Wrath of the Righteous - Rise of the PCs! (Inactive)

Game Master Lord Manticore

"I am 'proficient,' as you say. However, I'm not going to be much help in battle with only 4 arrows in my quiver. Is there anyone with you that have a few arrows that they can spare?"

OK, so who wants to lead us to the promise lands? OOC, your characters are getting the impression that Archie doesn't want to take the lead unless she has to, but is willing to coordinate communications through her more powerful transceiver chip. She also appears to be looking for something, but you're not sure what that is.

Ac̵tiv̨atin͠g͜ ̶p̷robability͟ ̶m̸a̡t̡r̡ix- aşs͏esşi̴n͢g dat͏a-̴ ͢s͠o far̛ c̡ons͜i͘d͝ere͡d- e̵l͠f҉ ̕haş ̴'me̵mor̴įes' o̕f̷ t҉únńel͏s̢,͜ ̛su͠g҉ǵe̡s͏ts past͡ m͘e̕ta͟-̸hum̨an u͞s̀ag͡e.̡ O͢ne̛ n̡o͞n-m̕e̶ta-hu͠man̕ ͘o̡rg͢ąn̵is͘m͟ waś ̡a͏ ̡nat̛u̶r҉al àra͏chn͠i͘d.͝ ̸Infe͝r͞enc̨e: ͏u͟nlikel̸y͞ t̷o ̡be a ͢h͜abit̀a͞t̕ o͠f ext͏r͝a͞-pl͏a͢nar͢ o͞r̶g̸an҉is̸m̛s ̛u͡nl҉es̛s̢ t͞h̢es͝e̴ ̢tu̷nn̷e̶ls̕ ͢to͡o͢ ͠have ͡b͢e̴en ͜b̶re͏a͏c͜h̴éd̡. S͝e͏e̛kin͡ģ on͢e l̕a̶st̛ ͘cr̶it̸i͞ca̕l ҉d̨a͏ta poi͘n͟t ́foŕ c̷o̸n҉c̕lu̡si͠on͡:͢ ͞w̶hįch ̕tųn͢nel i̶s ͞mǫs̷t t̶r͡avele͜d?

Sarasanna gather up her things, grabs a hand full of ten arrows and offers them to Anevia. "You may make use of these with your bow."
After that, Sarasanna takes the lead to the tunnels.

However, before deciding which tunnel to take, she investigates the ground and area before them, using her ranger survival programming. She searches for signs of either one being more commonly used. Does one seem to have more worn down stone from regular traffic? Are there signs of spider webs down one tunnel that aren't as prevalent for the other?

Survial, if that works: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Perception, if more appropriate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

"I will check" - Akkramar answers Anevia, then nods as Sarasanna offers her additional ammunition.

"I will check the avenues of egress with you - give me a moment" - he adds to his companion, but first addresses both Aravashnial and Horgus, laying a hand on the currently blind elf's shoulder - "We are checking the path ahead. Please give us a moment"

He then silently moves along with Sarasanna, aiding her.

Suevival aid another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception aid another: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"I suggest the path showing evidence of travel - maximizing the chance for retrieval of sustaining elements should prove useful for both us and the humanoid entities" - Akkramar shares with Sarasanna.

Sarasanna listens to Akkramar, and then shares their findings with the group.

"I am in agreement with Akkramar. Let's take the path most traveled, this one here." Sarasanna suggests, gesturing the top path.

"I further suggest that those of us most capable of stealth travel slightly ahead of the group, by fifteen to thirty feet, so that we are more likely to detect any threats before they endanger the wounded. Who among us is most capable of stealth? I volunteer myself, and Bethune has also been recommended. Akkramar, Dakar, how stealthy do you deem yourselves?"

Tͦ̓̋ͧ̿̚rͯͥ̈ͧͦe͆̑a͆͆ͨͫ͐ͬtͤͧͥ͊̉ͯ̍m͐ěͥ̃ͫ͛ͧn̿͆̓͗ͬtͪ̃ ̑̅͆͋oͥ̾͐ͯ͗ͥ̂f̍ ͛̿͐ͪE͛̽̃ľ̓͂͂͒̓̅f͊̂̚ ͩͧ̋͗c͒o͑͂ͤ͛ḿ̋͊p̃̍͂ͤl̄ê͌ͤ̍̆ͤt̂͂è;͗̎̊̔ͮ̿̚ ̿R̽͛́͂́̓͛epͭ̒a͑̆̂̇ͣiͩ̔rͧ̓s̈́-ͩ̏ ̿Aͯ̏͋d̏̄ͦ͆ͧ̂ͧe͒q̊̓̉̽̈̔uä́̈̈́̏tͬ͆̆̋eͫ̄.̃ͤ̆ͦ͂͆ ̿ E͛x̓ͥ̀̊̈ͯt̄e͐nd̎̑e͂ͫͤ͒͊dͦ͑̏ͫ ̂̑͗̀̌c͊ͨ̊a͐̓̈́̇rͮ̂͐̏̍ͤẽ̓̉̈̉̃ ́ͣ̍i̔̔sͣ̚ ̋͆ͤ̈̀̏͋s̑̽ug̒g̏ͩ̉͛̾͛ēst͌͌ěͯͪ͛̆͌dͧ͌̃ ̏̋̿ͥin̒͐ ̾ͮ̑̀͂ͮt̑̆̆̊h͋̽ͪ̀ͧe͒̄̇͊ ̚nͭ͑̊ͩͧ̿e͂ͧ͊a͆ͥ͋͛ͧ͗ȓͦ̄̀̚ ͐̐f̈́͋̓ͪuͬ͂t̑ureͮ ̂͒ͬto͋̈́ͭ ̑͑̓̈̎͊͊p͊ͣr̾̅̓eͪͪ͒̋̑ṽͨēͯn͐ͦͬͭt͋̍̍̓ iͫ̐nf̎ĕ̀ͦc͒̽̃̑tͪͦͣ̾͊i͆̆͊́oͤn͌̒ͧ̆̔ ̅̽an̿ͣ̄̑̚d̀̌͌/ͧ̍͑o̔̒̉̈̚r ̔̾̚f́͌ͪ̔̊̎͂ȗ́̑͊̃̈́rt̒ͩ͐h̉̇͆ȇ̊̅̓̀r̿̉͆̈́͛̓ ͣa̓̿̓̔̂̃g̚iͣ̓ͦ̓̎ͯͪt̎̈̌ͫ̏͂ͤáͧͨ̈͂t͊i̍͒͌ͮo͋̓̒̉̽ͬn̎.̽ͬ̈͆͐ ̽ͬͫͪ͒ Resounds Bethune's fuzzy communication over the communicators.

Bethune puts away his kit, securing it to an available strap on his pack. He stands to his full height and brings his crossbow to bear. After a quick check of his ammunition he loads what appears to be a normal bolt into the crossbow's mechanism in preparation for any "surprises"

"Sarasanna and I will scout ahead, thirty feet infront. The rest of you make certain that the wounded and frail are encircled. Keep your orbs peeled, no chatter, and let us proceed. " He speaks in a calming tone, and nods to Sarasanna as he begins to head towards the passage they had decided upon.

He clenches his cold-iron dagger between his teeth and slows down to a crouch walk with his crossbow at the ready.

Sc̣̖̝̲o̺̲͙̝̟u̗̯̱̭͈ṯ̟̦̳i̞̯̪̦n̩g͙͈̙͈̱̮ ̮̞͕̠̫̬̝p̱͉r̫o̤͕̯̼͖g̞̗̠ṛ̻̲̜am̖͍̙ ͇͚̮̺̫̖e͚̼̤͍̟̰͚ṋ̝g͓ͅa̻̠̱̣ͅg̬̭̫̰ͅͅe̳̺̯d͍͇͖͕̼.̱̭͍̳̥ͅ ̫̺͕̣̭̗W̰̯̞͉͈̥͉A̜̞R̖͈͇N͈I̻̻ͅN͍G̘͓͎͓̙͔====-͎̱͖K͎͇̩̹͕e̘͙̞̯e̮͚̮̱̱p̮͇̭̲͚ ͔̠͔l͈̮̲̬͔̗͉ig̩͙͈̗͚͈h̪̬̯̩͓t͎̞̣͙̫-̠͕̪̬̪̖ͅs͇o͙͔̩̜u̼r̹̱̯͇̦c͈̞es̘͖͎ ̻̭̗͇͉̩̖l͙̙̲͖o̭̯͎͖̜̻̤w̠-͚̳U͖͕̺̞̟̼s̙͎̬e̗̳͎̻ ̣̳̣m͉̞̭̟i͚̖ͅn̻͚̰i̬͙̱̞̳̫m̥u͚ͅm ̗̯v͓͍͔̪͎ḙ̟͔̦ṟ̖͓̲̟̬̦b̹̳̼̻a͍̩̘l̖ c̻o͓̻ṃ͉̠̯m̠u͕̲̬͕ṋ̜̮̮i̯̖c̫a͓̞̺tị̦̖̫̞o͎̰͉̠̼̮n̮ͅ-̦͎̻̦K͎̪͈̖̖e̺͔͖e̻̱p̙̗̤̗̬̻ ̪t̝h̠͈̳e͍̺s͚͚ͅe͇͙̻ c̻̬̱h͈͖̩̘a̞̝̼̩n̼̭n̙͕e͎͎̪̯̻l̲͔̮̙̫s̤̝͍̜͎̺ ̱̟͎̜͇͔̞o͓̬̫̱̟pe͓͍̰̥n̺͔-

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

OOC: Yikes, not a very good roll on that stealth after he took point on that, but at least he's somewhat alert.

"Very well, Bethune," Sarasanna says and nods to express the affirmative. She sets her pole and backpack full of gear down by the edge of the egress, and looks to the others. "Would someone be so kind as to carry a lady's things?" She says in a flat, somewhat awkward monotone, not fully imitating the conventional inflection of the idiom.

R̴equ̢eşt҉i̸ǹg͡ ͠ąssistanc͏e w͠i̴t͠h ̢se̕c҉o̶ǹd̡a͟ŗy͡ g̡e̷ár̕ ̸s͡o as͝ t͝o m͘ax͘i͜m̡iz̕e e̴f̷f̀e̶ct̀i҉v͠e͜n̷e͡ss o҉f͠ s͏coutin̷g͘, Sarasanna clarifies over Grayfang.

