
Súmalya aka Lyria |

Watching the scene carefully, Lyria could see the effect the lapse in her junior's attention had caused. While Priyya was successful in her attack, the priestess of vile Qingu would yet remain standing. In the next moment then, she could see that the accursed one would call upon her fell patron and utterly destroy the one Priyya's lover held dearest. Betrayal, regret, and a hardening of hearts lay down that path.
Of course, this was the same man who grieved her own servant so, though she could see that he meant well even if he as yet held no respect for her.
She looked upon Alíta and knew that she at least would take no issue with such a development. If anything she no doubt saw intimacy as merely an unnecessary burden to the Surya-ka-Vahaak. No doubt she would deem Malandraenas' hardship as a worthy sacrifice — a catalyst to strengthen him.
"Yet he is a creature of passion... even if it is primal. What inspiration is there in that?"

Súmalya aka Lyria |

"Ha!" What pluck the young sun goddess had. "Actually I was looking ahead to matters yet to face our champions in the next few moments."
She regarded the battlefield and could see tragedy quickly approaching. Too late to aid Priyya yet... wait–
"Even if he serves Híro, the short one would not be fighting by your servant's side were it not for the elf girl..."

Nylithati |
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Nylithati reels before the unbridled power of Alíta. That blast surely should have resulted in her destruction, yet there she stood in defiance of the young goddess. Surely this was a vindication of Typhon's power, surely this was an expression of her worthiness — the worthiness of her children!
Cackling in spite of the severe burns she just suffered, Nylithati raises the ancient talisman she uncovered here so long ago. "Children, bask in the power of Typhon and know life everlast–"
Without warning, Darvesch springs at her, his short legs propelling him higher than they had any business doing. Yet the dwarf had not swung for her throat...
"–NNNGGH!"
Nylithati gasps in shock as Darvesch's heavy axe slams into the serpentine relic in her hand, crushing the millennia-old piece of red-veined marble to dust!
In horror she can cry but a single word:
"BLASPHEMER!!!"
In a furious rage, she casts a vile spell and the hand that had previously held her unholy symbol glows with a baleful red light. Reaching out like some grim reaper, she touches Darvesch on the front of his breastplate and the energy blasts clear thru him carrying his life-force away with it.
The dauntless dwarf somehow remains on his feet, although he looks like he could fall over if struck by so much as a feather!
Touch Attack vs AC 12+4 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
ISW 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (8, 7, 8) + 5 = 28
t Stabilization DC 10 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 - 2 = 18 hp
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: 25 - 28 = -3/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty staggered (unconscious & dying at -5)
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
g: 0 = 0/20
M hp: 38 = 38/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: -2 = -2/42 paralyzed until round 108, stable but unconscious
P hp: 27 = 27/36
Sasha hp: 18 = 18/46 paralyzed until round 109

The Brute Squad |

All around the chamber, the ghouls are confused and troubled by the attack against Nylithati and the absence of healing. Even as their priestess takes a surprised step backward from the dwarf, those who witnessed his desecration of Typhon's symbol focus on Darvesch rather than trading places with their injured brethren.
There is no rhyme nor reason to their blows, no coordination in their efforts, only blind rage. Again and again they claw at him. Time and again he fends off with his shield those attacks that his armor cannot stop.
That is all but one...
Whether thru luck or skill, the ghoul to Darvesch's south does manage to penetrate the determined warrior's defenses. There is a spray of blood visible by all as the unholy creature slashes out the dwarf's throat instantly dropping him to the ground in a pool of his own blood!
Q49 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 21 flank, power attack
Q49 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 23 flank, power attack
T47 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 21 flank, power attack
T47 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 28 flank, power attack
crit 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 15 no
dmg 8 + 5 + 4 = 17 power attack
U49 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 - 4 - 2 = 8 flank, soft cover, power attack
U49 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 - 4 - 2 = 15 flank, soft cover, power attack
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: -3 - 17 = -20/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26, Dying dead at -23
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
M hp: 38 = 38/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: -2 = -2/42 paralyzed until round 108, stable but unconscious
P hp: 27 = 27/36
Sasha hp: 18 = 18/46 paralyzed until round 109

