<Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 30 | [d20=17] [+13=13] (Foster) <Devo> |context 20 * Foster proceeds to the stairwell, keeps a mental count. <Sam> (grumph.) * Fordran gropes devo. * Devo is now known as Grith <Grith> (Ngah!) <DM> Lucidus and his squad (Torenn, Jaim, Bel'ena and Yawin) go to the door. He raises a gauntleted hand. * Vita follows the others <DM> (Lucidus) "Bel'ena." <DM> (pause) * Erias proceeds to the stairwell, keeping an eye on his group. <Erias> (did we heal as necessary?) * Apol looks at the Knight with wings on the ceiling. <Sam> (oh, yes, sir floaty.) <Fordran> (if we haven't healed as necessary, Fordran will ask if anyone was injured.) <Sam> (injured here.) * Erias raises his eyes toward the heavens. "Pelor, grant me the strength to see this through." <Fordran> (are we out of init?) <Foster> (I think so) <DM> You're out of init, but paused <Erias> (unrelated question: does class feature DR from different classes stack?) * Fordran stays frozen in time. <Foster> (Does Grith still look bad-off?) <DM> DR always overlaps, never stacks * Grith eyes Erias, "Y'know, you could just ask me..." <Grith> (He looks a little banged up, but also a little sickly... as in, negative energy level) <Foster> (Unless it's specifically DR +1/- or similar) <Erias> (Got it) <Erias> (not responding to Grith -- I realize we're sorta frozen) <DM> (Okay, nobody did any healing after last session, and it's ~6 seconds later, relatively) <DM> (I had to do a quick skim to check for spell effects) <Fordran> (waiting to ask people if they are injured) <Grith> (Grith already refused healing, telling Fordran to save his strength, in case there were more like that thing that turned into mist, etc) <DM> Ok, unpause then, and rewind back to before Lucidus went to the stairwell then. <DM> None of you have gone in, if you're still doing healing. * Fordran rewinds a little. <Fordran> "Is anyone injured?" * Foster looks approximately twice as healthy as normal. * Erias is looking fine. <Sam> (thblp flbiipr ngllrippplrllrp!) * Vita is also looking fine <Sam> (okay, difficult to type a rewind noise) * Sam is somewhat injured. * Vita shrugs and looks around <Foster> (I was going to say, Sam has brain cancer? :P) * Fordran puts away his buckler (if it's out) and draws his wand. * Apol 's feet are a bit swollen but doesn't seem to be bothered by it. <Grith> (Or an epileptic seizure...) <Fordran> (wanding sam) <Fordran> |roll 1d8+3 <tafal> 9 | [1d8=6] [+3=3] (Fordran) <Sam> (scribble scribble) <Fordran> "Better?" <Sam> "Yes, somewhat. Thank you." <DM> Lucidus and his squad (Torenn, Jaim, Bel'ena and Yawin) go to the door. He raises a gauntleted hand. <DM> (Lucidus) "Bel'ena." * Fordran nods and puts the wand away. <DM> The others back away from the door. Bel'ena nocks a single arrow and fires at the door. <DM> *thunk-WHOOM* <DM> A blast of flame incinerates the arrow. * Vita looks on at the arrowing with interest <Vita> (under her breath) "oooh" * Fordran 's eyes widen. <DM> She nocks and fires again. <DM> *thunk* <DM> Bel'ena looks at Lucidus, nods. <Foster> "If everyone is healed, let us get into position." * Foster prepares to advance on the stairwell. * Erias nods. <DM> Lucidus tries the door handle. * Apol flies near the winged Knight near the ceiling. * Erias moves to the stairwell (he said to guard the top of the stairwell, correct?) * Vita hangs back and squints through the mass of bodies in her line of sight <DM> (Lucidus) "Grith, was it? Open this, if you would." <DM> He steps aside. * Fordran readies his buckler. * Grith grins amicably at Lucidus, then steps up to apply his greatest strength to the task. <Grith> (*duck*) <Foster> (your greatest strength being breaking things? :P) * Grith attempts to "open this". <Grith> (Well, yeah. But I was being very badly punny.O <Grith> ) <DM> Roll damage <Grith> (What am I using, sword or...?) <DM> (Whatever you want to open the door with) <Grith> (Can't remember if deep crystal can take that kind of abuse...) * Grith attempts a kick. <DM> (Weapons don't take damage from sundering things) <Grith> (ooh, nevermind) <Foster> (the answer is "yes, it can, because outside of a few isolated cases, weapons don't take damage from hitting things) * Grith attempts a hack. <Grith> |roll 4d6+10 <tafal> 27 | [4d6=17] [+10=10] (Grith) <Sam> (kerrunch) <DM> Shara splits a large chunk out of the door, and part of it falls inward off of the bent hinges. * Grith attempts another hack, if he needs to, to clear the rest away. <DM> Lucidus kicks what's left aside, and steps cautiously downward, mace and shield at the ready. <DM> (Lucidus) "Erias, bring your squad down in 20 seconds if you hear nothing." * Grith steps back, sighing contentedly, "Never get tired o' that..." <Erias> "Yes, sir." * Apol looks around and flies in a little circle looking for the Knight. <DM> Yawin and Torenn follow close behind, Jaim and Bel'ena 15' after. <Fordran> (24 seconds, really) * Vita watches Apol, as she can actually see her * Erias uses the "refocus" action for 4 rounds. <Foster> (Unfortunately, refocus only applies when in combat) <Vita> (What's refocus?) <Foster> (set initiative roll to 20) <Erias> (I was being optimistic about whether we'd be in combat for the next 4 rounds) <DM> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 18 | [d20=4] [+14=14] (DM) <Erias> (well, for varying definitions of "optimistic") <DM> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 13 | [d20=5] [+8=8] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 18 | [d20=9] [+9=9] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] (DM) <Grith> (That's either -really- good for us, or -really- bad...) <Foster> (could even be both) <DM> You hear "AAAAUGH--" "AIIEEE--" "NNGGAAH!" and "Ugh!" simultaneously coming up the stairs. <Fordran> (well, we didn't hear "nothing".) * Apol looks worried, "Erias?" <Foster> "So, is that a "Let's charge" sound, or a "Keep waiting" sound?" <Erias> (Did any of the voices sound like us?) <Erias> ("us" = "radiant knights") <DM> Yeah, that sounded like Lucidus, Bel'ena, Yawin, and Torenn <DM> More or less anyway. <Erias> "Hells." <Vita> (oooh, oooh, I want to run into the trap too!) * Erias charges toward the stairs. * Foster will take rear-guard. * Apol flies a little and moves towards door. * Fordran chases after Erias. <Erias> "Grith in front, others in the middle, someone guard the back!" * Apol sees the rest and flies in. <Grith> "I think every sound is a 'let's charge' sound..." * Vita moves towards the door, keeping an eye behind her <DM> As you come within sight of the arched doorway at the bottom, Erias... <DM> Make a Fort save * Grith nods to Erias, gets a serious look, and moves toward the front. * Vita lets Foster go by and takes second to last <Erias> (Erias clearly means "in front except for me") <Erias> (one moment, computing) * Grith clearly meant "in front except for Erias, of course". <Erias> |roll d20+17 <tafal> 37 | [d20=20] [+17=17] (Erias) <Foster> (pwnt) <Erias> (uh... wow) <DM> Grith, following close behind, make a Fort save <DM> What's the marching order? <Foster> I guess I'm second to last. <Apol> Apol is flying in pretty fast <Fordran> (reminder: everyone is under the effect of Bless, +1 morale to attack rolls and saves vs. fear.) * Fordran is probably behind Grith. <Grith> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 18 | [d20=11] [+7=7] (Grith) <Erias> "Look out! Something -- " * Vita thought she was second to last and Foster was last <Grith> (whimper) <Erias> "Trap --" <Grith> (make that a 19) <Foster> Vita: that works too. <Vita> Foster: ok <Apol> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 19 | [d20=8] [+11=11] (Apol) <Sam> (piss piss piss, work paged me.) <Erias> (Grith, remember that you have a +2 resistance bonus on saves from my spell (may not stack if you have other resistance bonuses)) <Grith> (make that a 20, then) * Grith drops to one knee, stabbing Shara point down into the ground and leaning on it, "EEARRGGH!" * Erias is continuing forward, trying to see what's ahead / where the others are. * Vita jumps up and down <DM> Fordran, you can choose to stop once you see Grith fall to his knee <DM> Apol, Fort save, you're flying too fast <Vita> "What the hell is happening up there?" * Vita bounces up and down trying to see over heads * Fordran does stop. <DM> (Erias, just