She then proceeds, carrying only weapons and armor, no more than 30 ft. ahead into the top passage.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 - 1 acp = 12 total stealth

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

OCC: Gah! My rolls turned out just the same! O.O Not so stealthy, but alert. ^_^ How'd that happen?

You move ahead about 30' and find yourself looking at a smaller cavern. The area is big enough to hold 4-5 people sleeping, but not much more than that (assuming Medium creatures here, Small creatures would have no problem stacking up like cordwood in this area). At first glance, it would appear that the area was in fact a (recently?) used campsite. What you can see is a small pit for a fire and a torn bedroll. Behind that, you see a pile of bones and some broken materials.

Akkramar stands back as Bethune and Sarasanna take up the forward scouting - 'Not enough parameters to evaluate the stealth capabilities of this unit' - he replies to Sarasanna through the comm - Average to below average' - he decides.

He stops 30 feet back from them - 'Waiting further intel'

Sarasanna replies through Grayfang.
We ҉h̢a̶ve ͞d̀i̴sćov̢e̡re͢d͡ t͡r͡ąces ́of҉ ṕossib̛le m͝et́a͞-̕hu͡man acti̸v͝i̢t̸y̸- a ̛for͜me͢r ̸'͢c̶amp'. No ̧ex̡tra-p̡l͞an҉ar a̵ct̵i͞vi͏ty̵ ͜o̵r ͠prȩs͠e͏nce ͝of ̛an͟y li҉vi͜ng̀ o̕rg̛a͏ni̷s̢ms det̛e͞c̷t͟ed.̧ Area̵ ̸i̸s͢ ̀c͡lear.̨ Àll̶ ̡u҉nit̨s ͠may ̀p̶r͢o͝c͠éed̶. ́

While the others respond as they will to her message, Sarasanna takes a closer look at the pile of bones.
I͟ aĺso̵ ͢p͞er͝c͢e̴i͜v͢e ̀un͜dete̡rmined dead͞ r͘ęm̵a͢in̴s.͞ ̡Se̛e̶k͏ing͢ ͜to̧ ̕d̕àtę ̡mo̵st̴ ́re͠cen͢t́ us̸e̛ of ar͟e͠a,̢ ̧as ̕w̕ell as̶ ͜i͘den̷ti̕fy̸ ̴nat̶ur̕e̷ ͝o̸f̕ r̢em͝ains.͟

Survival to determine how recently camp was used, where the people may have gone, etc.: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Heal, to determine cause of death from bones: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Knowledge (Planes), to determine whether any of the remains are extra-planar: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Akkramar nods to both Anevia and Horgus, making sure at least one of them is assisting Aravashnial along - "We can proceed" - he informs, plodding slightly ahead of them, and waiting at the entrance to the cave.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Sarasanna replies through Grayfang.

We ҉h̢a̶ve ͞d̀i̴sćov̢e̡re͢d͡ t͡r͡ąces ́of҉ ṕossib̛le m͝et́a͞-̕hu͡man acti̸v͝i̢t̸y̸- a ̛for͜me͢r ̸'͢c̶amp'. No ̧ex̡tra-p̡l͞an҉ar a̵ct̵i͞vi͏ty̵ ͜o̵r ͠prȩs͠e͏nce ͝of ̛an͟y li҉vi͜ng̀ o̕rg̛a͏ni̷s̢ms det̛e͞c̷t͟ed.̧ Area̵ ̸i̸s͢ ̀c͡lear.̨ Àll̶ ̡u҉nit̨s ͠may ̀p̶r͢o͝c͠éed̶. ́

While the others respond as they will to her message, Sarasanna takes a closer look at the pile of bones.
I͟ aĺso̵ ͢p͞er͝c͢e̴i͜v͢e ̀un͜dete̡rmined dead͞ r͘ęm̵a͢in̴s.͞ ̡Se̛e̶k͏ing͢ ͜to̧ ̕d̕àtę ̡mo̵st̴ ́re͠cen͢t́ us̸e̛ of ar͟e͠a,̢ ̧as ̕w̕ell as̶ ͜i͘den̷ti̕fy̸ ̴nat̶ur̕e̷ ͝o̸f̕ r̢em͝ains.͟

[dice=Survival to determine how recently camp was used, where the people may have gone, etc.] 1d20 + 7
[dice=Heal, to determine cause of death from bones] 1d20 + 7
[dice=Knowledge (Planes), to determine whether any of the remains are extra-planar] 1d20 + 6

Cǫm: S͠ar̷a̸sa̵nn͡a͏:̛ A̷c̡kn̸o̶ẁl̢e͟d̨gęd́. Be̶ a̴d͏vi͢s҉ed̛,͘ non ̕còmbáta̧nts͢ ̸a͢r͘e ̧mov͢i̧n͞g͡ at̨ ͢n͢o̢ ̧mo͢r͜e t̶han͝ ͝5͘0̛%͢ ҉h͢um̡a̵n̕o҉id ̛nor̶ma̵l͞. Ma͘x p̸r͝o̷babįlity͏ ͟st͢àte҉s͜ t̕hat ̛th͠is̢ wi҉l̢l͢ ̸be ́ma͠xi̧mu̶m s͡ustai͘ned҉ sp̛èèd͞. ̀U͜ni͝t͜s d͝ęsi̷g҉n̵ated́ ̸ąs s̛cout̀s m̀ay ́m͝ove̢ at͝ full ҉śp̢e̡ed, ͞ưp ̴to ͠300́ fe͢et ̷i̵n ͏fro̴n̕t́ ͏ơf̶ ͝p̛art͡y t̀o do ҉a͞d̶va̧n͢ced ͢ąnal͝y̡şìs f͜or͏ t͝h͢e͟ pu̷r̶po͡s̸es͜ ̢of d͠e̛t̢ęr̀mi͝n̷ing ͘m͘ax p̛rob͘a̴bi̶lit͞y̴ ́of ̀ác̕h́ie͝ving ͠goa͏l͏. Ac̀k͢nowl҉ed͞ge̶.͘

Akkramar stores all the useable items in his pack, observing the brooch more attentively.

Don't think I have any knowledge that would help here..

Knowledge (Local?): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

He then relays the description of the item to the others through the comm.

While the others had been busy inspecting the tunnels, Dakkar had been focused on discerning the properties of the dragon scales.

Dakkar reports over their internal comm system, wary of the stranger.

Most interesting. These scales have several unusual properties. Like the one that Akkramar holds, another has the same property. You may recall from your basic downloads, that some creatures are vulnerable to weapons blessed by certain religious figures. These two scales mimic that ability on a weapon for a short time. It is only necessary to utter a short command sequence to activate the ability.

Two of them will provide some protection against cold or electrical hazards. One will provide an overlay to one's skin, and the last provides an ability to move up and down.

My maker did not consider that I can not reach the higher shelves without assistance, so I will hold onto this one. If any of you feel that the others would be of use to you, say so.

Com: Dakkar: I can use the one that can mimic a religious 'image' on my weapon. If you can pass it over on our next break, that would be acceptable.

Com̧: ̛A͠rchi͟e.̛ ͠Ack҉n͝ow̕ledged̢.͠ ͝I ̸hav́e̢ d̸isc̀ove͏r͡ed r̸em͠ai̴n̶s o̕f d͡eąd̢ ͟a̷ ̷humanói̵d. C͠re͜átưr͠e ͠ty͝pe u͢nde҉te͞rm͡i̷ne͟d̡.̢ ͞J̵u̡dg̨in̨g b͞y ̀p̡l͘a͝c͞e̛męnt of ͢b̧o͢n̕e҉s, de͡a̡th̴ was̛ wi̵t͝hín̸ ͏l͜a̕s͠ţ ̷s̕͞e͜҉̵v̴͢é͘r͘a̕̕l͝͏ d͝ąy͞s.́ ́Skeletal̶ ̴r̀e̛m̴ains su̴g͜g̶eşts ̀a̧ rap̛id͡ ̧d̷est̵ru͜c͡t̸i̛o͢ņ o͞f s̵o̡ft t̀is͜s҉u͜e.͏

C̴om͏ ҉a͞ll̢.͏ ́Requ̴es͘ti͟ng a͡ss̡is̴t͢ance͞ in de̢t͟e̢r͡mi̕n̕i̢n̕g͏ ̡nat̴ur̵e̛ ̷ąņd c̵aus͝e̸ o҉f̷ d̀ęath̨ o̡f͢ ̀hųm̶àn̡o͘id͠ rem҉a̶i̢n͢s.

Ćom҉, Ot͟h͘e͜r͟ units d̨es̷i̛g͘nate͝d̷ ̵scout́s.̴ We͏ a̛re̴ p͟e͡r̕mi̴tt́ed͘ a l̀ea̶d͟ o͟f̵ ͘3̵0̴0 f͘t͝.͡ fơr͞ pu͜r͞p̢ós͘e͠s̛ of͟ ̢ąs͟ses҉s̡ing su̶c͞çes̵s ̨p̴roba҉b͞il͠t̕y̢. ҉Un͜ti̶l͠ s͘ćou͠ti͡n͟g̸ ̶cou͡ńtèr͜p̕a͠r̷t̀s ͝a̕ckn̡ówl̴e͢d͠g͡e, I am͞ ͝movin͟g҉ f͞o҉rw͝a̧rd̢ o͡n̛e t̸hird͡ t͟hat̀ d̡i͞sta̕ǹce̷ t̕o͡ s̛e͝e ̷wh̸át I̷ ̧c͘an see, t҉h͘en w͠aitin͡g͢ ̷for̶ o͠t͝hèr̷ ̛scouts ͝to͜ ̀ac͡knơwled̛g̷e̴ ̶or̷ fo̸ll͜o̴w͜.

