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Allarnon's eyes flicker open. His vision wavers as he sees the dragon nearly toppled on top of him and demons all about the room. Everyone is wounded and in trouble.
His voice cracks in pain as he screams. TARKIR! TAKE OUT THAT RED BASTARD!
Hearing his name Tarkir charges blindly at the red demon and bites at it's arm with a deafening roar in the confined chamber.
Using Lief as cover Allarnon uses his longspear to stand. Digging deep he thrusts his cold iron spear past Lief at the blue demon.
Allarnon nearly falls back down as his spear drags across the wall near Lief's shoulder.
Allarnon-Human Form (AC 19; fatigued) [+5 Armor;
Tarkir (AC 21) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 29/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
"Dimitrio, really! I thought you were going to move up, after you healed Allarnon! All your work, and for nothing, if he decided to get up while the babau breathed down his neck!"
Dimitrio scoffed at Lief's remarks, "Going one-on-one against a demon while one is severely injured is stupid. My mama didn't raise no stupid boys, Lief."
He continued, "We need to take these demons out one by one. I'll be right there..."
"My mama didn't raise no stupid boys, Lief."
Lief bites his tongue.
Ederin hunkers down and waits for the worst. Allarnon stands, picks up his spear, and commands Tarkir to attack - and he hits (Tarkir not Allarnon)! Dimitrio moves up and finishes green. Lief crits again, but does not drop it though he does step in the way of blue. Kaylayne tries a few stones, provoking, but doesn’t like the weight of any of them and fails to connect.
And I think, with that, Kaylayne takes a nap and collapses in the corner.
Red steps back and attacks Tarkir.
Blue steps back, looks at the scene, and teleports away laughing at the heavily injured Red as he does so...
Dimitrio gasps as Layne is dropped, "Layne?"
He then goes towards the only demon remaining, murder in his eyes.
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HP 33/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
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Tarkir keeps after the severely injured demon. Leaping forward he pounces onto the demon and biting and clawing at it.
Seeing the red demon vanish Allarnon breathes a sigh of relief. Spinning around he jabs his longspear at the red demon, circling it with Tarkir.
"You have nowhere left to run." He says laboriously.
Allarnon-Human Form (AC 19; fatigued) [+5 Armor; +1 +2 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 5/77 +0 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 9/14; Resist Energy (Acid 10))
Tarkir (AC 21) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 5/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Allarnon beats Dimitrio to Red, and finishes him with the help of Tarkir.
The dragon and both remaining demons are down, some bleeding, some stable, but we're out of combat.
Please be mindful of the passage of time, but go ahead and do a minute or two worth of stuff.
Kaylayne takes a moment to drool on the floor, bleeding to boot.
Con vs. DC 10
Nearing the edge of conciousness Ederin taps himself with his wand and rushes to Kay to do the same. He then runs a hand along his sash and looks at everyone else. "I've got some fruit if anyone needs some healing but it ain't gonna do much."
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Allarnon drops down and digs through his back, producing two wands. One nearly expended and one half full.
"Use These!" He holds them out after tapping himself and Tarkir a few times.
Barely catching his breath Allarnon hurls the expended wand to the ground. Grabbing the second wand he continues to rub the wand along his own wounds.
Allarnon rolls the wand to the others. "Me and Tark could use a bit of your fruit it seems." His body begins to twist and contort as his skin rips and tears from his body, leaving behind a massive amount of fur as Allarnon resumes his bear shape. "I will need a bit of help strapping my armor on, but we need to be quick about it.
Allarnon nudges Kaylayne with his nose. "Sorry I couldn't protect you better. The dragon it..... it caught me off guard. I have never seen one so close before and was in a bad spot." He looks down sullen and in shame. "There were too many of them....."
Reminder, the priestess had a scroll (haste), a potion (Cure Moderate - but I think Kaylayne picked it up) and a wand (False Life - Kaylayne picked it up).
The Dragon has but one possession. A belt of Dexterity +2. Well more of a leather strap around his midsection but it'll shrink to fit. :)
The demons had nothing of value to you. Just to spite you.
Kaylayne groggily gets up and picks up her wand as she does. She activates it immediately in case they are attacked again. She looks around at the carnage.
False Life (17/19)
"Thanks Ederin," Kaylayne says, never having been so close to death before. "I can't believe they had a dragon, an *actual* dragon in the closet waiting for us. I don't know how we could have known about that."
