Session Seven Two

Arothir: It’s starting to feel like home
Shenvallei: rest/meditate/memorize
Arothir: Which creeps yo out
Arothir: :P
Arothir: YOU REST
  • Alusair tosses her cloak on the ground and slumps down against the wall, waiting for Shen. *
    Arothir: Jess starts complaining about being hungry
  • Alusair shrugs, “Nothing I can do, I’m afraid.” *
    Arothir: She grumps.
    Shenvallei: “Oh here I hadnt realized you didnt bring food.” I offer food to everyone.
    Arothir: Van passes it over, munching on…what you could swear was a sandwich from a brown sack, with the crusts cut off.
    Arothir: You eat
    Arothir: It’s tasty
    Arothir: For food, anyway
    Arothir: You’re used to gormet food
    Arothir: You’re spoiled
    Arothir: :P
    Shenvallei: Who is spoiled?
    Arothir: What do you do?
    Alusair: meh
    Arothir: Both of you
    Arothir: You’ve been eating at that inn
    Shenvallei: True.
    Shenvallei: Indeed.
    Alusair: eat, let Shen rest
    Alusair: then move back to the BLOOOOOOOOOOOD room
    Shenvallei: memorize then rememorize. Total time 2 hours
    Alusair: “To the left, and the wings.. or straight ahead?”
    Arothir: You do
    Shenvallei: “Lets see if those wings belong to more Vargouiles.
    Shenvallei: “
    Alusair: “Left first, then?”
    Shenvallei: “Aye.”
  • Alusair draws weapon, glances at Van. *
    Alusair: “You want to get the door, or should I?”
    Arothir: “You might want to. I want a crack at those flying assholes..”
    Alusair: “Right, here goes.”
    Arothir: He steps back from the door and braces himself for a running start
    Alusair: Open the door!
    Arothir: YOU OPEN THE DOOR
    Arothir: And…well…you see Van almost start
    Arothir: Then he stops
    Arothir: You see…well…a mirror hallway of the other, really…but…
    Arothir: That’s not water
    Arothir: That’s a collapsed floor
    Alusair: so.. theres a pit?
    Arothir: Yes
    Arothir: On the other side of the pit
    Arothir: Is…well…quite a few Vargouilles….
    Arothir: But…they’re smaller than normal.
    Arothir: They start flapping furiously towards you
    Arothir: INITIATIVES!
    Alusair: ...
    Alusair: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [11,2] = (13)
    Shenvallei: [1d20+4<!- Official Roll ->] => [6,4] = (10)
    Alusair: Answer back at them, in another traditional gnomish greeting
    Official Roll—>] => [19,1] = (20) Charlie
    Arothir: They cover half the distance across the pit
    Arothir: ALUSAIR!
    Alusair: Hold action until they’re in range.
    Arothir: You hold action…
    Arothir: Shen
    Arothir: ?
    Shenvallei: Do I know if these creatures are immune to sleep?
    Arothir: They might not be.
    Arothir: Most probably aren’t.
    Shenvallei: ok sorry had a phone call.
    Shenvallei: How many creatures total are flying at us?
    Arothir: Probably ten
    Shenvallei: well… magic missile 2 seperate targets.
    Shenvallei: [1d4+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,1] = (2)
    Arothir: YOU DO!
    Shenvallei: [1d4+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,1] = (4)
    Arothir: The second one struck plummets into the pit with a whistling sound.
    Arothir: The other loses altitude, but keeps coming
    Arothir: Van, having re-evaluated the distance, runs and leaps from the edge of the cave, slicing one of the Vargouilles in half, then pushing off another one to go sailing to the other side.
    Arothir: 8 Remaining.
    Arothir: 6 close to combat with you two.
    Arothir: Al?
    Alusair: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [5,6] = (11)
    Arothir: YOU HIT!
    Alusair: [1d10+6+3+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [2,6,3,6] = (17)
    Arothir: 5 remaining in combat with you.
    Arothir: Shen?
    Shenvallei: ok magic missile again targeting the one I previously hit and one in the back.
    Shenvallei: [1d4+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [2,1] = (3) on wounded one
    Shenvallei: [1d4+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,1] = (4) on fresh one in back
    Arothir: Two of them drop.
    Shenvallei: woot
    Arothir: 3 more remain.
