| Davod Mohidoon |
The suli stands near the red flame. "Take me to Lady Pharos!"
If nothing happens, Davod touches the red flame.
| Davod Mohidoon |
The suli thief quickly runs to Lady Pharos's side. Leaning down, Davod gently pats the effreeti's lovely face. "Lady Pharos? Please wake up!"
| Pharos Alexandria |
She moans out in distress, "Ohh... I feel so weak..." She doesn't open her eyes.
| Davod Mohidoon |
Will Save DC 18: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
She moans out in distress, "Ohh... I feel so weak..." She doesn't open her eyes.
"It's alright, Lady Pharos. I'm here. Davod." The suli thief coos as he sits down next to the beauteous efreeti, propping her head on his lap. Gently combing her fiery red hair, Davod looks in his belonging to find something that might help his lady love, but finds nothing.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25"CARPET!!" Davod cries out, realizing for the first time his intelligent magic item/friend is missing as well. "Where are you!"
| Pharos Alexandria |
A few words escape her mouth in that time but they seem random and definitely incoherent.
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod you wake up on hard stone bricks. With your darkvision you see you are in a sphere like room made of stone bricks. You see a circle ahead. The only thing that is different from the stones. Your pack seems to have come undone. Your gear is all over the floor. You feel your head and find it covered in blood, though as a Sublime you aren't bleeding anymore.
I'm sorry. When I originally read this, I had thought I lost the template.
"Please wake up, my darling."Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 6
| Davod Mohidoon |
Grieving, Davod remembers old tales of a kiss waking up a sleeping princess. With love in his heart, Davod slowly lowers his head and kisses Lady Pharos's lips. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod's scowled as his concentrated everything he had. "PHAROS! AWAKE!!"
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2
| Davod Mohidoon |
"Ayreh Feek!!" Davod cursed in Kelish. The thief carefully removed himself from under the genie, then tried to lift Lady Pharos in his arms.
Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
| GM Wolf |
She is in her medium form but she is quite heavy some 160 pounds.
Which puts you into medium load, thus you can hold her but must stagger around.
Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
As you work at not stumbling you stagger forward with Pharos in your hands. You can feel the items doubling as you touch them with your feet.
Almost out you trip... but catch yourself and carry Pharos out into the hallway. The items spill out with you and the doubling magic continues.
Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod carries Lady Pharos as far as he can, hopefully into some fresh air3.
| Davod Mohidoon |
The suli, as gently as he can, sets Lady Pharos down. Davod examines the light with the needle and thread.
"Oh, Carpet! If that's you, I sure could used you help right now!" Shooting Starknife in hand, Davod touches the globe of light.
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod kneels down to gently pet Carpet like an old, injured cat. The suli carefully folds the intelligent magic item as best he can and leaves the room.
Quickly checking Lady Pharos, Davod explores the door with the burning bird outside it.
| GM Wolf |
Davod puts the carpet components into his Handy Haversack. Walking down to the next door he sees a flame within a bubble of smoke. Opening the door you find immense heat eminating from the room. You see a figure laying down on the far side of the room. If you enter Fort DC 14, or fatigued and 1d6 nonlethal damage. Next round Fort DC 16, the DC goes up 2 every round.
Going in you find Aukan. With a few quick, jabs, kicks, slaps? he wakes up and nods to you. He collects his few items around in the room and follows Davod out.
| Davod Mohidoon |
Fort DC 14: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Fort DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Fort DC 18: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Non-lethal: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Davod makes it over to find the unconscious form of Aukan, just as the heat begins to affect him.
"WAKE..UP!" Davod yells over the roaring heat.
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
The suli slaps the goliath awake.
"FOLLOW ME!"
Fort DC 22: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Fort DC 24: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Non-lethal: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Davod slumps out of the room, laying on the relatively cool floor outside.
| Aukan the Goliath |
His flesh looks barely singed from the intense heat and he states, "Davod thank you! We need to get you some fire resistance. Especially if you wish to dalliance with... Alexandria!" The last word is emphasized as he rushes over to her side. Seeing that she is alive and breathing he looks up and urgently asks, "Where is Sasha and Nima? I can feel them both but... they must be around here somewhere... What is this place? I thought we were close to the Spire. Are we in the Spire?"
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod pulls himself back up off the floor. "I have no idea. I found you three first."
The suli takes out the tattered form of Carpet and gently lays it over Lady Pharos's body. "Let's go find the other sisters."
The thief, with Aukan in tow, looks for more rooms with globe outside them, hoping the goliath's senses can find the others quickly.
| Sasha Line |
She states to the two of you, "This doesn't look good. We need to find Nima. She should know or at least should be able to figure out what Alexandria needs."
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod goes back to Lady Pharos unconscious body, wrapping himself in Carpet's remnants. The suli thief then enters the freezing room in hope of identifying the beings in the ice.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod quickly leaves the frozen room, shivering.
"She doesn't appear to be in there. Let us search elsewhere."
| Aukan the Goliath |
With Sasha caring for Alexandria he helps by searching the next room. He comes out of his shaking his head, covered in blood, "Goblins and worgs... I fear it just gets further and further from what we have seen so far."
| Davod Mohidoon |
"We must keep looking", Davod nods. "Only then can we truly access where we are and how to leave."
| Sasha Line |
"You two keep looking this way, I will check the other end of this long hall."
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod nods and searches his share of the long hallway. The rogue also keeps an eye out for secret doors. Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
| Davod Mohidoon |
Diplomacy (Practiced Impression): 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 22 + 2 = 36
| Davod Mohidoon |
"I said, we are looking for a missing girl, ifrit like you. But you likely didn't see her due to your mediations."
| Davod Mohidoon |
"As long as we mutually do not mean the other harm, then yes!" davod smiled broadly.
Diplomacy (Practiced Impression): 1d20 + 22 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 22 + 2 = 38
| Davod Mohidoon |
Davod's eyes rest on the stranger's hand on the hilt of his scimitar.
"It might be safe to perceive that some of the beings in this prison were locked up for a reason? Come." The suli motioned out of the room.
| GM Wolf |
The Ifrit follows his chainmail clinking as he walks.
The next room is another freezing jail house. You find one that appears empty. Then a winged man with a spear, armor, and a halo. Third a medium sized ball of chains. Last you see a nearly nude woman with flaming green hair, wisps of green scarf or silk orbit around her covering her bits. Her long ears tapering to points above her head, her beauty painful in its perfection. Her glowing emerald green eyes look at you... you feel... inspired. You know if she gave you a token like a lock of her hair it would be permanent.
| Davod Mohidoon |
Entranced, Davod seeks to release the beautiful woman as painlessly as possible.
Disable Device: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
| GM Wolf |
Davod
Will Save DC 18: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Ifrit
Will Save DC 18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
As Davod moves forward to the beautiful woman, he hears some strange movement from behind as he resists a spell of some sort. The Ifrit has been pulled to the icy prison with the ball of chains in it. The Ifrit's chain armor seems to be fraying or breaking off sections, holding him in place against the ice.
With a few quick placed slashes and touching the prison with the palm of his hand in one place. The ice door shifts in and to the side. She is lowered on a fog into his waiting arms as the scarves constrict on her body as 'clothing', more so ribbon barely covering the essential spots.
With her in your arms, you look back in horror as the Ifrit has a steady stream of blood dropping down the icy prison.
| Davod Mohidoon |
In shock, Davod runs with the beautiful woman out of the room. The suli sets the woman down, then runs back in to help the ifrit.
Will Save 18: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Disable Device: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31