Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

For the first time since you met her, Starflit awakens a bit on the grumpy side, shooting an occasional glare at both Al and Lothan. She nibbles on some rations before doing her morning stretching exercises. When those are done, she slips her mask and wig back on, again becoming the Black Butterfly's inquisitor.

"I hope Tenebrynn was able to keep Mun harmless overnight," she comments.

As you descend again to the third level, you again find the room full of fog. You again seem to find yourself turned around, time and time again, occasionally finding yourself back in the room with the ruined clockworks, and other various libraries. Finally, you find yourself somewhere new -- you think!

This side room is similar to those in other parts of the Mysterium—clogged with high, sagging shelves brimming with books, relics, and other arcane curiosities. Nearly all of the once-shelved books lie scattered across the floor in a haphazard mess. In the southeastern corner, the bloody cassock of a Steward elder is visible among a pile of destroyed books.

Also visible is a horrific ... what can only be described as a thing. Half-formed eyes, toothless mouths, gaping throats, and countless other malformed organs constantly form and dissolve over this monster’s surface. Albert and Staflit are the first to react as it starts to babble nonsense from its mouths.

Al and Starflit are up; it acts before Lothan (and everyone else).

1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 22 + 2 = 39 Know (dungeoneering)

"Didn't I warn you, Lothan? Didn't I? Didn't I tell you that when you hang with us, you're going to see things you wish you didn't see and fight things that you wish didn't exist? Didn't I warn you? That's a freakin' proto-shoggoth."

DRs? Special attacks? How fast could it gobble up Lothan?

Tristain begins to bonk his head against the wall at the sight.

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How fast could it gobble up Lothan?

Lol!

Taken aback by the loon(I'd put wizard there but I have NO idea what class you really are. So I go with what you got in your status bar) ;), "A proto-shag-a-what?! What in the Nine Hells does that thing do?! How do we kill it?! And stop bonking your head you... you...," he pauses, cutting his vision over at Starflit, Oh alright for crying out loud, and rolls his eyes and sighs before, "human person... you! Maybe if you bonk your head against that thing, you'd kill it! Gotta admit, it's worth a shot!" he says facetiously, although, maybe not.

Tristain, you think it's going to be very difficult to hurt -- weapons won't work well (DR 5/—), and probably not most magic (SR) or even various energies (immune to cold and sonic, and a bunch of other resistances). It doesn't seem to have much of a mind to speak of, either. It can constrict things it grabs, and let loose a distracting cacophony that can stagger you. You would guess, one on one, in about 12 seconds, more or less.

Starflit looks upon the abomination is horror and disbelief.

Starflit Knowledge (dungeoneering) Check (Monster Lore): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

Too tired to strategize at the moment; will try to post tomorrow morning.

When he can, and probably between bonks, Tristain will explain what the thinks he knows about the creature.

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Starflit casts a spell (communal protection from evil) moments after invoking two judgments (protection and purity). Then she scoots forward to engage the monster, touching each of her allies as she goes.

2-minute during for each PC for communal protection from evil; we'll give the extra minute to Kyffin, since he usually takes the lead.

Rules about multiple targets with touch spells are kinda vague and wonky; hope what I did is OK. Starflit will move to the square above the monster token's NW quadrant if she'll fit there; otherwise she'll move to the one below its SW quadrant.

Also, a quick reminder about Starflit's Liberation domain power that will kick in when the monster tries to put the squeeze on her.

Albert shifts forward and quickly slashes at the beast.

+1 curve blade, heroism, focus, power attack: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 17 + 2 = 34
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 9 = 21

+1 curve blade, heroism, power attack: 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 2 - 3 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 9 = 23

+1 curve blade, heroism, power attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 - 3 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 9 = 23

with 3 possible crits!

+1 curve blade, heroism, focus, power attack: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 9 = 16

+1 curve blade, heroism, power attack: 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 - 3 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 9 = 14

+1 curve blade, heroism, power attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 - 3 = 11
Damage: 1d10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 9 = 19

Starflit casts protective magics on everyone as Al moves in, slashing. His blade slices through the thing, twice cutting deep gouges, though the wounds seem to fill in quickly two hits; plus it has DR AND is healing.

