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Guys, I hate to do this, but I've not been posting lately because I've been so busy with real life, both personal and professional. I've come to the conclusion that I need to drop out of this and all the other long-term games I'm in (and take on no more short-term ones).

I'm just not doing any justice to this very fine and interesting game.

Thank you for the opportunity to play, but I must now drop out.

With Regret,

Scott / Tarondor / Calathar

So we still going to after the human?

Indeedily.

"I don't understand it, either," says Calathar. "What can be done with it? Could we deliver it to the priests of Iomedae back home?"

Indeedily.

Calathar is gung-ho for tracking down anything having to do with Tar-Baphon and the truth of his connection to this place. But he has no idea how to do that.

I'll try to get to this later today.

"Perceptive bunch, then," rumbles Calathar, sitting down beside Elise and regarding the unnamed Eldred.

"Since the Age of Lost Omens eh? Either he must be ancient by now, or time is wrecked ..."

Just FYI - This -is- the Age of Lost Omens. It's about 400 years old now.

"If that guy is one of the Knights of Ozem," says Calathar, "he's way behind the times. He's sporting the holy symbol of Aroden. The Knights have used Iomedae's symbol since the start of the Age of Lost Omens. We need to find him and talk to him. As soon as we're done here."

"One of each," Calathar tells the innkeeper. "Ale, too. Calathar keeps a watch on the people of the inn, using his guise as dumb muscle to eye each of them from time to time.

"I don't understand any of this," Calathar confides to Nethan. "Why are all these people here?"

"Well," says Calathar. "If we've learned all we can here, let's head to the Trading Post. Unless you want to take Jeremiah up on his offer to blow up the stone?"

Calathar cannot speak in the tongues of men or spirits while in his battle rage, and so cannot offer to accept surrender. He merely attacks with his full fury.

masterwork nodachi: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage: 3d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 1, 3) + 9 = 18

I'm not clear if we're up again or not?

Calathar moves forward to dominate the center of the lake (and take advantage of attacks of opportunity with his great reach). Bellowing in Celestial, he attacks the lake spirit.

"In Heaven's name, I smite thee! By the Seven-Fold Mountain I cast thee down into ruin!"

masterwork nodachi: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage: 3d8 + 9 ⇒ (2, 1, 7) + 9 = 19

Or, you know, not.

Dang! I did forget that. I'll reroll it now. Thanks!

Damage: 3d8 + 9 ⇒ (1, 5, 7) + 9 = 22

Bellowing in celestial, Calthar strikes out at the nearest elemental and then strides forward into the water.

masterwork nodachi: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Not sure what the circles on the map are. If I can stand in those squares, I'll move Nx2. If not, NE - N. At huge size, I can occupy the same squares as a medium creature.

Adjusted AC is 15. Not sure if that's as good a trade-off for reach as I was thinking.

Calathar shouts in a deep, rumbling Celestial "See me, foes of Aroden! Mortals who would restrain a god! I am Calathar, son of Ragathiel, grandson of Gozreh, and I bring with me the holy fury of Heaven!"

So saying, he grows to immense size and strides forth.

Cast mythic enlarge person growing to huge size. Then move on the closest enemy, holding his no-dachi in a high guard.

Hey, all. Note Calathar's Focus ability: Focus (Su) When ally within 30 ft uses surge, it rolls bonus die twice and takes higher result.

"Uh, Amelia?" asks Calathar. "Who are you talking to?" His gaze roves the scene, seeking anyone hidden from casual observation. He's seen enough weirdness not to concern himself with Amelia's sanity.

Yep. Cool idea. If that's what this is and not the reddest of herrings.

Yeah, I think this is about Tar-Baphon and Aroden. Maybe.

Yeah, that's Calathar's weirdness threshhold. No one throws a kobold at his, uh, ex-girlfriend.

Calathar draws his no-dachi and drops into a defensive stance between Amelia, Nethan and the assortment of wacky creatures.

"First one's free," he rumbles in a tone that promises imminent mayhem. "The next one who throws anything is going to have it out with me. Now, talk or draw." he says.

Sensing the general discomfort of the party, Calathar puts a hand on the haft of his no-dachi and moves to cover Amelia.

Calathar smiles at the group and follows Amelia. The big aasimar can't seem to avoid the lure of adventure.

Calathar always feels lucky. He takes Elise's dice and tosses them.

Bone Dice: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Going back means we learn nothing," says Calathar, clearly itching for some action.

"Presumably each number leads to a different place," says Calathar. "Maybe a different world. If we go out there, can we come back?"

Having asked that, he steps out into the forest before anyone can answer or dissuade him.

Calathar pulls aside the panel, ready to attack or leap aside.

Calathar waits until Alþórel gives him the nod, then levers the panel open with his dagger.

Can Calathar see a nonmagical way to access the panel in the ceiling?

"We should not split up," says Calathar. "That never works well."

"What do we make of these numbers?" he muses. "Why five, when there are six sides?"

So what was the tally of CLW charges?

Okay, folks, roll your own and say that Calathar did it. Just use as many charges as you need and we'll all pitch in and buy another when we need to.

"Magical quantum mechanics..." Sounds much better than "handwaving".

Calathar reaches for the wand. Who has it?

"Of course. That was very brave, my friend."

That, unfortunately, was it. Perhaps the GM will now reveal the healing that was mentioned.

Calathar turns to his old mentor, surprise in his eyes. "I am unharmed, old friend," he assures the elf.

"And no, we are not without a healer," he adds. Praying over Elise's wounds, he calls out to his grandparent for healing. "Great Gozreh, let this warrior's flesh be straightened, her wounds rebuked."

Cure Light Wounds plus Mythic Surge: 1d8 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + (3) + 1 = 8

Calathar doesn't stop for talk. He takes Elise's suggestion, moves in and starts killing little spiders.

MWK nodachi: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 101d10 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Please forgive my absence. First I was sick and now my wife and baby are sick and I'm taking care of them. Posting may be slow for a short while.

Slapping down his visor, Calathar moves at full speed towards the imp, intent on teaching the creature a lesson it will not have time to forget.

I'm confused. Can you tell me what the creatures on the map are?

Sorry for my absence. Been out sick.

Calathar takes a careful look around.

Perception, with Darkvision: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"For the record," notes Calathar drily, "I'd prefer you just haul my corpse out of here and bury it in holy ground. Maybe with a bottle of something expensive."

"Make sure I'm dead first, too."

Ouch! Taking care of family is a lot more important than any game.

Linkifying the map.

MAP

"Up?" asks Calathar. "You said you had been fighting your way up through this place. Where did you come from?"

Calathar stands forward, no-dachi leaning against his shoulder. "And who are you? We didn't expect to find anyone alive down here. Why shouldn't we think you are some sort of trick?"

"Toss a rock down the hall?" asks Calathar, looking around for a likely stone missile.

I've described the area, though I can draw a map as you go if you like? Keep it in a file caled well map or something.

Depends on whether you expect us to make choices based on what things look like. Everyone's theater of the mind's eye looks different.

Is there a map I'm missing?

Calathar grunts. "Come on. Let's not keep them waiting."

He leads out, heading right.

Calathar stays near the lead, his no-dachi held like a spear in the narrow confines of the corridor.