She takes the offered wand of healing and uses 7 charges.
healing
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healing
Kaylayne offers the wand around.
"I didn't think we'd need more healing, but also I didn't expect to be here in this shadow land without preparation," Kaylayne says, shooting a glance at Lief. "But we're here and should make the best of it...and and least end as many of these dark elves as we can before our resources run out."
Glad Layne, and everyone else was back on their feet, the bard took his turn with the wand.
, 7 charges used
Stretching his muscles he looked at the dead dragon, "Never in my life would I have thought that I would be part of this. If the Carini's could see me now."
He then inspected the magical bel, "This is just what I need but I understand it's also what other people need as well. I just want to make known my desire for this but I won't die if I don't have it."
Looking at the door with the dragon was, "Do you think there is a hoard here somewhere? isn't that what dragons have?'
HP 60/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
As Dimitrio and Kay use what's left of the party wands Ederin looks on and tries to ignore his battered body. He looks at Al and shrugs apologetically.
"Sorry big guy but it looks like I might need these the most, didnt realize we still had your wands too."
Ederin takes out two large fruits and eats them as fast as he can. He holds up the last one and looks at Lief. "You need any healin' kid? Think fast or I'm eatin' this one too."
Lief studies all his companions, frustrated at the injuries. The depth of the injuries.
"I can't believe they had a dragon, an *actual* dragon in the closet waiting for us. I don't know how we could have known about that."
Lief remembers the dragon. He turns back and looks it over its corpse, lifting its lips to observe the teeth, brushing its head in a petting gesture that involves a lingering caution and reverence.
"You need any healin' kid? Think fast or I'm eatin' this one too."
Lief shakes his head, knowing Ederin is more deeply injured, from the patterned blood on his sleeve, and his labored breath. "Looks like we're ready then? To push on?" Instead of heading through the broken door, he decides to open unknown doors behind them, first.
Kaylayne offers the wand of false life around with instructions on how to use it, if they are capable.
"It won't bind your wounds, but will give you a feeling of being healed. It helps. It's not perfect, but better than walking around wounded," Kaylayne says.
Retry?
Yes, but if you ever roll a natural 1 while attempting to activate an item and you fail, then you can't try to activate that item again for 24 hours.
Kaylayne searches again for a bit more healing, then goes to check on the elves Lief (may have) mentioned.
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Allarnon and Tarkir each take a charge of the temporary healing. "You're right. This just seems to barely holds the wounds together. Doesn't feel natural..."
Allarnon takes a few final charges to take care of some of the more grievous wounds before following Lief to the door.
Tarkir (AC 21) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 41/48; +6 Temp HP | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
The elves (in the NE tower) are in worse shape than the party. It's clear they've been tortured, but it doesn't seem to be for any answers, rather just because the torturers enjoyed it. Most of the elves are dead, but two are still clinging to life.
Even if you had healing, it is clear from their injuries they need more than that. Restoration, healing, and maybe more is needed before they're walking on their own two feet again.
Lief opens the door to the Northwest and sees another tower. However this one is occupied not only by one lone elf (Is that Kaerishiel ?) but also a few troglodytes, including one particularly large one. He holds the elf by the throat and squawks, "Hold it right there. This one is not yet dead, and if you want to save his life, you'll make me a promise."
"Me and mine go free, we walk out of here, and you can have this one - safe and sound. Well, not sound, but alive anyway." he shakes him to show he's still alive, though clearly not doing well.
If there is more healing, Lief gratefully accepts it from Allarnon.
He accepts the use of the strange wand's power from Kaylayne.
"Me and mine go free, we walk out of here, and you can have this one - safe and sound. Well, not sound, but alive anyway."
Lief concurs. "We know there are drow about, and we can't have you supporting them. Where will you go if we agree to let you pass?"
Lief concurs. "We know there are drow about, and we can't have you supporting them. Where will you go if we agree to let you pass?"
"Yeah, given the choice we'd rather not kill you, but we can't have you aiding 'them'. In fact, I'm inclined to let you go, if you'll tell what you know of what to expect from them," Kaylayne agrees.
Lief concurs. "We know there are drow about, and we can't have you supporting them. Where will you go if we agree to let you pass?"
"Where we go and what we do is our own concern, but we will not work for the drow here any further. Agreed. Now let us pass."
He holds up the elf again, showing off his bargaining chip.
"Yeah, given the choice we'd rather not kill you, but we can't have you aiding 'them'. In fact, I'm inclined to let you go, if you'll tell what you know of what to expect from them," Kaylayne agrees.
