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Garran turns to face the door as Linge opens it. As he does so he draws his sword.

Wow. That takes the fun right out of vacation. I hope you have a speedy recovery Eladorn.

”More magical floor tiles.” Garran points in the general direction. ”Over there. And I’m getting magic auras from behind the doors to the left and right.”

Garran calls on Iomedae’s power again to check the new area for magic auras. Then he begins to give the hall a quick search.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

”Maybe we should finish checking this floor.” He glances at Mierul. ”She won’t be going anywhere for awhile.”

”My guess would be no.” Garran says thoughtfully. ”Probably need the word ‘up’ in a rhyme to go up.” He smirks. ”Chase your tail just like a pup. That’s what to do if you wanna go up.” He grins. ”Is probably not it.”

A little Army of Darkness, a little Princess Bride.

:)

”I think I know the secret of the frozen transporter.” Garran muses. ”A key phrase: Spiral downward to the ground, every inch and every pound.” He says in Skald. It is becoming more and more natural for him to speak that language. He frowns. ”No… It was every ounce and every pound.”
He walks over to look over Linge’s shoulder. ”What have you found?”

Garran pivots to face the new threat. Or is it the other fey, trying to escape in the other direction?

”Looks like one of them is leaving!” Shouts Garran. He runs toward the icy transporter as quickly as he can in his heavy armor.

”Too bad we don’t have a net or something.” Says Garran.

I don’t seem to have anything that would help pinpoint them.

Once the forlarren is stabilized, Garran stands up to have a better look at his surroundings. He calls on Iomedae’s power to augment his sight. (Detect magic.) Then begins to scan the room, both for magic auras and anything of interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 Edit: And maybe spot a fey, if they rolled really low…

This is actually typical for most pbp games I’ve been in. Laggy posting, then the GM quits. I’m used to it.

Garran kneels beside Mierul and tries to staunch her wounds. She had seemed honorable, if misguided. Garran wants to give her another chance.

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Garran hops down from the table. He draws his blade and attacks Mierul.

Cold iron longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 ; Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Garran scrambles up onto the table, then readies his shield.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Garran sheaths his sword and settles his shield on his back. And gets his backpack if I hadn’t already. Then he grabs a big handful of Horn’s fur, and loose skin around the bear’s neck. But not being too rough.

”Well, we’re stuck with it then. Let’s see if we can get it to carry all of us at once. Hold hands or something.”

”Eladorn!” Garran watches in dismay as the archer melts away.

”Maybe we should rest after all… We can use the recovery, and if someone does come down here, we can see how it’s done.” Garran shrugs. ”Maybe.”

Work as normal for me. But happy holidays anyway.

:)

Wisdom check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Garran calls on Iomedae’s power of healing again. For the last time today…

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 5

”I’m real low on spells myself.” Garran says. ”But I doubt that we could get a peaceful night’s sleep in this place.”

”Could it be the key to the front gate of this tower?” Garran wonders.

”That water spirit came from the pool.” Garran says. ”Summoned by this fellow, it seemed.” Garran looks at the sergeant. ”A brave soldier for an unworthy cause. That’s a shame.”

Garran hurries around behind Horn, coming between the sergeant and the blue tiles. He attacks again, with his sword.

sword: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12

Garran watches the sergeant closely as they spar. Once he has the fellow sized up, Garran slashes up at a savage angle.

Longsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14; damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Move action to study target; standard:Attack.

”Surrender!” Garran snaps at the sergeant.

I don’t have any experience with 2e. I do know that color spray goes from really good to kind of rubbish in only a few levels.

Garran hopes that Eladorn and his elk can manage the elemental threat for a moment, as he rushes to help Paldo. Once in range, he gives the sergeant a basic overhand chop with his cold iron sword.

sword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18; damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Garran curses in pain from the crossbow bolt, as he makes a hasty retreat to the fountain.

Withdrawal action.

Garran walks over to the door readying his sword and shield. ”Might as well get to it…”

Garran moves closer to the pool. He keeps an eye on the double doors across the room while Linge and Eladorn investigate the side room.

”Well, either we take our chances here, or it’s back to battering one of the upper doors down.”
Garran starts into the chamber. He keeps focus on his detect magic spell, since it enables him to see the suspicious floor tiles.

”A magic pool. And magic on those two tiles there.” Garran points out the two tiles. ”I give you ten to one odds that the tiles are trap triggers of some kind.”

Garran joins Linge at the gate. He calls on Iomedae to augment his vision, then scans the interior area that he can see without entering the tower just yet.

Casts detect magic.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

”Well, we can batter the door down… Or, we might try the main gate. Garran looks around the courtyard. ”We should expect someone to come out to check on the racket, if we start battering a door down, at any rate.”

”Good thinking Paldo.” Garran agrees. He turns and strides down the ramp, heading toward the troll. ”This one was probably the boss, right?”

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Garran pauses just long enough to ditch the guard’s shield, and pick up his own shield and backpack. Then he trudges up the ramp, following Linge and Paldo.

”Best we tend to the wounded first” Garran quickly examines Sigrun to make sure he doesn’t hurt her worse when he moves her away from the troll.
heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Once Sigrun is dragged far enough away from the other enemies as well Garran stands and says: ”Gather round. I’ll call on Iomedae for healing.”

channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2
channel: 1d6 ⇒ 2
channel: 1d6 ⇒ 5

sword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 ; damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Garran levels a well aimed, powerful sword chop at the troll .

Garran’s backpack is lying on the ground, quite close to where Linge is. And there’s an alchemical fire bottle sitting on top of that…

Garran moves in cautiously and slashes at the troll.

sword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 used a 5’ step to close with the troll.

”Shield of Iomedae protect me!” Garran summons a shimmering field around himself; a shield of faith.
He then studies the troll as he advances a little closer to the dangerous brute.

Casts shield of faith, studies the troll, 5 foot step.

Yeah, Garran is pretty beat up.

”Iomedae grant me your strength!” Garran calls on his goddess for healing, then readies his shield.
Converts remove fear to clw. clw: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Leaving his backpack and the alchemist’s fire on the ground for now, Garran moves up to engage the guard on the right.

Sword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 ; Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
critical confirmation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 ; critical damage (if any): 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Yay! Glad you can stay with us Paldo. And I do agree, this thing has already started. It’s just a matter of time before the guards catch on.

Well, we’re committed to this now. In game, I mean. We should be able to run Sigrun and Paldo as NPCs if we need to.

Garran moves into the courtyard, then begins to rummage through his backpack, looking for that bottle of alchemical fire.

Garran makes his voice higher pitched and gravely. ”I got hit in the throat. (Cough.) We took this lot, but they killed the dogs before we did.” He answers back in Skald.

bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Garran makes sure the symbol of Pale Tower is prominently displayed, and his face is shadowed by his hood as he boldly walks up to the gate.

disguise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

He pounds on the ice with his gloved fist.

”It would help if we had some mist, or fog to strengthen our disguise.” Garran looks at the sky. ”I don’t suppose nature will cooperate though”