"Good work Phaumee!" Justin grins at the sight of the large rodent tying up the large lizard.
"You there! What is your name? And what is behind the other door on this landing?" He demands of the prisoner, pointing his thumb at the door behind him.
"Good work Phaumee!" Justin grins at the sight of the large rodent tying up the large lizard.
"You there! What is your name? And what is behind the other door on this landing?" He demands of the prisoner, pointing his thumb at the door behind him.
The bone-bedecked lizard hisses in sibilant Planar Common
"Ach...SSSSS....Those are the quartersssssssss of myssssself and the other lieutenantssss of the Toilmasssster."
- Rd One: K 920+120=1040 M 160
- Rd two K=1040+120=1160 M 160+160=320
- Rd Three: K 1160+120=Portal M 320+160=480
- Distance between: 1200-480=720 ft.
Karrin wipes her mouth clean and looks at the massive puddle of sick.
"Wow that was messy," she says, "that's was a lot of food."
Shes seems somewhat sad at the loss though, and for a brief moment she conciders eating something more to fill the space, but with the nausea still in her system she thinks against it.
"Whoever did that is going to pay," Karrin mutters, "taking slaves is one thing but no one makes me loose a meal . . ."
The bone-bedecked lizard hisses in sibilant Planar Common
"Ach...SSSSS....Those are the quartersssssssss of myssssself and the other lieutenantssss of the Toilmasssster."
Justin grins.
"Perfect. And where does the 'Toilmaster' keep his quarters?"
Justin can see an open portal at the far side of this demiplane, a small silvery wink at the side of the misty blackness that bounds the khaasta's lair. He can also see several khaasta still manning the parapets of the tall tower.
"Perfect. And where does the 'Toilmaster' keep his quarters?"
"SSSSSS .... he dwellssssss in a room behind hisssss throne"
The smell of smoke is starting to become more noticable as the last whiffs of demon funk dissapate.
Merle comes to a stop just at the portal and tries to see if she can spot the fleeing Khassta through it.
Constitution check (for 3rd round of running)
Suddenly realising how much the sprint has taken out of her Merle lets her self collapse to the ground and sits there watching the portal
"Perfect. And where does the 'Toilmaster' keep his quarters?"
"SSSSSS .... he dwellssssss in a room behind hisssss throne"
The smell of smoke is starting to become more noticable as the last whiffs of demon funk dissapate.
Justin sniffs, and face palms himself at the smell of smoke entering.
"Perfect. Phaumee, watch him, don't let him move until I get back! Karrin, Draz, Beth! If your done decorating the floor I need you up here!" He shouts as he pulls out a scroll with one hand and a vial with the other.
"Follow me up the stairs! There's a large room with a lot of plants, and a throne. I think there's still some 'pets' alive up there, so cover my back! I'm going to find this Toilmaster's room before the tower burns down around us!" Justin shouts, then drinks his potion in one gulp, then tosses the vial over his shoulder and reads his scroll.
The letters flare briefly into flame, leaving the parchment untouched, as the magic is consumed and takes effect. Justin turns and runs back the way he came, his movements a blur of speed.
Merle comes to a stop just at the portal and tries to see if she can spot the fleeing Khassta through it.
Constitution check (for 3rd round of running)
1d20 + 2
Suddenly realising how much the sprint has taken out of her Merle lets her self collapse to the ground and sits there watching the portal
Isaac trots over to Merle where she sits in front of the portal.
"You all right, cutter? Yeh look peaked. Reckon that lizard gave us the laugh, eh?"He peers into the portal, on the off chance the invisibility's let up.
"Well, we got bigger things to fret about, eh? Let's get back 'fore Justin or Ekuur get it in their brainboxes to light the whole damn berg up, eh?"
The letters flare briefly into flame, leaving the parchment untouched, as the magic is consumed and takes effect. Justin turns and runs back the way he came, his movements a blur of speed.
Justin retreats back up the stairs, a blur of motion. He emerges back at the throne room. The air is heavy with choking smoke, and the wooden ceiling 20 feet above his head has runnels of fire snaking across it. Te hatchway he burned through earlier is an inferno now, and he can hear the occasional *wham* as something explodes on the upper floor
Merle comes to a stop just at the portal and tries to see if she can spot the fleeing Khassta through it.
