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"Yes! I'm the man!" Rokko punches the air.

(Guys, please don't feel the need to wait for me - NPC me as you see fit when my turn comes.)

I am - tried to post earlier but it was eaten. I can't get easy access to the maps so someone please place me somewhere appropriate.

"Gah! I can feel a pregnant cow in a burlap sack being banged against glass fragments in my mind! No wonder they all went mad in here!"

"Oh look, it's Jyra with nothing on. Hee hee! Oh wait, those are dragnmarks on her skin, aberrent too, and pretty darn powerful-looking at that. Hmm, interesting... What's that at the top there? OH CRAP!"

Init 7.

Well Well Boys it is nice to see that all of you are busy at work today. What can't Sari go topless? After all her body and her dragonmark would look great in front of a camera! And as far as the lesbian threesome goes it would be a nice added bonus for all to see.

"Can I get in the middle?"

Automatically fail Listen check.

sotto voce "At last!"

"Um, yes, but what are we going to do about it? If we can't interact with a talking sword without having a collective nervous breakdown, I don't really see how we can hope to get out of here alive, what with lethal rooms, strange missing assistants, spawn of the daelkyr and temporal anomalies all whirled into the mix. Come on people - focus, FOCUS!

"What is our next move? I suggest we try and follow our erstwhile assailants and see if they give us any insight."

"Am I the only one failing to emote here? Yeah, yeah, some guy's mind is bound into a sword, yadda yadda yadda. Fairly typical arcane phenomenon. Let's see if we can calm it down, stop it hitting people and find out if it knows anything and if we can help. But let's leave all the emotion at the door, it clouds the mind and prevents rational decision-making. And aren't we trying to save the world here, y'know, time keys or something? I'm with Beren - let's follow the spawn of the daelkyr and worry about the sword later." Rokko folds his arms and glares about at his companions.

Rokko gazes at the floating, yelling sword warily. "Um, not sure I have anything for this situation."

Notice the clever edit to preserve the infalliability of the DM

You're the man!

For the DM:

Following Valessa, crossbow locked and loaded, looking for possible traps and hidden assailants. Hide = 17, Move Silently = 18, Spot = 3, Listen = 4, Search = 16.

"We should follow them and maybe try and capture one - they probably know their way around here better than we do, and could help us find what we are looking for."

"Looks like I scared 'em off!"

Crossbow out and loaded.

I'm automatically surprised, as I can't get 22 and I'm not blowing an action point.

Init = 8

"From what I recall of ancient giant culture, the elf corridors were for the servants. Anything significant or intereting will probably be on or near the giant corridors. Maybe"

Is there anything resembling these keys the elf told me about?

Knowledge (History) = 18 + 5 = 23. Knowledge (Arcana) = 15 + 9 = 24.

"Hmmm. Valessa, chaps, it seems to me the Ghorkin is suffering from Charm withdrawal, that is, he has been repeatedly subject to Charm spells and they are wearing off. See, the emotional volatility, the spasms and that strange smell of lemons - first time I've seen it, but it's unmistakable."

"There is something quite sinister here. Ruuz, you and she seemed to get on well. Did you notice anything that you haven't mentioned yet, other than the fact that you wanted to get inside her pants, which we all knew anyway."

"Really? Hey Ruuz, where's your girlfriend?"

"Sheesh. A bad education can really screw up your life, guys. Hit the books!"

Failed my Spot check.

Rokko yells out in Giant:

For those that speak Giant:

"Wha, wha, what?" Rokko staggers up from his bed. "What's going on?"

Time for a snoze, and a bit of study afterwards.

Decipher Script check = 12 + 2 (AP) + 4 = 18

Beren looks down the hallway, then turns back to look at Rokko, "That elf you saw, he give any inclination of where this thing might be? This place is big." With both swords drawn, Beren moves along but stops and crouches along the right wall as darkness encloses the side hallway at the intersection. Looking at Rokko again the Shifter whispers, “Great place for an ambush. Rokko, do your goblin eyes see anything?” Beren then reaches deep within himself and brings forth his ancestry powers once again hoping to detect any type of sneak attack before it occurs.

"Unfortunately not, he didn't mention it."

Do I see anything with my darkvision?

Rokko peers into the unlit corridor to the right using his darkvision. Anything interesting?