It begins to babble incoherently as it lashes out at both Starflit and Al, tentacles slamming painfully into them 34 hp to Al, 21 to Flit! The ooze seems to slide off Starflit, but Al isn't as lucky, and it wraps around him and begins squeezing another 18 hp.

Party is up. Everyone must succeed at a DC 18 Will save or be staggered for 1 round. A creature that successfully saves cannot be affected by this proto-shoggoth’s distracting cacophony again for 24 hours. This is a sonic mind-affecting effect.

"Ugh!" Starflit grunts as she gets slugged. Her mind, however, fights off the effect of the beast's innane babble.

Starflit Will Save (purity +3): 1d20 + 13 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 3 = 32

EDIT: Subtracted 1 from Starflit's Liberation ability.

Super-Important Note to Self: Remember to use Freedom's Call next round!

Will: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 2 = 32 (evil) vs DC 21 or staggered

Kyffin shakes off the gibbering, and worries after the others, for surely this creature could be their end! He’ll swiftly ensorcel his armor with sacred protections (1m, +2).

Then he does what he can to wade into the fight. He moves into the room, not worried about AoO’s due to the grappled condition (he believes). He’ll move all the way to the SE corner to help setup flank with Starflit. Finally, he swings!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 2 = 23 (bull)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 = 22 (bull)

1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 2 = 30 Will

Tristain ponders his head-bonking and spell options to help the party.

Will: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Shaking his head to rid himself of the horrible noise reverberating within his mind, "Well that was unpleasant." The half-elf then quickly takes aim before launching arrow after arrow at the thing.

Studied target +3(swift); Attack

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (10) + 19 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

(Rapid shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

Crit confirm
(Rapid shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20 Nope! Guess not.

Lothan has Clustered Shots :)

As multiple arrows find their mark, "HECK YEAH!" Lothan yells in celebration. "How you like them apples you disgusting blob of... of... disgustingness! Time to let go of Al, freak show! Otherwise you'll die where you... sit? Is it sitting? Standing? Never mind, doesn't matter. We're taking you down blob-o-boy!"

So if a 28 hits then 73 damage before DR. If only the 29 and above hit then 54 damage.

AC 24; Hp's 92/92

Round 1

Tristain pauses his bonking to offer an Ill Omen against the creature. Roll twice for next 3 d20s.

"Yeah, take that you lousy blob!" Tristain agrees, surprisingly, with Lothan. He doesn't like him, but hates the blob more.

1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 4 = 29 SR

DC 18 Will save: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 2 = 17

Staggered and still vulnerable to the distracting cacophony

Albert stays in the beast's embrace and swiftly wipes dirt on his wounds...

Dirt On It: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 6, 1, 4) = 21

...and then wipes even more dirt over himself.

Dirt On It: 6d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 5, 3, 3) = 22

HP: 72/81, can the Sponge outlast the Blob!

Thanks for the Clustered Shots reminder and link, Lothan!

Lothan's arrows hit home, one after the other in a tight cluster. Despite Tristain's magic can't save Kyffin from another blow as it seems to have several tendrils 16 hp. Worse, the impact throws off his own aim, and his blade just knocks protoplasm aside instead of cutting into it. Al tries furious to heal himself as Starflit reels slightly from the babbling no actions posted; you weren't going to kill it this round, so you can act twice next round.

It releases Al and lashes out again, focusing still on Starflit and Al -- who seems to have offended it and suffers three tentacles. It continues to babble furiously, sending Al's mind reeling, as it clutches and squeezes him. 18 hp to Star; total of 49 to Al, who's grabbed

Al still must succeed at a DC 18 Will save or be staggered for 1 round. This is a sonic mind-affecting effect. (Everyone else is immune.)

You bet! Just working to keep it as simple as possible. :)

Rolling his eyes, "For crying out loud, why won't this thing die?!" the elf says in frustration, launching several more arrows straight at the beast.

