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Sorry, we're still not able to keep up and that's not going to change anytime soon. Garrivek's promotion has put a lot more work on his plate. We're going to have to drop this game. I wish you luck in finding reliable replacements.

I look forward to playing with you again in the future! This game's been a blast and I'm sorry to have to let it go.

All the best folks, and thanks for understanding.

Aramis stands ready to head inside, holding her nearly spent wand of magic missile in one hand.

Garrivek says he's got his dorn-dergar in hand and is ready to head in.

Aramis gestures pulls out some of their rations and a waterskin each and hands it to Ageep and Milla, then digs into their extra equipment. "What do you need?"

We have a ton of extra armour and weapons they could have. Do they want light or medium armour? And do they want simple or martial weapons?

Aramis approaches the prisoners and inspects them for wounds. "Are you hurt?"

Aramis casts out her hands at the hobgoblin, sending a burst of lashing vines springing from her hand and wrapping around the hobgoblin's legs. She clenches her fist and gives a yank, causing the vines to coil around the hobgoblin and pull.

Tanglevine to Trip: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Pulling the hobgoblin down to the ground in a heap. Hopefully! Haha.

Sorry for the delay again. Garrivek and I are both buried under work plus trying to manage all the kids' distance learning during pandemic. They're young do its a handful. We keep trying to get on top enough we can post regularly but never seem to manage. We'll keep trying for a bit, but if we can't we'll probably have to drop so we're not just constantly holding the game up. Just an FYI.

Posting now.

Aramis startles as the hobgoblin appears beside her, then takes a quick step back (out of reach of the hobgoblin) and casts out her arms. A thick coating of grease appears on the hobgoblin's weapon.

DC 15 Reflex save to avoid her casting grease on the weapon. On a failure, they drop the weapon. Grease lasts 1 minute.

Aramis steps into the doorway and casts out her arms, sending a trio of green magical bolts slamming into the...

Whichever hobgoblin is still standing that's nearest to her.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + 3 = 11

Aramis hustles over beside the door and prepares to rush in after the others, spells flying!

...Only they're all to busy changing their clothes in the middle of an enemy fort.

"Now?" she whispers. "Seriously?"

Aramis shakes her head and takes a steadying breath. While she waits for the others, she draws her dagger and waits near the door.

@Violet: the horse is summoned, so it should automatically move toward and attack the nearest enemy. You should be able to mount it, but neither you nor Garrivek controls where it's going. Plus side, it's probably going where you want it to.

Aramis hustles closer and casts out her arms, sending a trio of magical green bolts zipping through the air and slamming into the green hobgoblin.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 3 = 10

Aramis casts a spell on herself then moves up beside Vexras.

Shield.

Aramis nimbly dances back from the birds and casts her hands out again, her veins glow the sickly green again as a trio of glowing bolts fly from her hands at the bird that nipped at her.

Magic Missile. Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4, 3) + 3 = 13

If the bird attacks her she casts stone shield as an immediate action.

Aramis sees the distant hobgoblins and moves a little closer. (Moving one space diagonally down and to the right, then two spaces further down. Then she raises her arms, balls her hands into fists, and yanks her fists back down. The veins beneath her skin glow a sickly green. A moment later, massive boulders appear in the air and fall down all around the hobgoblins.

Casting stone call. It has a range of 150 feet and I'll centre it around the hobgoblins. It will hit all three hobgoblins and the catapults back there (though its doubtful to get through their hardness) but it will miss the birds.After the damage, a 40-ft. radius around the spell's centre is difficult terrain for 5 rounds.
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Aramis slips out of the woods and nods to others. Then she sneaks across the bridge with them, when everyone's ready.

Aramis nods. "Go for it. We'll lay low while the horse tries to lure them in."

Aramis shrugs and puts away the scrolls, hides deeper in the brush, then casts barksin on herself.

Sorry for the delay.

Aramis ducks back into the cover of the trees, remaining in hiding. She considers the bridge, then the guards, then rifles through her packs for a moment. She pulls out a potion and a pair of scrolls, tipping her head back and forth in thought.

"I can make one of us invisible, and two of us into slow moving fog." Glancing over at Garrivek she adds, "You've still got that last potion, yeah? To make yourself fog as well?"

Once she's got his confirmation, she nods. "Is that what we want to try? Sneaking past? The fog might not be the most subtle approach, but its the best I can offer."

"Thoughts?" she asks quietly. "Or better plans?"