Malandraenas |

Oblivious to what has occurred behind their backs but all too aware that they have not been relieved from the punishment they just suffered, the lead ghouls do their best to bring down the warriors before them.
Unable to move, Sasha is felled immediately, two vicious slashes to her abdomen opening her stomach.
Beside her, Mal manages to dodge one of the attacks directed at him, his eyesight goes grey he catches a claw alongside his jaw. Yet he was still on his feet — at least for now...
"Darvesch took out her holy symbol!" Mal exclaims.
Keep us in the hunt here Darkmane...
Q47 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17 power attack
dmg 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 4 = 17
Q47 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 2 = 18 power attack
dmg 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 4 = 11
R45 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17 power attack
R45 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 2 = 26 power attack
crit? 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 2 = 15 no
dmg 8 + 5 + 4 = 17 power attack
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: -20 = -20/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26, Dying dead at -23
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
g: 0 = 0/20
M hp: 38 - 17 = 21/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: -2 = -2/42 stable but unconscious
P hp: 27 = 27/36
Sasha hp: 18 - 17 - 11 = -10/46 paralyzed until round 109, Dying dead at -20
Next Up: Lureene; Alis, Shaka, Mal, Priyya, *Sasha*, Ghouls
MAP: VV - Caves of the Mother, (Round 108)

Lureene Ourson |

NOOOOO! Sash!
Lureene resists the urge to rush to her bosum buddies' side when Sasha gets clawed in twain. The words of Larathiel echoed in her mind. Remember your teammates, they all have their functions here. She glances at Priyya and knows the priestess will be more capable than herself to heal Sasha, not to mention Darvesch.
No, I must do what I can to finish her! She glares at Nylithita and again chants a magical spell, stepping forward to get a clear shot at the ghouls and their priestess.
Step to P45
Cast Lightning Bolt targetting the two north ghoul giants and Nylithita.
Damage 5d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 5, 6) = 19 electrical Reflex save DC 16
Concentration DC 18 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Laithoron |

Another lightning bolt streaks from Lureene's finger tip. It blows a hole clear thru the over-sized ghoul before her and badly scorches the one behind it. Nylithati evades the worst of the attack, yet she totters very close to being destroyed.
Q47 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Q49 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Nylithati 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Next Up: Alis, Shaka, Mal, Priyya, Ghouls, Lureene
MAP: VV - Caves of the Mother, (Round 108b)

Alis Kirmoon |

As the giant's lodge begins to collapse beneath her, Alis runs and leaps from the edge of the roof landing in a rolling tumble. As she lands, she fires off yet another volley from Lureene's wand.
"YOOOHOOO, OVER HERE!"
A 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
MM 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) + 3 = 11

Laithoron |

Perturbed at the painful bites of the annoying yellow-crested fly, Shaka breaks off her destruction of the crumbling lodge and maneuvers around it trying to get within range to swat the annoying insect. However Alis is once again out of reach, albeit just barely.
Next Up: Mal, Priyya, Ghouls, Lureene; Alis, Shaka
MAP: V-Giant Cannibal Village 2, (Round 108)

Malandraenas |
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Gotta make a distraction for Darkmane to move up. I'll never reach the hag in my condition...
"I'M COMING FOR YOU, HAG, BUT FIRST I'M GOING TO GUT ALL YOUR CHILDREN!"
With a roar, Mal plunged past the ghoul standing over Sasha and comes at one of those further back that doesn't look like its been hurt yet. Both it and the ghoul guarding the exit swing at him but both fail to connect.
Mal however does not miss.
Instead he opens a deep slash in the foul thing's side and it screams in pain and outrage.
1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 13 flank, power attack
1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 13 flank, power attack
M Claw 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 12 - 2 = 30 power attack
crit? 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 - 2 = 14 no
dmg 6 + 7 + 4 = 17
Next Up: Priyya, Ghouls, Lureene; Alis, Shaka, Mal
MAP: V-Giant Cannibal Village 2, (Round 108c)

Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak |

Anticipating a possible ghoul mauling, Priyya lays a healing hand on herself before sliding down the pile of bodies. She tumbles forward until every ally and enemy is in range of Alita's power. Calling upon her dwindling spiritual energy, Priyya bathes the area in light once more.
I hope this is enough.
Swift Action - Lay on Hands (self): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Move Action - Move forward enough to catch everyone in her channel blast, if she has to come into AoO range, she'll do it.
Acrobatics (if necessary) 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 5 = 24 Boots of Elvenkind
Standard Action - Channel Energy: 30' radius burst; Will Save vs DC:17 for 1/2 DAM
HEAL: 3d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 2) + (2, 4) = 16 Phylactery
DAM: 16 + 5 = 21
- No Channel Resistance on Damage Save

