<DM> Roll call! <Apol> barrrrf <DM> hehehe <Foster> Flaming death, present and accounted for. <Sam> /monkflex <DM> (That's metrosexual living-impairment to you) <Foster> snerk. <Erias> *cough* * Grith stabs himself in the eye with a colossal greatsword. <DM> Uh. Anyone have duct tape? <Foster> (no seriously, I kill things with fire. and am totally into chicks.) <DM> heheheh <Foster> (as long as they have big brains) <Foster> (soft, supple brains) <DM> (creeepy~~~) <Foster> (then I have achieved victory) <DM> ("I took Craft Disturbing Mental Image as my last level up feat.") <DM> Let me hand out battlemat ids while Fordran and Vita return to their seats <Vita> heeere but will be gone for little bits of seconds while getting my food out of the toaster oven <DM> Sure * Sam hopes work won't intrude nearly as much as last week. <DM> Bel'ena, Torenn, and Jaim are fine now. <Fordran> yorrrg. <Fordran> < <DM> Sir Lucidus is still looking green around the gills <Grith> (sadly, Devon is still a dumbass) <Grith> (Grith, too.) <DM> Erias is down 8 hp, Fordran is up 8 hp, due to a Shield Other buff I failed to take into account during the Fireball * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse | Sam 23, Erias 20, Vita 19, Foster 16, Apol 16, Grith 9, Fordran -1' <DM> Last week, on Eclipse... <DM> <DM> The light is coming from where the symbol of the Eternal Orb was resting by the altar. <DM> <DM> As your eyes adjust, you see a furious ball of light floating a few feet off the floor, at least 10' across <DM> <DM> YOU DARE? YOU DARE STRIKE DOWN THE SERVANT OF THE ETERNAL ORB?! * Erias nods weakly. * Sam points at, um, someone else. <Fordran> (i think that was rhetorical, erias) <Erias> (sorry, not really sure if time has resumed) <Vita> (No, really, sir flaming ball of light, it was an accident!) <Sam> (how do we know it's a sir and not a madam?) <Erias> (where's Tierney when we need him) <DM> Continuing init <DM> -> Sam <Erias> ("It _was_ an accident!") <DM> (o/~ bluff, bluff, bluff the fiery angry ascendent thing o/~) * Sam draws staff, does impressive staff-twirling move. <DM> Moving or anything? * Sam prepares to strike Orb if it gets close enough. <Fordran> (remember, we still have something like 6 or so rounds of Prayer left.) * Sam dodges Orb, doesn't move otherwise. <Sam> (done) <DM> -> Erias <Vita> (remind me what prayer does?) <DM> "You bring special favor upon yourself and your allies while bringing disfavor to your enemies. You and your each of your allies gain a +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks, while each of your foes takes a –1 penalty on such rolls." <Sam> (hm, i should prepare my usual monkly beverage.) <DM> Vita and Fordran are still wracked with pain <DM> Erias and Apol are still nauseated for 1 more round after this one. <Vita> (ooooh yeah) * Erias drags himself upright and tries to stand straight. "In the name of Pelor, we have come to end the injustice and deception in this town. Let His light guide us through this false radiance." <Erias> (sorry, didn't want to make you guys wait while I thought of something better) <DM> (Moving?) <Erias> (also, insert "cough, gag, etc" in there somewhere.) <Erias> (yes, requesting) <Erias> (requested) * Erias staggers forward. <DM> -> Vita <Vita> (hmm) <Vita> Double move requested. * Vita moves forward cautiously, trying to get a look at the light <Vita> (done) <DM> -> Foster <Erias> (oh, right, I'm here under Lucidus. Probably should have been his statement.) * Foster begins manifesting another Astral Construct V. <Foster> |roll 1d8 <tafal> 8 | [1d8=8] (Foster) <Erias> (not doing so well with the organized knight hierarchy, these days) <Erias> (or should have been Fordran, what with his actual direct connection to Pelor.) <DM> (He's also not looking well enough for a speech) <Foster> The existing construct charges the Orb, if possible. <Erias> (Point.) <DM> Okay, roll to hit. <Foster> (and actually, the construct should be acting before me) <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 26 | [d20=11] [+15=15] (Foster) <DM> is that with charge? Because there's an altar in the way <Foster> ah. subtract 2, then <Grith> (Can you take a 5' step before charging?) <Foster> no. <DM> (No) <Foster> (er, wait. that's not with charge) <DM> Ok <Foster> (wow, I was under-bonusing myself all last fight) <Fordran> (; ;) <Foster> (I don't think it was ever relevant) <Grith> (Well hey... that helps make up for my magical over-bonusing miscalculations~) <DM> There's a sound like steel striking crystal as the construct's hardened ectoplasm appears to ricochet off of the Orb's corona. <DM> -> Apol <Erias> (Hmm... I was going to use my next round to detect evil, but that's a standard action) * Apol is still feeling sick but is curious about the talking light. Apol takes out the monocle and stares at the light through the monocle. <DM> -> Grith <Grith> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 17 | [d20=2] [+15=15] (Grith) <DM> What is that? <Grith> (Are you kidding me?) <Grith> (Refocus. Failed.) <DM> You gotta tell me these things :P <Foster> (welcome to my life) <Erias> (er... oh, that kind.) <Foster> (refocus is always a 2) <Grith> (so don't bother for three more levels? <DM> Well, you can spend your standard action doing that too, or manifesting a power <Erias> I thought it was DC 15? <DM> DC 20 <Erias> ah. <DM> Or you can move or something <Erias> (oh, I was thinking of the expend it on concentration check thing) <Grith> Okay. <DM> Okay what? <Grith> (requested move... I hope) <DM> Grith jogs off to the side of the Eternal Orb <DM> -> Fordran <Grith> "I think we managed ta piss off that glowing ball of light." <Fordran> (does anyone look seriously injured?) <Fordran> (like obviously bleeding or so.) <Grith> (Grith is under half) <Sam> (not here) * Vita looks a little faint <DM> Grith's armor is singed, and some of his flesh is charred <Erias> (no evident injuries, just greenish) * Foster still looks healthier than you've ever heen him <Vita> (I don't really know how to flavor-text wounds, this wound thing is new to me) <Grith> (Grith is almost down to 1/3, actually.) <DM> (Vita: It's just pain, like uh... if you've read Asimov, a neural whip) * Fordran double-moves over to Grith. <Vita> (no no, I'm down about 1/3 of my HP) <DM> (Oh. Eep.) <Grith> (Yikes.) <DM> Vita is also charred. <Fordran> (requested; i have a 40' move) <Fordran> (oh) <Vita> (I have 2/3 left, I look better than grith) <Erias> (so vita is at 66%, Grith at 33%) <DM> Moved <Fordran> (well, i'm at grith now.) <Fordran> "Hang in there, Grith..." <Fordran> (done) <Grith> (yeah, I think that's right) <Erias> (probably good) <Erias> (oh, double move) <Erias> (okay) <DM> Torenn advances, then squints at the fiery orb <DM> (Torenn) "It is evil!" <Erias> (sweet!) <DM> Bel'ena lets loose some arrows <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 17 | [d20=11] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 7 | [d20=1] [+6=6] (DM) <Erias> (my kingdom for energy resistance) <DM> You hear a pained yelp as the bowstring snaps into something <Fordran> (you have a kingdom?) <Fordran> (it's actually dr. wily in a ship) <Erias> (my kingdom for a kingdom so I could trade it for energy resistance) <DM> The arrow that flew true disappears into the ball of fire. <Vita> Just disappears? No apparent effect? <Grith> (Colin for energy resistance!) <Fordran> (my kingdom for colin!) <Grith> (...flame on!) <DM> Vita: You can't visually follow the arrow as it disappears into the bright light, and nothing comes out <DM> i.e. It could have hit something, or maybe not. <DM> You can't actually see the surface of the thing <Vita> ahh. <Sam> (monkly beverage: check.) <Fordran> (monkey beverage?) <DM> Jaim circles