The Four Pillars

Game Master chavamana

"Hmm," Aravashnial says, "You say the pitlings have crustacean-like appendages, but if they are worshiping Baphomet then I would have expected more ungulate features or horns." He considers, "Although I've always found it odd that a demon lord of minotaurs is described as bovidae."

"I've always wondered how a creature with a cow head can see straight ahead. I suppose it's another mystery we chalk up to the capriciousness of gods and wizards."

To Anevia: "I assumed you were a better shot than that." There is the tiniest lilt to suggest he's joking. Or maybe he's just being a dick.

"It's breasts on beings who can't possibly bear their young live that always puzzled me. Although 'a wizard did it' is probably a depressingly reasonable explanation for that, now that you mention it."

Flextime - on the road again

With a flip of her tail, a potion is in Drea's hand, and she drinks it in a single swallow. She glances down at her fallen enemy for a moment, and then returns her attention to the partially screened off entranceway.

Roshan moves around the barriers, using the half door as cover from the room as he picks up his two chakram.

Anevia limps hops to the other wall, shakes her head when she can't get a bead on a target. "Nope," she says to Konstantin, "normally I'm such a bad shot that I fire twice in the hopes that one shot will get lucky. "

Chancre uses the scale to lay hands upon himself.

And steps away from the door somewhat, graciously allowing anyone else who might like to slide in there the opportunity.

"I was wrong. Now it's too late. " he says to the dying mutant.

"The fiendish minotaurs I've seen do move their heads back and forth nearly constantly," Aravashnial comments.

There is a husky female voice, orders in Undercommon and the two mutants that were partially visible pull back into the darkness of the next room.

Konstantin moves up using the barriers as cover.

Night with the Mutants - Neathholm

"I'd be all right with our group splitting up for the night," Drea says.

"Are there any places a, um, tourist might like to see, by the way? Caverns or edifices or ... I don't remember ever being anywhere quite like this before."

"Interesting rock formations? Etchings? Sites of historical interest?"

Lann nods and his elven features smile while his lizard side stays straight-faced. Most of the buildings are stone and look to have been constructed half from existing cave formations and half from rock carved from the walls. Down a tight alley and Lann uses the hilt of his dagger to knock on the stone next to a streched leather door. A bit later the door is opened by a hunched old man whose right arm is a mass of three octopus legs, complete with puckering suckers.

Lann bows to the old man, "Thel," motioning to the group. He introduces each of you to the old man then, "Two of the uplanders have been injured." The old man smiles showing toothless gums, motioning for Anevia and Aravashnial to be helped inside the dwelling, which proves to be comfortably large with four large stone sleeping platforms / surgical areas.

Once the injured are settled, Lann bows to Drea and Chancre. "I'm very sure that I could find someone to take you out on the lake, which... he motions one hand, its hard to describe."

More to Chancre, "And I could take you to the Hall of Ancestors, if you'd like."

Night with the Mutants - Neathholm

Once the injured are settled, Lann bows to Drea and Chancre. "I'm very sure that I could find someone to take you out on the lake, which... he motions one hand, its hard to describe."

"Hard to describe definitely sounds like something I would like to see," Drea says.

In the fight

Anevia limps hops to the other wall, shakes her head when she can't get a bead on a target. "Nope," she says to Konstantin, "normally I'm such a bad shot that I fire twice in the hopes that one shot will get lucky."

"That makes me sad."

Konstantin advances cautiously to the doorway, his back against the wall, ready to poke his head out and throw a ray into the room. "Chancre? Would you bring the light?"

Night of the Mutants
"I will remain with the injured," Konstantin says. He pauses, and to Chancre, "If you see any writing that looks like this..." Konstantin unwinds his scarf and displays some embroidery along the edge: আমার ছেলে বিশ্বের ঠান্ডা আলোকে. "Please let me know."

"Might as well bring the light," Chancre says.

Night with the Mutants

"I will," Chancre says to Konstantin. "Though I do not recognize it."

"The lake sounds interesting," says Chance, "but so also does the Hall of the Ancestors. I would be delighted to see either. If Drea goes to the lake without me, I am sure she can pass along its indescribability."

Everyone moves up so that they'd have the best angles through the opening as possible.

Chancre tosses his copper piece through the door - proving the cave beyond is larger than the one you are currently in - and that the mutants have placed themselves as to not be visible from your current room.

Night with the Mutants

"I will," Chancre says to Konstantin. "Though I do not recognize it."

"The lake sounds interesting," says Chance, "but so also does the Hall of the Ancestors. I would be delighted to see either. If Drea goes to the lake without me, I am sure she can pass along its indescribability."

"My thanks," says Konstantin sincerely, apparently missing any irony in Chancre's tone.