a sec, lemme resolve this 6 seconds) <Fordran> "Grith!" <Vita> (Shit, I forget if I have Pup) * Grith kneels there, twitching... <DM> (Pup is here, yes) <Erias> (right; probably not continuing forward after all given developments. I'll wait to react.) <DM> (Oh, missed Apol's roll, 19) * Grith gasps for breath before forcing himself back to his feet. <Grith> "Now I'm startin' ta get mad..." * Apol roars a small but pained roar. * Apol hasn't really experienced this much pain before, not even with the shoes in the armory. So, Apol is not amused. <DM> Sam, Foster, Vita, Fordran, doing anything? <Foster> Do the people who went through the door look *injured*, or simply pained? * Vita mounts up on Pup and tries to get a better view, since all she's heard is the sounds <Fordran> (oh, we can act) <Fordran> "Grith, what happened?" <Erias> (I'm still on hold) <Sam> (finally off the phone with work) <Grith> "My body... feels... on fire..." <DM> Vita, you see Grith shakily standing, after falling to his knees <Vita> "Is there something I can shoot?!" Vita asks Grith <Grith> "If this doesn't go away, I may ask you to shoot me in a minute..." <Fordran> (is there some way for me to figure out what 'body on fire' might mean?) <Grith> "Rrrrr... this -hurts-." <DM> (Uh, extended heal check diagnosis, which you don't really have time for) <Vita> Is Grith through the door, or in the door or what? <Apol> *hisssssss* <DM> Grith is blocking the stairwell. <DM> You can't see past him. <DM> Erias and Apol are further down. <Vita> So not in the door * Sam assumes a ready stance of some sort...? <DM> Not in either doorway, no. <Grith> "I don't know if the rest of you should come this way, Apol got hit, too." <DM> Continuing timeflow * Apol is ready to launch forward and start biting anything that looks like it could have caused the pain. <Vita> (Wait, either doorway? So we already all went through the first door?) * Sam looks for Obvious Enemies. <Fordran> "Maybe it's something magical... Apol, can you tell me if Grith is glowing funny?" <DM> Apol and Erias hear muffled coughing coming from through the archway, then silence. <Foster> "Or, for that matter, anything in the room." * Erias skids to a halt, looking back at Grith. <Foster> "If we know where to target a dispel, we can probably do something about the trap." * Apol isn't listening and is just hissing continuously. * Erias looks torn. "Are you hurt?" * Vita looks for any physical signs of a trap * Sam narrows his eyes. * Grith points at his feet, the same place he fell to his knees, "Well... here, I'd bloody well reckon." <Erias> "I'm sorry; come when you can." <DM> Vita: It looks like a curving stairwell, with a broken top door, devoid of anything but your party * Erias advances cautiously. * Fordran looks at Foster. "What do you think? I can try to dispel the effect, if it was something magical..." * Vita mutters curses <Erias> (I can't abandon the knights in front of me; I can't attack alone. Not sure what to do.) <Foster> "Worth giving it a shot. We need to get fixed up and moving as soon as possible." * Apol flies past Erias into the greenish-yellow mist. <Fordran> "Right. Hang on, Grith..." <Grith> "I'd worry more about getting around this flaming trap!" <DM> Apol, fort save <Apol> (Do I still have any bonuses?) <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 25 | [d20=19] [+6=6] (Apol) <DM> This isn't a fear effect <Fordran> (waiting for apol stuff to resolve before i start dispelling grith) <DM> (sec) <Apol> (angry dragon.. tafal better fear.) <Grith> (dragon fear?) <Vita> (fear the dragon) <Sam> (goooonnngggg) <Apol> (well more like, poorly socialized dragon who has the attention span and tantrum capacity of a 3 year old..) <Grith> (Ah, the entertainment value...) <Foster> (And significantly more in the way of offensive capabilities.) <DM> Guh <DM> Battlemat is not behaving <Fordran> (doh) <Apol> (indeed, though bazooka barfing is pretty scary) <Fordran> (what's going on?) <Vita> (bad battlemat! no cookie!) <Foster> (3 year olds generally cannot bazooka barf every d4+3 rounds) <Vita> (snerk) <Grith> (Though it certainly slows me down when they do, usually out of sheer disgust and horror.) <Sam> (i wouldn't know, i don't have kids and i don't remember my 3's...or my brother's.) <DM> It's not letting me create things now <Fordran> lemme check logs <DM> Something about error on page <DM> Oh <DM> Dammit. <DM> Bel'ena's name broke it <Fordran> i don't se... fuck. <Fordran> that's just poor on my part. manually fixing <DM> Can you just delete Bel'ena? <DM> ok <DM> I'll just not use apostrophes <DM> Lemme know when it's safe to reload <Fordran> try now <DM> Thanks <Grith> (Man... this shiny new laptop is awesome. Too bad XP has to fuck it all up with a rusty chainsaw.) <Grith> (My God, Windows networking is obtuse.) <Foster> (eh. I haven't had much more luck with mac networking, and I'd rather cut my hands off than configure iptables again.) <DM> Ok. <Grith> (Heh.) <DM> Fordran, Foster, Vita/Pup, Sam, Grith, doing anything this 6-seconds? <Grith> (Fordran is. Grith is waiting on Fordran...) * Foster attempts to peer into the darkness beyond the door (with darkvision, 60', mind you) <DM> Oh, right, Fordran, go ahead with your dispel attempt <Fordran> "Pelor, cleanse Grith with your healing light!" (targetted dispel) <Vita> Not unless people have stopped hurting or something new has happened that allows her to think she wont' be hit by it if she moves forward <Fordran> (that's d20+caster level, one per check?) <DM> Make 6 dispel checks <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 22 | [d20=14] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 11 | [d20=3] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 26 | [d20=18] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 28 | [d20=20] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 25 | [d20=17] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 21 | [d20=13] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Foster> (well rolled) <Fordran> (i'm not sure if i want to say fuck you, tafal) <Fordran> (tafal sayeth: ah, you're dispelling a PC.) <DM> The good news is Grith gets to keep his Vigor <Grith> (Nng.) <DM> The bad news is you took off his Bless, his Protection From Evil, and his Animal Affinity <Fordran> (yes, well. he didn't *need* those.) <Grith> (*sigh*) <DM> Wait no <DM> He keeps his Animal Affinity <DM> Psi/Magic semi transparency <Erias> Ah, right. <Grith> (Does he -feel- any better?) <DM> Uh, no. <Grith> (Of course not.) <DM> Less blessed though. <Fordran> (let me ask that.) <Fordran> "Is that any better, Grith?" * Grith blinks, frowns, shakes his head... "No... worse... I think. The, er... godly magic is gone, I think." <Apol> (This system is so touchy-feely) <Apol> ("I've been cursed! Oh, no, wait, I'm just hungry.") <Fordran> "Great." <Vita> "Fordran, can you do anything that protects us from whateverthehellitis or something?" <Fordran> "I can ward against attacks from evil creatures..." * Grith bites out through gritted teeth, "I'm going down to try and help Erias... this flaming sheep-loving trap isn't worth - rrg - dealing with." <Fordran> (flaming sheep loving) <Foster> "Hm. I wonder if it specifically applies to passing through the door, or whether it's a specific effect on the whole room." <Vita> "How would we find that out?" <Fordran> "We have to get around it somehow, and quickly." <Grith> (flaming-sheep loving?) <Sam> "Whatever it is, I prefer not to touch it." <Foster> "I can transport myself and three other people past it, which would be sufficient for everyone but Pup." <Apol> |roll d20-5 <tafal> 3 | [d20=8] [-5=-5] (Apol) * Grith nods to Fordran, "Thanks for trying, tho'..." and turns to head down the stairs. <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 38 | [d20=19] [+19=19] (DM) <Vita> "Pup can stay outside for now" * Foster looks to Vita, Fordran, and Sam for acceptance. <Vita> "Let's go." <DM> |roll 1d6+4 <tafal> 9 | [1d6=5] [+4=4] (DM) <Fordran> "Do it." * Apol roars/screams. * Sam nods. <Grith> Grith is headed down to follow Erias and Apol, faster if he hears that scream. <Vita> (I've dismounted Pup and am leaving him) <Vita> "Bark if trouble comes." <Foster> Energy cascades around us and you feel a bizarre twisting sensation as we teleport next to Erias inside the