Nylithati |

"TYPHON NOOOoooooo!!!"
In a brilliant flash of light, the ghoul guarding the exit, the one scorched by Lureene's lightning, and Nylithati are burned to ashes and blown away by the glory of Alíta. The remaining two stagger in disbelief eyes wide at what has become of their sacred mother.
Heedless of Mal's claws, the one nearest him dives forward as if hoping to save Nylithati by scooping up her ashes. The other follows suit, dropping to its knees as well.
Q49 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
R45 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Nylithati 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
T47 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
U49 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: -20 + 16 = -4/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26, unconscious but stable
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
M hp: 21 + 16 = 37/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: -2 + 16 = 14/42 unconscious
P hp: 27 + 16 = 43/36
Sasha hp: -10 + 16 = 6/46 unconscious

Malandraenas |

Unmoved by the incoherent wailing of his foe, Mal tries to slash at the creature as is moves away, but so sudden is their movement that he is unable to connect.
"LUREENE!"
Perception Checks
t DC 12 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
S DC 15 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 = 17
Next Up: Lureene; Alis, Shaka, Mal, Priyya
MAP: VV - Caves of the Mother, (Round 108d)

Lureene Ourson |

Lureene turns to look at her best friend and smiles in relief at her friend regaining consciousness, yet inwardly sighs in response to her exclamation. No, Sash. I am no Angel....but perhaps I can do an angel's deeds....
She spares a quick irritated glance at Mal, Yes, Mal I see them...they will not survive this... before she focuses her light from her golden radiance, and stepping into the chamber opening, points at the first ghoul. A beam flashes from her outstretched finger towards the distracted ghoul!
5' step to Q47
Light of Mercuria attack #1 on ghoul in S49.
Ranged touch 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12 prone
Damage 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 6) = 15
If the attack misses it, or does not finish it off, the second ray will be used.
If it hits and destroys it, then the second attack will be on the other ghoul.
Light of Mercuria attack #2
Ranged touch 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 4 = 19 prone
Damage 4d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 1, 5) = 11

Malandraenas |
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Sasha winces as Lureene looses two lances of golden light. The first one vaporizes the ghoul closest to Mal while the second burns a hole deep into the last ghoul's side.
In panic, it remembers the gravity of its situation and turns toward the tunnel ready to flee.
"Like HELL!"
Snarling in rage, Mal charges ably ducking a clumsy swing of the ghoul's claws. With a singular thrust of his mithril claws, he severs its head and it collapses to the floor raising a cloud of ash around it.
M claws 1d20 + 12 - 2 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 - 2 + 4 + 2 = 33 power attack, enemy prone, charge
dmg 1d6 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 4 = 12

Sasha Nevah |

Silence, save for your own heavy breathing, engulfs the caverns. For several heartbeats, you look around, wondering what else is about to jump at you.
With Lureene's help, Sasha gets back to her feet and gives Lureene a big hug. "Phew, for a minute I was worried you were an angel there! What the hell hit me, it looks like I gave birth or something!"
Seeing that Darvesch still lies upon the floor, she covers her mouth and gasps. "Oh crap, did short stuff buy it? He really gave them hell at least. Good for him! Say do you think his kin would give us a reward for returning his armor at least?"

Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak |

Priyya triages the wounded and attempts to bring Darvesch to consciousness. Rebuke Death and waking him up
"Mal, see if you can get Little Sister up. I have very little healing left - mostly spells - so we have to make them count."
Rebuke Death (by touch)
EFFECT: For creatures below 0 HP, instantly restore 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 HPs and stabilize condition.

Darvesch |

Darvesch looks around, groggily, and see's that he's still alive. "I can't believe I made it through that. I could feel that I was right on the edge of.. Well, thank you for the healing." He dusts himself off as he gets up and re-equips his shield and axe. "So, what are we doing at this point?"

Malandraenas |

Mal nods to Priyya. "On it."
Without ceremony, he jogs past Darvesch unwilling to comment on a plan until everyone is accounted for. With gentle urging, he finds Talvyra responsive to his touch, although her surly mood speaks volumes about what she thinks of the undead.
"Yeah, lousy hunting down here..."
Relieved in no small way, Mal uses the last of his healing magic on his little sister before allowing her to go off and lick her wounded pride in private. Turning back to the others, he says, "Thanks for carrying us thru again Darkmane. If we're taking stock of what we've got left in us, besides fighting and orisons, about the best I can do at this point is to treat poison or maybe call upon nature for allies in a pinch."
Looking at how torn up Sasha and Darvesch are, he comments to Lureene, "If you still have any of those potions left, you might want to share. Those two look like a skinned knee would finish them off at this point."
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: -4 + 7 = 3/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
M hp: 37 = 37/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: 14 + 1d8 + 5 ⇒ 14 + (1) + 5 = 20/42
P hp: 36 = 36/36
Sasha hp: 6 = 6/46