Sarasanna proceeds another 100 ft. down the passage beyond the camp, taking no step further until Bethune or another scout-worthy counter part joins her.
She has her halberd raised in defensive stance, moving slowly, quietly, and alert with her guard up.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
ACP already factored in!
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

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A̻̻̰n̛̼͎̬͉s̰̳͝w̡͉̹̱̰̞̗͓e̶̞̝̻͈ͅri̹̩͈̪͠n̦͎̘̩g̖̻͙̩͜ͅ ̺̤̣̖̳͢ͅa̷̠̫͎̻̱̻̦i͖̺̫ḍ̖̩ ̨f̨o̜̗͕r̷͍̦̝͈ ̲̱̗̟̰̪̕f̜̼͖̫u̪̰̻͟ṛ̡̻̺͉̞ṱ̜̬͍͈͢h͎̼̜̥e͎̝̠̘r̥̳̩̝͝ͅ ̯̳̗e̷̫x̧͇a͍͙m̮̖̤i̩͈͕̗ͅn͖̕a̙͙͇͞t̘̘̝̗̩i̷͎̺͕͍o҉̙̜̯̖ṉ̸̥̪̞͔.̹̰͈͚̫͔̀.̶̙̜͖̫̣̙͙.҉P ̫͈̮r̦̭̥̠̟̖o̤̤̩̝̫͉ć̖̞̼e̻̙̥̠͍̙̪̕s̩͘s̬̱͔̝͟i̤͢n̳̖̫̟̝͚̤g̷̤̠̼ͅ.̶͉͓͍͓̺̠͉.̸͚̻̫̭͕̳̼ .͏

Bethune edges towards what appears to be a tangled mess of remains. His eyes dart rapidly over the scene as he attempts to analyze the visual data. " Care if I take another look?" He offers quietly as he pokes and prods at the remains with his gloved digits.

Heal check on the remains: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Guys and LM, how do you want to handle the loot list, etc?

Also, is Lucifer still with us?

As Bethune examines the scene, Akkramar moves after Sarasanna to offer support.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Yeah, still here, sorry. I've been busy and haven't had much to say.

Lucifer continues to move with the main group, shovel in hand and ready to protect in case of an attack, as he isn't much of a scout.

I̕ ҉am e҉q͟uippe̷d̵ ̸w͟i̕t͝h k̕nǫwledg̀e o̶f̶ injurįes͡; m҉o̵vi̧ńg ̶to ̛examin͠e th̕e̸ h̵um͜a͢no͞i̧d ͡rem̵ains.

The android then moves forward to the skeleton and crouches down, trying to gather what information he can on the cause of death.

Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

@Lucifer: It's not a problem, I figured you were back in the main chamber digging graves. ;p

@Akkramar: I leave the creation of loot lists to the party. I'll help with the formation of it, if you need it, but it will be up to you guys to handle it.

Haha, honestly, if we were going to stay there much longer, I would have.

Lucifer frowns--the expression clearly forced--and stands. After a moment, he hums as though in thought.

T͠h̡i͟s ̀h͠um̷anoid͞ ̴po͟ss͠e̡s͡s͞ed ͡s͘ome ̕form͏ ͜of̷ m͟ut̴a̧tion̡, ̛th͠ou҉g̡h ̧ẃhet̢he͢r gen̨eti͏c̶ or auģmeǹt͡ed I can͠n̨o̸t͘ p͢er͢c̕eive͘ w̵i͘th̶out ̛m͢o͞r̷e ad̷v̛an͝ce͝d ͘t̷o̧ols̛. ҉T̶h̛e̡ ̨c͠a͢u̸se҉ o͟f̕ d͝ea̧th̷ ͏w̡as͘ ͘ap͏p̕a҉re͏ntly an a͠ni̸mal͠ att̡ack.͝ ͝Pr͢o͡ce̛ed ̴with͠ ̧c͜au͘t̴io҉n҉.

The android tightens his grip on the shovel. "We should be cautious," he says aloud, "I think there are--or were--animals living in these tunnels. Let's keep moving."

Anyone pick up Sarasanna's pack yet? ^_^

Sarasanna nods to acknowledge Akkramar, and gives him a little wave. This is a relic of the personality with which the android is implanted. The gesture lacks the all the other body-language details which would have come naturally to Sarasanna in her "former life".

Co̷m͟m.̕ Arc̵h̷i̸é.̢ ͘A͏kkra̶m̢ar͞ ͡a̸n͘d ͏I͢ ha̷v̨e dis҉cov͢er̕ed á sp͠l͏i̛t in̡ t̢he̕ tunn͞e͝l̀. ͠Wȩs͘t pas͞sa͠g̷e̡ a͞pp͏ea͡r͝s̢ t͝o̵ ͟r͞et͜ur͘ń t͏ò poi̛nt ̶òf orig͡in̴,͘ Eas͡t ͟con͝ti͘nu͟e̛s͡ ̶f̧u͘r̷th̛er i҉n̢to com̷pĺex͟. ̶Adv͡ancińg̷ ̷2́00 f̛t. down̸ ҉Ea̵s͡t͏er̀n ̧pas͝s̨a̧g͢e t҉o as͠şes͡s,͏ o͠r ͝u͝n͏t̀i͝l ͠fu̷r̡t͏her ͘c҉òm̶m̛a͝nd͞ ̢i̷s͜ ̴gi҉ve͏ņ. ̀

Sarasanna nods again to Akkramar and gestures with her halberd down the Eastern passage, and begins progressing down it with the same stealth and caution.

New rolls, or are we keeping the old ones?

Anyone pick up Sarasanna's pack yet? ^_^

Sarasanna nods to acknowledge Akkramar, and gives him a little wave. This is a relic of the personality with which the android is implanted. The gesture lacks the all the other body-language details which would have come naturally to Sarasanna in her "former life".

Co̷m͟m.̕ Arc̵h̷i̸é.̢ ͘A͏kkra̶m̢ar͞ ͡a̸n͘d ͏I͢ ha̷v̨e dis҉cov͢er̕ed á sp͠l͏i̛t in̡ t̢he̕ tunn͞e͝l̀. ͠Wȩs͘t pas͞sa͠g̷e̡ a͞pp͏ea͡r͝s̢ t͝o̵ ͟r͞et͜ur͘ń t͏ò poi̛nt ̶òf orig͡in̴,͘ Eas͡t ͟con͝ti͘nu͟e̛s͡ ̶f̧u͘r̷th̛er i҉n̢to com̷pĺex͟. ̶Adv͡ancińg̷ ̷2́00 f̛t. down̸ ҉Ea̵s͡t͏er̀n ̧pas͝s̨a̧g͢e t҉o as͠şes͡s,͏ o͠r ͝u͝n͏t̀i͝l ͠fu̷r̡t͏her ͘c҉òm̶m̛a͝nd͞ ̢i̷s͜ ̴gi҉ve͏ņ. ̀

Sarasanna nods again to Akkramar and gestures with her halberd down the Eastern passage, and begins progressing down it with the same stealth and caution.

New rolls, or are we keeping the old ones?

C̀͡o̡͟m͜: ́͢͝S̢͞a̶̴͞r͏̡̡a͢͠s͘a̵nņ͢a̴͢: A̡͟c͝k̶̨n̡o̵͜w̢͟l͞e̷҉d̛͠g̶͜e҉d̢҉.͜ P̨̀͝ŕ͘o͟ć͢͏e̡͏e̶̕d̕͡ ̷w͞i̵̡҉t҉̡h̸̡ ̵̨c̶̡a̵u̵̡͝t̛i̢o̴n

I'll need a new Perception roll please.

As we continue into the new area (currently occupied by Bethune), I continue to cast light spells to keep the darkness away for those who do not have ocular implants.

Sarasanna checks to be sure Akkramar is following. If he is still with her, she remains vigilant as she proceeds another 200 ft. down the Eastern passage.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Haha, honestly, if we were going to stay there much longer, I would have.

Lucifer frowns--the expression clearly forced--and stands. After a moment, he hums as though in thought.

T͠h̡i͟s ̀h͠um̷anoid͞ ̴po͟ss͠e̡s͡s͞ed ͡s͘ome ̕form͏ ͜of̷ m͟ut̴a̧tion̡, ̛th͠ou҉g̡h ̧ẃhet̢he͢r gen̨eti͏c̶ or auģmeǹt͡ed I can͠n̨o̸t͘ p͢er͢c̕eive͘ w̵i͘th̶out ̛m͢o͞r̷e ad̷v̛an͝ce͝d ͘t̷o̧ols̛. ҉T̶h̛e̡ ̨c͠a͢u̸se҉ o͟f̕ d͝ea̧th̷ ͏w̡as͘ ͘ap͏p̕a҉re͏ntly an a͠ni̸mal͠ att̡ack.͝ ͝Pr͢o͡ce̛ed ̴with͠ ̧c͜au͘t̴io҉n҉.

The android tightens his grip on the shovel. "We should be cautious," he says aloud, "I think there are--or were--animals living in these tunnels. Let's keep moving."

