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I don't think so, I'm still being quartered by multiple projects but after the one near completion finishes things should return to normal.

Ansel curses under his breath as he squeezes through the tunnel behind Robin. Seeing the slabs of stone and ancient glyphs, the memories of sliding past feces fade away and the hidden secrets before him take hold of his mind.

Perception (Stone Cunning): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
KN Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Craft Sculpture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
KN Religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
KN History: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

As well as detect magic.

Correction, Darkvision is only on Vala

"Who all needs aid to see in the dark?" Ansel grumbles looking from human to human to human.. "Aw bloody hell, all of ya? We're climbing down within the earth for Stone's sake." I have 9 hours of Darkvision that I can spread out.

When that is settled he waits for Vala's signal and cast invisibility. 9 minutes

"Mmpfh, Invisibility. We could do that, Vala? Are you willing?" Ansel agrees and trusts Agriver's diagnosis of the situation's tactical disadvantage.

Ansel shakes his head as he pulls out his Mage Armor wand, "No I did not." He casts the protection spell on himself before motioning to Ayame, "Eh? Anyone else?" HE then happily reads Agriver's scroll.

Once that is taken care of he checks the rubble, the architecture of what it had once been, the stone work, and any cultural or religious significance he may draw from any of it.

Perception (Stone Cunning): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
KN Engineering: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Craft Sculpture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
KN Religion: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
KN History: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Ansel nods with understanding as Robin speaks his news. "We'll miss him, but out of the options I prefer to see him walk away and than one of us having to drag out his remains. I hope he can join us on the deeper levels once he has communed with nature."

Finishing his beer Ansel pets Ayame and then pats Robin on his back. "And don't worry, you too can run with the wolves my friend. As Agriver suggests, you just need to lose your faith." As he says the words, Ansel casts Polymorph onto his friend, turning him into a wolf in the bar.

"Enjoy it, you have about ten minutes."

Apologies for my silence of late. I've taken on some new roles and responsibilities at work that have really effected my routine and freetime during the day. I'm stepping back from several games on here so that I can focus on just a few, this being one of them. I'm thinking that should help.

Ansel is leveled as well, GM.

Ansel remains somber and subdued during the travels to and from Daggermark. He reflects on the past several months and how his lot in life has changed. It surprises him that he is not only in possession of such wealth, but that he will soon be in possession of such a powerful item. When he started down this career path of adventuring he had never dreamed that the promises of riches would actually materialize. Alas, he is now spending the value of a modest swath of land on an elegant and powerful item that weighs little more than a sculpting chisel.

The lessor Meadsoddens, drunks, burnouts, underachievers, lazy, uninspired. The notion of his clan's branch may indeed be starting to break for the better. Perhaps he could raise it out of the mud and back to the level of respect before they pulled away from their successful brewing cousins.

Once Ansel has the new headband, his eyes brighten as if by some sudden realization. He remains silent, but now not simply thinking but also nose deep in his several books. As the group finally arrives back at Fort Inevitable, he asks "Robin, can ya tell m'what ya know of the forest creatures, pertaining to their souls or life essense? Agriver, 'suppose ya would have some insight here as well. What do you see separates humanoids from our less gifted companions in this world?" As if just hearing the words himself, Ansel tries not to grimace too much as his eyes are pulled to Ayame. "No disrespect, Ayame, I don't include you in that company."

Ansel would like to upgrade his headband of INT to a +4, if that requires a trip to Daggermark he'd gladly join.

Thanks! Are we in fact level 9 as well?

Returning to the surface, Ansel wishes that the Fort was in a little less open country. He keeps those feelings to himself though, as he watches the rest of the stretch and enjoy the sun's rays upon their faces.

Back in the Fort, Ansel spends most of his time between working in the shop or researching in the library with small spurts of visiting at the magic shop in-between. The several large pieces of statue that he dragged out of the Spire sit on the floor next to his keg, covered for now under a tarp.