Lureene Ourson |

Lureene gives the others a confused look. "I am not sure what Tut is trying to say here, but it sounds like 'Lis is doing ok."
She turns to Mal and nods in response to his request. As she hands out a healing jug for both Sasha and Darvesch, she replies "Maybe you can climb up the pit and check on her, while the rest of us make sure this place is cleared of enemies."

Malandraenas |

She's either daft or has a generous opinion of my skill at climbing... Maybe both.
Mal hesitates a moment before answering, doing his best to be civil. "Maybe I had a better view since I got knocked on my ass, but the rope along with the balcony it was attached to is now lying in a heap back in that first cavern. You and Alis are the ones who can fly, not me."

Lureene Ourson |

Once Lureene finishes giving out the potions recovered from the giants, she turns to look at Mal "I am sorry but I completely forgot about that." She sighs briefly before adding, I was just concerned about Princess Alis as she is alone up there, but even with my magic it is too far to reach."
She then turns her attention to the fallen ghouls and scans the remains for any magical emanations, or other valuables.

Alis Kirmoon |

As yet another volley of missiles impacts Shaka, Alis starts to find herself wondering if it is having any effect at all.
"This is like trying to paddle across The Boundless in a canoe!"
Starting to breathe hard from running, she can sense King Tut's anxiety.
What in Heaven's name? Not again?!
"Sorry El, you'll just have to hang in there I–"
Alis very nearly trips over a loose stone as she races along the cliff-side trail, the wound in her side making running painful.
I need to concentrate on this fight...
Glancing behind her, she can see that Shaka is still trailing behind her bowling over small trees and raising a cloud of dust behind her as she continues her tireless charge. As she turns back around, her gaze lingers on the sea for a moment.
I wonder if I can make her slip again...
Racing further ahead to buy herself space yet again she targets Shaka's feet with another grease spell but this time the behemoth charges straight thru it unfazed.
So much for that...
Turning her attention back to the trail, she keeps on running, hoping that Lureene's wand isn't a dud that that the trail doesn't run out anytime soon...
r111 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) + 3 = 9
r113 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3, 2) + 3 = 12
Reflex DC 17 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Sasha Nevah |

"Oh sorry, I meant to say Short Stuff." Sasha looks about ready to answer Darvesch further when she sees his dark scowl. "Er– uh... nevermind."
When the dwarf takes the jug from Lureene she waits nearby for her turn. However her expression soon turns from one of chagrin to disbelief as he chugs the whole thing without coming up for air.
Upon picking the heavy vessel up herself, she shakes it with both hands and upends it only to receive a single drop.
"Tch–"
There is a loud crash as she throws the empty vessel aside letting it shatter on the rock floor. "Well guess I know who to buddy up with in a drinking contest now..."
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: 3 + 33 = 36/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
M hp: 37 = 37/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: 20 = 20/42
P hp: 36 = 36/36
Sasha hp: 6 = 6/46

Lureene Ourson |

Lureene gives Darvesch a cool look, Well, that is the LAST time I hand a dwarf anything to drink from now on! Then she realizes there was another jug still with some healing draughts in her pack.
After Darvesch finishes his healing of Sasha, she gives the daughty dwarf a smile. She then pulls Sasha aside and hands the jug to her. "Here you go Sash. This is better than nothing, and then he can charge headlong into trouble, while you sit back and laugh about it, right?"