Constitution check (for 3rd round of running)
1d20 + 2
Suddenly realising how much the sprint has taken out of her Merle lets her self collapse to the ground and sits there watching the portal
Merle can see the robed khaasta shoot through the silvery portal. She gets a quick glimpse of the wood declivity where they originally entered the demiplane, then the portal resumes its silvery, shimmery sheen
"Ah......Dammit" Merle lets out "For an oversized lizard he was surprisingly spry."
"Ah......Dammit" Merle lets out "For an oversized lizard he was surprisingly spry."
"He was. And you certainly tried. All we can do now is hope that we run into him again sometime. But in the meantime, Isaac's right. We should go and make sure that the rest of the group doesn't do something horribly drastic," she said with a timid smile.
"He was. And you certainly tried. All we can do now is hope that we run into him again sometime. But in the meantime, Isaac's right. We should go and make sure that the rest of the group doesn't do something horribly drastic," she said with a timid smile.
"Sure" Merle replies standing and dusting herself off ".....Although it may be a bit late for that."
She looked back at the tower and shook her head.
"Yes. Justin." she added, as if that explained everything, which it pretty well did.
Merle simply nods and begins to head back to the tower.
Isaac walks quietly with Merle and Nari back toward the flaming tower.
"On the plus side, they'll never call kip in this burg again. A tower's pretty sodding useless without a top.."
Justin retreats back up the stairs, a blur of motion. He emerges back at the throne room. The air is heavy with choking smoke, and the wooden ceiling 20 feet above his head has runnels of fire snaking across it. Te hatchway he burned through earlier is an inferno now, and he can hear the occasional *wham* as something explodes on the upper floor
<Cough*Cough> "Perfect. It's not my fault!" Justin complains to whatever powers may be listening. He takes a gulp of fresh(er) air from the stairway and dashes to the throne, looking for the entrance to the room behind it.
1d20+7
Justin inhales a large quantity of air and runs through the smoke to the throne. It is an ornately-carved chair, somehow looking like a piece from some culture other than khaatsa (one that liked unicorns, since they are festooned all over the huge chair). It sits on a small dias, and behind it is an untitdy pile of what can only be called loot: Paintings, sculptures, rugs and various bric-a-brac all piled in one big tangle. There is a small door in the wall behind the throne as well.
Justin also spots something odd while running past the throne. One section of one arm looks somehow ... shinier ... than the other, as if worn more.
The folks that chased down the robed khaasta look back to see a pall of black smoke issuing from the tower's top. Orange flames lick from the small windows.
Merle begins to pick up the pace "I don't suppose either of you have any idea how to put the fire out?" She asks Nari and Isaac
Isaac shakes his head and pulls his handkerchief around his mouth and nose again, in anticipation of smoke in the tower.
"Magic's yer department, cutters. All I can think is we just bob what we can, find this stolen beauty and let it burn."
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'Hullo! What's this?!?' Justin thinks as he notices the well-worn arm of the throne. He glances quickly to the small door behind the pile of 'loot', then back to the throne arm.
'Now. If I were a second-rate sorcerer with an artifact and a penchant for stealing beauty, where would I hide my GOOD toys? Hm. I'll take 'Egotistical Armchair #1' for the win!'
Justin swings back around to the chair. He promptly sits in it. He takes his hand and places it on the shinier arm. He rubs it briskly.
"C'mon! 'Open Sesame' you renegade from a Princesses' Playroom!" Justin shouts in frustration.
"Oh Cr<Cough*COUGH>"
Isaac shakes his head and pulls his handkerchief around his mouth and nose again, in anticipation of smoke in the tower.
"Magic's yer department, cutters. All I can think is we just bob what we can, find this stolen beauty and let it burn."
"Sorry, best I can do is reduce the wind around it so it burns more slowly."
Taking a deep breath of the smokey air, Ekuur suddenly feels invigorated and refreshed after the earlier nausea. He frowns a bit at Isaac, "Just because I follow the Sacred Flame does not make me an arsonist. Fire is a cleanser, which clears death away so that life may flourish. Of course, it can also clear away the taint of foul creatures such as these, so perhaps letting the conflagration proceed is best."
He sighs some, though, and continues, "Of course, it will also hinder our search not to find this artifact, and so ..." Ekuur begins casting create water in an effort to contain (but not put out completely) the fire for the moment. "I will try and contain the fire for now; once we have found what we came for, I will allow it to resume it's holy work."