    Arothir: Van swings at one and misses.
    Arothir: One of them bites Van and yelps.
    Arothir: And Van yelps, rather
    Arothir: They try to bite you two and Jess
    Arothir: but miss
    Shenvallei: Need to get her a crossbow or something.
    Arothir: lol
    Arothir: Alusair?
    Alusair: [1d20+9<!- Official Roll ->] => [12,9] = (21)
    Alusair: [1d10+6+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,6,3] = (12)
    Arothir: Another one, split in half
    Arothir: Two more.
    Arothir: Shen?
    Shenvallei: Fire my bow at one remaining. Carefully draw my bow and fire. [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [18,5] = (23)
    Arothir: Hit!
    Shenvallei: [1d6<!- Official Roll ->] => [1] = (1)
    Arothir: Unfortunately, your shot is largely ineffective, but Jess steps in and slashes one of it’s wings off, so it flops around on the ground rather uselessly.
    Arothir: You see across the way, van has one opponent left.
    Shenvallei: nice
    Arothir: Alusair, the last one on you bites your sword
    Alusair: o.0
    Arothir: Your go.
    Alusair: [1d20+9<!- Official Roll ->] => [4,9] = (13)
    Alusair: [1d10+6+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,6,3] = (12)
    Arothir: You bash it against the wall, where the jaw seperates from the wings, and both fall useless to the floor.
    Arothir: Shen?
    Shenvallei: how many left?
    Arothir: One, on Van
    Shenvallei: Loose another arrow. [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [14,5] = (19)
    Shenvallei: [1d6<!- Official Roll ->] => [4] = (4)
    Arothir: You pin it to the back wall.
    Shenvallei: “Hah!”
    Arothir: You now notice, next to Van, is…a statue of a giant harpy.
    Shenvallei: Search for traps and look at the statue.
    Arothir: Roll the search!
    Shenvallei: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [7,6] = (13)
    Arothir: You uncover no traps up until the pit
    Arothir: Then your trap sensor goes off
    Arothir: As, well, the pit is kind of a trap.
    Arothir: :p
    Alusair: Go down into the pit, carefully
    Alusair: and head across to the far side
    Shenvallei: Follow.
    Arothir: You manage to climb down into the pit
    Arothir: Avoiding the few remaining spikes that aren’t covered by Vargouille/human bodies sans heads
    Arothir: And Van assists you up the other side
    Shenvallei: “I hope theres nothing down here. I once read a story of a man who fell in a pit filled with green slime.”
    Arothir: Van: I want to know what happened next?
    Alusair: “Probably not.”
    Alusair: look around
    Arothir: Behind the statue there’s some sort of altar/birdbath
    Arothir: Filled with 43 gold coins, 3 Silver, and 1 Platinum
    Arothir: There are also 7 jars spaced about
    Shenvallei: Ill gather them up.
    Shenvallei: Can you put on the map where the harpy statue is.
    Arothir: There you go
    Arothir: That’s what this one looks like
    Shenvallei: ok
    Shenvallei: and the jars circle the statue?
    Arothir: This coffin looks roughly the same size as the other one…probably bigger.
    Arothir: Yes, they do
    Shenvallei: Empty them on the ground.
    Arothir: most of them contain Rice…
    Arothir: But one…contains fire.
    Arothir: INITIATIVES
    Alusair: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [10,2] = (12)
    Shenvallei: fire? [1d20+4<!- Official Roll ->] => [19,4] = (23)
    Arothir: Yes…out of the jar tumbles a very pissed off, flaming imp.
    Arothir: it has rather tattered wings, and there’s a flame about a foot tall shooting off it’s head
    Arothir: Shen!
    Alusair: ”...”
    Shenvallei: “You are free my friend, go and burn the gnomes who trapped you here!”
    Arothir: It cocks its head and looks at you curiously.
    Arothir: You take no other action?
    Shenvallei: nope I stand unthreateningly.
    Arothir: The little critter belches forth a wall of flame at you.
    Arothir: Reflex saves! [1d8<!- Official Roll ->] => [5] = (5)
    Shenvallei: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [4,5] = (9)
    Arothir: Alusair, used to Shen opening strange things, dives out of the way, and manages only to singe a boot. Shen, you’re still standing there, smoldering and slightly bewildered.
