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"Humor holds up a mirror," Conan says with apparent gravity as they descend into the depths. "It is an exaggerated mirror: it shows our natures magnified many times over, resulting sometimes in stereotypes. But the true goal is to show us truth by merit of exaggeration..."
The red-headed warrior is happy to take the front position. The flaming rubber chicken tucked at his belt is, well. A flaming rubber chicken. It's very bright, and shines a steady light ahead.
Conan walks with his greatsword already drawn, humming a little under his breath. He looks around in delight at seeing the beneath-the-earth garden.
"What manner of delights the sages grew here! How charming!" he beams. "Is any of it going to eat me?"
The archive’s magic has sustained the slow growth of the plants in this room.
Unless otherwise noted, the floors and walls are smooth stone.
The rooms and halls have 20-foot ceilings, and magical illumination provides dim light.
There is an eerie fog emanating from the doorway to the east.
Even at this distance, all of you easily hear what appears to be the clash of a battle in progress, with the smell of sulfur and flashes of light coming through the fog to the east.
The fog appears to be some sort of illusion, but the sounds of combat are not.
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"Ah, the fog is illusory, but the battle seems real. Let us intervene before the combatants damage the archive."
San Xiao looks expectantly at the frontliners.
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Luisila unslings her backpack.
“I say let’s move forward stealthily to observe the battle, without committing to a fight just yet.”
The priestess moves up to overtake the front line if necessary.
“A good creature may need our help, but a weakened non-good victor might be more willing to provide us with information.”
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"Stealth? My forté!" Noisy snorts, with an amused grin.
He moves up with the rest weapon in hand. Though his tendency to step to a beat can't be entirely constrained!
"Could it be a ruse of some sort?" He muses, in an overly-loud stage whisper.
His hand drums out a quick cadence on his hip, as he observes the strange fog intently.
You hear the rush of air and flashes of fire, followed by low groans and the smell of burnt flesh from the doorway to the east.
San Xiao watches and waits for the front line to advance.
Luisila drops her pack and tiptoes through the tu...hall (not sure where you are heading)
Noisy trip-toes and lives up to his name, making enough noise to wake the dead.
Checking for magic auras...but he cannot make out the spell.
Detect magic picks up on a powerful abjuration spell in the east[/ooc]
San Xiao and Savage decide they can best the dwarf in stealth and also advance.
Both spot what appears to be a large fire creature through the fog. They cannot see what other creatures it is interacting with...
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"I'm gettin' powerful abjurations in that direction." The dwarf responds. "Don't think its the mist."
He continues to concentrate, trying to narrow down the effect and location, moving forward some more (unless that puts him too close... )
"Hope those things don't torch nothing valuable." He adds, noticing the fiery creatures up ahead.
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The priest accepts and thanks the help his companions offer before entering the dungeon.
As they approuch the melee he mumbles to himself worried. Stealthily, right...
He stays in the back trying to do as little noise as possible as he gets ready to advance clad in fullplate.
But blinded by the fog the cleric trips into a small table dropping a big ceramic urn into the floor with a loud crack and some silverware. Then he begins to pray.
The rest of the party moves up, some more silently than others. Luisila duplicates herself while SanX and Conan use wands but none of you can make out more than flashes of light from your positions.
More moans and movement within. From deeper within you hear muffled voices
Male monotone voice Saruna, I see what you are trying to do. You cannot hide behind these creatures.
Female raspy voice Your minions will burn this time, Badru!
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“Badru of the Underworld, Fiery Lady Saruna called ‘Aquabane’ in solid realms, your joint salvation is nigh! Your petty differences matter not to the powers whose attention your glory has attracted!”
Luisila’s tone is impassioned and diplomatic.
“Tell us of your suffering, your grievances and permit the Emissaries of Vengeance and Death to aid you both as you deserve!”
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Conan cocks his head in the direction of Luisila's ringing words, not really sure what her plan is.... but when has that kind of ignorance ever stopped him from doing something? It's called improv.