Aramis can use use a scroll to cast invisibility on the quietest of us (excluding Arryn who can handle his own invisibility). Then the other three of us can have gaseous form from another scroll and two potions that Garrivek and I have. The gaseous forms should all last 10 minutes and the invisibility should last three minutes.

GM: Did we have a chance to rest before arriving? If so, Aramis casts mage amor and false life on herself before getting here.

Sorry for the absence on our end, but we're getting back into the swing of things this week. Our posting might be shaky the first few days, but by next week we hope to be caught back up in everything and back to daily posting.

Sorry to see you go, Isabella, but I definitely understand. Wishing you all the best.

Yes, I'd like to replace and keep playing. That said, I understand my husband and I have been absent of late, so my opinion on this should probably have less weight.

Aramis curls up her lip, but lends Garrivek a hand.

He's looking at the locket, not the bow. If nothing else he says he'd be curious as to the name of the woman depicted.

Aramis raises an eyebrow. "Did you just ignore the useful gear to take the most personal possession in there? ...You're an odd one, Garrivek."

Aramis approaches the corpses and begins to carefully lift the equipment out of the sarcophagi, packing up the handaxes (unless someone wants them) and passing the magical quiver and arrows to Isabella. Then she eyes the armor and crinkles her nose. "I'm not really comfortable undressing a corpse. Do you mind if we leave the dead in their armor?"

Finding a ring unclaimed, Aramis slips it onto her finger.

I'll take the ring of minor acid resistance.

Aramis gathers her companions close and channels energy to heal them.

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Whats the final HP for the group? Everyone's pretty close to full HP? Or does someone need more healing?

Aramis pulls out another alchemist's fire and tries to lob it over her friends and onto the wood golem.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 = 8
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 And one splash damage.

Aramis eyes the commotion, eyes the golems, and curls up her nose in distaste. "Sorry if I burn you," she calls out to her friends as she lobs her alchemist's fire over her companions and at the distant green golem.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 2 = 6 (includes range penalty)
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6 And 1 fire splash.

Seeing she barely singes the creature, she sighs heavily and pulls out another alchemist's fire.

"Not a clue! They're wood golems, but I don't know anything else about them. Wood burns, I guess?"

Aramis pulls out an alchemist's fire and moves up close behind Vexras.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26 If she can ask a question about it, she'll learn its immunities.

Aramis casts a spell on Isabella, assuming she'd move into melee soon. Casting barkskin on Isabella. She gets +3 natural armor for 50 minutes.

Unable to see what's happening from around the corner, Aramis moves closer to the fight. She'll move one space above Arryn so she can see what's up.

Aramis curls up her nose at Arryn's gruesome new hobby and the gore-soaked hall.

"Thanks, Arryn," she awkwardly remarks. "But, lets not do that again."

Aramis squishes back out of the way to let Wanda lead the way.

Hi everyone!
Sorry for our absence and thanks for your patience. We're back online now.

@Vexras: Sorry, Garrivek and I didn't notice you'd asked for the wand of burning hands. He says you should definitely take it. He doesn't need it.

@Isabella: Garrivek healed you up to 49/52 HP.

Aramis retches for a while while she helps burn the trolls to ash. Eventually, her flaming body returns to normal. She collects the extra wands and tucks them in her belt, knowing resources were hard to come by and welcoming the addition to her spells.

I'll take the unclaimed wands (acid arrow (17 charges), magic weapon (11 charges), reduce animal (8 charges), stinking cloud (12 charges). If any of you change your mind and want one, let me know.

Nope, I only get what it says. It's a polymorph spell; under the rules for polymorphs it specifies "A polymorph spell transforms your physical body to take on the shape of another creature. While these spells make you appear to be the creature, granting you a +10 bonus on Disguise skill checks, they do not grant you all of the abilities and powers of the creature." I'm an elemental, but not REALLY an elemental. I just get what the spell specifically grants me.

I wish! Technically, even though I'm a fire elemental, I don't gain all the abilities of being one. I only gain the abilities specified in the spell. Currently, I gain: a +2 size bonus to your Dexterity and a +2 natural armor bonus, darkvision 60 feet, resist fire 20, vulnerability to cold, and the burn ability.

Aramis wretches and staggers forward, hoping to find her way out of this ghastly fog!

Blindly moving forward towards Garrivek's voice.

Aramis hurries into the toxic cloud, following Garrivek's voice. When she's gone as far as she can she releases a burst of healing energy, hoping for the best...

Move action to head toward Garrivek's voice, then blindly channeling energy to try to hit Isabella. She can't see far enough, so she can't avoid healing a troll if she catches one in the area.