    Arothir: Jess lets out a mighty screech…Con check.
    Alusair: ...
    Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [9] = (9)
    Alusair: oh lord
    Shenvallei: me too?
    Arothir: Yep
    Arothir: Everyone within earshot.
    Shenvallei: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [19,2] = (21)
    Arothir: Shen, your brain manages to shut your ears down until the scream is over… Van falls to the ground clutching bleeding ears, and Alusair, your head is ringing quite a bit… -2 to Listen checks for an hour.
    Alusair: eeeeesh
    Alusair: next?
    Arothir: Alusair
    Arothir: Your go
    Alusair: Wall of fire, or just a kerboom?
    Arothir: Just a kerboom.
    Alusair: ah, k
    Alusair: Charge the imp
    Alusair: [1d20+9<!- Official Roll ->] => [6,9] = (15)
    Alusair: [1d10+6+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [2,6,3] = (11) if it hits
    Arothir: it hits.
    Arothir: The imp dissapears in a gust of flame
    Arothir: Most of the rice is scorched.
    Alusair: ”...”
    Shenvallei: Turn and look at Jess. Is she ok?
    Arothir: Uh…
    Arothir: Okay…
    Arothir: Not really….
    Arothir: Half of her usually long, flowing, beautiful hair…
    Arothir: Normally nice, soft, bouncy….
    Arothir: Is now crisp and charred…
    Arothir: She looks ready to…well…murder something.
    Shenvallei: The fire hit her?
    Shenvallei: I guess so.
  • Alusair timidly approaches Jess, darts in after muttering a prayer to touch her, then backs up before she decides to hit the closest thing. *
    Arothir: Your touch makes her feel better…but…also knocks some of the hair off..
    Alusair: “ahhhhh shite.”
    Shenvallei: “Oops. I will try to be more careful.”
    Arothir: Jess glares at you, Shen, and also Alusair, then goes and sulks.
    Shenvallei: I look at Alusair and shrug.
    Shenvallei: “I need to be more careful.”
  • Alusair decides this may not be the best time to interfere, and instead crouches near a wall and leans back into it. “A bit, aye.” *
    Shenvallei: I turn and head wouth.
    Shenvallei: South.
    Arothir: You head Wouth…
    Arothir: To your right
    Arothir: There is a bunch of pots surrounding an ornate vase, which sits on a pedastal.
    Arothir: To your left, a collapsed statue, along with a decrepit wall.
    Arothir: Ahead, a long hallway
    Shenvallei: Ill search the statue and wall.
    Arothir: The wall…you place your hand on it…and it collapses forward
    Arothir: Into the entry hallway
    Shenvallei: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [19,6] = (25)
    Arothir: The statue looks like it used to be of a man holding an infant
  • Alusair stays perched against the wall, watching Jess. *
    Shenvallei: “Hmm. More statues.”
    Arothir: She’s fuming, following Shen
    Alusair: Follow, somewhat nervously
    Shenvallei: Ill ignore the pots.
    Shenvallei: And go straight for the vase.
    Shenvallei: Searching for traps.
    Shenvallei: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,6] = (7)
    Arothir: You Spot…what looks like…spider webbing surrounding the lid.
    Shenvallei: Ill circle behind it.
    Arothir: You do!
    Shenvallei: “Stand back all.”
    Shenvallei: “Im going to kick it forward off the pedestal!”
    Arothir: Jess stands as far back as she is able.
    Alusair: “Towards.. us.. right.”
    Shenvallei: “Right.”
  • Alusair pushes off from the wall and gets between Jess and the vase. *
    Shenvallei: I raise my foot and get ready to kick it forward.
    Shenvallei: “Ready?”
    Alusair: “No, but you’ll do it anyway.”
    Alusair: brb.
    Arothir: You kick it over?
    Shenvallei: “Hey Van,”
    Arothir: Van: Yeah?
    Shenvallei: “You dont suppose there is a pressure plate underneath this do you?”
    Arothir: He looks at it
    Arothir: Van: ...I haven’t any clue.
    Arothir: Brb afk…phone call.
    Shenvallei: np xfire me when you get back
    Alusair: la…
    Arothir: gonna be a bit longer, sorry
    (20737) the reaper (enter): 00:55
    (20737) the reaper: <font>hello can i ask a ?
