Seeing one of the slavers who injured her group, Gothia moves to attack him.
Attack:
Damage:
Vesica scoots up, flanking the remaining fighter opposite Gothia, and tries to run him through.
for plus plus
Chestman emerges from the fireball screaming and looking like a burned lump of meat. He charges in and attacks any slaver he can
Theatre of the mind map I guess
You managed to kill one of the slavers, Chestman.
"Nice work all.."
"We need to track down that spellcaster and end him, too!" Kehlysch says in a frustrated tone.
Gothia heads over to those down and wounded and channels life back into them.
TT, looking a lot worse for wear herself, casts detect magic to scan the fallen guards and the nearby area for emanations.
"C'mon wand of cure light wounds, c'mon wand of cure light wounds...!"
Gothia drops to one knee, armour ringing softly as her gauntlet presses to the earth. Her lips move in a low, urgent prayer—half plea, half command—to the guardian who has never failed her.
A heartbeat later, the air trembles.
Light erupts from her like a sunrise breaking through storm clouds—pure, brilliant, and impossibly warm. It washes over the party in a sweeping wave, sinking into bruises, knitting torn flesh, and driving out the ache of exhaustion.
For a moment, the battlefield falls silent. Even the enemy hesitates, blinking against the radiance.
And at the center of it all stands Gothia, eyes lifted, haloed in the glow of her god’s answer.
Gothia drops to one knee, armour ringing softly as her gauntlet presses to the earth. Her lips move in a low, urgent prayer—half plea, half command—to the guardian who has never failed her.
A heartbeat later, the air trembles.
Light erupts from her like a sunrise breaking through storm clouds—pure, brilliant, and impossibly warm. It washes over the party in a sweeping wave, sinking into bruises, knitting torn flesh, and driving out the ache of exhaustion.
For a moment, the battlefield falls silent. Even the enemy hesitates, blinking against the radiance.
And at the center of it all stands Gothia, eyes lifted, haloed in the glow of her god’s answer.
TT feels a lot better after Gothia's healing channel. After giving the paladin a heartfelt nod of thanks, the young bard-rogue moves to the nearest fallen slaver to make sure he wasn't healed by the energy as well. Should he stir, he'll get a jab from her flaming short sword.
"How about we sweep out that hallway?" Kehlysch says, calling upon is magic to summon another Gusting Sphere, and sending it forward into the hallway.
He follows the sphere at a distance , keeping it n sight, so as to direct it at slavers.
= Success! 9 damage taken
Sea Ranger is badly burned, and he staggers over towards the wolf - who lies smoldering on the floor. Unmindful of his own wounds, he checks for signs of life and breathes a sigh of relief when Smoke rises up, badly burned, but still alive. A moment later, Gothia's magic seems to heal her completely and takes care of most of his wounds as well. He smiles gratefully at the paladin and gives her a nod as he ruffles the thick, healthy fur of the wolf.
Rising to his feet, Sea Ranger uses some of his own magic to heal his remaining burns and then speaks to the others in a grim tone. "Let's find that caster. He has much to answer for." Despite his eagerness in hunting down the mage, he bides and waits for TT to detect for magic.
TT grimaces a bit when she sees the aggrieved ex-slave sorcerer immediately pursue the fleeing slaver mage, but she holds back the urge and/or obligation to rush to his side.
"Might be a healing potion or two on these bodies," she growls as she examines the fallen. Looking up from her looting, the one-eyed lady adds softly, "Besides, that fireball came from a wand. If it has more charges, we don't want to all be bunched together when the next one's incoming."
"I like the new guy's 'take-no-prisoners, give your foes no time to breathe' attitude, though; I hope he survives beyond this temple."
Perception checks:
Sea Ranger, Chestman, and Alenthieal can hear the sound of a closing door.
Up ahead, around the corner.
When it becomes clear that any remaining foes are behind a door, Vesica decides to take a moment to further heal herself of some lingering puncture wounds suffered at the bows of the temple's archer guards. Then she again casts detect magic, scans the door and nearby area a bit, and finally looks for traps to remove before trying her luck with any lock.
A still somewhat crispy Chestman follows, cursing under his breath
A still somewhat crispy Chestman follows, cursing under his breath
Sea Ranger nods to the others when they're ready to move and again covers the rear of the party with his bow at the ready. Smoke brushes up against his legs as he walks, and the ranger/druid smiles as he reaches down to stroke her soft fur once again.
