The little gnome nimbly dodges the caltrops. He touches his friend Ozmund healing him slightly.
Kelgan gives a high-pitched howl and a low gravelly curse as the caltrops do their work.
Despite his own pain, Kelgan does his best to cover the elf with his shield.
Crom ducks underneath Ozmunds disk of force. "Bloody elves!"
Before getting too close to the elves above, Mit'l channels ...
aaaand, again ...
As Mit'l channels again, some smaller metal plates, pots and cutlery descend in a lethal barrage. The objects continuing their descent of over 800' seem to be dangerous as they pelt the group again.
The elf girl lies motionless as she is struck by a barrage of what appears to be a part of two field mess kits.
Morgan barely manages to knock a second barrage of camping equipment aside with her buckler.
"Drag her under the disk," she shouts, nodding toward the elf. " These sons'a doxies are gonna end up killin' her!"
Dodging the missiles Lorcan pulls and reads a scroll of shield.
"Thanks for the shield ... at least when she dies we can hold her above us!"
Mit'l times a bless to go off when we near the top.
Holding his shield over the elf, Kelgan is struck himself.
The last iron pot clangs heavily on the dwarf's helmet, and he tumbles to the floor of the elevator.
Reflex 1:
Reflex 1:
Ozmund also removes a scroll and reads its contents. Another shield-like barrier hovers over the heads of the party, hopefully creating a barrier to stop the rain of debris on them.
Second wave
"This is bloody ridiculous!"
Crom huddles under his shield, plotting his vengeance.
The elevator is almost flush with the wall to avoid mishaps.
A barrage of 12 wine bottles impacts shattering the area with glass as the elevator is about a third of the way up.
Morgan snarls as fragments of shattering class cut her skin.
"Bloody Beasts of the Abyss. I am going to gut them!"
Ah, here is the wine we needed.
Dodging the best he can Lorcan still gets hit with shattering glass. He uses his Heavenly Fire ability on himself to heal some of the damage.
Crom nimbly dodges the falling bottles. A flashes a vulgar gesture at the elves.
before the second drop:
Stabilizing check
now at -6. No reflex save for the unconscious, I believe, so that puts Kelgan at -24 and really most completely dead.
Feel free to check my math...
wave 3
"M'til, can you channel anymore?!", shouts Horster, seeing Kelgan badly cut up.
You figure your climbing would be much slower than the magical elevator.
Crom gives the elf and gnome a vulgar gesture, and they drop another dozen wine bottles down the shaft. "I guess working together is not possible."the dark elf say. After the last volley, there is quiet for the last minute as the elevator rises.
As the elevator arrives at the top, a single bottle is on its side. It probably rolled aside rather than make it down the well.
You consider a retreat to the magic chapel where Lorcan was raised.
As the elevator comes to a stop, Morgan lowers her shield. Her hand clenches white on the hilt of her sword. She is covered in bloody gashes and drenched in wine. She shakes visibly; either from the wine burning her wounds, or from sheer rage is unclear.
You backstabbin' pointy-eared, mushroom-lickin'...
So, the battered dwarf wanderer does indeed take the pelting from the second round of dropped objects, putting him in line for the Boneyard.
"I'm all ..."
"... out of any ..."
"...channels!", yells Mit'l as he gazes up and dances from side to side.
Mit'l dodges the falling debris. He looks around to see who is critical casting cure light wounds instead of bless if it looks necessary.
Lorcan is blasted with flying glass and takes a direct hit to the head. He falls bleeding.
Horster bends down over Kelgan, closing the dwarf's eyes with a bloody hand. After a moment's silence, he drags the body off the lift and proceeds to go through his pockets...
Crom staggers under the blow of the last bottle, but remains standing.
"Kelgan, my friend ... may you walk with the gods."
Having retrieved an intact wine bottle, you take the elevator back down. Some are injured, but you have the wand of healing.
Two are lost, the elven girl was unable to dodge the attack. All elves are not nimble it turns out.
The wine bottle would surely help out. When poured into the mouth, the statue says "GrapeMash!!" and a portcullis opens. It is the portal to the south.
Reflex Save:
Reflex Save:
Climbing out from under the layers of magic, Ozmund shakes the shards of glass from his robe and sadly moves off with the others.
On the elevator ride back down, Crom binds his wounds. "Mit'l, can you use the wand to heal us?"
Upon seeing the open portcullis, Crom boldly steps through into the corridor beyond.
There are three alcoves with an archway labeled one, two and three to step through as well as the way back.
Crom looks back at the others and shrugs, "One is as good as the others."
He steps through archway number one.
"We should get ourselves patched-up, Crom, or we will be joining Kelgan in the Boneyard," Morgan says, her voice tinged with sadness.
She clears her throat and addresses the group. "Can anyone work that wand?"
Mit'l steps forward to use the wand.
Everyone heal yourselves up.
Crom basks in the warm light of the wand as it heals his wounds.
The healing of the wand is used to fix up wounds before you step in the alcove with three numbered arches, one to three.
Unsure how to proceed, you withdraw to the main room.
Morgan takes a few moments to carefully examine the floor before each arch, looking for signs of recent passage.
Crom will step into each alcove and will search it for secret doors.
Each alcove seems to have a magic barrier like the ones that have teleported you before. No tracks are found, the place has not been disturbed for days.
Crom considers walking through a magic alcove most probably triggering teleportation magic.
Crom closes his eyes and steps through number one.
Thinking he party is better off together than separated Lorcan follows Crom, motioning for the other to do likewise.
With a sigh of resignation, Morgan follows Lorcan through the arch.
To Morgan as she passes through, "Uh ... poke your head back out here if you aren't dead after going through ..."
Mit'l waits until someone pokes there head back out before following them in.
Mit'l awaits.