Know (local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Cò̶̕m̧͘:҉̀͘ ̵L͢͠u͞c̷̛͢į̡f̀ér̕:̀ ̧҉A͏c̨ķn̛͡ó̴wle̛d̛g̴̀͜ed.̢͝ ͘͜͞M̀͟͞ąx͏͜ ̵̶p̶̧͢r̸͜o͜͝b̵̵ ҉̀͡s̢t̸à̷̡t̷͟e̶͜s̴̢ ̡t̶̷hat͡͏, ̛b̶͞͠as̡ȩ̷͜d̢͞ ̸o̕n̨ ̴l͡o͡҉͝c̶҉͡ą̕͠l̢ ͘k̢ńo҉̀w̵l̀è͟͞d͏̀gè̛,͜͡ ̴̡͞t́h̴o͏ư̴s͜͠a͘͘͟ǹ҉d҉̶s̨͢ ̧̀o̸̡f́͞ ̨͡é̛͡a̛͟r̷͘͢l̵͟ý̕ C̨r̴̷̀ų͢͡s̛͝à͢d͡͞͡èr̨s҉̶̛ ͠ẃ͟e̷̕re̡͠ ͜m̨͡͠u̸͟͠ta̕҉t͢͡ę̧d̀ ̵b͟y͟͡ ͟͞d͘ę͟m̴óni̸̡ç ͜f̵̸̨o̢͢͜ŕ͘c̕e̶͜s ̕d̶̶́ur̸i͡͏̀n̛͢g ̴͝t̸͏h͢͡e̢ F̢̛i̛r͢st ̴à̢̡n̨̧͠d ̷S̸̛͢ę͝c̛o͜n̵͝d͏ ̨͘C҉̨ŗ͡͠u͘̕s͟ad͢es͏.̵ ̵̢I̷҉̛t̨ ̀͝i͜s ̨͢b̀͢͞e̵̸͏ĺ̛͏iev͏͢e̷d t̸͢h̶a͝t̸̕̕ ̀man̕y̴͝ ̛f̴̛́ĺ̛e̵͞҉d͏̧̛ ̶in̶̶͝t̀o ̀̕͠t҉h͟e͠ ̛͞ú͜n̢͢d́͘er̢g̡͜r͝ǫ͘͢u̕͜͜ń̢d̡.̴ B̵͢a̢̧s̡e͢d ̛͟o̧n ͝͝t̴h̕͏̢at̵ ͡có͡n̷͡jec҉t̨͜ù͠r̷̶͢é͏,͘͢͠ į̢͞ţ̨͢ ̨́͝i͘͡s̀ ̀l̨͟i̧͝k̷̶͜e҉ly̸͘ ̨t̶̀̀h̨͢à̴t̡̕ ̀͟th́ís ҉̷ḿa̵͡͝ý̵͢ ha̴v͘͘͜e̴ ͟͠͡b̸̧ȩ͝è͞͡n̨͠ ͢a ̀͞s̴eć̨͠ơ̕n̨d̛͠ ̴̛o̶r̀̀ ̴̸͘ţ́h̷i̸rd̸̨ ͞͞҉g̨͝e̡͜n҉̧e̴r͡a̸̢͡t̵͡į̕͝o̡n̶͘ ҉̵͏h́u̢ma̸̷n̕͟o͟͝ìd͞͏,̶͝ ̵͟͠w̛͞i̴t̀h̀ ̀͞g̛en̨ȩ̕ti̶̢̛c̶ ͠c̛ha̵̡n̴g͘͏é̴͠ş́ ҉͝m͡͡a̵͡d͢e̛.̶ ̡͝P̨r͢o͘͟͠b̡a̡͡҉b̴̧il͠i̵͢ty ̴ơ̧͡f̡ ͢͟e҉̢͠n̶̛v̸i̴ro̶ń͘ḿ͢en̸t̴͡a͠l͘͞ ̶͘h̷a̷z̴͜a̕̕r̶͘̕d̵s͏̷ ̧a҉r̶̛̕e̶̢ ͡l͏͘͡ów͏̷̢,̨͟ ̛͏a̸͘s͞͏́ ̨r̡a̢҉d̛i͟͜͡a͠͞t͡i̡҉ón ̛s̷͘p̧͞r̢͝é͘a͝͞d̶͟ ̀f̨r̨͠o̷͘͠m͘ ̶̷͢t̢hè͘ S̡t̵̴a̛r̷̀͜s̕͝hi͝p̛͢ d̕įd n͞͝҉ot̸̴͢ ̕ŕ̛̕e̛̛͢ą̀ch̵ t̵͝h̵҉̶i͠ş͝ ̵fa̴̴̧r̨͝ ͘͢͏nó̸r̨̨th̛,̷͜ ͏͘b̶̶͜a͟s҉̨͘e̷͢d̴̢͏ ̧o̶͠n me̢̢͟m͞o̴r̷̶y̶ ͟a͞ŗ̸͠ç͢hi͏v̵̧e̡͞s͏̸̶. ͘

Sarasanna checks to be sure Akkramar is following. If he is still with her, she remains vigilant as she proceeds another 200 ft. down the Eastern passage.

[dice=Perception] 1d20 + 9

Bethune follows close behind Lucifer after he offers his expertise on the state of the remains.

P̸̣̣̝͚̻͎r̸͇͔ͅo̴̘̞̺̻͍̻̦̻ͅc̮̺̙͍̻̗͉͟ͅę̸̗̳͞e̳͕͜d͏̲͙̮̫̝ịn̗̫̪̪̮͎̰̰̩͢͠g̶̘͘ͅ ̖̝̺̕͡t̡̹͎̳̖̰̙̻o̞̣̲̥̟ ̡̛҉͔͚̼̲̫̖̥̳2̣̲̼̰͖̹̮̬͍0̛̰̦̲0̶̧̝̹̳͈̻̤ ̴͚̲̹̗̩̹͇f̶̵̦̻t̨̻̫̯.̸̨̫͓̖̲͉̫͜ͅ ͚͎̣̣͚d̮̬̗̝ǫ͔̕͘ẃ̡͇̘̯͚̥ṋ̼̜͖̬̭ ̵͓̰̺̬̞̠t͏̪̮̝̰̼̝͝h̞̮͍̣͇̤͚̰̦͘e̲̺̣̠̲̱ ̥̰E̵̸̥̫̳͖͔͖a̸̟̭͕̤s̱̳t̬̘̮̼̗̠͇͜e̗̦̺͕̱͎̥̕͝ŕ̘̭̝̗̬͇̗͘͞ͅn̕͘҉̠̫̰ ̴̢̱̼͇̮̱̝̕p̷̩̞̠̦̘̪̰̻ͅḁ̸̜͍̦̻͚̩͠s̛̞̖͖͇̞͔͜s̡̺̖̲̩͎̬͙͟a̛̹g̷͉̟̜͓͕̫̠̫͟͡e̘̗̝̻̮͉̩͙.̕ ̸̡͉͉̤̘̜̱

He then branches off and moves up to assist Sarasanna.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Bethune follows close behind Lucifer after he offers his expertise on the state of the remains.

P̸̣̣̝͚̻͎r̸͇͔ͅo̴̘̞̺̻͍̻̦̻ͅc̮̺̙͍̻̗͉͟ͅę̸̗̳͞e̳͕͜d͏̲͙̮̫̝ịn̗̫̪̪̮͎̰̰̩͢͠g̶̘͘ͅ ̖̝̺̕͡t̡̹͎̳̖̰̙̻o̞̣̲̥̟ ̡̛҉͔͚̼̲̫̖̥̳2̣̲̼̰͖̹̮̬͍0̛̰̦̲0̶̧̝̹̳͈̻̤ ̴͚̲̹̗̩̹͇f̶̵̦̻t̨̻̫̯.̸̨̫͓̖̲͉̫͜ͅ ͚͎̣̣͚d̮̬̗̝ǫ͔̕͘ẃ̡͇̘̯͚̥ṋ̼̜͖̬̭ ̵͓̰̺̬̞̠t͏̪̮̝̰̼̝͝h̞̮͍̣͇̤͚̰̦͘e̲̺̣̠̲̱ ̥̰E̵̸̥̫̳͖͔͖a̸̟̭͕̤s̱̳t̬̘̮̼̗̠͇͜e̗̦̺͕̱͎̥̕͝ŕ̘̭̝̗̬͇̗͘͞ͅn̕͘҉̠̫̰ ̴̢̱̼͇̮̱̝̕p̷̩̞̠̦̘̪̰̻ͅḁ̸̜͍̦̻͚̩͠s̛̞̖͖͇̞͔͜s̡̺̖̲̩͎̬͙͟a̛̹g̷͉̟̜͓͕̫̠̫͟͡e̘̗̝̻̮͉̩͙.̸̡ ͉͉̤̘̜̱̕

He then branches off and moves up to assist Sarasanna.

[dice=Stealth]1d20+8

[dice=Perception]1d20+9

The rocks know that you're there, but you can read the Perception spoiler tag I left above.

C̸om̵: A͠rch͜i͏e ͠pļus͜ ҉a͝l͝l̛ s͠til̨l ͏near͢ ̡abànd͘o͝n̸e̢d ca̧m̕psít͢e̕: The̡ ̶p͞a͢s̷sa͢g҉e͟ ̡seems ̸to͞ háv͟e̢ t̴aken ̨u͠s̵ in a͢ ҉c͢i͞rc͘le͠. Ţhe ͝ẃay a̷head͡ i̡s u̡nc̨léar͟.͘ B͝as͞ed ̨o͠n yo͢u͏r̢ ͞chro̡n͝ǫm͡et͜eŕ,̴ ҉do ̀yo͞u̢ ̵a͝s͞ses̴s͢ t̢hat̶ ̡we͏ ̛a̡r͝ę ́ah͡e̸ad ̶of͘ ͢t͡h͡ę ̴y̸o͘u or͝ bȩhi̸n͘d ͞yǫu?̶

"[smaller]It appears we have been her before." Sarasanna says aloud to Bethune and Akkramar, if he is present. Sarasanna then glances up at the backpack suspended on the wall.
"What is that? - My pack? Watch my back while I investigate."

Sarasanna sets down her halberd and then attempts to climb the slippery rocks up to the suspended backpack.

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

As she draws near the pack, the feminine android is careful to check the pack and the area near it for traps before she grabs it.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"Peculiar." The doctor notes simply as he and Sarasanna come 'full circle'.

"Your back is safe with me." He states, a clumsy jumble of his linguistic processor's predisposition for niceties. At least no organics were around to notice and Bethune seemed to carry on none the wiser.

Aş͓͉̪̖s̴͍̜͎͖ų̮̜̹̺̤ͅm̜͚͖i̘̫̭̜͕͝n̖g͉͉ ͔̩̝̱̳̯̕ͅwà̜̪̞͙̤̣t̞͍c̴͚͚h͍̖̞̟̤̻ ͎͔̬̙͈͚͓̕p̶̱͉a͚ra̰̭̻̭̤̜̱m̠̩͜e͙̼͔̻̦̠̥t̟̱͕͈e̙r̟͎̯̣̳̲̖͠s̢̻̼.͚̥̩ ̫̹̞̠̥̰
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

C̸om̵: A͠rch͜i͏e ͠pļus͜ ҉a͝l͝l̛ s͠til̨l ͏near͢ ̡abànd͘o͝n̸e̢d ca̧m̕psít͢e̕: The̡ ̶p͞a͢s̷sa͢g҉e͟ ̡seems ̸to͞ háv͟e̢ t̴aken ̨u͠s̵ in a͢ ҉c͢i͞rc͘le͠. Ţhe ͝ẃay a̷head͡ i̡s u̡nc̨léar͟.͘ B͝as͞ed ̨o͠n yo͢u͏r̢ ͞chro̡n͝ǫm͡et͜eŕ,̴ ҉do ̀yo͞u̢ ̵a͝s͞ses̴s͢ t̢hat̶ ̡we͏ ̛a̡r͝ę ́ah͡e̸ad ̶of͘ ͢t͡h͡ę ̴y̸o͘u or͝ bȩhi̸n͘d ͞yǫu?̶

"[smaller]It appears we have been her before." Sarasanna says aloud to Bethune and Akkramar, if he is present. Sarasanna then glances up at the backpack suspended on the wall.
"What is that? - My pack? Watch my back while I investigate."