Rolling smoke's perception:
Smoke smells the magic-user's scent. But she can't trace it.
They won't get away from us!
You find no active traps. (Sorry, I thought you already disabled the trap.)
When everyone is ready (and hopefully about half the party hangs back out of the range of a detonating fireball), TT throws open the door.
It's dark, except for a few torches. Not all the oxygen was sucked out by the fireball (but then again, it was magical fire). The way is open to you.
Sea Ranger bides and waits for the others to lead the way ahead. He'll remain at the back of the formation and guard the rear. Should they encounter a group of slavers in a large area where he can move up to attack, he'll be ready to do so - with Smoke loping along beside him.
Kehlysch dismisses his Gusting Sphere when the rest of the party enters the hall. He then waits patiently for the door to be examined for traps, and opened by Tavern Tale.
He waits for the melee combat experts to go in first, but readies himself to cast another spell at a moment's notice.
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Chestman takes the lead!
There is a corner that turns to your left.
The elf follows the dwarf.
"What do you see?"
Chestman looks around the corner.
TT positions herself toward the middle of the group, stalking along the right wall, ready for the next ambush.
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Gothia loomed just behind the dwarf, silent as stone. The narrow corridor forced her close, her presence forming a wall of steel and discipline at the fighter’s back. Her shield hung at her side, relaxed but never idle—like a hawk’s wing ready to snap up in an instant.
She leaned slightly, just enough to glimpse what the dwarf saw around the corner. To anyone else, the sight of a broad‑shouldered dwarf peering cautiously ahead with a paladin glaring over his head might have been almost humorous...Almost.
But the set of Gothia’s jaw, the measured breath through her nose, the unwavering focus in her eyes—none of it invited laughter.
It promised judgment.
And protection.
And violence, if needed.
“See anything?” she murmured, voice low but steady, the kind of calm that comes right before the storm.
You see that the hallway had caved in.
Huh. Didn't that wizard run this way?
Sea Ranger leans down to ruffle Smoke's fur and speaks an Elvish word to the wolf. "Track." He guides his companion to the last place they witnessed the wizard fleeing to make sure she's got the scent, then urges her on, trying to get her to follow. "If our quarry is a wizard, perhaps that cave-in is an illusion? Or maybe there is a secret passage we missed." The ranger suggests. He studies the walls carefully as he moves forward and prods the cave-in with his bow, as if to see if it might pass through an illusion of some kind. He watches Smoke's progress closely, ready to follow the wolf if she finds something on her own.
Sea Ranger leans down to ruffle Smoke's fur and speaks an Elvish word to the wolf. "Track." He guides his companion to the last place they witnessed the wizard fleeing to make sure she's got the scent, then urges her on, trying to get her to follow. "If our quarry is a wizard, perhaps that cave-in is an illusion? Or maybe there is a secret passage we missed." The ranger suggests. He studies the walls carefully as he moves forward and prods the cave-in with his bow, as if to see if it might pass through an illusion of some kind. He watches Smoke's progress closely, ready to follow the wolf if she finds something on her own.
[dice=Smoke's Survival (Scent)]1d20+5
[dice=Sea Ranger's Perception]1d20+15
Smoke finds the scent leads to the wall. Sea Ranger definitely detects an impression like a door in the wall.
Vesica does not get any thing magical with the casting of her spell.
TT gives Sea Ranger and Smoke a quick nod of appreciation for their sharp eyes and nose respectively. Then she goes to work, looking for any traps on the hidden door.
Alenthieal checks the area for secret doors.
Alenthieal checks the area for secret doors.
[dice=Pereption]1d20+10
You do find a secret door. It's the impression that Sea Ranger found.
Sea Ranger gives Smoke a loving pat, then lets TT check the secret door for traps. He stands to one side, his bow at the ready, as he waits for the paladin and the dwarf to lead the way through. He'll continue to cover the rear as they continue their pursuit of the wizard.
TT gives Sea Ranger and Smoke a quick nod of appreciation for their sharp eyes and nose respectively. Then she goes to work, looking for any traps on the hidden door.
[dice=Vesica Perception Check (locate traps)]1d20+9
[dice=Vesica Disable Device Check]1d20+14
You find no traps.
TT pulls the door open, allowing Gothia and Chestman to be the first heroes through.
Gothia nods to the bard as she and the dwarf pass through the secret door.
Chestman stomps through.
You both see stairs, leading down. There is a torch here, burning to give light.