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"I'll be right with you, my dear," Liadain declares bitterly. She's rather quiet after this affair besides this sort of bitter muttering--she's clearly taken their failure to heart quite severely. "I'm not going to stand for that arrogant son of a so-and-so to think that he's gotten away scott-free from all this! Arghhh!"

So what is the plan from here? How do we have any chance of getting to them? Wasn't Celeena taking the documents from this vault and taking them to Cheliax? I feel like we've failed the mission here...

Apologies to everyone in games I'm in.

I have exams at the moment, which is making me busier than normal, but I also had a mild family crisis (nothing serious thankfully!) that resulted in me needing to babysit my sister's kids while trying to juggle studying and exams and whatnot. Busy times.

I'll try my best to catch up tonight and tomorrow, but please do bot me in the instance that I am (almost certainly) holding things up.

After my exams are done next week things will be better. Sorry again!

Sorry. I have an exam in an hour or so and have only briefly skimmed what's been going on yesterday. Is it possible for me to follow after Janks and Celeena? If so - that's where I'm going.

If I can move to see Celeena within a move action, I'll use glitterdust on her (and Janks too if I can manage it

Lia does nothing but try and catch her breath for a while.

You can assume the same state until I'm no longer nauseated~

You can't... you're nauseated. Move actions only.

Not sure if Janks is still paralysed or what, but here's an Acrobatics roll in case. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Nauseated duration: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Suddenly overcome with noxious vapours, Liadain backs off to the nearest place where she can get fresh air, coughing and spluttering all the way.

Not wanting Janks to get away - and not really caring about not killing him either, for that matter - Liadain rushes up and takes advantage of the man's paralyzed state to thrust her rapier into him.

Rapier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage (Arcane Strike): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Perhaps she's nevertheless held back by her goodly nature, though, for her thrust is weak.

Liadain is down for just using lethal damage and then stabilising him.

She really hates this guy.

As the blood flies from Ebon's powerful attack, Liadain turns to Jenks with an imperious sneer.

"There's no way to stop him now - he'll take pleasure in slaughtering you, much as he is your lackeys!"

Intimidate (demoralise): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

She steps back and draws a wand from her belongings.

Stopping inspire courage this round. 3 rounds remaining. I don't want to spend everything I've got and be left out in the cold next combat.

Attack (Flank, Inspire): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 20
Damage (Inspire, Arcane Strike): 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5

Liadain swiftly dodges around Alexia and thrusts into Janks with her rapier glimmering with magic. "Why won't you just give up already?!"

Only got a few more rounds of inspire courage left, guys...

GM, that wasn't a 1d20 roll... haha. It was a 20+8

Wincing profusely from the newest wound incurred, Liadain backs away, turning her attentions to the leader--with whom she has a rather large bugbear indeed. Whipping her arms into the air, she says with some gusto, "I'm not one for comedy normally, but I think we need some slapstick in this performance!" With a flourish and a few choice arcane words, a splash of filthy, sticky, yellowish liquid appears in the air above Janks and immediately falls towards him.

Casting grease on Janks' weapon. DC 14 Ref negates.

1st wouldn't matter because it affects those nearest the origin first (assuming equal HD), but your second point explains it!

Rapier: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Crit Conf: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16 Crit Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Taking revenge on her poor, charred cloak, Liadain's blade flashes momentarily with rainbow energy before deeply penetrating into one of the aggressors' chests.

Free: Maintain inspire courage
Swift: Activate arcane strike
Standard: Attack the green merc

What about the other two mercs' saves? Sleep has a 10-foot radius, so it should hit all three...

Though strange skeletons are exploding into flames all around her, Liadain manages to stay focused and confident. Her buckler deflects the worst of the flames, importantly keeping her face from being damaged. Still, much to the aasimar's chagrin, the edge of her cape is slightly singed, and she gasps in exaggerated outrage. "Oh, now that is the last straw!"

My action really depends on what happens with sleep. So I'd rather wait and see what happens with that.

"Heh," Liadain smirks, a gleam of amusement sparkling in her eyes. "You just don't know when to give up, do you?"

She imperiously strides forward, cloak swishing and books clinking on the stone floor. "Your impudence and arrogance will see you meet your end here! We shall be the victors of our destiny, fools of fools! Give in now, and you shall receive the succour of our mercy; but the smallest misstep here will surely lead to nothing but the end of your tales in this world!"

