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Enjoy all. See many of you in Legacy!

Hourpen is not among the party members again after vanishing in pursuit of the imp. He directs Chessah to drop a note among the party members on their way to see Eligos.

Round 2, Init 19

Hourpen moves toward the door, guessing at where the imp might have gone.

Cast detect magic. Standard move. Vanish 2/5

Round 1, Init 19

Hourpen prepares himself for things to go awry.

Cast vanish. Standard move.

Hourpen joy over Ascaria's though is quickly tempered as he watches Solrisa approach the imp. Slowly approaching Solrisa, Hourpen does his best to assume the bearing of servant.

Let us muddy the waters a bit if this imp is indeed watching us for someone.

Bluff: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

"My lady, if you beg my pardon. But your herbs. The cleric said the herbs would help the confusion." Hourpen gestures toward Ascaria.

Hourpen looks on confused at Tynan's suggestion, "What exactly happened? I mean. All I saw was the fire and then Scout."

Hourpen looks on, hesitant to second guess Ascaria. He speaks up carefully, "Those are the options as you've been told, I'm sure. But aren't there any other possibilities?"

Working on leveling up (was behind on taking care of the last level and now need to do both).
Still picking spells and such.

"Slow down, slow down. Might it really be Elgios?"

Looking back and forth between Ascaria and Tynan.

"What have you found? What does it mean?"

Nodding at Ascaria, "A sound addition to Solaria's accessories."

As the group splits.

"May the dragon guide you as has been the case. I will not leave this youth's side until a safe place is found."

Hourpen stands beside Ascaria, looking toward the waif.

"You aren't alone. I'll do everything I can to find you safely on your way."

Earlier, with the young girl.

" You're safe now. There are others. They all want to help you. I want to help you."

After Sol makes her suggestion.

" I would do as the lady wishes, but I have given the child my word that we would all help. But perhaps separating ourselves would be helpful?"

Round 10, Init 14

Hourpen moves a foot about while eyeing the near by cells. Cut off by the fire he imagines the cell might be a welcome change.

Ready arcane mark & spell strike for any foe that approaches in range.

Round 9, Init 14

Hourpen remains in place, looking into the fire as if trying to divine the future.

Ready arcane mark & spell strike for any foe that approaches in range.

Round 8, Init 14

Hourpen ends his chanting with a sigh, remaining in place he holds on to hope while preparing for fate to continue to toss him about.

Ready arcane mark & spell strike for any foe that approaches in range.

Round 7, Init 14

Hourpen casts arcane mark, drawing a line at the edge of the blistering heat of the wall. He chants softly, letting what he says move among the message spell to everyone.

"Something there is that fire of a wall,
That sends forth the waves of heat from it,
And spills the sweat of those near, like the sun;
And makes us gasp, even the tallest struggle to pass.
The work of magic is another thing:
I have come after them and gotten stopped
Where they have left this wall, flaming among the stone,
But they would be like the rabbits, out of hiding,
Give chase you yelping dogs. Through flames I mean,
I have not seen them made or heard them made,
But at a pause for mending- I hope we find them there.
I let my fellows know that their hurt is seen;
And on a day we meet to talk and dine
And set the wall, then of ash between us once again.
We keep the wall behind us as we go.
To each the smoke that has blown above.
And some are seen and some so nearly felt
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our wounds are healed!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of game, the lady says
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
She is all dreams and I wake from nightmares.
My sleep will never be restful
And she floats among the clouds amidst the sky, I tell her.
She only says, "Good Ray made friends with all the neighbors."
Fire is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in her head:
"Why did she make good friends? Isn't it
Where there is danger? But here there is no danger.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to her,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
She said it for herself. I see her there
Bringing a long grasped firmly by the side
In each hand, like an old-wood savage armed.
She moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of clouds only and the night amidst the dreams.
She will not go behind her mother’s saying,
And she likes having thought of it so well
She says again, "Good Ray made friends with all the neighbors."

Mending Wall, by Robert Frost is the essential source of this poetic parody of sorts...

Round 6, init 14

Hourpen remains ready staying in place.

Ready arcane mark & spell strike for any foe that approaches in range.

Round 5, init 14

Hourpen readies himself, but stays in place.

Ready arcane mark & spell strike for any foe that approaches in range.

Round 4, init 14.

Hourpen yells at Ascaria, remaining in place. " Anything I can do to help other than staying out of harm's way?"

Hourpen stays put.

Round 2, Init 21

Hourpen hopes some dancing lights might help.

Cast dancing lights. Four lights, two at top of 10 ft. radius placed 20 feet above Hourpen and the other two nearer to the group within the 10 ft radius.

Hourpen shrugs and then glances at Tynan.

