Time to detector, Ibb style. Ibb flexes his muscles.
I'm out so feel free to move ibb on the map.
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Rowdy will join Ibb.
”Alright, Ibb, let’s try and do a better job this time. We ain’t afraid a no boats, right?”
Rowdy detects for magic in the room.
Rowdy only ---v:
Rowdy will focus his attention on the nearest boat.
”I’m detectin’ sometin’ magic in that closest boat.”
Percption: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Ibb thunders up next to Rowdy.
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Nothin but junk, Rowdy. Why'd they send us here? His feet start running in place. I'm 'bout to smash some more furniture. They stop. Are boats furniture?
Dennis — can Irp roll perception?
"Magic, you say? Let me check." The professor pulls out his wand of Detect Magic
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
"Ah! How curious." The professor reaches out with the end of his wand, to hold up the item.
Irpception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
The bird pretends to groom itself, while surreptitiously observing whether Lacrymose also noted the small bag wedged into the boat's reeds.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Eugressia, entranced by the wall carvings, notices nothing.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
"Some sort of bag? What's in it, Professor?"
"Let's find out, shall we?" The professor sets the bundle on the ground next to the boat and opens it up.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
"Hmmm... some sort of substance, but I'm not recognizing these auras immediately. Does anyone else want to take a look?"
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
"I have no idea, but did you see these carvings over here?"
Maybe it's powdered sugar! Should I taste it? Ibb licks his lips. Perhaps Rowdy or Oiur can spellcraft the sugar instead
Ibb uses his hands to root around in the boats for more treasure.
perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
The bird, on his shoulder, looks for shinies.
perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Ibb begins to paw through the boats, looking for treasure and/or pancakes. The sudden motion of his 'subtle' examination disturbs a colony of beetles which come pouring out of the western boat, covering Ibb from head to toe! No surprise round since the Ibb and Irp both rolled decent (or better) perception, but the beetles beat you in initiative. The beetles are fine sized, so weapons won't work.
swarm damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Plus two fortitude saves, please Ibb.
Oiur: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Ibb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Eugressia: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Rowdy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Professor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
?: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Oiur: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Rowdy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Party may act.
I'll roll Spellcraft &c after the fight!
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
"Scarab beetles! Who knows what sort disease they carry, living in this tomb!"
"Sorry in advance, Ibb!" Oiur removes a flask of acid from their belt pouch and hucks it at the writhing mass of chitin.
Still jittery from the tomb's dangers, Oiur fumbles the throw with a curse; the flask shatters against the western wall, spilling its caustic contents on the unfathomably precious relief.
Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 :|
Scatter direction: 1d8 ⇒ 3
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
knowledge(nature): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Much bigger and meaner than the bugs in our apartment. Maybe you should consider a cleaner, more cautious lifestyle.
I'll wash the — owwwwww — dishes if we get home — eeeeeeee — promise!
Ibb probably can't effectively get away from the swarm with 20' of movement, so please feel free to throw alchemist fires while it chases him around on this side of the room. Fire is probably better than whatever horrible disease these things carry.
Eugressia moves up, pulling a flask of acid from her pack.
Aiming for the northwest corner
acid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Well, this is promising.
Miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 3
The professor hesitates, considering the potential loss of historical material in his next move. Then, with a grimace, he pulls another clay pot from his pack and throws it at the furthest corner of the swarm of beetles.
Artoku's Fire attack vs Touch: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 4 = 22
Artoku's Fire damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10
Splash: 1d6 ⇒ 6
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Disease!? Ibb! Remember when you ate those 9-month old pancakes that were sitting on your sunny windowsill, and how you had to drink special medicine to feel better? I packed some for you… drink it!
Awww… owww… gross!