The blue-haired aasimar pulls up in front of the nearest lackey and flashes her rapier in his direction. "Last chance, sweetheart. Move, or be removed."

Starting inspire courage and moving into range.

Liadain gives Ebon a thankful smile and a wink as he heals up the jabbing wound inflicted by those g+@-d&$ned imps before. She's a little bitter about the mercenary getting away--particularly with his smart-arse act about it--but convinces herself he could not run for much longer, surely...

And, indeed, shortly thereafter, they find him again! What luck. Lia rolls her eyes and flicks her hair back from her eyes before meeting the merc leader's eyes with a steady and almost bored gaze.

"We, too, are trained professionals who take our job seriously--and I can tell you that our business here requires we most certainly do not leave. Your darling boss decided to kill one of our own, and we'd certainly like to have a nice chat with her if we can..." Liadain points her rapier at the leader with a glare, sapphire blue eyes piercing and flinty. "And if you wish to stand between us and our goal, then I am not promising that you will enjoy the result!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Daaamn!

I'm also in a pretty crazy-busy period at the moment as I'm in the last weeks of semester for university (with the associated tonnes of assignments to finish up on), so for the next week or so I may be a little delayed in my responses. Apologies for that. As always, nudge me along if I'm holding anything up.

luciddragon (at) gmail (dot) com

BTW Auke, this NPC has taken damage already, but I'm not sure how much exactly... we've been chasing him since the first room.

There's a map linked at the top. We basically haven't been using it much...

We fought two imps in a room with levers, and then were in a long corridor with a swinging axe trap.

Check out the OOC thread Targost.

Mez,

It's truly sad to see you go. I hope life gets back on the rails for you soon, and best wishes in everything that's going on. We'll be waiting for you when you come back! :)

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Auke,

That would be really truly kind of you! <3

Lia's not an exhibitionist, jeez. The clothes come off after the scenario. Maybe after we save another pretty Blakros daughter or something.

*crickets...*

Hope all's okay, Mez?

I think the problem is just that nobody can do anything with all the cover and nowhere to move...

"Ah, so now the coward wants to come play," Liadain sneers, but she's too focused on landing scathing words than sharp implements.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Bleh!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 To move through his square

With a shrug, she performs her old trick once again, distracting the enemy by blowing him a kiss before nimbly slipping past his unguarded flank. Once behind him, she waves back at Ebon with a grin. "Here ya go, big boy! Have at him!"

Liadain slings her bow over her shoulder and moves forward, drawing her rapier as she goes. I should be adjacent to the archer now.

Taking a running jump, Liadain lands with a skid on the opposite side of Talwin, wary that she would activate another trap down in the corridor.

Moving 10 feet to the square before Talwin and then jumping over his square...
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
...10 feet. So that puts me just to the left of the red box on the map.

She keeps her bow raised, the arrow occasionally crackling with electrical energy, ready for the re-emergence of the runaway sniper.

Swift: Activate Arcane Strike
Ready Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Sorry about my lack of posts lately. Life is being blegh for a variety of personal reasons and I'm busy with uni.

If it's okay to fire for last round before he dashes off:

Shortbow (plus soft cover): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 4 = 1 Welp!

In her hurry to draw her bow, Liadain manages to drop half the arrows from her quiver on the ground. She heaves a heavy sigh and moves to gather them all up again, and by the time she's done, the bastard has moved away...

"I am going to enjoy kicking that jerk in the face," she grumbles, nevertheless knocking another arrow to her bowstring. Lia carefully moves forward, looking for any signs of more danger awaiting them in the hallway. It's kind of hard to concentrate when she's being irritated, though!

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Hope you're feeling better, Mez. Yikes. Sounds most unpleasant.

I think we should just leave it. If it follows us and attacks us later, we kill it then. Do remember that we're chasing a guy around here...

Oops, facing/running too many demons as of late. ;)

Also, lol, I was sorta away for the weekend and suddenly I'm at -5 hp. I dunno why Calanthe was so far back away from everyone despite me regularly saying "Calanthe is clinging onto Todric". I really dislike the map system that GM uses, heh.

But the imp is basically going to sit there doing nothing until the oil of bless weapon wears off, and then we're back to doing next to no damage as it poisons the heck out of us. Also, your bless will wear off, etc. Unless someone's got Cold Iron arrows/bolts and feels like they can kill an imp in two rounds with them, there's basically not much we can do at this point.