Against the Mutants! Tae Kwon! Tae Kwon!
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

"This should surprise no one, but it bears mentioning. I can hear them readying bows," Konstantin says. Then, muttering, "Как бы я хотел принести им зимой."

"If anyone would like to help me break down this barrier," Drea says, "It would probably be easier if we coordinate."

Drea is going for a straight-up Strength check to knock it down this time, if anyone else wants to do so as well.

I would help, but I rolled REALLY bad for my actions, and switching them, while useful, feels like cheating.

Roshan slides up alongside the wall next to the door. He turns to the rest of the group, holds up one finger, then pulls...

Just before Roshan's action at the door, he looks pointedly at Drea (and anyone else directly in front of it) and makes a small jerking motion with his head toward one side.

Into the Lair of the Mutants - Round 7

"Here," says Míril as she grabs a part of the barricade. "I'll help."

This time Drea tries to just kick the wooden partition blocking the doorway and with a resounding crack it breaks, falling down on the cave floor on either side of Drea.

Just the slightest bit of a smirk, "It's just easier to distract the damn guy than hit him." But this time Anevia draws and fires, aiming for the arrow to sink into flesh. But her arrow thuds into the barrier. "See?"

Chancre casts a spell and steps into the ambush.

An arrow goes zipping right next to Chancre's head, missing soley because he stumbles slightly on the debris from the partition. Sadly, he isn't as lucky when it comes to the two heavy slams from the mutants flanking the door. Chancre takes 13 hit points, but remains upright.

Roshan is able to get an angle on one of the mutants right on the other side of the opening as they move out to strike Chancre - and despite the odd angle and the cover, he manages to hit with his starknife.

Anevia's shot comes within inches of hitting the same mutant as Roshan, but she misses.

A white ray shoots from Konstantin's finger to trace a line of frost on harmlessly across a section of the cave wall.

"Hello. I would like to talk to you about your gods, if I may," Chancre spits blood a little when he talks.

Into the Lair of the Mutants - Round 8

Míril returns to her previously scheduled occupation of shooting arrows at mutants. Using the doorway as partial cover, she fires at the first enemy she sees. Which is the mutant on the other side of the door, which she manages to hit despite trying to remain hidden herself.

Drea ducks and weaves as she dashes into the room, doing her best to avoid blows as she maneuvers into a better position. She manages to dodge the first of the flanking mutants, (1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 211d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5) but doesn't manage to dodge the second, who manages to get a slam in on her way past. Drea takes 5 hit points.

Chancre starts to glow with a soft white light, which really shows off the thick grime on his outfit. He swings with impeccable precision at the more heavily damaged of the flanking mutants, then steps out of the danger zone.

The woman in the far corner oscillates between her two targets for a moment, before settling on the obvious spellcaster. Her arrow just manages to tag Chancre as his luck sours. (Chancre takes 3 hit points and is just barely standing.)

Meanwhile, the less damaged mutant to the north turns on Drea with a savage backhand. (Drea takes 6 hit points.) The southern mutant steps up to the doorway, and strikes Miril for a devasting blow. (Miril takes 12 hit points and falls down.)

Cornered with a ranged weapon, Anevia's eyes narrow. She drops her bow, pulling her short sword as she slides under the mutant's legs coming up just enough to sink her sword into the mutants liver.

Roshan quickly dodges around the mutant, to stand protectively above Miril, even as he lays a hand that glows with silver light on her arm. (Miril heals 6 hit points and is conscious but prone.)

"Do you require the assistance of a summoned creature?" Aravashnial asks. His voice has just a touch more concern in it than normal for the haughty elf.

As the mutant closes, silver claws flash from Konstantin's hands and he tears into the surprised mutant. The first claw barely grazes the mutant, but the second rips the creature open and he falls to the ground, bleeding.

"Do you require the assistance of a summoned creature?" Aravashnial asks. His voice has just a touch more concern in it than normal for the haughty elf.

Drea looks alarmed as Míril falls. Even as Míril's eyes flicker back open, Drea glances over to the badly wounded Chancre and then back to the half-elf on the ground.

"I think this may be a good time for one, yes."

"Yes on the summoned creature, unless the lizard turns out to be a large and friendly...."

Chancre wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Huh," he says, looking at the blood. "That should stay on the inside."

"Hello. I would like to talk to you about your gods, if I may," Chancre spits blood a little when he talks.

"Gods are pointless. There is only strength and weakness." The archer in the corner says, her low voice raspy but carrying.

"Gods are pointless. There is only strength and weakness." The archer in the corner says, her low voice raspy but carrying.

"Then perhaps you should surrender," Drea says. "There are more of us here than there are of you."