Sarasanna sets down her halberd and then attempts to climb the slippery rocks up to the suspended backpack.

[dice=Climb] 1d20 + 6

As she draws near the pack, the feminine android is careful to check the pack and the area near it for traps before she grabs it.

[dice=Perception] 1d20 + 9

C̓̾́ͭ̃͆o̍̅͐m̒ͬͧͦ̒̂̊:̈ͯ̊ ͊́͊S͐ͥ̓̇̊a͐͂̀̆̾̉ra͑sͤ͋ͣͥͩ̑aͣͫn̊͑͆ͥͩ̊̚n͆ͣa̔ͧ:ͩ̑̾ ̅̈́̉̃̿A͆c̏͆k͋͆ͨͧno̿̇ͩ͌ͪͥw̎ͬͯlͪͬͭͩͮ̈̚e̔͊̃ͫd͗̆̈̑̉ͭ̒g͆̈ͭeͧ͗ͬd͐̆̄̀̾̑̚.̽͂̿̄ͬ̚ ̆̽̃Šͨ̚é̄ͮͧͧ̎̇ns̾̈ͪö͊̑̃r͐ͣ͊̅̊̚s͛ ̐̇͐̈́̽ͩ̄i͗ͮ̽̌́͊̚nͪ̅ͥ̄ͨ̓̉dͮ͋i͒̚c̐͋at̂͗̏ͧè̿ͬ ͦ͑͆͊ͪ̀ͩt́̆̎h̊͐a̎͛̀̋tͨ̀̿͊̚ ͆ͯ̃̽͐̎ͬwe ̅̄̅ͣ̌ͤ̐a̾̈́ŕͧ̑͒̈́̈́̆e ̏āͫ͗̔̊ͦppr̃̃̇̿o̔x̔̈́̈ͣi͐̈́̒̽̽ͭm̾͒̋̌ͩ͆atͫͭ̊ͨ͌e̿ͨ̿̆l̈̃̾̔̆͑y͑ ͯ̏̏͑pař̊̿al͑̓l͛ͫe̎l̍ͮ ͫ̅̐͒t̆͆͒̅͛͑̄ŏ͊̐͊̃ ̂̔̅̓͊eͥǎ̓ͣc͆́̅̎ͬͣh̿ ̑͗̇͑ͬ̋oͭͨ̒ẗ́ͯ̐ͥͫͫ̒h̉ͮ͂ͪ̈ͭe͋͊ͭr͑̇̓ͬ,ͧ w̌it͂̇̆h ä́̇̔ͭ ̇̾̄̐d̈́ͥ́̎̈̚i̐́̿͋͋ͣͯs̊͆tͦ́̊ͦͪ̎a͊͆ͨnͯ̊ͯc̽̀̀̽ͣeͤ̚ ͂̐ôͪ̉ͭ͋f͗͊ ͌̓̂ͪ͒̾̎7̾̿̓̂ͦ̋0̓̓͊ͬ̚'1͂̾̊̈1ͨ͋̒̏́"̍ͪ̄̓̒ ̈́̏s̄̂̀̑̐ͦè͑ͮ͆͂ͦp̊̌ͧ̊͒ͪ͛a̎ͪr͌̈ͪ̍̋ͧ̐aͪͭt̐̍̇̎̏ͣ̇iͬͥͣ̐̍ͯng̿͋ͦ̾̚ ͌̂͌͑͑ͭu͌͒̃̒̄ͭs͗̈́̂̒.̂͒͆ͤ ͒̇ͪ͐̑̉͗Inͫ͌̑͋̊̐ ̾bͨ͊̌e̓ͪt̚wͯeͧͮ͆ͫ̈́ͪ̋ē͊ͫͧͪ̉nͩ͊͒̚ ͣ̇̋ẗ̍͒hͩ̽͛ͧͤ̇͂aͫ̅ͧ̒ͧͮt̀̆́̈́̍͒ ͒̋ͣ̐dͬ͆̓ͪ͌iͨ̃ͮ̈̓̿ͬs̉̓͊ͮ͒̚t͌̃ã̽̍nͪͭ̊ͬͣ̂c͐̃e͑͌ ͩ̆̐͂͑iͩ̒́̔̽̇s͐ͬ ͯ̅̓̐̚5̾ͪͦ͛ͯ̑́4̂̉̉̆ͯ̾̚'͐̿̈̈́ͭ5" ̉̂̊ͬ͋ͩ̽o͐͂f̓̍̋ͪ͆̂ͤ ̌̈v̈́̄͊̓̏ͦa͑̓ͫr͒ͯ̂̎ĭoú̒̈́sͨͤ̅ͣͬ͛ ̔̌̃ͮ͐ͬ̚r̊̆̍̃o͑̏͛͒c̈́̈̒̆ͣͪ̚k̾̌ͫ͋̍ͣͪ ͥ̀̿́t̽̏̈́̈́y̅̂͗̈́̚̚p̿͗͑͐̾̅ͨe͋̿͂ṡ̈̿̆̍ͧ,̌ͩ̈́ͦͨ nͧͦ̈́͂͐on̓͋͗͛ͩ̈́̇e̊̂ ͯͫ̚ö́̆͐f͌͌ ̋̑ͥ̚w̍hͬ̀̌̍̏i̊̉̈́̃̓chͥ ͯ̊ͦ̒aͯ̈́̑r̍̿e͛ͦ̈̐ ͆͛i͂ͥn dͪ̈́̿̂̔̊̀a͐̅n̊ĝe̽ͤ̔͋r̍ͤ̏͗ͧ̄̿ ̇̈͌̈́ͩ̏of ̏͛͑d́ͬ́̍̚eͥ͆̌͑̊̀-͐s̋̉ͭo̍̈́̽ͯlï͐ͪ̅͒͂͊d̐̔if͂yĩͨ͑̊̈́ͬng̅ͪͪ.͂̉̇ ͦ̋̿̈́ͦ̇͑Ha̎̇ͫ̽̽v̌e͋̒́ͦ̽ͬ ̍̌̎ͣŷ͋̾̀ͯo͊͗̂͐̓ű̓ f͆ͣǒ̑ͮûnͮ͐̎̏ͧ̍̚d͂ͩ a̎͛̊͗̚ny̏̑̍ͣ̎͑̃ẗ́͆̎ͩh͐͂ͥĩ̿̽͊̊̚n̉͂ͫ̂̈g͊͐ ͆of̄̒̈́̂̓͛ ̂̾ͪ̊uͦsȅ͌̍̈́ t̋̔͑͆oͬͪ̈́͒ ͫͪ̂ͯ̋͊̃t̓̃̅ḧͦ̃̚e̍̈̾̚ ͮ̈́ͪ́ͬp̃̍ͣ͑a͋r͋͂̈́̎̚t̔̾́y͑̌?̿͋

Sarasanna slides down the wall and lands nimbly on the ground with the pack.

"Thank you for keeping my back safe." She replies to Bethune.
She somehow recalls that Bethune is a polite person, and so it would be good to return his nicety, which seems perfectly normal to her.

She then begins searching through the contents of the very nice pack.

Com̀: ̀A̷ŕch̵ie. ̵Ac̢knowl̢e̡dg̷e҉d̸.̨ W҉e̶ ͡h̢av͜e ̡dis̴co̢v͡er̶ed͜ ́a ͞ba͟c̨k̷p̧ack ̶of excep̀tįonaĺ quality.̀ ̨C̶on͘t͢ènts ̵i͟n͘clu̢d͡e͠ ͝m͏any̸ mundan̨e͢ ͠t́hǫưg̢h ̡u̵se̶ful ̴i͞te͘m͠s, fo͝od whi̧c͢h́ is ̶go̢o̸d for ̡th̛e ͞wh͜olȩ pa҉rt͟y,̵ ̸àǹd͜ ͢t̴w͝o͟ f͞l̡a̸s̷ks̡ ͏wíth̨ unident͜ifįed ҉b̵l̸u͜e ̨f́l͘uid̵.

Consider everything contained in the backpack to be shared with all 'droids over grayfang.

"Anyone recognize this stuff?" Sarasanna says to Bethune and Akkramar if he is present, holding up a vial of blue.