room. (Psionic Dimension Door) <Foster> *BAMF* <DM> Ok, each of you, roll Fort save. <Fordran> (yay!) <Foster> (Knew that was going to happen) <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 25 | [d20=17] [+8=8] (Sam) <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 19 | [d20=10] [+9=9] (Fordran) <Sam> (plus unknown magic item bonuses) <Fordran> (you, tafal, can go fuck yourself) <Foster> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 21 | [d20=13] [+8=8] (Foster) <Foster> (+unknown bonus) <Vita> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 18 | [d20=11] [+7=7] (Vita) <Vita> (dunno if there are weird bonuses going on for her, probably not) <DM> Fordran, Vita, you are filled with excruciating pain, as if your nerves were on fire. <DM> The pain is constant and continuous, bestowing a -4 penalty to attack rolls, skill checks, and ability checks. <DM> Sam, Foster, you feel something decidedly vile run over you, as you appear from the teleport, causing your skin to tingle. <Fordran> "Rrrrgh--" * Sam makes an "ewww" face. * Fordran crumples. * Vita mostly collapses <Fordran> "Pelor..." <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 30 | [d20=11] [+19=19] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 34 | [d20=15] [+19=19] (DM) <Vita> "What in the name of **gnomish**" <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 34 | [d20=15] [+19=19] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 27 | [d20=8] [+19=19] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 33 | [d20=14] [+19=19] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 29 | [d20=19] [+10=10] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 19 | [d20=10] [+9=9] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 19 | [d20=8] [+11=11] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 13 | [d20=7] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 21 | [d20=15] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> (muffled) "Gaak--! *hack hack cough choke*" <DM> init <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 16 | [d20=15] [+1=1] (Foster) <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 3 | [d20=3] (Fordran) <Fordran> (good, good.) <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 18 | [d20=18] (Erias) <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 23 | [d20=19] [+4=4] (Sam) * Apol yells, "*Loreat* Rhyaexgixgix!" <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 23 | [d20=19] [+4=4] (Vita) <DM> Remember, Init is an ability check, and is affected by the pain <Vita> (make that 19) * Retrieving #ddi info... <Sam> (chibi-sam says to apol: gesundheit?) <Fordran> (make that -1) <Apol> |roll d20-4 <tafal> 16 | [d20=20] [-4=-4] (Apol) <Fordran> (crap. i just checked my spell list. we don't actually have Bless, because i don't have that spell.) <Foster> prayer, wasn't it? <Erias> (yarg.) <Fordran> (no, i checked off a 1st level slot.) <Fordran> (<-- st00pid) <Grith> (Heh, never actually affected Grith, I don't think) * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse | Sam 23, Vita 19, Erias 18, Foster 16, Apol 16, Fordran -1' <DM> -> Sam <Grith> (Speaking of whom... let me know when it's time for Grith to actually do something.) <DM> Wait <DM> Grith did you init? <Grith> (Nein... I was never told if Grith made any progress trying to find the other two.) <DM> Find who? <Foster> Erias and Apol. <Sam> (so what the zark do i see now?) <DM> You didn't get a chance yet <DM> You have to init <Grith> |roll d20-4 <tafal> 9 | [d20=13] [-4=-4] (Grith) * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse | Sam 23, Vita 19, Erias 18, Foster 16, Apol 16, Grith 9, Fordran -1' <Fordran> (these are unsigned, right? my init's 255!) <DM> Ok. Grith, you see Erias poised to enter the archway at the bottom of the stairs. The other side of the archway is filled with a sickly greenish mist, obscuring vision beyond 5' <DM> Fordran, Vita, Sam, Foster, you are standing beside Grith, and see the same thing. <DM> Also, just barely visible in front of Erias, in the mist, are 10' long waving black somethings coming from the ground, bunched thickly and lashing back and forth in the mist. <DM> -> Sam <Fordran> (are they... tentacles?) <Sam> (Eeewww!) <Grith> (how high is the ceiling and the archway here?) <Apol> (Rhyaexgixgix!) <DM> Ceiling on this side of the archway is 30' <DM> Archway is 10' <Apol> |roll d20 <tafal> 8 | [d20=8] (Apol) * Sam draws kama, moves in carefully, and tries to hack up the nearest tentacle (ew). <DM> You step next to Erias at the edge of the mist and the mass of tentacles. They are too numerous to clear, even if your attacks could harm them... which apparently, they can't. <DM> -> Vita * Sam dodges a tentacle, if possible. <DM> Impossible. <DM> It isn't actually a creature. <Grith> "What... -is- that mess? <Foster> |roll 1d8 <tafal> 2 | [1d8=2] (Foster) <Grith> (oops, wait 'til init_ <Vita> Do I have a clear shot in any way, any how? <Grith> ) <Vita> (oh wait, did I see Saw fail to hurt it?) <Vita> (Sam) <DM> Yeah, you see him fail to affect it whatsoever. <DM> I'm gonna totally be okay with you guys metagaming this. <DM> This is a hard fight. * Vita would metagame it if she had any fricking idea what it was <Apol> *Apol is going for anyone in a skirt. <DM> ... * Vita stomps over to the mist and yells at it in gnomish <DM> Hee <DM> Anything in particular? * Vita looks like she is in pain <Vita> Not really. It's pretty loud though. * Vita has her bow out and points it around vaguely <Vita> done <DM> -> Erias <Grith> (Yeah. No idea how to metagame this...) <Erias> "Foster, Fordran, these look magical... can you help?" <Foster> "Hopefully." <Erias> (I know what they are, but I don't really know either. And I don't really want to break character.) <Erias> (ummm) <Erias> If I'm already at the edge of the tentacles, I will refocus, allowing my brothers in arms to slowly die agonizing deaths while I wait for help getting rid of these things. <Fordran> (rock.) * Erias whistles idly. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> Area dispel, targeted in the next room so as to catch the tentacles on the outside edge, if possible. <DM> Do you need LOS? <Foster> it's a burst effect. * Foster doesn't really know. <DM> Oh, no then, just LOE, AFAIK <Foster> Okay. <Foster> Shall you tell me when to stop rolling? :p <DM> You must designate the location where these things are to appear, either by seeing it or defining it. <DM> But uh <DM> What outside edge? <DM> You don't know how deep they are <DM> You see 5' of them from where you are. <DM> And the mist obscures everything else <Foster> it's a 20' burst. I want the edge close to Erias to be within the circle. <DM> Ok. <Grith> (Is there a battlemap after all?) <DM> Grith: yes, none of you are on it, except the people I've given maps to <DM> Foster: Roll twice to begin with <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 23 | [d20=9] [+14=14] (Foster) <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 20 | [d20=6] [+14=14] (Foster) <Foster> christ, tafal. <DM> Okay, roll twice more <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 19 | [d20=5] [+14=14] (Foster) <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 23 | [d20=9] [+14=14] (Foster) <DM> Nothing happens. <Foster> <tafal> THOU HAST WASTED THY FUCKING TIME * Erias eyes tafal. * Foster is done. <Foster> useless piece of shit. <DM> -> Apol * Apol tries to break away. <DM> Maybe you should have Fordran do it :P <Fordran> (yeah, see, dispel rolls against the DM don't go so well.) <Apol> |roll d20-5 <tafal> 13 | [d20=18] [-5=-5] (Apol) <DM> Those rolls would've worked without semi-transparency :P <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 35 | [d20=16] [+19=19] (DM) <DM> You fail to break free. <Fordran> (yeah, i can totally do it at -4, rrr.) <Apol> (I can't break free can I?) <DM> There's no -4 to caster level check <Erias> (tiny creature trying to grapple with large creature ftw) <DM> (Not by yourself, no. Other people can help though) <Apol> bah. done <DM> -> Grith * Grith eyes Erias, then Foster... sighs deeply, dramatically... and then tries to charge into the room. <DM> Fort save <Grith> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 18 | [d20=12] [+6=6] (Grith) <Grith> (*sigh*) <DM> You manage to keep your stomach as the nauseating stench fills your