Alusair: I’ve got a question!
Alusair: Does the gnome detect… evil???
Arothir: The gnome…does not detect.
Alusair: “Right.”
Alusair: walk up to the gnome and kick it in the shin
Shenvallei: “Illusion Alusair?”
Arothir: Your attempt to walk up to the gnome…
Arothir: Is…interrupted…
Arothir: Upon entering the room, there’s a greater rise in temperature, and it becomes apparent why the room is bathed in a sinister red light.
Arothir: Cut into the floor is a narrow band, through which molten lava is flowing slowly

• Alusair stops moving. Moevment interrupted by unforeseen “Oh, shit!” moment. *
  Shenvallei: Is the lava comming up thru the crack and filling the room?
  Alusair: how narrow is narrow?
  Arothir: It’s only five feet wide.
  Shenvallei: “Can you jump across and get that sword Alusair?”
  Alusair: “Sure.. if I don’t slam nose-first into a wall or force or something..”
  Arothir: Van:... that would be most unpleasant…
  Shenvallei: “There isnt a wall currently.”
  Alusair: “Right.”
  Shenvallei: “I would have detected it.”
  Alusair: Take a look to see if there’re other channels visible in the floor
  Alusair: and then jump across
  Arothir: You manage to barely hop across
  Arothir: The heat from the lava feels very uncomfortable against the back of your legs.
  Arothir: instantly, the gnome dissapears
  Arothir: And the door behind you slams shut
  Alusair: “Sigh“
  Arothir: More laughter ruminates throughout the room.
  Shenvallei: Do I have time to dart inside before the door slams?
  Arothir: Yes.
  
• Alusair shakes her head and mumbles to herself, “Love, you’ve never listened to Shen before.. why did you choose a time like now to start?” *
  Shenvallei: I do so.
  Arothir: Jess, on the other hand, did not.
  Shenvallei: I yell thru the door. “Pull the statue’s Arms up again quickly! Van, Jesebel if you can hear me!”
  Arothir: From behind the altar unfolds an eight foot tall creature with very angular features… it’s skin looks…wet… and it drips with every movement. It has floot long clawlike fingers, and a set of serrated teeth only a mother could love.
  Arothir: It looks…dangerously thin.
  Alusair: hmmm….
  Arothir: Van turns to you. “I can’t…really reach the statue from here.”
  Shenvallei: Can I determine what it is?
  Arothir: What kind of knowledge do you have?
  Shenvallei: Knowledge: Dungeon Creatures, Knowledge: The Planes
  Arothir: Roll the Planes.
  Shenvallei: [1d20+9<!- Official Roll ->] => [10,9] = (19)
  Alusair: “This day just loves to prove it can get worse.”
  Arothir: You successfully identify it…as a Babau, a Chaotic Demon, known for being particularly cunning.
  Alusair: “So… are we going to pretend to talk before fighting, or can we just get right into it?”
  Shenvallei: can you draw a map of the room?
  Shenvallei: Just want to get an idea of where everything is in relation.
  Arothir: Up top, sec
  Alusair: hmm
  Shenvallei: Im standing next to Van?
  Alusair: good riddance
  Arothir: Yeah
  Shenvallei: who was that?
  Alusair: someone who randomly decided to watch
  Arothir: lol
  Shenvallei: sword is on the altar right?
  Arothir: Yes.
  Arothir: There are other objects on the coffins as well, but those are unviewable from your angle
  Shenvallei: Good. Im taking a combat action. Initiative [1d20+4<!- Official Roll ->] => [11,4] = (15)
  Alusair: ... any response from the demon? Not that it matters now.
  Alusair: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,2] = (3)
  Alusair: yeaaaaahhhhhh.
  Arothir: Shen, take it.
  Shenvallei: Magic missile. [2d4+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,2,2] = (7)
  Shenvallei: god I hate that spell.
  Arothir: Why?
  Arothir: That’s close to max damage
  Shenvallei: weak damage
  Shenvallei: its ok I guess
  Shenvallei: for a level 1 spell I guess I shouldnt complain.
  Arothir: The Demon recoils a bit, but turns and leaps to slash at Alusair.