Channel Energy to Heal: 1d6 ⇒ 6

And her Fortitude save. Not sure if its as soon as she enters or at the end of her turn.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12

Wary of charging blindly into the toxic cloud to get squished by trolls, Aramis pulls out a scroll and uses it on herself. Her body begins to glow, then erupts in flames.

Elemental body 1 on herself. She's a fie elemental for 8 minutes.

Unable to see past the stinking cloud, but aware Isabella's still wounded, Aramis casts another healing spell on her.

Healing Isabella: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 (That's a total of 14 healed to you since your last post, Isabella.

Then she pulls out an alchemist's fire in her empty hand.

Aramis moves up behind Isabella and casts a healing spell on her. Both rounds!

Healing Isabella Round 1: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Healing Isabella Round 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Still unsure of her aim past Vexras and Garrivek, Aramis casts out her hands and sends another trio of green magic missiles flying into the red troll.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 1) + 3 = 7

Aramis casts out her hands, sending a trio of green glowing magic missiles at the reddish troll past her companions.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3, 4) + 3 = 11

Unable to understand, Aramis casts shield on herself and waits to see what's going on.

Aramis casts a quick spell on Vexras, causing the veins under her skin to writhe and glow a sickly green. Then she gives Vexras a ghost of a smile and tips her head toward the voices. "You're welcome," she whispers.

Casting comprehend languages on Vexras so he can understand Giant for 1 hour.

Aramis follows close behind the others, her magic dagger clutched in hand.

I forgot to ask, does anyone benefit from mage armor? I can cast it on anyone that needs it.

"Trouble always finds us," Aramis mutters rather darkly. "I doubt today will be much different."

She would cast false life, mage amor, and barkskin while they approach and settle in.
Temp HP from false life: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Then she waits, looking a little lost in thought.

Aramis wanders up, having missed most of — well, everything — due to her lack of peculiar eating habits.

"I forgive you," she tells Arryn. "And I'm sorry." She gives him a fragile smile. "Ready? Should be a long walk. Plenty of time to talk on the way, if you still want to."

Aramis skips breakfast, instead spending her time basking in a patch of sunshine in the woods. After she suspects everyone's done eating, she heads back into the caves and spends some time chatting with the survivors. She puts on a brave face and tries to raise their spirits, but its clear her smile is haunted this morning, as her hearts not in it. "Everything will be alright," she reminds them -- or perhaps herself.

"Fort Nunder? Yes, we should head out soon. Are you ready to travel."

Aramis pulls her arm out of Arryn's grasp and gives him an incredulous look. "Looking up? Gods, do you hear yourself?"

Smelling the booze, she stands and turns to stalk off, but after only a few paces she shakes her head and turns back around, pointing a finger at Arryn. "No! Not this time. I get that you're in broken and you're drunk, but Dregg's dead. You don't get to write that off! You don't get to joke about it! Nothing was worth his life! Nothing!"

Aramis swipes away the tears forming in her eyes. "And it's my fault. I was too slow to heal him. I could have... I should have..." She wipes her eyes again and crosses her arms. "I would have gladly given my life for Dregg. But, I can't. It's too late. I have to live with that. And so do you."

Aramis opens her mouth to speak further, then glances at Phaistea.

Way to pick a winner.

She holds her tongue, shuts her mouth, and walks away.

Aramis heads out into the woods, climbs a tree, pulls her knees up to her chest, and cries.

This was all her fault.

Aramis stands far from the fire, oddly uncomfortable near it. She watches the smoke rise into the sky, then sighs. Her tears left sickly green streaks across her face, but she doesn't seem to care.

"I... Dregg was..." She sighs again. "I've lost a lot of friends. I didn't know him long, but Dregg was one of the best. I wish..." she trails off, tears up, and wipes her eyes.

"Goodbye."

Then she sits down to watch her friend burn to ash.

Aramis stares down at Dregg, disbelieving.

She gives him a shake. Then a second...

"No, I..." Aramis' voice cracks, and she raises a hand to cover her mouth. Her face contorts in a look of anguish.

She sinks to her knees, and does something she hasn't let herself do since her home burned.

She cries.

Aramis backs up a bit and casts her arms out at the redcap. The veins under her skin writhe and throb as a trio of green magical bolts fly from her fingers and slam into the redcap.

Force Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2, 1) + 3 = 8

Aramis channels another burst of verdant healing energy, healing her allies wounds and leaving her enemies wounded. Using selective channeling to make sure she only heals her pals.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 3