nostrils. <DM> Now make an opposed grapple check <Grith> (woot!) <Fordran> (grith ran into the mist?) <Grith> (That's just at -4, right?) <DM> Grith ran into the mist <Grith> (yup) <DM> (Yeah, +s to size, strenght, and -4 pain) <DM> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 28 | [d20=9] [+19=19] (DM) <Apol> (yeees, join me....!) <Fordran> (well he doesn't have that much to dispel, now does he) <Grith> (non BAB, right?) <DM> (it's BAB+size+str+any other grapple mods you may have) <Sam> (fuck work. fuck work in the ear) <Foster> (Fordran: it's okay, you can only get one effect on a given creature with area dispel) <Fordran> (i know. and i think he only has one!) <Grith> |roll d20+4+7+5-4 <tafal> 23 | [d20=11] [+4=4] [+7=7] [+5=5] [-4=-4] (Grith) <Grith> (my rolls are very, very average today) <DM> Oof. <DM> |roll 1d6+4 <tafal> 9 | [1d6=5] [+4=4] (DM) <Erias> argh. You're basically the one character that has a chance grappling these things. Admittedly, it's something like a 25% chance, but it's better than the rest of us. <DM> A tentacle whips around your thigh painfully, grappling you <Grith> (I'd have a decent chance if it wasn't for that -4) <Foster> (should've taken the gauntlet of +10 grapple. :P) <Fordran> (heh) <DM> You see Apol immediately next to you, being waved around by one of the tentacles, and gnawing at it furiously <DM> Grith: 9 points of damage from the tentacle <Grith> yuh <DM> -> Fordran <DM> C'mon dispel~ * Fordran grits his teeth and puts away his mace. "Pelor... let your light show us the way!" (area dispel, basically the same area as foster's.) <DM> roll twice at first <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 25 | [d20=17] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 19 | [d20=11] [+8=8] (Fordran) <DM> Ok, now roll once for Grith <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 27 | [d20=19] [+8=8] (Fordran) <DM> zomg <Fordran> (you. fuck. tafal.) <DM> The tentacles stop mid-writhe, and fade away <DM> The mist glows white for a moment, but resists the dispel <Fordran> "Rrrrg." <Foster> (weeping) <Erias> (if I had to pick... that's what I'd pick) <DM> Grith, your pain subsides, but make another Fort save <Foster> (we need to get a wand for this shit) <DM> Wait no <Fordran> "Get through... gotta get past that..." <Grith> (Just one?) <DM> Don't make another Fort save. * Fordran winces again. <Erias> was about to ask <Grith> (okay, I won't, then! : ) <DM> I think it triggers once per activation, checking <Erias> (wasn't his failed save from the stairs, not the mist, anyway?) <Foster> (yes) <DM> "A creature need save against the symbol only once as long as it remains within the area, though if it leaves the area and returns while the symbol is still active, it must save again." <Grith> (yes) <Erias> (ah, got it) <DM> Erias: The stairway thing has a 60' radius <DM> Ok. Go Fordran. <Erias> (nog) <DM> (Cheer) <DM> No one is grappled any longer. <Fordran> (done.) <Fordran> (maybe a 5' stagger towards Erias.) <Erias> (oh, I'm at 20 in init order, btw) <DM> Erias: Ok * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse | Sam 23, Erias 20, Vita 19, Foster 16, Apol 16, Grith 9, Fordran -1' <DM> You hear gasping and coughing some more <Sam> (fuck work in the other ear) <DM> (Lucidus) "*hack* Form *cough cough* a wedge...!" <Erias> "Lightbringer!" <Erias> (sorry, still not my init) <DM> Suddenly, the air gets really cold, and you hear tiny cracking and popping sounds <DM> Apol and Grith are pelted by hail <Fordran> (what the hail) <Apol> *hsssss* <DM> -> Sam <Grith> (huh) <Erias> (is he still here?) <Sam> (any obvious enemies?) <Sam> (finally off the phone. again.) <DM> Sam: You see a doorway, filled with yellow mist <DM> Just visible inside the mist is the massive form of Grith <DM> You can't see any further <Sam> (grith is pained?) <DM> You can't tell. But no. * Sam looks to others for guidance, and otherwise moves to not block the doorway. <DM> Oh. Right, almost forgot, Fordran's area dispel dispels Apol's agony too <Sam> (other 'n that, pretty much nothing) <DM> So you're not going in, right? <Sam> (definitely not.) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> "Lucidus, where is the enemy?!" * Erias moves past Grith and into the room, towards Lucidus's voice, if he can tell the direction. <DM> (Lucidus) "*wheeze* Can't... see. *gasp* Wedge.. advance!" <DM> Erias, balance check when you walk forward into the hailstorm <Erias> "The rest of you, form on my flanks, if you can--" <Erias> (er... oh. hail. that wasn't an instant effect.) * Erias checks his balance skill. * Erias checks his dex. * Erias checks his armor check penalty. <Erias> Can I take 0? <Erias> (hang on) <DM> You can use AP :P <Erias> It'd be a waste. <Erias> |roll d20-6 <tafal> 14 | [d20=20] [-6=-6] (Erias) <Erias> Argh, okay, AP <Erias> (are we playing that we choose AP before knowing the result?) <DM> Yes. <Foster> (stupid skillchecks not being autosuccess) <Erias> (or before roll?) <DM> After roll, anytime before result <Erias> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] (Erias) <Erias> 19 total. <Erias> I will be sad if it is DC 20. <DM> You move into the blinding hail <Erias> Lovely. <DM> You can't see an inch in front of you, but you keep your footing <DM> Half speed <DM> Go ahead and use battlemat <Erias> 15' single move first; if I haven't found anything, I will probably do another 15' single move. <DM> Straight ahead? <DM> Isn't your movement 20'/round? <Erias> oh, I was in a different square than I thought (hadn't refreshed) <Erias> Divine Vigor is active -- +10' <DM> Ahah <DM> Ok, and no, I'll pull you back <DM> I was just doing weird positioning things <Erias> oh. <Erias> ignore both requests <DM> 15' straight from where you were? <Erias> I will refresh when you're done <Erias> 15' toward lucidus if I could hear <Erias> straight ahead if not <DM> Ok. <DM> You can't see a thing <DM> Move again? <Erias> Yes. I will also say "Moving forward -- can't see" loud enough for Lucidus to hear. <DM> You see the tip of Lucidus' cloak ahead of you, and a humanoid shape to your left <DM> -> Vita <DM> Oh, wait. <DM> Make another Fort save. <Vita> who? <DM> Too many things to keep track of <DM> Erias. <Erias> Yeah, I was wondering about that. <Erias> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 16 | [d20=1] [+15=15] (Erias) <Erias> oh good god. <DM> Doh. <DM> Ok, so you're nauseated for... <DM> Well, until you leave the cloud. <DM> So backing you up one move <DM> Ok, *now* Vita <Vita> Let me see if I understand the situation. I'm at the edge of an obscuring mist that appears to have some weird hail stuff coming out of it, I'm in massive pain, can't see Erias, and am being told by Luciferus to move forward in a wedge formation? <DM> I think he was talking to his squad, but otherwise, yes. <DM> Also, you think you hear Erias emptying his lunch. <Erias> (I'll need to go by 10:30) <DM> Possibly. <DM> The rules aren't clear about that point. <DM> (And his name is Lucidus) * Vita continues speaking loud Gnomish, with a sudden moment where you clearly hear "Fuck That." Embedded in the rest <Vita> (hehe, right) <DM> Ok then. <DM> Heheh <DM> -> Foster <Foster> "Fordran, can you handle another dispel?" <Erias> wow, nauseated is pretty bad * Fordran nods. <Foster> "Right then. Hope we manage things this time." * Foster is deep in concentration (summoning). <DM> -> Apol <DM> Make a Fort save <Foster> |roll 1d8 <tafal> 6 | [1d8=6] (Foster) <Erias> (if it ends up looking like I'll be incapable of action until 10:30, I might vanish earlier) <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 12 | [d20=2] [+10=10] (Apol) <Foster> (this is just ridiculous) <DM> Apol feels nauseous <DM> You get a single move action <Apol> Fly to ceiling, cling, hide, crawl upside down towards right side of room. <Erias> (the rolls this session are actually not all that skewed... just that the failed saves we've had are particularly noticable because, well, the effects are serious suck) <Apol> Ceiling is still stone right? <DM> Yes <Erias> (it is unclear whether the effects of this cloud can be dispelled) <Foster> (at least the cloud itself can be) <Foster> (lack of vision is fucking us hard) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 5 | [1d4=4] [+1=1] (DM) <Apol> (after Mozwell, I kill tafal) <DM> -> Grith <DM> Make a Fort