  Arothir: The claw get through her defenses [1d6+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [5,5] = (10)
  Alusair: joy.. time for another new set of clothes
  Shenvallei: ugh
  Arothir: Van leaps at the demon.
  Arothir: A gash appears across it’s chest, although it’s small. Van looks…rather shocked as part of his halberd has melted away.
  Arothir: Most of the metal is off the halberd.
  Arothir: but it’s still jagged.
  Arothir: Alusair!
  Alusair: [1d20+9<!- Official Roll ->] => [17,9] = (26)
  Alusair: smite evil.. I won’t bother asking if it works or not
  Alusair: [1d10+6+3+6+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,6,3,6,3] = (21)
  Alusair: damage type: Good.
  Arothir: The demon recoils in pain, screeching.
  Alusair: whats left of my sword?
  Arothir: [1d8<!- Official Roll ->] => [8] = (8)
  Alusair: right
  Arothir: ...just enough for a good second cut.
  Alusair: Better than I was hoping, to be honest.
  Arothir: lol.
  Arothir: Shen!
  Shenvallei: Whats the distance between me and Alusair?
  Arothir: Fifteen feet?
  Arothir: Twenty max?
  Shenvallei: hmm.
  Shenvallei: and approx that distance again to the altar right?
  Alusair: If you’ve been lying all this time and you are, in fact, a priest, now would be the time to let me know.
  Arothir: distance to the altar…fourty?
  Shenvallei: Ill move northeast 15 feet then cast magic missile again.
  Shenvallei: As close to the lava that I can without getting burned.
  Shenvallei: So that I can jump it next round.
  Shenvallei: [2d4+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,4,2] = (7)
  Arothir: Alright.
  Arothir: Sure.
  Arothir: The demon again takes a hit.
  Arothir: And slices at Alusair again! [1d6+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,5] = (8)
  Arothir: It just barely connected with that one.
  Arothir: Van leaps up and attempts to slice at the Babau with his halberd, but mostly misses
  Alusair: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [11,6] = (17)
  Alusair: hit / miss?
  Arothir: Miss.
  Arothir: SHEN!
  Shenvallei: Leap the lava.
  Arothir: YOU LEAP THE LAVA
  Arothir: Jump check!
  Shenvallei: strength again?
  Arothir: Yes
  Shenvallei: hell
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [1] = (1)
  Shenvallei: How bad is it….
  Alusair: According to the manual, since its a 5 foot leap
  Alusair: he missed by less than five
  Arothir: Lawl
  Alusair: and therefore has a reflex save to grab the ledge
  Arothir: Shen, roll reflex.
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [20] = (20)
  Shenvallei: +5
  Alusair: Sorry. But he’s not getting out of this by diving into the lava.
  Alusair: :P
  Shenvallei: I AM A MAN OF EXTREMES!
  Arothir: YOU Grab the ledge! The tip of your boot is missing, and your toes no longer have hair…but you’re otherwise no worse for the wear
  Shenvallei: Pull myself up.
  Arothir: YOU DO!
  Shenvallei: Can I still cast a spell
  Arothir: Sure.
  Shenvallei: Scorching Ray. [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,5] = (6)
  Shenvallei: GOD DAMN IT
  Alusair: extremes indeed..
  Arothir: Shen, in his anger at tripping, turns and blasts the lava angrily.
  Arothir: It burbles in pain.
  Arothir: The demon, laughing at Shen, swats at Van.
  Shenvallei: dice biting time
  Arothir: Van recoils under the pain of the thing’s claws.
  Arothir: He swings angrily at it with his Halberd, barely scratching it’s surface.
  Arothir: His weapon is now completely disintegrated.
  Arothir: ALUSAIR!
  Alusair: [2d8+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,3,3] = (9)
  Alusair: woo, I have healths
  Arothir: You have healths indeed!
  Arothir: SHEN!
  Shenvallei: Ill try to loop around the altar and get to the sword.
  Arothir: You run!
  Arothir: YOu get to the sword!
  Shenvallei: I put my hand near it, is it hot?
  Arothir: Nope.
  Arothir: It’s just…cold.
  Shenvallei: Grab it!