Rapid shot; Clustered shots; Studied target +3

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (5) + 19 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

(Rapid shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

+2 Adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Not sure a 25 is going to hit so I would guess only 42 damage before DR is factored in. Man I wish I would've rolled better on that first one. A 10 would've been perfect. Possibly a 9 even. Dang.

AC 24; Hp's 92/92

DC 18 Will save: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 13 + 2 = 34

As he regains his senses Albert realizes he bit off more than he can chew in this giant mass of sinew, ooze, and gristle. He continues wiping dirt across his growing wounds and prays the party gets salty with the monstrosity.

Dirt On It: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1, 3, 4, 3) = 20

Dirt On It: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2, 4, 6, 6) = 26

HP: 69/81
Lay on hands: 6/10

Kyffin watches as arrows streak into the beast from the doorway, ”Nice done there, Lothan, now that was impressive!”

Seeing what Lothan can do he figures he just needs to keep the creatures attention a little. So he tries to slice off a piece of his own. He will click his heels together for a burst of haste. He’ll then 5’ step SE to give flank to Starflit should she 5’ step as well. But he does not wait, pressing his attacks immediately.

He'll also, swiftly, make his weapon sacred (+2)!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 13 + 5 = 35 (bull, haste, sacred)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 4 = 28 (bull, sacred)

critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 5 = 24 (bull, haste, sacred)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 6 = 27 (bull, sacred, 2hp fire)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 5 = 14 (bull, haste, sacred)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 4 = 24 (bull, sacred)

hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 5 = 34 (bull, haste, sacred)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 4 = 28 (bull, sacred)

critthreat hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 5 = 30 (bull, haste, sacred)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 6 = 27 (bull, sacred, 2hp fire)

"Keep it up Al - you've got its attention and that's a great service to the rest of us!"

Round 2

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20 Will, if needed

Tristain tries something a bit different, if the arrows and Kyffin's slashings haven't taken the creature down. He casts Mind Thrust IV and hopes for the best.

11d8 ⇒ (6, 8, 5, 6, 7, 2, 2, 4, 1, 4, 6) = 51 mind damage vs. DC 22 Will for half

1d20 + 11 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 4 = 30 SR

Starflit concentrates a moment, focusing on the will of her goddess--her will to avoid being grabbed and crushed! Activate Freedom's Call; will let it linger each round 'til this thing's dead. This would be her Round 2 Action.

The inquisitor brings her enchanted starknife to bear on the mass of ickyness twice, but does little to no damage to it. "What manner of creature is this?" she yells in growing terror to Tristain. "Not an aberration, apparently!"

Starflit +1 returning starknife Main Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30 for magic, piercing damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Starflit +1 returning starknife Iterative Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for magic, piercing damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

For Round 3, she would've guessed wrong about the creature type and invoked her bane ability against aberrations; hopefully Tristain can set her straight about this creature's type. Ticked off a round of bane and 2 rounds of Freedom's Call.

Despite not realizing it was an ooze, the combined attacks of the group splatter the monster across the room, rendering it nothing but a disgusting mass. The end of the fight gives you time to recover, and investigate the room's southeastern corner, where the bloody cassock of a Steward elder is visible among a pile of destroyed books. Moving some of the books reveals the body of a man who matches the description of Elder Lythiin.

Although mangled, Lythiin’s body still has his gear: +2 chainmail, a ring of protection +3, a pale sapphire ring of feather falling, a leather-and-iron necklace of adaptation, a rod of escape, and a potion of gaseous form.

"Wow, that'll be in my dreams tonight." Kyffin frowns, though he's pleased the fight went well. Their foe was, well, following unnatural dimensions. He shudders and cleans his blade well before sheathing it.

When they find Elder Lythiin, he suggests, "We should wrap him as instructed. Let's leave his gear with him. After all, he was one of the good guys. Doesn't feel right looting his body, you know?"

He's annoyed though, 'cause that gear, sold, would go a long way to that suit of armor he desperately needs. Still, he's managed so far, and will continue to do so.

He'll break out the wrappings.

Starflit contributes her own touch, a basic prayer of her faith asking that the deceased find "a quiet peace in the dark silence beyond.'