C͕̖̗̙̙o̢̩m̫͎̘͖͢:̵̝͓̲͓ ̢͔S̹͡ḁ̹͎r̯a̙̞̪̤s̸͕̻͔̲a͞n̦̝͕̗͙̗ͅn̲a̗̟͔̮:̣̳͕ ̘̪̹A̦c͔̮̘͎k̺͖͕n̫̰̬o͖̲̘͡w͓l̯͙͍e̻̱̞̱̟d͎̗̪̫̟̗g̵͍̯̜͖e̤͇̮͍ͅd̪̤.̟͝ ͈T̷̖̗̣ͅh̷͙̩ͅe͓͡ ̕f̧͖̰̗o͖͖̲̻̗̕o̭̮̻͙d̼͓̙̠̲ ̼̤̬͉̗̦͘i̵͙̗̩͈͔̹̼t̰̪̫̬̤̭̱e̵̳͎̝m̺͙͍ͅs͜ ̵̩̪̝̫w̷̭̦͈̜i̛̳̻̯͓̠l̹͈͇̮͈͔̞l̰͓̱ ̡̯̰͖̱͈̘c҉͔̖̥̯͇ͅo̘͓͕̺̞m͏̟͔͍͇͙͓͚e̴ ͍͖ͅi͖̙͕͚n̫͓ ̠̀ha̛̯̗̠͙̲n͔d̦̞y;͖͓̜̗̣̱̞ ̢̟a͈͓̬̲̙͉̙l̹̳̩̘͈r̩͇͔̘̙͡ͅe̢̝͚͈̘̦̭̮a̗͈d͡y̠̯͍̗̖ ̮͔̱̰̜͍t͚̹̬̲͉ḫ͓͓̖ͅe̸͍̱͖̮͉̰̼ ̳̞i͟n̡̲̳̗̻͓͙̘j͇̮͎u͕̥͖͍͈̗̦͞r̷̥̦̙͔e̤̬̫̳̳̩d͓̳͎͘ ̹̖̻͓a̙̰̦r̵̩̙e̸̜̣ ̫g̣r̲͖̳̟͍̫̠͟ó̞͖̮͓̫w͔͢i̷̤̲̭̰͕n̢̻̬̹̤g̯̩̜̠̮͞ ̫t͝i̧͈̼̥͙re̖͍̳̰̱ͅd̗̦͍̗̩͎̣.̶̹̦̘̺ͅ ͝C̩͈̟o̯̖̣m͚̙͎̠̥̀:̶̮͙͚̼ ̬̖̳̥͈̗M͏y̥̳̻͙ ̜͙̻̲̰̣̖c̩̝͈̫h̵͚̭͍̬̦͓̳r̵͉̼̭̻̼̹̲o͚͔͕̹n̙̪̪͉̗ͅơ͖͉̣͚̤͕m͚̺̣̙̞̖̬e͔̝̣̪t̙̥͚̀e̴̗͕̫̙̺̪ r͚̕ i̵̜͕͕̜s̠͔̝̮͓̺̟ ͙̣̦̜̰͠s̡͉̻̰͉̘ṭ͖̯͙̯ḭ̮l̷̫̗̣͚̠l̶̬̗͈̻̻̝ ͔̠̖̹͇̤m͖̬̥͔͓̼o̥̣͟s̫͓̪͓̣t͉l̦̞͍͘y̱̬͉̯̥ ̥̝̯͉̼̳̟o̹̬̙̕f̵̮̜͍̮f͓̹͕͇l͙̞͉̪ͅi̱̲n̵͎̣e̺͕͔̞;̳̹̰͇͓ ͙͈̼͡n̸̻̯͔̺̳o̳͖̻̰͓̲̦ ̬̞̳̯c̹̟͞u̟̦͕̫̫͓̰ṟ̦r͜e͓̠̥̮̭̣n͖͍t̖ t͔͔̥̭̣ͅi̴̞̼̟͔͇̳̱m̥̩e̜̳̟ ͕͈̙̫̹͕̝̕a̲͕̳v̷̲a̗̼il̜͍̱̹̦̟̥̀a͞ḅ̭̗͎̦̖̹͢l̬̤͈͠e̛̟̰,͏̮̟̙̰͇ ̝̤̥͙̺͍ͅàl̲͕t̟͕̬̘h̵͈̫͖̲o̬̗̭̱̝̤͙͠u͕͎̜̮ͅg̝͎̫̺͙̗̭h҉͔ͅ ̡͎͉t͈̤̠ͅim̲̻͝è̙͎̩͎r̴͔͖̩̖ͅ ̠f̷̼̼̪u͔̙̣n̰͚̠̺̫c̻͇̼͈̟͚͜t̳̘̤̫̠̦i̤̗̤̝̗̤o͍͠n̴̟̺͙͓̳̯ ̶̜ịn̡̟̪d̺ic̶̼͎̻a̘͉̤̝͝t͇̝̰͔̬e̤̫̗s͚̪͠ ̥̘̙̬̯t͓h̫͙̼̘̞͡ͅa̛̫ṱ̪̱͈͜ ͕̣̰́i̪ṭ̯ ̥͝h̼̥̪̝̣͕ͅa̼̝͚͈̮͝s̮͍ ̗͈̯̤̙b̴͎̗e̪̖e̩͙̰̝̹n҉̟͍̳̱̣̗͈ 1͟:̪̺͓̯̱͝0̨̺̯̠̳̥̭͚3̗:̜͈͘4̧̖̥̖̳̻7̩̲͜.3̗̯̮̯̺̭́ͅ8̺̭͇̘͕ ̴͖͚͓̘s̡͉̺i̴̭n̹̯̙͘ce̥̪͕̳ ̜̖̙͔̦̭̝͠a͏̯̪̝̥ͅw͈̠̫͚̝á͕̘̞͕͍̠k̮̣̮̻͇e̦̻͔n̮̮͈̹͉̦̫i̶̝̣n̠̺̜̠̭̮̠g͓.̢̰̟̮̹̘ ̝̗̻͕͉̙T̳̠̹̠͜h̙̩̻̥̹̻e͏ ͙̩̦̝̖̪i̖n̛̫̺͎͍j̛ụ̼̖͝ͅre̛d͖͕̕ ̣͇͓͠o̷̝̙r͖͍g͖̳͍̯̦͠ͅa̷n̴̠̺͍̪̣͚i͙̬̳̖̱̦c͜s̞͔̙̘̭ s̫̻͇͕̯͟e̳̠̜̪̜e̮̝͡m̜̪̱͎̝̮̠ ̪͎̳̣͖̬ṱ̶̦͓̜͍̮o̥̖̩̟ ͈̞̱̘̞̲̘h̯̭̭̀a҉̗̯̮̦̖v̶ḛ̶͖͔̦̠ ̮̫̞̫͇al͓͟m̼͔͍o̲s͓t̙̯̰̜̝ ̶̞ę͖̙͓̺͇̭̜xh̥͚̻a͖̲̘̮̙͇ͅư̙̲̮̘͕s͍̹̖͘t̼͖͔è̖̭͚ͅd̶͉̻ ͉̤̥̹͔̫ͅt̖h͡e͕̻͍̞͖i͠r̖͎͖̖͉̣ ̜͖̻̤͝ḙ̖̕n̪͎͍̗̕e̘͕̦͖r̲̱̱̤͠g̩͇̀y̝͈͈ͅ ̲̯͚̟̲̘ṣ͠t̘̬̫̻̱̘ͅo̪̼͘r̢̫̫̪͓e̺̮̗̺̙͓͕s̵̺̣̻;͖͖̞̥́ ͉̞n̤̤̩̳o̖͙̟n͘ẹ͉̫ ̙͜o̟̞͇̱͎̯͝f̶̼̘̤͖̰͎̠ ̶ṭ͙͕̹͠he̗̤͈͇m̟̠̹͔ ̬͖͇͎a̶r͚̠̻͈̻̠e ̖̠̮͙͙̦ș͔͈́p̟e͔̬̹͡a͏͓̮͔͚k̷̞̗͈̩̞̦i̳̲̖̜͓̲n͏͈̼͖͇g͖̮̬̥͕̯̘ ͍̦͙̦̹͖̠a҉̝̲̞n̲̤͉͖̱̖͞d̵̳̬̮͕ t̯̗̼̞̗h̤̖͔̫ͅͅͅe̞̖̝͉͉͜i͓̗ŕ͙̯̞ ̢m͙ͅo҉͇̞v̴̙̝̰̜̹̝ͅe̥̥͕̗̟̞m̩̞̫̤͡e̝̼͉n̖͇̦͖̭̣̠t̻͚͉͢s ͝s̙̞̖̗͖e͏̣̤͖̲͔̩̱e͓̼̱m̩͎̝̜͈ ͚̞͉̪ͅl͈̞͔e̹̤̱͕̟̥̥͠t̪̠́h͓͔̗̰a͉̮r̫̬g͍i̗͉̺͓̖c̪̼͙͖͓̯̯ ̝͚͙̥̲ạ̸̙͇̮̮̗ͅn̥̟͓͕d͏̣̞̱̘̮̼͉ ̣̫͙̩͞ͅl̢̯̘i҉̱̦̪̫̬s͖̪̙̰̕t̴̥̗̠̼̤l̝̰̭̹̥e̦s̠̞̝̟ș̜͔,̳̘ ͏̹̣͓͍̦̖e̳v̮͓e͖̗̠̹̰n̥͚̕ ̺̳̞̬̳g̘͇i͓v҉̤̗e̴̼n̢̹͇ ̭͙̘̠̠̗͜th̢ȩ̠i̷͎̦̻͚r̶͖͖͔̫̖̝̼ ͈͙̝̪͕̝̀i̴̼̱ņ̦̫̼̩͓ju͔̼̮͔̼͖r̖̪i̧͔̲̮e͉̙̮̖̦̦͉s̷͉̞̗̙.̧ ̺̫̞͡W̝̟̜̱͡e ̲͙̳w̲̭il͏̜̫̻͎͇l̡̖̻ n̥͠e̺̠͎̬͖̹ͅẹd͕͙̬̻͞ ͚̯̮̘͙͝t̻̥̱ǫ̱ f̛̭in͏d̝͈ ̫̲͕̖̼̫à̰̬̭̳ ̡̰̹̳̺̩ͅp̝͜ḽa̖͔̪̬͉c̸̫̱̠̭̫̩̹e͈͓̱͇̫͟ ̷̫̬̠͔f̪̭̩̙͖or̨̺̠̤̭̜͚̣ ̪͚̪̹͍ͅt̻̻̣h̬̙̤e͇͉̣͕͇ṃ̥̣ͅ ͇t͚͢ơ̭̝͈ ̶͎̞r͓̕e̟̳̬̮͡s̝͈̣̦͔̩t͚̥̟͙̼͈̩͡ ̴̞̥̦wit̸̘̼̱͈̟ͅͅh͖̕i̗̖̥n̡͕͖̬̩̜̺͙ ͈͎̟͓͔̫̫t̠̬͔̫h̘͙͍e̥̜̲̞͢ ̥̩̺͎̣͠n̖̠̣͕e̤͙̞͚x͔͓̫̯͍͕ͅt̫̤ ̫̮̗h͏̣̜͎o̥̬͓̬̰u̡͙͖͈r̫̰̠̯͕̖ͅ. ̸̯̮̳͙̼̘͚O̩̤̤̭͎͉͠t̤h̛e͎̭̱̟̠̼̜r̠̟̳̣̜̳̲͠w͓i͡s̗̹̯e̹̺̰͍̖̪,̯͖̦̟̱ ́m̦̩͚̤͉̼͕a͚̺͕̺̱̣͢x̜̯ ̫̦̤̦̥̣͍p͔̙͎͟ro͎̙̙̜͕b̛̦̰̲̠a̧̱̖͍̬̗̙ͅb͇ị͈̭̫͇̻̗l̞i͖͎̪͉̩t̘͖͎̪̞͙̭y̼͈̞͓̘͟ ̀su̸͍̪͉̦g͓͈̱g͏̼̘͔̮͉e҉͇s̼͚̘̲t̗͔̩̺͓̪ͅs̞ ͈̥̤̬̖͟ͅt̴̖͍̥̗͉̥͖h̺̹͓a̸̲̲͎̫̱͔̣t̹̱̞͎̤͇ ̴̝̥̦t̶͚̲̖̣͔h̦͕͔͈e̢̫̻̦y w͝i͢l̟͇̤̻̜ͅl̛̙͈̜̘ ̞̼͎̗̲̗̕b̩̞̦͍̩̮e͏̫̥̻̹̥̤c̱͍͎͓͍͍͚o̬̼͎̰̻̙̥m͢e̢̦̯̪̺͎̠̹ w̼h̨̦a̵̤̼̯t҉͖̟͍͇̣ ̰̺̱̠̻̯̗ḭ̘s̤͖̟͜ ͚̳̜̤̦ͅt͔͍e͔͚̖̦̘̩r̞͚͔̜̙̩̹m̘̩͕̞̫e̮̝͈̫̭̠̻͟d̦̙͔̪͎̻͟,̫͎̱͍̩̼̼ ͓'̸̬̼̯͙̮ç͖̙͇̗͈r̪̖̠͎͞a҉̖̪̝̮͈̼n̟͢ķ̭̺̭̦̜̫y̯͙͞.̗̥̩̲͇́'̵̠̮̣̝̖ͅ ̘̣͔̖T͎͈̮͇͍a͔̼̲k̗͎̰̫̮̰̮in͞g̞̜̣͕ ͉f̖̱e̥e̙d̕b̭̰͉̦a̫͔̦̱͎c̴͔͙̖͙k͢ ̰͕͇̠͡o̝͖̜̟͇̣n͘ ̩͓̲p̶͍r҉̟o̰͈̟̠̦b҉a̸̙̭̺͔͚̮ͅb͉̯̮͠l̥͓͓e͇̼̟̝̭̯ l̯̬͇̱̹o̡c͕͉̥͍̼̱a̬͙̩̫͚ti̸͚̳̫̼̮o̶͇͖̝͙̞n̴̙͚̤s̢̗̟͔̜̮͙.̴͚̳̭̮̩ͅ
C̴ͅo͈̬͉m̗̭̟̪̖̘ͅ:̶̥̮̬ ̺͉̩̥S̰̹̱̗͚̥c̨̰̺̥̼̗̤͍o̼̝͙̕u̡̱̳̙͖͍͍t͎͇s͓͕̟:͏̜̥̦̲ͅ T͞á̗k̻̬̼͍e͡ ͇̜̳̤͞t̲̤̱̟̤̺͚͡h̞͉̝̻͇̭͝e̡͈ ̷͇̘͔̻w̭̜̞͘e̶̺̳͚̯s͍̞̻̥̼͈t̮͚ͅ ̱̫̮̲̺̫͚c̘̳͇̣͚̱ͅo̴͖͎̞͕r̰̥͖͍̭͔ͅr̥̗͍̤͎̖i͎d̝̳̠o̵̰͈r̢ ̱̳̙̞t̗͟o̱͔̜̤̱̘ͅ ̛̞̝̰̦ḑ̪̗͖e͔t̗͚̬̱̖̼͙e̪̫rm̦͇̟̻ḭ̵͕͙̳̟̘n̟e̤͍̘̙͖ ̫͍m̭̻̀a̯̭̰͕͖̞ͅx̨̼̜̩͚̩ ̭̩̳̦̥p̼̫̼͔ro͈̝b̢̘͉̙̤̤͈ ͔̝̫̟̦͙͖r̟̳e̩͚̞͈̞̗ͅst̰͜ì̠n͖͎̺ͅg̸͓̠̥̺ ͔̥͚̕ạ̣͔̲̳͕̺̕r̨̪̲̤̘͉͖e͈̫͎̩͔̤͜a̯͓̪͈͉͙.̵̟̮̜̟͉̼ ̣̼͕C̦om̵̥̮̹͙ ̠͚̺̕s̙͚̻i͕͕̤g̦̭̟n̳̹̻̠a̳ͅl͎̣͕ș̶͇͓̝͙̩ ͍̮͖͖̟̲ͅś̝̩e̡e͚̼͉͎̳m̜̜̻ ̵̖͕̯̲̘̳t̢͚͚̟̠̩̦o̖͖̲̞̟ ̖b͈̲̭͉̮̤͘e ̧̞̭̘͚g̦̖̭͍̠̺͠oo̴̜̣d̪͡ ̝͇̫͓͙t̸o͏ ͢a҉̮ ̱͇͢r̰͡a̮͔̮͎n̼̳̻̞ͅg̛͔͈͕̻̫e̖̯͖͍ ̻̯o̠͜f ̳͙̙̙͈2͏5͔͖̘̩0͎̩̤'̞͈̳̤ ̝̗̰̹̣̠̥̀Ḱ͕͔͕ḛe̵̦͍̝̘̲̮p̹͇̝͙̮ ̤̬͓̰͖yo͎̦u̧͕̱̟r͚̟͈̙͈s͖̩̰͈e͚̠̣̖̻ĺ͕̙͖v̳̱͇e̶̖̘͓̺͕s̤͕̣̭ ͎̠̲̰w͓̥i͕̙̦̖͖̟̟t̙̯̙h͏̪͙̰̗̙̟i͔n̷ ̱̭̞̟͠t͎̘̦h̭̱͙͖a̶̙t̙ r̪̬͕̹̤͔a̝n̟g͓͖̠̝͠e̛͔̯,̫̱͓͔̪̺ ̞a̭n̰̩d ͙͈͕̝̬r̥̻̗̲̣͚͠e͎̖̫̮̯p̥͚̜͎ͅo̧r̳̻̩͔͓ͅt̠̹ ͍͍̬̪̭̺b̹̱̟̀ͅa͍͔̯̳͚̝͖c̗̪̼̤̩̳͝k̠͇̘̬̗̼̕ͅ ̘̲̠̙͈͈͓w̵̭̩͚̹̥̻h̦̖̜̱̣e̼̥̫n̛̠̙ ҉̭͍̹̝ͅm͏͈̹͈̦̱a̡̭̥̖͈͍x̤̟͎͉̰̥͎͜ ҉̬͍͍̗̺̯pr̲͎͚̗̠̼͠ó͈͔b̥͇̮͈͝ ̲̹͜r̼͚̰̭͚̲͙͝e̛s͇̙̺t ̵̬̭a̬̥ṛ̲̮ea̫͎̘͓͕ i̡s̹ ͎f͍̤̻o̥̰̘͕͇u̜̟̜̬͖̲n͢d͔͎̱͢.̼̲͎̙̱ͅ