around to the upper right pillar, spiked chain singing in the air. <Fordran> (zomgnerf) <Sam> (monkeys do not drink tea. *GONG*) <DM> Lucidus staggers forward. <Erias> (whoah. heh. Is that Foster down there?) <Grith> (Just be glad it's a -good guy- NPC.) <DM> (Lucidus) "Prepare... *urgh* to die... vile blasphemy." <Erias> (and Apol.) <Foster> (Foster has literally not moved since the start of the fight) <Erias> (here's hoping they don't have reinforcements.) <DM> Yawin charges in. <Vita> (nicely blocking off all my shooting routes. Thanks, Lucidus!) <DM> Well, ok, doesn't Charge charge, just rushes in. <Grith> (I'm sure we have nothing to worry about.) <Erias> (oh, hey, that pillar I'm next to isn't a pillar, is it? <Erias> ) <Apol> (Once Apol gets better... movement goes back up to 100') <DM> That's a corpse, Erias <Grith> (ha ha ha!) <DM> (Vita: Sorry... uh, you could tell him to move...) <Vita> (Not really Vita's style) <Sam> (it's probably not important?) <DM> Brilliant multicolored beams of light stream from the Orb. <Foster> Oh shit. <Sam> (crapping pants in 3...2...) <Fordran> (oh god) <Erias> (brb, grabbing a snack so I won't keep eating chips -- but sticking around for this.) <DM> Grith Will save <Erias> (oh, hell.) <Apol> (Stay good, Grith,stay good!) <Erias> (Stay here, Grith, stay here!) <DM> Hm. <DM> Okay, while he's doing that. <DM> Fordran, Fort save. <Grith> (Sorry, Grith is not available at the moment. Please direct all inquiries to the shining ball of evil light. Thank you, and have a nice day.) <Fordran> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] (Fordran) <Fordran> (bah) <DM> Uh. <DM> AP? <Grith> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] (Grith) <DM> Do you even have any left? <Grith> (I'm out.) <Erias> (dagnabbit. do we see what colors are hitting people?) <Grith> (Well, this'll be short-lived.) <DM> Fordran? <Fordran> (yeah, i'll use one.) <Fordran> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] (Fordran) <DM> (Erias: They just look like the beams of sunlight) <Fordran> (is this really my first one?) <DM> Ok. Grith hits the ground, out cold. <DM> (Think so) <Grith> (See? Short-lived!) <DM> |roll 3d6+13 <tafal> 23 | [3d6=10] [+13=13] (DM) <Grith> *kaTHUD* <Erias> (I used one pointlessly earlier, on the balance check) <DM> Fordran, take 12 damage, Erias takes 11 <Erias> (uff dah.) <DM> Fordran, your body shudders as your metabolism tries to stop. <Grith> (What's that? Power Word, Kill?) <DM> A little tingle runs through your body as the platinum ring on your finger channels some of the magic away from you <Erias> (I can't tell.) <Fordran> (Power Word: Constipation) <Grith> (Ooh, that's a bad one.) <Erias> (R said this would be a hard fight and he didn't mind if we metagamed somewhat, but I don't know this spell. It's not prismatic spray.) <DM> Foster: Fort save for the Construct <Foster> (Well. Races of the Dragon does have every Power Word short of Power Word: Yermom) <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 17 | [d20=15] [+2=2] (Foster) <Grith> (White-light Spray? Beams of Random Doom?) <Sam> (Holy Formula 409) <Sam> (er, Unholy) <DM> |roll 16d6 <tafal> 57 | [16d6=57] (DM) <DM> Large chunks of ectoplasm dissipate as the beam touches it. <Vita> (ow) <Apol> (um..) <Fordran> (wish i had a mirror) <DM> Jaim stops twirling his chain with a confused look on his face. <DM> Yawin is hurled bodily backwards. <DM> |roll 1d6 <tafal> 6 | [1d6=6] (DM) <DM> And hits the wall. <Sam> (hurrk!) <DM> Sam, Fort save <Foster> (Okay, so this is a flavortexted Beholder. with possible additions. geh.) <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 26 | [d20=17] [+9=9] (Sam) <Sam> (prayer included) <DM> You feel your skin flesh tightening up, but the sensation passes, leaving you with a dry taste in your mouth. <Fordran> (beholder on fire) <DM> Erias, Will save <Fordran> (everybody must get stoned) <Erias> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 35 | [d20=19] [+16=16] (Erias) <DM> Your mind feels sluggish as the light washes over you, but only for a moment. <Grith> (Erias made a save? Phew! I was worried for a second there.) <Grith> ( ;) ) <Foster> (don't say that) <DM> Sam, Erias, Vita, Foster, magic items stop contributing bonuses. <Grith> ( Heh heh heh.) <Foster> weeping. <Fordran> (mmm.) <DM> And Foster, your manifestation is interrupted. * Erias watches in dismay as his shield clatters to the floor. (I assume.) <Sam> (gulp.) <DM> Yes. * Vita looks incredibly confused and says weakly "I disbelieve?" <DM> -> Sam <Foster> (pain should also be suppressed. :P) <Fordran> (we need some eye-stabbing) <Erias> (Yes.) <Vita> (does that include my longbow?) <DM> Right, none of your buffs work. <DM> And the longbow expands to medium size. <Vita> (oh fuck) <DM> And the pain is suppressed. <Fordran> (hah) <DM> -> Sam <Foster> (we are so fucked. god.) <Sam> (yes, i know) <Fordran> ("i wish this thing's CR dropped by 9") <Erias> (and I'm still nauseated, I suspect) <DM> (The ring doesn't work here~) * Sam charges Orb, attempting to give it a Mighty Swat with a staff. <DM> (Still nauseated, yes, it was a conjuration effect) <Sam> (move requested) <DM> Roll it <Erias> (I assume Apol has no magic either) <DM> Ah, yes, Apol too. <Sam> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 21 | [d20=11] [+10=10] (Sam) <Apol> (didn't have any to begin with) <Erias> ("I wish this ring worked in antimagic zones!") <DM> (That's the last wish :P) <DM> Sam swings at the flaming orb, but fails to connect solidly. <DM> -> Erias <DM> (Erias, Apol, last round of Nausea) <Erias> (could somebody with a high int yell something like "Spread out!"?) <Grith> (Does Grith shrink to normal size?) <DM> Grith is not in the field <DM> Neither is Fordran <Grith> (Ohgood.) * Sam continues to dodge Orb (if it's worth anything). <DM> (K) <Grith> (hopefully) <DM> Grith, however, is asleep. <Vita> (can I see that other people in other places are unaffected?) <DM> By what? * Erias moves forward 20' and slightly to the side, trying to pull himself together, and gripping the mace in both hands. <DM> You saw two things overtly. <DM> Erias' shield dropped. <DM> Your bow expanded. <Vita> (Ok, that's what I needed to know. Nuts, not that useful.) <DM> (Feel free to use metagame knowledge) <DM> (This is one part I really don't mind) <DM> Erias feels better. <Erias> (*shrug*) <DM> -> Vita <Erias> "Spread out! Flank it!" <Vita> (Once again, you assume I *have* metagame knowledge) <Vita> (Can I assume that casting spells is out in this field?) <DM> (Ok, then you *know* that Fordran and Grith aren't affected. How's that? :P) <DM> (Yes.) <DM> (Btw, Pup has been waiting at the stairs for approx 50 seconds) <Sam> (bah! ki strike nerfed!) * Vita moves grimly in, clutching her oversized bow <DM> (Just reminding you, in case you had forgotten him) * Vita doesn't want Pup hurt <DM> (k) <Vita> (move requested) <Vita> (this time I actually double moved the correct amount, I just realized I really screwed up last time0 <DM> Btw, Erias, where you moved to, you moved past two swaddled corpses, a long table with some stains on it, and the table you're standing next to has a bunch of unidentified flasks and tools. <DM> Ok. