Getting in is take 10 easy. Getting out after they tip the serpent upright will be another matter.
Drovalid looks hard at Marius and slowly nods and whispers, "Follow me down the path of pain then."
He crawls down the throat and into the beast's belly where he tries to bridge himself above the acid.
The beast is a killer. Fortunately, the acid deals only 1d4-1 each round thanks to Fiosa and Zarabeta. Each round you're in the belly you can make a DC 15 reflex, acrobatics, escape artist, or climb check to avoid damage. Or you may forego your own check to aid two others. Each round you are in the belly you must make a DC 10 Fort save (DC lowered thanks to Fiosa and Zara) or be sickened for the remainder of the act. More on ascape once you're inside.
Female Human Wilder 5th | AC15 | HP35/49 | Str 12 | Dex 17 | Con 15 | PP14/37
"How will we survive?
"Go between Raven and me, if you falter we will be able to assist you from both sides to get you through. As long as we are swift, we shall suffer no lasting harm," Waifrin whispers to the other woman.
Raven rolls his eyes and quickly slips back into his role as he follows Drovalid down the serpent's gullet. Looking at first in front of him, he notices Marius standing ready to assist. He then notes Waifrin and Calseinica behind him.
"Let it not be said I am not the chivalrous sort," the elf mutters softly to himself with a small and brief smile as he follows the warrior's example and thinks of the two women instead of his own wellbeing.
The backstage crew hauls on their rope and the serpent tilts upward. The cast may now attempt escape.
Sickening and damage rolls continue each round. Once you're sick you are sick for the duration. One person per round can make a DC 20 climb check to get out. Failure by 5 leaves you stuck in the throat until next round. Failure by more means you take 1d6 points of slashing damage from razor sharp edges in the throat. The climber can be helped by one person inside the serpent and one person hanging in the mouth. It's a 10' drop from the mouth, back to the stage.
Fiosa and Zarabeta have done their performance part. Actors please make your rolls for this act.
Female Human Wilder 5th | AC15 | HP35/49 | Str 12 | Dex 17 | Con 15 | PP14/37
Performance: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
"Marius, get out first and haul Drovalid and Calseinica after you, we'll push them from here. If the worst comes, I can blast us out, though it might upset the script a little!" Waifrin mutters on her arrival.
"Get thee out, pal-a-dine, thy holiness does make this sneaking serpent near as sick as it makes me!"
A look of grim determination on his face, Raven begins his ascent. "Not even a creature as fearsome as this shall keep me from my task. I will banish the lies be it the last thing I do, knight," the elf answers Marius, or rather the paladin he portrays.
Marius continues to spout Arodenite Aphorisms..or at least stuff he thinks could pass for them..he concentrates on talking about how the righteous cannot fall to the lure of lies(Asmodeus being, off course, the Prince of Lies) as he helps the others out.
Unable to do anything to assist the others in this trial, Zarabeta continues her use of ghost sounds helping the actors voices to project from within the confines of the glass serpent, so that the audience can hear their lines more clearly.
She keeps a trembling hand firmly clamped over her own mouth, lest some errant anxious cry escape her lips and reveal her position hidden backstage.
"Well, that went...," Raven begins and pauses mid-sentence as he checks himself for burns and sees them heal thanks to Fiosa's magic. "I was going to say 'well', but I think I shall change it to 'adequately' and 'not fatally bad'."
Zarabeta calls upon the least of the magics at her command to cause the acid clinging to the players clothing and hair to slough away and pool on the floor, as warm musk-scented air follows her hands motions.
prestidigitation to dry them, and at least end any ongoing discomfort from leftover pockets of caustic liquid trapped in their hair and clothing, if not have any mechanical effect
"I'd like to dump a bucket of acid on the heads of whoever thought up this nightmare." she mutters in a low tone, in between incantations.
"Good heavens! How many more rounds of this are there?"
Millech rumbles, "The birthing trial and trial by combat. Unless Savaska is quite insane, I think your friends will handle a straight fight easily enough. We might get through this without a fatality in the cast."
Drovalid stirs under Fiosa's ministrations and sits up. "Bless you," he murmurs and struggles to his feet. He straightens up and smiles at the others. "Ready to carry on then?"
Robahl drifts into the middle of the cast. He pitches his voice in a soft by carrying stage whisper, "Sevaska tells me the Birthing Trial will be quite traditional. Summoned lemures or such after you eat the eggs. Make sure you get them all down all the way. The effect won't be the same unless you do. He also says to remind you not to step on, lie across or breach the summoning circle in any way." He takes Marius' hand and holds it high. "You've all done splendidly so far. Even our Tybain has charmed the crowd. Go out and kill them in these last acts."
A faint tan 30' diameter circle slightly lighter in color than the wood circumscribes a pentagram at centerstage.
Visbaronetess Delour Aulamaxa holds her final note until it dwindles to the inaudible. The audience applauds. Robahl and the crew retreat to the wings.
The act begins with the usual accusations, defamations, and refutations. The genteel portion of the act concludes with a bailiff delivering a slightly oily red egg to each of you. Aside from the oil the eggs seem to merely be colored peeled hard-boiled eggs.
Calseinica ad libs something about these being a great delicacy in hell and takes a bite out of her egg. She grimaces. One, two chews and the bit comes shooting out of her mouth as she involuntarily heaves. The audience laughs. She gamely tries again and manages to force the remainder down.
On seeing this, Drovalid looks a little green himself and mutters under his breath, "maybe best to swallow it whole?" Then he consumes his as well.
Trying your own egg, you discover the first taste numbs the tongue. A good thing because even with numbness, the vile taste that oozes from the egg when you bite down is something like eating a burning week old chamberpot.
Two or three breaths later Calseinica's hands fly to her stomach. She turns to raven and says, [b]"I don't feel so --" Her sentence ends with a convulsive surge of red bile which smacks him in the chest, stomach, and thigh, before it ends with Calseinca on her hands and knees pouring a week's worth of vomit onto the floor. The cue is irresistible. Everyone who consumed their eggs instantly follows suit.
Sevaska begins casting and rounded slug-like shapes begin to rise from the muck.
Operating sans notes. Pretty sure Fort saves are required here. Oh, and perform checks. And of course initiative.
Marius manages to make his sickness look at least averagely good.He makes sure Drovalid gets the majority of the splatter.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as the shapes begin to rise and then draws his blades in a fluid motion stepping to get out of the slippery part of the stage but keep them in weapons distance.
"Aroint thee, fiends..Arodens power shall show theee the way back to the pit."
Two shapes rise out of the pool of vomit. Although man-like, their features are malformed, stubby and oddly rounded, except for the claws on their hands.
You know there will be 5 lemures altogether. Round 1 is mostly a loss because most of you are nauseous and the summons can't do anything until they're fully formed in round 2. So Raven, Fiosa, and Zarabeta are free to act normally in Round 1. Zarabeta also gets her round 2 action, then the lemures.
Round 2 Initiative and Status:
Marius, 15 Nauseated
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 22X Lemures, 15 (a third 1 forming)
Calseinica, 13, nauseated
Sickened: The character takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.
Nauseated: Creatures with the nauseated condition experience stomach distress. Nauseated creatures are unable to attack, cast spells, concentrate on spells, or do anything else requiring attention. The only action such a character can take is a single move actions per turn.