Most nights are spent staring into the green gem. The Dwarf is easily enchanted by it. He wonders if the others will want to sell it and begins to formulate plans for why they'll need to keep it.

Ansel climbs up and places the fangs back in place on the statue.

Can I burn a 1st level spell to cast Mending here? It's not prepared but it's just a cantrip.

Once people seem rested, Ansel begins backtracking through this level and tests his theory on the statue that he remembered.

Ansel approaches the nest just enough to grab the stone fang with mage hand and bring it to himself. He compares the two, "Think we got ourselves a puzzle. If I remember right a statue back there was missing these.." he trails off with the unanswered question of what trap such a thing might trigger.

After digging through what he has learned, Ansel follows as well.

Knowledge, if any apply: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Apologies, I'm still without internet until tomorrow.

"Grass? Down here?"
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

Ansel moves in behind Robin and casts Magic Missle, firing the force torpedos from his beloved hammer at the nearest serpentfolk. "Galdrastyrkur spjót"

Magic Missile, CL8: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 2) + 4 = 17

Ansel tries a Magic Missile from his wand at the serpent folk.
MM Wand, CL3: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 = 9

Ansel follows Agriver in, takes the scroll off his belt, and casts Heroism onto the Paladin.

Ansel looks to Vala and smiles, "See you in a little while. Á bak við loftið situr þú!" Invisibility Greater, 8 rounds.

The human immediately vanishes and Ansel looks to Agriver, "If you don't run too far in I can stay with you and use that scroll on your belt."

Ansel looks at everyone then sets down his back and pulls out a gallon of ale. He takes off the cap and takes a swing before offering it to Aggie. "Cut the edge maybe? M'ma always said noth' calms the nerves like the taste of home. We can't forget what's above while we're down here."

Ansel walks down and inspects the statue remains. He sets aside a piece or two, "I'm taking these back with me." he says with a casual motion. "Yeah, what happened to you? And wasn't that serpent folk a woman a moment ago?" he says motioning to the creature dead by Vala's knife.

"I have not idea if this is even working!" Ansel cries among the battle carnage as he throws another bludgeoning telekinetic attack.

Telekinetic Fist @ Statue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Ansel Meadsodden wrote:

I believe Vala and Agriver should be hastened as well, my range is 40ft and no one is more than 30ft apart.

you don't have line of effect... cant target them

Ah, I thought it was just sound, but line of sight as well? Cool cool.

Flipping through his prepared spells in his head, Ansel knows the rest of this fight is just going to be a grind. "Ahhhh!!" Just chiseling stone, just chiseling raw unformed stone..'

Telekinetic Fist @ Statue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

I believe Vala and Agriver should be hastened as well, my range is 40ft and no one is more than 30ft apart.

Ansel moves back around to the golem. "You were awoken for the wrong reasons," he says to himself. "Let's finish this, Taktu upp hraða!" Casts Haste, maybe a waste now but oh well.

"I said Frelsaðu hugann þinn!" Ansel reiterates as he points his hammer at the paladin and tries to muster all his arcane strength. Last chance, casting Dispell Magic with my bonded warhammer on what is controlling Agriver.
Caster Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Hearing Vala, Ansel shifts back into the room and casts Dispell Magic on Agriver. "Sorry Robin, hold on... Aggie! Frelsaðu hugann þinn!"
Caster Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 !@#@#$^&&^%$# I'll check if I've used my reroll this level.
Reroll ,Caster Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 I tried. Bonded Item next round I guess.

"What the hell? What's going on down there?!" Ansel shouts down the stairs as indestructible swords are not flashing through the air.

Ansel has a mixture of relief and puzzlement on his face as the missiles of force bounce harmlessly off the golem. "Þú ert að verða mjög klókur!" He shouts, forming grease under it.

Reflex DC 16, casting on the edge of the wall behind it so it should only be under the creature.