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> running is x4 movement, or can we only double move? <Fordran> (drink them all! it's like nethack!) <Foster> (Are you fucked? Yes? Quaff like a madman!) <DM> Foster, you can run <Erias> (running is 4x movement, lose all dex to AC, must be straight line... right?) * pst has joined #ddi <DM> "You can run as a full-round action. (If you do, you do not also get a 5-foot step.) When you run, you can move up to four times your speed in a straight line (or three times your speed if you’re in heavy armor). You lose any Dexterity bonus to AC unless you have the Run feat" <Foster> in that case, sec, solving for hypoteneuse. <DM> Hee <Foster> Right, requested. <DM> Foster's suppressed effects reassert. <DM> -> Apol <Foster> ("You have 1 wish remaining.") <Apol> move requested. done. <DM> Wait, my bad, Foster's still in it <Foster> (oh, wait) <DM> It's a diagonal down to 18 <Foster> forgot construct. :p <DM> A18 <Foster> and ; ; <DM> Go ahead, construct <Foster> Full attack. <DM> Roll em <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 27 | [d20=12] [+15=15] (Foster) <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 28 | [d20=13] [+15=15] (Foster) <DM> damage, twice <Foster> |roll d8+11 <DM> Can't trip flying creatures. <tafal> 17 | [d8=6] [+11=11] (Foster) <Foster> |roll d8+11 <tafal> 18 | [d8=7] [+11=11] (Foster) <Foster> (it's a grapplebeast, actually, but the thing is large, so it doesn't proc) <DM> (Ah) <DM> The partially-discorporeated construct bashes at the core of the flame a couple of times, but you can't really tell if anything happened. <DM> -> Grith <DM> Oh, wait. <Erias> (Apol.) <Fordran> (zzzzzz) <DM> Right. <Erias> (Oh, she went) <DM> Grith is asleep. <DM> -> Fordran. <DM> You can tell Grith is still alive, but unconscious, Fordran. * Grith snores rumblingly. Scratches his thigh in his sleep. Makes cute little "mew mew" noises. <DM> Hee. <Grith> (Actually, I don't think he -can- make "little" noises.) <Grith> (Especially not expanded twice.) <Fordran> "G... Grith? Wake up!" * Fordran slaps him around a bbit. <Grith> (Wake the sleeping giant, eh?) <Erias> ("aid another") <Grith> (How long has Fordran been wanting to do that, I wonder.) <Fordran> (hee) <Fordran> (was that a standard action?) <Erias> (yep) <Fordran> (and does it do anything?) <DM> Grith wakes up, prone. <Erias> ("Sleeping creatures are helpless. Slapping or wounding awakens an affected creature, but normal noise does not. Awakening a creature is a standard action (an application of the aid another action).") <DM> You have a MEA left, Fordran * Fordran draws his wand of shpinging. <Fordran> (and done) <Grith> (Mmmm, wang. I mean wand.) <Grith> (Shit, what I say?) <DM> (Jaim) "Wait! Friends! He means us no harm! He's an ally!" <DM> He moves to get between the Orb and the construct <DM> Unless Sam takes an AoO on him. <Fordran> (charming fellow, really.) <Sam> (Sure, why not.) <DM> (really?) <Foster> (take it as a trip attack. :p) <Erias> (this is going to go well) * Sam tries to upend Jaim. (trip) <DM> Roll it <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 9 | [d20=1] [+8=8] (Sam) <DM> The light must've been in your eyes. * Sam tries not to upend himself. <Grith> (Oh. Good.) <Grith> (Well? It went -great-!) <DM> As Jaim interposes himself between the construct and the Orb, he blinks in confusion, since the Charm is suppressed. <Erias> (gnah.) <DM> Bel'ena grits her teeth, and fires again <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 8 | [d20=2] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 26 | [d20=20] [+6=6] (DM) <Grith> (<DM> "That was the best possible outcome." <The rest of us> "...ahcrap.") <DM> |roll 1d8 <tafal> 3 | [1d8=3] (DM) <DM> Oops, nevermind. <DM> The arrow passes through the flame and comes out the other side, clattering off of the wall. <DM> Torenn charges the Orb <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 11 | [d20=5] [+6=6] (DM) <Erias> (that's some serious tafal love, right there) <DM> Lucidus staggers towards Erias. <Fordran> ("wonder... urgh... twin powers...") <DM> Yawin charges the Orb <Grith> (Ha ha ha!) <DM> For real this time. <DM> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 29 | [d20=18] [+11=11] (DM) <Foster> For real indeed. <Erias> (argh!) <Erias> (I'm glad he rolled well, but that was my spot :( ) <DM> There's some hissing as some sizzling liquid dribbles from the fire. <Erias> (perhaps Sam will tumble around behind it *wink* *wink*) <Erias> (grumble grumble 20' move grumble grumble) <DM> Everyone's magic suddenly reactivates. <DM> Beams of light lance out from the Orb again. <Grith> (Go Yawin!) <Fordran> (buh) <Erias> (oh, right. no idea who will have magic (or be alive) after this.) <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 11 | [d20=6] [+5=5] (DM) <Foster> (no, that was the thingy turning off the antimagic so that it can BLOW OUR SHIT UP AGAIN) <Sam> (Go TeYIPES!) <DM> |roll 16d6 <tafal> 61 | [16d6=61] (DM) <Erias> (....ow) <DM> Yawin is reduced to a fine trace of dust. <Foster> (and so ends his emoness) <Erias> (well, I have my spot back) <Fordran> (well, that... that kinda solves one moral dilemma) <Erias> (...) <Sam> (um. holy living fuck.) <Apol> "Yawin!" <Erias> (not exactly, no) <Sam> (holy dying fuck?) * Vita makes some sort of strange cross between an eeep, squeak, and scream <DM> Sam, Fort save <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 14 | [d20=5] [+9=9] (Sam) <DM> AP? <Sam> |roll 1d6 <tafal> 5 | [1d6=5] (Sam) <Erias> (I am saving any RP reaction until after all this, 'cause I'm assuming it's simultaneous) <DM> |roll 3d6+13 <tafal> 26 | [3d6=13] [+13=13] (DM) <DM> Your circulatory system spontaneously tries to fail <Vita> (yeah, I probalby should have done that) <DM> You take 26 damage, but survive <Vita> (sorry) <Sam> (ooh, wholeness of bo...oh, i used it all.) <Grith> (Holy Christ.) <DM> Erias, Will save <Erias> (no worries, it sorta feels more right if you react immediately) <Erias> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 24 | [d20=12] [+12=12] (Erias) <Erias> (go go paladin saves) <DM> You feel a moment of fatigue. <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 7 | [d20=3] [+4=4] (DM) <DM> There is a dawning look of horror on Jaim's face, which is now captured perfectly in stone. <Erias> (that had to suck. he was suddenly on its side, then our side, then its side as he was petrified.) <Fordran> (it's a stony expression.) <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 9 | [d20=6] [+3=3] (DM) <Erias> (oh no. no. no you don't.) <DM> Torenn screams in terror, dropping his light maces. <Fordran> (but you have to admit, he has some chiseled features.) <Erias> (if only he'd been boulder.) <Sam> (q - A statue of moral ambiguity named Jaim) <Grith> (He has balls of solid rock!) <DM> Fordran, will save <Fordran> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 18 | [d20=7] [+11=11] (Fordran) <Erias> (Jaim, we beryly knew thee...) <Fordran> (how i loathe you, tafal) <DM> You feel a strange force surround you for a moment, but you resist, and it fades. <Fordran> (i shouldn't have taken Jai, for granite) <Fordran> (Jaim even) <DM> Grith, Will save <Grith> (Can I take 20?) <DM> No, no you cannot. <Fordran> (haha) <Grith> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 25 | [d20=15] [+10=10] (Grith) <Erias> (nice) <Grith> (Oh... well, that's good.) <DM> You have a +10 will save? <Grith> (Considering I have no more AP.) <Grith> (Helmet of will savey goodness, prayer.) <DM> Ah. <DM> A strange tingle runs through your mind, but it has only a feeble effect through your helmet. <Vita> (Oh - did the pain come back after the anti-magic went off?) <Grith> (+3 from Wis) <DM> The flaming orb flies across the room. <DM> Yes, the pain came back. <Erias> (thank goodness we do get our magic bonuses to saves... since it needs magic) <DM> As did all your magic and item magic <DM> The shield is still inert on the floor, however. <DM> Vita's bow did shrink. <Erias> (Right.) <DM> -> Sam <Erias> (Left it behind intentionally. Didn't want to slow down, and this thing doesn't seem big on physical attacks.) <Grith> (Jaim got off to a rocky start with the party.) <Erias> (We really should have given him a clean