "..what?!" <Fordran> (Erias is the hand.) <Fordran> (The man in between is looking for him.) * Erias stopped being surprised by anything several sessions ago. <Erias> "We need time to heal and rest. And then we need information. Do we have that time available?" <DM> "You will have time. At least a month." <Grith> "I... er, I definitely think we should hold... Dianarra? Yeah, we should stick 'er in one of those cells they were talking about." <DM> "We have supplies, healing magics and psionics." <Apol> "Before what? A month before what?" <Foster> "Let's see Dianarra to a holding cell first, and then arrange for our own rest. After that, we can deal with figuring out what in the nine hells is going on here." <Grith> "Nine hells. That feels about right." * Apol nods and flies over to Foster. <DM> (minion) "Before the false God begins his prophecied ascent." * Sam blinks. <Erias> "Agreed. It has been a long couple of weeks. Let's learn more tomorrow." <Grith> "False god? Oh. Good. We get to fight a god?" <DM> (minion, to Foster) *nods* "We will take her away." <Vita> (um, this could take... awhile... is this an appropriate place to hold?) <Fordran> "...False god?" <Foster> (I think so, yes) <DM> (Vita, yeah, this is the holding part) <Erias> (yeah, this is probably a good time) * Fordran turns to Erias. <Foster> "I think our discussions can wait for morning. Today has not been a good day." * Erias nods at Fordran. "Yes. It would make sense." * Grith eyes a minion irritably, "Y'said you haid healing... whatsits. Any chance you can take this... this dirtiness out of me?" <Erias> (okay, let's call it. party rests, heals, etc...?) <Sam> (please) <Foster> (Agreed) <Vita> (pretty please) <Fordran> (yes) <DM> The minion nods, brings out a glowing vial of liquid from his robes. <DM> The rest of you should find it familiar looking. <DM> He hands it to Grith. <Fordran> "Wait!" * Grith eyes the vial suspiciously. Then eyes Fordran. <Grith> "What?" <Fordran> "Don't drink that!" <Erias> "Is that the Church's potion?" <Grith> "'kay. Why not?" <Grith> "Church? " <DM> (minion) "We were engaged in the creation of those potions. This one will remove the soul taint." <Fordran> "Let me put it this way. The last two people we saw who drank vials like that exploded." * Fordran looks at the minion. <Erias> "Will it do anything other than remove the taint?" * Grith divides his baleful looks between minion and Fordran, "I'd rather not explode." <DM> (minion) "Each one is distilled psionic or magical potential. This one will not cause explosions." <DM> (minion) "If you wish, I will drink from it first." * Grith growls at the minion, then nods, "Yeah... I think you should do that." * Grith offers the vial. <DM> He nods, takes it. <DM> He drinks a fifth of it. Hands it back. <DM> (minion) "That should be enough." * Grith eyes him for a good minute, waiting... <Erias> (okay, guys, I'm outta here.) <Foster> (later) <Grith> (g'night, Colin) <DM> Good Night Colin <Vita> night <DM> I'll dole out XP and stuff tomorrow <Erias> (thanks for gaming.) <Vita> Guess I'll go too then <DM> night Audrey * Erias has quit IRC (Quit: Try HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <-) <Apol> good night, good game <DM> End Act I. <Sam> (yaaay?) <Foster> (holy shit, we survived) * Sam has quit IRC (Quit: You escaped the dungeon.) * Vita has quit IRC (Quit: ChatZilla 0.9.61 [Mozilla rv:1.7.3/20040910]) <Grith> Grith drinks the rest of the potion, assuming the dude doesn't explode or turn strange colors. Or polymorph into a beholder. * Sam has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Sam <DM> That would be awesome <DM> But no. <Foster> Yay for caster HP and festive AoOs. And slow breath. <DM> Your negative level goes away. <Sam> night. <Grith> Woot. <Sam> |context 20 <DM> And you're healed for 1d8 <Grith> Woot! <DM> (And you start hallucinating Winnie the Pooh) <DM> (Worshipping Satan) <Grith> SWEET! * DM gets logs * Retrieving #ddi info... * Grith is now known as Devo * Apol is now known as Fiona * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | GAME this week (downtime) | Info, Logs @ goblinjesus.com/rwang | questionable.org/ddirc' * DM is now known as Randolph <Foster> Hoom, I have things to identify, for once. <Foster> Huzzah. <Randolph> Yep. <Randolph> Lots. <Randolph> Apol looted a bunch of stuff <Randolph> Though you guys really want to see their armory and treasury. <Devo> Including that black crystal sword. <Foster> Well, I'm sure we can do a full rundown of the list later. <Devo> I need things that add to my to hit, my AC, and my Will saves, in that order. <Randolph> How about a Pseudonatural flesh graft? <Randolph> That'll do all three! <Foster> hee <Devo> Sounds... good? <Fordran> woot <Randolph> Oh. And you guys need to see the specimen chamber. <Devo> Dire were-beholders? <Devo> Dire were-beholder vampires? <Devo> That was fun. <Randolph> The Other guys. <Randolph> The ones that failed. <Devo> I'm glad Grith didn't have to kill Fordran and Erias. <Devo> ...and maybe Sam. <Randolph> I'm sure Geordan, at least, is glad too. <Foster> I'm glad I successfully diagnosed your dominatedness~ <Randolph> Heh, you know <Devo> Yes, that was key. <Randolph> PsyWar has poor Will right? <Devo> Yup. <Randolph> Just be glad Foster didn't have to drop you. <Randolph> 7d10 for the lose. <Devo> Nn. <Foster> heh. Yeah. <Foster> I eat things with bad will saves. <Devo> Foster's pretty streamlined, isn't he. <Foster> Oddly enough, not really. <Devo> Wow. <Randolph> Heh, I can't believe Colin managed to martyr himself in my game again. <Randolph> At least he survived <Foster> All me, baby. All me. <Devo> Go Colin! <Devo> I mean... <Randolph> Well the Slow kept him from actually dropping :P <Foster> Yeah. <Devo> I'm looking forward to finding out wtf Foster -is-. <Foster> Okay, Fiona can have credit, too. <Foster> Good at what he does~! <Devo> Yeah. Apol saved Erias' butt. <Devo> Yeah... but what does he -do-. Damnit. <Randolph> He's just a chef, dude. <Foster> Just a chef. Yes. <Randolph> (Specialty? Civilian Flambe) <Randolph> :D <Foster> Maybe an award winning sculptor, as well. <Devo> Hmm. How much XP for level 7? <Devo> Stupid non-intutive SRD. <Randolph> http://home.mindspring.com/~fiona_po/r_wang/ddi/xp.html <Foster> Level 7 requires 21,000 XP. Level 8 requires 28,000. <Randolph> Grith is definitely leveling up after this <Foster> (The SRD doesn't have the XP table in it because they want people to buy the PHB) <Fordran> and now, time to make some dinner. <Randolph> Geordan: Heh * Foster crashes.