"Hmm," Liadain turns to the rest of the group with an irritated frown.

She says something in three different languages, hoping the imp would not be able to follow her words. She smiles apologetically and winks at any who seem confused.

Mez - how high is the ceiling here?

Liadain rummages around in her bag for a while before drawing out a small tube containing a blueish-silver paste. "Aha! This'll do the trick. C'mere Ebon, lemme get you set up to deal with these little buggers..."

Can I apply an oil of bless weapon to Ebon's weapon for him? Otherwise, I'll just pass it to him.

I actually have glitterdust as an SLA, hahaha... but I assumed it was some magical effect in the air as a result of the lever movements. :p There's really not much reason to assume "Oh, random sparkly thing in the air" means invisible creature.

(Also, next to nobody is going to have See Invisibility up at this point... it's too circumstantial to prepare or even use from a scroll without having some expectation of invisible creatures!)

... Note that I'm not complaining! I got totally duped by this, and deservedly so.

Liadain lets out a pained cry as the imp duo stab her in the back, feeling a strange pins-and-needles kind of numbing sensation spread from where the poison had been injected. She takes a step back and draws her blade, declaring imperiously, "Foul fiends! Not only did that hurt, you did a horrible job of keeping this puzzle running smoothly! You should feel ashamed of yourselves!!"

"Come, friends! Put an end to these annoying wretches!"

Starting inspire courage, 10/12 rounds.

Poison Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

*headdesk* I had an Excel chart with transitions (and potential transitions) and I was getting so frustrated because it didn't make sense! Stupid imps!

Also, there's basically no way we could determine that there were invisible imps here, heh.

"Try pulling them all down now!" Liadain directs, using her trained voice to make her seem more... commandeering, or something. Mostly, she's just frustrated.

"Hey smart guy, you said there's like sixteen patterns or something, right? Let's just try them all like this!"

"..." Liadain stares with open-mouthed shock that the two-lever strategy worked, and then wonders why she didn't think of that either. All her mental calculations of back-and-forth... "Okay. Four people. Pull all the levers up at once. Let's see if that does anything."

Liadain pulls the third lever up without a word. She seems to be frowning deeply.

Running out of ways to say "I pull the lever!" too :P

"Ahh... back to here, then... hmmm. That's... odd."

Lia stands back from the levers and considers things for a few moments, murmuring under her breath again. She seems to be drawing strokes in the air, up-down, down-up...

"This contraption is quite illogical," she mutters, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Some things do the same action backwards-and-forwards, while others don't."

She pulls the first lever down.

"Aha! That's what I expected!" Liadain grins triumphantly, pleased she was starting to crack this bastard of a puzzle. At least... so she thought. She wasn't one for lingering on the fact that she got it wrong before, after all. "And now we're back to the beginning rotation..."

She pulls the fourth lever down this time. Better to check all possibilities at this point.

"Oh, that one kind of makes some sense... hmm, what about this..."

She pulls the second lever down, just to test a theory...

"Hmm... a new lever formation..." Liadain murmurs to herself. On a whim more than logic, she pulls the second lever up.

Though she paused for a while to let Targost worry about magical disturbances or god-knows-what, Liadain can't help but feel drawn back to the code-door, and she stubbornly tries again, her brow creased in thought. She pulls the fourth lever down!

Given some time I think I can figure it out... but having to do it one post, one lever pull at a time is a bit annoying. :P

That, and I don't want to post 20 times without giving anyone else a chance to poke their heads in. ;)

"... huh?" Liadain's eyes narrow as the levers defy her expectations. She points at it, exclaiming, "That doesn't make any sense whatsoever...! This machine is cheating!"

Now I'm not sure. Back to the drawing board to figure this one out.

"Okay, I think I got it!" Liadain announces confidently upon seeing this set of lever changes. She pulls the first lever up. "Well, assuming they all need to be up..." she adds, almost as an afterthought.

Mental notes:
Lever 1 changes levers 1 & 3
Lever 2 changes lever 2

Not noticing the disturbance, Liadain pulls the third lever down, determined to puzzle this thing out.

"Hm! Fascinating," Liadain remarks, before pulling the second lever down once again to its original position.

Shouldn't it be 1: Down 2: Up 3: Up 4: Up?
Followed by 1: Down, 2: Down, 3: Up, 4: Up after my turn.