slate.) <DM> Uh, oh, Lucidus refocused. <DM> Still, Sam's turn. <Fordran> (Jaim fell on some hard times.) <Sam> (move requested) <Grith> (Too bad he's a stiff now...) <DM> Moved <DM> Anything else? * Sam circles around carefully, twirling staff as he goes. <Fordran> (Is Jaim hungry? Because I bet he could really go for some pyrite now.) <DM> -> Erias <Sam> (nope. still dodging orb) <Erias> (uh... whoah. orb moved.) <DM> Erias and Apol are all better now, btw <Erias> "Yawin!" <DM> (Yes, double move. The beams are a free action) <Erias> Charge attack on Orb. Am I magical? <DM> You are currently magical. <Foster> (Magical on/off is once per round) <Erias> Move requested. <DM> Roll it <Erias> |roll d20+19 <tafal> 30 | [d20=11] [+19=19] (Erias) <DM> roll damage <Foster> (oh, the smiting) <Erias> |roll 1d8+3+2+3+7+2d6 <tafal> 26 | [1d8=6] [+3=3] [+2=2] [+3=3] [+7=7] [+2d6=5] (Erias) <Grith> (dee-lish-us) <Erias> (er, sorry, 25) <DM> Somewhere in the middle of the flaming orb, your macehead connects with something, and you feel and hear a surge of energy course through your weapon. <Erias> (second +3 should have been +2) <Fordran> (that's a lotta adding) <DM> -> Vita <Vita> (Erias is totally and utterly blocking my shot, huh?) <Erias> (Erias looks, to any who can see him, stricken with grief.) <DM> Yeah, pretty much. <Erias> (sorry about the angle -- with it in the corner, this is sort of a mess.) <Vita> (Could I shoot from M4?) <Erias> (oh, that was a 32 to hit, btw, with charging) <DM> Yes. <Grith> (showoff) <Erias> (well, it was pointless, and now I have -2 AC) <Grith> ( :) ) <Grith> (Hrrg.) * Vita moves to M4 and shoots off a single arrow, if it all works' <DM> Roll it <Vita> |roll d20+18+1-4 <tafal> 32 | [d20=17] [+18=18] [+1=1] [-4=-4] (Vita) <DM> Heh nice <DM> roll damage * Vita painfully but accurately shoots a lone arrow <Vita> |roll d6+4 <tafal> 9 | [d6=5] [+4=4] (Vita) <Grith> (nice) <Fordran> (woot) <DM> Some more hissing and sizzling as fluid dribbles from the orb. <DM> -> Foster <Vita> (*dink*) <Foster> The Construct moves and attacks the Orb. <DM> This blocks Vita's shot again... <Foster> W5 not an option? <DM> Oh, reach. <Foster> Yeah. <DM> Moved, attack <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 33 | [d20=18] [+15=15] (Foster) <DM> roll damage <Foster> |roll d8+11 <tafal> 13 | [d8=2] [+11=11] (Foster) <DM> The brawny fist thuds against something in the ball of fire, and the Orb wobbles. * Foster reaches into his haversack, pulling out the Amulet of Oh Shit Oh Shit We're Going To Die and putting it on. <Grith> (This is totally a beefed up version of AoW's will-o-wisps, isn't it?) <DM> (No, no it isn't :P) <Fordran> (heh) <DM> Is that it? <Foster> Uh. No. <Fordran> (wait. is it called that because it's needed in a situation where we're going to die, or because we're going to die because you're putting it on?) <DM> (Yes.) <Foster> (Yes.) <Fordran> (damnit.) <Grith> (ohyeah) * Foster then channels power from it to fuel a full augment Energy Missile (Electricity) directed at the Orb. <DM> Will save <Grith> (+10 Amulet of Opposite Alignment and Death Ray at Will) <Foster> Iroll d20+12 <DM> Really. <Erias> Youroll d20+12 <Erias> Weallroll d20+12 for Iroll d20+12 <Foster> gah. <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 14 | [d20=2] [+12=12] (Foster) <Foster> AP. <Foster> |roll 26 <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> K. <Foster> |roll d6 <tafal> 2 | [d6=2] (Foster) <Erias> (; ;) <Foster> sigh. <Fordran> (...) <DM> |roll d100 <tafal> 34 | [d100=34] (DM) <DM> |roll d10 <tafal> 4 | [d10=4] (DM) <Fordran> (tafal: die in a fire.) <Vita> (um, I don't like this 100-sider thing that's happening) <Erias> |roll you are so fired. <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 <Foster> |roll 10d6 <tafal> 34 | [10d6=34] (Foster) <DM> A bolt of lightning streaks towards the Eternal Orb, discharging through it into the wall. <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 6 | [d20=1] [+5=5] (DM) <Foster> unf. <DM> Yeeah. <DM> (AP!) <Erias> (woo! I hope that was a save.) <Foster> I'm thinking so. <Fordran> (the tafal giveth, and the tafal fucketh in the arse.) <DM> Lucidus maneuvers into position. <DM> -> Apol <Erias> (Is Grith still at about 1/3 hp?) <Grith> (yessir) <Fordran> (i haven't had the chance to heal yet) <Erias> I think waking him up was pretty important. * Apol flies up to the orb and lets loose most of the tummy upset at it. Gas flows all around the orb. <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 27 | [d20=18] [+9=9] (DM) <Erias> (If you wanted to metagame horribly, and Grith has 15' reach, he could move exactly 45' toward the Orb and attack... Fordran has 40' move, right?) <Grith> (Never give a copper dragon gastrointestinal problems.) <DM> (Grith has 10' reach) <Erias> (Or, hey, this is wild and crazy, Grith could hold his action) <Grith> (Grith has 10' reach) <DM> The gas billows around the Orb to no apparent effect <Grith> (Grith moves 40' a round if he can get his f'ing focus back.) <DM> -> Grith <Apol> |roll d4+5 <tafal> 9 | [d4=4] [+5=5] (Apol) <Grith> (Body Adjustment, boosted twice to max) <Grith> |roll 3d12 <tafal> 18 | [3d12=18] (Grith) <Grith> (And that's below average!) <Grith> (regaining psi focus) <Grith> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 19 | [d20=4] [+15=15] (Grith) <Grith> (of course not) <Grith> (move requested) <Erias> (do you guys have some cool instant action refocus ability?) <Grith> (move action feat) <Grith> (Psionic Meditation) <Foster> (I still have to spend a move, yes) <Erias> (ah, I see. thanks.) <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (reloading() <Fordran> ) <Fordran> (so grith is still next to me, yes?) <Erias> (yes.) * Fordran realizes that Grith looks pretty bad, and the wand isn't gonna be good enough. * Fordran casts Cure Serious Wounds on Grith. <Grith> (oooh) <Fordran> |rol 3d8+8+6 <Fordran> |roll 3d8+8+6 <tafal> 31 | [3d8=17] [+8=8] [+6=6] (Fordran) <Grith> (Okay, that was overkill.) <Grith> (I should have metagamed more.) <Fordran> (hey, i don't know these things.) <Erias> (when a giant is at 1/3 health, you sorta figure... that's a lot of blood.) <Grith> (Fordran would have seen him suddenly look healthier.) <DM> Moving, or done? <Erias> (that roll was slightly above the 27-28 average, too) <Grith> (Though he was under 2/3, so healing is still good.) * Fordran then moves forward a little to stay in range of the others (requested). <Erias> (Erias is actually below max hp now) <Erias> (And going to be losing more rapidly) <DM> Bel'ena, tears streaming down her face, runs the length of the room. <DM> (Bel'ena) "You, Sam, out of my way!" <DM> Torenn runs behind a pillar and cowers. <DM> And wow, I'm out of Radiant Knights. * Sam considers not disobeying that order. <Foster> Lucidus? <DM> He goes on 16 <Foster> oh, right. <DM> He refocused, but has a -4 <DM> Erias, Fort save <DM> Apol, Will save <Erias> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 18 | [d20=3] [+15=15] (Erias) <Erias> (ow. I'm going to stick with that, though, I think. minor metagame, still some risk.) <DM> Do you, uh, have any more AP? <Apol> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 24 | [d20=19] [+5=5] (Apol) <DM> Apol, you feel a tingling behind your eyes, but it passes. <DM> Erias? <Erias> (er, sorry) <Erias> (Oh, I can use AP, too, can't I?) <Erias> (I was thinking of... other things) <Erias> (sure, AP) <Erias> |roll d6 <tafal> 1 | [d6=1] (Erias) <Erias> (hell.) <Erias> (so... am I disintegrated?) <DM> The lance of light makes your body feel like it's rending apart, but you hold together through force of will. <Erias> (hell yeah.) <DM> Sam, Fort save <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 20 | [d20=11] [+9=9] (Sam) <DM> |roll 3d6+13 <tafal> 23 | [3d6=10] [+13=13] (DM) <DM> The beam boils your blood, but doesn't kill you outright. * Sam crumples and withers in a heap. <DM> Oof. <DM> Hp? <Sam> (exact number? it's negative...) <DM> Not -10, I hope. <DM> Foster, Fort save <Foster> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 13 | [d20=5] [+8=8] (Foster) <Foster> Ap. <Fordran> (...yeah.) <Foster> |roll d6 <tafal> 2 | [d6=2] (Foster) <Foster> ; ; <Fordran> (make sure that ring is left behind for us to use, eh) <DM> Foster's skin rapidly turns ashen and solidifies. <Erias> (we can bring a PC back with a wish) <Erias> (hell.) <Fordran> (well i'm sure we can chip it outta there) <DM> (I'm giving him some last words) <Foster> "I'll see you in whatever hell you find yourself in, you glowy bastard!" <DM> |roll d2 <tafal> 2 | [d2=2] (DM) <Erias> (checking remaining abilities.) <DM> The amulet leaps off of Foster's chest as the beam connects. <Erias> (heh.) <DM> Ectoplasmic tendrils extend, looking exactly like Grith's Psicrystal <DM> Fordran, Will save <Grith> (Grah!) <Fordran> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 24 | [d20=13] [+11=11] (Fordran) <Fordran> (decent.) <Erias> (phew.) <DM> Again, the force attempts to surround you, but your faith is strong. <Erias> (go go all good saves) <Erias> (you and the monk have better base saves than anyone else) <DM> The Orb flies to the middle of the room. <Erias> (wow, you really did kinda run out of knights.) <DM> -> Sam <DM> Make a stabilize roll <Sam> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] (Sam) <Grith> (Welcome to Grith's line of charge, you glowing freak!) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (am I magical?) <DM> Everyone's magic is working. * Sam bleeds a little, somewhere out of his face. * Erias casts a spell. <Foster> The construct swats at the Orb as it flies by. <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 34 | [d20=19] [+15=15] (Foster) <Foster> (so close) <Grith> (heh) * Erias moves closer to the Orb but doesn't have time to close for a swing this round. <DM> Roll damage <Foster> |roll d8+11 <tafal> 12 | [d8=1] [+11=11] (Foster) <Fordran> (...) <Fordran> (well you hit.) <DM> God tafal. <DM> The Orb wobbles some more as it flies overhead. <Erias> (move requested) <Erias> (argh, shouldn't be in Bel-ena's way) <Fordran> (she can always bull rush you) <Erias> (I'll go for the other side if that's alright) <Erias> (re-requested) <Erias> (oh, you moved me. well, whatever is fine.) <DM> The spidery-crystal projects the ghostly form of Gray, the Gray you fought and slew. <DM> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 27 | [d20=16] [+11=11] (DM) <DM> |roll 12d10 <tafal> 71 | [12d10=71] (DM) <Fordran> (erm.) <DM> There is a squeal, and the Orb shudders and twitches. <DM> -> Vita <Vita> "Go back and burn in hell you glowing ball of *gnomish* gas!" <Grith> (Holy crap!) * Vita fires 3 arrows in rapid succession <Vita> (am I still in pain?) <DM> Yes. <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 30 | [d20=18] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 31 | [d20=19] [+12=12] (Vita) <Vita> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 14 | [d20=6] [+8=8] (Vita) <Fordran> (hells yeah.) <Vita> |roll 2d6+8 <tafal> 14 | [2d6=6] [+8=8] (Vita) <DM> Damage twice <Grith> (nice!) <Vita> (actually, average!) <Fordran> (a little less than) <Vita> (yeah, yeah, I know) <Vita> (done) <DM> Two of the arrows streak tightly into the center of the orb, and sizzling ichor splurts out from the Orb. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> Construct charges. <DM> oops <DM> Right. <Grith> (I meant the hitting twice. What's the crit range on those arrows? 20?) <Foster> |roll d20+17 <tafal> 26 | [d20=9] [+17=17] (Foster) <Fordran> (yeah) <Vita> (Yeah) <Grith> (curses) <DM> That's with charge right? <Foster> Yes. <Grith> (You people all need improved crit or something) <DM> The slam is deflected again. <DM> -> Apol. <Apol> move request. <DM> Apol sprays a cone of fire at the Orb from one of its wands <Apol> "*Vivex* ihk Foster. Iejir laraek." <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 25 | [d20=20] [+5=5] (DM) <DM> |roll 5d4 <tafal> 10 | [5d4=10] (DM) <DM> (5 fire damage) <DM> Lucidus tries to position himself again, without blocking Bel'ena. <DM> -> Grith <Grith> (Hustle) <Grith> (refocus) <DM> Ok. <DM> Roll it <Grith> (Wait, is there a bonus to skill checks on right now?) <DM> +1 from Prayer I think <Grith> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 35 | [d20=20] [+15=15] (Grith) <DM> Uh, yeah. <DM> You refocus. <Grith> (ARGH! That could've been my attack roll!) <Fordran> (heheh) <Grith> Charge + Psionic Weapon, plz. <Grith> (10' reach) <DM> Roll it <Grith> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 18 | [d20=3] [+15=15] (Grith) <Erias> (that is correct, +1 on skills as well as attack, damage (!), and saves (!)) <Grith> (Are you... ARGH!) <Erias> (I didn't know about the last two) <Foster> (god, tafal) <Grith> (Kill me now, tafal.) <DM> Any more AP? :P <Foster> (never lets us do anything cool) <Grith> (nope) <Erias> (I don't think AP would do it, anyway) <Grith> (I'll just be over here in the corner, crying.) <DM> Shara slices through the space where the Orb hovers, failing to connect with anything. <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> "...Sam!" <Fordran> (refreshing map) <Fordran> (cool, refreshing map) <DM> Yeah, Sam's bleeding out right now. * Fordran hustles over to Sam (requested) and lays down some Serious healing. <Fordran> |roll 3d8+8+6 <tafal> 28 | [3d8=14] [+8=8] [+6=6] (Fordran) <DM> How're you getting a Double move and a Standard? <Fordran> (eh? i moved 30') <DM> Oh. <DM> Sorry <DM> I was looking at Torenn. <DM> My bad. <DM> Sam is awake. * Sam grunts. <Sam> (weakly.) <Grith> (Should I be researching a new character for -this- game?) <DM> (Eternal Orb) *GURGLES ANGRILY* <DM> It fires three beams at the crystal. <Foster> (Hey, I'm having enough issues as it is) <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 13 | [d20=8] [+5=5] (DM) <DM> |roll 16d6 <tafal> 52 | [16d6=52] (DM) <Foster> (hot god on artifact beatdown!) <DM> Hm. Ok then. <Grith> (Is Foster turned to stone or dead?) <Foster> (Stone) <Erias> (stone) <Fordran> (hope it's a major artifact, because then he could piss off Yet Another God!) <Grith> (Well... then we just need someone who can cast stone to flesh, right? Or... does that not exist in 3.x...) <Foster> (I, uh, don't want to know what happens when that thing blows up, but it's not going to be good) <Foster> (Stone to flesh is a 6th level spell) <DM> Uh, as the crystal is disintegrated into a pile of dust, Gray's face contorts in agony <Fordran> (what radius is this 'not good' i wonder) <DM> (Gray) "Nooooo--" <DM> The ectoplasmic figure fades away. <Grith> (We do have the Gray to help us.) <Erias> (break enchantment is lower level) <Fordran> (well, one less gray.) <DM> It fires a beam at Fordran <DM> Fort save <Fordran> (so much angry!) <Fordran> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] (Fordran) <Fordran> ap. <Fordran> |roll d6 <tafal> 3 | [d6=3] (Fordran) <Erias> (mrr :( ) <Foster> (Break enchantment is "chance of fixing". Stone to flesh is certain) <Erias> (true.) <Fordran> (i hate you, tafal) <DM> Fordran's heart stops. * Fordran reaches for his PHB. <DM> Will save Sam. <Foster> (It's just going to be the Construct at the end of this, I know it. :P) <Sam> (prayer?) <Grith> (Is there a feat that lets you trade AC for attack bonus? Reckless Offense or something?) <DM> (+1 save) <Erias> (...gnah.) <Sam> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 27 | [d20=14] [+13=13] (Sam) <DM> You shake off the