Rokko follows after Beren at a safe distance of about 20', crossbow drawn.

"Hmm - I wonder where it was heading? It seemed to be acting intelligently."

Init = 2 + 4 = 6.

Bummer - was she one of the good looking ones?

"Erk! That was, um, nasty. I think we need to stay away from these doors for the time being."

"The key is a construct made of the Tears of the Three Dragons. Yay high," he indicates about one yard, "and half that around. The makers put something inside, I know not what."

"There are many portals here, bound by magic, recite 'I renew my pledge to the Masters of Time' in giant to open them."

"Anyone see anything about that looks like some sort of container? Tears of the three dragons - probably has dragonshards of all three types on it. Hmm, I wonder if it will matter if we prise those off afterwards. Purely in the interests of research, of course, harrumph!"

I seem to have 200xp less than everyone else - did I miss something along the line? I'd quite like to get to level 3. <whine>

Somewhat weirded out, Rokko addresses the elf that so far only he has seen.

"Where is the key? What does it look like? And how much, er, time do we have? And who are you, anyway?"

Turning to his companions, "He says there is a key we must destroy, or the Dragon's Realms will be destroyed. He called me a son of Dhakaan - at least he is polite, unlike some." The last comment aimed roughly in Valessa's direction.

Result 3."Wha'?! There's an old elf guy in there, telling me we have to act quickly. We need to shut down a portal, or we will cease to exist. Or something."

"Beren, I think this place is playing games with time. I think there is only one Valessa - the gods would not be so unkind for there to be two. I suspect you saw an image of Valessa out of its normal time, which is why there seemed to be two - Valessa walking in the door and Valessa looking at the wall. The same Valessa, but at different times. So far the seems to be harmless - like that strange sensation on leaving the room behind us. Hopefully, it will stay a harmless curiosity, but we should be on our guard. Certainly an interesting find, Professor," says Rokko, turning to Ruuz.

"That Elven script says Chamber of Sighs - I wonder what that means?"

Knowledge (Arcana) check = 19 + 8 = 27.

"Indeed Brick, and quite ancient - most of the magic has faded as it isn't anchored in dragonshards."

"And that is a strange emanation in that room. Not quite sure what to make of it" - memo to self: take ranks in Knowledge (The Planes) next level - "but at least it seems to be localised in there."

Knowledge (Arcana) check to be on the safe side: another 19 + 8 = 27. Hoping that these rolls don't desert me when I really need them.

Rokko looks at Jyra and narrows his eyes. Is she sucking up or taking the piss? "Whatever. We need to check this door and take shelter before our flesh-ripping friends return."

Rokko then remembers where he is, returnns to his previous position and starts covering the door again with his crossbow. "I'll buy the lot of them when this is all over, they'll see. No more crap from these guys..." he mutters.

"Yeah, look at him, there's barely a muscle on his body."

"Harrumph!" Rokko stalks over to the second door currently getting scrutiny and folds his arms.

Sense Motive:

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We don't have the DCs for these.

"M'Lady Valessa, I think there is a great deal we can offer each other. Your companions seem to be at no lack for muscle, but wits they carry in rusty buckets. My companions, are exactly the opposite."

"What! How dare you! You are only saying this because I'm a goblin! I don't need some superior academic coming and insulting me as I go about my business! An outrage!" splutters Rokko.

Rokko covers Beren with his crossbow as he listens by the door. Readied action to attack anything coming through.

"Maybe we should check all the doors before deciding which one to take?" Rokko takes a quick look at the other doors.

Are they all similar in design? Do they also have sinister bloody handprints? Also, any evidence of what made the handprint?

Rokko unlimbers and loads his crossbow, and follows after Valessa. "Not too many spells left..."

"I have a spell that will allow us to read the script. Unfortunately, I didn't prepare it today. But if we can secure the spear without sending ourselves insane, we should do so and I will analyse the script tomorrow."

Can't help you on the Planes. Decipher Script aid roll = 10 + 4 = 14. +2 for the changeling by the spear.

"Er, OK - I'm coming down."

Taking 10 on Use Rope = 14. Taking 10 on Climb = 8.

Rokko wanders over to look at the sword. "Hmm, seems like an interesting material..." Knowledge (Arcana) check = 15 + 8 = 23