Tristain bonks his head against the wall after identifying the body and the items.

”Wow, this guy had all these ways to escape death, yet death found it anyway,” Tristain notes that no matter how hard people try to escape death, it will find them. ”See now, Lothan? There is nothing but death if you stick with us. I’ve warned you. Warned Starflit too.”

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Tristain is okay with not looting the body at this time, as the items clearly won’t help the party avoid the coming death.

”This is how it always is.”

When he feels better from his bonking, he will look around to see what the Elder was doing here.

Looking at the others incredulously, "Are you kidding me?! At least the necklace and the rings. Those things could very well come in handy. I could use that ring of protection for sure. Besides, he's dead! what does he care?" he states plainly, shrugging. "Let's be real here, folks. I'm at least gonna snag the rings and the necklace. One of us may very well need those is all I'm saying. I'm all for keeping the living alive, know what I mean?" Barring everyone attacking him and killing him dead on the spot - which wouldn't really surprise him much - Lothan will snag said items.

He then looks to Tristain blankly. "You do hear yourself, right, T?" He looks over at Starflit and gives her an Is that better? look before turning his attention back to Tristain. "You do realize everyone dies, right? Even if I don't stick with you, I'm STILL-GOING-TO-DIE. We can escape all the bad guys we want to; but there's one enemy we ain't ever escaping: Time. If the baddies don't get us, Time will."

Good post, Lothan.

Tristain bonks and searches, bonks and searches, completely normally.

"Well..." Kyffin sighs, "A loan at least then. As you say, the dead man won't mind."

He'll redraw his scimitar once they're ready, "Do we have anything else to do? If not, let's align the statues and carry the Elder back upstairs."

Al finishes up healing while the party discusses the loot. "Someone outta grab that potion as well, no sense in not using it if needed."

clw, wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

clw, wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Do we have anything else to do? If not, let's align the statues and carry the Elder back upstairs."

"Yep, if that's the last of it then let's get out of this spooky vault." is that the last of it? did we have any other goals for the mysterium?

Thanks! :)

Al finishes up healing while the party discusses the loot. "Someone outta grab that potion as well, no sense in not using it if needed."

Just as he turns to leave the corpse, he immediately turns back and reaches in and grabs the potion with a, "Yoink!" and then stores it away in his pack. "Done! Potion acquired, old man," he grins, winking.

Unfortunately, you can't know what the elder was trying to do unless you can find some way to speak with him. You also know that you were requested to make the place safe, which doesn't seem to have been accomplished yet. There were more angel heads on this level, and you can find another portal, letting you descend even deeper into the library.

Kyffin suggests, "Let's align the angels on this level, then descend, shall we?"

If folks agree, he'll move to the nearest angel and he'll begin realigning it.

Kyffin suggests, "Let's align the angels on this level, then descend, shall we?"

Tristain will stop his palliative bonking to agree and then help Kyffin.

"Yeah, that makes sense. We can finish this up, then we can get out of here. For a fancy nice museum, it sure is creepy in here," he offers, looking around for the next angel.

Looking curiously upon the pair, "What's up with all this 'aligning angel' business? What purpose does that serve?"

Tristain will take time to swaddle Elder Lythiin in his special funerary cloths, with all this gear. He will say a prayer over the body.

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"Well, I'm *so* glad you asked," Tristain says without a trace of sarcasm. "Well, it seems that every level of his accursed library has a defense system that can only be reset by aligning the angel heads, because that makes complete sense. Also, when we get to the center we have to stick our fingers into the eyesockets, which also makes complete sense, so don't go thinking that it's crazy, because it's not. It's all very true."

Tristain looks to be sure that Lothan understands. And he goes back to his completely normal bonking.

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Nodding, "Wow. Yeah, um, that's not crazy at all," he says, sounding somewhat facetious(I know, surprising, right?). Eventually shrugging, "Hey, you know, whatever works. Weird/not weird, doesn't matter. If that's what it takes to... I don't know... 'win' this thing or find our way out of here then so be it."

Starflit's not interesting in looting the dead guy (at least until the party has permission to do so). She pronounces herself ready to press unward...or downward, as the case may be.