”I’ll not betray the drow, you’re on your own there. My deal is for the life of this elf, and you seem to be quibbling.”
He straightens up, and Kaerishiel moans in pain from the moving about. ”What’s your decision?”
"We're on edge, is all. Release him, and go. You'll not find fight in us right now. If we see you again, we can not promise peace."
Kaylayne looks to see if Dimi, Allarnon, or Ederin are going to speak.
Kaylayne looks to see if Dimi, Allarnon, or Ederin are going to speak.
Dimitrio took a look at the wand, "We need all the help we can get."
He then proceeded to activate the thing on him, succeeding after a couple of tries.
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BTW, my '+1' in the previous post was meant to sat that I would also give up two healing wand charges so they can be used for someone more in need if anyone wants them.
Please tell me how all of this works out. Below is Dimitrio's hit points WITH the false life and WITH all the healing wands charges applied to him. I'll subtract the last 2 charges if someone else takes them.
HP 60/67 + 11 temporary
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
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Allarnon growls low under his breath. "Don't hurt the elf, we jest wanna talk for now. Who are you and why are you running from the drow? "
His fur bristles. If we let him go will he kill more elves than just this one? What if he is the general we are looking for and supposed to take care of?
His fur cracks with dried blood, mostly his own and small patches melted by the acid, though it is healed it still crinkles and left a scar of bald patches within.
Tarkir (AC 21) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 29/48; +6 Temp HP | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Allarnon growls low under his breath. "Don't hurt the elf, we jest wanna talk for now. Who are you and why are you running from the drow? "
"Knowing a bit about what's upstairs, I don't wanna talk. The deal is the elf for me and mine. I figure he's some sort of general and worth the lot of us. But if you'd rather I snap his neck now, please, let's talk."
He begins to edge his way to the door. Assuming the party gets out of his way, he and the other trogs make their way to the outer door.
If unstopped, he un-ceremonially dumps Kaerishiel in the doorway as he and his minions flee to the east and south around the building and out of site. You don't think they're running to a back door, just getting out of line of sight as quickly as possible...
...Kaerishiel begins bleeding anew and slips closer to death from his most recent ordeal.
Knowing the fight may not be totally over, Ederin takes two more hits of the wand, then picks his bow back up.
He watches as the drows retreat, the finger on his bow string itching to loose, but part of him holds back, hoping that if they save the elf, he may know how to get them out of this realm. "What's upstairs?" he growls when the drow hints that more may be awaiting them.
Once the Elf is deposited on the ground Ederin cautiously approaches and forces one of his smaller fruits into the archers mouth, stopping the blood flow, but probably not waking the man up.
Kaylayne lets the lizards go, going to Kaerishiel instead. She helps Ederin stuff a mango down the elf's throat, hopeful the healing might be enough to awaken the elf.
"C'mon, don't die. You can survive this. You can help us survive," Kaylayne says to elf.
Relieved to see the trogs scoot, Lief watches the others sort out the healing, getting ready to move on... or not.
"We're going to need to bring the three elves together, before we consider opening more doors." He points back and forth between the two front rooms. Presuming their rescues are clumped together, Lief checks the next door for signs of daemonkind, unhappy for spontaneously-appearing threats to their already-gimped health.
He waits for the others before opening the door, of course.
Dimitrio adjusts his armor and clothes as he waits for the doors to open.
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HP 50 (61)/67 (11 temporary)
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
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Allarnon growls as the elf rushes past him, though he does as agreed and shows him no ill will. Not like he would have got the same treatment.
He hovers over Kaerishiel as Kaylayne shoves the fruit in his mouth. He gonna be alright?
"We're going to need to bring the three elves together, before we consider opening more doors."
Agreed. Finish clearing out the drow and I should be able to carry the wounded on my back to get out of here.
Kaerishiel’s breathing evens out and he seems at rest, but certainly not awake. Thanks to the fruit, he’ll live. You put him with the other elves - equally passed out - and hope he'll be OK for now. Certainly can't carry him around into combat anyway...
Meanwhile, Lief opens the next door. The far wall of this small chamber is covered by a massive chart showing thousands of stars. Over two dozen small pins have been driven into the map, plotting a course through the heavens. On the floor in front of the chart is a pile of discarded papers.
Further to the south through an archway, a large table sits in the center of this cramped chamber. Atop the table is a large, illuminated book, written in the script of the elves. It is a 'local' text, a little hard to read, but clear enough.
