Round 1 - bold can act:
Prizm
Skele red
Blue
Glastor
Sigrid
Skele blue
Bert
Hrafn
Krush
Fhlangorn
Two stone altars, one black and one white, sit at either end of
this large chamber, which takes up two wings of the tower on
this level. The crumbling remains of wooden benches sag in
front of each altar beneath rotting ceiling tapestries. Carved
symbols and writings snake along the walls. The burnt corpses
of two troglodytes lie on the floor in the center of the room.
Sigríðr carefully surveys the battlefield and quickly realizes she cannot reliably hit or otherwise damage a skeleton with her heavy pick. In response she throws up her shield in an attempt to protect Krush from any further attacks.
Attack to aid AC:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Try to do something nice, and look what happens - lesson learned, no more being nice.
Krush drops his crowbar, pulls his earth breaker, and swings it back carefully before bringing it low through the doorway and slamming it against the skeleton.
This room
is a temple dedicated to Nethys, the god of magic, in both
of his aspects: protection and destruction. The writings
on the walls are quotes from Nethys’s holy book
"Ahhh! Dangit!" Krush says, putting out the flames from his armor.
Reflex:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 Half takes me down to 4. Two channels, up to 11.
As his wounds patch up, Krush moves in to the room to get a bit farther from the crowd. He looks about, popping his wand from his wrist sheath and tapping himself with it.
CLW:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 And full.
Tucking the wand back into his sheath, he looks back at the others.
"Teamwork, eh?"
1 round move, 1 round break, 1 round combat, 2 round channel, 1 round putting my wand away. 4 rounds to go on the Enlarge, if I'm correct, so I'll shrink momentarily.
"Yes your beard is there but it's a bit more uh... spotty than it used to be." Sgt. Blue says to the dwarf, and placing his hand on his shoulder "you may want to find a beard wig for the time being, I'm sure you dwarves have such a thing for your youngest and women folk."
"Gosh! So much has happened!" Glancing at Sigrid and his disapproving look around his display of sorcery. "Uhhhhh - I think I am going to go over here!"
Prizm wanders up to what looks like an alter and inspects it. Then glances around the room looking for doors, arcane objects, anything of note. Since its a temple to the god of magic....
Bert rapidly moters his small little bird legs and shuffles over near Fhlangorn. He starts pecking at the singed hair at the dwarfs feet, then gives him a soft nuzzle with his little DoDo head.
when things are in spoiler with a DC - I'm asking you to roll that if you have that skill & want a crack at the piece of information contained. And ic (preferably ooc too) you shouldn't know that info if you don't make the roll. Also, friendly reminder on the banner ID from the previous room - still looking for anyone to attempt a DC20 Kn:local on it if you want that info.
You look around the room and find two altars, one dark and one light. Each has a silver holy symbol and some silver candlesticks etc (looking to be worth ~100gp all together).
In addition, each altar has a scroll resting on it.
Sigríðr attempts do duck behind the door frame before the skeleton explodes.
Reflex w/ cover:1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 4 = 17
She shakes off the brunt of the explosion and moves into the room. "Next time let's not block the door", she says, while adding under her breath, "if there even is a next time.
Sigríðr walks around the corner looking for a way out.
Prizm looks around and walks over to the door, and swings it open - then he looks at Sigrid and shrugs.
"I know, I know - something terrible, mean and grumpy... but I brought muffins!" the gnome produces a small blueberry muffin and presents it to Sigrid with a wide smile and bright eyes.
Sigríðr swats the muffin out of Prizm's hand as she passes by into the just opened door, "We have work to do Prizm. I don't have time for you, or your muffins."
Sigríðr cautiously walks in waiting for the fight thinking, every room has had something waiting to kill us, what does this room have?
GM, feel free to move me into the room as appropriate.
Male CG Gnome Cleric of Desna 6 | HP: 45/45| AC: 20 (12 tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +9; +2 vs. illusions | Init: +1 | Perc: +6 [low-light], SM: +8 | Speed 20 | Channel (positive) energy 9/9 (53d6, DC16) | Reroll: 1/1, Coin: 1/1, Pearl 1/1, Bit of Luck: 6/6, Agile Feet: 6/6| Active conditions:
"Nonononononononononononono!!!!!" The gnome looks completely downtrodden when Prizm cannot open the door. "Whoisgoodwithlocks?" he blurts out, hoping someone could help out.
In his gmonish impatience, he grabs Krush, shoving him towards the door. "breakitdownbreakitdownbreakitdown!!!" and casts [i]guidance[/i on the Shoanti ranger.
You hear Sigríðr let out a large sigh as she walks up to the door. You can almost hear her mutter under her breath, "It's like babysitting children."
She tears the crowbar out of Krush's hand and starts bracing herself against the door. Rather than the short pops and slams of the rest of the group you see her slowly pulling harder and harder trying to get the hinges to pop.
After some failed attempts from the crew, Sigrid takes the crow bar and gets the job done - still only barely.
The door falls ceremoniously open. On the other side, a living, moving fabric seems to cover the ceiling of this half-collapsed chamber, which stretches northwest into darkness. The pungent smell of ammonia rises from the droppings that litter the floor.
At the collapse of the door you hear hundreds of high-pitched squeaks as a mass of small, carnivorous bats surges forth attacking, all of them hungry for blood.
Krush's eyes go wide as he sees the bats swarm Sigrid.
"Geez, get out of there Sigrid! I'll blast them!"
Krush reaches for his bandolier and pulls a vial, burning red. He swings his arm back, muscles tensed, waiting.
Ready Alchemist's Fire to throw once Sigrid is out of the swarm, target is the far square of the swarm, will 5ft to available place to keep it in 10ft range increment if needed.
Throw!:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Fire:1d6 ⇒ 3 Catch fire on direct hit for another 1d6 on their turn.
Male CG Gnome Cleric of Desna 6 | HP: 45/45| AC: 20 (12 tch, 19 Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 14 | F: +7, R: +3, W: +9; +2 vs. illusions | Init: +1 | Perc: +6 [low-light], SM: +8 | Speed 20 | Channel (positive) energy 9/9 (53d6, DC16) | Reroll: 1/1, Coin: 1/1, Pearl 1/1, Bit of Luck: 6/6, Agile Feet: 6/6| Active conditions:
Glastor pulls out a vial of alchemist's fire, yelling, "Sigríðr get out of there!! Getoutgetoutgetout!!" He channels energy to stop the bleeding, and just holds the alchemists fire out in case someone will take it.
Sigrid jumps out of the way and can modify/add/adjust post accordingly . Krush blasts it with an alchemist fire - misses the direct hit. scatter:1d8 ⇒ 7 Aimed at pink, hit at red. Bats take 1 scatter dmg.
Glastor channels and now everyone is currently fully healed and not bleeding.
Round 1 (bold can act):
Bat swarm
Krush
Sigrid Nauseated 1 round.
Glastor
Fhlangorn Nauseated 1 round.
Prizm
Hrafn
Blue
Bert