Sasha Nevah |

Lureene is pretty certain that if Sasha was a rabbit her ears would be standing straight up in surprise at the sudden display of tenderness from the mithril-clad warrior. However, as she realizes that he is healing her rather than copping a feel, she relaxes a bit.
Somewhat awkwardly, she puts one hand behind his back and another behind his sweaty hair and returns the hug, face pressed up against her bare and bloody midriff. "Aww, well as far as hugs go, that was a pretty good one. Your armor feels nice and cool too..."
She leans over a bit further, chest resting atop his head as she allows her arms to drape across the fins of his pauldrons. "Oh yeah, that mithril stuff feels good right about now!"
Upon noting the strange look that Malandraenas is giving her, she stands up straight and smooths out Darvesch's hair. "Oops, mussed you up there."
When Lureene nudges her in the arm with the other jug, she looks delighted... right up until she takes a swig and nearly chokes on the bitter draught. "Auuugh!"
With one eye shut she rubs her tongue on her arm trying to get the taste out. "Gods! I think you probably did me a favor 'Vesch!"
Unable to palette a second swig, the flighty red head pushes the jug back into Lureene's hands. Shaking her head, she says, "And I wasn't sitting back and laughing, well, not laughing at him anyway, those big guys hit me and suddenly my brain went all duuur! and I couldn't budge!"
"Hmmph," she seems almost hurt by the implication, "I'd have been charging in too if I had armor like that, he was kicking butt and taking names!"
A hp: 9 = 9/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: 36 = 36/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
g: 0 = 0/20
M hp: 37 = 37/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: 20 = 20/42
P hp: 36 = 36/36
Sasha hp: 6 + 21 + 1d8 + 3 ⇒ 6 + 21 + (4) + 3 = 34/46

Sasha Nevah |

Sasha rolls her eyes and turns away, making a mocking face of Mal lecturing her. She then leans forward and whispers to Lureene and Darvesch, an arm over each of their shoulders. "Seriously though, we we get off this rock, we need to enter a drinking contest!"
"Hey, do you think these dead guys had any good stuff on 'em?"
OK guys, what's the plan?

Lureene Ourson |

Sasha rolls her eyes and turns away, making a mocking face of Mal lecturing her. She then leans forward and whispers to Lureene and Darvesch, an arm over each of their shoulders. "Seriously though, we we get off this rock, we need to enter a drinking contest!"
Lureene laughs weakly, "I am not sure I could even last one round against you guys!
"Hey, do you think these dead guys had any good stuff on 'em?"
Lureene starts to examine the remains of the ghouls and Nylithita, casting Detect Magic as well. "Just a moment here, and then we can press on. I don't want to spend anymore time down here if I can help it."
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Sasha Nevah |

In a search of the room, Lureene is able to pick up a few magical signatures coming from Nylithati's ashes:
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- A bronze headband in the form of a serpent eating its own tail. While it appears to be Malatestan in manufacture, each of its myriad scales has had a serpentine rune scratched upon its surface at a later date. It radiates both moderate necromancy and moderate evil. With Priyya's help, the succubus determines that it is a phylactery that bolsters its wearer's ability to channel negative energy — the inverse to the one Priyya wears.
- A pendant formed from a large, blood-red pearl like the one Klorak wore. It radiates moderate transmutation. Mal can tell right away (from having worked on several himself) that it is an amulet of natural armor +2.
- A large silver ring with a pattern like fish scales. It has an aura of faint transmutation. Lureene has little trouble figuring out that it is a ring of swimming.
In addition to these, just like the cannibals you slew the night prior, each of the ghouls wore a leather thong around its neck with a single red pearl at its center. The harem girls that Priyya and Mal killed also wear such jewelry. (i.e. You find 10 more bringing your total to 32).
"Hey guys!" You turn to see Sasha flashing a big grin. She's covered in soot and blood and wears a heap of leather thongs around her neck, each bearing a lustrous blood pearl. "What do you think?"
Note: I've updated the Party Tracking page on the wiki with your finds.
L 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 = 26
M 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
P 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Spellcraft Checks: pendant
L 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
M 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
P 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Spellcraft Checks: ring
L 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18
M 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
P 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Alis Kirmoon |
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Theme: Marking Time, Waiting for Death
"Why–" Alis fires a blast over her shoulder and keeps running
"won't–" she ignores the burning sensation growing in her lungs as he shouts the wand's command word yet again.
"you–" the princess is becoming painfully aware of how tired her legs are growing as another charge gets expended.
"DIE?!" Shaka takes another hit from the wand, her carapace and hide now showing scorch marks from repeated missile impacts yet her pace dreadfully fast for such an enormous creature.
As if in answer to Alis' question, Shaka gives a truly deafening roar and bears down on the tiny blonde forcing her to sprint ahead yet again to keep out of range.
Either I'm going to run out of breath or this wand is going to catch on fire before that thing keels over!
Alis pauses yet again to activate the wand and back-pedal further, pulse pounding in her ears. When Shaka still doesn't fall she resumes running again.
I'm going to end up like Cullos!
Another volley from the wand provokes yet another bellow from Shaka who quickly begins to close the gap. Yet as Alis turns to run, she is able only to stagger along at her normal pace.
Come on lungs, I'm not even wearing a corset!
She blasts the lizard again as it gains ground.
"WORK DAMMIT!"
Finally Shaka catches up to her, body smoking from repeated impacts. She charges Alis, attempting to run her over and grind her tormenter to pulp beneath her massive feet. Hands on her knees, the elf girl is just barely able to dodge out of the way at the last second. Only with great difficulty does she manage to avoid the arc of Shaka's tail and hit her underbelly with another three magic missiles, the wand now smoking in her hand.
Shaka stumbles as she turns and tries to charge again, feet digging up huge troughs in the ground as she grinds to a stop. For a moment, Alis feels her heart swell in her chest.
"YES!"
However the dinosaur does not fall. Instead, she barrels at Alis once more. While she is able to avoid the charge this time, she is forced to hurl herself to the ground to avoid getting crushed by Shaka's tail as she points the wand up and yells, "SHAZAM!" yet again.
Suddenly she feel a terrific impact and drops to the ground, hands covering her head, knees tucked to her chest as she tries to minimize her profile.
Why
round 119 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 2) + 3 = 8
don't
round 121 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1, 2) + 3 = 10
you
round 123 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4, 2) + 3 = 11
die?!
round 125 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 3) + 3 = 12
think
round 127 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 2) + 3 = 9
fret
round 129 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4, 3) + 3 = 12
Con DC 10 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9 run limit
round 131 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4, 4) + 3 = 14
Overrun DC 29 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 26 imp overrun, charge, 4 legs
Acrobatics DC 31
A 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 18 + 2 = 34 aoo no AoO
round 132 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 1) + 3 = 7
Overrun DC 29 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 21 imp overrun, charge, 4 legs
fumble? 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 38 imp overrun, charge, 4 legs no
Acrobatics DC 31
A 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 18 + 2 = 32 aoo no AoO
round 133 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4, 1) + 3 = 11

