Powered by a mythic ability Arigoder barrels past the bebilith and with flank cuts it down completely. With the end of the threat Nasira is able to finish the ritual with ease as the rift closes leaving you all trapped on the Midnight Isles...somewhere.
As the rift closes, Nasira lets out a sigh of relief. Having been tensed to hold the ring for so long, she takes a moment to work the kinks out of her muscles as she says, "That was most impressive, my friends new and old. Is anyone requiring healing besides myself?"
Ansha ceases her struggles in the midst of the slain bebiliths' webbing. "...Would someone please get me out of this stuff? And maybe get it out of my hair, while you're at it?"
Arigoder releases the power of his rage, slumping slightly as the silver energy stops crackling around him, rushing over to try to cut Ansha free.
Morgrym relaxes as the spider demon dies. "Nice work, lad."
Cutting his attention toward Nasira, "I could use some of that healin', lass." He looks down to examine the multiple wounds upon his person before looking back up. "Or possibly a lot of it," he states matter of factly.
Argioder smiles, his breathlessness more from reverence than needing to recover after releasing his bloodrage, "This.... blade.... is..... a wonder."
Nasira calls her wounded allies in close. "Morgrym, Arigoder, receive the blessings of the Dawnflower." She closes her eyes and focuses on the link she has with Sarenrae and the heat that burns within her lately, pushing the healing to a higher level than her goddess would normally grant.
"I believe we should be able to return when we are ready, but do we have business to attend to while we are here? The stress of the entry has me a bit distracted. Were we to seek someone out while we were here?"
Breathing a sigh of relief, "Thanks, lass. Feeling like I've got me legs back under me again." Popping his neck from one side to the other, "Alright, I'm ready. Now where to next in this rotten to the core cesspool?"
To the southeast of the Crystal cavern you see a passageway continuing on. However the crystals do not illuminate the area and only those with darkvision can see. The path splits to the east and south.
Arigoder laughs, "That's an excellent question... I wonder, though, if we're looking for the source of crystals, if maybe there's a trail we can follow... well, backtrack, I guess."
No it has not been 4-5 hours since you cast that. I would say closer to 2.[/ooc]
Leading the way, "Okay, lot, we've got a path that goes to the east and the south. Any preference?" he asks, looking to them all. "If not, I say we just go south and see where that takes us."
"Thanks," Ansha says to Arigoder.
Still picking stray strands of bebilith webbing from her clothing and hair, Ansha rejoins the others. "...Dark over there," she muses. "Think maybe we should rest a while before we go venturing deeper into the Abyss?"
Still picking stray strands of bebilith webbing from her clothing and hair, Ansha rejoins the others. "...Dark over there," she muses. "Think maybe we should rest a while before we go venturing deeper into the Abyss?"
"You know, I won't object ta that. I could use a rest. We just need ta find us a safe place ta do so."
"Lacking access to a demiplane of some sort would mean any safety would be relative. However, Sarenrae sustains me so I no longer require sleep. Outside of my time spent praying to the Dawnflower, I would be able to keep a watch while you rest."
"Yeah...Safety will be relative the whole time we're here, I think," Ansha says, shaking her head.
Argioder says, "I didn't endure what you did before I arrived, so I'm fine to press on... and I can't say I love the idea of sleeping here... But I also think it's important that we're as effective as possible, and we don't know what we'll be facing." He laughs, "Not that it's helpful now, but we might invest in some scrolls to help."
He shrugs, "But, here and now, I guess the best we can do is try to build a shelter and make sure we post guards," his voice tentative as he says it, before suggesting, "But maybe that should be Plan B -- wouldn't hurt to get a lay of the land, first -- might even help us find a better place to take that rest."
"Sounds good ta me. Post guards; build shelter. Or just post guards and sleep on the ground. Either way, I vote for restin' no matter how we go about it."
The elven enchantress stretches languidly. " Never figured I'd be having a sleepover in the Abyss, of all places."
random dice rolls
1-50 no encounter
encounter would have fought omoxes
You rest fitfully but manage to get enough sleep to rest and replenish your abilities.
After the nights sleep the group decides to move to the east and see if there is a passageway out of the Midnight Fane. Arigoder and Morgrym lead the way with Ansha and Nasira in the middle and Garith and Daniel take the rear. The passageway soon turns pitch black causing all but Morgrym to lose their sense of direction. However the dour dwarf is unfazed as he makes ready to push on. However he knows his friends plight and waits for someone to cast a light spell for the rest to see what is going on. He can make out that the path ahead is composed of more crystals and turns northward but does not detect any movement or danger even though the air smell funny to him.
Everyone else though gets a waft of the smell emanating from the passageway...
Crystal Fumes: Inhaled; save Fort DC 23; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d6 Con damage; cure 2 consecutive saves.
Damage this round
”Hold, friends, what is that odor? Does it foretell what next we face?”
The smell is completely foreign to you but considering you are in the Midnight Isles in the Abyss you have never experienced this before. As soon as you notice it though your body feels like it is reacting to the strange odor.
Nasira begins choking, but holds up a hand and motions the rest of the party back toward their camp. Once she can breathe again, she gasps, "The air. It is foul. I should have done this sooner." Holding up the holy symbol of the Dawnflower, she intones, "May the healing light of Sarenrae protect our mortal frames so that we may fight on for all that is good."
Once affected by the noxious fumes she calls the others back and protects everyone for the next 4 hours.
The elf starts looking a bit green around the gills. "Should've expected the air to be bad here," she chides herself.
Nasira attempts to neutralize the poison affecting Ansha, casting Neutralize Poison on her.
Nasira attempts to neutralize the poison on herself, using Recalled Blessing to bring the spell back to mind. Because of Recalled Blessing, I roll twice and take the better result.
Nasira weakly raises her holy symbol yet again and asks her goddess to rescue her from this plight.
With Nasira's aid, Ansha doesn't suffer for long. Looking less-green, she takes a deep breath--and wrinkles her nose, almost immediately regretting it.
With Nasira magically taking care of the poison in both herself and Ansha and restoring their constitution the group makes ready to take the eastern path and turn north. With the life bubble up no one is affected by the toxic and deadly fumes. Up ahead you see a gap in the passageway that looks like a hollow there. In the hollow is a metal rod lying all by itself.
Stealth
You see a large advanced ooze the same color and texture of the crystals around you. As you approach it lunges for you and you can act in the surprise round.
Arigoder points Radiance, "Ooze."
Ansha looks to Arigoder. "Huh?" Spotting something, she then continues, "Oh."
”No, thank... what?”
Nasira
Arigoder
Morgrym
Ansha
Ooze
Looking curiously upon the blob, Morgrym draws his hammer. "Any ideas on what that thing is? I don't want it eatin' my hammer if it's some type of demonic acid blob." Morgrym holds a moment to see if there is anyone with knowledge of the creature.