"Oh Cr<Cough*COUGH>"
As the thick acrid smoke begins to make Justin hack uncontrollably, he manages to see a small button hidden near the worn area. He presses it, and the polished section slides back into the chair arm with a faint *snick* sound. There is a small hidden chamber in the throne arm: Inside is an ancient looking metal rod, possibly bronze. It looks like a mace shaft without the head. One end is covered with a black rubbery coating. Arcane runes twist down the rod, faded and blurred with the passsage of time like an old coin.
Justin's joy is tempered by his coughing jag. He looks through the stinging acrid cloud for an exit.
Taking a deep breath of the smokey air, Ekuur suddenly feels invigorated and refreshed after the earlier nausea. He frowns a bit at Isaac, "Just because I follow the Sacred Flame does not make me an arsonist. Fire is a cleanser, which clears death away so that life may flourish. Of course, it can also clear away the taint of foul creatures such as these, so perhaps letting the conflagration proceed is best."
He sighs some, though, and continues, "Of course, it will also hinder our search not to find this artifact, and so ..." Ekuur begins casting create water in an effort to contain (but not put out completely) the fire for the moment. "I will try and contain the fire for now; once we have found what we came for, I will allow it to resume it's holy work."
Bethany chirps up:
"I have these potions here from that rock we conquered in the Elemental Plane of Fire"
She brandishes a blue fizzy potion wrappped in a fine metal mesh
Taking a deep breath of the smokey air, Ekuur suddenly feels invigorated and refreshed after the earlier nausea. He frowns a bit at Isaac, "Just because I follow the Sacred Flame does not make me an arsonist. Fire is a cleanser, which clears death away so that life may flourish. Of course, it can also clear away the taint of foul creatures such as these, so perhaps letting the conflagration proceed is best."
He sighs some, though, and continues, "Of course, it will also hinder our search not to find this artifact, and so ..." Ekuur begins casting create water in an effort to contain (but not put out completely) the fire for the moment. "I will try and contain the fire for now; once we have found what we came for, I will allow it to resume it's holy work."
Isaac holds up his hands in a placating gesture.
"No offense meant, cutter. Just a little josh, all affectionate-like. Though ye have to admit, yeh get this... gleam in yer eye when somethin's burning..."
Fortitude for smoke inhalation, if necessary:
"Let's take a quick scan an' give this rat trap the laugh. Let's bring our prisoner outside, too, eh? Gotta find out where they store the beauty before they sell it, so's we can get those poor sods in the pens all ship-shape."
The half-elf takes a quick look through the bodies for anything of interest, particularly for a key to the slave pens.
Perception:
Fortitude for smoke inhalation, if necessary: 1d20+6
"Let's take a quick scan an' give this rat trap the laugh. Let's bring our prisoner outside, too, eh? Gotta find out where they store the beauty before they sell it, so's we can get those poor sods in the pens all ship-shape."
The half-elf takes a quick look through the bodies for anything of interest, particularly for a key to the slave pens.
Perception: 1d20+15
Issac notes a large keyring full of big keys among the items stripped from the prisoner by Phaumee. There is also a potion, a scroll tube , and a ring among the bric-a-brac.
Taking a deep breath of the smokey air, Ekuur suddenly feels invigorated and refreshed after the earlier nausea. He frowns a bit at Isaac, "Just because I follow the Sacred Flame does not make me an arsonist. Fire is a cleanser, which clears death away so that life may flourish. Of course, it can also clear away the taint of foul creatures such as these, so perhaps letting the conflagration proceed is best."
He sighs some, though, and continues, "Of course, it will also hinder our search not to find this artifact, and so ..." Ekuur begins casting create water in an effort to contain (but not put out completely) the fire for the moment. "I will try and contain the fire for now; once we have found what we came for, I will allow it to resume it's holy work."
Bethany chirps up:
"I have these potions here from that rock we conquered in the Elemental Plane of Fire"
She brandishes a blue fizzy potion wrappped in a fine metal mesh
Betheny uses the potions on the fire (Mostly aiming to neutralise parts of the fire in such away so that Ekuur can get close enough to use create water)
Betheny uses the potions on the fire (Mostly aiming to neutralise parts of the fire in such away so that Ekuur can get close enough to use create water)
Betheny uses the potions on the fire (Mostly aiming to neutralise parts of the fire in such away so that Ekuur can get close enough to use create water)
Merle herself decides to try something pointing at a smaller part of the fire she attempts a ray of frost on it
"I can also provide resistance to the flames if anyone needs to enter the fire to search for the artifact."