Descending down the wings and backs of the angels carved into the walls within the third angelic gate, you find yourselves in a curious chamber a little over thirty feet to a side. Instead of normal walls, hundreds of statues of angelic beings, many bearing spears and other weapons and others wearing two-colored masks, make up the walls of this chamber. The uneven floor is formed from carved faces. At the heart of the room is a single object supported by a quartet of stone hands -- a peculiar, slightly rusted iron cube about a foot square.

The figures that make up the walls here are carved in such a way that they look like they are in motion when viewed out of the corner of the eye. The sculptures appear unnervingly realistic, with dynamic poses that make it seem like they could step out of the wall at any point.

This iron box features symbols and images representing creation and destruction on its sides, and has a series of movable, concentric rings on the top bearing smaller symbols that correlate to the images on the sides. The symbols are sometimes sigils, sometimes words in different languages, and at other times simply images that represent things such as serpents, phoenixes, bolts of lightning, an infant, laborers building a structure, warfare, a flowing river, a scouring wind, a blazing fire, moldering fungi, and fruiting plants.

Starflit gawks at the room and cube but remains silent; apparently nothing registers with the inquisitor.

Starflit Perception Check: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

Starflit Intelligence Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 16 + 2 = 30 Perception
1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 = 31 Linguistics

Tristain pauses in his back-of-the-party walking to think about bonking, but not actually do it yet. It seems like a good time to bonk, as he has thoughts to think, but also….

”Wow, look at that box,” Tristain says, moving closer to get a better look at it. ”This is neato! Finally something that’s not full of madness, just a normal puzzle box that I’m sure is completely normal. Listen to this… ” Tristain will explain what’s in the 2nd spoiler above.

Tristain pauses to make sure everyone understands.

”Do you want me to try to do this? You can help if you’re not going to be wrong.”

Can’t make that perception check.
Intelligence: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13 vs DC 15

”Huh? Just a ‘normal’ puzzle box? I mean, aren’t all puzzle boxes abnormal? It’s sort of their ‘thing’. But sure, if it’s not gonna make all these angels come to life, go for it.”

Kyffin looks around, scimitar out, uneasily.

Perception: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (6) + 31 = 37
Intelligence: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Narrowing his eyes as he just manages to catch an oddity of one of the statues, "Well lookee there. Look at what I found." He makes his way to said statue and places a hand on the side of its face before peering deep within where its eyes should be. "This statue ain't got no eyes. But you know what it does have in place of its eyes? Tiny brass switches. What do you suppose that means? Here, I'll let y'all take a look and if you want to hit 'em, go for it."

Tristain pauses in his back-of-the-party walking to think about bonking, but not actually do it yet. It seems like a good time to bonk, as he has thoughts to think, but also….

”Wow, look at that box,” Tristain says, moving closer to get a better look at it. ”This is neato! Finally something that’s not full of madness, just a normal puzzle box that I’m sure is completely normal. Listen to this… ” Tristain will explain what’s in the 2nd spoiler above.

Tristain pauses to make sure everyone understands.

”Do you want me to try to do this? You can help if you’re not going to be wrong.”

Raising a hand halfway up, "Now, let's think about this, T. Why don't you let me give it a shot, hm? It looks fairly complicated but I think I might just be able to get past it. Don't get me wrong though, it's going to be a tough one. And while I don't doubt your level of intelligence, T, Nobody believes that you big liar I'm thinking we may have a better shot at it on a more mechanical level. What do you say?"

Tristain spins to look at Lothan, initially placing himself between him and the box, but then relaxes when Lothan doesn't seem intent on smashing it open.

"You think that *YOU* can open this up? Without smashy smashing it like Kyffin? Ha! Let's see you do it. If you fail, then it's time to let the brain team have a go, okay?" Tristain challenges, as he is pretty smart.

"You get to go until you fail, then let the smart people have a go."

Starflit looks around, totally undecided. She's pretty sure she's not bright enough for the Brain Team...but that means she has to help Lothan. Calling upon the Black Butterfly for a small blessing, she casts guidance upon Lothan before each of his attempts to disable the thingamawhatzit. After the blessing, she moves as far back as possible, just in case something goes disastrously wrong.