save, Grith, then a balance check <DM> -> Fordran, til Grith gets back <Sam> (oh look. a phone call. again.) * Fordran makes another dispel check on the yellow cloud, similarly targeted as before. <DM> Roll 2 * Grith has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 265 seconds) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 27 | [d20=19] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 27 | [d20=19] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Fordran> (go me) <Foster> thank christ. <DM> The hail slows, then stops, and melts away <DM> The mist magically fades. * Fordran manages a faint smile before succumbing to wracking pain. <Foster> (there is a violent hail of bookkeeping as you can suddenly see things) <Sam> (mercifully short phone call.) * Vita suddenly stops yelling and just looks like she's in pain * Devo has joined #ddi <DM> Let me put everyone on the map, sec * DM sets mode: +o Devo <Devo> (Swell) <Devo> |context 20 * Devo is now known as Grith <Grith> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 18 | [d20=12] [+6=6] (Grith) <Grith> (Fort save) <Grith> |roll d20-1 <tafal> 1 | [d20=2] [-1=-1] (Grith) <Grith> (ha!) <DM> You manage to continue keeping the worst of the vapors out of your lungs, but it's disgusting. <DM> Then, you slip and fall onto your rear. <DM> Moments later, the fog and sleet dissipate. <Grith> (So... I can't regain my footing in the same round I fell, or how does this work?) <DM> I'll assume you used your move to get up <Erias> (at some point you should roll d4+1 for how long I'm nauseated, now that I'm "out") <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 5 | [1d4=4] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> 5 rounds <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 2 | [1d4=1] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=2] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 5 | [1d4=4] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=2] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 5 | [1d4=4] [+1=1] (DM) <Erias> Alrighty. <Grith> (A correct assumption.) <Erias> I'll go play with Apol. <Apol> (Erias and Apol see who can hurl more chunks) <DM> Lucidus sees things clear up, sees Mozwell readying to cast, and groans out "Spread out!" <Grith> (Apol's will certainly be more... colorful.) <Foster> (Erias is bigger, but dragons get... what was the term? Pocket "stomach" dimensions, I think. :P) <DM> Yawin charges forward <Apol> ("mmm that partially digested kitchen sink still looks good.") <DM> The rest of his squad spreads out <Foster> (Probably better, once covered in stomach acid) <Erias> (I'm pretty tired... I think I'm going to go to bed. Erias will try to get in the way of Mozwell if an ally is in dire straits and is being targeted, but other than that -- with move-only actions, my absence shouldn't have a huge impact.) <DM> Mozwell readies an action. <Grith> (can we start earlier next time? I should be able to get online earlier.) <DM> The reanimated corpses of Aerik and Brahgi charge Yawin <Sam> (not if work is still being this much of a bitch to me.) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] (DM) <Erias> (I'm generally ready to start by 6) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 23 | [d20=20] [+3=3] (DM) <Erias> (go ahead and continue, though -- I don't mean you should stop here) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=2] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> |roll 1d4+1 <tafal> 5 | [1d4=4] [+1=1] (DM) <Foster> (I'm generally ready to start by noon PST. :P) <Erias> (take care, have fun, I'll read log) <DM> They beat on him with their claws * Erias has quit IRC (Quit: HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <- The future of IRC) <Apol> (Undead on Undead action. Hot.) <DM> The temple knights ready their crossbows. <DM> :P <DM> -> Sam <Sam> (considering move) <Sam> (move requested) <DM> Done <DM> Anything else? <Grith> (ceiling height?) <DM> 20' * Sam spreads out, dodges the closest Temple Knight. <Sam> (done) <DM> Erias takes his move <Grith> (So... not big enough for double expansion?) <Grith> (base height of approx. 6'10") <DM> (Eh, you can manage it with a crouch, you're not standing fully upright during combat anyway) <DM> -> Vita <Vita> (sec, checking bow range stuff) <DM> 100' iirc <Vita> (how much of a penalty outside 100?) <Vita> (and can I move through the square diagonally to my right?) <DM> No, but treat yourself as starting from Grith's space <DM> I didn't have room to stuff everyone <DM> and I think it's a -2 penalty per range increment <Vita> move requested <Vita> oh shit, wait <Vita> didn't reload <Vita> didn't know where things were <DM> Ok, request again <Vita> done <Vita> and I shoot at Brah, who is straight ahead of me <DM> Calling Pup or anything else? <Vita> no calling, just shooting <DM> Ok, do it <Vita> I assume I'm still in pain <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 24 | [d20=14] [+10=10] (Vita) <Vita> (both arrows go at that) <DM> Yeah, you are <DM> both hit <Vita> |roll d6+5 <tafal> 7 | [d6=2] [+5=5] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d6+5 <tafal> 8 | [d6=3] [+5=5] (Vita) <Vita> Done. <Vita> (sorry about that, had to look up damage from new nifty longbow) <DM> Where's the +5 from? <Vita> the mighty and the masterwork or something, I really don't remember. <Vita> I just know i have it down as +5 <Fordran> (masterwork doesn't add dmg) <DM> The +5 is might <DM> it doesn't add damage if you don't have strength bonus <Vita> ah. well ok. <Fordran> (is might bonus also penalized?) <Vita> that should only be +2 if it's only strength bonus <Fordran> (with -4?) <DM> (Normally, you can't even use Mighty if you don't have the strength bonus listed) <DM> (I'm going to pretend it doesn't have Mighty on it, because otherwise Vita can't draw it) <DM> (So, retcon, otherwise... can't use at all) <Vita> (so what do I add to my damage, if anything, now?) <DM> (None, unless you have abilities that add to it) <DM> (And they're Undead now) <Vita> (ok. 5 damage it is) <Vita> (wait, what does composite do?) <Fordran> (nothing really) <DM> Two arrows sink in a tight bundle on Brahgi's chest. <DM> (+10 feet range) <Vita> (I thought that's where the first +2 came from... oh) <DM> -> Foster <Foster> The astral construct appears in square Q24 (45' away from me) as a hulking figure with enormous arms, and charges to Q16 (40'), attacking the undead Brahgi. <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 20 | [d20=9] [+11=11] (Foster) <Vita> (No, I should get +2 to each attack for composite from having 14 str, unless we're retconning that, it's where 2 of the +5 I was confused about was coming from. Really, 4 damage wont' be a big deal I'm sure) <Foster> er, wait. <Foster> that should be at +15, not +11 <DM> (If it's Mighty +5, you can't wield it at all. If it's Normal Composite, you get no +damage.) <Foster> So, 24. <DM> Foster: Hit <Vita> (Ok. So retconning to Normal. I understand, good stuff.) <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 23 | [d20=12] [+11=11] (Foster) <Foster> And improved grab if he doesn't crumple <Foster> |roll d20+20er. <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 <DM> The hulking construct caves the wight-Brahgi's head in, and it crumples to the floor with a low moan. <Foster> |roll d8+11 <tafal> 19 | [d8=8] [+11=11] (Foster) <Foster> sorry, first roll used wrong die. :p <DM> Oh. <DM> No crumpling then. <Foster> very well then <Foster> get ye some grapple check <Foster> |roll d20+20 <tafal> 22 | [d20=2] [+20=20] (Foster) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 17 | [d20=14] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> Grapple established, do unarmed <Foster> |roll d8+11 <tafal> 19 | [d8=8] [+11=11] (Foster) <Grith> (well... that's handy) <Fordran> (for future purposes it has been brought to my attention that vita's bow is labelled "+3 mighty (+4) composite" which implies that each attack gets +3 dmg) <DM> The astral construct wraps its thick arms around the wight and squeeeezes... several sickening pops and crunches can be heard as the spine is crumpled <Foster> And now, *my* action. :p <DM> (Fordran: Oy. Ok. Why did it have a +5 on someone's sheet?) <Fordran> (because she parsed the mighty as "apply your str mod") <DM> (Ah. <Fordran> (hence, +3 [base] +2 str [mighty]) <DM> (Ok, henceforth, it is a +3 composite longbow, doing +3 to hit and +3 to damage) * Foster sends forth an enormous bolt of fire at Mozwell, blowing psionic focus to manifest defensively (fully augmented). <Foster> |roll 3d8 <tafal> 8 | [3d8=8] (Foster) <Vita> (Ok. And I've learned a valuable thing about mighty now.) <Foster> |roll 10d6+10 <tafal> 45 | [10d6=35] [+10=10] (Foster) <DM> Mozwell's look of concentration suddenly changes as Foster's flaming bolt flies towards him. <DM> He makes a complicated gesture in the air, and he is suddenly surrounded by a glistening translucent sphere. <Grith> (Bwaha-... damnit!) <DM> The bolt of fire dives towards him, then winks out of existence at the edge of the sphere's radius. <Fordran> (nerf paladins) <DM> Moving? <Foster> As a move action, I rummage in my bag, and my hand emerges wearing a ring that glitters with luck and power. <DM> Ruh-roh. <DM> -> Apol <Grith> (zomg nerf rings!) * Apol literally crawls to a corner <Apol> (move request) <Grith> (I mean... after Foster saves all our asses again.) <Foster> (technically speaking, this is all of us during the holiday special saving our asses) <Grith> (Ohhh, -that- ring.) <Grith> (What's that do again?) <Fordran> (i bet you wish you knew.) <DM> Nausea: Erias 4 rounds remaining, Apol 4 rounds remaining <Foster> (Don't spoil the surprise~) <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (move requested) <DM> Moved * Grith expands, boosted. <Grith> (I'd like him to expand in a way that leaves space between he and Lucidus) <DM> K <Grith> done <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (reloading) * Fordran moves forward to be in the center of the group and calls out to Pelor. "Pelor, let your light guide our hands!" (Prayer) <Fordran> (requested) <Fordran> (everyone except sam and apol and the construct get affected.) <DM> Crap something broke battlemat again <DM> oh <DM> I'm an idiot <DM> please rename brahgi's corpse to just corpse <DM> sigh <Fordran> k <Fordran> sec <DM> Sure <Fordran> reload <DM> Thanks <DM> Lucidus' squad advances queasily <DM> Yawin focuses on Aerik <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 14 | [d20=8] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> Yawin misses. <DM> The temple knights start firing their crossbows at targets of opportunity <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 21 | [d20=18] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 10 | [d20=7] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 7 | [d20=4] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d10 <tafal> 3 | [d10=3] (DM) <DM> Torenn takes a bolt in the shoulder. <DM> -> Sam <DM> Mmm. Okay, Erias takes his move <Sam> (pondering move) <Fordran> (FYI prayer: +1 luck to attack, damage, saves, and skills) <DM> Ah ok <Grith> (Sweet. Cancels out that crappy negative level.) <Sam> (move requested) <DM> Moved <DM> -> Vita * Sam (flavortext) keeps his eye on a temple knight as he moves. <Vita> (reloading and thinking) <DM> Nausea: Erias 3, Apol 3 <DM> Bel'ena looks less nauseated. * Vita stays where she is and fires off 3 bolts at Aerik <DM> Roll em <Vita> "This still F__ing hurts!" <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 16 | [d20=4] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 14 | [d20=2] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 11 | [d20=4] [+7=7] (Vita) <DM> ... * Vita fires off 3 bolts at tafal <DM> Does that have the +3 from the enhancement bonus? <Fordran> (...) <Vita> Yes. <Vita> and the -4 from pain <Fordran> (and the +1 from luck?) <Vita> yep <DM> Okay, the first arrow clips Aerik in the forehead, the second glances off of his arm, and the third goes wide. <DM> roll damage <Vita> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 9 | [d6=6] [+3=3] (Vita) <DM> "Grruuuhh..." <Vita> (uh, I am done) <DM> Mozwell gestures, pulls something out of a pouch at his belt, then hurls a sphere of flame at Grith <DM> Grith, Fordran, Vita, reflex saves <Fordran> (ha-DO-ken) <Fordran> (-4 to saves?) <DM> No <DM> attacks, skill checks, ability checks only <Fordran> (+1 to saves from prayer) <Grith> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 15 | [d20=12] [+3=3] (Grith) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 9 | [d20=1] [+8=8] (Fordran) <Grith> (that'd be no) <Fordran> (fuck. you. tafal.) <DM> You have AP <Vita> |roll d20+11-4+1 <tafal> 28 | [d20=20] [+11=11] [-4=-4] [+1=1] (Vita) <Fordran> (yeah, which i can totally waste on the natural 1) <Grith> (I'll use AP) <DM> I was talking to Grith~ <Vita> (oh. well then, that's a 32!) <Fordran> (ah) <DM> Vita saves from the natural 20 :P <Grith> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] (Grith) <Grith> 20! <DM> Grith, despite his bulk, rolls aside and manages to avoid the worst of the blast. <DM> Fordran is not so lucky <DM> |roll 10d6 <tafal> 27 | [10d6=27] (DM) <Vita> (It really is always the healer, huh?) <DM> Vita and Grith take 13, Fordran take 27 Fire, before Resists, bringing it down to 17 <Vita> "Ow!" * Fordran doesn't look as singed as he ought to, for taking the blast essentially full on. <DM> The fire smolders out before it can catch fire <DM> Pelor loves you. <DM> -> Foster <Fordran> (Pelor knows fire.) <Foster> The astral construct charges to Q8, drawing an attack of opportunity from Aerik (AC 21) in the process, and proceeds to attack and improved grab Subdeacon Mozwell as possible. <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 7 | [d20=4] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> Aerik's clumsy undead swipe fails to even hit the Construct's squaer <DM> *square <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 20 | [d20=5] [+15=15] (Foster) <DM> The construct's double-overhand smash seems about to crush the relatively frail figure of Mozwell through his translucent shield, but the blow jerks aside at the last instant, deflected by an invisible force. * Foster says "Huh." <DM> -> Foster * Foster then says "I wish my foes were as dry as the desert sands." (Horrid Wilting on Mozwell and the Temple Guards. <Foster> |roll 20d6 <tafal> 54 | [20d6=54] (Foster) <Fordran> (wait, you have to let the DM twist your wish as much as possible.) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 17 | [d20=14] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 8 | [d20=5] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 29 | [d20=20] [+9=9] (DM) <Foster> YOU LUCK SHIT. <Foster> lucky. <Foster> god. <Foster> tafal really does hate me. <DM> The temple guards wither, choke, and die, clawing at the air. <Fordran> ("i wish you had a -20 penalty to all rolls from now on, DM.") <Foster> (meh, -20 means shit when he autosucceeds) <Foster> (clearly, the extra pause before he rolled mozwell's save was a /msg tafal dm h4x on~) <DM> Mozwell himself seems to wither a bit, and he coughs painfully. <Fordran> (oh he doesn't need to message tafal.) <DM> :P <DM> You totally saw me roll. <DM> Done with your turn? :P <Foster> Hm... I use my move action to regain focus. :p <Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 15 | [d20=2] [+13=13] (Foster) <Foster> or not. <DM> -> Apol <Grith> (Figures... Mozwell is too far for even a charge with speed of thought) * Foster stabs tafal in the eye <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <Apol> move requested. done. <DM> Apol/Erias 3 rounds remaining <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (Ohwait... 