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Ilya hurries along the northern side of the pit, sword and shield in hand, making her way to the spider.

Double move, probably involves drawing weapons but I have +1 BAB so that's fine. I pass through Yirrik and Wymond's squares, and probably provoke an AoO or two if it has combat reflexes from the spider.

I have 2 channels and 3 nondomain 1st level slots left. I'd like to keep a divine favor or two around for combat purposes though, unless I absolutely have to lose it.

"I suppose there's spiders and then there's spiders. Here," she touches Yirrik's shoulders, and some of his wounds mend with golden light.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Ilya, nodding, tries her newly obtained key on the door.

"I think we passed a door, back in the first hallway."

Ilya starts backtracking, stopping at the door she talked about.

"So Yirrik, hate to ask you to get hurt, but could you check for traps and stuff?"

She also gives the door a lookover herself.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Ilya is all to glad to put the bucket down, grabbing the iron key instead. "Yuck." she makes a face in disgust. "I think Yirrik is the only one who's still wounded."

"Hey! Nice find, Perfire."

Emboldened by his find, Ilya will pick up the gross-looking bucket and empty it in one corner of the room, to see if there's anything interesting in it beyond the blood.

Yuck, this is so gross...

Ayy healbot!

We could keep going for a while, I think. I'd really love to haul some loot back to town soon, so I can get around to crafting some scrolls of CLW. That way we won't be so constrained by per day resources.

Ilya rolls her shoulder, grimacing with pain from the impact.

"Yeah, I'm good. We're in pretty bad shape huh? I think I can fix most of that."

Making her way around the cage, careful to keep her distance from the thing inside, she motions for people to huddle up.

[b]"Wealthy Father, grant us strength that we might prevail in this vault of the earth."[b] With that, she lits her key-shaped amulet up, and lets golden light cover the party, pulsing slightly as their wounds are gradually restored.

Channel to heal #1: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Channel to heal #2: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Everyone gets 10 hp back.

Reflex, +2 from Underworld guide: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 2 = 17

Same thing.

Something homebrew, most likely. I have a behind-the-scenes ritual system set up for magic beyond 3rd level, so he's going to be using that to achieve his lichdom and make his ghosts. The rituals can run off of blood sacrifice, sacrificed spell slots or sites of power (basically ley-line hotspots, sort of thing), and he's used the ley-line at his cave to make himself immortal. It only keeps him alive while he's near it though, so he only gets to leave his cave for a number of years equal to his natural lifespan ever, and he's already wasted a good ten years on various errands.

Obviously, he's royally pissed that the red hand is going to press him into leaving his cave to lay siege to Brindol.

As for fighting him, I'll have to have some more minions around to make the fight a challenge.

I might have his phylactery be something a little more tied to the site than it currently is, maybe.

I loooove Red Hand of Doom. Have you seen my Pathfinder conversion?

Also, I've rotated the map of the First Level (of Emerald Spire) so that North is up.

I'm running it as e6, so I'll be using different conversions to account for that - but thanks for the link! They're fighting Koth at the moment - I went draconic for his bloodline to stay on theme, I'm a little surprised you went with infernal?

Ilya will collect her sword from the floor and set the crossbow back on her belt. Once everyone is out of the pit, she'll collect her rope before following Perfire into the madman's lab.

She pays special attention to the green rock thing. Is it like the same glass that the goblin-infested spire above them is build from?

Perception, I guess?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

I'm DMing Red Hand of Doom. I guess it robs off.

Sorry! ^.^'

"I think it's dead, Perfire," Ilya says, her tone gentle, trying to calm the angry hobgoblin down.

She unhooks the coil of rope she's been carrying over her shoulder, and unties the knot that kept it tidy, before going looking for somewhere to tie it off, (if nothing else she'll try to tie it to the doorknob) before dropping the other end into the pit.

"There we go. It should be doable to climb up with that."

Would you look at that. I might hit, if its AC is thouroughly mediochore!

Ilya reloads her crossbow and tries to shoot the thing again. "Come on, we've almost got it!"

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (17) - 3 = 14, 1d8 ⇒ 8

Ilya keeps firing her crossbow. "Good work, Perfire!"

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (8) - 3 = 5, 1d8 ⇒ 1

I see Perfire is successfully making club sandwich. If he ends up beating it all on his lonesome, that'll be hilarious.

Ilya wordlessly fires her crossbow again.

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (13) - 3 = 10

Ilya fires her crossbow bolt at the spider and reloads.