"Deal." The half-elf then pulls out his tools and selects the proper one he feels will work best. He then stops a moment and replays in his mind what the loon just said. Turning toward him, he can't help but grin and shake his head while giving a small *huff* through his nose in defeat. "That was a good one, T, you got me on that one."

Returning to the task at hand, Lothan takes a deep breath as he studies the puzzle a moment. "Okay, here goes nothing." He then goes to work.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 29 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 29 + 1 = 43

Breathing a sigh of relief as he manages to hear a successful *click*, he glances toward the others. "So far, so good." Continuing on...

Disable Device: 1d20 + 29 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 29 + 1 + 1 = 33

Lothan finds himself swearing quite angrily under his breath as that accomplished NOTHING. C'mon, Lothan, that was freaking pathetic! You've GOT to do better than that! What are you, an idiot?! Looks like it to me! Do better or get the hell out of the way and let the Bonk boy take over. If nothing else, he can smash it open with his head! "SHUTUP!" he yells under his breath and then immediately this horrible 'awkward' feeling overwhelms him. Not even daring to look at the others, There's no way I'm explaining that one, Lothan pauses and takes a moment to calm himself before trying again.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 29 + 2 + 1 = 45

This time letting out a MASSIVE sigh of relief as he hears another sound of success, "By the gods!" he exclaims, looking up and taking a deep breath out of relief and frustration. He then wipes his sleeve across his brow to clear the sweat and takes a few more moments to relax before giving it, hopefully, one last shot.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 29 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 29 + 3 + 1 = 52

Working the pick at just the right angle, that last *click* sounds smooth and clean. Looking back to the others, a wry grin forms. "You know, I know what you're all thinking. You're all thinking: 'Is he really that good? Can he actually succeed? Is he like, the greatest of all time?' Well, not to toot my own horn, but, yeah... I am... to all three questions. Hey, no applause necessary, just throw coin," he says, throwing a wink. He then backs away from the box and says, "There you go, folks, it's all yours."

He moves over to Starflit and places a hand upon her shoulder and says, "Thanks for the assists, Butterfly. I appreciate it," while giving a gracious nod and a friendly pat before stepping aside and finding a place to lean against while they examine the box.

Unfortunately, Lothan is interrupted (though we can keep his rolls ... if you survive his mistake).

Lothan manages to manipulate the puzzle box with ease, at first. But then he realizes he makes a mistake. At first he's determined to shrug it off, but as he attempts to, you all suddenly realize three of the statues in the room are beginning to move! And they don't seem happy. Fortunately for you, they seem to come out of their statue-like state slowly, and you can react before they can do much more than twitch!

Party is up.

Tristain alternates his gaze between glaring at Lothan and at the animating statues.

"If we wanted to just set off that trap, we would have let Al give it a go," he stops bonking and glaring to comment.

1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 22 + 2 = 41 Know (Arcana)

DRs? Special attacks? Weaknesses?

He will explain what he knows about the statues.

Then let's survive this.

"Just shutup and back away before they smash your head in for you!" Now that he's even more ticked off, Lothan drops his tools and pulls his bow, firing off a shot in one fluid motion at the nearest one.

Drop tools(free); Draw weapon(move); Studied target(Swift vs. Green); Attack Green

+2 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Crit confirm?(No idea if they're critable)
+2 adaptive composite longbow w/DA/PB: 1d20 + 18 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 3 = 28
Damage: 2d8 + 28 ⇒ (3, 2) + 28 = 33

I've no idea if I get Sneak Attack or not. Will roll just in case: Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 5, 4) = 13

AC 24; Hp's 92/92

”I told you! No statues! Damnit Tristain.” Kyffin shakes his head as he casts Divine Favor (+4 attacks/damage (luck)) with fervor (swift), moves to red to protect Tristain and attacks!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 6 = 30 (bull, favor)
damage: 1d10 + 14 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 6 = 28 (bull, favor)

NOTE: I have the feat Step Up and will use it if my opponent steps away.