    (20737) the reaper: Disconnecting from server…
    (20737) the reaper (exit): 00:56
    Shenvallei: im here just sporadic afk doing laundry.
    Arothir: Kay
    Arothir: Back.
    Alusair: lo
    Arothir: Hey
    Arothir: sorry about that
    Shenvallei: heya
    Arothir: Hey
    Arothir: Sorry about the uafk
    Arothir: Phonecall -> Debilitating Headache -> Food being put on
    Shenvallei: its alright I got a load of laundry and some cookies.
    Arothir: ...bastard
    Arothir: WHERE WERE WE
    Arothir: Ah yes
    Alusair: its fine
    Shenvallei: I kick the vase off the pedestal into the hallway!
    Arothir: Van: I mean, it could be booby trapped…I’m not realy in a position to be making such assertions. I read a book once where there was a trap like that, and it cut off three men’s heads.
    Arothir: ATTACK ROLL!
    Shenvallei: [1d20+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [17,1] = (18)
    Shenvallei: “Ai-Ya!!!!!”
    Arothir: The vase flies off the pedestal and shatters into…well…shards.
    Arothir: It lays there, collapsed, in a puddle of it’s own…ceramic.
    Alusair: “Dude.. you killed a pot.”
    Alusair: err..
    Alusair: scratch that
    Shenvallei: I search the shards kicking them about.
    Shenvallei: Stepping on any spiders that might have been inside.
    Arothir: No spiders…
    Arothir: Not in there anyway…
    Shenvallei: “Hmm…”
    Shenvallei: Jess may I borrow the broom?
    Shenvallei: ””
    Arothir: Jess hands you the broomhandle
    Alusair: “Shen? Question for ya.”
    Arothir: but in an unhappy kind of way
    Shenvallei: I sweep the shards back to the pedestal. Smiling at Jesebel.
    Arothir: Well, that’s the thing, Shen…not quite.
    Arothir: There’s no broom
    Arothir: It’s just a broom handle.
    Arothir: :P
    Alusair: “Any reason you don’t.. say.. open things.. or look in them… rather than breaking potentially priceless antiques?”
    Shenvallei: Oh then I retract my last 2 statements.
    Arothir: Just clarifying
    Arothir: And it’s understood.
    Shenvallei: “You know I thought of that the moment I kicked it.”
    Alusair: “Just something to consider in the future.”
    Shenvallei: “Knowledge always comes to me Alusair. But it seems to always be a bit late.”
    Alusair: “That, of course, is why we’re here.”
  • Alusair looks around the room nervously, expecting.. well.. something. *
    Arothir: You two notice…!
    Shenvallei: Ill jump up on the pedestal.
    Arothir: Van, just standing by the pedestal looking at it.
    Arothir: Reflex check!
    Shenvallei: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [9,5] = (14)
    Arothir: You begin to plummet as the whole assembly gives way beneath you, sending the surrounding pottery and the pedestal hurtling downward into blackness. You are struck sideways by a force, which you realize is Van, who didn’t quite catch you so much as slam you sideways as the majority of the floor gives way, stopping just before the hallway. You collide rather roughly between Van and the wall which stops you, taking 1 damage.
  • Alusair blinks. *
    Alusair: “Well.. I was looking for something.. can’t say I entirely expected that, though.”
    Shenvallei: “Ooof.”
    Arothir: Van looks…scared, really…that’s probably an accurate way of putting it
    Arothir: ...odd thing
    Arothir: You don’t hear a crash as things hit bottom either.
    Alusair: Inspect the sudden .. well.. pit.
    Arothir: It just…goes on.
    Alusair: Any rubble?
    Arothir: And on.
    Arothir: Newp…
    Alusair: Anywhere on the ground?
    Arothir: A few jagged edges where rocks got stuck
    Alusair: lol
    Shenvallei: “Thank you for saving me Van.”
    Alusair: I don’t really care what its from
    Alusair: I need a small expendable shard, chunk, or whatever of .. well.. anything
    Arothir: I mean, there’s rubble around, yes
    Alusair: pick up a piece
    Arothir: Van: Huh? Oh, yeah….
  • Alusair reaches out over the chasm and drops the now glowing shard. *

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