The book sitting on the table contains many of the secret astronomical discoveries made by the elves over the years. Of particular note are the several recent entries that speak to the impending disaster. They spell out in great detail the devastation that is to come, predicting the fall of Thassilon and Azlant, the forming of the Inner Sea, and the Age of Darkness that will follow.
The book goes on to discuss, in no uncertain terms, that this apocalypse has been brought down upon the world by very powerful magic. The last note included in the book mentions that if more time were available, it might even be possible to stop the apocalypse, but only if the site of the original weaving of the magic were known. A footnote concludes the book: “Even if there were time to save this world, I doubt Azlant deserves such a mercy - they bring this doom upon themselves.”
Kaylayne (presumably) listens to Lief's interpretation of the text. She shrugs.
"We're in quite the f~&%storm. Damnit. We shouldn't have rushed into this. I feel it in my bones. Damnit," Kaylayne says, uncertain that she's not doomed like everyone and everything else in this shadow realm.
"Them Azlant and us both. We both brought this upon ourselves."
Kaylayne glowering at her toes, has nothing more to say on the matter. She gives a quick look around the room she's in (on the map), and is ready to move on.
Perception
Seeing nothing particularly special in this room Ederin sighs and squeezes passed the dragon corpse to inspect the door on the far side of that hall. As he nears the door he softens his steps and keeps his senses sharp, looking out for tracks, traps, and trying to hear anything on the other side.
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"We're in quite the f$%@storm. Damnit. We shouldn't have rushed into this. I feel it in my bones. Damnit,"
"It seems so. We are severely injured and unable to stay here to lick our wounds without this apocalypse happening....." Allarnon lets out a sigh.
Back down on all fours he nudges Tarkir with his nose and saunters off after Ederin as he sees the man stalking off alone.
Best to make sure this little cub doesn't get into trouble.
Kaylayne finds nothing else of particular interest in the eastern chambers, though they are quite beautiful in a dim sort of way...
Ederin too hears nothing, and senses no traps. In fact the door is ever so slightly ajar, though not open enough for him to see to the other side, certainly open enough to hear well.
Wait, was that a rustling? Nope. Nothing.
Kaylayne goes to find Ederin, asking her other self to lift her as she awaits the doors to be opened.
Ed stays where he is but motions to Allarnon.
"Go ahead big guy, open the door. I'll keep my bow ready for anything that comes out."
This vast chamber has forty foot high ceilings. The far side of the room contains a ten foot high balcony before a set of immense glass windows that look out upon a gloomy dark forest. Opposite this, three one foot tall risers ascend to a pair of dull silvery doors on which images of planets and stars are carved. There are also smaller doors presumably leading to two more tower chambers. More prisons?
At the top of the balcony, a sort of nest can be seen - the lair of a dragon. Sadly, this particular lair has seen better days, though there is an item here of great value to the party. Mixed in with a +1 mithral shirt, a +1 keen composite longbow (+2 str), is a wand of cure moderate wounds with 18 charges remaining. You also find Kaerishiel’s gear here.
Kaerishiel’s gear includes +1 flaming arrows (x6), potion of cure moderate wounds, +1 composite longbow (+1), and assorted lesser things.
Remember, even if you heal Kaerishiel’s injuries he will still not be able to fight without restoration of some sort.
Lief squirrels away yet another book, unsure of its ability to cross over to their present, should they ever get back. He does try and put to memory the history that precedes the first Age of Darkness, nonetheless.
Site of the original weaving... sight of the original weaving... sight of the original weaving...
He catches up with the others as they continue to press on through the Observatory. 3 floors? 4 floors? Still have Nolveniss in here... somewhere...
"We're in quite the f##@storm. Damnit. We shouldn't have rushed into this. I feel it in my bones. Damnit. Them Azlant and us both. We both brought this upon ourselves."
"Kaylayne, your negativity knows no bounds, does it? Your doomsaying is unproductive, and inaccurate. If you want to give up, don't try to demoralize the rest of us while you do. Kaerishiel is still alive, and we still have a shot at getting out of here, if you can keep your head on your shoulders, and we can locate Nolveniss. He is key."
Lief readies to follow Allarnon through the doors. He strains to hear anything beyond the door that might dissuade them from quick forward ho.
As they gather the useful items, Lief smirks as they trip across another healing wand. "Well, that couldn't have been better timed..."