Ibb pulls out his vial of Antiplague. move action
Ibb can't move far enough to escape so bolstering his fort saves seems like a good idea; feel free to light him on fire in the name of swarm killin'
Same order as Dennis had Ibb roll each before makes sense (I believe it was disease 1st, then nauseated
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Professor Lacrymose draws a rather more potent concoction, hurling it at the back corner of the swarm. His attack is right on target, exploding in a splash of white-hot liquid that decimates the swarm. It's not entirely dispersed, but it doesn't seem far off. The reed boat rocks with the blast, and as the smoke fades you can see some scorch marks, but it seems to remain mostly intact.
The swarm spreads to another nearby target, engulfing Eugressia as well as Ibb! At the thought of taking gross medicine, Ibb manages to shake off the nausea and any other effect that might occur aside from the damage. Eugressia, please make me two Fortitude saves.
swarm damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Party may act.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Eugressia holds her breath and closes her eyes as the beetles engulf her. She hurries out of the affected area. on my phone. Can someone move up out of the swarm away from everyone else?
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After this combat, I'd like to take some time to whip up some additional alchemical weapons.
Artoku's Fire: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12
The swarm continues to burn as the Professor takes a step to the side and begins writing down his observations.
]Makes sense, Dennis. For multiple rolls doing the exact same order as what was established in the first place (whatever that may be), makes the most sense.
Does a 13 beat the nauseate?
"Well, that was an adventure." The professor goes to check the boat for damage.
"I say, the likelihood that we encounter more of such creatures seems more than a little high. Would we like to take a small break so I can craft some solutions?"
It would take me about 10 minutes to make an Alchemist's Fire. Do we have 20-30 minutes?
Oiur brings a hand to their mouth and coughs in disgust at the stink and crackle of burning carapace, eyebrows raised and brow furrowed. "Good thing you're here, Professor. And yes, take however much time you need. I think we'll want you ready in case more of these things show up."
They say all this as they once again walk up to Ibb and extend a hand. "At this ate I'm going to get a wand-shaped callus. You don't look too much the worse for wear, though." I'll use the wand if you need it!
That done, they turn their attention to the bag the Professor found tucked into the boat's reeds. They hum and concentrate as they jostle its contents, but end their brief tune on a sour note. "Nope, no clue. Not the most successful outing on my part." They gently bounce the bag on their hand, and go to investigate the acid damage on the wall's naval depiction. "Don't even know what this boat stuff is about. And I feel like I should. Maybe I ate some 9-month pancakes without realizing it..."
Detect magic and Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
After hearing assent to his proposal, the Professor busies himself setting up what apparatus he could fit in his pouch once more. Several paper parcels of various powders, the retort from earlier, some empty flasks, and a small mortar and pestle are laid out on the nearest flat surface.
"Let's see... some magnesium, a little spirit of wine... and urea for the suspension... good." As the vials bubble or congeal, he busies himself examining, sharpening, and re-applying various substances on sharp implements around him.
"There we are! It's much more efficient to perform these things within the confines of the laboratory, but it should suffice for now."
Alchemist's Fire 3/3
Done with ancient artwork, Oiur watches the Professor's processes. "Professor, maybe... maybe don't say 'urea' too loud around Ibb. Call it a hunch; you've seen how enthusiastic he can be."
Rowdy grins and slaps Ibb on the back. “I don’t know what you were thinkin’ lookin’ around in those boats. But that look on yer face when you saw them bugs was worth more ‘n any a this old junk!”
He turns to the professor then. ”Lemme take a gander at that pouch I found.”
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
”Meh, prolly some decomposed magic item.”
"Ah, yes. Very wise, Oiur."
Is there anything left to inspect in this room?
It’s either sand with magic aura cast on it, or it’s silicate gel like they put in beef jerky and stuff!
"Well then," the Professor says as he finishes putting away his items. "Shall we continue?"
They unfasten the hammer from their back. "I suppose I'm as ready as I can be."
Whoops, misread my performance rounds as my HP :| Oh, and I would've recovered my bolas from the mimic!