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LK Calendar: Uniens 08, 4210 — Daegsday (day 4)
Time: 1:00md (afternoon, 1:00pm)
There's a dreadful calm.
Only the distant crash of the waves on the shore and the sound of the wind rustling the grass fills the void. A dark shadow falls over Alis and for what seems an eternity, she lays upon the ground unmoving. Slowly, hesitantly, she peeks out from under her arms to see a mountain of flesh and bone towering beside her.
She flinches, fully expecting a blow that never comes.
As her heart begins to catch up with her, she uncoils and realizes that Shaka is no longer moving. A sudden panic takes her and she puts her hands to her head abdomen, breast, arms, and legs as if to ensure everything is still there. Looking around, she cannot see herself anywhere else except for looking down.
I'm still alive? I'm really in my own body?!
She quickly scrambles to her feet to find Shaka not 10 feet away, keeled over onto her side, a huge rut in the ground where she finally fell and slid to a stop. Every now and then there is a convulsion, a twitch of the tail, a spasm in a leg, as individual muscles reflex with no mind to guide them. Yet in spite of isolated throes, the creature as a whole lies dead.
The sweaty, dust-caked princess looks down at the short baton still clenched in her hand. As the adrenaline coursing thru her system subsides, the sharp pain in her side and the sensation of a seared palm finally register again. "Heaven's name!"
Wetting her fingers on her tongue, she carefully touches the wand and finds that it has finally cooled off on its own. Without delay, she tucks it in her belt and taps herself twice in rapid succession with her own ivory wand. In short order, the injury to her side and the burns on her hand are healed.
A sigh escapes Alis' lips as she walks back around Shaka's broad body to her wide, knobby head. Frowning a bit at what she had to do to a poor dumb animal, she put her hand on its now blackened snout.
"Sorry for what I had to do to you, big girl, but I'm no ranger. There's too much that my friends and I have to do still, I couldn't let you step on–"
An explosive noise and a foul stench fills the air as the creature's bowels release in death. "OH GODS!!!"
Face a-grimace and eyes watering, Alis starts running again, choking for air as she beats feat back to the half-demolished village.
A hp: 9 + 1d8 + 3 + 1d8 + 3 ⇒ 9 + (5) + 3 + (4) + 3 = 24/26
k: 13 = 13/13
D hp: 36 = 36/43(58) poison delayed 1/2 saves DC 26
Con 12 = 12/18 -3 penalty
L hp: 41 = 41/41 diseased
M hp: 37 = 37/57 diseased
Dex 17 = 17/18
Int 9 = 9/12
t: 20 = 20/42
P hp: 36 = 36/36
Sasha hp: 34 = 34/46