"I can also provide resistance to the flames if anyone needs to enter the fire to search for the artifact."
WATER BOMB STATS:
Isaac gathers up the prisoner's items and sets them aside in a pouch for later examination. He keeps the ring of keys out and fishes out the chain holding his gem of smithing inside his pocket.
"I can handle some fire myself, cutter, if yeh need a hand 'n Beth tumbles to spreadin' out them water bombs. Or I can loan it to ye, Ekuur. Won't need to spend them spells. Otherwise, I'll let the slaves loose, maybe have a scan in the other case for some grub. Poor sods could put a Dustie to shame they look so skeletal."
Bethany flies up and chucks the potions into the inferno raging around the hatchway Justin had earlier climbed down. There is a sustained hissing as the four potions erupt. Those watching below gape as fountains of water come rushing out of the windows of the top floor.
Meanwhile, in the jungle room...
...As Justin prepares to try and depart the smoky scene he hears a rumble from up above ...
Isaac gathers up the prisoner's items and sets them aside in a pouch for later examination. He keeps the ring of keys out and fishes out the chain holding his gem of smithing inside his pocket.
As Issac collects the items, Chee Chowk comes scampering from where he was hiding and scrambles to his perch on Issac's shoulder. He grins a little sheepishly at Issac's askance look.
Justin grins as the throne's arm slides open to reveal it's prize! Without hesitation he reaches in, grabs the brassy rod, and takes it from it's resting place. He shoves it into the deep, inside coat pocket that also holds the wand taken from upstairs.
Coughing in short, shallow breaths he hopes will prevent him from breathing in too much smoke, Justin gives a swift glance at the small doorway behind the throne. He shakes his head in frustration.
"<Cough> Gotta remember. Pillage, THEN burn!" He grumbles as he gets up from the throne. He leans forward in anticipation of his speed spell kicking in. Then he stops and looks up at a roaring sound getting louder, and closer.
"Aw, No. They didn't! Oh Yes they did!" Justin turns to flee,...
;P
Merle approaches the tower to try her ray of frost plan until a fountain of water erupts out a tower window drenching her through to the bone "I hate wizards." she mutters to herself as water drips from her clothes and fur.
Nari looks around and does a quick head count. And again. Still coming up short.
"Ekuur, where's Justin?"
Nari looks around and does a quick head count. And again. Still coming up short.
"Ekuur, where's Justin?"
Ekuur looks around. "I am unsure. Did he not enter the tower a different way?"
Realizing the mage may be higher up, Ekuur manifests specified energy adaptation (fire) on himself and tries to make his way up the tower stairs. "Isaac, thank you for the offer of the gem, but I don't need spells, either," he yells as he goes.
"But...he was just up on...the...landing, oh, crap. He's still in there."
;P
Justin hacks uncontrollably, his lungs burning from the acrid smoke. He feels woozy as the smoke surrounds him
Suddenly a blast of cold water comes streaming out of the landing Justin had blasted from the top floor earlier, hosing the tower stairway in a massive icy torrent. Justin's breathing is helped by the sudden circulation of non-smoky air brought with this torrent. For a moment he sighs in relief, until he hears an ominous groan above him. Small streams of water start apearing above his head as the ceiling starts to buckle from the combined weight of 30,000 gallons of Elemental Water poured into the floor above. A heavy flow of water starts swirling through the potted jungle plants, sweeping many of them down.
Nari looks around and does a quick head count. And again. Still coming up short.
"Ekuur, where's Justin?"
Ekuur looks around. "I am unsure. Did he not enter the tower a different way?"
Realizing the mage may be higher up, Ekuur manifests specified energy adaptation (fire) on himself and tries to make his way up the tower stairs. "Isaac, thank you for the offer of the gem, but I don't need spells, either," he yells as he goes.
Ekuur starts running up the stairs after Justin. The air is thick with smoke. As he runs up past the second floor, he suddenly hears an ominous rumble. Water, thousands of gallons of it, start hosing down the stairway from above.