10' reach. BWAHAHA!) <Foster> (rock on) <Grith> Charge evil bitch... I mean, Mozwell. <Foster> (don't forget psionic weapon or whatever) <DM> Eheh. The construct blocks your direct attack <Grith> (Right, riiiight.) <DM> You can't even charge <DM> You can double-move though <DM> Wait, I'm wrong <DM> You're 10x10 now <Grith> Yeees. <DM> You can do it <Grith> Okay, move me as appropriate, please. <DM> Moved <DM> roll to hit <DM> +2 from charge <DM> +1 from prayer <Grith> (calculating) <DM> Well, the prayer just cancels out your neg level, really. <DM> So whatever your normal is, +2 <Grith> |roll d20+18 <tafal> 21 | [d20=3] [+18=18] (Grith) <Foster> (Man. Mozwell is going to have a shitty time next round. He's in melee with two reachmonsters) <Grith> (Are... you... fucking... kidding me.) <Foster> (AP, dude) <Grith> (Yeah, I'll use that AP, please.) <DM> Ok, you have 1 left. <Grith> |roll d6 <tafal> 4 | [d6=4] (Grith) <DM> Shara comes down with all of your might and rage, perpendicular to Mozwell's field of arcane energy. There is a brief resistance centimeters from his skin, but your fury drives the black blade through... <Grith> (psionic weapon, btw) <DM> roll damage <DM> s/black/crystal <Grith> |roll 8d6+1d6+14 <tafal> 46 | [8d6=30] [+1d6=2] [+14=14] (Grith) <Foster> <3 <Grith> (Ah, bliss.) <Foster> (autosave that, bitch~) <Foster> (watch him explode or something) <Foster> (or be a loadbearing boss. heh heh) <DM> Shara hums with psionic energy as she carves a mighty gash into Mozwell's torso. As his lifeblood sprays brightly from the wound, one of his many swirling auras flashes brightly, then fades, and some of his wounds close. <DM> |roll 3d8+10 <Grith> (never, ever give Grith a chance to buff and close...) <tafal> 27 | [3d8=17] [+10=10] (DM) <Grith> (He's gonna teleport away now, you realize.) <Foster> (That's okay. We have people who specialize in finding people) <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (mmm, load-bearing bosses) <Fordran> (reloading) <Fordran> (oh damn i can go 40' a round now) * Fordran moves forward, next to Lucidus. (requested) <Fordran> (are those 3 knights still alive?) <DM> Uh, no. lemme clean that up <Foster> Yeah, I kind of think that they are seriously dead. <Fordran> (just checking. it sounded like they sort of... withered away) <DM> Ok, go * Fordran summons one of those floaty mace things again, attacking Mozwell. <DM> Summoning next to him? <Fordran> (yep, from my direction.) <DM> It winks out when it first tries to strike him. <Fordran> (curse that SI.) <Fordran> (or GoI.) <Foster> (GoI) * Fordran scowls. <Fordran> (done) <Grith> (GoI?) <Foster> (Globe of Invulnerability) <DM> Lucidus's squad advances some more; Bel'ena, recovered already, double-moves to try to get a bead on Mozwell <Vita> (by the way, when are we planning on stopping? I need to get up before 8 AM tomorrow) <DM> Soon. <Grith> (oooh) <DM> -> Sam <Foster> (I would hazard a guess that we are almost done) <DM> Sam? <Sam> (yes, yes) <Sam> (move requested) <DM> I just can't tell when you're here and thinking and when you're not here and not thinking. * Sam draws a staff as he moves, watching Moz closely. <Sam> (Yeah, it's been an awkward night for me.) <Sam> (dodging Moz, done) <DM> Erias advances some more, still nauseous <Grith> (Poor Tony.) <DM> -> Vita <DM> Oh wait, Yawin tries to strike Aerik down again. <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 13 | [d20=4] [+9=9] (DM) <DM> Sigh. * DM golfclaps for Yawin. <DM> -> Vita * Vita takes a 5-foot step to try for a straight-line shot * Vita mutters "Well, it can't be much worse than last time." * Vita shoots at Aerik <DM> roll it <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 13 | [d20=1] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 31 | [d20=19] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 14 | [d20=7] [+7=7] (Vita) <Vita> ... <DM> AP? <Vita> (would an AP prevent the 1 from hitting someone important?) <DM> The crit fail won't hit anyone <Vita> Oh <Vita> Sure, why not, AP on the 14 <DM> k <Vita> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] (Vita) <DM> One shot goes waaaaay wide, but the next one land near Aerik's throat, if it still worked, and the third hits him squarely in the chest. <Vita> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 6 | [d6=3] [+3=3] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 4 | [d6=1] [+3=3] (Vita) <DM> Aerik crumples into a rotting heap. <Fordran> (Your reputation with Argent Dawn has very slightly increased.) * Vita lets out a little happy shout but then crumples a little as the nerve-pain gets to her again <Grith> (...whatchoutalkinboutfool?) <DM> Mozwell shouts something guttural and unintelligible. You think you hear the syllable "Zom" in there somewhere. <Fordran> (oh, that's good.) <DM> He looks somewhat frantic. <DM> He gestures madly, and there are <DM> |roll 1d4+3 <tafal> 4 | [1d4=1] [+3=3] (DM) <DM> suddenly 5 Mozwells, side by side. <Grith> (Dice karma.) <DM> He runs back to the glowing symbol of the Eternal Orb behind him, drawing AoOs from Grith and the Construct <Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 21 | [d20=8] [+13=13] (Foster) <DM> Roll d5 <DM> high is good <Foster> |roll d5 <tafal> 4 | [d5=4] (Foster) <DM> One image winks out, leaving 4 Mozwells <DM> Grith? <Grith> |roll 20+14 <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 <Grith> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 18 | [d20=4] [+14=14] (Grith) <DM> AP? <DM> You have one left <Grith> (erg... not yet) <Grith> (wait, how wounded does he look?) <Fordran> (isn't he running towards the Plot?) <DM> You can't tell, he looks fine. <Grith> (yeah, no AP) <DM> You swing Shara at Mozwell's retreating form(s), but miss him in the confusion of mingling figures <Vita> (KILL THE PLOT!) <Sam> (stupid railroad plot.) <DM> He runs up to the glowing symbol, and disappears in a flash. <Foster> Yeeeep. <DM> We'll cut out here. <DM> Apol and Erias have 2 rounds of Nausea left <Grith> Oog. <Grith> Curse that Mozwell! * Foster notes that Locate Person is also an 8th level spell. <Foster> er, sorry. Discern location. * Grith notes that he doesn't have enough points left to rebuff everything again. <Foster> Yes, well. It'll keep. <Fordran> we can just touch the orb, right? we're attuned. * Fordran coughs. <Foster> haha. <Grith> Woohoo! <Sam> suddenly, and without fanfare, you cease to exist. <Grith> Unless that was one of the -fake- Mozwells! <Grith> Dun dun dun! <DM> Actually, I won't stop now. <DM> Finish init <DM> -> Foster <Fordran> (can't stop. the plot. can't stop the plot.) <Foster> Hm. <Foster> Hmmmmmmm. <Foster> "Do we get him back?" * Foster shrugs. <Foster> |roll d2 <tafal> 2 | [d2=2] (Foster) <Foster> Okay then. <Foster> "I wish Subdeacon Mozwell were standing next to Grith." <Fordran> (oh that can't be good. oh god no.) <Grith> (...ha ha ha ha ha!) <Grith> (Man, I hope that was worth it...) <Fordran> (we all know what's gonna happen.) <Foster> (meh. easy come, easy go) <Grith> (Watch Grith get teleported awaaaaay...) <Vita> (I have my own guess, yes) <Sam> (<tony-soprano>What the fuuuuck!</tony-soprano>) <Fordran> (i thought you were an alto) <Sam> (we both know i'm not a tenor) <Grith> (I should probably let the DM have his "oh shit" moments) <Grith> (I'm a bad singer?) <Foster> (Hey, he gave us the bonus treasure full of wishes and said "You should probably realized that you're fucked going into this one", he gets no mercy. :p) <DM> Mozwell(s) appear(s), surprised, next to Grith, in the act of bandaging himself. <Foster> And is promptly mauled by the Astral Construct, which full attacks him. <Vita> (sweet!) <Grith> (Hot flat-footed action!) <DM> Roll it <Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 22 | [d20=9] [+13=13] (Foster) <DM> Roll d4 <Foster> |roll d4 <tafal> 3 | [d4=3] (Foster) <DM> high is good <DM> The construct bashes an Image out of existence <Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 15 | [d20=2] [+13=13] (Foster) <Foster> (stupid. fucking. tafal.) <DM> The construct, flailing where the last image was, misses the remaining ones. <Foster> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 18 | [d20=5] [+13=13] (Foster) <DM> What's that? <Foster> Extra Attack. <Grith> (AP?) <DM> Oy. <Foster> ...nevermind <DM> Can't AP the construct <Foster> I forgot. <Grith> (oh) <Foster> took muscle instead, ignore that last roll. <DM> -> Apol <Foster> (All you, Grith) <Grith> (may the tafal be with me... for once) <Grith> (scratch that... my dice luck averages out around... average) <Grith> (may the tafal be with me...) <DM> Fiona might be afk <DM> -> Grith <Grith> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 20 | [d20=5] [+15=15] (Grith) <Foster> (all my damage spells suck up my dice luck for attack rolls. ; ;) <Grith> (*twitch*) <DM> AP? <Grith> (Whaddya think... AP?) <Grith> (yeahhh...) <Foster> (Yes!) <Apol> (oops sorry, I was reading about Astroturf. Not that Apol is doing anything besides being nauseated.) <Grith> |roll d6 <tafal> 1 | [d6=1] (Grith) <Grith> (ARE YOU FJKAJSDFNA DFOJAFASNDF) <DM> roll d3 <DM> high is good <Foster> (Good enough, I think. I hope.) <Grith> |roll d3 <tafal> 3 | [d3=3] (Grith) <DM> Hah! <Foster> YES. <Grith> (eat