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Alwyn's in M14. His horse is behind him in K/L 13/14.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Camlo wont think about blinkers, so another 5 if someone thinks of it for him.... Oh, and that's untrained...

"Get the blinkers on the horse first. Unless you fancy a long tumble off the side of the ridge." Alwyn looks worried about the ride, and Camlo's nonchalance isn't making him happier.

Ride: 1d20 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 5 = 12

Alwyn and Camlo both fail the check, but only by 3. Thanks, blinkers!

Nice!

"Blinkers. Horses get as nervous looking down steep slopes as we do. If we limit their vision, they won't know that the ground is dropping away right next to them."

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

It takes several hours but eventually the top is reached. To the west, the Storval Deep sparkles in the sun and Hook Mountain looms in the haze. Northwards, conifer-clad peaks like jagged knives stab at the sky, and eastwards they obscure any view of the plains beyond. To the south, the summits swiftly descend like craggy steps to the Varisian lowlands, and beyond them a broad smudge of dark green marks where the forests of the Sanos and the Ashwood lap at the base of the cliffs.

The way onwards is the top of a wafer-thin ridge, descending gradually to the south-east into the forested valley below. From there, a route needs to be found to cross the next line of mountains at the far side.

"It is beautiful, no? Keep your eyes open, though - Cinderlanders are a notoriously surly bunch, and I'm sure they descend down here to hunt occasionally."

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

"One moment. This might just be petty vandalism, but I'll take whatever I can get." Alwyn walks over to the new wooden bridge spanning the breach in the dam. He kneels down at one end and gently taps the stones; they immediately begin to twist and buckle, sending the bridge timbers tumbling into the abyss. "Oh no!", he grins, shaking his head in mock sadness before mounting his horse. "Let's go find ourselves some bloatmages."

That's a Stone shape spell - anything to slow/annoy our pursuers. I'll memorise two Sending spells as well. Any thoughts on the messages? Finally - Survival aid another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"We can probably get higher-ups to treat our friends more leniently. Sadly, it is the best we can hope for right now. That insect-thing, whatever it was, was too powerful to defeat." Alwyn spits over the dam's edge.

"I'll contact the Hellknight leader tomorrow morning. After that we leave for the bloatmage city. I have never been to Kaer Maga, but if half the tales about the place are true..."

"We camp on the far side. I'll break the bridge; that way they won't be able to sneak up on us."

I can cast Sending, but need to memorize it first. After we cross the bridge I'll rip its foundations out using Stone shape to slow any pursuers down.

Alwyn looks sourly at the incoming hellknights and their diabolical allies. "I was wrong. We should have killed them all. But there's always next time." He mutters a complex incantation, and immediately dissolves into mist. "See you in hell, diabolists; I'll send each and every one of you there." And then he is gone.

I'll cast the spell, and then head straight east, climbing as I go. My move rate is now 600'. Tikrok and Sefayll are also insubstantial.

Oh well. We had too many NPCs anyway. Get up on me and I'll Wind walk us out of here.

"Tikrok, Asher, hell... Sefayll, converge on me! I'll get us out of here!"

So the bone devils act before me, Illes and Elisile?

I think I've figured it out. Initially, Alwyn delays. Illes then moves to V13. Elisile moves to W13 and casts Dimension door on herself, Illes and Tikrok. They then BAMF! to AM/AN 7/8 (Tikrok), AL 7 and AM 9 (the other two). I then move to AL 8 and cast Wind walk on the four of us (need to be level 12 to include Sefayll, unfortunately). We instantly turn gaseous; next round we have 600' move and can fly!

I'm not overly worried about myself - it's Tikrok who's in a bad spot. If I move up to him and cast the spell on both of us, do we instantly turn into clouds? We can then run like hell the next turn.

Is the initial change into a cloud instantaneous when I cast Wind walk?

Know (planes): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"What the hell is that? Better keep moving."

It is now the target of my Ring of foe focus. Also, I'm switching Demiarchos' Bile to give saving throw bonuses.

"MOVE! Are any horses left in the stable? Those without a horse, converge on me!"

So... Any horses left? I'll wind walk those without a horse away.

The main point is to keep reinforcements from reaching us. How about U 21/22 to Z21/22 (3 cubes), U23/24 to Y23/24 (3 cubes), V 25/26 (3 cubes from the ground) to X 25/26 (1 cube). The last cube goes in V/W 18/19.

"Give it up, devil-worshippers," Alwayn grumbles, shaking his head in disgust. "Don't make me hurt you."

Move to AH 11 before dropping another Wall of thorns along the outer wall. I get 11 10' cubes. I want AB/AC 13/14 south along the wall to Y/Z 22-23 (7 cubes); from there west to U 22-23 (2 cubes) and south on top of the wall to Z 28 (2 cubes).

Move to AB11 and then either remove the crossbar or push open the gate (most likely the former).

"Get me a horse! I'll open the gate."

Triple move to Y11.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Stealth: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (11) - 3 = 8

"Always", Alwyn replies with an evil grin. He walks quietly towards the tower.

Move to I6.

Uh-oh. Lost my dots.

Alwyn pokes his head out the secret door. "I'll use a spell to knock down the tower if it comes to that. Until then, let Camlo do his tricks."

I'm in C6.

"Right. I can knock down the tower."

"I might know just the thing..."

Could I possibly drop it with Stone shape?

"Tikrok - are the main gates closed? If not, I guess we can seize our mounts and barge out of here."

"Beat up hellknights, recover our horses and gear, then ride on to wherever you are going. I'll drop a message to Chief Archivist Ghorth of the Order of the Nail to have someone come by and unlock their cells."

"I'm torn between robbing the hellknights blind to teach them a lesson and taking nothing to avoid provoking overreaction. Thoughts?"

Ghorth is the only grand Hellknight poohbah whose name I know. Others at the conclave might be more relevant for this; Sefayll probably knows who.

"Good job, Camlo," Alwyn says matter-of-factly. "Get everybody else out of their cells. Then, please make sure the hellknights can't get out as easily as you did."

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I changed the avatar. It's the same iconic (the dwarven ranger; a moderately amusing aside - in Norwegian, "Harsk" means "rancid".) - I just thought the old representation was a bit lumpy.

Up to date - attacking the thing in melee was more or my plan. Aubrey - as the Thing isn't undead, is it a construct or some sort of grotesque ooze?

There's a first time for everything. Seriously, when was the last time Alwyn actually knew anything pertaining to matters of religion?

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Know (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Disgusting. I guess that answers my question about the smell."

"This place..." Alwyn shakes his head in weary disbelief at the party cautiously make their way through the fog.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29