Will try and post as I can, but likely going to be very sporadic until August 19th.

Hourpen looks on in disbelief.

He nods silently at Tynan, moving to follow his lead.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Hourpen mimics making a might kick toward the door. Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

"Someone is there? After all this I'm not sure I want to know who."

AoO. Rapier, Bless, flaming, & spell combat: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 24, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Round 2, Init 22

Hourpen continues to follow Tynan's example, inspired by the slice against the moving doppleganger he decides to combine spells and blade. At the least the creature near he and Tynan is now marked with an arcane numeral '2.'

Full round, Spell combat. Attack & Spellstrike. Arcane mark.
Rapier, Bless, flaming, & spell combat: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 22, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Concentration check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Arcane mark, Rapier, Bless, flaming, & spell combat: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 22, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Round One, Init 22

Hourpen moves to stand near Tynan after focusing on his rapier, which flames spread over - slashing at the nearest creature after closing.

Swift action, eldritch point for flaming on rapier. Standard move. Attack.
Rapier, Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 16,melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3 (likely miss)

Round 2, Init 9

Hourpen tries his best to stay close to Tynan, hoping to help him in this sticky situation.

Swift action, eldritch point for frost on rapier. Standard action stay as near to Tynan as possible.

"It's not so much the water as it is a fall into the water I'm worried about."

Hourpen follows carefully. (Taking 10 to climb down.)

"I've been here the whole time. Though, a bit distracted. This place is not at all like the woods and road I'm used to traveling. Looking around, moved from his gaze by Ascaria's question. I will wear it. Can't hurt until, I hope." Hourpen carefully lifts the chain over his head, it lies a bit low on his neck but is secured easily beneath his armor.

"Not that I disagree with your intension Solrisa, but I seem to recall the local law being opposed to us acting in such matters without their consent. Looking toward the elf, I can't imagine after hearing your story they would deny you justice."

Hourpen rushes to keep up with the others. "So does anyone know what's going on here?"

Assuming here that spider climb will wear out before anything else happens. Similarly, flaming has 1 min - # of rounds left.

Round 4, Init 24

Hourpen concentrates, focusing to make keeping steady on the surface easier. Once prepared he advances to join Tynan.

swift action, eldritch point for spider climb, R 1 of 5. Move. Attack.

Rapier, Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 16, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Round 3, Init 24

Acrobatics (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 15
Rapier, Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 22, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Would spider climb be of any use for the slick surface?

Round 2, init 24

Hourpen moves toward Mort after focusing to enflame his blade. He strikes.

Acrobatics (untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 14
Rapier, Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 30, Crit?: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 13, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Hourpen smiles in Sol's direction, holding up a single finger to his mouth making a 'shh' expression without speaking.

"I was not expecting that." After a few quick words, Hourpen works to hide as he looks for a way toward the catwalk.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Stealth: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (13) + 24 = 37

Round 4, Init 16

Hourpen continues to press his attack after easily keeping hold of his weapon.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Rapier, Bless, flank, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 20, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Round 3, Init 16

Keeping hold of his blade, Hourpen side steps the closing chest and lashes out with his rapier.
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Rapier, Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 19, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3

5-foot step, Attack.

Round 2, Init 16

Hourpen moves toward one of the animate crates, missing out on flanking as his short legs can't get him over the debris. He attacks once he is close enough. A glowing teeth pattern appears on the crate.

Move action. Spellstrike.

Rapier, Spellstrike (arcane mark), Bless, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Round 1, init 16

Hourpen prepares himself, before closing distance to assist in the furniture disposal.

Swift action, eldritch point for flaming on rapier. Standard, cast arcane mark, hold charge. Standard Move, 20 ft. @GM Sass, heading out for the day, sorry for not moving on Roll20.

Hourpen quickly looks for a place to duck out of sight.
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
stealth: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (17) + 24 = 41

Earlier
Hourpen confirms the details Tynan shares with a silent nod. He hesitantly suggest investigating both buildings, quiet like.

"Could Tynan and myself take a closer look at each building? Or maybe find an open window to send in Chasah? If we could only shift the chances of getting the right building on the first try. "

In response to Ascaria's suggestion.

"My preferences is always to stay out of sight as long as we can. As long as we're not to far apart I can make my way back to the group. Is there anyway Tynan might be invisible for a short time as needed?"

Hourpen closes the distance after casting a spell, attacking as soon as he is close enough.

Cast fridgid touch, hold change. Move action. Ugh phone posting is the worst.

Rapier, Spellstrike (frigid Touch), Bless, Invisible, & flaming: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 19, melee dmg: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9, Cold dmg: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 2) = 12, fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 2. Target is staggered for 1 round.