Ansel can't make up his mind, "Urrghhhh! Fine! Galdrastyrkur spjót!" The dwarf reluctantly fires upon the statue, seeing no other way.
Magic Missile CL 3: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

"Humf! It's still prettier than that face your mama gave you." Ansel grumbles back at Yon. "No matter what maligned intentions were forced upon it, the statue is still a work of art. There are ways to subdue it without shattering it..."

Would Ansel be able to even attempt to dispell the magic that is animating this statue?

Ansel looks at the door to the hallway and shifts nervously, if the other's efforts to open the door from the inside fail, he'll cautiously head into the hallway alone and give it a try with his want of Magic Missile in hand.

That is brutal! Should almost have to roll a will save after that

Seeing people are all settled in, healed, and reequipped; Ansel nods to the door. "There were two more out there, one looks like it opened down to the pit you were in so I'm guessing we're after the one across the hall? Vala, if you'd be so kind?" and the dwarf gestures to the hallway.

Applauds the almighty RNG

Ansel puts his hand on Agriver's shoulder. "It ain't nothin'ta be ashamed about, could happen to anyone. You've just had a traumatic experience n'all and sometimes... Well, when we're back in Fort Inevitable I'll ask around, discretely. There's probably a remedy or something made for things like this."

Isn't there a deal going on with this level, roll 6 1's and get the 7th 1 free?

"Are you back to normal?" Ansel questions Vala.

I have one more pearl if we wana roll a 5th 1.

As Agriver begins to heal Vala, Ansel comes over to check on both of them, "Feeling any better?"

You can use one of mine, have two unused.

Ansel tries not to visibly cringe at the mention of enchantment, "Nothin' that seemed odd for those folks to be carrying."

Ansel looks confused at Tiawask, "What?.." he asks incredulously. "Do you remember where they took your spellbook or other belongings?" He stops his external thinking and begins to feel quite suspicious of Tiawask.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

(Azlanti)"Something doesn't feel right, but I can't figure out what's going on. You heard of these lost Wizards before I joined the expedition so I might be missing some information, but any Wizard strong enough to make it this far into the Spire should be able to speak of their Arcane schooling more intelligently. Or even with a mote of interest. If she truly has no specialty she should still have interests and Arcane theories that drive her study. The Universalists are honestly the most annoying practitioners I've met. All that lofty talk of 'Grand Unifying Models'. Always drawing assumptions between schools without fulling grasping the two ends they're connecting.."

Ansel walks around the table once he sees it is just of Agriver's personal items. "Tis a pleasure, Tiawask. Mind me askin what schools do ya study? I believe we have a shared interest in that pursuit, fancy Transmutation and Earthen magics m'self."

Ansel enters cautiously, "Glad yer safe. What's your name Miss? What brought you down here?" he asks while inspecting the items on the table.
Detect Magic

Ansel's muscles tense as Robin eases forwards, his breath catches for a moment.

"Let's sneak by and take the single path to the right." The dwarf whispers to the group.

Is there another spell affixed to the Unhallowed site?
Spellcraft, perhaps?: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Ansel relays all the information. "We have to come back here one we get Agriver. He'd love it. Keep an eye out for the second fang, a'believe there'll is more to this statue once we make it whole."

The dwarf looks more than a little sad, "Onward then?"

"Hm, thanks." Ansel nods to Yon. He begins scratching his chin at the appearance of Agriver's sword. Looking to Vala, he doesn't like what he sees there either. "Vala, you almost look like death. Are you sure you're ok? Can I carry anything for you?"

Of course, the dwarf takes to the statues, architecture, and other details to the room. Detect Magic
Kn(Religion): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Sculpture: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Ansel will be thorough with these statues. Didn't want to roll 8 knowledges at you, but he'd so peruse dungeoneering, history, arcana, nature, and planes. Can roll if applicable.

Ansel shifts over so he can see one of the creatures (red) and shouts with arcane force "Galdrastyrkur spjót!" Four trails of force fly from his hammer and slam into the lizard thing!

Magic Missile: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2, 4, 3) + 4 = 17