Archie's grayfang communication elicits a memory from Sarasanna, implanted as part of her reconstructed personality, and she comments on it vocally.

"In my former life my, brother used to get 'cranky' whenever I surpassed him in skill as a wilderness scout. Now he seems proud of my superior competence."

C̷òm̴:̴ ̶Arc̢hię.҉ Ac̵kn͢owl͟e͟dgéd.̡ ̕Ŕetr̶ac͞in҉g s͘te̡p͞ś ̧o̕f sco͡ut͏i͠ng p̡art̀y t̶o ̶sée͏k ̕o̶pt͏i͝mal c̨am͡p̛ing s̵i̡te͝. I̧ sha͏ll st͘ay҉ wi̛th͠i͝n̢ ̵p͡r̛e͏sçri͟b͜e̸d ҉bo̧u̸nd̷aŗi͝es.

"Let's move." Sarasanna encourages her counterparts flatly. She returns the vial to the pack and slings it over her shoulders and picks up her halberd.

Once all her gear, new and old, is gathered, she begins to retrace the steps of the scouting expedition, stopping periodically to be sure that the others are following her.

Dakkar sits quietly in the center of the cavity they had originally fallen into. Until the others report back on their scouting, wasting energy or resources would be futile.

As Sarasanna relays information regarding the contents of the backpack to the group, Akkramar pushes forward to meet up and analyze its contents.

"Anyone recognize this stuff?" Sarasanna says to Bethune and Akkramar if he is present, holding up a vial of blue.

Spellcraft Vial 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

He turns the items around in his hand, methodically observing both their color and consistency.

"In my former life my, brother used to get 'cranky' whenever I surpassed him in skill as a wilderness scout. Now he seems proud of my superior competence."

"Your brother?" - Akkramar raises an eyebrow at the choice of words - "You had a sibling? How..." - he voices, but Sarasanna is already further down the tunnel. He follows suit, still keeping some distance, as a second line of support if needed, trying to make sure not to ruin the chances at a stealthy approach.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Dakkar, you staying in the initial chamber?

Lucifer also remains with the group. He leans slightly on his shovel, although the position is forced--although he's putting some weight on the tool, he doesn't look at all tired.

Bethune moves swiftly beside Sarasanna, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to check in on Akkramar who was providing rear support to the two forward scouts. His abilities to identify arcane objects was proving useful very early on.

"Tell me more about your brother."Bethune suggests of Sarasanna as they make their way west.

-grayfang communication-"we've discovered a small and unstable chamber, it looks like ther has been significant caving in here from the attack. There is a serpentine lifeform who appears hostile. Requesting assistance from those with wildlife expertise"-grayfang communication-

The vial containing a light bluish liquid consists of a healing draught of reduced potency, but highly effective - common denomination consistent with 'divine healing magic' // Power Level: 1 - Akkramar informs the others through the greyfang communicator.

On the way to the Western passage.

Sarasanna responds to Bethune's question as one recalling a memory from long ago. Her voice is almost nostalgic, though it lacks any real pathos.

"Early on my brother taught me everything I know. He was the best scout along the outskirts of Numeria until I surpassed him. We were close. We kept each other safe on the outskirts.
"Though he gradually turned toward different interests around the Silver Mont as he grew older, and as I improved my skills as a scout, and became more independent.
"We began to grow apart. However, on our last mission together, I was killed. Fortunately, with his new position at Starfall, he was able to resurrect me."

Sarasanna pauses for a moment, and then adds as if quoting a footnote,
"Though he warned me I would be different, and that some things would be forgotten.
"He says in time I shall be stronger and more skilled than ever."

In the Western passage.