feeling. <Fordran> (woot, i got my character killed before colin! i win!) <DM> Erias, Will save <Erias> (wow, we're really fucked.) <Foster> (Noooo kidding) <Erias> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 31 | [d20=15] [+16=16] (Erias) <Vita> (no, it'll be the construct and Pup) <Fordran> (someone else die, so i can roll a !cleric) <Foster> (hiiii~) <Grith> (Ha ha ha.) <DM> You have the sudden, fairly transparently artifical urge to befriend the Orb, but your will, your sorrow, and your righteous anger destroys any such possibility. <Erias> (all kinds of no) <DM> Bel'ena fires twice <DM> |roll d20|6 <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> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 24 | [d20=18] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 12 | [d20=6] [+6=6] (DM) <DM> Neither arrow seems to affect the Orb. <DM> Torenn continues to cower. <DM> -> Sam <Erias> (1 AP left. No pp, no lay on hands, no temporary hp, not psionically focused, used true believer, 1 spell left, and a few turn undeads.) <Grith> (You go, boy!) <Grith> (I have 9 PP!) <Erias> (I'm not complaining -- I'm still alive) <Sam> (move requested) <Erias> (but I'm pretty much out of tricks. last one's coming up.) <DM> Moved * Sam gets up and trudges back in with a vicious sneer. <Vita> (At least you have tricks. My tricks involve shooting arrows, then shooting some more arrows) <Sam> (but that's probably all I can do) <Grith> (Hey... that's a good trick. Range is good.P) <Grith> ( -P _ <Grith> ) <DM> -> Erias <Grith> (Still getting used to this laptop keyboard.) <Erias> (still have magic, and it hasn't moved?) <DM> Still have magic, it didn't move, unaccountably. <Erias> Attacking, may use AP <Grith> (Can I 5' step, move-action, attack in one round?) <Erias> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 28 | [d20=14] [+14=14] (Erias) <Erias> (no AP) <DM> Hit. <DM> Roll damage <DM> Grith: Yes, as long as the Move action isn't really movement <DM> 5' only if you haven't moved at all <Erias> |roll d8+3+2+2+5d6 <tafal> 30 | [d8=3] [+3=3] [+2=2] [+2=2] [+5d6=20] (Erias) <Grith> (Good, good. Do we get flanking on this thing?) * Erias shudders in pain as he strikes. <Grith> (I mean, I'm going to move Grith as if he does anyways, but just so I can pre-calculate my bonuses...) <DM> There is a sickening crunch as Erias' macehead squelches into something soft and fleshy inside the ball of fire. <Fordran> (hexblade... alignment, any nongood...) <DM> The flame flickers and dissipates as the bloodied and bloated corpse floats gently to the floor. <Grith> (Colin! Geordan's getting ideas! Naughty, naughty ideas! </whine>) <Erias> (Don't worry, Fordran's not gone yet. Pelor has other plans.) <Grith> (Go Erias!) <DM> The large, central eye of the thing is ruptured by Erias' macehead <Sam> (JFmEC?) <DM> Several small, tentacular stalks, tipped with an eyeball each, lie limply around the thing's body. <Fordran> (eww!) <DM> You see the resemblance, kind of, to the Church's symbol. <DM> The spherical orb, with extending rays. * Erias is too tired to exhibit animated shock. "...yeah." <Grith> (Are we still in combat rounds?) <DM> (No.) <Foster> "..." * Grith would like to split the thing in half... then chop off the tentacles. <Fordran> "..." * Erias looks around at the battlefield. * Vita , her adrenaline spent, collapses in a heap of pain and sadness * Grith looks grimly determined, saying nothing. * Vita says "Pup?" * Apol lands near the bloody mess and sniffs at it. * Erias checks the casualties mechanically, face grimly set. <DM> Pup comes running <DM> Apol: It smells charred, and vaguely greasy. <Erias> (oh, actually) * Vita hugs Pup tightly, hiding her face * Apol takes a bite. <Vita> *Pup licks Vita's slightly charred head gently * Erias will approach Torenn if he is still cowering... assuming he doesn't flee. * Grith wipes Shara off on the altar cloth, if it has one, or the nearest non-clothing cloth. * Grith walks over to the altar... then tries to sunder it. <Foster> Shortly after the Orb dies, the construct dissipates into wisps of ectoplasm. * Vita will pretty much remain like that unless the nerve-wracking pain thing wears off <Erias> (you've got a while.) * Sam examines Fordran, and doesn't like what he sees. <DM> Torenn whimpers. <Grith> (Can Grith split the altar in two with Shara?) * Erias will cast a (touch) spell on Torenn, if feasible. <Vita> (well, or until someone actually tries to interact with her, but I assume there are other issues to be dealt with first) <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 5 | [d20=1] [+4=4] (DM) * Erias hasn't reached a point where he will wind down enough to react to emotional or physical trauma. Other immediate issues first. <Erias> (sigh.) * Erias watches Torenn's eyes. <DM> After awhile, he calms down * Grith attacks the altar whether he can actually break it or not, raising Shara over his head then bringing it down with all his might over and over again. <DM> Then breaks down and sobs. * Grith will do this either until the altar breaks or about two minutes pass. <DM> The altar splits and cracks. * Erias puts a hand on Torenn's shoulder briefly, then walks back and continues assessing the damage. * Grith stares down at it, then walks over to Fordran and begins arranging his body and possessions into a more peaceful pose. <DM> Lucidus checks Fordran for awhile, then closes Fordran's eyes. * Grith does this after Lucidus checks Fordran. <DM> Lucidus sighs. <Erias> (Some part of this will involve inspecting the Foster statue; does the statue still have the ring?) <DM> Yes. <Erias> (I will take the ring from the statue.) <DM> Ok. * Grith studies Lucidus, "What... what was that... thing?" He spits out the word "thing" like a mouthful of rancid meat. <DM> Apol, Int roll <Erias> (If that's not feasible without significant damage, I won't do it yet.) <Apol> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 11 | [d20=8] [+3=3] (Apol) <DM> Do it again. * Sam sits and meditates as best he can. (It requires visible effort.) <Erias> (I'm going to assume that Erias knows what the ring is and what it does, unless someone tells me otherwise.) <DM> (Colin: Sure) <Apol> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 14 | [d20=11] [+3=3] (Apol) <Foster> (no reason for you not to) <DM> Apol has an inscrutably draconic expression. <Erias> (Sorry, Foster, but we have a better chance of getting you back than we do for Fordran.) <Foster> ('s okay, I have a Backup Plan) <Foster> (And it's named Apol~) * Foster brainwaves at the dragon. * Erias approaches Fordran and kneels in front of him. (Given my spot score, I probably haven't noticed Apol's expression.) <Apol> "Oh. I need a sword." <Apol> "Gray!" <Apol> "I need that sword." * Erias pauses. <Erias> (Am I still holding that sword for Apol?) * Grith crouches over Fordran for a while, ignoring the commotion around him. Eventually, he stands and makes his way over to pup and Vita to sit next to her, back to his usual size and lacking the animal features. <DM> Er, probably. <Foster> (Different sword, in any case) <Erias> (Oh.) <Foster> (Though there is no reason for Erias to assume this, given that he was not present at Foster and Apol have Magic Item Funtime) <Erias> "Fordran, I don't know if this is right, so I hope you'll forgive me." <Vita> *Pup sniffs at and licks Grith briefly, then goes back to Vita <Fordran> (what's the worst that could happen? that i come back as a malevolent shade, seeking to enact vengeance upon you?) * Vita moves closer to Grith, but doesn't say anything <Fordran> (i mean, sure, no prob. go ahead dude) <DM> (It'll be like Buffy!) * Grith scratches behind pup's ears, studies Vita, then asks in a relatively quiet voice, "Are you