  Arothir: You grab it!
  Arothir: It’s…heavy.
  Arothir: ANd awkward for you to hold.
  Shenvallei: “YYYYeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I charge the demon from behind.
  Shenvallei: [1d20+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [10,1] = (11)
  Arothir: Er
  Arothir: Shen, how far can you move?
  Shenvallei: I dont know.
  Alusair: 30 feet, and still attack.
  Shenvallei: let me see
  Alusair: 60 if he’s just running around like a squirrel on speed
  Shenvallei: Ok so I just ran and got the sword np.
  Arothir: Was just checking. As much as I’d love to give you a charge :P
  Shenvallei: Its comming dont worry.
  Arothir: ...plus, I’m doing you a favor, as that wouldn’t have hit anyway.
  Arothir: By a longshot.
  Shenvallei: well I figured Id get another 20
  Arothir: As it’s a bastard sword, and I don’t think you’re proficient.
  Arothir: Ahh
  Arothir: Gotcha.
  Shenvallei: no Im not. The sword is probably longer than I am tall.
  Alusair: not so much
  Arothir: Angered by the presence of increased healths, the demon slashes for another [1d6+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,5] = (6) to Alusair.
  Arothir: Oo, minimum!
  Arothir: Van…does something unexpected!
  Alusair: He grapples, and starts melting!
  Arothir: HE LEAPS AND COMES DOWN ON THE DEMON WITH HIS BROADSWORD! A CAMPAIGN FIRST!
  Alusair: oh
  Alusair: I like your idea better
  Arothir: ...me too.
  Alusair: not much, though
  Alusair: since it probably won’t penetrate the DR.
  (19)
  Arothir: Actually, he critted.
  Arothir: So it did.
  Arothir: :P
  Alusair: fair enough
  Alusair: [1d8+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [5,3] = (8)
  Alusair: holy shit, I HAS HEALTHS
  Alusair: next
  Arothir: Shen, that’s you.
  Alusair: by the end of this fight
  Shenvallei: You know whats comming.
  Alusair: even if we win, I’m going to be wearing rags
  Alusair: very high quality, very ornate rags.
  Shenvallei: “YYyyeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” [1d20+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [10,1] = (11)
  Shenvallei: great now 10s
  Arothir: ...Nice, same roll as last time.
  Arothir: Lawl
  Shenvallei: fate I guess.
  Arothir: Shen is now average-man.
  Alusair: So it appears.
  Shenvallei: YOU CANNOT CHEAT MY FATE DM!
  Arothir: Shenvallei rallies and makes a heroic charge! The sword arcs through the air and bounces painfully off stone!
  Shenvallei: my 10 was DESTINY
  Arothir: It distracts the demon! And swings at Shen!
  Shenvallei: AC is…
  Shenvallei: let me see
  Shenvallei: 18!
  Arothir: The demon’s hand arcs through the air and…doesn’t bount. It hurts. Quite a bit. [1d6+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [2,5] = (7)
  
• Shenvallei gets knocked silly back into the altar. *
  Arothir: Van misses the Babau with his mostly melted sword.
  Arothir: Alusair!
  Alusair: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [2,6] = (8)
  Alusair: movin’ on
  Arothir: SHEN!
  Shenvallei: “Van!” I throw the sword at Van. “Here use this!”
  Arothir: You throw the sword at Van…
  Arothir: ROLL TO HIT!
  Shenvallei: Not like that.
  Shenvallei: I mean I toss it to him.
  Arothir: Yeah
  Arothir: Well
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [12] = (12)
  Alusair: you still have to get it near him
  Arothir: It’s combat, so you need to roll it like a grenade like weapon
  Arothir: :P
  Arothir: It’s close, sure.
  Shenvallei: do I get any bonus for dex?
  Arothir: It wouldn’t have made it if it were much lower than that.
  Shenvallei: ok
  Shenvallei: does he catch it?
  Arothir: Not so much catch it as stop it from sliding into the river with his foot.
  Shenvallei: Thats good at least.
  Arothir: Unfortunately, the Babau siezes this opportunity to land a cripping strike to Van’s back.
  Shenvallei: In all seriousness though. I have a feeling that sword might be magical.