W̡e̛ ̕have͠ ̧d̶is҉c͘ove͞rèd͏ s͝ơme̕ ma̶nn͜e͘r ͢of ̡s̕érp̕e͡ńti͢n̛e̶ org͝a̢ńi̕sm. ̢Attem͡p̸ti̛n͏g̵ t͟o di̵sc̶erņ cre͜ature͏'ş nat͜ur̶e ̢a̸n͢d͠ d̶e͡te͜rm̷iņe͝ le̶ve̴l o͡f ͠hơs̡t͝i͝l͢it҉y͏ ͘p̶ri͏o̵r ́to ̀e̸nga͢g̵emen̨t̢.̀

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Does the creature extraplanar in any way?
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Does the creature appear to fully hostile or merely unfriendly?

At the report from Sarasanna, Akkramar moves to meet up with her and Bethune - 'Approaching to offer support'

On the way to the Western passage.

Sarasanna responds to Bethune's question as one recalling a memory from long ago. Her voice is almost nostalgic, though it lacks any real pathos.

"Early on my brother taught me everything I know. He was the best scout along the outskirts of Numeria until I surpassed him. We were close. We kept each other safe on the outskirts.
"Though he gradually turned toward different interests around the Silver Mont as he grew older, and as I improved my skills as a scout, and became more independent.
"We began to grow apart. However, on our last mission together, I was killed. Fortunately, with his new position at Starfall, he was able to resurrect me."

Sarasanna pauses for a moment, and then adds as if quoting a footnote,
"Though he warned me I would be different, and that some things would be forgotten.
"He says in time I shall be stronger and more skilled than ever."

In the Western passage.

W̡e̛ ̕have͠ ̧d̶is҉c͘ove͞rèd͏ s͝ơme̕ ma̶nn͜e͘r ͢of ̡s̕érp̕e͡ńti͢n̛e̶ org͝a̢ńi̕sm. ̢Attem͡p̸ti̛n͏g̵ t͟o di̵sc̶erņ cre͜ature͏'ş nat͜ur̶e ̢a̸n͢d͠ d̶e͡te͜rm̷iņe͝ le̶ve̴l o͡f ͠hơs̡t͝i͝l͢it҉y͏ ͘p̶ri͏o̵r ́to ̀e̸nga͢g̵emen̨t̢.̀

[dice=Knowledge (Planes)] 1d20 + 6
Does the creature extraplanar in any way?
[dice=Perception] 1d20 + 9
Does the creature appear to fully hostile or merely unfriendly?

Cóm: Sar̨as͟ann̢a: ̵a͠ck̢nowl͟ȩdge͡d.̀ ̛I̶s̕ i͘t a s̨n̵ak͟e?͘ I̸F͞ ̡is ́it̢ is, ͟ŢHE͡N͘ kill͘ ̵it͏ ̴c͏omṕl͏ȩte͞l͞y̨!̕ ̷S͏nàke͟s ̸a͢re ̸th̢e ̛mo̴s͟t̢ vil̴e͟ ̵c̛rea͟t͜ure̢s ̢in the͢ ̡known ͞u̕n̷i̡ver̨se, ́m͡o͜r͘e͘ so͠ ̴t҉he̸ņ ̡m̴a̷ny̢ c̷r̛ea͞t̶u͠r͞es ̷t́h̸a͏t m͝y̧ ́c̢re͢aţor ͜ha̴s͞ s͘e͘ȩn ̡in̛ the̷ a̧g̸es̶ ͡be̢yon̡d́ c͘o̵ùnt͝in͏g͘!̕

A puzzled look comes over Bethune's face as Archie's words are delivered through the com. The last part seemed irrational. This creature could be in pain, and Bethune felt a pull to eliminate suffering. Still, even if it might have been injured, it could possibly pose a threat to the group.

Bethune looks solemn as he brings his crossbow up and looks down the bolt-hurler to steady his aim on the serpent.

Ơ͖ͅr̡̩̝̪d̹͔̖̣̜e̘͇͟r̮̟͎̭̯̠:̜̪͕ C͉̦̬͖on͓̬̱͇f͚̀i̸̟r̭͉͘m̞̮̮e͓̦̞d̠͇,̙͈̰͉̳͚ ̻̙̮͜p͍̮̼͉̝̩̩r̥̬̙ǫ̗̯̥͔͍̤ćee̤̮d̤̟̰̪͚i͓͙̜̥̳̥̻ng͏̜͚͓͖ ̼w̛̤͈ị̖͟t͍̝͍̼̝h̥̰̮̜̹̳̫ ̡̭̘e̝͝l̰͟i̜͓͈̳ͅm̷̙̠i̧͇̤̙͎̳̼̭ǹ̙̠̳̣̺ͅa͖t̯̳̬͘i̵̳̻̙̳̞͚o̡͙̗̮n̘ ̞̪o̦͔͓͖̥f̧̯͎̣̯̣̳ ̷͓̯͎̖̼t̮͞h͞r̝e͙̼̪̙̫͇̞ạ̢̭͈̰͕t̲͓͘.̗̣.̺̱̥͎͇.̳̺͈͇͞.̼̬͚̖͇̭͖ ̮̮̮̤͚̻s̯̫̮̰̤̰ͅț̬̮̱̫̥͓a͏̝͚̲͉̰n͘d̳̹͚͓͔͕by̝.͓̖͉̭̪̥

Crossbow attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

OOC:--forehead smack--

He locked eyes with the animal and perhaps against all logic, hesitated at the last moment as his shot went awry.

C̡o̷m:͟ A͜rch̀ie͞.̸ Q̴ue̢r̶y̛: A̸ŗe we͟ to c̕las̸s͡if̶y̧ the͜ a͠ni̵mal, ͝sǹąke, as a d̸e҉m̸o͠n f̨or͘ ͡the ̡pu͟r͏po͟s͢es of our a̧p͟p͝r̢òac͝h?

Sarasanna knocks an arrow and fires at the snake.

Longbow attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

A puzzled look comes over Bethune's face as Archie's words are delivered through the com. The last part seemed irrational. This creature could be in pain, and Bethune felt a pull to eliminate suffering. Still, even if it might have been injured, it could possibly pose a threat to the group.

Bethune looks solemn as he brings his crossbow up and looks down the bolt-hurler to steady his aim on the serpent.

Ơ͖ͅr̡̩̝̪d̹͔̖̣̜e̘͇͟r̮̟͎̭̯̠:̜̪͕ C͉̦̬͖on͓̬̱͇f͚̀i̸̟r̭͉͘m̞̮̮e͓̦̞d̠͇,̙͈̰͉̳͚ ̻̙̮͜p͍̮̼͉̝̩̩r̥̬̙ǫ̗̯̥͔͍̤ćee̤̮d̤̟̰̪͚i͓͙̜̥̳̥̻ng͏̜͚͓͖ ̼w̛̤͈ị̖͟t͍̝͍̼̝h̥̰̮̜̹̳̫ ̡̭̘e̝͝l̰͟i̜͓͈̳ͅm̷̙̠i̧͇̤̙͎̳̼̭ǹ̙̠̳̣̺ͅa͖t̯̳̬͘i̵̳̻̙̳̞͚o̡͙̗̮n̘ ̞̪o̦͔͓͖̥f̧̯͎̣̯̣̳ ̷͓̯͎̖̼t̮͞h͞r̝e͙̼̪̙̫͇̞ạ̢̭͈̰͕t̲͓͘.̗̣.̺̱̥͎͇.̳̺͈͇͞.̼̬͚̖͇̭͖ ̮̮̮̤͚̻s̯̫̮̰̤̰ͅț̬̮̱̫̥͓a͏̝͚̲͉̰n͘d̳̹͚͓͔͕by̝.͓̖͉̭̪̥

[dice=Crossbow attack]1d20+3

OOC:--forehead smack--

He locked eyes with the animal and perhaps against all logic, hesitated at the last moment as his shot went awry.

The bolt goes up at an odd angle and bounces off the roof of the cavern. The vibration from that bounce is enough to loosen a large rock, just enough, to fall from its perch. The snake is unable to move before the rock lands right on top of it. That being said, anyone for snake stew?? o_O

@Sarasanna: your arrow hits the snake square, temporarily keeping the snake in place, while the large rock takes care of the rest. Your arrow broke in the process.

Com: ̧B͏et͏h̕une: ͏Acḱn̵ow̛led͜ged̀.̷ ҉L̀et me ͜k̸n͏ow whe͞n the͞ ̷cr҉e͞at́ure ̸ìs̢ d̡e͜a̕d.
C̡om͢: ̸Sar͘asańna: I ùnd͟ȩr͜st҉a͏nd ͞the̛ r̕e͏ferenc͢e, ̡bút̛ d҉o͠ no҉t ̀recl̷as͜si̴fy ̕snake͠s͜ ̢ou̕ts̸i҉de̕ ҉of ̕y͡o҉u͘r͟ ̨pr̴o͟ǵr̵am͠min̸g̸.͜ ́J͢u͏s͢t ̕be k̡n͞ow͞n͞ ̀th͝at ̶'҉s͠nake͢s̛'͞ ͡a͜ŗe̷ to ̴be̸ t͜e̢r̕mi̷n͢ąt̸e͜d̀ ̷a͏t͢ ̴e͢v͡ery̴ opporţuǹit͞y.
C̷om:́ ҉Lųcifer: P̢leas͘e͡ s̕t̡and͜ ̴a̸t͢ ͢le͜ast 2 ̸m̛ęter͡s̛ ͞a͜wa͜y̷ ̵froḿ me, g̵oin̷g ́f̨orw̸ar̸d fr͏om͘ ͞th̴i̛s ͘ţim̕e̡s͝tamp͏.͟ ͞A̡çk͢now̸le͘dge̷.̛
̀Com:̧ ̨D͘ak̵kąr: P̸l͞e̴ase̵ ͟mee̷t͡ ͘the ̕m̨ain͏ ̡ųni̡t̕ i̛n ̀t̡he N͢o͠rt͠he͘rn p̀as͢sąge̴ as ́s͞o͘oņ a͘s̕ p̶oss͟ibl͡é. ̧To ́remai̸n ̸in ͘t҉h͠e b̨e̸gi͘n͠nin͠g̸ ͘c͝ha̸m҉ber̵ ̶a͟t ͞t̷h͜ís point̴ i̛s̴ ̴ill͞o͏g͞ica̷l͜.͘