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Hey guys,

I have really been thinking hard about this, and have very mixed feelings from day to day and even hour to hour, but I have decided to withdraw from the campaign.

I have had such a great experience, great action, creative and engaging role play, intriguing characters and great GMing. You really can't ask for more out of this. At the same time I also feel like I've been struggling to keep up at times between work and family duties. Between that and considerably more travel in the upcoming weeks and months I just felt it best to bow out so that you could have someone that was equally as talented and creative as you all are to keep the momentum and story line going.

Sorry to leave you hanging, but I thought that now needed to be the time with where we are in between chapters so to speak. I'll still play pbp but think I will limit myself to occasional PFS scenarios.

I will miss interacting with all of you, sincerely, and will be sure to follow along as you progress.

Corellon

"We shouldn't let him suffer. Its just not right. Who knows how his soul might be tortured right now. If it must be done, lets do it quickly. Is there not some way just to make him fall asleep forever, painlessly."

Corellon stands still almost paralyzed by the debate that is unfolding. His eyes dart from person to person as they pour out their souls.

"How can all of this be, the loss of one threatens to tear us all apart now. His wounds have now spread to the very fabric of our group. His will, our will, Westcrown's will. One of these must govern."

Unless this is a narrative twist from the GM to get us on book, then I have no interest in messing with it.

Corellon looks to Aemon and sees him wrestle with the decision. He jumps in to support him ...

"Aemon's right. A vote makes sense, and if need be a debate or case made one way or the other. I for one have had enough of devils and the like, but if it must be, I accept that will. I too would rather focus on the greater good here, but if the devil's path is the route to the greater good, so be it."

Corellon's heart pounds, as if the weight of all of this is on him. A silly thought, it was a shared burden, but a burden nonetheless. To have to choose, to have to consider denying him, where fate and his conscious met, what right did he have to choose.

"A vote ... its probably the right thing here.' but the thought terrified him.

"Before we set off, especially if against anything unnatured like devils and such, we need to prepare, there were several of us that couldn't do a thing to those beasts. We need to make sure that if we find ourselves in battle with other worldly things we stand a chance."

I would definitely like to upgrade at least my rapier to +1 so that I can get at those resistance enemies. I think I might be interested in the ring of featherfall, just in case I'm climbing something or need to make some death defying jump.

What about BD's stuff - i'k take that backpack he had.

Corellon looks around the room at the others for a sense of direction 'I thought we were done with devils and the like, to think we have to deal with them again, I shudder at the thought. But ... what must be done ... must be done.

"Well, lets head back before we are at risk of disturbing the other guests, I am glad to be rid of this place."

Corellon will make his way home and find his room for a rest, he knows something isn't right with him, but some sleep will do him the best right now and he will seek Kyle's advice in the morning.

Will he or another be able to examine Corellon to see his symptoms and make a diagnosis - I'm not sure how it will be apparent that Corellon has all of these ills.

Corellon slips back a few paces, lest the imp find a perch on his shoulder. Sensing for the first time in what seems to be forever, a bit of peace and safety, he begins to chide the alchemist.

"Oh Brandon, whats another personality added to your mix, you're already sporting two personas, why not a third?"

"I agree Beppo, its been a long night and I am in need of rest, I fear though, sleep will not cure all my ills at this point."

"Whoa, what was that. I thought I saw myself for a second there, then, I ... we, now we're here, at least I think so, I mean, I hope so?"

Clearly bewildered he checks on his friends to make sure they are ok.

And the bots are after us again.

Sorry did a post from my phone but it must not have worked.

Corellon sees the need to very quickly bring an end to this situation and does his best to tug on the sympathies of those on the other side of the door.

"Please, I swear to you that we are trapped in here and like you are making our way through this place on a mission to rid it of evil. Please open the door and I assure you we won't hurt you."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Corellon stands ready for anything and steps back a few paces from the door, drawing his blades.

He addresses the door, or rather whoever might be behind it, "Its true, its us we're trapped in here and have no way of getting out, please help us."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Agreed Beppo, but what do we do about this guy?" pointing up to the imp.

Corellon looks up at his counterparts from his crouching position by the door. "Guess it can't hurt to have them leave ..."

And where were these rolls in combat?

"Yeah, but what if we went back in time, this seems eerily familiar. I'll check the door too."

Perception (trapfinding): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Corellon's mind spins as he tries to cognitively digest the though of traveling through time.

"A portal not only from one place to another, but ... but through time? How? If that's us on the other side, we need to warn them, er us, ... " he reaches for the door and then pulls back, he pauses for a long moment as if something is slowly processing inside of his head. "But if that is us and we warn them and they act differently, maybe it will change things, for the worse ... oh I don't know, maybe we leave them alone, leave fate alone."

As Edmond appears his shoulders relax, "Am I happy to see you, who knows what's next for us. If I hadn't been this thing's lunch I'd be worried about what happened to you." and smiles.

Welcome back, glad you made it back safe.

To qualify for day job do I need a rank in profession?

Also, thanks again for another great run. You do a great job,it's a lot of fun. I would love to join you guys again, I just signed up for the March yesterday at Gen Con so I'd love to do another with you but would prefer the mists, that is if you'll have me.

"Was it this guy all along - is this the 'devil' we were worried about, and is that another curse?" Corellon asks the others in a hushed tone.

Corellon tries to figure out what the imp is trying to do, he also tries to get a sense of what the intent of the female on the other side of the door is.

Sense Motive - Imp: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Sense Motive - Voice: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Corellon brings himself to a stand, "Great, now what have we done? Thanks guys, once again you came to my rescue. All I wanted to do was get past the lock on that chest and to shower us all with riches. Oh well."