  Shenvallei: Wait I know its magical.
  Shenvallei: To get thru the things DR.
  Alusair: True, you do.
  Alusair: I don’t, Van doesn’t.
  Arothir: Van cries out in pain
  Arothir: In his fury, he wheels on the demon, slicing at it with the remains of his broadsword.
  Arothir: It barely does anything, and all Van is left holding is the handle.
  Arothir: Alusair!
  Arothir: Van looks like he’s about to drop.
  Alusair: good for himi
  Alusair: [1d20+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [12,6] = (18)
  Arothir: A HIT!
  Alusair: [1d10+6+3+6<!- Official Roll ->] => [10,6,3,6] = (25)
  Arothir: Another, greivous roar
  Arothir: The demon is bleeding freely now.
  Arothir: SHEN!
  Shenvallei: Ill draw my black saber and try to take a stab at his leg from behind. [1d20+1<!- Official Roll ->] => [11,1] = (12)
  Arothir: You stab, but it manages to twist slightly out of the way.
  Arothir: It manages to swing at Alusair as it does, causing [1d6+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [1,5] = (6) Damage.
  Arothir: Van manages to, in a fit of desperation and pain, grabs up the sword Shen lobbed at him and manages to thrust it into the heart of the Demon, causing the entire dungeon assembly to shake and quiver. The demon collapses backwards on the steps leading to the altar.
  
• Alusair drops what’s left of her sword to the ground, stumbles to the altar and slumps onto it. *
  Arothir: Van collapses to his knees, and the exit door opens, revealing a panting Jess
  Shenvallei: I stab the demon in the eye to make sure it is dead.
  Arothir: It’s quite dead.
  Shenvallei: Ill wait for everyone to recover themselves. And offer water/bandages to any who need it.
  Arothir: Van: ...what was that thing doing in here?
  Shenvallei: “I dont know.” Ill inspect the altar to see if there are any clues.
  
• Alusair does her best to foil Shen’s plans, collapsing on her back on the altar and staring at the ceiling. *
  Shenvallei: Even though you might be lying on an altar of Loviatar?
  Arothir: You inspect the altar…it has various blood smears on most of the symbols, and a ring of dust around where the sword was.
  Shenvallei: I honestly wouldnt know the symbols anyway.
  Shenvallei: Suffice to say I help bandage Alusair and then move on to Van.
  Arothir: Van gladly accepts your help.
  Shenvallei: We take as long as we need to recover to a walking state.
  Arothir: You do so.
  Arothir: Jess refuses to cross the river.
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [12] = (12)
  Alusair: get up, jump it, and start towards the entrance.
  Shenvallei: “Can you both make it across?”
  Arothir: Van nods and hops over easily
  Shenvallei: I fill 2 vials of the demon’s blood and cork it/put it away. Then follow.
  Arothir: you do so
  Arothir: YOU ARRIVE AT THE EXIT
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [8] = (8)
  Shenvallei: I let Luna out at last.
  
• Alusair drops her sword belt and tosses it and the restof her gearinto a heap and then curls up on her cloak to sleep. *
  Arothir: You do
  Arothir: You all rest…
  Shenvallei: Rest yes.
  Arothir: Van braces himself against a wall to keep watchful eyes out.
  Shenvallei: Probably running low on food at this point if nobody else brought any.
  Arothir: Van had a little, but you’re right, supplies are getting tight.
  Arothir: You rest up…the next morning arrives.
  Shenvallei: I start rationing.
  Arothir: You do so.
  Shenvallei: “We should go inspect the rest of the coffins and chests, we might not get another chance at this.”
  
• Alusair yawns, stretches and laments the condition of her clothes. **
  Alusair: “Forced to agree.”
  Arothir: Van: I know a good tailor…
  Shenvallei: How many Hit points are recovered?
  Alusair: “Just so happens that I do too. Two, actually.”
  Arothir: Van: Oh?
  Arothir: Uh…
  Arothir: What’s standard for a night’s rest?
  Shenvallei: 2nd edition? 1
  Arothir: lawl
  Alusair: its not much better in 3
  Arothir: I’ll say 3 HP
  Alusair: woo, full!