okay?" <Apol> "I need the short sword." *describes the dual short swords in leather scabbards in such detail that only a dragon could* * Erias grips the ring on his finger with his other hand. "I wish that, if Pelor is willing, Fordran be fully returned to life and health." (flavortext for: resurrect if that's allowed, raise dead, whatever the best thing wishable is.) * Vita pauses for a second, looks around <Foster> (Revive the dead. A wish can bring a dead creature back to life by duplicating a resurrection spell. A wish can revive a dead creature whose body has been destroyed, but the task takes two wishes, one to recreate the body and another to infuse the body with life again. A wish cannot prevent a character who was brought back to life from losing an experience level.) <Erias> (I'm sorry about the level.) * Vita says at the ground, voice slightly wavering, "Well... comparatively." <Grith> (low int, low cha, 0 ranks dipolmacy...) <DM> Apol, there is a brief shimmer, then the shortsword appears on the ground next to you. <Apol> "Thanks!" * Apol grabs the sword and flies to Foster. * Grith 's frown deepens, but he just nods and sits there with her in silence. * Apol was listening to Erias. <Erias> (heh. awesome.) <Erias> (luckblade ftw!) * Sam ultimately fails at this meditation thing, and does what he can to not exude obvious emotion. <Foster> (yes. :P) * Vita sits with Grith, petting Pup repetitively * Apol looks at Erias and then looks at Foster. <Grith> (Whatsa luckblade?) * Erias finally sinks completely to the ground and watches the others, exhausted. <Foster> "..." <Apol> "I wish that, if Foster is willing, Foster be fully returned to life and health." * Erias particularly watches Apol, because -- * Apol shakes the sword hard. <Grith> (Ha ha ha! Apol rules.) * Vita blinks for a second as she realizes that people are busy trying to raise the dead <DM> Foster's flesh softens and begins to turn back to a skintone <Erias> (...what's neck romance?) <Apol> "Hi!" <Grith> (Neck... romance?) <Foster> "Ow. I feel a little stiff." <Erias> (necromancy) <Foster> "Thanks for the save, Apol." * Grith , watching Vita, notices her attention, and twists to look... * Sam blinks. <Foster> "I, uh, assume we won?" * Erias stares at Apol and Foster. * Grith gapes. <Erias> "How... " * Fordran stirs. <Vita> "Um, well, welcome back Foster. That's some sword." <DM> Erias, you have the strange sensation of balance scales. <Erias> "Another item. I'm glad you spent all that time --" * Grith quickly snaps his mouth shut, but still looks a little startled and... relieved. * Erias turns back to Fordran. * Fordran has a really, really blank look. * Sam blinks. Again. <DM> Fordran's body is sheathed in a glowing light. <DM> It begins to lift into the air in the aura... <Fordran> (excuse me while i do a LOT of bookkeeping) * Vita whips her head around to the glow and then rubs her neck as she does it a little too fast * Apol looks at Foster and grins, "Iejir laraek." <Foster> "Definitely a good find on Apol's part, that sword was." <DM> In moments, he lands on his feet, hale and hearty as ever. * Grith snaps his head around to gape, again, at Fordran's glowing body. He leaps to his feet. <Apol> "Hi, Fordran!" <DM> Erias, as Fordran lands, the final ruby in the ring shatters to dust <Grith> "Fordran!" * Sam blatantly and obviously stares at Fordran, in a manner that might be considered rude by civilized standards. * Foster waves weakly to Fordran. * Erias looks at the ring blankly. <Vita> "Um.. wow." * Erias looks back up at Fordran. * Foster finds a chair to sit down in. <DM> There's uh * Apol walks about the bloody lump in the middle of the room and continues to eat. <DM> A table, a table with flasks on it, and some corpses to sit on. * Fordran stands, blank expression. His expression focuses a little. <Erias> "Fordran... Foster." <Grith> Barring interferene, Grith charges over to Fordran and picks him up in a bear hug. A, uh... manly bear hug. <Erias> "We won." * Fordran takes a breath. <Foster> Oh. Well then. <DM> Bel'ena is sobbing over Yawin's ashes, scooping them into her sack. <Grith> (interference) * Fordran looks around. <Foster> "Oh. Good. Uh. How are the others?" <Erias> (and I feel like a dick for not resurrecting Yawin.) * Fordran sees Bel'ena. <Erias> "Uh... can that sword..." * Erias is looking toward Bel'ena. <DM> Lucidus smiles to see Fordran and Foster, but keeps sighing and shaking his head. <Vita> (wouldn't that require two wishes, since he's dust?) <Fordran> "Y... Yawin..." <Erias> (yes) * Fordran looks as if he's lost something. <Fordran> "I forgot to ask Pelor..." * Foster slumps down against a column. * Vita moves over to Lucidus and quietly says "My heart is pained over your loss." <Vita> (losses) <DM> He smiles down at you. * Grith doesn't manly bear hug Fordran. * Foster pulls out a notebook and starts jotting things down in it. <DM> (Lucidus) "Thank you, Vita. They died serving Pelor. Died well." <Erias> "I'm sorry, Lightbringer. That was..." * Fordran kneels down, closes his eyes. Prays. * Vita nods. "They did." <Fordran> (oh, my saves... my precious saves, why must you go down) <DM> (Well, now you're on the Fast Track XP schedule) <Fordran> (oh, my charisma, why must you go down) <Fordran> (; ;) <DM> (Along with Apol and Grith) <Foster> (Those of you reading over my shoulder and literate in draconic may note that the note being written is "BEING PETRIFIED SUCKS. DON'T DO IT AGAIN.") <DM> (hee) <Fordran> (god, level loss sucks. at least the level was recent so i know what to undo) <Fordran> (...i think) <Fordran> (um, i swapped out a spell at 8th level. i guess i get it unswapped) <DM> (Just leave it swapped) <DM> (Just save this current version for when you level up again) <Grith> (I wonder if this encounter will give me enough for another level.) <DM> (This is going to be... a lot of xp) <Foster> (I wouldn't put it out of the question) <Foster> (the Orb alone was at least CR13) <Fordran> (i actually wrote down what i swapped out, so i can totally undo it) <Grith> (Oh. Well, I only need 567.) <Erias> (actually, one wish would resurrect Yawin, I believe) <Grith> (563) <Fordran> (and i will, because i lose restoration, and i want lesser resto back, damnit) <DM> (Fordran, ok) <Erias> (from both an out-of-game minmax perspective, and from a good story / plot perspective, leaving him dead makes sense) <Grith> (but does it make sense from an RP perspective?) <Erias> (but I'm not sure whether -- yeah.) <Grith> ( :) ) <DM> (You're assuming there are any more wishes) <Foster> (Doesn't really matter. We're out of wishes. :P) <Erias> "Foster, can that sword still be used?" <Grith> (We have money. I'm sure we could find a wizard...) <Foster> "Apol would know better than I." * Erias turns toward Apol. <Apol> "I can try." <Erias> (I really need to crash soon.) * Apol flies to Bel'ena, "May I?" <Fordran> (i assume i am reset to 24,500 xp?) <Erias> "If we can... " <DM> (I forget what the death xp toll is, but whatever that is) <DM> (Bel'ena) "What will you do?" <Foster> (halfway point, I think) <Erias> "Lightbringer, I don't know the best choice here." <Apol> "Wish for him back." <Fordran> (right, that's halfway between 21k and 28k) <Apol> "If I can.." <DM> She looks down, looks over at Jaim. <Erias> ("The victim’s experience point total is immediately set to the midpoint of the previous level.") <DM> (Bel'ena) "I... I cannot decide. It is not my place." <Erias> (From "Level Loss" in abilities and conditions.) <DM> She walks over to a pillar, turns away from the rest of you. * Apol looks at Erias and Foster. <Fordran> (ow, i lost 4k experience) * Foster shrugs stiffly. <Apol> "Which one first?" <Grith> (You're actually still a level above Grith.) * Erias