When the others are ready, Lief checks both unopened doors, seeking the means of accessing the higher floors...
Kaylayne almost squeals with delight as the contents of the room are revealed to her arcane delvings. Not that she's very arcane, but her spiritual side had been useful in unlocking many secrets of recent.
"Kaylayne, your negativity knows no bounds, does it? Your doomsaying is unproductive, and inaccurate. If you want to give up, don't try to demoralize the rest of us while you do. Kaerishiel is still alive, and we still have a shot at getting out of here, if you can keep your head on your shoulders, and we can locate Nolveniss. He is key."
"Yes," Kaylayne replies dryly, "heaven forbid we should look how we might have improved upon our situation. No, let us not reflect on what might be better, let's continue to rush headlong into every dark portal and open every dragon's door. That is a good idea, Lief, because nothing can go wrong."
Kaylayne holds up the wand, the wand that might save their lives and offers healing to those who wish it.
healing - Kay
Dimitrio looks at his wounds again and decides to heal himself some more. "Better now than with a demon breathing down my neck."
Looking at the loot they had found, he exclaims, "What about the gloves? Am I keeping those or does someone want them?"
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HP 65 (76)/67 (11 temporary)
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
"What gloves, Dimitrio? You were talking about the belt just moments ago. Hurry and don it, so we can continue here."
"What gloves, Dimitrio? You were talking about the belt just moments ago. Hurry and don it, so we can continue here."
"Yes, the belt the dragon had. That's what I am talking about."
The bard then switched out the belt and adjusted his clothes again using some minor magic to remove some wrinkles. "Don't rush me."
HP 65 (76)/67 (11 temporary)
AC: 25 = 10 +4(DEX) +1 (dex-belt) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +14/+9 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (dex-belt) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+14 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +1 (dex-belt) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 1/3 charmed life, 18/18 bardic performance, 2/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 1/5
Kaylayne, feeling slightly better, moves to next room and waits near the door by Lief. Before she moves she hits Allarnon with Heroism.
She will take another hit of the wand CMW as well.
healing
I’ll start with Lief opening the two southern doors.
These chambers, like the others in the north corners, show impressive starfields on their domes. The SouthWest tower shows the stars in fall and the mural is a wood of autumn leaves and the SouthEast tower shows the stars in winter and the murals are of a forest blanketed in snow. Both chambers have been converted into barracks. They are also currently empty.
The party then moves to the inner doors.
Two staircases wind up the interior walls of this tower. Between them is an immense black field, suspended in the air, containing hundreds of glowing stars. The stairs are quite steep and count as difficult terrain ascending. It’s not clear from the description, but the star field can be entered allowing you to walk among the stars to examine them more closely, and in relation to each other. Allarnon, if you climb the stairs in bear form, you will be squeezing with all that entails.
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"This was a good find!" Allarnon grabs the wand in his teeth. A long line of drool rolls down the wooden handle as he taps Tarkir on the shoulder with it.
Seeing the many starfields Allarnon's eyes grow wide. "Did the dark elves take us to the gods?"
Having difficulty getting up the stairs Allarnon uncomfortably shifts back into his less than desirable form. He reaches a hand out and passes in and out of on of the darker fields with absolute fear in his eyes. "Oh no! Are we doing battle with the gods above themselves?"
Allarnon-Human Form (AC 25) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 69/77 +11 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 9/14; Resist Energy (Acid 10))
Tarkir (AC 21) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 40/48; +6 Temp HP | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Ederin completely ignores the healing and wand and picks up the bow. Setting his own down for a moment he pulls the bow string on the new weapon and nods approvingly with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm takin' this." Is all he says as he slings his old bow on his back and grips the found one in his hand. "I'll take a couple hits from that wand."
"Do you think we can get Kaersh up and movin'? If not, I'm takin' his arrows too." He places the flaming arrows in his quiver unless there's any argument and moves on.
When they reach the inner stairs he moves to scout the opposite set from the party, hoping to try and flank whatever is waiting for them above.
"Kaersh is beyond my care at this time, maybe tomorrow I can do something," Kaylayne replies to Ederin.
"Did the dark elves take us to the gods?"
Kaylayne shakes her head, examining the stars.
"No, I doubt the gods would tolerate their kind. I would think that just gods would smite them back to the darkness. I think this is only what the elves created it to be," Kaylayne opines.
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When others are ready, Kaylayne slowly stealths up the central starway, ascending without using the stairs.
Stealth