  Shenvallei: here it is.
  Shenvallei: page 146
  Shenvallei: 1 hit point per level
  Shenvallei: so yeah it is 3
  Alusair: right
  Alusair: Van still down?
  Arothir: He’s looking…tired.
  Alusair: nothing I can do
  Alusair: Shen, wounded?
  Arothir: He was up all night keeping watch for the two of you.
  Arothir: ...and Jess.
  Shenvallei: I have a few scratches but Im ok.
  Alusair: [1d8+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [5,3] = (8) back, CLW.
  Alusair: Van’s not wounded?
  Arothir: Oh, he is
  Arothir: ...quite a bit.
  Alusair: [1d8+3<!- Official Roll ->] => [8,3] = (11) back, CLW
  Shenvallei: Im an elf I only need 4 hours rest
  Shenvallei: and 1 hour to memorize
  Alusair: meh, its all good
  Shenvallei: er maybe more
  Alusair: lets go get those damn coffins
  Shenvallei: ok
  Arothir: YOU GO!
  Alusair: I don’t want to end another session in this damnd cave
  Arothir: Kindly shift your attention to the Elephant room!
  Alusair: Consider it shifted!
  Alusair: COFFIN ON THE RIGHT
  Alusair: OPEN IT
  Shenvallei: The whole time Ill be listening.
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [4] = (4)
  Alusair: BAH
  Arothir: On top of that coffin
  Alusair: “Shen! OPEN IT.”
  Shenvallei: fuck
  Shenvallei: earthquake
  Arothir: Eh?
  Alusair: lol @ callyfornya
  Arothir: lawl
  Alusair: I’ll keep my snow, man
  Shenvallei: goddamn that gets the heart pumping
  Alusair: no offense
  Shenvallei: phew.
  Shenvallei: small one
  Shenvallei: Hokay.
  Alusair: so, on top of the coffin?
  Shenvallei: where were we.
  Arothir: Onesided axe
  Arothir: And a kite shield.
  Shenvallei: I try to open the coffin.
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [4] = (4)
  Arothir: Metal, same as the first
  Arothir: The coffin remains sealed
  Alusair: pick up the axe and look at it disdainfully
  Alusair: “Such a barbaric weapon..”
  Alusair: drop it on the ground
  Arothir: It is, indeed.
  Arothir: The axe is dropped.
  Alusair: try the coffin again
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [16] = (16)
  Arothir: THE COFFIN SHOVES OPEN
  Arothir: Inside is…three inches of dust
  Alusair: “Lovely. Either wake up and fight, or stop wasting my time.”
  Arothir: It doesn’t seem like it’s moving.
  Alusair: dig around in it
  Arothir: YOU UNCOVER A MEDALION
  Arothir: It has a symbol on it which is intimately familiar to both of you
  Arothir: The Sigil of Servitude
  Shenvallei: Why is that familiar?
  Arothir: Same Sigil as is on your neck, and on jess’s collar
  Alusair: Oh. In that case, yes, its familiar to me
  Alusair: pocket the medallion
  Arothir: You do so
  Alusair: that all?
  Arothir: Yes. There are two chests along side it, which upon investigation, provide 20 Gold, an Ancient Tome, and a set of Robes.
  Alusair: Move on
  Shenvallei: Agreed.
  Shenvallei: Basically search for traps.
  Arothir: No traps are found anywhere.
  Alusair: coffin numero 3!
  Shenvallei: then open everything
  Alusair: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [7] = (7)
  Alusair: sigh
  Alusair: Sit on the lid and wait for someone to come help
  Arothir: lawl
  Arothir: Van walks over and shoves it off
  Arothir: sending the stave clattering to the ground
  Alusair: Jump off before it tips
  Alusair: :P
  Arothir: lawl
  Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [2] = (2)
  Arothir: Within are a chestpiece
  Arothir: and a broadsword
  Alusair: investigate chestpiece
  Alusair: lob the broadsword to Van
  Arothir: Standard looking breastplate, but you see some glyphs scribed into the back of the inside collar
  Arothir: Van grins, finally, and re-sheathes his breastplate
  

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