He checks to see if the door is locked and puts his ear to it to hear what might be on the other side.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Whew ... the pendulum finally begins back the other way. I like Aemon;s approach with the imp.

Since there is not much else I can do I'll try to stabilize again

CON Stabilize: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

Nice, finally a decent roll ...

And usually I think to myself, CON, who needs CON, when will I ever need any help from CON, here is that time, oh well.

CON Check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

... and that makes how many bad rolls in a row. Not sure what the implications are, ie: instadeath, if need be I can use a hero point to reroll.

At the rate we're going looks like you'll be able to split up my stuff as well.

I think it is still alive - it just growled at Beppo.

As darkness once again washes over Corellon he feels a sinking feeling of regret ... his body and his mind are terribly weary and in some small way the thought of an end that is near brings relief.

Corellon trie again to free himself from the man eating chest.

Combat Maneuver: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Realizing he really has got himself in some deep trouble here, Corellon tries to break free of the chest's grip on him.

Combat Maneuver - free from grapple/pin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 No DEX bonus while pinned so went with the combat maneuver

I guess at least at this point you realize that I am not cheating ... at least anyone but myself. I'd also like to cheat death here but am now getting concerned.

"I've got three potions of cure light wounds in my bag if you need them ..." He yells to Beppo and Aemon as he struggles.

Anyone willing to place odds on a successful ourtcome ... ie, surviving?

Crap in a hat.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Corellon struggles and tries to attack the mimic ...

Main Hand Attack w. MW Rapier: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Rapier Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Off Hand Attack w. Short Sword:: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Short Sword Damage:: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

And the dice gods of greed send down their warning

The problem is you can't make an untrained knowledge check.

I realize we are thinking about going in blind ... you guys have some dark premonition or warning?

I'm trying to balance the risk and reward, think we have a few cure light wounds potions ...

The chest is just so pretty and shiny

"I'm in on the sneak plan ... Beppo?"

Corellon readies his blades and prepares to go through the mirror, doing his best to sneak up on the lizard, he glances at Beppo waiting for the nod.

"One lizard thing against the three of us, might be the least of what we've face here. But who knows what else might be there or where we end up. Despite that, I'm inclined to do it. What do you two say?"

"It looks like its asleep, maybe we could surprise it. Who knows whot or what is beyond the door, and whether there is any risk of someone hearing us and coming in. I also suppose that there is a chance that one could sneak in grab the chest and go without waking the beast, but who knows. I'd like to go for it but there are only three of us. And I think Kyle took the healing wand with him. Anyone know anything about what that thing is or could do to us?"

Take your time, you have continually demonstrated an un-equaled commitment to the game. No worries.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Kyle you dawg ... I never knew.

"Well, I am curious about the chest. I assume you can't get back the way we came since the others havn't come back. Its a one way ticket. We could send one of us over and see what happens? If its a fight the one going over could motion for assistance or warn the rest of their immminent demise and not to join them."

Corellon thinks for a moment.

"Hmmm ... what if we send something through to be able to see the rest of the room?"

He takesout his small mirror and rmoves the rope from his bag. He ties the mirror in so that it sits amid the clump of rope and tries to toss the clump through the mirror so the clump lands with the mirror reflecting the other part of the room, away from the chest.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Corellon is in awe of the magical windows that he sees before him. Seeing that Devil is being attended to and knowing that he can't add much help, He can't keep his eye off of the one with the chest in it.

Can Corellon detect anything familiar about the room with the chest?

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Wouldn't surprise me if it was a trap, bet that thing is in the room with the devil in that cell."

Corellon brings himself to a stand. "Your graciousness is a further testament to your greatness. Your kind words offer me solace. I appreciate them greatly."

He shakes off the dismay and clears his throat before changing the subject. "I agree we should not abandon him, but considering the mysteries of this place, he may not even be here, or on this plane of existence for that matter. Dutifully we should search for him, but I fear that his absence for this length of time is ominous."

He takes a few steps and recalls, "What about that thing in the cell, maybe he went bakc there to finish it off?"

How about if I take 20 with each?

As the part collects themselves, Corellon's head sinks low in shame. His composure about him now he addresses the group.

"I feel I have failed you all, here we are facing one of the most formidable foes of our quest and I freeze up on you. Its as if I wasn't even there. What use am I if I can't be counted on in such situations. I don;t know what came over me. Its like I could see all of what was happening but I was outside myself, looking down as each of you was butchered in turn. I couldn't get back to my body, couldn't move or utter a sound. I am sorry."

He sinks to the floor in desperation.

"Maybe this is all too much for me, maybe I am not cut out for this. I am the weak link that risks breaking this chain."

His self doubt overhelms him and he hides his face from the others.

"Let me know when you are ready and I can examine the chests for traps."

"The ring could be a help as insurance if Corellon fails any acrobatic check jumping accross chasms or scaling walls. Need to find a +1 Rapier or +1 Short Sword ..."

Corellon examines the chests and first checks for traps, then tries to to pick the locks

Chest 1

Trapfinding: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Disable trap (if necessary): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Pick Lock: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Chest 2

Trapfinding: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Disable trap (if necessary): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Pick Lock: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

I am here, with my phone out I was unable to keep up at work as usual when traveling, that plus several fire drills and alarms, will be caught up this evening

Hey guys back from NY - what a trip, my phone died and I didn't have laptop. Travelled all day back with once cancelled flight and another connection with several hours of delays. Great times. Will now sleep, get caught up and post early tomorrow.