looks at Lucidus. <Fordran> (yeah, let's compare ECLs then) <Erias> "Yawin. Unless Lucidus says otherwise." <Grith> (Heh.) <Grith> (Half-Giants are only +1) <Fordran> (guess what mine is!) <Fordran> (here's a hint, it rhymes with 'hero') <Grith> (Fordran is -my- hero~) <DM> (Lucidus) "I think the Radiant Servants know how to remove petrification." * Fordran silently prays for the soul of Yawin. * Apol nods. * Foster has a sudden realization, and sits up a bit. <Foster> "What happened to the amulet?" * Grith walks back to the stairs, Shara drawn, and stands guard. * Apol shakes the sword, "I wish that, if Yawin is willing, Yawin be fully returned to *life* and health." <Erias> "The amulet turned into Gray. The first Gray. Hurt the orb, then the orb killed him." <DM> Nothing happens. <DM> Bel'ena turns and watches silently. * Erias lowers his head. <Foster> "Huh. I knew it was an object of vast power, but that was a bit more than I expected it." * Apol looks down at the sword and shakes it again while repeating the wish. * Vita bows her head in silence <Foster> "I suspect that Yawin is currently enjoying whatever paradise awaits Pelor's faithful beyond death's curtain. He's certainly earned a place there." <DM> (Bel'ena) "... Thank you for trying. I will take his remains with me." * Apol nods to Bel'ena. * Apol pulls out the monocle and looks at the sword. * Fordran says quietly, "He's in a better place." <DM> (Bel'ena) "Lord Kryschar, I ask for a leave of absence." <DM> He nods silently. <DM> She tucks the sack away. * Fordran opens his eyes, stands up. "Who is injured?" <DM> She walks upstairs. <Foster> "Only my pride." <DM> The other two squads come rushing down the stairs shortly after * Erias looks slightly, oddly dessicated. * Foster fails to keep a straight face. <Fordran> "Erias? Vita? Sam?" <Erias> "I'll be fine." <Vita> (am I still in massive nerve pain?) <Sam> "Somewhat." <Erias> (43 / 56; temp hp helped) * Grith gets ready to attack the people rushing down the stairs... until he sees who it is. He then resumes standing at the foot of them, Shara's tip in the ground, his hands resting on the cross-guard. <DM> (Vita, 1 hour from moment it started) * Fordran walks over to Sam, picking up the wand that he dropped while getting killed. * Sam is probably understating, given that he hasn't cleaned up his bloodied face. * Fordran shpings Sam. <Vita> "Um... yeah... I think I can deal with it myself tho" <DM> Karl and Ordul heft Jaim carefully, and begin walking the statue up the stairs. * Erias retrieves the shield. (Not _his_ shield, since magic items have not officially been distributed.) <Fordran> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 11 | [d8=8] [+3=3] (Fordran) * Apol looks around the room with the monocle. * Vita takes out the wand that she's had on her the whole adventure but hasn't used yet <Fordran> "How's that, Sam?" * Vita shpings herself <Vita> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 7 | [d8=4] [+3=3] (Vita) <Sam> "A bit better, yes." * Sam tests his shoulders. <Fordran> "Sir Kryschar, do any of your people require healing?" * Vita grimaces and says under her breath "Damn, didn't take away the searing agony" <DM> (Lucidus) "Hm? No, those that survived are unscathed, surprisingly." <Erias> (I need to go to sleep, but I will participate in any cleanup efforts / searching of the temple / whatever.) * Fordran nods grimly. * Fordran puts the wand away. <Foster> "It's possible that I may be able to help with that, Vita." <Erias> "Milord, let me know if I can be of assistance in whatever is next required here." <DM> Lucidus nods quietly. <Vita> "That... that would be delightful." * Foster dispels Vita. <Erias> (barring requests, Erias sits against a pillar or nearby wall, and rests.) <Vita> (Vita disappears in a glimmer of...) <Erias> (take care, all. thanks for gaming.) <DM> (Lucidus) "You and your men go back to the inn and rest. We'll clean up here. The worst is past." <Foster> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 24 | [d20=10] [+14=14] (Foster) <Grith> (good night, Colin!) <Fordran> (night, colin) <Foster> (Later) <Erias> (good night :) . and yes, we return to the Inn, I assume. or to the Grays'. up to you guys.) <Vita> (night) * Erias has quit IRC (Quit: HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <- State of the art IRC) <Foster> (probably the Gray Complex) <Grith> (Grith has no preference.) <Apol> (Gray Complex) <DM> Okay, we'll stop here. I'll log stuff. <Vita> (I'm pretty tired myself) <Fordran> "I am sorry for your loss, Sir Kryschar. But I know that Pelor's light will guide Yawin to his reward." <DM> I'll hand out xp tomorrow <DM> (Lucidus) "Thank you, Fordran. I'm sure his soul has finally found peace." <Grith> (Randolph, can I assume that the Gray's are able to remove the negative energy level when Grith asks?) <DM> (Pretty sure Fordran can. Not sure if any Psi powers do it) <Fordran> (i cannot) <Foster> (They previously had potions of Restoration sitting around) <DM> How much to level now, Fordran? <Fordran> (...not anymore, i mean) <DM> Ah, yes. <DM> Then probably. <Fordran> (halfway to 8) <Grith> (Oh, good.) <Fordran> (shoulda asked for that resto when i could have cast it!) <Foster> So. That went about as well as I expected it would. <Foster> We all managed to end up standing in the aftermath. <Fordran> we didn't have to be, but i elected to bring Fordran back. <Foster> well, yeah <Sam> yow. <Grith> ( <Grith> (Yeah, yeah. Grith seems to have sort of a martyr complex. I'll be smarter about it if it happens again.) * Foster feels bad for the NPCs, but most of them were totally out of their league, and Yawin has been doomed for months. :p <Grith> Yawin was so interesting, though... <Apol> I do feel bad about Yawin <Apol> 2 wishes and he'd be back to normal <Grith> I have to wonder what the other mooks' levels were, but Yawing I would still like to have seen more of. <Sam> thaks for game, y'all. <Sam> er, thanks. <Grith> At least Grith got the satisfaction of bisecting Mozwell. <Grith> Night, Tony. * Grith is now known as Devo <Sam> night night. <Foster> indeed. tonight was good. * Foster feels accomplished. <Devo> Tonight was not good for Grith. Whiff, unconsious, heal, hustle+wiff+wasted psionic weapon... <Devo> Though sundering that altar felt gooooood. * Fordran feels like less of a man. <DM> Heh. Oy. * Vita feels small... but that's normal <Devo> Hey, Vita did damage! * Apol feels disjointed. <Foster> Eh. Foster's day was "waste 9 PP with an interrupted manifestation", "waste a turn running across the room", "deal damage to self in order to get off a power", "get petrified". <Fordran> my day was "lose 4th level spells". <Devo> So Foster and Grith had their big days last session... and their -really bad- days today. <Foster> Somehow, I think that'll shake itself out. <Devo> Well, and save Sam's life. <Foster> Arc completion XP, after all, is awesome~ <Devo> Ooh, we get bonus XP for RP etc now, eh? <Foster> we've always gotten bonus XP for RP. <Devo> I somehow doubt I'll make level 9, though... <Devo> Oh, every session? * Foster has, unfortunately, been off of his game in that respect the past couple weeks. <Devo> Hmm. It'd be nice to know how much, so we can either keep doing it right, or work on improving. <Devo> It's been pretty combat intensive. <Devo> It's hard to get much RP in when that happens. <Foster> Eh. That rarely keeps me from mouthing off to the bad guys. <Devo> Heh. <Apol> ... Apol's day was "get over nausea," "miss with the slow breath weapon," "miss with the burning hands wand," "not remember about special weaponry." <Devo> Erias did almost all of the damage to the orb, didn't he? <Devo> Or did the NPC's get some good whacks in? Constructs?