1d20 - 3 ⇒ (8) - 3 = 5

Ilya, unless you're walking around with a loaded crossbow on your back (you're not), you have to draw the weapon and load it before you can fire it, so you can't fire it this round. Don't forget that you will be firing into melee and suffer a -4 penalty to hit.

I thought you said we couldn't reach the spider, and it was slinging webs at distance and stuff just before; I don't get how I'm now shooting into melee? As for carrying a loaded crossbow, I guess some DM's just do it differently, no issues there. I'll draw and load, as you say.

Ilya drops her sword and shield, draws her crossbow, and lines up to shoot at the spider.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19, 1d8 ⇒ 7

I'm pretty sure there's a rule somewhere that you don't need a hand free to lay on hands yourself, originally written because of sword and board paladins.

Can I reach the spider from the edeg of the pit?

Ilya leans over the edge of the pit, and lets holy energy flow from her symbol. It'll get Wymond back on his feet, at least.

Channel positive energy, Yirrik, Wymond and Spider: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Ilya will jump up and down on the area where the pit is supposed to be, hoping to fall to the rescue of Yirrik.

The pit is open until the spider closes it, right?

"Huh. So we're headed this way? Seems empty."

Ilya carefully walks down the hallway to investigate the niche mentioned above.

Ilya follows Yirrik to the door, peering inside over his shoulder.

"Anything good in there?"

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

How do we do stats?

"This is pretty good, for oatmeal. Should you pig really be eating honey?"

Ilya has little experience with farm animals in general.

After coming awake, Ilya spends some time in quiet contemplation. To all appearances, she's simply kneeling with her head bowed and eyes closed.

Any of the rest of you looking closely will note that her lips are moving slightly, as if she's reciting something under her breath.

Finally, she rises from her knees, ready to face the day.

I prepare the same spells as yesterday, with an addition of a Divine Favor and Detect Magic.

"I'm not opposed to resting a while. It's best to be well prepared, when delving into the unknown."

She takes a look at the various scratches and bruises the party has picked up, not to mention her own smarting midsection. Deciding they probably need it, she opens the conduit to her deity, and allows healing energy to wash over them.

Channel energy, 1 use: 1d6 ⇒ 5

That should take care of our hp damage. I'd still like to rest,
just to get spells back.

My AC is perfectly there already. AC/FF/T/CMD and then the relevant numbers.

Ilya keeps trying to slice at the zombie.

Falcata: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16, 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

I'm still seeing them. Might not make a difference, but it's a data point, I guess?

Ilya closes to melee with her shining sword, slashing at one of the undead things.

falcata: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8, 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Ilya transfers her sword to her shield hand, grabs the golden sigil around her neck and lets a wave of invigorating energy flush over the party.

Channel to heal, we're looking a little cut up here.: 1d6 ⇒ 2

That done, she quickly transfers the sword back to her right hand.

I've done the level-up... I think. I'll need to rest to prepare spells at some opportunity.

1: we run back home for a scroll of darkvision(150gp) and come back here and kill him easy.

2: we descend further into the tower looking for whatever it is he wants us to kill, and come back when we're level 2 and have enough hp (and smite evil) to take him down.

"Well, he wouldn't give us passage if he was sure he could take us. It's an 'on pain of death' kind of bargain? Hear that?" she spoke up into the darkness. "For all you boast, we've bled you pretty well."

AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I know he really cares about the pig, but I see no good way for him to get at the goblins down south. In light of that, I say we try to box in the leader now that he's dropped his morning star, so he'll have to provoke to shoot with his bow. Accordingly, Wymond double moves around the grease inside the tower, coming up behind Grulk. Edit: I put him there on the map now.

"Thank Abadar!" Whether a prayer or instruction for Wymond is not entirely clear.

Ilya can't see a good way to get at the goblin archers, so she closes in with the leader instead, following him into the darkness edging around the grease, and slashes at him with her shining sword as soon as he comes into sight.

falcata, divine favor vs Grulk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

The arrow is still stuck in her shield, a feathered twig sticking out of the wood.

Ilya follows the "scouts" north, The light of her sword seemingly eaten by the darkness surrounding them. Finding Wymond down and injured at the feet of "grulk", she does her best to get him back on his feet with a prayer and a touch, the warrior's wounds partially closing.

Divine Favor converted to CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Ilya mutters a prayer to her god, then follows on Wymond's heels, her glowing sword held high.

Casting Divine Favor.

"I'll walk in there if I have to. But I think there's going to be traps. Are we sure there's not another entrance? Maybe if we circled the tower?"

"One at a time only, sorry." she shrugs.

Ilya tracks along with the halfling, investing her sword with light.