it, bitch!) <Grith> (Uh... Mozwell. Not... DM.) <Grith> (damage?) <DM> Shara sweeps through ALL of the remaining Mozwell images, connecting with the real one, and driving through his defensive magics with a sickening squelch. <DM> Roll damage <Grith> |roll 8d6+14 <tafal> 52 | [8d6=38] [+14=14] (Grith) <Grith> (Now that's more like it!) <Vita> (Nice.) <Fordran> (good lord) <Foster> (Mozwell's torso seems to be missing. Let's play find the organ!) <Grith> ( <Sam> (pardon my french, but...holy living fuck!) <Grith> (...so we can burn it!) <DM> Shara splits Mozwell in half, his knees buckling with his lower half, and his upper torso sailing a few feet along Shara's arc, before landing wetly. Mozwell groans out a last "Zo--m..." <Sam> (zomgnerfed) <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (zom-nerfed) * Grith bellows in rage-filled triumph. <Foster> (The astral construct picks up the torso, spikes it, and does the endzone shuffle.) * Fordran is more than a little stunned by that, and will spend the round doing nothing, really. * Devo has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Devo <Devo> |context 20 <DM> A blistering radiance fills the room. <Fordran> (grope) <Devo> (ngah) <DM> The light is coming from where the symbol of the Eternal Orb was resting by the altar. <DM> As your eyes adjust, you see a furious ball of light floating a few feet off the floor, at least 10' across <DM> YOU DARE? YOU DARE STRIKE DOWN THE SERVANT OF THE ETERNAL ORB?! <DM> Aaaaand cut. <Fordran> (BY FIBER BE PURGED!) <DM> Thanks for playing all. <DM> I totally thought there'd be some deaths by now, at least. <Devo> (oh, good, that's fun... let's hope glowing balls of light are susceptible to empathic damage) <Foster> (Credit where credit is due: I totally stole the "wish your foe back" move from the Liberators of Tenh) <DM> I mean, aside from the bad guys. * Sam apologizes for being quasi-anti-social, and firmly places the blame on at least five things from work. <Foster> There honestly probably would have been, if not for the holiday special. <Devo> (Hey, I don't care where you got it. Grith and I both never get tired of dividing our enemy in two.) <DM> Grith is firmly of the "Divide and Conk'er" school <DM> Alright folks, good night, time to log and such <Vita> I gotta go do bed things <Vita> goodnight all <Devo> Good night! <Foster> later, sleeping folks * Vita has quit IRC (Quit: ChatZilla 0.9.61 [Mozilla rv:1.7.3/20040910]) <Foster> So. That went well. * Devo wonders if by "divide" Randolph meant "cleave in twain". <Devo> Yes, surprsingly. <Devo> AP helped immensely. * Grith has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 265 seconds) <Foster> By 'well', I mean "we're still alive, and we even have a wish to spare against the fuck-knows-what sphere of light. And our NPC compatriots should be unnauseating this round." <Devo> Have I mentioned how much I hate negative energy levels? <Foster> Hey, Fordran would've hit you with Restoration. <Devo> Oh, I know. Grith doesn't play like that. <Devo> Which makes -me- hate them even more. <Foster> Clearly, we just need to start forcing healing upon him. <Devo> Grith figures... if he can still fight and isn't about to keel over dead, he doesn't need it. <Devo> Heh, that's one solution. <Sam> goodnight gracie. <Devo> G'night, Tony. <Foster> Also, Devo, you totally outdamage me. Congrats. <Devo> Only because I can't keep doing it, right? <Foster> under normal battle circumstances, I blow a lot of PP on dispels and crap. <Devo> Yeah... it keeps seeming to work that way. <Foster> I could probably outdo you on the short term if I spammed constructs, but you can keep hammering away all day if you want. <Fordran> at least my dispel rolls tonight were useful. <Foster> Yes. God yes. <Devo> I imagine Randolph includes some of that specifically to drain your reserves. Which, given how many times you've fought these guys, it makes sense they might purposefully bait Foster into blowing PP. <Foster> Quite possible. <Foster> Foster is quickly learning that magical effects aren't worth trying to dispel on anything less than full overchannel augment. <Devo> But, yeah, Grith is a great cannon. <Devo> Foster, obviously, is more vital to party survival in the long run. Grith is just the closer. <Foster> And even then, +18 doesn't fucking help if you can't roll above a 9. <Devo> Well... yeah. That was pretty goddamn ridiculous. <Devo> tafal -really- hated you tonight. <Foster> I think I blew all my luck on damage rolls which failed to properly connect. <DM> <Devo> I imagine Randolph includes some of that specifically to drain your reserves. Which, given how many times you've fought these guys, it makes sense they might purposefully bait Foster into blowing PP. <DM> Yes and no. <Foster> well, and pulping Aerik. <DM> Imagine if you guys didn't have Dispel. <Foster> er. Brahgi. <DM> Just imagine it for a moment. * Apol has quit IRC (Quit: good night) <Devo> We'd be raped. <Foster> God, we'd've just been so hosed. <Devo> With large rusty hacksaws. <Foster> it was bad enough with it. <Foster> Stinking Cloud took out 2 of our primary combatants and all of the NPCs. <Foster> Except the one without a metabolism. <Devo> Thank God Grith rolled well on that Fort save, at least. <Devo> Well enough, anyways. <Devo> Twice. <Devo> Oy. <DM> Mozwell was going to follow with Fireballs, but you dispelled the tentacles, so he laid the sleet storm <DM> Then he didn't have a chance to lay the Web <DM> after you dispelled that <Devo> Sometimes I wish Grith was smarter. But the I realize he's fun stupid. <Devo> "single-minded" <Devo> the=then <Foster> We're... very good at applying force to a single point, I find. <Devo> Hey, how's that old saying go? "Plans only survive until the first shot fired" or something to that effect. <Devo> Yeargh. <Foster> Plans never survive contact with the enemy, is another version. <Devo> Well... Foster can divide the smackdown pretty well. <Fordran> i prefer: <Foster> I personally prefer "We need a plan so that we know what we're deviating from" <Fordran> "Measure with a micrometer, mark it with chalk, and cut it with an axe." <Devo> Heh heh heh. <Foster> Heh. <Foster> Foster seems to prefer "Measure with a micrometer, mark it with chalk, and cut it with ORBITAL DEATH RAYS." <Devo> btw, I think Grith would have missed twice without prayer, and might have failed one of those stinking cloud saves. <Devo> Ahcrap. I kept forgetting to add it to his damage. <DM> On the other hand, if you'd accepted the Restoration, the prayer would be unnecessary <Devo> cf. in character <Devo> cf. wishing Grith was smarter sometimes <DM> As I told everyone else, I didn't mind you guys metagaming this encounter <Foster> Though unfortunately, Orbital Death Rays are only 2nd level and below, which means that GoI hoses me. <DM> And you, in person :P <DM> This was a thoroughly min-maxed spell selection <Devo> Ahh. <Fordran> aren't they all/ <DM> No, some DMs can't play casters worth shit~ <Foster> I honestly think we pulled through remarkably well. <DM> Imagine if I had two casters. <Devo> Let's... let's not. It's been such a -nice- evening. <Foster> Then I'd just have to venture into "Interpretable Wish" territory. :p <DM> Btw, I was wondering about that last wish... but <DM> Well, you have Fordran along. <Devo> o.O <Foster> Pelor likes him~ <Devo> Hooray favored divine. * Foster was getting tired and sloppy. ; ; <Devo> Foster or Ian was? <Foster> Ian. Foster was just saying "Oh shit. Uh. Hm. Two left. Probably need to kill him. Uh. Worth a shot, anyhow." <Devo> So, Randolph, I realize now you were totally right about vigor. 5 hp for 1 PP is a -good- trade. <Foster> Vigor is so totally awesome. <Foster> It's like ablative shielding for psions. <Devo> I r0x0rz my s0x0rz. <DM> s/like/ <Foster> True. :p <Foster> Overchannel + Vigor is distressingly awesome. <Devo> Well, I gave him 10 hp after getting dropped to almost half. When he got hit by the tentacles I thought, "Well... huh. That worked well." <Devo> Overchannel? <Foster> http://www.systemreferencedocuments.org/35/sovelior_sage/psionicFeats.html#overchannel <tafal> shortcut for Foster's url: http://csua.org/u/epg <DM> And then read Talented [feat] <Devo> ...uh, holy Christ. <Devo> Kinda makes me want to grab those feats. <Devo> And here I thought wounding attack would be a good pick. <Devo> Psssh.