He adds his voice to hers-- his tone less diplomatic and more of a low roar that echoes in the chamber.
While the battle continues within the fog-filled hall, you hear the raspy woman's voice cry out, as if remembering something needing to be done.
"Who...who are you? What is your business in these halls?
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”Who…who are you?”
“Ones not used to repeating themselves, Lady Saruna.”
“What is your business in these halls?”
“First, to determine who is worthy of victory! Our motives will be shared with worthy allies. Once we have heard your deeds, discoveries and desires in this realm, we shall choose.”
Luisila’s tone is quiet confidence. “Once you are free of this petty squabble, and have heard them, I foresee the convergence of your goals with ours.”
The raspy voice calls back.
"While your mastery of uncouth language is impressive,
I am not so easily convinced. Destroy the tattered minions of my adversary, and then we can discuss mutual agreements.
Savage you are within reach of the heat and battle so you could punch one or the other of the creatures...with %miss chances from the fog.
All creatures within a 30-foot radius that *see* one, must make a WILL save or be paralyzed by fear for 1d4 rounds.
The rest of the party has lost sight of their savaged friend Savage in the mist. The sounds of battle continue beyond.
Savage fights off the fear of being abandoned by his friends and fists of fury into the closest undead.
his third punch lands, but does not do as much damage as he would expect.
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Noisy frowns, still with no clue what exactly is going on, he moves up tentatively stopping behind Savage, and still only sees vague outlines of the creatures they are fighting.
He begins to beat out a strange rhythm on the floor with the butt of his musket, sending vibrations through the area, that seep up into the very bones of those nearby, inspiring them to greater action!
Noisy starts to drum a beat onto the floor to encourage the party.
Meanwhile the battle continues in the fog.
There are howls and flashes of light. One creature swings back in retaliation on Savage. But the arm swings wildly and misses the monk.
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Raspy woman's voice...
Time runs short, mortals. Slay the filthy undead and we can engage in more civilized conversations
Noisy and Savage start to smell paper/scrolls smoldering.
Savage latches on the arm of his raggy assailant and pulls/pins him to the edge of the fog. The rest of you are able to see him more clearly now that he is closer.
Also during your full turn, pin+damage and move+damage I am not seeing where the extra damage comes from...so I am probably missing something with greater grapple.
This feat allows you to make two grapple checks each round (to move, harm, or pin your opponent)
I am familiar with (pin *or* damage) and (move *or* damage) from the normal grapple rules/flow.
Finally, if I am calculating correct, dragging is half speed and fog is half speed, so a single move is 12.5' (of his 50' normal) - so he should be able to get to the position indicated and push the undead out.
The creature emerging from the fog looks confused at what just occurred as well as being pretty banged up while being held by Savage.
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Time runs short, mortals. Slay the filthy undead and we can engage in more civilized conversations.
How can I refuse an offer like that!
Luisila thrusts out her arms and channels – splattering her companions, the chamber and eastern passage with a (thankfully) rare substance … Rancid honey!
Whaaa? Curiouser and curiouser …
She then buzzes busily 30' behind Conan, in a wide arc so as not to provoke an AoO.
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Noisy frowns as he smells the burning papers, and knowing that the one that is claiming to want to parlay seems to be responsible for the elementals that are causing it, putting all her motivations in serious question.
"Enough!" He yells angrily as he begins to beat out an ominous tempo on the drum at his hip, the sound of which seems to permeate the ground around until even the fog seems to shimmer to the oppressive beat, bringing up a strange sense of dread in all who hear, living and non-living alike.
He ends the beat suddenly with a few arcane words, and one booted foot coming down in a loud emphatic stomp.
After which, he takes a small step back towards the others.
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Sam Xiao steps back from the undead that has been dragged in front of him, and fires at it with his longbow.
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==Round 3 summary==
Fire and Fighting continues in fog.
Savage chokes and drags an undead looking creature out of the fog.
Noisy casts Dirge of Doom in the Hallway
Undead vs Doom
Elems vs Doom